Message-ID: <19912eli$9902140445@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Editor Subject: Story: "Adopted Lover" (Mf inc ped) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990213180117.8535.qmail@nym.alias.net> WARNING! This story contains graphic descriptions of sex among adults, teens, and/or children. If you find this offensive, stop reading now. This story is entirely fictional and any similarity between persons and events depicted in it and actual persons and events is purely coincidental. The story is pure fantasy and none of the events described herein are practiced, advocated or condoned by the author, editor or publisher. This story is not an endorsement of the sexual habits or practices described within. Please continue reading ONLY IF YOU'RE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE and reading this story does not break any kind of law in your community, city, state or country. ***** Editor's Note: I did not write this story. I've merely edited it to clean up errors in formatting, spelling, punctuation and grammar. If known, the author is credited. Copyright remains with the author and any copyright notices along with last known contact information for the author is included if available. As with most of us who post here, I welcome and appreciate your comments. You may reply to me privately by sending email to editor@nym.alias.net or publically by posting to the alt.sex.stories.d newsgroup. Please do not followup to this post in this newsgroup. It's inappropriate here and I'll likely not see it. Thank you and happy reading! ***** ADOPTED LOVER I'm 32, single (actually, divorced for 10 years) and childless. All my friends have kids and I'm sort of an adopted uncle to a lot of them. No, nothing sexual. But I do love interacting with kids of almost any age. That's why I've decided to look into adoption. Not too easy, being a single male. Then I find out about 'special' kids, handicapped, deformed in some way, needing special attention. My profession brings me 7 figures a year. No problem. The first time I see her picture I fall in love. A 6 year old Russian orphan, born with a cleft lip and palate. Only the lip has had surgery, and it looks like it's been done by a butcher. It left an ugly scar, and her upper lip pulled slightly up. Her palate was still open. She'd require several more surgeries to look even OK and be functional. But she has the most beautiful eyes, short blond hair, slender, little girl body and a sweet smile despite her lip. I could easily afford to help her, and look forward to learning to communicate with her, showing her the joy of our country. 10 months and 10,000 dollars later, the exit visa and adoption are approved. I stand in the airport, scared. I am to meet little Ranya, accompanied by a Russian social worker for the introduction. Tomorrow we will go to the local social service agency to finalize the legal procedures and arrange for special classes. The doors open and passengers disembark. The last ones off the plane are a large lady and a petite little girl, looking scared and shy, covering her mouth. Now 7 years old, Ranya looks so sweet and innocent in her little shorts and T-shirt. The Russian lady and I recognize each other at the same time. As we approach, Ranya tries to hide behind her. "Mr. Smith?" the lady inquires. "Yes," I answer. We smile at each other, shaking hands. The lady extends her arm around Ranya, gently moving her to the front. "This is Ranya," she tells me. I see those beautiful eyes staring up at me, the lower part of her face hidden by a teddy bear. I smile broadly at her, kneeling down. "Hello, Ranya." Her eyes drop, then look back up at me again apprehensively. I reach over to her, gently brushing her bangs from her eyes. "Hello," she answers, her English slight and accented. I smile at her. "I'm glad you're finally here," I tell her. "I've been waiting a long time to meet you. I think you're going to like it here." Loosening up a bit, Ranya comes closer to me. The Russian lady translates what I've just said. "Thank you," Ranya says shyly. I reach up, slowly lowering her hand and its teddy bear. Ranya looks down, trying to avoid my gaze. I cup her chin and bring her head back up. "You're a very pretty girl, Ranya, and we're going to do everything we can to fix this little problem," I say as my fingertip strokes her lip. My words are translated again, provoking a bashful smile from the child. I smile back at her, leaning over to kiss her cheek. After some airport and government paperwork are completed, Ranya and I walk to my car. Her eyes brighten as she sees it. It's a shiny American sports car, nothing like she's seen at home. As we cruise down the road toward home, her eyes widen and she moans "Ohhhhhhhhh....." repeatedly at the new sights. At home, I show her to her room, decorated