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Part One
by Ann Douglas
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"Oh grandmother, I still can't believe it!" The young blonde
haired woman exclaimed as she gushed with excitement. "Two
days from now I'm going to be in Europe."
"Well its nothing that you don't deserve." The older woman
smiled back. "I'm very proud of you, and all that you've
accomplished."
"I don't think Mother would agree with you on that." Jenny
D'Angelo replied. "She thinks the entire trip is a colossal
waste of money."
"Your mother thinks everything is a waste of money." Connie
D'Angelo laughed. "And besides, it's my money that's paying
for this trip, so she doesn't have anything to complain
about."
With that, Jenny joined in the laughter. She knew she really
shouldn't be enjoying a joke at her mother's expense, but she
couldn't help it. In many ways, Connie had always been closer
to her than her mother. Despite the 38 years separating them,
they were more like girlfriends than family. The trip to
Europe had been Connie's idea. She had been so impressed when
Jenny graduated from High School a year early and then gained
acceptance to an Ivy League College.
In addition to covering all the expenses for three months on
the continent, Connie was also buying Jenny a new wardrobe for
the trip. Between the two of them, they had two shopping bags
full. The rest of what they had bought would be delivered to
Connie's tomorrow. Knowing her daughter-in- law would have
something to say about all the new clothes, Connie had wisely
put her own address on the deliveries.
"It's still early, what say we head over to Kou-feng's for
lunch." Connie suggested.
"Great." Jenny responded. "But only if you let me treat you
this time."
"All right." was the reply.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
An hour and a half later, the two women had lunch behind them
and were headed down Main St. Along the way, both women turned
men's heads. An action that they both took so much for
granted that neither gave it much thought.
Jenny was 5'5", with long blonde hair that ran to the
midpoint of her back. Deeply tanned, she wore a pretty yellow
blouse and a short blue skirt. A firm set of breasts pressed
against the yellow material, highlighting a youthful, athletic
figure. She had been on the gymnastics team in school and all
the hours spent practicing were self-evident.
Standing a few inches taller than her
granddaughter, Connie long ago gave up trying to keep a slim
figure. Instead she had concentrating on keeping her body firm
and hard. Extra pounds she may have gained over the years,
but very little of it was fat. She worked out as much as she
could, maintaining a form that most woman her age could only
envy. Blessed with a more than full figured bust when still
in her teens, she couldn't defy the long term effects of the
laws of gravity. But no one said that she had to submit to
them without a fight. What gray that dared appeared in her hair
was banished by frequent trips to her hairdressers.
Connie wanted to put as much as she could into this last
day she would spent with her beloved granddaughter. She was
really going to miss Jenny, but glad she was able to give her
the opportunity to travel. She had considered going along
with her, but eventually rejected the idea. Better Jenny go
with the other girls from her school. It would be a better
experience letting her be on her own.
It had taken all her authority as the matriarch of the
D'Angelo family to get Jenny's parents to agree to the trip.
Stephen, her son, had been more than willing to let Jenny go.
He had a great deal of faith in his daughter, and knew that he
could trust her accordingly.
Stephen's wife Barbara, on the other hand, had been opposed
to the trip from day one. It was a waste of money she'd said.
A young girl couldn't be trusted out on her own. Why when
she was her age....
Connie remembered all too well what
Barbara, or Babs as she liked to be called then, was like at
that age. She was a simple minded blonde airhead that more
than lived up to the stereotype. She was, Connie believed, her
son's one great mistake in his life. Try as she could, Connie
had been unable to keep him from being swayed by a pretty
face and a big set of boobs. Nothing that could have come out
of her mouth was going to carry more weight than the things
Babs was doing with her's.
So she had reluctantly watched when they married at 19. A
year later, she could almost forgive Babs for marrying her son
when she gave birth to Jenny. It turned out that Babs, now
calling herself Barbara once again, couldn't find the time
among all her social activities to give Jenny all the
attention she deserved. Over the last 17 years, Connie had
been more than happy to fill the void.
"I've copied down all the places you told me to see." Jenny
said as they crossed the intersection. "Sometimes I wish you
were going with me."
"We've already gone over that." Connie said as she stepped
onto the curb. "You'll have a much better time with your
friends." She added, wondering if she really believed that.
"Maybe, but I wish......."
"Hey Jenny, Jenny D'Angelo!" Said a strong masculine voice
from the right of the two women.
Jenny turned around and saw the tall dark haired young man
who had called her. He stood about 6'1" and had short curly
black hair. The muscles of his chest and arms were highly
defined and it was obvious that he took exercise seriously.
The blue T-shirt he wore clung to him like a second skin.
Legs as well developed as his arms stretched out from a pair
of red shorts.
"Hi Jenny." He repeated.
"Jack!" The girl exclaimed as she jumped forward and gave
him a sisterly hug. "When did you get back?"
"Last week, I'm staying at my mom's." Jack answered.
"It's so good to see you again." Jenny continued, her eyes
never leaving his face.
"You too," He replied. "I heard how you graduated a year
early. I knew you could do it."
"Thanks." Jenny beamed. "So what are you doing now."
"Football scholarship at State." Jack
answered. "But I still need to work during the summer to
cover some of the extras." He added as he handed her one of
the flyers he had been passing out.
A quiet cough from behind Jenny reminded her of her
grandmother's presence. Slightly red at her oversight, she
turned and introduced her.
"Grandmother, this is Jack Marziatto." She said. "Jack,
this my grandmother, Connie D'Angelo. Jenny continued turning
back to Jack.
"Jack and I both went to school together, he graduated last
year." She continued.
"That's something that your granddaughter deserves most of
the credit for." Jack interjected. "If not for her tutoring,
I'd have been in the fifth year of high school instead of the
freshman year at State.
"You passed the exams." Jenny laughed. "I just helped you
study."
"Marziatto, I used to know a Marziatto family a long time
ago." Connie said as she looked at the young man's face, a
strange look on her own. "They lived over on 10 St."
