A Midwinter Day’s Dream [tgF/M, Consensual, Romance]

Johanna sits next to me, her thighs sat folded. But her upper body crushes into mine. She breaks the kiss, the taste of her throughout my entire mouth and nose. I lick my lips, accidentally swallowing a drip of her saliva from her drooling kiss. Her eyes stare deep, as if trying to see inside my soul. Our foreheads touch, and her fingers run through my afro, as if she’s barely keeping it together. She then pulls back, stopping. Embarrassed. I recompose myself too.

“Sorry…I didn-”

“Heh, it’s okay… I liked it.”

“………………………..Can I show you my house?”

“Sure….. Wait… this is YOUR house?”

“Uh huh!”

She jumps up, patting down her dress, and clenching my hand like last time. I try my best not to swagger and lumber, as my world spins like a dreidel. I jog behind her, as she yanks me towards the big house. The sky is dark blue now, the setting sun and the moon the only light. Francine and Lamarr don’t even seem to notice us.
We hit the back door, and I find myself yanked inside. The house is huge. Massive. Magnificent. I find myself gasping as I look around. She tries to act as if she’s showing me around, but she looks shy and nervous.

“And this is the downstairs. But here’s the upstairs…” she trots up the flight, me behind. I try not to fall. Thank heavens for the railing. When we get to the top, we head down a long hall, as she shows me the pictures on the wall. We then enter a girl’s bedroom. A huge, lovely one. Like something out of 1859. I don’t want to sway, so I plop on the side of the bed. She stands there, looking down at me and her hands folded down.

“And this is my room….” she looks around, not making eye contact.

“Wow….it’s amazing.”

She smiles shyly. “Th-thank you… you’re the first guy I’ve ever been in a bedroom alone with?”

“Ohh…..I don’t…I’m not trying to do that to you. I just…I didn’t mean to imply-”

She sits down next to me on the bed. “Do you like it? Is it too much?”

“It’s…it’s perfect. Like you…DAMN, I DIDN’-”

She smiles and squeezes my hand too hard. “You talk too much, MISTER Freed.”

She leans close to my face, looking at my lips. I take the hint. I lean in to kiss her, and she relents, letting me meet her lips. She lets go of my hand and gently thrusts her fingers through my hair. She dips her tongue between my lips again. I just try to follow her lead, learning to French kiss from mimicking her as she molests my mouth. She leans back, letting me press into her. Her hand darts around, trying to find mine. And accidentally grips my erection. A breathy gasp explodes out of her mouth, and a panic strikes through me. I must have fucked up.

“I’m sorry!”

“No….I just…was surprised. Did I do that? I made you excited?”

“Did you ever.”

“Hehehe…you made me excited too….” she presses my hand against her breast. Her nipples feel like pencil tips, hard and erect. Even her breasts feel rounder and bigger. But she keeps guiding my hand. Down her soft and toned belly. Flat and firm. It keeps going down until I feel something like my cock under dress fabric. Except it’s like my cock on steroids. I….I don’t know. I guess I DID excite her. I’ve never experienced a woman, and the most I know about them is from skeletons and outdated biology books that just say words, no pictures. I guess this is a…clitoris? I mean, men have pecs, and girls have breasts. So maybe, this is the same thing? A different version of the same thing, given a different name to differentiate?

“I’m….different than the usual girls around here.” she shyly remarks, taking her hand off mine. She leans back on her elbows, waiting for me to take my hand off the gigantic pillar under her dress. But… I don’t. I’m curious. It’s hers. And she’s so sweet. So kind. So nice. So beautiful. I squeeze it a little, and her face blushes hard. She gasps a little, thrusting upward to give me a easier access to grab it. The tip feels a little damp. My fingers feel wet, like they have snot on them. I squeeze her again, and she moans, smiling at me.

“You don’t hate me?”

“I think you’re perfect.”

“Ohhh, David…”

She reaches up and grabs me, pulling me down to her. Next to her. Onto her. She presses her lips into me, taking my breath away, as my hand squeezes and devours her breasts. Her hands start unbuttoning my shirt, like a caffeinated demon. She opens my shirt, squeezing my flabby chest as if I have breasts. I don’t like it. It makes me feel weird.

