Message-ID: <13657eli$9808050158@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Phillip Stevens Subject: NEW TG: Rachel's Curse (1/10?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: Please put this and the four further parts on assm. cut here --------------------------------- Okay, here's my second offering to the newsgroup after Dream Girl. Here are the first five parts of the story. The total length will be about 10 parts (give or take one). I'm not sure if I will post the remaining parts one at a time or altogether... we'll see... it will take about a month to complete the rest. Usual disclaimers apply. Don't read this if you shouldn't Enjoy Phillip Stevens zippy@forfree.at (preferred, but AOL customers may have a problem). phil_stevens_2@hotmail.com (permanant address) ================================== Rachel's Curse ============== Chapter One Although it's now much later, I have decided to write this story to say what happened to me. I am Paul Wilkins. When I met Rachel, it was quite literally love at first sight. We met in a bar and something just clicked between us. I was actually expecting to pick her up that night and have sex with her. Well I was to be disappointed, but it she did give me her phone number. Over the next few weeks and months, we started dating. At each date we talked, danced and kissed, but she never allowed us to go further than that. She looked good. Five foot four, fiery red hair and a great figure. But it was more than just how she looked. I soon found that I really liked her as a person as well. After about two months, things began to get difficult. I was crazy about her. She was everything I had ever dreamed of. I think I was really beginning to fall for her. I wanted to take her to bed and make mad passionate love to her all night long, but I could tell she was holding back. I had even briefly met her family and I knew they approved of me. I could see in her eyes that she wanted to go further, but something was stopping her from going that extra mile. I had slept around before. I was a young executive climbing the corporate ladder, but that didn't stop me from playing the field. Usually if I couldn't get into a girls panties within a few weeks I would blow it all off. But with Rachel I felt she might be worth the wait. I had never felt like this about any girl before. I had lusted for plenty, but never felt feelings like this. We went out one Friday evening. She was wearing a dark blue dress. She always made herself look fantastic, which only made my own sexual arousal worse. We had a superb dinner, but when I stepped in for a coffee at her apartment, I decided that now was a good time to talk to her. I didn't want to lose her. After all I think I was falling in love with her. I just had to know what the problem was. It was a little difficult talking about something like this, so I just tried the direct approach and crossed my fingers. "Rachel, we've been going together for nearly three months and you know I really like you." I paused. These things are never as easy once you start talking "Rachel, are you attracted to me." I could see the look in her face. She was worried. "Yes" she answered "Then... well..." I stammered getting lost for words. Oh, well time for improvisation. "Look, Rachel. If you're the sort of person that doesn't believe in sex before marriage, then fair enough. I like you enough and maybe I can deal with it, but I'd like to know where I stand." I wasn't sure if I could deal with no sex before marriage, but it sounded good. My heart was beating faster. I thought I had put it over well enough, but you never can tell. "Oh. I want to" she replied. "Then... what's the problem." I said. I asked it more as a question than a suggestion. By now I just wanted to find out what was holding her back. Although I would have quite happily had sex tonight, I would prefer to discover the problem instead. She seemed to stare ahead thinking. I couldn't make out exactly what she was thinking with that expression. I just knew she wanted to do it, but I couldn't work out what was holding her back. "Okay, lets do it" she said looking straight at me. I was slightly surprised. As I said, I just wanted to find out what was holding her back. Part of me would have preferred to find out the problem now and have sex another time, but the animal part of me wanted the sex now and worry about the rest another time. "Are you sure" I asked. I mentally kicked myself. "Don't talk her out of it, you fool" I said to myself. A smile lit her face. "Yeah. I'm sure" she said. She stood up, reached behind her, unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor. She was a real sight before me and my jaw dropped wide open in awe of her. She was wearing all black underwear. Bra, garter belt, stockings and panties. With her red hair cascading over her shoulders, my cock was as hard as a rock. She kicked off her high heels then moved towards me and sat across my legs. She leaned down and kissed me tenderly, sending me into pleasure heaven as I reached up and touched her large round breasts. I reached round to unfasten her bra, but she pulled back and stopped me. "Not yet" she said. "Feel them through it" as she guided my hands to her bra. After waiting for this for nearly three months, I think I would have done practically anything she asked me to. She unbuckled my pants and pulled them down slightly before freeing my very erect cock from my boxers. She stroked it. I thought I was going to come right away and I pulled her hands away. "Okay wait" she said as she reached over to her purse and pulled out a small condom in it's wrapper. Part of me was a little disappointed. I never did like condoms that much, but