Ramis's Devoted Tongue in the Confessional
This week's morning mass for the lay faithful was scheduled for Sunday, so the chapel stood quietly empty on this Saturday. Just like last time, I stealthily followed Ramis and positioned myself in front of the confessional corridor. I took the left booth, she the right.
The hole drilled at thigh height was still there, veiled by a thin white cloth that caught my eye. Truth be told, I'd been savoring glimpses of the nuns' secrets and getting hooked on sex again, so I'd planned to play the spoiled brat with Ramis and fuck her right away... but seeing that hole, how could I resist trying it out? Last time it had ended with just a handjob, after all.
We settled into our chairs on opposite sides of the thin partition and continued our quiet consultation.
"...Is that how it is?"
"Y-yes... E-even after that, my dick keeps itching and I can't hold back... Nngh. Especially when I think of you, Sister Ramis...
"Haaah... A-again with such embarrassing words..."
Ramis's voice trembled as she replied, but unlike last time, she didn't scold me or correct my dirty talk.
"Nngh... Sister... Could you do that thing again from last time...? Pleeease...?"
I let out a whiny, childish purr, acting all needy. The confessional's anonymity—faces hidden—only heightened the thrill, so I followed up with a horny, desperate whine that begged for reason to crumble.
"A-alright... I-it's partly my responsibility for tormenting the faithful with my troubles...
If there's one thing Ramis was "guilty" of, it was her cow-like H-cup tits and slutty body. Saying that was basically admitting, "It's my fault for having such a perverted figure, so I'll take responsibility." What else could it mean?
"Then... P-put your, your dick through the hole... I'll calm it down again this time too..."
"Y-yes..."
I gave a soft reply to Ramis, who was suppressing her shame, then stood and dropped my pants. I slid my not-yet-fully-hard dick through the hole, letting it dangle limply for her to see in full.
"Ah, it's not even fully grown yet... and it's already so big..."
No way was I settling for just a handjob this time. As she murmured, I whined again.
"Sister... I have one more favor to ask... Could you maybe use your mouth this time?"
"M-my mouth?!"
"Yeah... I thought about it alone, and your mouth would feel amazing... No good?"
"A man's cock in my mouth..."
She trailed off, falling silent as if pondering. Even with the wall blocking her, I could feel her gaze fixed on my dick.
—...It's my responsibility... My slutty body made the faithful uncomfortable... S-so I have to make it right. It's just hearing confession... Nothing wrong with that... Nothing at all...
Her self-justifying whisper was barely audible. Then, steeling herself, she spoke in her usual gentle, nurturing tone.
"Understood... I'll calm it with my mouth, then."
"Thank youuu..."
I purred my gratitude in a melting voice.
"Mm... Mmuh..."
A hesitant murmur came from the other side. From the sound, she was right in front of my dick, but hesitating to start. That waffling didn't last long, though...
"Hahb... Mmuuuhng..."
"Ah..."
Soft lips enveloped my cockhead, warm and plush, drawing me into her hot mouth. Ramis was innocently mouthing my flaccid dick like it was the most erotic thing.
"...Juhp... Juhbuhp..."
She started bobbing slowly, teasing the limp shaft inside her mouth. No technique, no real stimulation, but the invisibility fueled my imagination, focusing every spark of pleasure intensely. Not seeing her makes it hotter somehow...
"Juhp...? Ahbuhbuhp..."
My dick swelled and hardened in her mouth, making her freeze in surprise. She didn't spit it out, though—just held it on her tongue, savoring the growth like a curious pet.
Ramis with her lips wrapped around my unpeeled foreskin...
"Churp... Churrup... Chup chup..."
Regaining composure, she bobbed again, now with sticky slurps. Glancing down, sure enough, strands of her spit drooled from my shaft, slicking down to my balls.
"Hah... Your spit feels so warm and sticky, Sister... Feels good... Nn..."
"Chubuhp...? Uhb..."
