Message-ID: <40146asstr$1041207004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <hangten@nym.alias.net> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021229180523.8684.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: "Frederick T." <hangten@nym.alias.net> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 29 Dec 2002 18:05:23 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} "The Concert"{Frederick T.}(MF oral)[1/1] Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2002 19:10:04 -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/Year2002/40146> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Author: Frederick T. Title: The Concert Part: 1 of 1 Universe: Summary: Keywords: (MF oral) Language: English -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- @(C) 2002 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML) and/or the American Cancer Society. !!!!! WARNING !!!!! WARNING !!!!! The following story depicts many themes, not all of them worthy of public commentary. All characters, events and happenings are the result of a very active imagination and have no basis in the world as we know it. The themes for the most part are for mature audiences. Some may call them smutty or pornographic. You are forewarned. Many of the activities described here are illegal all over the world. This is meant to question that fact and not only in a medicinal sense. But for now that is the only toe hold available regardless of what the Supreme Court said about the Oakland Growers Association or whatever. Unless, that is, you hold success for the Nevada initiative that will legalize adult (21 years or older) possession of up to 3 oz. Latest polls show the initiative running close to 50/50 with those opposed leading slightly. (It was trounced by an anti-drug coalition of police, mother's against drunk driving and a local newspaper. One of their editors was killed in a traffic accident caused by a "only stoned on marijuana" teenager.) Young minds are being counseled against the abuse of illegal substances. Society should be applauded for instituting such advice. The intent here is not to argue against this counsel but question the counselors. It is also not to criticize the fine police forces that are employed in the free world. They are charged with a truly difficult task and are doing their best to keep society free from dangerous criminals...And they do a damn outstanding job ! As always e-mail your comments to the usual. The Concert (MF oral) by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution Saturday Memorial Day Weekend 2001 The Silver Bowl Clark County, Nevada It was just a little after four-thirty in the afternoon. The temperature was in the high nineties with a stiff wind out of the Northeast. The humidity was a little high, but all in all not as bad as it could have been. Jessie took a swig of her beer while listening to one of the warm up bands. She had never heard of them but then Jessie wasn't much into music. Her cup was empty so she stood and yelled down the row. "Yo ! Anyone want a beer ?" A couple of her girl friends raised empty cups and Jessie was off to get more beer. And take a piss too ! They'd come too early and it was hotter than hell. The women, as usual, had to wait in line. She was still high from the dope but by the time the main act showed up she'd be movin' on both alcohol and marijuana. She noticed a bright, green marijuana leaf bobbing and weaving through the crowd. It was large and embroidered on this guy's baseball cap...right smack dab in the middle of the front of this guy's baseball cap. There was some spanish too but Jessie didn't get a good look at it. He was by her. Now she was following his shirt, a real loud hawaiian looking thing..... .....She had a box with six beers in it. The fucking things had cost a mint. And how about bottled water ? Shit ! It's more expensive than gasoline ! You don't hear people getting wound up about that. She glanced up the stairs to make sure nobody was going to jostle her. There he was ! Jessie concentrated on climbing the stairs and balancing the six beers. All she could see was his baseball cap. It looked like he was sitting right in front of her. She took a look when she stopped at the end of the row. Yea ! It was him...An old man, too ! The shirt was hard to miss but it was the baseball cap that interested her. Her friends had brought lots of dope and as soon as the main act hit the stage this row was going to climb to the heavens. She wondered if the old man was a stoner or just wearing some cap his kids got him for father's day ? The next act was setting up. It was still hot as hell and the wind was really blowing...Like opening the oven and getting that draft of hot air in your face. The music started again but Jessie had no idea who was playing ? Her friends were standing and moving to the rhythm. Jessie followed suite. While standing she got several whiffs of marijuana and thought her friends had started without her. She kept looking around but was never able to catch someone taking a hit off a joint or a pipe. It was starting to get dark as the second act finished up their set and some of her friends were starting to crash. A girl down at the other end was passed out on the ground, out in the isle. There was a max exodus to the heads and beer bars at the intermission. It was totally dark by the time Jessie got back to her seat. The crowd was rather subdued, waiting for the banner act. Some of her friends had started a joint down the isle. Jessie took a couple of hits before passing it back. It wasn't very good shit but they had a shit load of joints; enough to get through the next two hours or so. Everyone said that this act really gives a long show. Jessie was looking forward to it. The banner act was into their first number and Jessie had just passed the joint back. She thought she might be a little fucked up because she thought she saw the old man take a huge drag off a cigarette. No one smoked a regular cigarette like that. She watched him for a while but didn't catch him smoking again. While watching him, Jessie