3 comments/ 144168 views/ 4 favorites Doctor's Orders Ch. 02 By: jamboman This story is the sequel to ‘Doctor’s Orders’. It is strongly recommended that you read ’Doctor’s Orders’ before reading this story. I received lots of very positive feedback on the first story. I hope you enjoy this one too. ***** The doctor’s house-call on my wife a few days earlier began to bug me. Although it had led to my wife and I having fabulous sex afterwards, and on several other occasions since then, it was clear that that Doctor Davidson had misused his position of authority. The blunt truth was that he had sexually molested my vulnerable young wife, taking her all the way to a finger-fucking orgasm. And he had done it on my bed. It was irrelevant that she had actually gotten sexual pleasure out of the experience, or that I had gotten as horny as a jack-rabbit when she had told me all the details. I knew that she was mentally reliving the experience every time we had sex, as her orgasms were more frequent and much fiercer than they had ever been before. The memories of what the doctor had done to her that day were providing her with ongoing sexual pleasure. Another man was sharing our marital bed. It was really beginning to piss me off! After about two weeks of stewing, I decided that I could not ignore the situation any longer. It would be foolish for me to punch the doctor out … I would finish up behind bars for that. But I would tell him he was a complete jerk-off, and then report the matter to the police. If nothing else, that would scare the shit out of him, which would be satisfaction enough for me. I placed a call to the doctor’s office to make an appointment to see him. The receptionist told me that he was out of the office for a few days. My mind was made up and I didn’t want my confrontation with him to wait until he returned to the office. I hung up the phone and reached for the phone book. Sure enough, his home phone number and address were listed. I would pay him a surprise visit at home. I smiled grimly to myself. This time it would be me making the house-call! Without delay, I drove over to his house and parked my car on the street in front. I pressed the doorbell and could her it chime faintly inside the house. While I waited for the door to be answered I began to have second thoughts. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. He was a doctor and I was just an ordinary working Joe. If he denied everything, nobody would take my word over his. Just as I began to hope that no one was home, the door was opened. A beautiful brunette, about 35 years of age, wearing a white blouse and knee-length black skirt stood in the open doorway, one hand resting on the door handle. She had the most stunning brown eyes I had ever seen. I think my lower jaw dropped a bit as I looked at her. “Yes?” she asked coldly. “M-may I see Dr. Davidson, please,” I stammered. I had geared myself up for a confrontation with a man. Facing this gorgeous woman had knocked me off my stride. “He is not available. May I help you?” She had a slight European accent and she pronounced the word ‘is’ as ‘ees’. I guessed she was French. “I must speak with your husband (I was guessing she was his wife). I have a serious matter to discuss, and it has to be with him personally” “Then you must make an appointment with his office” she responded stiffly. “The doctor does not see patients at his home” “I’m not his patient.” I was beginning to recover my determination. “My wife is his patient and the serious matter I want to discuss with your husband is about her.” “What serious matter about your wife?” She sounded a bit cautious. “He fucked her,” I stated bluntly, and stared straight into her eyes. The effect was dramatic. Her mouth opened slightly and she gaped at me blankly. She was speechless. “He fucked my wife during a house-call about two weeks ago. Now I want to tell him what I think about him before I go to the cops.” Her shoulders had sagged slightly for a moment, but now she puller herself erect again. “Your accusation is ridiculous, but we cannot discuss it here. You’d better come inside.” She spun around and walked into the house, leaving me to close the door and follow her. Instinctively, I looked down at her legs as I walked behind her. They were beautiful, with shapely calves and thin ankles. Her ass swayed slightly under her skirt as she walked. She was awesome. I have a fatal weakness for any beautiful woman with shapely legs and a tight ass. This woman had it all. I still had thoughts of revenge for her doctor husband, but just looking at her ass swaying in front of me made my thoughts turn in a different direction. I could feel myself getting horny. A germ of an idea began to form in my mind. She walked into a small study and sat down on a chair. I sat down opposite her. She crossed her legs, giving me a brief glimpse of pale thighs. She saw where I was looking and glared at me hostilely before putting her hands on her knee to block my view. “My husband is not here, so you will have to discuss this with me. Now, tell me about this absurd accusation from your wife. Women often make such accusations, you know, and they are always the result of sexual fantasies. This one will be no different. It is one of the hazards of being a doctor, especially a handsome doctor like my husband.” “He gave her a complete physical exam, and I mean a complete exam,” I began. “So?” she shot back. “That’s what doctors do.” “She only had a cold,” I replied, suddenly not so sure of myself. “How do you know? Are you a doctor?” “He told her to strip naked,” I protested, hoping that this would make an impression. “How else could he do a complete examination? One cannot do a physical exam on a patient who is clothed. You obviously know little about medical procedures.” “Then he massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples,” I countered, suddenly realizing that my arguments were beginning to sound weak. “Were you in the room at the time?” she demanded. I shook my head. “He did not ‘massage’ her breasts as you so crudely put it. He was checking for lumps, and under the nipples is a common place for lumps to develop. You’ve heard of breast cancer, I presume.” She was sounding stronger, more confident. I had lost the stripping naked argument, and I had lost the fondling of the breasts argument. It was time to move on to the next point, the one where I felt I was strongest. “He slid two fingers in and out of her pussy, at the same time as he rubbed her clit.” I tried to make it sound dramatic. “He made her come,” I added, putting the emphasis on what I thought was a winning point. She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling a let out a long, exasperated sigh. “This conversation is preposterous,” she said, looking at me with disdain. “What you have described is known as an ‘internal examination’. The doctor puts one or two fingers into the patient’s vagina to test the vagina and uterus for abnormalities. He did not ‘rub her clit’, which is a disgusting comment, but pushed down on her belly so that he could check her cervix too. The term you used, ‘slid the fingers in and out’ is provocative and suggestive. If the fingers go in, they obviously have to come out again. In and out! Even you would not suggest, I hope, that he leave his fingers inside your wife indefinitely. Some doctors, including my husband, will simultaneously put a finger into the patient’s rectum, a fact that is a cause for childish interest in some men, but is a normal part of an internal examination. I would be surprised if he did not do that with your wife too.” “How do you know so much about this stuff,” I challenged. Even to me, my protests sounded weak. “First of all, I am a woman. Second, I am also a medical doctor like my husband. So I have both undergone these examinations, and I have given them. I speak from first-hand knowledge.” Scorn was beginning to creep into her voice. “As for your wife having an orgasm during the examination, what has that to do with my husband? He is not responsible for your wife’s behaviour. My husband did not fuck your wife, sir, but I think she was hoping that he would.” That final comment was closer to the truth than she realized. She was silent, looking at me with a hint of triumph. I was almost beaten. Almost, but not quite! “So you are telling me that everything I have described to you is normal practice, part of a 5 minute medical examination?” “Yes. Everything my husband did is accepted medical practice. You’ll have to ask your wife for an explanation about her orgasm!” She sneered at me when she spoke the last sentence. The sneer would not last long. I had set a trap and she had walked right into it. “Then how would you explain the fact that the exam took not 5 minutes, which you say is normal, but 40 minutes?” She gaped at me in disbelief. “Well … I … well…” she stammered, then gave up and stopped talking altogether. We looked at each other silently. I let the news burn its way into her brain. “Your husband, the doctor, spread-eagled my naked wife on the bed, my bed, and caressed her and fingered her for 40 minutes. He finger-fucked her for so long she had an orgasm. He didn’t even stop at that point, but kept working her body over until she was close to coming again. When he finally left her, he had a noticeable bulge in his pants. I saw it for myself.” I was lying about the bulge, but I wanted complete victory. Telling the story again had conjured up erotic mental images of my naked young wife cooperating with the doctor’s advances, spreading her legs when he told her to do so, and I felt my cock move. Despite everything else I felt, it made me horny to think of what happened that afternoon. And because I was telling the story to this sexy woman, it made me even more aroused. I knew my cock was starting to stiffen. The beautiful woman sitting across from me had changed dramatically. The arrogance was gone and she had slumped in the chair. She was looking at the floor. She had uncrossed her legs, making the hem of her skirt ride a few inches above her knees. I was getting a good look at her fabulous knees and thighs but she no attempt to pull the hem of the skirt down. She was a picture of complete dejection. “Your poor wife. Why didn’t she try to stop him?” she asked quietly. “He dominated her, and being naked, she felt completely vulnerable. She felt powerless. She’s also quite young, and was reluctant to challenge a mature doctor.” She hadn’t looked up while I spoke. A tear splashed onto her skirt, then another. Her shoulders began to shake and she sobbed quietly. I grabbed a box of tissues from the desk and went over to her, kneeling on the floor beside her chair. I rested my arms on her legs (my god, I was touching her legs!!) while she took a tissue and dabbed at her eyes. She slowly regained her composure. “If it’s any consolation,” I said, trying to be helpful, “my wife is a very beautiful woman, just like you. He probably couldn’t help himself.” She raised her head and looked at me. Her huge brown eyes, slightly red from crying, were swimming with tears. “Thank you, but I don’t feel beautiful right now.” She quietly blew her nose on the tissue. She looked so miserable and pathetic I was overcome with pity. I took her head in my hands, leaned toward her, and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Her fragrance wafted into my nostrils. She smelled of lilacs. She smelled divine. I took my hands off the sides of her head and rested them on her uncovered knees. For several seconds she looked at my hands on her knees, and then looked straight into my eyes. She made no attempt to remove my hands. I felt my cock twitch again. “I think I know the day my husband made the house call on your wife. He came home early in the afternoon, much earlier than normal, and he was very sexually aroused. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me upstairs to the bedroom. I kept protesting that I was not in the mood for sex, but he ignored me. In fact, I think my resistance actually made him more determined. He pinned me down on the bed with my arms over my head and fucked me very hard. It was not love. He used my body to spend his brutal lust. It was very unpleasant for me and I despise him for it. If it is possible for a husband to rape his wife, I was raped that day. Just like he raped your wife with his hands. Your wife must be very beautiful, as you say, to have aroused him to such a condition. I’m sure now that he was thinking of your wife as he fucked me.” She looked at me, and another tear rolled from her eye. “Now you know how he got rid of that bulge you saw in his pants. He must have left your house and come straight to me. But I have not let him touch me since.” I was overcome with pity for her. I took my hands off her soft knees (very reluctantly!) and wrapped my arms around her in a gentle hug. I was still kneeling on the floor. She moved her body forward to the edge of the chair and hugged me back. I pulled her firmly to me and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth was soft, incredibly soft. “You seem like a very nice man,” she said to me, pulling slowly out of our embrace. “What is your name?” “Alex,” I replied. “And yours?” “Monique. I’m French.” “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” “That’s twice you’ve called me beautiful.” She took hold of my hands and put them back on her knees. She kept her hands on top of mine. “It feels nice to have your hands on me. They are the hands of a man. Very strong, but gentle.” My cock gave a violent twitch and started to stiffen further. I wondered if I had heard her properly. “I feel very sorry for what my husband did to your wife. You have every right to feel angry with him. Now I have two reasons to be despise him … for what he did to me, and for what he did to your wife.” She had recovered from crying, and was looking tragically beautiful. Once again there were a few seconds of silence. “Will you make love to me?” she asked quietly, her voice almost a whisper. “My husband is away, and we will not be disturbed. I want to feel loved again, especially by a man who considers me beautiful. I want you to hold me. I want your strong hands to touch me. Please!” By way of an answer, I stood up, still holding her hands, pulled her to her feet and drew her body close to me. Our mouths came together and I felt her tongue slip past my teeth. My cock was now erect, and she could feel it pressing against her thigh. She pulled her mouth away from mine and giggled. Her laughter tinkled like a small bell. I cupped her gorgeous ass in my hands (at last!!) feeling the tightness of her muscles. Her ass felt as magnificent as I had imagined, and I pulled her hips harder towards me. “I think we must hurry,” she laughed, pronouncing it ‘theenk’. “I don’t want you to have an accident.” Then she ran her hand lightly over my crotch. We ran up the stairs hand-in hand like teenagers. We were both laughing and breathless with excitement. I couldn’t believe how this was turning out. Earlier I had decided that I would try to fuck her as a form of payback, but it was her who was now making all the moves. She wanted to get laid as badly as I did. And I wanted it real bad! There were two beds in the bedroom, and Monique stood next to the nearest bed, unbuttoning her blouse. Our eyes never left each other as we undressed. The blouse and skirt were tossed aside and she stood motionless for a few moments to let me gaze at the vision of loveliness. She was simply stunning, with long, well-shaped legs, small waist, and flat stomach. She reached behind her back, unfastened the bra, pulled the straps over her shoulder, and tossed the flimsy garment aside. Her breasts spilled into view, the large, dark nipples already erect. She slid the panties over her hips, and let them drop to her feet. She kicked them aside. The black triangle of her pubic hair contrasted sharply with the paleness of her skin. I dropped my shorts, and my stiff cock stood out straight. I saw her look at my groin and her breasts began to rise and fall as her breathing quickened. “Which is your husband’s bed?” I asked hoarsely. She nodded her head briefly toward the one she was standing beside. “Then that is the one we’ll use,” I stated grimly. She smiled with understanding. “I think it is called ‘poetic justice’ in English.” Without another word, she sprawled herself on the bed. “Please hurry, mon cher, otherwise I might have to start without you.” She opened her legs provocatively, and her hands crept to her pussy, her fingers slowly stroking herself. I walked over to the bed, my erect cock swaying as I walked. I leaned over and kissed Monique on the mouth, and cupped a breast in my hand, twisting a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “There’s just one more thing,” I whispered. “OK, but please hurry, my darling.” She was gasping with passion. I pulled the pillow from under her head, asked to raise her hips, and slid the pillow beneath her. With grim satisfaction, I noted that the pillow her husband rested his head on at night would be the very pillow that I would rest his wife’s ass on as I fucked her. Monique was no fool, and caught the significance of what I had done. “He did this with the pillow to your wife?” she asked quietly. I nodded. “More poetic justice,” she said, closing her eyes, with her hips and pussy pointing invitingly upwards. “Then this is how I should be for you.” At long last I moved onto the bed beside her and kissed her soft mouth. I cupped her breast in my hand once more, twisting the nipple harder than ever. She drew her breath in sharply and a small “oh!” escaped from her lips. I moved my mouth down her body, grasping the other nipple lightly between my teeth. Her body began to squirm slowly on the bed. Her fist orgasm was not far away. Neither was mine. My mouth continued down her slender, firm body, giving her navel a brief lick in passing. When I arrived at her mound, I swung my body over her leg, positioning my head very close to her pussy. Her pussy smelled wonderful, a heady mixture of soap, lilac, and the rich muskiness that is purely feminine. I looked up the length of her body to see her face. Her head was tilted slightly back, her eyes were jammed shut, and her lips were slightly open. As I