Sister Mary's Bloomers Part II

SISTER MARY’S BLOOMERS PART II

I hope most of you have been able to read the first part of this story. Poor Patrick Xavier is a 16 year old horny schoolboy still lacking the experience of a willing pussy wrapped around his easily aroused cock. He is forever turned-on by the thought of nailing one of the more attractive nuns that have taken a liking to him. He is assigned to unmentionables buying duty for the reclusive sisters and becomes more and more frustrated with the visions of their secret hiding places with hairy pussy mounds and the shape of their well-hidden bottoms. He has his orders from the nuns for their needs and is headed to the East side marketplace to make the purchases.

The envelope with the money crammed inside was burning a hole in my pocket. It was the most money I had ever been in charge of in my whole life. The mother superior gave me very strict instructions about taking the envelope out of my pocket to pay for the purchases. She really didn’t have to warn me because I was super careful after being robbed one time when I was collecting the paper route and had to take a bus. I knew how to slip the money out one bill at a time and not show the envelope to any greedy eyes.

I told Lois I had to go to the marketplace and she begged me to take her with me but I didn’t want her to see me buying all those different colored panties and bras as well as the nylons and the garter belt all in white for Sister Angela. It would be hard to explain and I was sure she would be pissed big time.

In order to mollify her, I bought her an egg cream and watched her lick the froth from her glistening red lips. I remembered how she had leaned down and kissed me right on the end of my dick in the church tunnel and I burned to feel the touch of her lips wrapped around my well-hidden aroused cock.

Before I got on the bus, she pulled me into her building hallway and placed my hand right on her ass cheek. I started exploring her tight little bottom as we swapped spit in the darkened hallway. An old lady passed us and grunted in indignation at our fumbling fingers all over each other like soldiers sent out on a “do or die” mission of reconnaissance.

I pushed her under the stairwell and let my erection flop out ready for action. My pre-cum was already leaking and she had my stuff on her hand right away sliding her palm up and down my thickened shaft.

“Lois, do you think you can maybe give me a little suck? I promise I won’t cum in your mouth. You know you can trust me.”

Her breasts were really heaving and I could hear her panting like a bitch in heat. Not that I would ever call her a “bitch”. I think she would sock me right in the mouth if I was to say something like that to her.

When she got down on her knees, I knew I was finally going to get my first blowjob from Lois. It started a little shakily because she accidently let her tooth jab me right in the sensitive tip of my cock. She kissed me a lot after that to show she was sorry and then when she started moving her wet tongue all over cock and even down on my balls, I lost all my worries and only focused on the miracle of her taking me all the way down her saliva laden throat. I figured this is what they were all talking about with the fad of “deep throating”. All I could do was pat Lois on top of her head and keep repeating a litany of encouragement like,

“Good girl! That’s so nice, Lois, Lick me right there, Lois. You are such a good girl!”

It seemed like it went on for a long time and we didn’t even stop when a young woman with a baby in a stroller wheeled right past us smiling at my contorted face. I was a prisoner of Lois’s mouth and on a fast track to shooting my load right down her throat.

I guiltily remembered my promise, but was so caught up in the spirit of the moment that all I think of was letting my stuff shoot out with her mouth wrapped completely around me. It happened so fast that it even caught me by surprise. I heard her gag a bit and then the slurps of her desperate attempts to swallow all of my load without letting it get back out and spill all over her new white blouse.

“Patrick, you promised! Now look what you did. It’s all down in my tummy now. It sure is a good thing you can’t give me a baby that way, I would be pregnant for sure!”

We both laughed at that and she asked me to put my hand under her panties. Just like I suspected they were soaking wet and there was even a little puddle just inside her pussy slit. I eased my middle finger up into her vaginal opening and rubbed her button with my thumb. My entire hand was dripping with pussy juice so it was very slick and easy to bring her off into a very nice shuddering jerky orgasm.

I held her tight for a few moments until her breath came back to normal and she calmed down a little bit.

Since I was running late, I ran to catch the bus and looked back to see her walking back into her building wiping the tell-tale traces of oral sex from her semen-splattered lips. Now it was time to do my underwear buying duty like a good little boy.

I went to the Steinberg’s store first because I used to get nylons and even panties there for my mom and my 2 aunts at least once a month. Mrs. Steinberg always gave me a big hug and called me “My Little Angel”. I don’t think she would call me that if she saw me getting blown by Lois under the stairwell less than an hour ago.

Mrs. Steinberg and her daughter Ruth pretty much ran the business and old Mr. Steinberg was almost always down in the park playing chess with all the other old guys looking to swap stories and complaints. I guess he figured he did all the heavy lifting by getting the family over to the new country of America and now his females could make the money to keep them on an even keel.

