Isekai Milf Tale: Nunnery Arc (46) - Olivia Takes the Stage
Following right after Bereani, I moved on to Olivia, and as expected, she was utterly flustered, fidgeting nervously. Of course, she'd watched every single one of us without missing a beat while we reveled in sloppy sex on her bed, so she clearly wanted to join in. But now that it was her turn, her heart was pounding like crazy. Yeah, that happens sometimes.
With my brain softened into mush from the nonstop orgies, seeing Olivia so tense made me want to ease her nerves and let her enjoy herself fully. So I dialed up the seductive charm I'd picked up since coming to this world.
"Mmmph... Olivia-m... " I purred in a sultry voice, and she stared at me with wide eyes, shocked. I swayed my hips gently from my relaxed seat on the bed, exuding raw allure between my legs, my cock twitching invitingly. Bereani's pussy juices and my cum were mixed into long, sticky strands dangling from my shaft, especially the glistening threads at the tip that danced lewdly with every shake. Add in my half-lidded, pleasure-drunk gaze and a smoldering look of desire... and it was like a little succubus in the flesh. Olivia was done for in one hit.
Every time I pulled this slutty act, I'd feel mortified later when I snapped out of it... but damn, nothing worked better. No one around to mock me anyway—just women who'd play along. Of course, before fucking Olivia, I'd wiped off all the other women's pussy juices since she seemed put off by the glistening mess. Though honestly, things would get to the point soon where I wouldn't care whose pussy I'd been in and just keep pounding away one after another.
"...Then, if you'll excuse me... no, please allow me..." Unlike the others, Olivia started with casual speech before switching to polite honorifics mid-sentence. Kasia had told her to keep it casual, but now that she knew I was the goddesses' representative, she was getting hung up on titles.
"Yes... please do..." I replied with a blush, and she swallowed hard, nodding faintly.
Seeing me squirming on the bed, brimming with shame and lust, melted her resolve completely. She neatly folded her nun habit and stripped naked in no time. No garter stockings like Bereani for that extra twist, but even without it, I couldn't tear my eyes away.
Her beige hair looked impossibly soft just from sight, with pretty curls at the ends. Below that, her breasts surpassed Ramis's H-cups in sheer volume, her pink areolas massive to match—big enough to stuff one in my mouth and suckle. Her nipples were huge too, begging to be devoured. And her ass? The biggest I'd seen in the nunnery, so plump and spankable it was pure sin. She gave off a vibe like Ramis—voluptuous tits and hips—but with their age gap, Olivia felt more mature, riper. Even the bush over her thick, meaty pussy lips was denser than most.
Olivia wasn't much for imagination either; after hesitating, she mimicked Bereani and straddled me in cowgirl. But once she impaled herself and her body shuddered, she snapped to and realized her mistake—her enormous ass cheeks had slapped fully onto my thighs and crotch. Worried about the weight difference, she blurted, "Um, excuse me... ngh... Raoul. D-does it... feel uncomfortable...?" shooting me an innocent, virgin-like glance with casual speech slipping back in.
That cuteness made me want to grin, but the pussy ridges clinging desperately inside and the scorching heat left no room for leisure. My eyelashes fluttered pleasantly as Olivia mustered her courage and started pounding down slowly. The term "pounding rice cakes" fit perfectly—each slam made her fleshy ass slap wetly, churning out obscene sounds nonstop.
She put her voyeuristic knowledge from watching Bereani to good use and wrapped up our first round successfully. While the bed's owner rode me tenderly, Bereani watched intently, deep in thought—probably plotting our next moves. She'd skipped her inner panties this time, wearing pure white ones over her garter belt to trap the cum inside. Smart girl.
After a dozen minutes, Olivia's thick body was on fire. She eyed my cock slyly, signaling with her gaze that she wanted more, and I was pent-up from skipping work, so we went at it wildly. I flipped her over and ground my hips, suckled those fat nipples... time flew.
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Slap slap slap!!Squelch squelch...!!
"Haaahng... ♥ Ha. Ah. Ung. Haaang... ♥!!"
The flickering orange candlelight and its shadows on the wall silhouetted two beasts mating furiously. Unlike the start, her room filled with sweet moans, rhythmic flesh slaps, and squelching juices amplifying the lewdness.
