Message-ID: <3364eli$9708250954@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Anndouglas@aol.com Subject: AnnD: Deja Vu - M/F - (4/4) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970824111101_653191683@emout05.mail.aol.com> Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story. -DEJA VU- Part Four by Ann Douglas 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. 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 remember 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. 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