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From: "Simple Man" <Simple@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Uncommon Lust" Simple Man (Mg/G, cons, rom)
Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2003 19:10:06 -0400
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Uncommon Lust

{ASSM} (Mg/G, cons, rom)



By Simple Man (C)2003





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This story is fiction, any resemblance to persons either living or dead are
a coincidence.  This story also suggests a relationship between a little
girl and a much older man.  Should this sort of story content bother you,
please do not read it and avoid any stories written by me.

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     He looks like a nice old man.  He looks kind too.  Any man who would
sit on the park bench and feed the birds just had to be a nice man, and I
needed help.  I watched him for awhile and figured he must be alone.  I
walked over and sat next to him, scared to death.  He turned and smiled at
me and just kept on feeding the birds.  We didn't speak, it would not have
been any good anyway, I didn't speak English and I don't think he could
speak Russian.  I had heard stories about American men and how they wanted
little girls like me for sex, and I was no stranger to sex either.  The
orphanage where I grew up expected me to service the men in payment for my
keep, all the girls had to do this and there were no boys.

I was just turning twelve when I ran away and sneaked onto a cargo boat and
hid among the boxes.  Three weeks later the boat stopped and I looked out at
the biggest statue I had ever seen, it was all green and held aloft a torch,
I was in Amerika.  I walked around for days, hungry, cold at night and alone
in a place I could not even understand.  I could not read the writing or
understand the words, and now in this park I was sitting next to a nice old
man prepared to do anything if he would just take me home with him.  Finally
I spoke.

     ENGLISH TRANSLATION

     "Hello, my name is Natasha and I come from Russia to this Amerika to
find a new home.  You like birds?"

     I turned around and sat facing this pretty child, her Russian voice
clearly foreign.  Just then an old woman with a large worn out shopping bag
sat down on the next bench to rest her weary bones.  Setting the bag next to
her on the bench, she spoke.

     "She said hello and that her name is Natasha and whether you liked
birds."

The woman then spoke to the child and there was a rapid discourse that I
could never hope to follow.  The old woman reached into her bag and withdrew
a well worn book, handing to the child.

     "I will save her the effort of looking up every word; she is an orphan
having just arrived illegally in this country from the Soviet Union.  She is
hungry and wants you to take her home with you and feed her and love her.
She will work hard for you in return and not cause you any trouble.  Seems
to me like you just inherited a granddaughter, please take care of her, she
has had a rough life."

     With that the old woman stood up, patted the girl on her head, and
walked away.  Over her shoulder she told me that the child needed a bath
too.  Natasha had her little arm hooked with mine and I sensed it was time
to go.  As I stood up the flurry of birds filled the air in New York's
Central Park.

     My condo was an absolute wonder for the little girl and as Manfred, my
Black Labrador sniffed her crotch she gleefully petted him and they were
fast friends.  She looked and walked around my home in awe and I suspect she
had come from much poorer surroundings; it would be weeks before I new the
truth.  First order of business, however, was to feed this little waif and
then get her a bath as she was a little ripe.  Now I am a confirmed bachelor
and have been all my life.  I just did not see the need to get married and
have rug rats all over the place underfoot.  But now in my life, the idea of
caring for a little girl appealed to me partly because she needed me and
partly because I wanted to be of help and it did not hurt one bit that she
was very pretty.

Wolfing down the food with both hands I stopped her and made her slow down,
she finished eating at a more leisurely pace afterward.  It was only a ham
and cheese sandwich lightly browned with butter in a skillet, but to her it
was the food of kings and her mustache of milk made her look even younger
that she really was.  Leaving the dishes for later, I took her hand and led
her into the master bedroom and the bath.  Kneeling down in front of her I
unbuttoned her dress and it fell away from her.  Aside from her well worn
shoes, she now stood naked in front of me.  Her body was completely hairless
and her vaginal area was swollen and bruised as was her rectum.  She had
been violated harshly and I was very upset over this.  I got up and kissed
her on her cheek and started her bath. Pouring in some bubble bath, there
was soon a big mound of bubbles and a look of wonder in the child's eyes.
When the tub was filled enough I turned off the water and untied her shoes,
carefully lifting her dainty feet from each one.

She held up her arms for me to pick her up and when I did she nuzzled her
face against my neck, and I just stood there for a moment holding this
little naked girl that I could not even talk to.  She was unbelievably soft
and I finally placed her in among the bubbles.  I was about to leave the
bathroom and let her bathe, but she grabbed my hand and held out the
washcloth, she wanted me to bathe her.  I then realized she wanted me in a
way that she needed, not what I needed or wanted.  She was making every
effort to cling to me for safety for love, and again I suspect she has never
had any of this before.  It did not matter to her that I was old enough to
be her grandfather, and holding the washcloth out to me, she was saying
touch me, feel me, love me.

