Page 147 of A Foster Fling
In an easy movement, he rolls me onto my front, hauling me back up the bed onto my hands and knees, using my legs to pull me closer to him.
“I’ve only done this once. I’m not sure you’ll fit,” I whimper as nervousness overtakes the intense arousal that’s clouding my thoughts.
“I’ll be careful,” he says in a soothing tone.
Troy strums my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure zinging thought me as he dips a fingers into my soaked pussy and then slowly works them into my ass. The burn as the muscle stretches is intense, and I cry out at the overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure as another orgasm rips through me.
He repeats this pleasurable torture over and over until he’s managed to fit two, and then three large fingers into my ass. I’m a quivering mess of arousal by the time he stops and withdraws them, this time moving behind me
“Are you ready for me, sweet girl?,” he asks, his voice dripping with lust.
He grunts as he forces the head of my cock into my pre-stretched hole, but even with the prep, it’s still a tight fit. Once he’s fully seated inside of me he starts to move, gently and slowly at first to allow me time to adjust. Eventually he finds his own pace, furiously fucking my ass like a madman.
“Fuck, Robyn,” he groans as I come again.
He maintains the depth and rhythm, abusing my poor asshole, while I orgasm one after the other. The sound coming out of my mouth is a garbled mixture of screaming, crying, moaning, but he doesn’t stop his onslaught until he’s grunting and jerking behind me, filling me with a fresh load of his cum. Blackness swallows me…
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“Robyn, you need to move, sweet girl. I think Raiden just got home.”
I don’t move…I can’t.
“Robyn, come on,” he urges, and even though I’m not sure if I’ll even be able to stand right now, I force my sluggish body to respond. I slide off the bed and grab my nightshirt from the floor and slide it back over my head and put my arms through. Standing on shaky legs, I desperately trying to ignore the sensation of my Troy’s cum leaking out of my ass along with the burning in my muscles, and every hole he used tonight. I proceed to leave the room as quickly as I can on wobbly legs. My muscles and body are aching and screaming in protest as I force myself to remain upright while I retreat to my bedroom.
I can hear the sound of Troy moving around in his room just as a set of feet hit the stairs. I let out a small squeak when I see Raiden bounding up the stairs, and I duck into my room, nearly falling through the door in my unstable state and hurry. The thud of my heart and my panted breaths all seem so loud; the realization of what we did, nearly getting caught, and physical exertion are wreaking havoc on the natural rhythm of my body.
Waking up the next morning, I feel an odd sensation between my legs. I open my eyes and look down to see that Troy has my legs spread wide, and the unfamiliar feeling is the swipe of his tongue on my pussy. He smiles when he sees I’m awake, and resumes his wicked assault on my pussy, sucking and licking it like it’s the juiciest fruit he’s ever tasted.
“Don’t say a word about this to anyone, Robyn,” Troy instructs as he proceeds to drag his tongue up my slit to circle my clit with the tip before plunging it deep in my slick hole. It takes everything in me to keep from screaming when the orgasm rockets through me. My fingers find his hair, and when he locates my sweet spot, my back bows off the bed. Pressing his face and tongue harder against me, he doesn’t stop or slow down. Instead, he keeps going, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until I’m slack and shaking on the bed, mouth open in a silent cry of euphoria, covered in sweat, and dripping with cum.
A smug smile spreads across his face as he gets up from the bed, and proceeds to straighten his clothes and smooth his hair back into place. He quietly heads to the door, stopping with his hand on the doorknob.
“Thanks for breakfast,” he says with a wink, licking his lips for emphasis. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
I quiver again, the sight of his tongue alone causing my pussy to ache and wetten even more. Troy notices this, and the smug grin deepens into a devious smirk that sends a tremor through my body.
Epilogue
Robyn
It’s been five months since I first came to live with Troy and Raiden, and three months since Troy and I began our illicit affair. Fortunately, we haven’t been caught, and have continued to be as subtle as possible to keep attention away from the goings on under his roof.
Raiden has become somewhat distant with me lately, and I don’t know if it’s because we know I’ll be leaving soon, or if it’s something deeper than that. Sometimes I wonder if Raiden suspects something is going on with me and his dad, but attempting to find out would only raise more questions and complications.
We’ve been careful these past few months, both keeping our activities concealed, and sexually as well. I don’t want to get pregnant so young, and I don’t think Troy is particularly drawn to the idea of having a second child of his own. I’m still planning to go to college, and I’ve managed to ace all of my finals and land almost a full-ride to my chosen college.
There are still a few weeks left until I turn eighteen, and while I’m dreading having to leave Troy, I have to think about school and my future. It’s almost the end of my time as a foster kid, and I’m excited to know that I’m going to have complete control over my life the moment I turn eighteen and social services write me off and forget I ever existed.
I have my doubts about the longevity of a potential future spent with Troy, but I’m also not going to get myself needlessly tied down. The one rule I always tried to follow growing up in the system was, ‘don’t get too attached’. I’ve broken, trodden on, and completely obliterated my own cardinal rule.
Once I’m legally free, there will be no need to hide the relationship, although it would raise a lot of eyebrows, and even more questions considering our age difference and the circumstances of how we met. I don’t want to cause trouble for Troy, or prevent him from continuing to do what he loves.
It’s tempting to just slip away into the darkness and vanish from his and Raiden’s lives, leaving them to continue theirs while I finally begin mine.
I never knew sex could be the way that Troy has shown me it can be, the giving and taking of pleasure, and the mutual enjoyment that can be gained from it. There are things I’m still nervous about, things I’ve only ever experienced unwillingly at the hands of members of my former foster families, but Troy has opened my eyes to so much more.
I know deep inside me that I’ll probably stick to my original decision to move on from here and find my own place in life. But wherever I end up, I will always hold Troy and Raiden in my heart.