watched, her tongue slowly moistened the lips. Her breasts were rising and falling quickly. “My Love,” I whispered, “Open your pussy for me.” Wordlessly, she moved her hands from the sides of her body, and brought them between her spread thighs. I put my hands on the inside of her knees and pushed her legs further apart. Her fingers were long and slender, like those of a piano player. For the first time, I noticed that she was wearing red nail polish. She dug her fingertips into the sides of her pussy, and it opened up like petals on a rose. I got a wonderful close-up view of her entire pussy, and the opening to her cunt. Everything was moist and glistening. I moved my head forward, and put my mouth firmly over her soft flesh. She gasped, and cried a long “ohhhh!” She tasted even better than she smelled, and my tongue and lips worked on her twitching pussy while my heart pounded like it would burst. Moving up slightly, I drew her clit into my mouth and grasped it between my lips. At the same time, I pushed a finger deep into her wet cunt. Her body immediately convulsed, and her hips thrust up and down frantically. The sound that came from her mouth sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t tell whether it was a cry of agony or ecstasy, or both, but it was long and loud. It was the most dramatic orgasm I had ever witnessed, even wilder than the ones Liz had been having in the last two weeks. With hips still thrusting, Monique pulled at my head to get me back up beside her. “Quick, darling,” she gasped frantically. “I need you inside me. Oh Alex, my darling, my darling, my darling … “ her voice fading until she was no longer audible. Doctor's Orders Ch. 02 Bobby and his mother, Rachel, arrived back at home. They got out of the car and neither one could look at each other. Bobby went to his room to get on the computer while his mom started to make dinner. His twin sisters Lisa and Theresa were spending the night at a friend's house meaning that he and his mom would be alone until tomorrow evening. Bobby was totally unsure what to make of what just happened. He had just come from the doctor's office where a sexy older woman jerked him off and let him cum all over her face and tits, and not only that but he did it in front of his mom! Then she prescribed "manual masturbation" as Dr. White had put it three times a day, or in other words have someone else jerk off his huge cock, and surprisingly enough, his mom volunteered for the job! This was just too unreal. Although his mom was hot, he never thought about her sexually before. He wasn't really sure if he wanted her to jerk him off or not, but it was obvious that he couldn't cum without someone else, and the doctor said that it would be for the best. He used to jerk off three times a day when he could still get himself off, and his balls hurt if he didn't do it at least that many times, but he didn't want his mom to jerk him off if she didn't want to. He decided that he wouldn't mention it to her, that way she could have an easy out and not have to do it for him. Rachel was also thinking about what had just happened while she was making dinner. She didn't know what had come over her when she volunteered herself to jerk her own son off three times a day. She was thinking about just asking Dr. White to do it instead. But then again, she thought, Bobby has the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life, and so much cum! I don't care if he's my son, I'd do anything to see that thing shoot again. She considered trying to find an excuse to watch Dr. White as she jerked off Bobby but couldn't think of anything believable. After awhile, she decided that it was hopeless. If she wanted to see Bobby's cock let out a fountain of cum again, she'd have to do it herself. Bobby was playing solitaire on his computer when his mom called him down for dinner. He came down and sat across from her at the table as he always did. He grabbed the plate before him and shoveled some food on it, all the while keeping his head down as to not look his mom in the eye. Rachel obviously noticed the change in her son because she asked him, "What's wrong, sweetie?" Bobby looked up at her finally, a little shocked that she could even talk to him after what happened, "N-n-n-nothings wrong mom, why w-w-w-would you say that?" Rachel put down her fork. Obviously Bobby was troubled about something, and she could guess what it was. "Is this about, um, what happened in the doctors office Bobby?" Bobby was really taken aback at this, he wasn't sure how to respond and just stared at her dumbly. "Bobby, you don't need to feel embarrassed about that. I can imagine what you must be going through. I mean, with balls as big as..." "MOM!" Bobby practically screamed, not believing that his mom was just about to talk about his nuts. "Look hon, considering what the doctor prescribed for us, I think we should both get as comfortable as we can with talking about these things. Alright, sweetie?" Bobby stared dumbly a little longer. He realized that she was right, "Okay, fine, we'll talk about it mom, but I'm still not completely comfortable, okay?" "That's fine Bobby. I'll try to talk about it as professionally as I can." "Thanks mom." "Okay, now as I was saying, I know it must be rough for you, not being able to cum, I mean, ejaculate must be very hard on a boy your age, since you are in your sexual prime. And it must be even worse for you, since I can tell by how much, um, semen you produced earlier that you need to, um, ejaculate many times a day, and you don't have a girlfriend to help you, so whether we like it or not, I'm the one that has to" She reached across the table and gripped his hand, "Now I know it will be hard to adjust to our new situation, but we'll get used to it." Bobby gripped her hand, he didn't know how to feel about this. For one thing, he was now no longer going to have to jerk himself off (not that he could anyway) but it's going to be his mom helping him. She was one hot tamale but he didn't want to commit incest with her. "Mom," he said, "I appreciate all the help and everything, but, well, you're my mom, and I don't know, it just seems wrong." Rachel smiled and tightened her grip, "Don't think of it like that sweetie, this isn't going to be anything sexual," yeah right, she thought, "it's just a mother helping out her son when he needs it." Bobby smiled, she was right, this wasn't anything like incest between mother and son, it was just following the doctor's advice. "Thanks mom, I'm glad you feel that way." "Okay," she took her hand away and picked up her fork, "now let's finish our meal and you get ready for bed while I clean up here, then I'll help you with your 'little' problem before bed, okay sweetie?" Bobby dropped his fork, but he nodded yes. He ate a little too fast because his mind was elsewhere and got up long before his mom did. He went up to his room and tried not to think about any of the possible things to come while he picked out a t-shirt to wear to bed. He hadn't worn anything but a t-shirt to bed since he turned 13, since wearing underwear usually chafes his dick during the night and besides he likes the feeling of the blanket on his oversized cock and balls. He grabbed a T-shirt and went into the bathroom opposite his bedroom to take a shower. He started the water and got in taking far too much time to wash himself. He paid particular attention to washing his balls and his dick since he wanted those parts to be clean when his mom wanted to jerk him off. He started to get hard while thinking about it and by the time he got out of the shower he had a raging boner. He grabbed a towel and put it on, making a huge tent in it when there was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" He asked even though he already knew. "Who do you think silly?" Rachel replied, "I thought I could help you now, before I take my shower so I can wash up afterwards." Bobby just stood there, trying to will his erection to go away, he knew that he'd have to be erect in order for his mom to "help" him, but he didn't want her to think that he was waiting for it. His mom pounded on the door some more and asked to be let in, Bobby finally just gave in and unlocked the door. Rachel entered, greeted by Bobby's muscular body in nothing but a towel and she could already see that he was sporting a huge erection. She licked her lips in anticipation, but pretended to be shocked, "Bobby, you already have an erection! You must be in more need than I thought!" Bobby looked his mom over, she was only wearing a tiny silk robe, that barely covered her, her tits were so big that they were practically begging to be released and it was cut short enough near the bottom that it was just barely covering her pussy. Bobby thought about what his mom had said and decided that he could probably use this as an excuse, "Um, yeah, that's right, um, I'm used to uh, jerking off a lot, so when it gets hard I don't really know what to do now that I can't, uh, wank myself." "Oh Bobby, why didn't you say so? Mommy's here to take care of that for you. Whenever you need to be wanked, just ask me, okay baby?" Bobby smiled, he had the best mom ever, "Okay mom, that sounds great." She smiled back, "Now remove that towel, I want to see your monster." Bobby didn't know about his mom calling his cock a monster, but decided she probably just said it to make him feel more comfortable. He removed his towel showing his mom his large cock for the second time today. Immediately she knelt down in front of it saying that it was the best spot for her to help him from. He just nodded and watched as she reached up with both hands and placed them on his giant pecker. Rachel was finally feeling the entire length of his dick with her hands. It was all she could think about since she was at the doctor's office earlier that day, she gripped it on both sides as tight as she could as she slowly started jerking his dick. She heard him moan a little but he quickly apologized, "That's alright hon," she said not taking her eyes off of his enormous cockmeat, "it's perfectly natural." She continued stroking, this time a little faster then before and he moaned again, this time louder. She could see pre-cum already start to come out of her son's dick, and she had to keep herself from just leaning forward and licking it off of his delicious looking cock head. Bobby looked down at his mom kneeling before him while she jerked his dick. She was kneeling with her legs wide open and he really wished that she wasn't wearing her robe so he could look at her pussy. He caught himself thinking this about his mother, but was so overcome with pleasure that he just thought about it some more. His cock was now leaking pre-cum all over the place and was falling right in front of his mother's pussy in a steady stream making a puddle on the floor. She put one of her hands up on his cock head and got it good and soaked with his pre-cum which she used as a lubricant for stroking the rest of his cock. Rachel could feel her pussy leaking juices all over the floor, she was just glad that his pre-cum was coming out at such a speed that it completely covered her juices up. She thought about their juices mixing together on the floor and started to feel a mini-orgasm. She tried to hide it as best she could from her son, but too late she let out a tiny gasp. "Is something wrong mom?" Bobby asked. "NO! (ahem) I mean, everything's fine." She replied, she now wanted nothing more that to suck on Bobby's cock while she used her other hand to fuck herself. She scooted herself in a little, making her lips just millimeters away from the tip of her son's cock. Only common decency kept her from wrapping her lips around him and sucking the pre-cum from his dick. Bobby could see just how close her face was to his cock and could feel himself getting close, his pre-cum was now leaking down onto her robe right in front of where her crotch was, at first he thought that this was really hot, but realized that he didn't want to ruin her nice silk vestment. "Mom, I'm um, getting your robe dirty," he said. His mom looked down and saw that he was right. She looked back up at him and said, "You're right, I better take my robe off before you ruin it." She took both hands off of his cock and removed her robe. Bobby's eyes widened in response. First he looked at her gorgeous perfect tits, then down to her wet, clean shaven pussy. His knees buckled for a minute and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to stand for much longer. She looked up at him and saw that he was absolutely going nuts looking at her naked body. She thought about grabbing her nipples and squeezing them just to see what he'd do, but decided that that wouldn't be very motherly behavior. She went back to jerking his dick with reckless abandon, and his pre-cum was now falling all over her pussy, making Rachel even hotter than before. Bobby was staring at his cock juices dripping on his mother's pussy and it set him over the edge. He yelled that he was about to cum, and his mom sped up her stroking. He felt his cum shoot out and watched it as the first streak went all over his mom's lips and chin. She pulled away from him a little and the next shot right in between her eyes. She gripped his cock and aimed in downward so the next few shots of cum went all over her tits and belly. Finally it ended with just a few dribbles falling all over her pussy. Bobby looked at the mess he's just made of his mother. She was so covered in his cum that he was sure she was going to yell at him for making such a mess. Instead she opened her mouth and asked for a towel, as she did so Bobby noticed that cum fell straight into her mouth and to his surprise she didn't spit it out. He turned around to grab the towel from around his feet. Rachel couldn't believe she just swallowed his cum, but it tasted so good, so thick and sweet. She had no idea that cum could taste so good. Bobby turned around and as he did so she scooped his cum off of her tits and licked it off of her hand quickly, Bobby turned around and didn't notice a thing. He gave her the towel. Rachel smiled at him, "Okay sweetie, you get to bed, I'll come in after my shower to say goodnight." Bobby just smiled back at her and left the bathroom, his dick was still as hard as ever since his mom covered in his cum was now permanently burned into his mind. Rachel watched him as he left and shut and locked the bathroom door. As soon as he was gone she started scooping up all the cum on her and stuffing it into her mouth. The more she at of her son's cum the more she wanted to eat, Oh god, she thought, I'm turning into a cum fiend. Finally she scooped his cum out of her pussy and licked off both his and her juices, feeling herself getting wetter than she was before. She got in the shower and turned the water up as hot as her skin could take. Then she started squeezing and twisting her nipples making herself hotter than even the water on her body. She started fingering herself a moment afterwards and had an earth shattering orgasm all the while thinking of the taste of her sons cum in her mouth. She went to bed, completely forgetting to say goodnight to Bobby, all the while thinking about jerking him off the next morning. To be continued... Doctor's Orders Ch. 02 "You seem distracted Michael." Doctor Teodore noticed. "Doc... Your advice the other day... About Jake..." "Did it go well?" "Something came over me. I intended to simply just talk to Jake, but then the next thing I know, I later woke up naked next to Jake in his bed. I couldn't remember anything." "Michael, since your divorce, how had your sex life, been?" "I've been busy with work, I never really had the time for even dating." "Did you ever masturbate?" "...No." "So, our previous session was the first time, you've ever had a sexual encounter?" Michael took a deep breath. "Yes." "It appears that all those years of denying yourself your sexual desires, this 'sexual deviant' manifested itself within you, and had awakened after our first session together." "Wh-what are you saying? That I have a split personality who's infatuated with my son?!" "It would appear so." Michael covered his face with his hands in dismay. "I don't believe this." Teodore stood up and walked behind Michael and began to massage his shoulders. "You need to accept the fact that you have these desires, Michael. You need to acknowledge them." "Doc, I..." "It's the only way for you and your alter to become one again, otherwise, all that tension building up can make him take over at any moment, and run amok of your life." Teodore ran his hands down Michael's shoulders and over his chest. "No, Doc, not again..." Teodore whispered into Michael's ear, "We're sexual beings, Michael. We should embrace our desires, not repress them." He groped Michael's pecs and watched the bulge in his patient's trousers grow. "You're enjoying this, Michael." He reached down to Michael's crotch, and massaged the length of his bulge through the fabric of his black dress pants. Michael flexed his cock against Teodore's touch and moaned. "I can't stand it anymore, I need to cum, Doc!" "Michael?" "Mikey ran away, Doc." "And who are you?" "I am Eros... Don't make me beg for it." Teodore unbuckled Eros' belt, and undid his trousers and pulled out his aching wet cock and began to stroke it slowly. "While you're here, Eros, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" "Keep doing what you're doing, and you can ask me anything." Eros replied, panting heavily. Teodore stepped around Eros, and kneeled down between his legs and continued to stroke his cock. "What are you doing inside Michael's body?" "You're kidding right? You think I'm in this prude's body by choice? I'm trapped in it... Oh fuck, that's the spot! Keep going!" Teodore lubed his palm with Eros' precum and made long and slow strokes, while occasionally licking the base of his uncut cock. "And what is your fascination with his son, Jake?" "Have you seen the kid? He's a fucking stud, and fucks like a stallion. Michael is so lucky to have a boy like that, yet he's never fucked him, can you believe that shit? If I had a son like Jake, we'd screw each other senseless all the time... God dammit, Doc, I like that thing you're doing with your tongue!" "You do realise that's