Who am I
by Alistair Acorn
Email: rellik@uymail.com

Synopsis: Involved in a road accident the young man is propelled back fifty-eight years into the body of a very different person.

I hadn't enjoyed myself for a long-time as I had in the past five hours. I had dropped into my local feeling right down in the mouth after an argument with my girlfriend. This wasn't the first disagreement, but another in a long line of them and always over the same thing - marriage. I wasn't ready yet to commit myself; I have seen so many failed marriages among my friends that it has made me cautious. Every time we argued I became more determined to stay as I am.
As I said I was feeling a bit down when I walked in, but I was asked to make up the numbers in a dart team. I accepted the offer to fill the vacant position in a team of all single men against a team of married men. The beer flowed and the banter was fierce, but jovial between the two teams with bursts of laughter almost every couple of minutes.
On the wall above the scoreboard was a board with the following:
"THE WORLD'S SHORTEST FAIRYTALE
Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl "Will you marry me?" The girl said, "NO!" And the guy lived happily ever after and went fishing, hunting and played golf a lot, drank beer and farted whenever he wanted.
THE END"
I thought it cemented my determination to stay single, but I suppose Mary would have thought different.
When closing time came I left a lot happier than I arrived, having spent the evening in a happy, and woman free environment.
I hadn't driven to the local; I never did, for the police were always waiting outside at closing time.
Making my way home on foot, I had to cross a main road, I never saw the car approaching, all I felt was something hit me on the right, then nothing.
I picked myself up off the road, but something was wrong! I was seeing things from a greater height than my usual five foot eight height. Looking around, the church at the other side of the road was still there, but the road had tramlines. I had never seen tramlines, only heard about them. Also the road was laid with cobblestones, not tarmacked, as I knew. Everything seemed different.
"A big young man like you should watch where he's going. The kerb isn't that high you needed to trip on it." Spoke an elderly man who turned and walked away.
I just turned and looked around, I glanced up and saw the street names were what they should be, but the shops were different. The church was still there but now there were no railings around it, only stumps where they once had been.
Stranger still, there were only two cars on the road, which I could see and that was about half a mile either direction. Then I was taken back by the sound of a double-decker tram passing, I hadn't seen it as I was looking in the opposite direction.
What had happened? I knew the location, but everything was different. The street lighting was gas not electric, but the upper floor windows of the houses were obviously lit by electricity, for I could see some of the lights.
I glanced at my hands and realised they weren't mine, yet I could move them as though they were. Glancing down I examined the clothing I was wearing, no longer jeans, but grey flannel trousers with turn-ups. I glanced in the shopwindow, which was in front of me, and I didn't recognise the reflection I saw; yet I knew it was of me. A new body, how could this be?
What I saw was a young man of about twenty, twenty-one standing easily over six feet, broad in the shoulders, dressed in grey flannel trousers a Harris tweed sports jacket a shirt and TIE! Hell I never wear a tie, far less a Harris Tweed sports coat; I'm usually a jeans and tee shirt with a leather jacket man. That was what I was wearing when I left the pub, how did I end up dressed like this.
I had an itch between my legs and felt down to scratch myself only to find the largest lump of male organ and it was still flabby. Hell what size was it when hard. That was the least of my worries for now. I checked the wallet in the coat and there was a little blue and green four paged book which had a royal crest and labelled National Registration Identity Card. Inside was a number and a surname: Marshall; Christian Name: John and an address. The address was Dura Street, this I knew where, but everything was so different now.
I made my way up Erskine Street, crossed over Lyon Street which had houses both side of the street, not the Lyon Street I knew. Over Arthurstone Terrace, but now there were two cinemas, The Royal and the Broadway on opposing corners. A noisy factory on the left where should have been a vacant site.
My pace was slowing now, for I realised that somehow I had been transported back in time, but when? I crossed over the road and approached the house number I had left late this afternoon. On my door was a nameplate stating M & C Cox. There was no point in knocking for now I knew strangers would answer it. There was nothing for it but to make for the address on the Identity Card, anyway it was just round the corner.
