Date: Thu, 10 May 2018 11:18:40 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: Foster Care Foster Care By Misty Meadow I hate my life! Okay, you might hear a lot of eleven year old kids saying that, but I have good reason. My life really does suck! My Mum died from an overdose when I was three. I don't remember her at all. No one knew who my dad was, probably not even Mum. Ever since then I've been living in group homes or foster care and believe me, the people who take in foster kids are a collection of scary psychos, most of them. They just do it for the money. I only had one home where I felt safe; an old couple in their seventies who, after just a couple of months, died within a week of each other, throwing me back into the system. My most recent home was the worst. I was savagely abused. He wasn't so bad, being drunk most of the time and the worst he did to me was to put his cock in my mouth whenever she wasn't around. It was easier just to suck him off than to fight him and I'd pretend to swallow, then spit it out later. That I could handle but she was a total fucking bitch. She worked me to death keeping the house clean, and she'd hit me for the slightest infraction, slapping my face really hard or, more often, whipping me with a belt she kept hanging on the back of the kitchen door. There was no way to appease her; I just had to take it. Whenever I'd wet the bed, which was often, she'd make me sleep on the wet sheet. I was reluctant to report their abuse `cos the chances were that my next home would be as bad or worse. Finally I'd had enough and talked, so I was yanked out and put back in a group home. Today I'm going to new foster parents. I'm told they're perfectly suitable, but I've heard that shit before; in the interviews they're all lovey-dovey, sweetness and light, but as soon as we get home it's, "get scrubbing, you little shit". I've met them twice. Paul and Leonie Black, mid thirties, professionals living in a cottage in a small village an hour's drive west of London, no kids of their own. He's quite a hunk with his neatly trimmed goatee beard and she's very smart and classy looking. They were extremely nice to me, but I'm not buying it just yet. Let's see how things work out this time. Maybe I'll get lucky. _____________________________________ I'm collected from the group home by Mrs. Black. Her husband's working and I'll meet him later. During the drive, she tells me she's read my file and knows all about the treatment I've suffered and that now things will be different. They will never, never hit me, she assures me. There won't be any sexual abuse and my household chores will be minimal, like keeping my room tidy and maybe set the table and help with the washing up and stuff. I'll be required to do my homework, which will be supervised closely but other than that there are few rules. "No drugs, no alcohol, no cigarettes, not ever," she says on the drive home. "No stealing and no lying. That's about it. You won't get your own way all the time, but we're pretty relaxed kinda people." "Will I have to go to church on Sundays?" "Definitely not!" she says, emphatically. "Paul and I are atheists. We think all that God stuff is a delusion." This is a huge relief. "My last `Mum' was a religious fanatic," I tell her. "She'd whip me if I used a curse word." "That's terrible! We're a bit different. We use adult language all the time around the house, though in polite company, we rein it in a bit. A few four letter words never hurt anyone. And by the way, call me `Lee' or `Mum', and you can call my husband `Daddy'. He'll like that. I call him `Daddy', too." We arrive at their house, a two story cottage set in a large garden. They have a dog, a big friendly golden retriever who slobbers all over me and sticks his nose in my crotch. I hope they treat me with as much affection. I carry my small suitcase into the house and she shows me upstairs to my room. It has a nice big double bed and a closet that stretches from wall to wall, with mirrored doors. It's the best room I've ever had and I have it all to myself! Awesome! She watches as I unpack and hang up my other dress. My jeans and undies go into the top drawer of the dresser, and that's about it. "First things first, Misty, when did you last take a shower?" "Sunday." This is Friday. "I thought so. Now you can shower every day, as often as you like. There's plenty of hot water. And on the subject of personal hygiene, I think we should throw out all your clothes and buy nice new things. Your undies look distinctly dingy." Suits me. "Okay, let's get undressed and shower. I