"That would've been my grandparent's family." Jack answered. "They
moved over to Bakersville in the early sixties. My parents
moved back here about ten years ago when I was 9."
"Come to think of it, I only remember the Marziatto's having
four daughters." Connie remarked. "How could you have the
same last name?"
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Part Two
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"Well that's a little piece of the family skeleton." Jack
replied, the humor in his voice showing that he had no problem
dismissing the long ago scandal as anything but ancient
history. "Grandma got divorced after being married about five
years. It was such a messy divorced that she had both her
son's names legally changed to Marziatto."
"And your grandfather was?" Connie asked, a look of
anticipation on her face.
"Johnny Coravelli." He replied. "Why, did you know him too?"
Connie's face now went pale as all the blood seemed to drain
from it. She felt dizzy for a second and had to take a moment
to compose herself.
"Grandmother!" Jenny called out as she saw her stagger for a
moment.
"I'm OK," She lied. "Just felt dizzy for a moment. Getting
old can be a real bitch at times." She added with a laugh.
"I'm sorry, Jack." She said as she took a deep breath and
regained control of herself. "You were saying?"
"His name was Johnny Coravelli." He
repeated. "In fact I was named for him. My dad didn't share
grandma's aversion to his memory. Did you know him?"
"I'm sorry, but the name doesn't ring a bell." The older woman
said. "It was a very long time ago after all."
"I guess so." Jack said. "I'm sure if you'd known him you'd
remember. He was a musician. My dad told me he was quite a
character. Always getting into some kind of trouble or
another. I met him a few times a couple of years ago. That
really set off grandma. I can still hear her going on about
what a good for nothing he was. Then, when he got me a
tattoo for my 16th birthday, she really went through the
roof."
"He got you a tattoo?" Jenny gasped.
"Just a little one." Jack said as he pushed up the left
sleeve of his shirt, revealing a small blue shark on his upper
biceps. "He had one just like it."
"He must've been quiet a character indeed." Connie remarked as
she stared at the tattoo, trying to sound dispassionate.
"That he was. It's a pity he passed away last year. He was
only 57. The doctor said it was too many years of abusing his
body with one thing or another."
"Well its good to see that you don't take after him in that
respect." Connie noted, taking another long good look at the
young man.
"No, I try to take care of myself." He answered. "But
that's way too much about me." Jack concluded as he turned to
Jenny. "What about you, what have you been doing?"
Connie didn't seem to hear as Jenny told Jack all about her
impending trip to Europe and how she would be going away to
college in the fall. The older woman's attention was riveted
on the muscular young man. She seemed to be studying every
feature of his face, something she hadn't done in a long long
time.
"I guess I've kept you much too long." Jack finally said.
With that, Connie finally snapped back to her surroundings.
"You must have a lot of things to do before your trip and
I've got to get back to handing these things out." He
concluded as he indicated the pile of flyers in his hand.
Connie took one of the flyers and glanced at it. It was an
advertisement for a small group of college boys, calling
themselves, Jocks Inc., who hired themselves out to do odd
jobs over the summer. She recognized the masthead, she had
hired two of them last year to paint the guest house. It was a
good way for them to raise money for school.
With a smile and a wave, Jenny said good- bye.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Soon they reached the parking lot where they had left
Connie's car. After storing the bags in the trunk, Connie
slid behind the wheel. No sooner had they pulled out into
traffic when Connie turned to her granddaughter.
"A really nice young man." She remarked. "Very good looking
too. Are you sure all you did was tutor him?"
"Well...we did go out a few times." Jenny admitted. "But
nothing really came of it."
"Did you sleep with him?" Connie asked nonchalantly.
"Grandmother!" Jenny shot back in a mixture of mock anger and
surprise.
It wasn't that Connie had asked if she had sexual relations
that surprised Jenny. It was that she had asked about if she
had done it with someone specific. Something she had never
done before.
After all, it had been Connie that she had come to last year
when she had decided that she was old enough to make that
decision on her own. Knowing that Barbara's attitude on the
subject was, "Well if she's going to do it, what can I do
about it",Connie again took her mother's place.
She'd sat Jenny down and explained to her the pro and cons
of being sexually active. Of how she thought she had all the
answers when she was Jenny's age, when in reality she had been
very ignorant. It didn't take a mathematical genius to
figure out that Jenny's father had been born six months after
the wedding. That all said, she had made an appointment for
her at one of the best Gynecologists in town and had the
doctor help her choose the best form of birth control for her.
"Oh Jack and I made out all right." She finally replied,
enjoying the ease she could talk to her grandmother about
anything. "But in the end we decided that sleeping together
wouldn't be the right thing to do. I'm really not looking for
just a good fuck, I want there to be something more between
us. Jack was enough of a friend to understand that. I mean,
I'm sure the sex would've been great. But I want to be able
to have something else afterwards. Jack's the complete
opposite. He just wants to have a little fun, and not have
to worry too much about tomorrow. Once we got that worked
out, we became great friends."
"I see." Was Connie's only reply.
Ann Douglas
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Part Three
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
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It had only been a week since Jenny had left for London and
already Connie missed her terribly. She had talked to her on
the phone a few hours ago and was overjoyed to know that she
was having a great time. Yet no sooner had the receiver
dropped back on the cradle when she was again filled with an
emptiness.
"I should have never given up control of the restaurants."
Connie said out loud to herself as she turned off the
television. "At least that would've given me something to
occupy my time."
Five years before, on her fiftieth birthday, Connie had
turned over the control of the three D'Angelo restaurants to
her children. In addition to Stephen, she had a second son
named Peter who was now 35. Her daughter Angela had just
turned 31.
Aside from Jenny's mother, Connie was more than pleased with
her children's marriages. Each of her children had been given
a share in their own restaurant as well as operational
control. Connie of course retained majority control of
D'Angelo Enterprises.
