Date: Mon, 7 Jun 2010 10:28:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: French Chateau (lesbian/adult youth, oral anal, g/F, F/FF, F/g)

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                   French Chateau
                         By
                        Jan

	I make no apologies for the way I live.  I was
born into a family of privilege.  I inherited I nice
vineyard and a chateau along with an income that
would ensure I could live comfortably as long as I
live.  At least my parents did something right.

	I hardly knew my parents.  I was sent off to a
Catholic boarding school about as soon as I was
potty trained.  I was terrified by the school when I
arrived.  Of course there was an understanding nun
that took me under her wing.  I had been crying
uncontrollably for a couple of nights.  The other
girls in my dorm could not sleep.  The nun came into
the dorm and she told me to gather up my belongings
and come along with her.

	It was hard to say who old she was because of
that heavy habit and starched coif secured by a
bandeau, a white wimple, covered by a black veil
pinned over the coif.  The habit was secured in place
by a woolen belt cord, with her Rosary tucked over
the belt.  As young as I was she looked very old.

	When we were in her room she assured me that
she would look after me like a mother, and told me
her name was Sister Joan.  To comfort me she
allowed me to sit on her lap and hug her.  At first
the smell of moist wool and female sweat was
repulsive to me.  She would nuzzle my neck and even
kiss me to comfort me.  While I would sit on her lap
she started rubbing my body.  Her face was covered
with soft fuzz.  She even allowed me to sleep in her
bed with her.  It did feel nice.  It really felt good
when she started rubbing my panties.  She kept
assuring me that everything she did was because she
loved me.

	At night when she would get ready for bed, I
would watch her remove her veil, coif, habit, shoes
and socks.  I was fascinated watching her because
she didn't seem like a real woman until she was
undressed.  Her hair was cropped short and unruly.
Her face had wrinkles but her smile was friendly.
She would hang her habit up carefully.  I didn't know
what the proper attire was for nuns, so seeing her
remove her under slip didn't upset me when I saw
that she didn't have any panties or bra on.  I did
take the opportunity to study what she looked like.
Her skin was as white as could be.  Her breasts
sagged like empty purses.  There was a scar on the
right side of her lower belly.  (I know now that it
was an appendicitis scar.)  Her skin sagged a little
and there was a dark patch of hair between her legs.
At the time I had no way of knowing that all women
had pubic hair.  For all I knew she was the only
person that had hair down there, after all none of
the girls in the dorm had hair down there.

	She would put on a simple cotton nightgown
before getting in bed with me.  To comfort me she
would hug and kiss me.  She even started rubbing me
down there too.  When I was used to her doing that
to me, she told me that if I loved her I would rub
her down there too.  It felt very strange to me.  Her
hair down there was smelly, wiry and dark.  It got in
the way of my fingers getting into her moist crack.
It felt so slippery and warm inside her pussy.  I even
discovered that there was a stiff ridge in the crack
that had a little lump at the end.  She always
reacted when I touched that spot.  I learned that
she really liked me to touch that spot.

	One night Sister Joan told me she was going to
kiss me down there to prove how much she loved me.
I did like the way she licked and kissed me down
there.  She spent a lot of time down there.  When
she asked me if I loved her, I could not refuse
kissing her down there too.  I got used to putting my
face in her pussy.  It took me longer to get used to
the smell of her pussy.  As I grew Sister Joan was
always my mentor.

	I got an extensive sexual education at that
school.  When we got sick we went to the dispensary
to see the nurse.  The nurse was a work of art.  No
matter what kind of tummy ache we had, she
insisted on taking down our panties and inspecting
our pussies and assholes.  When I got the measles, I
was put in quarantine.  That meant I had to spend at
least a week in the care of the nurse.

	She took special care of me.  She bathed me
every day.  When I was over the worse of it she
would spend a lot of time playing with my body.
When she discovered I was still a virgin, she told me
that I didn't need that barrier to my pussy.  She
stabbed me with her finger to break my hymen.
Then she sucked up the watery traces of blood.

