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Sunday, August 5th, 2007





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Who Was She?

It was winter. We were vacationing at the Farm. It was a big farm having many sub-farms. There were horses and cattle and fish. The farm had orchards and agricultural-fields. There was a big Farm House and out houses where farm-workers and their families live. We used to ride horses and fish. We would go to orchards to pick up fresh fruits. Young lids of farm-workers would accompany us. It was a fun to spend vacations over there. We always do that. Mom and Dad would also invite their friends to accompany us.



The Farm belongs to my father who that winter could not accompany us.



We were putting up in that big a Farmhouse. It has five bedrooms drawing rooms and dinning hall. What the House did not have were the Bathrooms attached with bedrooms. The House though had three common bath rooms. A little far were the outhouses for farm-workers. On each side of the Farmhouse is verandahs and grassy lawns. In that winter when sun would shine we would be served breakfast in the lawns.



We were then five of us. My mom her best friend friend s daughter my sister and myself. My Mom was then forty years of age a little overweight but very pretty. Her friend must also be of her age slim nice body and a very lovely smile. Her daughter was a sexy-doll about 19 medium size-breasts firm and round buttocks. She had golden hair and green eyes. And then was my sister equally cute and pleasant.



I was the only male member among the visitors. I was then 19 a virgin by chance and not by choice. I was tall and slim and handsome all standards. As and when I came closer to farm-girls I would get a hard on. I also tried to seduce one or two of them. Apparently the girls had no hesitation but we did not have privacy. While sitting with female members of my group I would at times get erection.



Once my sister and I were riding one horse. I was teaching her how to ride a horse. She would often come in my arms. Our legs often got closer. Her buttocks rubbed my crotch. I had a strong erection. She felt it. She looked back at me and smiled. She perhaps wanted more. I could not give that more.



It was midnight. I got up to urinate. While I was stretching myself I found that light of one room of the outhouses was on and some one was fucking some one. I could not recognize them because the window-pans of the outhouse was a little foggy. But I could clearly see and imagine as to what was going on. I could see her sucking him and him eating her. I could see him putting it all the way in. All this brought me a hard erection.



What to do? Masturbate? Yes. Fantasizing whom? Mom? No. Sis? No. Guests? No. They are guests and must be respected. OK. Farm girl? Yes. But first of all I must urinate.



With my hard dick all naked I came out of my room. And before I could get into bathroom she came out of bathroom. Seeing her as if I got frozen. I tried to hide my erection but could not. She had seen every thing. She came closer to me and gave me a hug. She was smiling. She whispered. You must not lock your door. I will come this night and every night.



She did come every night. What did we do? I owe you details.



Yes she saw me stroking my erect penis. I was embarrassed. She was smiling. She came closer gave me a light hug and whispered “Do not lock the door. I will come tonight.



Coming back I kept waiting. An hour must have passed like one century. She did not come. I kept waiting. There were no signs of her coming. I had hardly decided to masturbate and go to sleep when I heard the silent-opening and locking of the door. After a few moments she slided in my bed under blankets. There was darkness. There was silence. Then I felt two warm breasts around my forehead and finger tips in my hair. I made a little move and took one nipple in my two lips and started sucking it. My hands were cupping the other breast. After a few minutes of my sucking her first breast she started producing passive-voices of see … ahhh … ohhh … seee . I took her second nipple in my mouth to suck it deep and hard. While I kept sucking her breasts one after the other she kept cumming shivering and getting my head closer and closest. She kept holding my dick in her soft palm.



After about five or six orgasms she started kissing my lips. I wanted to reply with more passions and depth but she started sliding her lips down and kissing my neck and chest and belly she stopped at my dick. She kissed it took the head in her lips half of it and then all of it. She licked it tongued it and gave it a deep-throat suck. Soon she made me cum. She held me closer to her mouth. I could feel that my dick has well-crossed her throat. I exploded. It was the best cum me ever had. She must have swallowed all of it. She kept the penis in for quite some time after my orgasm and after she released the limp-rod she whispered. How was it?



