Date: Tue, 17 May 2011 11:08:43 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Adopted Daughter (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, F/g, F/Fg) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women and girls. 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 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Adopted Daughter By Jan One of the advantages of having enough money to be included in the 'Fortune Five-Hundred' is your ability to do just about anything you want. I had married into a moneyed family. My husband had married me to dispel the rumors about his being gay. Of course he was a howling queen. He knew about my sexual preferences too. He died of a heart attack by the age of 45. I inherited everything, so now I'm free to play the bereaved widow, and pursue my favorite personal fetish, seducing young attractive girls. I have connections with an old established Catholic Girls Orphanage and Boarding School. The Mother Superior and I are old friends. She and I went to school together in that very orphanage. We had been introduced to sex by the same nun, when we were very young girls. That was the beginning of our lifelong friendship and mutual interest in seducing young innocent girls. Mother Anglia knew my tastes, and whenever a girl came into the orphanage that she recognized that I would love to get my hands on, she would make an appointment for me to come to the facility to check the young girl out. One cold and rainy afternoon the phone rang. I recognized the number as that of Mother Anglia's cell phone. Whenever she called, it was either to come to the orphanage to party with some lovely girls or teenagers, or there was a young girl that had just become a ward of the church, that she knew I would love to meet. Sure enough Mother Superior said excitedly, "Helen, we just got a little delicacy ripe for picking." I quickly changed clothes, and pulled out my little Porsche 912, because it was sporty enough without drawing too much attention. I scooted over to the orphanage right away. When I pulled into the parking lot, I had to make a mad dash to get out of the rain. As I pulled into the lot I had seen Mother Anglia, standing under the protection of the covered entrance to the administrative building. Even though the church had relaxed the dress codes for nuns, Mother Angelia preferred the traditional habit of the Dominican Order. I always wondered how many of her nuns knew that she always went commando under her heavy black robes. I speculated that she might have opted for the warmth of pantyhose today. When I was safely under cover, we kissed as we greeted each other. Mother Angelia escorted me into the building arm in arm. She was telling me that the new girl was just perfect for me. She was too old for couples looking to adopt the perfect baby. She is a fourth grader and 10-years-old. She didn't want to spoil our meeting by telling me too much about her. All she would tell me was that her name was Esperanza. I assumed and asked, "I take it she is Hispanic then?" Mother Angelia beamed, "She is Spanish, and Esperanza is Spanish for hope!" We headed for the gymnasium. Because of the rain the girls had to play indoors that day. There was the entire fourth grade class in the gym. They were playing basketball. We climbed to the top row of the bleachers to watch the girls playing. As we sat down, I was scanning the court for the girl Mother Angelia had brought me to check out. Based on her name, I was looking for a brown skinned girl. I was puzzled because I didn't see any dark skinned girl that Mother Angelia would single out as the perfect girl for me. After a suitable amount of time, Angelia softly said, "Look at the girl standing at the top of the key!" When I spotted the girl she had singled out, I couldn't believe that she was Spanish. She was a brunette, with creamy white skin, with visible freckles across her nose. True, she was the kind of girl that makes my panties wet, but I would have never suspected that she was Spanish. Mother Angelia leaned close to me before she informed me, "She is a Castilian. I knew that meant she was from the northwestern portion of Spain that had resisted invasion of Moors and retained their European Catholic heritage. Angelia told me that her parents had been killed in a private plane crash. There was no immediate family. The life insurance was in trust for her until she turns twenty-one. I was excited about meeting her. Anglia and I followed them after the class to the locker room, and watched the girls showering before getting dressed in their uniforms for their next class. I was impressed with Esperanza's beautiful body. Her skin was unblemished, except for one little brown birthmark on her right butt cheek. I have always been enamored with young girl's hairless pubic bulge. Her body was undeveloped, but I could tell that it would not be long before she would be sporting magnificent breasts. Just watching her shower was enough to make my panties