Doctor Doctor

Doctor doctor.

Elizabeth, Liz to most, had a pretty good life. As a G.P. She had a good job. At forty she had a cracking look, 5' 10", blond shoulder length hair with a slight wave, brilliant smile. Liz had a good husband, aged sixty two, Paul had been a mentor in earlier years, and it just seemed so natural that they got together permanently when his wife left him, taking the two boys. Life was good.

Paul's health had suffered but he had been pulled round, although it left his sex drive almost non existent. Trips to aero racing in the U.S. Holidays in the sun, and the odd business trip abroad and Paul was happy, in particular he had a good looking wife who seldom bothered him in the bedroom, but was assumed by most men to be a bit good in the sack. Life was good.

Liz had had no need to produce or care for children, and could bury herself in being a doctor, a supportive wife and enjoy the odd hobby, holiday and social get together. Life was good. Not great, not exciting, but good.

The surgery had needed some building work doing, a half dozen younger men under an experienced site foreman spent two weeks waltzing about in cut off jeans, big boots and plastic hard hats, all six packs and tans, causing numerous ribald comments among the ladies, not all jokes either.

Liz had taken a real liking to the look of dark haired Jason, no one thing, but a subconscious doctors appreciation of a healthy body, and a women's slightly less subconscious appreciation of a fit young man in his prime.

The old garden shed was a bit unsteady these days, so Paul asked Liz what the builders at the surgery were like. According to those that know about these things Liz told him, the work was of good quality and the price fair. Paul called the firm to arrange a visit to assess the shed.

It was a warm afternoon on Liz's day off, she was preparing some veggies in the sink when there was a knock on the door. Wiping her hands Liz went to the door to find Adonis, that is, Jason, come to look at the shed. Even with a red t-shirt on, his 6' 2"body looked tasty. A sexy smile did no harm to his effect on the ladies.

Naturally Liz led him through to the garden, and asked if he would like a drink. A pint of cold orange squash was in order, and as Liz took it out to him, she caught herself looking at the eighteen year old hard body in totally the wrong way for a married women of forty. Unknown to Liz, he had noticed her doing it too, as he had done at the surgery.

As Jason re entered the kitchen after assessing the work on the shed, Liz concentrated hard on cleaning his glass while avoiding the veg still awaiting attention.

Liz was more than conservative in her dress. She would never leave home in the singlet and track suit shorts she had on now. Even answering the door had meant standing behind it almost as if she were naked. To have Jason come right up behind her and rub his palms hard against her lightly erect nipples, well, she very nearly fainted and she wasn't sure why.

"I can see when you look at me doc," he said in his remarkably deep voice. "Your one of them quiet ones as need watching, you are!"

All Liz could say in response was a gasp, followed by a sharp intake of breath as her nipples were pinched, hard. She did not realise how she pushed her pert bottom against Jason's groin, if asked later she would swear it was him pushing.

Running his hands down Liz's body Jason pulled her a few inches away from the sink and yanked down her shorts and plain panties and pushed two fingers into the damp area between her legs. Even as Liz gasp again, one finger, then quickly the other entered her sex and damn near brought her off right there. The doctor called out everything that was wrong with this scenario.

The woman shoved the doctor into a box and shut the lid. Hard.

Jason was saying how she must be short of good sex to let him behave like this, as he worked his fingers hard and fast in and out of Liz's now sodden hole. Liz was just trying to keep up with her breathing and not let her legs collapse.

It was as he replaced his fingers with his hard velvet rod that Liz's first orgasm (in months) hit her, and she very nearly blacked out. Jason knew how to use this woman instinctively, and pumped her hard and fast, causing her to drop her head between the taps and hold on for dear life.

Three mind blowing orgasms later and Liz felt her young user shove deeper and harder several times and then, with her fourth cum, his seed shoot into her unprotected vagina, deep, deep inside her. And as Jason let her go to slide down onto the cold hard stone floor, she heard him say;

"I'll be back later in the week, with the estimate, I'll give you a proper fucking then doc, all right?"

It took Liz several minutes to pull herself up, and together, and fully understand the young stud's parting words. The doctor screamed, the woman kicked the box and sat on the lid.

Paul noticed that his wife was a bit off. Nothing much, just further extremes of her usual quiet or brightness. Like she wasn't sure which to be. He was going to be away from early Saturday morning, staying overnight at his brothers as he did roughly once a month.

