Doris was a normal healthy girl. She had even been married once. She had tried every form of sex, but what she liked most was what little virgin boys could give her. How convenient that she worked in that section of the hospital where all the little boys slept in their little beds clad only in those skimpy little tunics.
Doris had never imagined that a hospital could be so much fun. Neither had the little boys in her care. Particularly little Andy Coron, a twelve-year-old fellow who had an inordinantly large wang for a boy of his age. All he really needed was a firm older woman to show him how to use it. After all, if he was already old enough to play with himself, he was certainly old enough to fuck.
But where there is a healthy girl like Doris who has latched onto a good thing, people are bound to become jealous. And Andy's penis was such a good thing. It was inevitable that the other nurses would want him too.
There was Rhonda, for example. As soon as she watched Andy and Doris consummate their physical desire on an operating table, Rhonda knew she wanted to have the boy, too.
And there was Dr. Landes, a gay old doctor whose heart had been broken by little boys about as often as his phallus had been satisfied by them. He was harmless. He was just an aging fag doctor who wanted a few rolls in the supply closet with Andy.
But no one had ever seen the likes of nurse Renetta Sharborne. A cruel and haughty bitch was she. When little Andy's friend Ronnie failed to satisfy her, she took her rage out on little Andy. And she swore to operate on him. "He'll be a little girl when I'm finished with the surgery," she swore.
Perhaps no one believed her until Andy was abducted from his bed and disappeared completely from the hospital. What horrors and what pleasures the nurses drew from that
CHAPTER ONE
The boy had only broken his arm. His more important member was fully intact. And that's all that Nurse Doris Barker cared about. After all, a nurse who loved little boys more than nature had intended knows a good little peter when she sees one.
The boy's name was Andy Coron. He was twelve years old. And when he broke his arm in a Little League game, he never imagined that it was the turning poim of his life. For the broken arm was just the ticket he needed to start off a full and potent sexual career.
Boys are potent early in life. That's why they should learn to fuck as soon as the penis begins to erect, or the few straggly little black hairs appear around their fleshy genitals. Doris was an excellent teacher.
Andy had been hit by a broken bat in a Little League game. The bat had split in half upon impact against a ball. The top of it had splintered off and flown through the air. It hit Andy on his tender young elbow with a resounding thud. And had gripped his arm and began to cry his boyish tears. A group of fat old mothers and fathers crowded around him. One father, a doctor, felt the boy's arm and pronounced it as broken.
So off to Rittenhouse Hospital with the crying little Andy.
At the hospital, all the doctors and nurses were wonderful to the small boy. His arm was re-set in a cast and then the cast was set. He was very comfortable again as he began to spend the night in the hospital. His arm was numb and he was very tired.
That's when Nurse Doris saw him.
Doris had a thing for young boys. To be more specific, Doris like the little fresh penises that young boys had to offer. She was thirty. And her former husband was a doctor. He had divorced her because he kept catching her in bed with boys of a progressively younger age. It pissed the living hell out of him because Doctor Barker was a latent faggot and his wife was getting all the little boy-cock. It made him jealous so he divorced her.
When Andy's arm was set all his baseball uniform was taken off and he was put into a little white sterile tunic. Andy didn't like it because it felt like a dress. Besides, as he lay in the hospital bed he kept thinking that anyone who walked in the room would be able to look right up that tunic and see his balls.
Andy was right, of course. All the nurses could see his balls. During the day nothing happened. But at night ... well, there were more than a few deviant nurses in the teenage ward at Rittenhouse Hospital. It just happened that Doris got to him first.
Doris was the night nurse and Andy had to spend the night in the hospital for observation. The doctors knew the boy had suffered a few internal bruises from the flying bat and they wanted to watch them and the newly set arm for a few hours.
It was lucky for Doris. For she felt like a nice young penis that night.
"Andy?" Any heard a voice saying to him as he slept in that hospital bed. Andy's parents had put him up in a single hospital room at the cost of forty dollars a night. For that price, Daddy Barker should have come to help himself to a nurse, too.
"Andy?" Doris repeated. She shook the sleeping boy and he opened his eyes groggily. He was tired, but nevertheless a very cute little boy. Brown hair in a long Prince Valiant type cut. Little dark eyes and a nice tan. It was just that awful white case on his arm and that ugly tunic that kept him from looking like a little prince.
"Well," thought Doris. 'The tunic can be removed, but the cast can't!"
Andy rubbed his little eyes and looked into the kindly face of Doris, Doris was an attractive woman with blue eyes and brown hair and perfectly formed breasts which could be seen tightly tucked beneath that all-white nursing uniform.
"Yes?" answered the boy as he rubbed his eyes again at the pretty nurse. She smiled to him and he smiled back. He liked her immediately because she was a pretty big girl.
"Andy," she said tenderly to the twelve-year-old boy. "I have something very important to discuss with you," she said.
"What is it?" he asked. And he appeared scared. Poor young boy. The nurse would have to put him at ease. All these medical people were scaring him.
"May I close the door?" she asked.
"Okay," he said. "I don't care."
She closed the door and clicked it shut from the inside. "Now we're locked in," she said. "Just the two of us."
"Did I do something bad?" he asked.
"Goodness, no," she said. "It's just that, well, I have the need to talk to a little man such as yourself."
"A little man?" he asked.
"That's right, Andy," she said as she sat her svelte uniformed figure down on the side of his bed. "A little man."
The boy liked the term. His buxom and hatchet-faced mother always called him a boy and treated him like a little baby. And shit! He was already peeping through the window at night to see his sister's bare breasts when she changed to her nightgown. And he'd been jacking off for three months.
"Nobody ever calls me a little man," he said.
"It's about time everyone did," she said. "As a matter-of-fact, that's why I came in here to see you."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because," she began. "Well...."
"Yes?" he asked.
"Well, Andy," she said, placing her hand on his tanned left knee right where it protruded from his hospital tunic. "Well, Andy, the nurse has to know whether you've started to play with your watering can yet."
The boy was silent, a little shocked and scared. His watering can! The nurse was asking him about his nubile little penis. And Andy was scared to even walk around the locker room after gym with it exposed. He was a shy little twelve-year-old about the affairs of the penis! And this strange but pretty woman in a hospital uniform was asking him about his little worm. He blushed!
"I dunno," he said quickly and trying to avoid the question. He lowered his eyes and his cheeks turned a flaming crimson.
"Sure you do," Doris said. She moved her hand up the boy's knee an inch. He felt it moving toward his peter and his cheeks were burning hot they were so red. "It's okay," she said in a very feminine and understanding voice. "All little men play with their penises until they get a chance to use them."
"Do you find me attractive, Andy?" she asked.
Andy looked down at her and gazed at her legs. They were very lady-like. Andy had jerked off over pictures of naked ladies with legs as nice. The only thing that Andy wondered about was whether or not ladies had hair between their legs. He'd soon know.
Doris pulled her skirt up her legs and stopped it just below her crotch as she caught Andy looking down at her legs.
"Do you find me attractive, Andy?" she asked.
"I dunno," he said. The boy was embarrassed. He didn't know what to do about this beautiful nurse. Was this how sex was supposed to happen?
"Come now, Andy," she said in a voice that was a bit more stern. "You must tell the nurse if you find her attractive. Didn't your mommy and daddy tell you to obey everyone while you're in the hospital?"
"Yes," he said meekly.
"Then answer me. I won't hurt you. In fact, I love you very much."
"You're very pretty," he said.
"Thank you, Andy," she said demurely. "I think you're a very handsome young man."
"Thanks," he said.
"Have you ever seen a nurse naked?" she asked.
"No," he said slowly.
"Would you like to see me naked?"
The boy blushed again, but he nodded his young head. Yes, indeed. He did want to see her naked.
She began to unbutton her white uniform. He gazed intently on the blouse as it opened and revealed the white bra over her breasts. His young penis was beginning to erect. It wasn't very hairy yet, but it nevertheless was having no trouble erecting.
"I have lovely nipples," she said. "I think I should show them to you."
The boy nodded again. His little wang was no longer little. It was getting stiffer and stiffer, just like it often got in his most recent dreams. It wasn't unusual for Andy to wake up and feel a little wet puddle in his pajama bottoms. His wet dreams were more and more frequent. And this night episode with nurse Doris was more and more resembling one of his better wet dreams.
Doris slipped completely out of her white nurse's dress and took off her hat. She had already removed those sterile white stockings in the next room. All that was left was a white bra, white panties, and those awful white nursing shoes. She kicked them off quickly and slid them under Andy's bed.
"Now tell me whether you've been playing with your peter," she said. "I need to know."
She sat down again and replaced her hand on his leg. It was farther up his strong, tan little leg than ever before. It was even pushing up the tunic and heading for his balls and prong.
"I ... I play with it a lot," he said finally. He was more at ease with the pretty woman now that she was out of that sterile white uniform. He was looking at her soft skin and the tan she tried to get during her days off at the beach.
"Does your little peter orgasm when you play with it?" she asked.
"Orgasm?" he repeated.
"Does a sticky little fluid spurt out?" she said, rephrasing her question.
He nodded.
"It must feel good when it spurts out," she said.
He nodded again. "It does," he affirmed.
"You must rub it with your hand," she said.
"Yes," he said. "I rub my little peter hard and it spurts off."
"Well," she said. "If you're old enough to be playing with your peter, then perhaps its time for a woman of experience to show you how to use it properly."
"Properly?" he repeated.
"The penis is for putting into a woman," she said. "And I'm going to show you exactly how it's done."
Andy gripped the bottom hem of his tunic as she began to reach under it for his penis.
"You needn't be afraid," she said. "It won't hurt. It only hurts for little girls the first time. For little men it's very, very pleasing."
He released his grip and let her slowly pull his tunic up and over his head.
Nurse Doris, seated there in bra and panties, pulled the white tunic off the young boy and threw it away from the bed. Then she looked down at his young genitals.
The boy's face was crimson with embarrassment over his huge erection.
"My, but you're big!" she said in sincere admiration. She'd never seen a twelve-year-old hung so well. The boy, a mere five and a half feet in height, had a pecker of a good eight inches. Never had one so small been hung with one so big! At least never in the memory of Doris Barker. And she had seen and had dozens of young penises in her day.
"I'm sorry," he said shyly.
"Sorry!" she said. "Don't be sorry. Be glad. A wang like that will make many little girls very happy over the next fifty years. Including me!"
"But you're not a little girl," he said. "You're a woman!"
"I'm a nurse," she corrected him. "And I'm going to teach you to use yourself. It's time that someone in the field of medicine taught you how to use it properly."
His little crotch area, penis and balls included, was white-skinned. The rest of him was very tan. She could see the contrast of where the boy's little bottom had been shielded from the sun by his bathing trunks.
"Nothing can shield that little dick now," she thought to herself. And she had an intense urge to take that big young penis into her mouth.
The nurse leaned over the boy and pushed him back on the bed. Then she slowly lowered her wet lips down toward his erect penis. She glanced up and saw the anxious look on the boy's face.
"Don't worry," she said. "You're going to like this very, very much."
And she took his little hairless balls in her cupped palms. She felt the little nuts squirm beneath her gentle grip. And then she planted a kiss right on the tip of his erect little fleshy penis.
"I kiss it because I love it," she said to him. "I'm like most women. I love penis."
She saw him smile weakly at her. Then she looked back down to his penis. She flicked the darting tip of her tongue into the little orifice on the tip of his rod. The tongue darted into the little crevice and scooped out a few sticky little drops of pre-come moisture.
"That's very tasty, you know," she said as she smacked her lips over it. 'The juice from little men is actually quite sweet and delicious."
Andy didn't buy that completely. He had jerked off many times and was in the habit of often sniffing or tasting his come after he'd spurted it onto his hands. He thought it tasted rather bitter, even if it did have an intriguing smell and origin. But the fact was that his little peter sure felt good being held and licked so carefully by the almost naked nurse. So Andy wasn't about to say anything that would wreck things.
Doris took a hard look at Andy's penis. There were a few hairs on the balls, but not very many. Around the base of the penis were a few more hairs. Doris could see that the youngster's garden was just beginning to burst into bloom. It was just this type of penis which, she insisted, maintained the hardest erections and spurted out the sweetest come.
"Now Andy," she said. "I have to show you something very important about your penis."
"Yes, nurse?" the boy said. He was eager to learn from this lovely lady.
"There is a vein on the underside of your penis," she said. "It's very sensitive to the most intimate of touches. Please," she said sternly and lovingly, "pay close attention to what I do."
The boy watched her carefully as she brought her mouth down on his penis again. He could see her soft pink lips press against the underside of his penis's head. And he felt a soft and sensual sucking on the underside of his swollen penis.
"Oh, nurse," said the boy. 'That feels so very good."
"It should," she said. "All through your life you must have women do this to your penis. That way you will always be a happy man."
And then he watched as her tongue gently protruded from her mouth. With the firm tip of her tongue she started to swish her tip back and forth across the penis's most sensitive underneath spot. Then she ran the tip of her tongue quickly up and down that long blue vein on the underside.
"Oh, Miss Doris," he said.
"Do you like that, young man?" she asked, taking time out from her duties to speak to the boy.
"Oh, yes," he said.
"You be a good boy and I'll do wonderful things for you," she said. And she ran her tongue down the vein again. Down and back, down and back until Andy's little prick was practically ready to spurt off into the lovely nurse's eyes.
Then she dropped her whole mouth gently over the swollen head of the penis. How she enjoyed lying there with her face in Andy's young crotch. How she loved that bare white little triangle which had been hidden from the tanning photons of the sun.
His penis was firm and hard in her mouth.
And as she cupped her hands around his nuts to perform the loving act of fellation upon the twelve-year-old, she felt him spread his legs wide to give her maximum access to his genitals.
How she loved the genitals of such a boy! She wouldn't be satisfied until she caught some of his come by the mouth and by the cunt!
"Please, Miss Doris," he whined as she rasped her darting tongue across that sensitive spot underneath his prick again. "Please don't stop."
"How could I stop?" she said. "Andy, I can't stop when I'm sucking on the boy I love."
"Love?" he repeated as his peter was ready to burst with the sticky juice of his desire.
"Love," she said. "I love anyone who'll give me a stiff hunk of boycock!"
She grasped his balls with a firm grip and she began to stroke methodically up and down on his penis, sucking very hard on the head and never stopping with her tongue. She knew she had Andy under the firm rule of her tongue. She knew because he was humping his little groin up and down against the firmness of her mouth. Andy knew how it was done. He wanted to come ... in her mouth.
"Would you like me to show you how a suck off is completed?" she asked, letting his penis slide from her mouth for merely an instant.
"Please," the boy begged. "Please make me come!"
Doris reached to her bra and brought it up over her head. Then she reached for her panties as the boy admired the firm little rosy nipples which crowned those white breasts. She slid to perform the loving act of fellatio upon the twelve-year-old, she felt him spread his legs women do have a large amount of hair between their legs.
He looked at her hairy crack. He had never seen a mature vagina before. He found it embarrassing that anyone would have all that hair without a penis hanging out of it. But before he could lose his erection, the nurse set in for the total conquest of his boycock.
She climbed onto the bed with him and straddled his legs. She sat her bare pussy down on his insteps and leaned her head forward. He watched her carefully and knew what was about to happen.
She cupped her palms again around his nuts. Then she lowered her face to his erect prong and let her brown hair hand down around his balls. He felt the hair around his genitals. He was practically ready to come at that moment. But the thrills were still in store for him.
She pressed her breasts onto his legs in leaning over him. He felt those pebble hard little nipples against his legs and then the wet, warm mouth descended again on his swollen penis head.
"Oh," he sighed. "Please Nurse Doris," he said. "Please make it happen."
She bobbed her lips up and down again on his swollen blue veined penis. The twelve-year-old boy could no longer control his budding manhood. He felt that intense sense of desire and urgency deep in his balls.
She held the balls tight and rasped her tongue up and down and around the cock. She felt it stiffen to its full length and she tickled the orifice with the tip of that lovely tongue of hers.
He felt as if she was devouring his helpless bare young penis. And he let his feelings go and began to come right in her mouth.
When she felt him coming she sucked as hard as she could. The boy moaned as the sperm shot up and out of his uncontrolled and undisciplined young penis. It felt as if she was sucking the come right up from deep in his nuts. In fact, she was.
He was a potent little boy. He hadn't beaten off in several days so he had lots and lots of, as called his manhood stored up in his balls. He felt her brown hair around his genitals, and an eruption of sorts beginning.
He blasted into her mouth with long hard spurts which must have numbered ten or twelve. It was better than any old wet dream and it sure was keener than jacking off, too. And what a little man Andy felt like as she caressed his prick as it became rubbery again.
She moved her lips up and down again on his swollen blue veined penis. The twelve-year-old little league. They'd all wish they'd broken their arms!
Andy looked at Doris as he panted on the bed. She had drained him. Then she gulped audibly enough for him to hear.
"I swallowed your sperm," she said with a big girlish smile. "It tasted very good."
"I ... I liked that," he said, admitting what she already knew.
"Of course," she said. "You have a very good penis. That's why you will enjoy sex. Right now I'm going to teach you how to shoot your spermies into a woman's cunt."
"Will that make you pregnant?" he gasped. "I don't want to be a daddy!"
"You won't," she said. "But first I have to make you a hard little boy again."
Doris talked to Andy for several minutes. Andy explained that his daddy was a very wealthy man who worked at the bank as a vice president and lived out in the suburbs. Doris bore it all in mind. Then she began to tell Andy erotic stories.
"Would you like to hear a story about a man and a woman naked wrestling in a pit of big slithering snakes?" she asked him as she replaced her hand on his penis.
"Snakes?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, beginning to rub his penis softly. Her hands couldn't compare with the delicate softness of the fellatio she had just performed. But they were making his little penis get long and rubbery again. And the long and rubbery stage was the one which immediately precedes the huge tumescent. All out erection!
Doris looked at that young penis again. She admired the few straggly black hairs on it, but basically she didn't like any hair on young penises.
"My goodness, Andy," she said. "Did the doctors forget to shave your little watering can?"
"Shave it?" he repeated.
"My goodness, yes!" she insisted. "Hairs on your balls are unclean. They have to be removed. It's just lucky that I'm a nurse."
"Can you remove them for me?" the boy asked anxiously.
"I can try," she said. And she went up and looked in a bureau for scissors or some cutting device. The boy looked intently at her rounded and bobbing buttocks as she walked with her back to him.
"No scissors," she concluded as she looked through all the available drawers. "I'll just have to remove those ugly little hairies in the most intimate and special way, Andy."
"What's that?" he asked.
"I'll bite them off," she said.
She saw his little ding-dong give a twitch and a wiggle as the thought hit him. Then she slowly walked back to the bed where he lay, her eyes fixed intently on his penis the entire way.
And just as the boy's penis was the focus of her attention, he glared at that fine bush of hair between her legs. He wasn't old enough to know exactly what he was supposed to do with it, but he knew there was something. And he also knew that that intense internal feeling was returning to his penis. His dork was puffing up again. He looked down at it and then alternated his gaze between the tuft of hair between her legs and the swollen member rising like a big needle between his legs.
She slowly sat down again on the bed and dropped her mouth right toward his genitals. Then she re-assumed the same position as before, the one where she brought her pussy down over his knees and squatted down on his legs. Her breasts pushed right into the area on his upper legs. Her hair hung in a soft brown curtain around his nuts and her mouth found the head of his penis very quickly.
The boy started to moan again. His penis was being sucked and sucked very nicely. What a wonderful nurse this Doris was to turn him on to sex like this! Were all nurses like this?
But she had something in mind more than sucking on his member again. With her teeth she dropped her mouth to the little hairs at the base of his prick. She took the hairs into her mouth and carefully bit them at the base. Each time she bit it chopped off two or three of those awfully little hairies. And each time she bit, it gave him a little sensation in the genitals.
"That feels funny," he said.
"Your penis is very sensitive," she said. "So it's important that you soon learn how to fuck."
"I think I'd like to," he said. "It's really very easy," she said. "But first I must introduce you to a cunt."
"You mean you...."
"Yes," she said as she gave him a tender little kiss on the head of the penis, a kiss that included a brisk rasp of the tongue on his cock's underside. "My hairy little snatch," she said modestly.
She took his hand to introduce him to her cunt. Not every young man of twelve gets such a good guided tour. But they all should. After all, little boys come out of cunts and they eventually will want to get back into them. So what's wrong with a naked and beautiful nurse giving guided tours to boys as soon as they can get up a stiff erection?
"This is the clitoris," she said, holding his finger in her wet hairy snatch and placing the tip of his index finger right on the head of her button. "It is also called the clit. It is the key to fucking."
"Why, Nurse Doris?" he asked.
"Because, you handsome young man," she began, "no girl can resist having her little clitoris stroked by a little boy's finger. If you ever meet a tight pussied girl whom you wish to shoot your sperm into, just get your finger onto her clitoris. It will be hard for her to say no then," she explained.
The boy nodded. Doris looked at his wang.
It was bigger than ever now and she admired how well she had bitten the hair off it to make it practically bald.
"I don't know how some women let themselves be fucked with big hairy penises attached to wizened old genital bags," she thought to herself. And didn't she have a point? Hair is ugly in the crotch area. A penis with no hair on it is so much more pleasing. That's why little boys have such appeal to a growing number of women.
"These are the outer labia," she said, guiding his hands back to the hairy wet outer lip . "And this is the inner labia," she said, bringing his searching curious fingers back down into her. "Now I want you to slide your two forefingers into that little hole."
The boy pushed in with his hand. Slowly his fingers slid into her vagina. She moaned and be an to rotate her pussy over his fingers.
"Do you like this?" he asked naively.
"Oh, very much, Andy," she said. "I love what you're doing to me very, very much."
And then she brought her lips down on the boy's mouth. She forced his mouth open and explored with that long wise tongue of hers the inner recesses of the boy's tongue and mouth. She moaned and rotated her cunt on his fingers. And with her right hand she began to stroke his balls and his penis.
He was getting the idea. Twelve-year-old boys can learn quickly when they enjoy what they're doing. His penis was very, very hard.
And she wanted it inside of her.
She kissed him hard and felt him moan. She was taking a fingerful of sperm from the tip of his penis and using it to lubricate his prick's underside. Then she'd run her finger up and down the vein beneath his penis and feel his rod stiffen more and more. Doris loved working the night shifts at the hospital. It allowed her to relax and enjoy the company of the patients in the teenage ward.
"Now it's time to learn how to fuck, my little virgin love," she said in her soft and slightly husky voice.
"Do I put my penis into your cunt?" he asked.
"You're a very bright boy," she said. "How did you know that?"
"Mommy and Daddy told me something like that a few weeks ago," he said.
"You little dear," she said. "You know so much for such a handsome young man. I'm so glad to be the first to get your penis. Obviously, many girls will get it before you dry up."
"Do I lie between your legs?" he asked. He was scared of this moment because it was going to call upon him to perform. But she knew a better way to introduce him to the joys of coitus. It was the way in which she could do the work.
"We will use the female superior position, Andy," she said. "I'm going to sit down on my little love's erect penis."
He was silent.
She moved up the hospital bed and, like a good nurse that she was, took care not to bump the arm which had so recently been placed in a cast. Then she squatted again on her knees and moved into a position where the boy's little white penis was just below her pussy. Then Andy took her by surprise. He knew what he had learned so he ran his finger across her clitoris.
"Oh, yes, Andy!" she gasped in desire and in astonishment. "Oh, my little love."
And he rubbed hard across her clitoris and then swished his fingers all around it in a circular motion. She gasped again and their mouths locked in a passionate soul kiss as she leaned forward. As he continued to stroke near her clit she could take no more. So she pushed his hand away and slowly lowered her wet cunt onto his erect prong.
She felt the swollen head of the young boy's penis find its way into the hair of her snatch. Then, like a magnet, it slid into the right position between the interior lips.
"Oh, Andy," she gasped again. "Yes, my young lover, yes! You're so big and hard. Such a little man you are!"
"It feels so good," he sighed as he pushed his penis upward. And the head of his swollen prong pushed past the inner lips and entered her vagina. Then she let her hairy wet bottom glide down on his stick. She gasped and felt the orgasmic plateau rising fast. Then she bobbed her ass up and down on her lover's young stick. It was so hard! So very hard! Doris the Nurse marvelled on how such tender young penis can also be so tough and rigid.
The boy had much originality about fucking, particularly for a first timer. He remembered about that clitoris, the magic button in her cunt. So he looked for it with his good hand. Before she knew what he was doing, she found that the boy had his wang deep in her vagina but he was rubbing right on the head of her clit, too!
