Chapter 1
The room smelled distinctly of cum. Or female ejaculations. Or vaginal excretions if you wanted to call it that.
But Telma wasn’t repelled or anything. There was a smile on her face as she sniffed the air. Telma was reveling in the aromas of the room. She was whistling.
Telma could tell that the cum smells belonged to not one but two women. The two women had been getting it on in this room. They were lesbians. Telma was sure about it. They were bumping cxnts as it was called when Telma was a young woman. Or tribbing each other as it was called now by lesbians younger than Telma.
Telma walked towards the bed and saw two pairs of panties on the bed. Both dark pink in color.
Telma grabbed both pairs of panties off the bed and examined them. There were clear cum stains on both pairs of panties. The cum stains looked fresh too. Like they had been made that morning.
Telma sniffed both pairs of panties, one after the other. These panties had adorned the groins of the women when they were making out and were removed just before they began bumping cxnts or tribbing each other.
Telma sniffed both pairs of panties again. Telma felt a tinge of jealousy for the two women to whom these panties belonged. The cum stains were from the pussies of two young women. Telma could tell from their smells. The cum from the pussies of young women smelled and tasted different from the cum that were ejaculated out of the pussies of older women. Telma knew because she had feasted on both young and old pussy.
She examined the bed closely. She found a small clump of hair near the edge of the bed. She took the clump of hair carefully in her right hand and sniffed it. The clump of hair also smelled distinctly of cum.
It could be the pubic hair of one of the women, thought Telma. Or it could be the matted and mingled pubic hair of both women.
They must have been tribbing and spurted cum into each other’s pussies and their pubic hairs must have gotten entangled with each other. As the two female lovers or sexfighters separated, the mingled and matted pubic hair of the two women that were glued to each other must have torn off and fallen onto the bed.
Telma inserted the clump of pubic hair into her pocket. She now began to examine the bed.
The bed had not been made. The sheets were all haphazard which probably meant that the two women had been indulging in a rough or frenzied kind of sex that morning. They might have been sexfighting each other.
The fact that the women had not bothered to make the bed after fucking on it indicated to Telma that they were a couple of sluts. Dirty, unruly and undisciplined sluts. Sluts who lived purely on instinct.
Telma decided to investigate further.
She climbed onto the bed and examined the sheets closely. They had clearly not been washed in a while.
Dried cum stains could be seen across the bed sheet. There were small circular stains of cum with jagged and eccentric edges. The women had both fingered and fucked each other on the bed sheet.
Telma realized that she would soon be dealing with two women who had voracious sexual appetites.
Telma lowered herself onto the bed sheet and sniffed it. The smell of cum. The smell of sweat. These were two women who ejaculated and sweated a lot.
Telma savored the aromas of the bed sheet for a long time. A bed sheet can tell so much about the sex lives of the women who slept on it every night.
After examining and sniffing the bed sheet to her hearts content, Telma stepped off the bed and began to look around the room.
The room Telma stood in was inside a cobble stone cottage with a little backyard garden. It housed two young working women who were employed at the local supermarket – Thora Gunnarson and Thea Malcolmson. The two women lived there on rent. Telma was sure these panties belonged to them.
The cottage was in the premises of the local monastery, located in the small rural town of Amazonia, Missouri.
The monastery rented out the cottages to women whom they hoped were decent and disciplined young working-class folk. It was just a way of making money for the monastery.
One of the nuns in the monastery suspected that the two women – Thora and Thea were lesbians. They had been seen holding hands. The nun had even seen them wrestling naked in the cottage’s little backyard garden. Some of the other working women who occupied the cottages near them had heard Thora and Thea arguing loudly in the night probably under the influence of alcohol. The monastery’s Prioress had received a few complaints about the lewd conduct of the two women.
The Prioress had telephoned Telma and asked her to check the cottage out when the two women were out at their work in the supermarket. The prioress wanted Telma to find out whether two young women were actually lesbians. If they were, they would have to be evicted from the cottage.