Liz and Paul's brother George, were not good together. He was polite and all, but he rubbed her up the wrong way with some of his attitudes. For instance, he thought she would be good in the sack, and ought to spend more time in it, either with him or his brother, even though George was sixty four he thought he could use her well. He just was not as able as most men to hide it from the woman in question, and it kind of turned her stomach. So Paul visited alone, not quite sure what the pair of them had against each other.

Just after 10.30, as Liz finished putting away the shopping, the door went. Dressed in a full length denim skirt with a loose light blue blouse, Liz opened the door naturally . Then stalled as Jason said "Told you I'd be back." And walked past her into the house.

"Right, now lets just get something straight here right now you young upstart." Said doctor Liz, all professional and all, "First of all I am a married women and must be twice your age. Some respect is definitely in order here!" The doc had got out of the box a while ago.

Jason approached Liz with his hands up in front of his shoulders, palms forward, all acquiescent.

"Quite right Doc, and I apologise whole heartedly. Here, let me make it up to you."

His hands were rubbing her perky, 34 b breasts and pushing her back against the closed front door, and his mouth was kissing hers firmly. Liz tried to push him away but he was strong, muscular, hard, fit, young and healthy.

Oh stop it woman! Called the doctor. Sod off said the woman. Oh Christ thought Liz.

She hadn't noticed Jason's hand undoing her belt and skirt, the thing just fell to her feet as he carried on exciting her right breast and nipple. His kissing stopped and she gasped for air. He ripped her blouse open and took her left nipple in his teeth, through her bra, as his left hand dropped to rub her clitoris through her panties.

"Oh, oh, God no, stop!" Liz managed to say, with all the conviction of a teenager promising to clean the bedroom. "Do not remove anything else." She instructed, unsteadily, as Jason slipped his hand inside her panties and shoved two fingers hard up into her welcoming pussy, and hard pumped her until she came in a flood of juices.

Liz hardly realised she was being turned to face the door and bent over, but she instantly knew when his wonderful cock rammed into her, panties crotch pulled aside, like it was made to fill her up perfectly, and bring her the most intense feelings of, of, of womanly wantonness and fulfilment.

Jason ploughed into his forty year old sex toy in fast, steady strokes, feeling her acceptance and even welcoming of his intrusion into her life and body. Even he didn't notice the Saturday post being put through the door as he fucked the slim, leggy blond doctor for all he was worth. She moaned out an orgasm just before Jason gave a few firmer heaves and spurted his cum into her and held her there until he went limp.

"Right, come on doc." Jason said as he led the bewildered Liz up the stairs. Leaving the skirt by the door Liz was led up to what Jason rightly assumed was her bedroom. Hers and Paul's. The marriage bed. Sanctified territory. Jason pushed her onto the double bed face down, pulling off her blouse in the process.

Liz Rolled over onto her back ready to argue for her rights, her soul even, and then saw the precious velvet pleasure giving rod growing again, as Jason removed his jeans and boxers. She opened her mouth to speak as her legs were lifted to enable the removal of her wet panties. Interrupted again, the Doctor was off balance as the woman shoved her into the box once more, and stamped the lid closed.

She couldn't recall just when her bra came off, or when Jason stopped fucking her like a whore in the missionary position and rammed her doggy style in the middle of the bed. With her head buried and the disgusting wet noises from her pussy, Liz had yet another orgasm as Jason let fly his second load of cum inside her that morning. They were both ready for a breather.

"I, look, we, Oh for Christ's sake!" Liz began, doctor half out of the box. "Look, this is all wrong, all of it. It has to stop. Stop!"

"Yep" Said Jason, softly, "Just as soon as I get bored with it. Until then, We'll fuck as much as I like, and you'll love every inch of it!"

"Now look," Liz began, 75% doctor.

"Oh shut up Doc", Jason interrupted, "If you wanted none of it you would have screamed the place down long before now, and had the coppers round to boot. So don't give me that crap, you want as much of my cock as you can get and you know it!"

"How dare you? Who do, what, I..."

She stopped, having her right nipple tweaked sort of put her off her stroke.

"Look, say the words, look me in the eye and say the words, and I will leave and never see you again. Just say, 'Jason I can live without your cock quite happily thank you' and I will get up now and fuck off." He held her nipple between thumb and mid finger and flicked it rapidly with his index finger.

