Message-ID: <61052asstr$1299406202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: nntp.bt.com!news.bt.com.POSTED!not-for-mail NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 05 Mar 2011 18:54:48 -0600 From: Calliope@giganews.com X-DF-Seen-By: ms X-Original-Message-ID: <2011030600544836073-@news.btinternet.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 User-Agent: Unison/2.1.3 X-Usenet-Provider: http://www.giganews.com X-AuthenticatedUsername: NoAuthUser X-DMCA-Complaints-To: abuse@btinternet.com X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers X-Abuse-and-DMCA-Info: Otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly X-Postfilter: 1.3.40 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2011 00:54:48 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Collected Part 1 "Caught* Lines: 178 Date: Sun, 06 Mar 2011 05:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2011/61052> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge I was thirty-two at the time. I'd recently started as a GP in a small town - more a village really - in the Midlands of England. It was a nice sort of size, I thought, where I could get to know people easily, but where my business wouldn't be everybody else's. I really wanted a change of scene after a messy divorce, and things were looking really rosy. People nodded to me in the street and seemed friendly, the practice I was in was running well, I'd even started seeing another woman. Carrie was a young (36 is still young) mother who lived nearby. We were getting close - had slept together a couple of times. She was pretty, and had a nice sense of humour. One evening, though, I was having a half pint of beer in the pub. Carrie was at a meeting of some kind - I can't remember what - and I was on my own, at a small table in the corner, finishing off my beer before heading home. Or at least that was the plan. I was almost done when Eleanor Watson approached my table. Eleanor was about forty with long red hair. She was substantially built with a large bosom that she seemed to enjoy flaunting and was wearing a tight green t-shirt with the phrase "Weapons of Mass Distraction" on her chest. She looked at the pale contents of my glass and said "Lager? Folk around here will take it most amiss if you don't at least try the local real ale. I'll get you one. I tried to protest that I was about to leave, but she was already on her way to the bar. A number of the people I'd spoken to seemed a little sharp about Eleanor Watson, but I assumed that her brashness lay at the bottom of all that. As she stood with her back to me at the bar I couldn't help admiring the roundness of her backside in her tight jeans; and what would be the harm in one more drink? When she returned carrying a pint of dark brown beer and a shandy I realised it had been a long time since I had had a full pint. She sat down beside me and we talked about life in the town, her job as a designer, my previous post, even Carrie. The beer had a strong hoppy flavour with a slightly bitter aftertaste that I couldn't quite place. As time passed I became increasingly aware of her physical presence next to me; her scent filled my nostrils and I seemed to feel a warmth from her that was profoundly sexual. Indeed I had begun to feel quite warm and light-headed. By the time I had finished my pint My head was starting to spin - I really did seem to have lost my head for drink. We got up to leave and, as we were going through the pub door, I rather lost my balance. Eleanor held me upright and I held onto her shoulders. I heard her say "Don't worry - I'll get you home". There were jumbled disconnected images of a car and a back seat, the sensation of movement, the path up to my door, large breasts in a green t-shirt, the entrance hall of my house and then nothing. Slowly - for hours it seemed - I came round and the room stopped swimming around me. I was relieved to see it was my bedroom ceiling I was looking up at. I was lying on my back on my own bed and the sensation of the sheets against my skin told me I was naked. I made to get up but found I couldn't; my feet and hands were tied in some way that I couldn't see. "Eleanor?" I said shakily "About time" came Eleanor's husky voice from somewhere behind me. I tried to joke about my predicament. "This is awfully kind, but isn't there usually a little more in the way of courtship?" I said. "Oh no" said Eleanor, still out of sight. "This isn't for me. At least not yet. No, it seems you have something of an admirer - a young friend of mine. She's very keen to - well, I'm sure you get the idea". As she spoke there was movement to my right and I turned to look. A young woman got onto the bed with me. She was dressed only in a bra and panties and with a sudden lurch in my stomach I recognised her. "Oh shit! Megan". Megan was Carrie's sixteen year old daughter. She was fairly short with long brown hair and immense blue eyes. I had noticed her breasts before, but in a bra that emphasised her cleavage they looked especially large. She was curvy and her skin was tanned. She started stroking my chest and stomach and I felt that tremble inside that marks the early stages of arousal. "It seems" said Eleanor, "That she's heard you and Carrie going at it and by all accounts Carrie seems to have been satisfied. Megan has developed something of an obsession. She told me all about it and I told her we could do something about scratching her itch." With that Megan sat astride me, the cotton of her panties brushing my cock. She unfastened her bra and her round, beautifully formed breasts spilled into view. I shouldn't have looked - indeed, I tried to look away - but I couldn't help myself. "Megan", I said. "Stop now. We won't ever