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Doctor Z Ch. 1

By: Softly



It was on June 26, 1998 that my husband and I moved to Mt. Pleasant, a small city in the center of Michigan. For us, it was a move that made for several changes in our life style. We had lived in Dayton, Ohio since we got married in 1995. 

He was an outside adjuster in Ohio, who traveled all over the state. Now, He was a claims manager, confined to his office all day in Clare, an even smaller city, thirteen miles to the north, up route 27. His income had doubled.

For me, it was very unsettling. I had a good teaching position in the Dayton schools. Here, I would have to start in a suburb schools system, since the Mt. Pleasant school system had a waiting list of teachers. And, I had left behind a lover, who filled a special need for me.

After a year of marriage, my husband, Bartolo - everyone calls him Bart - brought up the fact that he had been approached by a friend of his who asked if he and I would like to try swinging. At first, I told him that I really had no interest in swinging, since he was all the man that I needed.

The more I thought about it, the more that I had second thoughts about my position. I do have a problem. Two of my old boyfriends had mentioned it, as had Bart. As soon as I receive a cock in me, I flow so much that the man and I both lose friction. And, if that is not bad enough, the opening to my pussy expands so that a man can insert four fingers in me. 

I have done my best to make up for the lack of Bart's pleasure in fucking me, by giving Bart the best blowjobs that I can. It seemed to satisfy him for a while. I love Bart, and he loves me. Yet, thinking of it from his viewpoint, I could well see why he would like to have a tight pussy around his cock, at least once in a while.

A few days later, I gave Bart a kiss. Then, I just told him, "Bart, I am willing to try swinging. Or, if you meet a woman in your travels, you have my permission to have sex with her."

"Jo Jo," my name is Jolene, but everyone calls me Jo Jo. "That is a big change. You have to tell me why sometime. I will go phone John McCall. He asked me if we were interested in coming to their house for a social gathering, to meet other couples to see if there is a mutual attraction."

By the time Saturday night arrived, I was excited. I think that it showed. We did more then socialize. Bart came up to me just after eleven. "Jo Jo, look over my left shoulder. See the woman in the flowered blouse? She has come on to me. Wants to go upstairs to get to know me better. Is that okay with you?"

I had the strangest feeling telling my husband that it was okay to go fuck another woman, but I did. Then, I was standing in that room with all those people, alone. I felt as though a spotlight was on me. All their eyes were. 

I did not know it at the time, but they were all thinking, now that her husband has gone with a woman, the men will begin to fuck her. The men were suddenly very observant of my figure, low cut top, and long thin legs. Buddy Johns came up to me. He steered me to the wet bar. His mouth was making small talk, as he savored the exposed tops of my breasts. 

I was so wet. I heard Buddy say that he would like to take me upstairs. I turned and walked. He followed. 

In the bedroom, I put up my hand to stop him from helping me undress. I was worried that he might damage my skirt zipper. Soon we were both naked. I spread out in the center of the bed. It was more exciting then when Johnny White fucked me in the back seat of his car on prom night.

The lights were on. He was pretty excited too. As he lowed himself on me, his cock was dangling between his legs. "Ooohhoo," I said as it was plunged into me. "Ah, oohho," I said as he pumped it deeply in me. "Oh, oh, oh, oooohhoo," I hissed, as I cum. 

"Eeeeeeuuggg," he groaned as he pumped his cum in me.

I spread my arms and legs, completely relaxing, with my eyes closed. The sex wasn't long, but it was intense. I felt Buddy get off the bed. The door closed. I opened my eyes. There were two other men in the room, naked. The next man slid his cock into me. By now, I was so wet and loose, that he could have put three fingers in with it. He sat on my right leg, while holding my left straight up. His ass snapped back and forth in a blur of action. I bounced on the bed, as the headboard bounced off the wall to the rhythm of his motion. His body slamming against me brought me to a second orgasm, better then the first.

The third man just got on me, pumping until he cum. When we were alone, he said, "May I offer some friendly advice?"

"Yes."

"You need to learn how to squeeze a man with your cunt."

Seeing my confusion, he told me how. I tried what he told me with Bart later that night. Bart, for the first time with me, cum twice in a row. 