wet. Mother Anglia called aside the nun supervising the group, and told her to send Esperanza to her office. The nun smiled, knowingly and said, "Right away, Mother!" Angelia and I headed for her office, without waiting for the girls to get dressed. I didn't want Esperanza to meet me from a position of authority at all. I wanted her to look upon me as a friend. I asked Angelia if I could wait for them in her private library. Angelia understood my feelings and agreed. She waited for Esperanza's arrival. Upon her arrival Angelia greeted her like a mother hen, and assured her that she was not in trouble at all. She just had a friend that would like to meet her. She brought Esperanza to her private quarters, where I was sitting on her sofa nervously thumbing through a magazine while waiting for them to arrive. I stood up when they entered. I was so enamored with this charming young girl standing there dressed in the typical school uniform, which consisted of navy blue sweater over a white blouse with string tie, white knee high stockings, and a pleated skirt made from the Johnston tartan, a light blue plaid with a little green in the background divided by narrow strips of very subtle yellow and dark blue. I must say she was absolutely charming. There was just enough thigh showing to remind me what her naked body looked like. Mother Angelia introduced us, and asked Esperanza if she would like being excused from school for the day to visit with me. Esperanza jumped at the opportunity to skip school. Angelia excused herself to get back to other duties while we got to know each other better, before she left us alone. I invited her to sit on the sofa next to me while we talked. I tucked one leg under me so that I was turned a quarter, almost facing her. I wanted to study her face while we talked. I wanted to read her reaction to questions. The face reveals how they feel better than the spoken words. You can detect embarrassment, anger, shyness, revulsion, and acceptance no matter what they say. Young girls have not learned how to hide their feeling. I asked her questions about what she liked to do. Like so many young girls, she was fascinated with horses. She had ridden horses at a stable that rented horses before. Her biggest wish was to someday have a horse of her own. I told her that I had a stable of my own with several horses. I could see that she was very excited at the prospect of seeing my horses. I offered to allow her to see them, but suggested that considering the weather that we postpone going for a ride until the weather was better. I wanted to find out if she had any idea about sex, in such a way as not to alert her defenses. I didn't want her to suspect my desires until I was sure she was ready to accept my advances. I asked her how she like living among so many girls. She expressed her dislike of not having her own room and bathroom anymore. She didn't like sleeping in a room with so many other girls. Her answers revealed the fact that she missed her family, and longed for a stable family life. She was disturbed by being thrust into the completely foreign situation of living in an orphanage, where there was no privacy. She had never had to lock up her belongings to protect them. I asked subtle questions about her feeling about having to change clothes in front of other girls. I could tell by her face that she was fascinated by the sight of the physical development of the girls that were entering puberty. She was looking forward to the day she would have breasts. I was learning enough about her to know that she was ripe for my plucking. I asked her if she would like to have lunch with me, and see my horses. She was so excited she practically jumped up and led the way. I let Angelia know I was taking Esperanza with me for the afternoon, before we ran to my car. I took her to a Marie Callender's. I figured she would love to get something less boring that the food offered at the school. She loved getting to eat a greasy hamburger again and a decadently sweet pie. Then I took her home with me. She was overwhelmed with my home. It was bigger than the orphanage. She was impressed that I had all of that space just for myself. After showing her around my house I took her for a ride in my car to my stables, because they had been located far enough away, so that the odors would not carry to the house. Everything was overwhelmingly impressive to the 10-year-old girl. I had the stable hand help her up on one of the bareback horses. She had no appreciation of the difference between Arabia, Morgan, Tennessee Walkers, and Western Quarter horses, but she recognized their beauty. Being a young girl, of course she was drawn to a palomino quarter horse. She loves stroking the long blond mane and tail. I promised her that someday we would go riding together. I let her sit on the back of the horse long enough to ensure that her crotch would be sore when she got down. It amused me the way she waddled as we walked back to the car. When we got back to