Her's was still the final word. She owned that much to her
late husband. Vinnie had literally worked himself to death,
suffering a fatal heart attack when he was only 46. It was
his dream to see the single family restaurant that he'd
inherited from his own father grow into a chain. Connie had
made sure that dream had come true.
It was her distrust of Barbara that caused her to hold her
shares. Deep down, she believed that her daughter in law
didn't have the desire for hard work that running the
restaurants required. If she had any real control, she would
quickly be pushing the other's to sell out for a fast buck.
Peter and Angela understood that. When Connie died, her
shares would skip a generation and be split between the 7
grandchildren. She had arranged for trust funds for all of
them. Each would get their full shares on their 21st birthday.
Connie loved all her grandchildren, but it was always Jenny
that occupied a special place in her heart. She was more like
a daughter than a granddaughter, a reflection of what Connie
was like when she was that young.
"When I was that young." Connie repeated to herself. "When I
was that young I definitely wasn't sitting around the house
feeling sorry for myself."
With that, she rose from the chair and went looking for her
address book. What she needed was a little companionship.
Maybe even a little roll in the sack. Connie had hardly been
celibate in the dozen years of her widowhood. She'd been
actively pursued by a number of men, even taken a few as
lovers. But most lost interest when they finally discovered
that if marriage was a possibility, any control of D'Angelo's
wasn't.
Twice in the last ten years she'd even had one night stands
with younger men. Both times with the summer help that she
hired to fill in for her waiters when they went on vacation.
The young men never stood long and no one ever knew. It gave
her an ego boost to know she could still satisfy a younger
man.
In fact, during her first year of widowhood, Connie had even
had a brief lesbian fling with Maria Fortunato, one of her
neighbors. It was Maria who had initiated the affair and
Connie had been curious enough to let it develop. Most people
thought it was so nice for Maria, a widow in her own right, to
spent so much time with Connie during that difficult first
year. No one ever suspected what was really going on. When
the traditional mourning period finally ended, the men began
to call once again and the affair faded of its own accord. It
had been an interesting experience to say the least and had
helped fill a temporary void in her life.
Connie made a few calls, but had no luck. It was already
Friday night and most of them men she knew had already made
plans for the weekend. Those that she knew would be available
were available for good reason and she wasn't that desperate.
Putting the book back down, Connie picked up the light blue
advertisement sitting next to it on her desk. It was the
flyer she had been given by Jenny's friend. She remembered
that she had called them the other day to hire one of the boys
to work on her patio deck this weekend. Bill Ross or
something like that, was the boy they had told her would be
coming. Just as well she stood home tonight.
"Maybe I should have just asked them to send me over a young
stud." Connie laughed to herself.
Her laugh filled the room for a few seconds, then silence
returned. The house once again seemed very empty.
"You are definitely getting to be a horny old lady, Connie
D'Angelo." Connie thought as she dropped the sheet onto the
table.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Late that night, long after dinner, Connie found herself
unable to sleep. Uneasy with the whole idea of sleeping pills,
she instead poured herself a glass of wine. Still, sleep would
not come. By the time she was on her second glass, she decided
to do a little of that cleaning out of the basement storage
she had been doing on and off for the last two months.
Connie carried a box of mementos up from the basement. She
hadn't looked at this old junk in almost 30 years. Yet lately
she had begun to feel nostalgic. Sipping her drink, she was
surprised that most of it was in such good condition. She had
Vinnie to thank for that. He figured that these things would
mean something to her someday and had been very careful in
packing them away. They were the memories of a young girl
named Connie Esposito, and of a time and place far away.
Shifting through the layers of the past, the dark haired
woman found a stack of old 45's. Removing the plastic wrap
around them, she smiled as she read off the labels. Frankie
Lymon and the Teenagers, Buddy Holly, Little Anthony and the
Imperials, The Monotones, Fats Domino, and of course Elvis.
A bright smile on her lips, Connie thought of those long ago
days when she and her girlfriends had visions of passion
listening to such hits as Peggy Sue, Book of Love, Blueberry
Hill and Why do fools fall in love?
"I haven't heard some of these in years." She said out loud.
"I wonder if they are still good?"
As she placed one of the small records on the entertainment
center's turntable, Connie wondered what her grandchildren and
their MTV oriented friends would think of this music? Placing
the needle on the first grove, she concluded that they would
no doubt view them in much the say way she had viewed her
parents big band albums. Old fogey music!
As the sounds of her girlhood difted across the room, Connie
went back to the storage container. Various books were soon
piled alongside the case, along with piles of snapshots.
Finally, at the bottom of the box, Connie found what she'd
been searching for. Remarkably preserved, it was a framed
color 11 x 14 photograph. In it were four young men in blue
jackets. It was obvious that they were musicians from the
instruments they carried. Standing next to and in front of
the quartet were three young girls. The dark blue lettering on
the drumhead read "Johnny and the Bluecoats"
Focusing on each individual band member, Connie finally
stopped at the tall dark haired lad on the far right. He was
obviously the leader, you could tell that just from his
bearing in the photo. His name... was Johnny Coravelli. And
except for his greased back hair, he could've almost been his
grandson's twin.
"Johnny, Johnny." Connie said to herself with a wide smile.
"You always were a hunk."
Dropping back into her heavily cushioned chair, Connie
reverently ran her fingers across the bottom of the wooden
frame. One by one, the names of the other band members
filtered through her mind. Vito Rossini, Dominic Laruso and
Danny Giordano. They were on the way up in those days, the
early days of Rock N' Roll. All they had needed was one lucky
break. And for a while it looked they might just get it.
Along with the guys were her two best
girlfriends in the whole world. Tina Marie Cerani and Jill
Barusso. The third girl in the photo, the one hanging on to
Johnny was of course as familiar as the closest mirror. Free
of the lines of age and full of youthful exuberance, the face
was her own.
