BB-333  Sex By Adoption
[aka 'Adoption Agency Girl' or 'Orphan Of Desire']
(Rosco J. Murtson)


FOREWORD 

Unfortunately, society preys on the helplessness of the innocent. And the 
elderly and the young are the most innocent we have: the elderly because 
they have little or no power and knowing that people with strength can do no 
more than bear inequity, they bear it; and children because they know 
neither their strength nor the weaknesses of the society which oppresses 
them. 

Not to leave the impression that this is a grim novel of social strife. It 
is better to say it is a rather gay look at a childhood discovery of sex and 
sexuality set in the decadent stage of a social institution. 

Orphanages or adoption agencies have long been noted for their abuses of 
their charges. Too often inadequately supervised, run by people who have 
their own particular perversions, be they money or sex, the orphanage has 
become the symbol for many of the degradation of young people. 

This is hardly a truism that applies equally to every such agency. In fact, 
there are always steadfast places and people who hold the line, giving both 
love and care to their charges. But it is best to beware of the bad as well 
as the good. There is no changing evil unless one can see it and recognize 
it for what it is. 

-THE PUBLISHER 


CHAPTER ONE 

Standing on the scales to be weighed and measured, little Jane White was 
still trembling with cold and fear. The smock the little girl wore-her only 
garment-didn't offer any protection. Sleeveless, tied at the neck but wide 
open down the back, its rough cotton came only to her hips. 

She was cold, and everything about the day had been cold, cold, cold. She'd 
been abandoned by her parents, taken in by the police, and delivered to this 
concrete mausoleum known as the Youth Advantage Agency in one day. The 
people at the agency received her in a cold, sneering way, as if she was to 
blame for needing the charity that a foster home could provide. Then Jane 
had been made to take an icy shower in a cold concrete shower stall. 

When she emerged, her clothes were gone and the nurse had left for the 
night. The Director of the Agency was waiting to give her the physical she 
had to have before she could join the other unfortunate girls at the agency. 
It was the worst day of Jane White's fourteen-year life, and all she could 
do about it was shake from fear and cold and try to keep from crying. 

"Five feet one inch, one hundred and three pounds," Harold Scantland 
intoned. "Step off the scales and get up on the examination table." 

Scantland held her elbow. He was itching to get his hands on more of Jane, 
most especially on that impertinently rounded little ass that she was 
unsuccessfully trying to cover with the inadequate smock he'd picked out for 
her. Sooner or later Scantland got his hands on all the choice girls that 
passed through his doors. And Jane White was so choice that he was 
determined to fuck her just as soon as possible. If she was as good as she 
looked, it would be a long time before he let her slip into the hands of 
some foster parents. 

He ran his fingers lightly up the girl's arm, savoring the way she cringed 
away from him. "You wouldn't be cold, would you?" he said, leaning close, 
looking into her widened blue eyes, breathing her young, clean scent. 

"F-Freezing. Isn't there any ... heat in this building?" 

He patted her arm reassuringly. "I'll take care of you," he said, and moved 
to turn up the thermostat in the room. His prick was growing hard already. 
It felt good to rub it against the countertop as he made hot tea from the 
kettle on the hot plate. Scantland blocked her view as he added honey, 
cinnamon, and liberal dollops of rum to the two steaming mugs. To Harold 
Scantland, Jane was the picture of innocence going to waste. 

She had wide blue eyes that looked up to him as her only friend in the world 
as he handed her the spiked tea. She had a round, pretty face, a slightly 
uptilted nose, and sweet cupid's bow lips. Those lips would be just fine 
wrapped around a sliding cock, Scantland thought, and her plump little 
cheeks would look great all sunken in with suction. 

Jane's hair was glossy black, healthy looking, falling in slightly 
bedraggled waves down to her shivering white shoulders. She had fine shapely 
legs, clasped tightly together as she sat on the edge of the black 
leather-covered table. And under that rough cotton smock were ripening young 
breasts just waiting to be plucked by experienced .hands. Harold Scant-land 
knew. He'd peeped through the crack in the door to get a good look at her as 
she'd been showering. 

The agency director's smile reminded Jane of a lizard. He was of medium 
height and thin, with a thin black mustache on his hawk-like face and with 
hair that was beginning to recede up his forehead. He was dressed in a dark 
suit and tie. His hands on the tea mug touched Jane's as she accepted it 
with thanks. 

His fingers were hot and she experienced a wicked thrill. "This tea tastes 
funny," she complained. 

"Of course. Just some spices to make it taste better," Scantland said. 

He fiddled around with the girl's papers, letting her soak up more and more 
of the camouflaged liquor. Her sighs, as the heated liquor made her drowsy, 
told him it was doing its job. The little white room was warming up and the 
drink was warming him up, making him feel both mellow and eager. By the time 
he'd finished the rum and tea he'd also finished processing her papers so 
that she'd be ready to be placed in a foster home whenever he was done with 
her. From the way his prick felt just then, that might be months. Scantland 
turned to face her. There were roses in Jane's cheeks and her eyelids 
drooped attractively. Even the hint of a silly smile was on her face as he 
approached her with the nurse's stethoscope. 

The gleaming instrument that dangled around Mr. Scantland's neck was as 
assuring to Jane as the newfound warmth that flowed inside and out of her. 
The cold head of the stethoscope made her giggle when he placed it against 
her bare back. She inhaled and exhaled as he told her to, each breath 
feeling good, relaxing. She'd just knew she'd get used to her new life. 
Everything would work out fine. She was in good hands. 

He moved the stethoscope all around her back. "Your lungs sound fine," he 
said. "Now let's listen to your heart." 

Scantland placed the head of the stethoscope just under her left breast ... 
No one had ever touched Jane's titties before and the girl was relieved that 
this wasn't necessary now. But his knuckles brushed the taut undersides of 
her breasts. Each time it happened, an eerie tingle crawled over her titties 
and her nipples hardened against the cotton smock. She sighed regretfully 
when he took off the stethoscope and made a note on a clipboard. 

"You have a healthy heart," he said, and smiled. "Now I'm going to palpate 
your breasts, Jane." 

"P-Palpate?" 

"Yes. See if you have breast cancer. Lumps, you know, those are the first 
sign, and we've got to look for them very carefully to be sure you're free 
of that terrible affliction. Just sit perfectly still and it won't hurt a 
bit." 

"You're going to...?" 

Both his hands were already on her breasts, long fingers probing her soft 
flesh. Her face turned scarlet as she realized both her nipples were 
standing rigid. She knew how embarrassed she'd be if Mr. Scantland touched 
them and noticed how hard they were. 

"Just sit still, dear," he soothed, feeling her stimulatingly firm young 
titties, perfect pointed hemispheres, not yet half grown. 

Jane bit her lower lip, too ashamed to look up at Scantland and far too 
ashamed to look down at the hands that pulled and pushed at her breasts, 
even on her nipples. Despite herself, her tits warmed to his touch. Her only 
solace was that soon it would be over and he'd be tapping her knee with a 
hammer or something and.... 

"Hmm," he said, and he paused. 

"What? What is it? Is it ... is there ... something wrong?" 

"Probably nothing," Scantland said, but his smile was gone now and Jane 
found she was even helping him to get his hands under her smock to where the 
dreadful disease might lie. 

Scantland's prick was up all the way and burning wet on its end. Jane's 
breasts weren't the biggest, but Scantland thought they might be the nicest 
tits he'd played with in a long time. They stuck right out, bold as could 
be, beautifully conical with warm undersides just beginning to bulge with 
her growth. They were as white as could be, particularly against his 
leathery brown hands, and yet the whiteness blended into the pinkness of her 
fine, stiff nipples so perfectly that there was no visible line of 
demarcation between white and pink at all. Gorgeous little tits, and all 
his. What with the way Jane was holding her gown up, she couldn't see and 
appreciate the beauty of his hands on her tits, but he certainly could and 
did. 

"Probably nothing," Scantland said again, continuing to feel the two fine 
rising beauties, for they fit into his palms with perfection. "Probably 
nothing at all to be concerned about, but you'd best lie back so I can make 
a really thorough examination. Just keep your smock held up about your neck 
like that." 

The room seemed to tilt as Jane obediently lay back. She had to close her 
eyes against a sudden dizziness that came from fear, shame, and the weird 
feeling that the room might be too warm now. She couldn't do a thing about 
it. All she could do was lie there and pray she didn't have cancer and that 
she wouldn't have to go through this again the next day with the nurse or 
with doctors. She wanted to cry. She wanted her mother and father, no matter 
how drunk they might be. She wanted an angel to appear and tell her she was 
healthy, without disease, going to live. 

"I think your breasts are fine," he said. 

Jane opened her tear-filled eyes and whispered, "Thank you. Oh, thank you!" 

"No need to thank me. I might have to check you again sometime, but your t 
... your breasts appear to be perfectly normal. And very pretty too, for 
that matter," said Harold. 

He swept his fond gaze down and up her exposed body once again. He'd been 
looking at it all the time she'd had her eyes closed. She was a little 
knockout. A perfect miniature of a woman. Soft white tummy with just the 
slightest bulge to it, made all the more intriguing by the sweet dimple of 
her navel. Great legs, narrow but very feminine hips, and one of the 
sweetest little cunts he'd ever seen, just barely covered with silk-fine 
hair, nice and plump, split with a crack that he was quite sure would 
stretch out in welcome to a nice hard cock like the one in his pants. "Very 
pretty indeed," he said, but then he saw alarm in her eyes and so he 
reluctantly took his hands from her titties to get on to the next step in 
her inexorable excitation. "Roll over on your stomach, please." 

"Wh-What are you going to look for now?" 

"Just do as I say," he said, blending sternness with kind professionalism in 
just the right amount. 

She rolled over and Scantland saw the part of her that had interested him 
most from the start, two perfect round spheres, absolutely flawless white, 
separated by the tightest sort of a crack that disappeared down between her 
plump young thighs. It looked good enough to take a bite out of one of these 
days, and maybe he would, but just then he laid a titty-warmed hand on it 
and Jane jumped as if she'd been properly goosed. 

"Relax," he said, as his hand slid down the indentation of her back and up 
her spine. "I've got to test for spine curvature and other things, but 
you've got to cooperate and relax if you ever expect to pass your physical 
and be placed in a nice home. Relax. I'll help you." With both hands on her 
back, he began to massage her there. 

The little girl knew she didn't have curvature of the spine. Her posture had 
always been perfect. Therefore it was relatively easy to at least try to 
relax, take deep breaths, and let the man's hands on her back ease away the 
tension of the day. They felt good there, in a way. Jane had never had 
anyone touch her bare flesh like that, but now that it was happening it felt 
relaxing indeed. She was so very relieved that her breasts were healthy and 
sound. They even felt healthier now that they'd been examined. Pressed 
against the warm leather, moving under the weight of Mr. Scant-land's moving 
hands, they tickled with relief rather than seethed with dread disease. She 
could even smile a little as the good hands on her back helped relax her and 
make her feel good all over, and as Mr. Scantland's voice spoke reassuringly 
to her. 

"Yes, you're such a pretty little thing that we shouldn't have too much 
trouble finding the right place for you. Maybe it will be a big rich home on 
a lake in the mountains. Maybe it will be a family that travels all over the 
world who will take you in. Maybe you'll find you're happiest staying right 
here, learning all about the business world, helping me. Wherever you go it 
will be good. As long as you're a good .girl, Janie. It's one thing to be 
pretty and to have a nice little figure like yours, but cooperation, being a 
good girl, that's just as important. Relax. Cooperate. Above all else, trust 
me, and good things will happen to you. I've helped a lot of other girls. I 
can help you, too. Relax. Cooperate. Trust me, dear." 

"Uh-huh. Yes, Mizzer Scan'lan'. Uh-huh," Janie murmured, feeling ever so 
good now, safe and secure, fluttering toward sleep, the nice feelings in her 
breasts spreading luxuriously through her body. 

"Relax everywhere, dear. This pretty fanny too," he said, as both of his 
thoroughly warmed hands got on those incredibly firm round mounds and molded 
them to any erotic shape he chose. "Relax. I don't bite." 

Jane had to giggle at that through her drowsiness. She had to giggle too at 
how funny it felt to be touched like that, on flesh that was every bit as 
secret as her breasts had been. Mr. Scantland was a kind, good man, as able 
as any doctor, and she didn't resist at all when he spread her legs apart 
for his further examinations of her. 

"Now I've got to examine you internally a little bit, but it won't hurt you. 
I'll never do anything to hurt you, you're such a pretty, sweet, cooperative 
girl. Hmm. Pretty all over, even your little bottom. Even your little 
bum-hole, that I've got to examine now. Just relax, Janie. Don't tense up 
like that. I'm just putting some nice slippery stuff here on your pretty 
little pooper to make sure I don't hurt you' even one tiny bit." 

Good heavens, now he was examining her pooper, actually touching it with 
something as thick as his finger but so slippery and warm that it certainly 
didn't hurt her. But Janie was all tense again. She couldn't help that what 
with the way she was being touched. She tried to regain that state of 
cooperative relaxation that she knew was pleasing to him and necessary to 
her. It wasn't easy, for now it felt as if his slippery finger was going 
inside her. 

"Easy does it. Relax. This is all part of the regular examination. Be a good 
girl. Relax. It doesn't hurt. Stop and think about it and you'll have to 
admit it feels real nice, eh?" 

"Uh-huh," Janie muttered, though of course it didn't feel good at all. It 
didn't hurt, it just felt very, very weird to have something push up inside 
her where things just shouldn't go. 

Scantland pushed his Vase-lined middle finger in her asshole, every bit of 
it, right up to the knuckle, and his innocent little angel just squirmed and 
stifled a moan and arched her fantastic little butt back up at him. He knew 
it felt good once it got started. He'd conducted enough experiments on his 
charges to be sure of that. That trick was to make it feel good enough so 
they'd want more, and more.... 

His finger felt huge in Janie. The girl was convinced this had to be 
done-for some reason-and so she had to put up with it however it felt. She 
held onto the table's edge with both hands, trying not to pant with the 
effort it took to position her fanny so that the big sliding thing in it 
could do what it was supposed to do and be out of her. It wasn't at all like 
pooping. It was a weird stretching sensation, coupled with the slippery slow 
wedge going into her as well as out of her. It made her itch back there and 
at the same time it assuaged the itch. It made the itch blend into almost 
the same tingling warm feelings in her breasts as she panted and squirmed on 
the table, waiting for it to end, wondering if it ever would end, and if her 
bum-hole would itch and tingle for days afterward. 

"Sweet little ass. Nothing at all wrong with it that I can see so far," 
Scantland said, working his finger all the way in and out, rotating his 
finger in that tight warm asshole as he finger-fucked it at his leisure. He 
was holding the girl down with his hand on her plump ass-cheek too, kneading 
it nicely, but by then the sensations in her virgin asshole were surely 
overwhelming just about anything else. 

Janie couldn't breathe. How long would it go on? It had to stop soon or 
she'd go out of her mind, though there was really nothing at all unpleasant 
about it, just the slow reaming exploration of her asshole, all done with 
the very best intentions, but doing things to her that she should be ashamed 
of-but wasn't. 

"I told you it would feel good. Didn't I? Hmm? I know other things that feel 
good too. Physicals can be fun. We can have a lot of fun together, you and 
I, as long as you're a good girl. In and out. Mm-m-m. Yes. In and out and 
round and round, making that hot, sweet little asshole of yours feel better 
and better all the time. And you love it. Yes, you do. Little ass just 
squirming all around, pretty little titties just jamming up against the 
table, hot little asshole sucking on my finger and juicy little cunt waiting 
for its turn, coming up." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Janie woke from her half sleep with a start. As soon as Mr. Scantland said 
that word she knew exactly what he was doing to her, and she tried to crane 
around and look up at him from over her shoulder, but his hold on her fanny 
wouldn't let her. "D-Don't. Please," she said. "Can't we wait for the 
nurse?" 

"Nonsense," he said with a smile, still knuckle-deep in her asshole, and now 
reaching her cringing cuntlips with his little finger. "I'm fully qualified 
to do all of this. And I'm not hurting you. I'm making you feel good. 
Doesn't your cunt feel good? Doesn't it? Don't you feel good all over?" 

"No-o-o-o," she moaned. "You shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be talking 
to me this way. I'll ... I'll tell the nurse. I will! OH!" 

His finger hooked and twisted cruelly in her sweet, little pussy and Janie 
in turn twisted in panic on the table. She could feel him bending over her 
now as he said, "You'll not threaten me, you little ragamuffin. You'll lie 
there and take it, do anything I say, do you understand?" he demanded, 
twisting harder, deeper, until at last the tears flowed from Jane's eyes and 
she could only gasp and writhe under the strong hands that could tear her to 
pieces. She was brought right to the brink of unconsciousness by that finger 
so deep within her before the pain dwindled and her body could stop its 
helpless twisting. 

"That's better," he purred, trying to soothe her with his hands now, and 
with a voice that had turned oily smooth. "You've simply got to learn to 
cooperate. Pretty little thing like you, you can go a long way if you 
cooperate with men, and you can have a good time doing it. Tha-a-a-t's 
right. That's a nice little girl. And that's a nice little cunt you've got 
down there. Roll over, Janie. Let's have a look at it." 

Dear heaven, he was touching her there, poking his fingers in flesh that was 
far more secret than anything else about her, and Janie couldn't do a thing 
about it except sob. Tears didn't mean a thing to him. He kept pawing her 
and saying things that sounded dirty to her, but at least he took his huge 
finger out of her pooper. She had to shudder and moan as it was withdrawn. 
It did feel almost like pooping now, and then he massaged the ball of his 
finger all around her stretched-out anus as he took it out, reviving all 
those weird itchy feelings, but banishing the last of the pain. But it still 
existed in her mind, and she knew it would be repeated in force if she 
didn't do as she was told. 

Jane let him help her roll over on the examination table, prepared for the 
very worst. 

"Yes, you're a pretty little thing," Scant-land said, taking the smock out 
of her plucking fingers, leaving her stark naked before his lustful old 
eyes. "Nice little titties, cute little body, and tight little cunt," he 
said, pawing her as he spoke, as if she didn't know what awful parts of her 
body he was referring to. "Just relax and we'll have some fun together now. 
Stop that silly crying and let's see you smile." 

There was no way Janie could smile and mean it, but at least the tears were 
stopping. She'd learned long ago that tears didn't do a bit of good. It 
wouldn't even do any good to try to cut and run now, for she'd never find 
her way out of this building, and when he caught her things would go all the 
worse for her. She had to lie there and suffer, looking forward to more 
pain, but in a different place. 

"Yes, that's a nice little cunt," he said, nudging her trembling legs apart, 
rubbing three fingers over the previously inviolate lips. "Sweet as can be 
and quite ready for fucking," he said, prodding her deeper there, making her 
gasp and grab at the sides of the table. 

"Now I didn't hurt you. You can't tell me I did," said the hovering Mr. 
Scantland, and he held her right hand captive against the table's edge with 
his hard, hot loins. "Girls like to have their cunts played with. You can't 
tell me they don't. I'll bet you play with yours yourself. Don't you? Answer 
me, dear," he went on, and the increased pressure of his fingers in her slit 
told Janie she'd better speak up. 

"N-No. It's not ... nice," she faltered. 

"Fibbing isn't nice, either," he said. "I know you play with your pussy. I 
know you masturbate. All good children do. Show me how you do it. Come on. 
I'll help you," he said, and at last he took his fingers from her pussy, 
only to take her left hand in his and hold it against her opened crotch. 

For a moment this afforded Janie some relief. It was almost as good as being 
dressed, but only for a moment. She was covered up there, but then he 
started moving her hand with his, and her shame was so great at his knowing 
that she'd touched herself there before that she closed her eyes and bit her 
lip in mortification. 

"That's right," he purred. "Doesn't that feel nice. Yes-s-s. Just like you 
do to yourself when you're alone in bed. But while you're here with us, I'll 
be doing it for you, dear, and that will feel even nicer. And the other 
girls, they'll help you do it too. Oh, you're going to have such good times 
here you just won't want to leave. So nice. So very nice," he murmured, and 
now, now that she couldn't see him, now that she was touching herself in 
that recently familiar way, it almost did feel nice. 

"Mm-m-m-m. It does feel nice, doesn't it. Yes-s-s. You're starting to get 
wet, aren't you?" 

Head turned away, eyes tight shut, Jane had to nod yes because, indeed, her 
flesh was getting wet there, and there seemed no way she could lie to this 
man who knew all about her innermost secrets in advance. 

"Let's see," he said, and his bony fingers crept under her hand, and now it 
was he who was touching her wet hole. 

"No. Please," Janie murmured, and tears approached once again. 

"Why not? It feels good. Doesn't it? No fibbing now," he said, massaging her 
cunny, gentle now, and knowing just where to do it most effectively. 

Lies were impossible and Janie just kept still, but he persisted, saying, 
"It doesn't feel bad. Does it? And if it doesn't feel bad, it must feel 
good. And if it feels good, why stop. Lie back and enjoy it. Lie back and 
dream about your favorite boyfriend. Who would that be? Elton John? Neil 
Young? Paul McCartney? Lie back with your eyes closed and dream about them, 
listen to their music, dance with them while you feel so-o-o-o good, so 
very, very good. While I make your pussy feel even better." 

Again he had looked into her mind, this time naming her secret passion 
without even trying. She could see him now, all aglitter in sequins, smiling 
radiantly while he worshipped her through his outlandish big glasses and 
made love to her with his musician's hands. She could hear his music, it 
seemed, hear him pouring out love words to her, and she couldn't help but 
move to the tune he was singing, for she did feel good. 

"Oh. Ah," Janie murmured, for it felt almost as good to move as it did to be 
played with by her secret lover. "Oh my," she said, squirming her bottom on 
the table to alleviate the itchy buttocks that had been bothering her ever 
since Mr. Scantland had taken his finger out of her pooper. "Oh, yes," she 
sighed, as one hand went to her titties, the other moving even more 
beautifully between her legs. 

"Yes! That's it!" he murmured, quite close to her now, hands moving in just 
the right way. "Isn't that good? Doesn't that feel nice? And don't you look 
nice with the nipples of your tits all stiff and hard and waiting to be 
sucked on, with your hot little cunt all wet and squirmy, with your pretty 
little ass working like a coffee grinder on the table. Move it around, 
Janie. That's what feels good. Don't be afraid to get good and hot. That's 
what girls are made for. Get hot, baby. You love it and you know it. That's 
it. Let yourself go and have yourself some fun for a change." 

Janie couldn't stop moving. It was the unheard music and the unseen Elton 
John and the warmth and the glow, but most of all it was the hands that were 
massaging so deeply on her titties and on her pussy. She realized she was 
moaning as well as panting, and she just couldn't stop, even though the man 
who was doing all this to her was chuckling in amusement now. And when he 
asked her if she was feeling good, when he insisted that she answer him, she 
had to gasp, "Yes! Yes, I feel good all over!" 

"Then roll over," he said, "and we'll see if you still feel good back there 
in your little asshole." 

His hands helped her turn about on the table. Even though every part of her 
little naked body was in constant, writhing motion, a part of her 
coordination had vanished so that his help was even welcome in getting her 
face down on the table, with her hips elevated and her bare ass sticking 
shamelessly up in the air. 

"Oh-h-h-h God, yes, that feels good too!" he made her confess, as he slid 
his greased finger deep in her butt-hole again, reamed it all around, and at 
the same time worked his knuckle against her wonderfully seething little 
pussy. 

"Not near as tight as it was before, is it?" he asked her, and with no 
prompting at all now, Janie said, "No! It's fine. Ah-h-h, it feels good down 
there. Real, real good" 

"I'll bet you'd like something even bigger in there, wouldn't you? Hm-m-m? 
Something nice and hard, good and stiff, something even longer than this 
finger that's doing such good things to you. Hm-m-m?" 

"Yes!" the naked little girl panted. "Bigger. Anything. It itches. It feels 
so good," she told him, rotating her upraised hips all around, helping him 
work that lovely finger in and out, of her churning asshole. 

"Here it is," he said. "Just look." 

Cheek mashed against the leather, Janie squinted her lead-weighted eyes a 
fraction, then opened them wide as could be as she was confronted with a 
huge, angry red thing she knew at once to be a penis. It jutted strongly out 
of his opened pants, red-knobbed end all wet and gleaming, and with a slit 
of an eye that seemed to be staring back at her just as she was staring at 
it. Her asshole and her cunt involuntarily tightened and for a moment she 
thought he was going to gouge her with his finger again. But then when she 
didn't scream, didn't try to move away from the strangely fascinating thing 
just before her eyes, his finger began moving smoothly again, and his words 
were smooth, too, as he curled his free hand about his penis and began to 
massage it. 

"That'll feel good in you, eh? Just what that fat little ass of yours needs, 
hm? Give it a kiss, Jane-Girl, and then we'll get on to breaking you in with 
a butt-reaming you'll never forget." 

"N...!" Before she could get it out he'd pushed that big wet knob against 
her lips and she'd tasted it, tasted penis! It was all sticky wet on her 
lips but she didn't dare lick it off or even spit lest she poison herself or 
offend him. But then she couldn't think about that any longer, for he was 
dropping his pants, exposing balls like she'd seen on bulls, and climbing up 
on the table with her! 

"Wait! Please! You shouldn't do that! Please wait!" she cried, but her hips 
were held in an iron grasp, and already she was feeling the hot, hairy 
hardness of him pressed deeply against the split between her buttocks. 

"Such a nice little ass. Just waiting to be fucked. All nice and slippery 
with Vaseline. Oh, you're going to love this, little girl. I guarantee it." 

"No!" Janie erred one more time, but he just laughed and went right ahead 
with his dirty business. She even tried to prevent his entry by tightening 
her pooper, but he'd gotten it so very slippery and so unbelievably soft 
that she hadn't a chance to prevent the dull wedge of his penis from forcing 
its way into the trembling orifice that wasn't made for such things. 

"Yeah!" he muttered, as he forced the knob into her. 

"Eeks!" she cried, as she felt the mushroom like end of it slip securely 
inside her body. 

"Tight! Really tight!" Scantland groaned, holding onto her hips with both 
hands, pushing his cock incredibly deep in her. "So tight ... I don't know 
if I can last long at this. Ah! Oh, baby, what an ass you've got!" 

It was much too big for Janie. Her butt-hole was stretched to the point of 
breaking. The only consolation she had was that he'd said it wouldn't last 
long and so Janie clung hard to the table and prayed that she'd be able to 
endure this for just a little longer, just a little longer. 

"Ah. Oh, baby. God damn," he growled, pistoning his pecker ever deeper in 
her, only to draw it out and push it in again. "Nice and hot. Tight. Move 
that butt of yours, baby, and I'll squirt a load in you that'll make you 
feel good all over. Move it!" he commanded, and slapped her so hard on her 
bottom that move it she did. 

In her mad, confused state of mixed fear and excitement, she found she could 
move her ass as she'd never moved it before. From side to side and up and 
down it went, both to obey his harshly delivered command and to hopefully 
have this awful thing over with as quickly as he'd implied it could be. In 
and out it went. She was being fucked! She could feel his hairy balls being 
pushed against her flabbergasted pussy at his every in-stroke and she could 
feel her insides being drawn out at his every out-stroke. Once again she'd 
felt some pain at his initial insertion, and once again the pain soon 
disappeared and she was beginning to get those weird itchy feelings that 
she'd truthfully admitted felt good, real good. 

"That's it!" he exulted from behind her. "Move it, baby, move that hot 
little ass. I'm gonna cum! Oh, shit. What a good one! I'm gonna squirt a 
load in that little ass that'll ... Uh! UH! UH-H-H-H-H!!!" 