Just as I was entering the tenement close a rather upset woman met me aged in her late thirties. "Where have you been John, I've been worried sick, wondering where you have got to. I know Agnes wouldn't have kept you all this time." The woman said angrily. I just stopped and stared at her. "What's wrong with you? Did something happen on the way home?" She asked, staring into my face.
I just stared back, for I had no idea who this woman was.
"I'm sorry, I don't know you," I replied for I didn't know the woman.
"You don't know me! I'm your mother, son! What has happened to you?" She replied with anxiety on her face.
"I have no idea, I can't remember anything before an hour ago, even my body seems strange to me. Who is Agnes?"
"Agnes is a friend of the family, you visit her every Tuesday evenings, and surely you can remember that?" She asked now looking worried.
All this time we were standing in the close at the bottom of a flight of stone steps.
"If you can't remember anything how did you find your way home?"
"I found a card in my wallet which gave me this address."
"How did you know where the street was if you can't remember anything?"
"I can remember things, but not who or what I am. Oh god you have to help me remember mother."
She looked at me funnily then replied. "You have never called me mother before, come on let us get home and see what we can do to restore your memory."
I followed behind up all two levels actually admiring her lovely hips in front of me, for the stairs weren't quite wide enough to let two people walk up side by side. The apartment wasn't on the top-level but one floor down and on the left of the stairway. Using a Yale key she opened the door and I followed her in.
The interior was nicely furnished and everything looked clean and shinning. There was no TV standing in the corner, or stereo found in homes of my time, in fact I couldn't even see a telephone. On the coffee table was a newspaper, I glanced at it and quickly snatched it up to confirm the date printed on the top. "July 22nd 1947". Surely this can't be right that is fifty-eight years ago. I sat down heavily on the hard leather settee and just stared at the paper.
"RAAF Capture Flying Saucer in Roswell Region 6th July."
"Further reported UFO Sightings."
Sitting of India's Constitutional Assembly."
These were the three headings I saw on the front page of the newspaper. How had I managed to be cast back all these years and land in another body? Sure it was a body I always longed for, being just five eight, now towering over six feet and from what I can feel an enormous penis to boot.
My so-called mother with her long below the shoulder hair, wearing thick bright lipstick, on what I would call an over made up face, sat down on the settee beside me. Sitting inclined towards me with her hands crossed. "Oh John! Can't you remember anything about us?"
"What about us Mother?"
"You usually call me Belle, we are more than mother and son John, if you know what I mean." She said staring straight into my eyes looking at me like a lovesick doe. Then it clicked, Belle and John were having it off together, in 1947 that was a capital offence, but I'm sure it went on all the same. If what I was reading, it went on in this household.
"No I don't know what you mean, tell me, please."
"We slept together," she said quietly.
"Just sleep together or was I shafting you?"
"I've never heard you use such filthy words John, we made love, yes, but shafting sounds so crude."
"And what is this usual Tuesday meeting with Agnes?"
"She found out and to keep her quiet we agreed you would visit her every Tuesday evening. My, isn't she going to be surprised when she finds out you can't even remember anything about it."
"Who is she really? An Aunt or close relative?"
"No just a friend of my mother's, in fact they were in service together."
"Does your mother know about this so-called arrangement?"
"Oh Yes, you are taking care of her also," she said with a smile on her face.
"Hell do I have any time to myself?"
"You never complained before, in fact you were always looking for fresh conquests," Belle continued.
"What does my father have to say about this arrangement?"
"Your father was killed at the beginning of the war and you kind of took over from him, comforting your mum," she said with a smile.
"Well how did my grandmother come into the picture?"
"Why I told her, she didn't believe me about your size and had to see for herself. Your grandfather was also killed in the war and in the past four years you have looked after your grandmother's itch."
"Itch you say, she sounds as cock happy as you are."
"You never used to talk this way John, what's come over you? You were all right when you left to see Agnes, what did she do to you? You said she was very demanding. Was it her that made you change, or are you just playing a joke on me?"
