An erotic story! (F/F, oral, M/f, mast., nc, rom.)
Copyright (C) 1998 by Amaranthus. All Rights Reserved. Free
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All characters are fictional and any resemblance to any real person is
purely coincidental.
Character reversal has created a new slant on an story.
'A Dream Come True' by Amaranthus
The ancient, dusty cobweb expanded as the warm air tugged at its
weakened skeletal fabric. A rumbling swelled within the confines of the
underground station; a roaring sound interspersed with the 'clickety clack'
of steel wheels hammering on a steel track. Like a bullet from a gun the
train burst from the dark tunnel. A squeal of brakes pierced the air.
A few late evening travellers awaiting their transport home
Julia Farraday was dressed for the office in a lightweight, beige suit
and matching shoes. The effect enhanced her hair. A golden, shoulder
length bob that was cut to fringe the eyes and could be tucked behind her
ears when she leaned forward. Her recent attempts at a modest diet had
dropped her weight to eight and a half stones though not from her bustline.
It remained at a persistant 37C. The weight on her slender frame was
beginning to curve her back.
Julia had learnt that patience was a virtue. Her moral virtue had been
lost long ago in her youth. At twenty-eight she had formed many loving
relationships with the opposite sex but on each occasion she felt that
something was not quite right. Like the angler's sense of touch on the
line as the fish takes the baited hook, through experience, the angler
knows what type of fish is biting. To the uninitiated this knowledge is
unfathomable and cannot be equated.
For Julia, today was a special day.
Today she was endeavouring to expand her sexual relationships. Today
she was going to pluck up the courage to speak to her 'dream girl.' She had
seen her every Wednesday evening, for the past two months, as they
travelled out of Central London.
The train screeched to a halt. The door to the fourth carriage opened.
She was there, wearing a lightweight, pale blue, summer dress with a
high collar. The blue matched her eyes. Her coifed, black hair allowed
the air to cool her pale neck. Julia guessed she was in her mid twenties
and a slender five foot seven.
A gruff looking middle-aged executive pushed past Julia as she stepped
inside and sat opposite her. The didn't appear to look up but
continued reading her magazine.
The doors 'shushed' and closed. The train lurched forward and stopped.
A moments pause.
Did she glance up at her?
The train rolled forward then jerked into motion. The standing slightly to his left was caught unawares and he tried to quickly
grasp the handrail above him. His foot ground onto Julia's own.
"Sorry... sorry" he blurted effusively, trying to grab the rail and
re-orientate his body and briefcase. The train picked up speed and left
the staion behind.
Over the top of her magazine she smiled at Julia. Her heart leapt. She
smiled and leaned forward.
"Don't laugh, it could so easily have been your foot that he stood on?"
Before she could reply the carriage lights went out. The darkness
collapsed in on their thoughts as there followed a tremendous bang and
crash. Grinding metal. Shattering glass.
Silence.
Julia awoke to a black stillness. She had a thundering headache and was
aware that her body was bruised. The softness beneath her must have
prevented further injury. She tried to move but found she could not.
It was then that the 'softness' beneath her moved and groaned.
The warmth from the person's moaning heated her groin and movement from
their head made her sexually aware of their presence.
It occurred to her that the warmth permeating through the delicate, soft
fabric beneath her own face must be that of another human being.
'Female? Definitely,' she mused. A 'soap like' scent brushed the edges
of her regaining senses, although the smell of highly charged electricity
and burnt rubber were becoming more pungent.
She tried exerting pressure on her back to lift her body clear from this
embarrassing situation. They were still in a public place and she knew
that once the woman was conscious any number of misconceptions could be
construed.
She could only move a few inches. Whatever happened now was out of her
hands.
More groans, then an awakening.
"Aghhh..." She said. Cramped movement. Limited knowledge. Their brain
clicked into gear.
"Are you hurt?" Julia asked.
"I don't think so. I ache in places but everything seems to be
functioning okay. My arms and legs are pinned. There's also a heavy
weight the length of my body. What happened? Are you alright?"
"Apart from a few bruises I'm fine," she acknowledged, realising from
her tone that she was on top of a woman.
"Can you move from beneath me?" Julia questioned. "It seems I'm pinned
from above and I can't get off you?"
She squirmed beneath her as she pushed upward. Her face brushed her
groin.
'Oh, God,' she thought, 'Please do that again.'
"Umm... Julia?"
"Yes."
"Is that your face in my crotch?"
Julia hesitated before replying, "Yes, it is."
"And there's no way you can move your face away from my crotch?"