We attended several more parties like that one during the next year. Right after school got out for the summer, I took some golf lessons at the country club from a young man by the name of Denton Littlejohn. I had not thought about taking the lesson, when I got dressed that morning. My golf blouse was cut very loose. When I gripped the club, slightly bent over, Denny, who was standing in front of me, and a head taller then I, could see all the way down my front to my belly button, he told me later.

I don't wear a bra. He was treated to thirty minutes of non-stop swaying tits. I could not miss the large tent that formed in his pants. Ten minutes into the lesson, both of our pants were wet. Twenty minutes into the lesson, we both knew that we would fuck each other. When the lesson ended, I gave him my address. 

"See you in half an hour," he said.

I met him at the door, naked. Once he was in, we ran, giggling, to the bedroom. I jumped on the bed, got on my back, and opened my legs. Then, I saw it. It was long, thick, and red, with purple veins. It was between his legs, pointed up, bobbing as he crawled over to me. I did not want to wait for him to play with me. I wanted that in me right away. I put my hands behind his arms and pulled him up over me. His body settled on mine. My ass was already pumping in circular motions as he put the end in me. 

My hands pulling his ass forward gave Denny the message, as I voiced my need. "Put it in me, Denny."

The next moment, in my mind, lightning struck, the earth shook, the heavens opened. For the first time in my life, my cunt was completely filled by a cock. "Oh, my, my, my… You are wonderful!" Later, between sex, I kidded him about his name, saying that Littlejohn, he wasn't.

That day, I shooed him out of there, just after four-thirty. We got very inventive from then on. We fucked in the bushes, on the greens, and in the storm sheds at the club. We fucked in the front seat of his pick-up, in a city park, on a beach, in a boat, and once on a blanket in a cemetery. I loved his cock. I was never too wet or loose for it to feel good.

Then, a year later, we moved. We are now in an end unit of a four-unit condo, in a small town that everyone knows everyone else, or so it seems. I was really down in the dumps. Our next-door neighbor is a widower doctor by the name of Jack Zuckner. 

Dr. Zuckner stopped over and talked to Bart, as the movers were moving in our belongings. Bart and Jack hit it off right away. Jack is a past president of the "Mt. Pleasant Country Club." He told Bart that he would sponsor Bart for membership. I studied Dr. Zuckner. He is tall, at six foot two inches. He is gaunt thin. I would guess he weights no more then one hundred, fifty pounds. A fine looking man, he has a full head of white hair. His hands stand out because of his extremely long fingers. Handy for a doctor, I mused. As I stood leaning on the door jam, I decided that I liked him. He has what only can be called, a beautiful smile.

"What are you a doctor of?" I inquired.

"Jolene, I am OB/GYN."

"You can call me Jo Jo, everybody does. Is your practice filled?" 

"Yes, since my wife died, I have stopped taking new patients, but I still have over three hundred. I try to take off two afternoons a week."

A week later, now new members of the country club, I joined a woman for a round of golf. Her name is Betsy Williams. I soon learned that she is a RN at the local hospital. I asked, "Do you know a Dr. Jack Zuckner?"

She just looked up at me. Then, she put her head down to take her next shot. She took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and through the curling smoke said, "Yes, I know Dr. Z, why do you ask?"

"He is my next door neighbor. Seems to be very nice, and is a very attractive older man."

"Well, I know a lot about the good doctor." With that she turned and started to walk to where her ball lay. The foursome ahead of us was slow, so we had to wait on the next tee.

Something about Betsy's body language told me that I should press the issue, so I did. "Look, we are both adults here. Doctor Z is my next door neighbor, so I really would like to know what you know about him."

"I'll tell you later, over a drink."

Back in the clubhouse, drinks served, Betsy eyed me. "Look, I'm a married woman, as are most of the nurses that work delivery. What I'm going to tell you must stay with you. When I was a student nurse, I pulled a lot of eleven to seven AM shifts, by myself in delivery. There would be a RN, from the other wing of the hospital, on call, if a woman were close to delivery. If one of Doctor Z's women came in he would appear and stay until she delivered, which often was all night.

