My foster parents began grooming me when I was 13. Having me watch them having s** and showering with them. They are the on3s that taught me what touch and m*********** were and I was commonly in their bed watching and learning and they enjoyed watching me j******* as i watched. My first real interaction with them was at 15. I was admittedly fascinated with watching her s*** his c*** and seeing him c** on her t*** or belly. One night when I was already very close watching she offered his c*** to me. He smiled and told me only if i wanted. I learned to enjoy olit very quickly. From then on she and I were regularly sucking him together. I had seen them f*** in every imaginable way including a***. On my 16th birthday they invited me to their bed and told me it was time. I thought they meant that I would get to f*** for the first time but as I sucked him she had her face buried between my cheeks and since I had seen them do that before I realized what it meant. Not that I was resisting until I felt the pressure of him entering my a**. It was intense but he taugh4 me what it was like to be fucked. I was constantly hard and limp and finally she jerked me off as he was c****** in my a**. From that night forward until I moved out on my own at 19 I was in their bed every night. I was routinely fucked by him at least weekly but usually every few days. After months I found the courage to ask when I would be allowed to f*** her but that made her laugh in my face. That there was no way she would ever s*** me or let me f*** her because she would not do such a thing with a little cocksucking f*****. I argued that she had let me eat her p**** often enough and I clearly enjoyed it but she said that did not matter. Once he did feel sorry for me and had me mount her and enter her but she was immediately screaming and fighting it and saying the worst things to me. She actually walked out of the room to shower and clean herself and threatening to say i raped her if i ever touched her again. Because of that I stopped accepting the rare invitations and since he was actually kind to me was grateful for the nights he came to my bed and sometimes even stayed the night. I finally experienced being with a woman and have enjoyed it wxclusively. But my foster mother has never spoken to me since I moved out and my foster father still comes over often, in general or when he needs s** including staying the night. He always apologizes for what she did and said to me every time he sees me.
