Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

Accidents, however, do happen. Young Tim gave that one extra stroke to his terrifically swollen prick and, BANG!, he started to cum in a big way.

He did his best to hold it back, groaning and tensing, clamping his fist about the erupting end of it, but it was simply too late. Despite his best intentions he'd gone overboard, and now to make the best of things he flogged his meat to a fare thee well, letting the hot cream fly, just as his imagination was flying over the bodies of every girl he'd ever seen in his life.

It left him pleasantly tired. He'd never really had the chance to enjoy such self-indulgence before and now he found that he liked it. After his ejaculation he could just sit there sighing, relaxed, with no need to deliver kisses and embraces and endearments to Nurse Frye, with no need to get up and fetch her a cool drink, not even the need to rise up and clean up after them. Clean up!

His jizm had squirted all over the floor. It lay in ropy strings of pearls on the carpet, making him leap to his feet and rush to the bathroom, grab a long ribbon of toilet tissue and destroy the evidence of his forbidden act of self-abuse. He Cleaned it up in seconds, barely in time, really, for he'd no sooner flushed v the evidence down the toilet when Nurse Frye entered the apartment, beaming, looking radiant, looking sexy.

"You'll be pleased to hear we have a newcomer at the Agency," she said. "A perfectly beautiful blue-eyed blonde, whom I've invited to spend the night here. Do you mind, Tim-my?"

"Mind?" said he, beaming back at her now. "Heck, no! It'd be great! What's her name?"

Nurse Frye smiled and said, "Her name is, uh… " She came to the eagerly waiting boy in her apartment, ran a hand over his silk-covered loins, raised an eyebrow, and said, "His name is Freddie, and he's got something a good deal more interesting than you do right now. Freddie, come in here, please, and meet my assistant."

The kid really was beautiful. His face almost looked like that of a girl, with long pale eyelashes, an uptilted nose, and cupid's bow lips, all framed in long wavy blond hair. But his chest, covered with a coarse cotton smock, didn't have the requisite bumps on it to qualify him as a girl, and the stiff prick protruding redly from under the hem of the gown eliminated any possibility at all that he was of the female gender.

He shook hands with Tim, just like a little gentleman, and Tim wanted to kill him. He spoke a hello to Tim, but all the while his eyes were on Nurse Frye, standing close at his side, big bosom proudly out-thrusting, hands moving nervously over her hips and belly.

"It's rare when I've had two boys in here at the same time," she said. "I do hope we all get along well together. Do you enjoy home movies, Freddie?"

“Yes, ma'am. If you do."

"These are special," she said, swaying closer against his side, making him shiver and squirm and smile as she ran her hand up and down his back. "They might… shock you a bit."

"If you and your friend Jim like them, I'm sure I will," he said, almost making Tim sick with the simpering smile he directed at her.

"If they shock you at all, we'll just turn them right off. Watching them makes me feel good," she said, hand working up under the front of his smock now. "They're dirty movies, Freddy. Nasty old things. They make me feel so warm I just want to take my clothes off every time I see them."

He looked her up and down, grinned, licked his lips, and said, "I hope I like them too. I have the feeling I will. To be perfectly honest with you, I feel like getting all the way undressed already. This gown is so scratchy against my skin."

"Then take it off by all means," she said. "We're all friends here. Gracious, we wouldn't want our guest to be uncomfortable, now would we, Tim?"

"Huh-uh," said Tim, scowling fiercely at the baby-faced kid whose dick, it seemed, was at least an inch longer than Tim's would have been if Tim could have gotten his up just then.

"Such smooth skin. I can see where that nasty gown would be scratchy on it," said Nurse Frye, and having untied the smock's ties, she ran her hands all over his back, around his waist, and on down to his stiff-standing prick.

"Oh, my goodness," he said, and reached back and smoothed his hands over her hips. "You have such good hands. It's plain to see why you're a nurse. Ooooo."

"Hurt you?"

"Not at all. Feels nice," he said, simultaneously rubbing his bare butt against her loins, squirming his shoulders against her tits, and pushing his prick through her hands.

"Let's look at the movies," said Tim, for he had hopes these would aid in getting his prick out of its shamefully soft condition.

"Love to," said Freddie. "But first Miss Frye would like to take her dress off. May I held you?"

"Be my guest," she said, and held out her arms like a fat scarecrow while he unbuttoned her dress and helped her off with it, undid her bra and exclaimed over the beauty of her big jugs, reverently took down her huge panties and sat back on his heels to gaze at her naked bulk with obviously phony worship in his eyes.

Tim plunked himself down on the arm of the chair and angrily punched the button that started the film. He didn't care if he saw the damned films again or not, but they might help in getting his dick up.

Nurse Frye settled herself down in her big red chair and patted the empty chair arm. Freddie made a little bow and sat down on it, his dick sticking up like some sort of stupid flagpole. His eyes opened wide and he grinned like a fool and said, "Gee, those are really something! Those girls are beautiful. Even though they are sort of skinny," he said, and he slipped his arm around Nurse Frye's shoulders as she cooed up at him.

His other hand started toward his prick, but Nurse Frye's hand beat him to it. "I'll take care of that," she said, and she began to stroke it very softly. Her other hand moved up and down Tim's leg, and though he knew he should be responding and he really felt like it, when her hand reached his prick it was still as soft as could be. But how could a normal guy be expected to get a stiffie when there was a longhaired blonde fairy in the same room with him? He'd get it up as soon as faggy Freddie was gone. Of this Tim was sure.

It was a pretty good film loop that was on. Nurse Frye and Freddie were giggling and exchanging comments on it as it rolled, and she was leaning ever closer to him, elbow across his lap, hand curled around his dick. He kept playing around with her floppy old tits, and that was okay with Tim. He didn't even mind it when they kissed each other, but when it lasted on for about fifteen minutes, or so it seemed, Tim reached down and punched the off button for the show.

Nurse Frye glared up at him. "Why did you do that?"

He shrugged. "You guys weren't watching it and I already seen it."

"Start it up again," she said. "Since you've already seen it you won't have to watch it again. Get down on the floor, facing me, and you can hide your face between my legs."

Tim started to argue but then thought better of it. To begin with it would do no good to argue, and secondly he'd be able to get back in Nurse Frye's good graces in a hurry by giving her a good cuntlapping. Down he went, parted her hairy lips with the heels of his hands, and started in to give her a really special time of it.

She was already nice and wet and funky down there. When he looked up for her expression of approval, she was squirming around very hotly, but once again she was kissing that damned Freddie. This so angered Tim that he bit her, right on the clit, whereupon Nurse Frye gasped loudly through the kiss, grabbed him by the hair, and went right on kissing the other guy!

At last she fell back from the kiss, obviously in the state of constant orgasm she liked better than anything else in the world, and still with her hand round Freddie's upright dick. He seemed inordinately calm about the whole thing as he kissed her and petted her and said, "My, your little friend Tim certainly seems to know what it's all about when it comes to kissing your pussy."