Date: Tue, 17 May 2016 20:07:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Samantha and Older Women 4 (lesinean/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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          Samantha and Older Women 4
                  Felisha
                    By
                   Jan

      One balmy day I was hanging out in Central Park
enjoying the weather and reading a book while sitting
on a bench when an attractive woman sat down on the
bench next to me.  When I looked up from the pages
in my book I was impressed by the woman.  She was
dressed impeccably in the latest style.  I thought she
looked like a fashion model except for her age.  Her
face was still very attractive, but her makeup
couldn't hide the age lines.  I would have guested that
she was about fifty years old.  Her brunet hair was
thick and flowed over her shoulders like a video
model for a hair commercial.

      She gave me a warm smile, and asked, "What are
you reading, my child?" with a thick French accent.

      "I'm reading a romance novel." I responded.

      "My name is Felisha!  What is you name Honey?"

     "My name is Samantha."

      "That is a darling name!  Do you live nearby?"

      "I live a few blocks east of here."

      "I live nearby myself, and I was enjoying the
weather today."

      We talked about our preference in literature,
fashion, movies and such.  By bout 1:00 O'clock it was
getting a little uncomfortably warm, so she suggested
that I join her for something cool to drink at her
place.  Of course I couldn't resist her offer.

      We crossed 5th Avenue and entered the lobby of
a plush hotel.  The doorman and staff greeted her
with polite respect as we made our way to the
elevators.  I watched her press the button for the
top floor.  She held my hand all the way up to the
penthouse.  I couldn't imagine how much money she
must have, to be able to afford living like this.

      We were even greeted by a maid, dressed in an
immaculately starched and pressed uniform.

      Felisha thanked her and requested that she bring
us a couple of glasses of Long Island Iced Tea to the
living room.

      The maid said, "Yes, Ma'am" and headed through a
door to what I assumed was a kitchen, while Felisha
led me by the hand to a magnificently appointed living
room.  She insisted on sitting next to me on a couch
that even smelled like it was new.  The end tables and
cocktail table had crystal figurines on them.  I had
seen such items in fine stores, and knew the price tag
for each of them was equal to the average person's
annual salary.

      When the maid appeared with a try with two tall
frosty glasses, and placed the tray on the cocktail
table in front of us.  Felisha handed me one of the
glasses, and dismissed the maid with, "Lupe you may
have the afternoon off my dear!"

     The maid thanked her and left without question.

      Felisha asked me to tell her about myself.

      I told her about where I lived, my family and
where I went to school.  I deliberately omitted my
sexual encounters with older women, just in case she
was not trying to seduce me.

      She started telling me about herself.  She told
me that she came from one of the wealthiest families
in the world.  She told me how upset she was when
her family shopped her off to a boarding school in
France.  She told me that the school was located in
the northern portion of the wine country, operated
by Catholic nuns.  She told me that she didn't speak
French at the time, and was hart sick feeling as if
she had been abandoned by her family.  She was
crying like a baby constantly.

      There was one nun that spoke enough English to
be able to communicate with me, named Sister
Angela.  I attached myself to her in desperation.  I
cried so much that the other girls in my dorm
complained about me, so Sister Angela took me into
room and allowed me to sleep with her.

      It was hard to tell how old she was because in her
black and white habit.  Only her hands and face were
visible.  I couldn't even tell what color her hair was,
until she got ready for bed.

      She removed the black mantel, pined to the white
hood, which was tied at the back of her head.  She
folded them carefully and placed them on a night
table.  That allowed me to see her short curly brown
hair.

      I would have guessed that she was my mother's
age.  Then she untied the sash cord around her waist
and bent down to pull the black habit up and over her
head.  She hung it up carefully.  She had on a white
garment that looked like an old fashioned night shirt.
She sat on the edge of her bed and removed her
shoes and socks.  Then she even helped me undress.

      She complemented me for being so pretty, while I
put on my nightgown.  Then she pulled back the
blankets and got in, and invited me to get in with her.
It was very comforting to feel her warm body
pressing against the back of my small body.  I got
used to sleeping with her every night.

      The other girls teased me in French for being a
baby, which only isolated me more from my
classmates more.

      One night while cuddling in bed with Sister
Angela, she was kissing the back of my neck and she
reached around my hip to placed her hand on my
crotch.  It felt so good the way she stroked me.  She
started doing that to me every night.  One hot
summer's night she suggested that it would be cooler
if we slept in the nude without covers over us.  It was
all very exciting for me.  We were about to engage in
a secret game.

      I had never seen her naked before.  Being a
French nun she didn't shave any of her body hair.
Her underarms had a lot of dark hair that parted
when she lifted her arms.  Some was on her arm and
the rest was on her body.  She had hairy legs, but it
was her vulva fascinated me the most, 'I had never
seen an adult woman's pussy before.  She had a lot of
hair covering her mound.  When I asked if all women
had hair like hers, she assured me that all adult
women have hair, but some women shave or pluck the
hair from under their arms and on their legs, some
even remove the hair from their mounds.

      She reached down and stroked my smooth mound
and assured me that in a few years I would have hair
down there.  It felt good and when she tried to
remove her hand, I grabbed her wrist and pressed
her hand against my pussy.  She relaxed her hand and
even stroked the clitoris with her fingertip.

