Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2014 22:13:47 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Hairy Seduction (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, f/FF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and an older woman. 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 re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2012 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Hairy Seduction By Jan To tell my story I have to start with my family. My great-great-grandfather brought his family to the Calistoga, California from Lousa, Portugal, and started a wine vineyard. My family was very religious and insisted that the children marry only Portuguese men and women. I was the beneficiary of being the daughter of a hairy mother. When I started to enter puberty I was the hairiest girl in the local school. My family didn't believe in the custom of women shaving excess body hair. When my legs became hairy I started wearing jeans to school, because I suffered the abuse of my classmates teasing me. I pleaded for my parents to allow me to go to a Catholic girl's school in the San Francisco area. Reluctantly they eventually made arrangements for me to attend a Catholic girl's school. My parents delivered me to the school in the old Ford pickup truck. Everything I brought with me was stuffed into a straw basket. I was introduced to the mother superior and the nun that was in charge of my grade level's dormitory. After the very emotional goodbyes, I was escorted to where I was given my uniform and everything else I would need to live in the dorm. The nun helped me carry my bedding and other stuff to the dorm. I hated the uniform, because the plaid skirt was too short; even with the black knee high socks there was plenty of thigh visible. I knew I would be teased about my hairy legs. I did receive a lot of teasing at first, because when we showered the other girls saw just how hairy my body was. My mother would have been broken hearted if I went home on holidays and she found out I had shaved my pussy, legs and under my arms. I had to endure the teasing. Another thing I also had to endure teasing about was the fact that I spoke English with a Portuguese accent. Eventually the other girls got bored teasing me, and just ignored me. They always found plenty of others to tease. I struggled to keep up with the schooling, so they would not tease me about being a dummy. I did begin to excel in school. I continued to be a slender girl, as I matured I got even hairier. When my arms were at my sides, dark hairs were plainly visible at the sides of my breasts. There were hairs on my chest, and ringing my areolas. The pubic hair on my pussy was so damned thick you couldn't even see the opening to my pussy. Hair grew down the inside of my thighs. There was no fear of any friction chafing my thighs like chubby girls. I even had a noticeable mustache on my upper lip. My hair was so long that even though I braided it, the two braids were so long I could sit on them. Because of my appearance I continued to be very introverted. I never gave the nuns or lay teachers any trouble. Some of the teacher even showed me a lot of understanding. I eventually became very close to one tall nun. I could never tell what nationality she was because the habit covered so much of her. Actually the only things visible were her hands and face. She had an angular, long face with a pronounced nose. She was my religious instruction teacher. Outside of the classroom I didn't have a lot of contact with her. I saw her at the dining hall regularly and at mass, along with all of the other staff. There were rumors among the girls that Sister Bernadette had special relationships with some of the girls. I knew enough that among nuns the term 'special relationship' referred to sexual liaisons between nuns and or students. I had no personal knowledge about her having such relationships, and I had never experienced sex with anyone male or female. One afternoon after the religious class we were filing out of the classroom when I almost bumped into a woman that must have been at least fifty years old. I stepped back and paused, as the woman smiled at me. She looked me up and down as if she were studying me. I also studied her because she was such a striking woman. There was just something about the way she looked at me that frightened and thrilled me. She was wearing a gray business suit with gloves and hat. She was a brunette with piercing blue eyes. She was looking at me with a crooked smile. Then she turned her attention to my teacher, "Hi, Sister Bernadette! I see you still have sweet girls in your class." Her reference to me as sweet surprised me. I had never thought of myself as attractive in any way. Like my mother, my eyebrows were thick and almost looked like a single brow, and my upper lip had a noticeable mustache. Now that I was away from home I plucked my eyebrows to shape and separate them, but they were still thick. I found it strange that anyone should think of me as attractive. Sister Bernadette placed a hand around my shoulders and rested it on the opposite shoulder as she said, "Maria is a bright and compassionate student. I can always rely on her to help her fellow students understand the text, Helen." The woman smiled and said, "I dropped by to invite you to dinner with me, (as an afterthought