"Jason, Jason, Ooohh, Jason!" The doctor began, attempting to make a verbal stand since her body seemed quite happy with things as they were.

One finger, just one, gently stroking her clitoris, pushed the doctor back into her box, and the woman, Liz, was pleased to feel the member in her hand begin to harden once more.

Life was, well, somehow, oddly, better. She thought.

Jason left after a short nap, telling the worn out woman to meet him at a pub across town at 8pm. He had selected her clothes but was unhappy with the choices in her wardrobe. Sexy just wasn't in it.

At 7.57pm Liz entered the noisy pub and soon spotted Jason at the bar. Her entrance was only notable because she was older than the average patron. Her walk was little more than a plod, no graceful or sexy walk had ever really entered her mind, and the light mac she had on over her black slacks and white blouse killed what attractive effect the later had.

As Liz was no great drinker, three vodka tonics (ice & lemon) had her more relaxed while she and Jason had a weirdly normal conversation.

"So," Liz posed, "did you bring me all the way here just for a casual drink, or have you got something else in mind?" The nervousness clear in her tone.

"Oh yes, a few more drinks to get you loosened up and it's back to my place where I plan to screw you bandy. What else would I be thinking?"

"I was hoping that you would lose interest after making the conquest. YES" She interrupted him, "I know, I'm here, you've, well, done something to me and I could have stayed home, and I wish I had the nerve to tell you to sod off, but you have to understand I am married, I am a Doctor for heavens sake, and I am old enough to be your damn mother!"

"All true" he replied, "however, underneath all that, I find you very shag worthy, you seem to really enjoy being shagged like a whore," He noticed the redness rise on her cheeks, "And life is too short to pass up a great fuck like you, so get used to it, I want to fuck you plenty and often so I will do nothing to bollocks that up, like get you sacked or something. That's why we met here and not on your doorstep."

Unable to find the words to come back at him, Liz downed the last of her drink and pushed the glass toward Jason, still red in the face.

In the taxi to Jason's flat he had to slap her hand away when she tried to stop him rubbing her crotch. It was bad enough from outside her slacks, but when he went inside and worked two fingers into her moist slit, Liz had to really concentrate in order not to call out her orgasm and confirm the drivers suspicions.

As they walked up the path to the door to the block, Jason pulled undone the fourth and fifth buttons of Liz's blouse. As requested she had left three undone, but not being built like Pamela Anderson meant not very much was on show, even now, but Jason was satisfied because he knew what was there, and he knew the open blouse would work on his little sex playmate's mind, and body.

In the lift, (three floors) holding her mac Jason told Liz to remove her bra. "you know, that thing you women do without taking your shirt off too." He said.

Liz was startled when the lift stopped and opened but was glad to see no one was about to see her still removing her plain white C & A bra, which she quickly stuffed into a pocket and followed Jason to his door.

Aroused but still nervous Liz could only comply when Jason told her to take off her low healed boots and sit down on the couch. As she did so he produced more V & T for her, a strong one, and sat beside her.

"So," the eighteen year old muscular builder began, "What are you like at blow jobs darlin?"

Taken back somewhat, Liz simply nods, recalling less than half a dozen times during medical training when she was drunk enough to try it, but not being a fan. Jason removes his jeans and pants, letting his half hard member free.

"Well, you know you're going to sooner or later, so get down to it." Jason instructs his love hostage.

Liz reluctantly tries her best, but after a few minutes Jason responds; "O.K. We can work on that, well, you can, right now get naked and prepare to be well fucked."

Liz didn't like the way Jason was talking to her and yet, she couldn't help but follow his lead. Removing her clothes as if simply getting ready for bed rather than in a sexual way, she couldn't help but feel turned on by her situation. She knows how wrong it all is, but at the same time feels that some kind of need is being fulfilled.

Being licked to two orgasms, her bottom just off the edge of the couch, and then fucked like a blow up doll until she came again made Liz feel dirty, slutish and very satisfied. Befuddled by her post orgasmic funk, she was surprised when Jason's cock was pushed into her mouth and, without warning, fired several bursts of semen into her mouth, almost making her choke. When her nose was pinched and she had to swallow her first ever mouthful of cum, she was repulsed and yet somehow proud at the same time.