At first, I was thrilled that a doctor was speaking to me so nicely. Then, I was really high when he would rest a hand on me. It was on a cold winter night, with a snowstorm in progress, that he brought me into the doctor's lounge. He kissed me. I did not resist. It was all over when he pulled my panties to one side. His index finger went all the way up me. He was running it around my cervix. I melted onto my back. He expertly found my "G" spot. I cum several times. Then he put that cock of his into me. I had never had a child. I was not ready for it. No woman would be. I thought that it would come out of my throat. 

For the next several days, I worried that he would tell others. Not only did he not, but his manners towards me were impeccable. If he spoke to me, around others, he referred to me as Miss Adams, which was my maiden name. It was over three weeks before we were alone again. That night we did it three times. He would go check on his patient between our sex. No one brings me to orgasm as often as he has. If I were the only one, I would not be telling you this.

After I received my RN, I became a substitute nurse for other RNs taking vacations and such, I filled in as his office nurse for three weeks. Needless to say, we played at least once a day. When I returned to hospital service, several of the OB/GYN floor nurses kidded me in a knowing way. "Get to know Dr. Z real well, did we?" "Every man should have Doctor Z's fingers." "Now you know why his patients have the big "O" when he gives them an internal." 

In the cafeteria, I went up and sat with four of the older nurses, who had grinned at me when I came in with a tray of food. I was in no mood to be the only one who did not know something. Angrily, I demanded, "Well?"

Jenny Burton responded, "Hey don't get mad at us. We are all in the same boat. I've been working OB/GYN for ten years. The good doctor has had me anytime he wants me, all along, as he has had these other girls. He is just what a girl needs during a long winter night. Once you are comfortable taking his cock, it takes his cock to make you comfortable. He never tells others what he is doing, and he is a wonderful lover."

"He is old. But he is very good, is what I told them, as I tell you now."

There is more, Jo Jo. I told him that I was going off the pill. My husband and I had decided that we wanted a child. Being my doctor, he knew when I expected to ovalate. That night he showed up in deliverys, even though he did not have a patient in labor.


I had told myself that I would not have sex with him, until I was sure that I was pregnant.

He asked me to come into the doctor's lounge. Once in, he closed the door. When I turned, he was standing naked, with that cock of his in his hand.

I don't know about you, but when I ovulate, I become very horny. Add to that,I wanted to be bred. The result,I had a deep need to fuck. 

He had been my lover longer then my husband. As I went to say something, he backed me to the wall. He lifted one of my legs, as he put his cock in me. I was standing on one foot, trying to keep my balance. His thrusts were so hard that they lifted me to my toes. I cum, God yes I cum. He cum. then, he took me to the bed. This time he put my legs above my head, so that he could run that cock of his every-which-way in me. I cum three more times.

Nine months to the day, I delivered my first child. When I was ready to have a second one, I told him. Looking at my chart, he said, I will see you wednesday, so that you can have a matching pair.

"Gotcha Doc," I said. "I am off Wednesday."

Without missing a beat, he handed me his card with his home address on it. "See you at nine AM. We will have all day to make a baby."

I was there at nine. 

"How old is he, Betsy?'

"Doctor Z. He will be fifty-five on June sixth. Got to go. Be careful. Don't tell anyone, remember."

For the next month, I would see Doctor Z to wave to. By then, Bart had joined a foursome with Doctor Z on a regular basis. He was now popping into our place several times a week to talk about this or that. A few times, I caught him looking me over. 

At the time, I thought that he was too old for me, and as our next-door neighbor, I might lose control of what went on.

Bart and I drove sixty miles to go to a swinger's party on two occasions. Each time, I got to have sex with three men, so to some extent, I was sexually active.

Doctor Z was admitted to the hospital because of a kidney problem. I purchased some flowers and went to his room. The first bed was empty. He was behind a curtain, on the second bed, asleep on his back. He shifted his right leg, which moved his gown to the side, exposing all of his cock. A catheter was in his cock, which held it straight. I just stood staring at it with my mouth open. Soft, it was twice as long as Bart's is hard, three times as thick, and milky white. The end was as big as a golf ball. 