"Holy fucking shit, Andy!" she blurted out. "It's so wonderful. You're such a big balled little fucker! What a cock! What a cock for a twelve-year-old man!"
And she began to slam her ass up and down onto the boy's groin. The more she ground her wiggling cunt into him, the harder he pushed his cock up into her. He was far and away the best prick she had found in the ward. Up and down and up and down she slammed her cunt against his groin. She felt his balls bang against the outer folds of her pussy. But deep inside her ... deep, deep inside her cunt! ... she felt the tip of his extended young prick pushing all the way back against her cervix.
"Shit!" she gasped suddenly. "You little cock, you've got my cervix! You're pushing against my fucking cervix!"
The boy was confused and very nearly stopped fucking. He pulled his hand away from her clit and wrapped it around her, bringing it against her ass.
"Don't stop!" she gasped. "Come! Please come!"
The boy got the message and pushed harder than ever as she ground her cunt onto and around his prick and pressed it back into her cervix. Then he saw her boobs bouncing gracefully above him. He rose up and took her left nipple into his mouth. It drove her absolutely crazy!
He milked her tit and she began to orgasm. As the deep pelvic thrusts ripped in euphoria through her whole body, he could no longer control all the hot sap flowing through his penis.
"Come!" she panted again. "Andy, my lover! Please come! Shoot me with sperm!"
It was more than any twelve-year-old could take. His penis exploded into the thirty-year-old nurse. He spattered his hot juices against her cervix driving her to the further and greater bliss of many long sustained orgasmic blasts. She felt his hot juice against the base and innermost depth of her cunt and she yelped and screamed in frenzy.
Shit! How she loved boycock!
They pressed their genitals harder together. All of his seeds shot out in eight fiercely sharp hot spurts, spurts which to Andy seemed a hundred times more pleasurable than any wet dream or masturbatory ejaculation. The boy's penis had never been satisfied like Doris the Friendly Nurse was satisfying it. She was absolutely draining it.
He panted for his breath when it was over. She still sat on top of him as her juice and his come began to slowly drip back down her cunt's inside walls. She had orgasmed as never before. Her cunt had never been wetter.
Their bodies were a bit sweaty as she raised her cunt and let his penis withdraw and contract to its usual short length.
"I love you, Andy," she whispered to the boy as he eyed her pebble-hard post-orgasmic nipples. "And because I love you I'm going to wash your balls off."
She took his contracted penis in her mouth and scrubbed it for a few seconds. It made his cock feel good. Then she licked all the juice off his balls and out of the crack between his balls and his upper legs. Then she lay back on the bed with the boy in her arms.
"I ... I like sex very much," the boy said, savoring that tremendously satisfied feeling in his groin for the first time. "Now I know why people like to fuck so much."
"If you stay in the hospital," she said slowly, "you'll be able to fuck all the time."
"I will?" he asked.
"Of course, Andy," she said. And she kissed him on the cheek to show that she was being totally candid and honest to the boy to whom she had bared her womanly charms.
"That's a lot better than playing ball with the other fellas in the Little League," he said. "And it's better than being home where Mom still spanks me with a big leather belt strap."
"Spanks you?" she said. "She straps that little white pair of buttocks of yours?" Doris asked.
"Uh huh," he said. "She treats me like a little boy."
Doris was falling deeply for the little boy with the enormous bald penis. She did not at all like the idea of his big, tough mommy giving some sort of sadistic leather spanking to him.
"I think we'll have to try to keep you here with all the loving nurses," said Doris.
"Are the other nurses like you, Nurse Doris?" he asked excitedly.
"Indeed they are," she said. "And I think they'd all like to meet you."
"Do they all have hairy snatches and nice big-titted bosoms?" the boy asked excitedly.
"Oh, yes," she said.
"I think I'd like to stay," he said sleepily. "I don't want to go home and be spanked."
Doris didn't want to share the boy. She wanted to keep him for herself, her own little tool and pet. After all, what girl would want to share a boy who had a penis like that?
But first she had to complete a plan, a plan that would allow Andy to stay on at the hospital for a good long while. She had such a plan. But would it work?
"Before you meet anyone else," she said as the come and cream began to gurgle down and out of her pussy, "you have to learn how to assfuck and muffdive."
"What's that?" he asked. "I'll have to show you," she said.
CHAPTER TWO
Doris taught her new pupil exactly how to muffdive. She had his little tongue flicking in and out of her cunt and she had him eat her out after their fuck.
Assfucking, however, presented a bit of a problem. He wasn't quite ready to work up his third erection. When he started to try too hard, he psyched himself out and got very embarrassed about not being able to get up a stiff. It happens to everyone, particularly early in the fucking career.
The next morning presented a bit of a problem to Doris. Just when she was off duty, Andy's mother turned up at the hospital to claim her son.
"Where's my little baby?" asked the hefty old hen who was Andy's mother. "I want to take my little baby boy home."
The doctors just looked at her. And they looked at the x-rays of Andy's arm and ribs. The arm had been re-set and the x-rays revealed no further damage. So the little boy with the big prick was ready to go home.
"Keep him in for another day or two, just for observation," Doris begged of Dr. Landes, the head intern. Landes was known to be a bit jaded sexually, but he was also a highly competent doctor.
"There's nothing wrong with him," Landes answered.
"He has dizzy spells," said Doris.
"Does he?" answered Landes. 'That means he could have hurt his head."
"Exactly," said Doris.
"I'll be down in five minutes to run a check," Landes said.
That gave Doris just a few minutes to warm her little lover. How she loved the little boy! How she'd like to live with him until he got a little older!
Doris rushed over to the teenage ward and burst into Andy's room. It was too late. His fat old mother was already in there and, to make matters worse, she was dressing him to go home.
Doris was incensed. Imagine anyone monkeying with such a well hung boy in a nonmedical capacity.
"What do you think you're doing?" snapped Doris at Mrs. Coron.
"I'm dressing my baby to take him home," said the haughty old bitch.
And with that she lifted up Andy's tunic and revealed the boy, stark naked, to Doris. Doris felt her cunt start to water at the sight of that dear little boy's nude member. She remembered how it had felt up her cunt.
Andy was embarrassed about his mother looking at his little member, especially since it wasn't so little at the moment. In fact, it was huge.
As soon as the boy looked up and saw his favorite nurse, his flaccid pecker swelled up to full size, bulging and throbbing with its lengthwise blue vein conspicuous along its side.
"Andy!" blurted his mother in astonishment. "Behave yourself!"
Andy's mother was pissed about that erection. She never wanted her little baby to have a swollen rod. 'That woman's going to make a faggot out of that well hung little boy unless I help," thought Doris. And so what choice did Doris have but to help the boy. What a shame if only men would ever be able to enjoy that big firm wang!
"The boy has suffered internal damage,"
Doris announced. 'The doctor is on his way down to look at him."
"Nonsense," said his mother. "I'm taking him out of here before anything awful like that happens again to his penis."
"Impossible," said Doris. And she grabbed the boy by the arm and flipped his tunic back to him.
Mrs. Coron was about to push the lovely nurse away when Doctor Landes sauntered through the door. Andy, terribly taken aback by the whole affair, was holding that crumpled up tunic against his nuts so people couldn't see. It bothered him that his mother would be looking at his erection.
"Dr. Landes, would you tell this woman why you've come down here?" Doris asked.
"Why," stammered Landes, a bit confused, "to see about Andy's dizzy spells." Landes couldn't figure out why Doris would so quickly have forgotten what she had just been the first to tell him. But Doris let him say no more. Andy's mother had heard the gospel from the doc himself.
"See?" said Doris toughly. "The boy will have to stay."
Mrs. Coron was silent. Doris took Andy by the hand and sat, hoisting him up in her arms. She felt his pecker pressing against her breasts, even with that crumpled tunic over it. So she sat him down on his bed again before she lost control and began to handle his nuts.
"I'd like you both to stand by while I take a look at the boy," said Landes. His eyes had lit up just in seeing the youth in nothing but a little cloth. Landes, you see, was a bit of an aging old pederast. And little boys were the thing he had the craziest of yens for. And a cute little brown haired boy like Andy....? Well, Landes was hard already.
"On second thought," said Landes as he looked at the boy's tan young body and the lines of demarcation on his hips, the demarcation between tan and white, "On second thought I'd like Mrs. Coron to step outside of the room."
She protested, but she did leave.
And then Dr. Landes' gay old eyes fixed on the boy.
"Now Andy," said Dr. Landes. "I'd like you to show me your balls."
"My balls?" asked the boy.
"You're hiding your little gonads beneath that tunic," said Landes, barely able to control himself much longer. "That's not a nice boy. You must show the doctor your little jewels."
Landes' hand slipped toward the tunic which Andy still held over his nuts. "Come, come," said Landes. "Andy must show the doctor his jewels. The doctor is Andy's friend."
Andy looked toward Doris. Doris nodded. She knew that once Landes saw Andy's wang the old pederast would be on her side about keeping the boy as long as possible ... in many ways.
Dr. Landes pulled quickly on the crumpled tunic and Andy let it go. Off the prick it stood and the doctor stood there gawking in amazement at the immense wang of the young boy.
"My goodness!" said Landes, barely controlling his excitement. "Nature certainly was generous to this young man."
"Do you like my watering can?" asked the naive young man to the doctor.
"Oh, indeed!" said the aging old queer gazing at the boy's penis. ."Let me inspect it."
Doris stood by as Landes placed his hands on the smooth staff of the boy's penis. He began to run his hand back and forth.
"Does that feel good?" asked the doctor.
"A mouth of a pussy feels much nicer," said the boy. And Landes pulled his hand away in amazement.
"How do you know about things like that?" the doctor asked.
"Nurse Doris showed me everything," said the boy. "She taught me how to fuck."
"Is this true?" said the doctor.
"Of course," said Doris. "And if the boy stays in the hospital a little while longer, we should teach him about the other half of sex."
"The other half?" asked Andy and Landes at the same time.
"About how everyone is bisexual," said Doris. "Andy knows how to fuck ladies. But he should also learn how to fuck gentlemen."
"Gentlemen?" asked Andy.
"Of course," said Doris. She looked at Dr. Landes's pants and saw that his penis was bulging within them. Landes was ready to eat out of her hand. "Wouldn't you like me to teach you all about sex, Andy?" she asked.
"Well," he said hesitantly. And then he added with a big smile, "if it feels good!"
"It will feel wonderful, my little cherub!" blurted out Landes quickly. "I'll go tell your mother that you'll have to stay a little longer in the hospital. Dizzyness or something."
Andy was happy. If he stayed, his hatchet-faced mother couldn't take him home and slap his fanny every time he got an erection. She had spanked him severely the previous week when she had caught him playing with his penis over the picture of a girl's naked breasts. "Sex is bad!" the old lady had told the boy. "It's bad, bad, bad and not meant for children!"
Landes stepped outside of the door to tell the old lady that the boy would have to stay. Doris stared at his penis and decided that it would be extremely difficult to go home without another tiny taste of it. It had been several hours since the boy had come. He would be ready for more, as his erection showed.
The question was, where?
"Your little penis is fully erect again, Andy," she said. "Does that mean that you want to try something new with your nurse?"
"I guess," he said. Cute kid. He was still a little embarrassed by it all.
She looked over her shoulder and could see Landes still ranting to the old Coron woman. Doris knew she'd have to usher the boy away. And she knew there was an operating room free that morning.
Andy put his tunic on and Doris led him off to the vacant operating room with her. She had once, in a moment of impish passion, made love with another woman in that same operating room. Doris would try anything which might involve some good clean sexual fun. Ladies and little boys were of course excellent subjects.
"Why are we going to the operating room?" little Andy asked as Doris closed the door behind her. She locked it.
"Your peter is erect," said Doris, pulling his tunic up and over the boy's head. "If it stays erect it will hurt. I'll have to make it come for you."
"Can we fuck?" said the boy with a big smile. "I like to fuck you, Nurse Doris."
"We will definitely fuck," she said, lifting the boy up and onto the operating table. "I'll teach you the male posterior superior position. That's where I spread my legs and you enter my cunt as you lie on top of me."
"I've seen pictures of that," he said. "I'd like to try that."
Doris quickly unbuttoned the front of her uniform. Her cunt was beginning to juice already from desire. And she'd have to hurry.
She figured Landes was probably combing the hospital for her and that little boy, with the big penis and the cast on his arm.
"I'm going to teach you a special trick in foreplay," she said as she unbuttoned her bra. But then she reached to pull her panties down and found her own hands preceded there by the grip of the boy.
"I can't wait, Nurse Doris," little Andy Coron said. "I have to have you now!"
And the twelve-year-old pulled quickly on her panties and brought them down to her knees. Then he stuck his naive but aggressive little fingers into her bush and began to feel around.
"Andy," she blurted out. "You little darling!"
"Your cunt is all wet, Nurse Doris," he said as his fingers scrambled around her clit in the milky moistness of her cunt. "You must want cock."
"Oh, Andy, you little devil," she said as those exquisite fingers continued to lift her womanhood to a frenzy. "How quickly you catch on!"
She slid her panties down from her knees to the floor as she pulled from his grip for an instant. Then she climbed onto the operating table with the boy. His hand returned to her cunt like a compass needle pointing for the north pole.
"I love my twelve-year-old stud," she said slowly and sincerely to the boy. She cupped his hairless little balls in her palms and brought her mouth directly down on his long penis. It was firmly erect, like a big arrow. The little boy was a young warrior with his weapon drawn!
She licked the underside of the penis and then suddenly stopped as the boy started to pant.
"Don't stop, Nurse Doris," he said. And he pushed her head back toward his penis with his good hand.
"I thought I heard something," she said. "I'm sure I heard something."
"Bullshit," said the boy. "Keep sucking me. Please Nurse Doris. Before my Mommy finds us. Please make me come. My penis is all hard again."
"But I'm sure-" she tried to say. She was sure she had heard noises in the observation quarters of that operating room.
That particular operating room had a slight deck above the room for visiting physicians to observe operations. And Doris had been right. Two other nurses, knowing and sharing Doris's penchant for nubile young penises, had seen her enter that operating room with Andy of the Massive Erection. So they had quietly climbed to the observation seats. They wanted to see what Doris was getting.
When the boy held Doris's head back to his erection, she lost completely the thought of that noise. She instead noticed again how big that boy's penis was. How well hung Andy was for ,a twelve-year-old! And how she wanted to teach him a new trick and then bring that erect prong deep into her vaginal canal.
"Oh, Andy," she moaned as she licked the head of the boy's blue veined swollen member. "You're so big! Such a big boy!"
The nurses, Renetta Sharborne and Rhonda Dillinger, were just peering over the rail of the observation gallery. They saw Nurse Doris nude as she was cupping Andy's genitals in her hand and gently massaging his penis with her moist gums.
"Look how big Doris' breasts are," whispered Rhonda. "And look how erect her nipples are."
They had never seen Doris naked before. They were impressed with her supple and perhaps slightly large endowments.
"And look at her pussy hair," said Renetta. "What a massive garden of pubic hair!"
The ladies in the observation gallery were justly impressed with Doris's physical endowments. But they were even more taken with Andy's.
"Heavens!" said Renetta. "What a wang on that young boy!"
"And no hair on it!" whispered the other peering nurse in return. "What a lucky woman Doris is to have a penis like that to slide up her cunt!"
"We'll make her share him with us!" said Renetta.
"How?" asked Rhonda.
"You'll see!" returned Renetta the Nurse. "Just wait until the right time!"
Doris could have sworn she heard something that sounded like a whisper. But she remained at her duty of joy. She had a new trick to teach the boy.
"I'd like you to suck on my clitoris, young man," she said to the boy as his wang was pointing in her face. "As soon as you suck on my clit I'll permit your manhood to enter my cunt."
"Please, Nurse Doris," he said. "Show me!"
She lay on her back and pulled her legs up. She brought her fingers to her vagina as she lay on the operating table with her beloved bald-pricked young partner. And she gently pulled apart the lips of her vagina, revealing to both Andy and the nurses watching from above the pink inner charms of her cunt.
"It's very wet in there," said Andy. "And it has that strong pissy smell," he added.
"That means I'm ready for my little lover to please me," she said. She looked at Andy's flush rosy cheeks. What a little doll he was. A doll with a big pecker.
"Look into my slot," she said, "and rub your little finger where I showed you before."
"On your cream button," he said.
"Yes," she said. "Yes, my young darling. Arouse my cream button."
He inserted his thumb and massaged the area above the inner lips of the vagina. He quickly aroused her little female penis from the little pink triangle of flesh which he found right above her labia interiore.
"It looks like it's erecting," he said in his squeaky childish voice. "Your little button is getting very big."
"Put your tender little face in there," she instructed. "Just like when I taught you to muffdive. But this time, suck on my little button."
The boy obeyed. He was still not used to that strange smell that is peculiar to a woman's mature cunt. It smelled like an unwashed urinal to him. But he was beginning to love this wonderful nurse. And since she had already taught him how to attain a grown man's pleasure with his penis, he had no cause to doubt that what she asked him to do was for the best.
So she felt his little lips seep into her pussy, past the hair and past the outer lips as she held them apart with her feet hunched back up to her.
"Ooooh," she gasped. "Yes, my little lover, yes!"
"Damn that Doris," cursed Renetta. "That girl gets all the lucky breaks. Who'd imagine a twelve-year-old little leaguer who can suck clitoris?"
"I'm jealous," said Rhonda. "I'd like a roll in the closet with a well hung boy like that."
And what woman wouldn't? Little boys are such wonderful sexual companions for grown women. They are physically so pure and sexually so potent! And with none of the filthy and dirty hang-ups and habits of grown men. Besides, what woman in her right mind would want a big hairy mass of grown male testicles next to her womanhood when she could enjoy the purity that is only that of a boy. The hairless penis is the best. And a growing number of women now know that.
Andy's lips suckled the erect clitoris of his favorite nurse. Doris' wet pussy began to smack of its milky juice. Andy could smell the moisture seeping out of the inner crack of the vagina. He ticked the extreme tip of his tongue across Doris's vagina. Then he wanted his rod in. The little boy's penis was sore. And he was so lucky to have a mature woman to slip it into.
But where there is one mature woman enjoying a little boy, there are usually two more who are covetous of the first woman's good fortune. And so it was here. For Renetta Sharborne had a devilish plan to get the goods on Doris and her young lover.
A photograph!
In the operating room there was a device which took photos of operations in progress. The device was for medical records, but Nurse Renetta knew how the cameras operated. So, from the observation seats, she simply clicked on the camera which she had used so often before during operations of another sort. She took twenty photographs as Doris consumated her love for the young boy.
"Now," said Doris as the camera silently snapped her and her young partner. "Now. I must have your exquisite young penis in my womb."
"Is the womb the cunt?" asked Andy.
"It is, my young love. It is."
She let her vaginal lips fold back together as Andy withdrew his mouth from her erect clitoris. And she spread her legs, letting her wet cunt give a slight gurgle as the boy changed his position.
"Are we going to do it now?" he said. "Am I to place my little watering can in you now?"
"You are," she said. "Yes, my little darling, now!"
The two nurses watched quietly from the observation balcony as Doris spread her legs. They watched the boy mount Doris. He was a bit clumsy, but what else can be expected of a boy so new to the world's oldest form of enjoyment?
The nurses watched his wang point into that rich black carpet which was Doris's pussy. The bare big penis was hard and aching to ejaculate into the kind woman. Doris rotated her cunt and the penis slid slowly into the pink crack between the lips.
"Oh, yes, Andy," sighed Doris as she felt the big prong enter her. "Oh, how I wish you were my little boy. Then we could make love all the time, like in the forbidden fashion of a mother and son."
Doris sighed and dreamed that Andy indeed was her son. Then it would only seem right that he might someday reward the pains of her labor with the fine young penis which she had brought him into the world with.
"Oh, Andy," she moaned. "I love you as I'd love a son."
And the boy, not quite as tall as the loving nurse, managed to take her left breast in his mouth and suckle and milk it as his penis emerged completely into the womb of Doris. He played with the nipple in his teeth and he sucked it hard like a baby might.
"Oh, yes, my little love," she said. "Suck it. Suck my loving nipples until their crowns are blue and their milk is dry. Suck me until I hurt, my little boy-love."
He milked her hard while she felt that warm stiff shaft up her cunt. The penis was pushing deep down into her. And the boy could hardly hold his sperm much longer. The whole day had been just too exciting for such a young man to contain himself over.
And so his penis began to spit and lurch and twist and shoot off in her cunt. She slammed her hairy crotch hard into him as she felt his penis orgasm its hot juice deep into her vagina. She felt the sperm hit hard against her cervix. And she moaned and sighed and clutched her twelve-year-old as he milked her tit. Her pussy was throbbing with orgasm. And her juices were running like a faucet which couldn't be turned off.
Renetta and Rhonda were entranced with the beauty of Doris being laid by Andy. Rhonda had long since lowered her hand and discreetly brought a finger up to her clit beneath the white skirt of her nursing uniform.
Who would blame Rhonda? Who could blame her for wishing to fulfill herself over the sight of that little boy's naked buttocks pumping up and down between the mature bare legs of Doris?
Rhonda rubbed her clitoris hard as she watched those little naked mounds of flesh. How she envied Doris. And as her finger moved hard across her own erect clitoris she imagined it was a little eight year old boy rubbing it with his rubbery little wang.
Oh, yes! How divine! How absolutely divine was that image!
As Renetta clicked away with the camera, Rhonda closed her eyes and let her imagination run off on wonderful flights of fancy.
Rhonda had seen a certain eight-year-old boy named Billy. A handsome little boy he was, too. He had blond hair and baby blue eyes. And Rhonda had been lucky enough to give the boy a shot of antibiotics in the left buttock.
Billy had cried and cried when Rhonda came with the needle. She had been forced to turn over the blond little angel and stick him deftly in the ass with a rectal thermometer.
What fun that was!
"I like that!" said the anally oriented little boy. "I like that stick up my ass!"
"Ass is not a nice word," Rhonda had told him.
"But it feels good in my little bottom," he said. And it made Rhonda think of other things which might feel good up his little asshole. Like her tongue. Her warm wet stiff tongue gently thrust up the eight-year-old's bottom. How nice that would be!
But instead, his temperature had been high. And she had had to stick the needle into his buttock. He yelled and screamed at that. It hurt. That mean vixen of a nurse had hurt little Billy by jamming him in the ass with a hypodermic needle. It was times like those that made Rhonda like nursing.
Why? Because she actually enjoyed hurting the little boy. She liked to hurt little boys and then hug them, hug them firmly against her breasts. What she would have loved to do is have one of the little boys suck on her naked breasts. Instead, she could only imagine.
Rhonda had never sexually touched any of the children in the Rittenhouse Hospital. But that would soon change.
She had seen Billy's penis that afternoon after giving him a shot. And the temptation had been overwhelming to touch, fondle and play with it. Her hand had even drifted toward him. But she had stopped. She had stopped and taken a clear mental picture of that rubbery young penis.
And now, as she closed her eyes and fingered her clit with Doris attaining climax with Andy down below her, Rhonda was dreaming of Billy.
Billy was her little love. And the naked little eight-year-old 'was lying with his crotch pressed right into Rhonda's bare bush.
Yes, in her imagination, Rhonda was lying on satin sheets in a cool apartment. And little Billy was pushing his rubbery penis into her cunt. Billy was only eight and couldn't hold an erection. So Rhonda had to help him.
"Hold your peter in your hand, Billy," she imagined herself saying to the boy. "Hold it steady and rub the tippy-tippy against my little bump."
And, indeed. As she fingered her clit she imagined that it was the tip of Billy's penis rubbing firmly against her button. And then, as she stuck her entire finger into her vagina, she imagined that it was Billy's penis, suddenly blessed with the first erection of his young life.
The finger swished around her cunt briskly. And she even opened her eyes a little . When she did she saw the bodies of Andy and Doris pumping away in the final thrusts of orgasm. And her own cunt blasted away at the sight. The milky juices gushed hard and the finger flicked freely around. Rhonda imagined it to be the suddenly erect penis of Billy. So the orgasm was long and thoroughly enjoyable.
With a final flick of the finger, Rhonda flicked as much of her juice as she could out of her cunt. And she looked back down at Doris and Andy.
Andy's face was being nuzzled into Doris's gaping cunt again. Doris insisted that her young lovers remove what they had deposited. So Andy was performing his male duty of eating her cunt out after fucking. What a good little boy he was! How he obeyed the nurse.
Renetta Sharborne was a mean bitch. She liked grown women and little boys. So as she removed the film from that observation deck camera, the film which contained twenty wonderful shots of Andy and Doris in the full beauty of their love, she was in a position to command quite a spectacular bargain from either Doris or Andy.