Connie chuckled as she looked at her
younger self. Hair pulled back into a pony tail, a tight blue
sweater and a poodle skirt. That outfit used to cause her
mother to cross herself every time she saw her in it.
Preoccupied with the photo, Connie didn't notice the record
had finished. Her thoughts were no longer here in this room.
Closing her eyes, Connie could hear the magical music of the
Bluecoats. She could see the crowds and feel the excitement
of being there on the verge of success. Most of all, she
remembered how wonderful it felt to have everyone know she was
Johnny's girl.
Her mind began to drift further and further away as her
need for sleep and the wine took her back to days long gone.
To one special night in particular.
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Part Four
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
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"Oh Johnny." The young 16 year old
moaned as she felt the boy's hand slip under her blouse and
cup her naked breast.
"Oh baby." Johnny replied as he ran his fingers across
Connie's nipples. "You feel so nice."
With practiced skill, the dark haired 19 year old undid the
buttons of the young girl's blouse. She could feel the
excitement in his voice. She knew tonight would be the night.
Tonight she would become a woman.
"Oh God, Connie!" Johnny exclaimed as he undid the last
button and her blouse fell away. Seconds later her bright
white bra had followed the blouse to the floor. Much too the
envy of most of the girls in her class, Connie had begun
developing early and had continued to develop after most of
them had stopped. The result was an impressive 36C bust. She
had let Johnny feel it before, but this was the
first time he had been able to fully appreciate it au natural.
Johnny had been planning this night for weeks. His parents
was away for the night, having gone into the city to see that
new play "My Fair Lady". They had decided to stay overnight
in a hotel and he had the house to himself. It had taken a
lot of sweet talk, but tonight Connie was going to let him go
all the way.
"Mmmm." Johnny moaned as he kissed
Connie's soft breasts.
Running his tongue across her nipples, Johnny reached down
and eased his free hand under the folds of her skirt and
between her legs.
Finding her panties wet brought an increased hardness to his
cock, already straining against his pants. Pushing aside the
moist material, Johnny slid his fingers inside her.
"Ow!" Connie cried out at the sudden
painful intrusion. "Easy!"
"Relax, I know what I'm doing." Johnny said as he rubbed hard
against her clit.
Connie bit down until the initial pain passed and finally
began to feel good. Not as good as when she did it herself
though. A fact which confused the girl. She had always heard
that it was supposed to be better when a boy did it. Yet no
sooner had it begun to really feel good when Johnny abruptly
stopped.
Johnny took Connie's hand and placed it on the bulge in his
pants. She giggled as she felt his hardness. She rubbed it a
little, bringing a soft moan from Johnny. It was her way of
giving her assent without actually having to say it. It was a
silly thing really, but that was the code girls lived by.
Smiling, the dark haired boy broke their embrace for a moment
and undid his zipper, pulling his cock out of his pants. Then
he pulled off the pants and let them drop to the floor next to
the couch.
Connie looked in fascination at the now fully freed cock. It
was erect and pointed up and outward as if it had a life of
its own. She had seen it before of course, but that had
always been in the dim back seat of Johnny's old '52 Ford.
This was the first chance she had to see one up close and in
the light. It was a lot different than the ones she and her
girlfriends had looked at during a sleep over at Betty
Anderson's house. Betty's father was a doctor and she had
borrowed some of his medical texts. Of course none of them had
been so erect!
Sitting back down next to her, Johnny put her hand back on
his cock. As she had done on so many nights, she closed her
slim fingers around it and began to pump it up and down. The
result on Johnny was immediate and pronounced. A look of
pure satisfaction filled his face, both from the effect of
Connie's pumping motion and the thought of the prize still to
come.
"Ooooh Baby, that feels so nice." The singer said in his
special musical voice. "You make me feel so special."
The words of encouragement caused the girl to melt and
spurred her on. Doubling the speed of her hand job, she sent
new sparks shooting through her boyfriend. This felt so good
to Johnny that he temporarily lost sight of the night's
objective.
Finally, the familiar sensation that usually accompanied the
climax of his own jerk off sessions brought him back to
reality. He had to force himself to ask her to slow down. If
she kept going like that, he would have shot his load in
another minute or two.
Reluctantly, he guided her hand away from his still eager
cock. He had to give it a few minutes to let his body settle
down.
"Let's catch our breath for a minute." He said as he took
the time to unbutton the rest of his own shirt and dump in on
top of his pants. He never wore undershirts and was now
totally nude. Connie figured she should get naked as well and
began to undo the clasp of her skirt.
"No, let me do that." Johnny interrupted as he replaced her
hands with his own.
As he leaned over to slide off her skirt, Connie saw for the
first time the small blue shark tattooed on his upper biceps.
"Johnny, you're a Shark?" She asked in excitement.
Johnny turned and looked at the emblem on his skin as if
suddenly remembering that he had it. He looked a little worried
for a moment and then seeing her reaction, smiled once again.
"Well, it was a while ago." He grinned. "But as they used to
say, once you're a member you're one to the grave."
Up until a year and a half before, The Sharks had been once
of the roughest street gangs in this part of the city. It
wasn't that unusual for members to either graduate to the big
time, the state pen or the city morgue. There had been a
shooting involving a cop and even the other local hoods had
turned a blind eye as most of the gang members were hunted
down. Knowing that Johnny had been part of that seemed to
make Connie even more excited.
Feeling very flush, Connie pulled up next to Johnny once
again and cupped his balls in her hand. The fire in her eyes
was plainly visible. Johnny knew this was his chance to put
the stakes even higher.
"Connie, baby," He asked in his most
seductive tone. "Do you really love me?"
"Oh course I do," She said as she leaned forward and gave
him a quick kiss. "What kind of silly question is that?" She
laughed. "Would I be here like this if I didn't?"
"Well, I was just wondering...." He said hesitantly. "Seeing
as we're gonna, ... well you know..."
Connie nodded her assent, but looked a little confused. She
had already decided that tonight was going to be the night and
had told him so. So what in the world was he talking about?