My crude praise made her lips quiver; she slowed, confirming the drool as I said. Embarrassed by the mess, she gulped repeatedly, swallowing the saliva... then pursed her lips tight and bobbed without letting more escape.
She's trying so hard not to drool more... but that might hurt...
"Ow...!!"
My worry hit reality fast—her teeth grazed my shaft unconsciously.
"Uhb?! Fwahaaah...! A-are you okay...?!"
It didn't hurt that much, but my yelp startled her into spitting me out, voice laced with worry.
"Yeah... J-just a little sting... Don't worry..."
"Ugh... Another stupid mistake... I'm so sorry... Hooo."
"W-wait a sec!"
She went to blow on it like last time, trying to shame me again. I stopped her quick, demanding a better fix.
"...Blowing makes it sting more... Any other way...?"
"Gulp."
She swallowed, pausing before suggesting timidly.
"...With my, my tongue... L-lick the wound... Ahhh..."
She flicked her tongue out, imagining animals licking injuries. Good idea.
"That'll do... Nngh..."
"N-no, I mean, um... Uu..."
She realized her slip and tried backpedaling, but I cut in. She was already sucking it—licking's just an extension.
As I groaned softly now and then—"Nngh..."—her fidgeting peaked. Finally, one hand cradled my cockhead like a treasure, lifting it upright. She found the grazed spot and lapped gently.
"...Lehp..."
"Nngh..."
She dragged her tongue slowly up the shaft, using my moans as a guide to the sore spot.
"Hng... Nngh..."
"Churrup. Chup... Ehbeh..."
Steady low groans got rhythmic licks, speeding up...
"...Nngh! Ah..."
"Heh...? S-sorryyy...!!"
A sharper moan made her jolt back, pondering...
"Juhbuhp... Buhlep. ...Hahbuup..."
She spat a glob of saliva on the wound, then pursed her lips to suckle it warmly. Once my moans calmed, she released and rubbed softly with her tongue, testing.
"I-is it better now...? Lehp..."
Damn, that dopey baby voice peeking for approval...
She licked like a loyal dog—pure worry, no lust. Just devoted care.
"Ah, it doesn't hurt anymore... Chup chup..."
She slathered more spit and kissed the spot softly, even channeling divine power through her hand to heal me.
"Nngh... The pain's mostly gone... Do more of that with your tongue... Feels so good..."
"Chup chup... O-okayyy... Ebuup..."
She kissed noisily, then lapped with real affection now—not just healing.
Ramis's cuteness maxed my pleasure, so I dialed up the acting to let her focus. She'd love it.
"Ahng... Your tongue feels so good, Sister... Mmm..."
"...Leeehp... Churrup. Chup..."
"Hahk. Hak... Hngh!"
"Lehp... W-whoa...?!"
I twitched my dick dramatically to her licks, panting like a horny beast for her ears.
"F-faster... Lick more... Haaah..."
"Ah, aa... G-goddess..."
She murmured shakily, licking carefully. I moaned sluttily, twitching on cue.
"Chubuhp... Chup..."
"Ahng..."
Twitch...
"Lehp... Hehbuhp..."
"Hiyuuung..."
Twitch twitch...
"Uuh... Uuuuh...♥!!"
Ramis must be drowning in depravity now. From her view: coaxing my dick through the hole, licking her own "scratch" like a pervert... Every tongue stroke made it jerk wildly, paired with my needy whines. And when her tongue paused...
"Siiiister..."
"Ahh... A-aaa...♥"
...I'd plead desperately, waggling it like a tail, begging for more. Visual overload for her—her voice shook uncontrollably.
She was probably feeling like a seductive whore toying with a male's cock. No way she could resist this decadent temptation forever.
Finally, with an "Ah, awoooh...♥" haze, she slathered more spit and ramped up her lewd, eager service.
"...Ahng♥"
Then, as her heart desired, she engulfed my dick again with a wet glurk.