Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

"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.

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.