	I remember her starched and pressed white
uniform.  It rustled when she moved.  It buttoned
down the front.  She would come into my room and
unbutton the front of her dress and show me her
body.  She also didn't wear underwear.  I found that
she had as much hair between her legs as Sister
Joan.  She would comfort me by allowing me to suck
on her tits and pussy.

	I didn't understand that she was only
interested in young girls.  When I was old enough to
have pubic hair, she passed me on to another nun
that had a taste for young girl developing into
women.  Before I graduated from the school I had
made love to every nun and lay teacher at the
school.  There came a day when I was summoned to
the Mother Superior's office and told that my
parents had died in a small plane accident flying over
southern France.  Had I had known them better it
might have upset me more.  I had only seen them on
holidays and hardly knew them.  I was told that I
would meet the family lawyer and he would tell me
what my financial status was.

	It turned out I owned a vineyard, winery and
chateau along with a financial portfolio that insured
a comfortable living the rest of my life.  When I
took up residence at the chateau I found that the
staff was made up of old couples.  At least they
knew to keep their mouth shut.  The overseer took
good care of the vineyard.  I was free to do
anything I wanted.  I still preferred the company of
women.  So I spent a lot of time in southern France
picking up women that also enjoyed the company of
women.  For the next ten years I spent the life of a
lesbian playgirl.  I didn't care for a permanent
relationship.  I deliberately changed girlfriends
about every year.

	As I grew older I found that I was developing a
taste for younger and younger girls.  I had even
picked up a girl on the beach that was only fifteen
and seduced her.  I found it very exciting to be the
first woman this girl had ever made love to.  The
more I thought about it the more it turned me on to
be the first to teach this girl about oral sex.  It
thrilled me to feel her quivering from a climax I had
just given her by sucking on her pussy.  When I got
home to the chateau I spent a few restless nights
thinking about young pussy.

	I contacted a couple of women I knew and told
them about my desire to find young girls to educate.
Some of the women were repulsed by my desire to
have sex with young girls.  Then one older woman
that was a countess told me that she had heard that
there were orphanages in Poland that westerners
could adopt children fairly easily.  The prospect of
actually adopting a young girl that I could train like
Sister Joan had taught me greatly appealed to me.

	I got together with the countess and we took a
holiday in Poland.  We had a great time seeing the
sights.  We made a point to check out the prospects
of adopting children.  We learned that it was not
very hard to adopt children.  A little money in the
right places expedited the process too.

	We visited an orphanage and made inquiries
about adoption.  We were allowed to see all of the
children in the orphanage.  Of course we were only
interested in the girls.  The countess and I had fun
discussing which girls we liked.  The staff and
children didn't speak French or English, so we could
talk fairly freely.  The countess spoke enough Polish
to be able to communicate with them when we
needed to express out desires.

	We were not interested in babies.  I preferred
a girl at least old enough to be school age.  That did
work in our favor because the married couples were
always looking for babies.  Older children usually
wind up being ignored and winding up spending all of
their young lives as wards of the state.  We
interviewed all of the girls between the ages of 5
and 10.  There were several girls that were
attractive to us.  We were having trouble selecting a
girl that I felt would be just what I was looking for.
I tried speaking French and English to the ones we
thought would be acceptable.  None of them
understood a word.  We were just about to give up
when a girl walked by that we had not interviewed.

	When we asked the administrator if that girl
was available, the administrator told us that she was
available but she was unacceptable for adoption.
She was unruly.  That description intrigued me.
There was just something about her that fascinated
me.  I asked the countess to quietly ask the other
girls why that girl had been excluded from the
interview.  I kept the administrator busy while the
countess quietly asked the girls about her.  When it
was over the countess told me in French that the
girl's said that the girl was strange.  She was always
trying to get into the panties of the other girls.

	The two of us looked at each other and smiled.
We insisted on seeing her.  The administrator told us
her name was Krysia.  The countess told me that her
name meant flower of Christ.  She was a little shy
when she stood in front of us.  She was an
attractive girl but it was obvious that she needed
corrective lens.  When I asked her where her glasses
were she reluctantly pulled her glasses from a
pocket.  They were horrible looking cheap black
plastic rims that would look bad on anyone.  I knew
right away that vanity was why she didn't wear them.
The countess asked her why she always wanted to
get in the panties of the other girls.

