Author: Madame Ovary Title: A Midsummer's Dream Summary: Sometimes, it's hard to know if you're dreaming or not. On this particular night, Jin gets to live out a very dirty fantasy! Keywords: FM, cons <!--ADULTSONLY--> Jinger finds herself in a place she believes can only exist in a dream. But is it? At this new place and time, Jin is presented with an opportunity few women would turn down. A Midsummer's Dream By Madame Ovary Copyright: December 2014 Act the 1st One night some time ago I awoke suddenly in the middle of the night, or? at least I thought I had awakened. But when I examined my surroundings, I realized that I really wasn?t in my bedroom any more. I call it a room to you my readers, because that?s what it felt like somehow, except that I couldn?t see any feature of this "room" except for what appeared to be a single dark hazy wall opposite from where I stood, and on that wall was the torso of a very muscular nude man and he seemed to be suspended off the ground and held in place by some means that I could not see. It was as if he was magically held in place against that wall, and I couldn?t make out any other details except for one?his erection, and once I saw it I really stopped paying attention to anything else about the room. As for the rest of the man, I really couldn?t see the full length of his legs from the thighs down, nor could I see much of anything above his firm belly, because the same shadows that obscured the rest of the room seemed to envelop most of him as well. But I could see his cock and balls quite well, for the only light source in the room was brightly shining directly on them from somewhere I couldn?t make out. It was if his groin was magically lit, forcing my gaze to travel and remain there. Because of the way his body was positioned on the wall, his package was very open and accessible. His thighs were spread very wide and held up and apart, again by some means I could not see. In fact, he seemed to be completely restrained to this wall and open for my inspection. His erect cock was perhaps seven or eight inches long, not exactly porn-star material, but it was nicely thick and slightly upwardly curved. The head was very prominent and bulbous. It was already quite angry and purple. His entire cock seemed chiseled somehow, and every vein and texture was prominent and beautiful. Even though his cock was a thing of beauty, his balls were another story. They were huge! Now these balls were definitely porn-star material, and I?d never seen bigger ones anywhere! They hung down regally beneath him in a very inviting way in a sac that was still somewhat loose at this time. His crotch was completely hairless and he?d been circumcised (which for reasons I won?t get into, I preferred). The only other thing in this ?room? was a padded stool, and it had been placed beneath him so it was becoming pretty clear that I had been brought here for one purpose only. I say ?brought here? because even though I knew somehow this had to be a dream, it didn?t feel like one at all to me. You know how sometimes when you?re dreaming, and you know you?re dreaming? Well, this mental state I found myself in (if you could call it that) was so damn real, and yet I never had the feeling that I was dreaming! This was true even in spite of my ethereal surroundings and this impossible situation I was in; it just felt so eerily very real and I felt very much awake and alert and fully functional. I can even remember thinking; ?Jinger, you have to be dreaming right now!? many times that night. I approached his suspended torso and upon closer inspection felt a sudden wave of extreme lust wash over me because of the perfect shape of his cock and because of the size of his balls. It was just a gorgeous package! I could feel my stomach somersault and my knees got weak and I was surprised to feel the way my lust rose in me - to a degree I?ve never felt before or since. It was a very real and yet surreal experience, as I?ve never felt like this so immediately for a man, and yet almost immediately I wanted to do everything that came into my mind with this one! I didn?t understand any of this, but I found that my mind didn?t seem to be questioning things like I would have normally. I just didn?t seem to care about the how and the why of my being here, but there was one thing I was certain of, and it was at that point that my mission became crystal clear to me. I was going to relieve as much cum from these huge balls as I could and would totally and willingly debase myself in the process, but I didn?t care. All I knew was that the sight of that cock had me so turned on that I would have done just about anything to have it in every hole I had. I couldn?t explain my feelings, but then hey, it was a dream?wasn?t it? Act the 2nd I straddled the stool and sat down on it, and this is when I first noticed that I was completely naked. More than that, I knew now that my pussy was already quite wet because I felt that very distinctly when I sat on the leather seat. This stool was the perfect height for what I needed to do. But as much as I found myself wanting this cock in my pussy, I also wanted to take my time and torture it and in the process torture myself a little too. I reached up and very gently and tentatively touched