"What I mean is...well I was wondering that maybe you'd want
to try that other thing we talked about." He continued. "You
know, the thing with the mouth...."
The words had hardly come out of Johnny's mouth when Connie
jumped up off the sofa and away from him. She was clearly
angry and grabbed her pile of clothes on the floor.
"Johnny Coravelli, how could you even ask me to do such a
thing!" She yelled as she stepped away with her clothes now
bundled up in her arms. "If that's the kind of thing you
really want, then you can go looking for one of those whore's
down by the docks!"
Both Connie and her girlfriends had agreed that putting a
man's cock in their mouth was the most disgusting thing that
they had ever heard of. Something that only the nastiest
prostitutes did. They'd no more consider doing it than their
boyfriends would think of putting their mouth between a girl's
legs.
"Connie, honey, wait!" Johnny called out as he leapt off the
couch after her. "I'm sorry, I got a little carried away!
Please don't go!"
The words were coming out of his mouth as fast as he could
think of them. He wasn't really aware of what he was saying.
Anything to keep her from getting dressed and walking out that
door. With his hands on both her shoulders, he began to
lightly stroke her arms and pour on the charm.
"Why should I stay?" Connie asked him as she looked into his
bright blue eyes.
Johnny looked deep into her eyes as well. He could see the
combination of lust and anger reflected there. It was like a
scale perfectly balanced on the edge. His next words could
cause her to go either way. He had to say the right thing or
loose her forever. She was that angry.
"I'll tell you why..." He said after taking a deep breath.
"Because next month, the Bluecoats are going to get an
audition with RCA. And if they sign us, and I really think
that they will. Then we'll be on our way. Then it'll be you
and me, right to the top. 1956 is going to be our year."
"Oh Johnny!" Connie gushed as she dropped the pile of
clothes and threw her arms around his neck. She covered his
face with kisses and kept telling him how much she loved him
and how happy she was going to make him. How she was going to
stand by him every step of the way and when he won that first
gold record she would be standing right next to him.
Returning her kisses and playing with her breasts, Johnny
considered trying again to get her to try it with her mouth.
He wanted it so badly. She was so excited that she might
change her mind. But he finally decided to take what he was
sure of getting. If he got that recording contract like he
was sure they would, then there was no way she could refuse
to try it then. If not, then there were sure to be lots of
other girls on the way to being a star.
"I want you Connie," Johnny panted. "I want to love you, I
want to love you right now."
"Oh yes, Johnny." Connie babbled on. "I want to love you
too. I want to be with you forever, I want to be with you
now!"
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Part Five
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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.
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Part Six
by Ann Douglas
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"Hi Jim!" He called out as he and Connie stepped out the door
into the driveway.
"Hey there, Johnny!" Came the reply as he waved. "Looks like
I wasted the trip." He added as he pointed to the green Ford
in the end of the driveway.
Johnny's eyes followed Jim's pointed hand until they came to
his car just sitting there. He had forgotten that he'd told
Connie that his car was going into the shop. Nothing was
wrong with it, but he had figured saying there was would make
sure they spent the night at his house rather than going out.
"It turned out to be a quick fix." Johnny replied. "Looks
like I lucked out."
"Hey, if you want to take Connie home, I don't mind." Jim
offered.
"No, its ok, you're here and all." Johnny countered.
Connie looked at him in renewed
disappointment. If he had driven her home it would've given
them a chance to talk. Now she couldn't even do that.
"I'll give you a call as soon as I can, ok?" Johnny said to
Connie as he leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Ok, sure." Connie replied, now even more confused by his
platonic action. "And it better be soon," She thought to
herself because we definitely have to talk."
With that she ran to the car where her brother was waiting
with the door open. Connie stared at Johnny while Jim closed
the door behind her and walked over to the driver's side.
Watching Jim get into the car and put it in gear, Johnny
thought Connie might have found his goodnight kiss a little
strange. But there was no way he was going to let her
suddenly throw her arms around him and give him a lover's
kiss. Not when that might leave her big brother with exactly
the right impression.
Looking out the back window as the image of Johnny standing
in the driveway faded in the distance, one thought repeated
over and over in Connie's mind. They were definitely going to
have to have a long long talk.
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"Oh Johnny." Connie murmured as she
opened her eyes as took in her surroundings in a half daze.
She realized that she had fallen asleep in her chair. The
morning light was already filtering in through the windows. It
was already Saturday morning.
Wiping the last of the sleep from her eyes, Connie looked
down at the picture in her lap. It had been a long time since
she had dreamed of that night.
"We never did get to have that talk, did we, Johnny?" She
said to the image of her long lost love.
No, they never did.
Four weeks after that fateful night, Connie was devastated
when it was announced that Johnny had married Susan Marziatto.
She'd seen Sue hanging around the band at several
performances. They went to the same high school and were only
five months apart in age. Seen the way that flat chested hussy
had looked at Johnny and the other Bluecoats, like a lost
puppy.
At the time, she couldn't understand how Johnny could've done
that to her. How could he have betrayed her love and married
such an unremarkable girl as Sue.
Six months later she had her answer with the birth of Mario
John Coravelli. Sue had been three months pregnant when
they'd been married. The birth of their son also closed the
final chapter for Johnny and the Bluecoats.
Johnny Coravelli had made many mistakes in his 19 years, but
none greater than knocking up the daughter of Jim "The Banker"
Marziatto. The local hood may have been forced to accept
Johnny into his family in order to preserve his daughter's
honor, but having his reluctant son in law continue as some
god forsaken Rock N' Roller was too much for the old Sicilian.
Within two weeks of the wedding, Johnny was informed that he
was now working for the families legitimate lumber business.
Given the option of several broken limbs or giving up his
career, Johnny had made the choice that kept all his body
parts intact. It had been made clear to the young man that
now that little Sue had a wedding certificate and a last name
to go with the baby, a live husband was no longer an important
consideration.
