Missy and Foster Care

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.

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This is a work of fiction. This story involves a young woman losing her virginity to a pervert who had previously had custody of her. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.

My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end. If you haven't already figured it out from the previous chapter, Rob (one of the main characters) is really only interested in the sexual side of these girls, so don't expect much in the way of background.

Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

When Missy was fifteen, her mom was having legal problems (she got arrested and went to prison), and Missy was put into the foster care system. It felt really awkward, and for the first few years she was moved around to several foster homes.

Missy finally got placed in a home where it looked like she might stay for a while. She was more than halfway through her junior year in high school at the time, and she would turn eighteen before the school year was over (not because she had failed any grades, but because her mom had started her in school late).

The foster dad's name was Fred, and the foster mom's name was Denise. Fred was a high school teacher and Denise worked in an office. Missy was told by the social worker that they had been foster-parents for many years and had cared for several teenage girls during that time.

Typically, foster care ended when an adolescent turned eighteen (the money to the foster parents usually stops then), but Fred and Denise told Missy that she could stay as long as she contributed something to the family (and at least until she graduated from high school the next spring. What she was supposed to contribute wasn't specified. Anyway, she did her best to keep the house clean, do the laundry and cook most of the meals. They seemed happy with that, and Missy was happy that she would be able to finish high school.

Missy had moved in, and during the rest of the school year, nothing unusual happened. When her junior year ended, and summer came, the routine in the family changed. She did OK in high school, but not well enough to go to college with a scholarship when she finally graduated the next year. Still, she wanted the high school degree. She had seen how hard it was for her mom without one.

Fred and Denise were always there to talk or listen, and Missy opened up to them. Actually, it was mostly Fred because Denise tended to work long hours at her job. Fred and Missy talked about all sorts of things when they were alone. Of course, he wanted to know what her hopes and dreams were, but the conversations often got a lot more personal than that. One night, close to the end of her junior year, they were sitting on her bed talking. Fred asked what she wanted to do during the summer.

Missy figured that if she got a job for the summer between her junior and senior years, that would create problems (because she wouldn't be able to do the chores she had assumed), so she figured she would just continue doing what she had been doing. Fred had the summer off, but Denise still had to work most of the time.

Fred liked her answer. He said, "We will have a lot of fun together up at the cabin during the summer."

Missy asked him about the cabin, and he told her all about the cabin and the lake. Fred and Denise had some property in the mountains by a beautiful lake, and Fred would normally spend the summers there with any foster kids they had at the time, while Denise would come up from the city on weekends and when she took her vacation. So, as soon as school was out, Fred and Missy would move up to the cabin. Then, they would live just like they did down in the city.

It suddenly occurred to Missy that she didn't have a swimming suit, but he told her not to worry. He would buy her one or two swimming suits the next day. All he needed was her measurements. She wasn't really sure what her measurements were, so he told her that he would measure her.

However, he said, she would need to strip down to her panties and bra if he was going to get good measurements. She hesitated, but then shrugged her shoulders and pulled her nightgown off. It wasn't until Missy had removed her nightgown that Fred fully realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. She asked, "Should I put on a bra?"

"No," he replied. "I can measure you like that." He went to the other room to get a measuring tape, and then Fred proceeded to take all of Missy's measurements as she stood there in the middle of the room. First, he started with her hip measurement, and then moved to her waist.

When he moved up, he first measured around her ribs (just under her breasts). Then, he asked her to cup her breasts from below, so he could get an accurate measurement around her breasts at the nipples without her breasts being pressed down. When he was done, he was surprised. "34C-22-34," he said.

"That is different than the bras I normally wear. I was wondering why they don't fit that well," she replied.

"OK," Fred said. "I will get you some new bras as well, if you would like that. By the way, you have very beautiful breasts."

Missy blushed, but didn't cover her breasts. "Thank you," she said as she lowered her head.

"You seem tense," Fred commented. "Would you like me to give you a massage?"

"I don't know," she said. "I've never had that."

"Just lay on your bed and I will massage you," Fred replied. "If you don't like it, I will stop."

Missy lay on her tummy, and Fred gave her a good back rub. His fingers seemed to touch every place on her back and sides, including under her panties, but she never felt threatened. When he finished the massage, he leaned over and kissed the back of her neck and told her to just ask if she ever wanted another massage.

The next afternoon, Fred handed Missy a bag, and told her, "Here are the swimsuits and bras I promised you. Would you mind if I watch as you try them on?"

Missy wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do, but she didn't want to make Fred mad, so she said, "OK." They went into her bedroom, and Missy started removing her clothes. When she was down to her bra and panties, she opened the bag. She was surprised by both the swimsuits and the bras. The swimsuits were string bikinis, and the bras were almost transparent lace lingerie. There were matching panties as well. "Are you sure that Denise will be OK with these?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," he replied. "Denise will be fine with them. She has commented on how sexy she thinks you are."

"OK," Missy answered, and pulled her bra and panties off. When she did, Fred commented that she should shave her pubic hair to make the bikinis look their best. "I don't know how," she replied. "I've never done that before."