need one too. Unzip me," she says, turning her back to me. Her dress falls to the floor and she turns back to face me. Her body is like a supermodel, exquisitely slim with amazingly small tits, topped by large nipples. In fact they seem to be more nipple than tit. She pulls her knickers down and I see her bush is cleanly shaved. She watches as I peel my dress off over my head and drag my grubby knickers down. I have no bush at all and my tits have yet to grow. There's a kind of fire in her eyes as she stares at my nakedness. "Oh, my God! You look adorable with nothing on." No one's ever called me that before. She takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. "Bath or shower?" she asks. "Shower." I've never had a real bath in a tub. "You go first," she says, pulling the shower curtain aside for me to step into the tub, then drawing it closed again. I'm glad that she's respecting my privacy. I take my sweet time, unlike in the group home when there'd be a line of shivering naked kids waiting their turn. I use the shampoo to do my hair and scrub my fingernails and for the first time in days I feel nice and clean. I pull the shower curtain open and "Mum" is sitting on the loo, filing her nails. "Oh, that's better!" she gushes. "I like a nice clean girl. Here's a new toothbrush for you." She puts on a shower cap and steps into the tub, leaving the curtain open. I watch as she soaps herself, quite unselfconsciously rubbing suds between her legs. "Soap my back," she says, handing me the soap and facing away from me. I run suds up and down her back and over her nice firm bum. "Thank you, that was nice." I've never touched any of my "mums" in that informal way before. She rinses off, steps out of the tub and I hand her the other bath towel and watch as she dries herself. "Okay, let's go into my bedroom and I'll find you something to wear. You can't wear that old stuff. Daddy would hate it. He's a fanatic about clean underwear." I sit on her bed as she hunts in her underwear drawer for a pair of knickers that'll fit me. They're all too big. She does find a T shirt that'll be long enough on me to pass as a dress. "I suppose you could do without knickers until we go shopping tomorrow, then you can have all the underwear you like, even sexy ones." "I'm just a kid," I point out. "Who said that an eleven year old girl as pretty as you can't wear sexy lingerie? While we're on the subject, you should know that in this house, we're not in the least inhibited about hanging out in just our undies or even naked, especially in this heat wave." "Inhibited?" "Embarrassed. Ashamed. No, we're proud of our bodies, Daddy and I. He also happens to hate pants, for some reason, so the minute he comes home it's off with his trousers. I don't mind a bit, `cos he has a magnificent body. Don't worry, you'll get used to it." As long as he doesn't try to put his cock in my mouth, I think, he can wear whatever the fuck he wants. I put the Tshirt on and it comes down to just below my bum. Yes, it does kinda look like a dress. "Face away from me and bend down," she says. I oblige. "Ooh, better not let Daddy see you like that," she says, laughing. "I can see your little rosebud and your treasure!" I assume she means my arsehole and my twat. "Do you have a pet name for it?" "For my twat? No, it's just a twat." I stand upright. "That's an ugly word. We should call it something prettier. `Flower', perhaps?" "Nah, that sounds too . . . silly." "How about `pussy'?" "Better." "Or, if we want to be really naughty, how about `cunt'? Daddy calls mine a cunt. He likes to talk dirty sometimes." "If I'd called it my cunt at my last place, I'd have been thrashed within an inch of my life." "So, fuck `em! It's your cunt, Misty, and a very nice one it is, too. Sit on the bed. Oh, it's still visible. You'll have to sit with your legs closed if you don't want Daddy to see it, though he might be disappointed. He likes to look at mine. He can stare at it for minutes at a time." "Doesn't bother you?" "No, I like showing off my cunt. In fact, if it'll make you feel more comfortable, I'm not gonna wear knickers either. Isn't this deliciously naughty?" It's all a bit new to me but if she's okay with the knickerless thing, it's fine by me. I don't have anything to hide. "Lie back and lift your knees, yes like that. Let them fall apart." Weird, but what the fuck. She picks up her phone from the dressing table and takes a picture of me. "Smile! Oh, that's perfect. I hope you don't mind. Let's look at what we got." We look at the screen and I have to laugh. I look like a kind of junior porn