	Krysia was uncomfortable about the question.
She didn't want to tell us the truth.  We tried to
assure her that whatever she said would go no
farther than this room.  She finally admitted that it
felt good to play with the bodies of her friends.
The orphanage staff didn't approve of what she did.
They were always punishing her for what she did.

	The countess and I looked at each other and
smiled.  We assured the administrator that Krysia
was the girl we wanted.  The paperwork was put in
motion.  It took awhile for the process to work.  We
had to return home and wait until we were notified
that we could pick her up.

	We flew back to Poland to pick her up.  It
almost broke my heart to see the pleading looks in
the eyes of the other girls.  Krysia was thrilled to be
going to a new place that was going to be her home.
She had never been on a plane.  It was an exciting
adventure to her.  All of her worldly belongings were
contained in one small suitcase.  The countess and I
assured her not to worry about her belongings we
were going to buy her a new wardrobe.  The prospect
of getting new clothes thrilled her.

	As soon as we got her to the chateau I brought
in a teacher.  The girl was bright and learned both
French and English very fast.  She could not believe
her good fortune.  One evening while we were eating
dinner she asked, "Why did you select me to be your
daughter?"

	I smiled at her and said, "I was raised in a
Catholic boarding school.  From the day I arrived
there I was lost until a nun befriended me.  She
taught me everything I know about sex.  When you
told me that the orphanage punished you for doing
things to other girls, I knew that you were the girl
for me!"

	Kyrsia started crying, "I always felt I was a
misfit to want to do things to other girls."

	I assured her, "Honey, never worry about doing
something wrong.  I have done everything a girl and
woman can to with each other."

	We talked about what she liked to do with
girls.  It turned out that at different times older
girls had taught her to masturbate them, and they
had masturbated her.  She said that every night in
the orphanage she had masturbated herself to sleep
at night.  She got caught a lot of times and spanked
for doing it.  She admitted that she tried to teach
other girls how to play with their pussies.  A lot of
them were willing to play but there were always some
girls that would report me.  Even if the girls I was
playing with willing girls I was the one that was
punished for corrupting them.

	I was so touched that I had to hug her to my
breasts.  I was in my thirties by that time.  I had
put on more than a few pounds.  My hair is cut short
and is red.  I too have to wear glasses.  My glasses
are round wire rimmed glasses.  That was why I felt
so attracted to Kyrsia.  Her hair was auburn.  I
bought her glasses like mine.  She could have very
well been my daughter.  From the first night she
came to live with me I insisted that she sleep with
me.

	The first day she arrived was before we
bought her a new wardrobe.  That night we bathed
together in a tub full of bath salts, bubble bath and
fragrance.  When we were finished I took her to bed
with me.  I wanted to look the sexiest I could for
her.  I selected my sexiest nightgown.  It was a
black negligee.  I loved the impression it would have
on Kyrsia.  She would be able to see through it.  She
would be able to see my tits, nipples, and red pubic
hair.  At the time our ability to communicate was
very limited.

	Kyrsia tried to tell me how pretty I was.  I
tried to tell her that she was even prettier.  All she
had for a nightgown was a coarse cotton thing that
had seen better days.  I didn't even let her put it on.
I took her to bed totally naked.  I hugged her to my
breasts, and smothered her with kisses.  She could
not resist feeling my breasts.

	For the first time in her life she didn't need to
worry about being punished for wanting to touch
someone.  She could not resist feeling my breasts.
After all the girls she had known hardly had any!  I
stoked her hair while she sucked on my nipples and
played with the other tit.  To show my approval I
kissed her on the forehead.  She interrupted her
sucking long enough to kiss me on the mouth.  I had
no idea what she said at that time.  I slipped my
hand under her body and sought out that warm little
pubis.  When I ran my finger up and down that moist
little valley I felt her body tremble.