she added) and by all means, bring along Maria!" Sister Bernadette looked back and forth at us before she responded, "Helen, I'm sure that Maria is an innocent, you can't ask me to just bring her along with me!" Helen looked me in the eyes and asked, "How would you like to go to Carmel by the Sea for the weekend, and see the Monterey Aquarium?" I responded without thinking, "Yes!" I don't know what made me respond so quickly. I knew the reputation of Sister Bernadette. Sister Bernadette turned to look at me, "Are you sure you want to go out with us?" I placed my hand on top of the hand resting on my shoulder and said, "Yes!" as I looked up into Sister's eyes. She told me to meet them after school at the lobby. I had a couple more classes that day, but I was distracted by the thought that I was going on a date with Sister Bernadette and another woman. When the last class was over I rushed to the dorm to put my books into my locker before heading to the lobby. Sister Margit was behind the desk at the lobby. She was a chubby little nun that was very amenable. Sister Bernadette and her friend were already there along with another classmate I casually knew. Her name was Elizabeth and she was kind of wild. Just the past week, she had gotten sent to the mother superior's office because she had boldly kissed another girl right in the hall of the administration building. The rumor was that she had also stuffed her hand under her skirt and down the front of the girl's panties. Sister signed the two of us out without any questions being asked. Helen drove us into San Francisco in her big SUV (suburban utility vehicle). Elisabeth and I were sitting in the back seat. Elizabeth started feeling my leg as we traveled down Highway 101. I was too embarrassed to protest her action. The two women were talking to each other, but also talked to us when they wanted to point out something. As we approached Monterey they took the turnoff from Highway 101 to Highway 1. Sister Bernadette pointed out the Salinas Valley and Cannery Row and told us that this is the community that John Steinbeck wrote about in his books 'Cannery Row and East of Eden.' I had just read East of Eden, and I couldn't help but remember the opening chapters talking about the young girl working as a maid for a madam, and how she befriended the old woman before she drugged her, felt her up, stole her money, and then set the brothel on fire before heading west. When we passed over the hill separating Monterey Bay from Carmel by the Sea, she pointed out the old part of Carmel before we turned east and passed through the newer shopping center. We stopped there long enough to shop for groceries and have dinner, before we continued up into the hills until we came to a house nestled among the pine trees. Elizabeth explained that she had inherited the home from her father. He had built the house back when the Cannery Row was going broke because of overfishing the area. The house was not large compared to today's homes but it was well built. The bathroom was still appointed with old porcelain toilet, pedestal sink and a porcelain coated cast iron pedestal bathtub. It had two bedrooms, living room, dining room and separate kitchen. The four of us gathered on the porch facing west to watch the setting sun. As the sun descended into the ocean, it turned reddish and the underside of the puffy clouds turn reddish too. We were sitting in wooden chairs and Helen even provided Elizabeth and me glasses of red wine. It didn't take long before Elisabeth and I were feeling relaxed and slightly tipsy. After the sun set and the evening air became a bit nippy we retired into the house. The two women preferred to turn on a radio station that played what girls my age call elevator music. That kind of music didn't disturb our talking to each other. It was Helen that suggested to Sister Bernadette that she might feel more comfortable if she shed her habit. We sat there watching as she carefully unpinned the cowl ad folded it. Her hair was cropped rather short, and was matted as a result of being smashed against her head by the cowl. She stood up and placed the folded cowl on the coffee table before she untied the sash. I watched in total fascination as she hoisted up her habit. She untied the back of the habit and pulled it down her arms, eventually exposing her unsupported breasts. Her breasts were large and drooped substantially. I also noticed that she had hairs ringing her mauve areolas, like me. As the garment descended down her body Elisabeth and I sat there watching as her baggy white panties were exposed. There was an obvious dark shadow above the double thick crotch, attesting to the amount of pubic hair she sported. As her upper thighs came into view it was obvious that her legs were just as hairy as mine. She had on knee high stockings and those practical oxfords nuns tend to wear. I was shocked that Sister Bernadette would take off her clothes in front of us. Helen helped Sister fold up the habit and they placed it on the coffee table. Helen then sat down next to Elisabeth. At the same time Sister sat back down next to me. I was so nervous sitting next to the nude nun that I was actually sweating. She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me close. She started unbuttoning my blue blazer with the school crest on the left pocket. I tried to fend off her hands, but