"Yes! Yes, do it!" she heard herself urging, moving her hot little ass 
wildly now, completely filled with indescribably wonderful feelings of 
relief at his seemingly finishing, and with feelings of rich, all-over 
goodness. 

"That's right!" he cried out through his gruntings. "Tell me to do it! Tell 
me to cum in you! I love it! Oh! Uh ... OH-H-H-H-H!!!" 

"Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me in my pooper!" she cried, gyrating every bit as 
wildly as the man behind her how gasped and groaned as if he was having a 
seizure, but still he kept a very tight hold on her hips, and still kept 
pistoning his wonderfully big, slick penis in and out of Janie's butt. She 
somehow knew he was feeling enormous pleasure. She could feel it in herself. 
It built up and mounted in dizzying fashion until she was gasping and 
grunting along with him, rocking the table with her delirious gyrations, and 
then as it approached an impossibly exciting peak, the slurping pistoning 
slowed, halted, and with a great shuddering sigh he drew his penis out of 
her ass. 

"Noo-o-o-o," she moaned, trying to hold onto it with muscles that were too 
buttery soft from sheer pleasure. 

He chuckled and said, "You'll get more," and with a heartfelt sob she 
slumped forward on the sweaty leather as the lovely fat wedge was pulled all 
the way out of her pouting asshole. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Mr. Scantland was still chuckling as he jumped down from the table, went to 
the sink, and washed the big thing that had been in Jane's butt-but that she 
had scarcely seen. Jane was still panting on the examination table, her 
well-reamed asshole just itching and seething all over, her still virgin 
pussy so wet it was leaking down her flushed and heated thighs. 

She'd been fucked. No doubt about it. And although it had hurt at times, 
there was no escaping the fact that it had felt weirdly wonderful, and that 
she shamefully would do it again-if she was made to. Dear heavens, she still 
felt all squirmy and good all over. Her body still felt like it wanted to 
move, wanted to go on with the very natural feeling horizontal dance she'd 
done in time to the music meted out by Mr. Scantland's penis. She wondered 
if she'd ever calm down again and be able to act like a normal girl, or if, 
once a girl was fucked, she went through the rest of her life feeling this 
crazy itchy wild way. Did she like the way she felt? Could she stand feeling 
that way forever and ever? She didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted 
to have a much closer look at the thing connected to Mr. Scantland that had 
done it to her. 

"How'd you like that?" he said with a grin over his shoulder, as he shucked 
off his doctor's smock, pants already drooped about his ankles. 

"I ... okay, I guess." 

He guffawed and said, "You guess? Shit, you loved it. Didja cum?" he asked, 
and took off his suit coat and kicked off his shoes, revealing scrawny legs 
and shockingly thin buttocks. 

"C-Come? Did I come where? Here? No, the police brought me." 

He laughed and laughed at that, up to the point where she was starting to 
get irritated, starting to lose that golden glow of itchy ecstasy all about 
her. But then her irritation vanished in a trice as he stripped off his 
shirt, stepped out of his fallen pants and shorts, and turned to reveal the 
instrument which had for a while turned her into such a crazily contorting 
sex fiend. 

It didn't look like much. It was just a fat pink worm that stuck out from a 
thatch of dark hair to dangle down before a sack of testicles that looked 
far less impressive than a bull's now. Such a thing looked totally out of 
place on Mr. Scantland's incongruously naked body, but it was fascinating 
enough to absorb all of Jane's interest as he approached the table again. 
She started to roll over and get up, but he placed a hand on her shoulder to 
keep her lying there on her side, and he lifted his penis and laid it on the 
table just before her staring eyes. 

"That's what did it," he said, and a lovely warm tingle coursed through 
Jane's body. "You should be very grateful. You should kiss my prick for 
making you feel so good. Go on. Kiss it." 

Jane swallowed hard, bobbed her head forward, and touched her lips to the 
slightly wrinkled pink knob. She found it was not as unpleasant as she'd 
thought it would be. The texture was soft, like velvet, and although she 
wouldn't lick her lips, she could taste as well as smell the faint flavor of 
his male sex. 

"Yep," he said. "This old prick of mine really knows how to please a girl. 
Fucking you in the ass was terrific for you. My cock got you just as hot as 
you could be without cumming. Open up your legs and let's see how wet your 
cunt is, little gal." 

His words alone would have been enough to make her die of embarrassment the 
day before-and the mere thought of allowing access to her pussy would have 
been repulsive to her. But now the words were just as exciting as the 
presence of that strange part of him, and the hand that went between her 
opening legs was just as thrilling as it could he. This man was changing 
Janie into a woman, and Janie felt deep gratitude for him. Her titties might 
be small, but he seemed to like them. She might not have much hair on her 
pussy, but that didn't seem to matter to him. He might have saved that thing 
he called a prick or a cock for his wife or his girl friend, but he'd used 
it on her, and to marvelous effect. She might be just a fourteen-year-old 
orphan, but he was treating her like a grown woman, preparing her for the 
outside world far better than any classroom teacher could. Yes, she was 
grateful, especially when his fingers found her pussy's most sensitive spot 
and tickled it so nicely she could scarcely hold still. 

"Yeah, your pussy's nice and wet," he said, stroking it with one hand and 
her reclining head with the other. "Your little old clit's all swollen up 
like it wants somebody to suck on it Maybe that'll happen to you soon too. 
But what you really want is to get fucked, isn't it? You want my big horny 
cock in your little cunt, just fucking the living shit out of you, making 
you feel good all over, making you cum and cum and cum and then beg for 
more. That's what you want, isn't it? You want me to fuck you again, this 
time right here," he said, and slid a finger into the tight hole from whence 
came the slippery musky juices that his hand was spreading all over her 
inner thighs. 

"Yes!" she impulsively cried, and reached back and grasped his hand from her 
head, and kissed it. "I want you to ... to fuck me. With your c-cock ... in 
my pussy!" 

He chuckled and said, "You're kissing the wrong thing if that's what you 
want." He took his hand from hers and picked up his cock, held it right 
before her eyes and stroked it, saying, "You know it can't fuck you till it 
gets hard. And my cock won't get hard unless you help it. Kiss it some more. 
Take it in your mouth and suck on it till it gets hard enough to go in that 
tight little twat you have between your legs. Go on, girl. You'll like it. 
All girls like to suck cock." 

Jane kissed it again and took it right into her mouth before she could do 
any thinking about it. It was the weirdest thing she'd ever felt, repugnant 
because of its alien texture and the rubberiness of it, but strangely 
compelling. She closed her eyes and sucked on it, tried to think of why all 
girls liked to do this, but it was very hard to think, what with the way he 
was tickling her pussy and because of the wildly forbidden things he was 
saying to her. 

"That's right. You're going to be a good little cocksucker or I'll know the 
reason why. Some of my girls like to suck my cock better than they like to 
have it in their cunts. You're going to like both. You're going to love 
fucking and sucking, little gal. That's what you were made for. Tastes good, 
doesn't it." 

"Mm-hm," she said, mouth full, nodding, for indeed it did taste good now. 
She liked that rubbery soft texture of his cock and she liked holding the 
soft base of it in her hand as she sucked on its increasingly flavorful 
knob, and she certainly liked the way he was tickling and diddling with her 
pussy. She didn't know if she really wanted to be fucked there, but that was 
so far into the future that she couldn't think about it for more than a few 
seconds at a time. 

"It's starting to get big again," he proudly said, but his pride didn't 
match little Janie's as she sucked with increasing ardor on his slightly 
swelling knob. "Don't suck too hard," he cautioned. She obeyed with 
difficulty, fighting the wonderful gratitude she felt for him. She wanted to 
please him as much as he had pleased her. "Use your tongue. All around it. 
Lick it like an ice cream cone or a lollipop. Tha-a-a-at's right. Yeah, 
you're going to be one of my very best cocksuckers," he said, and she felt 
so very good at this news that she wanted to shout with happiness, but she 
dutifully went on sucking his wonderfully swelling cock, and writhing 
ecstatically under the ticklings of his very expert fingers. 

"I wish my nuts were all full of jism for you," he said, with a tremor of 
excitement in his voice that was most gratifying to the ardently sucking 
girl. "I'm saving that up for when I fuck you. God damn, your cunt is really 
getting wet. I know somebody who'd really like to make a meal of that about 
now. It's going to be all filled up with hard cock pretty soon. Yeah-h-h. 
Suck, baby, suck," he said, and she did, absolutely loving it, ready to 
burst with her pride at having sucked it so very well that it was all big 
and stiff and thoroughly exciting in her mouth now. 

"Yeah, you'll guzzle down a gallon of my jism before you leave here. Nothing 
like good hot cum inside a gal's tummy to help turn her into a sexy bitch. 
You'll get your fill of it and still want more, Jism's the best thing in the 
world for a girl. And it's all building up inside my nuts. Kiss 'em, baby. 
Suck 'em. Be grateful to all of me," he said, and went up on tiptoe to rest 
his big hairy balls on the edge of the table for her. 

Sucking on his cock was so thrilling that she could barely bring herself to 
let it out of her mouth. Its subtle flavor had strengthened to something 
that was as delicious as it was exciting, but he wanted her to kiss his 
balls, so kiss his balls she would. They weren't as hairy as she'd first 
thought. They, too, had a strange but lovely soft texture to them, and she 
kissed them everywhere that her increasingly delirious state of happiness 
would permit. She sucked on them too, very gently, just as he instructed 
her, though by then his fingers playing in her cunt had her whole naked body 
all hot and flushed and twitching and writhing on the table. 

"Look at that. Nice hard cock," he said, and she opened her eyes to see him 
stroking his stiff-standing prick just above her face. "Suck on it some 
more. See if you can make it get any bigger. And let's see if I can make you 
cum while you're sucking your first cock. This is the first time you've 
sucked cock, isn't it?" he said with sudden anxiety in his voice. 

"Yes!" she panted, wild to get it in her mouth again, but made clumsy by the 
terrific sensations of deepest gratitude and the sheer excitement ripping 
through her. "Mm-m-m-m," she murmured, as her hot mouth enveloped it again, 
all sticky wet on the end now, surely with what he'd referred to as jism, 
indescribably delicious and just the thing for a sexy growing girl like 
herself. 

"Yeah, you love to suck cock," he said, stroking her hair quite softly, and 
playing with her pussy more roughly. "You'll be a great little cocksucker 
and that'll be more valuable to you than taking some dumb secretarial course 
or even getting a college degree. Suck cock, baby. And learn to cum. Really 
good. A guy likes it when a girl cums good for him. It shows him he really 
is a man. You're gonna cum pretty quick for me. Christ, your pussy's all wet 
and hot and itchy, your fuck-hole is wide open and waiting for this big cock 
of mine, and your hot little clit just can't even get enough of my 
finger-fucking. Shit, you're gonna cum any minute. You can't even help 
yourself. And when you do cum, you're gonna cum all the way. You're gonna 
really let it go, baby, this time and every time you cum. No holding back. 
When it hits you-and it will, any second-you're gonna scream and holler, 
jump and shout, and throw that ass of yours all about. Come on, now. Cum for 
me. It gets me hot to watch girls cum. Let it go, Janie. Moan and groan and 
scream and holler and throw your ass and your tits up to me and let it all 
hang out. Now, Janie. Now, I say!" 

Her feelings of excitement were almost overwhelming, but still Jane didn't 
want to make a fool of herself by screaming and jumping all around. Neither 
did she want to displease Mr. Scantland in any way, especially in a way that 
would make him stop massaging all around her clit as he was doing. So she 
moaned-"Nn-n-n-n-ng." She stretched luxuriously on the table. 

That really did feel good, and it increased his enthusiasm to a point where 
he rubbed her cunt harder and said, "That's it! Get going, girl! Cut loose!" 

"Ah-h-h-h-n-n-ng!" she groaned, still sucking cock, writhing on the table, 
and pushing her fully opened cunt against his quickly moving hand. 

"Yeah, cum!" he said, and gave her clit an unexpected tweak that made her 
leap so that his cock came bobbing out of her mouth. 

"Uh! Oh, wait! Lemme get it!" she gasped, grabbing for it just as he tweaked 
her clit again, sending off a skyrocket burst of sensation in her naked 
body. 

He laughed and denied it to her, rubbing her cunt harder still now, and Jane 
tried to remember all his instructions as one skyrocket burst was followed 
by another, and yet another. Indeed she was flailing all about on the table 
now, trying to reach his elusive cock with one hand, using the other on top 
of his moving hand to keep it in that wonderful motion. She was panting like 
a steam engine now her whole body was as itchy as her cunt had been, but 
that itch was all but forgotten what with the way her cunt was exploding, 
time and again. 

"Yeah, that's the way," he said, taking his cock farther from her reach, 
while she writhed and gasped and couldn't help but make a fool of herself on 
the table. "Do you like to cum? Does it feel good? Do I know how to do it to 
you?" he demanded. 

"Yes! OH! I LOVE it!" she exploded, and he laughed and tweaked her clit 
again, sending her into new paroxysms of delirious contortions. 

"You've got yourself a cunt like a red-hot furnace," he said, still 
massaging it everywhere, wonderfully. 

"Yes! Oh, it's on fire!" she said, hips jerking upward to give him more of 
it. 

"You like sucking cock? You going to be a good cocksucker for me?" he said, 
stroking his cock with his free hand, making her maddeningly hungry for more 
of it. 

"I love to suck your cock! I'm going to be the best cocksucker in the 
world!" she promised, and he effortlessly rewarded her by sending another 
huge surge of pleasure through her gyrating form. 

"And are you going to like getting fucked in your cunt as much as you liked 
taking it up your hot little butt?" he said, able now to keep her in 
ecstatic motion with just two fingers of his hand. 

"Yes! Oh, fuck me!" she cried out, shuddering upward with her arching body. 
"I'm going to LOVE IT!" 

"And you're not going to blab about this to anyone later on, are you?" he 
asked. 

"Never! Oh! OH, IT FEELS SO GOOD!" Janie cried, bursting everywhere, feeling 
utterly contented for just a moment, then being sent toward another 
skyrocket trip by Mr. Scantland's nimble fingers. 

"You know how to cum pretty well. Let's see if you can cum better," he said, 
and he laid the length of his wonderful, beautiful prick in the seething hot 
slit of her cunt. 

"Oh yes, fuck me! Oh how I want to be fucked! I'll suck your cock and drink 
your jism forever if you'll just fuck me!" she devoutly declared, as he 
chuckled and ran his slick red cock knob up and down her crotch, from her 
wonderfully fucked little asshole to her constantly exploding clit and back. 

"Really want it bad, eh?" 

"I never wanted ... anything so bad in my life! Uh-h-h-h!" she wailed in 
mixed ecstasy and frustration as she groped blindly for his cock with her 
hand and with her cunt, knowing exactly where it should go now, feeling that 
wonderful terrible void inside her that could , only be filled by Mr. 
Scantland's handsome prick. "Give it to me! Fuck me! Put it in my cunt, my 
red ... hot ... CUNT!" 

"That's what I like to hear," he said, and adroitly fitted the knob against 
her open hole and shoved it in, all of it. 

"YEEK!" Janie cried, for the pain was searing. But that lasted for only the 
quickest moment before being completely replaced by the utterly marvelous 
feeling of having that void in her body filled ... again and again and 
again. 

"OH! YES! FUCK ME!" she cried, fucking back with all she was worth, though 
she hadn't yet had a lesson in this. "Stick your prick and your balls and 
your jism and every bit of you in me!" she pleaded, hoping to urge him on 
with the words she knew he liked to hear, hoping this glorious feeling would 
last forever, if she could stand it. 

"Uh! Goddamn you're tight! And look! Virgin's blood!" he exultantly 
declared, and though Janie was far too occupied to look at their union just 
then, the sight of it was certainly doing things to Mr. Scantland. 

He was standing with both feet planted solidly on the floor to deliver the 
deeply penetrating strokes that were sending Janie so far out of her mind. 
He'd arranged her bare feet on the comers of the table, opening her crotch 
for complete access, and he had a solid hold on her hips as time after time 
he pushed his long slim cock into the very hot, tight, squelching cunt of 
the heavily orgasming teenaged girl. She was a sight to behold with her firm 
little titties doing a pink-nippled dance, with her pretty little face 
changed into a mask of surprised lust, with her fair skin suffused with 
pink, and with her tight and bloodied crack completely stuffed with his 
stalwart cock. He pinched her nipple and her butt, poked a finger up her 
asshole and gave her clitoris a tweak, and he chuckled again at how well she 
reacted to anything he did to her now. He didn't know how juvenile 
delinquents felt when they smoked their pot, but he was sure they couldn't 
feel any better than he did just then. And things were getting better for 
him, too. 

"Do you want me to cum now? Do you want my big hairy balls to squirt jism up 
through my cock for you?" 

"Yes! Give me your JISM! I love to FUCK! I love you to fuck me ALL THE TIME, 
every minute of the day I want your BIG COCK in me, squirting jism, jism, 
JISM!!!" she shouted, out of her head, and loving every moment of it. 

He whipped his cock out of her cunt, took it in hand and gave it just a few 
strokes, and it began to squirt a thick white liquid all over her belly and 
her titties. "Put it in me! Fuck me some more!" she loudly pleaded, with her 
pussy silently screaming for the hot goo that was spurting up on her 
sweating body. 

He growled and grunted as he had when he'd fucked her in the ass, and now he 
said, "Suck it, taste it, quick!" 

She somehow sat up, took his hard cock in her mouth, felt its heavy 
throbbings and tasted the delicious thick jism as it gushed into her mouth, 
and felt another huge surge of pleasure. Jism dribbled from her swollen lips 
as he pushed her back down and it squirted against her inflamed crotch once 
and then his cock was rammed inside her again, without the hint of pain, and 
she screamed with the ecstasy she felt pouring into her along with his jism. 
"OH! UH! MORE!" she pleaded, though one more iota of pleasure would surely 
have been enough to make her swoon. He fed her cock very slowly now, two, 
three times, using her tight hole to wring the last drops of his jism from 
it, and then at last he sighed and pulled it out of her. 

Jane sighed and relaxed too, lying flat as a pancake on the examination 
table, feet falling from its edge to dangle toward the floor. She was dazed 
and dazzled by it all. The cold, cold day had turned into a wonderfully warm 
one for her. Having lost her family and her home might be a small price 
indeed to pay for all these wonderful things shown to her by this wonderful 
man. She basked in pure contentment and would have dozed off if he hadn't 
spoken. "Clean it up." 

"Hmm?" 

"I said, clean it up, girl. It's good manners." 

She opened her eyes and there was his cock by her cheek, not as stiff as 
before, and all wet from her and tinged with blood. She smiled dreamily and 
took it in hand, licked its stalwart length and savored its rich flavor. She 
sucked it in, the whole length of it, and it fit her mouth and throat as 
perfectly as it had fit her cunt. He massaged her front as she sucked and 
licked him, rubbing the wonderful jism into her tits and her tummy as she 
arched up under her hand, making even more of a woman out of her. She kept 
on sucking and licking his cock, utterly happy, for it was all hers, and it 
was the most wonderful thing in the whole wide world. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"That's enough cocksucking for now," Mr. Scantland said. "Save some for next 
time. Come on now. Up of f the table, let's get some clothes on you and get 
you into the dorm for the night." 

Jane hated to take her mouth off his cock but she still felt like giggling. 
She was all aglow, everywhere in her body, as she sat up on the table and 
tried to clear her head. Mr. Scantland, that wonderful man, was efficiently 
getting dressed, and she watched the process rather poignantly, wondering 
how long it would be before she could see his thin but marvelously manly 
body again. Still and all, he was very manly looking with his tie knotted 
again, and she thrilled in a different way at the sternness of his voice as 
he told her to get her butt off the table and get dressed. 

All she had was the little smock. He was busy with papers again so Jane had 
to tie it up herself. Impulsively she went to his side and clung to his arm, 
kissed his coatsleeve and snuggled her thoroughly warmed body against him. 

"Let's not get sticky," he said, and pushed her away. "It's time to get you 
to the dorm and into Little Audrey's care. But before you go, promise me 
again that you won't breathe a word about this to anyone, ever. If you do, 
do you know what the consequences will be?" 

She nodded, grinning coyly, and said, "You won't fuck me any more if I tell 
and you won't even let me suck your cock. Right?" 

He almost smiled, and he said, "That's right. What's more, you'll go on 
restriction and I'll see to it that the Agency never finds a foster home for 
you. Do you understand?" 

"Oh, I'd never tell, Mr. Scantland," she said. "Honest." 

"And no one would ever believe you if you did. Come along now." 

He led the way and she followed. The concrete floor of the dimly lit 
corridor was cold on her feet again, but she felt so internally warmed that 
it scarcely bothered her. Already, however, she was realizing that this kind 
of warmth and contentment didn't last forever. She had to get fucked 
again-soon--and the best way she knew to do that was to be a good girl and 
do everything Mr. Scantland told her to do. 

He led her to a green wooden door, warned her again about telling anyone 
about them, and opened it. There was a large room with about twenty iron 
framed cots in it and perhaps a dozen girls close to Jane's age, all of whom 
stopped chattering when they'd looked at the open door. Mr. Scantland 
glowered at them for a long moment before pushing Jane on in front of him. 
Hostility showed clearly in every pair of eyes that followed her course 
through the long room, and though she really couldn't understand it, she 
certainly could have stood it better if she'd been wearing enough clothes to 
at least cover her bare bottom. He took her to another door at the side of 
the entry to a large shower and lavatory area, knocked sharply, and entered 
with her. 

It was a small room heated with an electric heater on the floor, decorated 
with posters, furnished with a shabby dresser, an ice chest, a chair, a 
lamp, and a narrow bed. On the bed lay a girl three or four years older than 
Jane. She had short blonde hair and was wearing a tee shirt, a pair of bib 
overalls, and an insolent smile as she surveyed young Jane. 

"On your feet, Audrey," said Mr. Scantland, "and meet the new girl, Jane 
White. Jane, Audrey is in charge of this dormitory when no one else is 
about. Go to her if you have any problems, about anything at all," he said, 
as the blonde got up, showing considerable height and extending her hand to 
the newcomer. Jane's teeth had been starting to chatter toward the end of 
her walk with Mr. Scantland, but now she felt cheered at the warmth of the 
room and the warmth of Audrey's hand. 

"I'll take good care of her," said Audrey, adding the warmth of her smile 
now. 

"I imagine you will," said Mr. Scantland. "See that she spends a ... a 
comfortable night. And bring her to see me in the morning-properly attired, 
of course-with your full report. Good night ... ladies," he said, and left 
them with a firm closure of the door. 

Janie would have given anything if he'd kissed her goodbye, though that was 
out of the question, of course. As it was, she could only cast a sigh in his 
direction before turning to look up at the tall blonde smiling down on her. 
"Did he ball you?" said Audrey. 

"B-Ball me? Dance with me? Oh, no," said Jane, and Audrey rocked with such 
laughter that Jane began to get irritated. "He doesn't dance with the girls 
here, does he? He just finds them homes." 

"And he screws 'em and he screwed you," said the laughing blonde. "And now 
you better take a shower to clean up from it." 

Jane jerked her hand from the girl's and hotly said, "Mr. Scantland did 
nothing of the sort. He's not that kind." 

"Bull-shit!" said the obnoxious girl, and laughed all the harder, further 
infuriating little Janie. 

"If you'll just show me my bed and get me some clothes I won't bother you 
any more," she archly said. 

"Sleep here with me tonight," said the blonde, moving closer, slipping an 
arm about Jane's waist. "You don't want to sleep out there with that trash 
on your first night. And you don't want to go to bed on an empty tummy," she 
said, moving her hand to that place now. Janie instinctively moved away from 
her. There was something wrong with her besides her snotty remarks about Mr. 
Scantland, and Janie wanted nothing to do with her. "I'll sleep with the 
others. I'm no better than they are," she said, knowing that was a lie. "And 
I'm not at all hungry," she lied again. 

The tall girl in the overalls shrugged and said, "Suit yourself. But don't 
forget to knock at my door if you change your mind." 

Janie was glad to leave the snug little room till she felt the chill of the 
main dormitory, and saw the chill in the eyes that greeted her. She headed 
for the nearest vacant bunk, ready to slip under the threadbare covers 
immediately and shiver her way through a lonely, hungry night. She was 
almost to it when the girl on the cot next to it rose to block her way. She 
was a heavy, squatty girl of Latin origin, made all the more imposing by the 
scowl on her face and the fists on her hips. 

"Wha'd you bring in with you?" she said. "You got cigarettes? You got any 
money?" 

"I brought nothing," said Jane, retreating. "I have nothing but what I have 
on," she said, trying to wrap the tiny smock around her while all around her 
there were snickers to be heard. 

"Did ol' Scanty fuck you good?" said the fat, dark girl. "Did he pop your 
little cherry for you?" 

"No!" exclaimed Jane, totally shocked. "He did nothing of the sort! He's not 
that kind of man!" 

Jane's antagonist called over her shoulder to the other girls. "She says ol' 
Scanty didn't screw her. I bet she's lyin' about what she's got on her, too. 
C'mon. Let's find out!" 

There were whoops and shrieks, and then the whole bunch of them were on her. 
Janie did her share of whooping and shrieking too, for they were cruelly 
grabbing her everywhere, ripping-her little smock to shreds, poking sharp 
fingers in her mouth and up her fanny and even in her little pussy that had 
felt so good so short a time before. There was no way to escape them. They 
and their hands were everywhere, and they said the most awful things as they 
overwhelmed her with their bodies...."Yeah, she ain't a virgin any more! ... 
Let's shave her head and throw her out in the hall! ... She hasn't got any 
reds or anything hid up her butt, damn her! ... Let's paddle that butt! ... 
Let's gang-fuck her with the broomstick!" 

Jane stopped her screaming at that and fought to get through the press of 
bodies and get up. She somehow succeeded. She was naked and panting, but on 
her feet now, but no match at all for the dozen cruel, grinning girls who 
advanced on her in the most threatening of ways. She tried to get to the 
hall door, but that was blocked by a pair of them. She jumped over a cot to 
get away from another girl, only to have to dodge away from three more. They 
ran her ragged, cruelly jibing and taunting her at all times, reaching out 
for her from all sides, until at last they had her nearly cornered by the 
door that led to the shower room. Knowing that was surely a dead end, Janie 
bulled her way forward through the mass of catcalling girls and threw 
herself into the room that was Audrey's. 

"They tried to kill me out there!" she breathlessly announced. "You heard 
them. Why didn't you help me?" she asked of the tall blonde who lay 
comfortably on the bed. 

"And why didn't you knock?" Audrey drawled. 

That was too much. Little Janie burst into tears, and at the sight of these 
Audrey sat up, set down her magazine, and drew the sobbing girl down beside 
her on the bed. "There, there," she said, soothing arms about her, all warm 
and protective. "It's okay. They won't get to you any more unless I want 'em 
to. No need to cry; you're with Little Audrey now. Christ, you're a pretty 
little thing without no clothes. Those fucking gowns don't do much for a 
chick, but we'll deck you out in nice pretty things in the morning. Stop 
crying, baby-doll. Here, have a drink of this." 

She took a bottle from the ice chest and Jane guzzled from it and choked for 
a moment before asking, "It's not ... whiskey, is it?" 

"Just a little wine. Good for you. Have another hit. No? Well, I will. Mmm, 
yummy," she said, and replaced the bottle without removing her protective 
closeness from the frightened, shivering girl. "He did screw you, didn't 
he?" she said, and Jane sobbed again and nodded. "The bastard. Why does he 
take advantage of poor little girls like you. It's his job, I guess. But 
you're not hurt, and it probably wasn't all that bad. Christ, you got dried 
jizz all over you. Come on. I'll help you get cleaned up and make sure you 
don't get pregnant." 