"Look I'm not John. How I came to be in his body is beyond me. In fact I don't even belong in this time; I went out on August 6th. 2005 and suddenly I arrived here. What has become of your son I don't know? My name is Simon, not John. I lived in Erskine Street, but there is other people living in the house. Lady I'm completely confused as much as you are."
Belle just stared at me with her red painted mouth agape, "Two thousand and five you say, is it different from now?" She asked, not the question I was expecting.
"Yes the age of the gays."
"What do you mean by that, surely gay means happy and bright?"
"It used to, but not any more. Now the have same sex marriages and they are quite open about it."
"How disgusting, are you one of those gays?"
"No way lady I love my pussy."
"Pussy?"
"I would rather confine my sex with a woman rather than another man," I replied.
"Well maybe we can get on just fine, after all you are in my son's body and I'm sure there have been no physical changes. Has there?"
"In fact it is a vast improvement on the body I had, in all aspects."
"Well it would be a shame to not put it to its usual use," she said smiling.
Now I knew that I was going to shaft this woman. There were no restraints in my mind, for she wasn't my mother and if it was going to be offered on a plate, as was obvious, I certainly wouldn't be kicking her out of bed.
"Mind if I have a wash Belle, I'm not sure where the bathroom is."
"First on the left," she called out from her small six foot square kitchen.
The so-called bathroom wasn't very large and had the smallest shower recess I have ever seen. There was just room to turn around in the bathroom, for it contained a toilet, a washbasin as well, with a small medicine cabinet above the sink with a mirror front. All this was in a four-foot wide six feet long room.
The biggest shock to me was when I went to pee and brought out this massive penis with a lazy lob on, it was at least ten inches and I hate to think what size it would be when hard. Not only was it long but thick as well. Hell it frightened me just holding it to relieve myself. I somehow couldn't imagine a woman taking so large a penis, but from what Belle says I'm taking care of three with this monster.
There was no toothpaste in a tube, but in powder form in a small tin and with this I cleaned my teeth and then washed my face in cold water. There was no hot water connected to the sink. A gas water heater supplied the shower with hot water, to my mind dangerous, as it wasn't flued to the outside.
When I came out Belle went in and during that time I had a look around the apartment, opening the doors off the lobby. Other than the two doors I'd been in there were three others. One was a large cupboard and the other two bedrooms but one was set up as a sitting room and the other the one and only bed.
Belle had said that John had been sleeping with her, but I thought it had been occasional, but it appeared it was a permanent affair as there was only the one double bed in the whole apartment.
"Only one bed!" I said to Belle when she left the bathroom.
"Yes, it was that fact which Agnes saw which brought about your Tuesday visits. Bye the way, did you manage to satisfy the old witch?" Belle said with a smile, grabbing my arm as she propelled me into our bedroom.
There wasn't much foreplay as she lay back on the bed, opened her legs and guided my monster towards her crack. It was like a warm knife slipping into butter, the entry was that smooth and was obvious they had been lovers for some time.
To me though it was something else; feeling this new cock of mine sliding up into a warm receptive pussy, it had been so long since I'd been with a woman. Mary not only pressed for marriage, but also kept her legs closed after we became engaged. I think the sex before that was an entrapment, a taste of what to expect, but no more until the wedding ring was on her finger. Well to hell with her this made up for all those months being without.
I had to get used to using this new weapon of mine and who better to practise on than Belle. I hooked my arms around her thighs bringing her legs up in front of my chest and thrusting the whole length of my rod into her warm passage.
"John you have never done that before, god I feel as though you ended up in my throat."
"If you want I'll try to do that if you like."
"I want as much as you can give John, just keep making me happy."
Making her happy, I was in heaven. It looks as though I could do anything I want with her and that suited me fine, I've never had such a receptive woman before.
John must have a terrific stamina for even though I was moving in and out with a steady rhythm there was no sign of a climax yet.
