Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

"I taught him all he knows," she gasped. "I'll teach you too. Oh-h-h, my God I love to have my snatch sucked!"

"I'm learning by just watching Jim," said Freddie, and Tim was helpless to stop it as Freddie's fingers slid down over Nurse Frye's heaving belly, through her pubic hair, and into the upper-most reaches of her spasming cunt.

Her fevered meanings and groanings reached a hew crescendo as Freddie's fingers joined Tim's tongue in rolling her most sensitive flesh. Freddie was diddling her clit and at the same time spreading out her cuntlips as far as they would go, while Tim was doing his best to avoid touching those fingers with his nose, and especially with his mouth. This was impossible to achieve, for Nurse Frye still had firm hold of his hair and was pulling him ever harder against her twat. He was starting to suffocate, starting to drown in her cunt juices when suddenly her hand left his hair and he was free to eat her as he chose to. Even Freddie's hand left her twat, and when Tim looked up he saw both of them moving about Freddie's loins.

"You like to get sucked off, eh?" said Freddie, as he slowly stroked his prick there before Nurse Frye's glazed eyes. "I think I'd like it too, but nobody's ever done it to me. Nice warm mouth on my cock, that'd feel so-o-o-o good. What do they call it? Blue job?"

"Blow job," Nurse Frye panted. "It's not something I… Oh, God. God, you're a beautiful boy," she moaned.

"That girl on the screen now, she looks like she loves sucking cock. It must taste good. No? At least some cocks must," he said, winking at Tim, but bending to kiss Nurse Frye's fevered brow. "Want to taste?" he said.

Nurse Frye uttered a dismal moan and grabbed Freddie's cock out of his hand, leaned closer and sucked it into her mouth. "Mm-m-m! Mmm-m-m-m-m! Mm-m-m-m!!!" she moaned, sucking and slurping noisily on it, milking its shaft with her hand and all in all treating it with a great deal more lusty passion than Tim had ever seen displayed on the screen under similar circumstances. Watching a guy get sucked off on the screen never failed to give Tim a hardon and seeing it happen in real life had exactly the same effect on him.

His tongue was getting tired but his dick certainly wasn't. It was poking right out of his shorts, reaching up toward the cunt Tim was licking, mutely begging for its turn. Nurse Frye had never even kissed his prick, but she was doing such a fantastic job on Freddie's that Tim even had hopes he'd get a blow job himself. To this end, he redoubled his efforts at cunnilingus, fastening his lips around Nurse Frye's clit in the most loving fashion and whipping it every which way with his tongue. He succeeded in bringing her off to a truly gigantic series of orgasms, which in turn inspired her to the point of sucking a whole mouthful of jizm out of Freddie's* thrusting cock. Caught between the two climaxes, hers and his, Nurse Frye fell back, cum dripping from her mouth as she uttered a joyful wail, and swooned into unconsciousness.

"Wow!" said Freddie, as he milked the last few drops from his turgid prick. "Old puss-gut sucks a mean cock. I really got my nuts off in a big way."

"Bully for you," said Tim, and he got up from his knees, stood between Nurse Frye's spraddled legs, with his stiff cock waiting to stab its way into her the moment she awoke and gave him the nod.

Freddies looked down at him and said, "That's not a bad looking peter you've got there, Jim."

"The name's Tim," he snarled. "It sure is nice and stiff," Freddie went on, still stroking his prick. "Do you like getting sucked off?"

Tim thought he detected a flicker of Nurse Frye's eyelids. "Dunno. Never tried it," he said.

"No? What a shame." Freddie licked his cupid's bow lips, still looking down at Tim's prick and still stroking his own. "It's really a delightful experience, when it's done by an expert."

"Hmf," said Tim, and his prick gave a throb when Nurse Frye's bosom heaved in a mighty sigh.