Slap slap slap!!
"Aaahng... ♥!"
I was gripping Olivia's massive ass, pounding her from behind. Each thrust made her chewy, delicious flesh cling to my crotch. Looking down, her cheeks rippled wildly—pure eye candy.
"Hau... Olivia, your pussy's so hot and tight... feels amazing... ah...!!"
"Hak... W-where did you learn such dirty talk...?! Y-you can't say such vulgar things. Ahng ♥"
She glanced back with a sultry side-eye. Her words said no, but my crude praise thrilled her—her eyes burned with female lust, voice melting into a puddle. She even clenched her inner walls prettily around my pistoning cock, mimicking my compliment.
"Come on. Let's work hard and milk out another load inside... ♥"
"Ngh. Y-yes... yes..."
"♥"
Olivia matched my thrusts, swallowing my cock to the hilt with her huge ass, slapping my crotch relentlessly.
Am I acting too childish? Well, she's enjoying it...
After a few more sloppy rounds, as I kept lost in lust, Olivia regained her composure and started doting on me one-sidedly. She'd treated me like a cute kid from day one despite praising my looks—not the type to get swept away. Still... I was calling the shots in bed.
We'd creampied her womb several times, basking in afterglow, when she rolled over on all fours to grab her underwear. That snapped my reason—her plump, jiggling ass cheeks and thick pussy lips gaping, drooling juices. Who could resist?
Olivia probably dangled it on purpose, reluctant to end. She hiked her ass higher for easy access, glancing back with a fond smile as I gripped and thrust, finding me adorable.
"Abbess... you're... incredible..."
Bereani couldn't ignore the bestial mating; mesmerized, her cheeks flushed as she squirmed her legs.
"Hak. Haak... ♥ M-more, harder please. I'm... almost... ngh. C-cumming... ♥!!"
"Yes...! Ngh...!!"
Squelch squelch squelch...!!!
"Haaaaahng... ♥!"
Olivia's massive ass quivered violently again as she climaxed spectacularly from the pounding. Spurt spurt...!!!
Her walls clamped tight, refusing to let go, letting me flood her womb once more.
"Hauu... Haaaah... ♥"
Spurt... Pssshhh... ♥ Squirt squirt ♥ Glug glug
Unlike the cum pumping in, her pussy spasmed wildly, squirting thick juices from our joined gap. Mixed with the womb-full load, the vulgar slurry gushed out obscenely. It dribbled down my shaft to pool at my balls, then plopped onto the sheets.
"Haah... Hiiu... Hiyuuung... ♥"
Her voluptuous body in that lewd pose contrasted cutely with her tiny fists balled up kitten-like under her face. Still impaled, she savored the afterglow, steadying her ragged breaths.
"O-once it's over... could I... have another turn...?"
Bereani's voice from the side—her panties visibly soaked. The filthy display had reignited her lust fully. With my endless stamina, I nodded affirmatively.
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"Priestess Bereani. You called for me?"
"Yes. Sister Isabel. Do you have a moment?"
"Of course."
Early morning, Bereani summoned Isabel to her private chapel room. Private talks between priestess and nun weren't odd, but Isabel tilted her head, clueless why.
Truth was, Bereani relied purely on Raoul's advice. She already needed to confer with the senior nuns she'd bedded, and Raoul casually named Isabel and a few others. His "divine revelation" about bliss from serving the goddess hit home, so Bereani cut straight to it.
"Oh... so it got out after all... But I didn't mishear, right?"
"Of course not. It seems we've been delaying the goddess's revelation. We've been so rude to her. This is blasphemy."
Her firm tone gave Isabel a faint sense of wrongness, but she nodded—it rang true.
"Are all the regular nuns inside the convent now?"
"Yes. No outside duties today. Though... ah, Sister Stella's visiting her family estate. Hasn't returned yet. Might not if things go well."
"I see. Being nobility originally... the baron's wife came personally, right? No change to plans whenever she returns. Any suggestions for the nuns' education?"
"Hehe... I do have some ideas... Starting with basic contact..."
"Indeed... I see..."
Their private talk deepened.