Belle on the other hand must either be a good actor or she really was having multiple climaxes for she was thrashing her body under me and letting out exclamations of pleasure.
"Oh heaven this is more like it. Oh John this is far better now." She cried out as the head of the bed beat a tattoo against the wall.
To see just what she would do I pulled out of her lovely warm pussy, straddled her body and moved up the bed. I lifted her head and pushed the head of my cock on her lips.
"Oh I don't want to do this John," she said trying to push me away.
"OK then I'll do it to you," I said turning and plunging my head between her legs. She tried to close them but I held them apart as my mouth plunged on to her vulval lips. It was difficult for her legs were stretched out still on the bed, but I had her clitoris on the tip of my tongue and as I worked it she relaxed and the legs became less stiff.
I slid my arms under her thighs and lifted them up; in fact she lifted them up herself. The aroma of an aroused woman was strong; for my nose was buried in her sopping wet pussy. The first signs she was enjoying this was the movement of her hips slowly revolving and thrusting her pelvis up. Then I felt her lips on the crown of my penis, which must have been so close to her, for I said John was enormous. Then I felt her lips close around the crown and her tongue working around the head and I knew then she was hooked.
It wasn't long before her head was bobbing and I was sliding in and out of her mouth. Her teeth were getting in the way, but I think that this was the first time she had given a head job, but she will get lots of practice from now on.
I only let her do it for a short time before I eased off and she was by this time resisting me, trying to carry on with her slurping of my cock.
I easily turned her on to her face and sunk my cock once more into her lovely pussy, grabbing her hips to pull her on to me. It appeared this also was new to her, so what the hell did her and John do, just the missionary position with her legs straight out. There would hardly be any penetration even if he had a big cock. Now she would be getting the whole length of it, but this was just what she wanted.
Only a few seconds it took before I exploded inside her, pulling her as hard as I could on to my phallus. She sat up and sat on my thighs, put one arm behind her and pulled my head closer. It was then I saw she was well stacked in front as well for I slipped a hand around her and up her nightdress, grabbing a breast in my hand.
"That was wonderful John. I have learnt a lot about you in the last few minutes and all to the good. We definitely will be enjoying ourselves and my mother will definitely be in for a shock when you next visit her," she said kissing me on the cheek.
"Why?"
"She is like me. She just opened her legs and lay back thinking that was all there was to it."
"Didn't you ever want to try any other way?"
"I thought that was the only way, now I know different and I like it."
"Me to," I said hugging her close to me.
Six thirty the next morning she was up and dressing for work in a jute mill near by. I was curious if I had also a job.
"Does John have a job?" I asked sitting up in bed watching her.
"He starts a new one next week, he's or was an electrician."
"Strange so am I, so that will be no problem. Maybe I can teach them a few modern tricks."
"You rest today for you visit my mother tonight. Aren't you a lucky man," she said making a grab for my semi rigid member.
I threw back the bedclothes to let her, but she stopped herself.
"If I start playing around I'll never get to work. I'll be back at five," she said leaving the bedroom.
I heard her moving around and I just lay there and at seven she looked in, blew me a kiss and then I heard the front door slam shut.
Five minutes later there was a knock at the door. I thought Belle must have left something behind, so I got up and answered the door in the nude. This young woman just pushed the door open and slipped in.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked.
"What do you mean; you know you shag me before I go to school. Are you being funny John?" She replied as she started stripping her clothes off and walking towards the bed.
I followed, for this was one well stacked young woman, with lovely wide hips for one so young.
"Remember you promised me that today I was going to be on top, so do as your Muriel says and lie down on the bed I'm going to enjoy this," she said smiling as she did so. What the hell, this John seemed to get more pussy than I ever did and all seemingly so easy.
All the same I did as she asked and she climbed on top of me, I watched as this huge long and thick cock slid so slowly into her young body. Something in the expression on Muriel's face reminded me of someone I knew, but I just couldn't place it. What I did notice was the purple skin pigmentation about two inches round on her lower abdomen, which would be covered by her panties.