I did not move for five minutes. I wanted to reach down to touch it, but did not dare. I stepped closer to examine it. I was so engrossed with it that I failed to see his eyes open. He had caught me.

His first words were, "Thank you Jo Jo for the flowers. That was very kind of you." He reached for me, taking my hand in his. "Jo Jo, we need to get to know each other much better. I will stop over for coffee some day soon."

I blushed from the knowledge, that when he came to my door I would let him in, because, I had to have him fuck me with that beautiful cock. I took a step nearer the bed, as I lowered his hand to the area of my pussy. I lifted my skirt. His eyes never left mine, as his hands deftly moved my panties to one side. His index finger slid into my wet pussy. As Betsy had described, his finger reached my cervix. In moments, I clamped my legs hard on his hand, as I shuddered with an orgasm. "I must go before we are caught," I whispered, as I hurried from his room. 

To the rear of each condo unit, there is a small yard surrounded by a seven-foot hedge. When doctor Z came over, he slipped from his back yard into mine, unseen by anyone. I heard a soft knock on the rear door. 

I was wearing a see through teddy, with no panties on. I had peed, but had not washed up as yet. As is my custom, I fix a pot of coffee, drink some of it, and read the paper before going for a walk, if I am not teaching. My hair? Well, it was a mess. For a moment, I stood thinking if I really wanted to answer the door.

It had been three months since I had last been fucked by Denny. It had been four weeks since the last party. I set the cup down, and walked to the door. Just inside the door, He kissed me, as his hands cupped each of my breasts, softly squeezing them. "Not here." I said as I pulled away to lead him to my bedroom. 

On my back, I cum three times from his finger. Gently, slowly, tenderly, he eased the end of his cock past my cunt lips, down into me. He would stop, as I shifted my fanny so that my cunt would accept the intruder. Even with the wetness from cumming, my cunt lips were pulled into me. Bit by bit, the length of his cock still out of me, shortened. I did not have to see it, since I felt every twitch. Yet, I could not take my eyes off his cock, as I could not when staring at it in the hospital. I cum before he was all the way in. He was too long for me, but he did not force the issue during his first fuck. 

We lie talking for several minutes. Then, he sat at the end of the bed, with his back against the wall. Gently he placed me on his lap, facing him. He lifted my ass, slipping his cock into me when I was high enough. As I settled down on it, he gathered my legs, placing one over each of his shoulders. All my one hundred, twenty-nine pounds was now being used to force all of him into me. I used my hands to hold myself three inches off his body. "Take a deep breath, and look up, Jo Jo."

As I did, he put his hands on my shoulders to hold me, as his ass shot up and down with amazing power. I was now bouncing all the way down to his body, with his cock completely in me. 

It started to come on me, a deep, deep orgasm that started in my spine."Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," I screamed as it washed over me.

"Good girl, Jo Jo. I knew that you could take it."

Take it, I did. If he did not have a woman in delivery, his first office appointments were at nine o'clock. He would hear the garage door lift and close, when Bart left for work at seven thirty. At seven thirty-two, I would let him in the rear door. By seven thirty-nine, his finger would be in me. By eight twenty, there would be two pools of cum on the towels that I put on the bed. 

After he left, one day, I used a mirror to see what my pussy looked like after a bout with Doctor Z. My cunt lips were puffy, bright red, though not sore. My clit jutted out, exposed, with my lips not even touching it. The opening just gaped open, the width of a silver dollar. It was my breasts that really got my attention. They appeared as though some sore of machine had sucked them outward. Both were much redder then my body. 

It has now been going on for three years. Bart has a secretary that he has seduced. He has sex with her often. I have told him that I have a local lover, but not who it is. 

"Why am I telling you all this? You are my kid sister. You are twenty-two, and have just graduated from nursing school. I told you that I have an excellent nursing position lined up for you, with a starting salary of $32,000.00, plus you could live with Bart and I. Your employer wants to break you in right, before you start at his office. This is Friday. I will see you Sunday night. I know that you will enjoy him. He is a very nice man. Come with me."

"Where are you taking me?" Ruth asked, as we walked out the rear door.

I knocked on the adjacent door. A smiling Doctor Zuckner opened it.

