A true quirk

I couldn't remember later how the accident had happened. A car had knocked me to the ground uninjured and the following truck had run over my legs. I was in the hospital for 8 weeks with broken lower legs and ankles. I couldn't get up, of course, and had to ring for the nurse myself to pee.

The nurse was very young and very shy when she washed me naked in bed or held my cock in the jar to pee. For two days I could control myself, but then I persisted after peeing. She would have to continue holding my cock while I began to masturbate. I watched her closely and saw the aroused glint in her eyes. I was too weak, I cheekily claimed, she had to keep rubbing. She was silent for a long time and after a minute said she hadn't done it very often and probably wouldn't do it well. I shrugged and said that was okay. She bit her lips and began. She really didn't do it very well, she was too slow and didn't squeeze the cock hard enough. Will it come soon, she asked whispering in between and I nodded, soon! An eternity later I finally squirted, she just held the cock and held it motionless in the glass neck of the vessel. She was deeply flushed and went fast away. But she did it dutifully every day until the end of the week. Then a new nurse arrived.

She was an older Filippina and didn't speak our language well. On the second day, after she had held my cock while peeing without batting an eye, I asked her. But she shook her head dismissively, Jesus no!, she never did anything like that! I was disappointed and angry, she had to hold the cock really tight, damn it! She obeyed and held her breath, startled. For I pushed back and forth in her fist. She squinted her eyes in horror and muttered softly in her language, but she held the cock really tight in her fist. She looked at me with deep disdain, but she didn't let up and held it tightly in her fist. After I had cum, she vigorously rubbed the last drops out of my cock with two fingers, as she knew very well, how it has to be finished. We repeated this throughout the week twice a day and the next week, she still squinted her eyes into slits and muttered her pagan prayers, but she seemed to accept it. The second week I stopped in the middle and she vigorously rubbed my cock with her fist and made me cum. She masturbated me now from the beginning and I noticed that she had a great practice in it. She squeezed out the last drops with her fingers each time, we gave each other a friendly nod, and then she left. I gave her a fifty when she said that she was being transferred to another ward. The first time she smiled in two weeks.

Where the next one came from I did not find out. She spoke only Spanish, a strange rolling Spanish. My long spilled Spanish at least made her smile, I was a fine gentleman talking to her in her language. She held my cock in the jar five times a day and looked pretty pissed off. She wasn't enjoying it, God knows! I made a cautious advance, assuming that she was a damn stock Catholic. So it was. She didn't want to masturbate me or hold my cock when I started to thrust. She took the jar away vigorously, shaking her head, but she stopped for a moment before leaving. "I'm not doing that, I've never done it by hand before! I just do it right!" What could I possibly say in response? She looked back from the door and waited for me to stow my stiff cock away. "Okay, right then," I said half aloud and to my amazement she nodded and left quickly.

How amazed I was, however, when she came into my room late that evening and pushed the door latch forward. We didn't speak a word, me not because I was speechless and her not because she was determined. She was in her 40s, maybe 50s, chubby and round. She looked very different in civilian clothes, without her white bonnet. She got on top of me without a word, pulled her panties aside under her skirt and inserted my cock into her densely hairy cunt with a soft sigh, then pulled down her skirt, obviously not wanting me to look. Her vagina was soft, moist and pleasant. She propped her hands on my shoulder and rode me slowly. She smiled.

She rode me for what seemed like an eternity. Steadily and not quickly. I observed that she was aroused very soon, but she did not have an orgasm. She put my hand aside and shook her head, as I reached for her clit. She continued to fuck me even while I was cumming and only stopped when my cock went soft. She stayed on my cock for a few moments. "Bueno?" she asked softly, was it good? I nodded enthusiastically. She stood up, straightened her clothes and put her hand on the door handle. "Do it right, bueno?" she asked and I nodded in agreement. "Bueno entonces bien!" — well then, and she scurried out. Every night for two weeks she came and fucked me without a word, having violent orgasm of my clit rubbing. What was there to talk about?