incest, right?" Teodore asked, then began to lick the base of Teodore's wet cock to the tip of the head, and sliding his tongue under the foreskin, and wrapping it around the head of his cock. Eros groaned as he thrusted into Teodore's mouth. "Aw, fuck yeah! Of course I realise it's incest, I'm not fucking stupid. But what can I say? I like sex, and I don't care who it's with... Come on, Doc, don't tease me! Suck my dick!" "But you seem very drawn to Jake." Teodore said before taking the first few inches of Eros' shaft into his mouth, and sucking eagerly as he pumped the base with his hand. "Oh, man, that's fucking good...! There's something special about Jake. I almost see myself in him. That appreciation for sex, and how he doesn't give a damn about who it's with." "And what about Michael?" Eros rammed is cock back into Teodore's mouth. "No more questions, just blow me." Teodore continued to suck Eros' cock without any objection. He ran his tongue up to the tip of the head, and held it out as he collected a wad of leaking precum on the tip and swallowed it. "You're a real twisted piece of work, you know that Doc?" "Wha-" "That wasn't an invitation for you to talk, keep sucking...! Seducing Michael, instructing him to fuck his own boy. And from your cock sucking skills, I'd say Michael wasn't the first patient you've seduced. Not that I'm judging you. You're the kind of person who grabs live by the cock, and milks it for all its worth. Michael is such a sad man. Never indulging himself in the pleasures the human body has to offer, instead he submerges himself in self pity, wondering where he went wrong in his marriage. It's pathetic, I can't believe I'm stuck in this fool." Eros held Teodore's head with both hands, as he began to fuck his mouth. "Aww, fuck yeah! Here it comes!" Eros held Teodore's head down to the base of his cock as he shot his load into his mouth. "Fuck!! Come on, swallow all of it!" Teodore swallowed Eros' load and suckled on the head of his cock for every drop. "You're such pervert. I love it." Eros said. "We need you and Michael to come to an understanding. You're trapped in Michael, and there's no way you can ever 'escape'. You and Michael need to come together and work something out." "Fuck that, I'm not discussing shit with that prude." "Keep in mind, this is Michael's body. What you do while you're in control will affect both of you. If you land Michael in trouble, you'll suffer the consequences as well." "I'll take my chances. Now, take off your pants and sit on my dick." Teodore removed his trousers, and positioned himself above Eros' still rock hard cock, and slid it into his hole, and groaned. "You went up there without a fight, Doc. I wonder how many cocks you had before me." Eros pumped into Teodore's hole up and down slowly, basking the sensation as he moaned. "Mikey has no idea what he's missing." Teodore removed his tie and gagged himself with it to muffle his wails of ecstasy "You've never had someone work your ass this good before, I can tell." Teodore ignored Eros' remark as he began to bounce on his cock. "Oh yeah, that's good, just like that!" Eros said as he tore Teodore's shirt open, snipping all the buttons off, as he began to suck on his nipples. "What are you doing?! I still have other patients to see!" "Quite frankly, I don't give a damn." Eros picked up Teodore and laid him out on his back over the desk, spilling all his supplies on the floor, and continued to fuck him. The look of hunger and lust on Teodore's face made Eros wild. He grabbed the doctor by the neck and leaned down close to his face. "Beg me to fuck you harder, show me how much you want it, you pervert." "Please!" "You call that begging? Shout my name." "I have other patients waiting outside...!" Eros spat on Teodore's exposed chest as he took one hard thrust into the doctor's abused hole. He held Teodore's throat harder and stared him directly in the eyes with an animalistic glare. "Do it." He ordered firmly with another hard thrust. "Please, fuck me right, Eros!!" "That's more like it." Eros said as he continued fucking the doctor while jerking his cock in sync with his thrusts. "My turn to play doctor now. Tell me, Teodore, earlier you questioned me about incest, and you sounded rather judgemental, yet you encouraged naive little Mikey to fuck Jake. For a therapist, you're quite fucked up in the head too. Tell me, do you have a son? Have you fucked him? Do you want to fuck him?" Teodore groaned as he grinded his teeth together. "No, I don't... But I used to always have fantasies about my own dad... unf...!" Eros spit on Teodore's cock to lube it up more as he kept jerking it. "Go on, tell me everything." "When I discovered I was attracted to men, I was always into older guys..." Teodore bit his thumb trying to contain his moans, as he confessed to Eros who continued to fuck him mercilessly. "Then I noticed my father. He was everything I wanted in a man... I started jerking off to thoughts of sucking his cock, getting fucked by him... Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"" Eros stroked Teodore's cock faster, and slammed his ass harder. Teodore bit his arm as he shot his load all over Eros' hand and chest. He rolled his eyes to the back of his head, and convulsed as Eros squeezed the cum out of his cock. " A passive and naive dad like Michael, and a situation like his doesn't come along often," Teodore continued, short of breath. "I wanted him to take advantage of the situation." Eros brought his cum-covered hand to his mouth and licked every drop of his hand, then spat it back out on Teodore's face. "You dirty pervert. I like you." Eros slowed his pace, then leaned down and burried his face between Teodore's neck and shoulder. "Let me tell you about how I bedded Jake." He said as he bit Teodore's neck. "Michael wanted to make love to Jake so badly for years. I finally decided to take over and do what he couldn't. It was incredible. His son is such a stud, he wanted Michael just as badly, but Michael is so cowardly, he denied the poor boy that for so long. It wasn't fair. I pitied Jake, so I gave him what he wanted- A fathers love. I gave him a taste of his father's cock. You should have seen the delight in his eyes to have the cock that made him in his mouth and feed him. The way he moaned when he deflowered Mikey's virgin hole. It was incredible, I wish I could be able to have a son like that. Michael is so lucky and he doesn't even know it... Argh! I'm gonna cum...!" "Not inside!" Teodore begged, but Eros disregarded him. He pumped his cock hard in Teodore's ass, filling him up with his hot cum. "Aww, fuck yeah, Doc. I can feel my hot load all around my cock inside you." "I said not to do it inside!" "Consider it a parting gift. After I leave here, you're going to feel the slippery residue of my cum inside your hole for the rest of the day, and you'll think of me, and beg me to come back and fuck you again." Eros dressed himself started for the door, but just before he reached for the knob, he paused. "What the-" He turned around and his eyes widened with shock as he saw Teodore naked on his back upon the desk, shirt torn open and cum dripping out of his hole. "Michael?" Teodore questioned. "What the fuck is going on?!" Michael said as he backed against the wall. "Your alter, he revealed his presence to me." Teodore said as he got on his feet, and pulled out a handful of tissues from the tissue box to clean his cum-filled hole. "So you had sex with him- me?!" "I need you to calm down and let me explain." "Are you fucking kidding me?!" "Michael, this occurred because you've repressed your sexual desires. All those feelings, pent up and ignored for so long, it needed to come out some way, so it manifested itself into a different personality. These are your own desires, but you won't accept that. I explained this to you already." Michael shook his head in disbelief. "Stop it! That's not what I want! That's not me! You're supposed to help me!" "I am trying to help you Michael! Listen to me, your alter, Eros, I wanted to talk to him, and see if he could help me understand the roots of your feelings, but he only would talk to me if I agreed to have intercourse with him. Your wife was a terrible woman wasn't she? She was selfish, emotionless and took you for granted, but you refused to see that. When she left you, you blamed yourself. You felt like you didn't deserve to love or be loved again, but Jake was always there for you, and at some point you started to develop romantic feelings for him as you watched him become a man. The trauma of your failed marriage, and the shock of realising your feelings for your own son, you suppressed those feelings. You need to make peace with yourself, your divorce was over ten years ago, it's time to get over it." Michael contemplating Teodore's words. They made sense. "And... What of Jake?" "You know Jake desires you the same way you do. Explore with him." "Doc...?" "I personally see no harm in it. You're both adults. Just keep it low key. If you don't let yourself come to terms with these feelings, your alter will continue to make your life even more complicated." "...I should go..." Michael said as he left, and was greeted to the sickened and judgemental stares of the people in the waiting room. Oh god... Doctor's Orders Ch. 02 I put the tip of my cock at the entrance to her dripping cunt and pushed it all the way in. She was so well lubricated by her own juices that I slid into her without the least resistance. Her cunt was incredibly, wonderfully tight and within seconds I climaxed too. With both of us thrusting like mad, I felt my cum squirting deep inside her, mixing my juices with hers. Monique uttered a long wail of “Fuuccckkk meee!”, and then we both writhed silently together in an orgasmic frenzy. The rest of the afternoon was less wild, but the fucking was equally enjoyable. I lost count of the orgasms we each had. If someone had been watching us, he could have written a complete sex manual just describing what we did to each other, and the positions we fucked in. I saved my favourite position for last. As I entered her in the ‘doggy position’, I marveled again at her shapely ass, and I caressed those soft globes non-stop until I climaxed for the final time. This position is excellent for deep penetration, and I released my last load of cum deep within her magnificent body. I smiled to myself with wicked amusement. “My wife and I have both been fucked by doctors,” I thought. I don’t know what the ailment was, but I sure liked the cure! Monique and I were totally spent. For a while we just lay in each other’s arms and talked, caressing each other from time to time. I realized that I was infatuated with this sensitive, hauntingly beautiful woman. Outwardly she seemed so confident and assured, but in reality was shy and lonely. I felt very protective toward her and wanted to wrap her in a blanket and keep her safe. I asked when I could see her again. She looked at me sadly and put a finger to my lips. “Hush, mon cher,” she whispered, “do not ask for such a thing. Today has been wonderful. I think I could fall in love with you. But it ends here. There will not be another time for us.” I was devastated. My protests fell on deaf ears. It was getting late and I had to leave. Pleading to the last, I finally got her to agree to take my phone number. But she refused to promise to call me. My head was in a fog. For the next few days, I could think of nothing and nobody but Monique. Liz and others wondered if I was ill. All day long, every day, I wondered if she would ever call. The thought that I might never see her again filled me with despair. About a week after I had last seen Monique, my telephone rang. I picked it up and answered. There was a moment of silence on the line, and then I heard a very familiar voice. “Thees is your doctor calling, mon cher. I urgently need to make an appointment.” (To be continued) ***** The third and final chapter of this true-life drama will be available soon. The doctors and their patients will ride again! All the characters you have met in chapters 1 and 2 will come together in chapter 3 for a suitable climax to the story (the double entendres in that sentence are intentional!). As a bonus, at the end I will provide all the background to the story, and details of the individuals you have met. Your feedback is important and valuable. Please let me know what you think about chapters 1 and 2. Please! I need to hear from you. Doctor's Orders Ch. 03 This story is the third, and final, chapter of a trilogy. It is strongly recommended that you read 'Doctor's Orders' and 'Doctor's Orders, Chapter 2' before reading this story. I hope you enjoy the conclusion to a true-life series of events. * * * * * * My affair with Doctor Monique Davidson continued at a torrid pace. It appears that she was as infatuated with me as I was with her. Her husband, Doctor Myles Davidson, spent one day a week at a clinic in the city. This meant he was out of town from early morning to late evening, every Wednesday. And that was the time for Monique and I to be together. Our sex life was hot, sweaty, and energetic. Every week I reminded myself of my good fortune, that this gorgeous French woman, with the stunning looks of a movie star, was my lover, who welcomed me into her bed each week with such enthusiasm. Monique looked like Suzanne Pleshette in her prime. The fabulous sex we had enjoyed on the day we met was repeated every time we got together. Her lovemaking skills were incredible, and by the time I left her each week, I was physically and emotionally drained. The only black cloud was Monique's attitude toward her husband. Myles had raped her after making the house call on my wife, and she had never forgiven him for his brutal treatment. She vowed that she would never let him touch her again. In the meantime, my sex life with my wife Liz had not slackened one bit. We were fucking each other daily, in different rooms of the house, and in different positions. She had been turned on by Myles' house call, and how he had manipulated her body with his hands seemed to be a constant source of fantasy for her while we fucked. That had been an enormous annoyance to me when I first realized what she was thinking, but Monique's charms had erased any need for revenge on my part. The payback I was achieving was complete … I was fucking Myles' wife regularly, and I was doing it in his bed. But there was more to it than just revenge … I was truly in love with Monique while, at the same time, still deeply in love with Liz. My sex life with both of these beautiful, amazing women was so incredible that I began to wonder if I was endangering my health. After all, how many times a week is a man able to ejaculate, before he starts to do himself physical harm? I felt that I was probably going to find out! At the moment, I was averaging about 10 comes a week. I made a mental note to ask Monique next time I saw her. Even though I only saw her for a few hours once a week, she was responsible for about four of my weekly ejaculations. She was that awesome. My idyllic sex life would likely have gone on indefinitely, but for a fateful event. Everything suddenly changed, and it came about in the most unexpected way. Liz and I went to the county fair on the fourth of July. It was a hot, humid day, and Liz had dressed for the weather. She was wearing a pair of tight white shorts … that were both VERY tight and VERY short … and the top of a bikini swimsuit. The shorts displayed her curvy, round ass and shapely legs to good advantage. A wide-brimmed sun hat perched on top of her short blond hair. She had already developed a good suntan, so her skin was golden. She was simply stunning, and I saw her receive many leering glances from men, as well as envious glances from women. Liz hung on my arm as we walked around, taking in the sights, making me the proudest man at the fair. Smiling to each other over some joke or other, we rounded the corner of a hot-dog stand, and I walked smack into another beautiful woman, bumping her slightly. Beginning to offer an apology, I stopped in mid-sentence. Monique and I gaped at each other in wide-eyed surprise. There was a moment or two of stunned silence, and then I heard Liz squeal with excitement. "Doctor Davidson, what a wonderful surprise. How nice to see you again!" she cried enthusiastically. We were standing face to face with Myles and Monique. Liz stepped forward, took Myles by the hand, raised herself on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. I gave Monique the briefest wink, which caused her to smile slightly, and we both turned toward the other couple. I stuck out my hand and shook Myles' hand warmly. "It is nice to see you again," I repeated, "especially on such a beautiful day." "Good to see you both again," he stammered, obviously a bit shaken. "Allow me to introduce my wife, Monique." Monique and I shook hands very formally, saying "How do you do" while trying to keep our faces straight. There were a few minutes of small talk, mainly between Liz and Myles, while Monique and I gave each other short, sideways glances and smiles. I smelled the faint fragrance of lilacs. Myles was clearly relieved that our sudden meeting had gone without incident, and he and Liz were chatting cheerfully. Liz suddenly beamed and turned toward the three of us. "I have an idea," she announced cheerfully. "Why don't we spend the day at the fair together?" We all looked at each other, nodding wordlessly, and Liz clapped her hands in delight. "Wonderful," she exclaimed with a whoop. "This will be so much fun". With that, she slipped her arm around Myles' arm and began to lead him away. She turned back to where Monique and I were still standing and called over her shoulder. "I hope you don't mind if I borrow your handsome husband for a while, Monique. In return, you may borrow Alex for as long as you want. He's quite handsome too." Monique smiled and nodded her agreement to Liz, then slipped her arm around mine. "Well, my darling," she whispered quietly, "Isn't life full of surprises? Not only do I get to walk arm-in-arm with my lover, but I do so with the approval and encouragement of his wife. How perfect." And she gripped my arm tightly. Monique looked at the backs of the couple