the bottom of his ball sac with my fingertips. I was rewarded with a groan from somewhere above me and I smiled. In my mind, I was thinking with an inward shiver; ?Jin, this is going to be fun!? I was surprised to find that I was feeling very mischievous and wicked all of a sudden! I proceeded to lightly touch and caress with a very feathery pattern all around the sac but especially on the underside and rear of it. I found myself admiring these huge orbs and wondering just how much hot gooey fluid they would produce. As I continued to touch just the sac ever so lightly, I could not help notice that the cock would jump occasionally, and within a few minutes of this exquisite torture, I noticed a rather large drop of clear viscous liquid had appeared at the tip of his cock head. I gave the balls (which I could not easily hold with just one hand) a very gentle squeeze and rolled them in my hand. I was rewarded with a groan and the cock leaped upward and outward, at full attention now and just inches from my face. By this time, the single drop of precum was turning into a long heavy dribble that was oozing down from the head of his cock and hung down several inches into space beneath it. The smell coming from this very prominent male organ was incredible! So manly and so musky and strong! It made me shiver, and I found that I was salivating, no, drooling because of what my senses were taking in at this moment. I leaned in and opened my mouth, letting my tongue catch this thick dribble, and was rewarded with a very sweet and mouthwatering glob of precum. It was thick, and a little tangy and salty all at the same time, and it flooded my senses with desire. Oh how I wanted to swallow this cock and then fuck myself silly on it, but I knew that patience would have its reward! I suddenly realized I felt very at ease about this ?experience?. Here was probably my one and only chance to act like a complete whore without fear of repercussion or damaging my reputation or of catching some dreaded disease or anything negative for that matter! It was truly a ?freebie?; a chance to act out my deepest and darkest fantasies (in a most realistic way) and who in their right mind would turn a no- strings-attached freebie down? After all, this just had to be a dream?right? So far, I still had not touched his cock yet, and somehow I could sense the urgency and need in this fine looking cock to be touched in the worst way; or was that urgency within myself? But still, I was not finished with my torturing of it just yet. I teased the balls for a few moments more, enjoying hearing the light moans an heavier breathing come from above in the darkness. Only then did I occasionally start to lightly touch his cock, which was quite warm and exceedingly hard by now. The dark veins were quite prominent on the shaft, and the skin was stretched out very tight on the head. If it were possible, the whole apparatus somehow seemed larger and more insistent and angry than before! My feathery touch was having the desired effect, and now there was more thick precum for me to savor, dribbling down from the large hole at the end of his magnificently swollen cock head. I swirled the thick fluid around in my mouth with my tongue, savoring the thick tanginess of it. I found myself thinking that I could not wait to taste the full product of these magnificent balls, and that thought made my pussy even wetter. That thought also shocked me in a way, as I?d never been much of a fan of swallowing. Oh, I?d do it?if a guy was especially good looking or if he?d been really good to me, but I didn?t make a habit of it. I reached down between my legs to my neatly shaven cunny. I was sopping wet. My juices were on the stool and coated the bottom of my thighs. I never got wet like this, especially when I hadn?t been eaten out or fingered nicely! Very lightly I encircled his cock with my fingers and ever so gently stroked it a few times. Another groan came from above in the shadows and with it more precum. I lightly stroked it again, this time while teasing the balls with the lightest of touches. I noticed that the balls were starting to swell a little as well and move around within the sac, and that turned me on in a new and deeper way! I stroked a little more firmly now and squeezed the fat head with my thumb on the underside of the tip once in a while, milking his glans. The corona around the head was fully distended (or so I thought) and had become quite firm. It was very impressive and was actually a thing of beauty on its own. I could not wait to feel that ridge running in and out of my mouth, or maybe even my pussy later on! More light stroking produced more groans and the torso began to strain at the restraints that kept it held in place against the wall. I looked up into the dark mist, but still could see nothing, so I shrugged to myself and went back to work. I began to stroke this fine cock a little more firmly and decisively then, with silky soft long sliding strokes - then I would abruptly stop. A louder, frustrated groan was my reward. Then I stroked it again several times and stopped. Then again while kneading the balls. Then up to the crown and squeezed and let go. Then again while pulling his sac and balls up tight against the bottom of his