Clumsy Strokes and Dogeza Dawn

I was getting a handjob. Squish, squelch. Lewd, sticky friction sounds.

Grace's two hands gripped the peach-colored silicone mass, starting to pump it up and down repeatedly.

The cold gel gradually warmed to lukewarm from body heat and friction.

"Hoo…."

In the end, I couldn't hold back and had to take a deep breath.

Her touch was blatantly clumsy.

The rhythm was all over the place, and the pressure was uneven—rough, unrefined movements.

Paradoxically… that awkwardness it created only made it more intense.

Above all, the fact that the one shaking the onahole wasn't just any woman, but a nun, hit the hardest.

"Brother Lee Han…."

Grace whispered secretly into my ear, gripping the onahole a bit tighter.

Her black eyes looked up at me.

Her gaze clung obsessively, watching my every move, the twitch of my eyebrows, the changes in my breathing.

"How… does it feel right now?"

"…."

"What does it feel like? Like, stars sparkling in your head or something?"

A voice full of curiosity, but soaked in alcohol, sinking into a strangely murky tone.

I tried to cling to reason and answer casually, but it didn't go as planned.

"How does it feel, I said…?"

Grace kept whispering like that while continuing to work the onahole.

Each time, I couldn't help but twitch.

Twitch. Twitch….

My thigh muscles tensed up hard.

"You're reacting…."

Did she sense it?

Grace slowed her hand movements slightly, then brought her face right up to my chest.

"Hey… Brother Lee Han."

Her moist breath tickled the tip of my chin.

"I… once sneaked a book from the convent library…."

"What book…."

"It was like a medical book on women's bodies and physiology… and it said…."

Grace stuck out her tongue to lick her dry lips, continuing.

"That a woman's orgasm feels ten times better than a man's climax."

"…."

"Is that… true? Is it really that men's pleasure at the peak is so pathetically less than a woman's? Or no—is a woman's… climax just that amazing?"

I took another deep breath.

I couldn't tell if it was pure innocence or if she was saying this to tempt me.

"Of course, since I've never been born with a woman's body… I can't compare, so I don't know."

At my answer, Grace pouted and tilted her head.

"Is that so…."

She mumbled as if lost in deep thought for a moment, then spoke.

"I've… never experienced an orgasm once in my life. I can't even imagine what it feels like to be ten times better than a man's—how ecstatic your body must get… that's why I asked."

The word orgasm coming from a nun's mouth.

"…."

Hearing that nearly made me cum right then. I held back for dear life, seriously.

Sensing my reaction, she even stopped shaking it.

"Wh-what? Did I squeeze too hard with my hand?"

Confusion swam in her black eyes.

"Does it hurt? Like, is the skin inside getting rubbed raw or injured?!"

"N-no, it's… nothing. It's just… feels good."

"Ah… really?"

At my words, her eyes lit up again with a strange mix of dominance and excitement.

"Then… should I pick up the pace for real?"

Squelch, squelch, squelch!

Grace's hand sped up noticeably.

Warmed by friction, white foam from the gel and precum started bubbling out slightly from the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠onahole's entrance.

"Not too fast, right? Tell me if it hurts!"

"Feels… good. Keep going, just like that."

Satisfied with my response, Grace giggled, but then her gaze drifted to the base of the toy.

"But, Brother Lee Han."

"…What now."

"This dick… it's not a normal size, right?"

"…."

"Even if I only know from books… it doesn't seem like something that could fit inside a person normally. It's way too big—like it'd tear everything apart."

Size analysis in the middle of this. I barely managed to reply.

"I'm… just, a lot, ngh, bigger than average."

"Aha, I see…."

"…."

"So… if it's this ridiculously big, does that mean you cum a ton too? Like a waterfall?"

"I… wouldn't know."

The urge to cum built up. And I knew instinctively.

This time… there was no holding back.

Noticing it, Grace pressed right against my chest and whispered again.

"Are you… almost there? About to cum?"

I didn't even have the breath to answer, just nodded.

"Got it. Then I'll help you finish properly."

A strange resolve mixed into Grace's voice. And the next moment.

Sloooowly—

She pulled the onahole all the way up.

The tight silicone released, and cool room air rushed over my heated cock.

In that instant of temperature shift and loss, my body froze with a jolt.

"Like… this, right?"

She slammed the onahole back down to the base in one go.

"Ngh…!"

The climax exploded all at once.

Spurt, spurt, spuuurt…

Honestly, holding back was impossible. That last move.

