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Subject: {ASSM} The Picnic (M/F, Romance)
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Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2004 20:10:06 -0400
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This story depicts two people doing stuff that a lot of people think
is icky. (read: sex)  So if you aren't into it, or if you're under
legal age, or if this is illegal in your area then go visit
Scarletteen or watch SpongeBob.  This is story is copywrite and may
only be reprinted with permission attainable at jmp320@yahoo.com



  The Picnic



 The small, green convertible MG rolled down the red dirt road kicking
up a cloud of dust and debris as it made its way through the cotton
fields and past the farms of the countryside.  The man behind the
wheel adjusted his sunglasses and combed his hand through his thinning
black hair and began laughing at something the thin, voluptuous woman
sitting next to him was saying.
  
  "David, why do you yanks always have to drive so fast on these
crummy old roads?"  She asked, adjusting the scarf she had tied over
her loose brown hair.
  "It's all about being raised out here, you just get used to it," he
answered, steering the MG through a  rough corner and past a small
farmhouse whose yard was cluttered with the rusting wrecks of old
pickups.  The brunette sitting beside him leaned over in her seat and
gave him a kiss on the cheek.
  
  "You know, it's not so different from driving in the city, it's just
that you don't have to stop for traffic," she said loudly, struggling
to be heard over the roar of the car's small engine.
  
  David piloted the MG through the farmlands and past scrawny herds of
cattle and cotton fields eventually pulling into a road marked for the
national forest.  The red dirt changed to a thick, chunky gravel that
spewed from the wheels of the small car.  The road began twisting and
turning precariously as it climbed into the mountains.  The scattered
farmlands changed to think pine forest and after passing over an old
wooden covered bridge the two pulled onto a small side road into an
old graveyard.
  Pulling the MG into a turnaround he parked it and pulled the hand
brake.  The ancient weathered marble slabs stuck up like broken teeth
on the small knoll surrounded by the forest.
  "So this is the place you told me about?"  The woman asked, pulling
the scarf from her long, dark hair and placing it between the seats. 
She opened the door on her side and stood up, straightening the brown
flowered sundress that loosely adorned her full frame.  The man also
stood up and reached into the small backseat and pulled out a picnic
basket.  The woman came around the car and put her arm in his.
  "So show me around," she said demurely.
  
  The two walked up the small knoll passing the weathered stones. 
Some had lost all recognizable inscription but others still bore names
and dates and symbols.  The most common were the initials C.S.A. for
the Army of the Confederacy.  The humble markers dated back a hundred
and fifty years to the local boys who had answered the call for
rebellion in the war between the states.  The couple walked up to a
broad, ancient live oak and sat down beneath its overhanging branches.
 David placed the basket on the ground.
  
  "How about some wine, Princess?"  He asked, smiling at the woman.
  "I'd love some," she answered.
  
  David sat against the smooth bark of the oak's roots and opened the
basket.  He pulled the Pinot from inside and two plastic cups, after a
moment with a winescrew he had the bottle opened and poured.
  
  "To ten years, Princess," he said, smiling at the woman beside him.
  "Ten good years," she replied, sitting next to him and sipping her
glass.
  
  The two laughed and chatted, opening up the basket to retrieve
homemade sandwiches and potato chips.  The woman was giggling as she
finished her third glass of wine.
  
  "So are you sure you'll be able to find your way back home out of
the wood?"  She asked, her tawny cheeks rosy with the wine.
  "Shit, girl, I was raised in these woods, I could carry you out if I
had to," he commented, feeling the buzz of the alcohol in his head.
  "Mmm, so you want to carry me?"  She asked, reaching her hand up to
his broad chest.  She was fingering the thick muscles he had built
swimming every day.
  He reached his hand, the one not holding the glass up and held hers.
 "Well, on second thought I don't know if carrying you would be so
good an idea, we aren't kids anymore."
  
  "You're right about that, old man," she said laughing at the way he
scrunched his eyes together.
  The two leaned into each other beneath the warm spring sun, its pale
gold light making the shadows of the forest around them mysterious and
foreign.
  "I don't get to spend nearly enough time out here anymore," he mused
in reflection.
  "That's what happens when you have careers, but would you trade it?"
 She asked, laying her head on his shoulder.
  "I don't think I'd trade it," he replied, taking a drink.
  "You smell good," she said tracing her hand up to the side of his
cheek.  He leaned in closer to her.
  "Mmm," he murmured, "this wine is going straight to my head."
 "Hrmm, that gives me an idea," she said reaching her face up to kiss
his neck.
  "Oh, I've got you thinking, have I?" He smiled and reached his hand
up and caressed her jawline.
  
