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Chapter 8

The fucking Janie had in Mr. Scantland's office was the last she'd enjoy for some time. Though she never thought it could happen to her, she soon became just another one of the girls, jealous of every new arrival, even more jealous of each new departure when a girl was placed in a foster home. And, like all the other girls, constantly yearning for Mr. Scantland.

She had Mm from time to time, but always on his terms. And these times were in his office after she'd committed some infraction of the rules. Nurse Frye was always there and usually there was another girl present. Frequently there was a male figure behind the draperies as well. Usually the girls were summoned to his office on appointment, giving them time to dress themselves in the uniform of the Agency, the little skirt and the see-through blouse, the tight lingerie and the high heeled shoes. This also gave the girls time to giggle and eagerly anticipate together, as if they were preparing for the Senior Prom, even though they knew they were in for a good whipping. Jane never got to the point where she enjoyed the whippings as Audrey and some of the other girls did, but she surely did enjoy the blow jobs she gave to Mr. Scantland after the whippings were done.

Janie was good at it. All the girls were good at sucking off Mr. Scantland but Janie thought she truly excelled at it, if only because she loved it so. Just the thought of having his stiff dick in her mouth would sustain her through the most severe strappings. At first she would look forward to a good fucking while she was^ being whipped and made to do things with the other girl in the room, but that never happened after the first time. Mr. Scantland, it seemed, preferred to fuck the new girls. Only one girl in the Agency had been fucked by him more than five times, and that was Audrey, and she'd been there for over a year and didn't enjoy fucking all that much anyway.

Most of the other girls sure did. That was just about all they talked about while they were laying around the dormitory or doing their chores around the Agency. Of course none of them talked about it after they'd been placed by the Agency. They'd all been impressed with the importance of keeping their good times there a secret, and besides, as Mr. Scantland and Nurse Frye pointed out, no one would believe them anyway. But they talked about it among themselves an awful lot, and they talked about different techniques of cocksucking, and this made them pretty horny most of the time. It seemed to Janie she was constantly running around with a pussy that was at least a little bit itchy and considerably wetter than it ever had been before she came to the Agency. Looking at the boys didn't help at all. They were separated except at meal times and under Nurse Frye's dose scrutiny then, so it was extremely rare for any of the boys and girls there to get together for even a quick screw. The girls sure wanted to. So did the boys. There was a lot of eye-fucking going on, but that was the extent of it. The obvious way to get some relief and fun at the same lime was with another girl, and getting caught at this invariably led to a discipline session in Mr. Scantland's office. Most of the girls agreed that Mr. Scant-land got off from watching two girls fooling around like that. If so, Janie was glad that he did, because that made his cock all the harder and his balls all the more full. She'd do her best to excite him in his office because that made for all the more jizm she could have when she finally got to suck him off at the end of things. All the girls doted on it so much, and it was a shame they had to share it because there was always two and sometimes three girls present It was exciting just to suck him off, kneeling there before his desk with another girl, finger-fucking each other while they both licked and kissed his hard dick, taking turns sucking on it. But there never was enough of his cum for both of them, it seemed. Jane thought about getting in trouble with some newcomer, knowing that she might be able to suck him off all by herself during the inevitable discipline session, but Audrey got all the new girls and therefore most of Mr. Scantland's jizm. Janie thought and thought about how she might get to suck him off again all by herself, and maybe even get him to fuck her, and at last she came up with a plan.

She'd been at the Agency for about a month by then, with no sign of being placed in a foster home. She'd been through nine discipline sessions during this time, each one a little different, which wasn't nearly enough. She devised her plan after observing the routine of things, and although it was simple enough, she felt very bold and daring as she carried it out.

First she made it a point to be invited to spend the night in Audrey's room, which wasn't too hard with the help of all she'd learned at the Agency. Once there she had a rousing good time with the dormitory boss, heightened by her involvement with her plan. And during the night she saw to it that Audrey had a good deal of wine to drink. Just as Janie had hoped, Audrey fell asleep early, giving Jane the time to get into her chest of drawers and take out a complete uniform in her size from the several sizes that were there. This she hid under the mattress of her bunk, whereupon she crept back into Audrey's bed to wakeup with her in the morning to finish their fun.

The very next day Jane hid skirt, shoes, blouse and undies under the baggy jeans and sweat shirt she'd been given to wear, and the things were there when she and the other girls were marched to the cafeteria for lunch. They had to march past the main entrance of the Agency on their way to and from lunch. On the way back, Janie slipped out of line and darted into the room by the front door marked Men. She waited till after lunch because she might have to wait a long time for Mr. Scantland to come in, since hunger would have made her waiting all the harder. The waiting wasn't too easy as it was.