star, legs spread, deliberately showing off my cunt. "Oh, so fucking sexy!" she gushes. How can I be sexy? I'm only eleven. She puts on a translucent pale pink chemise which doesn't cover her any lower than my T shirt covers me. I can see her nipples through it. "Let's go downstairs. Daddy will be home soon. He's dying to see you again." That's a first. No one's ever died to see me before. _______________________________________ Daddy arrives and after greeting me with an enthusiastic hug, he kisses Mum. "You've grown even prettier since I last saw you," he says. "Boxers or briefs?" "Aren't I supposed to be asking you that question?" "No, you're supposed to guess." I shrug. "Either, I don't care." He takes his pants off, revealing bright blue silk boxers. "I hate pants. Mum probably told you. I read you file, Misty and it seems you were abused by your last foster dad. His behaviour was unforgiveable and I assure you nothing like that'll happen here." "He might at least have asked me before shoving his cock in my mouth." "Consent is everything, isn't it, Mum?" he says. "Absolutely!" She grins. "You always ask before you fuck me." "And you always consent." She grins. "We read about your bed wetting," she says. "It's not gonna be a problem for us. Your mattress has a plastic cover with a fitted sheet over it. If you pee in your sleep, just come and wake us up and we'll pop you in the shower while we make up a clean bed. We'll never be mad at you, after all, it's not something you can control." I'm immensely relieved to hear this. Being punished for bedwetting has been a major part of my miserable life. Finally, someone understands. I spontaneously throw my arms round her and she hugs me. My T shirt must've ridden up at the back because Daddy says, "Ooh, I can see your bum. It's so cute!" He sounds so inoffensive that I look over my shoulder and grin at him. "No knickers, huh?" he says. "Mum ditched them. They were too old. She's gonna buy new ones." "I like girls with no knickers," he says, "like Mum, for instance." "You can look, but you can't touch," I warn him. "I know." He sighs. "Ah, well, I'll just have to content myself with the photo." "What photo?" I ask, alarmed. "I'm sorry, Misty," Mum says, "I couldn't resist emailing that picture I took of you to him." "No one else will ever see it except us," he assures me. "You look so sexy and sweetly innocent at the same time. We can delete it if you want." "Let me see it again." He finds his phone, thumbs up the picture and hands it to me. I look at it anew. I suppose I am pretty and in a way, I feel proud, excited even to be deliberately showing myself off like this, even if I was kinda tricked into lifting and spreading my legs. Adult women pose like this on porn sites so why shouldn't I? If we're going to be the only people who'll ever see it, I don't see a problem. "It's alright, Daddy, you can keep it." "Good girl. Never be ashamed of your body. I'm not." "Don't be waving your cock around too freely, Daddy," she warns him, "She needs to get used to our unconventional habits. Give it some time. Now, what would you guys like for dinner?" ____________________________ I wake up in the middle of the night. Shit! I've wet the bed. I wanted to get off to a good start but I've fucked up again. They said I should wake them up and tell them. I go into their bedroom, leaving the door ajar so I can see by the light on the landing. Nervously I shake the shoulder of the nearest sleeper. It's him. He comes awake immediately. "Are you okay?" he whispers. "I wet the bed. Sorry." "It's okay." He swings his leg out on to the floor and stands up. He's naked. He takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. Now, with the light on I can see my T shirt is wet. He lifts it over my head and throws it on the counter. We look at each other. He has a scattering of dark chest hair and his soft cock is almost as big as my last Daddy's was when it was hard. It's uncircumcised. The only uncut cocks I've seen were on the internet when I surfed porn in the group home. (One kid had his own laptop.) "You're perfectly beautiful, Misty," he murmurs, his voice low. "Jump in the shower and I'll take care of the bed." I rinse my body, then towel myself dry. I go back to my bedroom and he's bundled the fitted sheet with my Tshirt. "I'll put these in the washer so your shirt will be dry by tomorrow. The duvet didn't get wet. Jump into bed, Sweetheart." I climb on to the bed and pull the duvet up to my waist. He lies down beside me. Uh-oh! If he's gonna fuck with me, this is when he'll do it. He laces his fingers behind