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.
She was seated on a three-legged stool, black-haired head nestled against the side of a red and white cow, humming a little song as she pulled the teats that squirted rhythmically into a bucket of foaming milk. She was as tan as a walnut and he could see quite a bit of that tan for all she had on was a pair of very brief and ragged cut-off jeans and very form-fitting white tank top. A broad shaft of early morning sunlight illuminated her every contour, her every feature. She had the sweetest, prettiest face imaginable, and though it somehow looked familiar to Tim, he knew he had never seen her before because it was a face he could never forget. She was so very pretty, so young and sweet and innocent-looking that he was almost ashamed to look at her figure, but that part of her was so very well constructed that there was no way he could help himself. Nice little titties, high and firm, well rounded but with absolutely intriguing points poking at the thin fabric of her top. A delicately tiny waist when seen in profile, and a superbly rounded fanny that fit just perfectly on her milkmaid's stool. Her complexion was the finest. It shone like burnished gold in the sunlight. This innocent maiden, this lovely young farmer's daughter was obviously so good and pure that a man like Tim shouldn't be within ten miles of her. And he was just about to turn and trudge on down the road again when for the second time she stopped him in his tracks, this time by standing up, stretching, turning toward him, smiling out rays of her own kind of sunshine.
"Hi. Good morning. My name's Jane. What's yours? Are you just passing by? Lost? Or what? Gee, isn't it a great day? I've just been milking my folks' cow. I guess you saw me. Would you like a drink of nice warm milk? It couldn't be any fresher. Have all you want Of it. Join us for breakfast if you'd like. What's your name?"
"T-T-Tim!" he blurted, and he took the offered bucket and drank deeply from it before he could go on to confess that he was an escaped institution inmate, a sex pervert whose penis was rising in his pants despite his best efforts, simply because he couldn't take his gaze from the girl.
She giggled and pointed a delicious little forefinger at him, and she said, "You're dribbling cream. And that's the part I like best."
He choked and spluttered on the warm milk while she considerately brushed him off, and incidentally gave him the shock of his life by accidentally brushing her little hand over the terrible bulge in his trousers.
"Do you play? Is that a harmonica in your pocket?" she said, and the shock was even greater when she squeezed the knob of his prick.
She realized what she'd done then, realized what she'd touched, poor thing, and in her great consternation she staggered backwards into the barn, saying, "Oh my goodness! You didn't come here to rape me with that big thing, did you? Oh, please don't sir! I'll just give myself to you. My folks always told me, they're not at home just now, that it's better to give a man a little of yourself than it is to get all hurt and bruised trying to defend yourself. Please! Wait! I'll even take off my clothes for you."
Tim didn't even realize he was teetering forward into the barn as the sweet, frightened girl disrobed. He would have stopped her, explained that he wasn't a rapist, but words would have failed any man when confronted with beauty as he was seeing. Flawless was the only word to describe Jane in her nudity, and hopelessly exciting was the only way to describe her as she lay back on a pile of sweet hay, arms and legs akimbo, masking her fear behind the sweetest of smiles. Tim took off Freddie's clothes and tossed them, unseen, into a pile of rich green cow manure.
"I don't mean to hurt you," he said, feet creeping him ever closer to the tanned girl all spread out on the golden hay. "I promise I won't."
"But it looks so big," she said, and she sat up, and she took his prick in her little warm hand. "And it looks so fucking good," he thought he heard her murmur, just before she took it in her mouth.
"Oh, no," he moaned, panting already, already holding back from creaming, right in her virgin mouth! "You don't have to do that. Really. You don't know what it does to a man. If you'll just lie back again… If you'll just let me put it in your little pussy for a minute, then I'll go… o-o-o-oh! Stop, you don't have to do that! Just let me get it close to your pussy… You're not listening to me! You're just… sucking… my cock, making it feel… so fucking good I'm gonna sho-o-o-o-ot!!!"
