Date: 23 Dec 2001 18:00:20 -0800 From: Jan Subject: Orphan (Adult Youth g/F, g/F, g/g) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a Nun and a young girl. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to repost them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2001 Jan. All Rights Reserved. Please mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future chapters. Orphan By Jan It was a traumatic experience for me to lose my parents in an automobile accident when I was just starting school, added to that I was given to a Catholic Orphanage in France. I was an English speaking girl that had just moved to France with my French father and American mother. My father had tried to teach me French to no avail. I knew a few words but not enough to carry on a conversation. I thought in English. That was the reason for the move; dad thought if I was amerced in the language I would soon learn to think in French. After the accident the courts handed me over to the local Catholic Orphanage because no relatives were alive to assume the custody of me. I was late at night on a cold rainy night when I was delivered to an old brick building that was so covered in soot that you could not tell what the color of the bricks were. I was assigned to a ward by my age. I was introduced to a Nun as sister Juke. She had a round face of undetermined age. She could have been young or middle aged because her habit hid her head and body so much that the only way you could tell her age was my her voice. The fact that I could only tell about one in four words that she spoke was not much of a clue. I had all my belongings in two bags. She let me to a room where she told me with words and jesters that I should leave my bags in this room. She locked them up as she led me to another room there she gave me a clean worn white flannel cotton nightgown. She managed to get me to understand that tomorrow I would be given uniforms and such. For tonight I was just too tired to go through all that and the girls in my ward were all ready asleep. She led me to a large rectangular room that had windows on both sides some of the windows on both sides were partly open and a cold draft was cooling the room. It was cold enough to be uncomfortable. She let me to an empty bed with a small flashlight that only put out a little beam of light. She made me understand that I should remove my clothes and put on the nightgown. Then get in the bed and go to sleep. She told me that if I needed to use the bathroom that it was through the door at the end of the ward. She blessed me and kissed my forehead and left. I got undressed and got into bed as quickly as I could to get out of the cold. I lay there in my bunk huddled from the cold under a couple of blankets and clean sheets that smeller of harsh laundry detergent. The light coming through the windows lit the room and casting ominous shadows across the room. I tried to sleep but I could here the breathing, snoring and coughing of the other girls in the room. I finally let my self-pity overcome me and started crying. I thought about how I would ever get back to America. I felt as alone as anyone in the world. I didn't even speak the language of these people. I heard a voice tell me to shut up in French. It was one of the other girls near me but I could not tell what bed the voice came from. All it did was make me cry all the more. The door opened and the Nun came into the room with her flashlight. In the light coming through the window I could she that she had removed her black cowling and her head was covered in a white head cowling the was tied in back with strips of cloth like shoestrings. She still had on the black vestment. She told me that I better come with her or all the girls would be awake soon. So I got up and she put her arm around me as she let me to the door. When we went into the lobby of the ward she turned me to the right and opened the door to what was obviously her small room. The small light was still on. The room only had a bed with a table next to it with the simple light on it. There was a dresser for her few personal belongings and habits. She told me to get into bed and removed the rest of her habit. I was surprised to find that she had lovely dark hair under the white cowling. It was matted and damp but I could tell that it was healthy hair. She removed her practical shoes and simple black stocking. Then stood and removed her black habit. Under it was the heave white covering that looked like a combination slip and bodice. Like most European women she did not have a brassier on and her panties were simple white baggy things with drawstrings in them. She took everything off and I was looking at the first European woman I was to ever see nude. When she hung her habit up on the hook on the back of the door I saw that she had hair under her arms. This was strange to me. My mother took great pains to shave regularly and apply skin conditioners to keep her skin soft. When she turned around to face me I got another shock. Her vagina was covered with the most hair I had ever seen anyplace other than a head. Don't get me wrong, she was a lovely woman that looked to be about thirty years old. She had very dark brown hair and eyes. Her skin was very white. I suspected the sun never saw her body. But I had never seen a woman that had so much hair under her arms or between her legs. The rail started at her navel and even went down the inside of her thighs. She slipped on a clean white nightgown and lay next to me in her small bed. She faced me and took me into her arms to hold and comfort me as I continued to cry. She was talking to me in French. I only caught a few words but I knew she was trying to comfort me. The tone of her voice and the sound was very comforting. I cuddled next to her and felt her body warmth. I didn't know what to say so I kissed her on the mouth. I held her tightly to me in my way of saying thanks. Sister Luke was more demonstrative after that. She returned my kiss on my mouth. The kiss lasted for several