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From: "Frederick T." <hangten@nym.alias.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "The Concert"{Frederick T.}(MF oral)[1/1]
Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2002 19:10:04 -0500
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Author: Frederick T.
Title: The Concert
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: 
Summary:
Keywords: (MF oral)
Language: English

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   @(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


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