walking ahead. "You have been keeping secrets from me, lover." She teased. "You told me that Liz was beautiful, which she most certainly is, but you never mentioned that she is also so sexy." "No more sexy than you are, sweetie." Monique was equally stunning in a sleeveless white blouse and navy blue shorts. The shorts were not quite as daring as Liz's, but nevertheless eye-catching. And she was bra-less under the blouse, with the slightest hint of nipples showing through the thin material. "I suspect that this will turn out to be a very interesting day, lover," continued Monique. "Your Liz seems determined to seduce my husband, and that means I get to seduce you. I promise I will be gentle," she finished with a teasing, tinkling laugh. Walking with Alex, Monique kept her eyes Liz. My god, she's an appealing girl, thought Monique. She reminds me of Annette. Annette, the best, most wonderful friend she had ever had. She had not seen Annette since boarding school, many, many years ago. Annette had created special, wonderful feelings in Monique, feelings that she hadn't felt at any other time. At no other time until now! Monique was delighted beyond words that she had bumped into Alex today. She was also unexpectedly delighted that she had met Liz. An interesting day, she had said to Alex. Yes, interesting indeed. The four people flirted more and more openly as the day wore on. Myles was completely enamored with the youthful Liz, and began to return her hugs and kisses without regard to whether they were being watched by Alex and Monique. For her part, Monique took every opportunity to kiss and caress her lover, and gave Alex plenty of opportunity to caress her in return. I knew of Liz's fascination with Myles, so I had no doubt in my mind that Liz wanted to fuck Myles before the day was over. Strangely, it did not bother me … I knew that I would get the stunning Monique to open her legs for me, something that I would never tire of. I could sense Monique's joy at being with me in the open, with nothing to hide from our spouses. But I also detected Monique's interest in Liz, despite Liz being about 10 years younger than Monique. Finally, after Monique remarked yet again at how pretty Liz was, I had to ask. "Why the big interest in Liz, sweetie? You've been commenting on her all day." "I told you, she is beautiful and sexy," replied Monique quietly. "I think she is someone with whom I could be friends. Also, she reminds me of a friend I had many years ago." "OK, Honey, but I just have to ask. Are you bi?" "Bye?" asked Monique, a puzzled expression on her face. "Bisexual. A person who enjoys sex with men and women." I explained. "Ohhhh La La!!" cried Monique, faking false shock and modesty. "I have never heard of such a thing," giving a hearty laugh. "I'm serious, Monique. Are you bisexual?" "I think the more accurate word is 'bi-curious'. I have never fucked a woman". Monique knew that what she said was technically true. The youthful fumbling that had sent both her and Annette into girlish raptures was definitely not fucking. "Well, you know what they say," I responded. "'Curiosity killed the cat!'" "The cat, perhaps, lover," she smiled seductively, "but not the pussy!" I just shook my head and gave her a smile and an affectionate kiss. However, I realized that Monique had developed some ambitions as far as Liz was concerned. This day just keeps on getting weirder, I thought to myself. As if to make a point with Alex, Monique dropped his hand, walked over to where Liz was standing and put an affectionate arm around her waist. The older woman stroked Liz's bare waist gently, then took Liz's hand in her own. "I have taken your lovely husband away from you all day. Now I think I should spend time with you," purred Monique. "Let us walk together for a little while." She looked over her shoulder and blew the two watching men a kiss, and the women walked off, hand in hand. The men watched them in silence. The women made a stunning duo, with their tight, round asses swaying slightly as they walked. "They're quite a pair, aren't they?" asked Myles. "I've never seen two more attractive women in my life. We're a couple of very lucky guys." "Do you want to fuck my wife?" I asked bluntly, ignoring his comments. "Probably as much as you want to fuck mine," he responded without hesitation. "Why don't we let the women decide?" "Fair enough," he replied. "Come to our house for dinner tonight, and we'll let the universe unfold as it should." I nodded my agreement, and looked toward the two women, still walking hand in hand. They were whispering to each other like conspirators, giggling furiously every now and then. I wondered if they were having the same discussion that Myles and I had just had. We arranged to meet at the Davidson's house in an hour, and Liz and I drove home to shower and change. Liz was the most animated I had seen her in a long time. "Those two are fabulous," she bubbled enthusiastically. "He's a sexy hunk and Monique is really something else. I bet she has to beat men off with a stick. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever met." I agreed with everything she said, without making many comments in return. She was toweling herself dry after coming out of the shower, a vision of naked beauty that made my heart pound, when she spoke to me quietly. "Alex, I want to ask you something, and I don't want you to take it the wrong way," she began. OK, I shrugged. "Would you be mad if Myles tries to get me into bed?" She waited for me to explode. My reply was calm. "I wouldn't be mad Honey, because I know you're old enough and smart enough to handle that situation. But just for the record, what would YOU do if he tried to get you into bed? But before you answer, I want you to know that I'll support whatever decision you make." "Oh Alex, you're such a wonderful husband." She then went on to explain that she had been fantasizing about Myles since the doctor's house call, and now she felt she had to fuck him to get the fantasy out of her system. It was all stuff I had figured out for myself. I was neither surprised nor hurt by her admission. We agreed to enjoy the evening with the Davidson's, and just go with the flow. "I'm only worried about one thing," said Liz. "Myles and I might finish up in bed, but I can't imagine that Monique will go with you. She seems like too much of a lady to fuck a man she has just met, even a great-looking guy like you." I told her not to worry about me, and to just go ahead and scratch her own itch. I didn't tell her that Monique had invited me into her bed within an hour of us first meeting, and that we had fucked like rabbits for the rest of the afternoon. That would always remain a secret between Monique and I. "Whatever happens," were Liz's last word on the subject, "I want us all to stay in the same room, so that nothing can get out of hand." We arrived at the Davidson's home on time. Both women had changed into light summer dresses and were stunning. Dinner was pleasant, the wine flowed, and the atmosphere was charged with sexuality. I wondered who would make the first move. After dinner, Monique put on some slow-dancing music, and we swayed slowly together, me with Monique, Liz with Myles. I could see that Myles was letting his hands roam freely over my wife's body, and she was enjoying his touch. Liz lifted her head off Myles' shoulder and called over to Monique. "Monique, is the husband swap we arranged this afternoon still in effect?" Monique looked into my eyes and held my gaze as she responded to the question. "Of course it is, cherie," she said quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear. "And it will stay in effect until I have had your husband's cock inside me." I felt my cock twitch at these words, spoken so determinedly. Liz and Myles gaped at Monique is if they couldn't believe their ears. Then Liz broke into a broad grin. "Excellent!" she replied enthusiastically, then clamped her mouth onto Myles' mouth and pushed her tongue in as deeply as possible. Myles immediately put his hand under the hem of her short dress and ran it up her thigh. Liz spread her legs apart, giving him easy access to her crotch, her panties already damp with desire. Monique gave me a hard kiss on the mouth and said, "It looks like the party has begun, darling." She pulled her dress over her head in one easy motion and tossed it aside, leaving her standing in the middle of the room in nothing but very small panties. Although I had seen her like this on many occasions, her beauty never failed to take my breath away. I tore off my own clothes as quickly as possible, as Monique slid her panties down over her hips, and stepped out of them. She sank to the floor, holding out a hand for me to join her. My cock was standing stiff and erect as I dropped to the floor beside her. I glanced quickly over at the other couple, not six feet away. Myles already had Liz stripped and spread out on the soft carpet. Her eyes were closed, and she had an expression of pure bliss on her face. As I watched, her back arched slightly as Myles fastened his mouth on one of her nipples. I turned my attention back to Monique, who had closed her eyes, and opened her legs wide. I let my mouth trace a path down her well-toned body, and reached the thick tuft of jet-black hair at her mound. As always, she smelled wonderfully of soap and lilacs. I parted the lips of her pussy with the fingers of my left hand, and took her erect clit into my mouth, sucking hard. She gasped aloud, pushed her hips upward, and used both hands to pull my face harder against her pussy. I fastened my mouth over her entire pussy, tasting the pleasant muskiness that was peculiarly Monique. I slipped two fingers of my right hand into her moist cunt, and she groaned again. Her hips thrust back, faster and faster, keeping time with my thrusting fingers, and an orgasm quickly broke over her like ocean waves. As her thrusts slowed down, I traced my mouth on a reverse course back up the length of her body, until I was lying fully on top of her. "Put your cock in me, darling," she hissed and I guided my cock to the entrance of her cunt. As soon as she felt the tip of my cock against her, she pushed her hips up hard, and my cock slid easily into her moist warmth. The muscles of her cunt gripped my cock hard and after only a few deep pushes I exploded into her, my hot cum squirting into her body. As Monique and I paused to catch our breaths, we looked at the other couple. Myles had Liz's legs over his shoulders, tilting her hips and ass upward, well off the floor. I could clearly see his thick shaft, glistening with moisture, as he drove it repeatedly into her willing cunt. Both were grunting rhythmically at the sheer brute force of his thrusts. The expression on my face's face was one of sheer ecstasy. Monique gazed in fascination at the expression of rapture on the beautiful young blond, and she felt her own cunt muscles twitch in arousal. She thought again of Annette. Monique put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me gently onto my back. She pushed my knees apart, then knelt between my spread legs. She took my cock in one hand, pushing her hair back from her face with the other. She looked briefly at Liz. Myles' head was buried between her thighs, his mouth working furiously. Monique's cunt twitched again. She looked at me and smiled. "Time for you to take a rest, darling, and let me do the work for a while." She lowered her head and I saw her lips open as she drew my cock into the wet softness of her mouth. For several minutes, she licked and sucked and stroked my sagging cock until it finally regained its stiffness. Satisfied with her work, she slipped her mouth off my cock and swung her hips over my body. With a contented sigh, she lowered herself slowly onto my shaft, impaling herself on me, until my cock was completely buried inside her cunt. As I stroked her incredibly smooth thighs, and rubbed my thumb on her exposed clit, she began to ride me, her body rising and falling. She threw her head back and closed her eyes in joy, her hands tugging at her nipples until they were as stiff as bullets. Her stamina was awesome, as she continued to ride me as the minutes ticked by. I felt her cunt tighten repeatedly as she experienced an ongoing series of minor orgasms. I could feel my own orgasm build up, and I slipped my hands under her ass, cupping her beautiful cheeks, and helping her to rise and fall faster. She felt me coming and pushed her hips down hard, grinding and twisting herself onto me, gasping with pleasure as another load of my cum sprayed the walls of her cunt. Myles and Liz were lying on their sides in a comfortable 69 position, their legs wide open, each of their heads busy in the crotch of the other. "That looks like fun," whispered Monique, and she turned herself around so that she was facing my feet. I was still lying on my back. She leaned forward to take my cock into her mouth once more, and pushed her lower body back to wards my face. Her gorgeous ass, her dripping cunt, and her tight dimple of a butt-hole were right in front of my face. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back the final few inches, so that all of her was within reach of my mouth. My mouth went to work on her dripping cunt, letting me taste the mixture of her juices as well as my own. I ran my tongue up between her cheeks, and I pushed it against the tight little hole. I felt her body tremble, and she sucked furiously on my cock. We stayed that way for a long time, my tongue working on her two most intimate places, while she trembled through several more orgasms. Finally, I came again too, and she swallowed my cum without losing a drop. The sight and sounds of other lovers in the same room gave everyone added sexual stimulation. They found the energy to keep going when otherwise they would have had to stop. So Monique was not surprised when she felt Alex's strong hands moving her body into a new position. She knew from experience what he wanted and quickly positioned herself on her knees, legs wide apart, her head and shoulders resting on the carpet. The doggy position was his favourite, and he had made it hers too. She sighed with contentment as she felt Alex enter her, penetrating her deeply, and began to move her hips in time with his thrusts. They would both be a long time in coming, but she felt his soft hands caress her buttocks lovingly, as his hardness slid in and out of her moist cunt. He felt wonderful. Doctor's Orders Ch. 03 Rachel awoke the next morning with her son's dick already burning a hole in her mind. She couldn't seem to think about anything else, like she was a woman possessed. Her hand was already in her pussy, madly frigging herself. She thought that her hand was probably there all night while she slept. Rachel could still taste her son's cum in her mouth and she new that it was wrong but she just had to get more cum in her mouth as soon as she could. She got up and made her way to her son's room, wondering if he was awake yet. She didn't even notice that she was still naked, her tits hanging out freely and her pussy leaking her cum all down her leg as she walked, all she knew was that she had to play with Bobby's huge cock some more. She made her way into the room without even knocking first and was a little disappointed to find that her son was still asleep in his bed. Oh well, she though, I'll just give him a kiss and madly finger myself while I wait for him to wake up. She made her way over to his bed and leaned over to give him a kiss on his forehead. As she did so, however, she noticed that there was already a huge tent in his blankets made by his already erect cock. She stood back up and her hand had already resumed playing with her pussy. She used her other hand to remove the blanket that was blocking her view of his penis, and his cock came into sight. She looked up at his face but he was still asleep. Oh God, she thought, so fucking big, I just want to straddle him right now and fuck his brains out. Oh, if only I could do that without waking him, then he wouldn't know that his own mother had come in here and fucked him silly. As she came out of her thoughts she noticed that her other hand was already stroking her son's cock. Pre-cum was leaking out of his cockhead and all over her hand. She stopped frigging herself with her other hand and used it to poke her son in his head. He didn't stir and she smiled. Throwing all caution to the wind she leaned into his cock and enveloped it with her mouth. She couldn't take all of it in due to it's shear size, but she took in as much as she could and jerked the bottom half of his cock with both her hands. Bobby started to stir and she pulled back, taking both her mouth and her hands off of his beautiful cock. He hadn't yet opened his eyes. He was thinking, Wow what a wonderful dream, my incredibly hot mom jerked me off in the bathroom and let me cum all over her face chest and pussy. Too bad it was just a dream though. He opened his eyes then and looked up. His mom was still sitting there, and she was naked as the day she was born, he looked from her magnificent boobs to her sopping wet pussy. Damn, he thought, my mom must be one horny woman to be in here already. "Hi sweetie," Rachel said to Bobby. "Have a good sleep?" She really wanted to start sucking his dick again, but she felt too weird about it because this was her son and all. Sure she had just been sucking him off, but with him being awake it seemed different somehow. "It was alright mom," Bobby replied, "but what are you doing in here so early? And why are you naked, you know it's not right to show your, um, stuff to me like this." "Oh," she looked down at herself as if noticing for the first time her nudity, "Well, the doctor had said that I should take care of your pressure in the morning, and I didn't want to get any of your delicious semen on any of my clothes." Bobby nearly passed out when she called his cum "delicious." Oh my God, he thought, she must really like the taste of cum! I never knew that my mom could be such a slut. "So honey," Rachel said, "I see that you could use my help. Ready for your mommy's hand?" Bobby, a little too dumbfounded to speak, could just nod. His mom then put her hands back on his cock and started feeling