Fred smiled and said, "Don't worry. I'll help you." He ducked out of the room and returned a few seconds later with shaving equipment. He had her lay on her back, and then foamed up all of the pubic hair around her crotch. Missy was scared, but she followed his instructions. She had her eyes closed, but she could feel his fingers moving her pussy lips and buttocks around as he shaved her all over. When he was done, he used a damp towel to clean her and then rubbed in some lotion.

She was getting dizzy from the strange feelings, but he never tried to do anything beyond shaving her. He showed Missy her bottom using a mirror and then told her to try on the first bikini. She stood up and tried to figure out the bikini. It had strings that held the bra and bottom on her, but she was having a hard time holding things up as she tied them.

Missy got frustrated, and Fred suggested that she hold the bottoms up while he tied the sides. That worked well, so he had her hold the triangles of fabric over her breasts as he tied the strings behind her neck and then behind her back. When she had the bikini on, she looked at herself in the mirror. "This doesn't cover much," she said.

"It is perfect on you," Fred replied. "A beautiful girl like you shouldn't hide what she has. Now, take it off, leaving the strings tied, and let's try on the other swimsuit."

Missy slipped the top over her shoulders and head, and pushed the bottoms down her legs. She was really feeling funny between her legs, but she didn't want to say anything. She took the bottoms from the second bikini and held them up to her body. Once again, Fred tied the strings at her hips. Next, Missy held the cloth triangles over her breasts as Fred tied the strings behind her back and her back.

"Wow," Fred exclaimed. "I really like that one."

Missy looked at herself in the mirror, and couldn't believe what she was wearing, the bikini barely covered her nipples and slit. There was no way she could say it covered her breasts and pussy because most of her flesh was still exposed. "I can't wear this in public," she said. "It shows too much."

"Nonsense," Fred returned. "It shows just the right amount. Besides, our lake is private. The only ones who will see you are me and Denise, and even Denise won't be up there that often. You are drop dead gorgeous, and I love the way your new bikinis look on you."

Missy wasn't sure about how she felt about how Fred was ogling her body, but she sighed and resigned herself to the situation. It was becoming obvious that Fred didn't see her just as a foster daughter, and since she had turned 18, she really wasn't. She would have to be careful around him.

Next, Fred told her to take off the second bikini, just as she had the first, and try on the bras and panties he had bought. She stripped, laying the second bikini on the bed next to the first, and then changed into the first bra and panty set. Again, she was shocked by how little they covered, but they fit her perfectly. When she turned to look at her back in the mirror, she was surprised that all that showed was strings. She was practically naked from the rear.

"You won't have to worry about lines with these," Fred commented. After she tried on the second lingerie set, with the same results, Missy better understood how Fred wanted to see her. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. On the one hand, it felt good that he saw her as sexy. On the other hand, she didn't want anything to happen that would make Denise mad at her.

A few days later, Fred and Missy drove up to the cabin. It was about a four-hour drive, and Fred and Missy talked the whole time. Missy could tell that Fred was excited about something, but it wasn't apparent why. When the cabin came into view, Fred said, "Prepare to have a great time this summer."

They got everything unloaded and put away in the cabin. At the lake cabin, Missy had her own bedroom (which seemed bigger than it really was because mirrors covered one of the walls). One wall in the bathroom was also covered in mirrors. It gave those rooms an illusion of a lot of space, even though they were in a rather small cabin. She was really impressed with the beauty of the place, both inside and out. This was truly a special place

The first day they were there, Fred had Missy put on one of her bikinis and they went swimming in the lake. The water was pretty cold. In fact, it was cold enough that Missy's nipples became erect and she had goosebumps all over her body. Fred commented, "Wow," you look even better now that you are wet. Missy looked down and realized that her bikini had not only become somewhat transparent but the top had pulled off of her nipples when she entered the water.

Missy put her hands up to cover her nipples, climbed out of the lake onto the dock, and quickly wrapped herself in her towel. It didn't completely warm her up, but at least the transparent and wayward bikini was hidden from view (along with her breasts). Fred almost cried when she wrapped herself in the towel. He tried to convince her to lay out on the dock with the towel under her until she warmed up. In reality, he just wanted to see more of her body.

When she insisted on going inside, they went back to the cabin, Fred said he would build a fire in the fireplace, so they could warm up again. When Missy came in from the lake, Fred tried to convince her to stay in the living room by the fire, but she eventually went into her room to change. When she got undressed, Missy had a strange sensation that she was being watched, and it was creeping her out. Nevertheless, she dried herself and rubbed some lotion into her skin while she was nude to keep the mountain air from drying her skin. The sensation had to be because of her reflection in the mirror.

Then, because it was getting late, she slipped on a night shirt and went out to the fireplace. She didn't bother with panties or bra. The fire wasn't lit yet, and Fred was nowhere around, so Missy sat on the couch, pulled a comforter over her, and waited. Pretty soon, Fred walked into the room, handed Missy a hot cider, started the fire, and asked if she was OK. The cold water had cramped her muscles, and Missy told him so. He quickly offered to massage any tight muscles she had.

