Chapter 2
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.