Johnny's marriage had lasted less than two months after they
buried the old man in early 1960. By that time, Connie was
herself the mother of a sixteen month old son, having married
Vinnie D'Angelo in 1958. Like Susan Marziatto, she had raced
the stork to the altar.
Unlike the Marziatto's, The D'Angelo's had a happy marriage
that lasted 24 years. A life Connie wouldn't have traded for a
room full of gold records.
The chimes of the wall clock struck eight and Connie rose
from her chair. Time to start the day. Leaving her mementos
were they lay, she tied the sash of the bathrobe she had been
wearing the night before and headed for the kitchen. A quick
breakfast of coffee and muffins followed. Her daughter Angela
had once suggested that Connie should think about hiring a
woman, someone to do the cooking and housecleaning. But Connie
had quickly put a stop to the idea. She was far too
independent and set in her ways.
After clearing the breakfast dishes, Connie headed for the
master bathroom for a quick shower. She was about to turn on
the water when she changed her mind. Her back hurt a little
after spending the night in that chair. A bath would feel
better than a shower. She had plenty of time, the guy from
the agency wasn't due until after lunch.
Five minutes later, Connie eased herself into the oversized
sunken tub that had been a birthday gift from Vinnie many
years ago. The heat of the water felt good as it penetrated
her body. The tub was wide and long enough that she could
stretch her whole body out.
After a few minutes of just soaking, Connie began to wash
with a large bar of perfumed soap. The hot water felt good as
it splashed across Connie's breasts. She ran her soapy fingers
across her large mounds, playing with her nipples. As always,
it felt good.
Connie slid the bar of soap down between her legs and began
rubbing the wet mound. Letting the yellow bar float free, she
slipped a finger inside herself, uttering a soft moan as she
did. A second finger followed, and then a third. Soon she was
furiously pumping them in and out. While the warm water and
her fingers caressed her love canal, her thumb played against
her clit. Four decades of familiarity with her own body bought
her quickly to the edge of bliss.
The 54 year old leaned back against the soft plastic cushion
built against the head of the tub, her eyes closed, lost in
the moment. Her thoughts again began drifted back to that
warm June night 39 years before. Of love lost and desire
unfulfilled.
It wasn't long before Connie's body began to trembled as her
orgasm was upon her. Her mouth formed a silent O as her legs
and arms grew weak and repeated waves of delight rippled up
and down her naked form.
For long moments she just drifted there, even after her
bodyquake had ceased. She just listened to the twin sounds of
her heartbeat and the gentle flow of the water as it bounced
off her. Those first moments after an orgasm were meant to be
relished. As Connie had grown older and come into her sexual
prime, she discovered that her climaxes had become more and
more intense. Even now, years later, they still were.
Ann Douglas
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Part Seven
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
Eventually, the water began to cool and Connie lifted herself
out of the tub. Dripping water, she stepped up and out of the
marble tub and onto the carpeted floor. She retrieved a large
batch towel from the wall bar and began to dry herself.
Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth against her nipples.
Connie stopped for a moment and took a long look at herself
in the bathroom's full length mirror.
For a woman of 54, Connie D'Angelo had little to complain
about as far as her body was concerned. 5'7", she still
weighed pretty much the same as she did after Angela was born.
Oh there were certainly more wrinkles, but far fewer than she
had seen on other women of her age. Her large breasts sagged
some but that had to be expected. It wasn't like she expected
to be a firm trim teenager all her life. In fact, the extra
pounds she had gained over the years gave her a more full
figured look that she actually enjoyed. Her nipples were dark
and attractive against her very white skin, it had been many
years since she had sunbathed topless. Her stomach was
reasonably trim with her weight distributed pretty evenly
around her body.
In fact, if someone had to guess her age by just looking, she
didn't think she was being too egotistical by thinking they
would say mid to late forties.
In fact, the only thing that the woman really disliked about
the image reflected back to her was the grayness of the small
triangle between her legs. Once, many years ago, she had let
one of the more discreet beauticians attempt to color that
gray as well. Her skin in that area had proved to be much
too sensitive and had produced a small but painful chemical
burn. That had been the end of that idea.
There had also been a time when she
considered shaving it off completely. Then that idea also
flew out the window when she saw a 50 year old at the spa who
had done just that. Connie decided it was the most ridiculous
thing she had ever seen. A grandmother looking as bare as a
pre-teen girl. The final compromise had been to just keep it
as closely trimmed as she did now.
Finishing drying herself off and taking care of her daily
toiletries, Connie walked into the bedroom, still stark naked.
That was one of the advantages of living alone, she didn't
have to worry about such things as false modesty.
The weather report had called for another warm day, rising up
to the mid 80's. From the warm breeze coming through the
large bay window, Connie figured they were being conservative
in their prediction.
Selecting a light sundress and laying it out on the bed,
Connie reached into her dresser for a clean bra and panties.
The panties were white and rather plain, but these days she
selected them for comfort rather than how they looked. Not
that she didn't have a few special pairs in the bottom draw
that she saved for special occasions.
Like the panties, her bra was designed more for function than
form. But surprisingly combined the best of both. When she
donned the light green dress and looked in the mirror, she had
a very ample view of the valley between her breasts.
"Might as well give young Mr. Ross a good view ." She
laughed.
A noise from outside the window drew her to it and she looked
down into the backyard. Standing there among a pile of patio
blocks and sand was a rather tall and tanned, muscular young
man. He was stripped to the waist and clad only in a pair of
cut offs and sneakers.
From the look of the patio, the boy must've come earlier
while Connie was in the bath had getting no reply to the bell,
gone right to work. She had to admire his dedication. The
work looked like it was almost finished.
"Well I'd better get down there." Connie thought.
She stopped by the kitchen, making a large ice tea. If that
young man had been working out there in the hot sun for any
amount of time, she was sure he'd appreciate it.
"Good morning!" She said as she stepped out the back door
onto the patio.
