The Communion of Aaron's Cane
Two nuns taking a bath, riding a horse, or going to the market—that's how old jokes often begin, don't they? They're a tad lewd but barely, and revolve around innuendos. The punchline being that we nuns wouldn't get the joke because we're too pure.
But let me tell you about the night of my 18th birthday, when we refer to it as a 'Second Confirmation,' where one joins 'the Order of Aaron's Rod'. I was mentally prepared, though only through word-of-mouth, for the events of the evening. There were whispers about sacrificing a goat to Satan, which seemed improbable. The following morning, Gloria, who whispered these things to me while I was pruning the flowers, asked me if I wanted a 'full confirmation' or just a drink or two.
I had been led to believe that the process was mainly sexual, although it wasn't necessarily the case. It was more about becoming a woman, and the responsibilities that came with it. I told her, "Okay, let's do the full works," thinking along the lines of "fuck it, literally," and then realizing that would be something I'd have to confess to the priest. Still, there I was!
I had, until that point, confessed everything to the priest, including an accidental wank and two intentional ones. He had asked me not to bother with it, saying it was my own business. But I couldn't see it that way and needed to be honest.
I'd never, as far as I knew, experienced an orgasm, which one nun had once illustrated by telling me what it feels like. I decided not to confess that, even though I'd asked a few questions.
I'm going off-topic here.
The night of my 'Second Confirmation' began with us sleeping in cells with three beds each. I'd been sleeping in the middle bed, which I disliked because of the snoring and occasional moans from the twins on either side. After dinner and prayers, we moved to Gloria's bed, the one closest to the door. Francis, the 30-year-old in charge of the Order, entered the room, smiling.
'Hey birthday girl. Hey Gloria, hey Mary,' he said, addresssing my cellmates, despite the fact that Mary had received her confirmation in a different cell while I was alone. He continued by explaining that for a 'full confirmation,' four was more than enough.
"The ceremony must be performed naked," Francis stated casually.
I undressed without much surprise, as I had no idea how soon this might happen. After I was completely nude, the other girls, who took a moment to admire my body, also removed their clothes.
"First, to celebrate your eighteenth birthday, you will be kissed eighteen times. That's six times by each of us," Francis continued.
Francis kissed me aggressively, biting my tongue a little. Gloria, during her kiss, pressed her body against mine, causing her nipples to rub against mine. Mary mounted me, kneeling between my legs. When she kissed me, I could feel her pubic hair against my waist.
"Three," someone said.
Then, as Mary moved away, Gloria laid her head on my right nipple, and Francis hovered over my left. They both sucked my nipples like two newborn babies, both at once, but with a sensual feeling that was anything but motherly. It felt erotic, like my breasts were connected to my vagina. I found myself moaning a little.
"God, already, we might have to gag you," Francis joked, momentarily raising her head before latching back on.
"Six, one-third of the way there!" Mary exclaimed.
The next six kisses happened quickly, one on my neck, one of each foot, my left ear, and then on each thigh. Then, with my legs spread, it was Mary who first kissed my pussy. If you can call it a kiss: a French kiss, but involving tongue, and with a bush pressed against my waist. The other girls sat by my head and played with my breasts, stopping me from moaning too loudly while Mary gave me oral sex.
I was flipped over, receiving kisses on both my left and right cheek of my bottom before Gloria began to lick and eat out my anus. It was tighter than I could've imagined but gradually, I was able to relax. The sensation was totally new to me and I was concerned about how clean I was down there. Mary inquired, 'What does she taste like, Gloria?' Embarrassingly, Gloria responded, 'Amazing.'
'Sixteen.'
With only two more numbers remaining, I felt terribly sad knowing that this thrilling experience was nearing its end. I longed to be a hundred so that these three women could explore my body using their tongues in a multitude of ways. I secretly hoped that they would let me return the favor and teach me how to please them just as they had done to me.