This was heaven as she slid up and down my shaft on the down strokes she thrust herself down hard, driving me into her five-foot frame. How she managed to take this monster cock was a mystery, but she did and it was obvious by the look on her face that she loved cock, the bigger the better. This time I never lasted as long and I flooded her inside with my sperm.
"You shouldn't have done that John; we agreed that you would take it out if you were going to cum. I hope I don't get pregnant, mum would do her rocker." She said quickly raising herself off my still rigid member.
It was too late now to worry about it; the morning after pill hadn't yet been invented. She quickly dressed herself and left without another word being said. How many others was John shafting, he surely was getting his share, that was for certain.
I rose, had a shower in the small recess, which barely even gave room to soap oneself. The control of the hot water was another thing; either it was scalding or cold. There must be a setting, which was more controllable, and the smell of gas was strong in the confines of the small room. The only razor was a cutthroat and when I had finished using it I had blood running from about six or seven nicks. I used small pieces of toilet paper to stop the bleeding and when I looked in the mirror it was almost comical.
There was no sliced bread in 1947 and to cut a thin enough slice to fit in the toaster wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, but I managed. Then I discovered there was no butter and I had only jam to spread on the toast. In fact in the larder there was very little food indeed and the other thing I noticed the tinned food had no labels, the contents were stamped on to the tins themselves. Was there still a shortage of food two years after the war had ended?
This question was answered when I went for a walk up Dura Street and then right into Princess Street where the shops were. There were no supermarkets, just grocers and in these there was food, but labelled stating the cost and the number of coupons needed "A;B;D or E" whatever they were. Also I saw items in a baker's shop priced at one farthing, what to hell was a farthing. I looked at the change in the trouser pocket and there were three small copper coins marked as 'One Farthing' also two 'Halfpenny'. The silver coins were marked differently to what I knew was I really in the same country, for everything was so different.
Tramcars seemed to run up and down every main street and there was hardly a minute passed without one being seen, a far better public transport service than I ever knew. The trams weren't the only transportation, there were double and single-decker buses as well, but very few cars. What amused me was seeing horse and carts delivering goods which are done by trucks and vans in my time.
There weren't many goods in the shops, but there were many young women shopping, loaded down with shopping bags. I walked for hours along streets and roads, which I thought I knew, but were so different, with an occasional familiar landmark giving me confidence of my location.
It was late afternoon when I returned to Belle's home. I managed to get a very cheap meal in the city, even though the place was full of workers. The meal was simple and filling and I could make no complaints about the three-course meal for one shilling.
When Bella returned from work she told me her mother's address in Malcolm Street, which was only a few streets away. She also filled me in on her mother so I wouldn't be completely in the dark.
One thing about this time of the year it was the long bright evenings and for a change it wasn't raining. It took me all of ten minutes to walk to Malcolm Street. As I turned into the street, Florence's house was on the right, it was a short street bounded on both sides of the road by three storey tenement buildings. Being the same as my home and Belle's it was accessed by a close and Florence's apartment was on the top landing. There were two apartments per landing and hers was on the right.
There was a lovely polished, fancy pull doorbell on the wall, I pulled it and heard the tinkle of the bell inside and almost immediately the door was opened. The woman who opened it was tall, tall for a woman, easily five ten and thin as a rake, dressed in black from head to foot. Belle had told me about this, but not about her height. Apparently Florence had never married, but told everyone she was a widow. In these times seldom did a widow remarry, but I think Florence took the bereavement thing a bit too far.
"What are you staring at, you have seen me many times, but you look as though this is the first time you've seen me," she said once we entered the apartment.
"To me it feels that way, you look really beautiful tonight," I replied, as a way to get round my unfamiliar situation.
She actually blushed, "Go on you are just teasing me John, but I like it, so unusual for you too."
What did this John do when he visited these women, just slap it in, wiggle it about and then leave?
"Shall we go into the bedroom then?" She asked.
"What's the rush, let's sit and talk for a while," I replied.
