Chapter 495: Old Friends, New Family

Once they let her up, Val dropped onto her red, bare butt and asked, “What the hell?”

The girl pulled down the front of Val’s pants and panties, sniffed Val’s pussy, had the boy do the same, and then got everything back in place.

“That is the spanking we both got because you got us to lie and say you did your chores the day before you ran away. Our foster parents loved you so much, Val. We all missed you. The police found that man’s cell phone with a note about why you ran away and that you were with him. He would keep you safe,” the girl said.

The boy added, “Those two social workers got in such deep crap. They couldn’t lie anymore about what they had said in the car when they thought you were asleep. Our foster parents hoped someone would find you and bring you back to us, but it became so hard on them as the days turned into weeks and then into months. Then we heard someone found you and they would bring you home, but you vanished again. Yet another cellphone goose chase. When their daughter got pregnant in her junior year in high school, she married her boyfriend. It was only us and them then. We were maybe ten or eleven at the time. One day a social worker said it was time for us to move to another foster care home. Our foster parents drove us to this place. They apologized for not wanting to have foster children and were moving to start a new life elsewhere. This place was somewhere they knew we would thrive. They wanted to send us away the day police told them about the second time someone found you with that guy, and you managed to vanish. Neither of them could send us away until there was somewhere we could thrive.”

“Sorry, kids, you have years to catch up. Val has visitors, but I’m sure they would like to see you both too,” the suite chaperone said. “Go get your shoes on, and hurry.”

I watched from my office as Val hugged the man and woman who had fostered her for that short time. The other two kids got to come in a bit later.

“So,” Tina said, coming into my office and locking the door behind her. “Now that Val is getting settled, will you finally fuck me? That party was the first and last time I had sex. I only came to the party to hang out with kids that didn’t know me. They were the greatest too. No one stared at my birthmark, and the swimsuit didn’t hide much of it. I think I came when someone asked if they would run their fingers over it from head to toe. I found I didn’t mind being naked in front of them, and it wasn’t anything sexual. That came later. I was in great shape even back then. No pain with the first boy, only sheer orgasmic pleasure. I fucked all the boys at least three times before I couldn’t get any of their dicks hard again. I was so horny for weeks after that, but the damn sex videos dropped. I don’t have to worry, and don’t care, about being caught on camera with you fucking me. I need to so badly.”

She got it many times. Only physical exhaustion stopped her from going any longer. Once we ate and she rested a bit, Tina was ready to start fucking me again.

“Uh-uh, Tina,” Amy said, pulling us toward the adult dorm. “Now that you finally got over that speed bump in your sex life, I have some guys I want you to meet.”

We came into a room with fifteen guys that even I recognized from the parkour videos and Z-Games. One kept blushing when Val looked down to check out the tent in his shorts.

He finally blurted out, “I need you so badly, Tina. I have since you kicked my ass in that first competition when we were fifteen. I thought I was gay, but you had me wanting to worship your body if you would let me. You are still so damn hot. I never noticed your birthmark. I was too busy watching your tits and ass. It looks way better than all my ink.”

He pulled up his shirt to show he had tats all over his chest and back, going down into his shorts.

“Those videos were a shitty thing to do to anyone, much less someone as pretty and skilled as you, Tina,” another guy said. “If I were in a place with naked girls that wanted to have sex with me, I would have done them until I couldn’t get it up anymore. Women and girls love sex too. Damn California laws. That is what kept me from ever getting close to you. I knew if we became friends, we would be screwing like rabbits all day and night. Some dick would find out and use that to fuck us both over for sex under eighteen. It made me sick each time I saw it.”

“Ryan, it made us all sick,” a different guy said. “Tina, you were our friend who happened to be a girl. Some friends showed me those videos when we heard about you getting arrested, tried, and sentenced to life in prison as an adult. I jacked off for years thinking about me being that faceless guy whose dick you were riding. I worked my ass off to make sure I qualified to compete against you and with you. People are assholes. I always saw your birthmark as your strength and what drove you to prove you were better than us. When we learned about your parents, my mom and dad rushed to see how they could be your foster parents. We knew it would drive me insane having you sleeping in the room next to mine and us sharing a bathroom. Still, having you as a sister would be worth it.”

“My parents were already foster parents. They adopted me when I was three. All my brothers and sisters are adopted too. Before they could get the chance, you were emancipated and vanished,” another said.