Telma Robertson was Chief Disciplinarian at the monastery. She kept things in line. Kept the young horny nuns in line. Sometimes the young nuns at the monastery liked to grope each other in the night. They liked to feverishly jump into each other’s bunk beds stark naked and indulge in some ass grab when the lights were out. Not just the young nuns. The older nuns too.
Telma’s job was to flush out the horny and the sexually amorous among the monastery’s nuns and discipline them. She knew would certainly have to discipline the two ladies – Thora and Thea very soon.
Telma was a tall woman, nearly six foot tall and she wore a formal white shirt tucked into blue jeans. Her long blonde hair was tied in a neat ponytail.
Nuns at the monastery liked to describe Telma as curvy. She was a curvy woman all right. Telma was like a star among the nuns at the monastery. They whispered to each other about Telma’s beauty.
Telma was full-bodied. Her chunky ass shook vigorously when she walked. Her thighs and calves were shapely – Telma never missed leg day at the monastery’s gym.
Her breasts made a friendly welcoming round shape as they protruded against the white shirt.
Telma kept everyone and everything at the monastery in line. She was the enforcer for the Prioress.
She was going to discipline Thora and Thea. Just thinking about it made Telma’s nipples hard.
Chapter 2
“I think Travis really dug it when I mounted his cock yesterday. He was moaning and gasping like a fucking teenager”, said Thora. She held a bag of groceries against her large boobs. Thora was a short chunky woman.
“Oh, fuck you! I’ve had enough with your toxic behavior Thora. You just want to dominate me all the time. I don’t even know why I fucking agreed to this whole throuple business with you, me and Travis”, said Thea. Thea also held a bag of groceries against her large boobs as they walked side by side. Like Thora, Thea was also a short chunky woman.
Both women wore short blue skirts and white t-shirts and they both had short blonde hair. It would be an understatement to say that they both looked alike.
“Because you enjoy the fuck out of it, Thea. You like me dominating you all the time. Both in life and while we’re in bed together, sexfighting or when we are in bed with Travis, taking turns mounting his cock”, said Thora passionately, almost shouting.
“Oh, fuck you, Thora! I won the sexfight we had earlier this morning. My cxnt beat the shit out of your cxnt. You were screaming and yelling with lust, like a sex crazed porn star. Admit it! You love getting humiliated by me when we trib each other, Thora”, said Thea. She was shouting too.
The two women were talking or rather arguing loudly as they walked through the gravel drive of the local park towards their cottage in the monastery premises.
“Don’t fucking push it Thea. Sure, you beat me in our trib games every once in a while. But I’ll always be the dom in our relationship. You’re just a soft middle-class pussy, Thea”, said Thora, angrily.
“Fuck you Thora, you’re just a stupid hillybilly from some hicksville. You can’t get enough of my naked body. You love to lick my sweat and drink my cum. Just fucking admit it”, said Thea, equally angry.
People who walked or saw the two women arguing loudly turned back or stopped and stared at them as they yelled abuses and profanities at each other.
“You might be from the city, you soft cxnt! But this is rural Missouri. You’re in my territory you fucking student cxnt”, said Thora, seething.
Thora was the cleaning lady at Thea’s college which is where the two young women had first met each other and entered into this toxic but sexually vigorous relationship.
“Atleast I was a fucking student. I was trying to come up in life. I was trying to make something of myself. You were just a garbage collector, you fucking pig woman”, said Thea almost hatefully.
“What did you call me, Thea?”, asked Thora.
“I called you a fucking garbage collector and a pig woman”, said Thea.
They had stopped in their tracks. They stood inches apart from each other and were shouting angrily into each other’s faces even as they held on to the groceries.
People who were out on a walk in the park avoided the two chunky lookalike women because they looked like they were ready to beat the shit out of each other.
“You didn’t even complete your degree, you trashy wannabe social climber who was kissing and sucking cock to get better grades. You dropped out because you failed your papers you fucking loser”, said Thora.
“What the fuck did you just say, Thora?”, asked Thea.