Renetta stood in the observation seats in full view of Doris. Suddenly, as the boy continued to nuzzle Doris's cunt, Doris opened her eyes and saw Renetta.
Doris gasped.
"Shit!" she blurted out, pushing Andy's wet face away from her box and quickly closing her legs to him. He was a confused young man. He was just getting a big gob of his come to glide down the tip of his tongue while still in the farther recesses of her inner pussy.
"What ... are ... what are you doing?" blurted the frightened Doris. "What do you want?"
Renetta stood haughty and proud. "I'm watching," she said sternly. "And I'm gathering evidence. You don't realize it, sister, but I just took twenty action shots of you and your little lover."
Doris put her arm around the little boy. Andy was frightened. His penis was all wet and sticky and dripping and he didn't understand why his picture had been taken while fucking Doris.
Renetta held up the roll of film for Andy and Doris to see. Rhonda was still wiping the juice from the inner folds of her cunt.
"What do you want?" Doris gasped again to Renetta.
"Your little stud," said Renetta with a devilish grin. "Otherwise," she continued, "you never know who might start seeing copies of this film."
Renetta held up the film as a sort of trophy. Twenty good shots should have been on that roll. Any one of them would have cost Doris her job and probably a trip to some dipshit women's house of detention. And all for loving her little man more than a blue nosed society would think right.
"Doris, dear," said Renetta to the naked nurse who clutched her young lover to her bare firm breast. "I want that little boy and I want him now."
It was at that moment that Dr. Landes walked in.
CHAPTER THREE
"I convinced the old lady to come back tomorrow," said Landes. "Now where's that boy?"
Landes was completely unperturbed about seeing Doris naked on the operating table with Andy. Landes had seen strange things in the hospital before. And he'd probably see more again.
Andy clutched tightly to Doris. And she protected him with her long womanly arm. He was comforted by the feel of her bare breast and erect nipple by his head.
"The boy is mine," said Renetta. "I want him until tomorrow."
It was the first time that Landes had even noticed Rhonda and Renetta up in that observation gallery. But he quickly sensed that there was a conflict in the making, a conflict over the possession of the boy.
"May I remind you nurses," said Landes as his eyes focused in on the boy's dripping wet genitals, "that as a doctor I can have each of you dismissed for being in this room without permission."
The nurses were quiet. Landes was a prick when he wanted something. And right now he wanted some boy-ass.
"But Nurse Doris is my friend," said Andy in the height of naivete. The youngster should have known that anything was open game in this particular hospital.
"All right, you old fart," said Renetta to Dr. Landes. "You can have him for this morning. But I want him before his mother comes for him tomorrow. Otherwise I'll see to it that you're caught buggering him."
"What does buggering mean?" asked Andy to Doris. She shushed him. The youngster would learn soon enough. Landes had a huge hard-on.
"My little lover," said Doris to her little cherub. "I'm going to have to ask you to do things with your body as a favor to me. You'll have to do it or Nurse Doris will be in a lot of trouble."
"What will I have to do, Nurse Doris?" the boy asked.
"You'll have to go with Doctor Landes," said Doris. "And you'll have to be very nice to him. Doctor Landes is a nice man and won't hurt you at all."
"What does he want to do to me?" Andy asked, clutching for her bare breasts.
"Doctor Landes will want to put his penis up your little bottom," said Doris. "Some men love little boys more than anything else in the world. Dr. Landes is one of those men."
"His penis?" asked Andy in the height of confusion. "I thought that the watering can was for putting into a girl's muff."
"It is, Andy," she said. "But different people have different tastes. Dr. Landes has a crazy kicky yen for things to be different. Unusual."
"Will it hurt?" Andy asked. "Will the penis hurt when it goes up my little back door?"
"Dr. Landes will grease himself," she assured him. "It will hurt much much less than a shot. In fact, you might very well find it quite pleasurable."
"Oh," said the boy. He was still thinking. "Then I can come back to you, Nurse Doris?"
"Not quite then," she said. "You'll have to go with nurse Renetta for a while after you're finished with Dr. Landes."
"Why?" asked Andy.
"She wants you to do the things to her. that you did to me," Doris explained. "Her little pussy is very hungry for a handsome boy such as yourself."
"Oh," he said With some relief. "You mean she wants me to fuck her and suck her clit."
"Yes," said Doris. "Exactly."
Renetta looked down and smiled.
"That's okay," said Andy. "I guess all cunts feel pretty much the same."
Doris was affronted almost to tears. How easily her little lover seemed ready to engorge his erect cock in another woman's throbbing wet vagina. It hurt Doris terribly to be treated with such flippancy by the little boy whose virginity she had taken just a few hours earlier. But such is the male animal!
Dr. Landes led Andy away to his private physician's quarters. Andy was allowed to put a little pair of trunks on over his bare little bottom. It wouldn't have looked right for a known old queer like Dr. Landes to be wandering around the halls with a nude little twelve-year-old. Too many of the resident interns would have been talking. And some would have been envious.
Rhonda had seen too much to not leave her own pussy still hungry and yearning. She went to look for Billy. And then left Doris alone with that bitchy Renetta.
"You're a shrew," cursed Doris to Renetta.
"Perhaps," said the tall and haughty nurse who still held the film. "But I also intend to exact another price from you. A price in addition to the boy."
"What?" said Doris. And she watched in slight terror as Renetta walked down the stairway from the observation gallery to where Doris still lay naked on the operating table.
"I'm going to fuck you," said Renetta.
"You! Fuck me?" gasped Doris. Doris knew that this bitch wasn't kidding. Renetta was a mean fucker and would fuck what she could get ... as long as she could be the superior of the partners.
"You have a nice cunt, dearie," said Renetta as she walked now on the floor of the room and approached the operating table. "You have marvelous breasts, too. I think I'd like to make love with a woman like you."
Doris thought quickly. That awful woman was approaching quickly. Doris's first instinct was to run. But that would mean that the pissed Renetta would flash those pictures around.
"The film!" Doris thought. Maybe she could knock out Renetta and steal the film. That would even enable her to keep Andy.
But that, too, was out of the question. Renetta was a firm, broad woman. She could easily overpower the more nubile and womanly Doris.
There seemed only one logical choice. Submission to Renetta's dyke desires! Yet, even though Doris had had occasional sex with women previously, something about Renetta turned her off. Something about that husky nurse made Doris want to cringe. Yet the amazon was approaching too quickly to stop.
"Doris, honey," said Renetta sternly through squinted dark eyes. "I've always thought we should get better acquainted. You have such a lovely body."
With that Renetta sat down on the operating table next to the naked Doris. And she took Doris's left breast in her hand and teased the nipple with a thumb. At the same time, Renetta kissed Doris on the cheek.
"Please," said Doris, half trying to pull away. The thought of naked lesbian sex on that operating table with Renetta scared her. Yet, in a weird way, it was exciting. Doris's pussy was beginning to froth again.
"Let's not play hard to get, sweetie," said Renetta, kissing slowly on Doris's cheek and beginning to nibble at her neck. "I'd hate to have to turn those pictures over to hospital authorities."
"It's blackmail," gasped Doris as Renetta's mouth slipped down to Doris's breasts. "That's what it is. It's blackmail."
"Shut up, honey," said Renetta. "If you know what's good for you, you'll undress me."
Doris had little choice in the matter. Renetta had cupped her hands around Doris's left breast and was firmly sucking on the tit. Renetta knew how to arouse a woman through breast sucking. Doris knew it felt darned good. Yet she fought with herself about letting herself go.
But she changed her mind when Renetta's skilled hand slid down toward Doris's pussy. Renetta's forefinger found Doris's clitoris very quickly. And since it was still excited from the session with Andy, the little clit was easy indeed to arouse. A few good rubs and it was firmly erect again.
"Oh, Renetta," gasped Doris. "Please be gentle. It's been so long since I made love with a woman."
"You won't be sorry," said Renetta. And their mouths met in a torrid hot embrace. Their tongues met and explored the inner recesses of each other's mouth. And Doris began to unbutton the nursing uniform of her new lover.
The uniform slipped off quickly. So did the bra. And so did Renetta's white nursing stockings and her panties. Renetta was soon naked and stretched out with Doris on that table.
Renetta had a huge black cunt, rich with hair and a strong aroma. Her nipples were dark. Yet, they were firm and buoyant as Doris sucked on them. The ladies exchanged firm sucks off each other's breasts. The little nipples stood up hard and erect. On Renetta, the nipples were dark red and a full inch and a quarter in length. Doris had never seen such massive erect nipples. She loved to suck on them and play with them with her tongue and teeth. And Doris's pleasure was heightened by the fact that as Doris sucked on those incredibly long and erect nipples, Renetta's long forefinger was stroking lengthwise through Doris's wet cunt.
"Oh, yes, Renetta," sighed Doris. "Yes! My clitoris! Oh yes! Stroke me tenderly!"
And Renetta did. Renetta was a woman wise to the pleasures of the body. She knew that only a woman can fully understand how to arouse another woman. And she had had much practice by seducing the teenage nursing students who showed up in the hospital during busy afternoons. In fact, Renetta was very much in love with a seventeen year old blond girl named Cynthia. Cynthia was a divine young lady who had never known the phallus of a man to enter her vagina.
Renetta had seduced Cynthia in the ladies room late one evening. Cynthia had never known such pleasure as Renetta's long tongue up her virgin cunt. Cynthia had become a woman thanks to Renetta. And, in turn, young blue eyed Cynthia was very much in love with the amazon nurse.
"Now it's your turn," said Renetta. "My cunt, Doris. Tease my cunt." Doris obeyed. The pleasure that Renetta had given her had to be returned.
So as Renetta lay out on her back, she spread her long massive legs. And in the center, in the joint between those long legs, the folds of Renetta's massive pussy parted and revealed a huge pink womanhood within.
"Lick it, sweetheart," said Renetta. "Lick it hard."
Renetta reached down to her pussy and folded back her legs in an arching motion. She pulled her vaginal lips wide apart to give Doris free admission to the cunt. Doris sniffed it and found it badly in need of douching. Yet she was ready to lick.
And lick it she did. She licked the clitoris until it drove Renetta to a frenzy. Then Renetta grabbed Doris's pretty head and pulled her pretty face squarely into her massive wet cunt.
"Fuck me!" ordered Renetta. "Fuck me with your tongue. Then I'll fuck you the way you've never been fucked."
Doris obeyed. The cunt of Renetta was dripping and slobbering all over Doris's cheeks. Yet, Doris kept her hard firm tongue firmly pressed deep into Renetta's womanhood. It was milky and thoroughly soaked in there. But when Renetta's buttocks and bottom arched back and gave out with the deep pelvic blasts that spelled orgasm, it was all worth it.
Doris could taste the orgasm, it was such a firm blast. It made Miss Sharborne's pleasure pot all the wetter. Yet it satisfied her immensely. She had Doris bring her to orgasm once again and again she blasted away.
Doris licked it all out. Then she was ready to be fucked herself. She thought that the bold and firm amazon would tongue her in the same way. She was wrong.
From somewhere, in a white nursing bag, Renetta had obtained a plastic strap-on dildo. Doris gasped when she saw it. It was a full nine inches in length and it was the color of black flesh. It excited her cunt to no end to know that this bull nurse was going to fuck her with it.
Doris watched as Miss Sharborne strapped it onto her crotch. The straps fit tightly around Miss Sharborne's thick waist and then strapped up again through the crotch area. When it was secured into place, Miss Sharborne had a huge stiff black plastic prong erected from her cunt.
"Oh, Renetta," gasped Doris. "You have such a kinky imagination."
"I now have a good strong penis, too," said the amazon nurse. "I'm going to love you now, you little sweetheart of a girl."
The effect was that of an overpoweringly strong man forcing his way into a sixteen-year-old girl. Except Doris didn't protest a bit. Doris was genuinely cuntwise. She knew that what Renetta was going to do would be thoroughly enjoyable for the both of them.
Doris spread her legs wide and allowed the other nurse to climb on top of her, lying between her spread legs just as Andy had lain not too long earlier. Doris could take any kind of sex except for fucking by mature males.
Miss Sharborne kissed Doris on the cheek as she climbed on top. And Doris could feel Miss Sharborne's immense hard nipples pressing against her own breasts.
"You're such a delicate little girl," said Renetta as she moved into position. "So soft and warm."
The ladies let their mouths meet in a lovers' soul embrace. The tongues were warm and loving. Doris was very glad to be seduced by such a physical woman. Doris disliked Renetta intensely ... except when it came to physicality.
Suddenly Doris felt that plastic penis pushing at her woman's crack. "Oooh," she moaned. The penis was smack against her clitoris. What a feeling.
"Yes," moaned Doris. "Yes, Renetta my darling. Put it in me. It feels like a giant clitoris!"
"Exactly!"
That was exactly what it felt like and Doris was swept away by the feeling and the idea. That big plastic dildo, when strapped onto the hairy crotch of that huge nurse named Renetta, felt just like a giant nine inch clitoris.
"Oh, shit!" thought Doris. "How beautiful! A nine inch clitoris! What a body Renetta has!"
And what a wonderful thought it was. Imagine a huge bullish woman with a long extended clitoris which could erect to a full nine inches! What woman would then ever have the need for a penis if she could be fucked by another woman's member?
"Please," moaned Doris. "Put it in me."
Doris twisted and rotated her pussy and arched back her legs as far as she could. She felt that big prong slipping slowly down from her clitoris until it found the crack of her inner labia. Indeed! That overgrown plastic clitoris was about to enter Doris's cunt!"
"Feed me with it," gasped Doris. "Prong me! Prong me!"
Doris, being a normal woman, could wait no longer. She was too excited as that mammoth woman lay on top of her with that immense object firmly strapped onto her hairy crotch. So Doris grabbed Renetta's buttocks and pulled the other woman down on her until that prong was exactly at the entrance to Doris's cunt. Then she gave the buttocks of the husky nurse a pull and the prong slipped suddenly in.
Yes, in! And in and in and in! Doris thought that long hard object would never stop going into her cunt. It felt heavenly. And Doris blasted away in an immediate orgasm. It was that good. Nine inches of artificial clit in a woman's cunt is nothing to laugh at. It's something to orgasm over ... and over and over and over.
Doris's cunt, being as normal as she was, blasted away in long sustained orgasmic blasts, drenching that plastic object with the juices of her love. Renetta pounded it in and out of her for nearly twenty minutes. When Doris began to scream for a cessation, Renetta pulled it out.
"Do you love me?" asked Renetta tenderly.
"Oh, yes," moaned Doris. "Oh, yes!"
"Then you'll give me that nice little boy? The one with the big pecker?"
Doris thought back to Andy. My, God! Andy! She had almost forgotten that Dr. Landes had taken the boy off to buttfuck him. And that little boy was more dear to Doris than life itself. She had allowed herself to be seduced by this huge dykish nurse while poor little Andy's virgin asshole was being defiled by that queer old general practitioner.
"No," moaned Doris. "You can't have him!"
Renetta was irate. She walloped Doris smack across the face with an angry fierce palm. And then, sitting squarely on Doris's stomach and pinning her down on the operating table, she slapped Doris squarely across the breasts, causing them to redden and ache considerably under the impact of Renetta's vicious wallops.
"You stupid cunt!" screamed Renetta. "I'll take him from you! You can't have him! And you'll pay for not loving me!"
She pounded away at Doris's lithe womanly body. Across the face and hands and breasts and all over and over that shrewish amazon pounded away. All Doris could see as she looked up was the crazed look in Renetta's glaring eyes and that big black dildo still wet and strapped onto the amazon's crotch.
"Give him to me!" she shrieked. "Give me that big penised little Andy Coron!"
But Doris wouldn't relent on the little boy she loved. And Renetta grew more and more angry. Renetta tore that big black penis off her crotch and turned Doris over.
"In the ass!" screamed the virago. "That's how you deserve it! Up the asshole!"
And she held Doris around the middle as she shoved that awful plastic black penis up Doris's rectum. It hurt horribly as it pushed up her rectum.
"Shit!" squealed Doris. 'That big clit! Up my ass! Up my ass!"
"You'll get the roll of film up your ass, too!" growled Renetta. "Count on that! Those pictures will be all over as soon as they're developed! Straight up your ass with barbed wire around it!"
Doris was gasping and writhing in the pain of that long prong up her asshole. She rolled off the operating table and fell onto the floor. That huge amazon then sent two awful mean kicks of her bare foot into Doris's midsection. Renetta's foot blasted twice into Doris's right breast. Then Doris lay still on the floor as the huge woman stood over her.
"It's all over for you sweetheart," she said grabbing her white nursing uniform. "All over for you!"
Doris lay there in pain as Renetta dressed and stalked out angrily. Doris was in tough shape, up shit creek without the proverbial paddle.
That mean bitch named Renetta had stalked off with the film clutched firmly in her hands.
She had every intention of getting it developed immediately and sending the pictures to the head of the hospital. And that would be the end of Doris. No job and possible criminal charges. And all for the very normal love of a young boy.
And worse, Renetta also had every intention of finding Andy to abduct him. She wanted to enslave the little fellow. She liked to hurt little boys before, during and after the little boys fucked her.
"Where the fuck did Landes take that fresh young penis?" Renetta thought as she stood in that hall with a fiercely mean and arrogant look on her face. She'd have Andy if it were the last thing she did.
Landes was nowhere to be seen so Renetta had to begin a search. Meanwhile, Rhonda had found Billy and was about to give into her very natural desire. After all, eight-year-old boys have darling little penises!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Billy," said Rhonda as she gently shook the little sleeping blond boy. "Billy, time to wake up."
The little boy was sleeping in a room with three other little boys and girls. And he wore a little light blue hospital tunic over his otherwise naked little body.
"I don't want to wake up," he said. Billy was being playful. But the nurse knew what she wanted-his little rubbery rod.
"If we go into the next room, Billy, said Rhonda, "I'll show you the pony."
"Pony?" asked the little boy, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
"Yes," she said. 'There's a pony in the supply room behind the teen-age ward."
"Can I go see him?" he asked.
"Of course," she said. "Would you like to walk or shall I carry my little boyfriend against my breasts?"
"I'll walk," he said. "I'll walk like a big man."
And she helped him down from the bed. As she watched him step down she saw the little tunic slide up his body and reveal his little bare penis.
"Goodness," she said. "Look at that nice little spout of yours."
He became red in the face. She took him by the hand and led him into the back supply room. There was a convenient cot already stretched out in the narrow room.
"There's no pony here," said the boy.
"Of course there'r not," she said. "I had to bring you back here because there's something magic you have to do in order to get well soon."
"There is?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "There's something magic you must do to any nurse's body."
The boy was very confused. But he wanted to know what he had to do to get well quickly.
"What is it, nurse?" he asked.
She began to unzip the front of her dress. Rhonda's pussy was milky wet and excited. At last her fantasies were to be satisfied with this boy, this pleasant and open faced little blond boy of eight years.
As she unzipped the white nursing uniform, it was readily apparent to the boy that this nurse, unlike many of the older women he had noticed, wore nothing beneath her blouse. None of those silly bra contraptions for Miss Rhonda. Oh, no. She wanted her little angelic boyfriend to suck her nipples.
"You must treat me as a lover," she said to the confused boy.
"What do I have to do?" he asked. He was still a little disappointed from having expected to see the pony.
"You must suck on my left nipple just as a little child sucks on his thumb," she said.
"But that's for babies," he said plaintively.
"Oh, no," she said, correcting him, "it's for big people too. Men and women."
"Everyone sucks on nipples?" the boy said with a big impish smile.
"Oh, yes," she said. "And I have a special treat for you. It's called the chocolate lady."
The boy was still very confused. But he did know one thing. Like every other little boy, he had a crazy desire for chocolate candy, just as some grown-up ladies have a crazy desire for, for example, black penises.
She revealed from her pocketbook a little plastic bottle filled with what appeared to be chocolate syrup. She had just stolen it from the hospital kitchen. It was, in fact, chocolate sauce.
"Help me off with my clothes," she said to her little boyfriend, "and I'll show you what the chocolate lady is."
He helped the nurse remove her nursing dress. It unzipped completely down the front and the youngster pulled it off her and looked at her breasts. They were firm and erect, somewhat like what he imagined his mama's breasts to look like.
"Have you ever seen a naked lady?" she asked the little boy.
"Nope," he said, shaking his head and leering at her breasts. He was indeed fascinated with that lovely naked form. And he hadn't seen it all yet.
"Do you like my bosoms," she said, holding them in her cupped hands and giving them a teasing little jiggle.
He nodded.
"Well," she said. "If you like my breasts, you'll love my cunt."
The boy was silent. He didn't know what was between her legs. He noticed that it was flat beneath her panties, however. She didn't have a little ding-dong like he did.
"Do you know what a cunt is?" she asked the youngster.
He shook his head. He'd have to learn. And she'd enjoy teaching him.
"Well," she said, "every naked lady has a cunt. And I'm going to show you mine." She pulled him to her and placed his little hands on the panties she wore.
"Pull these down," she said, "and you'll see the cunt. It looks like a little kitten. In fact, it looks so much like a fluffy little kitten that some people commonly refer to it as a pussy."
He was intrigued greatly. So he pulled down the white panties. The tan line at her waist gave way to her white underbelly. And below that he saw the cunt. He pulled the panties half way down between her crotch and her knees. Then he could no longer withhold what he was thinking.
"Hair!" she heard him say. "You have hair between your legs."
"Yes, Billy," she said. "That's my cunt."
"Your cunt?" he asked.
"Feel it," she said. "Feel it, young man."
Billy reached forward to her pussy with the inquisitiveness that is so normal to an eight-year-old. He rubbed his tiny hands into her fur. He felt up and down in her pussy as she began to moan. She slipped her panties all the way down her legs and stood before him absolutely naked.
Then she took his hands in hers and guided his tiny searching fingers past the folds of her vagina and into the inner wetness of her cunt.
"It's wet," he said in surprise. "It's all wet in there."
"Yes," she said, "it's because I like you so much that my cunt is all wet."
He didn't quite understand, but he didn't protest either. He knew that if he obeyed the nurse like his mama had asked him to do, she would perform some magic that would make him get well quick.
So the boy let his hands be guided up and down within the folds of her pussy. He didn't like that pungent aroma, but he massaged her anyway.
"Stroke me back and forth," she said softly as she sat back on the cot and then lay down. 'That's right," she said as she reclined fully on the cot and opened her legs.
"That's the magic spot. You must rub right there."
She let him stroke her for a few moments. Then that blue hospital tunic began to bother her again.
"Now, Billy," she said between the pants of excitement which stemmed from his finger rasping crudely above her clitoris, now that you've seen a naked lady, you have to show me a naked little boy."
He blushed and slowly withdrew his fingers from her cunt. He was shy about revealing his peter to ladies. It was a shyness that all boys outgrow. When they're older, they're anxious to reveal their big, fat male genitals to ladies for the ladies' inspection.
"Yes, Billy," she said to the silent child. "You must."
And she pulled his tunic up over his head and gazed at the cutest little white penis she had ever seen.
"Why, Billy," she said coyly. "Why didn't you tell me that you had such a darling little jewel?"
"My pee-pee?" he asked.
"Yes, you little dear," she said, "your little mushroom."
She took it in her hand as she got the boy to squat down on the cot with her. How she loved the feel of his young testicles. It's so warm and pure and fleshy while still being fresh and cute.
The last penis she had seen was a shriveled old genital mass belonging to a man who wanted to fuck her. He did in fact fuck her, although she enjoyed it much less than he.
She liked the idea of something long and stiff pushing around in her cunt, but she always had a suspicion that there was something dirty about an older man's penis. It was a suspicion that many women entertain, yet our society is too puritanical to admit that so many women feel that way.
After all, the penis is well-known to be the carrier of many diseases as well as the source of the world's population problems. If men would just jerk off instead of bullying the wonderful cunts of ovulating women, wouldn't there be a more satisfactory number of people in the world? Of course!
Billy's little penis was fresh and pure. She fondled it with great love and she felt her cunt get tingly and wetter. Her nipples erected into firm, stone-hard pebbles of flesh. She wanted a little boy's penis for her own. And after many frustrating years of stifled desire in the teen-age and children's ward, she was about to have one. Billy's!
"It's time to learn about the chocolate lady," she told him as she handled his little pecker.
"Who's the chocolate lady?" he asked with a gleaming and expectantly excited face.
"I am," she said. 'The naked lady with the pussy is also the chocolate lady."
"Is this part of the magic trick which will make me better?" he asked.
"Of course," she said. 'The nurse wouldn't do anything in the hospital except things which will make you healthy fast."
