I cant say I was really surprised when bed time came, the three of us got into my bed again one of them on each side of me. They then did some more heavy kissing while leaning over me and then took turns kissing me like that some too. It again felt a little weird but how could I not like the attention I was getting, the government check had not even arrived yet. It settled down after a while and we all went to sleep.
The next morning my foster mom again picked out my clothing, nice jeans, some of the grown up thong panties and a nice button down blouse. Over breakfast they reminded me my social worker was stopping by to check on how things were going and they just politely reminded me that the less that was said the better things would be.
I was happier then I had ever been, what would I say to cause any trouble. NOTHING. The social worker came and interviewed us, I was careful not to talk too much, but I think my face gave away that I was very happy. Normally I don’t smile very much and I was feeling so good about things she kept telling me I was smiling. The visit didn’t last too long and it was over.
We had a nice lunch with more wine to celebrate the visit going well. After lunch we went outside and kicked a soccer ball around, then after a while we went and changed into swim suits and went swimming in the pool. That was a lot of fun we played with a beach ball and splashed each other and that kinda thing. When we got out and dried off and went inside they took me into my room and foster mom suggested they give me a massage. Now I can’t say other then rubbing shoulders for a few minutes with friends I had ever had a massage before. The two of them were rubbing my body, all over. She started on my back neck and shoulders and he started on my feet. As she worked down he worked up massaging my back, arms and legs. Somehow they both ended up at my bottom at the same time. All four of their hands pulling and rubbing so firm and thoroughly, until my swimsuit was all in my crack. Then they rolled me over and started over. Him again massaging my feet and her at my shoulders and neck. When she got to my chest she asked me if she could “rub here” and I felt my face turn red but I nodded. I didn’t realize she was going to take off the top but she did. It felt good for her to massage there but also kinda weird. She took her time and was thorough. She started on the outside of each boob and worked to the center the nipple. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t be so embarrassed. It felt good and also naughty. My nipples felt really good and I think she somehow knew because she kept rubbing there and gently squeezing and pulling. As she was doing this his hands were on my hips and then to my surprise I felt his big warm hand go firmly on top between my legs on my bikini bottoms. I jerked and started to say something but she quickly went, “Shhhhhh, just relax.” I was nervous and unsure but did as I was told. I felt his knees push my feet apart and that let his hand rub lower. It was so warm and firm on me and he just moved slow and gentle up and down. I felt so naughty and wasn’t sure what to think or do just every once in a while she’d say, “Shhhh, it’s okay.” So I just laid still and let them massage. Then it suddenly stopped and they left me there and went to fix dinner. I laid there a while a little overwhelmed. While I was resting she came in and picked out my outfit for the evening. This time it was one of the more grown up looking lacey outfits top and panties. She didn’t say anything just picked it out setting it where she had the last few days and I went and took my shower.
We again had a very nice dinner and again with a glass of wine. They both told me how happy they were that I was part of their family and how beautiful I looked in the outfit. We then settled onto the sofa and listened to music. They again sat on opposite sides from me and kissed over me then kissed me and we kissed more that evening then ever before. This time I learned to open my mouth with kisses and they put their tongues in my mouth which I later found out is called French kissing. I found it kinda fun and we all seemed to take turns kissing each other. Them together, then him and me and her and me it was crazy. After this went on a while he got up and took her hand, she grabbed mine and we went to my room.
We all got into the bed but this time he laid on top of her. They were kissing each other hard and breathing hard and I felt a little out of place and was going to leave except she held my hand so I couldn’t. I watched and felt them jostle around until he was laying square on top of her with her legs around him and then they both began to groan in a rhythm. Their breathing became heavier and eventually became groans and I was a little scared he was hurting her. It went on a while till he made this awful face, a look I wont forget, he seemed to strain several times then he just collapsed onto her, and they both laughed and hugged. I was glad it was over and that they were both laughing. Then he got off her, rolled over me and laid on the other side of me again. We cuddled like that a few minutes and he soon was snoring.