started cracking up. The old man was bobbing and weaving around like he was dancing. Shit ! He was even moving his feet sometimes. A new joint was passed to her...Maybe two, three hits taken off it. On a whim, Jessie leaned forward and tapped the old guy's shoulder. She was cupping the joint in the hand she was tapping him with. He turned to look and Jessie opened her hand a bit. "Aaah...No thanks, miss." A polite old bugger. She didn't even see his face. It was masked by the bill of his cap and the spanish said something like, "The green is life." She was passing the joint back down the isle when she felt the tug on her shorts. It kind of freaked her out and she turned quickly to find the old man holding out what looked like a cigarette to her. She knew she looked puzzled. He was now looking up at her. He wore glasses, bifocals. He was holding his breath and squeaked out, "Try this." Jessie took the cigarette and immediately knew it was marijuana. It reeked of the smell of hemp. She was taking a gigantic hit. The old man had turned back and was dancing again. Jessie was reaching out to get the old man's attention when the buzz of the marijuana rushed through her. She felt like someone had plugged her into a wall socket. She was frozen and the old man was really moving in front of her. The girl next to her passed out and came crashing into Jessie when she fell to the pavement. Jessie grabbed on to the old man to maintain her balance. The old man almost lost his. "Oh ! Wow ! Man !" It was the old man and Jessie started laughing. "Sorry...My friend passed out." Jessie handed him the joint. He immediately took a huge rip and passed it back to her. Her passed out friend was sprawled out in front of the seats and Jessie could hardly stand up without bothering the people next to her. She was taking a hit off the joint when the old man reached out and grabbed her elbow. She kept hitting off the joint as he helped her over the seat back and now she was standing on his seat and had plenty of room. The old man was back to dancing and Jessie was in orbit. She started moving and it appeared that the two of them were dancing together. The song ended and while the band drank from water bottles, Jessie and the old man passed the joint back and forth. If her conscious friends noticed that she was standing in the old man's seat, they took no notice. The next song started and the old man was an endless supply of energy. His movements were non-stop as the band wailed out one of their favorites. Jessie could see the old man was singing the words. She was watching the old man's hands instead of the band. He was now almost facing her. His head came to about the middle of her stomach and there was not much room between them. His hands came so close to her. It became a game, both of them trying to move about without touching each other. She wasn't sure who touched who first but after the first brush, there was a lot more touching. Mostly it was hands but once or twice his forehead ran into her tits. He took no notice but Jessie knew. His hands were running up and down her sides from her hips to just below her breasts. He wasn't touching her but almost; and as she moved, his hands and her body came into contact. She felt electric ! When the song ended both of them were sweating profusely. The old man took off his hat and wiped his forehead with a towel he kept tucked in the back of his shorts. He offered it to her. The joint and the old man's water bottle went back and forth a couple of times and then the music started again. The two of them were moving together and took off right where they left off. It wasn't long before the old man's hands were brushing Jessie's tits every once and a while. Jessie could feel him become bolder. Oh ! He wasn't grabbing them or anything, just brushing them with his hands. She raised her arms above her head and the old man slowly buried his face right between her breasts. Jessie shimmied back and forth in front of him and felt his teeth working on the top button of her blouse. She kept moving in front of him and he kept working her blouse open. Jessie was too excited to do anything except glance to the sides to see if anybody was watching them. He had his mouth on her bra before she lowered her hands to his shoulders. His mouth was sucking on the bare skin above her bra, sucking lots of her breast meat into his mouth. She could feel his tongue on her skin. Jessie was more than turned on; her dancing becoming more of an erotic humping. Her lower belly was bouncing off the old man's chest as he feasted on her bare breast meat. His hands were holding on to her hips and Jessie was electric with passion. The song was ending and Jessie hugged the old man's face to her breasts as the final notes echoed through out the stadium. The lights came up a bit and Jessie jerked away from the old man. She was hitting on his water bottle when she realized that her blouse was open to her waist. Her bountiful breasts were almost bare...One of her areolae visible above the top of her bra. She closed her blouse and noticed the old man smiling at her. Jessie smiled back and took a giant rip off the joint he was offering. She didn't even bother checking out whether her friends were watching her and the old man. She was enthralled with him. The music started again and they were electric. His face was back in her cleavage and his hands were on her hips. He pushed his chin against her breast until he caught the cup of her bra with it and then popped her right breast out of it's cup. His mouth devoured a very large mouthful of white breast meat and soon he was teasing her nipple with his tongue. Jessie was moving wildly in front of him and his mouth was going crazy on her chest. Her other breast was free of it's confines and he was alternating between them, sucking and nibbling on her nipples. When his hand ran up the inside of her left thigh and nestled itself right against her crotch, Jessie came...Thrusting her crotch against the man's hand until the sensation ended and then moved about slowly as he continued to massage her crotch and suck on