"Doctor, I want you to meet my sister, Ruth Delaney."

"Come in Ruth. I will see you Monday at seven thirty-two, Jo Jo," he said to me, as I turned to leave.

That night, on and off, I could hear the sound, barely auditable through the wall, of a bed headboard tapping the wall. Bart commented that he thought that he could hear a cat meowing in the night, like it was being bred.

I heard it too. It was no cat.

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Doctor Z Ch. 2



In Doctor Z, Ch 1, we learned that before Jo Jo, and her husband Bart, moved to Mt. Pleasant, Michigan that they enjoyed an open marriage, he to have access to a tighter pussy, she to have a man with a cock large enough to satisfy her.

The next-door neighbor in the condo that they moved into is a widower, Dr. Jack Zuckner, an OB/GYN doctor, that for years has seduced the nurses that worked the "Delivery" wing at the Mt. Pleasant hospital. 

Jo Jo learned of his reputation as a great lover. By chance, she saw his wonderful cock, when he was asleep in a hospital bed, while a patient. She had to try him. He now comes to the rear door of her condo several days each week, to fuck her from seven thirty-two, when her husband leaves for work, until eight twenty, when he must get ready for his office hours. 

Unknown to Ruth Delaney, her sister, Jo Jo, had conspired with Doctor Z to entice Ruth, who just received her RN degree, to come to Mt. Pleasant for a position working in Doctor Z's office. Jo Jo delivered her sister to the Doctor's rear door of his condo on a Friday afternoon, without telling Ruth ahead of time that she was to be the doctor's sexual entertainment for the weekend. Doctor Z was to break-her-in-right. 

As Chapter 1 ended, Jo Jo heard the sounds, off and on, of a bed headboard tapping the wall. Bart commented that he heard what he thought was a cat meowing, like it was being bred. Jo Jo heard it too. She knew it was no cat. It was Ruth moaning constantly from the ecstasy of being serviced by the doctor's wonderful cock. 

Bart left at three PM Sunday afternoon to play a late round of golf. Ruth knocked on the rear door, shortly thereafter. Jo Jo saw that she had just taken a shower, when she let her in. Ruth was expressionless. She walked into the living room, tossed her bra and panties in a chair.

Jo Jo did not know if Ruth was angry or not. She followed her into the room, to sit in the chair that contained the bra and panties, after she picked them up. 

Ruth turned to face her. She let her slacks drop to the floor, and then kicked them off to the side. She walked over to Jo Jo. 

"Look at my cunt, damn it! That man is an animal. When you wrote to me about working for a doctor in his fifties, including the details that he would want to have sex with me, I thought that I would humor the old boy, you know, give him a thrill. At my training hospital, I had sex with several of the doctors. The old ones would begin to wheeze, then stop before either of us came, just to catch their breath." 

Almost screaming, she continued, "This guy. Your doctor Zukner. Damn it Jo Jo, he is a sex machine. Two years ago, I fucked Harvey Brigham for five hours. He could not get it up after that for two days. I have fucked eighteen guys, most of them my age. Not in my wildest imagination, did I believe that there was a man with a cock like this Doctor Zukner, or a man with his ability get it up every twenty minutes, all weekend. He is the Goddamn "Eveready Bunny!" Look at my pussy. The opening is two inches wide. I must be a foot deep, now. If it doesn't shrink, who in hell will want to marry me?"

"Don't worry, it will shrink. Look at mine."

Jo Jo dropped her shorts, and panties. She put one foot on the arm of the chair. Ruth bent over to inspect her cunt.

"See, everything closes up on me in a couple hours. Bart has no idea that I can take a cock like Doctor Z has."

Rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, Ruth let out a deep breath. You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that.

Ruth stepped back. I have no interest in getting married anytime soon. She started to thrust her cunt forward, in quick bunts, standing with her hands on her hips. Each time her cunt shot forward, she said a word. "I - assume - Z - will - want - my - pussy - every - day?"

"Plan on it. Monday is my last weekday with him, for some time, because I start the school year."

In October, Bart had to attend a two-week company training secession. Jo Jo invited her mother to come up from Richmond, Indiana for a visit, so she could see both her daughters.

