Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

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.

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…