Message-ID: <52974asstr$1138781403@assm.asstr.org> X-Original-To: story-submit@asstr.org Delivered-To: story-submit@asstr.org From: RussellMagill@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <1e4.4b6095fb.3111560b@aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2006 19:08:43 EST Subject: {ASSM} Celtic Fest {Rusty Magill} (MF) X-Original-Subject: (no subject) Lines: 110 Date: Wed, 01 Feb 2006 03:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr.org/Year2006/52974> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-admin@asstr.org> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@asstr.org> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw Celtic Fest {Rusty Magill} (MF) Sitting on the hill, with that stately mansion framed behind, was a young lady with a short white skirt and a green sleeveless vee neck shirt with flipflops. She was leaning back on her arms watching the activity below. The tents and crowds of people flowing over the green field. A swirl of bagpipes fills the air as a band of plaid clad musician march across the field. Celtic Fest, a wild time for all the gallic people to enjoy the their heritage. "May I join you", and older man asks the young lady. "Hi. My name is Terry, and I am celtic and would like to sit and talk with you lassie." "I'm Maggie, pull up some grass, it is all free". They talked for quite awhile, relaxing and enjoying the festivities. After an hour, they got up and went down to the field and and browsed the booths and sipping on sodas, they walked down a lane to the parking lot and then towards the river and into the woods. This park has many roads and walking trails. Walking along for a while they moved deeper into the woods, talking and laughing. The sounds of the fest muted. Coming to a picnic area, tables and benches and even a bike rack. To one side stood a stately tree, a high thick trunk and branches spreading wide. A big old chestnut tree. "You know what they call this tree", Terry asks? "No. What do they call this tree," Maggie asks in return. Taking her hand in his, Terry leads her up to the base of the tree and says, "this is the Kissing Tree". Leaning her against the trunk, he brushes her lips, and then presses them to her parted mouth. She opens her lips and her tongue licks his lips and then probes his mouth. Body leaning forward, Terry feels the mounds of breasts and the jut of hip. Chest to chest and groin to groin, Maggie sandwiched between the flesh of Terry and the roughness of the tree bark on her back and cheeks. Terry's hand reach up and cup the fullness of Maggie's breasts, round and full and soft. Maggie's hands trail down Terry's back and pulls his hips tighter against hers. Her hands push down the back of his jeans and pulls his tee shirt out and then fingers caress the small of his back. Scratching along the top of his cheeks. Terry's hand now have pulled up the green shirt and the thin satin material of the bra does not hide the pointed nipples peeking. Quickly unhooking the front clasp, the breasts spring free, the red pointy tips standing straight out. Maggies fingers have now worked around to the front of the jeans and unbutton and then pulls down the zipper. Pushing at the jeans they slide down Terry's legs. A quick jerk and his red jockey's follow. Now naked fromt he waist down, his cock is swaying in the air and then straightens and hardens further. Maggie pulls her skirt up and pushes her panties down and they slide about her ankles. Hand lock around Terry's cheeks and his cock is pulled hard against Maggie's pussy. With her fingers, she pushs the cock down and now it is wedged against the pussy lips, probing but not able to gain entry from above. Maggie flexs on her toes and raising up and down, her swelling lips rub against the length of the veined flesh. Breasts crushed between and Maggie's head pushed to Terry's chest. Lips now sucking on his neck and shoulder. Terry is now flexing his knees, so that the ride is longer going down and longer going up. Maggie's lips are wet, and taking one of Terry's hands, she pushes his finger hard against her clit and rub it back and forth. Her hot breath, is ragged and panting. Teeth break flesh and then her hips are now bucking against Terry's body and hand. Slowly she relaxes and lifts up her head and opens her eyes. Straighening they touch lips and then Maggie spins Terry around so that now he is against the tree. Dropping to her knees, she looks up into his face and then her hands grasp his cock and her lips touch the mushroom head. Blowing gently, and then the lips part and her tongue swirls around the head and then it slides between her lips and they quickly close on the head and her mouth sucks at it as her tongue laves the swollen gland. Left hand now cupping his balls and sack, right hand encircled at the base of the shaft, Maggie' mouth slides down the shaft till her lips touch her hand. Then tongue swirling, her lips slide back up till they are sucking on the head, and then back down again. A slow rhythm of up and down. Then pulling the cock all the way out, her teeth nip along the shaft and then her lips suck at the balls in the sack. First one and then the other rolling them around in her mouth. Again she sucks on the head and compresses her lips tight to the shaft. Sucking hard, tongue licking, a fast up and down, Terry's hands on the back of her head, to keep her from letting it slip out. Milking with mouth and hand, the juices are now drawn up the shaft. Pushing hard on Maggie's head, Terry's hips push forward as spurt after spurt of warm fluid fills Maggie's mouth. Swallowing she sucks and sucks till the last drop is drawn out of the shaft. Licking at her lips, Terry draws her to her feet and then kisses her deep, sharing tastes of their mouths. They kiss long and deep for a few minutes and then Terry leads Maggie over to a picnic table and bench. Kneeling on the bench with her body lying forward, Terry leans over and licks at her hot wet pussy. Tongue licking and lips sucking lips. Well lubed is Maggie's hot box. And slowly, Terry's cock hardens again, as he tastes the pussy juice. As it archs, he slides it into Maggie's pussy. Well lubed it is buried to the hilt. Strokes slow and long, and it hardens and hardens more till the head is pushing at the walls that are squeezing each stroke. Maggie is pushing her ass back to meet the strokes. Terry pulls out of the soaking lips, his left hand rubs along the wet slit and then pulling it out rubs the juice around the little red asshole. Now raising up his cock, he pushes the head to the hole. A wet finger probes and then slides slowly into the hole, working back and forth. Slowly it relaxes and then pushing the head, the tip slowly pushs into the hole. The head finally pushes in and then inch by inch the shaft buries itself. As the hole relaxes Terry slides badk out to the head and then back in till his balls are touching Maggie's lips and then out again and back in. Maggie's cheeks are now push back to meet the cock and finally she grips the bench tightly as her hips now shake side to side. Terry's fingers are fucking her pussy and clit as the cock pounds at her ass. Grabbing her around the waist, to steady her, he thrusts deep and moans are loud in the woods as her hips are shaking with her orgasm. Still pounding away, for another minute, Terry empties his cum into Maggie's ass. Laying on her back for a minute or so and then pulling the shrinking cock out. Maggie turns over and lies on her back on the bench and Terry covers her body with his. Long minutes they lays there welded together in body and soul. Lips locked in a neverending kiss. 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