her tits. Like he knew there wasn't time to get her off again the old man slowly removed his hand from her crotch and closed her blouse after removing his mouth from her now bare breasts. Her bra was pulled down below her breasts and held them up somewhat better this way than the cups did. The water and joint ritual began again. Jessie had forgotten about her friends. She wanted to experience another orgasm. Her hands remained on the old man's shoulders while the old man tipped the water bottle for her and held the joint while she sucked on it. The music started up and they were both at each other. There were no pretenses now ! Jessie was shaking her bare breasts at him and his eyes were slits staring at them. Her hands were massaging his shoulders and there was no doubt in the old man's mind that this young woman would fuck his brains out if the stadium was empty. His hands were busy on her thighs...Up and down and then running the back of his hands up and down the inside of her thighs. She shivered. He crossed his hands and took a hold of the inside of her thighs. God ! He was no where near her crotch but she damn near had another orgasm. The climax of the song was being belted out on stage. The old man rushed both of his hands up into her crotch. Jessie squatted so that he could get them both between her legs. He was ravaging her crotch, massaging her cunt. She came, losing her balance and falling into the old man. He sat her in his seat and stood between her legs. Jessie could see the lump of his desire in his shorts, even with the long hawaiian shirt hanging down below his crotch. The old man continued to dance and it wasn't long before Jessie was groping his boner every few seconds. Everyone was looking forward, watching the band. Her hand snaked up the leg of his shorts and she felt his naked cock...Hard as snot. Moments later she was jacking off his bare dick. He kept moving to the music but his eyes were closed and he was starting to thrust to the rhythm of her hand sliding up and down his cock. Moments later, when the band was beginning to close out a song, he pulled her hand out from inside his shorts. His boner was making a tent in his shorts and Jessie laughed. The old man passed her the water and joined her laughter. Jessie watched his cock jerking around in his shorts. She looked up at him. He was smiling down at her. The band was just starting the next number when Jessie slowly pulled the old man's fly down. The zipper moved freely and in just a moment his bare dick was pointing out of his fly. Jessie looked up. The old man was dragging off the joint. He held it out to her then leaned down and whispered. "Don't get them mixed up." He chuckled a bit and then straightened up. Jessie took a huge drag off the joint. The band was well into the next number yet neither of them moved. The old man's dick was kind of keeping time with the music as he made it dance in his fly. Jessie was staring at it and starting to laugh. His hands were on her shoulders and she knew what he wanted her to do. She wanted to do it. Her mouth closed the distance and she began to lick his cock. If the band hadn't been blasting out their number I'm sure a lot more of the crowd would have looked over at them. If Jessie noticed the stares of those around them, it didn't deter her from gobbling up the old man's cock. He started moving immediately and his hands were digging into her shoulder muscles. She was obsessed with getting him off before the song ended and began bobbing her head back and forth. That was all it took and the old man blew a load into her mouth. Jessie had gargled mayonnaise before and took two or three big swallows. You have to keep ahead of the game when swallowing semen. Get behind the power curve and you had cum all over your clothes. The old man was still moving but much less urgently. Jessie spit his dick out of her mouth. It was losing it's turgidness quickly. Jessie looked around and found no one paying much attention to them. She gobbled him up again and he bent at the waist. His hands were around her waist from behind and reaching into her crotch. He was massaging her pussy again and it wasn't a minute before she came in a loud squeal. The old man lifted her to her feet. They hardly fit in the space in front of the seat. She was being propelled down toward the isle and now she was skipping down the steps. They were in the tunnel when he kissed her. His mouth was dry. His breath smelled of hemp. His hands were in her blouse and mauling her bare tits. Her nipples were erect and hard as nails. He was pinching and twisting them. She was grinding against him..... .....They were out in the parking lot. A couple of cops had given them the once over...Probably figuring that she was his daughter. The old man slid back the side door to the van and in she climbed. She hadn't sat yet when the door slid shut. The old man was moving past her on the mattress. She knew they were going to fuck. She was hot for it. He was passing her the hose from this huge bong that was strapped to the side of the van. The hit she took snapped her head back against the side of the van. The old man put his finger to his lips and whispered, "Shsssss..." ##### Jessie's friends were wandering though the parking lot on the way to their cars. They were wandering by a beat up old van when somebody yelled out. "Anyone see Jessie ? Did she leave early ?" A chorus of voices spewed out several answers...None of them right. The girls were several rows away from the van when it started bouncing around on it's suspension. If they'd been closer they might have heard Jessie's voice...But they were too far away and soon lost interest in their lost friend. end -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: 2.6.2 iQCVAwUBPguj0Zo9y+4wL+b1AQEBSgQAjUjqFvpFDUI9er9Uy6f8xmHhDIReS8qB lbnoiqXRg3GZhdOxGZ/UbTH8nBzU75SSf9/phBMH8kC32wLdmqSyVx4Mow+d5PIJ bfT2nysbXEZrLcn2GFA10cBKwvLPPUt500wyNISfSlDJqVBv/hi14FssvlMhMw+p 5WPEAc76I0U= =kPLE -----END PGP SIGNATURE----- -- 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> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+