"Good girl" said the provider of the cum, less than half her age, "now lets get to bed so I can fuck you good and proper."

"For Gods sake Jason," Liz said, "have some respect will you. You" Liz stalled as her young sex partner interrupted.

"You can leave if you like. I wont stop you. But can you honestly say you don't like being used as a sex toy? Will you happily go without my cock ever again? After a pause of several seconds he continued; "Right, ask me nicely and I'll fuck you. Say good bye and you can leave. Which is it?"

After several more seconds Liz replied; "Please fuck me. This is completely wrong, but please fuck me."

"Right," Said Jason. "Through that door, lie on the bed and prepare to play the whore, Doctor!"

Liz was all over the place. Confused by conflicting feelings, dirty, unfaithful and irresponsible, excited, turned on and proud to have attracted a vibrant young male, most definitely without even trying. The opposite in fact.

She came hard as Jason had her ride him, working her pelvis willingly to pleasure them both while Jason admired her bouncing breasts. Her shoulder length hair flying wildly as she writhed in orgasm was really sexy Jason thought, it was a shame that this lovely fuck walked more like a weary farmer in a muddy field than a hot blond woman.

Jason rolled the recovering doctor underneath him and began to plough her hard, working for just his own benefit now, and taking pleasure in the look of sexual joy on Liz's face. The squelchy noises coming from their union confirming her enjoyment, Jason bent down to worry on a nipple until with a low cry he heaped more fluid into his woman, which made her explode into another orgasm.

The Doctor seemed to be less offended now, muttering disgust from the side lines behind the box, while watching the woman enjoy herself.

It was an uncomfortable ten days. Paul had obviously noticed his wife was behaving oddly, but said nothing, putting it down to 'a woman thing'. It wasn't unusual for Liz not to go to Reno for the air races, but she seemed somehow nervous about her decision. As they waved goodbye at Heathrow Liz got a most odd feeling. The feeling was centred in her groin.

Jason had told Liz to meet him near a hotel a forty minute cab ride away from home. Standing in the lay by for seven minutes, Liz felt uncomfortable in the skirt Jason had provided for her. A straight pencil skirt, dark blue, it was fine as she stood still. The slit up the front of her left thigh was a major cause for concern as it opened a wide gap whenever she moved or sat. It went well with a white blouse tucked in, a light jacket and medium heels. These were less tricky than she'd expected, but still needed concentration sometimes.

Jason pulled his van into the lay by and whistled at her, wolf style. Blushing, Liz approached the van, shocked to see another person in the front. "Liz, meet Sniffer, Sniffer, meet Liz."

Jason took Liz and her small holdall to the back of the van, climbing in with her and sitting them down on the two seat bench behind the driver seat. Liz looked at him questioningly, glancing at Sniffer as he moved into the driving seat and began to join the traffic.

A stern look from Liz elicited an explanation, "Of course you won't have seen internet porn, well there's these ones where birds get picked up and screwed in the back of a moving van, and yes, like this one, with windows. Always wanted to try that!"

"You have to be bloody joking!" Doctor Liz exclaimed. "And what the hell is he doing here?"

"Driving of course, Look, don't start, you know the deal, now get naked while I roll out the mattress back there."

Liz was stunned for several moments, she knew the arguments, and the answers, so, angrily and reluctantly, she removed her clothes as low down as she could, trying to hide from other road users and pedestrians.

Jason was on the thin foam mattress, working his hard on with one hand. Liz always got a warm feeling when she saw his pole, but it was fighting with her nerves. Jason guided her down beside him as she tried to forget that Sniffer would hear and likely see it all.

A couple of minutes of finger work soon had Liz feeling more acceptable of the adventure into kinkiness. As Jason suckled her left nipple Liz caught a glance in the mirror where there was an image of the tall, gangly dark haired youth grinning widely. Jason chose that second to rub her button and she suffered an embarrassing minor cum.

Jason put her on her hands and knees to feed her his length, making her sigh as he entered her wetness. A couple of minutes of steady thrusting and Liz had momentarily forgotten just where they were. Her orgasm was building up as Jason grabbed her by her breasts and lifted her up to where she needed to put her hand on the window to steady them. And that was when she looked out of the back window and into the eyes of an Asian looking lorry driver with a big grin on his face.