      I struggled to turn my head enough to be able to
kiss her on the mouth.  I turned my body over to face
her, and I marveled at her breasts.  I had never seen
naked breasts before.  I couldn't resist kissing them.
Sister Angela covered my face with kisses before
pressing her mouth against mine.

      At one point she lifted her arm to brush my hair,
and I stuck my nose in her hairy armpit.  She didn't
use perfume, so her armpit had a natural mucky odor.
I licked the hair with my wet tongue plastering the
hair against her flesh.  That pleased Sister Angela
very much.

      She held up one of her tits and offered me the
nipple to suck on.  I sucked on it so hard that she
cautioned me not to bite her nipple.  It disappointed
me when she pulled her tit out of my mouth, but she
propped me up against the wall, and very gently
parted my legs.  She kissed my pussy and licked it.  I
had never felt anything so exciting before.  There
was no part of my body she didn't kiss and lick.  In
fact she even licked and tongued my asshole.

      She paused after doing that to see what my
reaction would be.  I was horny as hell and it must
have shown on my face.

      She placed her hand on my thigh and stroked it.
"How old are you dear?"

      I told her the truth, "I'm 16 years old!"

      I can't believe that!  You look no older than 12!"

      I smiled, "I'm part Japanese, and I am as small as
my mother.  I still get into theaters for a child's
ticket price."

      Felisha smiled, "I think you are the sexiest thing
I have met in years.  Would you like me to make love
to you the way Sister Angela taught me?"

      I couldn't contain my excitement, "YES, of
course!"

      She stood up and pulled me to my feet, and led
me to her spacious bedroom.  She opened a walk-in
closet and showed me a collection of school girl's
uniforms in a variety of sizes, and there were a
couple of nun's habits identical to the one she had
described to me.  It was obvious what she had in
mind.

      I selected a uniform with a tag that was my size,
and sat on the dressing bench to change clothes.  She
selected a habit and proceeded to change clothes as
well.  We didn't look at each other until we were
dressed.

      I check out what I looked like in the full length
mirror.  I looked like a twelve year old Catholic school
girl, and Felisha looked like the picture of a Catholic
nun except for the makeup, a fact that I could
overlook.

      She led me back to her bedroom and we knelt
beside the bed.  She and I recited prayers.  She set
about undressing me, as she accused me of not having
done my homework properly, and she was going to
punish me.  She had me prostrate myself across the
bed face down, before she started spanking my
bottom with her bare hand.  She did not restrain her
ardor.  In no time the cheeks of my butt were bright
red.  When she was satisfied with her efforts she
bent over and kissed the tender cheeks of my ass.

      She stroked my cheeks with her warm hands and
ran her fingers up and down the valley of my ass.  She
even sought out my little asshole, clit and even
probed the depths of my cunt.  She was even pleased
to find that I was not a virgin.  Her tender
administrations were turning me on.  I felt a strong
desire to make love to her.

      When I got off of the bed I knelt before Felisha.
I thanked her for correcting my lack of dedication to
my studies, all in the vein of our game.

      Felisha blessed me and as an act of contrition on
my part she told me to offer my prayers to the
mound of Venus.  Then she lifted her habit and
undergarment by the hem and draped it over my
head.  The heavy wool fell completely over my body.
It was very dark under the heavy garment.  The only
light was showing at her feet.  I didn't have any
trouble finding her mound of Venus.  All I had to was
follow the pungent odor.  I found that her crotch was
as hairy as the description of her beloved Sister
Angela's pussy.  I clung to her naked hips while I
sucked her clit and pussy until she had an orgasm.  I
even reached up to grasp both tits.

      I wondered if all nuns were naked under their
habits.  The idea was deliciously erotic to me.

      Felisha even managed to turn around while I was
still under the wool.  I buried my face in between her
plump cheeks.  I was not reluctant about tongue
fucking her asshole.  Felisha was very appreciative of
my efforts.

      She ended the game by removing the habit and
placing me on her bed.  She couldn't do enough for
me.  She kissed me very passionately before working
her way down my body.  She sucked y breasts until
they were swollen and red.  My breasts had developed
o a respectable 34-C by that time.  She sucked my
pussy one more time.  After I had another orgasm
she sat at the foot of the bed and picked up my right
foot.  She sucked on my toes.  While she was doing
that she extended her right leg and started rubbing
my pussy with her big toe.  She managed to get all
five toes in my pussy and actually fucked me with her
foot until I cried out about another cum.

      To my surprise the maid had not left.  She
announced that the bath was drawn.  Felisha led me
to the bathroom and helped me get in the tub.  It was
warm and scented with a rose fragrance.  The maid
waited with a large soft bath towel to dry us off.

      It disturbed me to have a maid help me get
dressed.  Felisha called down to have the hotel driver
take me home.  The black limousine was s large I
could have laid down crossways in the back seat.  I
worried about my parents seeing me get out of the
limo or some noise neighbor telling them about a
Schaffer opening a limo door for me.

      Luckily they were not home, I was able to cover
the smell of the rose scented bath with my own
fragrance and get into my nightgown.  I was safely
and comfortably in my bed before they got home.  I
went to sleep with delicious images of Felisha's body
on my mind.  I could even remember the smell of her
cunt while I plaid with my pussy.

      I knew that I was going to play her nun game
again and even see if I could get Lupe the maid
involved.



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