his head. "I'm so pleased to have you living with us, Misty. We're gonna do everything we can to make you happy and help you grow up. Mum thinks you're adorable. Now, go to sleep. I'm gonna lie here until you drop off." He leans over and places a gentle kiss on my lips. There's nothing aggressive about it, just a nice goodnight kiss. I close my eyes and wonder if he'll try to grope me. A minute or two go by and then I feel the mattress move as he gets up. "Love ya," he whispers, and leaves the room. Maybe he isn't like all the other shitty men in my life. __________________________________ Today, Mum and I went shopping. With no clean knickers that fitted me, we found a slightly longer T shirt and I made sure it didn't ride up and I kept my knees close together. It was kinda thrilling in a way, sitting on the train to King's Cross and then on the tube, where I could've carelessly spread my legs any time I wanted and given a few lonely old men a lovely view of my cunt, but that was a bit over the top. We arrived at Oxford St. "Marks and Spencer's is the best store for ordinary white cotton knickers for school," she said and then bought me twelve pairs. "You should always have a supply of nice clean undies," she said. We went into the ladies room and I put a pair of my new knickers on. "Now let's go to Selfridges and look for something more exotic." And we found stuff. Then we took a taxi to Knightsbridge and bought more flimsies at Harrods. She spent a ton of money and after an expensive lunch in the store's restaurant, we came home, loaded down with packages. "Come up to our bedroom," said Mum to Dad, "and watch us try everything on." He looked very eager, dressed as usual in just his boxers. Now, having carried all the bags upstairs, I strip off as they watch me. By now I'm perfectly comfortable undressing and being naked in front of them. They never take their eyes off me. Then I sit on the end of the bed and pull on the white thigh high stockings and suspender belt that Mum bought, while watching her undress. Although I call her Mum, I think of her as more of a friend or a big sister. She's still in her early thirties with a perfect figure, slender with small firm tits and big nipples. She's shaved off her pubic hair. Daddy takes pictures of us and we try on different undies, panties, teddies, camies, slips and some darling little training bras for me, though I have nothing to train, yet. When we've modeled everything and admired ourselves and each other in the mirror, we get naked again. "Oh, look at you, Daddy!" Mum says. He looks down at himself, sheepishly. His cock is tenting his boxers. "You bad boy! You've got a hard on!" I'm not surprised he has a stiffy after the show that we just put on for him. "Sorry, Ladies, I just can't help myself. You both look so fucking sexy!" "I think I need to put him out of his misery," Mum says. "After all, we got him all excited and we shouldn't just leave him like that. Lie down on the bed, Daddy and let me take care of you." "Okay, here we go." He pulls his cock from the fly of his underpants, grips it by the base and waves it at us. "How do you like this puppy?" I feel a twinge of anxiety. He looks like he's just won the lottery, lying on his back, his cock pointing up at the ceiling. She sits beside him. "Are you gonna blow me?" he asks. "You wish! No, all you get is a hand job." "Your hand jobs are pretty awesome, my love. Take your sweet time." "Oh, I will," she says, taking hold of it. "I want you to shoot a huge big load to take the pressure off so that when you fuck me tonight, you'll last long enough to give me lots of orgasms." Her hand moves up and down rhythmically at I stare, transfixed. I've been forced to give a few hand jobs myself over the years. It was always easier than refusing, but I never enjoyed it. Now I see that Daddy is not the only one who's excited. Mum is just loving it. She gazes at the glistening head as it appears each time she rolls his skin back. Daddy's gazing at me as I stand beside the bed, taking it all in. He starts gasping and she speeds up her strokes. "Cum for me, Daddy! Give me a nice big load of cream." She leans over him, her face just an inch or two above the tip of his cock. "Here it comes!" he cries and a big streak of creamy white jism shoots out and lands on her cheek, then two more. She puts her lips round the end, her hand still stroking him and her cheeks hollow as she sucks the last of his cum from his cock. She lifts her head and looks at him, smiles and swallows. "Oh, that was lovely!" she breathes. "I just love the taste of your cum. Do you