Mary held my legs wide open so both Gloria and Francis could have unhindered access to pleasure me. When it was solely Mary pleasuring me with her tongue, a bit of a reprieve would be given to my clit, but now, with two women going at it, the immense sensations became nearly intolerable. I was getting perilously close to reaching my climax, and was urgently trying to gain control. Mary said to me, 'It's okay, baby, just let it happen.'
'I think I'm going to pee myself, Mary,' I worried.
'No, you're not. You're about to have an orgasm.' Her assurance calmed me, and I appreciated the distinction.
I paused, feeling like I was edging closer to that threshold. Then, as soon as I breached it, it really did feel like I was about to wet myself. I looked down to ensure my fear wasn't realized. Mary put her hand over my mouth, silencing me, and all three girls held me steady. The two nuns continued to extract what pleasure they could from my vagina.
I vaguely recall Mary whispering, 'It'll be the last thing you enjoy,' but immediately afterward, it was over and everyone cheered.
'Happy Birthday,' they all exclaimed while cleaning themselves up. 'Welcome to the Order of the Rod.'
I wanted to sit up, trying to regain composure but Mary prevented me.
'No!'
My legs still quivered a little and I was covered in a sticky substance between them.
'You join the Order as a WOR, or a 'Worker of the Order of the Rod'. This means you're expected to serve us, completely, until we allow you to advance in the ranks.'
'Worker?' I inquired.
'Be quiet, you don't talk,' Gloria scolded.
'Workers work.'
Slowly, indecisively I nodded.
'Does that mean you consent to being our Worker?'
I nervously nodded again, desiring this activity to continue.
With my previous affirmed response, Gloria positioned herself over me and sat on my face, forcing her cunt into her own mouth. Her taste was something to savour and I licked, flicked and sucked as the other two women had done to me. However, this was interrupted by a sudden slap across my sensitive clit and a command to stop.
'Open your mouth and be still.'
Surprisingly, Gloria started to urinate into my mouth, a situation I had no experience with and had no idea how to handle. After several seconds of submitting to this ultimate discomfort, I was forced to swallow. I resisted the second slap that was imminent by quickly swallowing as instructed. I was then struck across my left breast and informed to say 'thank you' to Francis for the urine she had spat in my mouth.
'Thank you, Francis,' I dutifully replied, looking horrified.
Gloria addressed us all, 'From today on, we are each to be called Angel.'
A shocked 'But Gloria, that's blasphemy.' escaped my lips.
For my lack of restraint, I was spanked insistently by all three nuns until I was sobbing on the pillow.
After the thrashing quieted, I was told to face them again, and they waited momentarily. Recovering, I murmured, 'Thank you, Angel.' through my tears.
'Hand me the stick, please.' Mary requested Francis, who returned with a leather strap, embedded in the center of which was a smooth and shaped piece of wood, approximately two-thirds of a foot in length. Most of the wooden piece protruded away from the strap, but a bit of it was tucked in. The shorter end was put into my mouth, and the buckle on the strap was fastened across the back of my head.
'Excellent,' Mary chuckled, shifting into a provocative four-legged position and wiping some spit from my fingers onto her vagina.
'Now, hump me, slut.'
The girls pulled me, using the stick, towards Mary's buttocks, or rather specifically toward her vagina that was beneath it, and began to push my head back. They let go once I understood the idea, and allowed me to fuck Mary with my face. It was quite taxing, and humiliating, as my nose collided with her anus.
After a few minutes, when I was completely inside, with my nose pressed against her anus, Mary farted, releasing a putrid, foul-smelling gas directly up my nostrils, which was the only way I could breathe, and causing me to retch: the smaller stick down my throat didn't help with this either. In an attempt to avoid vomiting, I quickly pulled back and the stick slipped out of her vagina. I realized my grave error, as Mary turned around, still on all fours, and smacked me across the cheek.
The belt was taken off, and I was forced to thank Mary for the fart, time and time again, each time more humiliatingly.
