Chapter 1

Pearl was by force of habit, a determined girl. She never complained about things that went wrong because she had learned from the past that things had a way of going bad before you could do anything about it, and it was best to just move on to the next thing, and put what went wrong in the past, and shove it out of the present as quickly as possible.

Her birth certificate had gotten lost when she about seven years old and they did their best to reconstruct her history, but their children services files had gone up in smoke with the five alarm fire at the Kansas City warehouse where all the records were waiting for entry into the permanent files on the State computer system.

Now, she was a teenager and allegedly thirteen years old. In her way of thinking, she was about two years older than that because they had lost the files of at least two families that she had lived with when she was only eight or nine years old. They even made up a new birthday for her making it February 14th in honor of Valentine’s Day.

On her Foster Home card, she was listed as a White, minor female, age 13 and her birthday was February 14th. Her name was listed as Pearl Smith and she knew that was a lie because she remembered her name was Marie back in the days before the fire and her name was certainly not Smith but a long sounding name that ended in “Ski” or “Sky” with a jumble of other syllables that she was unable to remember.

One thing was clear in her head.

It really didn’t make any difference.

She was scheduled to go to a new foster home on the following Monday and she was not particularly looking forward to it because her last two assignments were big disappointments.

The last assignment was promising because the couple seemed to be in love, and they had a nice home with a large back yard to play in with a white picket fence.

Unfortunately, they had two other foster children already. They were both boys.

The two boys were brothers, and they were fourteen and fifteen years old, and in the nearby high school. She was due to enter the high school the following week as a freshman, and it filled her with dread because her school at the last foster home was a complete disaster.

The oldest boy was called Josh.

Pearl knew she was probably almost a year older than Josh, but she was happy to be a thirteen year old like it said on her paperwork from the children’s services. Maybe they wouldn’t expect too much from her because she was only a thirteen year old and think she was too young for any funny business like at the last two foster home places she would love to forget about.

She knew she was in trouble the minute the door closed behind her up in the attic.

Josh twisted her hair in his hand and forced her down to her knees in front of him.

“You better get that mouth working really fast, little girl because I need some tongue action in a hurry.”

The other younger boy watched silently but he was watching carefully to make certain he didn’t miss a trick of his older brother’s welcome.

Pearl considered pretending ignorance but decided it wouldn’t work in this situation and submitted to the boy’s request and wrapped her lips around his thin dick and sucked him with the same rhythm she used when milking the cows in the barn.

The younger boy watched his older brother’s balls bouncing on Pearl’s pointed chin and he hoped his brother would be finished quickly and he would get his opportunity to sink his cock inside the new girl’s mouth to show her his cock was a lot longer and thicker than his brothers even though he was almost two years younger.

Josh was spurting his seeds down Pearl’s throat shortly later and she wiped her face with her washcloth before turning to the younger boy called Peter with his larger dick ready for action.

Pearl was surprised that the younger boy was rougher than his brother and he pushed her head hard into his groin to gag her with his larger cock.

Still, he was just as fast as his brother and soon she was swimming in their spunk all over her nice tip and dripping down on her leather boots like spilled milk from a cow’s udder.

Now that the brothers had established their control over her body, Pearl played her role with enough conviction to keep them both happy without suffering any humiliations or degradation beyond the attic scenes that she would rather forget as quickly as possible.

The one redeeming factor in the boy’s favor was that they were smart enough to keep their mouths shut tight as long as she opened hers on command and they didn’t make any demands other than oral satisfaction or the occasional touching of her privates simply out of curiosity rather than physical desire.

The two boys and Pearl managed to retain their virginity longer than most other minors their age or supposed age and that was nothing short of a miracle in the hedonistic world of carnal activities in today’s society in such matters.

Her current foster family was on the verge of breaking up due to domestic difficulties unrelated to the foster minors in the home.

She had accidently viewed the wife in the home underneath her husband’s father’s heavy body spearing her black bush with his old man cock and listening to her pants of sexy release with each plunging thrust.

Pearl was supposed to be only a sixteen year old minor at the time when in fact she was already passed the age of eighteen and legal for consensual sex on her own. Of course, she was still a virgin although her mouth and hands had been used extensively by the male foster children in the homes for many years and she knew which end was up when it came to sordid sex.

She was in her junior year in high school and was now on the cheerleading team. The other girls on the team had all been fucked so often by the football players and other jocks that they considered her abnormal because she hadn’t taken a cock in her pussy or ass yet, and they pestered her for oral favors because they thought she probably preferred girls over boys.