Summary

Sarah, a good catholic high school senior, has nasty dreams about sperm, but she doesn't know what it feels like, tastes like, or anything about it. She braves a local truck stop to investigate the rumor about a glory hole.

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Sarah Receives Answers

The classroom lights appear softer, the shadows like arms holding our well-worn desks. Ms. Barrett, the best teacher ever, arranges papers on her oversized wooden desk. Her pale blue blouse falls open to show her flawless skin over her massive heart. Long black hair cascades over thin shoulders to frame her wise face with smoky eyes and full, dark red lips. Her black leather skirt squeaks as her sheer black hose-covered legs shift and tap her flat black, high heels on the linoleum ground. Her lilac scent comforts me and reminds me how much I love this school and Ms. Barrett.

I almost bump into her desk as I walk past, “Good morning, Ms. Barrett.”

“Good morning, Sarah.” Ms. Barrett’s voice sings in my ears. I bounce to my front seat and slip in.

I loved Friday’s lesson and slept better each night after. Her agreement with the official scientific websites about how only real sperm can impregnate a woman comforted me. Some Christian sites have examples of girls and women getting pregnant from dreams. I hoped it wasn’t possible because I wasn’t pregnant. Yet. My recurring dreams of getting filled with cum grew over the weekend. The most vivid and fulfilling on Sunday.

I awoke this morning stuffed and almost unable to eat breakfast. Last night, I dreamed of laying on my bed, naked, my little, perky breasts jiggling with each breath, my small vagina leaking and making a puddle on the sheets.

Two penises appeared, one white and one black. The unseen owners jerk them over my sweet, innocent face. My eyes widen while my body burns. The bright red head on the white one draws my gaze, while the black one, larger than my forearm, casts a shadow over my eyes.

Another massive black penis appears with a thud, it lands on my forehead, causing my eyes to cross. A fourth penis, this one tan, with a dark brown head slimy with pre-cum, materializes beside my mouth. I open my pale pink lips as wide as possible to engulf the helmet tip. I wish I knew the taste.

Two more penises emerge, one for each hand. I stroke them. I imagine their warmth and solid flesh, like a flexed arm muscle, so big my little, pink-finger-tipped hands barely fit around them. I wish I knew their smell. I have imagined roses or lilac like Ms. Barrett.

A penis begins to rub up and down my slit. Much like my fingers when I need to satisfy my urges. I want to observe the penis head pushing my vagina lips apart, but the enormous penis on my forehead weighs my head down. I can’t move my head but I try to peer past the massive black penis on the head and the white and tans ones on either side of my mouth. The ones in my hand twitch as I try to hold them. I move my legs up in the air with hope that the penis will slip inside me. It does, and an overwhelming sensation consumes me, just like my hairbrush does, but bigger and much warmer. My spine tingles as the penis almost doesn’t fit. My juices flood around the erect monster, and my body pulls it deeper. My nipples grow painful as they grow more erect, and my small body withers on my bed. Images of other men in the background, grey, dark shapes, watch me and grin with white teeth. They all have spotlighted penises, some black, some tan, some white, some huge, some tiny, but all erect for me.

Two more penises rub on each foot. I time my sucking with the thrusting, knowing the strangers grow closer to cumming in and on me. Even now, my vagina tingles at the memory. I wish I could satisfy my urges again. I wish I knew the flavor, the smell, but I have only flat images, two-dimensional men, with three-dimensional penis. My thin arms jerk the two in my hands, my tiny pink lips wrap around the one in my mouth and the one in my pussy. The one on my forehead thuds on my head over and over. My toes jerk the dick at my feet. Another two penises rub my nipples, the heads send shocks up my chest and into my head. A less intelligent penis tries to use my belly button as a hole, my belly bulges and hallows with the penis inside me and the one on my belly button. All the penises move together.

I close my eyes in the class, remembering the penis inside me came first, shooting cum deep. How awesome to get filled with cum. The penises on my feet spew, spraying my feet and legs with cum. Next, the fisted ones shoot burning hot sperm across my little breasts, coating them, which causes the penis on my nipples to cover my neck, cum pools at the base of my neck. Thicker than water, I imagine the cum slimes me like the pudding I have used on my breasts. Maybe cum tastes like vanilla pudding. The one in my mouth explodes and coats the back of my mouth. I swallowed, and in my dream, it tasted like vanilla pudding.

The penises jerk over my face and shoot sticky cum across my cheeks and into my hair. Finally, the massive penis on my forehead erupts. A rope of cum travels the length of my body, landing between my little breasts, on my tight pale stomach, and into my sparse vagina hair. It pools in my belly button. The cum covers me, shining in the defused light of my dream. The background penises fire and cover me like a hoses. A shower of cum, like in the mornings before school, but thicker. Some websites claim that cum helps moisten the skin and will give a surreal glow. I wonder how to test that.

I open my eyes wide, hoping no one heard my slight moan. Luckily, the other girls don’t notice me as they pull out paper and pens, and exchange stories about the weekend. I again speculate about the taste of cum. Will it taste like warm vanilla pudding, as in my dream? Or does a stranger's cum taste gross and toxic, as our lesson plans claim?