Everything changed when I hit puberty and began my transformation from boy to man. I had always been ahead of the curve, for my age, when it came to development and puberty was no different. By the time I was twelve, I was already 5' 5" and weighed over 130 lbs and showed no signs of slowing down. Although I was still out-sized by my foster dad, I had finally reached my breaking point with the abuse. While foster dad, Frank, was bigger and heavier, he wasn't in very good shape and had relied on his size alone to abuse me. I, on the other hand, had become quite fit and strong. I had worked hard around the house on my chores and had taken religiously to intense physical training as an Hardcore outlet for my pent-up rage. I beat the man to within an inch of his life that night and was only stopped when the police arrived, called by my foster mother out of fear of what her and her husband had created. Both parents were arrested and I was taken into protective custody. I spent the next six months in a children's wing of a mental clinic under intense scrutiny from the medical staff and psychologists to determine if there was any lasting mental damage to me. As I said, I was far more intelligent than my years would suggest and knew that the only way out was to play along with the clinic. I had been tested way above board on their evaluations and was eventually cleared to leave. Because I was a ward of the state at this point, the clinic had final say on where I would end up and they placed had placed me with the Hensons. Robert and Melanie Henson were a young couple, Robert 31 and Melanie 27, who had failed at having children of their own and decided on foster care. They had heard about me from the media surrounding my abusive home and actively sought me out to care for. Robert was an activist lawyer and Melanie was a certified teacher, but had quit to pursue a career in aerobics instruction. Since I'd be living with a professional family and essentially a stay-at-home foster mother, the state awarded custody of me to the Hensons. While everything seemed perfect on the surface, which it was, at the start, something had changed in me. As I stood over the abusive Frank, pummelling the life from him, I realized how attractive power and control was. I vowed I would never again be at the mercy of anyone else and would strive to ensure that my life was lived on my terms. Naturally, I kept this part of myself hidden from my new fosters and the social workers who would do their regular check-ups, but it was always there and I was always observing, analyzing. After my first year with the Hensons, I began to notice a change in the home. It was clear that Robert was not as keen on bringing me into their home as Melanie was. I could read Robert like a book the moment I arrived. Robert was a small man, standing at only 5' 7" and narrow in frame. He oral was often bullied and picked on in high school, because of his dimiuative size, and carried a chip on his shoulder into college. He saw how the jocks and other Alpha types seemed to breeze their way through school, college and into high paying fields all thanks to some "Good ol' Boys" club he had imagined. He was always jealous of the way girls and success seemed to throw themselves at these guys and not allowing himself to entertain the notion that it was confidence, attitude and hard work that was responsible for their "privileged" lives. Sure, being genetically inferior to these cum men didn't help guys like Robert, but where some would deal with and overcome their disadvantage, guys like Robert would use it as a crutch to explain away their misfortune or lack of opportunity. Robert found solace in activism while attending law school. asian He drank the kool-aid and bought into the idea that the kind men he despised deserved to be brought down. The people he associated with were mostly on the lower end of the genetic scale, like Robert, and allowed themselves to be consumed with an ideology that the "have's" and "have not's" were not a result of hard work and sacrifice, but simply two camps that you were either born into or you weren't.It could be argued that Robert and I were not all that different. That we were both bullied and teen abused by those bigger and stronger than us and we both had vowed never to be the victim again, but that was where the similarities ended. The differences were, I chose make my own way, to never allow myself to be preyed upon, while Robert chose to attack those who had simply done better than he, angry at them for being successful where he wasn't. Robert was just like the abusive foster's I grew up with, just without the drinking or drug habits. He was a cowardly punk who lacked the manhood to stand toe-to-toe in the ring with the competition and earn his way to the top. Instead, he chose to attack others who had put in the long hours, the leg work, the sacrifice, to build their lives and leech off the petty lawsuits. At home, he was a dictator that often bordered on the verge of tyrant. He could put on a good show for company or the social workers, as he knew how to be polite and well spoken, but he was always paranoid of everyone around him. He was extremely jealous of Melanie and always kept her under close supervision when he could. He would just short of interrogate her when he would come home from work and ask about her day. He made sure to keep track of everyone she talked to, appointments she had and how long she took to do them. He would call her throughout the day to make sure she was still at home. He demanded that things be done a certain way, that meals be prepared at certain times and even I even think he decided on her attire. Either she just said some magic words, or this little ass martini glass packed more alcohol than I imagined. “Slowly. Suddenly the interior door to the left groaned open, and the Romulan Subcommander came through, examining a device in his hand. He grabbed a fistful of my ebony hair, pulled out his stinking, fat cock, and rammed it into my throat. I sucked on her clit for a moment. It was simply impossible not to watch her. "You want me to cut your pussy, bitch?" Hardcore you teen are really big trouble and tugging at strings i broke years ago " those words made me feel warm and fuzzy inside but even more confused in my head . We pulled into the drive it still wasn't raining so i got out and held the doors open for the girls .... I was watching the movie but was thinking about when and if I should reach for her breast. She closed her eyes and satisfied smile came to her lips. Rob ordered me. cum “Hey..am I talking to Liz ? “ , asked someone from the other side. I had decided to stay away from the sex parts for as long as possible. And Bea was happy about the lower bunk bed being hers, instead of the upper one. “Not today. I shuddered, breathing it in as her breasts bounced above me. She groaned, thrusting away hard and fast. Would this be the thing that changed her feelings about me? I hated this. How oral did I get here? Jace walked home with a huge smile on his face. I tried to think back to when I was getting caned, and pulled my face into the same expression. Grasping your waist, I turn you around so that you are leaning against the edge of my desk. Sam had been watching from his basket and like all dogs his powers of recovery were very high and he was now interested again in the smells and sights coming from the other side of the room. As they came down from their orgasmic bliss we got them both on their knees, told them to open their mouths and get ready for an explosion. It was around 5:30 and the girls were going to get around 6 for dinner. She chocked few times but she didn’t object or ask me to stop, so I kept fucking her head hard. Julia’s hips bucked violently in reaction, her cock bounced furiously, and she stomped on the ground as her orgasm was held inside her. Pushing her over, Sarah tumbled onto the sheets. Donna comes out, also looking stunning. Trevor told Mitch that coach hung out at the local coffee house after school. She knows she can’t be what I expect. It wasn't long before she was groaning loudly as her orgasm rocked her body. Axia looked up. She knew that it would have been, the hottest orgasm of her life. Michael forgot an important paper he had written for his history class and has to rush home to get it. The expression on Kyle’s face was not one of surprise, but one of those snarky, humorous ones when one would catch another in a compromising position. 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