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Subject: {ASSM} Collected Part 1 "Caught*
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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".

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