We then rested for a minute or two when I felt her heavenly cave right on my lips. A nice feeling and smell were all spread around. I took all of it in my mouth yes all of it. I sucked it I ate it. She was making small moves to and fro on my mouth. I then sucked her pussy-lips and then her clit. My tongue would move up and down down and up in her depth. My tongue would stop at her hole and her clit. She kept on oozing juices which I kept drinking. I ate her I drank her.



She had by then noticed that I was fully erect again. So she again whispered. I am getting doggie. Come from behind. Do you know how?



Yes. I whispered back.



Good. Ride me hard. she again whispered.



Feeling her in darkness I found her to be on knees and hands. I went to her back and she helped my dick to target her pussy but I had some thing else in mind. I also lubricated her ass as well as her pussy with her wetness. Before she could know as to what was going to happen to her the shaft of my dick had gone in her ass. I waited for a while. I heard a sigh. Then a little silence. Then I heard her saying Good keep it up.



These words gave me a new strength. I got busy in fucking her ass. She was enjoying it too enjoying and cumming. I fucked her ass for nearly quarter of an hour when I had withdrawn from her ass and put it in her pussy. The moment it all went in I heard another sigh the sigh of little pain and greater pleasure. Her pussy muscles contracting and expanding pushing closer and pulling away as I go all in and come out.



How is it?” I now silently whispered.



Just the best she whispered back.



Any thing more?



Yes. Make it hard deep and fast she answered.



So I fucked her harder deeper and faster making her to cum several times before I could offload all of my cum in her. When I was cumming she became very violent and wild. After that she fell down on bed fully exhausted but satisfied as were told by her finger tips to my hair.



After about 15 minutes she got up found out her nightie kissed my cheeks with utmost love promising she would come again.



Who was she? I told you. We were five there staying in the Farm House myself Mom Mom s friend Friend s daughter and my Sister. Who was she? among them? Guess about it and let me know.



This was second night. I waited long. She did not come. I masturbated fantasizing her and sleep over powered me. Then I perhaps dreamed of her. Or perhaps she was in my arms snoring and sleeping. Yes she was. She must have come while I was sleeping. She must have put her nightie off and slided in my bed and slept.



Once I got up and found her warm body I felt like burying my face deep inside her pussy. My tongue hot and quick was soon working its way from deep inside her pussy to her clit. She kept closing her eyes



I took my tongue out of her heavenly cave and climbed up on her body placing my mouth instead on her breasts. This made her breasts firm and her nipples hard and pointed. I flicked my tongue out at one of her nipples. I licked that nipple again and again. Then I took it in my mouth and began to suck on it. My hand came up and tweaked her other nipple. I took turns on one nipple than the other one breast and the other. Her breath became short.



Then my hands and mouth left her nipples. My hand now cupped her pussy two of my fingers finding their way through her hot pussy lips and to her clit. My fingers continued delicately rubbing her clit. Then once again my other hand kept teasing her nipples and breasts. My fingers continued dancing on her clit. Then suddenly my fingers slid down from her clit and entered her.



She was still pretending to be asleep while I was crudely shoving inside her.



Sleeping or no sleeping she must have felt my weight against her body. I was playing with her pussy again. I was sucking her slow at first then harder. I would spread her pussy lips with my lips and would wrap my lips around her clit. And when my tongue would push into the opening of her hole I could feel her legs tightening against my head.



Her body slowly relaxing I felt her moving closer to me. I felt her rubbing her crotch against my thigh. I rubbed my cock hard as rock as it easy. It was just an inch below her pussy. I soon positioned it against the opening. I once again parted her pussy lips with my fingers and put the cock in. The head got in another push and half of it a harder push this time and all of it went in. Her arms now flew around my shoulders. She dug her finger-nails into my back.



