Date: 23 Dec 2001 18:00:20 -0800
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
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
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                               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 "André" 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.


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