My Cock Dream SeXStoRY

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! And no sooner than I thought it had it come to pass. There in my dream, lying in my bed, was Amy, an old classmate of mine from my freshman year at college. I can't remember what she said, exactly, or what I said, only that immediately she was naked ans spreading her legs. I climbed up between them and f***ed myself inside. All the way inside. If my cock could reach from my crotch to my tits, it had to be 14 or 15 inches, but she took them all. I guess that should've been where I realized it was a dream, but I was past caring. I just started fucking her. Something about having a cock made me an expert about fucking; I was making quick, lithe undulations with my abdomen, instead of the awkward, stiff motions you see on the strapon porn videos. (I try to manage that with mine...) I made Amy squeal through orgasm after orgasm, and came so much that the bed should've been soaked, or her belly bulging, though neither happened in the dream. And when I was finished with her, another girl from my one of my classes or another walked in. And another. They were all sluts, starving for my girlcock, begging me for it. I fucked them in missionary, they rode me like a cowboy. Sometimes I'd fuck them doggie-style, or push them up against the wall. And every time I came, I needed more. I was getting so frustrated; I just couldn't reach the big one, even though I knew it was right around the corner. Then I walked in. My own personal doppleganger, complete with my body, my face, but without the cock I'd dreamed I'd grown. She was dressed in lingerie covered in a cheap whore outfit like all the other girls, but this time the debasement felt personal. This was me. I had walked in to beg for my own cock. My doppelganger crawled onto the bed, crawled over, and started voraciously sucking my cock. She just almost brought me to my big O! But then she pulled off, laid back, and spread her legs, pulling her pussy lips apart with her fingers. "Please," she said in my voice, "Fuck me. Fuck me like the nasty little slut I am. Please, make me your bitch, your personal cumwhore." I was ashamed; I was saying that, as surely as I had willed myself to say it. And it just made me even more horny. So I ravaged her. I fucked myself harder and deeper than I had any of the other girls. And finally, I was racing toward the ultimate climax, that brilliant, shining ecstasy... And I woke up, horny as hell, still feeling the frustration from my dream. I didn't even change out of my soaked panties; instead I just plopped down at my computer rode a dildo while I typed out my dream.