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Deja Vu by Ann Douglas (mf) 5/10
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Subject: AnnD: REPOST: Deja Vu - (05/10) - mf
Date: Thu Jul 6 05:14:34 1995
Hi ...... As always, comments are both appreciated and
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way I'm sure to get your reaction. Any and all email will
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Thanks,
Ann Douglas.
-DEJA VU-
Part Five
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
Johnny eased Connie to the floor, atop the soft pile of her
clothes. She suggested that they move to the bed to be more
comfortable, but he said that he didn't want to wait a moment
longer. Her panties were gone in a flash and he parted her
legs. Looking down, he got his own first good look at the
small dark triangle he had lusted after for so long.
Johnny could feel Connie tense up as he laid on top of her
and positioned his hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. He
shifted his weight and she eased up a little. Moving to the
bed now seemed a good idea but he couldn't stop now. The bed
would be good enough for a second try.
Connie grunted a small cry as he forced his cockhead between
the lips of her maidenhood. Despite her previous lubrication,
it still hurt as the membrane began to stretch.
"Don't you have to wear something?"
Connie suddenly asked, now immensely aware that however
slightly, he was now inside her. "So we don't make a baby."
"Don't worry about that," Johnny said reassuringly. "You
can't get pregnant the first time, didn't anyone ever tell you
that?"
Connie thought about it for a second. True, her mother hadn't
actually sat down with her and given her "The Talk", but she
and her girlfriends had talked about guys and sex a lot. She
remembered Tina Marie once saying that she had once heard that
too. Also that she should make sure she drank a lot of coca
cola the next morning. Something about it prevented babies
too. After all, Johnny wouldn't tell her that if it wasn't
true. And even if something did happen and she somehow did
get pregnant, it wasn't a problem. Johnny and her were in
love. They'd just get married.
"Oh yeh, sure." She replied as she ran the name Mrs. Connie
Coravelli over and over in her head.
Another jolt of pain shot through her as Johnny push forward
a little harder. This time, Connie bit down on her lip. She
didn't want Johnny to think she didn't love him enough to do
it. The pain eased up as Johnny slid his cock back. Then
ripped through her like a hot iron as Johnny grabbed her ass
and thrusted forward as hard as he could.
Connie yelled at the sudden pain as she felt her hymen rip.
Tears formed at the edge of her eyes, born both of pain and
happiness. Despite the hurt which was already fading, she was
now a woman.
Freed from the barrier of her virginity, Johnny began to pump
in and out of the young woman as hard as he could. He put such
force into each thrust that he lifted her ass off the floor
each time. He could feel his heart racing like a jackhammer
as his breath began to come in shallow gasps.
"Oh God, you're so tight!" He yelled as he drove in her once
again.
Laying spread open on the floor, unsure what she should be
doing while Johnny pushed in and out of her, Connie couldn't
help but wish he had yelled out something more in the lines of
how much he loved her. She also felt that she should be doing
something other than just laying like a piece of meat for his
satisfaction. But no one had ever discussed that with her.
She had assumed Johnny would guide her, yet except as an
object to satisfy his raging lust, he now seemed almost
oblivious to her presence.
Eventually, even as she just laid there, Johnny's persistent
thrusts began to feel pretty good. It had started as just a
nice feeling that had replaced the initial pain. Now it
resembled a rising tide that brought waves of delight washing
over her body. It resembled the feeling she got when she
played with herself, yet at the same time it was different.
Still it was getting better with each passing minute.
Suddenly, Johnny stopped and his body
seemed to stiffen. He uttered a loud groan and Connie felt a
new sensation between her legs, centered in her new womanhood.
She really didn't know how to describe it, but she was sure
it had been the result of Johnny's having climaxed.
A thought that was confirmed was Johnny slid out of her and
rolled onto his back. He wasn't even looking at her, just
staring up at the ceiling.
"That was so great." He said.
"That was it?" Connie asked herself. "That was the great
IT?"
The young girl, now a woman, felt a great sense of
disappointment. She couldn't believe it had been such a
letdown. It hadn't even been as good as when she masturbated.
"Maybe it's just because it was the first time." She said to
herself as she sat up. "That must be the reason why. It
couldn't always be like this."
"Oh what a mess." Connie said as she
looked down and saw Johnny's now limp cock covered with a
mixture of cum and blood.
"What?" Johnny said as he too sat up. "Oh gross!'' He
exclaimed as he saw his blood smeared cock.
Grabbing the first thing he saw on the floor, Johnny began
wiping his cock clean. It over took a moment for Connie's
bright white panties to become a blood stained rag.
"Hey!" Connie cried out. "I need those."
But it was too late as Johnny wiped himself once again with
the only clear part.
"Sorry." He said sheeplessly.
"Forget it." Connie replied, the tinge of disappointment
still in her voice. "I have another pair in my purse.
As she grabbed her bag and the pile of clothes off the floor
and headed for the bathroom, Connie was sure her mother never
considered this situation when she always told her to carry an
extra pair of panties in her purse in case her period came
unexpectedly.
By the time she had finished cleaning herself up in the
bathroom, Connie had reconciled herself to her rather
uninspiring first time. True, it had fallen far short of what
she thought it would be, but what was done was done. The
important thing was that she and Johnny were going to be
together. And in just six weeks he was going to have a
recording contract and they would be on their way.
"Johnny, would you be a dear and get me my shoes and socks
over by the couch." She called out from the bathroom. Her
voice had a sort of instant maturity to it.
Johnny handed her the shoes and socks as she walked back into
the living room. He really hadn't cleaned up, he just pulled
his pants back on.
"Are we going out tomorrow night?"
Connie asked as she slipped on her shoes, trying so hard to
act as if loosing her virginity was the most natural thing in
the work. Something that happened every day.
"I don't think so," Johnny said rather evasively. "There's
going to be a special about Rocky Marciano's retirement on
tomorrow night. All the guys were going to go over to Vito's
house to watch it. His family just got a television."
"That's ok," Connie said. "We can always go out later in the
week."
"I think we're going to have to play it by ear right now."
Johnny said with a forced smile. "I'm really going to have to
spend a lot of time with the band over the next couple of
weeks. What with the audition and all coming up. We want to
be at our best, right?"
"Sure, right." Connie replied cautiously.
For the first time, Connie now noticed the quirk in Johnny's
voice. Was something wrong? Had he found the experience as
disappointing as she had? Had there been something wrong with
her? Was there something she should've been doing to have made
it better? But he had said it was great. She was considering
asking him right out what was wrong but couldn't bring herself
to do it. It was silly she knew. After all, look at what they
had just shared, the most intimate thing a man and woman
could share. How could asking a simple what's wrong be so
hard?
In her heart, she knew the answer. It was because you were
afraid of the answer.
Before she could steel herself to ask the question she knew
she should, the lights of a car pulling into the driveway
flooded the room. It was followed a few moments later by the
beep beep of a car horn.
"It's my brother picking me up." Connie stated. "I asked
him to when you told me your car would be in the shop. But
he's over an hour early."
"That's ok." Johnny said as he pulled his shirt back on. He
didn't want Connie's big brother to see him without it when he
walked her to the door. As athletic as Johnny was, big Jim
Esposito outweighed him by 60lbs and was a star halfback for
State. He didn't want to think about what that bruiser would
do to a guy who'd just fucked his 16 year old little sister.
Ann Douglas
Ann Douglas
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