There were two urinals and two toilet booths in the bathroom. Janie went into one of the booths, quickly took off all her clothes, and dressed in the uniforms the girls wore during their discipline sessions, attire which she knew Mr. Scantland found appealing. Then she opened her blouse to fully expose her pushed up titties and nipples and she pushed her pink panties down to her calves and sat down on the toilet seat. Her plan was to wait until Mr. Scantland came in and then let him catch her masturbating. This was an infraction of the rules and she'd be in for a discipline session with Audrey, but with any luck, she'd have Mr. Scantland all to herself in the men's room for a while.

The waiting was harder than she'd expected, but she was prepared to wait all night if necessary. The more she pictured him catching her, the wetter and itchier her pussy got, making it very difficult to keep from starting her masturbation too early and simply wearing herself out. She felt like she could rub her hot twat for two hours straight, but she might have to wait longer than that for him. If a stranger came in she'd remain quiet behind the closed door, but she just knew it would be Mr. Scant-land who next used the lavatory. So she sat there, waiting, leaned back against the commode, legs parted as far as her panties would permit, waiting, nearly going crazy with it. She kept nervously rubbing her thighs and tummy, even played with her titties to make sure her nipples would be hard, and all it did was get her pussy wetter and hotter and make the minutes seem like hours. Just looking down at herself got her more worked up, but that was good, for the sight of her should then surely excite Mr. Scantland. She waited, stroking her thighs and tits and belly and hips, licking her dry lips and looking down at her throbbing pussy. It would have taken a month of constant cunt-licking to cool her down just then, but the job could be done with five minutes of Mr. Scantland's cock in her mouth, or thirty seconds of it in her cunt. She had one of her quick mental orgasms when the door at last briskly opened and there was a man in the mens' room with her. She had another when she peeped under the metal door and recognized Mr. Scantland's black shoes and pants standing before the nearest urinal.

"Mmmm. Oh-h-h. Ah-h-h-h." Janie moaned very softly as she started frantically frigging herself, though she felt like shouting at how good it felt to finally get her fingers flying in her cunt.

"Uh!" She had to bite her lip and hold back as she almost immediately experienced her first real orgasm, for at least a little subtlety was a part of her plan.

When she heard him start to piss she came again and moaned a little louder, for then she could feel the presence of his prick in the room, and it was wonderful. It was even better when he stopped pissing and the door of the stall was jerked open before her.

"Oh! Dear heavens, it's Mr. Scantland!" she cried, and made a pretense of trying to cover her thoroughly wet and swollen twat with her cupped hand.

"Jane!" he exclaimed. "What is the meaning of this outrage?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Scantland," she said, cringing backward, and at the same time writhing provocatively on the toilet seat. "I… I just couldn't help it."

He angrily advanced into the booth. Wonderful man! His dick was inside his pants but his fly was still open, and just that sight alone was enough to keep Jane's twat throbbing against her cupped hand. He snatched that hand away and brandished it before her face, saying, "You were masturbating in here, playing with your nasty little cunt. What are you doing in the men's rest room to begin with? And what are you doing in those clothes?"

He stood back with his arms folded to await her reply. Towering over her, with his face frowning and his fly open, he was the most wonderful man in the world to her. She couldn't hold her ass still on the toilet seat as she spoke to him. She itched and burned all over for him and she kept looking down at his crotch as she faltered her well rehearsed reply. "I couldn't help it, Mr. Scantland. I was… going to run away. I stole these clothes from Audrey's room. I got her to let me spend the night there. I sucked her off and sucked her off, I don't know how many times, and when she went to sleep I stole these things so I could have something to wear on the street. I know it was awful of me. I know how you hate it when two girls fool around together like that. But it was the only way I could think of to get out of here."

"You're not happy here?" he somberly said.

She looked straight at his crotch and licked her lips. If she wasn't mistaken, his cock gave a twitch. She looked down at her hand between her legs to be sure he'd see she was moving her fingers in her cunt again, and she said, "I like it here most of the time, but I get so… so horny I just can't stand it. Honest, Mr. Scantland, my poor little pussy's just wet and itchy all the time," she said, sadly looking down at her naked crotch, and showing him a very reddened clitoris from between two moving fingers. She leaned forward, face on a level with his cock and just a foot from it, and she said, "I think about it all day and I dream about it all night. I'm so horny all the time I just can't stand it. Even when I'm fooling around with some other girl, all I'm thinking about is what's inside your pants. So I decided to run away, find the first man I could and… and suck him off, make him fuck me. Oh, I was going to come back here, but I just had to get out long enough to get a prick, all to myself. I'm so bad."

There was a definite bulge in his pants now, a beautiful thing to see, as he said, "Indeed you are. You'll pay for this. Right now. Take off my belt."

"Yes, sir," she breathlessly murmured, and slipped to her knees before him, slid her hands up his pants to his belt buckle. She was rubbing his cockbulge with her forearms as she slowly opened his buckle. When he didn't stop her she began to kiss him there, and it was sheer heaven to have him like this, all to herself with his cock fully hard. She was blowing her hot breath through his woolen pants as she drew his belt from his belt loops, and now she looked supplicantly up at him and said, "Could I just see it once before you whip me, sir?"