The dark and curly haired young man reacted to her voice and
turned. A wide smile filled his face. Taken aback by his
youthful sweat covered form, it took a second for Connie to
realize she knew the worker.
"Hi there, Mrs. D'Angelo." He said, his smile growing
broader.
"Jack?" She replied, surprised to see the face of Jack
Marziatto.
"I hope I didn't wake you with all the noise." Jack said.
"Ross got sick and asked me to take his place. I was glad for
the work. The only thing was that he forgot to tell me what
time he was supposed to come by."
Connie didn't hear a word he said. She was too busy looking
him over from head to toe. It was almost like Johnny had
come back to life new, and improved.
"So I took a chance and came by about nine. When I got no
answer, I figured you might be sleeping in. So I started work
and tried to keep it as quiet as possible."
Jack stopped when he realized that Mrs. D'Angelo was staring
at him. He wondered if she was angry because he had started
the work without talking to her first.
"Mrs. D'Angelo?" He asked.
"Oh, sorry." Connie replied, snapping out of her fog. "You
were saying?"
"I said I hope I didn't wake you."
"Oh no, of course not." She said, her face genuinely
beaming. "I admire a young man who gets right in there and
gets the job done. And from what I can see, you're just about
done already."
"About another hour or so." Jack answered. "I was just about
to take a little breather."
"Oh, this is your you." Connie said, finally remembering the
ice tea in her hand. "When I saw you out here working, I
thought you could use it. Unless you'd like a beer or
something?"
"No, ice tea is fine." Jack said as he took the glass.
"Thank you."
Connie watched in fascination as he drained the tall glass in
one continuous gulp. A small drop of tea splashed across his
chin. She watched enthralled as it slid down his neck and
continued across his well developed Pecs.
"That was good, Mrs. D'Angelo" The
athlete said as he drained the last drops and handed back the
glass. "Thank you again."
"It was the least I could do." Connie replied. "Tell you
what, since you're probably going to be here about lunch time,
why don't I fix us both a little something. That is if you
don't mind eating with an old lady?"
"That'd be fine." He replied as he held the shoved in his
hand. "And I'd hardly consider you old. In fact, when Jenny
introduced you last week I was really surprised that you were
her grandmother."
"Oh really," Connie laughed. "Let me guess. You thought we
were sisters, just like that old TV commercial."
"Well, no." Johnny answered. "Actually I thought you
might've been her mother. The way the two of you had been
chatting and all. You definitely don't fit the image what most
people think of as a grandmother."
"I'll think you're a talented liar," She retorted. "But I'll
take that as a compliment just as well."
Connie grinned, showing that she hadn't been serious about
him being a liar. True be told, she was very flattered. She
had been only 38 when Jenny had been born, she could've been
her mother. In many ways, she had been.
"Well let me let you get back to work." Connie concluded and
headed back into the house.
Jack had watched her walk back across the patio to the
kitchen. Thankfully, she hadn't noticed him checking out her
tits. The college boy had always had a fascination with large
breasts and the fact that this pair belonged to a woman a
great deal older than him really didn't make a lot of
difference.
Most of the guys back at the Gamma Tau Ceti fraternity
wouldn't thought there was something really weird about that.
After all, who'd want to look at some old lady when there were
all those 18 and 19 year old coeds bouncing around. There was
a time that Jack would've agreed with them. But that was
before he'd had a short affair with the landlady of the house
he stayed in before he pledged Gamma Tau.
Except for an impressive chest, she wasn't really a whole lot
to look at. Just a rather ordinary looking, divorced, 41 year
old. Jack couldn't even remember how it really started. They
were just talking one night and one thing led to another. At
first, they both were embarrassed to have wound up in bed with
each other. That soon faded. She had taught him things that
none of those coeds would learn for many years. Stripped of
all the stupid mind games, it'd been the most incredible sex
he'd ever had. So good in fact, that he was a little
reluctant to move out and into the frat house. But she had
insisted. What they'd had been great, but it was only a
transitory thing. He had to move on.
Ann Douglas
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-DEJA VU-
Part Eight
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
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By noon, the temperature had risen to 92.
Connie had replaced the light sundress with a once
piece bathing suit. After lunch she planned to take a
cold dip in the pool.
Carrying a tray of finger sandwiches and cold
drinks, Connie once more walked outside. Jack was
just packing away the last of his tools. He was dirty
and sweaty, a condition the older woman found very
erotic.
"You look like you could use a shower?"
Connie said as she placed the tray on the wooden
picnic table. Stepping under the shade of the wide
yellow umbrella caused the temperature to drop a
few degrees.
"I'd hate to track all this mess into your
house." Jack replied as he stepped up and picked up
one of the small bite sized snacks.
"Oh you don't have to worry about that."
Connie answered as she also nibbled at a sandwich.
"There's an outdoor shower over there by the pool
shed. You can wash up there."
"That's perfect, Mrs. D'Angelo." He said as
the last morsel disappeared into his mouth. "If you'll
excuse me, I'll wash this muck off before I get it all
over your clean chairs."
"Certainly, but if we're going to have lunch
together, I insist you call me Connie. Mrs. D'Angelo
sounds so old."
"Ok, Connie it is." Jack smiled. The same
devil may care smile she had seen in her dreams. "I'll
be right back."
Connie tried to not be too obvious as she
stole glances in the direction of the pool shed. The
small wall around the showerhead only covered the
area just below shoulder level down to your knees.
She wished she had the nerve to stroll over there for
some reason and take a peek. Watching Jack toss
his dirty shorts over the wall, Connie felt a warm
flush.
Five minutes later, Jack stepped out of the
shower, clean and fresh. As he walked back to the
table, drying his hair with a towel, Connie was
surprised that he now wore a pair of red swimming
trunks.
"I hope you don't mind my borrowing these."
He said indicating the shorts. "They were just
hanging back there. The fit is a little snug but their a
lot more clean that the pair I came with."
