Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

"Feels nice, eh?" said Audrey, and squeezed Jane's fanny and repeated the whole process, two or three times, until Jane's pussy was as clean as it had ever been and until Jane was feeling all warm and nice and tingly good, all over her little body.

Out of the shower stall, Audrey still wouldn't let Jane do a thing for herself. All the little brunette could do was stand there and smile while the big blonde who'd taken her under her wing toweled her dry, all over. Once again she paid particular attention to Jane's pussy, drying it very gently, very carefully as she knelt before her, water droplets gleaming on her lovely face, the light of lasting friendship shining in her deep brown eyes. If Jane had thought something was wrong about Audrey, she didn't think so now. She subsided contentedly on a hard wooden bench, knees clasped together, hands clasped over her nice clean pussy, and happily watched while Audrey dried that magnificent body of hers.

"Like what you see?" said Audrey, hands on her hips, feet planted wide apart, the very picture of a Hollywood sex queen who could outshine any shabby surroundings.

Jane looked her up and down with frank admiration, and said, "I just wish I had those titties, that's all."

Audrey's grin broadened, and she said, "Play your cards right and you can have more than that. Wrap that towel around you so's that trash don't see you and eat their hearts out And come with me to my boo-dwah."

Jane didn't know what a boudoir was, but she was quick to drape the towel around her body and be led along by her new friend. Audrey helped her along with a warm arm about her. Audrey's lovely big figure was undraped as they passed before the collective gaze of the other girls, but with a body like that, even Jane might not have been shy about showing it off a little.

They sat close together on the bed in the warm, snug room while Audrey fed Jane cookies and wine. It would be all right, Audrey assured her, and besides, that was all there was for dinner now that the kitchen had closed. They sat very close on the bed, constantly touching, chatting and giggling like old chums. And as close as they were and as naked as they were, Jane couldn't help but glance at Audrey's breasts from time to time.

And Audrey couldn't help but notice it. She looked down where Jane was looking and smiled a little sadly and said, "They're huge, aren't they? Too big. Ugly."

"Oh, no!" Jane was quick to say. "They're big, but they're sure not ugly. Gosh, any girl would be just as happy as she could be to have nice big ones like yours."

Audrey hefted one of her lovely big breasts and said, "That's what you think. Big jugs like mine are a curse, not a blessing. When you have 'em like I've got 'em, that's the first thing men see about you. And then they don't see any farther. They think of you as a playground in a bra, and that's all. They see tits like these and they don't think you've got a brain in your head. Honest, when I'm with a guy, I feel more like a prize cow than a girl."

"Raquel Welch has big ones and she's smart enough to be a big millionaire movie star."

Audrey sighed and said, "But mine are even bigger than hers. Just feel how heavy they are," she said, and lifted Jane's hand, and clasped it firmly to her breast.

"Gosh, they are big," said Jane, quite free to touch and explore the objects of her fascination. "But they're nice and firm, and they don't sag at all. They're so warm and smooth, I can see how a man would want to, you know, feel you up a little. But gosh, you can't blame them for wanting to touch something as nice as this. And it doesn't hurt you to let 'em do it a little."

A very discernible tremor rippled through Audrey's body and she snuggled closer to Jane, obviously glad to have found a sympathetic ear for what she felt was a real problem in her life. "Does it really feel good to play with 'em a little?"

"Oh, sure!" Jane assured her, amply demonstrating this with her little hand. "Big can be beautiful, and yours sure are. They're so white and smooth. And gosh, so warm. Look, see how pretty these pale blue veins are against the white? And gee, the ends, your nipples, they're the prettiest pink I ever saw in my life. As pink as a perfect sunset, but you can't touch a sunset."

"Christ, that's beautiful," Audrey said, and there was a tear in her eye as she took Jane's hand and kissed it, then pressed it still more warmly to her truly lovely big titties.

Embarrassed, but pleased she could help this overgrown girl who had befriended her, Jane went on, saying, "You know, you could probably make a lot of money posing for Playboy or one of those. Men would pay just to look at really pretty titties like yours. Heck, I just can't get enough of playing with 'em., Does it bother you?"

"No! Not at all. But you, you have the right kind of titties to have," said Audrey, and her big warm hand slid up from its place on Jane's knee to cover one of her much more diminutive but nevertheless lovely titties. "Your tits are just right, Janie. Not too big and not too small, and probably still growing a little bit. Gee, they're so delicate and sweet. I just love these nice little nipples," she said, fingering one of them, almost pinching it, and making Jane give a start at the electric sensation it gave her.

"Does that bother you?" Audrey asked. "Christ, I hope not. I've always wanted to have some titties just this size, and now I do, in a way. And I don't want you to take them away from me yet."

"Yes, uh, you have mine and I have yours… sort of," said Jane, feeling a little confused, but very pleasantly so, and not at all reluctant to go on with their wish-dreaming game.

They sat in silence for a time, each fondling and playing freely with the other's breasts. They were using both hands now, facing each other more directly, and they were smiling warmly at each other's increasingly intimate breast play. Jane had never felt quite so close to another girl in her whole life, and from the look in Audrey's eyes, this feeling was shared by the other girl. Jane wished it would go on forever, with never another care in the world.

At last Audrey giggled and said, "Looking at your titties, playing with 'em like this, I finally understand an old joke I heard."

"What is it? Tell me," said Jane, laughing with her, feeling wonderfully good.

Audrey shook her head. "I can't tell you. It's naughty."

"Please! Come on. Tell me. Oh, you meanie. C'mon, Audrey. Tell me or we won't be friends any more. Tell me or… or you can't play with my titties any more."

That did it. Not pausing in her breast play, Audrey said, "I heard someone say once that anything bigger than a mouthful on a girl is just a waste."

Audrey giggled again, Jane blushed and giggled, and then said, "Well, mine are a little bigger than that."

"Are they? Let's see," said Audrey, and licked her pink lips, and opened her mouth as she lowered her head.

What could Janie do? If she thought at all it was to think it wouldn't be right for Audrey to try to get her titty in her mouth, but then again it certainly wouldn't be right to end this lovely friendly time they were having together by making a fuss over such a little thing. And so she cooperated with her new friend, even sitting up straighter, and her reward was the feeling of warm moist lips encircling her very hard left nipple, taking in the delicate pink aureole, and indeed trying to engulf her entire little titty. It was a wickedly lovely sensation, made all the more intriguing by the sight of Audrey's lovely face at her breast, cheeks all sunken in, lips open wide and seeking more. It made Jane more than a little breathless, and it made her wiggle her torso in hopes that Audrey would succeed in getting a whole titty into her mouth. And this made Audrey hug her more closely, and then to Janie's delighted dismay, tickle her nipple with her tongue!