“I said you’re a fucking loser and a wannabe and a cocksucking ass kisser, Thea”, said Thora.
They were yelling at each other now. Both women were about to drop their groceries and begin to slap the shit out of each other’s faces.
The people out walking in the park began to step away from the two rancorous women as if they were a menace to society.
“You want to settle this behind a tree or something?”, asked Thea.
“Yeah sure. Let’s settle this like a couple of women”, said Thora.
Thea looked around and saw a thicket of bushes and a group of oak trees in the distance.
“Let’s go behind those oak trees over there and settle this like the cxnts that we are”, said Thea.
“Now that’s what I call a fucking good idea, cxnt”, said Thora.
The two women walked away from the gravel drive with their groceries still in their hands.
They quickly made their way towards the thicket where they could surrender to their violent and amatory lesbian fantasies.
“I’m gonna show you what happens when you talked like you just talked to me, Thea”, said Thora. She said it like she meant it.
“We’ll see”, said Thea.
“Yeah, we’ll see soon you bitch”, said Thora.
“cxnt.”
“Slut.”
“Whore.”
“Asswipe.”
“Cocksucker.”
“Buttlicker.”
Chapter 3
They placed the groceries against the trunk of a tree. Their sneakers came off quickly. Neither woman could wait to fight it out with each other.
They stood facing each other in a small clearing that was hidden by thick oak trees and wild tall bushes.
“Take back everything you said about me bitch”, said Thora.
There was a violence about her that unnerved Thea a little. But she was not about to retreat and let Thora gain the upper hand in the relationship.
“No, you take back everything YOU said about me, cxnt”, said Thea.
There was a finality in the way Thea said it that put Thora on the defensive. But she was not just about to back down now.
“You wanna go toe to toe, Thea? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?”, asked Thora, yelling out loud, unable to contain her sexual rage towards the woman in front of her.
“YES THEA! LET’S SEE WHO IS THE BETTER WOMAN”, said Thea, yelling out, unable to conceal her own sexual rage towards the woman in front of her.
The women eyed each other feistily for a few moments like a couple of raging bulls preparing to charge each other.
Then Thea raised her skirt, removed her pantie and threw it at Thora’s face. The pantie hit Thora’s face with a wet thwack sound as if somebody had slapped her face with a wet towel.
Thora let the pantie stay on her face for a few seconds. The pantie was wet. Wet with Thea’s cum.
Thora took the pantie off her face slowly, eyed Thea feistily before burying her face in her rival’s cum stained pantie and taking a long sniff of it.
Then she let the pantie fall onto the grass.
“So your pussy started leaking while you were arguing with me. See ….. I get you wet even when we are fighting. That is how much control I have over you”, said Thora in a low voice.
Thea did not respond. The two women eyed each other fierily.
Then Thora raised her own skirt, removed her pantie and threw it at Thea’s face. The wet pantie hit Thea’s face and Thea let it lay over her face for a few seconds.
Then she took the pantie off her face. It was wet with Thora’s cum and sweat. Thea buried her face into Thora’s pantie and took a long sniff of it. Then she raised her face off the soiled pantie and dropped it onto the grass.
“Even your pantie is wet, Thora. Looks like our brief argument over Travis got your pussy wet as well”, said Thea in a low and seductive voice.
Thora did not respond. The two women continued to eye each other fierily. Their large breasts heaved against their thin white t-shirts.
Then Thora charged at Thea. Thea did not know what to do immediately but Thora flew at her and the two women locked together in a furious embrace.
Their enormous breasts slammed against each other, and they danced around barefoot in the grass, both women striving to throw the other woman onto the grass.
It was Thora who was successful in lowering Thea onto the ground. She immediately slammed her wet pussy into Thea’s face. Thea let out a cry, but she could not extricate her face from Thora’s leaking pussy.
Thora knew she had the upper hand. She rubbed her face up and down the length of Thea’s face. Thea responded by tantalizing Thora’s engorged pussy lips with her tongue.