	Kyrsia showed her approval of my efforts by
putting a hand over mine and pressing my hand
tightly against her pussy.  When I started playing
with her clit, Krysia turned her hand around and
sought out my red haired vulva.  She started doing
to me whatever I did to her.  We started out rolling
each other's clit.  When I slipped my finger into her
pussy I found that her hymen was already ruptured.
I was able to stick my finger deep into her and feel
her cervix, when I did that Kyrsia sucked air into
her lungs through her mouth before she stuffed a
finger into my pussy.

	Nothing is more thrilling to me than to have a
new lover stick her finger into my pussy for the
first time.  I started humping my hips up and down
to get the full effect of her finger in my cunt.  I
was enjoying her efforts but I wanted to introduce
her to cunt lapping.  She resisted when I started
moving my body down until her finger came out of
my cunt.  Again she said something I didn't
understand.  I moved to the foot of the bed and
positioned myself between her legs.  I looked at her
face and she knew what I was about to do.  She
placed her hands on either side of my head and
pulled my face between her legs.  I found that I
loved the satiny feeling of her smooth little vulva.
When I put my mouth over her vulva and licked it I
enjoyed the fact that there was no hair getting
caught between my teeth.  I didn't know if anyone
had ever sucked her pussy before.  Regardless, she
was getting into me sucking her pussy.  I suspected
that she was too young to climax but I knew she
would eventually have some sort of reaction.  To add
to her experience when I knew she was right on the
edge of a sexual pinnacle I stuck my index finger up
her little asshole.

	She let out a string of Polish words and her
eyes rolled back.  She actually passed out while her
body quivered.  When she came to, she was talking
nonstop in polish.  She started pulling on my
shoulders to let me know she wanted me to move
back up the bed.

	I crawled over the top of her body.  I did like
the feeling of my breasts rubbing her childish body.
When my head was right over hers I kissed her on
the mouth.  I was thinking about all of the times I
had been kissed by the nuns and tasted my own
pussy juice on their mouths.  I was sure Kyrsia
tasted her own pussy juice on my face and mouth.
She was so happy she was actually crying.  I licked
the tears from her cheeks.  Then I rolled off of her
and rested my head on the pillow.

	That was when Krysia rolled over on top of me.
She kissed me and took hold of my right tit.  Now it
was her turn to work her way down my body to that
red patch of pubic hair.  When she got down there
she started wrapping my pubic hair around her
finger.  I wondered if she liked the smell of my
pussy.  He nose was right down there.  When she
moved her hand to my hips she started licking my
pussy.  She seemed to enjoy how large my clit was.
She sucked it into her mouth.  It felt marvelous to
me.  She soon had her tongue buried in my pussy and
her nose was pressed against my clit.  I was getting
close to my climax.  Obviously Krysia knew it too.
She did the same thing I had done to her.  She
stuck a finger up my butt, having done that I
started coming.  I was covering her face with my
cum.  Now it was my turn to pull her up and lick her
face clean of my cum before kissing her mouth.  The
rest of the night we just clung to each other and
kissed before we fell asleep.

	In the morning I called Sister Joan and asked
her about getting my new daughter a tutor to teach
her French and English.  Of course I had to tell her
all about the adoption of a delightful Polish girl.
Sister Joan invited me to bring Krysia down to the
school.  She said she had a young nun in mind that
would be perfect.

	I picked up the countess on the way.  We drove
down to the school in good time.  Sister Joan met us
at the entrance to the school.  She had a young nun
that was probably in her early twenties with her.
Her name was Sister Agnes.  When countess saw the
young nun she told me that her knickers were wet
for the young nun.  We had lunch at the school with
the nuns before we headed home with our new tutor.

	Krysia and I were in the front seats.  The
countess and the nun were in the back seats.  The
nun's belongings were in the cars boot.  I would
check the rear view mirror every not and then.  It
was obvious that the countess was enamored with
the young nun.  She was flirting with the nun all the
way home.  I was amused by her infatuation with the
young nun.

	When we arrived home we showed the nun her
room.  She was overwhelmed with the grandeur of
the room compared to the small room she occupied
at the convent and school.  I understood that
countess wanted to be close to Sister Agnes.  I
deliberately put them in adjoining rooms.

	The next morning I had to ask the countess
how her evening had been.  The countess beamed
when she told me all about the night with Sister
Agnes.  She related just how loving Sister Agnes
was.  She told me just how exciting it was to make
love to a young woman that had never shaved any
part of her body.

