Chapter 3

I guess I was a fully qualified “short-timer” in foster care services now with only ninety days left before my eighteenth birthday.

I had been in the foster care program ever since I was eleven years old and had seen it all for the past seven years. Shortly after I was assigned to my first foster parent home, I had orders to just lie on my stomach and keep my mouth shut about what was to follow. That was my introduction to ass-fucking 101 and it was a lesson I was never to forget the rest of my adult life.

I had been “passed around” and gone “around the world” and “sixty-nined” by foster brothers, sisters and even parents during that entire period learning all the ins and outs of natural and unnatural sex and various fetishes that would fill a library with erotic content of all sorts of depraved scenarios.

Still, there was always good amongst the bad and some of the families were well-intentioned and did their best all things considered.

In my current foster home, one of the young girls registered a sexual harassment claim to the powers that be and we got a three person inspection team as a result. Now, I had been used as a sex toy by male members of the family on certain occasions but I didn’t find it particularly annoying to the point of calling in the law to sort out. We had a sort of unwritten rule in foster homes of “whatever happens in the family stays in the family” and we minors tended to follow that line of reasoning because it was a lot better than being in some shitty facility.

The inspection team consisted of two males and one female.

They were totally incompatible with each other and worked more at cross-purposes rather than as a functioning team. The two males were called Donald and Oscar and I labeled them “Donald Duck and Oscar Wilde”. Actually it was more an insult to the beloved cartoon character and the sexually confused Poet. They both started some private interrogations of the younger girls in the family using some strange techniques that were illegal in most civilized countries.

I got stuck with the more mature woman called Madame R. I can’t really use her real name because she most likely has a lineup of lawyers that would sue my ass for slander if I revealed it right out in the open.

Madame R. was definitely conflicted. She looked facially more like a man than a woman but underneath that expensive tailored suit was a model’s body of feminine perfection that was about as sexy as anything I had seen in my short unsheltered life.

She came on to me right away and I must admit it flustered me to have her actually kissing me on the lips and pushing her fingers under my skirt. I had to make do with pretending that one of my foster sisters was Brad Pitt and that her protruding clitoris was his manly dick rubbing on my needy slit once and a while but never had a classy expensive woman like Madame R. pushing my head down to her snatch and telling me, “Give me your pretty tongue, dear and I will return the favor.”

I was surprised to see her French undies and that her pussy was already wet and ready and she smelled like a thousand dollars waiting to be licked into submission by my skilled oral techniques. I sucked her taste down into my belly and pushed my middle finger on my other hand up into her brown eye. The way that made her shudder with desire showed me that she was one of those rare creatures, a truly anal bitch needing her backside filled with cock, fingers or anything else that would suffice to take off her need for being stuffed back there.

I was inspired by the sounds of Josie and Juliet taking Donald and Oscar all the way up their pretty backsides and their giggles and whimpers were all I needed to spread my legs and allow Madame R. to explore my secret places to her heart’s delight.

I knew those two naughty girls would have a load of spunk in their delicious bottoms sooner rather than later and that they had plenty of stamina to please both men in more ways than one.

I have to admit Madame R. was forcing me into an unconditional surrender of all my secrets with her relentless tongue and her scent was driving me into a state of complicit submissiveness that I seldom remembered before.

She was whispering in my ear strange foreign words that I didn’t quite comprehend but the tone was enough to make me open my mouth for her devious tongue and I let her ride my slit like she owned me lock, stock and barrel.

I watched her stand next to me on the bed and she touched my breasts with her bare feet and toes. It was so exciting that I thought I would pass out with the emotions I felt looking up at her damp French undies so near and yet so far above my head on the pillow.

It was almost like I was a man and she was a whore using me for her sexual pleasure slowly lowering her snatch until it was only inches from my lips. I lifted my head off the pillow and kissed her mound tasting the essence of her foreign juice. She was sweet and yet there was a bite to her feminine taste. It was just enough to make me spiral down into a continuous orgasm as I did my best to lick her French silk panties and push my tongue inside her sweet core.

Then, I felt the full weight of her torso on my face and she was smothering me with her scent of demanding sex. I twisted my head left and right until I could get some air into my lungs.