by a professional in what I assume little girls like. She's absolutely thrilled, having lived in a Russian orphanage since she was a year old. To have her own room! Even her own bed! She wraps her arms around me and squeals in delight before bouncing on her bed. On a tour of the house, it's obvious she's never seen a microwave, a Mr Coffee, a large two door refrigerator crammed with food, a 27 inch TV, a large walk in shower. When she sees my king size bed she's in awe that one person can have so much room just for themselves. That evening, I cook a good old fashioned hamburger and corn on the cob feast on the grill. Ranya loves the food! We talk, her in her halting English, me with no Russian to speak of, but we get our ideas across. Tomorrow we can talk with a translator, telling each other more. After dinner we sit on the couch watching some TV. After awhile little Ranya stands, sits on my lap, her head on my chest. I hug her to me a bit, then just enjoy her company. My child. Mine! At 9 o'clock, I tell her it's bath and bed time. I take her to the bathroom, showing her how to work everything in the huge walk-in shower. I show her where the hamper is, and close the door as I leave. I hear the shower run for a long time, certain she's enjoying it very much. After a good 20 minutes, the water is turned off. Minutes later, the door opens and Ranya runs out, jumping into my lap, dry but naked! Needless to say I'm caught off guard. I've never seen any of my friends' kids naked much beyond age three! Ranya wraps her arms around me, hugging me tight. I put my arms around her slim naked body. She feels so soft and warm after her long shower, and she smells so fresh. Her legs are spread a bit on my lap and I can see her bald little pussy. She sits up and smiles at me. I can see her flat chest and her little girl nipples. I smile back at her. I notice a movement in my crotch, my cock is growing. I can't believe this! I've never been turned on by a child before! Shocked and wanting this to end, I pick Ranya up in my arms and carry her to her room, standing her on her bed. I turn and open her bureau, getting the pajamas I had bought for her. As I turn back, I can see her full naked little body, so slender one hand could almost wrap around one sweet little thigh. I open the bottom PJ shorts for her as she steps into them, watching her pussy as she does. I pull them up, my hand touching her smooth skin, her thighs, her ass, as I do. I hold her shirt for her, watching as she raises her arms, slipping it over her head, her tiny nipples stretched. Once she is dressed, I grab her ankles, causing her to fall to the bed, both of us laughing. I help her under the covers, holding her to me as we talk a little more. Then I say good night. I switch off her light and leave her room. That night, in the shower, I can't get her sweet juvenile body off my mind. As my soapy hand strokes my hard cock I think of her. My climax builds to the point of explosion, my cum rocketing from my cock in spasm after joyous spasm. Later, in bed, I'm shocked at my reaction. Ranya is now my daughter. I swear to myself that I will never touch her. Over the next few weeks, as we become acquainted and Ranya quickly picks up English, I discover that she is not shy about her body. We go clothes shopping. At home she insists on modeling all her new things for me. She undresses and changes into each outfit right in the living room in front of me. Finally she comes to her new underwear. Topless, she slips off her panties and steps into her new Strawberry Shortcake pair. She struts around, even shaking her little ass at me, smiling. She strips again, changing into each of the dozen pair, one after the other. Each time, I get a good look at her sweet cunt or her rounded ass. Several times I pass by the bathroom and the door is open while Ranya is on the toilet peeing or otherwise. Almost every night she undresses in her bedroom then walks naked to take her shower, leaving the door open. She dries off and walks naked back to her room for her Pjs before coming to sit on my lap for a while before bed. A couple of times she opens the door and walks in on me in the bathroom while I am peeing or showering. I try to take all of this in stride, to make nothing of it. But I jack off a lot in the shower and in bed. One night, maybe 3 months after Ranya's arrival, we have a tremendous thunderstorm in the middle of the night, the first of the season. I wake to find Ranya in my bed, lying on the covers close to me, scared and shivering. I lift the covers for her to get under. She snuggles close, holding onto me as the lightening and thunder clash, squeezing tight at each loud boom. Her soft face presses into my bare chest, since I sleep only in jockeys. Eventually she falls asleep, reassured. I sleep too. Near morning, I wake to an