it up and down. She could feel her warm saliva on him and pre-cum started to mingle with it, which made her even hornier. Her pussy was now so hot and bothered that she was leaving a stain on her sons bed. In a daze she took her other hand and started fondling her right tit, paying extra attention to her nipple. She always liked it when people played with her tits, sometimes she could cum just from that. Bobby watched as she played with her big boob. He could feel the cum rising in his balls and knew that any second he was going to cum. However right before he shot the phone rang. The noise really surprised them both and Rachel took her hands away from her tit and her son's cock, she then reached over to Bobby's bed side table and picked up his phone. "Hello," Rachel said into the receiver. She listened intently for a minute while Bobby looked her up and down. He could see that her shaved pussy was now wet with her juices making him even harder than before if that were possible. He really just wanted to reach over and start finger fucking her, and he almost did the only thing holding him back was the thought that this was his mom, not his own personal fuck toy. Finally Rachel hang up the phone and turned back to Bobby. "That was Dr. White, she said that something odd came up in the test of your semen and that she would stop by around noon in order to further examine your cock, um, I mean, your penis." She smiled, "So then, about time for us to get back to work." With that she reached over and started stroking him again. Not waiting long before she put her hand back on her tit. Although Bobby was interrupted and not able to cum before, it didn't take him long until he felt his balls start to boil with his hot semen and he knew he was about to cum. He breathed heavily in through his nose and noticed for the first time just how heavily the smell of his mother's cunt hung in the room. That made him lose control, he yelled to his mom that he was cumming and his cock began to unleash his monster load of cum. The first rope rocketed straight into the air and came down all over his chest, Rachel's hand and arm and the bed. His mom watching this started to twist her nipple so hard she was surprised she didn't start bleeding. Another torrent of her son's semen came gushing out of his cock and all over them and the bed. She noticed just how much come was getting on the bed and said, "Now Bobby you don't want to stain your sheets" and with that justified in her own mind dropping her head back to his cock and shoving her mouth over his cock and swallowing the next blast of her son's hot cum. Bobby was in shock, if he wasn't already cumming so fucking hard he probably would have passed out from the sight before him. His mom had just stuck her mouth on his cock and was swallowing a huge load of his cum. He had never received a blow job before (to his knowledge) and having a big breasted hotty like his mom suddenly sucking all his cum from his dick was nearly too much for him. If he hadn't already been coming he would surely have blown his load. He watched as his hot mom tried to swallow all the cum bursting from his pecker, however it seemed to be too much for her and her she had to take her mouth off of his cock in order to swallow her mouthful of his semen. When she did that another blast of cum came bursting from his cockhead and hit her dead center on her face. She shut her eyes just in time before it ran all over her eyelids and brows and down her cheeks and mouth. His next few shots hit her in the face and Bobby, regaining some mental control of what was happening, grabbed his cock and shot the rest of his load all over her tits. By the end of it Rachel was a complete mess. She took her hands and started to wipe the cum from her face and shove it into her mouth in complete view of Bobby. She no longer cared if he watched or not, in fact she was starting to get even wetter at the thought of her son watching her eating his cum right in front of him. She hadn't cum yet and had half a mind to start fucking herself with reckless abandon but a little voice in the back of the head was saying that things had already gone a bit too far and that she should try to restrain herself at least a little bit. Bobby, however, really just wanted to get out of that room. He thought that his mom eating his cum was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen, but it just seemed so wrong that he had to leave. He got up and ran to the bathroom, not even saying something to his mom. He started the shower and got in. Rachel could hear Bobby getting up and going to take a shower, though she couldn't see it because there was cum in her eyes. She wiped her face as well as she could, covering her hand in her son's love juice and then proceeding to eat down his semen in huge gulps. She was more turned on then she'd ever been in her life, her pussy was now on fire. The smell of Bobby's and her cum was filled the scent of the room. She lay down on Bobby's bed, spreading out in the cum that she didn't manage to get into her mouth or on her face, and she spread her legs wide and started to finger fuck herself. And had a massive orgasm all the while thinking how it would feel for Bobby to fuck her brains out. A half an hour later they were both sitting at the kitchen table, Bobby smelling and feeling fresh from the shower he had moments earlier. Rachel, however still smelled of their respective love juices and even had a bit of her son's cum still stuck in her hair. They both wore robes, Bobby's was a light blue while Rachel's was purple. Bobby was trying not to notice his mom's smell or that she was looking at him like a bitch in heat. He just wanted to feel normal, and it wasn't normal to be thinking about your mom in any sexual way in Bobby's opinion. Rachel, however, was looking her son up and down, she wanted nothing more at that moment than to straddle him and start fucking his cock. In the back of her brain she seemed to realize that this was wrong for a mother to think this way about her son, but she just didn't care. Her eyes seemed to be stuck on him and almost subconsciously she reached her hand into her robe and started lightly squeezing her nipple. Bobby noticed right away, "Mom! What are you doing?" Rachel seemed to come out of the trance she was in she took her hand away from her breast. "I'm sorry honey. I don't know what came over me." She looked back at him, and realized just how freaked out he looked for the first time. Well, she thought, obviously, he's always been really shy about these things, and his mother sucking him off must really be confusing to him. " Bobby, I think we should talk about what just happened." Bobby looked at her in absolute shock, the last thing he wanted to do was talk to his mom about her giving him a blow job just a little while earlier, especially while she stilled smelled and looked like someone who had just been fucked. But he knew that talking about it would be best, although he didn't like to admit it. He looked down at his lap as to avoid her gaze, "A-a-alright mom, whatever y-you think is best." She smiled, "I know that you must be at least a little weirded out over what just happened, I mean it's not everyday that a mother gives her son a blow job. But we have been put in a bit of an abnormal situation." Bobby looked back up at her he was starting to feel calmer, "I know mom, I didn't mean to be so upset, but it just feels so weird that you have to help me in this way. Not to say that I mind, I mean I think that, um, that you're, um..." "What is it Bobby?" "I think that your really hot!" He blerted it out so quickly that at first it sounded like one big word. Rachel was taken aback, she knew that she was pretty attractive for her age, but didn't think that someone as young as her son would be interested in her body. Bobby continued, "But I don't think that it's right to be receiving, um, this kind of simulation from my mother." Rachel smiled at him again, "Bobby, do you mind if I'm a little frank." Bobby shook his head. Rachel sighed deeply before she continued, "I know that it's strange that I have to give you hand jobs, but the doctor said that it's necessary, and I'm trying to be professional about it, but you do have the biggest cock, erm, penis that I've ever seen. And I know it's a little wrong but I really enjoy playing with it. I could jerk you off all day." "MOM!" Bobby was started to get an erection from his mom's honesty and had to put his hands in front of his crotch in order to hold it back from escaping from his robe. She smiled again, "Like I said I know it's weird, but the way I see it, as long as I have to do it I may as well enjoy it." She noticed that Bobby was sitting very strangely and she could guess why. "Well, since we've gotten that out of the way, maybe we should get this out of the way too." She knelt down in front of him and gently removed his hands from his crotch, causing his large hard on to jump into view. She smiled up at him. "Do you want mommy to help you with your problem again this morning." Bobby didn't know whether to freak out and run, or give into his lust and rape his mom right there. Instead he did neither and simply nodded. Rachel upon seeing her son's conformation opened her mouth wide and swallows his cock down. She deep throated like a pro and she knew it. Bobby himself was absolutely dumbstruck with pleasure and his hands reached forward completely of their own free will and he grabbed onto her hair and started to face fuck her with a force he never realized he could generate. His mom was thoroughly enjoy just how dominant her son had become in a few seconds, but this fucking of her mouth was starting to hurt her jaw quite a bit. She reached her hands up and had him stop he started to apologize, but she just shook her head and started licking up and down his shaft. Finally coming down to his balls, she sucked one into her mouth and with her hand reached up and started stroking him. It didn't take long before Bobby started to cum with her like that, even though he had just cum a half hour before, he still had a huge load. When he came his mom took her robe off and allowed him to cum on her like he did yesterday, the first shot hit her right in the face, covering her nose and mouth. She darted her tongue out and licked the juice off of her lips. He grabbed his dick and aimed downward, causing the next shot to hit her left tit then he shot on her right one. Next he aimed even further downward and covered her pussy in his juices. For some reason he really liked giving her cream pies and wanted to do that as much as possible. Then she leaned forward and sucked the rest of his semen into her awaiting mouth and once again she started licking it off her own face like a child trying to lick spilt ice cream off of them. She looked up at him and with a childlike smile on her face, she thanked him. Then, still naked she got up, and went to take a shower. Bobby was ecstatic, no longer did he care that this buxom beauty was his mother, he was determined to fuck her if it was last thing he ever did. To be continued... Doctor's Orders Ch. 03 After about two hours of frantic sex, everyone was in a state of near exhaustion. Liz was lying on her back on the carpet, apparently asleep. Myles was lying beside her, face down, an arm draped over Liz's stomach. I was lying on my back on the sofa, half-asleep, with Monique lying beside me, her head resting on my chest. Of the four lovers, she was the only one wide-awake. She was awake, and thinking. She looked at her husband Myles. She had once loved that man, now she despised him. She had told Alex, her wonderful Alex, about the time Myles had raped her. But she had not told Alex the whole story. She had not told him about the second rape, of how Myles had pulled her forcefully to the side of the bed after raping her vaginally, bent her over the bed and raped her again anally. Of how he had twisted her arms behind her back to hold her body in place, of how he had driven painfully into her without lubrication, of how she had begged and pleaded with him, of how her cries of pain had only made him thrust harder. After his lust was spent, Myles had gone back to work, leaving Monique lying half-naked on the bedroom floor, sobbing uncontrollably, her brutalized body oozing cum from two places. She would never tell Alex about that. It was too humiliating for her. She looked at Myles with narrow eyes. Now she hated him, she would never forgive him, and she would never, ever, let him touch her again. Monique turned her mind to more pleasant thoughts, and stroked Alex's chest softly. She adored this wonderful man and would do anything for him. Strangely, although she knew that he loved her ass, touching it and stroking and kissing it at every opportunity, he had never fucked her there, had never even tried. Although we have fucked in every other position known to humans, she thought to herself, smiling. The probing of his tongue between her cheeks a short while ago had been the closest he had ever come to entering her ass. She had enjoyed that very much, and if he ever wanted to fuck her there, she would help him, making it good for him. He had come into her life at a time when she was in complete despair. Her knight in shining armor, and he had rescued her. She loved him more than even he could imagine. She would love him always. Monique's gaze finally fell on the youthful body of Liz. She was so pretty, and looked lovely as she slept. Watching her expression as she had been fucked tonight had turned Monique on, even though it had been the pig Myles who was doing it. Once again, Monique felt those strange stirrings deep in her belly. Liz reminded her of Annette, and Monique had loved Annette in a hopeless, schoolgirl fashion. Their secret hugs and kisses and caresses had been exhilarating. If the nuns who ran the school had discovered them, the girls would have been beaten senseless. But they were not discovered, and the entire term was full of wonderful memories. Annette had moved away that summer, to a distant part of France, and they never saw each other again. Now here was Liz, the beautiful young Liz, lying naked before her, her blond pubic hair looking so tempting. Alex had told Monique many times that her pussy tasted of lilacs. She wondered what Liz's pussy would taste like. Monique's heart hammered in her chest. She was shocked at herself, shocked that such a thought could have entered her head. Did she really want to make love to Liz? She shocked herself further when she realized that the thought of sex with Liz was exciting her. There could be no doubt about it. She was sexually attracted to the younger woman. It had been a strange, wildly uninhibited evening. Such evenings made people do strange, uninhibited things. Monique stood up and walked over to the stereo. She restarted the music. "This party has become too quiet," she announced loudly, to no one in particular. I looked up from the sofa to see my beautiful Monique standing in the middle of the room, her legs apart, and her hands on her hips. Myles stirred briefly too, and Liz rolled onto one elbow, gazing up at Monique. "Dance with me cherie," said Monique to Liz. "I think those husbands of ours have no strength left, so we shall have to dance by ourselves." Monique walked over and helped Liz to her feet. A 1970's crooner was droning out some sappy love song on the stereo. Liz wrapped her arms around Monique's neck, and Monique placed both her hands on Liz's hips. Resting their foreheads together, they started to drift very slowly along to the music. Their feet were barely moving, as both women's bodies swayed gently. The sight of the two beautiful women, dancing naked together, aroused the interest of the watching men. In fact, it aroused their cocks as well. At the beginning of the dance, I had noticed that was a gap of a few inches between the women's bodies, but as they danced, the gap became narrower and narrower, until it vanished completely. The women were now pressing themselves against each other. Also, they were no longer touching foreheads, but were now cheek-to-cheek, Monique's lips very close to Liz's mouth. Both men had hands in their groins, stroking stiffening cocks. It was the most erotic sight either had ever seen. The women were oblivious to everything, and everyone, except each other. Monique's hands had slipped lower off Liz's hips, and were now firmly gripping the younger woman's ass, holding Liz firmly against her own body. Liz had untangled her arms from around Monique's neck, and was resting her hands lightly on Monique's upper chest, brushing against her breasts. The women's nipples were dark and erect. Their hips pressed harder against each other, their pubic hair mingling. The crooner ended his song, but the women kept swaying together in silence. After what seemed like a minute, Monique pulled her head back and looked over at the men, who were openly masturbating. "It looks like we shall have one more duty to perform cherie," she whispered to Liz. "Our husbands have enjoyed our dance, but not nearly as much as I have." "One more dance, please Monique?" asked Liz, her voice barely audible, her eyes still closed. She was clearly sexually aroused. "We shall have many more dances together, my lovely young friend, but not tonight." "Promise?" whispered Liz. "I promise, cherie." Then Monique put her hand under Liz's chin, tilted her head back slightly, leaned her own head forward, and kissed Liz on the lips. It was a kiss of tenderness, not passion. The women held their kiss for one … two … three … four … five seconds, then they pulled away, both breathing heavily. "Now, cherie, let's us take care of our husbands," said Monique quietly as she walked towards me sitting on the sofa, holding Liz's hand for as long as possible. She pushed my knees apart and knelt between my wide-open legs. Monique removed my hand from my stiff cock and replaced it with her own. Her eyes were dark and smoldering as she gazed up at me. "Darling," she said to me, her voice quiet, "I like Liz." She gave the head of my cock a brief lick, causing it to jerk slightly. "I like her very much. I think I now know the answer to the question you asked me today." I threw my head back in ecstasy as I felt my cock