she was much stronger than me. After that she started unbuttoning my blouse. When she pulled the blouse out of my skirt she pulled my clothes off of my shoulders and down my arms. It embarrassed me so much that I wanted to hide. I looked over at Helen and Elisabeth because I thought they would be looking at us. Boy...was I mistaken...Elisabeth was already naked and helping Helen take off her clothes. They were obviously preoccupied, but I still felt embarrassed about what the nun was doing to me. I have to admit that I suspected why she had invited me on the trip for the weekend. Helen was a little intimidating, but I figured that if there was going to be another woman along that it would be unlikely that she would do anything. After she removed my blouse she started working on my pleated skirt. I resisted lifting my butt, just the same she pulled the skirt down, leaving me sitting there in a white tank top and regulation school white panties. The reason for the top was to be sure that my hairy chest wasn't visible through my blouse. I wanted to keep my top and panties on because I hated to let anyone see just how hairy I was. The fact that Sister Bernadette was every bit as hairy as me didn't help. I struggled to keep my top on, but again she was too strong for me. She pulled the top over my head. I pulled my pigtail braids around to cover my tits. The sister had other ideas, and she swatted my hands away along with my braids. While I tried to cover my tits with my hands she pulled the front of my panties down and stuffed her hand into them. I jumped when her hand cupped my hairy pussy. I tried to cross my legs but all that did was trap her hand between my legs. While she renewed her efforts to remove my panties, I glanced at the other couple. Elisabeth was kneeling on the floor with her hands on Helen's thighs and her face buried in her pussy. There was no struggling with her to get her to do it. Helen was stroking Elisabeth's hair lovingly. Her head was tossed back and she was moaning, while she was telling the girl what a sweet mouth she had. My attention was brought back to the moment when the sister knelt in front of me to remove my panties. As soon as I was totally naked she sat back down next to me before she pulled me upon her lap. I felt like such a child being handled like I was a baby. She felt my breasts very gently. She even lavished saliva all over my breasts. She virtually plastered the hair around my areolas to my breasts. Besides lavishing her attention on my breasts, she kissed me and sucked on my tongue. It was very distracting when she traced the shell of my ear. She was also rubbing my pussy. She dipped her finger into my vagina, and discovered that I was a virgin. She sucked on her fingers and whispered in my ear, "Honey do you want me to take your virginity?" I was moaning before I managed to breathlessly say, "Yes." She laid me on the couch with my back against the arm of the overstuffed couch. She placed my legs over the back of the couch before she placed her body between my legs, so that she could look into my pussy while she spread my labia minor open. She blew her cool breath into my pussy. She shook my world by kissing my pussy before she started licking by cunt. She stuck her right index finger into my pussy and tested the resistance of my hymen. She told me that there were some holes in it, so that my period could discharge the blood lining of my womb. She pressed her finger against the membrane a little harder. That sent a sharp stabbing pain down there. Then she actually sucked my clit into her mouth at the same time she shoved her finger deep into my pussy. I whimpered as the flesh broke open. She actually finger fucked me until the pain subsided. She fucked me until I surrendered to a soft cum. Then she sat up and smelled her finger. I saw traces of watery blood smeared on her finger and the base of the finger before she stuck the finger into her mouth and licked the base of her fist clean of all traces of the blood. The sister lay on top of me and kissed me for awhile before moving her body up to feed one of her large breasts to my mouth. I set about licking the hairs around her areolas until the hairs were plastered against her flesh. While I was doing that, she was humping her hairy pussy against my hairy cunt. At some point I even came again. We clung to each other while we smothered each other's face with wet kisses. When Sister Bernadette sat up, Helen was standing in front of the couch, holding Elisabeth's hand. She reached out and took hold of my hand so that she could pull me to my feet. She handed Sister Bernadette Elisabeth's hand. She led me through the house to the master bedroom. Considering that the house had been built a long time ago the bedroom was relatively large. It was not large enough for a queen sized bed. By that time it was dark enough that she had to turn on the lights. The electrical system had been updated recently to add outlets to every room, changed the fixtures from harsh bulbs to recessed lights, and installed paddle switches with dimmers. She dimmed the lighting to a soft glow. The double bed was a high four poster with delicate carvings. She virtually picked me up and placed me on top of the bed before she settled down next to me. She had a hungry look on her face. I still was a little apprehensive about her. I had witnessed the