Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

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 Vaselined 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.