The next morning everything seemed like any other day, this time I had a leotard set out for me so I showered and put it on. At breakfast I found out I was going with my foster mom to the gym. She said it was very important for a girl to keep her figure and her flexibility. We were going to a class called yoga which is stretching. After breakfast we headed out after giving foster dad kisses goodbye.
It was fun in the gym all the ladies knew my foster mom and they were very nice to me and welcoming. I got hugs from each one. They introduced themselves but I hardly remembered names as there were 8 of them. The workout was hard and I struggled but they told me I did well and that I would get better. The leotard I wore was white and as I got sweaty in it I was a little embarrassed as I thought my body showed through it some. It was kinda weird but at the end of class each lady again gave me a long hug.
We then went to lunch, which my foster mom did not bring anything for me to put on top of my leotard. We ate in a restaurant where there were a lot of men in suits. I felt kinda weird like a lot of them were starring at me but she told me to relax and if they wanted to stare to let them. I was relieved when we left. We then went home. Foster dad wasn’t home so foster mom and I sat there together on the sofa listening to music. She cuddled and held me tight until after a while she rubbed my boob through the leotard. After a while we were kissing and stuff too and before long I felt her hand go firm between my legs again. I was so embarrassed but it felt sooo good there. We French kissed more that afternoon then any other and she taught me to rub her boobs too. I felt a little embarrassed doing it but she told me it felt really nice and asked me to so I did.
She and I then fixed dinner together and I really liked learning to cook. She did have me go shower and change before dinner and had me dress in one of the little girl pj sets. After dinner we hung out in the den again dancing and singing and cuddling. While cuddling to a soft song she asked me if I was happy there with the two of them. I told her I was very happy and she smiled. She then asked if I remembered what her and dad did last night. I nodded letting her know I did and she then asked me did I think I could do that with him. She told me that at my age, it would hurt and that it might even hurt the first many times I did it. But she told me that they both loved me very much and that it was something important that families share. And they wanted to share that with me.
We went back to kissing for a while before she asked about it again. She asked did I think I could be a big girl and do it. I was scared and unsure. She then told me if I said yes, I could not change my mind, that I would have to be with my foster dad till he snored like last night. No matter how much it hurt and how much I wanted it to stop, if I said yes now I could not stop. We kissed some more and he told me over and over that he loved me very much. When she asked me again I nodded that I would do it. Shortly after saying yes we went into my bedroom.
I’m not sure who did it or when but when we got into my bed I noticed the sheets were fresh sheets and white not my normal pink. Before getting into bed my foster dad undressed me taking off the pj top and bottoms, leaving me naked. He laid over me like he had her yesterday and kissed me while she rubbed my hair. I felt his knees push between my legs until I had to open them to let him between them. To my shock I felt something poke between my legs at my private place. I looked up at him nervous and he smiled back at me a soft smile. I then felt a hard pressure down there. It felt like something hard was pushing up against me and it hurt some. I felt it push and push and then let out a yelp when I felt myself seem to open some, stretching and pinching me down there badly.
I felt her stroking my hair, whispering to me “that’s a girl, let him inside you its okay.” And the pressure and the pinch and the stretch hurt more. I felt myself let out a cry as again I felt myself really stretch there. OMG it hurt. I felt him slide his arms under my back until his hands held me from under on my shoulders then again it hurt like crazy down there as it felt like he was pushing something inside me. I must have started crying then because I felt her soft fingers wipe tears off my cheeks as I felt the pain cut into me more and more between my legs. “That’s a girl, let him inside you” she whispered. I felt myself jerk as I felt a really tight knot in my stomach, as I felt him hit something inside me. He held really still for a few moments, and I felt this harsh pressure inside. They each took turns French kissing me softly, then she took my hands and I heard her say to him one word before I felt the worst feeling I have ever felt, “NOW.”
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