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

Part 5

	"Come on, baby,"  she said as she
alternated between whispering in his ear and
sticking her tongue into it.  "I think you'd even
like it.  You're not like those friends of yours.  I
could tell that you're the kind of young man who
would want to learn how to really take care of a
woman."
	Later, on reflection, Peter would wonder if
it was her words or the rising of his cock that
finally convinced him, but he found himself taking
the place in front of the couch that Kathy had just
vacated.
	In response to his movement, the older
woman lifted her bottom off the couch just
enough to let her slide off her panties.  Just before
she did, Peter noted a dark and damp spot in the
center of them.  It wouldn't take much effort on
his part to get her wet.

	The last barrier now gone, Kathy spread
her legs in front of Peter in invitation.  Except for
a brief glimpse of the mound between his sister's
legs when he had once walked in on her, this was
the first time he had ever actually seen a woman's
sex.
	Kathy was much hairier than his sister,
with a dark bush that sparkled with dampness.  He
hesitated for a few moments more, unsure exactly
how one went about doing what Kathy wanted
him to do.  It wasn't a topic that had ever really
come up when his friends discussed sex.
	Almost in answer to his confusion, Kathy
reached down with both hands and spread her lips.
Her finger slid up and down her pussy a few
times, playing with her clit and showing Peter
exactly where it was.
	"I think this is what you are looking for,"
Kathy said, her finger on her clit and  a small
touch of anticipation in her tone.
	Reaching out with his tongue to where she
was pointing, Peter ran it up and down across the
small protrusion.  To his relief, it didn't taste half
as bad as he feared it might, based on the stories
he had heard.  Then to his delight, the  quick press
of his tongue within her sex brought an almost
immediate reaction from Kathy.  A reaction most
favorable.
	"Oh yeah baby, right there,"  Kathy cried
out as she leaned back her head and closed her
eyes.  "Suck it harder!"
	With her words of encouragement in his
ears, Peter did just that.  His neophyte technique 
might have been crude, but it was getting the job
done.
	Kathy's hands gripped the back of his
head, keeping him on target.  The more he sucked
on her pussy, the more he found he liked it.  He
couldn't believe how wrong all the guys had been
about this.  He reached up and began massaging
her clit with his fingers, copying the way she had
done it.  Then he went back to his tongue, moving
his fingers down and little and sliding them into
her as well.  He had no way of knowing how wet
Kathy was supposed to get, but from the way his
fingers slid in, he figured she had to be pretty
close.

	"Are you hard again?"  Kathy asked as she
lifted his head from between her legs.
	Peter glanced down in response to her
question and discovered that he was indeed hard
again.  If anything, it was even more erect than
before.
	"Well then,"  she said as she looked down
as well,  "why don't we put that puppy where it
will do the  most good?"
	She lifted Peter out of the way and got up
off the couch.  Then she turned around and leaned
back on the cushions, her ass lifted up in the air.
She spread her legs wide, giving her lover a clear
field.
	Stepping up behind her, Peter took his
cock in his hand and moved it against her ass
cheeks.  Kathy reached up between her legs and
replaced his hand with her own.
	"Wouldn't want you to shove that in the
wrong hole, would we?"  she grinned as she
placed his cockhead at the entrance of her pussy.
	Inexperienced as he was, Peter was quite
sure he could handle it from here.  After all, he'd
done it hundreds of times in his dreams.   Pressing
forward, he felt his cock slide effortlessly inside of
her.  His guess about how wet she had to be
seemed to be right.  Realizing that this was the
moment that he passed into manhood, at least the
way most of his friends looked at it, Peter was
thankful it was with a woman as experienced as
Kathy.  God only knew what it would be like with
another virgin.

	"I can't believe I'm really doing this,"
Peter thought to himself as he began to pump his
young cock in and out of the woman spread
before him.  "I can't believe I'm finally having sex
with a woman and it's Kathy Chakiris!  No one is
ever going to believe this."
	But regardless if no one ever believed it,
Peter knew it was really happening.  He was
determined to enjoy and remember every moment
of it forever.
	Faster and faster he moved his cock in and
out of her, holding on tight to her hips to keep his
balance.  The sensations radiating from his cock
and spreading throughout his body were unlike
anything he had ever experienced before.  The joy
of bringing himself to orgasm that he had enjoyed
almost daily since his early teens seemed a pale
experience next to this.
 	His heart was racing like a sports car as
sweat ran down his back.  Breaths came in short
bursts as he felt a growing weakness in his legs.
Still the thought of stopping never entered his
mind.  All he could think was that the feel of
Kathy's sugar walls against his skin was pure
heaven.
	Kathy herself added to his rising
excitement.  Calling out, as before, words of
encouragement in language he'd never imagined a
woman using.
	"Fuck me!"  she cried out between breaths
in a loud voice.  "Shove that cock in me!  Give me 
it all!  I want you to make me come!"
	Peter hoped that she was about to come
because it was quickly becoming apparent to him
that he was reaching the edge of his restraint.  The
familiar and urgent pressure building deep in his
balls was too great to ignore.
	"I'm going to come!"  he said as both a
statement of fact and a warning.
	"Not yet!"  Kathy cried back as she took
one of the hands she was using to support herself
against the couch and reached down to her pussy.
"Hold on."
	Frantically the dark haired woman added
her masturbation skills to the pumping of Peter's
cock.  In no time at all, she had caught up to her
young lover.
	"Yes ... yes ...  Oh God Yes!!!"  she cried
out as the fever overtook her, her body quaking
uncontrollably.
	"Oh yeah!" Peter joined in as his own
orgasm eclipsed that of only a short time before.
	Their dual climaxes lasted both brief
heartbeats and forever.  Peter didn't really know
how Kathy felt about it, but he would never forget
this moment, not even when the next century
came around.

	Spent and drained, he collapsed on top of
her and together they dropped to the couch.
Wordlessly, they smiled at each other until Peter
finally broke the spell.
	"No one is ever going to believe this
happened,"  he said.  "Not that I'd ever tell
anyone of course,"  he immediately added.
	"All that matters is that you know it
happened,"  Kathy smiled,  "And you can cherish
that.  I know I will,"  she added as she leaned over
and kissed him one last time.


	When Peter returned to work the next day,
he didn't feel like joining in with his friends'
horseplay during their morning coffee break.
Somehow, it all seemed so juvenile now.
	Kathy was in a meeting for most of the
morning, so he didn't see her until after the lunch
hour.  When he did, no words were exchanged
about the events of the day before.  They did,
however, trade the warmest of smiles.
 In fact, in the two weeks left to his summer job,
he never brought it up or mentioned the slightest 
hint of it to his friends.   It was a silence that
would continue for years beyond. But in those
years, he would always look back at what had
happened at that day at the World's Fair, and
remember.

END


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