“S-stop….please don’t do that…”

She smiles at me, licking my chin. Her hand gently stroking my face. “What? You don’t want me to grab your titties?” She squeezes my chest again, rubbing my nipple between thumb and first-finger. I pull away, I REALLY don’t like that.

She shoves me on my back and jumps on top of me straddling me. She looks down at me, her nose, cheeks and lips bright red. Her lips plump up and glisten, as she undoes the back of her dress, letting it fall off. She throws it aside, unpopping her big, white bra. Her panties are huge, like a diaper almost. Out the top sticks one of the biggest penises I’ve ever seen in my life. Especially since it’s the ONLY penis I’ve ever seen, minus my own. I remember hearing about how a woman wants a big dick. I feel my heart throng in my chest, I feel afraid.

Her bra falls away, revealing plump freckled cups. Pink nipples pop upward like swords. She grabs my hands, slamming them onto her mounds. She begins thrusting, grinding on me, looking down. In her mirror, I see her ivory back and her long, silky blonde-red hair glistening like silk. The window is now dark blue, it’s night. Francine and Lamarr are still outside. But I don’t care. At all. I’m lost in Johanna. She jumps off of me, gently and sexily easing out of her granny panties. A 11.9 inch, veiny, pulsing monster bobs upward. Uncircumcised. Thick. Widest in the shaft’s center. It looks messy, wet, and slimy as precum drips and drools everywhere. The only times I’ve experienced precum is when I was in a heated erection for too long, and then went soft again. It would drool and drip all over my undies, pissing me off. But I’ve never seen SO MUCH of it. Maybe this is what it means that a girl is “wet”? Makes sense. I look at her size, and feel shame.

“I’m not very big……”

She smiles at me, a look of adoring in her eyes. “I don’t care!!! I just want you, David…”

She jerks my pants off, revealing my underwear. And the tiny tent in it. I try to fight with her small, white hands, but she relentlessly snatches my them off, letting my 3.8 inches pitifully point into the air. She grabs it like a starving rat grabbing a piece of cheese. She furiously strokes it. A little too hard. I look away, ashamed.

“I love it, Mr. Freed.” she cooes, pinching my inner thigh. Her voice is soft and sultry. Excited, yet nervous.

“Have you ever been with someone before?”

“N-no….YEAH, I mean…….sigh, no.”

“It’s okay. Me either. ”

“O-oh…”

She looks nervous, smiling shyly. “Can I be your first? Will you be mine?”

“Yes!”

I see her pulsing cock with the biggest balls I’ve ever seen under it. Each one, big as an orange. Behind her balls, a pink swollen pussy drips and sends clear streams down her thighs. Her groin is a neat, trimmed orange bush. She reaches in her drawer and pulls out a bottle of lotion. She dumps a puddle in her palm, lubing cock up. She then soaks her fingers, and starts hunching over me, her eyes on my ass.

“I got to make sure you’re nice and wet. I wanna be perfect for you… I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just relax, okay?”

I feel her wet finger pop deep up my anus. My thighs clench closed. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“Just relax…” she cooes “I have to make you wet so it feels good. I want to make you happy…”

Her finger starts pumping deep and slow inside me. It goes from feeling unpleasant and shocking to shameful and good. Her hand strokes my thigh. “Mmmm…you’re SO handsome…”

I feel secure. I feel more relaxed. I lay back and relax, letting her plunge deep. It feels good as she thrusts her finger in and out. I guess this is how it’s done. I feel her 2nd finger pop in. I let out a long, soft sigh. I feel ashamed. I feel her hand reach out and gently rake her nails down my chest, pinching my nipple. I can’t help but raise my hips, letting her get deeper and deeper. She forces in a 3rd finger. It hurts, but feels great at the same time. I feel like waves of heaven rise from deep in bowels, up through my groin, and to the top of my cock. Like waves from below the Earth to up a steel tower. I look down to see her long, golden hair spread over my black thighs. Her tongue licks my cock, and I drop down into another groan. I never knew anything could feel this good in all my life.

She sucks hard, popping her lips off the head. Making my voice go up a few octanes. She smiles cockily, pulling her fingers out of me. She then stands up, bending over me, kissing my chest. I smell her hair. It’s so thick, so strong with feminine soft scent, apples and seawater.