He sighed and said, "You really are a horny bitch. I don't think there's a man alive who could keep your cunt happy. You know what I'm going to do about you? I'm going to bring my dog here and turn you over to him. He's a big, mean Boxer dog who loves cunt. He's got a big long tongue and a hot stiff prick, and he's going to lick your cunt and fuck it till it's raw. He's going to do it in front of all the other girls, just to show them what will happen to them if they try to run away."

"Yes, Mr. Scantland," she said, thrilled by the thought of even a dog's cock in her, but far more thrilled by Mr. Scantland's cock, big and bare and hot against her fevered cheeks and kissing lips.

Her plan was working! She could scarcely believe it! She held his dear cock in both hands while she sucked it and kissed it, fearful that he might take it away from her at any time, but still thrilled to the core at having it all to herself. She wanted to make it last forever but she knew she had to go on with it while she had him hot like this and so she tried to say things that might excite him while she was loving up his lovely prick.

"Oh, how I love this cock! Mmm, I can hardly wait for it to shoot and squirt in my mouth. My cunt's all blubbery hot and wet. I wish I was sitting on Audrey's face. If your dog was here right now I wouldn't mind at all if he fucked me. I'd help him do it. And I'd do anything in the world if you'd put even a little part of this big, hot cock in my nasty little cunt."

"I might. I will. UH!" he grunted, and his cock throbbed hard and began to shoot.

Wonderful thrills ripped through Jane's body but she didn't waste a drop of his jizm. It came out in heavy gouts, forcefully filling her mouth as he rocked back and forth, fucking her through her pursed lips. She tried to hold it in her mouth to savor its rich taste, but there was so much of it that she had to swallow it. It oozed and came and she oozed and came, overjoyed to have him like this, all to herself, not daring to think ahead to the possibility that he might fuck her too.

But all good things end, and Mr. Scantland wasn't made of jizm. She sucked him dry, didn't lose a drop, and she was still sucking when he drew his wet and softening prick out of her cum-smeared lips.

"Get out of here and get on your back on the floor if you want some more," he said, and Jane scrambled forward out of her panties, pussy throbbing very strongly.

She laid on her back on the cold tile floor, skirt up to her waist, legs wide apart. He stood between her legs, sneering down at her, milking his dangling dick with his hand. She writhed and arched up at it, panting, "Fuck me, Mr. Scantland, please fuck me! I'll always be good if you fuck me, always stay here and suck you off. I'll bring you new girls and put on the sexiest shows you ever saw and… OH! OH, NO!"

He was pissing on her! The dick he held in his hand was pouring forth a hot golden stream that splattered directly against Jane's open cunt, and it was making her cum again!

"UR-R-R-R-RGH! OH, NO-O-O-O-O-O!" she moaned, arching and shuddering upward against the thudding stream of pee, splaying her cuntlips wide with her fingers for more of it. He was cackling and chortling like a demon as he pissed on the helplessly orgasming girl, until both man and girl were brought up short by the startled voice behind him.

"Great leapin' horned frogs! Marion, lookit this!"

Mr. Scantland whirled about and Jane sat up to see a man and a woman gaping in the doorway of the lavatory, both in their late thirties. They advanced, looking irate, as Mr. Scant-land stuffed his prick back in his pants and blurted, "I can explain! It wasn't what it looked like. She… this girl… she's a nymphomaniac. What I was doing… it's a treatment recommend by the, uh, Federal Psychiatrist's Office. Don't look at me like that! I can prove every word I say!"

"You better get busy proving it, Mr. Scant-land," said the man, bunching Mr. Scantland's coat lapels in one large hand and shoving him firmly against the wall, "or you're in a heap of trouble. Marian, help that poor little gal up off the floor."

The slender brown-haired woman exhibited both strength and gentleness in assisting the very frightened Jane to her feet. She washed her and dried her at the sink while Mr. Scant-land stammered and whined and while the man apparently made ready to carry out his threat and break him in two. Jane was just as frightened for Mr. Scantland as she was for herself. She didn't know quite what to do and so she did nothing, and very soon Walter, Marian's husband, was marching Mr. Scantland to his office with Marian and Jane right behind them.

Scantland was pale and shaking as he got out the papers Walter demanded of him. A pen was thrust in his hand and Walter said, "You sign them papers right now and turn Jane White over to us, right now. We been coming here for months trying to get us a son or a daughter while you been pissin' on these poor orphaned children here."

"She was the only one! Really!" Scantland implored, hastily scrawling his signature.

Walter snatched up the papers and clutched Scantland's throat again, now saying, "She better be the only one. If we ever hear of you messin' around with any of the kids here, we'll be back, and you'll be in real trouble."

"Amen," said Marian, and Jane left the Youth Advantage Agency with her new foster parents.