Chapter 5
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!"