Now both of us were perhaps feeling as some thing was building up. This time we waited for it. It would be as amazing as it was last night may be more. I doubled my efforts inside her pussy thrusting harder and faster. She also arched back as much as she could and ground her pussy to my cock as hard as she could. I remember feeling some thing hot flooding out of us as I put my cock deeper and her grip tightened when both of us collapsed.



We must have slept in each others arms for a few more minutes or may be for a few more ages when I felt her lips on mine. Then I heard a whisper.



I love you.



I love you too. I said when she had crossed the door of my room.



Next day we came back from the Farm.



Who was she?


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Thursday, August 2nd, 2007





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Mrs Johnson s Opening Gambit

It was 10 years ago now but I can remember every sight sound and smell of that incredible week-end. Mum had to go up to London for reasons she never explained and while I was 18-years-old I was still very much a mummy s boy . Crikey have I grown up!



Anyway mum called over the back yard fence and our neighbour Mrs Johnson came out and walked down her garden to talk to her.



I was standing some yards away but I heard mum explain: I ve got to go to London this afternoon for the week-end I ll be back Sunday night. Something s come up you see.



Mrs Johnson nodded her honey-blonde head sagely. I think between you and me she knew just what it was all about they were pretty close for neighbours.



Roger s such a baby and I don t want to leave him alone in the house now Mike s left me so would you be an absolute pet and take him in Jill?



Mrs Johnson again nodded her lovely honey-blonde head and smiled at me. I can see her piercingly blue eyes now! It will be a pleasure Dot she told mum.



And that was how I came to be sitting in the lounge of Mrs Johnson s home that evening after a meal of fish and chips – it was a Friday night we always enjoyed fish and chips Fridays and Mrs J knew that. I was of course quite used to spending hours in the Johnsons lounge. It was there eight years before when I was a precocious 10-year-old that Mr Johnson had started teaching me the rudiments of chess then the traps then the strategies.



I was now the English schoolboys champion and not interested in girls in the slightest despite my rather handsome dark-haired looks. I m told that my jet-black hair is still a woman puller. But that s another story.



Girls as I say didn t arouse me. I was far more interested in the intricacies of the Sicilian defence or the Queen s gambit declined or even the rough-and-tumbles to be enjoyed using dear old Captain Evans gambit than chasing skirt.



Mr Johnson a retired school mathematics teacher and 20 years older than Mrs Johnson who was 40 at the time of this story had died the year before aged 59 from cancer. His last words to me two days before his death had been: Remember young Roger always castle on the same side of the board as your opponent – always!



Now Mrs Johnson was a widow and seemed to be enjoying it. Her appearance had blossomed since Mr Johnson s death her hair was much stronger and shinier she had it done once a week. Her figure was full but she had taken to wearing mini skirts and high heels something she never did when Mr Johnson was around.



Around 9 o clock as Mrs Johnson was pouring her umpteenth sherry I said I was feeling sleepy and could I go to bed? She smiled at me said Of course darling in a slightly slurred voice and showed me to the guest s bedroom.



It was a warm summer s evening so I stripped naked and slipped between the sheets. A few minutes later Mrs Johnson tapped on the door and walked in. She was no longer wearing her dress but she d kept her high heels on. Now she was merely clad in a shiny black slip which showed much more of her big bust than I d ever seen before.



It was obvious that she wasn t wearing a bra as I could see the outlines of her nipples thrusting at the gleaming black material. Although I was too naive to realise it then my memory tells me that the sheen of the material across her hips betrayed the fact that she wasn t wearing panties either!



Mrs Johnson was clutching a book in her hand. I thought it might be some interesting bedtime reading from her late husband s extensive chess library like Karpov s Greatest Games or 200 Mikhail Tal Sacrifices something I could really get my teeth into. But it was not a book on chess.



This was Andrew s favourite book darling Roger she said handing it to me. It s rather racy I think that s the right word. I hope you enjoy it. It s not very long but I think you ll find it very exciting.



And with that she bent over and gave me a sloppy smooch on my cheek the fumes of her sherry invading my nostrils as she did.