engulfed by the wonderful, soft, warmth of Monique's mouth. * * * * This has been a true story. The incidents described in the story actually happened. The four characters are real, but the names have been changed to protect the guilty! The husband-swapping incident happened only once, after too much wine and other stimulants. I still see Monique, but not as often as before. The sex is still good when we get together. Monique has now left Myles and filed for divorce. She has started up her own medical practice and is doing great. Myles left town, and took a permanent job at the clinic in the city. Monique and Liz have become close friends, and see each other regularly for 'coffee and girl talk!' I am not invited. I can always tell when Monique has visited Liz. The house retains a faint fragrance of lilacs. Please let me know if you have enjoyed this story. Your feedback will help me decide if I should write some more. Doctor's Orders Ch. 04 The story so far: Monique Davidson is a French-born family doctor in a mid-western U.S. city. She has been having a love affair with Alex Hughes. After a chance meeting at a county fair, Monique and her husband Myles had dinner with Alex and his wife Liz. The dinner party turned into a husband-swapping party and several hours of uninhibited sex followed. At the end of the evening, Monique and Liz had a long, sensual dance together while still naked. The dance had aroused bisexual feelings in the two women that were a surprise to the young Liz, and a re-awakening for the French brunette. * Liz tried to go on with her life as normally as possible, but she was in a state of emotional turmoil. The attractive, slender blonde couldn't get the events of Saturday evening out of her mind. The evening of wild sex with Myles Davidson, another woman's husband, had given her numerous orgasms and the occasion would have been unforgettable to most women. For two hours she had fucked on the living-room floor, while her own husband, and Myles' beautiful wife Monique, had been doing the same thing not six feet away in the same room. It had been a night to remember for all of them. But it was not the sex with Myles that occupied her mind now. She could think of nothing but the dance with Monique, the alluring tall brunette with the sexy French accent that she had met for the first time earlier that day. At the end of the evening of fucking, when they should have been drained of sexual energy, the older, beautiful woman had taken Liz into her embrace and they'd had the most incredible dance. They had been naked, and Monique had held Liz tight against her body, her hands pressing into Liz's ass, as they moved sensually to the slow music in the background. The feeling of the soft feminine belly and breasts pressed against her, their erect nipples brushing lightly, and the feeling of her pubic hair mingling with Monique's, had aroused Liz enormously. When Monique had given her a long, lingering kiss at the end of the dance, she had thought she was going to swoon. For the first time ever, Liz had wanted another woman to grope her between the legs. She was silently willing Monique to move one of her hands around to her pussy, and touch her where she ached to be touched. The petite blonde had been ready, even eager, for Monique to possess her, and would have let the brunette do anything she wanted. And Liz had been ready to do anything to Monique in return. Liz was a happily married woman, who'd enjoyed a normal, active sex life with her husband of several years. Now, out of the blue, she found herself sexually attracted to another woman, something she would not have believed possible. Was it a fluke, brought about by the sexually-charged atmosphere of the evening? Had Monique been merely teasing her with the dance and the kiss? Or was Monique genuinely attracted to Liz, and the sensual dance had been her way of letting Liz know of her interest? As Liz sat at home recalling what had happened between her and Monique, she felt her heart beat faster and her pussy grow moist. Whatever Monique was thinking, there was no doubt in Liz's mind about her own arousal. What Liz did not know was that she had reminded Monique of a long-lost friend. When Monique had been in boarding school in France at the age of 18, she had developed a schoolgirl's crush on another 18 year-old blond girl named Annette. Annette had loved her in return, and they'd shared many breathless moments together, whenever they had been able to get some privacy in the all-female school. It had been the first real love for both young women, and their encounters had been thrilling beyond description as they kissed and caressed each other passionately, while fully clothed, in the quietness of their dormitory. Their lovemaking had been intense, but it never went beyond kisses and caresses. Nevertheless, when Monique had put a hand under Annette's short plaid kilt and stroked her panty-covered pussy, or when Monique had felt Annette's hand doing the same to her, the young women had experienced intense orgasms that left them exhausted, and with panties so wet they needed to be changed. Monique and Annette were obsessed with each other, and giving each other orgasms had become routine. They had been deliriously happy, and had begun to plan for a way to have real sex, where they could be in bed completely naked and could explore each other's body in slow comfort. Finding that degree of privacy was a difficult thing to achieve in a boarding school environment. Their blissful happiness had come to an abrupt end when Annette was removed from the school without warning. Her parents arrived at the school in a car, and Annette was taken away in tears. She hadn't had time to even say goodbye to Monique. Afterwards, Monique concluded that the nuns who ran the school had grown suspicious of the friendship between the girls and informed Annette's parents of their suspicions. She had never seen Annette again, and she had never had any attraction toward another woman since that time. Monique had not thought much about Annette in recent years, after she moved to the USA. She got married to Myles and they had each begun their practices as family physicians. Her marriage eventually went sour, and she had begun a torrid love affair with Alex Hughes, the husband of one of Myles' patients. Then there had been the chance meeting of the two couples at the county fair, followed by the evening of husband swapping, where Monique and Liz had fucked each other's husband for hours. That evening was not too memorable for Monique, as she had been fucking Alex for weeks prior to that. Doctors were not supposed to fuck patients, or patient's husbands, but Monique was long past caring about that. What had been most memorable for Monique was that she had met Liz for the first time. And Liz was a dead-ringer for the schoolgirl Annette. When Monique first saw Liz she was stunned at the resemblance to Annette; the same blond hair, the same slender curvy body, the same angelic face, the same bubbly personality. And, to Monique's surprise, she felt the same emotions toward Liz as she had felt toward Annette. Even as she was fucking Alex that Saturday evening, she had been glancing over at Liz and wondering what it would be like to be fucking her instead, fucking her as she had dreamed of fucking Annette all those years ago. When the two men had finally fucked themselves to exhaustion that evening, Monique saw her chance to experience the sensation of holding a naked Annette close to her own naked body, something she had dreamed of doing years earlier. The dance had been wonderful as she pulled Liz as close as possible, and ran her hands over the blonde's delightfully smooth ass. She surprised herself at how sexually aroused she had become as she had felt a strong desire to pull Liz down onto the floor, spread her legs and fuck her. The watching husbands would probably have enjoyed that action. But she didn't have the courage to take things that far. She was thrilled when she realized that Liz was responding to her caresses, pushing herself against Monique as they danced. The long, gentle kiss at the end of the dance had obviously moved Liz deeply. Later that evening, after Alex and Liz had left, Monique had lain naked in bed, no longer thinking of Annette, but thinking instead of Liz, and excited by the possibility that, one day, she and the pretty young blonde might fuck each other. She had fucked Alex, and now she was looking forward to fucking his wife. It was an exciting prospect. As she lay in the darkness of her bedroom, her hands crept down her body and her fingers gently combed through her dark pubic hair. She remembered the pleasant sensation when the hair had mingled with Liz's blonde pubic hair just a short while earlier. When her fingers touched her clitoris, a familiar twitch of pleasure surged through her loins. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs wider. She wondered if she would ever be spreading her legs for Liz. Monique imagined Liz's blond head moving in between her wide open thighs, the lovely mouth moving closer and closer to her wet pussy. Both hands moved faster as Monique's fantasy rolled on, caressing the soft folds of skin where her legs joined. Two fingers stroked in and out of her wet hole while another finger rubbed the swollen clit. Her orgasm came, and her mind was filled with erotic images of a naked young blond. Liz was totally oblivious to what Monique was thinking, or about the look-alike girl in France from years earlier. All that she knew was that Monique has aroused in her emotions that she didn't know existed, emotions and sensations that she would like to experience again. As the days went by, Liz found herself thinking about little else. She was slightly disturbed, but also aroused, when she realized that she was thinking of Monique as a sex partner, not merely a friend. She found herself wondering what it would feel like to have her pussy licked by a woman. Or what it would be like for her to pleasure a woman in the same manner. But not just any woman, nor just any pussy; she was only thinking of Monique. She needed to know if the lovely French doctor felt the same way about her. There was only one way to find out. Liz went to her computer and did a telephone directory search. She found what she was looking for and, with her heart pounding, she made a telephone call. She arranged an appointment for late the following afternoon with Dr. Monique Davidson. * Next day, Liz prepared carefully for her appointment with Monique. After a long soak in the tub, she selected simple, yet attractive clothes. She chose a pale yellow sun dress with a light blue jacket, and yellow sandals to match the dress. Underneath the dress she wore only a simple white thong. Her firm breasts didn't need a bra. Before leaving her house she checked herself in a tall mirror, and was pleased with what she saw. She hoped that Monique would be pleased to. She drove to the doctor's office and checked in with the receptionist. She had intentionally asked for an appointment late in the day, and was happy to learn that she would be the doctor's last patient of the day. She took a seat in the waiting room and waited. Within a few minutes the receptionist showed her into a consulting room and closed the door. Liz looked around the room. It was very pleasant by normal standards, with a desk, two chairs, an examining table, and a sofa. Liz sat down and waited nervously. She hoped that she hadn't made a serious mistake by misreading Monique's intentions when they had last seen each other. There was a slight knock on the door, it opened, and in walked Doctor Monique, tall and beautiful, just as Liz had remembered. She was elegantly dressed, with a white doctor's smock over her sky-blue blouse and navy skirt. Her long brunette hair was pinned up on top of hear head. When she saw Liz her eyes opened wide and she smiled with delight. "Why, Liz, what a wonderful surprise. How wonderful it is to see you again." Liz smiled with relief and stood up to greet the doctor, who placed her hands on Liz's shoulders and kissed her lightly on both cheeks, in the continental manner. Monique closed the door and gestured back at the chair. "Have a seat, cherie, and give me one minute." She sat down in the other chair and flicked a button on an intercom and called her receptionist. "Barbara, Mrs. Hughes and I are old friends, so we'll be chatting here for a while. You might as well go home for the day. Lock the door as you leave, and I'll let us out when we're finished." "Fine, Doctor," came Barbara's metallic voice over the intercom. "I'll see you tomorrow. Good night." "Good night, Barbara," replied Monique, and flipped off the intercom. She leaned back in her chair and smiled at Liz again. "Now we are alone, and we have plenty of time. I'm really pleased to see you. I've been thinking about you a lot since, well, since that wonderful evening we spent together." "I've been thinking about you too, Monique. In fact, I've been thinking about hardly anything else. I wanted to see you again so we could talk." Liz didn't want to be too obvious as, so far, Monique had displayed nothing more than friendship. "Of course, let's talk. We have all the time in the world." Monique reached up to the top of her head and unpinned her gleaming brunette hair, which immediately cascaded down gloriously to her shoulders. "Ah, that's better," she sighed, shaking her head slightly to loosen up the long tresses. "I can relax better with my hair like this." She looked devastatingly beautiful, and Liz felt her heart beat faster looking at the sexy woman, who had just become even sexier. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met." She was beginning to feel like a teenage girl in the presence of a movie star. "I want to ask you about last Saturday," she began. "When we were dancing, then when you kissed me, I felt things that I've never felt before. And I thought things that I've never thought before." "Yes, cherie, I think I know what you mean. I was having exciting thoughts when I was holding you too. You made me forget that I'm a married woman. I've never wanted to be with a woman before, and now I can hardly think of anything else but you." Liz was relieved to hear her say that. "I was thinking things about you and me that surprised me. I didn't want the dance, or the kiss, to end. And now I'm hoping that we could so something like that again sometime. Does that shock you? Is it wrong for me to want you to kiss me again?" Monique gave Liz a long, penetrating look then wordlessly stood up. She took off her white smock and walked to the door and hung it on a hook. Removing the smock gave Liz a chance to have a good look at Monique's body. Her tight skirt revealed a narrow waist, shapely hips and a beautifully curved ass. Liz felt her gaze drop to Monique's legs. She could hardly believe she was looking at another woman in such a manner, and feeling such arousal. Monique walked back and stood beside the seated blond. "Stand up, cherie," she ordered. Liz stood up and the women faced each other only inches apart. "You are not wrong in any of those things. Let me give you the kiss that you want, and that I want too." She cupped Liz's face in her hands and kissed her firmly on the mouth. Monique's tongue brushed against the blond's lips, and Liz opened her mouth and sucked it in. The women wrapped their arms around each other, pulling their bodies close and kissed hard, their tongues pushing and probing inside the other's mouth. After a minute or so, Liz pulled her mouth away and looked into Monique's eyes. She was breathless and her heart was hammering inside her chest. "I love the way you kiss me," she gasped. "I've never felt anything like it before. Please touch me. I want to feel your hands on me. That's what I wanted when we were dancing, and that's what I want now." Monique began kissing her again, but this time she slid a hand under Liz's dress. Liz moved her legs apart as she felt Monique's hand moving up her thigh. The women gasped into each other's mouths when Monique's hand cupped Liz's mound, squeezing gently. Monique moved her fingers, feeling the folds of Liz's pussy through the thin fabric of the thong, and was rewarded by a soft groan from Liz. Within seconds the thong was damp as Liz oozed moisture. Monique could feel her own arousal growing. Liz was giving in to her quickly and her surrender was everything Monique had been dreaming about. Monique's heart began to race faster at the thought of what lay ahead. She knew that she was going to fuck the adorable young blond. The fantasies that had pre-occupied her for days were about to become a reality. Liz, completely aroused, wanted to move things along faster. She hiked her skirt up and hooked her fingers through the waistband of her thong and pushed the flimsy garment downward. Monique removed her hand from Liz's pussy long enough for the thong to fall to the floor. As Liz stepped out of it, Monique's hand immediately returned to her crotch, but this time she slid a finger into the wet hole and moved it around inside, stroking the walls of the vagina. Liz moaned with pleasure and reached around Monique to grasp her buttocks with both hands, pulling Monique as close as possible. This time Monique was the one to break the kiss. "Let's undress, cherie. We are wearing far too much." She hesitated briefly, thinking, then whispered quietly in Liz's ear. "I'm going to fuck you, Liz. Are you sure that's what you want?" "Yes, that's what I want." The raw language coming from the beautiful woman excited Liz even more. "And will you fuck me in return, cherie?" "Yes. I'm not sure what I have to do, but I'll do anything you want." "Then let's undress each other and lie down on the sofa." The woman resumed kissing while they unfastened each other's clothing, nervous fingers fumbling with buttons and zippers, not letting their mouths separate as the articles were peeled off one by one, and dropped onto a growing heap on the floor. Liz had the fewest items on, so she was quickly stripped naked and felt Monique's hands exploring her body. She unfastened Monique's bra and let her full breasts fall loose. She fondled the dark nipples briefly, causing them to stiffen like her own, then pushed her hands inside