Asian Catholic nun's charity - part 2 - Sex Stories

Asian Catholic nun's charity - part 2

... herself slightly, Sister Mary bumped her eraser-thick nipple into his mouth where the old man instinctively latched onto her. "Drink from me, Mr Bishal! Mmmm...have your birthday drink from me," the Nun purred, groaning at the delightful friction of his scraggly beard and rotten old teeth against her sensitive tit flesh. Needle-like jets of milk shot from her as sweet, hot milk flowed. Only recently had the sexy Nun discovered that she was lactating and took it as a definite sign from God that she was doing His work. Now she could not only give the love and comfort she knew came from Him, but she could nourish her charges as well. What a Holy Gift! White streams leaked from around Mr Bishal's craggy lips and trickled down his chin onto his shirt. Sister Mary ran her fingers through the old man's wispy hair, cooing lovingly like a mother to child as he thirstily suckled on her. Another hand shot down between them, her hand finding the stiffness pushing the fabric of his flannel pants outward. Her warm hand gripped his astonishing (for his age) hardness and slowly jacked him while he fed. When his frantic pulls on her pleasantly tingling breasts had slowed somewhat, the Nun pulled back and dropped to her knees, eager for what she knew waited for her. Pulling the string of his pants, unknotting them, she pulled down the front of his pants and let his engorged dick pop free, bobbing straight up before her. Open-mouthed and wide-eyed, Sister Mary wrapped her fingers around the ...

... thick girth of a truly spectacular 10" cock. Frosted at the base with snow-white pubes, thick veins roped around and around the shaft that jutted up, ending in a dark brown helmet, smeared and glistening with pre-cum. The other hand glided her fingertips down the underside of the shaft, making Mr Bishal moan. That hand found the sagging ball sack, almost hidden in a mass of gray wiry hair as well, hot to her touch with each bloated orb heavily laden with saved-up cum. Focusing her gaze past the pulsing dick in her hands, Sister Mary looked into Mr Bishal's eyes and said throatily, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph bless you, Mr Bishal. Happy birthday!" as she took his thick round tip into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the glans, loving the velvety smoothness, the saltiness making her mouth water. Teasing his piss-hole, she alternated between sucking hard on as much of his dick as she could force into her throat and breaking her seal, panting as she laved her tongue up and down the sides of his cock, slurping up her own saliva. Diving down to the musky balls, Sister Mary would jack his wet cock slowly as she tasted his nut sack, dancing his full testicles inside her hungry mouth, cleaning them. The choir sang "Hosanna!" on the television as the old parishioner moaned and twisted in his chair under the stimulation and teasing of the sexy Nun. The happy sounds of slurping and swallowing filled the parlor as the Nun prepared Mr Bishal for his birthday treat. One of Sister Mary's hands ...