When she had left the bedroom and quietly closed the door I looked at the slim 175-page volume. It was entitled Petticoat Punishment and told the story of a young man who is sent to a girls finishing school – quite why was never really satisfactorily explained – where he became an extremely willing plaything of six nubile young ladies aged between 18 and 21.



The volume was illustrated by about seven or eight colour illustrations of a young man being cruelly punished by extremely strict dominatrixes in a lavishly-equipped torture chamber and which had absolutely nothing to do with the book s narrative whatsoever.



I lay down and read the thing from cover to cover. Soon after starting I found myself playing with my cock which was a mere six inches long but which as my current wife points out is immaterial. It s not the length it s the control you ve got over it that counts she s always telling me. By the time I had finished the trials tribulations and entertainments the young man endures and enjoys at the finishing school I was hugely aroused. I d never read anything like it. Well it was certainly different from Bobby Fischer s 100 Memorable Games I can tell you!



The next morning was a still English summer s morning sunny and hot so I pulled on some shiny red satin shorts a white T-shirt and went downstairs to find Mrs Johnson cooking breakfast.



She turned and gave me a big smile and then I saw she was wearing the shiny silk slip she d had on the previous night when she had entered my bedroom to lend me the erotic novel.



Hello big boy said Mrs Johnson did you sleep well?



I nodded slipping into the semi-circular dining couch area. Yes thank-you Mrs Johnson I said watching her stir the scrambled eggs.



And did you enjoy the book I lent you? she asked still fixing me with a big smile.



I think I might have blushed. Er it was er very interesting I said.



Mrs Johnson laughed. The illustrations always amuse me she said pouring the scrambled eggs over toast set on two plates. They have absolutely nothing to do with the story line whatsoever – more s the pity!



Then we tucked into breakfast Mrs Johnson sitting very close to me her full but firm thigh pressing against mine. She smelled of perfume and her hair was gleaming almost golden. Her nipples stuck out into the material and I could see large areas of bare flesh at the top of her slip.



Sorry Roger she said just as we finished I hope my decolletage isn t worrying you – decolletage that s such a lovely French word and it appears in Petticoat Punishment a lot doesn t it?



I took that to be three questions but I answered only one. No it s lovely I mumbled referring to question one.



Mrs Johnson smiled at me again then took me by the hand and whispered: Come with me Roger.



She then moved out from the dining couch and led me out of the kitchen and upstairs still holding me firmly by the hand. My legs trembled and my heart was pounding but I did nothing to stop her moves. Now of course I know that she had decided to seduce me and when a woman wants to seduce a man she damn well does so there was nothing I could have done about it.



Mrs Johnson led me into her bedroom and pulled my T-shirt from my unprotesting body. Then she patted several large fluffy pillows up and told me to Get on the bed . I obeyed and she sat up on the bed next to me her body flush against mine.



Decolletage she said again savouring the word. Such a perfect description isn t it?



I nodded speechless staring at her heaving globes appearing above the top of her slip. Then with a firm gentle but insistent hand Mrs Johnson pulled on my neck and brought my face down to her bosom. I inhaled the wonderful scent of perfume then kissed the left upper globe the nearest to me.



Mrs Johnson let out a small sigh and then grasped the front of the slip and pulled it down until it was gathered beneath her breasts. The sight of her big titties with dark brown nipples and equally dark large rings around them was the most stunningly erotic sight I had ever set eyes on. Instinctively I placed my mouth on her left nipple and sucked it an action which drew a sharp gasp from my 40-year-old seductress.



My kissing and sucking on her nipple was not a reaction to a maternal approach as far as I was concerned. Mum is short and scrawny Mrs Johnson is almost my height – five foot 10 – and busty. But it was just the most natural thing to do to suck her nipple. I then grazed my mouth across her big boobs and implanted another sucking kiss this time on her right nipple.



As I did so Mrs Johnson felt around my body to my shorts and with a gasped Lift your bottom Roger she slipped them from my body revealing my stiff six inches of uncut cock.