He couldn't help himself at that point. Heaven help him, he hauled back and fucked the poor girl right in the mouth, shooting stream after hot stream of pent-up jizm through her wonderfully suctioning lips, down her gulping gullet, appalled at how marvelous it made him feel, but shocked at himself for letting her scoop up a drooling driblet from the corner of her mouth and stuff it inside with her finger. Eyes closed against the hated sight of him, she nevertheless sucked every bit of his cock and his jizm into her mouth till there was just no more jizm in him, and then she fell back on the hay, so overcome by the dreadful experience that she was smiling, actually smiling.
"I'm sorry," Tim moaned. "So sorry. I didn't mean for you to do that. Gosh, it must've tasted just awful."
She licked her pretty lips and said, "You know it wasn't bad? I guess it felt really good for me to have my mouth on you. You know, down there," she said, and her little hand went to her little cunt, and it moved all around there and it opened the pretty pink lips of it so that Tim just couldn't help but get down and kiss it a little.
A little led to a lot. For both of them. It only lasted for a few minutes, but in that time Tim felt sure he'd repaid her for the awful experience she'd gone through in kissing his prick, and at the same time it kept his prick just as hard as when he'd first seen her. This was understandable, for the taste of her cunt was exquisite. It had nothing to do with his empty stomach. She simply tasted so good he couldn't stop, not even when she was thrashing up the hay and shouting out her joy, not until she'd asked him twice to put it in her, please put it in her!
And that was sheer insanity for him, and apparently for her as well. She was so tight and slippery slick and warm that he started cumming again the moment he was in her, but then instead of it reaching a quick peak and diminishing, his ejaculation just went on and on, without end, mounting higher and higher with every deep stroke into her wildly thrashing body until something had to break in both of them.
And it was laughter, simple laughter that simultaneously broke in both of them. One moment they were fully and completely involved in highly energetic fucking, and the next they were ringing the old barn's rafters with their laughter, rolling about on the hay until even the cow joined in with a moo.
They lay hand-clasped on the hay and just sighed for a while then, and it was Janie who finally spoke. "I've seen you before, Timmy. It was at lunchtime one day at the Youth Advantage Agency. You were peeling potatoes."
"Uh-huh. I ran away last night. I saw you there too. In Mr. Scantland's office with a really cute black girl. I remember you now."
"That was you behind the drapes?"
"Uh-huh. What a show that was. I creamed all over the drapes. Couldn't help it."
"I remember. I sure needed this that day," she said, and took hold of his prick, warm and soft and sleeping, but very lightly. "You'll like it here," she went on. "Walter and Marian are very very nice people. They won't turn you in. They know what an A-hole Mr. Scantland is."
"They don't know what an A-hole Nurse Frye is, but I could sure tell 'em. She had a pussy that smelled like an out house, and just about as big, too. But yours…," he said, and gently covered that humid part of her with his hand. "We ought to go inside," he said, without a great deal of conviction. "Your foster folks will get worried."
She giggled and squeezed his cock nicely. "If they do, they'll come looking for me. And if they find us like this they just might join us. Gosh, I never knew farm people were so into fucking and sucking and things. Marian'll be so glad you came here. Between the two of us we've just about got Walter worn out. I bet you she'll be so glad she'll take you right to bed with her. And she's good in bed. I've seen her in action. Something else."
"I dunno," said Tim, "but I don't think I want to make it with anybody but you for a while, Jane."
She thought on that and said, "For a while I guess." Then she sat up on an elbow, looked down at him, and said, "But there are an awful lot of people here on this earth, and all of them like sex, and all of them are different. Is it so wrong" to think about doing it with just lots and lots of them in your life, and having a good time every time you do it? Is that so wrong?"
"Mm-m-m-m. I guess not. But I sure do want to do it with you some more. Lots more!"
She nodded vigorously, seriously. And then she lay back smiling, and she said, "Another thing before we go in for breakfast. What do you think about going back to the Agency for a visit now and then? You know, work with the new kids. And visit old friends."
"Like Mr. Scantland?"
"Sure. And my old friend Audrey, Little Audrey."
"Maybe so. I sorta worry about Nurse Frye already. And there was a new guy there, name of Freddie, who's gonna have trouble getting along with the way things are there. I'd like to see how he's doing some time."
"Some time soon?"
"Well, pretty soon. And I wonder if that real cute black girl I saw you with is still there.