At that word, Jane would have followed the big blonde anywhere. She waited 
shivering for the few moments it took Audrey to get large towels and a fresh 
bar of soap from one of her drawers. She stayed close to her as she stepped 
out into the dormitory and she stood behind her while the tall blonde faced 
the other girls, all smirking from their cots now. "Nobody goes into the 
crapper till we come out," she loudly announced, "and nobody knocks on my 
door tonight ... no matter what!" She waited for a retort, and when none 
came, turned and led Jane into the communal shower room. 

Of course Jane was already attired for the bath, but her eyes bulged outward 
when she saw the smiling Audrey begin to prepare herself similarly. First 
this came from her surprise that she was apparently going to have company, 
and second it came from seeing what a fantastic figure the bib overalls had 
concealed. With those on the floor, Audrey was spectacular in her long white 
tee shirt, but when that was shipped off she was absolutely stunning. She 
had a slim, athletic body that was nevertheless wholly feminine in its 
graceful curves, in the litheness of its waist, in the sculptured roundness 
of her sleek thighs and globular buttocks. She had a thatch of dark blonde 
hair at the juncture of her loins that proclaimed her a full-fledged woman, 
but most of all she had a pair of tits that all but took Jane's breath away. 
They were huge, heavy, and yet so obviously firm that they didn't sag a bit. 
Their fully rounded undersides were taut and gleaming white, their upper 
slopes looked muscular and yet entirely soft, and their nipples and aureoles 
were very large, exceedingly pink, and very erectile on their ends. Such a 
perfect body would surely inspire a sculpture, Jane thought, but she was 
whisked into a shower stall before she could fully admire it. 

The hot water felt very good. Audrey's lathered hands felt good too, once 
Jane became a little used to them. Probably to make up for her former lack 
in providing protection, Audrey wouldn't let Jane do a thing. She insisted 
on washing her-everywhere-and most especially down between her legs where 
she might get pregnant. She washed Jane over and over there, lathering her 
hands again and again, till Jane was feeling all nice and relaxed once 
again, and leaning dreamily back against the shower wall. Audrey washed 
Jane's titties too, and her fanny and her legs and her arms and every bit of 
her, always coming back to wash her pussy one more time, always chattering 
away at her as if they were the most intimate of friends. 

"Yes, you're a pretty little thing. I can see why Mr. Scantland wanted you 
to stay close to me tonight. Those other gals, that trash, they'd of beat 
the crap out of you before morning. Just stay with me, sweet thing, and 
you'll do just fine. Does that pussy feel good now? D'you think it's clean 
enough?" 

"I don't know. It ... Ooo. It feels okay, but ... ooo, Audrey ... I hope I'm 
not P.G." 

"It looks good enough to eat," said Audrey, and she was in the position to 
tell this, down on her knees now, using her hand to rinse away the warm, 
fragrant suds while she patted Jane's rump fondly with her other hand. 
"Here. I'll get it a little cleaner," she said, and tilted up her face, a 
very pretty face, and let the shower water run into her open mouth. 

"What're you going to do?" said Janie, but she was already spreading her 
legs, and already feeling giddy and breathless in anticipation of what might 
come. 

"Oooo," she said. "Oh, dear heavens!" she exclaimed, as the kneeling Audrey 
parted her tender cuntlips with her thumbs, and spurted a stream of warm 
water from her lips to Janie's slit. 

"Feels nice, eh?" said Audrey, and squeezed Jane's fanny and repeated the 
whole process, two or three times, until Jane's pussy was as clean as it had 
ever been and until Jane was feeling all warm and nice and tingly good, all 
over her little body. 

Out of the shower stall, Audrey still wouldn't let Jane do a thing for 
herself. All the little brunette could do was stand there and smile while 
the big blonde who'd taken her under her wing toweled her dry, all over. 
Once again she paid particular attention to Jane's pussy, drying it very 
gently, very carefully as she knelt before her, water droplets gleaming on 
her lovely face, the light of lasting friendship shining in her deep brown 
eyes. If Jane had thought something was wrong about Audrey, she didn't think 
so now. She subsided contentedly on a hard wooden bench, knees clasped 
together, hands clasped over her nice clean pussy, and happily watched while 
Audrey dried that magnificent body of hers. 

"Like what you see?" said Audrey, hands on her hips, feet planted wide 
apart, the very picture of a Hollywood sex queen who could outshine any 
shabby surroundings. 

Jane looked her up and down with frank admiration, and said, "I just wish I 
had those titties, that's all." 

Audrey's grin broadened, and she said, "Play your cards right and you can 
have more than that. Wrap that towel around you so's that trash don't see 
you and eat their hearts out And come with me to my boo-dwah." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jane didn't know what a boudoir was, but she was quick to drape the towel 
around her body and be led along by her new friend. Audrey helped her along 
with a warm arm about her. Audrey's lovely big figure was undraped as they 
passed before the collective gaze of the other girls, but with a body like 
that, even Jane might not have been shy about showing it off a little. 

They sat close together on the bed in the warm, snug room while Audrey fed 
Jane cookies and wine. It would be all right, Audrey assured her, and 
besides, that was all there was for dinner now that the kitchen had closed. 
They sat very close on the bed, constantly touching, chatting and giggling 
like old chums. And as close as they were and as naked as they were, Jane 
couldn't help but glance at Audrey's breasts from time to time. 

And Audrey couldn't help but notice it. She looked down where Jane was 
looking and smiled a little sadly and said, "They're huge, aren't they? Too 
big. Ugly." 

"Oh, no!" Jane was quick to say. "They're big, but they're sure not ugly. 
Gosh, any girl would be just as happy as she could be to have nice big ones 
like yours." 

Audrey hefted one of her lovely big breasts and said, "That's what you 
think. Big jugs like mine are a curse, not a blessing. When you have 'em 
like I've got 'em, that's the first thing men see about you. And then they 
don't see any farther. They think of you as a playground in a bra, and 
that's all. They see tits like these and they don't think you've got a brain 
in your head. Honest, when I'm with a guy, I feel more like a prize cow than 
a girl." 

"Raquel Welch has big ones and she's smart enough to be a big millionaire 
movie star." 

Audrey sighed and said, "But mine are even bigger than hers. Just feel how 
heavy they are," she said, and lifted Jane's hand, and clasped it firmly to 
her breast. 

"Gosh, they are big," said Jane, quite free to touch and explore the objects 
of her fascination. "But they're nice and firm, and they don't sag at all. 
They're so warm and smooth, I can see how a man would want to, you know, 
feel you up a little. But gosh, you can't blame them for wanting to touch 
something as nice as this. And it doesn't hurt you to let 'em do it a 
little." 

A very discernible tremor rippled through Audrey's body and she snuggled 
closer to Jane, obviously glad to have found a sympathetic ear for what she 
felt was a real problem in her life. "Does it really feel good to play with 
'em a little?" 

"Oh, sure!" Jane assured her, amply demonstrating this with her little hand. 
"Big can be beautiful, and yours sure are. They're so white and smooth. And 
gosh, so warm. Look, see how pretty these pale blue veins are against the 
white? And gee, the ends, your nipples, they're the prettiest pink I ever 
saw in my life. As pink as a perfect sunset-but you can't touch a sunset." 

"Christ, that's beautiful," Audrey said, and there was a tear in her eye as 
she took Jane's hand and kissed it, then pressed it still more warmly to her 
truly lovely big titties. 

Embarrassed, but pleased she could help this overgrown girl who had 
befriended her, Jane went on, saying, "You know, you could probably make a 
lot of money posing for Playboy or one of those. Men would pay just to look 
at really pretty titties like yours. Heck, I just can't get enough of 
playing with 'em., Does it bother you?" 

"No! Not at all. But you, you have the right kind of titties to have," said 
Audrey, and her big warm hand slid up from its place on Jane's knee to cover 
one of her much more diminutive but nevertheless lovely titties. "Your tits 
are just right, Janie. Not too big and not too small, and probably still 
growing a little bit. Gee, they're so delicate and sweet. I just love these 
nice little nipples," she said, fingering one of them, almost pinching it, 
and making Jane give a start at the electric sensation it gave her. 

"Does that bother you?" Audrey asked. "Christ, I hope not. I've always 
wanted to have some titties just this size, and now I do, in a way. And I 
don't want you to take them away from me yet." 

"Yes, uh, you have mine and I have yours ... sort of," said Jane, feeling a 
little confused, but very pleasantly so, and not at all reluctant to go on 
with their wish-dreaming game. 

They sat in silence for a time, each fondling and playing freely with the 
other's breasts. They were using both hands now, facing each other more 
directly, and they were smiling warmly at each other's increasingly intimate 
breast play. Jane had never felt quite so close to another girl in her whole 
life, and from the look in Audrey's eyes, this feeling was shared by the 
other girl. Jane wished it would go on forever, with never another care in 
the world. 

At last Audrey giggled and said, "Looking at your titties, playing with 'em 
like this, I finally understand an old joke I heard." 

"What is it? Tell me," said Jane, laughing with her, feeling wonderfully 
good. 

Audrey shook her head. "I can't tell you. It's naughty." 

"Please! Come on. Tell me. Oh, you meanie. C'mon, Audrey. Tell me or we 
won't be friends any more. Tell me or ... or you can't play with my titties 
any more." 

That did it. Not pausing in her breast play, Audrey said, "I heard someone 
say once that anything bigger than a mouthful on a girl is just a waste." 

Audrey giggled again, Jane blushed and giggled, and then said, "Well, mine 
are a little bigger than that." 

"Are they? Let's see," said Audrey, and licked her pink lips, and opened her 
mouth as she lowered her head. 

What could Janie do? If she thought at all it was to think it wouldn't be 
right for Audrey to try to get her titty in her mouth, but then again it 
certainly wouldn't be right to end this lovely friendly time they were 
having together by making a fuss over such a little thing. And so she 
cooperated with her new friend, even sitting up straighter, and her reward 
was the feeling of warm moist lips encircling her very hard left nipple, 
taking in the delicate pink aureole, and indeed trying to engulf her entire 
little titty. It was a wickedly lovely sensation, made all the more 
intriguing by the sight of Audrey's lovely face at her breast, cheeks all 
sunken in, lips open wide and seeking more. It made Jane more than a little 
breathless, and it made her wiggle her torso in hopes that Audrey would 
succeed in getting a whole titty into her mouth. And this made Audrey hug 
her more closely, and then to Janie's delighted dismay, tickle her nipple 
with her tongue! 

"Oo! Ooo, that feels too weird!" said Jane, and had to back away. 

The light of friendship was truly shining in Audrey's eyes as she sat there, 
squeezing her own breasts now, extruding the very protuberant nipples 
between thumbs and forefingers. "Does it?" she said. 

"It sure does," Jane assured her. "Here. I'll show you." 

Jane was sucking on Audrey's nipple before she knew it. Of course Audrey's 
breast was far too large to even try to suck the whole big thing in, but the 
nipple and aureole fit into Jane's warm little mouth to perfection. She 
tongued it and sucked it, trying to show her friend what she had already 
felt, and the more she did it the more it reminded of her sucking on Mr. 
Scantland's prick. Eyes closed, holding onto the big creamy globe with both 
hands, Jane dwelt lovingly on the very recent memory of that hard cock 
warming her gullet while she sucked on the big stiff nipple. If only Mr. 
Scantland were there then she'd suck his cock all night long, or at least 
until he was ready to push that lovely thing up her fuck-hole, so nice and 
warm and wet from just thinking about him. She almost felt she could cum by 
just thinking about him strongly enough, but before she could test that out, 
the luscious nipple was pulled from her mouth and Audrey was embracing her 
strongly. 

"Darling, that was wonderful. I've got to suck yours some more," said the 
warmly shivering blonde, big tits pressed hotly against Jane's littler ones 
for another moment, and then she kissed Jane full on the mouth before 
dropping her head to suck on her titties again. 

The kiss on the lips took Jane by surprise. It was something a boy might do. 
But then again, girls did kiss from time to time. Audrey had just proven 
that. But Jane didn't have time to dwell on this for long, for Audrey's 
mouth on her titties precluded almost anything beyond the sheer pleasure of 
giddy sensation. She moved her mouth from one titty to the other, attacking 
the nipples like a hungry bee going after a pair of nectar-laden pink 
flowers. Just watching her was enough to take Janie's breath away, and the 
sensation was even more dizzying. Jane stood it for just as long as she 
could before she exclaimed, "Oh, Audrey, do stop for a minute! You're just 
making me feel funny all over! Honey, please, I don't know whether I'm 
coming or going when you kiss 'em like th ... Mmf!" 

Audrey had straightened up and was kissing her on the mouth again, much more 
passionately than before, and Jane was kissing her back with equal ardor. 
Their titties were truly mashed together now and getting closer all the 
while as they kissed and kissed, groping feverishly and panting into each 
other's open mouths as they swirled their tongues in what was almost a 
contest in displaying undying friendship. Audrey's mouth on her lips was 
almost as thrilling as it had been on her titties, and Janie sucked on her 
tongue and clutched at her naked body just as Audrey was doing to her. Now 
she didn't even have to think about Mr. Scantland to feel those wonderful 
surges of heavenly delight that she'd first experienced on that very day. 
She felt as if she was going to actually cum, as she had with Mr. Scantland, 
and somehow knowing this wasn't exactly the right thing to do with another 
girl, no matter how good a friend she was, so Jane wrenched her mouth from 
Audrey's before it could fully happen. 

But there was no stopping Audrey. The poor lonely girl was already so 
carried away that she fell back on her bed, pulling Jane with her, and once 
again Jane found herself kissing and sucking on her magnificent big tits, 
but now lying between the writhing, moaning Audrey's legs. 

"Christ, I'm really getting off!" Audrey exclaimed, clasping Jane to her 
with her powerful arms and legs. "Suck on those jugs, baby. Oh, how I love 
it! You got the hottest little mouth in seven counties and you sure as shit 
know how to use it! Oh! OH! UR-R-R-RGH!" she moaned, quite as loudly as Mr. 
Scantland ever did, and Janie knew for sure she'd made the girl cum. 

It was a terrible thing to do, but absolutely thrilling too. She had this 
older, magnificently built girl completely overwhelmed in a frenzy of 
passion, and she felt so strongly for her that she couldn't quit. Jane 
didn't want to quit, for it was thrilling to her to feel it happening to her 
friend, and to know she'd done it all. She fastened her hot mouth more 
securely on Audrey's big nipple, clung to the big globe with both her little 
hands and poured forth her friendship for the girl. 

"That's it!" Audrey crowed, arching and shuddering under Jane's tit-kisses, 
hugging her very tightly with her thighs. "Get me off one more time, baby, 
and I'll suck your hot little cunt like it's never been sucked before! Suck 
that tit! Bite me there! OH! OW-W-W-W-W! YE AH, BABY, I LOVE IT!" 

Audrey was caterwauling so loudly that Janie was sure the other girls could 
hear but still she wouldn't let her stop. And what she'd blurted out about 
sucking Jane's cunt had been utterly shocking-but fiendishly intriguing. 

Did girls actually do that to girls? Wouldn't it taste and smell all pissy 
and foul? If it ever really happened it must feel almost as good as fucking, 
which felt better than anything else in the whole world. Just the thought of 
having a hungry mouth between her legs, sucking and kissing her most 
sensitive flesh was quite enough to make that flesh feel even softer and 
wetter than it already was. And that in turn made Jane aware that the flesh 
pushing and writhing against her tummy was Audrey's most sensitive flesh, 
her cunt. And that made Audrey's cumming more understandable to Jane, though 
no less enjoyable to her. She sucked and bit on Audrey's tits in the way 
she'd learned thrilled her friend the most, and when she'd brought her off 
to yet another high peak of pleasure she allowed the stiff nipple to slip 
out from her panting lips and she brushed back her hair and looked up past 
Audrey's heaving, kiss-wetted tits and smiled. 

"I'm glad I made you feel good," she softly said. 

"Good? Shit, I feel terrific!" said Audrey, and sat up grinning like a fox, 
looking lovely as a lioness. "Best frigging orgasm I've had in a week, and 
you didn't even have to touch my twat." 

"Uh ... orgasm?" said Jane, and when Audrey's legs relaxed, she drew back 
from that warm wet place between her legs. 

Audrey laughed and said, "When I came, silly. When you got me off, that's 
called having an orgasm. You might not know what to call it, but I bet you 
know how to do it. You sure knew how to do it to me." Audrey looked down at 
her open crotch, blonde hair all wet and matted from where she'd squirmed it 
against Jane's tummy. Audrey's hand stole down there, parted the hair and 
parted the fleshy pink lips to expose a glistening vulva and a clitoris so 
large it made Jane gasp. She fondled herself luxuriously there and said, 
"You could really get me off if you played with me a little there. Want to? 
It's fun. Play a little, kiss a little. Mmm. Yummy-yum. There's nothing 
better." 

Jane quickly shook her head. It didn't look like anything she wanted to 
touch, and it certainly didn't smell like anything appealing. It had a 
heavy, musky smell about it with just a tinge of sweetness, but nothing at 
all that would get her to put her nose any closer to it. "I think we just 
better go to sleep now," she suggested. 

"Why waste time sleeping? I'm just getting started good. Oo-o-o-o, does that 
ever feel nice," said the leering blonde, as she manipulated her cuntflesh, 
straddling her clitoris with the balls of two fingers, rolling it around, 
registering the joys she was feeling from this shamelessly frank 
masturbation. And even as Janie watched, Audrey was playing with herself 
faster, more sensuously, and more effectively. She was breathing faster and 
her smile was getting more vulpine and her big tits were jiggling 
provocatively, but still Janie shrank back from Audrey's crotch, weird and 
wild feelings coursing through her, added to by Audrey's panting words. 

"Oh, yeah. Oh baby, it's getting good. Hot twat and sticky fingers, that's 
how I go to sleep every night. You liked my big tits? You liked sucking on 
my sexy jugs? Try sucking my clit. Christ, I'm getting hot! That'd turn you 
on. Make you forget all about cock for a while. Uh! Oh baby, here it comes. 
Ah-h-h-h-h. Oh! Oh! Oh, this's good! Yeah, put your hands on me and squeeze 
me and help me get off. And lemme move my foot and get my toes ... yeah!, 
right in your hot little twat. Oh, baby. OH, BABY, CUM WITH ME! CUM WITH ME 
NOW! UR-R-R-R-RGGHH! Get off now on my toes and then I'm gonna get down 
there between your fucking legs and suck your brains clear out of your 
CUNT!" she screamed, throwing her hips up at her scrabbling hand, orgasming 
fantastically, spasming everywhere in her body, including her toes. 

Janie could feel that very distinctly. The orgasm that began in Audrey's 
steaming twat was ripping up through Audrey's tossing head and down through 
her toes, and from there to Jane's little cunt, rippling strongly through 
her body and being returned to Audrey through Jane's digging fingers. It was 
incredibly exciting, deliriously thrilling, made all the more so because 
Jane knew very well it was all very wrong, no matter what good friends they 
were. Still she couldn't help but cum, just as any forming woman would under 
those circumstances, and the intensity of her feelings was such that she was 
still thrusting her little twat against Audrey's wriggling toes even as 
Audrey passed her climactic time and settled sighing back on her bed. 

"Wow!" said Audrey. "Whew! That was a frigging knockout! Christ, how 
terrific it is to have a chick watching when you frig yourself. Whew! Thanks 
again, Md." 

"You've...." Jane had trouble speaking, for her cunt was still actively 
tingling on Audrey's toes. " ... done this with other ... girls?" 

Audrey started to laugh, then sat up and smoothly embraced the little 
brunette and said, "Don't you worry about anyone else but you and me, baby. 
Having fun?" 

"Yes. Oh, yes ... At least I think so," Jane stammered, doing her best to be 
subtle about squirming her extremely itchy cunt against toes that no longer 
moved as they had before. 

"Want to have some more fun with me?" 

"Uh ... yes. I guess so." 

"You guess so?" 

Jane swallowed hard, tried to come down from the peak where she was 
suspended. It didn't work. She had to say, "Y-Yes, Audrey. I'd like us to 
have a little more fun together." 

Audrey grinned and kissed her. "What'd I say I was gonna do to you, kid?" 

A long pause. A deep breath. A look deep in Audrey's eyes, and then the 
blurted words, "You said you were gonna suck my cunt like it'd never been 
sucked before!" 

"Mm-hm. And has it ever been sucked before?" 

Jane ruefully shook her head. 

"Then open up," said Audrey, removing her toes completely. "Get comfortable 
and open up those pretty legs and show me something even prettier than I can 
kiss and suck till you go outta your friggin' mind." 

Now Janie didn't want to go out of her mind, but she certainly did want to 
have her cunt sucked. Off and on she'd been thinking about it for what 
seemed like hours. She was ready and her cunt was more than ready, all gushy 
soft and surely smelling far too strong for Audrey to kiss it once she got 
close to it. She and it were so very ready that the rest of her body wasn't 
quite up to it, so she had a terribly awkward time in positioning herself to 
both her and Audrey's liking. Especially with Audrey talking so dirty sexy 
all the time. 

"Come on, baby. Show me cunt; I'll eat it. Nice hot cunt, all sweet and 
funky, cunt that wants to cum and cum and cum. Stick the pillow under your 
ass. Get comfy. I'm not gonna quit once I get started. Shit, I haven't had a 
virgin cunt in a week, and I'm so frigging hungry for it my mouth is 
watering. Yeah, there it is. Hold still ... if you can ... while I show you 
a thing or two about licking twat." 

"OH-H-H-H-H!!!" said Jane, for the very first contact of Audrey's mouth to 
her twat sent her off reeling into orgasm. 

And what a contact it was! She'd spread Janie's prim wet cuntlips with both 
thumbs, licked her lips lasciviously, then fastened them securely on her 
diminutive clitoris and sucked ... hard. In a trice Jane's clitoris felt 
swelled up as big as Mr. Scantland's cock, and immediately she'd exploded 
into orgasm. 

It was a violent one. She wanted to throw her body into the air, to churn 
her hips and flail her legs and scream with her but there was no way to do 
all of that for she was in the grip of a girl whose strength matched her 
size. Her legs were pinioned under Audrey's body, her tits were under 
Audrey's hands, and her cunt was very securely under Audrey's sucking mouth. 
She was practically helpless to move, but she was not helpless to cry out, 
despite the proximity of the other girls in the Agency dormitory. 

"OH! SUCK MY TWAT AND MAKE ME CUM! OH, AUDREY, I LOVE IT! YEEEEK! 
UR-R-R-R-RGH! AGAIN, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT ON MY FRIGGING CLIT! OH, YOUR HANDS 
ON MY TITS, YOUR MOUTH ON MY TWAT, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT!!! HARDER! HARDER! NO, 
NO! NOT THAT HARD. Yes-s-s-s. Oh, yes-s-s-s-s-s," she said, settling down 
after the first huge peak of continuing pleasures, settling her little ass 
on the very handy pillow and putting her hands on Audrey's head, even as she 
tilted her twat up for better access to Audrey's truly terrific mouth. 

And Audrey paused, took a breath, flicked Jane's clit with her tongue-tip, 
and said, "You like?" 

"Mm-m-m-m, love it. What a nice mouth you've got," she said, stretching 
luxuriously, between orgasms, looking forward to a zillion more in her life. 

Audrey flicked Jane's clit again with a very agile tongue and said, "Again?" 

Jane squeezed Audrey's hands against her tits, shifted her ass on the 
pillow, stretched her legs out wider, and said, "Please do." 

"Lemme get more comfortable first," said Audrey, and her lovely hands left 
Jane's tits and she climbed up on the bed with the eagerly waiting girl, but 
now with her feet toward the head of the bed, while Janie's feet were 
pointed toward the foot of it. 

Regardless of the positioning, the cunt-sucking was simply grand. There was 
less of a mad rush about it for both of them, but this detracted not an iota 
from the delights Janie was feeling. Those delights were simply more drawn 
out, to be enjoyed the longer, and enjoy them Janie did. She thrashed and 
churned her naked body as before, but not so feverishly nor fast, and now 
she had the added pleasure of having another warm body to cling to while the 
heavenly delights poured in through her gushing cunt and up and down through 
every part of her. It was better, in a way, because Audrey's position now 
enabled her to gain different access to Jane's fully distended clit, with 
Audrey's chin on Jane's mons veneris and with Audrey's nostrils breathing 
hotly against Jane's fuck-hole. It was truly delightful, totally 
exhilarating and exciting, and Jane was right on the brink of another 
bursting orgasm when Audrey changed positions yet again. 

She straddled Janie's body. Still licking all the time, Audrey got up on her 
hands and knees over Jane, tits swinging over Jane's tummy, cunt just above 
Jane's very flushed face. Jane's hands went around Audrey's smooth, powerful 
thighs, for they had no place else to go. She licked her lips, for they were 
suddenly quite dry. A lovely spasm of pre-orgasmic splendor swelled 
throughout her body but she held back from anything more, because this was a 
time for sharing, sharing with a dear, dear friend. She only had to pull 
just a little bit on Audrey's slim hips before her nose was being tickled by 
hair, and her nostrils were being assailed by the stench that had so 
repulsed her before. And now at this point she changed her befuddled mind, 
didn't want to eat pussy as Audrey was doing, no matter how wonderful she 
was feeling. She wanted to go back in time a few moments, but of course 
there was no way to do that, and so with the only defense she had, Jane 
tried to push Audrey away from her. She thrust out her tongue before 
Audrey's cunt could fully descend on her mouth, and she tasted cunt, and it 
was indescribably delicious. 

Many foods are delicious. Roast turkey, Tootsie Rolls. Peanut butter. 
Beefsteak. Jalapeno peppers. But none can compare to the taste of cunt. 
Especially when it's hot and healthy and eager to be eaten. Jane was licking 
another girl's cunt, just as hers was being licked by that other girl. And 
it excited her beyond words. 

Her arms went around Audrey's sleek hips and the hot mouth between Audrey's 
legs convulsed once and settled more warmly on her mouth. Audrey's big clit 
was right between her lips, and Jane sucked on it passionately and lashed it 
with her tongue. All the while, of course, her own little cunt was being 
licked and sucked by someone who really knew what she was doing. And what 
Audrey was doing was making Jane cum-over and over and over. 

They writhed and rolled together on the bed. At times Jane didn't know if 
she was on top or bottom of the tightly clasping, feverishly slurping 
embrace. All she knew was that she was eating twat and cumming, and so 
deeply involved in it that nothing else in the world mattered at all. 

On and on it went, from one peak to another. And each time it seemed that 
their passion was waning, a finger poked up a pooper or stuck in a fuck-hole 
set them off on another frenzied flight into ecstasy. It was a wild, 
whirling time that finally terminated with the two girls hot embracing, tit 
to tit, cunt-smeared mouth to cunt-smeared mouth, panting with joyful 
exhaustion. 

And Jane said, "Dear heavens ... I don't know what came over me. You'll be 
my very best friend ... forever, Audrey!" 

"Yeah," Audrey sighed, settling down on her badly rumpled bed. "Yeah, it was 
pretty damn good. But wait till tomorrow about that friendship business." 

Jane yawned and said, "What do you mean?" 

Audrey grinned and said, "You'll see. But take my word for it, it ain't half 
bad once you get used to it." 