"I'm afraid not. It also means that my groin is directly over your
mouth and the slightest movement... You know my name? Who are you?"
"I'm Sarah, and I was sitting opposite you before... well, before the
accident. I recognised your voice and realised it must be you."
Her heart skipped a beat, her pulse quickened.
The of her dreams lay beneath her. Was this Julia's lucky day?
"But it still doesn't answer how you know my name?" She probed.
"I have to admit that I saw the name tag on your briefcase some weeks
ago. I wanted to speak to you sooner but... I'm rather shy and... really
old fashioned about talking to complete strangers." She breathed. "Julia,
I know you liked me from the moment I saw you. It was in your eyes. I'm
glad you spoke to me today. I thought it would never happen, though I
hoped that it would."
"I do like you, Sarah. I have since I first saw you but I never dreamt
of being in this position without some introduction or at least sharing our
first kiss together."
Silence followed. Huskily, Sarah said, "You can."
"I can what?" asked a bemused Julia.
She hesitated, then, after she had cleared her throat, "Kiss me."
"Kiss you? Kiss you where... how"
The dampness between her open thighs belied her innocent reply.
She blew a stream of cool air against her mons. "You mean you want me
to kiss you here?" She queried.
"Yes I do. I don't expect you to understand but I have wished this
moment to happen but only if you want to kiss me there. Judging by the
heat on my face I'll take that to mean, yes."
Julia stretched her left arm forward to find the hem of Sarah's flimsy,
blue dress. As she did so she felt Sarah's hot breath from her mouth as
she tried locating the tag to her zipper. The erotic sensation as the
zipper edged downwards stopped her movements.
"Julia, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, Sarah. It's just... I mean... Do you really want
this to happen? I mean... I don't want you to think that I do this with
everyone."
"If what you really mean is that afterwards I shall cry sexual assault
then the answer is definitely no." With that she edged her face downwards,
grasped the buckle to her suit trousers with her teeth and started to undo
the belt. The next part was trickier but the top trouser clip eventually
parted.
While Julia was slowly being undressed by a dextrous face in the dark
she followed her lead and hitched up the dress. She managed to get it up
so far then it stuck.
"Sarah, I may have to tear your frock. Do you mind?" Her chin nudged
her mons.
"Do it Julia," she whispered urgently.
The ripping sound echoed around them. Cool air touched her warm legs.
The same cool air drifted over her naked backside. The scent of Sarah's
nearly nude groin aroused Julia.
Her hands found the waistband to Sarah's light cotton knickers. Sarah
lifted her bottom to allow their removal.
'A sure sign of consent,' Julia thought, as she manoeuvred the torn
dress beneath Sarah's raised bottom so that the harsh coldness of whatever
she lay against did not cool her passion.
Julia felt Sarah quiver as her hands delicately caressed around the
silky tops of Sarah's thighs between her pale and naked shaven
pussy.
Sarah moaned and she lowered her wet lips to Julia's sweet smelling
pussy, delighted to sense in the darkness that Julia'e was also
naked. She was able to inch her thighs open slightly to accept her probing
tongue. Julia placed her forearms under Sarah's warm thighs and by resting
on her elbows she parted Sarah's sensitive lips. The aroma from her
pussy flooded her senses as a small amount of moisture lubricated the lips
of her vagina. Sarah groaned again.
Her tongue darted out and she tasted Sarah's sweetness.
'A taste like no other,' she thought.
She grew more adventurous as passion enveloped her and she swept her
tongue along the full length of Sarah's slit. A nub of flesh grazed her
chin. Her initial surprise at the half-inch length of her clitoris soon
gave way to Julia's sexual lust. Her tongue swiftly found it, flicked it
and encircled its length. She kissed it, it and made love with her
mouth to its protruding hardness as her own torso bucked to meet the
demands of her own sexual needs. Her intermittent moans grew to a wail as
they climaxed together.
After their lovemaking she rested her head on the warmth of Sarah's
upper thigh.
"Hello, anyone there?" A voice from the darkness demanded.
Together they shouted, "Over here." Then the awful thought hit them
should they be rescued immediately.
They dressed one another as properly as they could under their difficult
conditions. However rescue did not come as quickly as they had dreaded.
Cutting gear was brought over to their carriage and an hour later they were
freed and taken by ambulance to a nearby hospital.
**********
Julia's stay in hospital lasted longer than she anticipated. The
brusing around her forehead was a cause for concern and she was detained
for forty-eight hours in case of complications.
Sarah never visited her. She felt guilty, lonely and by her
absence. Had she lost her forever? He'd had the presence of mind to put
her business card into Sarah's frock pocket before they were rescued.
