Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

He whipped his cock out of her cunt, took it in hand and gave it just a few strokes, and it began to squirt a thick white liquid all over her belly and her titties. "Put it in me! Fuck me some more!" she loudly pleaded, with her pussy silently screaming for the hot goo that was spurting up on her sweating body.

He growled and grunted as he had when he'd fucked her in the ass, and now he said, "Suck it, taste it, quick!"

She somehow sat up, took his hard cock in her mouth, felt its heavy throbbings and tasted the delicious thick jism as it gushed into her mouth, and felt another huge surge of pleasure. Jism dribbled from her swollen lips as he pushed her back down and it squirted against her inflamed crotch once and then his cock was rammed inside her again, without the hint of pain, and she screamed with the ecstasy she felt pouring into her along with his jism. "oh! uh! more!" she pleaded, though one more iota of pleasure would surely have been enough to make her swoon. He fed her cock very slowly now, two, three times, using her tight hole to wring the last drops of his jism from it, and then at last he sighed and pulled it out of her.

Jane sighed and relaxed too, lying flat as a pancake on the examination table, feet falling from its edge to dangle toward the floor. She was dazed and dazzled by it all. The cold, cold day had turned into a wonderfully warm one for her. Having lost her family and her home might be a small price indeed to pay for all these wonderful things shown to her by this wonderful man. She basked in pure contentment and would have dozed off if he hadn't spoken. "Clean it up."

"Hmm?"

"I said, clean it up, girl. It's good manners."

She opened her eyes and there was his cock by her cheek, not as stiff as before, and all wet from her and tinged with blood. She smiled dreamily and took it in hand, licked its stalwart length and savored its rich flavor. She sucked it in, the whole length of it, and it fit her mouth and throat as perfectly as it had fit her cunt. He massaged her front as she sucked and licked him, rubbing the wonderful jism into her tits and her tummy as she arched up under her hand, making even more of a woman out of her. She kept on sucking and licking his cock, utterly happy, for it was all hers, and it was the most wonderful thing in the whole wide world.

"That's enough cocksucking for now," Mr. Scantland said. "Save some for next time. Come on now. Up of f the table, let's get some clothes on you and get you into the dorm for the night."

Jane hated to take her mouth off his cock but she still felt like giggling. She was all aglow, everywhere in her body, as she sat up on the table and tried to clear her head. Mr. Scantland, that wonderful man, was efficiently getting dressed, and she watched the process rather poignantly, wondering how long it would be before she could see his thin but marvelously manly body again. Still and all, he was very manly looking with his tie knotted again, and she thrilled in a different way at the sternness of his voice as he told her to get her butt off the table and get dressed.

All she had was the little smock. He was busy with papers again so Jane had to tie it up herself. Impulsively she went to his side and clung to his arm, kissed his coatsleeve and snuggled her thoroughly warmed body against him.

"Let's not get sticky," he said, and pushed her away. "It's time to get you to the dorm and into Little Audrey's care. But before you go, promise me again that you won't breathe a word about this to anyone, ever. If you do, do you know what the consequences will be?"

She nodded, grinning coyly, and said, "You won't fuck me any more if I tell and you won't even let me suck your cock. Right?"

He almost smiled, and he said, "That's right. What's more, you'll go on restriction and I'll see to it that the Agency never finds a foster home for you. Do you understand?"

"Oh, I'd never tell, Mr. Scantland," she said. "Honest."

"And no one would ever believe you if you did. Come along now."

He led the way and she followed. The concrete floor of the dimly lit corridor was cold on her feet again, but she felt so internally warmed that it scarcely bothered her. Already, however, she was realizing that this kind of warmth and contentment didn't last forever. She had to get fucked again, soon-, and the best way she knew to do that was to be a good girl and do everything Mr. Scantland told her to do.

He led her to a green wooden door, warned her again about telling anyone about them, and opened it. There was a large room with about twenty iron framed cots in it and perhaps a dozen girls close to Jane's age, all of whom stopped chattering when they'd looked at the open door. Mr. Scantland glowered at them for a long moment before pushing Jane on in front of him. Hostility showed clearly in every pair of eyes that followed her course through the long room, and though she really couldn't understand it, she certainly could have stood it better if she'd been wearing enough clothes to at least cover her bare bottom. He took her to another door at the side of the entry to a large shower and lavatory area, knocked sharply, and entered with her.

It was a small room heated with an electric heater on the floor, decorated with posters, furnished with a shabby dresser, an ice chest, a chair, a lamp, and a narrow bed. On the bed lay a girl three or four years older than Jane. She had short blonde hair and was wearing a tee shirt, a pair of bib overalls, and an insolent smile as she surveyed young Jane.

"On your feet, Audrey," said Mr. Scantland, "and meet the new girl, Jane White. Jane, Audrey is in charge of this dormitory when no one else is about. Go to her if you have any problems, about anything at all," he said, as the blonde got up, showing considerable height and extending her hand to the newcomer. Jane's teeth had been starting to chatter toward the end of her walk with Mr. Scantland, but now she felt cheered at the warmth of the room and the warmth of Audrey's hand.

"I'll take good care of her," said Audrey, adding the warmth of her smile now.

"I imagine you will," said Mr. Scantland. "See that she spends a… a comfortable night. And bring her to see me in the morning, properly attired, of course, with your full report. Good night… ladies," he said, and left them with a firm closure of the door.

Janie would have given anything if he'd kissed her goodbye, though that was out of the question, of course. As it was, she could only cast a sigh in his direction before turning to look up at the tall blonde smiling down on her. "Did he ball you?" said Audrey.

"B-Ball me? Dance with me? Oh, no," said Jane, and Audrey rocked with such laughter that Jane began to get irritated. "He doesn't dance with the girls here, does he? He just finds them homes."

"And he screws 'em and he screwed you," said the laughing blonde. "And now you better take a shower to clean up from it."

Jane jerked her hand from the girl's and hotly said, "Mr. Scantland did nothing of the sort. He's not that kind."

"Bull-shit!" said the obnoxious girl, and laughed all the harder, further infuriating little Janie.

"If you'll just show me my bed and get me some clothes I won't bother you any more," she archly said.

"Sleep here with me tonight," said the blonde, moving closer, slipping an arm about Jane's waist. "You don't want to sleep out there with that trash on your first night. And you don't want to go to bed on an empty tummy," she said, moving her hand to that place now. Janie instinctively moved away from her. There was something wrong with her besides her snotty remarks about Mr. Scantland, and Janie wanted nothing to do with her. "I'll sleep with the others. I'm no better than they are," she said, knowing that was a lie. "And I'm not at all hungry," she lied again.