the waistband of the doctor's panties, pushing them down her thighs to the floor. She could feel slight dampness in Monique's panties; she was also wet with arousal. Now Monique was completely naked too. Liz reached around her again, grasping her buttocks, the magnificent ass she had admired earlier, pulling the doctor closer. The globes felt smooth and soft and delightful, unlike the hairy, muscular male ass she was accustomed to gripping. She stroked the ass gently, enjoying the unique smoothness of female skin. Both women felt their pubic bones press against each other, the dark pubic hair mingling with the blond curls. After a few more breathless moments in the close embrace, they stopped the kiss and walked hand in hand to the sofa. "Lie down, cherie," said Monique, and she gently eased the blond down onto her back. Liz made no attempt to resist. Monique put her hands on the inside of Liz's knees, and spread her legs apart. She looked down at her beautiful friend spread out naked in front of her, admiring the pale skin, blond pubic hair, slender body. She felt her heart beat even faster. "I've been dreaming of this moment since I met you," said Monique as she knelt on the sofa between Liz's open legs. "And I've been dreaming of it too, ever since last Saturday when you kissed me," replied Liz. "I never thought about having sex with another woman until you kissed me. Now I can't wait." She looked down and watched as the kneeling brunette leaned forward, moving her mouth towards her exposed pussy. She felt Monique's lips and tongue on the inside of her knee, working their way slowly up her inner thigh, and closed her eyes in anticipation. She opened her legs wider to give her lover more room to work. "I think that I'm going to come quickly," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. And she did. Liz whispered a quiet 'Oh' as she felt Monique's lips grasp her clit, pulling on it gently, as her fingers stroked the smooth folds of flesh where her legs joined. Liz felt more moisture ooze from her hole as her orgasm began to build, and gasped in pleasure when Monique slid two fingers into her. Monique moved the fingers in and out as her mouth moved up and down, fucking Liz beautifully. Within seconds Liz could hold on no longer. She grabbed Monique's head with both hands and pulled her mouth hard against her pussy. A long, strangled cry escaped from her as her body bucked against the mouth that was creating such wonderful feelings. Her muscles tightened their grip on the invading fingers and her hips rose and fell as fast as she could make them, her orgasm washing over her like a tsunami. Monique made sure that her fingers kept time with Liz's thrusting hips, and the younger woman's orgasm went on and on. Doctor's Orders Ch. 04 Rachel was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, admiring her naked body as she slowly masturbated herself with one hand while she continued to clean cum off her breasts from her son Bobby cumming all over her just moments before. She was on an all sex high at the moment and she didn't know if she could last much longer without fucking Bobby's enormous cock. It all started yesterday when Bobby told her that he couldn't make himself cum anymore. Naturally, like the worried parent that Rachel was, she took him to Dr. White. The good doctor told them that in order to deal with Bobby's newfound problem Rachel was going to have to make Bobby orgasm whenever he needed to. So far she'd jerked him off last night and let him cum all over her face, tits and pussy. Today she'd given him a morning handjob. And then a blowjob after breakfast just a few minutes ago. She tried to swallow as much as she could but Bobby just cums so much she couldn't help that it still ended up all over her tits and face again. She scooped up another big glob of it from her tits and greedily ate it off her hands. As she ate the last amount of cum from her face and tits she heard a knock at the door. She wondered if Bobby needed to cum again this soon as she answered the door. Bobby was wearing his robe again and stared at his beautiful naked mothers body. He had a worried look on his face but he couldn't keep from admiring her large perky boobs and shaven pussy. He turned his head away in shame. "What's wrong dear?," his mom asked, she wasn't trying to cover herself up, despite Bobby's obvious discomfort she figured that after what's been happening plus what needs to continue to happen he was going to have to get used to seeing her naked. "It's just so weird what's been going on," Bobby said, and he chose his next words carefully, "and I know we talked about it in the kitchen but I'm still just so confused. I mean, you're smoking hot but you're my mom. I just don't think we can do this anymore." Rachel came up to him suddenly and hugged him, he was a full head taller than her so she pressed her cheek against his robe covered chest. She could feel his cock starting to get hard down near her vagina. She inwardly smiled at this, "I know how you feel sweetie, and it's not like I'm not confused but you're going to have to have somebody get you off anyway dear, the doctor said that you can't do it yourself anymore and if someone doesn't do it for you then you'd have complications your whole life and could even lose your testicles." "I know Mom," his hands went around her, holder her in his arms made his cock even harder. He felt guilty about it, but she was just so perfect and soft and he couldn't help but start to slowly stroke her back and neck with his hands, "but maybe you don't have to be the one to do it to me, I could find a girlfriend..." "That could work dear," feeling bold Rachel opened Bobby's robe a bit so she could put her hands and head against his muscular chest, "but you don't have a girlfriend right now and seeing you like this is just so hard for me, I just can't stand you to be in any pain or discomfort." Bobby's hands had finished exploring his mothers back and had come down to her ass, he gave her bodacious butt a squeeze which caused his mother to moan a little, he suddenly realized he could still smell his mother's pussy and his own cum on her and his cock got hard enough that it started to poke out of his robe and rub against his mother's leg. He had a sudden desire to hold her down and fuck her right there on the bathroom floor but he held back, it was still too much for him, "You said you enjoy it, and I enjoy it too, but I can't anymore Mom. I don't want to lose my balls but I don't want us to do anything that we'll regret for the rest of our lives." Even though her son had said that they should call it off he was still very much playing with Rachel's ass. She reached out with her hands and started to slowly stroke his cock. She looked up into eyes and gave him her best I want you to fuck me looks and said, "Son I want you to know something." Bobby was looking into his mother's eyes with a look that said I want to fuck you too but we can't and if we did I'd never forgive myself, "What's that mom?" he asked. In answer Rachel just leaned forward and kissed him right on the mouth. He didn't resist her at all as she stuck her tongue into his mouth. He could taste his own cum on her but somehow that just turned him on even more. They tongue wrestled for a good minute, all the while Rachel kept slowly jerking her son off. They broke the kiss and Rachel looked at him. She could see he still both wanted her and didn't want her at the same time. She decided she needed to take a different approach. She let go of his cock and took a step back, his robe was completely open now and wasn't hiding anything. His huge rod sticking straight out at her staring her in the face, but Rachel tried not to pay attention to that at the moment, she needed to let Bobby know that this was okay, "Bobby, I'm your mother and I'm going to take care of you for as long as you need me," Bobby was ogling her body, but seemed to catch himself and then started staring down at his feet again, "how about I make a deal with you?" Still staring down at his feet Bobby said, "What's that mom?" "How about I'll keep being the one to take care of your little problem up until you get a girlfriend, how does that sound to you?" Bobby thought about it for a minute, but something couldn't get out of his head. "Mom," he said, "all I can think about is how hot you are. And all I want to do is fuck, I mean make love to you. You're just too hot! But you're my mom! It just can't happen, there's no way." He was staring right at her now, his eyes darting from her magnificent breasts to her beautiful pussy. She wasn't any better, staring at his cock like she was. She knew what he meant though and she needed to make it right. "I know what you mean son, but I don't want you to suffer because of it. How about this, I'll only do what you want me to do, what do you think?" He looked her right in the eyes now, she did her best to make her expression look as fuckable as possible. "What do you mean Mom, 'only do what I want you to do?" He asked. She shrugged, her huge boobs lifting and falling as she did so, "Well," she said, "what do you want me to do?" Bobby stared at her, he knew what he wanted her to do, fuck his brains out, but it just couldn't happen, so instead he said, "what if you let me just explore your body. Just for a little while. Would that be okay Mom?" She smiled at this, she knew she could get him to come around, "Sure Bobby, it would be my pleasure, no pun intended." They both laughed at this as Bobby approached her. As he got to her he reached his hands out and placed them on her breasts, squeezing and tweaking her nipples as he did so. She let out a low moan as he did that and leaned in, kissing him on the lips once again, sticking her tongue into his mouth. They tongue wrestled for a minute, Bobby was pinching and squeezing her nipples in such a way that she was moaning directly into his mouth. Bobby suddenly let go of her breasts so that he could grab her and pull her close as they kissed, his raging hard cock being pressed between them pointing upward. After a good minute they broke the kiss and Bobby said, "Okay Mom, now I want you to get up on the counter." He was throwing all caution into the wind as she jumped up onto it, her legs sticking out towards him, he grabbed onto her knees and spread them apart, revealing her shaved pussy to him and he got down onto his knees in front of her. Slowly he started running his fingers up and down, in and out of her vagina. "Oh God!" She exclaimed, leaning her head back, "That feeling so fucking GOOD!" She moaned as he stuck one, and then two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. He started finger fucking her really fast when she grabbed his head and pulled his face directly into her cunt. He took his fingers out immediately and replaced it with his tongue, causing his mother to moan even more and her hips started to buck with reckless abandon as she started cumming, "OH FUCK ME BOBBY! FUCK ME WITH YOUR MOTHERFUCKING TONGUE!!!" She yelled. Bobby was ecstatic, causing his mom to cum so violently, he loved the way she tasted and wanted to keep eating her pussy like he was but she grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to her face. She kissed him passionately, licking her juices off her face as she did so. She always loved the way she tasted, back in college she especially liked to lick her cum off of her lovers' cocks after making her cum so good. She pushed her son back and jumped off the counter, "Thanks for that son, but I want to make you feel good now." With that she got down on her knees and started to jerk off his cock with both hands. She started licking all the precum off the head of his penis and wanted more. She started to suck him, taking his cock all the way to the back of her throat. Bobby started to slowly fuck her face, just as she started to recklessly suck his cock. He was about to cum, but she suddenly stopped. He looked down at her confused, but then she said, "Do you like my titties son?" He could only nod yes and she wrapped her tits on either side of his humongous cock, she started to rapidly bounce them up and down just as he started to fuck her tits like there was no tomorrow. "Cum for mommy," she started saying, "your mommy's a slut, didn't you know? I want you to cum all over your slut mommy's face and titties. Fuck my titties, cum for me babe!" This was all Bobby could take and he started unleashing yet another large cum for today. The first blast was caught right in between her breast and got all over her giant tits, he thrust forward and the next blast went almost completely into her mouth, she swallowed and shut her mouth causing the next blast to cover her face in cum, she pulled back and let the rest of his semen cover her face and tits. Bobby was in seventh heaven as his mom took his cock back into her mouth and sucked the remaining cum out of it. He was still hard as a rock and really turned on by his cum covered mother, but something suddenly found its way back into his brain: guilt. He needed to leave right then. Luckily his mother let go of his cock and started spooning his semen from her chest and face into her mouth. While she was distracted he silently let himself out of the bathroom, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. His mother wiped the cum out of her eyes so she could see the look on Bobby's face while she cleaned the cum off her fingers with her tongue. Disappointingly Bobby had left the room, she knew he must feel guilty, but all she knew was that she really wanted Bobby to be happy and not worry so much. What was his fucking problem anyway, she thought, I'll take this shower and hopefully Dr. White will show up and help Bobby to think that this is okay. At least Rachel hoped that Dr. White could help. Doctor's Orders Ch. 04 Liz's hips slowed down as her orgasm passed, and eventually she lay motionless. Her breathing was slow and shallow, and Monique wondered if she had fallen asleep. Monique got off the sofa and knelt on the floor, her fingers still inside the blond. She waited quietly while the internal muscles relaxed their grip on her fingers, stroking Liz with her free hand. She kissed the pale thigh, enjoying the fresh scent ... Liz had obviously recently bathed in scented water, and she smelled sweet. Monique lightly teased a nipple with her mouth, but still got no reaction. Monique was a bit in awe of the orgasm she had given her friend; it had been dramatic, almost violent. She wondered how long it would take Liz to recover. At last, Monique felt the muscles relax, and she slowly drew her fingers out of Liz's pussy. Liz felt them leaving and murmured quietly, "mmh, nice." Her eyes remained closed. The two fingers glistened with moisture. Monique lifted one finger to her mouth and sucked on it. The juices had a pleasant, if unusual flavour, something that could be described as uniquely feminine. Monique put the other moist finger to Liz's lips, and the blond opened her mouth obediently and sucked on it. Monique leaned toward Liz and whispered to her "That's your own pussy you're tasting, cherie." Liz opened her eyes and turned her head to face Monique, smiling. "Did you like the taste of my pussy?" "Yes, I liked it very much. Did I make you feel good?" "You were wonderful. I think that was the best orgasm I've ever had. You have an amazing touch." "There will be many others in the future, if that's what you would like. I think I'm in love with you, Liz." "And I'm definitely in love with you, after what you just did." She sat up on the sofa, running a hand through her hair, shaking it looser. "But first, there is a pleasure to be repaid. Let's change places," and she stood up from the sofa. Monique got up from her kneeling position and kissed Liz lightly on the lips. "Are you OK with doing this?" Liz recognized the taste of her own pussy on Monique's mouth. "Not only am I OK with it, I insist," and she guided Monique backwards onto the sofa. "It's my turn to fuck you, right? The orgasm had released all Liz's sexual tension, and now she was feeling relaxed. She was also determined to give Monique as good an orgasm as she had been given. "Have you ever been fucked by a woman before?" "No, cherie," whispered Monique as she wriggled herself into a comfortable position on the sofa. "You are my first woman, but I've been waiting for you longer than you realize. I am very excited." The simple fact of lying on her back, with Liz gazing at her naked body, was causing minor sexual stirrings.. Now it was Monique's turn to feel the arousal growing in anticipation of what was about to happen to her. She could feel the early stages of an orgasm deep in her loins, and she could feel the moistness in her pussy. The gorgeous brunette Frenchwoman held out her arms toward the blond. "Please fuck me, cherie," she spoke in a whisper that was barely audible. "I've been waiting for you to do this for too long." Monique closed her eyes as Liz lay down on top of her. Liz pressed her mouth onto Monique, and Monique opened her mouth, allowing the tongue to push all the way in, and sucking on it hungrily. Monique opened her legs, and the blond settled her body in between them. Now it was Monique's turn to surrender her body to a lover. Monique embraced the slender Liz, and sighed with contentment. Finally, after years of fantasizing, finally, she was about to be fucked by the woman of her dreams. Liz broke off the kiss and began to move downward, kissing Monique's body as she went lower. She kissed the throat, then the breasts, sucking the nipples into her mouth one after the other. This was a brand new experience for Liz, but she knew instinctively what to do. Monique was making small sounds of contentment as Liz resumed her journey down the doctor's body. She paused briefly at the navel, exploring it with her tongue, then continued down until her mouth was nuzzling in the small clump of dark pubic hair. "Mon dieu, c'est merveilleux," she whispered, more to herself than to Liz. Monique was beginning to move her body, unable to contain the sensations that were beginning to surge through her. Liz moved lower still, and her lips brushed Monique's wet pussy lips. Monique forced her eyes open and looked down the length of her body. She could see only the top of Liz's blond head as the head moved between her open thighs. It was exactly what she had been fantasizing about during recent masturbations. She felt hot breath on her pussy, followed by a familiar rippling thrill in her loins. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back on the sofa, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. This was going to be much better than any masturbation. "Oh god, I'm coming already," she groaned, and she reached between her legs with both hands and pulled apart her pussy lips. "Fuck me, Liz, fuck me," she gasped desperately. Liz watched the elegant, manicured fingers open up the pussy right in front of her face, and didn't hesitate. She took the exposed clitoris in her mouth and sucked on it, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Simultaneously, she stuck two fingers into the gaping hole, which was now dripping with moisture. She began to finger-fuck Monique, just as Monique had done to her earlier. The roles of the two women were now reversed. "Mon dieu, oui, oui, cherie annette, oui, oui." Monique was whimpering as Liz fucked her, her body twisting and heaving. She pushed her hips down, trying to get the fingers in deeper, trying to increase the pressure on her clitoris. She was lost in a frenzy of passion, unaware that she had murmured the name of her long-lost schoolgirl lover. Liz hadn't heard the name in the flurry of whispered French, but continued to fuck her friend with grim determination. She was making sure that Monique would experience an orgasm at least as good as the one she'd had. And Liz was successful. Monique gave a low moan and, with a final cry of "Oh fuck," her hips went into overdrive. She took her hands away from her pussy and pulled Liz's head toward her body, her hips moving up and down rhythmically, but very fast, fucking Liz's mouth. The orgasm rippled through her, with surge following surge. Liz keep her fingers deep inside the brunette, her arm moving back and forward as she fucked the sweating, writhing woman on the sofa. Liz looked up at Monique as she writhed on the sofa, her mouth open, her eyes screwed shut, her skin flushed and covered with a thin sheen of sweat. If anything, she looked even more beautiful than normal. Liz was astounded, but thrilled, at what she'd done, and she kept fucking Monique, only slowing down her hand when she felt Monique's body slow down too, the orgasm spent. Liz gazed at her shattered lover, and felt a pang of affection. There was no doubt in her mind that she had fallen in love with the alluring French doctor. After a few minutes, Liz with withdrew her fingers and crawled up alongside Monique. The two tired women lay facing each other, holding each other in a gentle embrace, kissing quietly and softly. Eventually, they recovered enough to speak. "It has been a memorable afternoon, cherie. Do you have any regrets?" asked Monique. "My only regret is that I must soon go home. This has been more wonderful than I could have ever imagined. Can we meet again sometime?" "Yes, of course. Now that you are my patient, I have to build a medical file on you. The first thing I need to do is give you a complete physical examination, so we must arrange that." "That sounds interesting. When would be a good time?" "Would tomorrow afternoon be convenient? And I can promise you that the physical will be most interesting." Monique gave Liz a meaningful kiss on the lips. "Yes, tomorrow sounds great. I'm looking forward to it already!" Liz kissed Monique, letting her tongue touch the brunette's lips. "Except, let's not meet here," announced Monique. "Why don't you come to my house for the physical? We will be quite alone. And my bed is much more comfortable than this sofa." Liz was already creating metal pictures of herself lying naked on the bed, while Monique, dressed in her doctor's outfit, worked on her body. The mere thoughts made her heart flutter a little. "It's sounding better and better, doctor. I promise you that I'll be a very cooperative patient." Liz kissed Monique again, letter her mouth linger a little longer on the soft lips. I know that you will, cherie. And I promise you that this will be the most memorable physical you've ever had." Doctor's Orders Ch. 05 Sorry this one took so long. I've been going through a lot lately and haven't had time to work on this series. Enjoy. * Eventually Bobby's mom came out of the shower and Bobby went in. They both dressed. Rachel put on a very tight shirt with no bra and a skirt with no panties. She was hoping to entice Bobby as much as she could so that she could get yet another chance to play with his huge cock before the doctor arrived. Bobby however dressed in very baggy jeans so that he could easily hide his dick from any on lookers if necessary. Although earlier in a state of lust he had decided to stop at nothing until he got to fuck his hot mom, he had second thoughts about it and decided that it would be better to stay away from her. Bobby had locked himself in his room for the past few hours. His mom came by and knocked every once in a while but he wouldn't respond to her nor would he unlock the door. He just wanted to be left alone with his thoughts, at least for a little while. While Bobby stayed secluded, Rachel also spent most of her time in her room. But rather than thinking about the moral implications that came with sucking off your own son, she thought of nothing but fucking her son's huge pecker. She would do nothing but roll up her mini-skirt and start playing with herself with both hands. Every once in a while she would go down the hall and check to see if Bobby had unlocked his door yet, but no such luck. I'll just have to be content for the moment with my own masturbation, she thought. After a few hours, the doorbell rang. Rachel was suddenly worried, she had somehow forgotten that she had twin daughters. The sudden sexual tension in the house had made her think that her and Bobby were the only two people on Earth. She went down to get the door, worried about what Lisa and Theresa would think about her slutty outfit, but when she came to the door it wasn't her daughters at all. It was Dr. White. "Oh," said Rachel as she got the door, "I completely forgot that you were coming Mrs. White. Do come in." "Please, call me Megan." Replied Megan as she stepped through the door, "Now where is our patient, I have urgent news for both of you over the results of your son's semen testing." This was a lie, not that Rachel would know this, but Megan had already slurped down all of Bobby's delicious cum, leaving none to use for any testing. "Oh," said Rachel suddenly very worried, "Nothing dangerous I hope." "It's too soon to tell, I'll have to examine Bobby's penis as soon as possible." "Alright, I'll take you to him." The two women went upstairs to Bobby's room and Rachel knocked for the umpteenth time that day on his bedroom door. Bobby didn't reply, but when Rachel told him that the doctor was there he opened the door. Bobby was surprised to see them at the door. His mom looked like a total slut and he knew that she dressed that way just for him, which made him feel very nervous. The doctor however was in a tight nurses outfit that really showed off all the curves of her body, which was strange because for one she was a doctor not a nurse, and for another the nurses at the office she worked at didn't wear traditional nurses garbs like the one that she currently wore. "Is my favorite patient doing well today?" Megan asked. Bobby feeling too nervous to speak in front of these buxom beauties only nodded. "Is your mother helping you out as much as she can?" Another nod, Megan glanced at Rachel when she said this and Rachel blushed a bit. This made Megan smile. "Okay, good, now it's a bit dirty in your room Bobby, and I think it would be better if we went to a different room where I could examine your penis thoroughly. Would that be alright with you Mrs. Smith?" "Please, call me Rachel, and yes we could all go into my room. It's much cleaner in there." "Good, lead the way." Bobby didn't quite know what the hell was about to happen. He also didn't quite know if he wanted to know what the hell was about to happen and considered shutting and locking his door again, but shear sexual curiosity made him follow. He came in just behind them and shut his mom's door. It smelled very much like pussy in this room which started to give him an erection which he knew would only get bigger before too long. "Okay, now Bobby, I'm very concerned," Said the doctor, "You see, as a result of your semen test, I have reason to believe that you are producing a very abnormal amount of semen at a very alarming rate. I don't know for sure just how bad it is, but in extreme cases this could cause for very extensive surgery and we may have to remove one or even both of your testicles." "What?!?!" came both Bobby's and Rachel's reply. This almost made Megan smile again, but she caught herself. She knew that she had them right where she wanted them. This is going to be fun, she thought. "Don't worry, there is nothing conclusive yet. Hopefully we'll find a much safer alternative from the examination today. Now if you would please, would you take off your clothes please?" Bobby didn't really want to with his mom standing there. But he knew she wasn't going to go away especially after what's been happening for the last couple of days. He took off clothes as fast as he could just to get over with it, and stood naked in front of them. His mom clenched her fists, as if holding back as she stared longingly at his nude body, and the doctor simply smiled while she kneeled in front of him and started to fondle his semi-erect penis. She smiled up at him and made sure to give him a very good view of her cleavage while she slowly made him erect. She then looked back at his cock, which was now staring her straight in the face. "Hmm," she said as she started to stroke Bobby's cock and fondle his balls, "very interesting." "Is something wrong Megan?" Rachel asked while she stared like a bitch in heat at the doctor slowly stroking her son's cock. "Oh, I don't know if I'd say something was wrong, but..." Pre-cum was now flowing all over her hand. "But what?" Rachel asked not really as concerned as she knew she should be, she was just too distracted by the scene in front of her. "Nothing conclusive yet, I'll have to make your son orgasm before I know for sure. I hope you don't mind but I'm now going to perform some enhanced stimulation in order to make your son orgasm as fast as possible." "No go right ahead." Came Rachel's reply, not that it mattered, since by the time she said anything the doctor had already rapped her lips around Bobby's cock and started bobbing her head up and down on it like a very skilled porn star. Bobby moaned loudly, but the women in the room didn't really seem to notice. Rachel got down on her knees next to the doctor and stared as close as she could at what was in front of her. She was only inches away and could smell the pre-cum on Megan's lips and hear as she swallowed all her son's juices down. Bobby was in heaven, and although his mom was watching very closely as he got a world class blow job from a very horny doctor. He didn't care. He was getting a blow job and didn't feel bad about it since this wasn't someone he was directly related to by blood. He was really getting all the pleasure he thought he could ever have when suddenly Megan started to deep throat him. He knew he was just about to cum but held back and for once actually fought off his impending orgasm. Megan felt Bobby's impending orgasm and was ready to swallow a huge load when she felt him fight it off. Shit, she thought, I better try something else. She continued to bob her head on his cock when she reached over and grabbed his mom's hand and put them on Bobby's balls. Rachel in her already sexed up condition barely even noticed that her hands were now on his balls and she automatically started to fondle them. Bobby looking at this scene before him felt his cum build up again and this time couldn't control it. He let out a huge moan as he felt his semen begin to spray down the good doctor's throat. Megan wasn't ready this time and she pulled off of his glorious cock and his semen began spraying all over her nurses uniform. It got all over her head, face, hair, and covered her top and blouse almost entirely. Megan began to shovel the cum out of her eyes and around her face and slurp it down off of her hands. Eventually she could see again, and she was surprised to see that Bobby was still erect after all that, and his mother was staring at her in shear envy while she ate all her son's cum. God damn, she though, I'm going to have as much fun as I can with these two. "Okay," Megan said between cum loads being shoveled into her mouth. "As a result of that incredible orgasm, I believe it won't be necessary to perform any kind of operation. But only if the following steps take place. Firstly, whenever Bobby has an erection, he will have to have an orgasm in order to take the pressure out of his testicles which will allow the semen that he is over-producing to be released. Secondly, since he is not always going to have an erection when he needs to let out a large cum load, I think it would be best to provide as much visual stimulation as possible." "Visual stimulation?" Came Rachel's response, while she was still fondling Bobby's huge balls. "Like what?" "Well," said Megan while looking down at her suit which was completely soaked with Bobby's cum. "As an example, this would do nicely." With that the doctor stood and took off her outer clothes leaving her big breasts hanging freely in front of her and her pussy only covered by a pair of black satin panties. She then reached up to her breasts and pushed them together and then let go again causing them to bounce, she could see that this had a good reaction in Bobby and she did it again. "Now, even though Bobby still has an erection, I think it might be best to practice with another form of visual stimulation. Please, Mrs. Smith would you stop, um, fondling your son and sit on the floor next to me?" "Um, sure," said Rachel, she reluctantly let go of Bobby's balls and walked over and sat Indian style next to Megan. Sitting this way Bobby could see up her skirt at her shaved pussy and he bit his lip in anticipation of whatever was about to happen next. "Um, would you please remove you clothes if you could please Mrs. Smith?" Megan asked, and Rachel did as she was told, she didn't even have to stand up to do so since her skirt just unsnapped. Very soon she was sitting naked in front of both of them. "Good," said Megan, "now this will help to provide tons of visual stimulation for your son." She then sat next to her and started to play with Rachel pussy. At first Rachel freaked out a little, she had never been touched like that by a woman before. But Megan said that it was for her son and Rachel calmed down and Bobby did look like he was enjoying himself. Rachel was really wet at that point and someone playing with her clit was really causing her some of the relief that she needed. At this point a car drove into their driveway and a girl got out of it. It was Rachel's daughter Lisa. She was tall and skinny and although her tits weren't as big as Rachel's were, they were really nice ones. She was only a year older than her brother but she acted younger than he did. She was feeling a little depressed because her sister had gotten laid last night and she didn't get shit. She didn't even notice the extra car in the driveway as she went inside. She started to make herself a sandwich when she heard something strange coming from upstairs. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it sounded like her mother might be in pain. She slowly made her way up there. Back in the room, the good doctor was now sticking her still cum covered face into Rachel's soaking wet pussy. Her tongue was doing things to her that Rachel didn't even know you could do to someone's clit. Megan was sticking her ass straight into the air as she did this and Bobby just couldn't help himself anymore. He came up behind her and pulled her panties around her ankles. He then found himself staring straight at her incredibly wet and incredibly hairy pussy. He thought about eating her out, but thought it better just to stick his cock in. Which he did, slowly at first but soon found his entire length deep inside of her and started to get into the motion of the first woman he ever fucked. Lisa was now at the door and she opened it a crack to peek inside. She was really very surprised at the scene in front of her. Someone (she couldn't see her brother's face because his back was to her) was fucking some older woman, who had her face in her mom's pussy. She very nearly let out a gasp but caught herself. She was about to close the door and run away, pretending she didn't see anything, but the scene in front of her was just too hot. Instead her hand escaped into her shorts and she started furiously masturbating herself. Rachel looked up and saw that her son was now fucking the doctor who had her tongue deep inside of her. She thought that if only the doctor wasn't here she would be fucking her son and that set off a very earth-shattering orgasm. That in turn set off the doctor's orgasm which in turn caused Bobby to yell out he was cumming. The doctor yelled, "Yes, cum Bobby, cum all over your mother's face!" Lisa could hardly believe what she just heard. Her brother Bobby was just about to cum all over his mom. Jesus Christ, this is so wrong, she though, and yet so hot. She watched as her brother pulled out of the other woman and stood over his mom and let loose an amazingly large load. The first few ropes completely covered his mom's face and breasts and in the next few minutes he covered her from head to toe and then back again there was literally cum everywhere. Lisa got up and practically ran back to her room. She made a lot of noise doing so, but no one in the room heard her, they were all to busy with what was going on in there. Rachel was now eating all the cum that she could while the doctor helped by licking all over Rachel's hot body, and Bobby half-collapsed, half-sat on his mom's bed thinking How could life get any better? To be continued...