Would she phone?
As the weeks turned into months she felt that the answer was
increasingly likely to be no.
Three months after the accident, as September crept up on her busy work
schedule, she was in her office planning the month's workload when the
phone rang.
"Julia Farraday speaking. How may I help you?"
"By closing and locking your office door," a husky woman's voice spoke
in his ear. "Then I want you to sit down in your comfortable, executive
leather chair and listen to what I have to say."
"Sarah? Sarah is that you?"
"Julia, do as I have asked and then I will explain."
She put down the phone then shut and quietly locked the office door.
"Sarah, I've done what you asked now, where have you been? Did I do
something or say..."
"Quiet," the voice commanded. "You will be quiet until I give you
permission to speak. Is that clearly understood or I put the phone down...
now?"
"Okay, Sarah okay. I understand."
"I'm at work, Julia. I work in an office, along with twenty other
girls. We all provide a service to who get off on our ability to
'perform' for them on the phone. Telephone sex. Do you understand the
term? A simple yes or no will do."
"Yes," replied Julia, falling into the rhythm of her performance.
Realisation was beginning to dawn.
"Are you wearing your business suit?"
"What..?"
"Are you wearing your business suit?"
"Oh, I see. No I'm wearing a white chiffon blouse and delicate lacey
bra."
"Undo the buttons on your blouse and lift your bra up so that your
breasts are exposed," Sarah commanded.
She did as she was told.
"Close your eyes and focus on the sound of my voice. Concentrate
intently on what I say. Will you?"
"Yes."
"Hold and stroke your nipples rhythmically to what I say. Do not try to
force your sexual emotions through before the end of my story. You will
come when I say you can come. Do you agree?"
"Yes."
"I did not want you to find out about my job. I was ashamed. But then
I realised I was being selfish. You gave me comfort at a time when I
needed and wanted you desperately. I'm sorry I waited so long to call you.
I'm equally sorry if I have you in any way by not being there for
you... I want you so very much but you need to know the truth and by
knowing the truth you may not want me. I need to give back something to
you, that is why I rang you today. Are you stroking your nipples?"
"Yes."
"What I am about to tell you is a true story. It happened to me. I
have told no one this before. Do not interrupt me.
"I was seventeen when my stepfather arrived home early one summer's
afternoon when my was out. He seduced me, tied me to my mother's
bed and raped me. Now, unlike other rape you may have heard, you
will probably be surprised to hear that I enjoyed what he did to me.
"I wanted more and more but each time I had to be tied up to fully enjoy
our lovemaking.
"Mother eventually found out and threw me out of the house. That's when
I had to make my own way in the world. I have my own apartment. I've a
few close friends but more importantly I believe I have you.
"I'm about to describe to you in intimate detail everything, every
emotion that swept through me on that first occasion my stepfather made
love to me. He was a big like you and I want you to visualise yourself
as him. You are he and I am going to make love to you over the phone.
"At first we talked. He was an easy listener. He invited me to have a
small glass of white wine with him. That led to another then he kissed me
gently on the lips. My heart fluttered beneath my flimsy cotton print
frock. He lifted me up with his hands under my elbows and wrapped his warm
arms around me hugging me to his body.
"It was the first show of affection I had received from anyone in years.
A tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. He broke away from me and
kissed my tear-streaked cheeks then my lips. I was in heaven. Here was my
mother's 'Prince Charming' giving me attention. I responded. I crushed my
mouth to his, returning his kiss with equal passion. He picked me up in
his strong arms and carried me through to their bedroom where he lay me on
the bed. Turning around he locked the door.
"I wasn't intoxicated just floating on cloud nine when he began rolling
my light summer frock up and over my head. That's when I panicked. That's
when the enormity of what I was about to do and the consequences that could
follow overrode any feeling of affection or sexual stimulation that had
occurred.
"As my frock came free I dived for the key to the door on the bedside
table. He was faster and threw me back onto the bed. I twisted and
turned. I truly struggled to break free from his grasp but in the end both
my hands and legs were tied by some of my mother's long chiffon scarves to
the four corners of the big bed. I lay panting, squirming in my cotton
briefs and teenage bra, quietly glaring at him.
"He casually undressed and came up between my outstretched legs. In his
hand was a pair of scissors that swiftly cut their way through the
remainder of my clothing. I was nude.
"His erection was enormous. Are you enjoying the Julia?
"Yes," she said dryly into the phone beside her ear as the voice
continued its story.
"He straddled my naked breasts. One hand stroked his rigid cock the
other caressed my breasts. His big hand stroked and fingered my hard
nipples until they were so sensitive that I closed my eyes and groaned with
pleasure.