She no sooner had me naked than she was bending over my penis and then I felt one of the most ineffably beautiful sensations I have to this very day ever experienced.



Her mouth closed around my helmet sucking and kissing my hardness her tongue licking inside my foreskin her mouth swallowing what I knew to be copious amounts of juice that had collected there. At that moment I could hear only my heart thumping and the ticking of a clock on her dressing table. To this day I cannot hear a clock ticking without thinking of fellatio and Mrs Johnson.



As soon as I registered the clock s tick Mrs Johnson pulled her mouth away a move which disappointed me but then she rubbed her breasts across my cock and balls – a move which absolutely delighted me!



After a few strokes from side to side with her erect nipples rubbing along my stiff shaft Mrs Johnson sat up and knelt her knees on either side of my torso. Then she hitched up the hem of her slip and rose to my face. At first I gasped at the sight of her pussy its fleshy lips full and thick below a little copse of light brown pubic hair at her mons. Then I inhaled and for the very first time in my life delighted in the incredibly intoxicating aroma of a mature woman on heat! The perfume exuding from her pussy sent me into a sort of spin and then I was doing what I knew she wanted.



My tongue licked along her labia lips tasting the secretions of salty sex then I kissed her full on the lips before tonguing my way down to her wet cunt dripping love juice like a faucet! As I performed my very first oral adoration of a woman s pussy Mrs Johnson started to graunch and grind her pudenda against my mouth and face.



I was interrupted in my minge ministrations by a panting sound from Mrs Johnson followed by a sobbing and then cries of Oh Roger lick my clit lick my clit! Which was all very well but I didn t have the faintest idea what she was talking about. I guess I must have dozed off through sex instruction classes or been pondering a complication in the French defence at the time.



But Mrs Johnson came to her own rescue by talking me down – or up rather – like an air traffic controller.



Up from my cunt up high higher – yes yes! There! There!



And my tongue contacted a little erect bud which I took to be the target and I licked and kissed it until Mrs Johnson commanded: Press your tongue flat against it Roger. Yes! Yes! That s it that s it!



All this was followed by a high-pitched wail as her orgasm obviously flooded through her then she fell off me and lay beside me her face aglow with a beaming smile.



Thank-you darling she said I needed that as if you couldn t tell. Now what can we do for you. Would you like to fuck me?



I really didn t know. My cock was as stiff as a policeman s truncheon and my heart was pounding. I knew I was excited but I didn t know about fucking. However I was always a polite young man so I replied: Yes please Mrs Johnson.



Here she said smiling at me and widening her legs and thighs let me help.



And she took hold of my cock and as I bent over her she guided it to her cunt and then natural instinct took over and I thrust up her satiny smooth vagina feeling the slippery walls of her passage gripping my cock and pulling my foreskin back as I entered her.



Mrs Johnson smiled as I pumped up and down on her large luxury body which while large was not fat just – well large. Her hands ran across my heaving humping buttocks and stroked them as I worked away to my ejaculation coming far too soon I am sure but with a supremely satisfying explosion.



After I had calmed Mrs J went to her bathroom and cleaned up then indicated to me that I should join her in her shower. We soaped each other and then she towelled me dry before allowing me to do the same to her.



Back on her bed Mrs Johnson produced a companion volume to Petticoat Punishment titled Petticoat Perversions where the young man is taken down to the finishing school s basement torture chamber. There the six lovely ladies have their wicked ways with him joined now by the headmistress and her deputy Miss Whipwell. This time the illustrations in the book were much more in line with the narrative.



Mrs Johnson asked me to read some of the saucier scenes out aloud and after several of these my cock was again standing to attention. This time Mrs Johnson initiated me into the delights of 69 – soixante-neuf as she insisted on calling it – before standing at the head of the bed and thrusting once more to a noisy orgasm as I sat beneath her pulsating pussy.



Again I was invited to fuck her and this time I managed a little longer before once more shooting my load deep within her. This time Mrs Johnson cleaned herself alone in the bathroom. Then there was more erotic book reading.



