Chapter 7: The Reveal

[Fleeting memories hinted on by Sister Jane, perhaps nightmarish creeped up on me, not welcomed yet fascinating - what was I to assume?]

Please, let’s have a little more wine,” said Mrs. Jordan. After all that, amazing, there was perhaps an air of resolve about what just happened, maybe as if finally the truth was known and welcomed. I didn’t get that really at all. But my two companions seemed quite happy and relaxed with it, especially Sister Jane.

I thought about how post orgasm release of tension was a welcome thing but I didn’t get that sense either, really. I was expected to remember something about what she’d just caused me to do and yes, yet no, there was and wasn’t anything I could recall, exactly, maybe. Although I loved giving my good friend a brand new and tremendous experience I was uneasy. I seemed a vector perhaps dangerous, possibly? And yet there was Sister Jane in her robes my example of the past who not only condoned but actually caused my penis to do unearthly things to Sylvia.

Sister Jane insisted on us coming to visit her at the nunnery. I told her I knew my way around. We serviced the heating needs of some of the buildings on the Catholic property.

Both my partner Gordon and I marveled at the large facility that housed far fewer sisters than it obviously once had. Maybe it combined housing for the large girls academy at one time. All included the vast land holdings spread over a great sum of acres including dozens of facilities. It was impressive yet it gave me the sense of something slowly failing.

The most interesting portion of the nunnery was the level where the furnace ran. It had long rooms in the daylight basement with long, long rows of what were called wash trays, concrete sinks used for scrubbing clothes by hand. A lot of them had the scrub brush type of ridges built into them. We never saw a washing machine just those sinks, wondered if the girls were required to hand wash everything, perhaps used as penance for naughty students. But one had to wonder about the vast number of them.

There were also rooms, empty, on the windowless portion, not a thing in them but with hooks built into the ceiling. Nothing else, just that and another bay room contained army cots like I was familiar with from the Army. All was cold and gray and dusty.

The layout in that basement reminded me of the kasserne I was stationed at in Nuremburg Germany. The very large military base was Hitler’s headquarters for his Secret Service now taken over by the U.S. military. The one old building I stayed in and searched through while I was waiting for assignment was full of all kinds of strange apparatus. I wondered if they tortured people there.

“What? Oh - sorry. I was remembering stuff from my time in the Army. Sure I can come visit you and like I said I know my way around there.”

“Do you know Maria, the president of our knitting club? Tom calls her his Candy Lady. Might she be allowed to come visit as well?” “Of course. Glad to have you, all of you. And yes, I know Maria,” Sister laughed. “Tom’s “Candy Lady” is a good friend. I thought you knew. Maria likes to visit with me regularly and I hear her confession as well.”

I didn’t know nuns heard confession. I had no memory of that ever happening.

I said I better get going because I had another call to make before the day was done. The afternoon happening had moved along with far more than I expected, to say the least. I used the shower open on the side of the deck where we always washed off before and after the spa. When I put my glasses back on I noted my two friends were focused on me and it may have been the results of Sister Jane’s work in my anus that changed my physique. I was having strange memories erupting as a result and I didn’t know if I could trust that. I tried to clear my head.

Mrs. Jordan beckoned me to come and give her a hug. Of course I did. I walked over to where they were sitting on the edge of the spa and she, Sylvia, reached out to hold me by my hips, picking up my penis, glancing at Sister Jane and kind of admiring the thing. “I NEVER in my life expected to see and use a thing like this. It’s a work of art Sister. And you can bet I’m going to bug you for more information probably until I drive you nuts.” They laughed.

[Another vague fleeting memory flash pretty disturbing, who were these persons, the guy with the giant penis with markings on him?]

“Can you make it big one more time? It’s so alive.” I laughed, “If you want me to.” It would be even more embarrassing in front of Sister but I didn’t want to take control of the situation to upset my lover. She felt it with both hands and kissed it, glancing at Sister with a grin in a kind of cuddle as if it was a Teddy Bear. Immediately it sprang taut in a completely unreal manner curly up. It actually pulled on the skin on the front of my legs and she jumped back but held on tighter and focused on Sister Jane as if questioning. “You certainly may,” I nervously joked, “And it’s yours to use whenever. You know that.” So she had one oversized in her grip, an extra big stiff penis to giggle over before I left.

She just didn’t seem to be able to get over the wonder of this new toy and it was to the credit of Sister Jane for doing what she did and not hurting me apparently. “I wish you didn’t have to go. Could you just leave your penis here?”

[I hoped I wasn’t going insane with glimpses which seemed certainly like a nightmare - cruel naked women who seemed to be in control playing with an amputated scrotum while the guy ejaculated enormously?]