"Goodie gumdrops!" he said, blurting his words out in the most childish and disarming fashion.
Her nipples erected even harder at his cute display of childishness. What a dear little boy. How much she wanted that little penis against her clitoris! And the chocolate lady would have what she wanted. With chocolate!
"This is sort of a little game for us," she said, unscrewing the top to her little plastic jar of chocolate syrup.
"What do I have to do?" he asked.
"All you do is lick," she said. "You lick chocolate from the chocolate lady's body."
"How?" he asked.
And she showed him.
She unscrewed the cap completely and poured a little drop of chocolate onto her left breast. The chocolate began to trickle immediately away from her aureola.
"Lick it," she said. "Lickity, licky, lickety split. Lick the chocolate off of the tit."
Te boy giggled and didn't even have to think about what he was doing. He quickly lowered his mouth onto her nipple and began to lick the chocolate off.
"Like this?" he asked as his young tongue slurped the syrup off her erect nipple and then followed the trail of chocolate off her fleshy mound and down her breasts.
"Yes," she moaned. "Just like that."
And she took another little gob of chocolate and placed it on the tip of the other nipple.
"Suck, Billy," she said. "Suck as if you're drinking chocolate milk."
The boy climbed on top of her and reached to her breast. He brought his nuzzling little mouth down over the tit and did indeed suck it as if her were drinking chocolate mild.
"Oh," she moaned. "Ooooh, yes, Billy, yes!"
Billy was catching on quickly. His mouth was milking her breast as a baby would. She quickly dabbed another mound of chocolate syrup onto that first breast. And without her even having to give him instructions, he followed her hand and sucked that first nipple again.
"Oh, Billy," she gasped. "You're such a little dear."
Her tits were hard little pebbles by now. And her cunt was stinking with juice-she wanted to orgasm so badly. She reached again to his little hairless crotch and took his mushroom in her hand. And she rubbed it and squeezed it and fondled it as if it were her most priceless possession-rather than the boy's most priceless gem.
"Oh, Billy," she sighed again. "What a gorgeous little penis you were born with. A little eight-year-old penis."
She sighed and moaned again as the boy lapped the chocolate off the second breast again. Then she let a little trickle of chocolate trickle down between her breasts. She pushed her breasts firmly together and made the boy dig his tongue in after the chocolate syrup. In he went. And the little lapping tongue felt obscenely good in her clevage.
Now we'll try something even better, she thought. And she rolled over on her side. She let some chocolate syrup drip over her hip and onto the buttocks. Billy lapped it right up. He was playing a magic game with the chocolate nurse. What fun!
As Rhonda rolled over, she spread her legs and lay on her stomach. Reaching behind her back with that container of syrup, she let a stream of the warm liquid trickle between her two rounded buttocks. It seeped don and into her asshole.
"Go get it, Billy," she said. "Get every drop!"
The youngster went after the syrup like a faithful dog retrieving a stick. She pushed her buttocks apart and she felt his lapping tongue digging between her buttocks.
First he lapped out the chocolate which was easiest to get, the syrup which hadn't seeped down too far. But then he went after the syrup that had trickled into the more exciting area for Rhonda-her asshole.
"Oooh, Billy, my love," she sighed as she felt his young tongue dig in after it. "Ooooh, yes."
She imagined that that nubile and wet young tongue was his penis. It was actually pushing her rectum open in its quest for that delicious warm and rich syrup. When he had lapped it all out, there was only one logical step left. The chocolate lady's chocolate pussy!
"Now, Billy," she said with the utmost passion. "I'm going to give you all the rest of this chocolate and I'm going to give you an intimate introduction to a woman's pussy. This is the magic part. This is the part you must do exactly as I tell you. Other wise, you won't get well fast."
Billy listened intently. He wanted to get well in a hurry. So he'd do with his little naked body exactly as this strange nurse told him.
She propped a pillow under her ass and arched up her cunt while spreading her legs. Then she poured all that syrup into her cunt-every drop. She nearly orgasmed at the feeling of all that rich liquid. It was like a big brown man slowly gushing a half-pint of come into her cunt. It was quite all right.
"You must drink it all, Billy," she said. "You must drink every drop out."
He nodded. He knew his task and he set about to do it immediately.
She pulled apart the lips to her vagina and let the little boy dig in with his tongue. She felt his tiny hands pushing on her ass to give him leverage. She felt the tongue go in and start slurping around.
"Hard, Billy," she said. "Lick it out hard."
She felt his young tongue drink it all out. He slurped out chocolate with pussy juice. And the youngster liked the extra little scent of her , wet pussy.
Billy slurped it all out. Then there was just the clean-up process.
"Get in all the cracks," she panted. "Please, Billy. You must get it from all the cracks."
She was so close to orgasm that she felt as if her pussy was about to explode in the boy's face. Then he went after the chocolate that had seeped up to her clitoris and down to her rectum. She felt his little tongue slurping hard against her clit. And it was all she could take. She squeezed her inner legs hard next to the boy's head and trapped his face in her cunt. She felt his tongue lap hard and then wiggle to be free. And she orgasmed hard under the excitement of it all.
"Go back in," she then said to him. "This is important. Lick out the whole insides again." important. Lick out the whole insides again."
And in went his little tongue to clean up the juice she had made. The boy was very good. He slurped her whole vagina dry and then cleaned off every drop of chocolate that had trickled down toward her rectum.
When he was through, Rhonda lay on that cot, totally expended and satisfied by her loving from her little eight-year-old man.
She reached up and kissed the boy on his cheek. Then, as he giggled and sat back on the cot with her, she leaned over him and took his entire genitalia into her mouth.
How good it felt in her mouth! That dear little member of his was hairless and tender, not like an older man's. She played with it with her tongue.
"Ooooh," he said suddenly.
She let his member slip from her mouth.
"Can you feel something?" she asked.
"It kind of tickles," said the little angel with the handsome young testicles.
"Well," she said with a big, satisfied grin, "My little man will just have to be tickled then."
He giggled and she brought her mouth back down on his little peter. His member was very sensitive, even at his young age. And although her rasping tongue did indeed tickle, he didn't object. After all, it felt so awfully good.
All good things must end sooner or later, be they good meals or satisfying sex with little boys. And so it was that Rhonda eventually had to return Billy to his ward. At that time, she made him promise never to tell anyone about what they had done.
"I promise, nurse Rhonda," he said. And he gave his favorite nurse a big sloppy kiss on the cheek to thank her for all she had taught him.
She then slipped him back into his hospital tunic and led him by the hand back to his bed. As they walked together through the hospital halls, no one ever suspected that the nurse and her eight-year-old little blond friend were lovers in the most bizarre sense.
No one, that is, except Doctor Landes, whom they ran into in the hall. Landes had just completed a wonderful time with Andy.
Landes had ushered the boy back to Landes' own quarters.
"Andy," Landes said to the boy as they entered the doctor's own private apartment within the hospital, "Doris has done a wonderful thing in showing you how to have sex with a woman. Now I will teach you how to have sex with a man."
"Do men have sex with each other?" asked the curious little boy as Landes slipped his hospital tunic off him. "Oh, indeed they do!" said Doctor Landes, his voice cracking with excitement. "It's a very common thing for men to love each other. And what's even nicer," he continued, "is the love of a man for a boy such as yourself."
"Oh," said Andy as Doctor Landes stared at Andy's bare penis with intent, gleaming eyes. "I didn't know that," Andy said.
"You've learned a lot on your trip to the hospital," said Doctor Landes. "We couldn't expect you to know everything already."
"I guess not," said the boy.
"Now," said Landes, "as a doctor, I should examine your penis."
"All right," said the boy. And Andy watched as Landes put his hands all over Andy's little balls and his stem. Landes ran a finger under the head of Andy's penis and his forefinger tickled into Andy's little shooting spout.
"This won't hurt a bit," said Doctor Landes.
"I know," Andy said. "It even feels good," added the boy.
"Oh, Andy," said the Doctor. "I'm so glad you like me to touch your penis."
Landes took a warm washcloth and scrubbed the pussy juice off Andy's genitals. A lot had been encrusted on them from Doris. And Doctor Landes didn't like pussy juice at all. Not at all.
"Would you know what an adult penis looks like?" asked the doctor. "Have you ever seen your daddy's penis?"
The boy shook his head.
"Well," said Landes. "You should know what a grown man's dork looks like because that's where little boys and girls come from."
"I know all about that," said the boy with a disgusted tone of voice. He had long since known the biological theory of copulation.
"Well," said Landes, "you may know that but you've never seen a mature penis. Is that right?"
"Yeah," said Andy. The boy was getting bored. Landes would change all that.
"It's important that youngsters, both boys and girls, be especially nice to the doctor's penis," Landes said as he began to unzip his pants. "Because the doctor is their friend."
"I'll be nice to your penis," said Andy. "What do you want me to do with it?"
Landes slipped out of his white jacket and then pulled off his pants and shirt as the boy watched curiously. Landes soon stood before him in only a pair of baggy white shorts. Beneath the shorts, Landes' shriveled old genitals were mounting an erection. The boy could see it and was quite curious.
"I know a man's penis gets hairy," said Andy. He had figured that out from the hair which had begun to grow on his own testicles-the hair which Doris had removed with her teeth.
"And when it gets hairy," said Landes, "it develops special desires. I, for example, like boys. Boys like you."
"I don't understand," said the boy.
Landes seated the boy on a couch. He put his arm around him and began to play with the boy's penis again. Andy's penis became excited-very excited-and began to erect.
"Do you remember what you did with Doris?" said Doctor Landes.
"I fucked her," said Andy as Landes watched the boy's penis erect to a rubbery half-hard state. Landes nearly lost his train of thought as he watched.
"Yes, indeed," said Landes. "You fucked her by putting your little pecker into her pussy. Isn't that right?"
"Yes," said Andy slowly.
"And just in that same way," said Landes in triumph, "I am going to fuck you."
"But I don't have a pussy," said Andy.
"No," said Landes as-his big hairy penis popped up and out of his undershorts, "but you have a little back door-an asshole."
"But-?"
"No buts," said the doctor sternly. 'This is doctor's orders. You're going to be my little girl."
And Landes leaned over and kissed the boy on the cheek while still fondling the boy's nuts. Andy was a little scared and tried to pull away. He wasn't sure how normal this was.
"It won't hurt!" said Landes as he tightened his grip on the struggling boy. "It won't hurt and I have to do it! Understand? I have to! I need it! I need a little boy lover!"
Andy tried to push the doctor away. Landes stopped struggling with him and tried to calm him.
"Now Andy," said the doctor, "it's foolish of your to fight with me."
"I don't want to be a little girl," said the little boy.
"I was just speaking figuratively," said Landes. "Listen, do you remember how good Doris felt when your little pecker was in her warm little slot?"
"Yes," he said guardedly.
"Well, that's how good you will feel when my penis is in you."
"You're going to put your penis in me?" asked Andy.
"Yes," said the doctor firmly, "and it will feel wonderful. The doctor promises. It will also help your arm heel."
Andy didn't quite know what to make of it. But he figured that this kind and gay old doctor wouldn't hurt him.
"All right," said Andy. "I guess you're being honest."
"Honest injun," said the doctor. And Landes' penis popped to its full length at the thought of fucking little Andy.
"You'll have to lick my penis to prepare it for making love, Andy," Dr. Landes said to him.
And the little boy, thoroughly tonguewise by this time, began to lick. He first licked the head of the penis as it popped out of Landes' undershorts. Then, when Landes began to get more excited, he pulled down his shorts and stepped out of them, revealing to Andy his huge hairy genitals with the immense rod and the shriveled balls.
"Wow!" said Andy. "What ugly old balls."
"Just lick, little fellow," said the good doctor. And Andy obeyed.
Andy's entire "mouth worked over Landes' large prong. The little fellow licked it as he'd lick a big peppermint stick. And the gay old doctor taught him how to lick the very underside up and down that vein-those particular points which feel so good.
"Good boy," said the doctor as he sat back on the couch. "You're a good boy, Andy. Now take it in your mouth and stroke back and forth on it."
Andy took the large penis by its head and stroked his lips back and forth on it. Andy felt the penis growing larger and larger and harder and harder in his mouth. He felt that the doctor's penis was quite near the bursting point.
"Now, Andy," said the doctor, "it's time for me to love you as only a man can love a boy."
The doctor reached to a jar of petroleum jelly which he had conveniently placed by the sofa. He opened the jar and caught a huge gob of jelly on his forefinger.
"You probably used this to beat off with," said the doctor. The boy was embarrassed. "Am I right, Andy?"
Andy nodded.
"You do play with your peter?" asked the doctor.
"Yes," Andy said. "I beat off sometimes."
"Turn over," the doctor said. "And push your buttocks apart."
Andy obeyed like a good fellow. He leaned over and knelt on the sofa on all fours. Then he brought one hand back and pushed his right buttock a bit to the side.
The doctor splashed a little dab of jelly into Andy's rectal cavity. Then he pushed it into Andy's little back door with a prodding finger.
Then the doctor greased up his own member with a vast amount of jelly. He figured Andy's little hole might be too tight and would need a bit of opening up.
"On all fours, Andy," said the doctor. The boy obeyed and the doctor mounted Andy like a male dog mounting his bitch.
The doctor's big penis found its way quickly to Andy's rectal opening. And all the lubrication served its purpose well. The next thing Andy knew, a big prong was pushing its way into his asshole. At first it felt strange. Then it felt good.
"You may learn to like this quite a bit," said the paunchy old doctor as he pushed his hard penis right in.
Landes huffed and puffed. Finally Andy's asshole loosened up considerably and the old pederast's big penis slid in all the way. Andy yelped in surprise.
"Does it hurt, son?" asked the doctor as he sloshed his penis in and out slowly with measured methodical motions.
"It feels good," said the boy. "But it surprised me."
"The best is yet to come," said the doctor, punning horribly with his sentence.
Landes stroked the boy's asshole at an accelerating rate. He felt the jelly slip and slide between his prick and the flesh of the boy's backdoor. Landes rubbed harder and harder and felt the sensitive little spot under the head of the penis rubbing hard against the insides of the boys rectum.
"Shit!" thought Landes, "what a terrific little asshole. One of the best!"
It was. Andy's asshole was tight, yet comfortable. And his buttocks were soft and fleshy, just the kind that men like Doctor Landes quest eternally for. Landes reached around Andy's hips to hold the boy tightly to him. But Landes' hand instead fell upon the boy's fully erect penis. It was a surprise which excited the doctor to no end.
"Andy," said the doctor as he pushed his large prick in and out. "You're so big." And the doctor ran his hand up and down Andy's prick, pleasing the boy to no end. It was only fair, an even exchange of pleasure.
The boy was silent. Then he said, "Don't stop, doctor. It feels so good."
Doctor Landes felt himself falling deeply for this well-hung little fellow. He stroked madly and wildly, the juices all the time building in his prick for a huge ejaculation.
Landes felt the juices beginning to climb up his prick. Then he felt something in that hand which was holding Andy's penis. Andy was coming.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Andy's warm come trickled out of his wang and all over Landes' palm. It was more excitement than a man like Landes can contain himself for. So he pressed his own penis firmly into the boy's rectum. And he, too, came with huge orgasmic blasts which felt like they were rising up from somewhere deep in his nuts.
Andy felt the hot blasts of come up his ass. It was the hot sperm shooting up within him. Andy liked it and wiggled his ass as that big prick came in him. The wiggling of a set of buttocks as nice as Andy's made Landes come ever more and all the harder. Andy was such a good little fuck for the doctor.
Landes' orgasm lasted for nine or ten hard spurts. Then a few dribbles came out to finish things up with. Then, totally exhausted in the post-orgasmic state, he withdrew his penis with a loud gurgle from Andy's ass.
"Did you like it?" he asked the boy.
"I think I like fucking girls more than being fucked," the boy said after a moment's consideration of the question, "but it was okay."
Okay? The doctor had blasted his nuts off and the boy only said it was okay. Children are so harsh and callous with adults. That's why Landes always tried not to become emotionally involved with children.
After Landes regained his energy, he cleaned Andy's ass and prick off, lest he leave any tell-tale traces of his pleasure. Then he even examined Andy's little arm to make sure that the cast was still on properly.
Then he led Andy back to his assigned private room. He didn't like the idea of those hot-cunted nurses getting a fair young boy like Andy, but Landes was reconciled to having to share some of the children with those dreadful nurses. Such were the sacrifices that the doctors had to make in a big urban hospital like Rittenhouse.
Doctor Landes had just returned Andy to his room when he ran into Rhonda wandering down the hospital corridors with little Billy hanging onto her hand. Landes followed them, but was disappointed to see that she was only returning Billy. Rhonda had obviously already shared her charms and affections with that darling little blond youngster.
"Too bad," thought Landes. "I would have liked to watch them."
He came face to face with Rhonda a few moments later. He told her that he had just returned Andy to his private room and that Doris could have him back.
"I think I'd like to see him for a minute, too," said Rhonda. Rhonda and the good doctor walked back to Andy's room and peeped in.
Andy was gone!
"Phenomenal!" protested Doctor Landes. "I left him here less than a minute ago."
"Maybe he's run away," said Doris. "Shit!
We're in trouble if Andy's going to blab about all the children we're fucking in this ward!"
It was a crisis, indeed. Doris didn't have Andy, either. And when Doris, Rhonda and Doctor Landes searched that entire wing of the hospital, they found no trace of Andy-no trace at all.
What they did discover was that another little boy, twelve-year-old Ronnie Dexter, was missing from his bed. Ronnie had been brought in for an asthma attack. But he sure wasn't anywhere to be found.
"Maybe he ran away," suggest Doris again, speaking now of the second boy.
"Or maybe he was taken-along with Andy."
"But by whom?" scoffed the doctor.
"Renetta Sharborne," muttered both of the nurses at exactly the same time.
"That mean bitch?" asked Doctor Landes. "I'd hate to think of what she'll do if she has those little boys."
Doris hated to think of it, too. She was deeply in love with Andy. And the things that Renetta would do to him made the poor sincere Doris break down and cry right there in the hospital corridor.
"My poor little Andy angel," she sobbed. "I'll never see his penis intact again."
Her eyes were as wet as her pussy. The two boys had to be found!
CHAPTER FIVE
The entire hospital was searched by Doris, Rhonda and Doctor Landes. No trace could be found of either Renetta or the two children. And the guards at all the outgoing doors had no record of any of them leaving the hospital.
Doris was so depressed that she couldn't control herself. Her heart cried out for her little Andy. Yet her pussy simply cried for a little boy. It was easy to understand what she had to do. To console herself over the loss of little Andy, she'd have to find another little boy.
Finding one was easy-just go to the teen-age ward. Finding one who would be a little interim lover would be a bit harder.
Doris walked slowly to the teen-age ward. She had no idea of any of the attributes of the other little boys in the ward. All she knew was that it would have to be pretty good to top Andy.
But fortune smiled on Doris. She overheard the head nurse in the ward talking to another old bag of a nurse.
The head nurse was a gray-haired old hag who must have weighed two hundred pounds. Her name was Miss Feckerty. She was talking to another old hen named Miss Downey.
"Did you see the mess that little Jerry Robinson made on the nice new sheets we gave him?" muttered Miss Feckerty.
"Mess?" repeated the other old hag. "What did he do-a nocturnal bowel movement?"
"Worse," said the other old nurse, the head nurse. "A nocturnal emission."
The old hens shook their heads in disgust. They thought little boys were just as cute as pie. But when they started to grow up, these old hens wanted nothing to do with them. After all, a lot of people like kittens until they turn into mean, scratchy torn cats.
"We'll have to have someone go change that awful boy's sheets again," cursed Miss Feckerty. "I won't do it. I'm sick of his uncontrollable little desires, sick! He's a filthy young boy!"
The other nurse agreed. And Doris had her golden opportunity.
"Did I hear that you need a staff member for something?" said Doris.
"That eleven-year-old Jerry Robinson has been sullying his sheets every night with nocturnal emissions," said Miss Feckerty sternly. "Some nurse will have to change his sheets again."
"Where is he?" asked Doris.
"Room 712," said Miss Downey. "And," she added in an unusual loss of cool, "you tell that little fucker that I'm going to take him over my knee with a hairbrush to his ass if he keeps squirting off on our good white sheets."
Doris didn't even bother to argue. She just went straight to room 712. She wanted to see little Jerry and discuss his problem with him. Maybe she could teach him some more exciting things to do with his penis.
Eleven years old, she thought as she walked down the hall with a yearning for boycock still alive in her pussy. He's awfully young to be squirring off at night. His testicles must be descending awfully early.
She arrived at room 712. She had been off duty for more than two hours. She was anxious to go home, but she was also anxious to find a substitute for her lost little Andy. Doris was pleased that there were no other nurses in that room. It made everything easy.
There were three girls and three boys in room 712.
"Which one of you is Jerry?" she asked. And an absolutely gorgeous little boy with a jutting jaw and thick dark hair raised his hand.
It was love at first sight, of a sort. "Jerry," she said, "please come with me."
He slid down from his bed in his little tunic. She could almost see his little gonads as he slid off the bed.
He walked over to her. "Is this-about-?" he began to say. The boy stammered. He was scared of Doris.
"About what?" she asked tenderly.
"About my broken penis?" he asked, nearing sobs.
"Your what?" she repeated.
"My broken penis," he asked in a cracking voice.
"What's a broken penis?" she asked, greatly intrigued.
"The head nurse said my penis was broken," the little boy said. "She said that's why I keep waking up with a little pool of piss over my wang."
"Are you sure it's piss?" she asked. Doris was suspicious of those anti-sex old nurses. The boy was silent.
Doris stooped down to hold the little darling and looked him in the eye. She was beginning to forget about Andy. Almost.
"Well," she said, "does it seem like piss or is it sticky?"
"It's sticky," he said. 'The head nurse said it was sticky piss and that I'd have to wear a strange garment white I slept if I keep pissing sticky piss while I sleep," the boy was near tears. Doris put her arm around him.
"What is coming out of your penis is not piss," she said to him.
"It's not?" he answered.
"No," she said. "It's something better than piss."
"What is it?" he asked. "What's it for?"
"Well," she said, ',that's something which I'll have to show you. But as long as you're beginning to spurt off magic fluid at night, you're old enough to know about your penis."
"What about my penis?" he asked her. "What about it-it's not broken? I don't have to wear the garment?"
"What kind of garment was it?" she asked, quite curious.
"The head nurse said she would have to put my penis in penis restraint," the boy said. "She had a garment with pins in it and the pins would stick into my penis if I got hard at night. I didn't want that at all. Please, nursie. Please. No pins in my penis."
"No one will put pins in your penis," she said. "In fact," she added, "I'm going to teach you how to do wonderful, wonderful things with your ding dong. Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes," he said, falling into her arms and hugging her as he pushed against her breasts. "I'd love to do that, nursie. Please take me away from the head nurse. Please, nursie? Please?"
Doris said she would. But she also marvelled at the type of sadistic trap which old Miss Feckerty was going to try to put that cute little boy in. At last Doris suspected something close to the truth about old Miss Feckerty and the old Downey bag. They were a couple of old dyke sadists. The things you learn about the people around you!
"I think I'd better take you down to the nurses' residence to discuss this," she said. And she led little Jerry down to the elevator which took them to the floor two floors below the teen-age ward. From there it was just a short walk to the nurses' residence.
Doris was so anxious to examine her new little boyfriend that she failed to take the necessary precautions such as locking doors behind her.
She led Jerry back to the room she shared with two other nurses for dressing and undressing into and out of uniforms. Neither of her roommates were there.
"Now, Jerry," she said to her young friend, "the first thing we have to do is look at your little penis."
"You won't hurt it, will you?" he asked.
"Of course not," she said. "I'm not the type of girl who hurts penises. I love penises-especially the penises of little boys like you."
So he allowed her to lift his tunic off him by pulling it up over his head. Off it came. And there before her was his little bare penis, with hardly a hair on it and a good deal of time before the testicles were to lower all the way.
"Why, Jerry," said Doris. "Your penis certainly isn't broken. In fact, it's in perfect condition. You must learn how to use it."
"How do I use it?" asked the boy.
"Do you get hard during the day sometimes?" the good nurse asked.
The boy blushed. "Sometimes," he said.
"Well," said the nurse. "We'll have to make you hard. Then you can learn how to shaft ladies with your dick."
The boy sat back naked on one of the beds in the room. Doris had to give him an erection.
"Do you ever look at pictures of naked ladies?" Doris asked. And the boy shook his head.
"Do you play with yourself?" Doris asked.
And he shook his head again.
"Well," she said, "why do you come at night?" she asked.