“Scoot up…” she whispers. My socked feet push down against the bed, inching me up into the center of her huge bed. She rips my socks off, throwing them behind her upside the white walls. She yanks her fluffy bedspread back, revealing soft, lacy sheets.

“Get under the covers…” she gasps, her body emanates heat and humidity. Her cock proudly stands outward and upward, huge veins in it, and streams of liquid running down it. I’m naked now, and I reach out to stroke her cock two or three quick times before getting under the blanket. My hand is wet and sticky. I just wanted to see how it felt. She hurries underneath with me, grabbing a pillow and shuffling it under my hips.

“What are you d-”

“Shhh…”

She is above me, her hands on either side of me. It’s HOT under this spread. I feel the bottom of her shaft sitting on my stomach. I see in the mirror her long blonde hair. Her back disappears under the spread, her perfect butt between the two white mountains, which are my knees open and spread. I don’t think this is how it’s supposed to be. I get a feeling that this is…backwards? But……but…..hell, I don’t know. I want her. I want her to be my first. However she wishes. And she does. Her way. As the bull. As the stud. She’s the stag. And I’m the doe. And I’m okay with it.

She kisses me deeply. Hard. Her tongue exploring my mouth with love, lust, and passion.

She looks down. All around me is white lace and golden, silk hair full of sheen and sweet smell. I feel her move her body, sliding her cock forward. I feel her cockhead press against my door. I feel the pillow under my hips angling my ass upward.

“Ready?”

I heave deeply, looking at her back in the mirror. She holds my thighs open. Looking down, holding her cockhead hard against my slick and lotion-filled anus.

I take a deep breath. I’m afraid. But I’m more excited than afraid. And I’m more curious than all of those. “Okay.”

She kisses me deep and hard one more time, and whispers “relax”.

She starts pushing. As the pressure begins building up painfully, I kept remembering the size of her… “womanhood”? I start regretting this. Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed. Maybe we better stop.

“Wait, wait, let-”

“Shhhh…. almost there…”

I start feeling my outer ring stretch painfully around her steel hard girth. Her cockhead feels like a hard rubber stopper, that keeps spilling dishwashing liquid. Johanna looked totally focused. She pumped her hips forward, thrusting her giant woman penis up my ass like a pink battering ram.

I didn’t know how it would feel. Seeing is one thing. But feeling is another. A inch may not seem like much. But when you got it forcing mega girth up your colon, it’s ALOT bigger than your eyes would tell you.

I screamed. Not too loud. But still… loud. My body jolted and I barked a squeal louder than I wanted.

It hurt. Alot.

She kisses me again, looking down at me. Her long bangs and sheets of golden, glistening hair make everything in my vision dark, even though the room is dimly lit. All I can sense is her breath and make out her face above me. My ass feels like it’s stretched around a giant cork.

“You okay, David…?”

“….ugh…h….Yeah. It’s nothing.”
I try to look tough for her. I feel her cockhead pull and stretch at me as she slowly rears her hips back. In the mirror, I can see her back flex and her ass move under the spread. My own knees move and quiver. But I suddenly stop moving. Moving makes it hurt more. She holds her cock steady and starts pushing inward again.

“Unnnnnnn………” I try to silence. I feel my outer ring widen. I feel every vein. I feel every tiny detail of her shaft. I feel her foreskin’s fold mash against the tight seal, before slipping in loudly with a *spllkk!*. I feel the huge rubber ball of a head journeying deeper up my insides.
I lay completely still, just heaving silently. I’m TRYING to look tough, as if getting penetrated by a girl for my first time is a piece of cake. But it’s not. Damn, this…is not easy. It hurts, but feels good too. I feel full, stretched out. My outer ring is a glowing storm of pain and tightness. My inner colon cries, but screams in satisfaction of good feeling. I swear, she’s all the way in. She lets go of her groin and leans completely over me, both her hands now on either side of me. Finally… she’s all the way inside.

“I just got the head in. I’m going to start going in all the way now… or should I stop?”

