Greetings perverted friends and friendly perverts.
This short story is a follow up to Orally Worshipped by A Nun, and Licked, Loved, and Fucked by a Nun. This will make much more sense if you read those first.
All characters in this story are grown adults over the age of eighteen.
As with most things that I write, this series takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about std's, or the need for birth control.
IsabellaEmily
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From Licked, Loved, and Fucked by a Nun:
I slumped back down to the bed and she wrapped her arms around me and held me close, while we kissed, tasting ourselves on each other's tongues and drifting off towards a contended sleep.
The next time I woke up the early morning light through the window was gray, and Sister Millicent was sound asleep on her side facing me, with her right hand holding my left hand, and her left hand cupping my breast in a possessive way.
I smiled in the darkness and closed my eyes.
I hadn't had the night I had wanted.
But this had been far better.
I knew things had changed between us, but I knew that I was going to enjoy the new dynamic even more.
I had a lot to learn about using my mouth to make her orgasm, but every single lesson was going to be fun.
My goal was to see if I could make Sister Millicent as addicted to feeling my tongue in her slit as I was to feeling hers.
The next morning:
I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon, and discovered that Sister Millicent her made me breakfast. We ate together and then she let me use her shower while she washed my clothes from the night before.
By the time I was dressed she joined me in the living room for another cup of coffee before I left.
"I hadn't planned on you feeding me this morning." I said. "I really appreciate this."
"Well our plans changed quite a bit in the past twelve hours wouldn't you say?" Sister Millicent asked. "Not that I'm complaining. I am quite pleased with the way things turned out."
"Are you?" I asked. "I mean I sort of crossed some lines last night. Are you sure you're okay?"
She sipped her coffee before answering.
"Emma," she said softly, "I adored every moment of last night. Those will be memories I replay in my fantasies for the rest of my life. We don't ever have to cross those lines again, or even discuss them, but I have no regrets."
"Neither do I." I said, feeling relieved. "Although I wouldn't mind trying it all again if you ever wanted to. I have a feeling I have a lot to learn."
She looked at me carefully and then broke out into a huge grin.
"My dear you gave me pleasure that I can't even begin to describe." She said. "But if you feel you need more practice, I certainly wouldn't want to discourage you."
"I would like that." I said with a smile. "A lot."
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, I decided to ask another question.
"This isn't my business." I said. "At all. But I wondered how many other women you do this for. I'm not asking because I'm judging, but because when I lay in the bed and you use your mouth, it sort of turns me on to think about."
"I have a few special women who allow me the privilege of giving them pleasure Emma." She replied. "There are two housewives that I know that enjoy it. One calls and comes by a few times a year, and the other is here about once a month."
I tried to keep a straight face, but I ended up breaking into a grin.
"What's so funny?" she asked with a grin of her own.
"I could never come by just once a month." I said. "I enjoy it too much."
She slid down to my side of the sofa and took my hand in hers.
"As long as I'm around you will never have to cum just once a month. Or even just once a visit." She whispered, stroking my neck with her other hand.
"Oh good." I said quietly.
"I also have a widow friend. She's older than me, and she and her husband had a rather vigorous and constant expression of physical love when he was alive." She went on. "When he passed away a few years ago she found herself in need of my help."
"That's really sweet." I said. "That you can help her like that."
"I enjoy it as well." She said. "She's very vocal about what she likes and wants and making her feel good is a pleasure. And of course, you are on my special list as well sweet Emma."
"And Julie." I offered. "I'll forever be grateful that you knew her."
"Yes, dear Julie." Sister Millicent said. "And there are two women who are married to each other. One morning a week they come over and take turns watching me while I enjoy the other one."
"Wow." I whispered. "That's so...amazing. And I love how you give all this beautiful pleasure, and always talk about how much you enjoy it."
"I do enjoy it, Emma." She said. "An orgasm is the most physically perfect thing that someone can experience. And to have the opportunity to not just hear and taste and see one, but to cause it, is pure ecstasy for me."
"That makes sense." I said softly.
"Is there anything else you wanted to know?" she inquired.
"Have you...have you ever done this for a man?" I asked timidly, curious lust tight in my stomach.
"Many years ago I had an opportunity to do that." She said. "And it is a memory that I treasure. I'm not sure if I'll ever have the opportunity to do that again, but it is something that I think about."
"I only ask because, I know someone and I thought if you were interested in a man he would be someone you could meet." I said.
"You have a particular man in mind Emma?" she asked.
"I do." I said. "Would you seriously consider pleasuring him like you do the rest of us?"
"I would absolutely pleasure a man like that." She said. "I'd be more selective about a man of course. You know how men tend to brag and I'd want to avoid that."
I nodded my head, well aware of the capacity of men to assume that they were God's orgasmic gift to every woman who had ever been born.
"But," she continued, "it has been several years since I have tasted a cock, and I do so adore having one in my mouth."