feel better now?" He's speechless. She looks up at me. "That's how to keep a man happy," she says, finally releasing his cock. We watch as it slowly sags. "Oh, my God!" I whisper, feeling an unfamiliar churning in my tummy. "Are you okay, Misty?" says Mum. "You look a bit pale." "I'm not exactly into cocks," I tell them. "Not after what my last Daddy did to me. I know you'd never force yourself on me, but the sight of a stiff dick brings back ugly memories." "Oh, my poor darling!" Mum cries. "We've been totally inconsiderate. We should have asked your permission." I smile at the idea of two adults asking a little kid if it's okay for them to have sex. "It's just that you were so happy to be naked," says Daddy, "I didn't think you'd mind if Mum wanked me off. We'll try to be a little more thoughtful in future." "I'm gonna go to my room." I collect my new undies and go out, closing the door behind me. In my room I carefully put everything into drawers, then curl up on my bed. After a few minutes, Mum comes in and sits on the bed, then spoons herself round me. "We love you, Misty. We want you to be happy." "I know. I was just a bit freaked out a moment ago." "You can always tell us to stop if we go too far." She puts and arm round me and I press my body back against hers. I can feel her tits pressing against my back and it feels comforting. I roll on to my back and look at them. "Can I touch your tits?" I ask. Her eyes go big with surprise. "Of course you can, my darling." I gently squeeze her boobs, first one and then the other and roll her nipples between my fingers. She takes in a sharp breath. I put my lips on her left nipple and suck on it. It feels so comforting. With my hand I play with her right boob, then I switch. "Oh, my darling little baby!" she whispers. "Suck my tits. Let me feed you. This makes me feel wonderful. Are you crying?" I lift my head for long enough to speak. "Crying with happiness, Mummy. I wanna suckle your tits every night before I go to bed." "Oh, yes, yes! I'd love that. Do it again, don't stop. Oooh, I think you might just make me cum." Maybe I'm a lesbian, I think. ______________________________ It's Monday afternoon and I'm home from school. I undress and fill the tub. I want to take a nice long bath, not too hot as the weather is still breaking heat records. I add bath salts and climb in. I lie back and close my eyes. This is much nicer that taking a shower. I think about the other day when Mum let me suck her tits. I felt so safe and secure and I know she liked it too. She was moaning softy and I think I made her cum. I open my eyes and she's standing there, naked, looking down at me. Having left the door open, I didn't hear her come in. I smile up at her. "Oh, my sweet, adorable darling," she gushes, "my lovely naked angel!" She sits on the edge of the tub, her eyes running up and down my body. It makes me feel good, knowing she thinks I'm sexy. "I wish I had tits like you," I say. "I love you just the way you are, Misty. So does Daddy. I'm going to have to keep a tight rein on him in case he gets carried away and does something naughty. If that does happen, you'll have to be firm and say `no' and he'll stop." "Okay, but I like Daddy a lot. I know he'd never do anything bad to me." Her eyes are still riveted on my body. I bend my knees and let them fall sideways against the sides of the tub, in an inviting pose. Her face flushes. I feel bold enough to try something naughty. I take the soap and lather up my hand. Lifting my hips so that my cunt is above the water line, I wash it, pushing my middle finger deep inside myself. Grinning mischievously, I tell her that I have to get my cunt perfectly clean. She watches closely, her eyes alight. "You look as though you're masturbating," she says with a grin. "Don't stop. I like to watch a girl jill off. I do it myself when Daddy isn't around. Hey, would you mind if I joined you in the tub?" She climbs in behind me so I'm sitting with my back to her chest. "This is nice," she says, "nice and intimate." She puts her arms round me and fingers my nipples. "You have a lovely body," I tell her. Then we hear Daddy calling from downstairs. "Hello, I'm home." "We're up here in the bathroom." Seconds later he comes in, having discarded his pants and shirt. Today his silk boxers are fire engine red. He has his phone in his hand. "Oh, my God, look at my two angels, naked together. What a thrilling sight. I wish there were room for three. Are you doing naughty things to each other under water?" "Not yet," says Mum, "but it's a good idea." I laugh. "We were gonna wash each other's