moments. When I opened my mouth to breath she put her tongue into my mouth. I had never felt like that before. My heart was pounding so hard that I thought it would burst from my chest. I had a lump in my throat so large I could hardly breathe. I was breathing so fast that I was getting light headed. Sister Luke solved that by covering my mouth with hers and making me breathe into her mouth. She pulled the drawstring on the neck of my nightgown and put her hand inside. My chest was as flat as a boy's. Just the same my nipples were almost in pain from the touch of her palm. I stopped crying as I reached for her breast to check out if it was as firm as it looked. They were bigger than my hand but not as big as Mom's were. They were defiantly as firm as I thought. I could smell her body. I didn't know what to do. Sister Luke reached down and gathered up the bottom of my gown and pulled it up. I didn't know what she wanted but I opened my legs wide as the bed would permit. Her hand felt so warm and soft as it ran up my inner thigh. When her hand reached the wet crack between my legs I almost jumped off the bed. I kissed her as if I thought she was going to leave me. Her finger was sliding up and down the valley slowly. I was so wet that I could feel the moisture creeping down between the cheeks of my ass. I was jumping around when her finger touched my clitoris. At the time I didn't know what the name was but it sure felt good when she touched it. When she put her finger in the hole she found resistance and it hurt me a little. She pulled back and kissed me on the mouth. I reached for the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up too. I ran my hands up her leg in a hurry and felt all that hair. I found that her labia protruded below the crack of her vagina. She was every bit as wet as I was. Her clitoris was as big as my finger to the first joint. I used my finger to rub it and push it around. I must have been doing something right because she was moaning sweet things in my ear and rubbing me harder too. I was rubbing her valley like she did me and found that the hair ran back between the crack of her ass and ringed her anus. I had no idea that women could have so much hair. She took my hand in one of hers and shoved my fingers deep into her vagina and guided my movements until I understood that she wanted me to push my fingers in and out. After several minutes she wrapped her leg around my hip and shoved her hip against my body and cried out my name. I had no idea that she had just climaxed, it was just a little scary but thrilling at the same time. I knew that she must have enjoyed what ever just happened by the way she was holding me and whispering things in my ear. When her breathing returned to normal she returned her hand to my crotch and started rubbing me gently and soon I was feeling things in my body that I had never felt before. All I can say is that it felt like my heart stopped at the same time my heart beat so strong I was sure she could hear it. Eventually I felt like I passed out. When I woke up Sister Luke was kissing me on the mouth. She and I fell asleep that way. When the first light came in the window I woke up. It took me a moment to remember where I was and what had happened. The room smelled different than my old bedroom and the air was colder. But I was warm in the arms of this woman. I lifted the blankets up to check if what I thought happened really did. Sister Luke's nightgown was still up around her waist. Her vagina was visibly to me. It was still just as hairy as I remembered it. Moving the blankets brought a cold draft of air under the blankets. This cause Sister Luke to wake up and she smiled at me and asked me if I felt better in French. I understood just enough to know the meanings of her words. I told her that I did feel better. She turned her head to check the clock by the bed. She said something to me about time and getting up. She asked me if I needed to use the bathroom and rolled over and put on house shoes as she headed for the door. I followed her out the door to the bathroom. There was no privacy in this bathroom at all. The toilets were lined up in a row along one wall. The sinks were against the other. We lifted our nightgowns and sat on the cold seats to pee. When we were done she brushed her teeth and washed her face. I washed my face but I didn't have a tooth brush yet. I returned to the ward and was getting dressed when the other girls started waking up. Several started asking questions in French and all I could do was shake my head and say that I was an American and didn't speak French. I found that I was an object of both admiration and an object of contempt by the girls in the dorm. Some were very friendly and others almost hated me. I was issued a black skirted uniform with ill fitting underpants. I felt like they were going to fall down all the time. They could have been fitted with drawstrings so we could at least keep them up. I was forced to keep pulling them up all the time. The first day was confusing and a little frightening. The language was hard and the food strange. Not many friendly faces to comfort me. Sister Luke seemed to be the only friend I had. The day finally ended and all the girls in my ward were getting ready for bed. I got my nightgown out from under my pillow and got ready for bed. Sister Luke came in and said a few words to each girl in the ward. When she finally got to me she saw the distress in my face and sat on my bed and hugged me. I clung to her when she got up to leave. She told me in a few chosen words that I should go to her room now. As I walked down the hall I got some nasty stares from some of the girls. I heard some comments that told me I was not in their good graces either. A couple of girls gave me some wolf-whistles that told me I was possible hated too. When I got to Sister Luke's bedroom I pulled back the covers and got between the sheets. Soon Sister Luke came in and proceeded to remove her habit and hag it on the back of the door. This night despite the