shaft. I varied my approach, watching his reactions and always watching the tip as the hole at the end seemed to open up somehow and his juices were keeping it constantly wet. I continued this rhythm for a while, enjoying myself immensely. A long strand of marbled whitish precum came out now, and I knew he was getting closer. I gobbled this strand and was treated to a different flavor now. Whoever this was I was torturing, his seed was now in this precum and it was oily and tasty. Oh how it made my head swim and my pussy pulse! The flavor was distinctly and strongly male and made my mouth instantly water and I wanted more! I indulged in a few more moments of strokes and well-timed squeezes all the while teasing those great balls. I just couldn't keep my hand off them. They were so large they almost looked out of place on a man, and the smell coming from him was almost animal now somehow and left me light headed. Now there was pretty much a steady and copious stream of whitish precum and I didn?t let a drop of it get away from me. I?d never seen so much of it in my life, and I?ve given my fair share of hand jobs and blow jobs. I knew this had to be a dream, but it was just so real. I leaned in and buried my face in his crotch on several occasions while holding his cock against his belly, breathing deeply and licking and mouthing him all over his sac and behind it to his anus, which I also had easy access to. I?d never behaved so wantonly in my life, and I could never remember enjoying it more! During all this excitement, his balls began what I could only describe as a churning of sorts and I paused not only to watch this with amazement, but I also tried to take each one in my mouth a time or two but gave up as they were too large for me to get comfortably into my mouth. I know I gave them both repeated tongue baths throughout all my torturing, and enjoyed the feel of them against my face, something else I?d never done before. I couldn?t believe that I was actually sitting beneath this man rubbing my face all over his balls and cock! Left to itself, this fat cock right in front of my face was bobbing up and down on its own, keeping time with his pulse. By now, it was fully distended as if stretching out and surging along its length, trying to move itself closer toward me and make contact on its own. I could clearly see that each blood vessel was doing its part to ensure full hardness in anticipation of the climax that I was so hungry to bring to it. I?m pretty sure I had one or two small cums myself already and yet I never bothered to fondle myself for the distraction of handling all the meat that was in front of my face! Truth be told, I realized I could have cared less about my own pleasure, as all I wanted right now was to milk this meaty treasure for all I could get from it. I had a pretty good idea that I?d wake up in a pool of my own pussy-juice in the morning. But then I could take care of myself at that time and it would be so much nicer when I could devote my undivided attention to my aching cunt. In the end, I knew I was giving whoever belonged to this cock the wet dream of a lifetime! I stopped all my teasing for about 15 seconds just to back away and admire this fat beast and the balls that had produced so much liquid thus far. My mouth was saturated with the taste of that liquid and the smell of him seemed to be in every pore on my face now, and yet I hadn?t even touched his cock with my tongue much less take it in my eager mouth. Enough. I was overcome with lust, and my stomach desired to be filled with the product of these positively huge balls. Act the 3rd I grabbed the shaft gently and took a long savoring lick of the underside and tip of the head. The taste was so male, musky and strong, and his flesh was as firm as I?d ever made a cock in all my years. I actually swooned from the sensations I got from licking him and feeling his heat on my tongue! I swirled the head of the cock with my tongue, then finally opened wide, allowing the swollen corona entrance to my warm and willing mouth. The groans were coming regularly now and I was smiling as I worked just the head of his cock in and out of my mouth, savoring the feel of its intrusion. I was fairly well drooling around the head, and gently sucked on the bulbous head, filling my mouth with another very large and strong tasting jet of precum and cum mixed together. I found I could lock my lips around his corona and holding his cock head hostage in my mouth just tease his pee hole and tip with my tongue, while taking the occasional gentle suck to relieve his balls of more juice, which I was craving! My pussy was leaking even more profusely now and the stool I was sitting on was slick with my tasty juices. When I backed away from him, I could smell myself then for the first time, and I hoped he could too! I reached down and was shocked to find just how thick and copious the fluid was that was coming from my eager pussy. I brought my fingers to my mouth and moaned as I sucked and licked my own juices off my fingers. I reached back down once more, stuffing all four fingers into my aching cunt, then again sucking them clean. I looked up and as if remembering what I was here for, I licked the shaft up and down like a whore, alternating between