way Elisabeth had taken charge and made love to her, but I was not going to take charge of the sex like Elisabeth. I was no longer a virgin and was still numb down there. I studied what Helen looked like. Her auburn colored hair was a little longer than shoulder length. Those blue eyes were mesmerizing. She had a straight nose that hinted at an Irish background. Her lips were very full, with a perfect cupid's bow. Her shoulders had a light dusting of faded freckles. I was impressed with her big round breasts, and they were heavy enough to be pulled down by gravity. The areolas were not all that large and the color was very close the color of her breasts. The nipples were not all that large. Considering her age she still had a pretty good figure, of course with age her body and face were fuller. She had wide hips, which people used to call childbearing hips. Her pubic bush was trimmed and not very thick. Her labia minor and clit protruded well below her labia major. She also sported a stainless steel horseshoe bolt through the labia minor. She had nice feet and her toenails were painted the same color than her fingernails. As she lay next to me on her side she lifted and laid the leg on top of mine. That allows me to see the opening of her cunt. She placed her hand on my shoulder and pulled me against her body and kissed me very passionately. She eventually used her hand to lift her breast to put the nipple into my mouth. When she felt that I had sucked on her nipple long enough she rolled me onto my back and licked my neck as she moved down to my chest and took one of my breasts into her mouth. The hairs were still stuck to my flesh by the sister's saliva. She sucked on my nipples so hard that it actually hurt a little. While she was sucking on my tits she was also stroking my hairy pussy. She even did something that surprised me, by lifting my arms and smelling and licking my hairy armpits. She even commented that I was probably even hairier than Sister Bernadette. For the first time in my life someone actually appreciated my hairy body. I had never suspected that there were actually people that found body hair attractive. Helen was very adamant about her effort to get between my legs. She licked my hairy inner thighs before she opened my pussy so that she could inspect my inner pussy the same way the nun had. She even commented on the ragged remnants of my hymen with small traces of blood attesting to the taking of my virginity. She pressed her face against my pussy. She licked my crotch from hairy asshole to my hairy vulva. It shocked me that anyone would actually like to taste someone's asshole. It was thrilling though. She even had me turn over onto my hands and knees, so that she could place her hands on the cheeks of my butt and spread them and lick my hairy asshole. She even stabbed the hole with the tip of her tongue. When we were exhausted she covered our naked bodies with the covers before turning off the lights. I assume Elisabeth and Sister Bernadette eventually made their way to the other bedroom. In the morning the house was cool. Because there was only one bathroom we had to take turns using the toilet and brushing our hair and teeth. We eventually got dressed and had a quick breakfast before we started visiting the local landmarks like the aquarium and the Catholic Church in Carmel where Father Sierra is buried. We took the 17 mile drive through Pebble Beach golf course. We even bought ice cream from the shop that used to be owned by the past mayor, actor and producer Clint Eastwood. We took the tour boat out of Monterey bay looking for whales. We shopped in the clothing outlets in the old converted cannery row building. We even visited Laguna Seca race track. There were just a few cars using the track to test their cars. The noise was deafening as they roared past our location. Eventually we made our way home to make dinner before we watched the sun go down while drinking wine again. This evening the onshore breeze got cool enough to drive us into the house. To worm up we shed clothes and huddled together to warm each other up. Of course that led to us having sex the rest of the evening. Elisabeth wanted to put on a show for the benefit of the two women by having sex with me. She was just as skilful as Helen at sucking and licking. She even tongue fucked my asshole. But she was the first person to introduce me to a dildo. She strapped on a realistic penis replica and mounted me like a man. When I collapsed in a heap, she rolled me over and stuck that dildo into my asshole. The pain was almost unbelievable. Sister Bernadette smothered my moans with her hairy pussy. We managed to get all four of us in the bed together. It was a tangle of arms and legs all night. The next day we lounged around until we had to make our way back to school. I rode in the front seat, so that I could play with Helen's pussy all the way back to school. Everything changed after I got back to school. I became aware of a number of girls at school that were into lesbian sex, as well as the nuns and lay teachers that liked young pussy. There were dates with female patrons of the school that would drop by to take students on dates. I was so pleased with my new status as a hairy bitch that I never went for the want of pussy. It was rare that I went to bed by myself. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.