Foreword
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