cold she didn't put her nightgown on. She got under the sheets with me and turned out the light. Fr a moment the room was plunged into darkness. Then the dim light came in the window and lit Sister Luke's face with a blue light. She drew me close to her body and I felt protected again. She was warm as I cuddled against her body. She masturbated me until I climaxed again. This night she had other plans than just letting me masturbate her. She actually turned around under the covers and rolled me over on top of her. Her head was between my young legs. I was looking at her hairy crotch and smelling it. It smelled of a body odor I had never smelled before. I could smell urine in her hair and I had smelled my fingers after rubbing my pussy before. I had smelled under arms before and this was different from that. My attention was distracted when I felt her place me in a position where my pussy was pressed against her face. She kissed it lovingly, and then I felt her tongue lick me from the top of my crack all the way back until her tongue was touching my anus. This was a new thrill that had me so excited that I had to shift my weight around from leg to leg. The action only increased the thrill I was getting from her tongue. I was carried away that I started returning her kisses and licking with my own kissing and licking of her vagina. At first I did it with trepidation but as I discovered that I actually liked the taste of her wet flesh. I put everything could muster into making her come. I took my cue from her mouth if she sucked on my clitoris I sucked on hers. If her tongue pressed against my hymen I pushed my tongue deep into her wet cavity. Before she reached her climax I went into the most intense orgasm of my life. I doubt if I ever had a better one since. I was thrust into spasms that had me shaking like I was having a fit. When it was over I laid there spread eagle on her small bed with my arm hanging over the side on one side and the other hand resting against the cold wall of her room. When I recovered Sister Luke asked if I was OK. I told her that I never felt as good in my life. I was looking up at her wet pussy as it still dripped juices on my face. I returned to sucking her pussy for her. Nothing was more important at that moment than to give her the feeling she had just given me. I was looking up at her butt but the blue moon light coming through the window. I was enthralled by the sight of her anus puckering and the ring of dark hair move as that brown hole puckered like a child's mouth in preparation for as kiss. I actually ad a desire to actually kiss it but I was trapped under her body and could not reach it. I wrapped my right arm around her lag so that I could touch the hole with my finger tip. It puckered and my finger went into the hole all the way to the second knuckle. I started moving in around and in and out. She was letting me know that she was enjoying it with her moans and verbal encouragement in French. I didn't know what she was saying but I knew she sounded like it was good. All of a sudden she froze over me and pressed her crotch down on my face until I could not breathe. I didn't know if she would ever let me breathe but if I were going to die I was happy that I had pleased the only person that had shown me any love since my family died. For the next two weeks, every night was spent pleasing each other until we were spent and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. I didn't know that my presence in her room every night was disrupting the harmony of the ward. I just took the girls resentment as their anti American mood. Then I was summonsed from my class room, where I was trying to catch up with the rest of them in my comprehension of the French language, to the Mother Superior. I was more that a little apprehensive when I knocked on her office door. When I heard the word "Andr�" I tugged up my baggy panties and opened the door. When I entered the room it was warm and very business looking. Behind the desk sat an older woman in a very crisp habit. I could not see any hair but her eyebrows were flaked with gray. Her face had no makeup on it and her cheeks were full and had deep lines carved into them and she had a double chin that was visible even with the white cowl. Her eyes were still a very lively blue. She asked me to have a seat in very good English. I sat facing her and felt uncomfortable in my loose fitting underpants and short black skirt. I sat with my knees pressed tightly together and hands in my lap. I wondered why I was here. She beamed at me as she said; "Now I understand why Sister Luke has made you her special friend." I was to learn that in the nun parlance the term special friend was the expression for a lover. At the time I had no idea what she was saying and just smiled and acknowledged that we were very special friends. She smiled knowingly and rested her elbows on her desk and touched her finger tips together as she leaded forward as if she wanted me to say more. I told her that I had been very afraid when I was sent to this place and that Sister Luke has been my only friend so far. The Mother Superior sat back and said, "My present monopolizing all her time I was depriving all the other girls on my ward the privilege of her guidance and multiage." It had never occurred that I was depriving other girls from her company. I blushed as I said, "I had not thought about the other girls. I have been consumed by my grief for my loss and never thought about the other girls." She told me that in future that I should sleep in my own bed. Then she dismissed me. I thanked her and got up to leave her office. I was filled with trepidations about sleeping by myself. I love Sister Luke's way of putting me to sleep. That night I told Sister Luke that I would be sleeping in my bed with a little reluctance. She kissed my cheek and left the dorm. Shortly after the lights were out one of the older girls got up and went through the door that led to Sister Luke's room. She was gone for about an hour. When she returned