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Deja Vu by Ann Douglas (mf) 9/10
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Subject: AnnD: REPOST: Deja Vu - (09/10) - mf
Date: Thu Jul 6 05:16:12 1995
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Ann Douglas.
-DEJA VU-
Part Nine
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
"Well...that was nice." Connie said as she
broke the kiss and floated in Jack's powerful arms.
"Would you like to do it right here, or would you
rather carry this inside."
Jack looked up and around the large yard. A
barrier of trees and high shrubs hit them from prying
eyes but he really didn't feel comfortable out in the
open. And contrary to his earlier performance, he
really wasn't that great a swimmer.
"Inside if that's ok." He replied.
"Of course." Connie grinned as she pulled
her suit top back up and climbed out of the pool.
Jack followed right behind her.
Stepping into the house, Jack felt a sudden
chill as he entered the air conditioned environment.
Connie felt his hand shake and pulled his body closer
to hers.
"Don't worry lover, I'll warm you up soon
enough." She said as she kissed him once more, this
time quickly and softly.
As they passed through the living room on
the way to her bedroom, Connie saw the open box
of mementos from the night before. She was seized
by a sudden inspiration.
"Let's do it here." She said. "On the floor."
By this time, Jack was willing to go along
with just about anything Connie suggested. She had
taken total control of the situation. Surprisingly,
Jack discovered that he kind of liked it that way. In
fact, it turned him on.
Connie stepped back from the eager young
man and again undid the straps of her swimsuit.
Once more her breasts fell free. She took each in
hand and vigorously massaged them, bringing her
nipples to an even greater hardness. Lifting her right
breast as high as she could, she reached out with her
tongue and caressed her soft flesh. Then she took
the entire nipple into her mouth. After sucking on it
for a few moments, she repeated the exhibition with
her other breast.
"Would you like to try?" She asked
seductively.
Jack barely stammered out a yes. He was far
from being a virgin, but felt more nervous than
when he had been.
Jack leaned forward and accepted Connie's
offering. He buried his face deep in the valley of her
bosom, kissing each in turn. Then, inch by inch, he
worked his way to her stiff rosebud, taking it deep in
his mouth.
Connie sighed as his mouth and tongue
worked their magic, first on one breast then the
other. She had known by the way he had looked at
her that he was a breast lover, but never expected
the dexterity that Jack now demonstrated. Either
he'd had a great deal of practice, or one of his lovers
had been one hell of a teacher.
The sudden thought that Jenny might've been
one of his instructors sent a new excitement through
her. Certainly her granddaughter was well endowed
enough, the one good thing she had inherited from
her mother. Being excited by the idea that she and
Jenny had both been pleasured by the same man
might be a little perverse, but Connie didn't care.
She wondered what Jack would think if he knew
that he was charting a course that his grandfather
had followed almost forty years before. And doing a
much better job of it as well.
Rubbing her hand against the front of his still
wet trunks, Connie could feel the full length and
hardness of his manhood. Letting him continue to
play with her breasts, Connie slid her hand beneath
the elastic strap and stroked his bare skin. An action
that caused him to suck even harder.
Her other hand followed and she cupped his
balls as well, putting a soft pleasurable pressure at
the base of his cock. A loud moan issued from his
lips at her touch.
Connie released her grip and slid her soft
hand to the sides of the suit and pulled it downward.
Once free of his prominence, she released the trunks
and they dropped to the floor.
Her own suit followed a few moments later,
now both were totally nude. They took a long look
at each other's bodies and each in their own way
found something to appreciate.
Connie then dropped to her knees and took
him quickly into her mouth. It'd been a long time
since she had taken a man this way, and a even
longer time since it had been a man this young and
vital. She really loved the feel of a hard cock in her
mouth, and the wonderful taste that came from
within it. It was hard to imagine that there was once
a time when she'd thought the act disgusting.
Jack reacted like any man, quickly loosing
himself in the soft velvet of her throat. He sighed as
her tongue ran down the reach of his shaft and then
swirled around his balls. Connie once more engulfed
his cock, letting it fill her again and again.
She could feel the heat in his balls. A fire that
would soon erupt and spill forth in response to her
tender motions. A small measure of pre-cum
appeared at the tip, a measure that quickly
disappeared with an artful flick of her tongue.
"Oh God...Oh God!.." Jack gasped as he
tried to hold back the explosion that he felt starting.
But whatever control he might have had, it was
useless against decades of practice.
As soon as Connie felt the first delightful
burst of hot cream fill her mouth, she pulled her
head back and led his cock slide free. Giving up the
feast that now erupted took all of her will power.
Instead, she tightened her grip on his
member and directed it downward, furiously
pumping it as hard as she could. The result was that
all of his seed splattered across her breasts. She
continued to jerk him off until his drained organ
began to go soft in her hand. The look of joy on his
face as he looked down on her cum splattered boobs
made her sacrifice worthwhile.
Releasing her grip, she ran two of her
already cum tinged fingers across her breasts,
coating them in the white milky fluid. Then she
brought them up to her lips and ran her tongue up
and down their length, scooping the liquid into her
mouth. Connie spread the seed across her mouth
with her tongue, savoring her prize. One by one,
each finger then slid between her soft lips and was
sucked clean. Finally, she ran her probing tongue
along the edge of her mouth, catching any remaining
drops.
"Mmmm, that was tasty." She purred in her
sexiest voice.
Inside, she felt incredibly sexy. It had been a
long time since she had acted the slut and she found
that she missed the feeling.
"Oh God, Connie." Jack exclaimed,
regaining his voice. "That was so fucking incredible.
No one has ever done it to me like that."
"Not even Jenny?" Connie asked, feeling
very very wicked.
"She told you?" Jack asked unbelievingly.
"No, but you just did." Connie laughed.
The look on his face told her that she had
been right in guessing that Jenny's definition of
making out stretched all the way to oral sex. She
now wondered if that practice had been
reciprocated.
"Looks like your little friend already wants
to go another round." Connie quipped as she gently
stroked his already hardening cock.
"Yeh." Jack responded, happy to hear that
there was more to come.
"Lets see how constructively we can use the
time it takes for you to, how shall we say it,
recharge your batteries." Connie laughed.
Laying back on the floor, the older woman
spread her legs and then the lips of her womanhood.
Jack had no illusion about what she wanted. Going
down on a woman wasn't something he really liked,
but if there was anything he had learned from his
brief time with his landlady was that there was
nothing a woman appreciated more.
His tongue quickly found its mark, sliding
deep within her sugar walls. He was afraid that the
cunt of a woman as old as Connie would have a real
nasty taste to it. He remembered Mrs. Wilson as
being quit a bit more pungent than the college girls
he had tried it with. Yet, while Connie certainly
wasn't as sweet as the coeds, she still had a quite
pleasing taste. He concluded that it was all a matter
of hygiene.
Ann Douglas
Ann Douglas
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