One guy came over to whisper in Tina’s ear. She gave him a dirty look, and he whispered something else. Tina pulled the guy’s dick out. She looked at it and his balls closely. I saw a huge smile as she wrapped her arms around him to hug him and started making out before realizing there were others in the room too.

Tina pulled me off in a side room, closed the door, and said, “What are the fucking odds? You saw his dick with distinctive red, black, brown, and white patterns. He was my first guy at that party. We gave each other our cherries. I know I did him over ten times that night, but he wasn’t any of that footage. I know he only did it with me that night. What he whispered is that I’m the only one he has screwed. We were all good friends. They tried to support me after the video, but my parents killed themselves. Everything happening all at once was too much. I knew all they wanted to do was help, and I crashed on many of their couches for a while. I did try to go there with a few of them, but they couldn’t keep hard, so I stopped. I ran, just like Val. I ran from those who wanted only to help and love me. So how is this going to work?”

“Right now, I’m pretty sure your pussy is sore or will be soon. You were as tight as a virgin when I pulled out after you said you were exhausted. I can’t see you being able to take one of their dicks without discomfort, much less all fifteen. I suggest you take the time to get to know them again first. Maybe go run them through your parkour course. They all want you and said they agreed long before the house party videos to share you if you ever wanted to be with more than one of them. Our team interviewed each of them thoroughly before letting them come on the grounds. These guys all love you. I can’t say how many or which ones, but some have waited for you to be their first lover. Let them love you, Tina. You deserve it.”

Tina hugged me and told me how much it meant that I built these foster care complexes. It has been what she needed to help work through her issues. These guys being here are one of the final pieces to help Tina put her past behind her. Val being here gave her peace. The boy and girl from that foster home were the closest Val had to a real brother and sister. They love Val in so many ways that I never could.

I got a funny text message.

“Guys. Sorry. No sex right now, even if Tina needs it badly. All sixteen of you are about to get our asses schooled by a little girl,” I told them.

Tina snorted and said, “Faith is good, but not that good.”

“Ellen had a bad day at school this morning, and they sent her home. She didn’t go home. Ellen came here. It seems that she is very cranky and wearing as little as will cover where she needs to be covered,” I told her.

Tina looked down and said, “Shit.”

As we walked toward the course, the guy with the multi-colored dick asked what was happening.

We got there to see Ellen, literally, bouncing off the walls, causing Tina to curse again.

They hadn’t seen Ellen yet, so Tina pointed to the neon green blur of Ellen’s tiny boy shorts and sports bra.

“Her,” Tina told them. “Think of me that day that those fuckers caused my parents to kill themselves. Remember that tiny Cuban girl back when I started competing with you? Put the two together. That was Ellen when she was nine. She’s twelve, hit puberty, and apparently angry about something.”

“That is a little girl looking like a hummingbird going place to place like flowers?” one guy asked.

“Yep, and that isn’t even a warmup for her,” Tina said.

Faith said, “David, that isn’t the Angries. Ellen is mad as hell about something. You are the only one that can catch her when she is like this. I don’t think she had lunch and doesn’t have any fat on her except in her small tits.”

“I can believe a lot,” one of the guys said. “I remember Tina when she was twelve. But this guy looks like a linebacker.”

“I guess you’ve never met a grandmaster before. Looks can be deceiving,” I told them.

I yelled at Ellen, “Ellen, get your ass down here. You don’t want me to have to come to get you.”

Ok, so I guess she does.

Having a link to her that she can’t block was a bit of cheating, but that doesn’t mean I have to use my shield to give me any energy to help catch her.

I felt like I moved in slow motion with how I made sure the guys, Faith, and Tina, could see me pushing off or climbing up things instead of only being a blur. Ellen noticed me and turned in a different direction. It didn’t matter. She made the mistake of heading to an area taller than she could get up without too much lactic acid building up to make her come back down. That in itself wouldn’t have been her undoing. She had skipped lunch and only ate a small breakfast and didn’t have anything left.

“Climb on and hold tight,” I told her.

“I’m too tired, Daddy,” she told me.

I can help you with that, Ellen.

I got her arms around my neck and legs around my stomach. I pulled her inside my shield. It held her tightly to my body as if I had pulled my shirt over both of us. We stood four stories above the parkour course. I got a good run and flipped off the building. I moved Ellen around to be in front of me and dropped into a roll. I finished off by pushing us up in the air, doing a double flip with a half twist, and landed facing Faith, Tina, and the fifteen of her parkour friends.

I got Ellen off my chest and put her on the bench.

