Chapter 4
"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!