"You mean why do I piss sticky piss at night?" the boy asked.
"Yes," she said.
"I don't know," he answered.
Doris was silent. The boy evidently wasn't even old enough to recognize his male duty of shafting women's pussies. This was going to take a little doing after all.
"Why do you get hard during the day sometimes?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said. "It just gets hard."
"What are you usually thinking about when you get hard?" she asked.
"I dunno," he said, "baseball," he guessed.
Doris was getting pissed. She'd like to slam a baseball bat up that little kid's ass. That would be fun. Here he was with a cute little hairless penis, and she couldn't figure out how to arouse it. Nursing can be such a difficult job.
"Let me show you something," said Doris. "I'm going to show you what ladies look like when they're naked."
The boy watched her curiously as she unbuttoned her nursing uniform and let it slowly slip off. "Have you ever watched your mother undress?" she asked.
"Nope," said the boy, shaking his head.
Come on, you little fart, she cursed. Get hard. Stiffen up. Her curses, of course, were thought to herself.
She stepped out of her white nursing uniform as the boy watched her carefully. Then she let down her white panties and unhooked her bra. She let the bra slide over her front and her firm breasts with their hard nipples hung right in front of the boy's face.
"Golly," he said. But his penis didn't move at all.
She left her white nursing stockings on. They remained high up her legs, almost to her hairy crotch, as she walked before the boy. He started at that tuft of hair between her legs.
She hoped that he'd erect so that the two of them could have some educational fun.
But nothing happened. His little bare wang didn't even twitch.
"At least you could fondle and suck my nipples," she said to him in a soft voice, almost a teasing voice. And she pushed her nippled breasts into his face. The boy took the right one in his uncertain hands and before she knew it his mouth was on it, suckling it nicely and playing with the little fip of the hard nipple.
"Not too hard," she said softly as she felt that wonderful feeling of sucked tit warm her entire body. "Don't bite."
"I won't," he said, "I know how to do this."
She let his words sink in as he played with her right breast and then with more certain hands switched to her left one. Then she couldn't stop herself from asking, "How do you know how to do this?"
"My mama makes me do this, too," he said. "She says it makes her feel as if I'm still her little baby."
Doris let him keep sucking as she thought about the boy's mother. What an incestuous deviate, she thought. Maybe that's why he can't erect.
"Has your mother ever showed you her hairy spot?" she asked her little lover.
"Nope," said the boy, shaking his head. "She said that I mustn't touch her hairy spot because she might not be able to stop herself."
"Do you understand what she means?" she asked.
The boy shook his head and kept sucking her left bosom. It felt wonderful. But Doris was more lost in thought than in passion.
I could show him my cunt, she thought, but it won't do any good if he can't get his prick up. I have to get that penis hard. Then I can just let him shove it in.
"When did your little wang get hard last??" she asked. She gazed down at it and it was still as limp as a little worm. "I want to make it big like a big flesh hot dog."
"In the shower last week," said the boy.
"What were you thinking about in the shower?" she said, closing in on her target.
"Nothing," he said.
"We were playing."
"We?"
"My brother and I," he said. "We play together in the shower."
"What do you play?" she asked, her cunt now starting to froth with the exciting thought and vision of two lovely naked little boys playing in the warm mist of a shower.
"Doctor," he said. "We examine each other."
The boy was beginning to suck harder on her breasts. She could tell he was getting excited. In fact, maybe she imagined it, but she thought she saw his hairless little penis give a little twitch. Maybe. Maybe not.
"And what part of your bodies do you examine?" she asked in triumph as the boy i continued to flick his little boy's tongue over her nipple as he sucked harder and harder.
"We examine each other's rods," he said. And she looked down to see that his little wang was indeed getting longer. Yes, in fact, it was no longer a little wang but rather a big wang. It was no longer soft and contracted; rather, it was long and erect-not fully erect yet, but definitely going in the right direction.
Her pussy tingled at the prospect.
"You play with each other's members?" she asked.
"Oh, yes" he said, his bare little penis swelling up with pride and enjoyment. "We make each other hard and then we make sticky piss come out of our little hoses."
"Magnificent," she said. And she took his little hand and pushed it into her wet pussy. "Keep it there," she said, pointing his stubby little fingers onto her clitoris. "Keep them there but move them around."
"Okay," he said. And he wiggled his fingers like a little octopus loose in her pussy. She moaned. But she had to keep his peter erect.
"Do you like your brother's penis?" she asked. And she glanced down to see his little member swelling even faster at the thought.
"Oh, yes," said the little boy. "Tommy is fifteen and he even has harries on his little balls."
"What a little man your brother is," said Doris, as those fingers kept juicing at her cunt. "Do you ever put his penis in your mouth?"
The boy blushed. His fingers stopped. She knew she had hit on something. She held his hand. "Keep those fingers moving," she begged. "You must be nice to the nurse and I'll make sure you're safe from being put in penis restraint."
The boy was silent but he moved his fingers again. He moved them briskly all around her cunt. She even felt a fingertip or two glance into the inner lips of her vagina. She moaned when it happened because she was so conscious of what a pretty little naked eleven-year-old boy was doing it to her. But she had to keep talking. She had to keep that beautiful littly bare penis erect until she could stuff it in.
"Now answer me," she said. "Does your brother make you put his penis in your mouth?"
"He told me never to tell," the boy said. "He does, doesn't he?" she asked firmly. "We're not bad boys," he said defensively. "We-"
"Of course not," she said. "It's very normal. You and Tommy are very good boys."
He seemed consoled by her sincere nurse's point of view. So he twisted his fingers a little deeper into her cunt. She felt his baby thumb rasp gently around and over her clitoris. She felt the desire building in her pelvic section and she knew her orgasm was not far away.
"You like penis, don't you, Jerry?" she asked. She wanted to build his desire, too, before she let him prong her.
The boy didn't answer.
"It's all right," she said. "You can tell the nice friendly nurse."
"I like penis a lot," said the boy. "I like it more than sucking mommy's nipples," he continued.
"Of course you do," said Doris. "You haven't learned how to enjoy a woman's cunt yet."
"But I like penis," said the little boy.
"Think of your brother's penis," said Doris. "Think of it all big and long and pointing out at you."
"Oh, yes," said the boy in his high, childish voice. "Oh, how I like my brother Tommy's penis."
"That great big penis," said Doris, playing on the young fellow's imagination. Jerry's own little wang was as erect as she'd ever seen a hairless penis. She reached down and felt it.
It was smooth and warm. The boy trembled a little at first when Doris rubbed tenderly on the underside of it.
"Oh, Jerry," said Doris. "You have such a nice penis. Such a very nice, nice penis."
"Thank you, nursie," he said. "You're nice to my penis, too."
The boy became quite intrigued with the fact that Doris had no penis. He played around in her pussy with considerable interest. Then he asked the question that all little boys evenu tally ask.
"Why don't you have a penis, nurse?" he said to the moaning naked woman of thirty.
"I'm glad you asked me that," said Doris fondly to the youth. "Because that's what I brought you here to show you."
The boy was very curious. He was such a cute little fellow, too-all naked with his massive needle-like penis sticking straight up from his crotch as Doris tickled her finger in and out of the little orifice on the tip of his penis.
"Push your fingers as far into me as you can," she instructed the little boy. "And see what you find."
He obeyed. He plunged his stubby childish fingers into her and eventually they pushed through the milky wetness and lisped past the lips to her inner vaginal canal.
"A hole!" he said in triumph.
"Yes," she said, leaning forward to kiss the gorgeous youth on his cheek. "A hole. Now what do you normally do with holes?"
She waited for his response as he thought about it. It was difficult for her to concentrate with those baby fingers rustling around the insides of her pussy. She was quite close to orgasm. Yet she wanted to share a genital orgasm with this fresh little boy-of eleven years.
"What does one do with a hole?"
"You put something in it?" he said as half a statement and half a guess.
"Right!" she said. And she rewarded him with a passionate kiss on the lips; a kiss which forced his mouth open with the exploring hard tongue which she could use so well.
And he smiled for having guessed the correct answer.
"Now," she said, "if I have a hole and you have a big stick, and we both have them in the same places, what do you think you should do with your stick?"
"Put it in your hole!" said the child in an impish and highly satisfied voice.
"Oh, my little love," said Doris. "You're such a bright little boy." He was jumping with excitement at his quick victory in her game. And they let their mouths meet again in the fervent passion which now both of them felt. Nurse and child! How beautiful could anything be?
They were so deeply in an embrace that neither could hear the half-open door to Doris's room open in the hallway. It was Rhonda. Rhonda could hear talking and the warm movement of bodies, so she tiptoed the rest of the way in. Then she stopped completely unobserved at the door to the sleeping quarters and watched Doris and her new little boyfriend.
Rhonda had news about Andy, dreadful news in fact! But Rhonda was more interested in watching than in talking, and Doris was thinking only of the little boy in her arms.
Doris pushed the little boy back on the bed and released his tender, erect penis from her grip. He didn't quite understand what she was doing but he decided that as a nurse, she must know what she was about.
Rhonda, watching, picked up a long-necked bottle from a table and prepared to lower her panties beneath her nursing uniform. Rhonda had some strange habits.
Rhonda peered past the door and could see Jerry being pushed back to a lying position on the bed. Then she saw Doris leaning over the boy and taking the little boy's penis in her mouth.
Rhonda heard the little boy giggle as Doris's head bobbed slowly up and down with the penis tucked neatly and comfortably between her moist lips.
Rhonda slid her panties down to around her knees. Her skirt length stopped just at the knees so that the panties could hardly be seen.
Then Rhonda pushed the long-necked bottle, resembling an empty whiskey bottle, between her thighs with the top pointing upward. And she pretended it was a strong penis belonging to a little ten-year-old black boy whom she had seen earlier in the teen-age ward. The boy had been abnormally well-endowed and certainly was advanced for his age. Hence, he made the teen-age ward three years early.
Slowly, she worked the bottle upward between her legs until she felt the hard glass lips of the empty bottle come to rest in the hair of her cunt. Then she pushed it up harder and more resolutely. The neck of the bottle pushed right past her pussy hair, past the outer cunt lips and straight into her vaginal lips. She spread her legs as best she could and imagined she was getting cock from that little black boy.
What imagination Rhonda had! But then again, what normal healthy girl wouldn't want the hot cock of a handsome little boy with coffee-colored skin?
All the time that Rhonda worked that bottle upward to her sacred area, she peered surrepticiously past that open door and watched Doris seducing that wonderful little boy named Jerry. Whether or not Jerry's bizarre experiences with mommy and big brother had warped him or not, he was doing a good job at maintaining an erection for Doris.
Doris had a good cockwise mouth. And although this type of thing was new to the little boy with the long, nubile hairless cock, he was indeed enjoying it.
Doris stroked her wet lips up and down on his penis. She felt it stiffen to what seemed the maximum length. So, since her own cunt was crying out for cock, she decided that the time had come.
She gave Jerry's bulging blue-veined little rod a final kiss of affection and she began to straddle the youngster. She brought her leg over him and sat on his knees, one leg on each side of him and with her cunt spread wide above him.
Rhonda reached to the bottle and pumped it hard up and down, in and out. It almost hurt, she pumped it so hard. Oh, if it were only a big, bare black cock!
Nothing turned Rhonda on like watching a boy's penis going into a big mature hairy cunt. She stooped down and pumped the bottle, stooping just so that she could see Jerry's penis as Doris straddled it.
Doris moved up on Jerry's body until her hairy snatch was right above Jerry's big bare penis.
Then she spread wide the lips of her vagina and slowly began to sit down on his big rod.
"Gosh," he said, sniffing the aroma of her cunt. "It smells."
"You'll learn to love and yearn for that scent," she promised her little lover. "And you'll even learn to love the taste of it."
"Gosh," was all he said.
Slowly, the big hairy lips of her massive cunt came down and hungrily took into it the warm and pulsating shaft which was the boy's penis.
The penis slipped in slowly, the big swollen head going first. Rhonda saw every little push and pounded the bottle neck up her cunt with the maximum velocity in and out. She panted and twisted her cunt on that bottle. She rubbed it around and pushed it sideways. Then she orgasmed all over it as she saw Jerry's penis slip quickly and completely into that big, hairy snatch of Doris's.
"Oh, shit!" said Doris as she felt that penis go deep into her. "Oh, shit, but you're a big, big boy!"
Doris methodically let her cunt rise and fall on Jerry's erection. Up and down and up and down she went. What normal woman of thirty wouldn't love to ride on the heavenly pure penis of such a young boy?
Doris's hairy pussy slammed with all its throbbing wet fervor on the small boy's groin and the huge needle which protruded from it.
"What a penis!" she moaned to herself. "What a fucking farting damn filthy cuntwise cocksure fucking ball-assed penis!"
Jerry was driving her cunt crazy! Crazy! Absolutely crazy! He was all of a sudden the longest little boy that she had ever been penetrated by. Her cunt was going crazy!
She began to orgasm!
"Shit! Cock! Cunt! Balls! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed as she banged her hot cunt up and down on that boy's penis. She couldn't get enough. It was so long! So hard! It was like a railroad spike in hardness and it pushed in so far that his tip was pushing smack against her cervix.
"Cunt! Cock! Shit!" she moaned. It was so heavenly that she could hardly stand it. She leaned forward on the boy and wrapped her womanly arms around him, pressing her pebble hard tits square against the baby fat of his young chest. And all the time her cunt was caught up in the deep pelvic thrusts of one of the greatest and most sustained orgasms of her life.
At the same time, Rhonda was dildoing herself with that bottle so hard that she was orgasming again too. The pelasure that Doris felt in her cunt must have flown through the air and landed smack in Rhonda's pussy.
"Fart! Shit! Piss! Penis!" snarled Doris and she slobbered a massive kiss on the boy's mouth, her tongue exploring his docile mouth again. It was more excitement than any lad of his age could be expected to take.
The little boy's penis was pushed in such a way that the tippy tippy tip of it, the little spout at the end, was pushing smack against her cervix. When the penis could stand no more of that excitement, it became hard. Real hard! It came in countless hard spurting blasts of come. And every one of those countless hot gobs from that twitching, lurching penis splashed hard against the cervix deep at the deepest point in her cunt.
She felt every drop. And the orgasm which she rose to was by far the greatest of her life. He came quarts and quarts it seemed. He just wouldn't stop. All that come from such a small boy.
Harder and harder spat out the hot seed gobs from his long, twitching, exploding wang. Doris twisted and banged her cunt up and down nd finally pressed it hard right down squarely onto his groin.
And she tensed and held her breath as she simply sat firm and felt every one of those blasts squirt up and tickle her cunt with the squirming hot seeds.
Rhonda bottle-necked herself to a third orgasm. And when Jerry was through coming, Doris was practically too expended to move. At length, she lifted her cunt off his flacid penis. A puddle trickled out and then her pussy gave a little gurgle as she swung her leg over him and lay beside him, nestling his handsome young head against the hard nipples of her breasts.
"My little love," she said. "My new little love." She lay there for a moment and then was suddenly aware of the presence on the other side of the door. She sat up quickly, scared shitless that it might have been Miss Feckerty or Renetta Sharborne with a bullwhip or a penis restraint.
But it was only Rhonda, Doris's friend.
"Oh," sighed Doris when Rhonda stepped into full view. Rhonda, too, was gasping for breath. Her panties were still down and she still held the bottle in her hand. "It's you."
"I-I watched," said Rhonda. "I couldn't help it. I had to watch."
"It's all right," said Doris. And she explained to the boy that it was perfectly normal for some ladies to watch other ladies as they made love to youngsters. All healthy girls are curious sooner or later.
"Come sit with us," Doris offered. "Come see Jerry's penis. He's a very beautiful boy with a very beautiful hunk of meat."
Rhonda sheepishly wandered to the bed and sat down. Her panties down around her knees made her walk strangely and the juice from her pussy was on her vaginal lips as it tried to trickle down between her legs.
The bottle smelled putrid so she put it down before she sat on the bed. Jerry would have been asking questions.
Doris gave her girlfriend a sincere kiss on the lips when she sat down beside them.
"Wow," said Rhonda, taking her first close look at Jerry's wet crotch. "He is hung."
"He's a nice boy and a good boy," said Doris, embracing the boy a little tighter. "And he's mine."
"You're a lucky girl," said Rhonda.
"Would you like to hold his penis in your mouth?" asked Doris. "I'm sure he won't mind."
"I'd love to," said Rhonda, looking down at the wet pussy-stinking limp little wang. "I'll wash it off for him."
Rhonda licked Jerry's nuts and prong completely dry, lapping up all the pussy juice from her girlfriend's cunt. Then she thought back to what she had originally come to that room for, the news she was bringing to Doris.
"Andy's been found," said Rhonda. "And something horrible has happened to him!"
CHAPTER SIX
When Dr. Landes found little Ronnie wandering around the halls of the hospital, the little boy was wearing a very cute little red dress.
It wasn't the dress of a woman. Rather it was the dress of a little girl, and that had been the least of the boy's humiliation at the hands of the bitch nurse named Renetta.
"She hurt me," sobbed Ronnie as Dr. Landes found him wandering around the halls.
She hurt my little bottom."
Ronnie was crying in long sobbing wails and Landes, the gay old doctor, put his arm around the little boy to comfort him.
"Did Renetta dress you up like a little girl, too?" asked Dr. Landes.
The boy sobbed and nodded his head. Renetta had placed a little blond wig on his head before setting him free. His little curls rolled as he nodded.
"I don't wanna be a little girl," he said. "She stuck something up my asshole."
Little boys who mention their bottoms to Dr. Landes invariably get a free on-the-spot medical examination. And anyone could guess which spot it's on.
Landes immediately bent over the little boy and pulled his skirt up. Landes discovered that Renetta had stuffed a short leather plug, somewhat in the shape of a penis, up the boy's asshole.
It hurt horribly, and when Dr. Landes pulled it out, the pain was relieved.
"How horrible," said Dr. Landes as he took the boy's hand in his. Yet, Landes, for all his physical examination had never asked the boy who he was, so Landes thought he was Andy, not Ronnie.
Thus the gay old doc spread the word erroneously that Andy had been found. In truth it was Ronnie, but Ronnie soon was able to tell part of what had happened to the two boys.
Upon the false news that Andy had been found, Doris rushed to his private room. Instead of Andy, she found Ronnie.
"You stupid fart," said Doris to Dr. Landes. 'That's not the little boy I love. That must be Ronnie Dexter."
"Yes," sobbed the boy. "I'm Ronnie."
"Gracious," said Dr. Landes, thoroughly confused by now. "All these little boys look so similar to me."
"That's because you only look at their asses and their penises," cursed Doris.
"And what do you look at?" countered the doctor as Rhonda watched him confront Doris.
"I happen to be in love with Andy," Doris countered quite righteously.
"Bullshit," said the doctor. "You should have learned by now never to give your heart to these little boys. Every time you fall for one, their mommy or daddy comes to take them away. Then you're left with a broken heart again over these little fellows.
"You sound so knowledgeable about little boys," intoned Rhonda.
"I speak from experience," said the doctor, batting his eyes to keep them dry. It was indeed true. The doctor had been deeply in love with many youngsters in his life.
There had been Phillip a ten-year-old with golden hair. And Charlie, a sixteen-year-old with a huge phallus. And Kenny, and Lenny and Brucie and Marvin and Stevie and Markie and Chuckie and Neil. All those lovely little boys had broken the good doctor's heart. Life could be so cruel to a man of unusual taste.
Heartbreak was nothing new to the doctor. Just the month previously, his companion of the last year, seventeen-year-old Jimi Tate had broken the old man's heart by suddenly moving out of their apartment and taking up with a rough trade rodeo stunt man who had just blown into town from Houston.
Jimi had been a beautiful young boy of sixteen when the doctor had met him in a bar and offered kindly to keep him in return for an occasional trick.
Yet, in return for his generosity, the doctor had been thanked with an empty bed and a broken heart. So when the good doctor spoke of how little boys break adult hearts, he spoke from deep and painful experience. But then, what normal man hasn't had his heart broken at least once by his homosexual yearnings? After all, all men are homosexual. It's just that most haven't faced the truth and admitted to themselves that they'd like to take a boy lover from time to time. If only grown men would be honest with themselves!
It took some time for Ronnie to calm himself down from the humiliating experiences which he'd suffered at the hands of that bitch nurse.
The boy's girl clothing was removed and Doris spotted a few fresh scratches near the boy's hairless little penis.
"That bitch!" cursed Doris at the sadistic nurse, Renetta. "It lookes like she tried to flay his little balls."
Ronnie was given a seditive and allowed to sleep for a few hours. Doris used the time to the same purpose. She dozed off down in the nurse's quarters. When she woke up she learned exactly what had befallen the boys. Ronnie had told the other nurses exactly the depths of degeneracy which Renetta had descended to.
When Renetta had run off with Andy, she had taken Ronnie too, because she had a strange plan which she'd need two little boys for.
It was when Renetta was leading Andy by the hand out of the teen-age ward that Miss Sharborne first noticed Ronnie.
Ronnie was sitting alone in his hospital bed with his little tunic pulled up just beyond his waist. Renetta was walking by when she noticed Ronnie. Ronnie's back was to her at the time. Yet, she knew exactly what he was doing-playing with himself.
"Hey!" she snapped at the youngster. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
The boy turned to Miss Sharborne quickly and defensively, pulling down his tunic quickly as he turned. "I ... I wasn't doing anything," he protested.
Miss Sharborne's face wrinkled into a cruel scowl. She walked over to the boy's bed on her haughty and impeccably white nursing shoes.
"Liar," she said. "You tell me exactly what you were doing or I'll have you spanked with a hairbrush!"
"Some ... something strange was happening," the boy said in a scared, stammering voice. Miss Sharborne glanced through her mean eyes at the little boy's crotch. She could see a huge erection beneath it. Miss Sharborne wasn't a nurse in the teen-age ward for nothing. She knew when the little fellows were up to a little autoeroticism.
"Exactly what?" she demanded. She let her eyes run from the boy's eyes to his name on the bed chart. "Ronnie Dexter," she thought. 'That has a nice ring."
"Something strange happend to my little, my little...." stammered the boy. Miss Sharborne, like a good nurse, helped the boy out.
She reached forward and her hand slipped under his tunic. She grabbed his erection in her hands and held it firmly. "Something happened to this?" she asked.
The boy was embarrassed. But he nodded that yes indeed, he thought something strange was happening with his little member. Nothing half as strange, though as the things which were about to happen.
"It's as hard as a rock, you impetulant little son of a bitch," cursed Miss Sharborne. "Explain yourself! Explain why is your penis fully erect!"
Ronnie was near tears. He couldn't explain it since this was the first time it had ever happened to him. Ah, the boy had just enjoyed one of the golden moments of his childhood-his first erection! What better day would there ever be for him to learn the facts of life?
"It't ... it's never done that before," he sobbed. "I must be sick. My little ding-ding has never done that before."
What nurse wouldn't be intrigued with such a delightful situation? "Never?" she asked.
"Never," sobbed the boy. "Honest, nunie," he whimpered. "It's never done that before."
Renetta leaned over the boy, pushing her massive breasts very close to his body. "Well," she said. "There's nothing to worry about. But I will have to take you with me for a little exercise."
"Exercise?" he asked.
"Of course," she said. "Once your penis begins to do things like that, there are certain things which you must learn to do with your body."
"Like what?" he asked, his eyes drying up now that the nurse was speaking so kindly to him.
"You must learn how to fuck," she said. "And you must learn about the things adults do for enjoyment with their bodies."
"Gosh," was all he could say. And Miss Sharborne took the lad by the hand and led him away with Andy.
She led her two boys through a maze of tunnels and elevators, making them lose complete track of where in the hospital they were. Then eventually they arrived at a locked door which Miss Sharborne had a key to.
"You don't know how lucky you young fellows are," she said to her two little boyfriends. And indeed they didn't. Nor did they know whether the luck could be considered good or bad.
Miss Sharborne walked through the door first. Then came the boys, a bit scared, but even more curious. They saw a sparsely furnished room with a multitude of mirrors on the wall. On one wall, between two huge mirrors, there was a strange rack, the kind Andy had once seen in a movie about medieval torture practices, practices which are believed to be extinct in our enlightened day and age.
There were a few strands of leather on the bars of the rack, strands which almost looked like they held things in position on the rack. But what would be tied to a rack like that? The little boys had so very much to learn about the unusual taste which some nurses are blessed with.
And on the floor, set strangely in the center of the room so that all the mirrors could focus on it, was a large mattress, big enough for several bodies, be they child or adult .
Miss Sharborne locked the door with a key after the boys had entered. "We wouldn't want to be disturbed, would we?" she said rhetorically to her two young men.