	I was sure I would get my chance to inspect
her before Krysia was finished learning French and
English.  I told Sister Agnes that if she liked she
didn't need to wear her habit.  She could put on
contemporary clothes if she liked.

	The countess had her arm around Sister Agnes'
waist.  The countess said, "I would love to see you in
some sexy clothes myself!"

	Sister Agnes blushed.  The four of us set
about finding her clothes and even getting her hair
styled.  The stylist gave her short hair a look like
the fifties with a brush up and a part down the
middle of the back of her head like a teenage boy.
With makeup on she was truly an attractive young
woman.  When we took Krysia and Sister Agnes
shopping for clothes, we got our first chance to see
Sister Agnes.

	We crowded into a changing room while Sister
Agnes tried on new clothes.  She was a slender young
woman.  I was intrigued by the amount of body hair
she had.  There was a substantial amount of body
hair on her lower arms and legs.  When she lifted
her arms there was quite a bit of underarm hair.
The pubic hair on her vulva was extensive.  When she
turned her back and bent over to pull up new panties
I saw that there was even a tangle of hair around
her asshole.  The three of us could not resist feeling
her up.

	The countess could not resist kneeling before
her and sucking her pussy.  Krysia was fascinated by
the small breasts with hair ringing the areolas.  She
sucked on her nipples.  I was content to feel her ass
and stick a finger up her asshole.  The sales clerk
heard the moans and opened the dressing room door.
She stepped back in a moment of shock.  Then her
expression changed to lust.  She entered the room
and started sucking on the remaining breast.  The
room was so crowded that it smelled of body sweat.

	It had been years since Sister Agnes had
dressed a common girl.  She was clumsy as a pre-
teen in her first pair of high heeled pumps.  We
bought her some sexy lingerie.  She had never seen
anything so delicate and transparent before.  It was
strange to see such an attractive girl in delicate
nylons with hair matted against her legs.

	The countess was so enamored with her that
she practically would not let her out of her sight.
During the day Sister Agnes taught Krysia French
and English.  During the night the countess slept in
Sister Agnes' bed.  Given enough time I'm sure the
countess would have rubbed all of Agnes' body hair
off, just from the friction of her hands on Agnes'
body.

	Krysia and I were devoted lovers in my bed.  It
was not long before we were able to communicate
directly with each other.  Krysia's French was almost
impeccable.  Her English was coming along but there
was still a Polish accent.

	One afternoon the countess got a call.  She
had to return home to conduct some business that
required her personal attention.  She was reluctant
to leave Sister Agnes.  She swore to return as soon
as possible.

	That evening I invited Sister Agnes to sleep in
bed with Krysia and me.  It was a novelty for me to
have a young woman like her in my bed.  It was the
first time Krysia had ever been in bed with a woman
as hairy as her.  We put her in the middle of the
bed.  We wrapped our legs around each of her thighs
and dry humped them.  We sucked on her small
breasts while we both did our best to finger fuck
her.  Poor Agnes didn't get much rest that night.  By
morning Krysia knew every French and English word
for our body parts and the sexual acts we
performed.

	I don't know which of them enjoyed it the most
when Krysia rimmed Agnes' asshole.  I got off
watching my adopted daughter sticking her tongue in
the young nun's asshole.  Sister Agnes had one of
those butts that had an olive hue around her asshole
and there was an ample amount of hair ringing the
opening.  Krysia cleaned the area with her tongue
before driving her tongue into the hole.  When
Agnes climaxed we rested for awhile before Agnes
and I started working on Krysia.

	With the two of us working on her young body
she was driven to distraction in no time.  She had
not experienced a true climax as of that point.  But
while I was sucking her pussy and sticking a finger
up her back side, Agnes was sitting on her face
rubbing her pussy all over her face.  Eventually
Krysia could not fight it any more.  She had her
first true climax.  She quivered like a rag doll before
she actually passed out.

	By the time Sister Agnes' 6 months were over
Krysia was speaking French and English like a native.
The countess could not stand to be without Sister
Agnes and joined the order.



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