("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Fostering Farah - 2 by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com) *** Farah was a thirteen-year old girl in foster care whose life was going pretty well until her foster father loaned to his friends to pay off a gambling debt. In Part 2, Farah decides to give in to Mr. Wilson order to remain in his foster home. (Mf, ped, mast, oral) *** Part 2: The Bargain Is Made When Mr. Wilson left, I took a hot bath to think about what just happened. I watched as even more cum leaked out of my pussy into the water. When I was finished, I washed it down the drain and dried myself off. I slipped into my nightshirt and a fresh pair of panties. Changing the soiled sheets, I got into bed beneath my quilted bedspread. I knew I would have to face him in the morning and wasn't sure how to act. Although that first time was rough, it wasn't altogether intolerable. In any case, I knew that if I wanted to continue to live here, I would probably have to let Mr. Wilson fuck me on a regular basis. I decided to handle it the best way I could. The next morning when I heard him downstairs drinking coffee, I went down to join him. I didn't bother to put on my robe like I usually did. I went down in my short nightshirt, showing him I was not afraid. He didn't make direct eye contact with me as I poured myself some coffee. Perhaps he felt guilty about last night. Nevertheless he was checking me out as I stood there in my nightshirt. I was the one to break the ice. "I have been thinking a lot about what you said yesterday. And yes, I really like it here and want to stay. I didn't like how rough you were, but if that's what it will take, I'll let you fuck me whenever you want." I brazenly said. "And one more thing, before you fuck me again, you need to get me hooked-up with some birth control pills? We don't want to get pregnant now do we Jeb?" I continued. "And I assume I can call you Jeb now, can't I?" Speechless, Mr. Wilson, I mean Jeb, merely nodded his head yes. I turned and left the room with my coffee. I could see him eyeing my butt as I left. I felt that I had taken back control of my body. *** That evening, when I returned home from being with my girlfriends, there was a package on my nightstand. I opened it up and found a supply of birth control pills. Reading the directions I saw it was the perfect time of the month to start so I took the first one. I was now ready for anything Jeb would have me do. I decided to take a shower before bed, stripped and went into my bathroom. As the water was cascading over my naked body, I heard someone enter the room. I could see a shadow on the frosted door and then it opened. Standing right there was Jeb, totally naked. Without asking, he stepped in and closed the door behind him. It was okay with me. I had resolved myself to the fact that this would be my life from now on. He studied my naked body again as the water drenched my body, flowing over my tiny titties and dripping down between my thighs. I too used this time to get a better look at his body. He was in pretty good shape for being n his forties. He had a muscular chest and firm buttocks. His balls seemed heavy hanging below his flaccid cock. He took the washcloth from me, and started rubbing it all over my body. It felt really good yet I didn't want him to see that I liked it. After rubbing my titties, his hand went down between my legs and landed on my pussy. He dropped the washcloth and rubbed his fingers up and down my slit, as I stood there motionless. After a while, I felt one of his fingers sinking into my pussy hole. That would not have been possible until I lost my hymen yesterday and I had to admit, I liked how it felt. Then he took his other hand, and guided mine to his cock. Strangely enough, I wanted to touch it – I wanted to feel a man's cock. As I was feeling it all over, it grew to it's full eight inches right there in my hand. It gave me a sense of power and was happy I did it. As his hand started rubbing my clitoris, I started pumping his cock. Soon I had an orgasm that I couldn't hide and seeing this, he too came spewing his cum all over my legs. I took a few minutes it wash it off and rinse it down the drain, hoping I had satisfied him for the night, but he had more in store for me. Leading me out of the shower he patted me dry and then took my damp naked body and laid it on my bed. Then he put a pillow under my butt and climbed onto the bed putting his face between my legs. I thought I was ready for anything, but never expected this. All of a sudden I felt his tongue running up and down my slit. I tried to act detached but my body betrayed me. Soon my pelvis was pushing up to meet his mouth. When it clamped around my clitoris I couldn't take it anymore and exploded in another orgasm. As he came up beside me, I noticed his cock was hard again as it brushed against my leg. He noticed the open pill dispenser on my nightstand and climbed up over me. With his cock on my pussy he pushed forward and started to sink in. It was easier for him today because I was both wet and not resisting. I was not acting with enthusiasm but I was not fighting him either. Seeing this he fucked me much more gently. His strokes were steady and deep. He pulled almost all the way out each time before thrusting in deep. I was having a hard time not showing him that I enjoyed it. I think he knew. When he heard my breathing increase and my moans grow louder, he speeded up greatly. As my body exploded again, I felt his hot cum wash into my pussy. It felt really yummy but I tried not to show that I liked it. Before pulling out, he leaned up to give me a kiss. I turned my head away. This was still just a sexual arrangement and I wanted to keep it that way. Jeb didn't seem to mind. When he withdrew, big load of cum again flowed out of my pussy, this time landing on my pillow. He took a moment to hug me goodnight, and then left. I was starting to see a gentler side of him. Soon I drifted off to sleep. *** The next night at shower time, the same thing happened. This time however, I was the only one to cum in the shower. Jeb took my hand off of his cock before I could make him cum. After drying me off and taking me to bed he did something different. This time Jeb lay on his back pulling me between his legs. With his cock sticking straight up, I knew what he expected me to do. I wasn't really thrilled but knew it was part of the deal. Leaning down I took just the tip of his cock into my mouth. I noticed some precum on it but it didn't taste like anything, maybe just a little salty. After sucking it for a while, I slid it further down my throat. As I did, I licked the underside of his shaft. Looking up I saw that he was lost in the pleasure. I was again proud that I, as a thirteen-year old, could have such power over a grown man. Having seen some videos on the Internet, I slid my mouth up and down his shaft as deep as I could, licking and sucking the whole time. It didn't take long and soon Jeb was shooting his cum into my mouth and deep down my throat. I continued to suck until I felt his cock stop spurting and then pulled away swallowing it all. Jeb just lay there completely drained. After a while he got up and left, but not before hugging me goodnight again. *** This pattern continued throughout the summer, especially when Mrs. Wilson was gone on business. We not only fucked at night but during the day. I was having a hard time pretending that this was just an arrangement and that I did not enjoy it. It didn't matter to Jeb. He was happy to fuck, eat and get blown by a thirteen-year old. We fucked a lot. When Mrs. Wilson was away he even stayed in my bed so we could fuck all night. I still didn't let him kiss me on the mouth, however, sometimes in the heat of passion, we would kiss each other's neck and earlobes. The arrangement seemed to working just fine. To be continued... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 83