Try as she might, Jane could get nothing further from Audrey, who just 
smiled and settled into sleep. Jane soon followed her, without a single 
thought about having been abandoned by her parents on that momentous day. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Jane was appalled to wake up naked, in the arms of another naked girl. 
Everything they'd done together the night before came flooding back on her 
and she couldn't understand how she'd so suddenly changed into such a wild, 
crazy girl. The things she'd done with Mr. Scantland had been awful, too, 
but at least he was a man, and one whom she'd looked up to and-in a 
way-loved. Everything that had happened the day before was incredible. Did 
things like that always happen to a girl once she was without parents? This 
Wasn't the time nor the place to speculate on such things. Janie began to 
carefully extricate herself from the tangle of Audrey's arms and legs, 
preparatory to slipping out of the Agency and looking for a new home for 
herself on her own. She had to get away from Audrey, and if Mr. Scantland 
cared anything about her, he'd come after her. 

Jane got as far as getting one leg out from between Audrey's when the big 
blonde woke up. She grinned and tried to kiss her with a mouth still crusted 
from the previous night's lascivious excesses, and she laughed when Jane 
squealed and tried to pull away. Audrey goosed Janie and tickled her and 
pinched her unmercifully, laughing all the while, chasing the little 
brunette all around her room until she'd succeeded in making her burst into 
tears. 

"Don't want to play, eh?" she said. "You were willing enough last night." 

"I was drunk from that wine last night. I didn't know what I was doing. It 
was all your fault. Please leave me alone. Don't tickle me any more or I'll 
wet my pants." 

"Good trick, with no pants on. You have to pee, do you? Come on," said 
Audrey, and wrapping a powerful hand round Janie's wrist, she dragged her 
out and into the lavatory room. 

It was empty, thank goodness. The other girls were still stirring in their 
beds. Audrey drew Janie into one of the doorless booths, made her straddle 
the toilet bowl, and said, "Piss. But don't sit down." 

"I can't. Not when you're looking at me. Not when I can't sit down. Please, 
Audrey." 

Audrey knelt down before her and said, "You'd better piss now-before the 
other gals come in, and before we have our interview with Ol' Scanty. Do it. 
Now." 

Janie was blushing to the roots of her hair with shame and embarrassment. 
But she knew it would be worse if the other girls came in and saw her like 
this. She certainly wouldn't be able to hold it until she had this interview 
with Mr. Scantland. And she really did have to pee. She closed her eyes, bit 
her lips, and did her best to relax her bladder muscles. When it came, it 
came in such a hot rush that she had to open her eyes and look down-just in 
time to see the grinning Audrey lift her cupped hand between Janie's legs 
and slosh and slap her hot urine all up in her open crotch. 

"YEEKS!" Janie squealed, and had to hold onto the walls with both hands, for 
she was suddenly and unaccountably cumming, and she couldn't stop that any 
more than she could stop the torrent of piss flowing from her cunt. 

"Oh-h-h-h! Ple-e-ease! No-o-o-o! Do-o-on't!" she moaned, barely able to hold 
herself up with all those dizzying feelings racing through her, and Audrey 
just kept on rubbing her hot piss all over her thighs and her fanny and her 
twat, and cackling as she did it. 

"Ohh-h-h, how I hate you!" Janie sobbed, even as her utterly weird orgasm 
reached cataclysmic proportions, making her naked pink body dance and jerk 
from her titties to her toes. It lasted on and on, the shameful ecstasies at 
last dribbling away along with her pee, and it wasn't until that last moment 
that Janie at last collapsed upon the wet toilet seat, sobbing bitterly. 

Immediately her face was lifted by a pissy hand and she was being deeply 
kissed on the mouth. She was too surprised, too weakened by her unexpected 
orgasm, and still too tingling with unwanted pleasure to be able to resist. 
Tears dripped from her cheeks and pee dripped from her fanny while the long 
slippery tongue that had been in her pussy the night before now probed 
insistently in her mouth. She felt she might faint dead away from it all, 
until sneering voices startled her back to awful reality. 

"Little Audrey's got herself a new queer girl ... Smells like they been 
having a good time for themselves here ... I'm surprised they have anything 
left after keeping us up half the night with their squealing and 
cuntsucking." 

Jane's mouth was at last free of Audrey's, and the big blonde stood up, 
pulled Jane to her feet, and faced the bevy of naked girls at the entrance 
to the toilet stall. "Eat your horny hearts out, gals," she said, and 
dragged Jane through them as they parted to make way for her, with several 
sharp fingers jabbing and pinching at Jane as she trailed behind, never more 
shame-faced in her life. 

The big blonde and the little brunette showered under the same shower head. 
Jane had to soap and scrub Audrey, and she had to put up with Audrey doing 
the same to her. She hated Audrey with fervor, but there was no way she'd 
leave her side and fall into the clutches of the leering, catcalling girls 
all around them. She needed very little coaxing at all to scurry behind 
Audrey, back to the room where she'd earned the title of queer girl. 

She was grateful for the old towel Audrey tossed to her, anything to cover 
her nudity, for she greatly feared that the big-busted blonde would start 
anew with her and somehow seduce her into even more unnatural sex acts. But 
that seemed the farthest thing from Audrey's mind now. She was humming to 
herself and looking quite eagerly happy as she selected garments from her 
chest of drawers and laid them in two separate piles on the bed. 

"Try those on," she said. "All of them. I think they'll fit you. Maybe a 
little tight, but that's the way Scanty likes 'em." 

Real clothes to put on! What a luxury! First there was a thin black garter 
belt, something Jane had never before worn, and she had to look sidelong at 
Audrey to see how the narrow nylon waistband clipped tightly around her 
hips, leaving the four shirred elastic garters to dangle down around her 
thighs. Next there was a pair of pink panties, and Jane was very grateful 
for these, even though they were very tight and so sheer that both the crack 
of her fanny and the split of her pussy could clearly be seen through the 
taut, shiny fabric. The pink brassiere was welcome too, until Jane saw that 
it was only half a brassiere, fitting the undersides of her titties and 
pushing the top halves, including her nipples, up into very prominent 
display. Like Audrey, she sat down on the bed to draw on the white, nearly 
sheer, thigh-length stockings and clip them to her garters. 

Jane couldn't imagine why they were getting dressed up like this. Nor could 
she keep from glancing at Audrey from time to time, for their brief and 
identical costumes certainly enhanced what was already a stunning figure. In 
spite of herself, Jane couldn't fight down nice warm little tingles of 
desire for the big blonde and for the wild excitement they'd known together. 
The big nipples that she'd sucked on were up hard and beautiful, as if 
awaiting her lips. The pussy she'd so wildly kissed was discernible through 
the thin crotchband of Audrey's panties each time she lifted a shapely leg. 
No matter how mean Audrey had treated her in the lavatory Jane had distinct 
yearnings for her again, but now Audrey was only interested in her own inner 
happiness and in getting dressed. Janie just sighed and followed suit. 

The skirt Jane was given to wear was ridiculously short and the blouse was 
far too sheer and thin. The skirt was brown, and its hem just barely covered 
the welts of her stockings. If she bent over at all, her panty-clad fanny 
showed, just as Audrey's showed from under her brown skirt there in the tiny 
room. The white blouse was long-sleeved and collared, but so sheer that 
Jane's nipples showed through it as Audrey's did, and its topmost button was 
so low that a bit of her pink brassiere showed. Jane hoped with all her 
heart she wouldn't be expected to go out on the street dressed like this and 
she didn't even relish the idea of leaving the room. But there was no way 
she'd stay behind to be harassed by the other girls if Audrey left the room, 
and it looked like this would surely happen. Seething with anxiety, Jane 
followed Audrey's instructions and shared a mirror with her as the two girls 
applied lipstick and eye shadow, rouge and false eyelashes, and brushed out 
their long hair till it shone. Tight, stilt-heeled black shoes completed 
their ensembles and Audrey preened and primped before her little mirror 
while Jane's anxiety rose and rose. 

"Where are we going?" she asked. "Why are we dressed like this?" 

"To see Mr. Scantland," Audrey replied. "He likes to see me and a new girl 
duded up like this at interview time," she said with a rather ominous leer. 
"Come on, kid." 

The heels were abominably high. Completely unused to such footwear, Jane 
staggered as they walked through the halls, having to clutch at the striding 
Audrey for support, knowing she looked as if she was drunk. Audrey led her 
to a cafeteria, and though the food looked greasy and unpalatable, Jane was 
famished for it. All she was given to eat, however, was a small glass of 
orange juice, while all around her boys as well as girls ogled her and 
Audrey and made the most unkind remarks. She was glad to leave that place 
behind, but her anxiety returned ten-fold as she was led up to Mr. 
Scantland's office. Standing there, she looked up into Audrey's face. There 
was a beautiful light shining in the tall blonde's eyes, and her smooth 
cheeks were flushed pink. Her big bosom rose and fell with an almost 
ecstatic sigh, and she opened the door and ushered Jane inside. By Agency 
standards, it was a nice office. One wall was hung with long red drapes, the 
other three lined with diplomas and certificates and framed photographs. 
There was a large desk in the middle of the room and a small one at the 
side. Mr. Scantland sat behind the large desk, wearing a dark suit and tie, 
looking stern, looking handsome, looking wonderful to Jane. A rather bulky 
middle-aging woman with red hair, wearing a nurse's nylon uniform, sat at 
the small desk, and Jane correctly guessed she was Nurse Frye. Jane also 
guessed that there was another presence in the room, someone slightly taller 
than herself, who was standing just behind the red drapes. She was almost 
sure of this as she went into the room and, like Audrey, stood at attention 
before Mr. Scant-land's desk, but unlike Audrey, feeling terrifically 
embarrassed at the scantiness of her attire. 

Mr. Scantland looked at them somberly for a time. Then he rose from his 
chair and went around to lean against the front of his desk, just before the 
two girls, and when he did, Jane was almost sure that the bulge in the front 
of his pants was from a swollen prick. 

He regarded Audrey, then Jane, and to Jane he snapped, "Straighten up, you." 

Her shoulders went back and her spine became ramrod straight, and this in 
turn pushed her very thinly covered titties into even more prominent 
display. She flushed with hot embarrassment as Mr. Scantland stared straight 
at them, smirking, and as the figure hidden behind the drapes stirred 
slightly. 

Still addressing Jane, Mr. Scantland said, "What exactly happened last 
evening when I left you with Audrey?" 

"I, uh, we, I mean, I took a shower," Jane stammered, "and we had some 
cookies and Kool-Aid in Audrey's room, and uh, then Audrey assigned me to a 
bed and I went to sleep. I was tired," Jane lamely finished. 

"I see," said Mr. Scantland, and relief swept through Janie as he turned his 
attention to Audrey. "Now give me your version of what happened between you 
two," he said. 

"We necked and played with each other in my room," said Audrey, and Jane's 
mouth flew open and she wished with all her might she could die on the spot. 
"We took off all our clothes and played with each other's tits, sucked them 
and kissed them and made each other cum that way. And then we went down on 
each other and came some more." Mr. Scantland looked down at the bulge in 
his pants, shook his head sadly and stroked it, and then he looked up at 
Jane. "Is this true?" 

"No!" she blurted. "We didn't ... I mean, it wasn't my fault. I...." 

"Go on, Audrey," he said. "Tell me what you mean by going down on each 
other, and then go on." 

"We licked each other's cunts," said Audrey, and now Jane could feel the 
girl at her side trembling with excitement, and smelling of it too. "It was 
wine we drank, not Kool-Aid. And Jane licked my cunt and I licked hers. We 
sucked each other off and came I don't know how many times, Mr. Scantland." 

He shook his head again and said, "Nurse Frye, bring me the things I'll 
need." He sat there rubbing his cock-bulge, silently regarding the two 
girls, while the white-clad redhead efficiently laid out on his desk a 
bamboo ruler, a thin leather strap, and slim black riding crop. Jane's 
buttocks hardened up like rocks at the sight of these things and she began 
to tremble too, though with dread, not excitement. "Anything else you 
haven't told me?" he said to Jane. 

She shook her head, too choked by tears to speak, and then if possible her 
embarrassment grew as Audrey described in detail the incident in the toilet 
that morning. And when Audrey was finished Mr. Scantland said, "You're going 
to have to be chastised, Audrey, for leading our newcomer astray." 

"I know," Audrey firmly stated, while Jane bit her lip, waiting for the axe 
to fall on herself. 

"First show me how you, er, went down on Jane, Audrey," he said. "Take down 
her panties and show us. Up with your skirt, Jane!" 

"Yes, sir!" said Audrey, and she was quick to get on her knees in front of 
the shocked Jane and peel her tight pink panties down to her knees and 
insert her slithery hot tongue in Jane's slit. Nurse Frye came over and 
watched. The figure behind the drapes leaned forward against them, and now 
it could be seen that it was a male figure, for his stiff cock pushed out 
the red material like a miniature tent. Jane had to stand there with her 
skirt up about her waist, panties at half-mast, little cunt inexorably 
getting all blubbery soft and wet as Audrey's tongue delved and swirled 
there. 

"Is that what she did to you last night?" Mr. Scantland asked. 

"Yes," Jane murmured, and he made her repeat it, louder, "Yes!" 

"And you licked her twat as well?" 

"Yes, sir!" said Jane, just as cunt juice began trickling down her tensed 
inner thighs. 

"And did you enjoy it?" he continued. 

"I ... She ... It was all her fault," Jane sobbed. "I'm not a queer girl. 
I've never done anything like that in my life before! Please make her stop 
now. I'll never do anything like that again!" 

"That's enough, Audrey," he said, but Audrey continued for another few 
seconds, bringing Jane right to the brink of a wholly unwanted orgasm. She 
rose grinning, licking her lips, to stand beside Jane once again. "See if 
Jane liked it, Nurse Frye." 

The husky nurse came up to Jane, reached down and put her fingers in her 
slit. She felt all around before reporting, "She's quite wet, Mr. Scantland. 
I'd say she liked it quite a lot." 

He rose from his desk. "Let me see," he said, and then there were two 
people's fingers poking and slipping in Janie's cunt, while she stood 
teetering between orgasm and mortification. 

Still diddling Jane's twat, Mr. Scantland said, "Audrey, you shouldn't have 
taken advantage of little Jane. She's too young, too innocent-or at least 
she was before last night. You're going to have to be punished. Bend over, 
please." 

"Yes, sir!" 

"Jane," he said, "please take down Audrey's panties and select a suitable 
instrument for her punishment. You are to whip her." 

Janie's whole day brightened. Here was the girl who'd gotten her in all this 
trouble, who'd seduced her into being a queer girl and who'd then confessed 
to all their sins together, all ready to be whipped by her! With a spring in 
her step, Jane went to the desk and chose the riding crop-nice and 
limber-and went around behind Audrey. 

The big blonde was bent at the waist, hands on her knees, high heels close 
together. Jane boldly flipped up Audrey's short brown skirt, revealing her 
upturned bottom in its taut, extremely thin pink sheathing. Audrey caught in 
her breath as Jane unceremoniously jerked the panties down to her knees. As 
she did it, Jane had a very close view of Audrey's magnificently shaped 
bottom, perfectly smooth and white, save for the deeply split and 
blonde-furred pink bulge protruding back from between her buttocks, smelling 
strongly of sex. Mr. Scantland was at Janie's side as she rose, both gazing 
at the flawless flesh she was about to whip. With one hand he still stroked 
the big bulge in his pants, and now with the other he poked a long finger in 
that bulging pink split, and he said, "Is this where you kissed her, Jane?" 

"Y-Yes, sir." 

"Was it as wet as it is now? As warm?" 

He was looking at her for an answer. She swallowed hard, and then her 
fingers joined his in delving and poking within Audrey's heavily swollen 
vulva. "It was ... even wetter," she murmured, while the hot flesh under her 
fingers seemed to writhe and twitch. 

"It obviously tasted good to you then. How does it taste now?" he said, and 
he lifted her wetted fingers to her mouth. Mr. Scantland calmly watched, 
Nurse Frye tittered, and he figure behind the stained red draperies swayed 
forward while Jane dutifully licked her fingers clean. It almost made her 
sick-sick with secret desire at the cunty taste of them, and it made her 
look forward even more to the whipping she'd been chosen to administer. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!" The thin riding crop resounded smartly against 
Audrey's lily-white buttocks as Jane applied it with all her strength. 
Audrey was rocking back and forth on her high heels, Mr. Scantland was 
nodding his approval as he fondled his cock-bulge, Nurse Frye held a hand to 
her smiling mouth, and the figure behind the drapes swayed backward now. In 
moments Audrey's lovely white derriere was striped with crimson. She was 
gasping and moaning but still clinging to her knees with both hands as Jane 
laid it on her-"SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!"-working down her lush, quivering 
thighs now. The little brunette was panting with highly pleasurable 
excitement-until she realized that very probably Audrey would soon be called 
upon to administer a similar whipping to her, and Audrey was a big, strong 
girl. 

Jane's blouse had come open and her hair was tousled from her exertions, but 
now she quickly dropped the whip and said, "That's surely enough, Mr. 
Scantland. Dear heavens, I didn't mean to hit poor Audrey hard enough to 
leave a mark," she said, smoothing her hand over Audrey's highly inflamed 
buttocks, and pausing with it to tickle fingers within her vulva-decidedly 
and surprisingly wetter now. 

"I don't think she's had near enough," said he, and when his hand roughly 
touched Audrey's crisscrossed backside, Jane distinctly felt Audrey's cunt 
open up and contract, in time with the hot shudder that ran through the big 
blonde's body. Had her cruel whipping further aroused Audrey? Impossible, 
Jane thought, but so many impossible things had happened to her at the 
Agency that she couldn't be sure. Oddly enough, Janie's cunt was all 
atingle, and even more strangely, she welcomed the feeling of sexual 
excitement. 

"Should I ... spank her some more?" she asked. 

He shook his head. "I'll take over now," he said, and Audrey's cuntlips were 
fluttering like a moth's wings as Jane drew her fingers from them. 

He slapped Audrey smartly on her ass and told her to straighten up. The 
light was shining very brightly in her eyes now and her smooth cheeks were 
definitely flushed with sexual excitement, further confirmed by her 
thumb-sized nipples poking hard at her diaphanous blouse. Jane was wholly 
intrigued, but more than certain that if a whipping was to be her lot, it 
wouldn't have this effect on her. 

Mr. Scantland went to the desk and got the leather thong, and Audrey watched 
him every step of the way, big tits heaving with her excitement. "Hold your 
skirt up," he told her, and she quickly did so, elevating it very high, 
exposing all of the thin black garter belt that held up her gleaming white 
stockings. "And you," he said to Janie, "you get on your knees in front of 
her, where you can keep your tongue in her twat while I'm whipping her." 

"M-Me?" said Jane, nonplused by his command. 

"You," he replied. "You said you'd liked the taste of her cunt. Didn't you?" 

"W-well, yes, but...." 

"And you licked it all last night, didn't you?" he demanded. 

"Yes, but ... ," she said, face turned scarlet as Audrey's pussy. 

"But what? Well?" said Mr. Scantland, leaning close to her. 

"With these people here?" Jane whispered. 

"There's only Nurse Frye and myself," he blandly said. "Go ahead. On your 
knees, girl. Don't you want your friend to have a bit of pleasure with her 
pain?" 

Jane glanced apprehensively at Nurse Frye, and past her to the figure behind 
the draperies, very obvious now, and very obviously breathing faster. Nurse 
Frye came over to her. The matronly redhead patted Jane's waist and said, 
"It's all right, dear. Goodness knows, there's little I haven't seen working 
for Mr. Scantland. Go ahead, Jane. I know it's something you'll enjoy doing 
for Audrey, and I certainly know Audrey will find it comforting. Go on, 
dear. Do as Mr. Scantland says. He always knows what's best." 

Mr. Scantland nodded, Audrey beamed the warmest of smiles down on Janie, and 
Janie blushed anew and dropped to her knees. 

The cunt before her face was absolutely gorgeous. Janie wanted to taste it 
again more than almost anything else in the world, now that she was faced 
with it. She placed her little hands on warm, marble smooth hips, inserted 
her tongue between creamy wet lips, and immediately found Audrey's big, big 
clit. ZIPPP! Mr. Scantland's leather thong made its first bite, the big clit 
bulged forward through Jane's sucking lips, and Audrey very clearly 
experienced an orgasm. 

ZIPPP! ... ZIPPP! ... ZIPPP! The leather made its marks in slow cadence, 
each one bringing the swaying blonde to a higher state of tortured ecstasy, 
each one making her gushing twat all the more savory and exciting to the 
kneeling brunette. Jane was sucking noisily, tonguing beautifully, clutching 
Audrey's hips hard and perhaps cumming herself while the slow whipping went 
on. Audrey was moaning and gasping and shuddering from the pleasures and the 
pains behind and in front of her, and there was no 'perhaps' about her 
orgasms. 

At times Jane thought Audrey was cumming over and over in measured 
succession and at times she was just as sure that she was experiencing one 
long, drawn-out orgasm. Either way, Audrey was on a sexual trip that was of 
the highest order, and getting wilder all the time. It frightened Janie, but 
not enough for her to stop sucking on the soft, succulent cunt that was 
being thrust at her busy mouth with every new impact of the leather. 

ZIPPP!!! ... ZIPPP! ... ZIPPP! Again and again and again the leather stung 
already tender flesh, and Audrey's excitement grew, and grew. She was crying 
out now-"Oh! God! Unf!"-and her voluptuous big body was quivering and 
writhing and twitching all over. She'd somehow stepped out of her hobbling 
panties and had her high heels planted wide apart, and her knees were bent 
and her legs were widely spraddled. She'd dropped her skirt and Jane was 
holding it up now as Audrey's strong hands were clamped on the black head at 
her loins, as if the almost equally excited Janie might quit on her. But 
Jane had no intention of quitting. Not when the thong-ZIPPP! ... ZIPPP! ... 
ZIPPP!-might taste her little butt next. She kept on sucking cunt, 
remembering all she'd learned the night before and learning new things about 
it, helping Audrey cum, and cumming herself in a strange, good way. 

By then Jane's little cuntlips were throbbing in time to the tune of the 
thong. She was very wet between her legs and she longed for some contact 
with her cunt, though this of course was quite impossible under the 
circumstances. Her body was seething with desire for more, more of anything, 
and all she could do was vent her increasing passions on the cunt pressed 
hotly and wetly against her mouth. But she was cumming in her brain for 
certain, and that part of her body seemed to have an endless capacity for 
orgasm. 

"UH!! OH-H-H-H-H!!! GAW-D-D-D-D!!!" Audrey hoarsely wailed, and all but 
collapsed on top of Janie as a truly huge orgasm ripped through her. By then 
she was almost directly on top of little Jane, as the blows of the thong had 
driven her forward and Jane had been inching forward between Audrey's long 
legs. Jane was nearly kissing directly upward into Audrey's cunt, for all of 
it seemed to be as sensitive as her clitoris had been at the start of 
things. And now as the huge pleasure took possession of Audrey, much of her 
weight came down on Jane's upturned face. The little brunette was able to 
taste deep inside the hole from whence the honey flowed before Audrey 
staggered backward near collapse. 

Jane blinked her eyes and looked around her. Her face was all wet with 
Audrey's cunt juice and her thighs were all wet with her own. Mr. Scantland 
was sitting on the edge of his desk, smiling benignly, cock still a bulge in 
his pants. Nurse Frye was smiling and nodding from near the draped wall. The 
male figure behind the drapes was still there, and now very definitely a 
male, for the red drapes were now stained wet where his loins were, though 
the bulge of his cock was still present. And Audrey? Audrey was all slumped 
over, barely able to keep her feet, and looking so sleepily happy in spite 
of her well-whipped ass that she could only grin like a fool and look round 
her through glazed eyes. 

But her eyes came wide open when Mr. Scantland said, "Come over here and 
take it out." 

"Yes sir!" she said, and hurried to the desk, got down on her knees, and 
worked with flying fingers at his fly. 

Down came his zipper in a trice, but Audrey groaned with impatience at the 
tangle of his shorts within. Again Jane was shocked but fascinated by the 
scene before her, but when Mr. Scantland's beautiful hard cock came pop-ping 
out of his pants any shock in Jane dissolved into greedy yearning. 

That cock was not for her. It was all Audrey's, and Audrey knew it and 
appreciated it. The lovely, pink-cheeked blonde held it in both hands, 
smiling and almost giggling, then smirked at Jane and Nurse Frye as she took 
it into her mouth. 

Jane had tasted a little cock, but she'd never tasted it like that. She'd 
found a weird sort of enjoyment in briefly having Mr. Scantland's cock in 
her mouth, but nothing like the enjoyment Audrey was showing. The blonde, 
still terribly sore from the whipping he'd given her, was treating his cock 
like it was something fit only for gourmets. Hungry ones. She'd hold it in 
both hands and lick its hot red length from its hair to its oozing 
jizm-hole. And when the jism was flowing well, she'd look up at him 
appreciatively through her rich brown eyes and suck the red knob and much of 
the sturdy shaft into her mouth. Her ass had to be terribly sore as she did 
this. Janie, still kneeling where she'd been left, could see it clearly, 
totally crisscrossed with red stripes, perched hard on her high heels and 
squirming there. Still she sucked Mr. Scantland's cock, oblivious of 
anything else, holding its base in her hands and lavishing it with the 
hottest of kissings and suckings. It made Jane hungry to taste it. And it 
made her hand slip down to between her legs for just a bit of relief from 
the seething itching there. 

She jumped when Nurse Frye tapped her shoulder, smiling sweetly, and said, 
"No masturbation here, dear. It's a rule we all keep. Just watch. Your turn 
will come, Janie." 

But when? Janie wondered. She'd take Audrey's beating for just one lick on 
that cock, for just a half inch of it in her incredibly hot, wet cunt! But 
she had to sit there, endlessly, while Nurse Frye did things to the man 
behind the draperies and while Audrey, lucky Audrey, got to suck on Mr. 
Scantland's beautiful big cock. It made Jane feel sad. She'd thought that 
cock belonged to her, in a way. But it was clearly Audrey's now, and Mr. 
Scantland clearly liked what she was doing. 

His pants were down about his knees, his shirttails splayed out, his hairy 
loins all wet with Audrey's well delivered kisses. His cock stood up like a 
proud flagpole, twitching and jerking from time to time as Audrey sucked on 
it. His teeth showed in a tight grin as he sat there on the edge of his desk 
and now Jane could see a fine film of perspiration showing on his handsome, 
balding forehead. And as she watched, fascinated, captivated, yearning to 
touch her aching cunt, Mr. Scantland uttered a grunt and began to cum. 

"Oh, SCANTY!" Audrey exclaimed, and became fully animated as the hot jizz 
spurted. 

It squirted and shot, like heavy cream, and knowledgeable Audrey didn't 
waste a drop of it. The first spurts, all fresh and hot and strong, were 
engulfed by her sucking mouth, sucked in by her sunken cheeks, gulped down 
by her working gullet. Then she drew back and laughed as Mr. Scantland 
moaned with his long-awaited ecstasies, and she let the jism flow and gush, 
using her hands to massage it into his cockshaft, against her nuzzling 
cheeks, even onto her bared tits. She chuckled warmly while he moaned and 
creamed, and Jane thought her heart would break at the sight of his cock so 
steadily shooting into something other than her feverishly burning cunt. She 
watched jealously at Audrey sighing, utterly content with every single thing 
Mr. Scantland had given her, from the awful whipping to the beautiful 
cock-jizz. 

"You may go now," said Mr. Scantland, "but don't ever do that again." 

"Yes ... sir," said Audrey, and got to her feet, looking triumphant, 
towering tall. 

"You stay," he said when Janie started to rise, and he pointed a finger at 
her that was considerably stiffer than his cock now. 

"Yes, Mr. Scantland," said she, bright as could be, hoping against hope that 
she'd get some part of his cock, any part of any cock but especially his, 
before she had to leave too. 