mention this. You know it's wrong". In response Megan leaned forward and began to kiss my neck and face; her hardening nipples brushing against my chest, her warm soft skin gliding against mine. "Eleanor said you tell you'd say that. You have to. It doesn't mean you don't really want to." "He'll tell you one thing, but his penis will tell you something else," said Eleanor, her husky voice betraying a little excitement. "Why don't you get acquainted?" Smiling Megan began to shuck her way down my body, kissing my chest and my stomach, down until her face was right over my cock. To my shame I could feel it hardening just feeling her warm breath on it. I felt her soft fingers stroking it, curling round it and squeezing gently. Feeling my shaft stiffening, ashamed at my response to my girlfriend's daughter's touch, I said "Please Megan, don't. We mustn't", then I gasped as her warm wet tongue rolled over my glans. A soft moan escaped my lips. I felt her hair caressing my thighs as she moved and then her tongue ran up and down my rapidly firming erection. "See?" came Eleanor's voice from behind my head. "However much he may say he doesn't want it, there's at least one part that wants to fuck you." My now hard cock jerked at the word, then jumped again as I felt Megan's generous lips closing over the head of my cock. Her mouth was warm and moist and wonderful sensations were flooding my groin. I shouldn't have looked, but I couldn't stop myself stealing a glimpse. The sight of my manhood sliding into and out of Megan's pretty mouth, her cheeks caving as she sucked on it, resulted in the hardest erection I think I've ever had. For a while Megan continued to suck my stiff shaft, taking it deeper into her warm mouth. Several times I was close to cumming, but Eleanor guided her to slow down or stop at those points. At, last Eleanor said "Time for the fox to see the rabbit". Megan rose to her feet and stood over me and I realised I was panting slightly. Slowly she pulled down her panties and took them off. Her pussy was surrounded by downy brown hair and she was clearly already aroused. Kneeling over my face she lowered her moist pussy onto my mouth, rubbing it over my closed lips. The musky smell of her sex filled my nostrils, but I resolved not to open my mouth. She leaned back and gripped my cock in her hand and I groaned aloud, my mouth opened and I tasted her pussy juices. Involuntarily my tongue grazed against her clitoris and she gasped, grinding on my mouth. With her free hand Megan began stroking herself, becoming more and more excited and her juices covered my lips. I couldn't help but taste her. I heard movement behind me. Eleanor was moving. I had a terrible fear that she was taking pictures. As if prompted by the motion Megan began again to move down my body until she was again sitting astride my groin. Her damp pussy lay heavily on my erect penis and she rocked on it, ground her clitoris against its hardness and moaned huskily. I suppose I could still have been objecting, but I said nothing as my girlfriend's teenage daughter rose on her knees, took my rigid cock in her hand and positioned it at the mouth of her cunt. Slowly she sank down on my shaft, gasping as it filled her, shivering with lust as it went all the way into her, her ass on my thighs. God, she was tight. Slowly she began to rise and fall, riding my cock. I heard myself grunting as I sank deep into her again and again. Her hands either side of my head she drove herself up and down on my tingling cock. Her firm breasts were shaking as she rode me, and sweat shone on her skin. I couldn't help myself - my hips rose to meet her as she descended on my manhood and I drove myself into her. As she rode me faster and faster I could hear her breath getting more and more ragged. She was groaning and biting her lip as pleasure built up within her. "Oh God...Oh God....Oh God...." she panted as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. By this point I had forgotten all about Eleanor, all about Carrie, all about how I had arrived at this point. All that was real were those perfect firm breasts in front of me and the sensations in my groin. My hands stroked her sides, cupped her breasts and ran over the curves of her ass. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into my hands and cried out "OOOHHHHH GOD!!!" and a sudden warmth flooded over my cock. It was then that I realised. My hands were free, my feet were free. For some time - I didn't know how long - I had been fucking Megan without constraint and Eleanor had no doubt captured every moment. With a sudden rage I rolled Megan off me and turned her on her back. With a single thoughtless move I was between her firm thighs. A look of fear crossed her face for a moment, then she smiled. I drove my still hard cock into her pussy and she cried out - she was clearly now very sensitive. With unreasoning passion I fucked her and took pleasure in her gasps and cries, in her breasts bouncing with each thrust, in the feel of her thighs around my waist, in the sound and the smell and the sweat of sex. Again I heard her cries getting more and more intense. "Fuck me...Fuck me...FUCK ME....FUCK MEEE!!!" she was yelling. As he began to scream out a second orgasm I let out a yell, an intense pleasure filled me and my hot, thick semen surged into her tight pussy. We lay gasping for a while. I was exhausted from the effect of the drug and my exertions and, after a few minutes, I sank again into darkness. When I awoke, Megan was gone, but the dampness and scent of sex remained to tell me I had not imagined it. That and a card that lay on my bedside table that said "Fine show. I'll be in touch. Eleanor". -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+