My Cock Dream

My name is Iris Cal. A few weeks ago, I had a dream. This is an account of that dream, with some holes and details filled in by my own fantasies.

From what I remembered as I tried to write down as much of the dream as I could, I had woken up in the house in which I lived when I went to high school. Immediately, I noticed something was odd, so I got out of bed and went to the mirror. I remember looking in my dream mirror for several minutes before realizing what was wrong. I looked at least as young as I had been as a high school junior or senior, but with the ripe, mature physique of my twenty-four-year-old self, even with the tats I'd not gotten until I was twenty-two.

But finally, I noticed it. I had a cock, hanging limp right there between my legs. And I had no sooner noticed it than it was erect. It was huge! It batted against my tits with every heartbeat! And it was hungry. I wanted to stuff it into the girl in my dream mirror. Hell, I wanted the girl in that mirror to stuff her huge cock inside me. There weren't any balls, at least not on the outside; my pussy was dripping wet right underneath it. But I could still feel them churning, somewhere inside me, producing copious amounts of cum. Too much! It needed to get out!

I grabbed hold of it. It was rock hard, like steel encased in velvet, except for the tip, which was more spongy. And it was warm, almost hot. It also smelled incredible. I immediately started jacking off, stroking it. I didn't need any lube; it was a dream! It felt incredible; my hips started shaking until finally, a climax hit me, and I started spewing white, pearly cum all over my dream mirror. And kept spewing, for at least twenty or thirty seconds, the duration of one of my usual female orgasms.

But it wasn't enough. Even as I came down from that incredible climax, I wanted more. No, I needed more. So I bent over in the chair I was suddenly sitting in and squeezed my tits around my cock. That was fun, but it still wasn't enough, so I bent over further and took it into my mouth. It felt so good in there that my hips started bucking again, and my head bobbed up and down on it like a world class whore. But again, even as I spewed my salty-sweet seed into my mouth and throat, that I needed more. God, I needed someone to fuck!