Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

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 hardon 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 Vaselined 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 of f in the kiss and straightened up beside the table smiling, sweetly smiling.