In the second week she no longer pushed my hand away and I masturbated her clit very delicately. She collapsed over me in orgasm and continued to fuck me without a word. She allowed it from now on. At the end of the third week she said, rotación, she was going to work in another department tomorrow. I gave her two hundred, "gracias por todo," thanks for everything, because I didn't know how to say fucking in Spanish. She came late that evening for the last time fucking me in lust. On the next days different nurses came, how the service plan was I didn't find out. At least, I made progress in remedial gymnastics and could walk again, unfortunately only with a hard limp.

For the last two weeks, Lucifer himself must have put in a word for me in heaven. The head nurse came into my room for the first time and stopped, wringing her hands. All the rooms were already overcrowded and whether it would not be possible, for once, to accommodate someone in my room? I didn't get a word in edgewise, she kept on chattering. I would only be charged half the price and how grateful the hospital management was to me! "Thank you very much, doctor!" and she was gone. I had been annoyed for 4 weeks that I was called the doctor, although I am not a doctor. A typical Austrian bad habit from the imperial era, I think.

Two nurses pushed a bed into my one‐bed‐room, which was now overflowing. I examined the new arrival closely. A woman! I rubbed my eyes. Frau Kommerzialrat Morgenthaler, no first name, was written on the sheet of paper; she was 65, 5 years younger than me. She was still sleeping off her anesthesia, her two arms bandaged up to the armpits and splayed out to the sides with a metal frame like angel wings. I read on. Bilateral compound fractures and the skin of both arms burned, level III. I looked at her face, very wrinkled but not unsympathetic. Again and again different nurses came to check on her. In the evening she was wide awake and full of morphine. We talked perfunctorily for probably an hour, I said Frau Kommerzialrat and she Herr Doktor. The nurses came and lifted her onto the piss pan, they were at pains to hide the woman's nakedness from me. I was not particularly curious but very surprised as she had a clean shaven pussy, rare in women of that age in my opinion.

It was certainly already after 10pm when the nurses let her piss again. After that I sat on the edge of my bed and played indecisively with her bedspread. She acted very surprised, what am I doing? I said honestly that I was thinking about whether I wanted to fuck her now. She widened her eyes. And then she indignantly rejected it. She was an old woman, no man wants to fuck an old woman! I was not surprised how easily she used the word fuck. Besides, she calculated briefly, she was not only too old to fuck, she had not fucked a man in about 15 years. I nodded in agreement, it was clear that she was only fooling around on the sofa with other old broads. I kept my mouth shut, I knew it from a direct source.

Whether she wants foreplay before fucking, a little masturbating perhaps? I had unintentionally used a familiar speech form to her and it had left her speechless. No, she didn't need any foreplay or masturbation before fucking, she didn't want to fuck at all, not with a stranger! I laughingly called my name and uncovered her, pushing her hospital gown up to her neck. She couldn't move her arms and I looked at her thumb. There was the button attached, but she didn't lift a finger, didn't call a nurse over.

Her eyes were staring at my cock. He's certainly not scary; one is more modest at 70, after all. "You're not going to fuck me, are you, Doctor?" Her voice a bit despondent, not particularly fearful, more questioning. "I don't want to be fucked," she muttered several times and put her knees up, slightly unfolding them. "No, of course not," I said jokingly, "I'm sure it won't hurt you!" I knelt between her legs and she closed her eyes. I caught another slight smile of her as I penetrated. She let me fuck her without resistance, she was very aroused at the end, but she had not had an orgasm. I knelt up again after I had squirted in. She opened her eyes. "You are a piglet," she said softly, looking directly at me. I had touched her bursting stiff clit with my finger and she closed her eyes again. I masturbated her as finely as I could and she trembled violently in orgasm. Now she looked at me with a friendly smile. "You are very sensitive, Doctor!" she murmured inaudibly softly as I covered her. The Mrs. Kommerzialrat liked to be fucked more and more every time. She put her knees up and willingly let them unfold sideways. I didn't find her jagged inner labia particularly attractive, but I masturbated her every time after I fucked her, and usually in the afternoon, because she wasn't at all shy about asking for it anymore. I held the phone to her ear when she wanted to talk to her bosom friend. When she came to visit her, I hobbled out into the hallway, not interested in her intimate whispering. I stayed for more than two weeks and I fucked her every night once or twice and masturbated her afterwards. We barely spoke, she listened to the radio and I read on my tablet. She was still defenselessly bound to her rack when I gave her a little kiss on the cheek as I left.