The two women yelled and moaned as they struggled together on the grass, with Thora’s cxnt still parked over Thea’s face.
“Stop it you both. For the love of Christ, stop it”, said a voice that was coming closer.
Both women felt hands pulling at the collars of their t-shirts and raising them off the grass. It was an old man.
“What are you doing? Get up on your feet willya”, said the old man.
“Leave us alone, you old fart”, said Thora angrily. She had been enjoying Thea probing her wet pussy with her tongue.
“Mind your own business old man”, shouted Thea. She had been enjoying the smell and taste of Thora’s leaking pussy.
“No, I intend to make this my business. If you gals don’t stop fucking each other in this park, I’m calling the police. There is a time and place for everything”, said the old man in a stern elderly voice.
He was standing in between Thora and Thea. He was dressed like a farmer in overalls. He must own land nearby and must have heard their screaming, screeching and sex-laced trash talking.
“Go home, you two”, said the old man, a shocked expression on his face. The old man smelled of tobacco.
Thora and Thea eyed each other. Their brief sexual struggle had ameliorated some of the sexual tension between them.
The two women walked away from the old man, picked up the bags of groceries, put their shoes back on and left the clearing.
The old man watched them go with his hands on his hips, shaking his head. He looked down to see a bulge in his jeans.
Chapter 4
Telma waited patiently for them. It was around five in the evening now. The two women – Thora and Thea would be here any moment. The door to the bedroom was half shut. She would give the women a surprise when they opened the door and walked in.
Telma sat on the bed in which the two women had tribbed each other that morning. The faint smell of their mingled cum still lingered in the air. The two women’s panties were on the bed beside her. Telma had been sniffing their panties as she waited for the two women to turn up.
She had gone through the cupboards in the room, the two women shared together. The women consumed a lot of porn. There were video cassettes of apartment catfights and sexfights. She had also discovered vintage magazines containing pictures of women in various states of undress fighting each other.
Telma was eager to meet the two women after discovering the stash of catfighting and sexfighting porn. Catfighting, titfighting and sexfighting were sub-genres of lesbian porn which got Telma’s own nipples hard and her cxnt wet.
She had also seen the two women’s photographs. They had taken nude photographs of each other with them in bed naked with some guy. These were two kinky young women with weird fantasies and fetishes.
She knew she was going to meet two kindred souls today. It was going to be fun. She had not had a good fuck in a long time. She had a hunch she was going to get laid today.
Telma was getting impatient now. Her nipples were erect and raring to go. Her pussy was itching badly.
Telma took the panties that were beside her on the bed and sniffed them again. Ahhhh! The aroma of two strong young women who were proud of their sexuality.
Just then she heard the front door opening. She put the panties back on the bed and waited. Her heart was beating loudly. Her nipples were erect.
There seemed to be a commotion of some kind. She could hear female voices through the bedroom door that was half shut. The women seemed to be talking feverishly. She could hear faint gasps and moans approaching her.
Approaching the room.
Telma jumped off the bed and slipped behind a curtain near the window. She wanted to confirm that her suspicions about the sexual inclinations of the two ladies were true.
The two women stormed in. Their tops were off. But their brassieres covered their breasts. They were hugging each other sideways and kissing each other as they entered the room.
They did not see Telma standing behind the curtain. Telma could see the women through the tiniest of openings between the partitions of two curtains.
“I’m gonna fuck you like you never got fucked, bitch”, said one woman to the other.
Both women looked chunky and attractive.
“Let’s see who will cum first”, said the other woman.
Telma stood behind the curtain, watching the two acrimonious women.
“I say we finish this in the garden outside the kitchen”, said one woman, passionately.
Their faces were a deep red with lust.
“Yes, let us finish this in the garden once and for all. I’ve had enough of your shit, Thora”, responded the other woman.
Telma noticed that the two women were cradling each other’s elbows as they shouted these violent challenges at each other. A mix of tenderness and sexual rage.
They looked like a couple of lesbian lovers having a heated domestic dispute.
The women walked away from Telma’s area of vision from behind the curtain.