Unknown to her daughters, Joan Delaney had a problem, which she partially solved when she had an excuse to go out of town. Because of high blood pressure medicine, her husband, the girl's father, was unable to obtain any kind of an erection, for the last five years. For the first eight months, Joan had told herself that she did not need sex. Then, she went to a class reunion in Cleveland. The boy that took her virginity, John Duffy, was there. After the main dinner/dance, Joan was invited, along with four couples, to go to John's camp on the lake. When the others were ready to leave, John offered to return Joan to her motel. 

"Let me help you clear the dishes, and pick up," she had said. 

As the last car disappeared into the distance, John took her in his arms. She returned his kiss. There was no pretence on her part. She was hungry for sex. She rubbed her cunt up his leg as she had done; years before, when they had fucked like rabbits, as teens are want to do. His hand slid under her bra to grab her left tit. When he had last fucked her, she was one hundred, eighteen pounds, sporting perky B-cup tits. Now, at one hundred, sixty pounds, her ass was wider then her shoulders, her tummy protruded in a womanly pot, and her tits were a full C-cup. 

As he undressed her, he could smell her pussy. He remembered her scent well. Since she wore a full-skirted bathing suit, as well as the fact that she was not active sexually, she had not shaved her pussy, which was covered in the classic "T" with her brown cunt bush. Right out of a "Rembrandt" painting, Johnny thought. 

Johnny had not fucked any women except his wife for sixteen years. He intended to make up for it with Joan, this weekend. He knew that she was not going to fly home until Monday. He took his time eating her legs, nibble by nibble. He blew on her pussy. Joan took hold of his head, lifting it. When their eyes met, she gave him an order. "Johnny Duffy, you fuck me, this minute."

On her, he started a rocking motion. When he was full forward, he would tuck his stomach, as his ass shot forward that last two inches to thrust in with considerable speed. Joan had always liked that, he recalled. She, like her daughters is an emotional, moaning, fuck. By the tenth push, she was in orgasm; a steady build up of pleasure, pressure, emotional stirring, that made her sweat, toss her head back and forth, point her toes, finally ending with her large, white ass bucking and humping. Johnny came a short time later.

Wow, was that a ride, a jubilant Johnny thought.

Twenty minutes later, he was riding for all he was worth, again. An hour later, finished for a while, they cleaned up, and finished cleaning the camp. 

When they returned to the bedroom, John rolled Joan onto to her stomach. He put a lubricant on her asshole. While kissing her on the side of the cheek, as he put his cock to her asshole. His wife would not let him fuck her there. Unless Joan made a fuss, he would get his first true "ass," right now. 

It took Joan a few moments to grasp that he was intent on her "other" hole. "Johnny, my husband has not ever done that with me. Johnny?"

As she said that, he placed all his weight on the end of his cock. It, helped by the "Slick," slid into her. She is really tight here, he thought. He lifted her to her knees. In that position, he could paw her tits, as he fucked her ass. Great fun.

By Sunday night, she was giving a satisfying blowjob, accepting a cock in her ass, without blinking an eye, and had John in her pussy using every position that he could think of. John was patting himself on the back thinking that it had been great sex. To her, it was a lot more. This was her return to the lustful sex that she needed so badly. Not only had she fucked, but also she was liberated, sexually, at age fifty-one. She would fuck anyone and everyone she could, when out of her home area, she vowed, during her flight home.

The invitation to come to Mt. Pleasant, with the college, and the casino, there, had her thinking of nothing but sex from the moment that she got the e-mail from Jo Jo. Since both the girls worked all day, she knew that she would have many opportunities to find someone to play with. 

Jack Zuckner, hearing that the girls mother was coming to town, plus that Bart would be away for an extended period of time, decided that he might as well go for a "Home Run," by fucking all the Delaney women. He offered to take them all to dinner the night Joan arrived. 

It was a train-wreck waiting to happen. Joan had heard much about the handsome, widower, doctor, who lived next door. How convenient that he should live next door? She had dreamed that she might get a chance to fuck him. Hearing that she was to eat with him the night that she got there, had her pussy dripping, as she sat reading the e-mail from Jo Jo just before she departed for Mt. Pleasant. 

