Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

"Beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Don't stop!" she said, and curled her left hand firmly behind his head, and hooked the fingers of her right hand within the sodden crotchband of her panties and pulled it aside.

"Mmf! No! Mmf!" He tried to draw back from the act of kissing her bare cunt but she just laughed and held him to his work. Even his struggles were enjoyable as he tried to retreat from the richly wet womanflesh she'd given him while Nurse Frye persevered and wrapped her legs around his back, took a handful of his hair, and squirmed her cunt against his mouth.

"Oh, isn't that good!" she moaned, really starting to cum now. "Just a little more and you can fuck me, all you want to. Use your tongue, baby. Lick it and suck it, love up that nice hot cunt with your pretty mouth so I'll feel as good as you do. Oh, yes! I love it!" she cried, humping her big hips in the chair, holding him firm, screwing his mouth as ecstasies mounted upon ecstasies in dizzy delirium. She held him hard and she held him there, eking one more big bang of a climax from his inept but endearing cunnilingus, and then she pulled him up on his knees and kissed him while she was still cumming.

He was choking and panting as they kissed, and it wasn't until Nurse Frye's climax had passed that she realized he was crying. She'd seen a few boys react to their first taste of real sex this way before, and so now she just smiled and hugged him to her, fitted his dick against her pushing vagina and spurred him inside her with her heels.

Her smile turned into a chuckle when he began fucking her, like a madman. And the chuckle quickly turned into a cry of delight from the pounding he was giving her grateful twat as she sat there throwing it back to him, holding her crotchband aside for his convenience and digging her heels into his buttocks. He was embracing her big body feverishly and fucking away for all he was worth, moaning and panting in his mounting ecstasy, while Nurse Fry just let herself cum and cum, and kissed him and said to him, "Yes, you're a wonderful little fucker. Fucking and sucking and tits and cunt, you love 'em all. Don't you? Just go ahead and cum all you want to now. Does it feel good? Does it?"

"Yes, yes, YES!" he cried, frantically shoving his prick anyplace it would go in her crotch.

"An you're going to suck me and fuck me all the time and be my own special lover. Aren't you? You love to lick my cunt and fuck it cum. Don't you? Don't you?"

"YES!" he declared, and then his words became all garbled with groans as he began to squirt out his young cum in her old cunt, and as she hugged him very hard and let her heavily orgasming cunt suck it all up. "UH! UH! UH!" She jammed him into her and jammed him into her, then caught him in a bear hug and squeezed their loins together tightly as they could ever go. He was on the edge of collapse when she let him go, but he was young, he'd quickly recover.

She helped him wash in her bathroom, where he was just about out on his feet. She put more Vaseline on his prick, telling him that it would prevent it from getting sore, and she kept working the foreskin back and forth over the glans until she'd succeeded in giving him another hardon.

He looked at her with wary respect when they were both dressed. She felt this one was a very special boy, and she told him, "Behave yourself while you're here and I'll see to it that you're my assistant here in the office. But if you're a bad boy, it won't be so easy for you here at the Agency."

She kissed him, though he tried to turn away from her, and she took him to the boy's dormitory. There she had a few private words with the boy in charge before she left Tim with him and returned to her office to dream about how nice things would be for her if Tim proved to be the special boy she'd been seeking.

Nurse Frye was more than ready for young Tim when he was brought to her examining room at two o'clock the next afternoon. Several times she'd been ready to go seek him out earlier, but when he arrived she was glad she'd waited, for now he looked well prepared to start in his role as her special assistant. His hair was bedraggled, he was still perspiring, his clothes were torn, he had a black eye and he was filthy, and all in all he was ripe to be placed in the favored position she had in mind for him.

"Good afternoon, Tim," she sweetly said. "It looks as if you've had a busy time since last night. You may go now, Lester," she said to the big leering boy whom brought Tim to her. "Save Tim's bunk for him, though I'm not sure if he'll be returning to the dorm tonight."

As soon as the older boy was gone Nurse Frye went to Tim, slipped an arm about his shoulder, and said, "How did your first day at the Agency go? Tell me about it."

He glared at her and said, "I got in a fight as soon as I got there. They called me names and then they all ganged up on me. And then they pantsed me and said they were gonna… do things to me, but Lester finally stopped 'em. And then I had to peel potatoes and weed the grounds and wash pots and pans and do just about everything. And they kept calling me names and I got in another fight this morning over it."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. And what names were they calling you, Timmy?"

He sulked and said, "I'm not gonna say it. When can I get out of this place?"

She laughed and said, "You just got here. You'll leave when you're ready to. But come now, have a nice hot shower."

She led him balking through her rose-lighted room to her bathroom, and there she watched him, smiling, while he quickly shed his torn and dirty Agency uniform and darted into the shower. She hummed while she gathered up his clothing and stuffed it in the waste basket, and she thoroughly enjoyed her anticipation while she sat on the toilet seat waiting for him.

She beamed a smile at him when he emerged, and he averted his gaze and did his best to hide his private parts while he dried himself. With the towel wrapped around his waist he looked for his clothes, and Nurse Frye said, "You can't wear those any more. Put these on," she said, and handed him a pair of white boxer shorts from where she'd placed them on the sink.

He quickly put them on and tried to cover himself again, for they were made of silk that was so sheer that it was quite transparent, and there were no buttons on the overly long fly. Even a moderate erection would poke its rosy head out of that fly, but the transparency of the flimsy shorts would keep him exposed before that happened. "I can't wear these!" he said.

"It's all you will wear until you go back to the dorm, if you do. Come sit on my lap and let's have a look at that eye."

"I don't wanna sit on your lap and my eye is okay," he said. "And I sure don't wanna go in that other room again and look at those weird pictures and do those weird things!"

"Here at the Agency you don't always get what you want," she sweetly said, and reached out and grabbed him by the ear, plunked him down on her commodious lap. He was close to tears again but she just smiled and hugged him to her bosom and said, "You'll be happier here than you'd be out there with those awful boys. You know if they take off your pants again they might really do it to you next time. I hope they didn't hurt your precious prick," she said, and her hand slid down his hairless chest and inside the long fly, and though he squirmed and moaned on her lap, she had hold of his prick again.

"Oh, it looks just fine," she said, taking it out, working the foreskin up and down. "Does it want some Vaseline? Such a pretty thing, and starting to get stiff, just like my nipples are. You see? You see how my nipples are getting bigger and showing through my nurse's uniform? That's because I didn't wear a brassiere today, and because I'm so happy to see you. Put your hand inside my uniform and feel how stiff they're getting. Go on, honey. It's all right. You know very well how much you like to play with my big soft titties."