I was so turned on, that I was prepared to fuck her any way she wanted. She put the condom on me with almost expert precision. She pulled down her panties. She was wearing them inside her suspenders, so they would not go down very far, but far enough for what we were about to do. She lifted up my cock and aimed it straight at her red haired pussy. I had never seen it until now and it was a very welcome sight. Whenever you have trouble getting a girl to bed, sometimes you start to think if she has a hidden secret, like she's really a guy or something. She lowered herself onto me. Her pussy was tight, very tight even for a twenty two year old. She clearly hasn't had too many boyfriends, so I penetrated slowly. Her pussy gripped my cock hard. This was everything I had imagined. She started slowly riding up and down on my cock. I had grabbed hold of her tits again through her bra, kneading her nipples as well as I could. I knew this was going to be over far too quickly. But at least we would have done it. This was going to be the first of hopefully many times. I knew I was close. Almost as I thought this I felt my cock tense up. I was just about to come. I continued to ride up and down on her cock until she gasped. At this point I knew she was about to come, so I clamped down on her cock gripping it tight. She still had her hands on my tits and she squeezed my nipples through the bra. I slowed down a little allowing Rachel to enjoy her orgasm as she continued to pump her seed into the condom, part of me wishing she didn't have to wear a condom. I was too nervous too come, but at least she enjoyed it. At this point the realization began to filter through to me. Looking back I still find it difficult to comprehend the feeling I felt, but I will never ever forget it. Over the next few seconds, I slowly began to realize what was happening. Less than a minute ago, I had been sitting down while Rachel straddled my legs and fucked me. Now I was sitting across my own legs fucking my old cock. My old hands were on my tits. I had tits. "Holy shit" I thought. I'm Rachel. I'm fucking my own body. I jumped up and backwards at the same time forcing my old cock out of my pussy. I immediately lost my balance and fell over. My old body also got up. Something told me Rachel was now controlling my old body but I wasn't entirely sure. I struggled to get to my feet and run out of the door. "It's okay" my old body said as it blocked my path, hands held out in front of it. I ignored it and pushed past, but my old body grabbed me by from behind by throwing both it's arms around my waist and lifting me off the floor slightly. I struggled to break free but my new body was now much weaker in comparison. I was also at least six inches smaller. If I had still been wearing Rachel's high heels I would have probably tried to stab it's feet to get away. Then again, if I had been wearing her heels I probably wouldn't have been able to even stand up in the first place. "Calm down. Everything will be alright" my old body said. We've all heard people tell us to calm down before and it's usually good advice. But when you've suddenly become your own girlfriend and your old body is now holding you from behind, it doesn't quite have the same ring to it, so I continued to struggle, but my old body was simply too strong for me. It held me gently but firmly. "What's happening" I shrieked hysterically still struggling. "Let me go." I demanded. "Paul, everything will be okay. We've just swapped places for a while" my old body responded. "Rachel." I asked, trying to look round as I stopped struggling. "Yes. It's me in here. I'm in your body and now and you're in mine." my old body responded. I now knew that Rachel was controlling my old body. This reassured me in some ways, I didn't have to think of my old body as an 'it' anymore, but in other ways I became more worried. Rachel clearly knew exactly what was going on. "I'm going to release you now, okay." She turned me around, so I was no longer facing the door and she released me. "Sit down and I'll explain everything." she said. Rachel pulled up her boxers over her softening cock which was still contained in the condom. She then pulled up her pants which had been round her ankles all this time. At this point, I realized just how exposed I was. I was wearing Rachel's garter belt, stockings and her bra. Almost as if she read my mind, she handed me my shirt, or was it her shirt now. Hell. Anyway I quickly put in on. I pulled the panties back up, covering my bare crotch. I then sat down on the couch. Rachel sat down, still bare chested beside me and took my hands. This felt uncomfortable to me, having my hands held like this by a man. "Paul. I know this is a shock for you, but please let me explain." she said. I just looked at her blankly. I mean, what can you say in a situation like that. "We've been going out for several months now and I really, really like you." she paused and took a breath "I know you've wanted to make love to me for a while. What you don't know is that I've wanted to make love to you just as badly. Now you know why I haven't" she said as she waved her hand at my new body. "Is... t-this... p-p-permanant" I stuttered out. "No. But we can't turn back for a full twenty four hours." "H-How" I said looking down at myself still finding it difficult to believe I was now Rachel. "It's a long story and I promise to tell it to you one day. But right now I think you need a drink. I'm going to get one. Do you promise not to try and run off again." I nodded. I was slightly calmer now and no longer wanted to run away. After all I wanted my old body back and I would go nowhere fast dressed like this. Rachel went over to a cabinet