"Not at all." Connie replied. "They must've
been left over from the pool party Jenny had before
she left. If no one's claimed them by now, their
your's. You look good in them."
The reason being, Connie thought to herself,
that they were such a snug fit that they very clearly
outlined his hidden assets.
The two chatted for the next thirty or so
minutes. They talked about college and Jack's plans
beyond it. He was a business communications
major, but he also had a strong interest in music. In
fact, he even had a band back at school. It had
started out as something to do on weekends. Then it
had gown into a passion.
"What kind of music do you perform?
Connie asked as she finished off her Long Island Ice
Tea.
"Well you might find this a little strange, but
I've got a real love for '50's and very early 60's
music." Jack said, the intensity in his eyes lighting
up as he spoke about something he really cared
about. "All that really great music that got pushed
aside by the British Invasion in '63."
"Is there really an interest in that old stuff?"
Connie asked, genuinely interested. "I would think
that it only appealed to old fogies like myself."
"No, I mean yes, there's always been some
interest." Jack said. "Its funny but of the big hits of
the last ten years, most are already forgotten. But
some of the hits from 30-40 years ago still draw an
audience."
"That's really interesting." She said. "Are
you any good?"
"Well, we've always played to sell out
crowds. In fact, if it wasn't for my parents insisting
that I come home for the summer, I was thinking of
taking the band on tour."
"That would seem a better way of making
money for school, a lot more fun that swinging a
shovel." Connie said.
"Definitely, but grandma still controls most
of the money and she didn't like the idea of me
playing in a band. She says all musicians were
useless good for nothings that would never amount
to anything."
"Didn't you say that your grandfather had
been a musician?" Connie asked.
"Actually, he was the leader of a group back
in the mid-50's. From what my dad says, they really
had a chance to make it big. They even played on
the same stage once with Little Richard."
"What happened to them?" Connie asked,
very curious as to what the answer would be.
"For some reason he just gave it up right
after he married my grandmother. My dad never
knew why. And it was pointless to ask grandma,
she couldn't say his name without cursing." Jack
answered. "They were supposed to make a demo for
RCA just before he up and quit. I wish they had, I'd
have loved to hear them. They were supposed to be
really great."
"They were..." Connie said without thinking.
"What...?" Jack asked as she looked up.
"I mean., I'm sure they were." She corrected
herself.
"Where you into music when you were that
age?" Jack asked.
"Oh yes, my girlfriends and I used to go to
see all the local groups."
"Then maybe you heard them?" Jack said,
hopefully that she would say yes and could tell him
about the music. "Johnny and the Bluecoats."
Connie hesitated for a moment. She was torn
between the truth and her interest in this young man.
An interest the truth would make all but impossible.
"No,...." She said hesitantly. "I'm afraid I
can't recall a group by that name."
"Oh well." Jack said, disappointment in his
voice. "It was a real outside chance at best."
Connie felt like a real shit. Especially since
among the things that had been in that box she'd
opened last night had been a large reel to reel tape of
one of the Bluecoats practice sessions. She's used
her father's tape recorder to record it. If Vinnie had
preserved it as well as everything else, and there was
no reason to think he hadn't, then it was still good.
Silently, she promised herself that no matter what
happened, she would have the tape delivered
anonymously to Jack before the week was out. As
soon as she could think of a good cover story to go
with it.
"I was going to take a little dip in the pool."
Connie said, changing the subject. "As long as you
have the trunks on, why don't you join me. Unless
of course you have something else to do?"
"No, not really." Jack answered. "Hot as it
is, the pool sounds great."
Twenty minutes passed as they splashed
water at each other and swam the length of the
Olympic pool. The ease with which they joked back
and forth made the vast age difference between them
fade as easily as the water splattered onto the hot
patio deck.
Connie had just leapt up as high as she could
in order to splash him once again when she lost her
balance as her foot slipped on the pool floor.
Jack quickly grabbed her to keep her from
going under. Reacting instinctively, he simply
grabbed what would give him the best grip on her.
Which in this case, since he was behind her, had
been her oversized breasts.
When he failed to remove his hands right
away after Connie had regained her balance, she
turned her head around and said.
"I guess I should take this as another
compliment?"
Jack didn't understand at first, then realized
that his hands were still spread out over her cloth
covered nipples. He had to admit it felt good.
Reluctantly, he was about to remove his hands and
make a joke about taking too long when Connie's
right hand covered his and held it in place.
A sudden sensation beneath the water cause
him to slightly jump as Connie's left hand closed on
the bulge in his too tight trunks. She smiled as she
found it rock hard.
"Definitely a compliment." She purred.
For once in his life, Jack was speechless.
"Well, as I see it, we can look at this two
ways." Connie said. "Just chalk it up to an accident
and a natural male response to it, or ... we can take
it as the indication of a mutual interest and perhaps
do something about it."
Jack's head was swirling. He still didn't
know what to say. Yet at the same time, he made
no move to disengage himself.
"Perhaps you need just a little more
encouragement to help you make up your mind."
Connie said as she spun around in his arms and
stood face to face.
Jack's back was now up against the wall of
the pool and there was no place for him to go unless
he pushed her out of the way. The uncertain young
man watched in fascination as she reached up and
pulled down the straps of her swimsuit, letting her
prodigious mammaries float free.
Jack's mouth dropped opened and his eyes
blazed with hunger as he looked down at the large
dark aureole and the thick nipples that protruded
from the centers. With a broad grin, Connie brought
his hands to their previous position, inviting him to
feel them without the barrier of the swimsuit.
Connie's smile grew to her most radiant as
Jack accepted the invitation and began to caress her
nipples. She pulled him close and kissed him on the
lips. Full of desire, it was definitely not the sort of
kiss you expected from someone's grandmother.
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Part Nine
by Ann Douglas
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"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
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-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 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. "Even if it takes a few
generations to do it."
END
Ann Douglas