Mr Johnson had it appeared a collection of some 20 dirty books in his library and Mrs Johnson told me that on some nights he would delight in reading out particularly spicy sections while Mrs Johnson fellated him.



Did he er you know did he … and my voice fell away.



Did he come while I was performing on him darling? said Mrs Johnson completing my question for me. Yes of course he did Roger. I suppose you d like to try it?



My heart leapt. I enjoyed fucking Mrs Johnson but her fellatio was an act which sent my heart thumping into overdrive.



Would you mind Mrs Johnson? I inquired dreading that she might refuse although pretty certain she would not.



Of course not darling she smiled although it will cost you a spanking. Is that OK by you?



I nodded eagerly just intent on having her mouth working on my hard-on again.



Pick a title she said pointing to the books arrayed on her bookcase. I selected another slim volume – 160 pages this time – entitled The Whip Mistress .



Oh that s a lovely book said Mrs Johnson and I know just the place for you to start.



She then gave me a short synopsis – a school headmistress punishes the male PT teacher at yet another girls finishing school – then opened the book at a well-leafed section in chapter three.



I started to read the raunchy description of a naked male being flagellated by a leather-clad headmistress-turned-dominatrix and as I did Mrs Johnson bent to her task of fellating me. As the description became more and more erotic so her thrusting up and down on my erection became faster and faster.



I had just spoken the words Mrs Whipwell laid the lash against his quivering buttocks for the nineteenth time when she heard Mr Pearson give out a cry of Mercy mercy pretty please mercy Mrs Whipwell … when I could contain my excitement no longer and Mrs Johnson s eagerly working mouth was sucking down my explosion of cum. It was possibly the most exciting orgasm I have ever enjoyed.



This excitement was followed by a spanking session which warmed my bum to a lovely glow but didn t really hurt. What it did do was arouse Mrs Johnson who then made me perform cunnilingus on her again a task I was only too pleased to carry out.



And that s how the week-end panned out really. Sessions of erotica readings fellatio cunnilingus fucking spanking then more reading more sucking more fucking more spanking.



By the time mummy arrived to collect me on Sunday evening I was exhausted my eyes sunken into deep hollows.



Roger she said sharply are you OK you look absolutely shattered.



Mrs Johnson replied for me: It s no wonder the way he works at all those chess puzzles for hours and hours Dot. He should take a rest and go out with girls for a change.



Mum laughed. It would take wild horses to drag him away from those 64 squares Jill.



Mrs Johnson flashed me a We know better don t we Roger? look then I went home.



About a month later Mrs Johnson gave us the news that she had sold up and was moving back to London where she had inherited an apartment in Chelsea in Mr Johnson s will.



The day she left Mrs Johnson popped in to mum s for a quick cup of tea and a farewell. She brought with her a very heavy and very battered suitcase which mum pointed out to me when I got back from school that afternoon.



This is Mr Johnson s collection of chess books said mum. Jill thought you might like them.



I staggered upstairs with the treasury of chess literature and plonked them on my bed. There were dozen of books – books on the opening books on the middlegame books on the endgame. Alekhine s best games Lasker s Botvinnink s.



And there neatly arranged on the bottom of the case was Mr Johnson s collection of erotica 19 books. The only one missing was Petticoat Punishment which I assume Mrs Johnson retained for old time s sake.



That was of course all 10 years ago. I m a professional chess player now very highly ranked – you ve probably read about me I made headlines when I married a while back.



I m an excellent player but I m not so much of an egomaniac to believe that I m ever going to be the world champion although I have beaten Garry Kasparov – once.



I run a lucrative little chess magazine and I have a programme on the game which appears at some God-awful time on BBC television although I m told the ratings are very good for a chess programme.



And as I say I m married. My wife is 50 22 years my senior. It s exactly the same age difference as there was between me and Mrs Johnson when she took my virginity in the most delightful way.



I guess there s some sort of chess symmetry in that.



THE END


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