Telma wondered whether she ought to follow the two women. She decided to do so after considering it for less than five seconds.
Telma stepped out from behind the curtain and walked out of the bedroom. She saw the two scantily clad women kissing each other in the kitchen and then they opened the kitchen door and let themselves out into the backyard.
She followed the two chunky women eagerly. Telma walked into the kitchen and towards the door where the two women had let themselves out.
Chapter 5
The kitchen door had a large glass window.
Telma watched the proceedings as she stood behind the door.
She gazed at the two women who stood facing each other like a couple of warriors in the backyard.
Telma was struck by how equally matched the two women looked. Both women were pleasantly chunky. Their fleshy bodies were young, ripe and attractive.
There they stood, in their brassieres with their breasts hanging down like a couple of overripe mangoes. Their skirts were so short that Telma could see the dark pallor of their inner thighs.
It was a hot day, and the sun beat down on the two warriors in the backyard.
Then the battle began without a warning or any sort of talking between the women.
The two women let loose a series of slaps on each other’s faces. The slaps were so vicious that Telma could hear the slapping sounds even though she was watching the fighters from behind a closed door.
Despite the furious violence with which the women were slapping each other, Telma could not look away. Telma smirked, remembering her younger days when she had been in a few cat scratches with other women.
The slapping inevitably descended to hair pulling and the women cried out loudly as they pulled wildly at each other’s hair.
One of the women fell onto the grass and she pulled the other woman down with her, their fingers still buried in each other’s hair.
Occasionally the two women would use one hand to slap at the other woman but mostly they seemed to be intent on pulling at each other’s hair.
Their furious fighting had made their bra straps fall off their shoulders and Telma could now see parts of their exposed boobs and nipples.
The women moved their hands towards the other woman’s nipples. They began to tweak and pull at each other’s nipples, inflicting pain on the other woman’s boobs.
She could hear their loud screams. Telma wondered whether she ought to step in and separate the two women.
But she was enjoying this catfight so much. She decided to watch on without interrupting the two women who seemed to be intent on scratching each other’s eyes out.
Telma was shocked by what happened next. One of the women plunged her lips onto the other woman’s lips and the two women began to kiss furiously.
The catfight had ameliorated into an intense kiss fight. One pair of hands were buried in each other’s hairs. The other pair of hands were pulling at each other’s nipples.
But they were also running their tongues violently against each other.
The women somehow managed to remove each other’s skirts and panties while kissing each other.
Now their milk white bodies were completely naked as they lay side by side on the green grass.
Telma unbuttoned her shirt, inserted her hand into her brassiere and began to rub her own erect nipple. She could not control herself. She could not believe what was unraveling in the backyard between the two chunky women.
She was witnessing a live sexfight.
There was a brief struggle between the two women to decide who would be on top during the sexfight. It was hard to separate the two women because they both looked so alike. Which one was Thora? Which one was Thea? It was a question to which Telma was not that eager to find an answer at that moment.
All she cared about was watching the evenly matched women slug it out physically as well as sexually.
One of the chunky women managed to mount the other and Telma could see their buckling hips as they tribbed each other. It was called bumping cxnts when Telma was a young woman.
Telma began to vigorously tweak at her own erect nipple with one hand as she watched the two naked women trib each other through the window in the door. She inserted her other hand into her jeans and separated her pantie from her vagina.
Her pantie was wet. She inserted a finger into her leaking vagina and began to finger herself even as the sexfight between the two women escalated.
The two women were tribbing vigorously on the grass. The screams of hate had been replaced by distinctly sexual moans as the two women ravaged each other’s pussies.
Behind the door, Telma inserted another finger into her vagina as she fingered herself while watching the two chunky women trib on the grass.
Telma noticed that a thin film of sweat had appeared on the back of the woman on top. Telma wished she could get a closer view of their tribbing cxnts.
The woman on top was winning the sexfight. She was ravaging her rival’s cxnt without so much as a brief interruption.
The woman on the bottom seemed to have given up and was holding onto the buttocks of the woman on the top.