to fetch me a drink. I took this chance to look over my body. Of course, I had looked it up and down many times before, but never from this angle. I could feel my red hair over my shoulders. I reached my hands up and grabbed my new tits. My legs seemed silky smooth, especially in the sheer stockings I now wore. Rachel brought the drink back over. My hands were shaking slightly as I took a drink from it. "Don't gulp it down as much. Your body's a lot smaller now. You can't take as much alcohol" Rachel warned. I took her advice before placing it down on the coffee table. "Rachel. What's happened. I mean what's really happened." I pleaded. Rachel twisted slightly to face me before explaining. "I've been cursed. I won't go into all the details now, but to put it simply, every time I have sex with someone, I switch places with that person at the point of orgasm." "But why didn't you tell me. Why do... this." "Because you would have never believed me. I'm sorry I had to do it this way, but there was no other way to make you understand. If I had told you this would happen, you would have thought I was crazy." I suppose she was right. If she had walked in the door and said "right, I want to make love to you. Oh, by the way, at the end of it all you'll be me, okay", I would have thought she had lost her mind. But at the time, I did feel that switching bodies without telling me was a bit extreme. "So how do we switch back" I asked. Rachel just looked at me with a pained expression on her face. I quickly put two and two together and my stomach lurched at the conclusion. "You're fucking joking, right" as I looked up and down at my old body. The mere thought of even touching that body almost made me physically sick. "Tell me there's another way, please." "We don't have to have sex" she said which made me sigh with relief, until her next line almost scared me half to death "sexual intercourse that is, but we are going to have to have some form of sexual contact" "I can't do it" I blurted out "I'm not gay" "Well, ideally you won't have to do anything. All you have to do is lay back and let my fingers do the work. Turn out the lights and you'll never know it's your old body. If I can get you to come, you'll probably enjoy it." "No. I can't" I repeated. "Well, we can't for another day anyway. Whenever I transfer, I have to wait twenty fours hours before I can transfer again. Even if we were to have full sex tonight, we wouldn't switch back." "So, you mean I've got to spend a day like this." I wasn't sure what I was more afraid of, having sex with my former body, or spending just one single day as a woman. Rachel nodded. "You're in shock now." She took the drink from me. "Let me put you to bed. I'll sleep in here on the couch. We can talk in the morning. It's Saturday tomorrow and neither of us have anything important to do." Rachel did as promised. We didn't talk much more that night, partially because I was in no mood for it. Rachel took me to her bedroom. As she started to undress me, I tried to push her away. I once again realized just how much a strength difference there was now. "Okay, if you think you can undo your bra on your own, go right ahead." she said looking straight at me. "I'm not going to touch you, just put you to bed." I eventually relented and allowed her to undress me. She unfastened my bra. It was so strange to think of it as 'my' bra. "Why didn't you let me take of your bra when we were... you know." I asked her. "Because I didn't want you to be completely naked after we switched. That's why I put a condom on you. I didn't want you to have your own cum dripping out of your new pussy. You might not have been able to handle it " I shuddered at the thought that I actually had a cock inside me. It all happened so quickly and I didn't really remember that part very well, but I did remember that it was a very strange sensation having my pussy filled like that. Rachel continued as she removed my stockings. "It's also the same with the high heels. I knew you'd probably pull back. If you had still been wearing them you could have fallen over and broken an ankle." "You really had all this planned didn't you." I said with a hint of bitterness. "No." she said looking straight at me. "I didn't plan on doing this tonight. If I had, perhaps things would have been better, but when you suggested it, I just couldn't hold out any longer. I'm really sorry it had to happen this way. Sit on the bed." I sat down on the bed. I felt incredibly vulnerable sitting on the bed completely naked. Rachel offered me one of her nightgowns, but I said I preferred to sleep naked. When the covers were pulled over me, Rachel said. "Now, I'll be in the other room. You get a good nights sleep and don't worry. We'll sort all this out tomorrow." she then planted a kiss on my forehead and left the room. "don't worry", I thought. How can I not worry when I'm laying here in bed with tits and a cunt. I had always thought that when I eventually went to sleep in Rachel's bed that Rachel would be in the bed with me. Well, she is in bed with me... at least her body... oh hell you know what I mean. A few minutes later I heard a man crying in the other room. For an instant I wondered who it was, until I realized it was Rachel. "What the hell was she crying for", I wondered. I thought that I was the one that had something to cry for. I soon felt drowsy. I assumed that Rachel put some sort of sleeping tablets in that drink she gave me. It wasn't long before I fell asleep still trying to comprehend what has happened and trying to work out what to do. Continued in part two..... Phillip Stevens zippy@forfree.at phil_stevens_2@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----