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Authors name: Anonymous Author
Story title : ADOPTED LOVER
(c) Copyright to 'Anonymous Author' March 1999
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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. 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
or deformed in some way, needing special attention. My
profession brings me 7 figures a year. No problem.
The first time I saw her picture I fell in love. A 6-
year-old Russian orphan, born with a cleft palate. Only
the lip had had surgery, and it looked like it had been
done by a butcher. The surgery had left an ugly scar,
and her upper lip pulled slightly up. Her palate was
still open. She would require several more surgeries
to look even normal.
But she had 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 looked
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'm standing 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 she ap-
proaches, 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."
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 apprehensive-
ly. 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 every-
thing 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 com-
pleted, 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 "Oh..."
repeatedly at the new sights.
At home, I show her to her room, decorated by a profes-
sional, in what I assume little girls like. She's
absolutely thrilled, having lived in a Russian orphan-
age 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 to
each other. 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, then 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
good. 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, and notice a movement in
my crotch, my cock is growing. I can't believe this!
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 of my hands
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
little bottom, 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, switching 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 me 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, and back 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 undies. 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 can't believe the feelings that this beautiful
little girl is causing me experience.
At other times I stumble upon her in the most intimate
of action, causing her no embarrassment at all.
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 find myself beginning to jack off a lot in
the shower and in bed.
One night almost 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 bare cock itself. She rubs my
hardened shaft, then slips her little hand between my
legs to gently stroke my 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 around and around the shaft.
I raise my head to watch this little girl sucking my
cock. She lifts her head, smiles at me, lowers her
mouth again to my rod, and resumes sucking me slowly,
lovingly, her eyes are shining.
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
against my abdomen. Her hips move to and fro, my cock
slipping between her delicate little cunny lips, soft
and velvety inside, her saliva making everything slip-
pery and smooth. Her hands are on my chest, her
fingers caressing my nipples as her little cunt mas-
turbates my cock.
She feels me tense, my climax building, and stops
moving, sitting back again. To my amazement little
Ranya takes my big cock in her small hand and guides
it to her tiny pussy hole.
My heart begins to pound within my chest as the little
girl lowers her body onto me, my cock penetrating her
little girl vagina smoothly.
Impaled, she rocks back and forth, her tight cunt
grasping my cock. She bends lower, her clit now pres-
sing against me as she moves. We are both panting,
moving together, as this wonderful 7-year-old fucks
my brains out.
Just the sight of her and the very idea, plus her tight
little twat, makes me cum in less than a minute. My
cock spasming inside her, filling her with my jism. As
the last spurts shoot into her body, looks down on me
with her radiant face -- like an angel, I hug her to me
, feeling her young nakedness and her heated cunt.
After a time my cock slowly softens, slipping from
between her sweet little pussy lips. I feel my warm
cum dribble out of her and onto my balls. After a
moment she slides down my body and starts to licks my
cum off me, I can't believe that this is happening,
I'm almost in a daze.
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. "Yes sweetheart,"
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 discovered 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 orphan-
age 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 she now
fucks me 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-years-old now, and we've made love to each
other 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
now, 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 cock-
sucker, the best fucker I've ever known.
If she stays with me that would be the fulfillment of
a dream. If not, well, there are other 'special' kids
out there that need a home...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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