1. The Wreck of the Horstfels


    Date: 10/24/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: Rosehay, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    towel and stood back to admire her handiwork. "Not bad if I say so myself. During the war I did this for soldiers hundreds of times." With a look at Adalind went on, "Now this last bit can be tricky and so I'd like you to hold his penis upright and stiff while I shave off the hair around the base." Glancing at me she asked. "Is that OK with you?". I was a little surprised that it required two women to carry out this simple process but I supposed my hands and arms might get in the way and so just shrugged my shoulders. Adalind kept giving me grins during the sixty seconds it took to remove the wispy hair around the lower inch of my penis and finally everybody sighed with relief that it was over and done with. In her secret diary which I got to peruse several years later, Adalind described the closing stages of this operation: "...Holding his prick upright for a minute or so I got a good look at it. Inge knew what I was doing but didn't care. Erect it was seven inches long and straight with a nice thick girth. The shaft was brownish and the head intensified to crimson at maximum stiffness. It must be really sensitive with all those tiny pimples around the rim, I thought. Inge said she hadn't seen a rim like that before, and she should know. "...Inge told Wulf she was going to smear his penis with baby oil to prevent dryness and soreness. She did this by running her oily fingertips up and down the urethra and the back of the shaft which had not been one of the ...
    places shaved, Within a few seconds Wulf stifled a gasp and his ejaculation came up very fast. The first two or three spurts twisted out to spatter the apron of the ward-sister's uniform, the semen festooned her fingers and spattered his abdomen. "Oh dearie me," she said, "I had no idea that that would happen!" "...He writhed his abdomen as he was ejaculating, gasping at the sensation and crying "Ohfuckohfuck, Inge". It lasted about twenty-five seconds until his prick was finally struggling to keep up its head. "...'That's one way of getting rid of his erection,' Inge said and we both laughed. Then she packed up the trolley and wheeled it out leaving me to wipe up my step-son's semen." So much for the account of my step-mother Adalind. If she thought I was going to be at home for a week while she cared for my lower parts she was out of luck. The operation itself went off routinely and within a day or so I was back in the Worthingthorpe barracks sick bay. To my chagrin now I had male Medical Corps nursing staff, competent but not pretty, and no females to look after me. After forty-eight hours I was returned to light duties. It was to be on my twentieth birthday a few months later, upon my discharge from National Service and return home to Adalind with bag and baggage, that I discovered what part the sunken German coaster Horstfels had played in the entire relationship involving the three of us, casting forward its dread shadow from over twenty years previously.
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