the house I offered to apply lotion to her, to relive the pain. She allowed me to remove her panties, and lay her on a recliner in my bedroom. I used a soothing lotion to her hairless crotch and rubbed it in. I made sure to rub her vulva enough to stimulate her clit. I could tell when her ligaments and muscles relaxed, but I continued rubbing her vulva to stimulate her. I brought her right to the brink of a climax before stopping. Esperanza moaned her disappointment, with my disruption of my administrations of her pleasure. She just didn't know how to express her wishes. I called Mother Angelia to ask if Esperanza could spend the night with me, while Esperanza put her panties back on. Of course I had permission and was blessed with a wish that the girl pleased me. My cook made a delicious dinner for us that evening. When it was bedtime I invited Esperanza to sleep in my bed, rather than put her in a guest room. Esperanza expressed her feelings of regret over not being able to sleep with her mother anymore, when she was sick or upset. I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms and smothering her between my breasts as I kissed her delicate face. I wanted to make my best impression on this charming girl. I allowed her to watch me undress and put on the sexiest nightgown I had. I wanted to show off my body for her benefit. I don't want to sound like I'm bragging, but I was an attractive woman. It had been my looks and intelligence that had made me an acceptable to the elite. I am a tall woman at five-foot nine. I must say that I still have a figure good enough to be a professional model. My hair is a chestnut color, arresting blue gray eyes. A lot of people proclaim my eyes as my best feature. While undressing I allowed Esperanza plenty of time to study what my breasts looked like, before I removed my panties, and made sure she got a good look at my cunt. I even turned around to pick up my underwear to present my butt to her. I knew she would be able to see my asshole and vulva from behind. I watched her face in the mirror to ensure she was properly fascinated with my body. I could tell that she was fascinated with my naked body, before I put on the gossamer nightgown. I didn't offer Esperanza a nightgown, because I wanted to see her naked body. I even helped her take off her clothes. I was amused because she didn't have on the mandatory modesty slip. All she had on after I removed her uniform was those hideous cheap cotton underpants. They sagged in the back like she had a load in them. I made a mental note to buy her plenty of more attractive panties that would not offend the more conservative nuns. I love satin sheets and pillowcases because they don't mess up my hair, and they feel so smooth. You can also slip around easier. When I got in bed I held up the covers as an invitation for her to get in bed with me. Her body was warm as she cuddled up against me. I lowered the covers over us, and rested my hand around her waist. I pulled her little body tightly against my body. I loved the fresh smell of her un-perfumed body and hair. I pulled her hair way from her neck and kissed it. There was no resistance from her. She even turned her head toward me, and returned my kiss. That empowered me to grow bolder. I started rubbing her body. I could tell that when I touched her little nipples that it tickled her a lot. She didn't try to stop me from playing with her nipples though. Her breathing just got more ragged. When I slid my hand down her body until I was cupping her vulva, Esperanza placed her hand on top of mine. I thought she was about to pull my hand away, but she pressed my hand tightly against her pussy. I slipped a finger between her outer and inner labia until I found her little nub. Her breathing became more ragged, as I gently toyed with her clit. I masturbated her until she had a charming climax. While she was recovering I kissed her mouth as passionately as I could. She responded to my every desire for access to her mouth and body. I told her that I wanted to give her the ultimate kiss. She may not have completely understood what that meant, but she was ready for anything. I moved down the slippery sheets to get between her slender legs. I used my hands to spread her little vagina. I felt her quiver when she felt my breath on her inner labia. The moment she felt my tongue touch her flesh, she could not hold her butt still. She was moving around as much as I was moving my head and tongue around. The result was that she experienced at least three climaxes before she fainted. Her body was quivering like a fish out of water for awhile. I let her recover before I moved back up her body on top of her, so that I could kiss her again. If she didn't like the smell and taste of her own slimy juice there was no telling, because I was holding her head still with my hands. I swear that she also experienced another climax while I was kissing her. I knew that she was mine. I could teach her to do anything I wanted. Esperanza