stroking with my right hand and then long easy sucks with my eager mouth. With each suck I was also rapidly flicking my tongue on the underside of the head and then flicking it several times roughly on the tip of his cock. It seemed that each time I took it in my mouth I was again having to deal with more of his whitish precum, which I greedily swallowed. At this point the body above me began to struggle mightily against the restraints and the grunts and groans became more frequent. Those huge balls had swollen and firmed up and were now riding high right under his rock-hard shaft. That sight caused me to have another mini-cum right then and there! I tortured his cock with my mouth and tongue for another minute or so until I instinctively knew he was reaching that point of no return?then I stopped and pulled away. His groans became more unbearable and I could tell he was aching in the worst way for release. As I had said before, there was a light source that shined bright light directly down onto his cock and it was positively glistening now in that light. The color of his cock had changed to an even darker and more angry red and purple and I had to giggle at his obvious discomfort as I sat back and admired my handiwork as his cock bobbed up and down in time with his pulse. After a few moments of staring and lusting, I reached out quietly and again just barely touched the underside of his nut sack. That feathery-light touch caused his cock to bob up and stretch against its own skin and still the precum seeped out but now it was almost totally pearly white in color and thicker still than it had been. I caught this last bit in my mouth without touching his cock, savoring the flavor on my tongue, then just sat there watching the beautiful spectacle of this cock that was obviously in a lot of discomfort and surely about to explode. I was actually proud of myself for the job I?d done so far, but I had more to do yet. I blew on the tip of his cock and then more gently kneaded his balls, but only ever so lightly. His groaning became even more painful sounding, and his breathing was hoarse. I swear I heard panting from the dark mist above me, and I?d be willing to bet that he?d tell you his cock had never been harder in his life. It was peculiar, but it was then that I took note of the fact that any sounds he made sounded distant somehow. They came from above me but seemed to be muffled or more distant than they should have. Oh, well! Back to my fun! As I gently kneaded his balls, more cum drained from his cock. It was thicker and almost all white now, with globs mixed in with the more liquid parts. The sight of it turned me on tremendously. I had the feeling there was much more of it and thicker still awaiting me in just a few moments. I?d never seen anything like it, not in person or in a porn movie. There was just so much of it, and I never tired of swallowing it for him. I began to wish we had a video of this, so I could watch it again when I had my favorite dildo in hand! All this time there was never a word that was shared between us. Perhaps the ?dream? didn?t allow for it, I don?t know. But when I finally saw he could stand it no longer and I was aching to finish him off, I looked up into the darker haze where I knew his face had to be (could he see me all this time through that haze he was in?), and said in my best little girl voice ?Please cum in my mouth for me now, Daddy!?, and then took him fully in my mouth. That produced a groan that sounded more like a growl from him, and I knew he?d heard me! I began to mercilessly bob up and down on that rock- hard shaft, letting it slide down my throat, then backing out to the tip, all the while flicking my tongue on his shaft and head. I had never gotten a cock this large so easily down my throat before, and neither my jaw or tongue were tired yet, so I knew this had to be a dream! I was readying myself for the flood I knew had to be soon, and I came just thinking about how hot and violent those first few shots would be. I think I came again with that thought, and this spurred me on to even better deep throating than I have ever given in my life, and my mouth and throat became as flexible and wet for him as any tight pussy would have been. He was bucking at his restraints, and his cocked swelled to become even larger, and still I was easily able to slide it down my hungry throat. I could not believe how much I wanted to make him cum! It was like my very life depended on giving him the release he desired so much. At some point, I had coated my right index finger with saliva and his precum, and without him knowing it I had my finger poised to go straight up his asshole at the last moment. My left hand was milking his balls and pulling them toward me, coaxing all the gravy out of them and my head was pistoning up and down with reckless abandon on that shaft when at last I knew he?d gone over the edge. At that point, I worked my finger up his ass and finding his prostrate gland, began to milk it vigorously. This was all too much for him and his cock hardened and swelled as it tried to raise up even inside my mouth. He seemed to cry out in anguish, and then he began to shoot his hot seed. I backed my mouth off to just encircle the head and caught the first