The boys just stared around the room and looked at Miss Sharborne with a complete lack of any comprehension as to what was going on.
"I think it's time to remove our clothing," she said to her young friends. "All three of us!"
"You're getting undressed, too?" asked Ronnie in total surprise and astonishment.
"Of course, my little dear," she said to him. "It's medically necessary for this exercise we must perform. After all, clothes are dirty while the body is quite beautiful."
Renetta watched as the two boys pulled their little blue tunics up and over their heads, revealing their bare little bodies.
And what wonderful little bodies they had! Renetta could only watch and stare in wonder and complete thrill when she saw their two little penises.
The penises of boys that age are warm and rubbery looking. They are firm and resilient and quite, quite, desirable for a woman like Renetta who will never again see her thirtieth birthday. Fucking with little boys is the new modern way for a number of women to keep on the young side. There's really nothing quite equal to it!
Andy's penis she had of course seen before, when she watched it erect and then insert itself into the warm vibrating pussy of nurse Doris, the woman who loved Andy more than any other. At that time Renetta had marveled at how long and supple Andy's member was, despite his early age and his almost complete lack of hair on his penis.
She had noticed in particular the fine pattern of veins on his penis. It was crisscrossed very handsomely with veins of a great variety of colors-different reds and very bold blues, and crowned with that nice brown ring up near the head of his penis. And now Renetta was so close to it. Like any good medical person, she wanted a close examination.
"And how is your penis, Andy?" she asked kindly.
"Very well, thank you," he said. He'd been getting so much sexual action lately that he had learned to be both polite and humble about it. There's nothing more obnoxious than a conceited twelve-year-old boy who owns an enormous wang.
"I'm sure you won't mind if the nurse inspects," said Renetta as she loosened her nurse's uniform and stepped over to the naked boy.
Andy shook his head. Of course he wouldn't mind.
Renetta stepped completely out of her uniform and let it slip to the floor as she approached the boy. She was down to bra, panties and those big white stockings which climbed all the way up her legs to a pot just below the hairy mass of her pussy. She reached forward and took the boy's testicles in her hand.
"My, but you're endowned nicely," she said to Andy. "What a fine set of nuts."
"Thank you, nurse," Andy said.
"My name is Renetta," she said. "And I like little boys like you and Ronnie. I'm going to be your friend. Your dominant friend."
She looked at the boys as she continued to rub Andy's nuts with her hand. She saw a total lack of comprehension remaining on their faces.
"You don't understand, do you?" she asked them. And they both shook their heads. It would be necessary for action to replace words as their teacher.
"Just let things happen," she said. "You listen to the nurse and we'll all have a lot of fun playing with each other instead of with ourselves. That's what life is all about," she explained. "Seeking pleasure from the body of another person."
She continued to rub Andy's balls as the other boy watched carefully. He seemed particularly intrigued with Renetta's breasts and her hand as it fondled the first boy's jewels.
"May I taste your balls?" she said to Andy. Andy nodded. He had already become well aware of how good a grown woman's mouth feels on the penis and nuts.
Renetta moved forward and knelt down before Andy. She told him to lie back on the mattress. He did. He moved back and sat his fair young white ass down on the soft mattress. He looked all around him. All he could see was his reflection in the mirror. And with it, he saw Miss Sharborne make him lie back as she moved her head in slowly above his crotch.
Andy was getting excited, especially with Ronnie watching him. And when a young boy gets excited, what else is there for him to do except erect his penis?
Renetta brought her mouth into his crotch and kissed all around it, nibbling at the boy's balls as she kissed. Then she moved her lips and tongue upwards and Andy was suddenly aware that his penis was fully elongated and Miss Sharborne's tongue was lightly licking the underside of his staff.
How good that felt! Andy looked up and saw Ronnie watching him. It made him feel even better to know that another little boy was seeing him be the object of the amorous attentions of a grown woman. Being watched can be even more fun than watching. It all depends.
"This is what happens when your little dingle erects," Miss Sharborne said to Ronnie. "It's one of many wonderful things which can happen to the inflated penis."
The boy, Ronnie, was silent. But, standing there bare assed beside the loving couple on the mattress, Ronnie could not hide his carnal desire. He was erecting. Yes, indeed! The second erection of his life. And it was to be satisfied!
"Why don't you come join us, young fellow," she said to Ronnie, looking up from Andy's captive penis for an instant.
"You'll have more fun down here on the mattress with us," she added.
Ronnie walked slowly onto the mattress and sat down right beside the prostrate Andy. What a lucky woman Miss Sharborne was with her choice of two erect young penises right before her. All women should be so fortunate in the affiars of the flesh!
"Goodness," she said as she admired the two penises. "I wonder who's bigger."
The two boys glanced at each other's penises to see for themselves who was bigger. It looked pretty even. They both were pretty big.
"I think I should taste Ronnie's penis too," Renetta said. And she gently moved her head downward until her moist lips came to rest on the very tip of Ronnie's big hairless prong.
Then, as Ronnie lay back and began to enjoy his first lesson of love, Renetta flicked her tongue into the little orifice on the tip of Ronnie's instrument. It was moist with the sticky fluid males produce in anticipation of an orgasm. She ticked it out with her tongue and brought it back into her mouth to taste.
She liked it. She liked the flavor of young penis. It was sweeter and less pungent than the sperm and fluids produced by grown men. Little boys are just more desirable. That's all there is to it.
She wet her lips and let them glide slowly down his shaft and she felt Ronnie's fair young body give a slight twitch. He was nervous but was enjoying this strange new exercise most immensely. She was making a young oralist out of him. But if Ronnie liked mouth, he'd love cunt.
Miss Sharborne's cunt was still covered with her white panties. And her white bra and stockings covered the other important parts of her body. And how can a grown woman love her men if her nipples and her cunt are covered.
"Andy," she said to the first boy as she paused over Ronnie's erect and drooling penis. "Would you be a good boy and take my bra off?"
"Yes, nurse," he said. What a good boy he was!
Renetta, as she began to suck on Ronnie's penis, glanced upward to see the many mirrors around her. In each, she saw her body set near the naked boy's crotch. And she saw the darling body of that little boy stretched out before her as Andy rose to assist in the removal of her clothing.
Andy's little hands fumbled with the hooks on the back of her bra. But one by one the little hooks snapped loose and the next thing she knew, Andy had completely unlatched her from that uncomfortable device which the hospital dictated that she must wear.
"Now, Andy, darling," she said as the boy slid the bra forward and she pulled it off her huge breasts, "I want you to feel my nipples from where you're standing."
She tossed away her bra and brought her mouth back down on Ronnie's penis as she waited for Andy to obey her command. At the same time, as her moist mouth descended on Ronnie's prong, she noticed that Ronnie's eyes were fixed on her breasts.
"Do you like them?" she asked Ronnie.
"Uh-huh," he affirmed. He more than like them, he loved them.
"They're quite big, you know," she told her little boyfriend. "I'm a particularly large woman. And I have a cunt which loves both boys and girls! It's a very versatile cunt."
Ronnie didn't understand that much. He didn't know what a cunt was. He'd have to be shown.
Andy leaned over Renetta as she licked and mouthtooled Ronnie's penis. Andy's grasp just barely went around the large nurse, but sure enought, she soon felt Andy's able little hands playing with her nipples.
Andy had instinct like few other twelve-year-olds. He knew just how Miss Sharborne liked her nipples played with. He gripped each of those inch long nipples between his thumb and forefinger and gently played and tweaked them until Miss Sharborne's cunt started to froth with excitement.
"Oh, Andy," she said, discovering what Doris before her had discovered. "What a little devil you are!" Andy smiled.
But as Renetta ran her moist lips around the outside of Ronnie's erect young penis, Andy was giving the good nurse a little treat from behind. Andy, you see, had to hold Miss Sharborne quite firmly in order to wrap his young arms all the way around her body to her nipples, and in holding her so firmly, the youth was forced to press his penis hard into her back. And feeling that erect big prong at her back made the nurse's cunt froth all the more.
"Shit," she thought. "I wish to fuck that he'd stick that stiff up my cunt or my ass. Shit! What a rod on that boy!"
The pressing of hard dick to her back brought Miss Sharborne to the breaking point as it would any woman. She had to have cock. Fortunately, she had her choice of two.
Miss Sharborne could be a mean and punishing bitch. She was of a haughty dominant nature with older men, any man in fact, with hair on his nuts. But for boys, well, she could switch hit with boys. She could let them fuck her or she could wallop the shit out of them with a high pair of leather boots. It all depended on her mood. Yet at this moment she couldn't decide exactly which way she wanted to go.
Instinct told her to dominate. Yet, Ronnie had such a baby fresh penis that it would be an absolute shame not to let him slip it into her wet cunt. After all, getting a boy at his second erection in life was like really getting the best of it at the beginning. The first time is an experience-the second is pleasure.
She looked at Andy.
He was a living doll.
"Andy," she said. "Be a little dear and pull my panties down."
"Yes, nurse," he replied docily.
She let Ronnie's penis slip from her mouth. The boy stared up, not knowing what to expect yet. What he saw was Miss Sharborne standing and allowing Andy to pull her white panties straight down her long legs. And then for the first time ever, young Ronnie saw a bare cunt.
The cunt was massive and coated with thick black hair as many of the other nurses in the hospital had already learned. Renetta liked the other nurses in the hospital to look at and touch her cunt. And many nurses had already had intercourse with Renetta. This is, after all, a big city in the 1970's. Things are pretty swinging and sophisticated.
But to Ronnie, the cunt was a total mystery. He knew he was supposed to do something to it but he didn't know what. Yet his penis was stiff and had a very strange feeling. A feeling as if there were something bottled up inside it-something which had to be someway released. Ronnie wondered if there was any connection between that thick black patch of hair between Miss Sharborne's legs and his aching penis. After all, the two were in exactly the same position of their respective bodies.
Yet the boy was understandably confused. "What do I do now?" Ronnie asked as he lay back with his wang sticking straight up at Miss Sharborne.
"I'm going to teach you how to fuck," she said. "It's something you should know about now that your little dirty-dick is getting hard."
"Oh," said Ronnie. He was quiet and a trifle on the shy side.
Miss Sharborne kept those high white stockings on as she prepared to screw the little boy. The stockings she wore were of a special white silk. She knew men often liked to fuck women who were still wearing their stockings, and the proximity of silk to her cunt excited her immensely. So the stockings remained on.
She stepped forward and brought one leg to each side of Ronnie and prepared to sit slowly down on his needle.
"I want you to watch and observe," said Renetta to Andy. Andy had never watched anyone fuck. He found the prospect quite interesting.
Then slowly, Miss Sharborne sat her massive body down on Ronnie's needle. The boy's penis was immense and quite near orgasm. Who can expect an eleven-year-old to know how to control his penis on the first fuck?
Renetta's cunt was loose and wet, just hankering for Ronnie's young cock. But Ronnie was hideously excited by Miss Sharborne's licking of his wang and the sight of her big, heavy boobs and her hairy black pussy. Ronnie, in short, was too excited.
When she slowly brought her cunt down on his stiff shaft, the boy could hardly contain himself. His hose was ready to unload. After all, one couldn't argue that he'd been waiting eleven hears to come.
Miss Sharborne felt his penis right at the entrance to her vagina. The penis was past the first two lips and quite past all her hair. It was just the time for that wonderful feeling of entry, that feeling of the big hard prick sliding into the milky wet vagina.
She imagined those big veins and that brown ring around it. And she thought how young this little virgin was. He was the youngest virgin boy she'd ever had ... by almost a full year. What a triumph for this bizarre bitch!
But triumph suddenly became fiasco. Ronnie, not knowing how to clench the ass muscles to refrain from orgasm, suddenly let his member have its own way. He orgasmed.
It was a long, hard orgasm and it took Miss Sharborne by surprise. The prick was only maybe an inch into her pussy when she felt it making strange twists and wiggles. Then she felt the hot liquid sort of spurting into the upper regions of her vagina.
"Hold that, you little punch!" she bellowed. "Hold your come! I'm not ready yet!"
But young Ronnie hardly knew what it was all about. His penis was squirting strange liquid and releasing him into a lovely feeling in the genital area. It was the greatest feeling of his life. The first orgasm! Another of the golden and beautiful moments of childhood.
But it was hardly a beautiful moment for Miss Sharborne. Instead of a beautiful fuck with a young boy she had been robbed by the oldest form of female oppression in history-the premature ejaculation. How she was pissed! She lost control of herself!
"You fucking little fart!" she roared. "I'll teach you! I'll teach you!" And she slapped the boy across the face with a brisk slap of her powerful left hand. The boy, Ronnie, who was barely out of his blissful orgasms, took the blow across the face with complete surprise.
It hurt horribly! And he began to cry like the little baby [additional text was missing in the original pocketbook]
She felt like shit.
She glared at him.
"You wrecked it, you little fucker!" she roared. "Now you'll be punished instead! I'll get my satisfaction today if I have to bullwhip it out of you!"
She stood up and towered over the boy. She pushed her hand between her legs and pulled a solid mass of his filthy male crud off the outer lips of her cunt. She was disgusted. He had betrayed her kindness! Now both boys would have to suffer humiliation.
"Impotent, huh?" she nted. "I'll teach you! If you can't fuck, you" get fucked."
She grabbed Andy by the ear and threw him down on the mattress with Ronnie. "I'll show you!" she said. And she stomped to a bureau and grabbed a handful of things, mostly clothes, out of a drawer.
"You!" she snapped, staring at Ronnie. "Put this on!" And she flung a red garment on him. His cock was sticky and his face was smarting through the tears. So he quickly obeyed.
Andy was bewildered by it all. Yet, the sap was flowing so strongly in his young body that he still maintained a firm erection. Especially when he looked at Miss Sharborne as she stood before him with her black pussy and massive breasts highlighted by her insistance on wearing those high white silk stockings.
Not until Ronnie's red garment was completely on did either of the boys realize what it was. It was a cute little red dress, much like the one worn by the little blond girl in those insipid 1930's movies.
"A dress?" cried Ronnie when he realized what he was wearing.
"If you fuck like a little girl, you'll be dressed like a little girl!" insisted Miss Sharborne. And then, pulling apart the objects from the drawer, she flung something else at him: a little blond wig. It hit Ronnie in the face.
"Put it on!" she bellowed at the sobbing boy. "Put it on or you'll get the spanking of your fucking life!"
Again he obeyed. And he looked so darling sitting there on the mattress in his cute little red dress and his curly blond locks. Ronnie was now a darling little girl seated beside that little boy with the massive hard rod.
But she made Andy sit there, with his hands folded, while she applied a little rouge to his fair cheeks, and then she powdered his nose a little.
Andy bowed his head in shame.
But when Andy, still holding his erection, looked back up at Miss Sharborne, he saw that the bitch nurse had put on a few wierd garments of her own.
First she had slipped into a short pair of boots which sported the highest heels Andy had ever seen. Then she had wrapped a tight leather belt around her waist. The leather was black and with a mean sparkle to it. Black patent leather! It was like one of Andy's mommy's pocketbooks.
And around her neck she wore a similar collar. It, too, was a tight harsh garment. It stung and hurt her terribly to wear it. But more importantly, it made her feel mean!
"What strange clothes you're wearing, nursie," said Andy, paraphrasing the nursery rhyme which he'd been told repeatedly a few short years ago.
"Better to discipline you with, my sweet," she snapped back at him harshly. "There's not a male in the world who couldn't be taught to love leather."
Leather to Andy meant cowboy saddles and baseball gloves. But to Miss Sharborne it meant discipline. First," however, her two little sex toys had to be humiliated.
"Fuck him!" she snapped to Andy as she started to laugh uproariously at him. "Ronnie's a little girl!"
Andy was mystified. He didn't quite know how or what she was talking about.
She came down on his cheek with the side of her leather booted, silk stockinged right foot..
He couldn't believe it. ThThe foot was a had found out through cruel knees jabbed fiercely into their balls. [The preceding sentence is exactly as found in the original pocketbook.] The foot sent Andy reeling backwards onto the mattress. And it wiped the silly male grin off his face. Andy realized that he was about to be disciplined for the failures of another of his sex.
"Do you remember what Dr. Landes did to you?" she demanded. Andy thought back to that gay old doctor and the immense penis which he had slid up Andy's tight little back door.
"Yes," said Andy slowly and humbly.
"Well, it's time for you to learn how to fuck other boys!" said the cruel and imperious nurse. "Raise Ronnie's skirt and take off his panties. Right now!"
Andy was losing his erection and his face was getting red. For some strange reason he was getting a bit inhibited about a simple act which occurs millions of times daily among grown men who love each other. Andy didn't want to fuck Ronnie. At least, not there before that cruel and strangely clad nurse and her whole array of mirrors.
"You'll obey or you'll be thrashed, my sweetie," she snapped at him. Miss Sharborne was not shitting around with the youngsters. They would yeild to her humiliation or they would be most severely punished.
"For the final time," ranted Miss Sharborne with a cracking, raging high voice and a brutal stamp of her foot. "Fuck that little girl!" And her forefinger stretched supremely out of a clenched fist and pointed to the sobbing red-dressed Ronnie.
"Fuck him or you'll be tied to that rack and tortured with a lovely long leather whip!"
And Andy shook his head. No, he would not fuck the little boy in the red dress. His erection was gone and he, too, was starting to cry. How childish!
"Then you'll have to be tortured!" she raved in triumph and madness.
Andy's heart leapt into his mouth at the terrifying prospect of being tortured. This nurse was not a kind and good nurse like Doris, but rather a raging virago, a bitch and a persecutor of little boys. Andy was petrified.
Renetta stamped on her haughty clacking heels into a closet where she grabbed a long stick-like object and suddenly turned to return to Andy and Ronnie.
Andy was clever enough to figure out that he either fucked the little boy in the red dress or he got some unspeakable act inflicted upon him. The choice was clear. He'd fuck Ronnie.
As Miss Starborne stalked angrily back to the two boys on the mattress, she saw that Andy was finally preparing to obey. He had crawled on his knees to Ronnie and had forced Ronnie to kneel similarly on his hands and knees.
"You got to," demanded Andy. "You got to let me fuck you."
"I don't want to be fucked," sobbed Ronnie, crying long streams of tears beneath that blond wig.
"You've got to!" repeated Andy, more insistent than ever. Ronnie tried to wiggle away. Andy would have to enter Ronnie's back door with force. It was so amusing to see a little boy anally raping another little boy that Miss Sharborne stopped to watch.
She stood haughtily with that long object in her hands. It was, of course, a firm and smart riding crop of the most stern and brittle leather. It was pitch black, the color of Miss Sharborne's pussy-no mean coincidence! She stood there and watched the boys as she flexed that long cruel crop in her commanding hands.
Ronnie was on his hands and knees, yammering like a little girl in his dress and his blond wig. Yet, a bad boy to be sure, Andy had managed to raise Ronnie's dress from the rear. Ronnie's two little white buttocks were bare and exposed. And Andy, who had learned his lesson well from Dr. Landes, was trying to stick his penis into Ronnie's asshole.
But there were difficulties. Ronnie was squirming like a sixteen-year-old virgin who's scared of dick. Ronnie didn't want to be back door fucked by Andy. Yet, Andy, with a firm grip on Ronnie's hips, realized that Miss Sharborne would have to have her orders fulfilled.
Andy's further difficulty was that he was scared shitless and he was unable to get a full, stiff erection-one hard enough to penetrate the tightness of Ronnie's back door.
Miss Sharborne knew her little male pets. She knew what would excite a sensitive young man like Andy-a smart crack across the bare buttocks with her riding crop. So she stepped forward to give him what he needed most.
Miss Sharborne, watching her image in the countless mirrors as she stood above the two struggling children, reared back with her powerful left hand and gave Andy a solid slap with that blistering riding crop.
Smack!
"Oooeeow!" wailed Andy. His bare little [additional text in this sentence was missing in the original pocketbook] crisp crack of the leather crop on his ass cheeks reminded him that he had a job to do now, so, Andy, with a frim grip on his sensuous pain he tried to get an erection so that he could fuck Ronnie's back door to Miss Sharborne's satisfaction and delight. He concentrated on gelling stiff.
He looked up at her strange face as she gleamed over the tightness of Ronnie's back door.
She was wearing stockings up to her cunt. Slap!, She briskly brought the sweet lash of the crop against his bare fleshy buttocks a second time, marking the buttocks with a second red lash mark. And for a second time, little Andy yelped in the combined pleasure and pain of the leather staff across his ass.
"Fuck!" commanded Miss Sharborne. "Or the further punishment will be far worse!"
Andy's little body was beginning to drip with sweat. He had played with his peter many times in the past few months. Every time he had been able to erect almost instantly upon the very desire to play jack-off. Yet this time his organ was failing him. It wouldn't erect fast enough.
Slap-Crack! Whack!
Andy yelped a long howl for the three new slaps across his bare fanny. Since his flesh was already quite sore and anguished by the first strokes of the crop, these next three strokes hurt even more. And yet, a strange thing began to happen.
Andy, inspired by that massive woman's black pussy and immense bosoms, began to find the pain most exciting. In fact, he found it so exciting that the pain itself was causing him to erect.
"Get it up, or I'll cut it off!" screamed Miss Sharborne. And the cruel one sent a sixth lashing of the crop across the boy's tender young buttocks.
Andy's prick was fully erect now.
She glared at them dominantly.
Andy squirmed and pushed to get into that asshole and he'd evade the torture that this dominant bitch spoke of. He pushed his member into the orifice between Ronnie's two cheeks, and with a firm shove and a seventh slap across the ass, his erection began to slide comfortably into Ronnie's wiggling asshole.
Ronnie gave a little yelp as the penis went in. It hurt. It opened up his tight little boyish rectum brutally. Amazon's
"Back and forth, my little dear!" instructed Miss Sharborne, motioning to Andy with her cruel crop. Andy looked up and straight into her pussy and then farther up at the Amazon's massive breasts. She saw that her nipples were quite erect. Somehow Andy knew that Miss Sharborne was very much enjoying the sight of him fucking Ronnie.
In and out of the asshole drove Andy's firm penis. Ronnie was soon quieted by the wonderful feeling up his ass. And soon he began to wiggle his butt around and drive his ass backward into Andy's prong. Miss Sharborne stood defiantly by and watched her two little male pets copulate with each other under her firm command.
Andy humped the little boy in the red dress as a German shepherd might hump its bitch partner. And, seeing his reflection in all those mirrors and the defiant large features of Miss Sharborne, Andy's little peter could only withstand so much of all that true boy-to-boy loving.
Andy orgasmed hard with hot gushes of come up Ronnie's asshole. Ronnie could feel the hot sperm up his rectum but was still too shaken and frightened to be able to fully appreciate it. Perhaps when he's older he'll have more of an appreciation of such things. After all, it is an acquired taste.
Just when the boy was orgasming, Miss Sharborne gave him, for good measure, a few solid slaps across his big humping bottom. She figured it would rattle the sperm up and help him spurt out more. Plus, it would hurt. And the bitch nurse was suddenly quite angry with little Andy. Renetta wanted to hurt him and hurt him quite severely.
Andy was fully expended after his orgasm. He pulled his dirty, dripping penis out of Ronnie's asshole and lay back on the mattress, breathing as hard as he had ever breathed in his twelve-year life.
And as he lay back, Ronnie slumped forward on the mattress and lay still with a warm glow in his rectum. He had been satisfied with the premature ejaculation he had shot into Miss Sharborne's pussy hair, but the butt-fucking he had just received from the other little boy was certainly a fine dessert. It was the type of thing that Ronnie might want to do again, but without that silly red dress and wig which Miss Sharborne had forced him to dress his otherwise naked little body in.
When Andy had nearly regained his breath, he looked up to discover that Miss Sharborne was standing just above him, one foot on each side of his waist. That meant that he was staring straight up into the folds between her legs. Indeed! He could see the inner folds of the pussy and, from the smell, though he could discern that she had remained quite aroused throughout Andy's screw with the other little boy.
"I remain quite angry with you, Andy," said the cruel and deviant nurse through clenched teeth. "I wish to be satisfied and you've just wasted your erection on another little boy."
"But...." Andy tried to explain.
"No excuses, damn it!" she cursed at him, stamping her harsh foot down on the mattress beside him. He felt how hard that boot hit the mattress beside him. He felt how hard it had hit him earlier. He knew what a mess it would make if it landed on something else, like, say Andy's testicles. She was every bit mean enough to wreck him.
Andy tried to explain. He meekly tried to tell her that it was she who had commanded him to fuck Ronnie. He didn't understand why she was being so obstinant and demanding. He almost began to cry.
