Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

Janie couldn't stop moving. It was the unheard music and the unseen Elton John and the warmth and the glow, but most of all it was the hands that were massaging so deeply on her titties and on her pussy. She realized she was moaning as well as panting, and she just couldn't stop, even though the man who was doing all this to her was chuckling in amusement now. And when he asked her if she was feeling good, when he insisted that she answer him, she had to gasp, "Yes! Yes, I feel good all over!"

"Then roll over," he said, "and we'll see if you still feel good back there in your little asshole."

His hands helped her turn about on the table. Even though every part of her little naked body was in constant, writhing motion, a part of her coordination had vanished so that his help was even welcome in getting her face down on the table, with her hips elevated and her bare ass sticking shamelessly up in the air.

"Oh-h-h-h God, yes, that feels good too!" he made her confess, as he slid his greased finger deep in her butt-hole again, reamed it all around, and at the same time worked his knuckle against her wonderfully seething little pussy.

"Not near as tight as it was before, is it?" he asked her, and with no prompting at all now, Janie said, "No! It's fine. Ah-h-h, it feels good down there. Real, real good"

"I'll bet you'd like something even bigger in there, wouldn't you? Hm-m-m? Something nice and hard, good and stiff, something even longer than this finger that's doing such good things to you. Hm-m-m?"

"Yes!" the naked little girl panted. "Bigger. Anything. It itches. It feels so good," she told him, rotating her upraised hips all around, helping him work that lovely finger in and out, of her churning asshole.

"Here it is," he said. "Just look."

Cheek mashed against the leather, Janie squinted her lead-weighted eyes a fraction, then opened them wide as could be as she was confronted with a huge, angry red thing she knew at once to be a penis. It jutted strongly out of his opened pants, red-knobbed end all wet and gleaming, and with a slit of an eye that seemed to be staring back at her just as she was staring at it. Her asshole and her cunt involuntarily tightened and for a moment she thought he was going to gouge her with his finger again. But then when she didn't scream, didn't try to move away from the strangely fascinating thing just before her eyes, his finger began moving smoothly again, and his words were smooth, too, as he curled his free hand about his penis and began to massage it.

"That'll feel good in you, eh? Just what that fat little ass of yours needs, hm? Give it a kiss, Jane-Girl, and then we'll get on to breaking you in with a butt-reaming you'll never forget."

"N…!" Before she could get it out he'd pushed that big wet knob against her lips and she'd tasted it, tasted penis! It was all sticky wet on her lips but she didn't dare lick it off or even spit lest she poison herself or offend him. But then she couldn't think about that any longer, for he was dropping his pants, exposing balls like she'd seen on bulls, and climbing up on the table with her!

"Wait! Please! You shouldn't do that! Please wait!" she cried, but her hips were held in an iron grasp, and already she was feeling the hot, hairy hardness of him pressed deeply against the split between her buttocks.

"Such a nice little ass. Just waiting to be fucked. All nice and slippery with Vaseline. Oh, you're going to love this, little girl. I guarantee it."

"No!" Janie erred one more time, but he just laughed and went right ahead with his dirty business. She even tried to prevent his entry by tightening her pooper, but he'd gotten it so very slippery and so unbelievably soft that she hadn't a chance to prevent the dull wedge of his penis from forcing its way into the trembling orifice that wasn't made for such things.

"Yeah!" he muttered, as he forced the knob into her.

"Eeks!" she cried, as she felt the mushroom like end of it slip securely inside her body.

"Tight! Really tight!" Scantland groaned, holding onto her hips with both hands, pushing his cock incredibly deep in her. "So tight… I don't know if I can last long at this. Ah! Oh, baby, what an ass you've got!"

It was much too big for Janie. Her butt-hole was stretched to the point of breaking. The only consolation she had was that he'd said it wouldn't last long and so Janie clung hard to the table and prayed that she'd be able to endure this for just a little longer, just a little longer.

"Ah. Oh, baby. God damn," he growled, pistoning his pecker ever deeper in her, only to draw it out and push it in again. "Nice and hot. Tight. Move that butt of yours, baby, and I'll squirt a load in you that'll make you feel good all over. Move it!" he commanded, and slapped her so hard on her bottom that move it she did.

In her mad, confused state of mixed fear and excitement, she found she could move her ass as she'd never moved it before. From side to side and up and down it went, both to obey his harshly delivered command and to hopefully have this awful thing over with as quickly as he'd implied it could be. In and out it went. She was being fucked! She could feel his hairy balls being pushed against her flabbergasted pussy at his every in-stroke and she could feel her insides being drawn out at his every out-stroke. Once again she'd felt some pain at his initial insertion, and once again the pain soon disappeared and she was beginning to get those weird itchy feelings that she'd truthfully admitted felt good, real good.

"That's it!" he exulted from behind her. "Move it, baby, move that hot little ass. I'm gonna cum! Oh, shit. What a good one! I'm gonna squirt a load in that little ass that'll… Uh! Uh! Uh-h-h-h-h!!!"

"Yes! Yes, do it!" she heard herself urging, moving her hot little ass wildly now, completely filled with indescribably wonderful feelings of relief at his seemingly finishing, and with feelings of rich, all-over goodness.

"That's right!" he cried out through his gruntings. "Tell me to do it! Tell me to cum in you! I love it! Oh! Uh… OH-H-H-H-H!!!"

"Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me in my pooper!" she cried, gyrating every bit as wildly as the man behind her how gasped and groaned as if he was having a seizure, but still he kept a very tight hold on her hips, and still kept pistoning his wonderfully big, slick penis in and out of Janie's butt. She somehow knew he was feeling enormous pleasure. She could feel it in herself. It built up and mounted in dizzying fashion until she was gasping and grunting along with him, rocking the table with her delirious gyrations, and then as it approached an impossibly exciting peak, the slurping pistoning slowed, halted, and with a great shuddering sigh he drew his penis out of her ass.

"Noo-o-o-o," she moaned, trying to hold onto it with muscles that were too buttery soft from sheer pleasure.

He chuckled and said, "You'll get more," and with a heartfelt sob she slumped forward on the sweaty leather as the lovely fat wedge was pulled all the way out of her pouting asshole.

Mr. Scantland was still chuckling as he jumped down from the table, went to the sink, and washed the big thing that had been in Jane's butt, but that she had scarcely seen. Jane was still panting on the examination table, her well-reamed asshole just itching and seething all over, her still virgin pussy so wet it was leaking down her flushed and heated thighs.

She'd been fucked. No doubt about it. And although it had hurt at times, there was no escaping the fact that it had felt weirdly wonderful, and that she shamefully would do it again, if she was made to. Dear heavens, she still felt all squirmy and good all over. Her body still felt like it wanted to move, wanted to go on with the very natural feeling horizontal dance she'd done in time to the music meted out by Mr. Scantland's penis. She wondered if she'd ever calm down again and be able to act like a normal girl, or if, once a girl was fucked, she went through the rest of her life feeling this crazy itchy wild way. Did she like the way she felt? Could she stand feeling that way forever and ever? She didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted to have a much closer look at the thing connected to Mr. Scantland that had done it to her.