  "Only bad, bad thoughts," she said, looking up into his eye and
biting her lip bottom lip mischievously.  Her left hand slid down from
his chest over his stomache, now growing softer with age, and to his
belt.  She deftly flicked open the black leather and unsnapped the
button of his jeans.  Her head lowered from his chest down to his
stomache and rested there.
  
  "You don't have to do this, Princess," He added, his breath starting
to quicken.  His hand went down to stroke her hair.
  
  "Hush, David, just enjoy it," she murmured.  With her left hand she
pulled the zipper down and reached through the fly of his boxers to
his slowly hardening prick.  It was lolling, roughly turgid from its
base and the purple head was starting to round out with blood.  "Every
time I see it it's like the first time."
  
  David leaned his head back against the tree and closed his eyes. 
She leaned her face in closer and smelled him, smelled the rough
animal scent of  male and planted a little kiss on his cockhead.  He
gave a small moan above her.  She reached down with her right hand to
the base of his dick and gave it a firm pull, freeing it from his
shorts.  She reached back and smoothed her hair out of her face then
gave a testing little lick on the surface of the glans.  He was
breathing harder above her, his eyes closed in the sensation.
  "Tell me what I want to hear, David," she said, rubbing the head of
his cock on the side of her cheek.
  "I love you, Princess," he said smiling in pleasure.
  
  She pulled his prick to full extension and pulled it into her mouth,
smoothly tasting him with her tongue.  She felt him harden fully in
her mouth, the very tip nudging the back of her throat.  She started
sucking him, moistening his shaft fully with her spit and squeezing
and stroking it with her right hand.  He was groaning in response to
her ministrations, his breath panting in rhythm to her strokes.  She
kept a slow and even pace, then stopped pulling him out of her mouth
with a small pop.  She jacked his cock in quick even strokes, and
slapped the edge of it against her cheek.  She looked up at him, "You
taste divine, lover."
  
  "You're driving me crazy, Princess," he responded through haggard
breaths.
  "Hrmm, perhaps I'll get a little more creative," she purred.  She
got on her knees between his legs and pushed them wide.  Now slowly
jerking his prick she reached down and licked it from its base to it
tip.
  "Tastes like ice cream." she said staring up at him and giggling.
  "Just finish me off, Princess," he groaned in response.  He opened
his eyes and stared down at her.
  
  "Not quite yet, lover," she responded.  Letting go of his cock she
pulled herself erect to her knees.  She reached up with both hands and
drew down the thin straps of the sundress.  "Oh, what do we have
here?" She queried as her round, full breasts popped free of the
restraining material.  Her dark nipples were perfect round pegs
jutting out.  He took a quick indrawn breath at the sight of them.
  
  She reached her hands down to grasp his cock in both hands and began
squeezing and stroking it, twisting her hands in opposite directions. 
She leaned forward and let her breasts dangle against his glans.  His
hips were now grinding in response to her strokes and he was panting
quickly and moaning.  She sat upright and gave a little shimmy.
  
  "You like?" she said smiling again.
  "Uh, yeah, I do," he managed to say between breaths.
  
  "Now I'll finish you off, if you're a good boy," she stated, pulling
at her erect nipples with her hands.  She reached down and took him
fully into her mouth with both her hands encircling and stroking his
shaft.  She bobbed her head as he nudged her further and further into
throat until finally there was no more room for her hands.  She
reached her her long nailed hands down to his hips and dug them into
the tender flesh of his buttocks.  He was groaning now in response to
the guttural slurping sounds coming from her mouth.
  
  "Mmm, I don't think I can hold out much longer Princess," he stated
in long drawn out gasps.
  
  She only redoubled her efforts, moving his thick cock out of her
mouth until only the head was in her lips and then deep, so that the
shaft went down her throat.  His hips began to buck of their own
volition.  He was groaning in thick, convulsive movements.
  
  "Uh, uh, I'm, going, to come," he managed to grunt out in thick
words.
  She pulled his bouncing cock from her throat and pointed it at her
fully aroused breasts, she again circled his shaft with both hands,
twisting and jerking it as his semen boiled up from his balls in great
spurts.  Gobs of semen splattered her tits in wets slaps as he moaned
in pleasure, his hips grinding under her hands.  For what seemed like
an eternity he was held there, locked between her squeezing hands as
they milked his cock of all come.
  
  "Mmm, did you like that David," she said, rubbing his semen into her
breasts.  "I want to smell you all day."
  He was unable to reply, totally spent from his exertion and her
expert handling.
  "So what did, you get for me this anniversary?"  She added, pulling
the straps of the dress back on her shoulders.
  "A new pair of slippers, but I think we should head into to town to
the jewelry store instead," he panted looking at his beautiful wife.
  "Smart boy," she said smiling.

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