This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Sister Martha FF By Marie LeClare
Sister Martha, who was named after a first century saint, entered the West Texas convent of the Sisters of Mercy, and took a vow of silence.
She admits that she didn't enter the order out of piety. It was a form of escape. Escape from a world she was scared of and in particular the thoughts she has having concerning other women.
So she left the home where her parents lived in Montreal, Canada, and went to the nunnery in West Texas. Far away from the world, and far away, at least she prayed, from the temptations she was feeling for women.
Here in this silent world, where they were not allowed to speak, She found peace and solitude, and for the first time in her life she found friends who were not threatening.
Martha couldn't help but notice the other nun. She had beautiful brown hair and hazel eyes, and a figure that was almost a double of Martha's. She was wearing a pretty emerald green cross that was accentuated by her black habit, and as Martha was to find out, her name was Toni.
Martha noticed her during her first mass. She was saying her prayers. Martha was supposed to be saying her prayers too, but she couldn't help but to look at her. Suddenly Toni looked up, as if she had been startled. She noticed Martha looking directly at her.
Martha noticed her eyes. Her eyes were beautiful, pools of water with fiery islands blazing from the center of her pupils. She looked directly back at Martha, looking deep into her eyes. They held the glance, neither of them wanting to look away, until they became too afraid to continue looking.
Toni took care of Martha those first few weeks. She showed her around, gave her a bed and linens, and helped her learn the way of life she was now to lead. One of the first nights there Martha became lonely and missed her old home. Toni could sense her loneliness, even though Martha couldn't say the words. She looked at Martha and gestured by nodding her head at the bed, offering to stay the night with her. Martha nodded her acceptance.
Toni slipped into Martha's bed, then Martha wrapped her arms around her. The look in her eyes as she looked at Martha told her not to be afraid. It told Martha that she loved her. She kissed Martha on the cheek, and Martha kissed her back and felt much better.
During the day, they worked tending the gardens. They would weed and water the plants. Sometimes hauling water from the river. When the summer roses bloomed by the wall, Martha couldn't help noticing how magnificent, how soft, Toni looked framed by the soft velvety petals where she worked. Martha loved the way Toni's hands curved around the spade, and her toes dug into the earth beneath her sandals.
Throughout the day, they would exchange glances and smiles. Martha wanted her. Wanted her sexually. She knew these thoughts were unholy, that the church would not approve, but Martha knew for the first time in her life that she had discovered what love meant. To not express her love was agony. Martha wanted to share her feelings, her love, and her life with Toni. But if she was rejected by her, what would be the consequences? If she revealed her lust, she would be forced to leave the nunnery. But that would be the mildest of punishments, compared to her rejection of love. Martha didn't fear the wrath of god. She knew her love was holy. She feared the rejection.
Martha set about planning how she would reveal her feelings. Not knowing that Toni had plans of her own. Sometimes the sisters would go gathering mushrooms in the woods. That would give Martha some time and privacy. If Toni rejected her Martha hoped that being out there would give her sometime to set things straight before returning to the sisterhood.
The next time they went gathering mushrooms, Martha led the way. Going deeper and deeper into the woods, deeper than they had ever gone before. A few times, Toni glanced at Martha with a questioning look, asking her if she knew where they were going. Martha just nodded 'yes', and kept going.
When Martha thought they were far enough away, she stopped and turned around, looking directly at Toni, who was taken back. She didn't know how to react or what to expect. Toni stood there looking at her. There was sexual tension in the air. Martha walked over to her and kissed her on the lips.
There was no reaction. She just stood there like a statue, looking straight forward and breathing heavily. Martha kissed her again while she just stood almost ignoring her. Suddenly, as if a lifetime of inhibitions were suddenly released in a single second, Toni grabbed the back of Martha's head and forced her lips back on hers. They kissed and kissed.
Tears came to Toni's eyes. Martha broke the kiss to look in her eyes. She cried harder, and while her tear filled eyes looked into Martha's, she reached down and took off her nun's habit. Martha could only stare. Toni reached down to grab Martha's hand, and brought it up to her right breast. Martha stroked it tentatively, yet lovingly. She smiled and it was clear that those tears were tears of joy.
As they fell to the ground, Toni slowly disrobed Martha. She rubbed her hands over her breasts, at first avoiding the nipples, until Martha couldn't stand it much longer. Then, finally, she pinched them.
Then in almost a flash Toni turned Martha over her lap, her hands caressing Martha's full bottom, before she started to spank her. Martha almost cried out but stopped when she realized that Toni was doing this out of love and lust.
As Toni spanked harder and harder, Martha for the first time in her life, felt as if she belonged to this woman who was spanking her. Seemingly out of frustration Toni reached for a switch, and raising her arm brought it down with such force that Martha was almost breathless. As the beating got harder and harder Martha wondered how much more she could endure, and whether this woman was a mad woman, but the passion was building, and Martha's pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Just when Martha thought she could take no more, the whipping stopped.
My god, I was hers, thought Martha, as Toni turned her over and crawled on top of her, Toni's breasts rubbing against Martha. Martha felt the damp earth under her and its moisture seeped into her. She was like a sponge absorbing her environment.
Toni's hands were touching Martha everywhere. She caressed her shoulders, her neck, her back, her tummy. She planted a trail of kisses across Martha's body, starting on her forehead, her temples, her cheeks, her chin, her neck, her chest, across her breasts, down her tummy, leaving a little wet trail.
Martha waited in suspense. Would she kiss where Martha wanted her to kiss? She snaked kisses down Martha's leg, over her knee, down to her toes. Martha squirmed in passion. She kissed up her thigh. She nuzzled her pussy hairs. Oh, how Martha wanted her tongue. She rubbed her cheek back over her tummy, and started kissing the bottom of Martha's breast, specifically avoiding her nipples.
My god, she was a tease, thought Martha as she grabbed Toni's head and held it over her nipples, Toni finally licked them. Licking each nipple briefly, before swirling her tongue in a little circle round Marta's stiff nipple, before opening her mouth and sucking her breast like a baby. As she sucked hard on her nipple she dragged her teeth on it, before biting down hard. Martha cried out.
Martha pushed her head down to that place that belonged only to her. Her womanhood was Toni's. Toni planted kisses through her pussy fur. Martha held her head tighter until Toni finally licked her. Licking her delicate folds, as she penetrated Martha with 2 fingers. Swirling her tongue over Martha's swollen clit, then cupping her tongue to draw Martha's swollen clit into her mouth and sucking hard like a straw. As Toni sucked, and licked, and finger fucked, Martha suddenly found her voice and muttered moans, culminating in a mind blowing orgasm, as her woman honey flowed into Toni's mouth.
They didn't stop. Their love making went on for hours with each taking turns making the other feel good. After they laid in each other's arms, cuddling for hours that day, safe and comfortable.
They knew their love would have to remain a secret, that they could not share their joy with the other sisters. They had their own private little world, a safe world, a loving world. Martha had found her home. She had found the world within her lover's arms.
If you like this story please write me, MarieLeClare@Yahoo.com. I have my own group on Yahoo for my stories, but you must be over 18. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MariesStoryland/