The woman on the top kept yelling obscenities at the woman on the bottom even as they tribbed each other. After a point, the woman on the bottom lay there like a corpse, unable to fight back.
The woman on top had posted a decisive victory. The sexual moaning of the women reached a crescendo indicating to Telma that both of them were on the verge of orgasms.
She once again wished she had a close up of their wet battling cxnts.
Their hips began to buckle wildly as they seemed to orgasm into each other’s groins. Who had orgasmed first? It was hard to tell. It was usually the woman on the top who held on for a longer time, waiting for the woman on the bottom to finish the orgasm.
The buckling of hips lessened in intensity and there was an air of sensuality about the two women as they lay on the grass, their hips and groins cojoined.
Their sexfight had reached its final stages.
Telma continued to finger her cxnt as she looked on at the two sweaty women laying on the grass, one on top of the other, their groins glued together.
The woman on top lowered herself onto the woman on the grass and the two women embraced each other feverishly.
The man or woman they were fighting over had been forgotten for the moment and they were reveling in the rub of naked flesh against flesh.
Telma was vigorously rubbing her own cxnt now. She too was not that far away from an orgasm.
The two woman lay sprawled together, their upper torsos glued together, and fleshy legs hopelessly entwined for a really long time.
Then the woman on top stood up and looked down aggressively at the woman on the grass. The woman on the grass simply lay there like a corpse, though Telma could see that her sweat drenched breasts were heaving.
“I get to mount Travis’ cock next time you bitch”, said the woman who was hovering over the woman who had been defeated.
So it was over a man afterall, thought Telma as she continued to finger herself.
The woman who was standing, the winner of the sexfight, spat at the woman on the grass, the loser.
Then she began to walk towards the kitchen door.
Telma removed her hand from inside her jeans and ran towards the front door. She did not want to be caught with her hand inside her panties.
Telma opened the front door, stepped out and closed it lightly behind her just as she heard the kitchen door open.
She walked quickly away from the vicinity of the cottage.
Chapter 6
Telma felt her wet panties squish inside her jeans as she climbed the stairs to the monastery. Her cxnt was leaking like a fucking dam. Telma wondered whether she emanated any aroma of cum. She did not want any of the nuns smelling her cum.
The monastery was built in the old gothic style. A dark brown oakwood trumeau separated the orange-tinged glass windows. The tympanum clock showed that the time was a few minutes away from 6 pm.
Telma opened the heavy oakwood door and stepped inside. It was dark and chilly with dimly lit lamps illuminating the soaring arches, the aisle and the stone benches on both sides of the aisle.
The monastery was empty. Most of the nuns would be in their classes or their rooms.
Sister Theodora was praying on one of the stone benches as Telma walked across the aisle on the right. Sister Theodora jumped off the stone bench and nearly ran towards Telma after she laid eyes on the tall and stately chief disciplinarian.
“Telma”, Sister Theodora almost shouted out at the tall woman.
Telma stopped in her tracks, turned around and laid eyes on Sister Theodora who was rushing towards her across the aisle. Sister Theodora was a short woman with a really pretty and noble face that reminded Telma of the actress Deborah Kerr. Sister Theodora looked young for a woman in her mid-forties.
“How are you, Telma?”, asked Sister Theodora in an excited voice. Her face was flushed red as she approached Telma. Telma suspected Sister Theodora had a crush on her.
“I am doing fine, Theodora. How about you?”, asked Telma politely. Telma felt an itch in her wet pussy. Her wet pantie wasn’t making things easy. She wondered whether Sister Theodora liked to bump cxnts.
“Oh! I am in fine fettle, Telma. Thank you for asking. It is so nice to see you at this hour”, said Sister Theodora, swooning in front of Telma.
Telma felt herself melt a little. She stayed away from the nuns at the monastery even though some of them were really cute and buxom.
Sister Theodora looked like she had nice tits under her tunic.
“I dropped in to see the Prioress Tallulah”, said Telma.