"Of course that's not the only way to go," said Freddie, slipping off the chair arm now and gracefully turning till he was looking at Tim from over his shoulder. Tim was staring fixedly at Nurse Frye's big cunt, but in his peripheral vision he saw Freddie's buttocks switch as provocatively as some of the girls on the screen. Freddie's words were equally hazy to Tim as he said, "I don't see how you can get excited about that old slut. I mean, she gives a decent blow job, for a woman, but who wants to settle for second best? Hm-m-m? And as for that dreadful old twat of hers, my goodness, it positively reeks and I'm sure it's just as loose and sloppy as can be. Why don't we just run along now while she's still asleep? You and I could stop in the men's room and have a little fun along the way, and then you could introduce me to all the boys in the barracks and we could all make a lovely night of it. Interested, dearie?" he said, and moved his bare ass in a way that made Tim focus on it, both with his vision and his comprehension.

"You…! You're a goddamned queer!" Tim exclaimed, and drew back his foot and booted that white ass halfway across the room.

Freddie howled, then seemed to shriek with glee, but whatever the source of the sounds they brought Nurse Frye out of her stupor. Tim barely had time to get in half a dozen good punches to the squealing faggot before Nurse Frye had hold of him, slinging him across the room, shouting at him.

"How dare you, you jealous little pipsqueak! This is the thanks I get for treating you so fucking good! Out of here, out of here, out of here!" she shouted, punctuating her commands with kicks and punches, driving Tim through the doorway to her examining room. "Report to Lester at the dorm! I'll deal with you tomorrow!"

She turned back before Tim was out of the room, and she caught Freddie in her arms as he tried to leave the little apartment. "Poor baby!" she said. "Did him get a bloody nose? Mamma will fix. Oh sweet Jesus, what a beautiful child you are."

"I'm not a child and I can't stay here!" Freddie cried, helplessly struggling in her behemoth embrace. "I lied! I'm twenty-two years old and I don't belong here!"

"You don't belong anyplace else in the world!" she said. "Sit down. Better yet, lie down. Oh, my angel Freddie, I've finally found the boy of my dreams, and I'm not going to let him go till he's had his fill of nice hot pussy!"

"Help! Tim! Take me with you! Call the police!" Freddie cried, but by then Tim was out the door, with Freddie's clothes in his hands.

It took Tim a full thirty seconds to dress in Freddie's clothing out in the empty hallway. They were too stylish for him but they fit, and that was all that mattered. It felt strange to have clothes on again, but dressed or not, he wasn't about to go to Lester and the dormitory full of masturbating boys. He thought of breaking out, but he had no place to run to. And then a stroke of sheer brilliancy came upon him and he hitched up his borrowed pants and headed for the door of the Agency through which he'd entered several very educational weeks before.

A gray old man served as receptionist and kept the records there, probably a graduate of the Agency dormitory, since he was nearly blind. Tim walked boldly into his office and said, "Nurse Frye sent me to get the oldest applications for foster kids you have in the file. I'd sure appreciate your help."

It took the old man some time to get what Tim asked for, because of his weakened eyes. Tim could see himself there in fifty years, completely shot from having had to service Nurse Frye, and hopelessly habituated to masturbation. It made the waiting no easier, and it made the papers handed to him seem like gold in his hand as he hurried out the door of the Agency without a backward glance at it.

It was getting dark out, and after running for two blocks Tim had to stop under a street lamp to read the addresses on the applications he'd taken with him. He knew the city fairly well, and he saw that two of the applications were quite close. Too close to the Agency, he decided, and set out at a steady pace for the most distant address of all, a place owned by a couple named Barnett who had had an application for a foster child in for so long that they might welcome him under any circumstances. It was just past dawn when Tim reached the address on the application. He'd had so many adventures and narrow escapes during the long night of walking that he wasn't even hungry, until the smell of ham and eggs frying stabbed into his stomach and set his parched mouth to watering. He suddenly feared that they wouldn't take him in, or worse, that they'd take him back to the Agency. He thought of-going on, for the weather was splendid and he wasn't at all tired. But he was hungry, oh so very hungry, and there was no denying the attraction in the smell of ham and eggs. He could even smell the bread toasting as he headed up past the barn to the neat little farmhouse. But hunger or no, he stopped dead in his tracks at the vision he saw there in the. barn.