"We can't, I'm a ." Dave wasn't listening, and as he slipped first a finger up into my vagina, then neither was I.
The sensation in the beginning was like being taken to the edge of a cliff and falling off without fear or apprehension. Oddly enough though I was in the back of my mind both scared and hesitant, but these distant concerns just fuelled the fire.
Easing me onto the bed, Dave's pants fell to the floor and he said to me, "Don't worry babe, I'll treat you right." And somehow that made everything seem OK.
Until he pushed his penis on in through the folds.
Then I screamed.
Not a shrill kind of frantic scream, nor one of ecstasy or intense excitement. I screamed in pain.
My boobs shifted back and forth as Dave withdrew a bit and then re-entered with renewed vigour, grunting heavily with the effort.
With the rhythmic motions of my tits, I got used to the burning painful feeling and treated it like white noise, drowning it out I entered a kind of Zen like state for a few seconds, acutely aware of what was going on.
Dave was fucking me. HE was fucking ME!!
As Dave's cock penetrated a little deeper, I was incensed by this intense and powerful wave of pure pleasure. It took over my whole body like one great muscle.
"Ooh YESSS!!" I shouted as loud as I could, and the feeling stayed with me, so I shouted out again.
"See baby " Dave muttered, "I told you I'd take care of you."
The sensation began to subside a little and my eyes were rolling back from the top of my head, Dave's cock pulsed within me, and I noticed how soaked I felt down below, but then Dave let out this almighty grunt and it completely took me by surprise.
There was a hot smooth filling going on, like I was being pumped up. I knew exactly what was happening, but I couldn't care less as I myself was hit with a second mind altering orgasm of joy. I moaned and writhed in pleasure as the whole experience overwhelmed me.
As Dave withdrew, his dick deflating, and I was catching my breath, my new found friend and vagina felt very sore indeed. At some point there were tears running down my face, but it wasn't important.
"Wow." I murmured to Dave.
We were both tired, and I looked at the clock to see it was almost nine, I'd be late for school for sure.
"What am I thinking!!" I blurted out. Less than two hours ago I was John, a boy, a man, lusting after women not being one and bedding some strange guy throwing rocks at the window.
But he was so good looking. And there it was, confliction, my mind was having this inner turmoil trying to come to grips with some strange identity, but for now it seemed to be fading.
"I give up, what are you thinking?" Dave sat up and moved to the end of the bed, "Didn't you enjoy yourself?" He asked off handedly.
I had to get that stone and wish this never happened while I'm still lucid. It seemed that panic was beginning to take hold.
Reaching under the cupboard with my short female arms, it took a bit to grab the box. Pulling out the wishing stone, I held it there wondering how I should word it.