Audrey sauntered out with a gay lilt to her sleek hips. Nurse Frye sighed 
and shook her head and returned to her desk. The figure behind the draperies 
seemed to sigh too. And Janie just sat there on the floor nursing a 
throbbing cunt while Mr. Scantland got up, pulled up his pants, and went 
around behind his desk. Again he pointed his finger at her, now saying, "You 
are to stay here under my desk until I am ready to deal with you." 

"Yes, sir!" she said, scrambling forward on all fours, beaming a smile up at 
his sternly handsome countenance, and crawling into the little wooden cave 
under his desk. 

He harumphed and sat down in his swivel chair, pulled it up till his knees 
were crowding her further back into the dimness there. His knees were bare. 
He hadn't bothered to pull his pants up. His thin legs were apart, his 
flaccid dick hanging over the edge of his chair. It was extremely tempting 
to the cowering, frightened Janie. She was very hot, but frightened too, in 
very new surroundings, learning new things, in grave danger of a really 
brutal beating for something that wasn't really her fault. And Mr. 
Scantland's cock was there. And Janie knew by then that the way to a man's 
heart is not always through his stomach. Cowering there she looked at it, 
she weighed it with her mind, she thought back to the pleasures she'd known 
on it, and she very frankly hungered for it. She thought about whether or 
not she'd take a beating for it and she wondered whether being really nice 
to it would make him forget about her impending punishment. But most of all 
she just looked at it, hungered for it, and as she looked her hunger grew. 
She crept closer to it, extended her tongue, and began to lick its pink, 
shriveled end. 

"This paperwork is getting worse all the time, Nurse Frye," said Mr. 
Scantland, and he opened his legs wider. 

"It's something we've got to do. The poor children need us," she replied, 
and Jane was able to get the whole length of that beloved man's cock in her 
mouth. 

She sucked it and kissed it, used her hands on it. He very obligingly 
shifted forward so that she could gain access to his balls, and these she 
kissed with equal fervor, her near virgin cunt throbbing more with each new 
kiss. She used her hands too, quite unhearing as the Agency Director spoke 
with his Nurse, quite content for the moment to have her face deep between 
his very male loins and to have his utterly male cock even deeper in her 
mouth. Still and all, for all her passions for him, his cock remained 
flaccid. She didn't know much about men, didn't know how quick or how often 
they responded to her kind of adoration, but her passion for him increased 
with the waterings of her badly swollen cunt as she did her best to make it 
hard. She even opened her blouse all the way and rubbed her bare titties 
against his dangling organ, but still it hung there swollen but not stiff. 

At last he sighed, said, "Nurse Frye, that will be all for tonight. I've got 
to get on with Miss White's punishment and there's no reason for you to stay 
for it." 

"You won't be too hard on her?" said Nurse Frye, and Janie's heart rose and 
fell like a roller coaster car. 

"You may go," he said, and Nurse Frye bade him goodnight, but Janie didn't 
hear the door open and close. 

Mr. Scantland pushed back his chair and said, "Get up here." 

Jane rose on lust-weakened, cramped legs, smiling worshipfully up at him. 

He regarded her somberly as he stepped completely out of his pants and 
shorts and picked up the riding crop from the desk, then the leather thong, 
finally the ruler which he flexed in his hands. 

Jane smiled winsomely at him, rubbed her bare backside, and simpered, "Do 
you really have to spank me? I'll be good from now on. I promise." 

"I've heard promises before. So many." He sat down in his armless swivel 
chair, laid the ruler across his naked lap, and said, "But would you rather 
just go to bed now?" 

She looked at his cock, flaccid and entirely useless to her in her 
condition, and she shook her head and said, "I'd rather stay, I guess, and 
... get what's coming to me." 

He nodded sagely. "Get across my lap. Skirt up high. Get across my lap." 

She sighed and did as he said. What was a little pain to her compared to 
what Audrey got, and what Audrey left with. Janie sighed and settled her hot 
bare belly and loins over his hard and bony lap, clutching the threadbare 
carpet with both hands and expecting the worst, hoping for the best. She was 
very aware that Nurse Frye hadn't left. She could discern her big-busted 
form behind the stained red draperies, doing something close with the male 
behind them. But now she didn't care who was there. What with her dread of 
the pain and her need for relief, the entire Supreme Court and the Pope of 
Rome might have been watching and she simply couldn't have changed how she 
felt. 

WHACK!!! WHACKETT-WHACKETY-WHACK! 

The sound of the bamboo ruler flattening her bare bottom was almost as 
shocking as the pain at first, but before very long at all pain had 
overwhelmed aural sensation and Jane was screaming and writhing on Mr. 
Scantland's lap. 

WHACKETY-WHACK, WHACK, WHACK! And Jane was going out of her mind with this, 
her first real spanking administered on a very bare bottom that longed and 
itched for something else. She begged and pleaded with him through her 
tears, implored for him to stop it for just one breathing moment, but the 
ruler kept falling-WHACKETY-WHACK-and Jane was sure she would go quite out 
of her mind with the scalding pain until she felt his cock on her belly. 

Yes! He was getting hard! HARD! She didn't know what was causing it, didn't 
care, but his cock was getting hard, for her, far her! "Oh, yes, 
yes-s-s-s-s!" she moaned, scarcely feeling the blows on her backside now, 
but certainly feeling that stiffening dick under her squirming belly. 

"Give-it-to-me, give-it-to-me," she panted, even smiling as he banged her 
with the ruler and as she got her hand up around a cock that was getting 
harder against her belly at every moment. 

"WHACK, WHACK, WHACK," the sharpedged rule sang out, though now Jane hardly 
heard its impacts, listening instead to Mr. Scantland's passioned breathing 
as his cock came fully hard for her under her hot, thrusting young belly. 

And then all at once he'd thrown her off his lap, cast her down on the floor 
on her smarting backside, and she was looking up at him, but only for a 
moment. He caught her by her long black hair, snarled a warning, and thrust 
her on his desk. It was all so quick and thoroughly exciting that Janie 
could hardly think, but she did know as he thrust her there, that he said, 
"Get ready for the best fucking you'll ever have, girl!" 

His cock in her cunt, not her mouth! He did love her! She opened up fully, 
spreading her fourteen-year-old legs wide, giving his gorgeous cock total 
access to her reaching, thrusting cunt, and she waited on red hot pins and 
needles as he spread her sodden cuntlips with his fingers, fitted his 
swollen cockhead against her, and shoved it in-the whole six inches of it! 

"AAOWI YES! FUCK ME! I LOVE IT!" she screamed, as he snarled and humped and 
screwed in her, wonderful man!, and made her cum surely as hugely as Audrey 
had, even better, for he was cumming too! 

Truly wonderful man, marvelously virile lover, he was no sooner balls-deep 
in Janie's little twat than he'd proceeded to fill it to more than 
overflowing with his good, hot jizm! 

The heavy hot cream gushed and spouted in her, and Janie's cunt-her whole 
body sucked it up with greedy abandon. She moaned and panted with him, 
thrust back against his fierce jabs until she saw stars, and he poured the 
hard meat to her till his cream was flowing down to cover her puckering 
asshole. And then, at the huge peak of her great pleasure, he picked up the 
leather thong and he ZIPP, ZIPP, ZIPPED her with it, loudly commanding that 
she, "Move! MOVE THAT ASS! MOVE THAT CUNT BEFORE I MAKE IT BLEED AGAIN!" 

Janie fucked him insanely. The whole world was gone and she felt no pain at 
all from the leather thong as she threw up to him all she had, her naked 
tits and her bursting brain, her hot young hips and her high-heeled toes, 
her clutching hands and her clasping thighs, but most of all her cunt, her 
filled up cunt, that fine young cunt that had finally found out what it was 
all about. 

At last the thong fell from his hand. At last Janie's young body stopped its 
thrusting as Mr. Scantland's cock was dragged out of it, "Oh, oh, Oh-h-h-h, 
you're wonderful, I love you," she sighed, and he. chuckled, and he v moved 
about to give her mouth best access to his cock. 

She licked it clean, sweet thing, and as contented as she was, fresh pangs 
of yearning came creeping in when he took her to his door and told her to 
get on with herself so that he could finish up with his paperwork. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The fucking Janie had in Mr. Scantland's office was the last she'd enjoy for 
some time. Though she never thought it could happen to her, she soon became 
just another one of the girls, jealous of every new arrival, even more 
jealous of each new departure when a girl was placed in a foster home. And, 
like all the other girls, constantly yearning for Mr. Scantland. 

She had Mm from time to time, but always on his terms. And these times were 
in his office after she'd committed some infraction of the rules. Nurse Frye 
was always there and usually there was another girl present. Frequently 
there was a male figure behind the draperies as well. Usually the girls were 
summoned to his office on appointment, giving them time to dress themselves 
in the uniform of the Agency, the little skirt and the see-through blouse, 
the tight lingerie and the high heeled shoes. This also gave the girls time 
to giggle and eagerly anticipate together, as if they were preparing for the 
Senior Prom, even though they knew they were in for a good whipping. Jane 
never got to the point where she enjoyed the whippings as Audrey and some of 
the other girls did, but she surely did enjoy the blow jobs she gave to Mr. 
Scantland after the whippings were done. 

Janie was good at it. All the girls were good at sucking off Mr. Scantland 
but Janie thought she truly excelled at it, if only because she loved it so. 
Just the thought of having his stiff dick in her mouth would sustain her 
through the most severe strappings. At first she would look forward to a 
good fucking while she was being whipped and made to do things with the 
other girl in the room, but that never happened after the first time. Mr. 
Scantland, it seemed, preferred to fuck the new girls. Only one girl in the 
Agency had been fucked by him more than five times, and that was Audrey, and 
she'd been there for over a year and didn't enjoy fucking all that much 
anyway. 

Most of the other girls sure did. That was just about all they talked about 
while they were laying around the dormitory or doing their chores around the 
Agency. Of course none of them talked about it after they'd been placed by 
the Agency. They'd all been impressed with the importance of keeping their 
good times there a secret, and besides, as Mr. Scantland and Nurse Frye 
pointed out, no one would believe them anyway. But they talked about it 
among themselves an awful lot, and they talked about different techniques of 
cocksucking, and this made them pretty horny most of the time. It seemed to 
Janie she was constantly running around with a pussy that was at least a 
little bit itchy and considerably wetter than it ever had been before she 
came to the Agency. Looking at the boys didn't help at all. They were 
separated except at meal times and under Nurse Frye's dose scrutiny then, so 
it was extremely rare for any of the boys and girls there to get together 
for even a quick screw. The girls sure wanted to. So did the boys. There was 
a lot of eye-fucking going on, but that was the extent of it. The obvious 
way to get some relief and fun at the same lime was with another girl, and 
getting caught at this invariably led to a discipline session in Mr. 
Scantland's office. Most of the girls agreed that Mr. Scant-land got off 
from watching two girls fooling around like that. If so, Janie was glad that 
he did, because that made his cock all the harder and his balls all the more 
full. She'd do her best to excite him in his office because that made for 
all the more jizm she could have when she finally got to suck him off at the 
end of things. All the girls doted on it so much, and it was a shame they 
had to share it because there was always two and sometimes three girls 
present It was exciting just to suck him off, kneeling there before his desk 
with another girl, finger-fucking each other while they both licked and 
kissed his hard dick, taking turns sucking on it. But there never was enough 
of his cum for both of them, it seemed. Jane thought about getting in 
trouble with some newcomer, knowing that she might be able to suck him off 
all by herself during the inevitable discipline session, but Audrey got all 
the new girls and therefore most of Mr. Scantland's jizm. Janie thought and 
thought about how she might get to suck him off again all by herself, and 
maybe even get him to fuck her, and at last she came up with a plan. 

She'd been at the Agency for about a month by then, with no sign of being 
placed in a foster home. She'd been through nine discipline sessions during 
this time, each one a little different, which wasn't nearly enough. She 
devised her plan after observing the routine of things, and although it was 
simple enough, she felt very bold and daring as she carried it out. 

First she made it a point to be invited to spend the night in Audrey's room, 
which wasn't too hard with the help of all she'd learned at the Agency. Once 
there she had a rousing good time with the dormitory boss, heightened by her 
involvement with her plan. And during the night she saw to it that Audrey 
had a good deal of wine to drink. Just as Janie had hoped, Audrey fell 
asleep early, giving Jane the time to get into her chest of drawers and take 
out a complete uniform in her size from the several sizes that were there. 
This she hid under the mattress of her bunk, whereupon she crept back into 
Audrey's bed to wakeup with her in the morning to finish their fun. 

The very next day Jane hid skirt, shoes, blouse and undies under the baggy 
jeans and sweat shirt she'd been given to wear, and the things were there 
when she and the other girls were marched to the cafeteria for lunch. They 
had to march past the main entrance of the Agency on their way to and from 
lunch. On the way back, Janie slipped out of line and darted into the room 
by the front door marked Men. She waited till after lunch because she might 
have to wait a long time for Mr. Scantland to come in, since hunger would 
have made her waiting all the harder. The waiting wasn't too easy as it was. 

There were two urinals and two toilet booths in the bathroom. Janie went 
into one of the booths, quickly took off all her clothes, and dressed in the 
uniforms the girls wore during their discipline sessions, attire which she 
knew Mr. Scantland found appealing. Then she opened her blouse to fully 
expose her pushed up titties and nipples and she pushed her pink panties 
down to her calves and sat down on the toilet seat. Her plan was to wait 
until Mr. Scantland came in and then let him catch her masturbating. This 
was an infraction of the rules and she'd be in for a discipline session with 
Audrey, but with any luck, she'd have Mr. Scantland all to herself in the 
men's room for a while. 

The waiting was harder than she'd expected, but she was prepared to wait all 
night if necessary. The more she pictured him catching her, the wetter and 
itchier her pussy got, making it very difficult to keep from starting her 
masturbation too early and simply wearing herself out. She felt like she 
could rub her hot twat for two hours straight, but she might have to wait 
longer than that for him. If a stranger came in she'd remain quiet behind 
the closed door, but she just knew it would be Mr. Scant-land who next used 
the lavatory. So she sat there, waiting, leaned back against the commode, 
legs parted as far as her panties would permit, waiting, nearly going crazy 
with it. She kept nervously rubbing her thighs and tummy, even played with 
her titties to make sure her nipples would be hard, and all it did was get 
her pussy wetter and hotter and make the minutes seem like hours. Just 
looking down at herself got her more worked up, but that was good, for the 
sight of her should then surely excite Mr. Scantland. She waited, stroking 
her thighs and tits and belly and hips, licking her dry lips and looking 
down at her throbbing pussy. It would have taken a month of constant 
cunt-licking to cool her down just then, but the job could be done with five 
minutes of Mr. Scantland's cock in her mouth-or thirty seconds of it in her 
cunt. She had one of her quick mental orgasms when the door at last briskly 
opened and there was a man in the men's room with her. She had another when 
she peeped under the metal door and recognized Mr. Scantland's black shoes 
and pants standing before the nearest urinal. 

"Mmmm. Oh-h-h. Ah-h-h-h." Janie moaned very softly as she started 
frantically frigging herself, though she felt like shouting at how good it 
felt to finally get her fingers flying in her cunt. 

"Uh!" She had to bite her lip and hold back as she almost immediately 
experienced her first real orgasm, for at least a little subtlety was a part 
of her plan. 

When she heard him start to piss she came again and moaned a little louder, 
for then she could feel the presence of his prick in the room, and it was 
wonderful. It was even better when he stopped pissing and the door of the 
stall was jerked open before her. 

"Oh! Dear heavens, it's Mr. Scantland!" she cried, and made a pretense of 
trying to cover her thoroughly wet and swollen twat with her cupped hand. 

"Jane!" he exclaimed. "What is the meaning of this outrage?" 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Scantland," she said, cringing backward, and at the same 
time writhing provocatively on the toilet seat. "I ... I just couldn't help 
it." 

He angrily advanced into the booth. Wonderful man! His dick was inside his 
pants but his fly was still open, and just that sight alone was enough to 
keep Jane's twat throbbing against her cupped hand. He snatched that hand 
away and brandished it before her face, saying, "You were masturbating in 
here, playing with your nasty little cunt. What are you doing in the men's 
rest room to begin with? And what are you doing in those clothes?" 

He stood back with his arms folded to await her reply. Towering over her, 
with his face frowning and his fly open, he was the most wonderful man in 
the world to her. She couldn't hold her ass still on the toilet seat as she 
spoke to him. She itched and burned all over for him and she kept looking 
down at his crotch as she faltered her well rehearsed reply. "I couldn't 
help it, Mr. Scantland. I was ... going to run away. I stole these clothes 
from Audrey's room. I got her to let me spend the night there. I sucked her 
off and sucked her off, I don't know how many times, and when she went to 
sleep I stole these things so I could have something to wear on the street. 
I know it was awful of me. I know how you hate it when two girls fool around 
together like that. But it was the only way I could think of to get out of 
here." 

"You're not happy here?" he somberly said. 

She looked straight at his crotch and licked her lips. If she wasn't 
mistaken, his cock gave a twitch. She looked down at her hand between her 
legs to be sure he'd see she was moving her fingers in her cunt again, and 
she said, "I like it here most of the time, but I get so ... so horny I just 
can't stand it. Honest, Mr. Scantland, my poor little pussy's just wet and 
itchy all the time," she said, sadly looking down at her naked crotch, and 
showing him a very reddened clitoris from between two moving fingers. She 
leaned forward, face on a level with his cock and just a foot from it, and 
she said, "I think about it all day and I dream about it all night. I'm so 
horny all the time I just can't stand it. Even when I'm fooling around with 
some other girl, all I'm thinking about is what's inside your pants. So I 
decided to run away, find the first man I could and ... and suck him off, 
make him fuck me. Oh, I was going to come back here, but I just had to get 
out long enough to get a prick, all to myself. I'm so bad." 

There was a definite bulge in his pants now, a beautiful thing to see, as he 
said, "Indeed you are. You'll pay for this. Right now. Take off my belt." 

"Yes, sir," she breathlessly murmured, and slipped to her knees before him, 
slid her hands up his pants to his belt buckle. She was rubbing his 
cockbulge with her forearms as she slowly opened his buckle. When he didn't 
stop her she began to kiss him there, and it was sheer heaven to have him 
like this, all to herself with his cock fully hard. She was blowing her hot 
breath through his woolen pants as she drew his belt from his belt loops, 
and now she looked supplicantly up at him and said, "Could I just see it 
once before you whip me, sir?" 

He sighed and said, "You really are a horny bitch. I don't think there's a 
man alive who could keep your cunt happy. You know what I'm going to do 
about you? I'm going to bring my dog here and turn you over to him. He's a 
big, mean Boxer dog who loves cunt. He's got a big long tongue and a hot 
stiff prick, and he's going to lick your cunt and fuck it till it's raw. 
He's going to do it in front of all the other girls, just to show them what 
will happen to them if they try to run away." 

"Yes, Mr. Scantland," she said, thrilled by the thought of even a dog's cock 
in her, but far more thrilled by Mr. Scantland's cock, big and bare and hot 
against her fevered cheeks and kissing lips. 

Her plan was working! She could scarcely believe it! She held his dear cock 
in both hands while she sucked it and kissed it, fearful that he might take 
it away from her at any time, but still thrilled to the core at having it 
all to herself. She wanted to make it last forever but she knew she had to 
go on with it while she had him hot like this and so she tried to say things 
that might excite him while she was loving up his lovely prick. 

"Oh, how I love this cock! Mmm, I can hardly wait for it to shoot and squirt 
in my mouth. My cunt's all blubbery hot and wet. I wish I was sitting on 
Audrey's face. If your dog was here right now I wouldn't mind at all if he 
fucked me. I'd help him do it. And I'd do anything in the world if you'd put 
even a little part of this big, hot cock in my nasty little cunt." 

"I might. I will. UH!" he grunted, and his cock throbbed hard and began to 
shoot. 

Wonderful thrills ripped through Jane's body but she didn't waste a drop of 
his jizm. It came out in heavy gouts, forcefully filling her mouth as he 
rocked back and forth, fucking her through her pursed lips. She tried to 
hold it in her mouth to savor its rich taste, but there was so much of it 
that she had to swallow it. It oozed and came and she oozed and came, 
overjoyed to have him like this, all to herself, not daring to think ahead 
to the possibility that he might fuck her too. 

But all good things end, and Mr. Scantland wasn't made of jizm. She sucked 
him dry, didn't lose a drop, and she was still sucking when he drew his wet 
and softening prick out of her cum-smeared lips. 

"Get out of here and get on your back on the floor if you want some more," 
he said, and Jane scrambled forward out of her panties, pussy throbbing very 
strongly. 

She laid on her back on the cold tile floor, skirt up to her waist, legs 
wide apart. He stood between her legs, sneering down at her, milking his 
dangling dick with his hand. She writhed and arched up at it, panting, "Fuck 
me, Mr. Scantland, please fuck me! I'll always be good if you fuck me, 
always stay here and suck you off. I'll bring you new girls and put on the 
sexiest shows you ever saw and ... OH! OH, NO!" 

He was pissing on her! The dick he held in his hand was pouring forth a hot 
golden stream that splattered directly against Jane's open cunt-and it was 
making her cum again! 

"UR-R-R-R-RGH! OH, NO-O-O-O-O-O!" she moaned, arching and shuddering upward 
against the thudding stream of pee, splaying her cuntlips wide with her 
fingers for more of it. He was cackling and chortling like a demon as he 
pissed on the helplessly orgasming girl, until both man and girl were 
brought up short by the startled voice behind him. 

"Great leapin' horned frogs! Marion, lookit this!" 

Mr. Scantland whirled about and Jane sat up to see a man and a woman gaping 
in the doorway of the lavatory, both in their late thirties. They advanced, 
looking irate, as Mr. Scant-land stuffed his prick back in his pants and 
blurted, "I can explain! It wasn't what it looked like. She ... this girl 
... she's a nymphomaniac. What I was doing ... it's a treatment recommend by 
the, uh, Federal Psychiatrist's Office. Don't look at me like that! I can 
prove every word I say!" 

"You better get busy proving it, Mr. Scant-land," said the man, bunching Mr. 
Scantland's coat lapels in one large hand and shoving him firmly against the 
wall, "or you're in a heap of trouble. Marian, help that poor little gal up 
off the floor." 

The slender brown-haired woman exhibited both strength and gentleness in 
assisting the very frightened Jane to her feet. She washed her and dried her 
at the sink while Mr. Scant-land stammered and whined and while the man 
apparently made ready to carry out his threat and break him in two. Jane was 
just as frightened for Mr. Scantland as she was for herself. She didn't know 
quite what to do and so she did nothing, and very soon Walter, Marian's 
husband, was marching Mr. Scantland to his office with Marian and Jane right 
behind them. 

Scantland was pale and shaking as he got out the papers Walter demanded of 
him. A pen was thrust in his hand and Walter said, "You sign them papers 
right now and turn Jane White over to us, right now. We been coming here for 
months trying to get us a son or a daughter while you been pissin' on these 
poor orphaned children here." 

"She was the only one! Really!" Scantland implored, hastily scrawling his 
signature. 

Walter snatched up the papers and clutched Scantland's throat again, now 
saying, "She better be the only one. If we ever hear of you messin' around 
with any of the kids here, we'll be back, and you'll be in real trouble." 

"Amen," said Marian, and Jane left the Youth Advantage Agency with her new 
foster parents. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was a beautiful bright sunny day outside. In the month or so Jane had 
been confined at the Agency, a late winter had blossomed into an early 
spring, and birds were singing and the greenery was bright as they drove 
toward the edge of town in a pickup truck. At each of her sides, Walter and 
Marian Barnett talked back and forth as if nothing untoward had happened at 
the Agency. Jane had no idea she'd feel so very good, so very free now that 
she was out of the place. She felt all choked up and was fighting tears, and 
as they pulled up before a picture perfect farmhouse, Jane lost the battle 
and began to weep and wail. 

"Whatever's wrong, dear?" said Marian. "Are you homesick for that place?" 

"Of course she isn't," said Walter. "You come on inside, Janie, and have a 
piece of Marian's apple pie and a glass of nice fresh milk and you'll feel 
better." 

"Noo-o-o-o," Jane wailed. "I don't deserve to set foot in your house. I 
don't deserve to be with people as nice as you. I did terrible things at the 
Agency and I ought to go to jail. Oh, boo-hoo-hoo. Oh-h-h, 
boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo. Just look at the way I'm dressed. Oh, boo-hoo-hoo." 

Despite her protests they bundled Janie up and took her inside, filled her 
tummy with pie and milk, and showed her the room that was to be hers, a room 
so simply beautiful that Janie started crying again. And when at last the 
sobs subsided Jane began to talk. She told them everything she'd done, 
everything that had happened to her at the Agency. And when she was done she 
looked at them and said, "You see? I don't deserve to be in a nice place 
like this with nice people like you." 

"But it wasn't your fault, dear," said Marian. 

"That's right," Walter agreed. "It's the fault of that pervert Scantland. 
I'm goin' back and fix his wagon good." 

Jane placed a hand on his knee, and said, "No. He might have done things he 
shouldn't have, but ... but I liked every bit of it. If he's a pervert, so 
am I." 

"But you're not, dear," said Marian. "You're too young to be a pervert." 

Jane looked at her with grim defiance and said, "I'm not too young to suck 
cocks and lick pussies. And I'm not too young to trick Mr. Scantland in the 
men's room, just in the hopes he'd fuck me. I'm bad. Heck, even right now 
I'm thinking about doing it with your husband. If that's not bad, I don't 
know what is." 

"It's not so bad," said Marian with a smile, and Walter practically blushed 
and said, "Aw, Marian." 

Hot shivers ran all through young Jane. Despite her best intentions, her 
hand started crawling like a spider up Walter's leg. He started to push it 
away but Marian said, "No, dear. Our girl's practically in pain. Just look 
at her. She needs it and you've got it and you know I've never been a bit 
jealous about your giving it away." 

"But she's so durn young," he said, while Jane inched her fingers closer to 
his crotch, eyes shining brightly, cheeks flushed with roses. 

"She's older than I was when you introduced me to that fine big fellow 
between your legs. It's all right. Jane's a girl who needs some sex from 
time to time and until the right boy comes along for her, you're just going 
to have to help her out. Take off your things, Jane, and get yourself 
comfortable." 

Jane couldn't believe her good fortune. Neither could she believe how 
embarrassed she felt in disrobing before these two nice people, in spite of 
all the stripping she'd done before the people at the Agency. Nevertheless, 
driven on by her near intolerable throbbing of her very wet pussy, she 
stripped off all that remained of her Agency garb while Marian softly argued 
with Walter and helped him undress. 

She'd never seen a man naked before and it was fascinating, beautiful. He 
had a build that made Mr. Scantland look like a man made of sticks. He 
looked like an Adonis in his boxer shorts, and when Marian coaxed those down 
he looked even better. 

"Oh, he's got such a big one!" she exclaimed, gazing raptly down at his 
fine, manly cock, big as a fat pink sausage and hanging down over a truly 
huge pair of testicles. "It must be even bigger when it stands up." 

Marian laughed. "Oh, it is. Do you think you can help it stand up?" 

Jane eagerly took it in her hand and played with it. Even soft it was bigger 
than Mr. Scant-land's, but soft it remained. She got down on her knees and 
kissed it, sucked it while naked Walter sat on the bed, a foot away from his 
smiling wife. This failed to stir his cock from its state of flaccidity too. 
Jane was starting to get worried, but she didn't show it as she rose from 
her knees before him to present her youthful beauty in the best possible 
light. 