she was still pulling town her nightgown and the door closed behind her. Then another girl got up and was gone for an hour or so. When she returned she was humming a little tune. All at once I was being held down by my shoulders and feet. There were four girls around my bed holding me down. Then a group of them pulled down my blankets and pulled up my nightgown and each one of them took turns squatting on my face forcing me to lick their pussies as the put their fingers in my pussy. This was the first time anyone had ever actually entered my cunt and it hurt when the first one's finger broke my hymen. They saw the thing traces of blood wetting my inner legs and commented on me being a virgin in French. I tried to fight them but I was being held down and could do nothing. I lost count of how many pussies I ate but I guess it was everyone in the dorm. The next day I was confused why they had been so mean to me. The very first class that day the older girl in my dorm held up her hand and spread her index and middle fingers into a V and stuck her tongue between them and licked them with her tongue. I flew into a rage and attacked her. The Lay teacher pilled me off the girl and wrote a note and sent me to the mother Superior's office. I knocked on the door and entered when instructed to do so. The Mother Superior looked up from her desk and asked why I was there. I handed her the note. She read it and asked me if I had anything to say about why I had attacked my classmate. I was too embarrassed to say what had happened to me the night before or why I had attacked the girl. I simple said, "I have nothing to say about what happened." The Mother Superior got up from her desk and walked around the desk. She picked up an object that was on the side of her desk. I didn't recognize what it was but it looked like a bawd leather strap with a thick handle on it. She slapped the palm of her hand with it causing it to make a load cracking sound in her hand. I knew I was about to get a whipping. I resigned myself that I would have to take it. She told me lay across her desk. I moved forward and lay prostrate across the desk and grabbed the lip of the desk. I felt so mortified when the Mother Superior flipped my skirt over my back and grabbed my underpants roughly and yanked them down. They were so baggy that they fell to my shoes and hardly touched my legs. Them the Mother Superior stood to the side of me and placed her left hand on the small of my back. Then I heard the swish as she drew back the strap and the swish as she brought it down hard. The cracking sound rang in the room. The pain shot up my tail bone right to my brain. The pain was unbelievable. There were at least ten resounding swats on my bare ass. I was sobbing uncontrollably when she stopped. Stopping was not the end of the pain. My ass was stinging terribly as she ran her hands over my swollen ass cheeks. I was still crying as she told me to stay where I was. She returned to her desk and lay the strap down and took a bottle from a drawer in her desk. She returned to her place behind me and poured the cold liquid onto my burring ass. She gently rubbed the oil into the flesh. It was soothing and even started to feel good. Then I felt her oily fingers slip between the crack of my ass. The moved down the valley only stopping at my anus long enough to toy with the opening. Then she moved on down until she was probing my cunt. The girls last night had taken care of any impediment to her probing finger. She shoved it deep into my body and I sucked air. Then she pulled her finger out and moved on down so that she could take my little bud of a clit between her thumb and forefinger and pull and roll it. I was deep into a climax before I knew what I was doing. As I lay there recovering the Mother Superior walked around the desk and pulled me across the desk until my head was hanging over the desk. She lifted her habit and tossed it over my body. Under the habit I was surprised to se that she had no panties on at all. I was looking at a tummy with stretch marks and thinning hair above her vagina. The labia hung down so far that it looked like the lose skin would flap in a breeze. She stepped forward and I knew what she wanted. I opened my mouth to receive this wet flesh into my mouth. As I ran my tongue up and down the valley. I found that her clitoris was hooded but was as big as her thumb. I sucked on it until she was sawing her hips against my mouth as she gasped out her first climax. She was not satisfied with that act. She pulled me to the leather couch in her office. I had trouble walking with the baggy underpants around my ankles. When I was sitting on the couch she removed the panties and moved onto the couch so that I was lying on my left hip as she moved her crotch against my crotch with one leg behind me and sitting on my left leg. Then she rubbed her clitoris roughly against mine. I actually climaxed before she did. When she climaxed she stood up and gathered up my panties and held them to her nose. She told me that she never wanted to see me in her office for fighting with my classmates again. I assured her that I would not do that again. She dismissed me without giving back my panties. When the day was over and I went back to the dorm the girls gathered around me and pulled up my skirt to inspect the marks left on my ass. This time each girl knelt behind me and licked my ass until I could not stand it anymore and tried to finger fuck myself. I was stopped by the oldest girl and she knelt before me and stuck her tongue in my pussy and sucked me until I came in her mouth. From that night on I never went a night without someone in my bed out in someone else's bed. Long before an Aunt and Uncle reclaimed me to return back to America I was a confirmed lesbian and loved older women most of all. The mother Superior saw to it that all of the girls serviced other nuns and women from the village. I hope you enjoyed the story and want more. Please send your mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com.