"Well that is definitely one for the book, wanting to talk to your grandmother; usually you can't get out quick enough."
"I told you, I see you in a new light and I want to start afresh."
"I would like that too; does that mean you will stay more than half an hour?"
"I'll stay all night if you want me to."
That really stopped her in her tracks, for now she was looking at me hard. I too looked her up and down for the first time. Here was a tall woman in her middle to late fifties, dressed in black with her hair pulled tight in a bun at the back of her head. Again the lipstick she wore was thickly applied, but then most women I saw wore it the same way. Her black dress was from her ankle to her neck, with long reasonably tight sleaves. The top of her dress and cuffs were finished in black lace. The dress had a belt of matching colour with a silver snake clasp. On her fingers she wore a wedding ring and an engagement ring, I suppose to fool her friends.
"You appear to be paying me a lot of notice this evening John, it just isn't like you."
"Do you want me to leave Gran?"
"Oh please don't call me that, you know I only like Florence."
"No from now I will call you Flo. Now come and sit beside me."
I could see she was in two minds about this but she did anyway. Also I think she only used John to get rid of her frustration and didn't want any other physical attention, but I was going to change that. I placed an arm around her and drew her close, she was trying half-hearted to fight against it, but when we were close she placed her arm around me. By this time our faces were only a fraction of an inch apart and she was pulling her head back, but I lowered my head and our lips met.
She may have thought she didn't want a closer relationship, but within a minute she was pressing her mouth hard on to mine, but it was a closed mouth kiss. When we pulled apart she was panting as though she had run up the three flights of stairs and there was a film over her eyes. This woman was crying out for someone to do just what I was doing.
"Oh John why didn't you act this way years ago, we could have had such wonderful times together."
"Well we will start from tonight," I said slipping my hand up and cupping her small breast in my hand.
As a reaction she covered my hand with hers quickly, but slowly released hers letting me carry on gently massaging it. This time it was her who started the kiss and I had to withdraw my hand, but this time I pulled up the hem of her dress and petticoats and slid my hand up between her thighs. This caused a trembling of her thighs, but again she was trying to stop my progress, but I didn't push it, I circled my hand on her thigh just above her knee. Even when she opened her thighs up I never went beyond where I was.
She pushed me away and looked at me again, "Wow! I need a break; can I get you something to eat?"
"I eat pussy, would you like that Flo?"
This made her jump up from the sofa.
"I'll get us some sandwiches and a cup of tea," she said disappearing into her kitchen.
When she came back she placed the items on the table and then sat down on a chair, I noticed she had placed my place on the opposite side of the table from hers.
"Come and have something to eat with me. I have to have some time to think over what has happened."
"What's to think about, you still want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"Please don't use that language with me. Before it was just to relieve me of tension, now it is different I want you to make love to me and I don't know where it will lead," she said solemnly.
"So you still want me to come visit you?"
"Of course I do, even more so now, I want you all to myself."
"Well you know that can't be so, well not at the present time."
"You mean you would consider it?"
"Come here!" I said signalling with my finger.
Flo came and stood in front of me. I placed both hands on her hips and then slowly pushed up her dress until it was high enough that she could sit on my knees facing me. Before I had asked her over I had loosened my trousers and I stood slightly they dropped around my ankles. Now I felt the back of her thighs on my knees. I slipped my hand under and found she wore wide legged knickers which I pushed aside and then guided my cock between her thighs and slid up the tightest pussy to date.
This was obviously a new position for Flo, but she seemed to like the idea as she rolled her hips to guide my cock, as it slid up her well-lubricated pussy. She wrapped both her arms around my neck, her lips on to mine and held me as close as she could. I had my arms around her by this time.
"Oh John, I love you and I love this new you."
"Not just the feel of my cock inside you?"
"Oh that too," she said wiggling her hips and laughing.
"I like you sitting like this we are nice and close, but I think you had better get off and have your meal." I said kissing her on the mouth.
"Oh I would rather sit here."
