Three weeks in the hospital
In my previous story, "Diary of Our Colonel," I mentioned the memories of my beloved grandfather, about how two nurses in a military hospital cured one shell-shocked general. The general was a major specialist in mountain warfare, fought in the Caucasus against the "Edelweiss" snipers, trained a special mountain division, but then he himself lay motionless after a close shell explosion. Shell shock! But they cured him!
Some didn't believe me, but just recently I remembered a case from my youth, it was when I was 18, right before my conscription into our glorious army.
In August, having celebrated my 18th birthday and receiving my diploma
for graduating from our technical school with my friends, we decided to start hardening ourselves after vigorously consuming noble beverages and began pouring cold water on ourselves. The guys, all three of course, just caught colds. And I also had sinusitis discovered. And since I was soon going into the army, they put me in the hospital. Back then they took this matter seriously, so as not to anger the military commissariat!I was lucky with the room! A two-bed room, sort of special, as we joked back then — "for whites only." Excellent double beds, new-type spring mattresses, my mom brought bedding (she works in a sewing workshop), so I was having a great time. Well, naturally — UHF, breathing on a device that shines a blue light into the throat twice a day, massage every other day (what a masseuse, shoulders wider than mine), and medication. On the second bed lay a young man of 20-22 years old, just back from the army, started racing on his brand new "Java" motorcycle and got into an accident, crashing into a "Moskvich" car.
Seemed whole and alive and well, but a severe back contusion and, which is of course natural — his legs were paralyzed, lying motionless, suffering greatly. A healthy guy like that, a bit taller than me (I'm 184 cm), handsome. All the young nurses, when they came to us, would sigh a little — "Such handsome young men and both sick." One, about 25, kept teasing — "Missing your girlfriend a lot? How are you handling the abstinence?" — and giggling. Cunning! And she herself would lean over my neighbor, like to change the bedpan, in such a way that I could see her panties, not to mention where her stockings ended. And likewise — when she leans over me to take my temperature, as if I can't do it myself, well, she rubs against me with her ample breasts... And my neighbor later groans — his member inflates the hospital pajamas into a bulge from this "viewing."
We got acquainted — Stas and Zheka, short and clear. His quite appetizing mommy often dropped by, and his sister too. Both not beauties, but exactly like that — very appetizing. And then one evening, after dinner, I came back from the cafeteria and lay down to nap a little, and Stas's mommy is feeding him — his hands were barely moving then. I dozed off, even snored a little, then turned on my side and quieted down. A little time passed and something woke me up, I listened — Stas's feverish loud whisper. The overhead light in the room was off, only a weak lamp on the neighbor's nightstand was glowing. Opening my eyes a bit, I was stunned — Stas's mommy was kneeling right on his bed and, leaning over and raising her round butt, was giving him a blowjob, and he was groaning so sweetly. Then he moaned a little louder, and his mommy arched her whole body, being in the "doggy style" position, her dress riding up a little above her waist. The sight was something else and I got very aroused. He's about to cum, I realized.
Soon Stas's mommy left, I went to the toilet and my neighbor and I talked a little. He realized that I had seen everything. But I energetically reassured Stas, saying that his mommy is simply a smart woman — she helped her son. After all, you were suffering so much, and here's relief — right? And also — my grandfather told me that on the order of the chief doctor of the military hospital, a military doctor of the second rank, two young nurses fully fucked a shell-shocked general. That's the treatment the chief doctor prescribed for the general! The little nurses would lift his member (by the way, a large one) with their little mouths and climb onto him. Well, and in the amazon position they fucked him. First under coercion, but when the general's adjutant started handing them money and American stew (the coolest currency during the war), then with pleasure. But the most important thing is different — they cured him! The bruised back regained sensitivity! The general later even commanded the 4th Ukrainian Front.