After 8 weeks in the hospital, I could walk with a limp again, but it was a slog. The old janitor woman, who had helped me out now and then in sexual need since I had become a widower, had moved to a nursing home and the new girl, Marina, was a bloody young pregnant girl. She was already 4 months pregnant and had taken over the janitor's job because she needed a roof over her head and a little money. There was no husband or friend to be seen anywhere. We became friends a bit, soon she came over to my place every night, we ate my supper, drank lemonade or red wine and chatted for hours.

We soon got to the point. She complained a bit that her friends only visited her to fuck, they all just wanted the one thing. She did not invite them for some time, she masturbated every night a lot and that suited her so. Of course we didn't talk directly, but we did talk about it. I didn't complain, I was a widower and masturbating was part of it. I let it slip that the last janitor lady sometimes spent the night with me. Of course I knew that an 18 year old would not lie down with me. I had guessed correctly, because she said that she was already almost 20 and that age was just a number for her. She had already fucked many men, a hundred or maybe less. I kept it carefully on a low flame, fucking her was a nice dream, but just a dream. I didn't count on it. Again Lucifer put in a good word for me. Actually two words from the dark prince in heaven.

I found out that Marina couldn't do a recommended physical therapy because the Kassa wouldn't pay for it. I gave her money and urged her to do the therapy. When you're 20, you think you can do it, but when you're 70, you cry bitter tears. I told her that she could pay it back someday, no matter when. I had enough on the side and it didn't hurt me. She was very reluctant because she didn't want to be beholden to me and she said so. I assured her that I didn't expect anything in return, she didn't need to fuck me because of that. It was the right argument at the right time.

The second thing the dark prince threw at me was that the child's father made no effort to support Marina financially. He had not been able to push through an abortion, he chose the luxurious life with his rich wife, he wanted no problems, so he disowned the pregnant Marina and laughed his ass off. I called the guy and arranged a 5‐minute‐meeting at the Cafeteria across the street. He was surprised because I was older than he thought and I sized the guy up correctly in the first few seconds. I have smoked guys like him in the pipe, as they say, meaning I could overcome the coward easily. I skipped the small talk and got right down to hard business. I just had to grab him by the balls and squeeze hard. I barely had time to watch him collapse. I put the piece of paper with Marina's bank account number on the table, expecting him to make an initial payment for the past few months within a week and then monthly the legal alimony for the next 18 years. He nodded dejectedly. I left without saying goodbye, leaving him to pay for my coffee.

Marina was flabbergasted when she received the money. I had not betrayed with a syllable that I had spoken a clear word with the guy, but she knew it even so and I did not deny it. I had somehow taken Marina to my heart and was determined to be there for her. She wasn't a beauty after all, in my younger years I wouldn't have even noticed her. She never wore bra and panties and almost always the same shabby dress that revealed more than it hid, perhaps on purpose. I also recognized in the translucent dress that she did not shave her pubic hair, but that was not important. Her breasts were not very big and grew like her belly. She was a very clean person, she bathed daily and washed her beautiful reddish‐blonde hair that reached her chest line. I liked her white‐blonde eyebrows and long blonde eyelashes, which contrasted beautifully with her light green eyes.

I held back, I was 70 and she was around 20, goddammit! She liked to listen to me, because she wanted to overcome the generation gap. She talked often and gladly about sex. She had completely given up inviting her former boyfriends to fuck her. She talked willingly and frankly about her lustful daily masturbation, describing all her techniques, and we both laughed when she said on some things that should be shown rather than described. I nodded in agreement, but I didn't push her. I was also open and honest about my sex, there wasn't much to report. She kept asking how much I missed it and I answered, honestly, a lot. She kept saying that she didn't like giving handjobs or blowjobs, she had done that often enough in her school days. Fucking regularly or not at all, she saw it as simple as that. I had heard that before at some point.

