I grew up in foster homes. The first couple of ones were great, but my last one was bad. My foster mother, Joan, had four foster children. This included me(12), my brother Johnny(6),Pablo(11), and Pablo's little sister Marie(5). Joan expected me to take care of the other kids when she was at work. She worked two jobs so I had to babysit every night. It was okay the first couple of weeks, but then it got boring.
One day I decided to have some fun with Pablo. We had flirted slightly with one another before, but I wanted to see how far I could go. I waited until the other kids were in bed, and then I told Pablo to meet me in Joan's room. I had found erotic books in her room while cleaning earlier that week. It sounded fun to get Pablo's opinion on these books. Once we were in the room I showed him the book.
"Where did you get that?" he asked.
"Joan keeps them under her bed. I found it while I was cleaning." I explained.
"Did you read it?" he asked. I shook my head.
"Let's read it together." I suggested. We sat down on the bed, and I opened the book to the middle and started reading:
"I shuddered as his soft lips brushed past my engorged breasts. Oh, how he teased me! My lacy thong was wet with my love juice. When he pulled my thong slowly off, I got goosebumps all over. He licked my nipple lightly before he moved down to my hot, wet pussy. I spread my legs as he moved his tongue up and down my slit. He found my clitoris and sucked on it. I moaned, almost in orgasm. He penetrated me with two fingers. Soon his wiggling fingers and snake-like tonuge were too much for me. I orgasmed harder than I ever had before!"
"Wow," I said. I could feel my pussy tingling under my shorts.
"Yea," he said,"Do you feel weird? Like butterflies are in your stomach or something?"
"Yea! What is that?" I asked,"Is it...orgasm?"
"I don't think so. In my last foster home, my foster brother told me orgasm is when guys cum and shoot out jism from their cocks."
"Have you ever done that?" Now I was interested.
"No, I don't think I now how. Sometimes my cock gets hard, but then it goes away." he said.
"Oh, a long time ago some girl told me that you have to have sex or masturbate to have an orgasm." I said.
"What's masturbate?"
"It's when you rub yourself. Here, I'll show you." I took my shorts off and pulled down my underwear. I rubbed my finger up and down my pussy lips. It slid easily because it was so wet.
"What's that shiny stuff?" Pablo asked.
"I think it's what the love juice was in the book." My finger opened my pussy lips more and more with every motion. Soon my pussy looked pink and puffy. I had little to no pubic hair so it was easy to tell.
"What's that little button?" Pablo asked. I looked down. A little hard piece of flesh was sticking out of my pussy lips.
"Maybe it's my clitoris?" I guessed.
"Well, touch it." Pablo said, "See what it does." I moved my wet finger to the little button. I lightly rubbed and it made me feel this burning almost starting at my feet. I had no clue what it was, but it felt good. I moaned and gasped as I plunged my finger further into my pussy folds. The skin closed around my finger as I circled my clitoris.
"Wow, I guess it feels good." Pablo said. I nodded. My heart felt like it was going to explode. I stopped suddenly.
"You try." I said.
"Try what?" Pablo asked.
"Masturbating. Come on, it feels great." I said. Pablo took off his boxers and t-shirt so he was totally naked. His undeveloped cock was slightly raised. I asked, "Are you turned on?"
"By you? Yea!" he said. "See? My cock's a little hard." He held it up to show me.
"Now rub it." I said. I watched while he masturbated his cock. My heart was pounding again. He grunted and I could see his penis becoming more and more erect. I sat back on the bed. I spread my legs and tickled my thighs. Pablo was grunting louder as he furiously jacked his cock off. His penis was fully erect and some white substance was seeping out the top. He doubled over with one last grunt, and then stood up.
"Uh," he said, catching his breath," I think that was an orgasm." He smiled and watched me as I fingered my clit. He sat down on the bed next to me and pulled off my shirt.
"Pablo! What..." I protested. He stopped me.
"Don't worry; it'll feel good." Pablo tweaked my tiny nipples, sending electric shocks throughout my young body. I moaned in sheer pleasure. Pablo then bent over and sucked my nipple. I was in heaven.
"Oh! Oh! Oh God!" I moaned. My back arched with every contraction. I had just orgasmed for the first time. I sighed and layed back while Pablo licked my nipples. "I just orgasmed."
Pablo stopped licking and kissed me. He said, "This was fun, wasn't it?"
Pablo and I continued to have these sessions until we got new foster homes when I was 14. We continued to talk online, and sometimes we even masturbated together over the internet. Now I'm 18 and going off to college this summer. How knows? Maybe Pablo and I will meet up again. I have many other stories from Joan's foster home, but I'll save those for another time.