Stas literally lit up from my story, his eyes sparkled and he clearly made a decision! The next evening I was again soundly "asleep." So I clearly heard how he, with his loud, insistent whisper, hammered my story into his mommy and whispered something else in her ear. It was an amazing evening! Irina Ivanovna, as Stas introduced her before my sound "falling asleep," was really trying hard today and her little son was now moaning so sweetly. And then, when Stas fell asleep for real, Irina sat down on my bed, sweetly kissed me on the lips, and I immediately "woke up." We talked frankly with her, having a couple of glasses of excellent cognac (she works as a technologist at a winery) and then I was stunned. Irina took off her skirt and panties and lay down with me, motivating it by saying she was very aroused and hadn't gotten satisfaction herself. It was wonderful! In the semi-darkness of our room, I enthusiastically worked between her full legs, getting great pleasure! And she even let me cum inside her! It was complete delight! And she also left money under Stas's pillow — just in case. And the case soon arrived!
I lay between her legs for a long time, we talked a little in this piquant position — she asked me to keep the "help" for her son a secret. From this conversation, I got aroused again and soon again and with pleasure drove into her hot vagina. After cumming, I almost passed out — it felt so wonderful to me! The next evening, his older, sexy, plump sister came and, quickly giving her brother a blowjob, flew away no less quickly, loudly clicking her high heels. <a href="">erotic stories I was a little disappointed, but then, just like a peacock, Olga Pavlovna, that cunning nurse, came-floated in. We talked frankly and I suggested she give my neighbor a blowjob, he's suffering so much. And here's 10 rubles! Her eyes gleamed so greedily — after all, nurses' salaries are quite modest. So soon Stas was again sweetly groaning for the whole room, I even got up from my bed and covered his mouth, twirling my finger at my temple.
Finally understood! Then I offered Olga another five, and she, immediately taking off her weightless panties, stood on my bed in my favorite knee-elbow position. That was just super! And she even offered to let me cum in her full butt — I was simply in heaven. That's the kind of treatment I got! How lucky I was to end up in a room with Stas.
Now Olga would come to us every two or three days late in the evening and with obvious pleasure received both 15 rubles and an orgasm. As she once joked — now she could even quit, she "earns" two nurses' salaries in our room.
And how pleased I was — sometimes getting a blowjob from Stas's mommy, depending on her mood, sometimes fully luxuriating between her legs. And Olga spoiled us with my neighbor so much! Then Olga decided — besides a blowjob, she could also have Stas in the cowgirl position, just asking him to let her know when he was about to cum. Now our evenings were much more multifaceted! First, Stas would cum from Olga's blowjob, sweetly groaning, then she would get into position on my bed and I would cum in her butt. And then the third "round" — lifting my neighbor's thick member, Olga positioned herself on top and... As it says in the poem "... The young mare flies forward and tramples the feather grass...", well in this case — Stas.
And for him to cum — into the skillful little mouth of our best nurse in the world! Then the final touch — Olga brings a bowl of hot water and skillfully washes our loins with a clean cloth with hot water. As Stas joked — "we're much better off here than even in the best houses of London and Philadelphia." After all, Stas's mommy also made "her contribution," which I was only happy about. After cumming in her hot womb, I passionately convinced this appetizing lady that I would keep this secret as the apple of my eye!
Three weeks flew by so quickly that I was even disappointed that I got better — I didn't want to leave this wonderful room so much. But the most important thing isn't that! After each orgasm received, Stas's back would later be pricked as if by thin needles, his arms and legs regained mobility — that's the most wonderful thing. And then one fine day the whole hospital was in shock — our Stas got up on his own and, slowly and staggering, headed to the toilet. He really had to go, and there was no bedpan. The head nurse almost fainted, the attending physician was on the verge — the immobile patient, whom they had deemed hopeless, was walking from the toilet on his own. Well, not entirely on his own — I was supporting him by the hand. But he was walking!
The funniest or most wonderful thing was after. Two more weeks later, Stas was discharged for home care. We often talked on the phone, he was happy. His mommy and sister are still "treating" the guy. And the most interesting thing — Stas proposed to Olga! She was a little shocked. but agreed!
And here's more laughter and sin — on Stas's chart, some snide nurse or no less snide doctor wrote in such large, but semi-legible medical handwriting — "See what life-giving sex does and creates!"