Ramis's Loving Hand Relief
Ramis tended to my cock so purely, her breath carrying the faintest trace of divine power. The refreshing breeze from her mouth, which had felt a little distant at first, was growing hotter and closer by the second. No exaggeration—if I pressed my crotch tighter against the wall right now, her lips might actually kiss my glans. And from midway through, she'd started swirling her fingers like a gentle massage while rubbing my shaft, which had me growling with feigned childish need, unable to hold back my shame as I begged her to keep going.
"Uuung…. Sisterrr…. It doesn't hurt anymore, so can't you shake it a little more…? It tingles so good every time you touch it…. Yeahhh…?"
As I said that, I tensed my rock-hard cock and made it twitch this way and that.
Thwack.
"Ahit! …."
I'd barely twitched it for a second when I felt something tap against the tip of my glans. Since she'd been blowing on the foreskin-covered head, it was probably her nose bumping my cock. Ramis let out a tiny, shocked "Hauuu…," but I pretended not to hear and wheedled her again in a pitiful voice, begging for more handjob.
"I-I'll shake it again, so… stay still…. Just stay still, okay…?"
Her soft voice soothed me like she was calming a child. At her words, I restrained my horny thrusting as best I could, standing obediently like a good boy.
"Uuuung…."
"G-Good…. Such a good boy…. I'll be so grateful if you keep listening like this from now on…."
"Y-Yeahhh…."
Ramis kept coaxing me in her warm, comforting tone, then gripped my cock again and resumed the handjob.
Shlick…. Shlick….
"Wh-What’s that lewd smell…? Eut, uuung…."
She kept stroking away in a dazed, dreamy voice. Judging from her earlier shy, adorable reactions, this was probably her first sexual act ever. Still, she was doing her best to lead me as the elder, which was pretty commendable. Me acting spoiled and lowering her guard had probably eased her burden. She seemed pleased that I'd obediently followed her instructions just now, too. With Kasia's revelation as backing, she could easily rationalize a handjob. And above all, not facing each other directly for the sex act had actually made her more proactive.
Slap slap slap….
"Waaah…. Your cock, devotee…. It's throbbing so much…."
As she grew accustomed to touching it, Ramis's hesitation faded. Fascinated by the pulsing of my shaft, she paused her strokes, gripped it softly to feel the heavy throbs, then… streeetch…. She'd stroke it, then deliberately peel back the skin with her fingers, exploring every lewd texture of my cock bit by bit. It was like she was finally indulging all the sexual curiosity she'd bottled up through our play.
She whispered softly again as she resumed pumping.
"…Feels good?"
"Yeeah…. Feels so gooood…."
"H-Hng…. G-Glad to hear it…."
Hearing my sweet, melting voice, Ramis let out an awkward, tittering laugh, her tone high and cute like a little kitten. I wondered what expression she was making.
Squelch….
As she diligently worked my cock, I soon felt the rhythmic peeling of my foreskin.
"G-Gulp…."
When my lewd, mushroom-shaped pink glans was fully exposed to the cool air, she panicked and paused. Not fully versed in male anatomy, she seemed to be gauging if it was okay to keep going now that the skin was retracted.
"Eut. Ha-eut…. Uung. Ung…. Sister Ramis…. Quicker…."
"Y-Yeah…. I'll make you feel good again…."
My intermittent moans and growls spurred her on, and she redoubled her efforts, stroking away. But her focus was on the exposed glans—she kept gulping nervously.
"…………."
She slowly slid her palm upward without drawing attention, then timidly rubbed the base of my glans with her thumb. Pretending it was accidental, but clearly obsessed with this new sight of a man's glans. She could touch it freely without holding back…. When I deliberately moaned that the tip felt amazing, luring her in, she responded eagerly, rubbing the head with her fingers as if she'd been waiting.
"Haa…. Haa…."
One hand gripping the shaft and lifting it high, her hot breath washing over it…. She had to be peering at my bare glans from almost kissing distance again.
"This spot…. This feels good, right? Ah…. Th-There's sticky fluid leaking from the tip…. Ahng…."
The handjob continued in that tender atmosphere…. My wildly aroused cock was drooling precum in little spurts. Spotting this new fascination, she swirled two fingers around the base, gradually moving to the tip, then smeared the urethral fluid around.
Squelch. Squelch squelch.
"Whoa. It's so sticky…."
Even as she sounded flustered, she didn't pull away—instead, she kept caressing the glans with the leaking precum, polishing it to a glossy sheen with my own fluids.
"G-Go ahead…. Feel as good as you want in my hand…."