Regardless of my will, hot, thick white semen erupted endlessly into the narrow, slippery silicone walls.

Even thinking it was over, my lower belly convulsed, squeezing out the last remnants.

"Haa… haa… ngh…."

I panted, staring blankly at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.

Grace kept the onahole pressed to the hilt until I'd emptied every last drop, refusing to pull it off.

My hypersensitive post-orgasm cock crushed inside sent shivers through me, my whole body trembling.

"Whew… looks like it's all out."

Finally, Grace carefully lifted the toy upward.

Squelch, pop!

Liberation hit with a wave of exhausting fatigue.

"Whoa…."

An exclamation burst from Grace's lips.

She peered intently into the entrance of the toy in her hand.

"Brother Lee Han. Look at this. I asked earlier if you'd cum a lot."

I turned my head with effort to look at her hand.

Pale semen, too much to fit inside, mixed with gel and overflowed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stickily from the narrow hole.

It was an insane amount, even to me. Seriously.

Felt like the most I'd ever cum.

The unique night-blooming scent started wafting.

"Seriously… so much came out."

And then, a shocking action that made me doubt my eyes.

Slurp.

Grace dipped her index finger lightly into the overflowing semen.

"W-wait! What are you—!"

And that finger went straight between her red lips.

She licked the semen off her fingertip with the tip of her tongue.

"…."

Silence.

Then Grace's brow furrowed hard.

"Eww."

She stuck out her tongue long, face like she was about to spit.

"What is this? Tastes awful… fishy, bitter, and weird."

I could only dry-wash my face. Crushing reality crashed over me like a tsunami.

What the hell had I done?

Not content with letting a lifelong celibate nun give me a handjob, I'd made her taste my cum….

"Haa… I'm going insane."

I spoke firmly to Grace.

"Sister. Everything that happened just now was a dream."

She blinked her round eyes.

"Just force yourself to think it was a dream. Self-hypnosis, whatever."

I clutched my throbbing head, continuing.

"Otherwise… tomorrow morning, when you sober up and remember this sober, you'll swear you'll die of shame—bite your tongue and want to jump out the window. I can't just watch that, so don't question it, just brainwash yourself it was a nightmare."

Grace pouted, dissatisfied.

"I'll handle the cleanup and floor. Close your eyes and sleep now." I nodded toward one corner of the bed.

But instead of lying down, she fidgeted in place and gently grabbed the hem of my sleeve.

"Um… Brother Lee Han."

"What now."

"Even so, sleeping alone is scary…. Can't you just lie next to me?"

Of course, I refused immediately.

"If I lie next to you right now."

To be honest.

"I'm serious—my reason would snap, and I'd actually pounce on you. So please, don't make me a criminal. Sleep quietly alone."

At my words, Grace's face flushed beet red from head to toe.

Only then did she seem to realize what ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she'd asked.

"Ah… o-okay…."

She yanked the blanket over her head and curled into a ball.

Confirming Grace had settled, I picked up the onahole rolling on the floor.

…Sigh.

I shook my head and headed to the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, rinsing the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sticky silicone insides with cold water, scrubbing off the unpleasant heat and fluids from my body.

The cold water helped snap some reason back.

Toweling off, I crammed onto the narrow sofa in the living room.

And stared blankly at the ceiling.

Haa… tomorrow scares me.

Honestly, I didn't sleep a proper minute.

Every time I closed my eyes, those squelching sounds echoed, lavender scent and that smell lingered, Grace's face scrunching as she licked my cum.

They kept replaying.

The next day.

Dazzling morning sunlight streamed through the window cracks into the living room.

I rubbed my crusty eyes and sat up on the sofa.

Having pulled an all-nighter, my whole body felt heavy like a waterlogged sponge.

I peeked through the bedroom door gap.

On the bed, Grace was still curled up like a cocoon in the blankets, dead to the world in deep sleep.

Her steady breathing suggested she was deep in hangover hell.

I… can't face Sister like this sober.

I bolted from the apartment like a fugitive.

Headed to the nearby gym as usual.

Except I worked out way harder than normal.

Two brutal hours of weight training. Then a cold shower.

Dragging my aching, sore body back home.

Just hope Sister's gone when I get back.

Thinking that, I punched in the door code and opened it.

And the sight before me… well, it was dogeza.

Grace, still in her nun habit, prostrated flat on the floor by the entrance, doing dogeza to me.

"I'm sorry!!! I went way too far last night!!! Forgive me just once!!!" she shouted like that.