Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

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.

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 0l' 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.