Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

"I don't want to," he said, but he was looking longingly at them, and his prick was getting harder still in her moving hand.

"But of course you do," she said, loosening two buttons of her white nylon dress, and letting him have a good look at her mountainous cleavage before she took his little hand in hers and let it inside.

Soon it was moving there of its own accord, and soon Nurse Frye was sighing happily and this Special boy was breathing a little hard from the exertions of having his prick so nicely played with. It was completely stiff and hard and the end was just a little wet before she said, "Did you play with this last night? Did you jerk yourself off?"

"Heck, no n told you I wouldn't. But all the other guys in the dorm sure did play with themselves all night. Gosh!"

“Show me how they did it, Tim."

“I didn't see. It was after dark."

“You did see. Show me how they did it. Show me how I taught you to do it," she said, and she opened another button of her dress and hefted one big tit out right before his goggling eyes. "You can play with that big old thing all you want to, even kiss it once you've shown me what you learned about jacking off."

She clasped his hand around his dick and he quickly beat his meat, and she let him get to the point where he was panting with hot young excitement before she took his hand away and lifted a big tit, which he was quick to go for. Now it was she who played with his prick, slow and easy, while her darling black-eyed boy further excited them both by sucking on her nipple. He obviously hadn't had near enough of it when she lifted his face and kissed him on the mouth, hot and deep.

"What were the names they called you? What was it they said that made you fight them?" she said, nuzzling all around his hot little mouth, working his foreskin over his swollen glans, pushing her tit into his hand.

"I can't tell you. I don't wanna say it," said he, panting against her mouth, squirming all over her lap.

But she kept on and on, with words and actions, until at last he drew back from her, angry again, and blurted, "Cuntlapper! They called me a cuntlapper!"

She raised an eloquent eyebrow. "And what's so wrong with that?"

"It was the way they said it! I don't know…"

"Oh? So it wasn't that you didn't like lapping my cunt, it was just the way the other boys said it to you?"

"Well…," he said, fidgetting nervously.

"Don't tell me you don't like it already, that you've grown tired of lapping cunt. You just loved it last night. Well? Didn't you, Tim?"

His nervousness increased, and he said, "I don't know. It was all so weird."

"Is everything weird to you? We'll see," she said, and eased him off her lap, and got to her feet and began to work her skirt up as he crouched before her.

Nurse Frye's buttocks and hips were overly large for the uniform, but she exaggerated the effort it took her to work her skirt up, inch by inch, until her big red-thatched pussy was bared before his eyes. In honor of his coming she'd worn neither bra nor panties, and having kicked off her shoes, now all she had on was her white nylon uniform, and this was largely bunched about her waist. "Are you a cuntlapper?" she asked the crouching boy.

"Well, I did it, but… "

"Would you rather do it or just have the boys call you that name?" she said, swaying closer, tickling a finger through his hair.

"It… doesn't smell good."

"I think it does. And it tastes divine. Try it again; you'll see," she said, and fingered her fat wet cuntlips apart, and thrust her box still closer to him.

He whimpered once, but he began to lick her. She crooned in contentment but she didn't let it get out of hand. She just stood there tingling nicely and saying encouraging things to him until his cuntlapping showed signs of ardor and his hands were on her loins, and then she backed off, bent down, and said, "Are you a cuntlapper, Tim? Are you my cuntlapper?"

"Yes!" he croaked, and she kissed him on the lips, and she told him to follow her to her chair.

She had him stand before the movie screen while she got completely out of her uniform and settled comfortably in the big soft chair, knowing that even she looked good to a boy his age in that light. She pressed the button that started another movie loop, and she let it play upon his panting chest while she got comfortable, with each knee hooked over an arm of the chair and with her big old pussy all open and wet and red. All it took was a crook of her finger now and he was on all fours between her legs, licking and lapping her cunt while his stiff prick hung down waiting for its turn at heaven. Yes, he'd be a good boy, she thought, while she enjoyed the movies and the tonguing, and looked forward to the frantic prick-pounding she'd soon be getting.

Young Tim worked out well as Nurse Frye's assistant. Of course he couldn't carry out any of the routine medical chores that were her responsibility but he was there to keep things tidy and to help with the little things and to keep her in a good mood. He liked his job. All he ever wore were those ridiculously flimsy silk boxer shorts there in her little two and a half room empire, and that garment revealed the fact that he was generally a happy boy. His prick seemed to grow in just a week or two. Its foreskin certainly stretched, because he had hardon after harden, all day long. Sometimes Nurse Frye used them, other times she let them die, but she always did what she could to encourage him to get a new one. He was given free access to her dirty pictures, for instance, since she made it a point to leave at least a few lying about on her desk. They had a showing of dirty movies at least once a day, and these of course never failed to bring his thinly concealed prick peeping out of his silk shorts. She touched him and teased him too, but most of all she simply showed herself off to him, posing and posturing artfully about the examining room, letting her darling boy see all he wanted of her, then lifting her dress and smiling as he went obediently to his knees and happily carried out his role as her own private cuntlapper. Of course he fucked her too, and this was every bit as good as when he licked her cunt, but she held their fucking to only three or four times a day, not wanting to diminish his ardor for her.

He was a happy boy. He had all the sex life any boy could ever dream of, and he was generally a happy boy. But there were times of course, because he was also a young and growing boy, that he'd become a little obstinate or hard to handle. In a way Nurse Frye rather welcomed these times because she was first and foremost a juvenile expert and it gave her a professional pleasure to put him in his place and get him back on the straight and narrow. In fact, this challenge was so important to her that on occasion she was responsible for his acts of obstinacy that she would then have to correct.

For instance,

Other boys, -girls too, would have to come in to see Nurse Frye, either to be admitted to the Agency or more commonly in answer to some complaint over illness or minor injury. At these times. Nurse Frye would be forewarned, and would send young Tim to her mini-apartment while she examined or treated them in private. But there were times when she wouldn't send him away. He'd be working about the room, doing his keep-busy tasks and most frequently accompanied with a harden that poked out through his little uniform, when there'd come a knock at the door. He would freeze for a moment and then start for the sanctity of the apartment, but Nurse Frye would at times say, "No. You stay here. I might need your help."

He would moan and plead arid almost cry, but she would usually remain adamant, and then admit the caller, the patient.

It might be a boy with a cut finger, smirking and sniggering at the briefly clad Tim while Nurse Frye bandaged him up and said things to him that clearly indicated she'd had him in there in the past for more than a cut finger.