"Please, Miss Sharborne," he sobbed, fighting back those childish tears which males never really outgrow.
"Silence!" she demanded. "You are my sexual pet. You will be kept here for me to do with as I see fit. Is that clear?"
And as she asked that question, she raised that fierce riding crop above her head and held it so that it would strike him across his smelly crotch if she felt obliged to land such a sadistic blow.
"Very clear, Miss Sharborne," he sobbed again, withholding those tears again.
"It better be!" she snapped. "For it will cost you your genitalia if you do not obey!"
Andy swallowed hard. He was beginning to get the idea. Ever since puberty he had a fear of castration. There was just some ingrained fear he had of having his balls cut off. And this cruel bitch of a nurse would have access to all the surgical equipment necessary to do it.
"You will have fifteen minutes to obtain another erection," she said casually. "If you fail, Andy," she said in a stern and uncompromising voice, "I will have no alternative but to cut off your testicles as punishment for your naughty behavior."
Andy was white with fear. His poor overworked testicles would never be able to work up another stiff on such short notice.
Miss Sharborne walked to her closet again where she seemed to have a wierd assortment of all sorts of painful little devices.
From the closet she pulled a little leather plug, somewhat in the shape of a cork, but with a sharp end on it. She pulled up Ronnie's skirt and shoved it up his asshole.
"It will keep Andy's gism from escaping from your little brown hole," she said defiantly as Ronnie yelped at the pain of the plug in his ass.
"Now up on your feet," she added, grabbing Ronnie by the ear. "It's time to return you to the ward. You will never mention any of this. Otherwise," her voice trailed off as she glanced at the rack on the wall. "Otherwise, you'll make a dandy little ornament hanging on my rack by your nuts."
Ronnie was still trying to stifle sobs as she led him to the door by his ear. Andy lay still on the mattress as the haughty Amazon hastily pulled her nursing uniform back on over her body. She even removed that leather collar so it wouldn't give away this bizarre penchant of hers.
"You will be locked in here, Andy," she said as she opened the door. "Do not try to escape. And do not harbor any hope that you will be discovered and saved. No one comes in here. No one even knows that this room exists."
And she laughed. Andy could only lie there and sob as the cruel one took Ronnie quietly back to the ward. Andy tried to muster an erection but knew that the task would be futile. It would just be demanding too much from any twelve-year-old boy's penis.
And worse, Andy was certain that she was intent on cutting his balls off when she returned. If she dressed one little boy up as a girl, what would stop her warped mind from making a "more realistic" girl out of another. Particularly since she was angry with Andy already.
Renetta took Ronnie back to the same corridor as his ward was on. Then she released him and told him to return to his bed. As soon as she was out of his sight, he began to cry. The leather stopper was still up his ass and he was still dressed in that humiliating wig and dress. A few minutes later, Dr. Landes found him wandering around the hall and Ronnie eventually told him, Doris and Rhonda all that had happened.
"My poor little Andy," cried Doris. 'That bitch is going to cut his jewels off."
Dr. Landes looked at his watch.
"Correction," Landes said, "by this time she may already have them off."
"My poor little lover," sobbed Doris uncontrollably.
They all assumed that Andy's genitals were as good as chopped off. They had no idea where to even begin to look for either Andy or that cruel bitch of a nurse who had sworn to make a little girl out of him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Andy failed to erect when Miss Sharborne returned to that isolated little room. So it was a very simple matter of what was to happen to him.
"Your balls will have to be removed," she said. "Surgically. You will be put to sleep. When you wake up, you will no longer be a boy."
Andy begged and pleaded and cried at the massive woman's feet. Yet she never budged for a moment in her sentence as the naked youngster begged and begged for mercy. After he ranted long enough she made one small concession.
"After they are cut off," she said. 'They will be placed in a jar of alcohol and you may keep them as your souvenir of this trip to the hospital. It will also help you recall throughout your life how close you came to becoming a man."
"But-but-I still want to be a man," he sobbed in desperation.
"That's a silly childish desire," she said coolly to him. 'The removal of the balls is an actual liberation of the body. You'll enjoy an adult life much better as a woman."
"I don't want to be a woman," he sobbed over and over again.
"Once those testicles are removed," she said cheerfully, "you'll be given injections of female hormones. From then on, your memory of being male will seem like nothing more a than a bad dream."
Andy had struck one particular piece of luck, however. Miss Sharborne had planned on doing the operation right there at that moment in the hospital. But in order to do it, she needed access to one of the operating rooms. And they all were full and would be for the entire day. A nasty twist of fate for Miss Sharborne. Lucky for Andy's jewels.
"That makes it a little too risky to keep you here in the hospital," said Miss Sharborne aloud. She figured that it might be quite possible that police would be called in to search the hospital for the boy. If that were the case, her secret room just might be discovered.
"I think we'll have to move you out," she continued to plan aloud. "You'll come to my apartment. My roommate can watch and assist me in performing the operation there."
The boy shook his head and pleaded again. His little nude body was at her feet begging for mercy. But Miss Sharborne was as tough as the leather in her patent leather boots. And that's tough!
Miss Sharborne then turned her back to Andy and opened her purse for something. From it she withdrew a small bottle and a cloth napkin which she had stolen from the hospital dining supplies. She had also stolen some hormones to eventually inject the boy with.
She opened the bottle and poured some of the liquid onto the napkin. Then she sealed the bottle, tossed it back to her purse and turned to face her little male sex toy.
Andy knew he was in big trouble as soon as he saw the napkin. He tried to turn and run, but there was nowhere to flee to. Miss Sharborne cornered the boy and pushed the rag into his face, forcing him to inhale the fumes from the napkin. Instantly, everything began to swim around his head. He felt as if he were off on a cloud somewhere floating along.
He heard her speak to him. The voice seemed far, far away. "If you're lucky," she said, "you'll wake up as a pretty little girl."
And Andy was knocked out cold. His bare little male body slumped forward and into the devious hands of Miss Sharborne. She laid him out on the m'attress and leaned over him. She wanted to suck on his dick just once or twice more before she smuggled him out of the hospital.
It wasn't very hard to smuggle him out, despite the size of the growing boy She put him in a large laundry bag, doubled him over and simply walked right out, past the guards and to the parking lot. Doris, Rhonda and Dr. Landes never even came close to spotting her. Within twenty minutes she was in the safety of her own apartment with her little male prey.
"They'll never catch me here," she thought to herself. 'Those foolish nurses and that gay old doctor will be looking all over the hospital, but nowhere outside of it."
"What's in the bag, dearest?" asked Renetta's roommate as Renetta wandered through the apartment door with the large sack dragging gently behind her.
"A little boy," replied Renetta to her roommate, Felicia Quaine.
"A little boy!" replied Felicia in both amazement and horror. "From where!"
"I stole him from the hospital!" said the demented nurse. "I'm going to transform him into a little girl and keep him as a housepet."
Felicia was silent. She watched as Miss Sharborne opened the sack and pulled Andy out. Andy was still out like the proverbial light.
"Look at that penis," said Miss Sharborne. "Isn't it a cute penis. It's a shame that he was a naughty boy because his penis is going to be trimmed off as his punishment."
"Punishment for what?" asked her roommate in horror.
"General punishment," replied Miss Sharborne, estranging herself further and further from rationality. "The boy must be punished. I forget exactly what he did, but he'll have to be punished."
"But such a severe punishment?" replied Miss Quaine again.
"All punishment must be severe!" ranted Miss Sharborne. And she lay Andy's naked body out on the living room sofa.
As it happened, Miss Sharborne was more than Felicia's roommate. She was also her most intimate sexual partner. And Felicia had an appetite when Miss Sharborne returned home that day. So Felicia was willing to overlook the boy in return for a little fun.
"Darling," said Felicia. "Why don't you come and lie down with me. I think you've been working quite hard lately. You don't exactly seem yourself."
"Leave me alone," said Renetta. "I know what I'm doing. The boy must be gelded."
And Renetta sat down on the sofa and leaned over the boy again, licking at his sleeping dork and nibbling his balls.
Felicia was wearing only panties beneath a loose blouse and a pair of hot pants. And an extremely attractive girl was Felicia, too. She was only eighteen, after all. Her hair was red, both on her head and between her legs. She stood tall and trim with firm and supple young breasts as well as a nicely shaped rounded ass which Miss Sharborne usually loved to tweak and hold during intercourse.
But at this time, with the boy in the apartment, Miss Sharborne had no attention to give to the girl who loved her most.
Felicia loosened her blouse as she stood directly behind Renetta. The blouse revealed the cleavage between those two lovely young breasts. And Felicia put her hands on Miss Sharborne's shoulders as Miss Sharborne was busy sucking on, caressing the penis which was about to be emasculated.
"Damn it!" shrieked Miss Sharborne all of a sudden when the hands on her shoulders began to bother her most. "What the fuck do you want?"
Felicia recoiled at being snapped at so harshly and so suddenly. "I-I want you to love me," she said slowly to Renetta. "That's all I want. Just your tender loving touch on my clit and in my holes."
"Damn it," cursed Renetta, still frightfully angry. "It's always something, isn't it? Always some damned demand you must make on me!"
"Please Renetta," moaned the younger and softer girl. "Please. Look." Felicia slipped her blouse backwards and off her shoulders, revealing to Renetta those lovely white breasts which were crowned with two pink aureolae.
Felicia cupped her hands beneath each of the breasts and held them in a manner that strongly suggested that she wanted Miss Sharborne to suck on them or at least hold them.
"For you," said Felicia softly as Renetta stared up at her from where she was bent over the boy's balls. "For you," she said. "My breasts are for you."
Renetta was torn between her two loves. She was so terribly tense and anxious from her having to sneak out of the hospital with the boy. And yet she was still massively frustrated from her pussy being shortchanged by Ronnie's premature ejaculation.
The choice was tough. Then Renetta hit upon a workable solution. She could let herself fuck and be fucked quickly by Felicia. That would satisfy her. Then she would return immediately to her little boy. She had a thing for his cock. She decided she was going to keep it even after it was cut off.
So Renetta leaned forward from the sofa and let her mouth come right up against her roommate's left nipple. The nipple erected immediately as Renetta took it into her mouth.
Renetta stepped from the bed. It had been a rough shift at that hospital. A woman's body would certainly be refreshing again.
Renetta reached for the zipper on her roommate's hot pants. Renetta's knowledgable hand unhooked and unzipped them easily as Felicia's cunt began to juice itself with excitement. She could already feel that inordinantly long tongue which Renetta had been blessed with.
Those short shorts slid down red-haired Felicia's long trim legs and fell to the floor. She stepped out of them .and was no sooner free of them than Miss Sharborne's hands were pulling at her silk green underpanties.
"Oh, yes!" moaned Felicia as the older woman still sucked her left tit while her panties were slipping away. "Oh, yes, Renetta, my darling. Explore my hairy red bush. Explore it and love it tenderly."
The panties were easily removed. Then Renetta picked up the girl and carried her into the bedroom. Just like the ladies had done many times before, Renetta plopped her down on the bed. Felicia wiggled across the bedspread in a mock attempt to escape her dyke lover. It was more exciting if the older and larger woman had to catch Felicia and pull her back. It made the love session a little more risque.
Renetta discarded her nursing uniform and the under garments quickly. She even slipped out of those high white silk nylons. And then she lay down on the bed naked beside her young roommate. And the naked ladies, their breasts pushing hard against each other, wrestled into a firm and torrid embrace. Their hands explored each other's breasts, rubbing with knowing thumbs on each other's erect nipples.
They were both hot.
Renetta wanted to fuck.
Renetta managed to turn her girlfriend over and held her from behind. Renetta nibbled at the girl's neck and held her breasts so firmly that it almost hurt her. Renetta's fingers caught those pink nipples and played with them in the manner that girls like best.
She loved to do it this way.
And Felicia loved it even more.
Renetta could feel here pussy crying for come.
She grabbed Felicia tighter.
"I love you," she whispered.
"My pussy!" whispered Felicia. "Please! My pussy!"
Renetta lowered her hand to the genital area of her girlfriend, she rubbed her forefinger over and around her girlfriend's clitoris. The clit was large and sensitive. Felicia moaned as soon as Renetta's finger even got close to it.
It was so hot.
She wanted to eat it.
"My darling!" moaned Felicia again. "My dearest darling!" And Renetta leaned around the girl's neck to permit their lips to touch in a passionate soul embrace, an embrace in which their tongues explored the inner secrets of their mouths.
And Renetta kept working on the cunt of her girlfriend. Felicia's fingers too made their way behind her to where they fell into a coarse patch of hair between Renetta's legs.
The forefinger slipped through the hair and came to rest on Renetta's clitoris. And what woman can fail to be moved by that?
Renetta released her remaining hand from her roommate's breasts. The ladies rolled into a position to face each other. And it was inevitable that within a few seconds the ladies were assuming that inverted position which all girls eventually know and love.
Felicia was on the bottom and she was the first of the two to open her legs. Wide went those long lean legs. The inner pinkness of her moist pussy revealed itself to Miss Sharborne, particularly when Miss Sharborne peered into it from a distance of only inches.
And why not? Her own cunt was frothing at the moment, too. And Miss Quaine's finger was hard at work in there.
Renetta opened her legs, too. And within a few more minutes, when the vigorous foreplay was finished, the ladies buried each other's faces into each other's hairy crotches.
Miss Sharborne drove her long tongue several inches into the pleasure pot of her girlfriend. It excited Felicia immensely to be loved by such a woman. And Felicia was terribly conscious of Miss Sharborne's hard, erect nipples pushing hard into Felicia's lower abdomen.
"Yes," moaned Felicia. "Oh, yes, my dear, oh, yes!" And she orgasmed onto Renetta's tongue.
With each pelvic thrust of orgasm, Felicia, facing up into that stinking wet cunt of Renetta's gripped harder on Renetta's massive buttock cheeks. She pulled them hard down on her and drove her wiggling tongue even further up Renetta's cunt.
Even a woman as hard as Renetta had to love it. All women love to have things shoved up their vagina, especially if the thing happens to be warm, moving and full of life. Renetta had once let six worms slither up her cunt and crawl around for two hours as she lay on her bed in anguished ecstasy. But that's another story. Lucky worms!
Renetta drove her own tongue back into Felicia's cunt as Felicia readied Miss Sharborne for an orgasm. The ladies each approached that orgasmic plateau with the same speed and intensity. And they were both brought to an intense climax at precisely the same moment.
"Oh, Shit! Fuck! Cunt! "moaned Felicia in little yelps that consistantly rose in their intensity.
"Cunt! Cunt! Pussy! Clit!" Felicia was a yelper, as many femme lesbians are when in the strong and able hands and fingers of their butch lovers.
Felicia's orgasm was strong and sustained. And so was Renetta's. Yet the words which Renetta was moved to whisper were to be her most fateful undoing.
"Oh, cunt!" she groaned as she felt her pelvis explode in ecstasy that all women seek for each other. "Oh, yes! Oh, Yes! yes! Oh, Andy! Oh Andy! We'll make such torrid love as two simple girls together!"
The words stopped him dead. He couldn't believe what he had heard. So that was her plan! Andy was to be horribly gelded and become a girl so that he could be Miss Sharborne's next lover. It was all too clear. And in the ecstasy of the moment, Renetta had revealed to her present lover that the future did not include her.
"Oh, shit!" moaned Renetta, barely realizing that she had betrayed her plans and been heard. "Oh, my lovely little Andrea!"
Andrea? Andy still had a long way to go. His nuts had to be trimmed off long before those female hormone treatments could begin.
The milky juice of orgasm was seeping through Felicia's cunt. Yet she pulled her pussy away from the woman who had made it orgasm. She pulled it away and she closed her legs. Felicia knew that this woman whom she loved so dearly was going to dump her. It gave poor Felicia a very hollow feeling inside. Hollow and sick.
Yet Miss Sharborne hadn't even realized what she had said. She couldn't account for the sudden cool behavior of little red haired Felicia. She didn't know why that red pussy had been suddenly pulled from her grip.
"Did I hurt you, my little dear?" asked Renetta. Renetta's own pussy was still in the rich, rich afterglow and a strange sustained orgasm.
"No," said Felicia, lying and holding back the tears. "I'm all right."
The ladies lay there beside each other for several minutes. Both had erect nipples as the affirmative after statement of their orgasms.
Renetta kissed her little lover several times and tried to bring her out of her suddenly cold mood. All of Renetta's advances failed.
"What the fuck's the matter with you?" Renetta finally barked at the little eighteen year old. "Stop your damned sulking and react to me now, or you'll get your punishment for your pretended frigidity." she said.
"I don't feel well," remarked Felicia slowly. Renetta was contemptuous. She was a nurse. She knew when people were faking it.
"Well you can lie there and sulk for all I care!" barked Renetta. "I sure can get some cold chicken in place of warm pussy."
"Don't speak to me like that!" screamed Felicia, sitting up quickly and glaring at the older woman who was humiliating her and demanding so much from her.
"I'll speak to you in anyway I wish to," snapped Renetta. "Especially when you pull a turkey cunt like this on me!"
"You bitch!" said the younger girl. "You absolute bitch!"
The words were hardly out of her mouth when Miss Sharborne's firm palm slapped Felicia across 'the face with a brisk hard shot.
Felicia cringed and swooned under the impact of the blow. Yet the bitch known as Miss Sharborne wasn't satisfied with a simple slap to the face. Next she smacked her lover across her firm young breasts. She hit her there twice. And it hurt. It hurt Felicia more than anything else had ever hurt her.
"Take that you bitch," she yelled at Felicia angrily.
Felicia was in tears as Miss Sharborne stalked out of that bedroom and back to little Andy who was still unconscious on the sofa. It was Miss Sharborne's plan to commence with the sex change immediately. Obviously, if Felicia was going to make a habit of those ugly scenes of unknown origin, she would have to be replaced quite soon.
Felicia lay on the bed sobbing profusely and growing increasingly angry and vengeful with each passing second. Then, through the door to the next room, Felicia could see Renetta returning directly to where she had sat over her captive boy.
"My little lover," Felicia heard Renetta say aloud to the little boy. "My little Andy would never be so hostile to me. That's why my little Andy will soon become the love of my life. A wonderful sex change will soon create a whole new little girl, my Andrea, out of my little Andy. Good-bye to that long but nasty penis."
Felicia was horrified. And yet she was even further repelled and incensed by the idea of being junked for some little freak who was to have a sex change. Felicia knew about all the teenage nursing students whom Renetta constantly seduced. Felicia could cope with that. But this was too much. Felicia swore revenge!
Felicia suddenly leaped to her feet and grabbed some clothes from a chair. She put a sweatshirt on over her naked lower half. She was too angry to even go in to the John and clean out her pussy.
She slipped boots on and stalked through the living room toward the door.
"Never will your penis know the agony of hair," Felicia heard Renetta saying to the boy. "I'll just keep you as my own little girl. My own little pet. You'll never know who you once were."
"Pervert!" cursed Felicia at the demented cruel nurse who was leaning over Andy.
"Fuck you," snapped Renetta. "Why don't you get out of here before I pour boiling bacon fat up your cunt to warm it up!"
"At least I can relate to other women," snapped Felicia. "That's more than you can do. You have to maim children for your kicks!"
"Andy will be a little girl like any other," retorted Renetta. "Not a tight cunted bitch tike you!"
"Your cunt's so hungry you ought to get an elephant to trunk you!" snapped Felicia as she neared the door. Renetta picked up a Reader's Digest and heaved it at her. Her aim was true and it caught Felicia right on the left nipple.
Felicia yelped. Renetta got up and charged her. Renetta had this mad desire to give Felicia a very genuine and very sincere thrashing.
But Felicia, aching tit and all, was too quick. She was out the door and racing for the back stairway. Renetta didn't follow. She simply shouted after her. "Don't come back!" she screamed. "Or you'll get a red hot poker up your cunt!"
But Felicia was already intent on her revenge. Renetta was going against the old adage about scorned women. In truth, hell hath no fury like a lesbian partner scorned!
Renetta returned to Andy to commence the preparations for the operation. And Felicia was already on to her vengeful course. Hanging in the balance were Andy's testicles.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Doris and Rhonda searched the whole hospital and failed to find Andy. Dr. Landes, being of separate tastes, conducted a separate search. He, too, failed to find Andy.
The closest they came was when they did discover Miss Sharborne's secret room. It was an old supply room which was believed to have been sealed with concrete twenty years earlier. Miss Sharborne had opened the door to it, yet had kept it obscured by a heavy maroon curtain which hung over the entire wall. Clever bitch, that Miss Sharborne, evil and cunning, too.
But the discovery of Miss Sharborne's secret room in no way helped the ladies save Andy's evolving manhood. In fact, being that close and yet that far only frustrated the ladies more. They never for a moment suspected that Miss Sharborne might have been able to smuggle the youngster out of the hospital.
Doris and Rhonda searched for several hours. Finally they collapsed in despair in one of the nurses' lounges. They collapsed in each other's arms just as much as they collapsed in despair and disgust.
"My poor little Andy," sobbed Doris. "He's gone forever. I'll never see him again."
"And if you do," added Rhonda, "that wonderful penis he had won't be there."
"Damn that Renetta Sharborne!" cursed Doris. "I'll tear every hair out of her cunt for this. Every hair. One at a time with a pair of tweezers!"
"We can have her fired for this, too," added Rhonda. "And don't think she doesn't deserve it!"
But the ladies were unable to console themselves with words alone. Their bodies were craving for little Andy. Their cunts were on fire thinking of the boy. For, during every minute of their hours of searching, they were thinking about what a delightful and big cock the boy had. Their vaginas screamed for intercourse. Yet Andy was nowhere to be found.
Rhonda, in full view of the many other nurses in the lounge, put her arm around Doris and gave her a full kiss and the cheek as well as a big hug of comfort.
"Life must go on, I guess," said Rhonda. "Even if Andy won't be with us any longer."
"Oh, Rhonda," said Doris. "Life in the hospital can be so cruel. Dr. Landes was right. The little boys you fall in love with will always break your heart in the end." And she buried her face in Rhonda's shoulder and sobbed freely.
Then Doris let her head rise to where her lips met with Rhonda's. Doris had no shame in kissing so freely and passionately before all the other nurses who were staring at her in that lounge. Doris was what she was and wanted to be accepted for that. If only more people would be so wonderfully candid in their sexual preferences.
Of course, many nurses did stare at the two ladies as they kissed in the french fashion. And the stares were even harder and more lasting when Doris gave way to temptation and let her hand press against Rhonda's firm and highly desirable right bosom.
"Oh, Doris," said Rhonda. "At least the two of us have learned to love each other."
"Yes, my darling. Crisis has brought us together." And there, before the murmurs of several other nurses, Doris began to unbutton Rhonda's clothes.
"I must thank Crisis for you."
"And I for you," Rhonda said.
They two girls kiss deeply.
Doris continued to unbutton Rhonda.
"Please," said Rhonda, pushing Doris' loving hand away for an instant. "Maybe we shouldn't. I-I-" Rhonda was beginning to stammer. Her words were failing her.
"Yes?" prodded Doris. "Please tell me."
"I must have-a-a little boy," said Rhonda. "A tongue or another cunt won't satisfy me now. I must have a young boy!"
At first Doris was hurt. Then the logic of Rhonda's words cut through her soul like a hot knife through chicken shit. Of course! A young boy! That's exactly how Doris felt, too.
Doris realized that she might have gone to bed and made love at that moment with Rhonda. But, Doris knew, then she would be ready to go out and find another boy. Of course! A woman couldn't substitute for Andy! Another boy had to.
"Shall we go over t to the teenage ward?" suggested Doris. And the ladies nodded. Yes, indeed. The teenage ward was the only place where happiness could be so readily found.
And the ladies quickly rose after a final kiss on the lips. And they walked out of the nurses' lounge hand in hand, not caring a bit about the puritanical whispers and utterances of the other nurses. What a modern couple Rhonda and Doris were!
As it happened, the ward had just received a new patient. He was a cute but pudgy little boy named Alvin. He was in the hospital to have his tonsils removed the next morning. It was love at first sight. As soon as the ladies saw Alvin's corpulent little body tucked into a white hospital tunic, they just had to have him. That's the way desire is.
"Your name is Alvin Smiley?" Doris said to the boy as the two nurses approached his bed.
"Yes," he said. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Something wrong?" repeated Doris. "Not in the slightest. We just came to welcome you to Rittenhouse Hospital. We are your personal nurses."
"I didn't know I had personal nurses," he said. He was on the rolly-poly side, but he was cute never the less. The ladies could hardly wait to get a peak at Alvin's wang. Maybe it, too, was chubby. Wouldn't that be fun?