Finally, I was sobbing, and I'm certain the whole convent could hear me: 'Thank you, dear, for farting in my worthless nostrils. And thank you for letting me use my pathetic little face to penetrate your gorgeous vagina. Please, dear, fart on me again.'
I was forced to lick Mary's fluids from the longer end of the stick, and the belt was reattached, and I resumed fucking her. Farts could occur regularly, and Francis and Gloria, who had moved away from the odor, chuckled with amusement from the comfort of Mary's bed.
When Mary was on the brink of climax, she halted the thrusting and dragged me, using the stick, from Francis's bed by the door, to my bed in the center of the room, where, once more, it carried on. I fucked her through her climax, as the angels licked her during mine, fearful of suffering reprimands, and Mary appeared to begin to urinate into the bed, soaking my beautifully clean bedsheet.
She farted, again, and then took off the gag.
The other girls made their way over, and all three pushed my head into the stain in the bed.
'I bet you don't know what gushing is, pathetic little virgin.'
I shook my head, unable to speak and barely breathing, with my face pressed against the smelly sheets. It smelled less like piss and more like the paste from the stick when I was forced to clean it.
'That's gushing, my sweet virginal little slave. And from now on if anybody wants a gush, you'll provide it, in your bed.'
'Yes, dear,' I mumbled through the coverings.
Undoubtedly, I did give them gushes: a few girls each night, roughly, with my fingers, my tongue, or the stick. I slept soaked in the sheets most of the time, and my body was permeated with a stench of it, regardless of how frequently I washed.
On occasion, even the mother superior paid me a call, and I was forced to lick her sagging pussy until she climaxed.
At times, I was urinated on. Most of the girls weren't keen on this, but Gloria was, quite fervently: she would lock eyes with me over the dining table as she consumed drink after drink of water, both of us aware of what was going to happen to all that liquid water. She would not just urinate on me, but would concoct new and amusing ways to make me suffer with pee.
I was always ordered to request her for it, out of context, and in front of other girls, and if she allowed me the privilege of swallowing her pee. She'd just be sitting and conversing and I'd have to approach and say, 'If you're kind enough to allow it, please would you urinate in my mouth,' and everyone would find this hysterical.
I was introduced to the term rim job and how to execute it. One woman, whom everyone despised, which only made her more malevolent, insisted on always receiving it after her morning trip to the bathroom. I took the stick up my anus for the amusement of the other girls; and I deep-throated it, often straight away so it still smelled like my excrement.
One lady had a foot fetish, and I was required to lick her filthy feet after she was done gardening. [
I engaged in this routine for approximately a year and a half, up until another young woman reached the age of eighteen and joined the Order. At that point, I ascended to a higher rank. A previous girl, someone I had a very different perspective on after our encounter that evening, took it out on me once she became an angel. Perhaps this was due to her being at last relieved of her responsibilities. It was discovered that the Order had relatively few positions: angels and an individual called the worker.
The typical convention was that after your initial intercourse with the confirming orgasm, the worker couldn't achieve an orgasm, hence, with several girls engaging in various activities on my genitals, such as twisting them, biting them, or thrusting items into them, I remained unaroused. But after I transformed into an angel, I opted not to utilize the new worker at first, feeling empathetic toward her as she endured torment from the other girls. However, as the nights passed and I endured my desire for physical intimacy, I ventured to her cell and allowed her to tend to my needs. I experimented with urinating in her mouth, a fantasy that ended up becoming quite enticing for me. Gloria and I would take turns urinating into her mouth, each participating in this ritual by simultaneously making out with her while she was swallowed up by our combined urine.
At one moment, I even flatulated onto her face, and slapped her several times.
The delight! However, if he didn't care to be a worker, all she had to do was object, a selection also available to me and every other girl. Pity that we were all exceedingly aroused.
I'll share a punchline with you: Three nuns in a room: one says... Suck my clitoris, bitch!
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