cunts, weren't we, Misty?" Were we? The idea is kind of exciting. "Oh, I wanna see this," Daddy says, excitedly. Mum's hand goes down between my legs and I feel her push a finger into me. She whispers in my ear, "You can tell me to stop if you're not happy with this." As it happens, I'm very happy with it. Her finger feels marvelous as she pushes it in and out, much better than when I do it to myself. "Oh, my God!" Daddy says, "Look at my wife and my new daughter being naughty! This is priceless! How does it feel, Misty? Don't answer, I can tell by the look on your face that you're enjoying it. And so you should. Girls should pleasure each other more often." His cock is causing his boxers to bulge. "Look at you," Mum says, eyeing his erection. "I think you need to be taken care of." I know exactly what she means. She's gonna wank him off. He pulls his cock from the fly of his underpants and waves it at us. With her free hand she takes hold of it and starts stroking. He puts his hands on his bum and thrusts his hips forward. His cock is absolutely rigid, like a steel bar. He clearly highly aroused and it doesn't take long before he cums, spraying us both with his jism, so we just slide down under the water to wash it off. "Thank you, Ladies," he says, wiping his cock on the towel hanging on the rail. "That was thrilling! I'll repay you later with a nice long fuck, Leonie." He exits the bathroom. "That was a bit weird," I say, "He didn't seem to mind a bit that you were fingering me. I'd have thought he'd be jealous." "Oh, there's not a jealous bone in his body. He lets me have sex with other women. It's a huge turn on for him. He likes to watch as my girl friends eat my pussy." "Do you eat their's?" "Yes, very enthusiastically. Would you like me to eat yours?" No one has ever asked my permission to have sex with me before. They've always just thrust themselves on me, taking what they wanted as if it were a God given right. I feel kinda flattered. "We can go into your room where Daddy won't disturb us, okay?" I feel so grateful to them both that I say, "I don't mind if Daddy watches us." "Daddy's all tapped out and won't be interested until he recovers, say half an hour or so. We girls can have fun on our own." We climb out of the tub, dry off and go into my room. "Lie on the bed on your back," she says. "Spread your legs. Oh, sweet Jesus, I could cum from just simply looking at you. You're fucking adorable! I'm so glad we got you. We wanna make you as happy as we can." Her gaze running up and down my body makes me tingle all over. "You're face is so beautiful, like an angel and I think those tiny nipples are beginning to grow, though I love your flat chest. I suppose I'm into little girls, just like Daddy. Your hip bones stick up and your precious treasure looks so inviting! I'm gonna send you to heaven." And she does. I've never been licked by an adult woman before. Sure, a few of the girls in the group home had a go, as we explored each other's bodies, but Mum is skilled at arousing me with her tongue, probing into me and teasing my clit. Her fingers are not idle either. She gently pushes first one, then two of them into me, curling them to touch my G spot, making me gasp. "Oh, Mummy," I whisper, "This is awesome! I'm falling in love with you!" "Me, too, my sweet darling," she murmurs. "Daddy and I both love you so much. We want to make you happy." Her lips go round my clit again and she sucks hard. I explode. I cum hard and I can feel liquid flowing from my cunt. Have I peed myself? "Oh, my God, you're a squirter!" she cries, clearly delighted. "Oh, what joy! Daddy and I love squirters. No, it's not pee, Sweetheart, though if you peed in my mouth I'd love it, but we can talk about pee pee games later. Let's go and tell Daddy the good news." "That I'm a squirter? Will he mind?" "Mind? He'll love it. He'll probably ask you to sit on his face so he can enjoy your orgasms just as much as I enjoyed this one. Daddy will do just about any kind of kinky sex. That's what I love about him." "A squirter?" Daddy cries, incredulously, when we tell him. "Oh, my God, I LOVE squirters!" "She came on my face while I was eating her cunt," Mum explains. "At first, I thought it was pee, but it didn't taste like it. No, it was real girl cum." "How would you like to cum on MY face?" Daddy asks. "Better give her a little time to recharge her battery, so to speak," Mum says, "so she can give you a nice big drenching." Daddy rolls his eyes up in his head, picturing what it'd be like. "I think she should sleep with us tonight, Leonie." "A threesome? How