She looked down at herself as she fondled her titties, extruding erect pink 
nipples from between her fingers. She slid her hands down over her slim 
waist and narrow hips, smiling alluringly at him, and she put a touch of 
wicked enjoyment in that smile as she moved a hand to her warmly waiting 
pussy, spreading its lips as a further temptation to him. He still only 
smiled with polite interest at her, and now she turned to present him with 
her pert little backside in hopes he might share Mr. Scantland's erotic 
interest in fucking a girl from behind, because by then she needed that 
prick of his anywhere she could get it. Still it remained soft, in repose, 
and there were tears in Jane's eyes as she turned to Marian and said, "Am I 
that ugly?" 

"You're a perfectly adorable girl," said Marian, and got up from the bed and 
began to undress herself. 

Jane was really much more used to this. She'd only had sex with Mr. 
Scantland a few times, but there had been dozens of times she and another 
girl at the Agency had undressed for each other and done everything they 
possibly could to both thrill and satisfy each other. Marian didn't have a 
spectacular figure but Jane was already appreciating it. Her tits sagged a 
little but they were nice and full, with ends that would soon be standing up 
as hard as Janie's. She had a long, lithe waist that would certainly feel 
good when Jane's arms were wrapped around it. Her legs were soft, shapely, 
but still looked strong from the outdoor work she did. But it was her pussy 
that was fascinating, because it had a full thick patch of mature public 
hair covering it, hair that would soon be split by Jane's burrowing mouth. 
Looking at Marian, Jane forgot all about Walter's prick. Until Marian looked 
down at him. 

The rural, middle-aging housewife hadn't done a thing to entice him beyond 
undressing. She was rather plain looking and she was just standing there 
smiling without artifice, but Walter was looking up at her with sheer 
adoration in his eyes, and his cock was sharing in his appreciation. It 
looked a foot long and as stout as Jane's wrist! Its growth had been such 
that it had pulled his balls up, and its slitted eye was gaping widely at 
the naked woman standing calmly by his side. 

"Gawd, you're as pretty as the first day I seen you," Walter murmured. 

"Think of me like that," she said as she sat down beside him, "while you 
help our little girl with her problem. No, don't touch me just yet. Help 
Janie first." 

Janie was already lying down on the bed with her legs open and her little 
pussy bared. She hadn't done much fucking in her young life, but she 
certainly knew what position to take. She was so eager for that big cock of 
Walter's that she couldn't take a deep breath, but Walter was still gazing 
at his wife, who now came forward to touch him. 

"Yeah-h-h," he said with a grin, as she took his cock in hand. It was quite 
a handful, and she used it as a lead to roll him on his side toward where 
Jane was so breathlessly waiting. 

"Oh, dear heavens, it's so big!" Jane ex-, claimed, as the large blunt head 
of it touched her nearly hairless pussy. 

"Too durned big," said Walter, trying to draw back. "I just better use my 
tongue on this little gal, Marian. I sure wouldn't want to hurt her. 

"You won't, you won't!" said Jane in rising panic, which was slaked when 
Marian firmly drew him on by his cock. 

She pulled him right on. She stuffed the big knob of his cock right inside 
Janie's little cunt, eliciting a gasp of delight from the girl. Its entry 
shoved in prim cuntlips and all, but before Walter could position himself 
more comfortably in her she'd hooked her heels round his naked backside and 
helped herself to the full length and girth of it. 

"DEAR HEAVEN!" she cried, as for the first time in her life she was filled 
to the brim with cock, lovely cock, hard as a rock and throbbing with life. 

"OH, YES! GIMME MORE!" she exclaimed, naked torso and titties flailing on 
the bed, hips thrusting, heels spurring. 

"Easy does it, little gal," he said. "No need to try and get it all at 
once." 

"I've gotta HAVE IT! UR-R-R-RRGH! I'm cumming, GUMMING HARD, GUMMING 
AL-READE-E-E-E-EH!" she screamed, raking her nails over his ribcage, heaving 
her hard little hips up at him, exploding so completely with orgasm that she 
ludicrously felt like laughing. 

He kept up his own pace, which was more than good enough for Jane. While she 
churned and thrashed and threw every bit of herself up at him, he held firm 
to her waist and steadily humped, drove that big cock into her gushing twat 
with satisfyingly deep, steady thrusts that she could feel clear up to her 
brain. 

"That's right. You're doing fine. Give her all she can take," Marian 
encouraged, with a hand on Walter's pumping backside that probably helped 
encourage too. 

"Beat me, whip me, fuck me!" cried Jane in her own encouraging efforts, and 
Walter just kept grinning and pouring the meat to her, pistoning his 
tight-fitting cock through her well lubricated fuck-tunnel till her orgasms 
were bursting out of her, filling the sunlit room with stars, then merging 
the brilliant flashes into a glowing pink haze as her whole body went limp 
under him, every bit of it save the broad smile of her pretty face. A long, 
rippling shudder coursed through her as his long, thick cock was slowly 
withdrawn. She was too weak to reach for the dripping end of it and lick it 
clean with her tongue, as she'd been taught at the Agency. She was too weak 
to do anything but smile, close her eyes, and slip into a peaceful doze. 

Jane awoke just a few minutes later to a beautiful sight. Walter and Marian 
were now joined at the loins and moving together. They were, it seemed, 
joined everywhere from their lips to their toes, moving in sensuous harmony 
together, arms and legs entwined, loins executing a rhythmic ballet. With an 
effort she rose on an elbow to watch them better, in time to see their lips 
part from each other's and turn up into smiles. "Yuh know I love yuh," he 
said, thrusting slowly, thrusting deep. 

"You prove it all the time," she answered, hips moving in liquid rhythm 
under his. "You're so good, such a good man." 

"'Cause you're my woman," he said. "My woman, my woman, my woman," he 
triumphantly said, and both of them closed their eyes, and for the first 
time in her life Jane saw the expression of sheer rapture on a human 
countenance, and it made her feel poignantly sad. 

The sadness lasted for only a moment though, for as that first great zenith 
of loving pleasure was passed, both Walter and Marian opened their eyes and 
broke into grins that changed at once into joyous laughter. Still working 
wonderfully together they rolled about on the bed, with him plunging into 
her beautifully, with her reaching up to meet each of his thrusts. They 
laughed exultantly, freely, as his every ejaculation was met with a new 
orgasm from within, and it seemed to last for a wonderfully long time before 
their thrustings subsided into squirmings and their laughter dwindled into 
soft gigglings. 

One of Jane's many night-time fantasies had been that of watching another 
couple fuck. Now that she'd done it, though, she felt embarrassed. It was 
simply too intimate a thing to do, she felt. Although they had freely done 
it, right there in front of her, she felt like a Peeping Tom, and she now 
tried to quietly slip off the bed before they were fully roused from their 
contentment. In her fantasies she'd seen herself, too, frantically frigging 
herself while she watched the amorous efforts of two strangers, not 
necessarily as perfectly matched as these two. But she hadn't even done 
that. Their union had seemed more like a private dance of love than a sex 
show, and Jane felt she was an unwelcome intruder upon the scene. She was 
almost off the bed before Marian's hand touched her wrist to stay her. 

"Do you feel better now, dear?" 

"Yes, I ... At least my pussy doesn't hurt any more. But I shouldn't have 
watched you and I sure shouldn't have fucked Walter." 

"Nonsense. You needed it and he had it to give. When you need it again, 
he'll be here. There'll be plenty left for me." 

Jane sighed and nodded. "I know. He'll never foe able to cum in me, will he? 
He can only cum with you because you're the only one he loves. Isn't that 
right? And he'll never be able to laugh with me like he does with you. Why's 
that?" 

"So many questions, but so much time for you to learn," said Marian. 

Walter nodded sagely, and he said, "Yeah, you got plenty of time to learn, 
specially when you find the right guy to learn with. Meantime, you got 
Marian and me to keep you and love you and show you what we learned. I think 
you're gonna be happy here, if you try." 

"I don't think I'll have to try very hard," said Jane. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Of course Jane wasn't the only child who had been at the Youth Advantage 
Agency and she wasn't the only gender. Other children came and went while 
she was there, and one of those who came was a young man, little more than a 
boy, named Tim Holmstead. He was very close to Jane's age, but even more 
innocent about life than she had been on her arrival. He had curly black 
hair, pleasant features, and sturdily slim body that was just beginning to 
take on the characteristics of the male adult. This intelligent, 
good-looking, innocent boy was an orphan rather than a prospective foster 
child, having lost both his rather elderly parents in a tragic automobile 
crash. Like Jane, Tim arrived at the Agency cold and hungry and very 
frightened, with his future in the hands of utter strangers. Unlike Jane, 
however, he was welcomed and admitted by Nurse Frye, for Nurse Frye liked 
boys like him in her strange way, she liked them very much.... 

Nurse Frye knew she'd like this boy in particular. She knew it from the way 
he stood on the scales with his little white butt sticking out and with his 
hands crossed primly over his pecker and balls. She could tell she'd like 
him when he was first admitted, because of how wide open his eyes were. And 
they'd gotten wider still when she'd patted him on his shoulder and said, 
"Go ahead, dear. It's perfectly all right. Take off all your clothes so I 
can examine you before we find a lovely new home for you. Every stitch." 

Despite his best efforts at modesty, she'd gotten a good look at his prick 
as he undressed. Nurse Frye always enjoyed that first sight of a fresh new 
prick, one that was all hers for a while, one that would never be quite the 
same once she got done with it. This boy, Tim, had a nice prick. It was very 
white and small, shorter and not much fatter than his finger, and graced 
with a foreskin so tight and pointed that it was just possible it might 
never have been fully drawn back to expose the rosebud head hidden within. 
She felt nice and warm and itchy all over, from the palms of her hands to 
the fatty lips of her twat as she looked sidelong at it, secretly smiling as 
she looked into his future. 

"A hundred and twelve pounds," she announced when he was up on the scales, 
still shivering though she'd already turned up the heat in the examining 
room. "Now come over here, get up on the table, and we'll test your 
reflexes." 

Still his hands remained closed before his darling little prick as he came 
off the scales and walked hesitantly to the forbiddingly long black table. 
From her seat at the desk, Nurse Frye got a glimpse of it flopping upward as 
he jumped up and sat on the leather, then again it was hidden under his 
hands and between his clasped thighs. She got up, smiling her motherly best, 
and came toward him. He looked so deliciously big-eyed frightened that she 
wanted to say Boo! to him and make him jump, but he'd be jumping to other 
tunes before long. 

From the shelf under the table she took a small rubber mallet, and with this 
in hand she said, "Cross your legs, Timmy, for the knee tap test." 

He quickly did so. What a nice, compliant boy he was! She tap, tap, tapped 
first one knee, then the other, and he stiffly responded in perfectly normal 
fashion, not that she cared. She ran some other tests on him, all involving 
at least some physical contact with him, and all the while she spoke to him 
warmly, soothingly, instilling both trust and respect for her into their 
budding relationship. He breathed an audible sigh of relief when she put 
aside the stethoscope she shared with Mr. Scantland and picked up a 
clipboard. 

"Measles? Chicken pox? Pneumonia? Broken bones?" She went down the list 
ticking them off on the clipboard as he answered, and the tone of her voice 
changed as she said, "How often do you masturbate?" 

He choked and blushed and squirmed his fists into his lap, and again he 
couldn't answer when she repeated the question. She laid the clipboard 
beside him and said, "Please answer the question, Tim. How often do you 
masturbate? Do you do it once a day, once a week, three time a day, ten 
times a day? Don't be embarrassed to tell me. We've got to know." 

He tried to answer and failed, and before he could try again she laid a warm 
hand on his tensed little shoulder and said, "Perhaps you don't understand 
the clinical term. What I'm talking about is your playing with yourself, 
jerking off, jacking off, abusing yourself. I'm sure you know what I mean, 
Tim." 

"I don't ... do it at all," he squeaked, and though she was delighted by his 
answer, she cocked her head and said, "You mustn't lie to me, Tim. It 
will-go hard against you if you do." 

"I don't do it!" he said, near tears in his embarrassment "I swear on my 
mother's honor I don't!" 

What a find this one was! 

Again the practiced, questioning look, and Nurse Frye said, "And you're 
twelve whole years old? Hmm. You do get erections, don't you? I mean, your 
penis does get stiff at times other than when you have to urinate? We'd just 
better see. We'd just best find out for ourselves," she said, and off her 
shelf came a sheaf of glossy photographs of the type that still are not to 
be found in the magazine racks of your comer liquor store. 

He gave a start as if he'd been shot when she showed him the first one, a 
photo of a partially clothed, big-busted blonde gazing lustfully down at a 
stark naked lad who was deeply involved in licking her cunt. "This is a 
picture of the act of cunnilingus, of course," she said, "and looking at it 
is often enough to help a normal boy of your age have an erection. Put your 
hands at your sides, please, so I can see what reaction it has on you." 

He very reluctantly did as she told him, and there was his little pecker, 
peeping up out of his clasped thighs like a beautifully surrealistic little 
worm, still soft as could be. 

She showed him another picture, this one considerably blander, of the 
screen's leading sex queen clad in extremely exotic lingerie. He settled 
down a little as he saw the familiar face, but his pecker remained 
flaccid-as it should have at this point-and his general revulsion for what 
he saw in the picture remained. 

There followed picture after picture, with Nurse Frye commenting on every 
one, and after a dozen or so of these the boy was able to look at each new 
shot without flinching, and was even showing a morbid interest in the 
anatomy of the naked female and in what outlandish things the female could 
do with the naked male. She showed him pictures of girls and girls together 
and of boys and boys together and of gloriously entangled sex orgies until 
he was almost to the point of looking forward to the next photo to be shown, 
and then when he was just about to really react to them all she set them 
aside and shook her head and said, "I'm very much afraid there might be 
something wrong with you ... sexually. Something that might make you, well, 
difficult to place in a foster home." 

"I'd have to stay here?" he said, eyes tragically wide. 

"Or in some other institution until you're all right. Until your condition 
changes," she said, and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder again, and 
slid it smoothly back and forth, up and down his back. "Look at the pictures 
some more. They should help you and I'll try to help you and we'll just see 
if your penis can get nice and stiff." 

He frowned and tried to squirm away from her caressing hand, and he said, "I 
don't want to look at 'em any more. They're too weird." 

"And I'm sure you don't want to stay in a place like this for the rest of 
your life either. Look at them, Timmy. If you're any sort of a normal boy 
I'm sure you'll come to enjoy pictures like these. And I'll try to help you. 
Hm? Just lie down and look at them one more time, dear. And spread your legs 
apart. That's right." 

He lay on his side, head propped up on his hand, to look at them. He was 
scowling but his interest was there, and he was no longer so embarrassed 
about exposing his private parts. With one leg crooked up, his beautiful 
little prick and his tight little sac of nuts were laid completely bare and 
open. Nurse Frye was hard pressed to keep from just grabbing his pretties, 
especially with the added stimulus of all those hot pictures right there 
before her. She'd always liked dirty pictures. Even pin-up girls pictures 
helped turn her on, and even the most familiar ones of her very extensive 
collection still retained the capacity for making her nipples get stiff and 
her cunt get wet. Her nipples and cunt were that way now, but it was the 
proximity of this beautiful and beautifully innocent boy that was doing it 
even more than the pictures were. She smoothed her hand up and down his 
inner thigh, saw his prick give its first discernible twitch, and had 
herself a nice little orgasmic tingle. She had it again the first time she 
curled her hand around his warm, soft pecker. 

There was concern in his eyes as he looked up at her and she said, "I do 
believe it's starting to get just a little hard. That's good. Does it 
feel...." She smiled. " ... weird?" 

He took a deep breath and fidgetted on the leather table and she nodded 
reassuringly and softly kneaded the delightful handful she had at her 
disposal. His prick was definitely getting stiffer now. Perhaps he was 
getting off to the first really sexual hard-on of his life, and she was 
doing it, and she felt proud. 

"Beautiful girls. Sexy girls in these pictures," she warmly murmured, and 
turned another photo over for him, this of a gorgeous girl deep into orgasm, 
sitting on the face of a burly, stiff-cocked man very obviously enjoying 
himself to the hilt. "Your pecker feels as if it might be as big as his some 
day," she said, and indeed, it had already grown to twice its former size in 
her expertly moving hand. 

This embarrassed him anew, and he tried to close his legs and squirm away 
from her, but she laughed and pushed them open again, made him gasp by 
drawing his foreskin down a little way, and she said, "Don't worry. The 
door's locked. We're all alone. And you're starting to enjoy yourself. 

"Look at your prick now, Tim. It's just as hard as it can be. That proves 
you're at least part way normal. Mmm, and doesn't it feel good when I play 
with it like this? Of course it does. Now you play with it a little. Show me 
how you like to play with it to make it feel best. It's all right. Go 
ahead," she said, removing her hand with greatest reluctance. "All boys jerk 
themselves off at times and it's time you got started at it." 

His hand was tense and trembling as it traveled to his loins. His prick was 
sticking up very straight, pink bulb trying hard to poke out of its 
stretched foreskin. He curled his hand around it and gave it a few little 
jerks and squeezes, red-faced as he could be, while Nurse Frye stood right 
there at his side, smiling her encouragement and tingling everywhere in her 
body with great, lustful hunger for every bit of this homeless waif. 
Clumsily masturbating, getting hotter all the time, he moved restlessly on 
the table, looking from her to the dirty pictures to himself and back again. 
He sighed and let his hand fall away when she reached out for him again. 

"Your foreskin's too tight. That's the real trouble," she said, and 
forthwith produced a jar of Vaseline from under the table. "This will soften 
it, let your little prick grow like it should, and it'll feel good, Timmy, 
real good." 

She smeared on just the right amount. In instants it was at body temperature 
and just the right consistency for allowing his bone-hard prick to slip 
through her encircling hand. At each stroke now the bulbous little head of 
his prick was making a larger appearance through his stretching foreskin, 
and at each of these strokes he was getting more excited. She helped him 
along. 

"The girls in the pictures are pretty, aren't they. And they're having a 
good time. They just love to have their titties played with and sucked on 
and kissed. And the men love to do it. The men know what that will do to the 
girls. It'll make their pussies all hot and sweet and kissable and ready for 
fucking. Know what fucking feels like, Timmy?" 

"Huh-uh," he said, wide-eyed, hanging on her every word now, just as he was 
waiting for every smallest movement of her hand. 

"It feels a lot like what you're feeling now, but better, warmer. A woman's 
cunt is a beautiful thing. It fits around a man's big stiff cock just right, 
once it's ready for it. And the best way to get it ready for fucking is to 
kiss is, suck it. Men love to do that. Don't worry. I'll show you how if 
you'd like," she said, and. he swallowed hard, and he looked a little sick. 
"Oh!" he gasped, as at last Nurse Frye pulled his foreskin all the way back, 
popping the little bulb completely out of its protective sheath. 

"It's all right. That's fine," she said, very gently massaging the extremely 
sensitive flesh with the well-lubricated balls of her fingers, easing away 
any pain, bringing him to a new level of excitement. 

She worked his foreskin up and down, ever stretching it. He was on his back 
by then, fine little body twitching and jerking with feelings certainly 
miraculous to him. He'd knocked some of the pictures to the floor in his 
excitement but others she held up before his sex-glazed eyes, still 
commenting on them as she gave him a hand job he'd never forget for as long 
as he lived. 

"Feeling good, Timmy? Feel better. I know you can. I want you to. I want you 
to feel just as good as the men in the pictures feel while they're kissing 
their sweethearts and sucking on their tits and fucking them and eating 
their lovely hot pussies. Look at this picture. Look at the look on his 
face. Nothing like it in the world, to really feel good. I'm getting a 
little hot myself, just talking about it," she said, and set the picture 
down, and smiled down on him while she used that hand to squeeze and fondle 
her bosomy big tits through her snowy white uniform while he watched 
dumb-struck, longing. 

She laughed and bent over his loins, blew her warm breath over his reaching 
prick, then sent him into a frenzy of writhing by using both hands to 
massage all through his open and super-sensitized crotch, buttocks and 
asshole and balls and prick and everything. He didn't know it but she had 
him close to cumming, and while he was in this delirious state she bent down 
again and kissed him on the lips. 

"Tastes nice. Tastes like more," she murmured, bent down over his face, veil 
of red hair all around him to soften her coarse, wrinkled features. "Tastes 
like a lot more," she said, and lowered her mouth on him again, pried his 
lips open with her tongue, and delved deep to taste his sweet innocence as 
deeply as she could. 

Her excitement got the better of her for a. moment and she clamped her 
Vase-lined hand on his jaw, turned him toward her, and hissed, "Breathe 
through your nose, dammit!" 

She kissed him again and returned to jacking him off, and now he held still 
for it. She closed her eyes and let all the good feelings flow and gush in 
her as she mashed her rouged lips on his, opened his mouth again, and 
inserted her blunt-pointed tongue. He was panting through his nostrils as he 
tried to push it away with all he had for this job, his own tongue, and she 
easily held him there till their tongues were fencing and he was enjoying 
his first French kiss. The crotchband of her panties was sopped and her 
cuntlips and clit were throbbing deeply when she backed off to murmur to 
him, fetid breath hot against his panting mouth. 

"French kissing, that's almost as nice as eating cunt. Yes, you're getting 
to be a normal boy. Let's see if you can cum. Shall we? Hm? Don't be afraid. 
Just feel good. I'll do it all for you. Just think about all the pretty 
girls in the pictures. Just let yourself go. Think about fucking them all 
and sucking their tits, kissing 'em like we kissed, and eating their 
pussies. Suck on my tongue, my own little Timmy, and feel good, feel good!" 

She mashed her mouth on his and he sucked on what she gave him. She got 
smooth with her cock-strokes now, and rapid too. The spiraling ascent of his 
excitement was thoroughly thrilling to her and she didn't pause a bit now, 
letting it rise and rise, forcing it ever upward, holding him there under 
the weight of her mouth and her hands until he'd uttered an anguished cry 
and his prick was jerking very hard in her hand, spurting hot little jets of 
virgin jizm up her arm and on her shoulder and in her hair while she stabbed 
him with her tongue and sucked on his and squeezed her trembling thighs 
together as hard as she could. 

"Mmmf! Nnnng! Nnnnmmf!" She wouldn't let him utter anything more than 
muffled goans till she'd pumped all his semen out of him and made him feel 
better than ever he had in his life before. Still she went on kissing him in 
that overwhelming manner as again she massaged all through his very hot 
little crotch. She needed a cum so badly she could taste it, but there'd be 
plenty of those if she trained him right, and she would. Now she just kept 
on with her French kiss and her hand job until he finally settled down in 
his frantic writhings and clutchings at her, and each imprint of his hands 
could still be felt by her as she gave off in the kiss and straightened up 
beside the table smiling, sweetly smiling. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Goodness, look at that," said Nurse Frye, examining her sleeve and the side 
of her uniform dress, all spotted and marked with his boycum. 

"I'm sorry," he managed to murmur, embarrassment starting to renew itself in 
him. "I couldn't help it. I just ... I'm sorry." 

"Of course you couldn't help it. Dear boy. You felt good, and that's all 
that matters. But look, you've cum all over me, and jizm does stain. Tsk. 
I'm a mess. I have to buy my own uniforms, you know. The Agency doesn't pay 
for them." 

It buttoned down the front, and it took her only a moment there before the 
very startled eyes of the boy, to have it off. She examined it doubtfully 
while he gaped, surely seeing her in panties and bra as the most erotically 
beautiful woman in the world, fat and old though she might be, but real, 
living flesh. She gave him only enough of a look there at her before turning 
toward the other door of the examining room, saying over her shoulder, "Come 
with me while I clean this up. I've a little apartment I keep here and it 
will only take a moment." 

Of course he was off the table and right behind her, following after her 
big, switching buttocks into her lair. It was just a one room apartment with 
a bath, all furnished very comfortably with things for Nurse Frye's well 
deserved pleasure. The lighting was subdued and it was rose colored, the 
better to present her in the best possible way and thus inspire further 
pleasures from the young guests she took in with her. When the door closed 
behind Tim she turned and kissed him and hugged him lightly, though she 
wanted to crush him till his bones cracked, and she said, "Come with me 
while I rinse this out. You're not supposed to be here, you know. You're the 
first boy I've ever had in here. You won't say a word about it to Mr. 
Scantland, will you. Or to anyone for that matter. They'd never believe you 
anyway," she said, and kissed him again and led the way into the bathroom. 

This too had lighting that was very soft and pink-suffused. She knew she 
looked good to him from the rear, bent over the sink to rinse out her 
uniform, at least good enough to keep him standing right where he was. She 
let him get a side view of her big, jiggling curves as she wrung out her 
uniform and hung it up. He was goggling at her beautifully as she said, "I'm 
all hot and sweaty down between my legs from giving you such a good time in 
there. I'm going to take a shower and you are too. Wait. I'll get the water 
started." 

With Agency funds she'd installed a nice big stall shower in the apartment 
she sometimes allowed Mr. Scantland to borrow and now she stepped into it, 
still clad in her panties and bra. She stripped these off and tossed them 
over the frosted glass door and turned on the water, let it get all steamy 
warm in there and quickly washed her very wet pussy, then opened the door a 
crack and beckoned to the boy. When he came close, she grabbed his wrist and 
pulled him in with her. 

Laughing and chattering about what a good time he'd had with her and the 
wonderful pictures, she was able to squeeze and hug his splendid young body 
against her big naked flesh. Under the pretense of washing them both, she 
handled every bit of him and felt him respond to her naked closeness even 
though she was old enough to be his mother and considerably overweight. His 
prick was nice and hard and she was washing it and rinsing it once again 
from behind as she said, "You go into the apartment and wait for me while I 
finish up. Dry yourself off and go in and sit in the big red chair in there. 
There's a button under the little table beside the chair. Push it, Timmy, 
and it will start something that will keep you amused till I join you. Go on 
now," she said, giving his hard prick and balls a squeeze filled with the 
promise of more pleasures yet to come. 

As soon as he was out of the bathroom she emerged from the steam-fogged 
shower stall. She hummed happily as she dried herself off, dusted herself 
with fragrant powder, and applied candy-sweet perfume to strategic places in 
her body. From a drawer she took a black brassiere and panties, for he was 
not yet ready to fully appreciate her fully naked, and the lingerie set was 
attractive. The panties were black satin, full cut, with a crotchband broad 
enough to cover the big bulge of a red-haired, mature cunt. The black bra 
was lacy at the tops of its cups, but the cups were very scanty, little more 
than uplifting platforms embracing the undersides of her very big tits and 
presenting the better part of them, nipples included, quite naked and 
forward thrusting. Thus attired, Nurse Frye was still humming as she brushed 
out her hair and artfully applied makeup to her face and to her stiff 
nipples. She had a little peep-hole in the bathroom and she looked through 
it and smiled at what she saw, for the boy was obedient to a fault, sitting 
there in her overstaffed chair, little prick sticking up hard as he grasped 
the chair arms with both hands and gaped through the flickering light before 
him. 

Having pressed that button, he was watching some very sexy films that Nurse 
Frye had spliced together into a two hour loop. They were of beautiful 
girls, either nude or very briefly attired, parading around and smiling at 
the viewer, dressing and undressing, and getting together sexually with 
other people. She doubted if the boy could last through the entire two hour 
showing on this, their first time together, but she was confident that with 
her help his stamina would improve. But now he was ready for some more fun 
and she was ready too, and she went to him. 

Nurse Frye was most gratified when the boy's attention moved from the little 
movie screen to her, then became fully fixed on her as she paused in the 
bathroom doorway. She felt for a moment like a movie star, as attractive to 
the boy as the young twats at the Agency were to Mr. Scantland, and she let 
him look at her there for a few more moments through the rose lights before 
moving into the room with him. 

