Date: Tue, 17 May 2011 11:08:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adopted Daughter (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, F/g, F/Fg)

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                 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.



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