Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

The tall girl in the overalls shrugged and said, "Suit yourself. But don't forget to knock at my door if you change your mind."

Janie was glad to leave the snug little room till she felt the chill of the main dormitory, and saw the chill in the eyes that greeted her. She headed for the nearest vacant bunk, ready to slip under the threadbare covers immediately and shiver her way through a lonely, hungry night. She was almost to it when the girl on the cot next to it rose to block her way. She was a heavy, squatty girl of Latin origin, made all the more imposing by the scowl on her face and the fists on her hips.

"Whad you bring in with you?" she said. "You got cigarettes? You got any money?"

"I brought nothing," said Jane, retreating. "I have nothing but what I have on," she said, trying to wrap the tiny smock around her while all around her there were snickers to be heard.

"Did ol' Scanty fuck you good?" said the fat, dark girl. "Did he pop your little cherry for you?"

"No!" exclaimed Jane, totally shocked. "He did nothing of the sort! He's not that kind of man!"

Jane's antagonist called over her shoulder to the other girls. "She says ol' Scanty didn't screw her. I bet she's lyin' about what she's got on her, too. C'mon. Let's find out!"

There were whoops and shrieks, and then the whole bunch of them were on her. Janie did her share of whooping and shrieking too, for they were cruelly grabbing her everywhere, ripping- her little smock to shreds, poking sharp fingers in her mouth and up her fanny and even in her little pussy that had felt so good so short a time before. There was no way to escape them. They and their hands were everywhere, and they said the most awful things as they overwhelmed her with their bodies… "Yeah, she ain't a virgin any more!… Let's shave her head and throw her out in the hall!… She hasn't got any reds or anything hid up her butt, damn her!… Let's paddle that butt!… Let's gang-fuck her with the broomstick!"

Jane stopped her screaming at that and fought to get through the press of bodies and get up. She somehow succeeded. She was naked and panting, but on her feet now, but no match at all for the dozen cruel, grinning girls who advanced on her in the most threatening of ways. She tried to get to the hall door, but that was blocked by a pair of them. She jumped over a cot to get away from another girl, only to have to dodge away from three more. They ran her ragged, cruelly jibing and taunting her at all times, reaching out for her from all sides, until at last they had her nearly cornered by the door that led to the shower room. Knowing that was surely a dead end, Janie bulled her way forward through the mass of catcalling girls and threw herself into the room that was Audrey's.

"They tried to kill me out there!" she breathlessly announced. "You heard them. Why didn't you help me?" she asked of the tall blonde who lay comfortably on the bed.

"And why didn't you knock?" Audrey drawled.

That was too much. Little Janie burst into tears, and at the sight of these Audrey sat up, set down her magazine, and drew the sobbing girl down beside her on the bed. "There, there," she said, soothing arms about her, all warm and protective. "It's okay. They won't get to you any more unless I want 'em to. No need to cry; you're with Little Audrey now. Christ, you're a pretty little thing without no clothes. Those fucking gowns don't do much for a chick, but we'll deck you out in nice pretty things in the morning. Stop crying, baby-doll. Here, have a drink of this."

She took a bottle from the ice chest and Jane guzzled from it and choked for a moment before asking, "It's not… whiskey, is it?"

"Just a little wine. Good for you. Have another hit. No? Well, I will. Mmm, yummy," she said, and replaced the bottle without removing her protective closeness from the frightened, shivering girl. "He did screw you, didn't he?" she said, and Jane sobbed again and nodded. "The bastard. Why does he take advantage of poor little girls like you. It's his job, I guess. But you're not hurt, and it probably wasn't all that bad. Christ, you got dried jizz all over you. Come on. I'll help you get cleaned up and make sure you don't get pregnant."

At that word, Jane would have followed the big blonde anywhere. She waited shivering for the few moments it took Audrey to get large towels and a fresh bar of soap from one of her drawers. She stayed close to her as she stepped out into the dormitory and she stood behind her while the tall blonde faced the other girls, all smirking from their cots now. "Nobody goes into the crapper till we come out," she loudly announced, "and nobody knocks on my door tonight… no matter what!" She waited for a retort, and when none came, turned and led Jane into the communal shower room.

Of course Jane was already attired for the bath, but her eyes bulged outward when she saw the smiling Audrey begin to prepare herself similarly. First this came from her surprise that she was apparently going to have company, and second it came from seeing what a fantastic figure the bib overalls had concealed. With those on the floor, Audrey was spectacular in her long white tee shirt, but when that was shipped off she was absolutely stunning. She had a slim, athletic body that was nevertheless wholly feminine in its graceful curves, in the litheness of its waist, in the sculptured roundness of her sleek thighs and globular buttocks. She had a thatch of dark blonde hair at the juncture of her loins that proclaimed her a full-fledged woman, but most of all she had a pair of tits that all but took Jane's breath away. They were huge, heavy, and yet so obviously firm that they didn't sag a bit. Their fully rounded undersides were taut and gleaming white, their upper slopes looked muscular and yet entirely soft, and their nipples and aureoles were very large, exceedingly pink, and very erectile on their ends. Such a perfect body would surely inspire a sculpture, Jane thought, but she was whisked into a shower stall before she could fully admire it.

The hot water felt very good. Audrey's lathered hands felt good too, once Jane became a little used to them. Probably to make up for her former lack in providing protection, Audrey wouldn't let Jane do a thing. She insisted on washing her, everywhere, and most especially down between her legs where she might get pregnant. She washed Jane over and over there, lathering her hands again and again, till Jane was feeling all nice and relaxed once again, and leaning dreamily back against the shower wall. Audrey washed Jane's titties too, and her fanny and her legs and her arms and every bit of her, always coming back to wash her pussy one more time, always chattering away at her as if they were the most intimate of friends.

"Yes, you're a pretty little thing. I can see why Mr. Scantland wanted you to stay close to me tonight. Those other gals, that trash, they'd of beat the crap out of you before morning. Just stay with me, sweet thing, and you'll do just fine. Does that pussy feel good now? D'you think it's clean enough?"

"I don't know. It… Ooo. It feels okay, but… ooo, Audrey… I hope I'm not P.G."

"It looks good enough to eat," said Audrey, and she was in the position to tell this, down on her knees now, using her hand to rinse away the warm, fragrant suds while she patted Jane's rump fondly with her other hand. "Here. I'll get it a little cleaner," she said, and tilted up her face, a very pretty face, and let the shower water run into her open mouth.

"What're you going to do?" said Janie, but she was already spreading her legs, and already feeling giddy and breathless in anticipation of what might come.

"Oooo," she said. "Oh, dear heavens!" she exclaimed, as the kneeling Audrey parted her tender cuntlips with her thumbs, and spurted a stream of warm water from her lips to Janie's slit.