"Let me sit in the chair and you sit close to me while we look at the 
movies. Aren't they good?" she said, and she kissed him as he got up out of 
her chair, and she rubbed her big soft tits and her hard nipples against his 
chest as she did so. She gave his stiff dick a nice little pull and said, 
"My, it didn't have any trouble getting hard this time, did it. Maybe you're 
pretty normal after all. Is it sore at all?" 

"No! Huh-uh," he said, looking as if he was about to melt from the 
excitement of it all, and making an effort not to look down at Nurse Frye's 
prominent and largely exposed tits. 

"It doesn't hurt when I work your foreskin back and forth like this?" 

He was wincing and jerking and twitching all over, but he shook his head and 
said, "No!" 

"It's supposed to feel good, you know. It's supposed to feel like ... well, 
fucking," she said, ever working his prick with her practiced fingers. "It'd 
feel like this if you were fucking one of those girls on the screen, only 
better. D'you know that?" 

He nodded, too excited to speak, and too excited to keep from glancing down 
at her tits. "Like what you see?" she said, smiling and giving one of her 
thrusting nipples a squeeze, then smoothing her hand over his cheek. He 
nodded quickly and looked right straight at them then, and she teased her 
hand back and forth between her tits and his face as she said, sighing, 
"Mine are so big. But still, lots of men like to play with titties as big as 
mine, kiss them and suck on them. Do you think they're too big?" 

He uttered a strangled moan from the back of his throat, and she chuckled 
and curled her hand around the nape of his neck and drew him down till he 
was sucking slurping noisily on her protuberant nipple, enjoying himself 
like the big boys, and not so incidentally letting Nurse Frye enjoy the 
tit-sucking right on down to her toes. 

"Oh, that's nice," she said. "Oh, that's so fucking sweet and it tastes so 
good. Mm-hm! Bite it a little, baby. It won't hurt. Oh! Oh, I felt that 
right down to my cunt! No, keep sucking. Just a little more. Tha-a-a-at's a 
good boy. You're getting me all hot and bothered, and I just love it. Here. 
Give me your hand. Put it between my legs and feel how hot you've got my 
twat." 

She grabbed his hand, opened her legs, and clamped it up against the red-hot 
bulge of her steaming, panty-clad cunt. Her nipple had slipped out of his 
mouth and he looked marvelously frightened and excited as she stood with her 
legs parted, knees flexed, big tits jiggling as she fucked his little hand 
with her cunt and quickly brought herself off to a climax. 

"Oh-h-h-h! Oh, honey, that feels so good! Uh! Oh, shit! Christ, I wish you 
were old enough to fuck me. Oh! Feels so good I can't hardly stand it! Angel 
boy!" she exclaimed, and crushed him to her, gave him a kiss that he had to 
feel clear down to his toes. She took his hand from between her legs and 
kissed it, thrilled anew at the hot rank smell of herself in heat. She 
pressed his hand against his face, saw his immediate revulsion, and smiled 
with the knowledge that she'd soon have him trained to go after her cunt 
like a dog goes for lamb chops. "Angel boy," she said. "You made me cum so 
good I can't even stand up. Lemme sit down, and you sit here on the floor in 
front of me, and we'll go to the movies together. Whew!" 

Nurse Frye settled her big warm butt in the soft chair, and she had Timmy 
sit on the carpeted floor in front of her. He was still all wide-eyed with 
excitement and wonder and she knew she looked good to him in the rose light, 
but not as good as the girls on the screen looked. She had him face the 
screen, and she settled down in the chair with her legs apart and drew him 
back toward her till he was seated between her knees, with the back of his 
head resting against her open crotch, right where it belonged. She placed 
her bare feet on his naked thighs and she stroked and caressed his head, 
moving it against her nicely itchy twat, while they both watched the erotic 
color images on the screen. 

"Beautiful girls, and they all just love to do it," she said, pressing the 
nape of his neck against her cunt, sliding her feet all around his loins. 
"Your prick's really big and hard now. It should be with beautiful hot girls 
on all sides of you. You want to play with yourself a little while we watch? 
It's all right. Grab your hot little prick and jerk it off a little, but 
don't you dare cum without my say-so. I'll play with myself too. Christ, how 
can you help it when we're feeling as sexy and good as we are now." 

He started hesitantly at first, but with her encouragement he was soon 
beating his meat with vigor, and getting himself in a fevered state of 
excitement in the process. He was panting and squirming all around between 
her legs, and in the process rubbing his hard head against her soft twat in 
a lovely way. True to her word, Nurse Frye was tiddling herself too, moving 
her fingers between his head and her cunt, helping to produce an 
increasingly sweet string of climaxes that all pointed toward even more fun 
with this delightfully innocent but quickly learning boy. The crotchband of 
her panties was quite wet by then, and so were her fingers. She'd tickle his 
ears and neck with those fingers, and to further help him acquire a taste 
for the finer things of life, she also tickled her cunty fingers over his 
lips and nose. At first he tried to twist away from this, gasping, but soon 
she didn't even have to hold his head steady with her other hand as she 
moved her musky moist fingers over his face. He kept jerking himself off, of 
course, while he panted and looked on at the wonderfully sexy movies, but 
with the help of her softly delivered threats he always stopped short of 
cumming. She could feel the pulsebeat in the back .of his neck, at least 
twice its normal rate, and it made her feel very good that she could still 
get a man so worked up and excited. 

Now she leaned forward, bent over him with her tits nestled at either side 
of his head. "Jerk yourself off, honey. I want to watch you," she said. "But 
don't cum yet." 

"Oh-h-h-h. Ohmigosh, I never felt like this in my life before!" he 
confessed, pounding his pecker like an expert, rolling his head back and 
forth between her embracing tits. 

She slipped her fingers inside her crotch-band, found herself wetter than 
she'd been in a week, and got her fingers good and wet before she moved them 
to his face, murmuring, "Suck 'em and lick 'em, honey, just like they were 
the tits of that beautiful blonde girl in the movies. It's all right, it 
won't hurt you, and you'll come to like the taste of pussy just like all men 
do. Isn't it yummy, isn't it good?" she said, holding him there while he 
licked her fingers clean, moaning and panting and squeezing his prick and 
not missing a single part of the action on the screen. 

"Sweet baby, he likes pussy already," she said, and got more of her musky 
cunt juice on her fingers and fed it to him. "My sexy boy just can't get 
enough. Turn around, honey. Turn around and get up on your knees and give me 
some nice kisses where they'll do the most good. Then I'll make you feel 
really good. Get up, sexy baby. Come on." 

"Nooo-o-o-o," he murmured, but Nurse Frye just laughed, for already he was 
doing her bidding again, turning round and getting up on his hands and 
knees, slack-jawed face poised before her black and white crotch. There was 
practically steam rising from it and the smell of it was acrid and 
penetrating even to her. But she just smiled and leaned back, took his 
cheeks in her hands, and drew him on till he was mouthing clumsily through 
the black satin that covered the throbbing and fully swollen lips of Nurse 
Frye's horny old cunt. 

"Ah-h-h-h," she sighed, settling back for the enjoyment of the benefits of 
the training she'd started him on. She loved it when she had a boy in her 
room like this, gratefully kissing her twat while she lay comfortably back 
enjoying her little climaxes and watching one of her shows. She knew it was 
good for the boy, for it taught him what pleasures there were to be found 
with women. She especially liked it for herself for it was at these times 
that she permitted herself to engage in lesbian fantasies that were helped 
along by the very photogenic girls on the screen. Of course she never fooled 
around with the girls at the Agency; they were all reserved for Mr., 
Scantland. But she did enjoy a lesbian fantasy now and then, and the boys at 
the Agency were quite enough for her when it came to real life sex. She 
clasped her soft thighs against this one's cheeks, enjoyed another sweet 
climax shuddering through her, and said, "Tim. You'd better stop playing 
with yourself now. Put your hands on me, honey, so I'll know where they 
are." 

His hands were shaking when they grasped her knees. She parted her legs and 
his hands quite naturally moved up to her very soft inner thighs, while she 
lay there moaning in ecstasy and shifting her big hips about and saying, 
"Oh, doesn't that feel good and doesn't it smell good and isn't it sexy to 
be down there on your knees, kissing a big, hot cunt that's just dying for 
more. Oh, you're such a good boy. Keep this up and you'll be one of my 
favorites here, to be treated real special. Beautiful baby, I just want to 
feel your sweet kisses all over me. C'mere, honey. Come to mamma." 

She sat up to kiss him hard and deep on the mouth, already tasting all cunty 
hot, but soon to be more so. He didn't know what was happening to him, but 
he was so hot he was nearly beside himself. Deprived of his prick to play 
with, his hands were jerking and pulling at Nurse Frye's nipples as soon as 
she placed them there, and now she reached down and further enflamed him by 
taking his throbbing prick in hand and rubbing its nicely wet knob against 
the even wetter crotchband of her panties. She sighed luxuriously and he 
sucked lasciviously when she pushed his mouth on down to her nipples. 

"Suck 'em and bite 'em, baby. Oh, you're such a sexy man. You're getting me 
so hot I don't know what to do. I might even let you fuck me. I can't even 
think when you love me up like this. Your nice hard prick in my hot old 
fuck-hole, mm-m-m, that'd be so good for both of us and you've almost got me 
hot enough to just go ahead and do it. Kiss my tummy, honey. A woman loves 
that. Just go ahead on and stick your tongue right up my belly-button. Ooo! 
That tickles so good! But I know what you want to kiss and you just go ahead 
on and do it," she said, and pushed his head down between her legs again. 

"Beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Don't stop!" she said, and curled her left hand 
firmly behind his head, and hooked the fingers of her right hand within the 
sodden crotchband of her panties and pulled it aside. 

"Mmf! No! Mmf!" He tried to draw back from the act of kissing her bare cunt 
but she just laughed and held him to his work. Even his struggles were 
enjoyable as he tried to retreat from the richly wet womanflesh she'd given 
him while Nurse Frye persevered and wrapped her legs around his back, took a 
handful of his hair, and squirmed her cunt against his mouth. 

"Oh, isn't that good!" she moaned, really starting to cum now. "Just a 
little more and you can fuck me, all you want to. Use your tongue, baby. 
Lick it and suck it, love up that nice hot cunt with your pretty mouth so 
I'll feel as good as you do. Oh, yes! I love it!" she cried, humping her big 
hips in the chair, holding him firm, screwing his mouth as ecstasies mounted 
upon ecstasies in dizzy delirium. She held him hard and she held him there, 
eking one more big bang of a climax from his inept but endearing 
cunnilingus, and then she pulled him up on his knees and kissed him while 
she was still cumming. 

He was choking and panting as they kissed, and it wasn't until Nurse Frye's 
climax had passed that she realized he was crying. She'd seen a few boys 
react to their first taste of real sex this way before, and so now she just 
smiled and hugged him to her, fitted his dick against her pushing vagina and 
spurred him inside her with her heels. 

Her smile turned into a chuckle when he began fucking her-like a madman. And 
the chuckle quickly turned into a cry of delight from the pounding he was 
giving her grateful twat as she sat there throwing it back to him, holding 
her crotchband aside for his convenience and digging her heels into his 
buttocks. He was embracing her big body feverishly and fucking away for all 
he was worth, moaning and panting in his mounting ecstasy, while Nurse Fry 
just let herself cum and cum, and kissed him and said to him, "Yes, you're a 
wonderful little fucker. Fucking and sucking and tits and cunt, you love 'em 
all. Don't you? Just go ahead and cum all you want to now. Does it feel 
good? Does it?" 

"Yes, yes, YES!" he cried, frantically shoving his prick anyplace it would 
go in her crotch. 

"An you're going to suck me and fuck me all the time and be my own special 
lover. Aren't you? You love to lick my cunt and fuck it cum. Don't you? 
Don't you?" 

"YES!" he declared, and then his words became all garbled with groans as he 
began to squirt out his young cum in her old cunt, and as she hugged him 
very hard and let her heavily orgasming cunt suck it all up. "UH! UH! UH!" 
She jammed him into her and jammed him into her, then caught him in a bear 
hug and squeezed their loins together tightly as they could ever go. He was 
on the edge of collapse when she let him go, but he was young, he'd quickly 
recover. 

She helped him wash in her bathroom, where he was just about out on his 
feet. She put more Vaseline on his prick, telling him that it would prevent 
it from getting sore, and she kept working the foreskin back and forth over 
the glans until she'd succeeded in giving him another hard-on. 

He looked at her with wary respect when they were both dressed. She felt 
this one was a very special boy, and she told him, "Behave yourself while 
you're here and I'll see to it that you're my assistant here in the office. 
But if you're a bad boy, it won't be so easy for you here at the Agency." 

She kissed him, though he tried to turn away from her, and she took him to 
the boy's dormitory. There she had a few private words with the boy in 
charge before she left Tim with him and returned to her office to dream 
about how nice things would be for her if Tim proved to be the special boy 
she'd been seeking. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Nurse Frye was more than ready for young Tim when he was brought to her 
examining room at two o'clock the next afternoon. Several times she'd been 
ready to go seek him out earlier, but when he arrived she was glad she'd 
waited, for now he looked well prepared to start in his role as her special 
assistant. His hair was bedraggled, he was still perspiring, his clothes 
were torn, he had a black eye and he was filthy, and all in all he was ripe 
to be placed in the favored position she had in mind for him. 

"Good afternoon, Tim," she sweetly said. "It looks as if you've had a busy 
time since last night. You may go now, Lester," she said to the big leering 
boy whom brought Tim to her. "Save Tim's bunk for him, though I'm not sure 
if he'll be returning to the dorm tonight." 

As soon as the older boy was gone Nurse Frye went to Tim, slipped an arm 
about his shoulder, and said, "How did your first day at the Agency go? Tell 
me about it." 

He glared at her and said, "I got in a fight as soon as I got there. They 
called me names and then they all ganged up on me. And then they pantsed me 
and said they were gonna ... do things to me, but Lester finally stopped 
'em. And then I had to peel potatoes and weed the grounds and wash pots and 
pans and do just about everything. And they kept calling me names and I got 
in another fight this morning over it." 

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. And what names were they calling you, Timmy?" 

He sulked and said, "I'm not gonna say it. When can I get out of this 
place?" 

She laughed and said, "You just got here. You'll leave when you're ready to. 
But come now, have a nice hot shower." 

She led him balking through her rose-lighted room to her bathroom, and there 
she watched him, smiling, while he quickly shed his torn and dirty Agency 
uniform and darted into the shower. She hummed while she gathered up his 
clothing and stuffed it in the waste basket, and she thoroughly enjoyed her 
anticipation while she sat on the toilet seat waiting for him. 

She beamed a smile at him when he emerged, and he averted his gaze and did 
his best to hide his private parts while he dried himself. With the towel 
wrapped around his waist he looked for his clothes, and Nurse Frye said, 
"You can't wear those any more. Put these on," she said, and handed him a 
pair of white boxer shorts from where she'd placed them on the sink. 

He quickly put them on and tried to cover himself again, for they were made 
of silk that was so sheer that it was quite transparent, and there were no 
buttons on the overly long fly. Even a moderate erection would poke its rosy 
head out of that fly, but the transparency of the flimsy shorts would keep 
him exposed before that happened. "I can't wear these!" he said. 

"It's all you will wear until you go back to the dorm-if you do. Come sit on 
my lap and let's have a look at that eye." 

"I don't wanna sit on your lap and my eye is okay," he said. "And I sure 
don't wanna go in that other room again and look at those weird pictures and 
do those weird things!" 

"Here at the Agency you don't always get what you want," she sweetly said, 
and reached out and grabbed him by the ear, plunked him down on her 
commodious lap. He was close to tears again but she just smiled and hugged 
him to her bosom and said, "You'll be happier here than you'd be out there 
with those awful boys. You know if they take off your pants again they might 
really do it to you next time. I hope they didn't hurt your precious prick," 
she said, and her hand slid down his hairless chest and inside the long fly, 
and though he squirmed and moaned on her lap, she had hold of his prick 
again. 

"Oh, it looks just fine," she said, taking it out, working the foreskin up 
and down. "Does it want some Vaseline? Such a pretty thing, and starting to 
get stiff, just like my nipples are. You see? You see how my nipples are 
getting bigger and showing through my nurse's uniform? That's because I 
didn't wear a brassiere today, and because I'm so happy to see you. Put your 
hand inside my uniform and feel how stiff they're getting. Go on, honey. 
It's all right. You know very well how much you like to play with my big 
soft titties." 

"I don't want to," he said, but he was looking longingly at them, and his 
prick was getting harder still in her moving hand. 

"But of course you do," she said, loosening two buttons of her white nylon 
dress, and letting him have a good look at her mountainous cleavage before 
she took his little hand in hers and let it inside. 

Soon it was moving there of its own accord, and soon Nurse Frye was sighing 
happily and this Special boy was breathing a little hard from the exertions 
of having his prick so nicely played with. It was completely stiff and hard 
and the end was just a little wet before she said, "Did you play with this 
last night? Did you jerk yourself off?" 

"Heck, no n told you I wouldn't. But all the other guys in the dorm sure did 
play with themselves all night. Gosh!" 

"Show me how they did it, Tim." 

"I didn't see. It was after dark." 

"You did see. Show me how they did it. Show me how I taught you to do it," 
she said, and she opened another button of her dress and hefted one big tit 
out right before his goggling eyes. "You can play with that big old thing 
all you want to, even kiss it once you've shown me what you learned about 
jacking off." 

She clasped his hand around his dick and he quickly beat his meat, and she 
let him get to the point where he was panting with hot young excitement 
before she took his hand away and lifted a big tit, which he was quick to go 
for. Now it was she who played with his prick, slow and easy, while her 
darling black-eyed boy further excited them both by sucking on her nipple. 
He obviously hadn't had near enough of it when she lifted his face and 
kissed him on the mouth, hot and deep. 

"What were the names they called you? What was it they said that made you 
fight them?" she said, nuzzling all around his hot little mouth, working his 
foreskin over his swollen glans, pushing her tit into his hand. 

"I can't tell you. I don't wanna say it," said he, panting against her 
mouth, squirming all over her lap. 

But she kept on and on, with words and actions, until at last he drew back 
from her, angry again, and blurted, "Cuntlapper! They called me a 
cuntlapper!" 

She raised an eloquent eyebrow. "And what's so wrong with that?" 

"It was the way they said it! I don't know...." 

"Oh? So it wasn't that you didn't like lapping my cunt, it was just the way 
the other boys said it to you?" 

"Well ... ," he said, fidgetting nervously. 

"Don't tell me you don't like it already, that you've grown tired of lapping 
cunt. You just loved it last night. Well? Didn't you, Tim?" 

His nervousness increased, and he said, "I don't know. It was all so weird." 

"Is everything weird to you? We'll see," she said, and eased him off her 
lap, and got to her feet and began to work her skirt up as he crouched 
before her. 

Nurse Frye's buttocks and hips were overly large for the uniform, but she 
exaggerated the effort it took her to work her skirt up, inch by inch, until 
her big red-thatched pussy was bared before his eyes. In honor of his coming 
she'd worn neither bra nor panties, and having kicked off her shoes, now all 
she had on was her white nylon uniform, and this was largely bunched about 
her waist. "Are you a cuntlapper?" she asked the crouching boy. 

"Well, I did it, but...." 

"Would you rather do it or just have the boys call you that name?" she said, 
swaying closer, tickling a finger through his hair. 

"It ... doesn't smell good." 

"I think it does. And it tastes divine. Try it again; you'll see," she said, 
and fingered her fat wet cuntlips apart, and thrust her box still closer to 
him. 

He whimpered once, but he began to lick her. She crooned in contentment but 
she didn't let it get out of hand. She just stood there tingling nicely and 
saying encouraging things to him until his cuntlapping showed signs of ardor 
and his hands were on her loins, and then she backed off, bent down, and 
said, "Are you a cuntlapper, Tim? Are you my cuntlapper?" 

"Yes!" he croaked, and she kissed him on the lips, and she told him to 
follow her to her chair. 

She had him stand before the movie screen while she got completely out of 
her uniform and settled comfortably in the big soft chair, knowing that even 
she looked good to a boy his age in that light. She pressed the button that 
started another movie loop, and she let it play upon his panting chest while 
she got comfortable, with each knee hooked over an arm of the chair and with 
her big old pussy all open and wet and red. All it took was a crook of her 
finger now and he was on all fours between her legs, licking and lapping her 
cunt while his stiff prick hung down waiting for its turn at heaven. Yes, 
he'd be a good boy, she thought, while she enjoyed the movies and the 
tonguing, and looked forward to the frantic prick-pounding she'd soon be 
getting. 

Young Tim worked out well as Nurse Frye's assistant. Of course he couldn't 
carry out any of the routine medical chores that were her responsibility but 
he was there to keep things tidy and to help with the little things and to 
keep her in a good mood. He liked his job. All he ever wore were those 
ridiculously flimsy silk boxer shorts there in her little two and a half 
room empire, and that garment revealed the fact that he was generally a 
happy boy. His prick seemed to grow in just a week or two. Its foreskin 
certainly stretched, because he had hard-on after harden, all day long. 
Sometimes Nurse Frye used them, other times she let them die, but she always 
did what she could to encourage him to get a new one. He was given free 
access to her dirty pictures, for instance, since she made it a point to 
leave at least a few lying about on her desk. They had a showing of dirty 
movies at least once a day, and these of course never failed to bring his 
thinly concealed prick peeping out of his silk shorts. She touched him and 
teased him too, but most of all she simply showed herself off to him, posing 
and posturing artfully about the examining room, letting her darling boy see 
all he wanted of her, then lifting her dress and smiling as he went 
obediently to his knees and happily carried out his role as her own private 
cuntlapper. Of course he fucked her too, and this was every bit as good as 
when he licked her cunt, but she held their fucking to only three or four 
times a day, not wanting to diminish his ardor for her. 

He was a happy boy. He had all the sex life any boy could ever dream of, and 
he was generally a happy boy. But there were times of course, because he was 
also a young and growing boy, that he'd become a little obstinate or hard to 
handle. In a way Nurse Frye rather welcomed these times because she was 
first and foremost a juvenile expert and it gave her a professional pleasure 
to put him in his place and get him back on the straight and narrow. In 
fact, this challenge was so important to her that on occasion she was 
responsible for his acts of obstinacy that she would then have to correct. 

For instance Other boys--girls too-would have to come in to see Nurse Frye, 
either to be admitted to the Agency or more commonly in answer to some 
complaint over illness or minor injury. At these times. Nurse Frye would be 
forewarned, and would send young Tim to her mini-apartment while she 
examined or treated them in private. But there were times when she wouldn't 
send him away. He'd be working about the room, doing his keep-busy tasks and 
most frequently accompanied with a harden that poked out through his little 
uniform, when there'd come a knock at the door. He would freeze for a moment 
and then start for the sanctity of the apartment, but Nurse Frye would at 
times say, "No. You stay here. I might need your help." 

He would moan and plead arid almost cry, but she would usually remain 
adamant, and then admit the caller, the patient. 

It might be a boy with a cut finger, smirking and sniggering at the briefly 
clad Tim while Nurse Frye bandaged him up and said things to him that 
clearly indicated she'd had him in there in the past for more than a cut 
finger. 

It might be a girl with a wrenched back whose pain was largely forgotten 
while she got her treatment and made snide little remarks about the boy in 
the thin boxer trunks who was blushing scarlet while he swept the floor 
around the examining table. 

It might be Mr. Scantland himself, come in to talk about the management of 
the Agency and casting stern looks in Tim's direction while the boy cringed 
about the room, doing his little tasks. 

Whoever it was, Tim was in constant fear of getting a hard-on in their 
presence, for the thin shorts offered no protection at all against 
embarrassments such as this. But whoever it was, he knew very well when they 
were gone that he was in for another wild time with Nurse Frye, his 
protector and his lover, for each of these little episodes seemed to bring 
out the fiery woman in her. There were times when Tim even looked forward to 
being a part of this type of humiliation, but young as he was, he didn't 
realize he was looking forward to it. 

Nurse Fyre knew it, though. If she knew anything, she knew young boys. She 
knew Tim very well because he'd been a special one in her hopes, but as 
usual, her hopes did not exceed reality. He was a good, dear boy, but he 
wasn't perfect. He worked hard and he sexed hard but he wasn't perfect, 
because there were so many other boys in the world that no one boy could be 
altogether perfect. Still she worked with him, enjoying him, finding new 
ways for enjoying him and training him. 

For instance Tim slept in the little apartment while Nurse Frye usually went 
home to her comfortable house every night. One particular morning she came 
in and found nothing but fault with him. His hair wasn't properly combed, 
his shorts weren't properly ironed, he'd overslept and hadn't made his bed, 
and all the chores he'd done the day before simply weren't right. "I thought 
you were a man, at least a boy," she said. "But you're acting more like a 
silly girl. Lord knows I've tried to guide you rightly but it just hasn't 
worked out. I'm going to have to take you to Mr. Scantland's office and make 
an example out of you." 

"But what'd I do?" he pleaded. "I live right here and do everything you 
say." 

"You argue, that's what you do. And it's time you got a good spanking for 
it. You've seen the girls that have come in here for salve for their 
blistered bottoms? You're going to need a whole jarful of salve for yours 
when Mr. Scantland is done with you." 

"No, please!" 

"Oh, yes. Matter of fact, he'll do a better job on you if you're dressed up 
like a girl. See? I've got a uniform for you right here." 

She produced that awful uniform, the white blouse and the brown skirt, the 
one he knew the girls wore when they were summoned to Mr. Scantland's office 
for a whipping. And he broke down and simply begged that he shouldn't have 
to wear it. She hemmed and hawed, as only she could do, and at the last 
possible moment she relented and allowed as if he could go as he was, with 
some minor alterations. 

She put her hand up the leghole of his shorts and inserted the pigeon's egg 
in his asshole. This was a plastic ovoid that contained a very active 
vibrator, operated by the batteries which were connected to it by the wire 
that came out of his anus. Nurse Frye had used it many times to bring out 
the best in him when he was fucking her, and both of them knew what it did 
to his prick when she used it. Next she put a blindfold around his eyes and 
a gag over his mouth and tied his hands behind his back and led him out of 
the examining room. 

He hadn't been out of the rooms for several weeks and he'd had fantasies 
about how nice it would be to be free, but the fantasies hadn't included 
this. Though he couldn't see, he could hear, and he heard all manner of 
snickerings, both real and imagined, as he was led along on the front of the 
electrical wire leash, prick uncontrollably jutting out of his flimsy little 
silk shorts as Nurse Frye followed behind, pressing the button that worked 
the vibrator, deep in his asshole. 

At last, after an interminable bare-footed trip through cold hallways, Tim 
was led through a door to be greeted by Mr. Scant-land's stern voice. 
"What's this???" 

"He needs some discipline, I'm afraid." 

"I have no time for him today. Two very bad girls are due right now for some 
discipline, Nurse Frye. He certainly does need it, though. The very idea, 
coming into the Office of the Director of the Agency in a condition like 
that!" 

A chair squeaked backwards and in a moment Tim could feel the presence of 
the Director at his side. To his abject horror a hand grasped his stiffly 
jutting prick and milked back the foreskin, and for the life of him he 
didn't know if the hand belonged to Mr. Scant-land or to Nurse Frye, and for 
the life of him he couldn't help but go on responding to the buzzing 
pigeon's egg lodged deep up his ass. 