unexpected sensation. Ranya is lying next to me, one leg over my thigh. Her hand is over my jockeys, gently caressing my cock through the fabric. The feeling is electrifying! I should stop her, but feign sleep instead. Under her ministrations, my cock slowly gets harder. Her hand slides up, then down under the elastic of my shorts, to rest on my cock itself. She rubs my hardening shaft, then slips her little hand between my legs to gently stroke my sack and balls. Her small fingers have every nerve in my body tingling! I feel her tongue lick my nipple, then her mouth suck it in, massaging it like a nursing baby. A few minutes later, her hand leaves my cock as she slowly sits up, pulling the covers back. I think she still thinks I'm asleep. Her hands grasp the elastic of my jockeys and she slowly, carefully, slips them down past my cock, and off, my cock standing straight up, rigid. One small hand wraps around it, stroking my shaft slowly. I gasp aloud, unable to fake sleep anymore, as her warm wet mouth sucks my cock head in, her tongue licking it. I raise my head to watch this little girl suck my cock. She lifts her head, smiles at me, lowers her mouth again to my rod, and resumes sucking me slowly, lovingly. Ranya stops and sits up, removing her PJ top, then her bottoms. She pushes my legs together, then straddles me, moving upward. Her pussy comes to rest against my cock, pressing it up to my abdomen. Her hips move to and fro, my cock slipping between her cunny lips, soft and velvety inside, her saliva making everything slippery and smooth. Her hands are on my chest, her fingers caressing my nipples as her cunt masturbates my cock. She feels me tense, my climax building. She stops moving, sitting back again. She takes my cock in her hand and guides it to her pussy hole. She lowers her body onto me, my cock penetrating her girl vagina smoothly. Impaled, she rocks back and forth, her tight cunt grasping my cock. She bends lower, her clit now pressing against me as she moves. We are both panting, moving together, as this wonderful 7 year old fucks me. Just the sight of her and the very idea, plus her tight twat, makes me cum in a minute, my cock spasming inside her vagina, filling her with my jism. As the last spurts shoot into her body, she arches back, crying out as her own orgasm rushes through her, her small vagina grabbing and releasing me in waves. She collapses onto me, my cock still inside. I hug her to me, feeling her young nakedness and her heated cunt. My cock slowly softens, slipping from between her pussy lips. I feel my warm cum dribble out of her and onto my cock and balls. After a moment she slides down my body and licks my cum off me, swallowing it all. I pull her down on top of me. I caress her back, her rounded youthful ass, her silky smooth thighs. We kiss. She asks me if she did good. "Yeah, baby," I tell her, "you did better than good. The best!" She smiles at me and kisses me again. Her lips are so soft, despite the small deformity and the scar. As we talk during the next few days, I discover that little Ranya had been initiated into sex at around age 3 by older boys at the orphanage. By age 5, she had been forced to have sex with orphanage personnel and had often been photographed or videotaped sucking cock or fucking another boy or a grown man. She 'earned' extras for this. She thought she 'owed' me sex for what I had done for her. She also thought that I thought she must be very ugly since I had never taken her to bed and fucked her. It took quite a while for her to understand that, far from thinking her ugly, I thought she was the prettiest little girl I'd ever known. She came to understand that sex between kids and adults is a crime here, and that we must keep it secret. That works for both of us. She now knows I love her very much, and love having sex with her. So we now fuck each other out of love, not obligation. Her surgery was a great success. Her palate was closed and the best plastic surgeon in the country repaired her lip. You have to really look close to see the scar at all. Ranya is 12 now, and we've slept together for 5 years. I've watched as her little breasts have grown to perfect firm soft mounds with large red nipples, and as her pussy has sprouted thin blond hair. I've shown her how to use tampons, inserting the first one into her sweet vagina for her. She's on the pill, so she won't get pregnant, and promises to marry me when she turns 16. I'd like that, but don't really count on it. She's the best lover, the best cocksucker, the best fucker I've known. If she stays with me that would be the fulfillment of a dream. If not, well, there are other 'special' kids that need a home......... ------------------------------------------------------------------ an220822@anon.penet.fi -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----