One evening she took the lead. She sat down surprisingly on my thighs, we kissed for the first time, and how! She kissed me with her tongue kisses to the seventh heaven. She felt my stiff cock and half stood up to take off my pants. She sat back down wide‐legged on my bare thighs and pulled her dress off over her head. "I want it, your big boy wants it, do you want it too?" she whispered in the embrace. I nodded, of course! She fucked me for the first time, I felt her round belly against me and caressed her breasts. She fucked me slowly but firmly and our tongues fought for every thrill. It took a very long time before I squirted. She was already very aroused and bit my lips lightly while I squirted in her pussy. She held me tight and stayed on my cock even though it was rapidly softening.

She was still quite aroused from fucking, she said, but she never orgasmed while fucking, could she do it now or did it bother me? I nodded and nodded, I would love to be here and I had told her before that I loved watching women and girls masturbate. She reached down and masturbated firmly and passionately. We kissed during her orgasm. We always fucked the same way sitting up every night until she gave birth, she liked that better than lying on her back like a bug.

I waited in the waiting room until she gave birth to little Erik after a long delivery. She let me come to her immediately afterwards as if I were her lover. We stayed together for months, she fucked me again quite soon in the evening. I helped her out with money, little Erik should want for nothing. When he became two, she moved into a larger apartment with a nursery and visited me several times a week for pleasurable fucking.

She lets the little one play naked on the floor while she fucks me naked on the kitchen bench. She also thinks that he can see us quietly, we do loving sex and nothing perverted. We talked about the subject once and I thought she should teach him to masturbate at 7 or 8 and when he is 11 or 12, to fuck her. Marina looked at me big time. Incest? I nodded, fuck incest! She thought about it and said she would make it dependent on how Erik turned out.

The little boy started out spreading Marina's asscheeks apart with his little hands and bending down to check if my cock was really in her fuckhole, but soon he wasn't interested anymore. I got her to lie down on the bench to watch her masturbate. She had a really nice cunt, nice full labia and almost invisible inner labia. She pulled back the protective fold of skin over her clit at the beginning. Her clit was the size and shape of the eraser at the top of a pencil and she only teased it very briefly because she was still aroused and horny from the previous fucking. First slowly, then faster and faster she rubbed the clit and let the orgasm come. She pressed her hand on her pussy and closed her legs very tight to enjoy the convulsions with her eyes closed. She rarely masturbated a second time.

She really liked it when I masturbated her to orgasm, taking over near the end. I fucked her with a finger while she masturbated, she liked that very much. At night she sometimes took a big soft rubber penis to fuck herself intensely during the clit rubbing, she once said laughing, but I never got to see the thing.

I affirmed her to invite her friends again. Her young body was still very much in need of a strong cock, and riding my old one certainly wasn't enough. She shook her head reprovingly, she liked to fuck me very much sitting on my lap, there she had more control than lying defenseless on her back like a bug. And my cock was still perfectly fine, she rebuked me. But she always invited friends over to get fucked really hard in the afternoon. She told me every evening about fucking in the afternoon and was very fond of describing it with all the details. The friends got her to have her pubic hair shaved. I shaved them once or twice a week.

After all, all three of us were naked in my apartment in the evening, and Marina lay down in the bathtub to shave. Little‐Erik found shaving very, very exciting. When I finished shaving and cleaned Marina's smooth pubic mound with a warm washcloth, he would courageously intervene. "Make mommy all clean!" the little boy ordered me, rubbing her firmly. Little‐Erik looked at me demandingly. "Look, I know how to do it right now!" he said to me, stuck his little cock in Marina's cunt and showed me how the fucking goes. After a few thrusts, he groaned and mimicked the squirting. Marina and I laughed out loud and the little guy stamped his foot. "Keep going, keep going, give it to me right! That's what Mama says and you can believe me!" I tried to stay serious. And now every time after shaving, he stuck his little cock into her cunt and fucked her briefly, sometimes longer and groaning mimicked the squirting. Finally, he gave her a good slap on the buttock. "That's the way to do it," he instructed me triumphantly. I wanted to know why, my boy? As if shot out of a pistol, he answered, Mama always says that to the man, "that's right, keep it that way!" he quoted her. Marina and I held back from laughing out loud. Once, when the little one fucked her quite long playfully, I said laughing, the question of incest probably no longer arises.

For over 5 years she comes at least once a week, she did not need sex more than once a week she said. I am grateful, because I too have grown older and weaker.

I am grateful to Lucifer, he has given me a beautiful gift in my old days.