two shots which completely filled my mouth. I swallowed this mouthful quickly as I knew there would be much more to follow. I had just wanted the feel and taste of a mouthful of his seed before letting the rest go directly to my stomach. I was steadily milking his balls as my mouth descended fully on his shaft, my nose against his pelvic bone. He continued shooting directly down my throat for another four or five very strong pulses, then I backed my mouth off and grabbing the shaft with my left hand. I began milking the rest of his load into my now open mouth, all the while milking his prostate gland greedily. The taste of his seed filled my senses, and my mouth felt oily with the thickness of it. I think I could actually feel it had slightly filled me up inside and yet he was still coming! I was working more solid globs of his cum out of him now, as the more liquid part of his ejaculate seemed to come at the very first. I have to tell you that I took several blasts around my mouth and nose before I took the rest in my mouth. I?ve never been that wanton to allow a man to do that, much less voluntarily help him to ejaculate on my face, but I just could not help myself. I?d have bathed in that delicious stuff if I could have. In my experience, I knew men would be largely spent by the fifth or sixth good shot, but these balls were not usual by any means. The best I could tell, he had unloaded at least eight good streams of that luscious fluid before he showed any signs of slowing down. I just knew this had to be a dream, but I wished I knew this guy in real life, if you know what I mean! Act the 4th I finally milked the last of his seed from his cock and balls, then sat back, slowly wiping it from my face and licking it from my fingers. His taste and smell permeated my senses, and I felt dizzy from my lust and effort, and I realized I was out of breath and my heart was pounding within my chest. Then I realized that he was still hard! Damn, he was still very hard and it was still bouncing up and down! I took one look at that swollen glistening member and knew instantly what I wanted. I stood up then, turned around and bent over, backing up to him. I grabbed that lovely cock with one hand, opened up my pussy lips with the other, and impaled myself down to the hilt in one fluid movement, filling myself with that glorious and swollen hard meat. He groaned loudly as I grabbed the stool in front of me for support as I bent over, and I rode that cock for all I was worth. I could hear his groans plainly now above the grunting I was doing. By now the torso behind me was really bucking at the restraints and I began to wonder what would happen if they were to break! But I guess the dream would not allow that, and I continued undeterred to slide myself back and forth along that hot wonderful length. I could easily feel the ridge of his cock head as it passed through the depths of me. Now I was cumming and I was cumming hard, and crying out in my passion. When I was fully seated on him and grinding backwards into him with everything in me, I reached between my legs and found his balls, which once again had grown hard and were beginning to rise. This monster was going to cum again! I squeezed them as if letting them know I needed this one more time and that they should get ready! I groaned as I rode him mercilessly for another minute or so, reveling in the feel of the long strokes and the complete control I was in. I knew his cock head rammed into my cervix several times, as I was taking him as deeply as I could. I rode him harder and longer than I can ever remember riding a cock in my life. I rode him so wantonly that I felt my tits slapping against my upper belly, and I knew the sight of it all would have made for an awesome big-money porn movie. And then I knew he was done for from the hardness in his balls and the swelling of his cock head, and I quickly pulled away from him and dropped to my knees in front of him. Suddenly, I felt completely emptied and hollow between my legs with the loss of his massive intrusion. And yet as much as I had wanted to feel him shoot inside me, this time was different, and I wanted it all over me. I took him down my throat again and this time I swear he was even bigger and harder than before. I gave him a deep throating that any porn star would have blushed at, I was so hungry to relieve him of that second load. I tasted my own tangy pussy juices mixed in with his male taste and that also surprised me, as my own taste was turning me on immensely! I grabbed his balls and squeezed them and pulled them up and out roughly, and that was all it took for him. His first shot went right down my throat, and the second filled my mouth. I pulled away and began milking his cock with both hands as he shot his magnificent load all over my face. My open mouth continued to catch more as well, as he shot strand after ropy long strand of white thick juice all over my face, hair, and upper chest. Slowly now, he began to finish his climax. It seemed that I just could not get enough of his cum. The taste, the smell, the feel of it. I have never been in love with the taste of semen, but can honestly say I loved his, and I was sad when it was finally over. I think his balls had produced more semen with each