Fred had decided that, if Missy wasn't going to willingly give him what he wanted, he would use other methods to convince her. The powder he had mixed into her cider was part of that plan. He would be partaking of her pussy that night, no matter what.

Missy finished her cider, turned her back to him, and pointed to her shoulder. Fred definitely knew how to give a great massage. He turned her shoulders into putty. The only problem was that he didn't stop at Missy's shoulders. When they were nice and loose, he told her to lay face down on the sofa, and he would massage the rest of her tight muscles.

Fred laid the comforter over her and put his hands underneath to rub Missy's back muscles. But not before pushing her nightshirt up under the comforter until it only covered her shoulders. She hadn't put any underwear on in the bedroom, so Missy was basically lying nude under the comforter. He started working her muscles, and she was melting like milk chocolate under his touch. Missy was also getting a little worked up because he was spending a lot of time on her butt. However, she fell asleep while he was massaging her.

When Fred realized that Missy was out for the count, with no signs of imminent recovery, he lifted her up and carried her in to her bed. He lay he down on her back, but not before completely removing her nightshirt from her body. Once it was gone, he removed his own clothes, spread her legs and lay down between them. He started by suckling her nipples. Even though she was completely unconscious, her nipples were still fully erect and standing up on her small areola. He loved her nipples. In fact, he loved everything about her breasts. They were so soft and smooth, and they were perfectly shaped and proportioned to her body.

Fred spent a long time suckling her nipples and caressing her breasts before moving down to kiss and suck her labia and clitoris. He found it interesting that, even in her unconscious state, her pussy was producing large amounts of natural lubricant.

When he tried to slide his index finger up into her vagina, he got a big surprise. Even though he and Missy had talked about a lot of personal things in the previous months, he had no idea that she was a virgin. Fred had never had sex with a virgin (Denise had been very experienced sexually when they met), and the idea of taking Missy's virginity excited him.

He explored her vaginal entrance with his finger until he found the small opening in her hymen. With the tip of his finger, he pressed into and through her hymen until it was in to the second knuckle. Then, Fred paired his middle finger up with his index finger and pushed both of them into her pussy. There was some blood on his fingers, but he wasn't worried about that. He figured that this would be enough to be able to get his cock started in her vagina.

Fred got up on his knees between her knees, lifted up her hips, and placed a pillow under her butt. Then, he slid his cockhead around in her juices until it was fully lubed. Next, Fred started pressing his cock into her vaginal entrance, until he felt her hymen tear completely, and his cock was sliding fully into her vagina. He figured that he had done her a favor, since it probably would have hurt badly if her hymen had been torn with her awake.

He didn't see any reason to pause, so Fred immediately started pummeling her pussy with his hard cock. The area around her vaginal entrance was pretty messy, with blood and her natural lube oozing out of her pussy, but that just allowed him to pound her even harder. Even with all of the liquid, he couldn't go very long because her tight little pussy was strangling his cock. Fred climaxed and erupted inside of her, emptying his balls into her pussy.

Once his climax concluded, he pulled his cock out of her pussy. She was a mess, with his cum running out of her pussy and cum and blood everywhere. He went into the bathroom, got a wet towel, and cleaned her thoroughly (at least he thought it was thorough). He changed the linens on her bed, including the sheets and pillowcases, and remade the bed. Then, Fred put Missy back in her bed, and tucked her in. With one last one-sided passionate kiss, he went to his own bed and went to sleep.

When Missy awoke, she was in her bed. Her pussy was sore, and there seemed to be some milky liquid mixed with blood coming from it. She wasn't sure what was going on, but Missy was very tired and quickly went back to sleep. The next morning when she awoke, Missy examined herself, and found a dried mixture on the skin around her pussy. The lips of her pussy were red and her vaginal entrance was very sore.

Missy went into the bathroom and showered to clean herself up. When she went into the common area, Fred had a hot breakfast waiting for her. Missy asked him what happened the night before. He said she just fell asleep, and he had carried her to bed. She guessed that part was true, but it was what happened afterward that she was really concerned about, so she asked what had happened after he carried her to bed.

He asked, "What do you mean?"

She replied, "When I woke up, my pussy had blood and some creamy liquid running out of it."

Fred got scared and said, "I'm sorry. I could help myself. You were just so sexy, and when you fell asleep and wouldn't wake up, I touched you down there and put my finger in. Can you forgive me?"

"Yes, Fred," she answered, "I forgive you." He leaned in and kissed her forehead before sitting down to his own breakfast. She thought about asking more questions but decided not to just then.

There were a couple of more times that week that after dinner or after a drink that Missy would fall asleep for no apparent reason, and then wake later in her bed with pearlescent liquid oozing out of her pussy. There was never any blood again, and there was no more pain.

During the next couple of weeks, Fred touched Missy a lot more often when they were together. He would often come into her room without knocking (there was no lock on her door), and she got massages once or twice a day (or night). Missy was becoming accustomed to Fred seeing her partially dressed or naked or touching her intimately, and she resigned herself that this would be the new normal. She still didn't realize that she was no longer a virgin.