"We have to ask you a few questions," Rhonda said.
"So just come with us," added Doris. And the boy hopped from his bed and followed the nurses. They led him to the same room which Doris shared with two other girls. Fortunately again, the room was empty. This time Doris was more careful and locked the door behind her.
"What kind of a room is this?" Alvin asked as he waddled in and heard the door lock behind him.
"This is my bedroom, Alvin," Doris said. "How old are you?"
"Ten," he said.
"Goodness!" blurted out Rhonda in genuine surprise. "You're such a big fellow for your age."
The nurses were treating him like a little prince. He was quite pleased. 'The doctors say I'm very advanced for ten years," he explained proudly.
"Advanced?" asked Rhonda.
"In what way?" Doris asked.
"Golly," said the pudgy little fellow with the fresh boyish face, "I don't know. The doctor says I'm very big for my age."
"In what way, big?"
"In every way," he said with a smile.
"I'll bet you are," said Doris with obvious glee. "But why don't we check?"
"What will you check, nurse?" he asked.
"Do you know what a penis is?" she asked him. And he grew red in the face and nodded.
"Are you embarrassed by that?" Rhonda asked. And he nodded his head. The nurses would have to help him over his shyness. They'd be doing him a great service.
"As nurses, we must check your penis for disease," said Rhonda. "So we'll check in for length, too."
"Please remove your tunic," said Doris. 'This is an important medical process so please don't resist."
The boy gave them a frightened look and then slowly began to pull his tunic up over his head.
Yet, when he pulled the tunic completely off, he looked back to the nurses and discovered that they, too, were removing their clothes. He watched in astonishment as Doris pulled off that garment which covered her breasts. Then he saw the breasts, nipples and all. He liked them. And he looked at Rhonda's bare nipples, too, trying to decide which of two sets he liked better.
But then he saw what little boys can grow up to crave. Pussy! Two big black pussies between the nurses' long lean white legs.
How excited he was. Even at the age of ten he knew that this was quite sensual and erotic.
"Has your penis ever gotten hard?" asked Rhonda. The boy shook his head. And the nurses' hearts sank. What good was he if his rod wasn't there yet? Well, they could try. There's a first time to everything.
They looked at his little chubby body. He was a trifle overweight and even had a plump little potbelly which overhung his jewels. It was quite cute, actually. And it made Rhonda want to put his entire little genitalia in her mouth.
"These tests may seem strange," she warned the boy. "Just obey us completely and everything will turn out all right for everyone."
The boy nodded. Rhonda sat him down on a bed and leaned over him, squatting on his ankles and leaning forward. She took his entire genital mass in her mouth and sucked it with her tongue. How that nurse loved to suck boycock! But what nurse doesn't?
"Now Alvin," said Doris as she squatted down on the bed right next to the boy and the other nurse. "While Miss Rhonda is examining your penis, I want you to put your hand right here."
She took his hand and pulled it into her hairy spot. At first it felt very strange to his boyish touch. But he knew that the nurses were there to help him. And they wouldn't do anything that wasn't right.
Alvin giggled as Rhonda's tongue flicked his penis around in her mouth. It felt good, quite good. She began to huff and puff and blow into his little spout. That wonderful nurse was trying to give him his first erection. But, what the hell? His testicles hadn't even descended yet. She might just as well have tried to get a bull to fuck a tuna fish.
Rhonda pushed her breasts around the boy and trapped his flaccid little rod between her nipples. Yet all he'd do was look up at her and giggle. And his hand in Miss Doris' cunt wasn't doing the job right either. He just wasn't rubbing right. Suddenly he found something different in her cunt. It was her clit.
He decided to get cute, so he brought his thumb and forefinger together with the clitoris between them. And he pinched with all the force his little fingers could muster.
"Weeooww!" wailed Doris, jumping up like a bat out of hell. She had never experienced such pain as a pinched clit.
"Holy fucking shit!" she wailed as Rhonda looked at her in fear and ignorance of what had happened.
"The little motherfucker pinched my clit!" wailed Doris. "Holy fuck shit!" She gasped and was almost doubled over in pain. "How the fuck would you like it if I stuck a knitting needle through your dick?" she screamed at the boy. And she was just about to kick at his balls when she heard someone knock at the door.
The ladies froze. Rhonda put her hand over Alvin's mouth so he couldn't say anything. The ladies decided to remain still and pretend they weren't there.
The knocking rapped a second time. Then a third. Then a voice of a man.
"Open up, Doris!" said the voice. "I know you're in there."
The ladies still were silent. They couldn't quite recognize the voice.
"It's Dr. Landes," said the voice again. "And I know where we can find Andy!"
Andy! In the pain of the pinched clit, Doris had almost forgotten about Andy. But the mere mention of that little fellow again set her heart fluttering. How good Andy was with both his hands and his balls and his penis. None of this pinched clit or too young to erect stuff. Oh, how Doris loved Andy. How she wanted him back again!
Yet she knew that when she saw him he might already have been castrated by Miss Sharborne. All she could do was hope. And run to Andy's side.
Rhonda and Doris flung open the door and saw Dr. Landes standing there with Felicia Quaine.
"Who's this?" demanded Doris of Landes. She didn't like strange women being brought to her quarters while she was there with company. And while she asked that question, Felicia looked past Doris and Rhonda to see Alvin's chubby little body lying there nude.
When Alvin looked up and gave Felicia a big smile she averted her eyes and looked back to Doris and Rhonda.
"This is Miss Sharborne's former roommate," said Dr. Landes. "She says that Miss Sharborne has Andy at her apartment. She's planning to operate on him to remove his testicles and make him a girl."
"The fucking degenerate!" cursed Doris. But there was no time to waste. Alvin was returned quickly to his bed in the ward. Then the four of them, Doris, Rhonda, Dr. Landes and Felicia ran down the hospital corridor to the exits.
" "We'll need a cab!" said Landes. "Well take an ambulance!" Landes was thinking of what a nice big penis Andy had, too. That's why he was in such a rush to bail out the little fellow.
And away they went. They roared through the city streets toward Renetta's building, the siren blaring every inch of the way.
The ambulance screeched to a halt before Miss Sharborne's building. The four leaped out of the ambulance and raced into the building. Up the first elevator they went and they arrived at the door to the apartment where Andy was being held.
There was no noise from within the apartment. Not a sound. They listened for a few seconds and then began to pound fiercely on the door.
After several seconds of banging and knocking they heard a voice from within.
"All right, all right," said the voice. "I'm coming. I'm coming." It was Renetta's voice. The door opened, and Renetta stood there nude before them.
The first thing that Doris could think of doing was to bring a swift knee up into Renetta's pussy. The knee whammed hard against her pussy bone and made her yelp in pain. Then Felicia smacked her in the breasts with two fierce shots from a tight dykish clenched fist. Rhonda yanked at her hair and belted her over the head with her nurse's handbag. Renetta tumbled naked to the floor begging for their mercy. They pushed her inside the apartment and slammed the door.
"Where is he!" screamed Doris. "Where is he!"
Renetta motioned to the bedroom. "The operation is over, however," she said. And Doris kicked her in the right breast.
"Was it a success, dearie?" snarled Felicia. "Did it work? Do you have another little girlfriend now?"
Renetta, still reeling from her beating, shook her head and raised her eyes to meet the gaze from queer old Dr. Landes.
"It was a failure," she said. "I ruined everything."
Doris gasped and ran into the bedroom. There lay Andy naked on the bed. He was very still. And he had a small wash cloth covering his crotch. Doris couldn't even tell whether his nuts were still there or not.
The boy's body was too still. Absolutely too still.
"Is he...?" gasped Doris. "Dead?" asked Renetta as she staggered to her feet.
"Yes. Is he dead?"
Renetta paused for a long time. Then she spoke. "No," she said, "he's not dead. He's very much alive."
"Are his...?" gulped Doris as she gazed at the rag covering the boy's crotch. She feared castration. The operation had taken place, or so she was told.
"Are his nuts still there?" asked Renetta, speaking the question which was on all their minds. "Yes," she said with a sad nod. "His balls are there and are virtually better than ever."
Curious looks formed on everyone's face. Renetta continued. "He's still out from the anesthesia I gave him at the hospital. He won't wake up until late this afternoon."
"Then what went wrong?" asked Landes. "What in hell's gone on up here?"
Landes watched carefully as Doris pulled the washcloth off Andy's balls. They were all there and they were untouched. And so was that big long piece of meat that dangled from the top of the nuts.
"I injected him before I was about to operate," said Renetta. "I thought I was giving him some female hormones which I stole from the hospital. But after I gave the injection I took another look at the bottle. I'd injected him with the wrong toxin."
"Great Scott!" bellowed the gay old doctor. "What did you shoot the boy up with?"
"A dose of short-termed male hormones," she said. "A very strong dose," Renetta told Landes the exact formula as she had copied it from the bottle.
"What effect will that have, doctor?" asked Doris. And Landes had to think for a moment before he could answer.
"It's used normally on men who have trouble fucking," he said. It give them a twenty-four hour spree of intense sexual desire. I'd say that a man can fuck every half hour for about ten hours after being injected."
"So when Andy wakes up," said Doris, "he'll have ten hours in which he'll want to do nothing but fuck?"
Landes thought. "Yes," he said after a moment. "Without question, Andy will want to fuck every half hour or so."
Rhonda began to smile. "And he's such a cute little boy," she said.
Felicia put Renetta in a set of leather straps which Renetta had left out. Then Landes put the cruel bitch in a straight jacket and drove her back to the ambulance. She would have her choice between resignation or a psychiatric examination. She would eventually choose resignation and leave the hospital forever.
Landes returned after Renetta had been taken . to the hospital and locked up in an observation room. It was a local scandal that a woman like that would have ever been hired.
So Landes, Felicia, Doris and Rhonda sat around Andy's bed for the whole afternoon. Even Felicia, who had never been fucked by anything other than a woman, wanted to try Andy.
Andy was going to wake up with a terribly intense sexual desire. He would want to try anything and anyone. He would be a little twelve year old sexual glutton for the next ten hours, even with that cast on his arm.
It was a medical problem, of course. And the hospital staff would be right there when he woke up. Right there and ready to help him.
CHAPTER NINE
Andy woke up. "Where am I?" he asked in a daze.
"You're in the hospital, Andy, and everything is fine," said Doris. She could think of nothing except that huge wang of his and his intense sexual needs. "How do you feel, Andy?"
"Kind of funny, all I want to do is fuck."
"Well, Andy, I am quite sure that it can be arranged," said Doctor Landes. "We are all willing to help you in your time of need. Aren't we, nurses?"
"Yes," the three women answered. Andy's dong was stiff and ready for action. It was so stiff, it was almost painful. He wanted to do nothing but fuck. Here were three beautiful nurses and a gay doctor, and he could have all of them.
Felicia had asked the other three if she could make it with Andy first when he awoke. They all agreed that she could, since she had never had anything but lesbian loving.
Felicia now looked at the young boy, she walked over to Andy and put her hand on his head. She brushed the hair with her hand. She liked this boy, he was attractive and kind of cute. She wanted to see his prong. She picked up the sheets and looked underneath them. He was covered by his gown, but a large bulge was clearly visible. Felicia pulled the sheets down. She kissed Andy on the cheek. She then kissed him full on the lips and shot her tongue into his mouth. The boy liked the feel of the nurse's tongue in his mouth. He wanted to fuck this beautiful nurse.
Felicia liked the feel of her tongue in the young boy's mouth. She had never had a cock in her cunt before, and she wondered what it would feel like. Her hands stroked his firm young body. His penis was nearly bursting with desire. Andy wiggled as the nurse stroked him. Her hands traveled down to his prick, she copped a quick feel of the bulging muscle.
Her cunt was hot and quivering with desire. She wanted to cram the thing up her tight little pussy. She wanted to feel his juices explode in her. She had never done this kind of thing before, and she was very excited. She could feel her cunt tingle.
She continued to stroke him. Her nipples were stiff and erect and she wanted to get her bra off. She started to unbutton her uniform. She wanted Andy to see her wonderful breasts. Her breasts had been admired and loved by many women, but never by a man. Felicia grabbed one of Andy's hands and brought it up to her stacked chest. He needed no prodding and his hands greedily explored her chest. He helped her remove her uniform. She had nothing left but her panties, bra, white stockings and shoes. She quickly kicked her shoes off.
Andy was very excited by now. His penis was fully erect. He was filled with a childish lust. He wanted to do everything. He wanted to fuck everybody in the room, even Dr. Landes. He liked the doctor even if he was a bit queer. This new nurse was exciting. He had thought about her before, but he didn't think that he would ever get to fuck her. His prick was throbbing and all he wanted to do was to put his burning penis into a nice moist cunt and fuck like hell.
Felicia kissed the boy again. Now she flicked his face with her tongue. She nibbled on his ears. He was so hot, and so was she. Her cunt was fiercely aroused. She removed her bra, and Andy's eager fingers met her lovely breasts. He tweaked one of the nipples. Her nipples were erect. He traced a circle around the darkened areas of her lovely breasts. He moved towards her breasts with his mouth, and now he began to kiss them. His mouth was firmly clamped over one. His tongue licked the nipple. She tasted so very good. She was beginning to sweat. Her breasts heaved as she sighed with pleasure.
Her fingers shot underneath his robe and she found his huge organ. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she fondled the monster. It was so big, and he was such a small boy. His rod seemed out of proportion for the rest of his body. She wanted to lick on it. She wanted to run her tongue all over his body.
He continued to stroke her firm breasts. Her skin was so smooth and soft. She felt very good. She would soon be his. He wanted to do many things to her. He wanted to lick, suck, kiss, and fuck her.
His penis was throbbing. His pre-come juice was dripping from the slit at the top of his cock. He looked at the breasts and was filled with passion. She could only think about his prick moving quickly and deftly inside of her. She stroked his wonderful meat. He loved the feel of her hands on his organ. She wanted to please this young boy, like he had never been pleased before. She thought that she could fuck him forever.
She removed her stockings now. Only her panties were left and she would soon have them off. She lifted up his robe. She helped him take it off. His body was so young and fresh. He had a wonderful dark tan. His skin was white around the pubic area. His ass was white from where he had worn his trunks.
They looked at each other, drinking in the sight of the other's body. Their hands felt and touched. His hands nearly burnt into her body. She was murmuring with pleasure as he sucked again on her breasts. He flicked his tongue against her stiff nipples. He was so good at that. This Andy was small like a boy should be in every department, except the one that really counted. And there he was huge, but for all his youth he made love like a man, better than some.
His prick was stiff and willing. She stroked the penis. Felicia could no longer restrain herself, she wanted to impale her mouth on that rod. She wanted to suck the juices out of him. He wanted to cram her with his peg. She could see the juice on the head of his prick. She pushed his head away, from her breast and she greeted his penis with her mouth. She lunged her mouth onto the prick. Her tongue flicked the thing. She ran her tongue along the edge of the penis. Her mouth was wet and slobbering. She pressed her lips to his shaft and rubbed them up and down the entire length. Andy was filled with burning passion. He wanted to have this wonderful nurse.
He loved the feel of her hot mouth as she made love to his organ. Her lips went up and dOwn on the throbbing organ. He laid back and drank in the wonderful sensations that she was giving him. He thought about how less than a week ago, he constantly was jerking off to pictures of nude women. But those pictures had been nothing when compared to the real thing.
She licked the juice that had gathered on the top of his prick. She liked the taste, she compared it to the taste of cunt juice and decided that she liked it even better. She worked her mouth up and down on the young boy. Then she stopped. She didn't want him to come, before she had his thing in her cunt. She wanted to feel the strong young member deep inside her. She thought that it would be very good.
She kissed him full on the lips, and then she removed the last piece of clothing. Her triangle of fuzz met his hungry stare. He loved the look of her cunt. Her lips were full and pouting. He wanted to have them. He asked her to lay down on the bed. She did as she was told. She wondered what he was going to do to her. He made her part her legs, she waited for his stiff joy to pierce her pussy, but instead she was met by the familiar lapping of a tongue. She was surprised, but not disappointed. Young Andy worked his tongue into her muff. He licked up her juice that had started to ooze from her cunt.
She liked the feel of his licking tongue inside her. She felt him explore every fold and cranny of her nook. His tongue was busy with licking and touching. He found her clit, and she was feeling him giving it his full attention. Andy flicked his tongue at it. Then he clamped his mouth over it and started to suck. He sucked on the cunt. She was filled with passion and lust. She groaned, as the young boy lapped her cunt. She had had many many experienced tongues inside of her before, but never one so young, willing, and so male.
He licked her cunt and then he started to nibble on her clit. His nibbling was driving her wild. She thought that she was going to go out of her mind. He was so very good. Then he took one of her pussy grooves into his mouth and he started to suck and nibble on it. He knew what he was doing, and he did it well. She was full of lust and animal desires. She wanted his tongue to lick her out forever. She wanted to be eaten alive by his young mouth. Felicia was in love with Andy. He was extremely fine.
She thrust her cunt up to him as he kept on shooting his tongue into her cunt. Then she could feel the start of an orgasm coming on. She knew that soon she would feel the wonderful sensations take her body over. She knew that there was nothing that she could do but to go with the flow. His tongue gave her wet sloppy sounds. She could hear nothing, but his eager tongue slurping up her cunt. She felt her cunt muscles start to ache and throb.
Suddenly, they went out of control. And she was yes, yes, yes, she was there, yes. So very good, yes. She was yes. Yes, Andy, yes let it be, oh yes. Yes, she thought, oh, baby you are so good.
"Yes Andy, love, oh, Andy, yes, you are so very, oooooh. Ohhh. I love it. Yes, please. Yes." She growled as her cunt shot its load into the boy's starving mouth. He licked the juices from her still spasming cunt and she jerked several more times. He let her lie there, and then he licked her again.
"Can I have some more fun?" he asked.
"Oh, Andy, dear you can do anything you want," Felicia answered. She was overpowered by this young man. She had never had such wonderful loving made to her cunt. He was still very aroused, and now he wanted to have his fun with her moist cunt. He pulled himself on her body. He had positioned himself on top of her. His huge prick was pointed at her delicious nookey. He didn't know that he was her first man, and the realization would have thrilled him. She had lost her hymen a long time ago, but not to a man. She was ready for his stiff prick.
She was tensed and excited as he mounted her, his prick slowly edging its way into her slimy pussy. The muscles of her body were arched and tensed. His cock worked its way into her. Then he started to work on her. His penis went in and out.
He loved the sensations of fucking. The feelings were so warm and sticky, soft. His body moved up and down on hers. Their bodies were pressed together, and they glided on each other. Her body was covered with sweat, and he could slide on her. His prick went deep into her cunt.
Felicia felt the tool inside of her. She had never felt anything like this. It was excellent. There was nothing that could match this young man's cock. He hurried as he fucked her. His body was tensed and he crammed his muscle into her juicy cunt. His cock went in and out, ever faster. She wrapped her legs around his and pulled him tightly against her. She thrust her twat up to meet his down coming prick. They worked at their love making. She tried to keep a perfect pace with him. They were fucking and fucking like pros. She loved the feel of his smooth young body. In some ways he felt like a woman. The prick in her cunt told her that he was really a man, and what a man.
His dick kept going in and out of her juicy cunt. They lunged their bodies at each other and kept on fucking. Andy was very excited and he could feel his penis starting to come. He hoped that Felicia would come too, but he didn't know if she would or not.
She pulled on his prick with her pussy muscles. He liked the feel of that. Her nookey was tight like a vice, and she kept on squeezing his drill. They fucked faster. Now he was going into a nose dive and he knew that there was no way of pulling out. His cock started to jerk and spasm. He could feel the juice start to spurt out of his cofck. At the same time Felicia was doing the same.
Her body was jerking and spasming. Her cunt muscles were quivering convulsively. They grabbed a hold of his prick and contracted. They spasmed and shot their wads together. They held each other and fucked with a last few thrusts. Then their session was over. Felicia wanted more of him, but she knew that she must let the other nurses and the doctor have their pleasure with Andy too. She reluctantly pushed the young boy off of her body. He pulled his prick out of her body.
The organ was limp, but it wouldn't be for long. Doris, Rhonda, and good old Doc Landes had some more fun planned for the young and willing Andy. Doris and Rhonda undressed. Felicia looked at their bodies and was filled with desire again. She wanted to make love to the two of them, but decided to wait until later, first they had to have Andy. Andy was ready now. He was almost erect already. He looked at the two and was filled with a passionate wanting for them. He had fucked them both before and he knew they were good. Doris had introduced him to the joys of fucking and he would never forget her. She was such a wonderful woman. He loved her dearly and wanted to fuck her.
The two nurses presented their bodies to him. He looked at them with young and hungry eyes. There were so many things that he could do. They both came over to him and touched him. Doris ran her hands over his chest. Rhonda ran her hands over his legs. He liked the idea of having two women at the same time. He wondered how he could fuck them both.
He realized that he could eat one out and fuck the other one. That seemed like the ideal situation. He hoped that they didn't have different ideas. Doris was licking the front part of his body. She told him to stand up. She worked her tongue all over his body, the front side, while Rhonda worked her tongue on his back side. They started at his feet and worked up. They licked on his toes. They worked up to his ankles.
He could feel his prick stiffen. They were ever getting closer to his cock. He wanted Doris to suck on it, she sucked on cock very well. She would put the penis in her mouth and give it a blow job that was incredible. Their mouths worked on up his body, now they were at his knees. They nibbled and sucked on them. He was shaking with desire. They worked their mouths up higher. Doris licked each leg. She was almost at his cock. Her tongue traced an imaginary line up to his waist. Then she circled back down. Rhonda was now licking the crack between his two ass cheeks. He was getting very aroused. Doris passed her tongue over his balls. Then she licked his cock. She only made a quick flick at his genitals. The she moved her tongue further up. Rhonda flicked her tongue at his anus and then she too continued up the rest of his body.
He was dizzy with passion. Their tongues licked his body. He was tingling with the wonderful sensations that they gave him. He loved these two women. They could give him much pleasure and he knew it. He looked at Doris' body. She was very pretty. Her boobs were fantastic. They were fine globes of flesh that hung from her well shaped body. He could feel the breast touch his dong as she sucked on his navel. Rhonda nibbled at the small of his back.
The breasts touched at his body, and passion coursed through him. They moved their mouths up further. Rhonda was flicking her tongue at each of the bumps on his spine. She licked him and he was panting with lust. He wanted to throw a fuck into both of them. He never wanted to stop fucking. Their mouths were working up. Doris licked his breasts. His nipples were small, but she nibbled on them and they stood erect.
He arched his body as they finished licking him. They licked and sucked on his neck and throat. He could feel their breasts burning into his flesh. They felt so good. He loved these two women. They then moved their tongues up a little further. Rhonda nibbled on his ears, and Doris French kissed his mouth.
He tingled with excitement. They loved the feel of the boy. Their pussies were hot and sticky. They wanted to fuck him. Now they moved their mouths quickly down. Rhonda was going to rim his ass, as Doris sucked on his cock. The rod was still a little limp and it would have to be fully erect before it could fill Doris's cunt.
The two women worked on his body. They tongued him. Andy gave in to the delicious sensations. He heard the wet slapping of flesh. Rhonda darted her tongue into his tight little bunghole. Rhonda thought that he tasted very good. She kept working on him.
Doris pulled and sucked on the young dick. She bobbed her head up and down on the stiff prick. Suddenly, she felt the thing start to jerk and spasm, she knew that the boy was coming. His semen splashed against her teeth. She slurped up the heady fluid. Rhonda bit on his sphincter muscles, as he spurted into Doris's mouth.
They all separated and rested. Andy was still raring to go, but he didn't have an erection yet. Doctor Landes said that he had to prescribe the proper treatment. He pulled his cock out, and asked Andy to suck on it. Andy took the tool in his mouth and started to suck on the doctor's instrument. The man loved the feel of the young boy's mouth on his cock. Andy worked his mouth back and forth on the organ.
The man's knees buckled as he was sucked off by the boy. Andy worked the cock in and out of his mouth. The man thrust his cock back and forth. Andy licked the thing. Andy licked the edge of the shaft with his tongue. They fucked. The cock went into the succulent mouth. The doctor felt himself giving in to an orgasm. The penis stiffened and fired. His jazz shot out and filled the boy's mouth. Andy swallowed the come.
The doctor then offered the same treatment to Andy. Andy's cock was soon erected by the slurping tongue of Landes. His cock was licked and sucked on by the man. Andy liked the feeling of having his cock sucked, but not as much as he liked the sensations of fucking. His young dick was being pulled deeper into the mouth. Andy came. And he was to come many more times in his life.