"We will have plenty of time later." I said as she reluctantly eased herself off. I could see that Flo was a right cock happy woman, I think even more so than Belle.
An hour after finishing the light meal I had Flo on her hands and knees naked on her bed sliding my monster, for there was no other word for it into her eager pussy. I liked watching it disappear into her body as she eagerly thrust back to get it all in. There were no preliminaries just pure animal lust as I thrust in and out of this lovely woman, for she even at her age was a well-preserved and lovely woman. Why this widow act when she could easily gone out and got herself a man. Any man would be honoured to have a woman like her, especially one so cock hungry.
I didn't bother going back to Belle's, but stayed with Flo, but it was me who had to cry stop. After two days of almost continual sex I was tender and sore, something I never expected I would ever be. I was glad she had a hipbath in her home and I sat in it for almost an hour to ease the discomfort. Even while sitting in the bath she sat on a stool alongside the bath kissing me.
"John, I am sorry you are so sore, but I just wanted to show you how much I loved you. I know I'm a silly old fool to act this way, but the last two days have been the best in my life."
"Well Flo, I was my worst enemy for I should have stopped myself being so greedy, but I loved the feel of being buried inside you."
"I suppose we will have Belle up here after she finishes work wondering what I have done to you and keeping you away from her."
"I'll just tell her we have a new understanding."
She was right; Belle came straight from work still covered in a fine layer of jute dust as well as the distinctive smell of the material. She was dressed in overalls with a scarf tied on her head covering her hair.
"Mother, what have you done with John, he came up here on Wednesday for a few hours and he is still here?"
"Belle, we should have let you know that my feelings for John have changed and I wanted him here with me."
"He is my son and I want him back home," she angrily said to Flo.
"Hi, you two don't I have a say in this, calm down I'll take care of both of you."
"Sorry John, I'm being too possessive," Belle replied.
"No you are only concerned, but hell your mother is such a good shag that I made a pig of myself." I said with a laugh, and then they both joined in.
The remainder of the weekend I let my body return to normal and refrained from sex. What we did do was go on tram rides, from the tram stop just outside our front entrance to the end of the line. We passed right through the city, then walked back, down past the city rubbish dump, which is now an airport in my time. Back to the ferry landing, then back up to the city centre and picked up another tram to take us to the northernmost part of the city. I could see the fascination of trams for I thoroughly enjoyed those trips.
I started with the small electrical firm on the Monday. I soon realised the electrical knowledge of the other electricians were about at a standard of a first year apprentice in my time and the wiring would never pass the standards of my time. So to me it was simple, but the wages were also pathetic.
That evening I resumed my other activities by having Belle ride the cockhorse, again something she had never tried. Woman's lib wasn't even considered yet and women still had a submissive outlook to even sex. Flo showed she could change and I hope that Belle would do so also and take a more active role.
It had now been a week since I ended up in the body of John Marshall and by this time had got used to the monster cock between my legs. I loved the arrangement he had and was eager to see what Agnes was like, this being the day I visited her.
Again getting the address from Belle I made my way down to Agnes's home. She lived above a butcher's shop on the corner of Ferguson and Princess according to Belle, but I only knew the area as a small public park, for there were no houses or shops there that I remembered.
Her access was up an outside stairway and I can see why these houses were demolished, they belonged in the eighteenth century. I knocked at the house number given and a plump woman with a real sour face aged in her fifties or sixties answered the door.
"Early tonight John, eager to see your Agnes are you," she asked as she opened the door for me to enter. Her living room also had a recess with double bed in it, with a curtain half drawn across the front. In front of the bed was a settee, in the middle of the room was a kitchen table with four chairs and either side of the fireplace were two easy chairs. So it appeared Agnes lived, ate and slept in the same room. I knew she had two rooms, but I expect it was well-furnished and called the 'Front Room', which was kept only for special occasions.