“You aren’t a little girl anymore, Ellen. Your body is using many times more of your nutrients to help your body grow. I don’t care if you like them or not. You are going to sit here and drink Molly’s shakes until I say you can stop,” I told her.

Ellen looked down and said, “Ok.”

Molly knows you do this shit, Ellen. How does Molly do her magic to get all this packed so densely into these shakes?

I told the guys, “If you are going to have any chance, you want to stretch and get warmed up. I’m pretty sure all athletic organizations would try to declare those shakes as some form of juicing. There is nothing artificial in them other than the few drops of imitation vanilla extract, the last I heard, which isn’t a banned substance. These are made specifically for Ellen’s body and how she absorbs nutrients. They would make you sick if you tried to drink one. Give her ten minutes to take a quick rest. Oh, make that twenty. Molly must be mad at Ellen for something.”

Ellen shuffled off toward the nearest bathroom with two of the shake packs.

“What does Molly being mad at Ellen have to do with anything,” Faith asked. “For that matter, who is Molly?”

“Molly is an autistic walking human supercomputer and my friend,” I told her. “You’ve met her before. She’s that Molly.”

“Oh,” Faith said. “But what does that have to do with Ellen?”

“Ellen is getting a ten-minute, rapid detox and has no choice whatsoever. I am guessing Ellen got someone to take her to the Redheaded clown to binge on grease and saturated fats, plus burgers and fries until they kicked her out to close for the night,” I explained. “I’m guessing Ellen didn’t get much sleep last night either.”

Ellen came back fifteen minutes later, looking re-energized but still angry.

She grumbled, “The clown place didn’t have any toys for the kid’s meals. I wanted to go to the Fried Kentucky Taco place. I ate taco salads.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you did, but what else?” I asked.

“Four large popcorn chicken, a few dozen hot wings, bean burritos, double steak burritos, all the biscuits that come in the big box, and one of the big, mashed potatoes,” Ellen told the ground.

I reached over to lift her chin to look me in the eyes and asked, “Ok, that is what you ate on the way home. What did you eat off their buffet?”

“Hey! They were going to throw most of it out, and I was hungry. I ate all my dinner at home first. Ronny, Vicki, and Chris didn’t like dinner much at home, so I had all theirs. Get mad at Ronny. He got Chrissy to take us for them to get something to eat because they were hungry. Vicki and Chris helped eat all the stuff off the buffet, too,” Ellen said to defend herself. “I got April one of every toy they had. Your brother and sister don’t care if they get the toys. They want to scribble all over the bags. We only spent one-hundred-fifteen dollars between the four of us, plus whatever Chrissy ordered.”

“Can’t you kids order pizzas or Chinese takeout like everyone else?” I asked.

“We had coupons that expired at midnight. Your mother always says how much she saves using coupons when shopping. We had some buy one and get one buffet, one bean burrito with two large steak burritos. Oh, the taco salads were buy one, get one, too,” Ellen said. “It would have been over two hundred dollars without all the coupons.”

One of the guys asked, “That little girl and some kids ate over two hundred dollars in fast food at one time?”

“Ellen probably ate most of it. Ronny is a lightweight. Like Ellen, his brother and sister are still in puberty,” I said.

One of the foster care complex kids said, “If Ellen weren’t only twelve, I would say that Ellen is his real daughter like April, not an adopted one. You should see him eat.”

He told Ellen that she needed to get Molly to make the shakes taste like greasy fast food hamburgers or chicken. He’d never seen Ellen able to drink more than four in one sitting.

Ellen put down her fourth shake and pounced on the kid. She had him pinned. Instead of tickling him, Ellen started kissing him. When she began to grind against his boner through his shorts, I whacked her ass and told her to stop.

“ARGH!!! Come on! We will both like it!” Ellen yelled.

I looked Ellen in the eyes and said, “I will beat your bare butt if you ever do that to anyone out in front of people again! I let a lot slide, but you were practically raping him, Ellen. I expect you would have tried to rape him, given your mood, if I hadn’t stopped you.”

She gave me a nasty look, jumped back at the boy, pulled off her tiny boy shorts, got the boy’s pants down, and started grinding her wet pussy against his dick. I had her over my lap. She screamed out in pain as I tore into her butt. It didn’t even make her butt red, but she felt the intensified pain over our link. I knew that wasn’t the end, and the second I let her up, Ellen rushed another boy. She almost got him lined up to fuck him when I grabbed her.