didn't have to be asked to return my affections in like kind. She started feeling and kissing my breasts. I let her play with them as much and as long as she liked. Making love to her had made me horny and wet. While I lay there on my back allowing this delicious child to suck on my tits, I became aware of the smell of my own pussy. I was sure Esperanza smelled it too. I took hold of one of her hands, and pulled it down to my bush. Esperanza commented, "Helen, your hair is so wet!" I assured her that it was because of her. She continued to stroke my hair. The longer she rubbed, the wetter I got. When she ventured sticking a finger between my labia, she found out just how slippery I was. She played with me as I had just taught. She started adding fingers until she tested just how much of her hand she could get into my pussy. It surprised me as much as her when she got her fist all of the way past her wrist. She accidently discovered how to fist fuck a woman. Poor little Esperanza tried to withdraw her hand when I started screaming, "GAWD, Damned, FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARDER!" The thought she had hurt me. I had to grab my upper arm and pull her fist back into my sopping wet cunt. Apparently she had never heard anyone shouting obscenities in a state of excitement before. I was sure I was the perfect teacher for this captivating little girl. When I recovered from my climax, I could not let it go with that. I could just about eat her alive. I allowed her to wipe my juices off on my inner thighs, before I continued demonstrating the ways females could please each other. I kissed her very sweetly and passionately for a long time. The longer I flirted with her the more excited she became. Just when she thought I was going to eat her pussy again, I turned her over on to her tummy. I began stroking her back and kissing her body. When I worked my way down to that sweet little bubble butt, I massaged and kissed that little round birthmark, before parting her behind to study her asshole. She didn't suspect that I was about to lick her asshole, much less try and stick my tongue into her asshole. Her butt jerked when my tongue touched her little puckered ring. I did love the smell of her asshole, mixed with the aroma of her young pussy juices. She found out girls can cum from asshole stimulation. At that point I figured it was time to let her fall asleep. We hugged and kissed until we fell asleep. The next morning the phone woke us up. It was Mother Superior Angelia. She asked, "Well, how did it go?" I laughed, "You know damned well I couldn't resist her! So, why don't you get your nasty old ass over here and join us?" I was looking at Esperanza while talking. I saw the look on her face. She had that look like she was hurt that I was inviting someone over. It was obvious that she was in love with me, and wanted me to herself. Her eyes were pleading with me to change my mind. I stroked her bare arm and hung up the phone. I took her into my arms and assured her that I loved her. I told her that I wanted to adopt her. She clung to me and started crying, with great sobs. Her tears were soaking my tits. I assured her that Mother Angelia and I had been together in that very orphanage, and we were like sisters. We had shared everything. I explained that Angelia would help us with the adoption. She would be like a loving aunt to her. We just put on house robes. She had on one of mine. It was a Shorty, but on her it hung almost to her ankles. We had to roll the sleeves to the elbows just to be able to see her hands. I picked up the phone, and pushed the number for the cook. I told her to cook breakfast for three. Esperanza and I washed our faces, peed and brushed our teeth in my bathroom. We didn't have long to wait before we heard the crunch of car tires on the gravel driveway. We greeted Mother at the door. She was all aglow in a freshly pressed habit. She did love the theatrical effect her wardrobe had on anyone that gave a shit about her calling. When I greeted her, the kiss I planted on her mouth was not a casual greeting between friends. I slipped my arm around her waist as I allowed her to say hello to Esperanza. Angelia kissed the girl on the mouth and placed her hand on her head as she blessed her. We made our way to the informal dining room. I have to say my cook out did herself. We stuffed ourselves to the point that we were sleepy afterwards. The morning was going to be clear and sunny. Esperanza reminded me about the promise to take her riding. I invited Angelia to join us. She tried to beg off, because she didn't have appropriate clothes for riding. I laughed, "That's no problem, we were going bareback riding, bareback too!" Esperanza looked shocked but excited at the same time. Angelia was intrigued by the idea. This time I used the spacious sports utility vehicle (SUV) to take us down to the stables. Of course Esperanza selected the palomino. Mother Angelia selected a very gentle red horse with white blaze