climax than I?d ever seen before in any porn movie, and I had swallowed the great majority of it and loved every drop! Still, I could not stop myself and I leaned in and buried my face in his package and rubbed myself all over it. Then I took his sopping cock in my mouth and began cleaning it and his balls, getting every little glob of his cum and my cum off his crotch. I even amazed myself at how much of a slut I?d become this night. I just could not get enough of it! And I?ll be damned if that unbelievable cock didn?t start to harden again! And the fuller his cock got, the harder I sucked him! I was going to get one final load out of this monster before the night, er, dream, was over! I was working him back up to a nice hard on, but could wait no longer and as before, I turned around and slid him into me. Within a minute or so, he was rock hard again, and I was sweating and panting like a whore in heat! I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit, making myself cum all over that luscious cock as I rode it for all I was worth! Oh, how I wished I could lie flat somewhere and spread myself wide open for him to take me! I would have loved the feel of his balls smacking my ass! Oh, shit! Those thoughts had me grunting and crying out as I came again and fucked myself silly on him! There was no way he couldn?t hear the animal noises coming from my throat now! I swear at one point, I could feel hands grab my hips and it startled me and I turned around to look, but there was nothing there; just his torso - which I continued to ride mercilessly. I was almost sobbing now as I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls. I wasn?t gentle either, as I kneaded and squeezed them tightly, like I was trying to wring them out! I heard him groan then, and felt his nuts swell and harden. I looked back over my shoulder at him, now grinding against his pelvis, his cock head most certainly beyond my cervix now! I felt that magnificent cock head swell then, and I knew he was there. I looked over my shoulder one last time and cried out; ?Cum in my pussy, Daddy!? Then I grunted like a whore and rode him until I felt him jetting up inside me. I came like I?d never cum before, I think, gushing pussy juice in such quantities that I felt it hitting the floor and getting my feet wet! My pussy could not contain all his cum either, and it went drooling out of me around his still hard cock and down my thighs. I reached down and wiped my thighs, bringing my fingers to my mouth and licking them greedily. Fuck, what a slut I was that night! I loved the smell and oily thick feel of his cum on my face as I rubbed his seed onto me and sucked my fingers. I reached back for more and was amazed at how much of it had come out of me! I wiped it on my tits as I squeezed them so hard they hurt. I was unwilling to disengage from his cock, but he was slowly starting to soften now, and my legs were buckling and twitching, and I knew if I didn?t sit down soon that I would fall down! When at last it was done, I sadly felt him slide out of me, and I sat back wearily on the stool and stared at his manhood, which was finally starting to soften but still it bobbed a little up and down as the blood went out of it. I sat there just smiling up at him, and working my pussy over till I came again, and then I sucked his and my juices from my sloppy fingers, and I was hoping he could see me do it. Then I took his meaty cock in my mouth one last time, and cleaned it off. A last gooey dollop of his cum came out as my final reward. A few moments later, the light in our room started to fade slowly but just before it went out completely I thought I heard him whisper a passionate; ?Thank you!? Act the 5th I awoke in the morning feeling completely worn out, as if I hadn?t slept at all during the night. As I laid there, I realized I had been right about one thing?my sheets were sopping wet. I had drenched them and the whole room smelled like pussy! Laying there, I touched myself and realized then that my pussy felt violated and tender, like I?d had a nice fat cock in it the night before. And it still tingled big time, you know? But then as I rolled over to get out of bed, it dawned on me that my room also smelled of something else very strongly. It smelled of semen. It was then that I realized I was a dry, sticky mess. I can?t explain it even to this day; I had a man?s dried up cum all over my face, neck and hair, and I still had that incredibly sexy taste in my mouth! None of this scared or alarmed me, really?but it was most peculiar to me and not a day goes by that I wonder what really happened to me, to us?that night. I?ve masturbated many times to the thought of that ?dream?, and it never fails to get me off in a huge way. I?ve even found a lifelike cock that reminds me so much of that one I had enjoyed that night, but I still have trouble getting it down my throat as easily as I did that night. I have wished I could enjoy that dream again or one like it, but I think it?s ruined me because I?ve never found anything close to that intensity and passion in the real world since that night. So each night now before I fall asleep, I can?t help but finger my moist pussy and hope that tonight?s the night we do it again. Who knows? Maybe tonight??