As I said she was plump and big breasted, but she needed a better foundation garment than the one she wore, for her breasts were very mobile. Every step she took they bounced all over her chest. Her hair was tied up in a bun behind her head and the hair drawn tight against her scalp. She hadn't any make-up on, but I suppose if she had been wearing any it would have highlighted her down-turned lips, which were full and sensuous.
"I look forward to Tuesday evenings, I bet your mother gets wet between the legs too, just thinking of that lovely cock of yours sliding into her as much as I do," she sneered at me.
I wonder what made her so miserable and virulent in her speech, someone or something must have hurt her badly for behind the scowl was an attractive woman, or had been in her younger days.
"I suppose you want to get it over and done with as usual," she asked starting to shed her clothes and throwing them on the settee. When she had got down to her bloomers I realised she wore no brassiere and that was why she bounced so much for she had two lovely non-saggy breasts. It was obvious she never had any children. They were tipped by two large areoles and the nipples even now were standing out like two acorns.
I started discarding my clothes then, as she slipped out of her knee-length satin bloomers. Like the rest of them she lay back on the bed with legs stretched and wide apart, but this time dangling over the edge of the bed and the back of the settee.
If she was like the rest of John's women, she was now in for a surprise. Kneeling on the settee, I plunger my head between her legs engulfing her pussy with my mouth, at the same time slipping my hands under her bottom. Immediately I did this she raised her knees, giving me greater access to her plump-lipped heavenly pussy.
Raising the knees had been involuntary, yet she cried out, "What are you doing?"
What did she think I was doing baking a cake?
I worked my tongue up and down between her labial lips, just brushing her clitoris and then down using my tongue like a little penis, plunging it into her vagina as far as it would go. Now her thighs were above my head giving me fill access to her plump mound, with her hand on my head. I now concentrated on her clitoris, which had become a small hard blood engorged sensitive projection.
This action brought cries of pleasure from Agnes as she no longer held my head but was lying back massaging her breasts with a smile on her face and her eyes closed.
Slowly moving up her body kissing her stomach and then her breasts with the rock-hard nipples I guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy. She was that well lubricated I slipped right into the hilt grinding our pelvis bones together.
"Oh you're deeper than you have ever been John, I don't think I can take any more."
I slid my hand down and then plunged one finger into her rectum, which made her thrust even harder on to me, driving my monster at least another inch into her.
"You have the lot Agnes and you're saying you can't manage it. If I were another three inches you would take that as well."
Now I started a slow pounding of my meat into her, keeping her legs high, each time hitting her cervix until I spent my entire load into her. The next time I am here she too will be on her hands and knees doggy fashion. I just stayed there letting my cock soak up her body heat and enjoying the feel of her pussy working my cock as though milking it. I would have found it hard to get away, for by now Agnes had her legs locked around my body.
"You are a nice-looking woman when you smile Agnes and you have been smiling for the past few minutes."
"Well I had something to smile about. I've never had a man do that to me before and I must admit I like it."
"I like pussy licking too Agnes, that way you get to know the woman."
"What brought all this on, I like you better this way. I release you from your commitment, but if you want you can come and see me any time, I would like you to." She said sitting up after my limp member slipped from her lovely warm moist pussy.
"I'll be back, have no fear of that Agnes," I said as I redressed. I liked her better seeing her smile.
As I was returning home I must have been dreaming, for I stepped off the pavement without looking when a large green double-decker bus hit me. I know it was a bus for that was the last thing I saw before the blackness.
"He's coming to Mrs Ferguson," I heard Mary say to my mother.
Everything was bright and white, the first face I saw was Mary's and standing behind her was my mother.
"Oh Simon, we have all been so worried about you. You've been in a coma for two weeks."
I felt like saying 'You are wrong there.' But I held my tongue, anyway I felt sore all down my right side and I could see there was a cage over my legs. Instantly I thought the worst.
"Have I lost my legs?"
"No Darling, only fractured," replied Mary.
It was then I remembered where I had seen Muriel before, well not in the flesh, but in a photograph on my grandmother's sideboard. The picture was of my Great-grandmother in her teens.
The End