I knew what she meant. Instead of leaning over, I got on my knees in front of him and put his dick in my mouth. It was much better that he was awake. ... felt his body respond when I moved him in and out of my mouth, I felt his hands on my head and her hands on my body. It only took a few minutes, and then it happened. His cock exploded in my mouth. It was so different than the first time. This time the force shocked me and the amount was just too much to handle. I swallowed what I could, and. An accomplished grin played across his mouth as he pulled the condom out of the pocket of his jeans and rolled it on. “Don't worry. It'll be great.” His words did nothing to reassure me. Without further warning, he pushed himself into me. I had heard stories of how painful the first time can be, but nothing truly prepared me for the shear discomfort that came with feeling like I was being ripped open. There was no slowness, no hesitation. He pushed in and went right for it.“Ow! Dean... ow.... It took a month of nightmares before I worked up the courage to tell Father Marceaux what I’d done. Once the words started flowing in the confessional, there was no stopping them. It was as if my body was vomiting the words trying to expel something poisoning me. When my lengthy soliloquy ended, I was met by nearly a half minute of silence before Father Marceaux responded. I was stunned when he didn’t condemn me outright.That evening, I learned that Father Marceaux had been a soldier during the. I stirred and realized Sasha was not in the bed. I looked around and saw him sitting in the window seat. I slipped out of the futon and stood behind him with my hands on his shoulders. ‘Look, it’s getting lighter. I think I can see the mountain,’ he said. ‘Bring the quilt over here and we can watch the sun rise together.’ I brought the quilt over to the window seat. I sat in front of him and he wrapped his arms around me and the blanket over both of us. As the dawn light grew stronger, his.