A Dream Is A Which Your Heart Makes

Part. The First. 

My heart races. Oh my God…is it really happening? He pulls me to him and kisses me again, not that I need any more foreplay. His kissing alone has made my blood roar in my ears, my knees tremble, and oh, I’m so wet! I feel his hardness against my thigh and I ache to touch it….to feel my first ever cock in my hand. Will I do it right? What if I hurt him. What if I get it wrong? 

I’m so excited, I actually begin to pant into his open mouth! His hand travels up my skirt, and up over my panties until he finds the waistband. What is he stopping for? Surely he can tell how ready I am for his touch. Yes, his touch…and more…a lot more. 

Just as every nerve screams for his fingers, he slowly travels down over my flat tummy and into my neatly trimmed pubic hair…and then lower still. There’s no point in worrying about the flood that is in my panties. He has found it now, and it doesn’t seem to have put him off. He nuzzles my neck and whispers into my ear, “Mmm…I do so love a really wet cunt. “ The word stabs through me, the ‘c’ word. The awful word! The best word in the world! I think back to the times I’ve masturbated alone in bed at night, mouthing obscenities into the brooding night. Of them all ‘cunt’ is the most likely to tip me over into the cataclysm of orgasm.

So…I reach for his zipper. I’m careful. I’ve heard horror stories from friends about going too fast and catching it in the zip! My fingers encounter the slit in his boxers and the tough, wiry pubic hair beneath. And suddenly, there it is. A penis. A dick. A cock. I wrap my fingers around it an gently draw it into the light of day. It feels amazing. Hard. Savage. Violent, almost. This is something that is not only capable of the act of love, but of rape as well. Rape. The role play my parents were enjoying last night, along with a seemingly endless stream of vulgarity that had made me cum three times as I listened to them. 

I feel his finger gently exploring my hole until he finds my hymen. He is obviously experienced, since he doesn’t just try to shove a finger in, as other guys have done. He teases me. I want to feel him inside me. I want him stroking my g-spot. I even want the inevitable pain of defloration. 

He gently lays me down on the….grass? We’re outdoors then? It’s dark too….I can only just make him out in the light of fireflies and a few candles. He stands before me naked, his penis thrusting up and outward, twitching gently, and oozing pre-cum. He lifts my knees and helps me position my feet either side of my bum. But my panties are still on. Surely he won’t…. 

But he does. He gently pulls the sodden crotch aside, exposing my virgin sex to him. He lies on top of me supporting his weight on elbows and knees. There’s a movement between us as his hand guides his cock against me. 

Then a sharp lance of exquisite pain, and a feeling of utter fullness, almost like being split apart for a second. It’s horrid, awful, and unspeakably magnificent. I want more. In the blink of an eye, I understand hidden secrets within conversations I eavesdropped on between adults. “It was fabulous…he hurt me four times last night.” and, “I begged him to keep hurting me.” And now I know for myself. 

He begins to move inside me. I know where this will end. He will cum inside me, and I’m not taking birth control. A moment of panic races through me, but then, fuck it. I truly don’t care if he knocks me up. All I want is more of that sensation of fullness. More, always more. Faster and harder. 

I cry out. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard.” He whispers into my ear, “You fucking little whore. You were made to have cock in your cunt, and one at, in your arse too.” Immediately I realise that I want that great taboo as well. It would be sweet agony to take him up my arsehole, but man, I’d try! My legs are rocking now, my feet coming off the ground every time he slams me. I feel his cock against my cervix making my womb vibrate against him, and I feel that unique sensation of approaching orgasm. What a strange feeling it is. Inevitability, building and building, a feeling between my legs and deep in my belly that is oh, so close to the feeling of imminently pissing myself. And I’ve done that too before now. In secret moments in my bathroom, and even out in the grounds. When, for some inexplicable reason, I needed to do something naughty, something forbidden, something dirty. Now I know that this is pure orgasm. 

I actually try to pee. I know I won’t, but somehow the act of trying makes the orgasm so much more powerful. And then I feel him rear up above me and he says, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming up your cunt.” The word triggers me, and I cum with him, screaming as the orgasm rapes my consciousness.

He pulls out and I feel his semen flow from me into my panties. I realise the leghole of my panties was pressing on my clit. Perhaps that’s why my orgasm was so strong. 

And then the lights go on. Lights? I realise it wasn’t real grass, but a wide strip of artificial grass that has been laid on the stage. There is tumultuous applause from the audience. The head teacher, Sister Assumpta says “And that, ladies, is how it’s done. But unlike this….this    ‘Whoer’ I don’t want to catch any of youse doing anything like this or you’ll share Anna’s punishment.” Punishment! She must be joking. 

As my eyes get accustomed to the strong lights of the school stage, I see my ‘lover’, none other than the dishy Father Michael. Oh, the number of times I’ve jilled off thinking about his priestly cock up me! 

In the restroom, I survey the wreckage in my panties. My wetness, his semen, and traces of blood too. I clean myself up and discard my ruined underwear. I sit on the lavatory and a slow smile etches across my face. 

Fuck me, Father, for I have sinned.