It was amazing to see the stacks of panties and bras and nylons and garter belts along with a more exotic line of evening wear for the uptown crowd that pursued a more decadent lifestyle.

For as much that Mrs. Steinberg was on the heavy side, her daughter Ruth was a real skinny-Minnie.

I found myself wondering what size panties Ruth required. I must be one of the ultra-small petite sizes that only Sister Ursula needed to cover her tiny bottom. The biggest size I needed to day was for the Mother Superior herself because she was one to waste not a crumb of food and always found room for desert.

Since Ruth was the one trying to fill my order, I stayed in the back stockroom with her and she searched the aisles for the required sizes and colors. When she saw the order for Sister Ursula, she smiled and I figured that it must have been her size as well. Ruth was up on the ladder reaching up for some bras on the top shelf when I noticed she had spread her legs for balance and I could see all the way up to pussy heaven. Her bush was very full and I could see all the strands of hair squirting out the sides of her nicely stitched panties. The rear end of her panties were all twisted up deep in her crack as she reached up and they pressed hard against her puckered brown eye. Before I could avert my eyes, she flashed a glance down seeing me ogle her private goodies.

“You have to tell me, Patrick, who are all these different sizes for? Have you acquired a harem of schoolgirl friends and must buy them presents to sample their pussies?”

I had to laugh because nothing could be further from the truth. I wanted to tell Ruth the truth but because of the differences in religion, I was not sure if I could reveal the identities of the recipients of the feminine undies.

“That’s funny, Ruth. Yeah, I am wallowing in pussy these days. I got to beat them off with a stick.”

She looked at me with a glint in her eye.

“You can use a stick on me, Patrick, and I won’t go away. In fact, I wouldn’t mind it at all if you treated me like that. I would still be there to make you feel good if you wanted.”

I was really confused now because Ruth was like about 20 years old and I thought she considered me a bit too young for her. Besides, I knew her parents would not be too excited to see her get too close to a goy when she should be trying to find a nice Jewish boy.

Ruth sat down on top of the ladder and I was treated to a bird’s eye view of her trim little pussy and ass. I stepped up on the first rung and pushed my head in between her knees to inhale her nubile scent.

“That’s nice, Patrick, I like you to put your face up next to my pussy. Do you have enough balls to taste me as well?”

That was all I needed a dare to munch a pretty girl’s pussy. Her panties were a bit wet and it was a combination of perspiration and female juices. She tasted so sweet; I kicked myself in the ass for not licking Lois’s pussy a long time ago.

The ladder was shaking a little bit and I guess we were making a little bit of noise what with me breathing so hard and Ruth moaning like she was in pain. She stood up on the ladder and I held it steady so we wouldn’t tip over. With a dancer’s quick move, she removed her panties and presented her naked pussy for my oral attentions. I balled up her panties and shoved them in my pocket for later use in the privacy of my bedroom.

I stepped up to the second rung on the ladder with Ruth’s ankles still wrapped around my neck. The angle now exposed her little puckered brown eye and I immediately diverted my attentions to testing the tightness of her puckered rim. My tongue was so overheated with desire that I pushed hard enough against her tiny opening to force entry into her Hersey highway of anal delight.

It seemed like my method of alternating between her brown eye, her vagina and even her tiny little pearl buried in her clitoral fold was the key to bringing little Ruthie to a quick and convulsive orgasm that threatened to spill us both down to the storeroom floor in a jumble of arms, legs and throbbing pussy slits and aroused cock.

Ruth immediately fell to her knees because her mother was making noises like she thought we were taking too long in the stockroom. When her mouth engulfed my pulsating knob, I almost jumped for joy at receiving my second blow job on the same day by two different girls. Without any disparagement of Lois and her enthusiastic efforts, it was obvious that Ruth was truly proficient in the dispensement of oral ministrations and I was ready to write her a certificate of commendation for her superior skills.

She sensed when I was ready to blow my load and pulled me out of her mouth so my creamy cum was able to drench her face with long sticky lines of my male juice.

We scurried out to the shop before her mama was able to rouse herself from her afternoon soap opera to see what was taking us so long.

I was able to get everything I needed and then some right in the Steinberg’s store. I promised Ruth that I would be back on Friday night to take her to a movie. She fondled my cock and balls and looked up at me with her dark eyes that promised a fun time in the darkened movie theater.

I looked forward to delivering all of the orders to the eight nuns personally, so I could be sure they got exactly what they wanted and the order was filled correctly. I couldn’t wait to see Sister Angela’s eyes when she saw the nicely embroidered nylons and garter belt with a free pair of white silk panties that were so sheer it almost looked like there was nothing there at all.