She placed her hanky in her panties during the drive. It was a good thing that she did.

When she was ready for dinner, after cleaning up, Jo Jo phoned Jack to tell him that they would meet him out front. The moment that Joan saw Jack, she wanted to tell her daughters that they should go along, to the restaurant, because she wanted to get him in a bed, right now. But, one does not say those things to a daughter, so she bit her lip, to spend the dinner clamping her legs together in frustration. As the dinner wore on, Jack shifted his attention, more and more to Joan, a fact instantly observed by both young women. 

Jack excused himself to go use the toilet.

Jo Jo whispered to Joan, "Mother, he is coming on to you. If you encourage him, even a little bit, he will want to have sex with you."

Joan could contain herself no longer. She had to frankly handle this matter. "Girls, your father, who I love dearly, can not have sex. Ruth, you know what heart medicine does to a man's ability to get an erection. When I am out of town, I want to have sex. Jack is a widower. He is a perfect outlet for me. Please say that it is okay and that you won't think less of me? I'm your mother, but I'm a woman, too."

Jo Jo bit her lip, to stop from laughing. She looked at Ruth, who slightly rolled her eyes, as she nodded her head up and down. It was Ruth that broke the silence. "Mother, Jack Zuckner is the best sex a woman could ever want. Both Jo Jo and I have sex with him, all the time. We will tell you the details later. For now, as soon as Jack returns, we will tell him that Jo Jo and I are going to walk to the drugstore on the way home, and that he should take you home. Jack is no dummy. He will know that something is up. He will know that we are providing you to him. Here he comes."

This was too much for Joan to digest, all at once. Just as Jack arrived at the table, Ruth told him of the girls walking home, a distance of half a mile. Joan got up, excused herself, as she went to the ladies room. When she was out of earshot, Jack, who completely understood that all three women expected Joan to join him in his bed, asked?

"Does she know that we are more then just friends?"

"Yes. We just told her." 

"Is it her idea to have sex with me?"

"Yes, Dad can not obtain an erection, so she has had no sex for a long time."

"Easy to understand. I see it all the time in my practice. After a time without sex, the woman will aggressively seek out sex, for sex sake."

Jack displayed a side of him that the girls had not known about. He is an exhibitionist. "I suggest a change of plans. Let me drive you home. Immediately go in to your place, go upstairs, open the bedroom window, go out on the roof, and sit next to my window. Joan will not hear you when she is downstairs with me. Upon going upstairs, I will open the window a couple inches. With the light on, music playing, and my head between hers and the window, she will never know that you are there."

Both women sat in stunned silence. As Joan appeared from the ladies room, Jo Jo said, "Yes."

They drove back to the condo.

Joan consumed her drink at Jack's place, in a hurry. She was in a hurry. She was alone with a good-looking man. If he did not hurry up, she would just drop her dress right there. He noticed her prancing, so took her upstairs. In his bedroom, he stood admiring her body as she removed her clothes. He never tired of seeing a naked woman. It was one thing to put your finger in a woman to examine her, but a far different thing to make love, enjoying a womanly body. With a practiced eye, he planned just how he would mount her, constraining her legs in the air, insuring maximum penetration. 

Both daughters noted that their mother's ass was a third wider then theirs. Her tits are set wide apart, extending out past her body. At age fifty-one, they hung like two grapefruit in plastic bags, well down her chest. There would be the devil-to-pay for all that looseness in just a few minutes. Her tummy had that paunch most woman develop from the loose skin left from having their children. Jack knew that she was built for comfort. His. It was time.

As he dropped his shorts, Joan's eyes widened in amazement. Jack wasted no time. That long finger of his hit pay dirt, her cervix. Her hips rose, lowered, and shifted side to side, until finally she frantically pulled his hand deeper into her, as she came, moaning in just the same tone that Ruth does.

Hearing the moaning, Jo Jo elbowed Ruth in the ribs. 