     He took the washcloth from me and knelt down next to the tub.  I wanted
him to feel my body all he wanted. I had no other way to pay him back for
taking me in.  He was plainly nervous about touching me and I guess he had
just never been around little girls before.  Gosh, if my sister could just
see me now, she would be so happy for me.  She was way up in Heaven now with
papa.

     I lathered up the washcloth and began on her back and shoulders, the
child leaned into my touch, enjoying this intimate bath.  I had her stand up
as I washed her tummy and chest; she had puffy nipples that stood out proud
to be rubbed.  Next I began to carefully wash her vaginal area and she was
certainly no virgin any longer, her entrance was large and I wondered just
how many times she had been taken like that.

At last, all cleaned up and dried, her hair glistened with youth, and she
was now fresh and young, and still naked.  I fished out a new t-shirt and
had her put it on.  It covered her nicely.  I drained the tub and cleaned
things up, while Natasha cleaned up the kitchen.  I plopped down in my
favorite chair, reached for the remote and tuned in CNN for the news.
Natasha crawled into my lap with the book the old woman gave her and worked
hard to build her first English words.  I rubbed her soft legs and thighs
and she was contented and soon asleep.  I took her into my guest room, now
her room, and put her to bed, but I could not resist kissing her on her
lips, even asleep it was wonderful.

Sitting there on the bed, watching her sleep, I could not help but notice
that she was lovely and her smooth skin was radiant, alive with youth.  The
soft puffy nipples on her chest were rising up and down with her breathing
and I had the strangest desire to kiss them.  I really did not need anyone
else in my life, but she did, and that was all that mattered to me.  I would
take care of her, teach her, and yes, even love her, I had no other choice.
Her soft hair flowed across her shoulders like goblins, indeed, I found her
both beautiful and sexy as she lay there sleeping.

Something kept nagging me.  It was what the old bag woman had said,
"illegally in this country", and I wondered how I could make this problem go
away.  Immigration laws were tighter than ever, and being an American, well,
you just never thought about it much if at all.  I was thinking about it
now, however, and left my sleeping princess lay in her slumber as I went to
the phone in my study.

   "Katie!  I need some advice, no actually, your help."

    Katie Waring was my attorney and a life long friend.  She was still
practicing law, but only a few days each week.  I remembered her tiny
visage, for she was a small woman, petite and wholesome like morning on the
farm.  If there was ever a woman I might want for a wife, Katie was that
woman.  I told what had happened and the mother in her came fully to the
forefront of her mind.

     "Stan, I'll be right over!"

Katie had never married, and I knew there was a story left untold.  Maybe
one day she would tell me, if not then it really didn't matter much, but she
was still pretty as ever.  There was that one night, however, on the train
back from Boston when our eyes met and time seemed to stop, a single kiss,
not the Earth shattering kind, a simple kiss from the heart.  I desperately
wanted to remain single, and she understood.  It was a moment we both needed
and then forgot as we went about our single lives.  Now, she was coming over
to see me and talk and the old feelings were coming back.

     The woman standing before me now looked crisp and downright sensuous,
her small frame, the cleavage, soft eyes that could look directly into your
soul, and oh those legs.  She smiled and just let me stare, enjoying the
interest, the only man she ever loved, his pleasure.

     "Same old Stan, you like to look, don't you?"

     "When the package looks like this, what else can I do?"

     Katie smiled and I wondered why we were not married, but I kept that to
myself, no point after all these years.  Still, if you liked smaller women,
Katie was built for love and it just did not get better than this.  Her 30
year old body could light up a room like nothing else.  She blushed; I had
been staring too long.  She dropped her handbag on the sofa and moved into
my arms, her body was visibly shaking as I hugged her, her head resting
against my chest.  What I wanted to do just then is not fit to print.
Suffice it to say that long ago leftover passion came back again and this
time it was not to be denied.

Katie rested on my chest, her body naked as mine was, her small but ample
breasts pressed against me, it was our first time and it was as good as it
ever gets.  I was surprised though, she was cleanly shaved and as hairless
as Natasha and that pleased me.  Her strong musky scent was that of a woman'
s and I found it worthy of Katie in every way.  Her blonde hair was equally
soft and loose, allowing my fingers to drift through it and savor the taste
of it on my lips.  This woman I have avoided most of my life, jerked and
woke up.  Our lips met and something was changing the very way our lives had
been headed.



On Hold for now, while I finish "The Birthday".



SM

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