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Deja Vu by Ann Douglas (mf) 10/10
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Subject: AnnD: REPOST: Deja Vu - (10/10) - mf
Date: Thu Jul 6 05:16:19 1995
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Ann Douglas.
-DEJA VU-
Part Ten
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
Now it was Connie's turn to moan. Jack's
technique as a pussy licker left a lot to be desired,
but it was still enough to get the job done. What the
young man lacked in talent was made up for with
enthusiasm. It wasn't long before she was well
lubricated, a condition that also applied to both his
mouth and tongue.
Connie let herself just lay there and enjoy his
soft and wet touch for a little while longer. She held
him by the back of his head, guiding him to the most
sensitive areas. He was improving as he went, that
much she could tell. Eventually, he might even be
able to make a woman climax this way. But not
today. Today she wanted to climax with him inside
her.
After twenty minutes between her legs, Jack
felt Connie pulling him upward. He followed her
guidance and was soon face to face with her,
hovering in a push up position. Connie pulled him
down slightly and kissed him. A soft kiss at first,
followed by another, this one much harder.
On the third kiss, Jack felt her tongue invade
his mouth. He met it with his own, and for a few
minutes the soft, wet appendages slid from mouth to
mouth. Traces of each other's juices coated each
tongue and mixed again and again.
As they played dueling tongues
, Connie had
reached down and taken hold of Jack's now once
again fully erect manhood. She glided her fingers up
and down it until finally she was satisfied with it's
hardness. Now they both were ready.
"I want you inside me..." She said as she
broke the last kiss, immediately giving him another
much shorter one. "I want you to FUCK ME!"
The last words were not simply a request,
they were a command. A command that Jack was
more than willing to obey. Try as he could, he
couldn't remembNer that last time he had been so hot
for a woman. If Jenny or any other girl he had
known were to walk in right now start naked and
offer to take Connie's place, he would turn them
down. This was the woman he had dreamed about.
The woman who would take him to a height that
others had only offered him short glimpses of.
Never mind that the woman was old enough to be
his grandmother. He couldn't know that in a slightly
different reality, she could've been just that. Yet at
this point, not even that might've mattered to him.
Connie helped guide him into her, not that he
needed it. She let out a small gasp as she felt his
cockhead push aside the outer walls of her pussy.
Jack echoed the soft moans as he felt those walls
wrap around his hard flesh. It may not have been a
tight fit, but it was most definitely a comfortable
one.
Because she was much looser than most of
his previous lovers, Connie was able to take Jack's
full length without any effort or discomfort. She
lifted her ass off the floor as she pushed forward and
seemed to pull him even deeper. Already he had slid
in and out of her a dozen times, sending oscillating
waves of pleasure radiating outward from her sexual
core. Waves that became more frequent and
intensive with each additional thrust.
It wasn't long before the two were matched
in a perfect rhythm. Each thrust being met by that
of the other. Tiny droplets of sweat covered the
warm flesh of each of them as they lost themselves
more and more in their sexual joining. Eventually,
they weren't even aware of the rapid beating of their
hearts or the short shallow breaths that accompanied
it.
The room that surrounded them became a
blur, no longer part of their existence. For a brief
moment in time, they had transcended their place in
reality. In Jack's case, it was a twinkling of
understanding, a total abandonment of his body and
soul to another being. He had never given so much
of himself to make another happy.
In Connie's case, it took the form of a
journey to a distance place and time. A place that
existed only in memory. Her eyes fixed on the small
blue shark painted on the man atop and within her.
it became the focal point of her mind.
She felt the weight of years lift from her
body like a soft breeze. The music of long ago
echoed though her mind and without knowing how,
she was 16 again. If she could tear her eyes away
from the small tattoo, she knew she would see the
world of her youth around her.
But she wouldn't dare look, wouldn't take
the chance that this moment, this second chance to
make it right would be lost.
Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled
him deeper inside her. Every stroke of his body was
met with an even more frenzied thrust of her own.
She couldn't catch her breath, couldn't even tell if
her heart was still beating. Yet still she drove on
and on. If this was to be the last moment of her life,
she wanted it to be the moment that she should've
had so long ago.
Connie wasn't even aware that she had
screamed, only that her body was quaking with
abandon and her mind was filled with a blinding all
encompassing light. If this was the end, so be it.
There were no words to describe what she
felt as past and present collided, ripping her body
apart from deep within. It was like she was floating,
every nerve of her body alive with euphoric joy.
The 54 years of her life were but a prelude to this
one brief perfect moment.
Then, abruptly, the light faded to black and
she felt herself slipping away. Her skin was
suddenly cold and she felt all the years of her life
flashing by.
"Mrs. D'Angelo, can you hear me?" Said the
voice in the darkness. "Connie, can you hear me?"
"Who....?" She asked as she tried to focus.
"Oh God, I though you'd had some sort of
seizure." Said the voice which she now recognized
as familiar. "I was about to call the paramedics."
"I'm all right, just a little tired." She said, not
being able to recall the last time she had felt so
drained.
"Just relax, give yourself time to catch your
breath."
"Oh that was so good." She said as if she
hadn't heard the young man. "I always dreamed that
was the way it should've been."
Jack looked down at the woman, her eyes
still tightly closed. He wondered if maybe he should
call the paramedics after all. Hopefully they wouldn't
ask to many questions about why she was naked and
covered with the aftermath of sex.
"I always knew you'd be the one to bring me
there, I always knew that if we had the chance we
could make it right." She continued.
Satisfied that she was now breathing
normally, if still now making sense, Jack decided to
hold on calling the medics. He was even more
relieved when she opened her eyes and looked up at
him, a broad smile on her face.
"Oh Johnny, that was so incredible." She
said as she reached up and gently stroked his face.
"Jack, my name is Jack." He corrected her.
"I think Johnny suits you better." She said as
she sat up.
Jack watched as the naked woman walked
over to the table and picked up a wooden picture
frame. He looked down at it as she handed it to
him. He was astonished to find his own face looking
back at him.
"We need to have a long talk," She said.
"About the past, and the future. And about that
band that you formed and your dreams."
Jack looked up from the photo and into the
eyes of the woman before him. The eyes now
belonged to a much younger woman.
"I think that maybe the world should have a
chance to hear Johnny and the Bluecoats after all."
Connie said. "Every dream should have a second
chance to come true." She continued, a bright
twinkle in her eyes. "Even if it takes a few
generations to do it."
END
Ann Douglas
Ann Douglas
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