"He continued to torture my with his exquisite touch. At last
as the palm of his hand brushed the top surface of my left nipple, I came.
I climaxed through sheer pleasure from his touch. My torso shivered
deliciously beneath him. He understood my body more than I ever could at
that age.
"He stopped stroking his erection and stood above me. I licked my lips
and he twisted around, almost sat on my face then kneeling forward he
caressed my lower belly down towards my wanton opening. Yes, wanton Jason.
I wanted him inside me. I wanted that huge cock pounding, thrusting and
sliding along my sensitive love tunnel. Instead I licked my lips, thrust
my head up and allowed him to place the head of his circumcised cock into
my wet mouth.
"He went down into my wet like a after a rabbit down his
burrow. His tongue slaked my licentious slit from every angle. He tongue
fucked me whilst slipping his broad, wet index finger easily into my arse.
I moved my lithe teenage torso to a sexual dance on the end of his finger.
I climaxed again, amazed at how easily my emotions could be ignited by his
arousal of my bound body.
"I tried everything I could think of to make him come in my mouth. It
was only as a last resort that I gritted my teeth and raked them along the
length of his engorged cock that he removed his cock from my mouth, twisted
around and jerked off over my tits. He exploded and the hot semen landing
on my and upper body felt like droplets of hot candle wax.
"He hadn't finished with my young, naked flesh. He used a towel from
the dresser to wipe me clean then rolled me over onto my tummy. He
liberally applied some gel around my asshole then slowly pushed a small,
cool dildo with a silver-coated head into my arse. As I felt every inch
penetrate my inner sanctum he turned me onto my back, spread my legs,
licked my for a short time whilst stroking his cock. He placed his
body over mine in the 'missionary' position then by rubbing his cock along
the length of my wet slit he aroused himself further. Inch by glorious
inch he slid into me and past my hymen with considerable ease. His cock
was huge and with the dildo in my arse I experienced double the pleasure.
Once his entire shaft was inside me he lay still for a moment then began
nibbling my right nipple. I jerked my body violently as the sensitive
half-inch bud produced a stabbing sensation flowing down to my groin. My
vaginal muscles contracted around his cock and he moved his lower torso
toward and away from my lustful, sweat sheened body. I rode him as he rode
me. At first to a gentle trot then a canter, then at full gallop. He
thrust forward and I would contract my vaginal muscles sweetly around his
slippery shaft. He moved back and I relaxed my muscles. Sweetly it
continued.
"From somewhere in my head as we gazed directly into each others eyes I
heard words coming from my mouth that surprised and excited even he.
"'Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder, hard in my cunt.
God, I'm gonna come. I'm coming all over your cock. I want you to come.
Please come in me. Come on come. Come. Come. Aghhh...'
"I climaxed intensely. His cock grew so large that I thought it would
explode and it did. With a groan he pulsed mightily inside me and filled
me with his hot seed.
"Are you close to coming too, Julia?"
"Yes."
"Picture us together on that same bed with my head in your lap. You are
tied to the bed. Your slippery is in my mouth. My delicate finger
manipulates your throbbing clitoris. Up and down. Up and down. You are
close to coming. I suck your clit deeply..."
"I'm gonna come," Julia said, into the phone.
"Then come, Julia. Come into the warmth of my mouth," Sarah whispered
urgently, huskily.
Julia came into the wad of tissue papers she'd prepared earlier. She
put down the phone on the desk while she re-arranged her clothing.
When she picked it up again the line was dead.
The door handle turned and rattled. She unlocked the door and resumed
her office routine as though nothing had happened.
**********
Julia could not get Sarah out of her head.
For days afterwards she made enquiries at every telephone sex shop
outlet in the city but was told that employee details were confidential.
She stood forlornly beside the railway track that following Thursday
morning. She resembled in some ways, the broken strands of the ancient
cobweb fluttering fiercely from the rush of air being pushed forward by the
approaching train.
It burst into view, roaring its presence and shrieked to a halt. The
doors opened and before her stood Sarah.
She moved into her open arms as the boarding commuters pushed and shoved
their way onto the train. Julia held her close and whispered in her ear,
"Don't ever leave me again."
"I'm yours," Sarah smiled, "for as long as you'll have me."
They kissed for the first time. They held that kiss long after the
carriage doors had closed and the train had hummed then roared its way into
the next tunnel.
Eventually they broke free. Gazing wistfully at one another they walked
hand in hand through the exit.
Above them, attached to the exit sign, a new and stronger web was being
spun.
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