Jack mounted her. With her legs held forward, inside his arms, it took her fanny, tummy, out of play, as it raised her pussy to where it was in prime position. The end of his cock slid into her wet pussy. He slowly lowered himself into her, until he bottomed, with three inches still outside. A younger woman, he would have finessed, as he had done with Ruth. Joan, having given birth twice, could accept all of him. He worked it in and out three times to spread the wetness.

He pulled almost all the way out. A push, he was half way in. A second push, he was balls deep in her. Her insides extended, she groaned, let out a sigh, while wide eyed in amazement by the stretching of her pussy. His rhythm, both girls knew, only so well. It was his "three-step." He would pull out to the end, wait. Push in half way, wait. Drive it home, wait. The anticipation of each move coming drove Jo Jo, and Ruth wild, as they knew that it would Joan. 

Like a cat meowing in the moonlight, as it is being bred, Joan Delaney was making a constant, steady, eerie moaning sound. Joan tensed. Sweat was running off her face. Jack lifted himself so that his upper body was suspended at arms length, giving his ass the space for him to quicken the thrusts, each pounding her ass. The large white cheeks rippled. Her legs flailed forward and rearward over a foot. Her tits, with all that hanging flesh, weighted at the end with five pounds of round mass, slid a full foot up and down on her chest.

Ruth and Jo Jo now knew why, that when they finished a bout of hard fucking with Doctor Z, that their breasts were inflamed, red, tender, as Joan's were now. They have just started, crossed Jo Jo's mind.

Both young women never dreamed that they would ever watch their mother having sex, let alone with a man other then their father. Watching her now, hearing her moans, wails, groans, shrieks of pleasure, as she was entwined in the mating embrace, was a sight that seemed so right. Fuck her Doc. Fuck her for the next two weeks. Give her the pleasure that you give us, they both thought. 

Her pleadings as she came were so loud that they thought the neighbors would hear. Ruth elbowed Jo Jo, when Jacks white cum showed around his cock, to then run down Joan's ass to the bed. By the third go, Joan was exhausted. Jo Jo whispered in Ruth's ear. "He has just started on her. Will she be okay? It won't kill her, will it?"

Noting that Joan was very tired, Jack rolled her on her stomach, when he was ready to fuck again. He placed a pillow under her, which raised her fanny. Spreading the cheeks of her considerable ass, he inserted his cock in. The slick cum allowed his cock to enter her. Fascinated, both girls watched his cock disappear into their mother's ass. Jack wanted a long, slow, tight fuck. He fucked her in slow motion. When finished, he rolled her so that her cunt, and asshole, was visible to the watchers, to display his handy work. Her openings, the size of half dollars, looked like two large black eyes peering at them.

When Joan left the room to pee, both girls returned to their bedroom, hoping to get some sleep. It was not to be.

Every twenty minutes, the headboard, next door, could be heard, taping the wall, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. It was accompanied, each time, by the meowing sound of Joan's moans. What daughter could sleep, with a sexual master ravishing her mother, just feet from where she lies? Finally at just after five AM, all was quiet.

Two hours later, there was a soft knocking on the rear door. It was Joan. Her hair was wet from just showering. She, like Ruth before her, had her bra and panties in her hand. She stormed into the living room, with a very worried look on her face. The girls followed her. She took off her dress. Naked, she turned away from Ruth and Jo Jo, while bending over. Her hands spread the cheeks of her ass, revealing swollen, red, puffy cunt lips, with two large holes, each the size of a silver dollar. "I'm ruined. If your father sees this, he will throw me out. If my doctor at home sees it, he will conclude that I am a whore."

Both girls cast a glance at each other. "Been there, done that, Mom. Lets show her ours, Ruth," Jo Jo said.

Naked, both girls placed one foot on a chair so that their mother could inspect their cunts. 

"Mom, it will return to normal in an hour, unless, of course, you start again with him, when he comes here for you, as he will."

At that moment, Doctor Jack Zuckner walked into the room, having gained access through the unlocked rear door.

He was carrying bagels, cream spread, plus four cups of coffee, that he had purchased. He set the tray down.

None of the Delaney women moved to cover themselves from the view of this man, who was the object of their lives. He kissed each in turn, as he inserted his index finger deeply in her, just for a moment, clearly indicating his possession of them.

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