Squelch squelch….
Her naughty fingers danced over the slick glans. How much time passed? This obscene play had settled into a groove and was building toward climax. She wasn't expert at handjobs—being a first-timer—but her constant loving whispers were insanely hot, and her focus on my sensitive glans had orgasm creeping up steadily.
I was about to warn her I was close, playing nice, when a sudden thought hit me as I pictured her flushed face, lashes fluttering sweetly.
With Ramis, I could probably just blast away without a care….
"Ahit……!!"
"Kyaaak…?!!"
Spurt…! Splurt splurt…!!!
I unleashed without warning, pumping thick semen straight into the hole. Blubblubblub…!! Ignoring whatever she was doing on the other side, I shot rope after sticky rope like a pressurized stream.
"Hau…. Haaaah…. G-Goddess…."
Utterly panicked, Ramis instinctively called to the goddess, then took action. Her palm pressed firmly against my still-spurting tip, trying to stem the flow. She'd cupped it to weaken the jets.
I kept pumping into her hand for a while, emptying my balls completely. Blub….
"Haaa…. Looks like it's calming down now…."
After the long ejaculation, I shuddered in relief and pulled my cock from the hole. Half the glans was coated in sticky semen…. No time for her to clean it, so I wiped it off myself.
"Auuu…. Uwaaa…. Uuuh…. Huwuuu…."
Ramis was lost in a daze, mumbling stupidly in full panic mode.
………………
"Um…. D-Devotee. S-Sorry, but could you open the door from outside…?"
A bit recovered, she asked in a trembling voice.
"Sure…."
I quickly pulled up my pants and went out, flinging open the opposite door.
………Holy shit.
Her face was beet red to her ears, splattered with semen on her forehead, nose bridge, cheeks—everywhere gravity was pulling strands like cheese from her chin. Below, her shoulders hunched rabbit-like in tension, prettily cupped hands cradling my load to keep it from spilling. Some had overflowed anyway, trickling stickily over her massive breasts on her nun habit. And little puddles on the floor….
Semen everywhere. Unrealistically huge load….
……Kinda feel bad now. But with a nun like her, she'd forgive anything, right…? That was my mindset.
"…Catch as much semen as possible…."
She stared dazedly at the pool in her palms, murmuring softly to herself. I half-heard it, bowed my head, and apologized.
"S-Sorry…! I didn't mean to. Your hands felt too good, I lost control…. Forgive me…."
"N-No need to apologize, devotee…. It's a natural reaction, it happens…."
"Then at least let me help clean…."
"Ah, no. It's fine…."
"Huh?"
"…I'll handle it, so don't worry…. Wait for me outside the chapel, okay?"
I offered help repeatedly, but she gently refused, not wanting to burden me with the mess, and shooed me out to the chapel exterior.
Outside, the sky was still brilliantly clear. Felt refreshed. Ramis took longer than expected, so bored, I squatted and tossed pebbles.
5 minutes…. 10 minutes…. Not quite 15?
She emerged with a clean face, quick-stepping over in a fresh nun habit—spares must've been inside.
"Sorry. Should've told you to go ahead…. You waited so long?"
"Nuh-uh. No, I'm the one sorry…. I should've helped."
"Hehe…. I said it's fine. Look at me, I'm the one who took forever. Now, let's head back…."
Her voice cut off abruptly.
"Urp."
"………………."
"Ah…. U-Uwaaa…. Um, guess I ate too much lunch…. H-How embarrassing, a burp…."
I hadn't said a word, but her face flushed crimson as she babbled excuses.
…Her lips had looked extra glossy. Yeah.
………………
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Strolling back through the rear garden to the dorms, I hesitantly spoke up at the gate.
"Um, Sister Ramis…?"
"Yes?"
I blushed shyly, twiddling my fingers together.
"C-Can we…. do another consultation there next time…?"
Looking up at her cutely with shame and embarrassment mixed on my face.
"Y-Yes…?"
"Uuht…."
Her face melted softly, cheeks reddening as she instinctively glanced at my crotch. But she's a devout nun at heart—now composed, maybe she'd changed her mind?
"O-Okay…. If you really can't hold back…. I'll help however I can. That's it for today, then…."
Looked like desire had won out. She acted as natural as possible, gave me those instructions, and headed to the main building to resume her duties.
Breast play flowing naturally into a handjob. In the end, not much difference from Isabel. But this time, I started it—so Ramis had plausible deniability.
"Wanna go again sometime."
Handjob only was a shame, but it's not just today…. Gotta keep clinging and acting spoiled.