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From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"Summer Of '64"MF(4/5)
Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2001 03:10:02 -0500
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	Summer Of 64
	by Ann Douglas
     (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part 4

	"Oh yes,"  he said breathlessly, still unable
to believe that his most secret fantasy was about
to come true.
	Kathy sealed the bargain with a kiss, her
tongue reaching deep into Peter's mouth and
stirring his soul.  For a moment, he feared that just
her kiss would be enough to make him come in his
pants.  Thankfully, that didn't happen.
	Kathy reached up and undid the buttons of
her blouse, undoing half of them.  Peter's eyes
opened wide as her olive skin became more and
more visible.  Then, taking his hand in hers, she guided
it beneath her blouse and laid it to rest against her
large breast.
	"Does that feel nice?"  she asked Peter,
sure of his response.
	"Oh yes."
	"Well it only gets better,"  she promised.
	After letting Peter enjoy the softness and
warmth of her flesh for a few moments more,
Kathy removed his hand.  She then stepped back
and undid the remaining buttons of her blouse,
letting it fall from her arms and down to the floor.
	The bra Kathy wore was pretty much the
same kind Peter had seen in the hamper in his
house, worn by his mother and older sister.  It was
however several sizes larger.  Next to Kathy, both
his mother and sister were as flat chested as a boy.
	Kathy held her bra in place with one hand
as she reached back to undo the clasp that held it
in place.  Watching her, Peter found himself
thinking of the many times he'd locked himself in
the bathroom with his mother's mail order
catalogues.  His first masturbation aids had been
the pictures of the underwear models in those
books.  Later, he had graduated to hand me down
Playboys from his older brother. He had always
tried to images what those women looked like
when they took off their bras.  Now he waited in
anticipation as Kathy slowly removed hers and let
the white garment join her blouse on the floor.
	What Kathy's mounds looked like under
her clothing had been the subject of endless hours
of discussion among Peter and his friends.  To his
delight, the teenager discovered that they were
more beautiful that he could have imagined.
	It wasn't just their size, which was
impressive in itself, it was the symmetric
perfection of both of them.  Her skin was flawless,
the hue of which added to its beauty.  The areola
surrounding her thick nipples were larger than a
silver dollar and several shades darker than her
skin.  Nowhere in the two-year's worth of men's
magazines his brother had bequeathed him had he
seen breasts quite so spectacular.

	"You like?"  She smiled.
	"Oh yes,"  Peter replied.
	"Then let's see what else we can find that
you might like," Kathy quipped.
	Peter watched with rapt fascination as
Kathy slid her feet out of the soft shoes she had
been wearing.  Then her  hands glided down
across her stomach and into the waistband of her
slacks.  Undoing the clasp that held them in place,
she bent over and slid them down and off her legs.
All that was left between his gaze and his first real
look at a woman's sex was a pair of simple white
panties.
	"I think that maybe we'll wait a little for
these,"  Kathy said as she toyed with the edges of
her panties before letting them go.