They discussed him, discussed the girls who were to be disciplined, 
discussed the workings of the Agency while he gritted his teeth behind the 
gag and squinted his eyes behind the blindfold and tried not to squirt in 
the hand that was milking his prick and thus make an utter fool of himself. 
He almost had a heart attack when the timid knock at the door came, and then 
he sagged with relief when he was bustled along and hidden behind something 
long and soft, red draperies, he saw, when the blindfold was whipped off. 

He could see through the drapes, dimly but clearly. He could watch 
everything going on, hear all of it, as Mr. Scantland administered stern 
discipline to two of the most gorgeous girls Tim had ever seen in his life. 
One was black and one was white, and each was superbly dressed in the brown 
and white uniform he'd been threatened with, and they were gorgeous. Even 
without the impetus of the thrilling pigeon's egg he might have cum, might 
have helplessly squirted his jizm against the drapes as he watched in real 
life, not just on a screen, while the girls took their punishment and gave 
much more. 

He saw the whippings and the scoldings, the kisses and the tears, the 
finger-fuckings and the cuntlapping, and the fucking. He saw it all, even 
saw when each of the girls knelt and begged for and then sucked upon Mr. 
Scantland's long prick, and this too made Tim cum as he stood behind the 
drapes, watching, hearing, longing. 

He was exhausted when he was let out, back down the hallways, blindfolded 
again. But he was able to show all his youthful vigor when he was back in 
the cozy apartment, with Nurse Frye comfortably ensconced in her chair, and 
with him given the opportunity to do as he would with her. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

One day Tim was working in Nurse Frye's examining room when there sounded 
that knock on the door. He stood there motionless-except for the crawly 
feeling of his prick growing hard-while Nurse Frye looked at her appointment 
book. He felt almost disappointed when at last she jerked her thumb in the 
direction of her apartment and said, "Get out." 

The waiting was difficult in there that day for Tim was plagued by his vivid 
imagination. He knew it was probably just another newcomer to the Agency or 
perhaps Mr. Scantland with Nurse Frye, but his active little brain was 
picturing a gorgeous girl in there, fresh from a beating, raising her skirts 
for the application of soothing salve on a reddened bottom. The more he 
thought about it the more certain he became that there was a lovely young 
girl in there with Nurse Frye, perhaps two of them, and the thought of it 
had him pacing the apartment behind a bobbing stiff dick. At last he 
couldn't stand it any more. He threw himself down in the big chair, pressed 
the button that activated the movie projector, and began to jerk off. 

His prick ached so badly that he couldn't help it. It was strictly forbidden 
that he play with his prick without Nurse Frye's supervision, but this time 
he just couldn't help it. The movies seemed particularly erotic that day, 
but what really had his prick so stiff and needful was the increasingly sure 
knowledge that Nurse Frye had her fat hands on a tender young bottom and was 
perhaps even spreading soothing balm on a pair of apple-perfect young 
titties, cruelly striped with Mr. Scant-land's riding crop. Of course he had 
no intention at all of beating off to an ejaculation. He was quite sexually 
mature for his age and was confident he had the self-control to stop at the 
right point. But he knew too that his recuperative powers were good, and 
that if he did go beating on to a rousing good climax that he'd recover 
quickly enough to screw Nurse Frye if her visitor had left her in the mood 
for that kind of attention. So he held back, squirming happily in the big 
chair, watching the movies and trying not to think about what was happening 
in the adjoining room. 

Accidents, however, do happen. Young Tim gave that one extra stroke to his 
terrifically swollen prick and-BANG!-he started to cum in a big way. 

He did his best to hold it back, groaning and tensing, clamping his fist 
about the erupting end of it, but it was simply too late. Despite his best 
intentions he'd gone overboard, and now to make the best of things he 
flogged his meat to a fare thee well, letting the hot cream fly, just as his 
imagination was flying over the bodies of every girl he'd ever seen in his 
life. 

It left him pleasantly tired. He'd never really had the chance to enjoy such 
self-indulgence before and now he found that he liked it. After his 
ejaculation he could just sit there sighing, relaxed, with no need to 
deliver kisses and embraces and endearments to Nurse Frye, with no need to 
get up and fetch her a cool drink, not even the need to rise up and clean up 
after them. Clean up! 

His jizm had squirted all over the floor. It lay in ropy strings of pearls 
on the carpet, making him leap to his feet and rush to the bathroom, grab a 
long ribbon of toilet tissue and destroy the evidence of his forbidden act 
of self-abuse. He Cleaned it up in seconds, barely in time, really, for he'd 
no sooner flushed v the evidence down the toilet when Nurse Frye entered the 
apartment, beaming, looking radiant, looking sexy. 

"You'll be pleased to hear we have a newcomer at the Agency," she said. "A 
perfectly beautiful blue-eyed blonde, whom I've invited to spend the night 
here. Do you mind, Tim-my?" 

"Mind?" said he, beaming back at her now. "Heck, no! It'd be great! What's 
her name?" 

Nurse Frye smiled and said, "Her name is, uh...." She came to the eagerly 
waiting boy in her apartment, ran a hand over his silk-covered loins, raised 
an eyebrow, and said, "His name is Freddie, and he's got something a good 
deal more interesting than you do right now. Freddie, come in here, please, 
and meet my assistant." 

The kid really was beautiful. His face almost looked like that of a girl, 
with long pale eyelashes, an uptilted nose, and cupid's bow lips, all framed 
in long wavy blond hair. But his chest, covered with a coarse cotton smock, 
didn't have the requisite bumps on it to qualify him as a girl, and the 
stiff prick protruding redly from under the hem of the gown eliminated any 
possibility at all that he was of the female gender. 

He shook hands with Tim, just like a little gentleman, and Tim wanted to 
kill him. He spoke a hello to Tim, but all the while his eyes were on Nurse 
Frye, standing close at his side, big bosom proudly out-thrusting, hands 
moving nervously over her hips and belly. 

"It's rare when I've had two boys in here at the same time," she said. "I do 
hope we all get along well together. Do you enjoy home movies, Freddie?" 

"Yes, ma'am. If you do." 

"These are special," she said, swaying closer against his side, making him 
shiver and squirm and smile as she ran her hand up and down his back. "They 
might ... shock you a bit." 

"If you and your friend Jim like them, I'm sure I will," he said, almost 
making Tim sick with the simpering smile he directed at her. 

"If they shock you at all, we'll just turn them right off. Watching them 
makes me feel good," she said, hand working up under the front of his smock 
now. "They're dirty movies, Freddy. Nasty old things. They make me feel so 
warm I just want to take my clothes off every time I see them." 

He looked her up and down, grinned, licked his lips, and said, "I hope I 
like them too. I have the feeling I will. To be perfectly honest with you, I 
feel like getting all the way undressed already. This gown is so scratchy 
against my skin." 

"Then take it off by all means," she said. "We're all friends here. 
Gracious, we wouldn't want our guest to be uncomfortable, now would we, 
Tim?" 

"Huh-uh," said Tim, scowling fiercely at the baby-faced kid whose dick, it 
seemed, was at least an inch longer than Tim's would have been if Tim could 
have gotten his up just then. 

"Such smooth skin. I can see where that nasty gown would be scratchy on it," 
said Nurse Frye, and having untied the smock's ties, she ran her hands all 
over his back, around his waist, and on down to his stiff-standing prick. 

"Oh, my goodness," he said, and reached back and smoothed his hands over her 
hips. "You have such good hands. It's plain to see why you're a nurse. 
Ooooo." 

"Hurt you?" 

"Not at all. Feels nice," he said, simultaneously rubbing his bare butt 
against her loins, squirming his shoulders against her tits, and pushing his 
prick through her hands. 

"Let's look at the movies," said Tim, for he had hopes these would aid in 
getting his prick out of its shamefully soft condition. 

"Love to," said Freddie. "But first Miss Frye would like to take her dress 
off. May I held you?" 

"Be my guest," she said, and held out her arms like a fat scarecrow while he 
unbuttoned her dress and helped her off with it, undid her bra and exclaimed 
over the beauty of her big jugs, reverently took down her huge panties and 
sat back on his heels to gaze at her naked bulk with obviously phony worship 
in his eyes. 

Tim plunked himself down on the arm of the chair and angrily punched the 
button that started the film. He didn't care if he saw the damned films 
again or not, but they might help in getting his dick up. 

Nurse Frye settled herself down in her big red chair and patted the empty 
chair arm. Freddie made a little bow and sat down on it, his dick sticking 
up like some sort of stupid flagpole. His eyes opened wide and he grinned 
like a fool and said, "Gee, those are really something! Those girls are 
beautiful. Even though they are sort of skinny," he said, and he slipped his 
arm around Nurse Frye's shoulders as she cooed up at him. 

His other hand started toward his prick, but Nurse Frye's hand beat him to 
it. "I'll take care of that," she said, and she began to stroke it very 
softly. Her other hand moved up and down Tim's leg, and though he knew he 
should be responding and he really felt like it, when her hand reached his 
prick it was still as soft as could be. But how could a normal guy be 
expected to get a stiffie when there was a longhaired blonde fairy in the 
same room with him? He'd get it up as soon as faggy Freddie was gone. Of 
this Tim was sure. 

It was a pretty good film loop that was on. Nurse Frye and Freddie were 
giggling and exchanging comments on it as it rolled, and she was leaning 
ever closer to him, elbow across his lap, hand curled around his dick. He 
kept playing around with her floppy old tits, and that was okay with Tim. He 
didn't even mind it when they kissed each other, but when it lasted on for 
about fifteen minutes, or so it seemed, Tim reached down and punched the off 
button for the show. 

Nurse Frye glared up at him. "Why did you do that?" 

He shrugged. "You guys weren't watching it and I already seen it." 

"Start it up again," she said. "Since you've already seen it you won't have 
to watch it again. Get down on the floor, facing me, and you can hide your 
face between my legs." 

Tim started to argue but then thought better of it. To begin with it would 
do no good to argue, and secondly he'd be able to get back in Nurse Frye's 
good graces in a hurry by giving her a good cuntlapping. Down he went, 
parted her hairy lips with the heels of his hands, and started in to give 
her a really special time of it. 

She was already nice and wet and funky down there. When he looked up for her 
expression of approval, she was squirming around very hotly, but once again 
she was kissing that damned Freddie. This so angered Tim that he bit her, 
right on the clit, whereupon Nurse Frye gasped loudly through the kiss, 
grabbed him by the hair, and went right on kissing the other guy! 

At last she fell back from the kiss, obviously in the state of constant 
orgasm she liked better than anything else in the world, and still with her 
hand round Freddie's upright dick. He seemed inordinately calm about the 
whole thing as he kissed her and petted her and said, "My, your little 
friend Tim certainly seems to know what it's all about when it comes to 
kissing your pussy." 

"I taught him all he knows," she gasped. "I'll teach you too. Oh-h-h, my God 
I love to have my snatch sucked!" 

"I'm learning by just watching Jim," said Freddie, and Tim was helpless to 
stop it as Freddie's fingers slid down over Nurse Frye's heaving belly, 
through her pubic hair, and into the upper-most reaches of her spasming 
cunt. 

Her fevered meanings and groanings reached a hew crescendo as Freddie's 
fingers joined Tim's tongue in rolling her most sensitive flesh. Freddie was 
diddling her clit and at the same time spreading out her cuntlips as far as 
they would go, while Tim was doing his best to avoid touching those fingers 
with his nose, and especially with his mouth. This was impossible to 
achieve, for Nurse Frye still had firm hold of his hair and was pulling him 
ever harder against her twat. He was starting to suffocate, starting to 
drown in her cunt juices when suddenly her hand left his hair and he was 
free to eat her as he chose to. Even Freddie's hand left her twat, and when 
Tim looked up he saw both of them moving about Freddie's loins. 

"You like to get sucked off, eh?" said Freddie, as he slowly stroked his 
prick there before Nurse Frye's glazed eyes. "I think I'd like it too, but 
nobody's ever done it to me. Nice warm mouth on my cock, that'd feel 
so-o-o-o good. What do they call it? Blue job?" 

"Blow job," Nurse Frye panted. "It's not something I ... Oh, God. God, 
you're a beautiful boy," she moaned. 

"That girl on the screen now, she looks like she loves sucking cock. It must 
taste good. No? At least some cocks must," he said, winking at Tim, but 
bending to kiss Nurse Frye's fevered brow. "Want to taste?" he said. 

Nurse Frye uttered a dismal moan and grabbed Freddie's cock out of his hand, 
leaned closer and sucked it into her mouth. "Mm-m-m! Mmm-m-m-m-m! 
Mm-m-m-m!!!" she moaned, sucking and slurping noisily on it, milking its 
shaft with her hand and all in all treating it with a great deal more lusty 
passion than Tim had ever seen displayed on the screen under similar 
circumstances. Watching a guy get sucked off on the screen never failed to 
give Tim a hard-on and seeing it happen in real life had exactly the same 
effect on him. 

His tongue was getting tired but his dick certainly wasn't. It was poking 
right out of his shorts, reaching up toward the cunt Tim was licking, mutely 
begging for its turn. Nurse Frye had never even kissed his prick, but she 
was doing such a fantastic job on Freddie's that Tim even had hopes he'd get 
a blow job himself. To this end, he redoubled his efforts at cunnilingus, 
fastening his lips around Nurse Frye's clit in the most loving fashion and 
whipping it every which way with his tongue. He succeeded in bringing her 
off to a truly gigantic series of orgasms, which in turn inspired her to the 
point of sucking a whole mouthful of jizm out of Freddie's thrusting cock. 
Caught between the two climaxes, hers and his, Nurse Frye fell back, cum 
dripping from her mouth as she uttered a joyful wail, and swooned into 
unconsciousness. 

"Wow!" said Freddie, as he milked the last few drops from his turgid prick. 
"Old puss-gut sucks a mean cock. I really got my nuts off in a big way." 

"Bully for you," said Tim, and he got up from his knees, stood between Nurse 
Frye's spraddled legs, with his stiff cock waiting to stab its way into her 
the moment she awoke and gave him the nod. 

Freddies looked down at him and said, "That's not a bad looking peter you've 
got there, Jim." 

"The name's Tim," he snarled. "It sure is nice and stiff," Freddie went on, 
still stroking his prick. "Do you like getting sucked off?" 

Tim thought he detected a flicker of Nurse Frye's eyelids. "Dunno. Never 
tried it," he said. 

"No? What a shame." Freddie licked his cupid's bow lips, still looking down 
at Tim's prick and still stroking his own. "It's really a delightful 
experience, when it's done by an expert." 

"Hmf," said Tim, and his prick gave a throb when Nurse Frye's bosom heaved 
in a mighty sigh. 

"Of course that's not the only way to go," said Freddie, slipping off the 
chair arm now and gracefully turning till he was looking at Tim from over 
his shoulder. Tim was staring fixedly at Nurse Frye's big cunt, but in his 
peripheral vision he saw Freddie's buttocks switch as provocatively as some 
of the girls on the screen. Freddie's words were equally hazy to Tim as he 
said, "I don't see how you can get excited about that old slut. I mean, she 
gives a decent blow job, for a woman, but who wants to settle for second 
best? Hm-m-m? And as for that dreadful old twat of hers-my goodness-it 
positively reeks and I'm sure it's just as loose and sloppy as can be. Why 
don't we just run along now while she's still asleep? You and I could stop 
in the men's room and have a little fun along the way, and then you could 
introduce me to all the boys in the barracks and we could all make a lovely 
night of it. Interested, dearie?" he said, and moved his bare ass in a way 
that made Tim focus on it, both with his vision and his comprehension. 

"You...! You're a goddamned queer!" Tim exclaimed, and drew back his foot 
and booted that white ass halfway across the room. 

Freddie howled, then seemed to shriek with glee, but whatever the source of 
the sounds they brought Nurse Frye out of her stupor. Tim barely had time to 
get in half a dozen good punches to the squealing faggot before Nurse Frye 
had hold of him, slinging him across the room, shouting at him. 

"How dare you, you jealous little pipsqueak! This is the thanks I get for 
treating you so fucking good! Out of here, out of here, out of here!" she 
shouted, punctuating her commands with kicks and punches, driving Tim 
through the doorway to her examining room. "Report to Lester at the dorm! 
I'll deal with you tomorrow!" 

She turned back before Tim was out of the room, and she caught Freddie in 
her arms as he tried to leave the little apartment. "Poor baby!" she said. 
"Did him get a bloody nose? Mamma will fix. Oh sweet Jesus, what a beautiful 
child you are." 

"I'm not a child and I can't stay here!" Freddie cried, helplessly 
struggling in her behemoth embrace. "I lied! I'm twenty-two years old and I 
don't belong here!" 

"You don't belong anyplace else in the world!" she said. "Sit down. Better 
yet, lie down. Oh, my angel Freddie, I've finally found the boy of my 
dreams, and I'm not going to let him go till he's had his fill of nice hot 
pussy!" 

"Help! Tim! Take me with you! Call the police!" Freddie cried, but by then 
Tim was out the door, with Freddie's clothes in his hands. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

It took Tim a full thirty seconds to dress in Freddie's clothing out in the 
empty hallway. They were too stylish for him but they fit, and that was all 
that mattered. It felt strange to have clothes on again, but dressed or not, 
he wasn't about to go to Lester and the dormitory full of masturbating boys. 
He thought of breaking out, but he had no place to run to. And then a stroke 
of sheer brilliancy came upon him and he hitched up his borrowed pants and 
headed for the door of the Agency through which he'd entered several very 
educational weeks before. 

A gray old man served as receptionist and kept the records there, probably a 
graduate of the Agency dormitory, since he was nearly blind. Tim walked 
boldly into his office and said, "Nurse Frye sent me to get the oldest 
applications for foster kids you have in the file. I'd sure appreciate your 
help." 

It took the old man some time to get what Tim asked for, because of his 
weakened eyes. Tim could see himself there in fifty years, completely shot 
from having had to service Nurse Frye, and hopelessly habituated to 
masturbation. It made the waiting no easier, and it made the papers handed 
to him seem like gold in his hand as he hurried out the door of the Agency 
without a backward glance at it. 

It was getting dark out, and after running for two blocks Tim had to stop 
under a street lamp to read the addresses on the applications he'd taken 
with him. He knew the city fairly well, and he saw that two of the 
applications were quite close. Too close to the Agency, he decided, and set 
out at a steady pace for the most distant address of all, a place owned by a 
couple named Barnett who had had an application for a foster child in for so 
long that they might welcome him under any circumstances. It was just past 
dawn when Tim reached the address on the application. He'd had so many 
adventures and narrow escapes during the long night of walking that he 
wasn't even hungry, until the smell of ham and eggs frying stabbed into his 
stomach and set his parched mouth to watering. He suddenly feared that they 
wouldn't take him in, or worse, that they'd take him back to the Agency. He 
thought of-going on, for the weather was splendid and he wasn't at all 
tired. But he was hungry, oh so very hungry, and there was no denying the 
attraction in the smell of ham and eggs. He could even smell the bread 
toasting as he headed up past the barn to the neat little farmhouse. But 
hunger or no, he stopped dead in his tracks at the vision he saw there in 
the. barn. 

She was seated on a three-legged stool, black-haired head nestled against 
the side of a red and white cow, humming a little song as she pulled the 
teats that squirted rhythmically into a bucket of foaming milk. She was as 
tan as a walnut and he could see quite a bit of that tan for all she had on 
was a pair of very brief and ragged cut-off jeans and very form-fitting 
white tank top. A broad shaft of early morning sunlight illuminated her 
every contour, her every feature. She had the sweetest, prettiest face 
imaginable, and though it somehow looked familiar to Tim, he knew he had 
never seen her before because it was a face he could never forget. She was 
so very pretty, so young and sweet and innocent-looking that he was almost 
ashamed to look at her figure, but that part of her was so very well 
constructed that there was no way he could help himself. Nice little 
titties, high and firm, well rounded but with absolutely intriguing points 
poking at the thin fabric of her top. A delicately tiny waist when seen in 
profile, and a superbly rounded fanny that fit just perfectly on her 
milkmaid's stool. Her complexion was the finest. It shone like burnished 
gold in the sunlight. This innocent maiden, this lovely young farmer's 
daughter was obviously so good and pure that a man like Tim shouldn't be 
within ten miles of her. And he was just about to turn and trudge on down 
the road again when for the second time she stopped him in his tracks, this 
time by standing up, stretching, turning toward him, smiling out rays of her 
own kind of sunshine. 

"Hi. Good morning. My name's Jane. What's yours? Are you just passing by? 
Lost? Or what? Gee, isn't it a great day? I've just been milking my folks' 
cow. I guess you saw me. Would you like a drink of nice warm milk? It 
couldn't be any fresher. Have all you want Of it. Join us for breakfast if 
you'd like. What's your name?" 

"T-T-Tim!" he blurted, and he took the offered bucket and drank deeply from 
it before he could go on to confess that he was an escaped institution 
inmate, a sex pervert whose penis was rising in his pants despite his best 
efforts, simply because he couldn't take his gaze from the girl. 

She giggled and pointed a delicious little forefinger at him, and she said, 
"You're dribbling cream. And that's the part I like best." 

He choked and spluttered on the warm milk while she considerately brushed 
him off, and incidentally gave him the shock of his life by accidentally 
brushing her little hand over the terrible bulge in his trousers. 

"Do you play? Is that a harmonica in your pocket?" she said, and the shock 
was even greater when she squeezed the knob of his prick. 

She realized what she'd done then, realized what she'd touched, poor thing, 
and in her great consternation she staggered backwards into the barn, 
saying, "Oh my goodness! You didn't come here to rape me with that big 
thing, did you? Oh, please don't sir! I'll just give myself to you. My folks 
always told me-they're not at home just now-that it's better to give a man a 
little of yourself than it is to get all hurt and bruised trying to defend 
yourself. Please! Wait! I'll even take off my clothes for you." 

Tim didn't even realize he was teetering forward into the barn as the sweet, 
frightened girl disrobed. He would have stopped her, explained that he 
wasn't a rapist, but words would have failed any man when confronted with 
beauty as he was seeing. Flawless was the only word to describe Jane in her 
nudity, and hopelessly exciting was the only way to describe her as she lay 
back on a pile of sweet hay, arms and legs akimbo, masking her fear behind 
the sweetest of smiles. Tim took off Freddie's clothes and tossed them, 
unseen, into a pile of rich green cow manure. 

"I don't mean to hurt you," he said, feet creeping him ever closer to the 
tanned girl all spread out on the golden hay. "I promise I won't." 

"But it looks so big," she said, and she sat up, and she took his prick in 
her little warm hand. "And it looks so fucking good," he thought he heard 
her murmur, just before she took it in her mouth. 

"Oh, no," he moaned, panting already, already holding back from creaming, 
right in her virgin mouth! "You don't have to do that. Really. You don't 
know what it does to a man. If you'll just lie back again ... If you'll just 
let me put it in your little pussy for a minute, then I'll go ... o-o-o-oh! 
Stop, you don't have to do that! Just let me get it close to your pussy ... 
You're not listening to me! You're just ... sucking ... my cock, making it 
feel ... so fucking GOOD I'M GONNA SHO-O-O-O-OT!!!" 

He couldn't help himself at that point. Heaven help him, he hauled back and 
fucked the poor girl right in the mouth, shooting stream after hot stream of 
pent-up jizm through her wonderfully suctioning lips, down her gulping 
gullet, appalled at how marvelous it made him feel, but shocked at himself 
for letting her scoop up a drooling driblet from the comer of her mouth and 
stuff it inside with her finger. Eyes closed against the hated sight of him, 
she nevertheless sucked every bit of his cock and his jizm into her mouth 
till there was just no more jizm in him, and then she fell back on the hay, 
so overcome by the dreadful experience that she was smiling, actually 
smiling. 

"I'm sorry," Tim moaned. "So sorry. I didn't mean for you to do that. Gosh, 
it must've tasted just awful." 

She licked her pretty lips and said, "You know it wasn't bad? I guess it 
felt really good for me to have my mouth on you. You know, down there," she 
said, and her little hand went to her little cunt, and it moved all around 
there and it opened the pretty pink lips of it so that Tim just couldn't 
help but get down and kiss it a little. 

A little led to a lot. For both of them. It only lasted for a few minutes, 
but in that time Tim felt sure he'd repaid her for the awful experience 
she'd gone through in kissing his prick, and at the same time it kept his 
prick just as hard as when he'd first seen her. This was understandable, for 
the taste of her cunt was exquisite. It had nothing to do with his empty 
stomach. She simply tasted so good he couldn't stop, not even when she was 
thrashing up the hay and shouting out her joy, not until she'd asked him 
twice to put it in her, please put it in her! 

And that was sheer insanity for him, and apparently for her as well. She was 
so tight and slippery slick and warm that he started cumming again the 
moment he was in her, but then instead of it reaching a quick peak and 
diminishing, his ejaculation just went on and on, without end, mounting 
higher and higher with every deep stroke into her wildly thrashing body 
until something had to break in both of them. 

And it was laughter, simple laughter that simultaneously broke in both of 
them. One moment they were fully and completely involved in highly energetic 
fucking, and the next they were ringing the old barn's rafters with their 
laughter, rolling about on the hay until even the cow joined in with a moo. 

They lay hand-clasped on the hay and just sighed for a while then, and it 
was Janie who finally spoke. "I've seen you before, Timmy. It was at 
lunchtime one day at the Youth Advantage Agency. You were peeling potatoes." 

"Uh-huh. I ran away last night. I saw you there too. In Mr. Scantland's 
office with a really cute black girl. I remember you now." 

"That was you behind the drapes?" 

"Uh-huh. What a show that was. I creamed all over the drapes. Couldn't help 
it." 

"I remember. I sure needed this that day," she said, and took hold of his 
prick, warm and soft and sleeping, but very lightly. "You'll like it here," 
she went on. "Walter and Marian are very, very nice people. They won't turn 
you in. They know what an A-hole Mr. Scantland is." 

"They don't know what an A-hole Nurse Frye is, but I could sure tell 'em. 
She had a pussy that smelled like an out house, and just about as big, too. 
But yours ... ," he said, and gently covered that humid part of her with his 
hand. "We ought to go inside," he said, without a great deal of conviction. 
"Your foster folks will get worried." 

She giggled and squeezed his cock nicely. "If they do, they'll come looking 
for me. And if they find us like this they just might join us. Gosh, I never 
knew farm people were so into fucking and sucking and things. Marian'll be 
so glad you came here. Between the two of us we've just about got Walter 
worn out. I bet you she'll be so glad she'll take you right to bed with her. 
And she's good in bed. I've seen her in action. Something else." 

"I dunno," said Tim, "but I don't think I want to make it with anybody but 
you for a while, Jane." 

She thought on that and said, "For a while I guess." Then she sat up on an 
elbow, looked down at him, and said, "But there are an awful lot of people 
here on this earth, and all of them like sex, and all of them are different. 
Is it so wrong" to think about doing it with just lots and lots of them in 
your life, and having a good time every time you do it? Is that so wrong?" 

"Mm-m-m-m. I guess not. But I sure do want to do it with you some more. Lots 
more!" 

She nodded vigorously, seriously. And then she lay back smiling, and she 
said, "Another thing before we go in for breakfast. What do you think about 
going back to the Agency for a visit now and then? You know, work with the 
new kids. And visit old friends." 

"Like Mr. Scantland?" 

"Sure. And my old friend Audrey, Little Audrey." 

"Maybe so. I sorta worry about Nurse Frye already. And there was a new guy 
there, name of Freddie, who's gonna have trouble getting along with the way 
things are there. I'd like to see how he's doing some time." 

"Some time soon?" 

"Well, pretty soon. And I wonder if that real cute black girl I saw you with 
is still there...?" 


THE END