thrilling," Mum declares. I can't wait until bedtime. ______________________________ And here we are, the three of us, in the big bed in the master bedroom, delightfully naked. I've noticed that Daddy's cock has been hard, on and off, most of the evening and now it's like an iron bar. This hasn't gone unnoticed by Mum. "I suppose that sooner or later, you're gonna fuck her, aren't you, Daddy?" Mum says. "Only if you're both okay with it." "I'm okay!" I cry. "I want Daddy to fuck me!" "Go ahead, then. Fuck her. Send her to heaven like you do to me. Let her impale herself on that magnificent cock, Daddy, and make her squirt all over you. I'm gonna love watching this." "I'm thinking that you might be a little tight, Misty so I think you should tune her up, Leonie, finger and lick her until she's nice and relaxed and wet, so I can slide right in. I don't wanna hurt you, Misty. Go on, girls, put on a little lesbian show for me and let me take pictures for my wank bank." "He means his collection of naked girls that he masturbates to," Mummy explains. "Lie back, my sweet and let me taste your cunt again." "But don't cum," says Daddy. "Save that for me." He aims his phone at us as Mummy goes down on me, lighting me up, making head swim and my heart pound. Her head is buried between my thighs and her bum is up in the air, so he goes round behind her, his big stiff cock in his hand. He smiles at me as he positions himself behind her and thrusts his dick into her. She gasps, but keeps on licking my wet cunt. "Just a little fuck, Mummy," he murmurs. "Just a few thrusts to keep you happy." She seems happy enough to be licking me, but she lifts her head. "Don't you dare cum!" she warns. "Save it for our lovely Misty." He reluctantly pulls his cock from her and lies down beside me on his back, his cock, glistening with cunt juice, pointing at the ceiling. "I think she's ready," she adds. "Straddle his hips, Misty." I eagerly jump on to him, pressing my cunt against his hard cock, rubbing myself on him, spreading my cunt juice up and down his shaft. Then, as I lift up, Mummy takes hold of his cock and guides the tip to my waiting cunt. I lower myself and to my surprise, he slides right into me with no resistance at all. I gasp with delight. This is way better than fingers or tongues, much more thrilling than the handle of my hair brush which so far has been the best thing I've been able to find to stick up there. I lift my body up and down and each time his cock goes a little deeper until it's buried to the hilt. My head is swimming and my breath is coming in gasps. "Oh, sweet Jesus!" Mummy mutters, "look at Daddy's magnificent cock fucking our little girl! Oh, I've never seen anything so sexy in my whole fucking life!" "Fuck, I'm cumming!" Daddy groans and I feel the head of his cock swell as he cums inside me, filling me with his lovely cream. "Yes! Yes!" Mummy cries, a big smile on her face. "Oh, you fucked her, Daddy, you fucked her really good! Climb off, Misty, I wanna suck his cum from your cunt." I lift up and let his softening cock fall from my cunt. Mummy pushes me on to my back and immediately goes down on me, lapping up his jism, swallowing it and licking her lips. "Don't stop, Mummy, keep licking me. Make me cum." And she does. ______________________________ "How would you like a little brother?" Mummy asks me, the next day. "Daddy and I are thinking of fostering a young boy, someone about your own age." I don't quite know what to think. Would a sibling divert their attention from me and would I be neglected? "Would you guys have sex with him like you do with me?" I ask, anxiously. "Daddy would love to suck off a boy of about your age, but I'm sure he wouldn't neglect you." "I think I'd rather have a sister, a bit younger than myself. I could teach her about life." "And about sex, too." "Especially sex, yes. I'd lick her little pee pee and teach her to lick mine." "And mine," she adds, laughing. "Yes, a little sister would be wonderful. Could we sleep in the same bed?" "Of course. Oh, my God, I think I'd go crazy imagining all the things that you and she might do." Later, Daddy says, "Another little girl? You mean a sex partner for Misty? What a thrilling idea. I can just picture you, Misty with your face buried between the thighs of another eleven year old." "Speaking of pictures, you could take some and upload them to the internet," I say. He smiles. "Oh, Misty, what a wonderful little girl you are." "Fuck me, Daddy!" I cry, suddenly aroused again. "Fuck me again like you did yesterday. Fuck my brains out! Please, Daddy, please fuck me!" The end