	Instead, she stepped back to Peter and
kissed him again.  This time it was a kiss filled
with hunger, unlike any her young guest had ever
experienced before.   Her hands were all over him,
undoing the buttons of his shirt and then the belt
and button of his pants.
	With an eagerness that he couldn't have
imagined a woman capable of, Peter had his
clothes practically torn off him.  In no time at all,
all he had left was his Fruit of the Loom briefs.
Briefs hard pressed to restrain his enlarged
manhood.
	A manhood that once more threatened to
explode as Kathy's hand slid inside his underwear
and wrapped around it.  She took Peter's hand
and guided it into her own panties, pressing it
against her wetness.
	"Oh shit!"  Peter gasped as he was
bombarded by the twin sensations of her touches.
	In his young life, Peter had twice felt the
touch of feminine hands on his cock, and once the
softness of a girl's sex.  Those touches had been
brief encounters in the back of his parent's car,
both times with high school classmates.  Now, he
told himself, the touch was that of a woman, not a
girl.
	Kathy guided his mouth to her breast,
pressing her nipple between his lips.  Like a
newborn and hungry infant, Peter automatically
began sucking on it.  Drawing if not milk, then a
captivating sexual excitement.  A soft moan
escaped her lips as his tongue caressed her flesh.
	"Oh baby," Kathy said as her young lover
began to spread a pleasing warmth across her
breast.  "that is so perfect.  It feels so ... so good."
	After a while, she shifted his attention to
her other mound, enjoying his enthusiastic
ministrations.  Long ago, in college, an older
female professor with whom she'd been on close
terms had once remarked that there was nothing
better than having a younger lover.  Back then,
Kathy had thought it a strange thing to say;
believing that it would make more sense to have a
mature, experienced man in her bed. The man she
had married in her senior year had been five years
older than her.  Since then, she had learned that
her professor's expertise went beyond what was
taught in the classroom.
	Pressing his face between her large
breasts, Kathy held him tight.  The press of her
flesh against his brought a moan of enjoyment
from Peter this time.
	Still holding him, Kathy guided him to the
couch and eased him down onto it.  She dropped
to her knees, reaching out with nimble hands to
take hold of his briefs.  Briefs which now slid
down his legs, exposing the full length of his hard
cock.  An exposure that only lasted a few brief
moments before Kathy learned forward and took
him whole in her mouth.
	Back in her freshman year of college,
Kathy's roommate had convinced her that instead
of being something that only whores or tramps
did, oral sex was a great way to please a boyfriend
and still keep your virginity.  Despite that advice,
within a year of her first blowjob, the
twenty-year-old's maidenhood became a thing of
the past.  But in the interim she had learned to
truly appreciate the value of being able to give
great head.  A skill she exhibited now as the dark
haired thirty-year-old ran her tongue up and down
the length of his cock, massaging the sensitive
flesh with her lips and almost instantly bringing
him to the verge of a orgasm.
	A pinnacle that he reached after a few
more thrusts.  Peter felt his cock explode in
Kathy's mouth, filling it with what seemed like a
year's worth of come.  A volume which didn't
seem to bother her in the least.  In fact, it seemed
to excite her more as she sucked it all down her
throat and seemed to reach for more.
	"Oh God!"  Peter said, thinking that if this
was what Joe actually got from Donna
Petrachinni, then his friend's description of the
experience had been greatly understated..

	Kathy didn't let Peter's cock slip from her
mouth until it had begun to soften and shrink to its
normal proportions.  Yet even then, she licked it a
few more times to clean off the last of his
exertions.
	"I guess we should give it a rest,"  Kathy
smiled as she stood up.  "That is if we want to
give it another go anytime soon."
	Peter's eyes lit up at her mention of
'another go'.  The prospect of doing that, or
perhaps something even better so occupied his
attention that he totally missed what Kathy said
next.
	"Excuse me,"  he said when he realized
she had said something.
	"I said,"  Kathy repeated as she sat on the
couch next to Peter, running her fingers across his
chest. "How would you like to try doing that for
me?"

	It took Peter a few long moments to
understand what she was talking about.  When he
did, a look of apprehension filled his face.  If the
odds of getting  a girl to go down on a guy where
a hundred to one, the odds of getting a guy to
actually put his mouth there had to be a thousand
to one. 
	"Come on sugar,"  Kathy went on as she
tickled his cock, stirring some life back into it.
"Be a dear and get it nice and wet for me.  Don't
you want it to be just perfect when you fuck me?"

	"When I fuck you,"  Peter repeated in his
mind.  "When I fuck you?"
	Regardless of everything that had
happened so far tonight, it still seemed
unbelievable to the eighteen year old that he was
about to lose his virginity.    Something that not
even Joe Wilson claimed to have done.  Never
mind that he was going to lose it to a woman like
Kathy, and not some high school girl as ignorant
about sex as he was.


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