and stockings. I deliberately selected a black spirited Arabian. We put bridles on them. We disrobed in the tack room. I had to help Esperanza to get up on the horse. I just had to assist her by putting one hand under her ass and the other under her bent knee to lift her up and onto the back of her horse. I'm sure Esperanza was surprised to see Mother Angelia in the nude. When she removed her cowl and habit, the girl saw that all she had on was crew length stocking and the practical shoes typically worn by nuns. After she had joined the order she kept her hair short, but stopped shaving her underarms and crotch. She had put on weight with age, but was still in pretty good shape. I have to admit that whenever we got together, I did still enjoy making love to her. There is just something so erotic about a woman with hairy pits and a full bush. I gave her a hand up onto her horse too! After I mounted my horse we went for a ride around my estate. I love the feeling of a strong horse between my legs, and the way my tits bounce when I get them into a gallop. It feels so wickedly erotic to ride in the nude. The rubbing of the withers of the horse against my cunt is enough to make me cum. As we rode around the estate I could tell Esperanza was getting off on the withers too. Alas, Angelia was not enjoying the experience. She was not a horse lover. I doubt that she had ever ridden a horse before. She was obviously frightened by the animal. She was hanging on to the mane with a death grip. I felt sorry for her. I deliberately led them to a small pond created by a stream passing through my property. Then I dismounted, and allowed my horse to drink. I knew he would not go far, because he was trained not to wander off when his reins were on the ground. I helped Angelia get off her horse. She immediately started rubbing her crotch, with her legs spread widely. She even waded out into the pond up to her thighs, and started splashing the cold water upon her pussy. Esperanza dismounted on her own. She was feeling the strain of gripping the sides of the horse with her knees again. She also, rubbed her crotch. She jokingly announced, "Helen, I do believe you are going to have to massage the Mother, and me again!" Angelia complained, "I don't think I can wait until we get back to the barn, Helen!" I helped Angelia sit on the back with her feet in the water. I figured she needed help the most, so I started rubbing her hairy crotch. Esperanza impishly decided to get into the act by straddling the nun's head, and squatting over her mouth. Angelia may have been sore, but she was not about to pass up a tasty little cunt. I followed up my massage of her pussy with a tongue bath, while looking up at my childhood best friend eating the pussy of the young girl I had just fallen in love with. When they had both climaxed, we mounted up to return to the stable. While we were making our way back, I asked Angelia if I could adopt Esperanza. She was positively thrilled that I was serious about making a home for this lovely child. I asked Esperanza if she wanted to live with me. She practically jumped from her horse to embrace me. We dropped off the horses to be cared for by the groom, while we got dressed. When we returned to the house Mother Angelia and I discussed the adoption procedure. She assured me that the social worker had hundreds of cases to investigate, it would take time. She told me that the social worker would make a couple of unannounced visits to check on the living conditions. I asked her if I should contact my attorney. She assured me that it would be wise to do so. We also discussed if I intended to have her attend the boarding school or what arrangements I planned for her. I assured her that I wanted her to go to school there, but I wanted her to live with me. Angelia was pleased with that arrangement. For the next few days it was a blur of signing appropriate documents, buying a complete wardrobe for Esperanza, and having the guestroom next to my bedroom converted into an age appropriate bedroom for a young girl. We were having a great time shopping. Since she liked palomino horses, we bought her a palomino pony that was appropriate for her size. I set my landscape architect to work designing a tree house for her to have a place to get away to play by herself when she needed alone time. During all of this activity one day an unmarked state car arrived unannounced. My maid/social secretary welcomed the social worker. Esperanza and I were out shopping, so the maid escorted the woman around and answered all of her questions. When we got home the maid gave us a complete report on the observations the social worker made. Her closing comment was simply, "Could Helen also adopt me?" I eventually had to meet the social worker. She turned out to be very supportive of my plans to adopt Esperanza. With the efforts of my attorney and my friend the Mother Superior my adoption case was settled quickly. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com