“Anything important?”, asked Sister Theodora, curiously. She was eyeing Telma with awe. She was much shorter than Telma and looked up at the taller woman.
“It is about those two ladies who have been creating a ruckus in one of the cottages. I checked up on them and came to report to the Prioress Tallulah about them”, said Telma.
“Oh! Are you talking about Thora and Thea?”, asked Sister Theodora. Her large breasts heaved under her tunic as she spoke. Telma did her best not to look down upon them.
“Yes. Do you know them?”, asked Telma, thinking Sister Theodora would be a nice fuck in bed. But then, she did not hit on nuns at this monastery. Or any monastery.
“I was the one who reported them to Prioress Tallulah”, said Sister Theodora in a grave voice.
“Is it? Did you notice anything strange about them, Theodora?”, asked Telma. She felt her nipples turn hard. She looked straight into Sister Theodora’s face. Their eyes met. Telma wondered about how beautiful Sister Theodora’s face was. She wondered what Sister Theodora looked like naked.
Sister Theodora looked on both sides of her as if she feared someone could be listening in on them both or that the stone walls might have ears.
“You will not believe what I saw those two jezebels do to each other, Telma”, said Sister Theodora in a grave voice.
Telma had to stifle a laugh.
“What did you see, Theodora? You can trust me”, said Telma in her best disciplinarian voice.
Sister Theodora took a step towards Telma and took Telma’s hands in hers. She clasped her hands with Telma’s. Telma felt goosebumps rise up across her body at Sister Theodora’s touch.
“Of course I trust you, Telma. You are the Chief Disciplinarian at the monastery after all. I have looked up to you ever since I joined this monastery three months ago. You are a beacon for the Christian way of life”, said Sister Theodora, pressing her hands over Telma’s hands.
Telma struggled to stifle a laugh once again while also trying to contain her sexual arousal. Sister Theodora’s hands were soft and felt good over hers. Her face was flushed red. Telma thought Sister Theodora looked sexually excited.
“I was on my evening walk on the gravel drive near the cottage where those two jezebels who go by the name of Thora and Thea reside. You may find it hard to believe what I am about to tell you, Telma. But I saw those two young jezebels grappling naked on the grass in the backyard of their cottage. Not just that. They were addressing each other with the most vulgar names that I have heard in my life as they grappled. I have never witnessed such a sordid scene in my life, Telma”, said Sister Theodora in an intense and offended voice.
Telma freed her hands from Sister Theodora’s tight grip but immediately entwined her fingers with Sister Theodora’s fingers. Sister Theodora did not protest at the sexual transgression by Telma and in fact squeezed Telma’s hands with their interlocked fingers. Telma squeezed back.
“That is the most terrible and disgusting thing I have heard in my life, Theodora. I discovered some terrible things about those two women myself”, said Telma.
“Oh! Did you? What did you find, Telma?”, asked Sister Theodora.
Sister Theodora took another step towards Telma and the two women entwined fingers even more tightly. Telma had to control herself. She wanted to kiss Sister Theodora on the mouth right then and there as they stood with their fingers entwined in the aisle.
“I paid a visit to Thora and Thea’s cottage around an hour ago. And I witnessed similar scenes that you described to me today. I saw those two harlots grappling naked in the backyard and using the most horrible cuss words that I have heard in my life”, said Telma. She was completely and utterly aroused now as she and Sister Theodora squeezed each other’s entwined fingers.
There was nobody around in the church at this hour. Telma knew in her heart that if she kissed Sister Theodora now, she would return the kiss because Sister Theodora’s face was flushed red with sexual excitement.
“Good lord! The nerve of those two women. How dare they behave like this while living on the monastery’s property. We need to report this to Prioress Tallulah immediately, Telma”, said Sister Theodora.
She disentangled one hand from Telma, but held on to Telma’s other hand and pulled her towards the stairs that would take them to Prioress Tallulah’s chambers.
Telma was a bit disappointed at the sudden turn of events but at least her fingers were still interlocked with Sister Theodora’s.
