Grace's Onahole Mishaps
Grace was shaking the onahole as she closed the distance with ferocious momentum.
Backing away, my back hit the wall. There was nowhere left to retreat.
She dove into my arms like she meant business, pressing her body flush against mine.
Her black eyes looking up at me swirled with intoxication, curiosity, and some inexplicable blind determination.
"You... can't run... anymore, can youuu...?"
A healthy young man's body is brutally honest.
When a woman this stunningly beautiful—wearing the habit symbolizing abstinence, no less—rubs her entire body against you, any lack of reaction would make you no better than a eunuch. Blood surged, muscles swelled.
The front of my pants bulged, pitching a tent. The problem was our zero-distance proximity.
My rigidly erect cock pressed insistently against Grace's soft lower belly through the thin fabric of my pants.
"…."
"…."
I averted my gaze to the ceiling and swallowed hard.
Grace, too, froze for a moment, startled by the heavy, hot foreign pressure against her stomach.
A suffocating silence.
But her frozen moment didn't last long.
Slowly.
Her eyes drifted from my face downward, locking precisely on the tented front of my pants.
And then... the unbelievable happened.
Grace's trembling hand grasped the zipper of my pants.
Riiiip.
The sound of the zipper snapped me back to reality.
I grabbed her wrist in panic.
"Sister. I'm serious. Right now, you're not in a state to make sound judgments."
I forced out a cold, serious tone with effort.
"If we do this now, you'll regret it one hundred percent come morning. You're a nun who dedicated her body to God. Crossing this line means no turning back."
Please snap out of it...
But she showed no signs of regaining her senses.
Her face puffed up in pouty dissatisfaction at my words.
"Do you... think I'm some... fantasy novel idiot who knows nothing about the world?"
Her tongue slurred heavily, but her eyes stared at me with eerie clarity.
"Of course... I know all sorts of stuff too! Well... I've never actually seen one before."
This has to count as seduction, right?
Who could hold back with talk like that right in their face?
In other words... my lower half throbbed with painful erection. Throb, throb.
Grace extended her fingers and began tapping it lightly.
A jolt like electricity shot through me.
"And besides..."
Grace stood on tiptoe.
Her red lips brushed my ear, hot breath spilling out.
"I can trust you, Brother Han... For real. You're... such a good guy."
I couldn't bring myself to look down at her and averted my eyes again.
"Heehee... You're so cute when you're embarrassed."
"…."
"Always so expressionless and cold... Show me more of this side from now on? Okay?"
Whispering that, Grace pulled down my pants and underwear.
Shlick.
Finally, the pent-up beast sprang free into the air.
As weird as it sounds... my own dick.
I knew my cock wasn't normal-sized.
People freak out when they see me in the bathhouse.
Obviously for a guy, but what about Grace?
"Kyaa!"
She reflexively stepped back.
Her gaze fixed on my crotch, unblinking.
"Wh-what's so big... ? This doesn't look... normal?"
She gestured vaguely in the air with both hands, murmuring in dismay.
"Th-this... Even if I grab it with both hands, it won't cover... How is it this big...?"
She froze in place, rooted to the spot.
"What... what do I do with this...?"
Grace pleaded for rescue in a whimpering voice.
"If you're really going all the way... then, uh, apply lube first."
I meant the onahole-specific lubricant.
But.
"L-lube...?"
Grace's face flushed tomato-red again in an instant.
"You don't mean... that, do you? Even so... that's... way too much...!"
Her voice trailed off meekly.
"Y-you want me to... use my own... love juices? That's... so embarrassing I'd die...!"
I just blinked.
What the hell is she talking about?
As I spaced out, she clenched her fists with a resolute expression.
"Haa... Fine... Whatever, I'll... apply it...!"
The next moment, her hand rose toward the buttons of her habit.
Pop, pop.
That's when I realized what she'd said.
Crazy.
In other words, Grace meant she'd use her own "lube"... her pussy juices!
Maybe the ones already flowing between her legs right now.
"St-stop! Wait! Halt!"
I snatched her hand in horror.
"What kind of nonsense is that?"
"B-but you said... use my love juices...!"
"Haa... I meant that thing rolling on the floor. The clear plastic bottle. That's the onahole lube."
I pointed to the lubricant bottle.
"Squeeze some out of that and apply it."
Grace's movements stopped dead at my words.
Her eyes darted between the lube bottle on the floor and my face.
"Ah... ."
She looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole.
"Ugh... seriously, why am I like this today... ."
Grace cradled her cheeks in her hands, writhing in shame as she muttered.
"Got it... I'll use the lube... ."
Now I had no idea what was happening. For real.
A moment later, having barely pulled herself together mentally, Grace sat on the floor and pulled out her smartphone.
Tap, tap.
Her drunken fingers fumbled as she searched something intently. Probably looking up info to avoid another mishap like before.
"Like... this? H-how do you...?"
Muttering to herself, Grace picked up the lube bottle and twisted off the cap.
Squiiirt.
I made a dumbfounded face again.
She was squeezing the clear, sticky gel not onto the toy's entrance, but generously onto her own palm, rubbing it in.
Squelch, squish.
The embarrassing sound of liquid mashing between her palms echoed in the room.
"Sister... what exactly are you doing?"
At my question, Grace flinched, paused, and thrust her lit-up phone toward me.
"It said... to do it like this... right?"
The phone screen showed search results for "How to Use an Onahole."
[Apply lube generously all over the penis for a much smoother experience.]
In other words, she planned to wrap her sticky hands around my entire cock and lube it up personally before inserting it.
"That's not it... ."
Though it'd be insanely hot if she did.
"Just apply lube inside the onahole, around the entrance. No need to do it by hand."
"Ah... ."
Grace bowed her head again, hands still hovering stickily in the air.
"Seriously... nothing's going right today... ."
Her dejected mutter reached my ears.
Finally, in frustration, Grace dumped a generous amount of lube into the onahole's entrance and interior.
Then she gripped the slippery silicone mass tightly in both hands and slowly approached me.
Gulp.
My swallow sounded deafening.
I had no clue how I'd ended up dragging a nun into my room for this absurd situation.
One thing was certain: my body was beyond my control.
Pre-cum already dripped steadily from the tip of my throbbing, swollen cock.
Grace crawled over on her knees and sat right beside me.
She looked up at me.
Her wide black eyes mixed fear and strange excitement.
"Sh-should I... start...?"
"…Yeah."
"L-like this, right?"
The slick, cold gel sensation hit first, followed by the soft silicone walls slowly engulfing my cock.
Schlup.
Tight, seamless friction and suction gripped me without mercy.
"…!"
My eyes widened instantly.
"F-feels... good...?"
Grace whispered to me as she began shaking the toy slowly.
Squish, squelch.
I hadn't jerked off lately with how busy I'd been.
Maybe that's why the stimulation was beyond imagination.
As I panted slightly, Grace spoke again.
"Your face says... you're feeling good... I'll keep going then...?"