I wanna make her happy. I don’t want her to know she hurts like hell. “You’re perfect.”
She leans her head down, kissing me hard, pushing her lips so hard into me that my head pushes down into the pillow. And I relish the taste of her lips. The movement in my anus makes me grunt loudly from the tightness. But I sigh lustfully on purpose. I’m trying to cover for it and make her think I’m enthralled in her kiss.

“Spread your thighs wider. Raise your hips….”

I groan painfully, spreading wider for her while her hips started back and forth. A slow, sinking pistoning deeper that makes my entire colon glow in a mix of pain and pleasure. It certainly had a slow, sharp, aching pain. But as her pipe rubs and crushes my prostate, I close my eyes and am lost in a rolling fog of senses. The deeper she goes, the slower she goes. As I stretch looser, and get used to her girth, the pain begins to fall away and be overrun by sexual satisfaction. The thrum of pleasure from inside my colon and up into my taint, testes and penis is like a raging volcano of pleasure. She pulls back and the pink flared head of her cock catches against my ring, stretching it out just a bare few millimeters. Her room fills with my loud, long sigh.

Damn. My head rolled back into the pillow, my arms against the bed, my hands on the pillow. Back was arched. Like a innocent virgin being taken by her prince. I open my eyes, hoping it wasn’t as loud as I knew it was. I see her smiling down at me, her soft, feminine face blushing bright red. Her face glistens with sweat, and her breasts are bulging and perky plump.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Let me know if I’m making you feel good….ughhhhh…you are making me feel SOOOO good… shhhiiitt…OOPS!”

I smile at her embarrassment. I can’t help but find her not trying to cuss funny. It’s the first time I’ve heard her cuss at all. She smiles down at me, I feel her pink head slowly driving up into me again. I fight not to groan loudly like a whore.

“You liked that, you bastard?” she giggles down at me, smoothly driving her bullness upwards in my deepest parts. I bite my bottom lip, fighting not to groan and writhe on the bed like a girl.

Johanna bites her lip and closes her eyes, face upward at the wall. Her cock works in and out of my stretched milking hole. I struggle to look in the mirror, seeing the back of her blonde head. Her toned, freckled back, and the sheets of thick blonde hair splayed all over her back and the bed. I see her ass rise between the white mountains that are my knees, then sink down flat. Up slowly, then downward very slow and steadily. I look up to make sure she’s not looking down, and her eyes are closed. I use the opportunity to open my mouth wide and lay back in the pillow, rolling and lolling, heaving deep, and getting lost in every time her shaft drills deep. She gets deeper and deeper with each thrust. I don’t want her to see me grabbing my own hair and wanting to scream in passion.

My cock is half mast, partly limp. But even soft, it is being overloaded with pleasure. I feel like I want to cum, I want to explode. I feel like I’m being flooded with yellow fog that is pleasure in it’s purest form. My groin is completely drenched in precum that’s being milked out by her 11+ inches squeezing at my prostate. It’s straight pole shape with the very slight upward angle makes me want to cum, cry, sigh, scream and just explode. If I had my way, I think I’d just drive my head back into the pillow and scream “OH YES” like a bitch.

She slams her hips forward. Her cockhead crashes it’s way into unknown depths.

“UUUUNNNNHHHHHH, JOHANNA…..” bursts out of my mouth. One side of my mind hates myself. The other side doesn’t care anymore. I feel her massive, hot balls flap and lay against my naked buttocks. They’re so big. So hot. I can feel them move up and down by themselves. When I squeeze to hold my pee, my balls do nothing. But when I feel her shaft rise and drop inside, as she squeezes her kegel, her balls raise up with the muscle, then drop back down when she let’s go. She groans loudly in response. “Yessss, David. Yesssss…. you’re mine….you’re mine….. UNNHHH… HANH…HANH….DAVID??!!!…DAVID?!!…OH!!….”

“Yuh…yeaaahhhhhhhhhhuuuunnnn……?”

“I’m gonna spill…. Please, please, please can I spill my seed in you? OHH!!!! RNN!!”

I open my eyes to see her eyes staring upward at the ceiling. Drool runs down her chin, as her mouth is gaped open in desperate gasps. Her drool spills off her chin and onto my cheek, spraying little driplets across my flat nose bridge and on my upper lip. Another drop falls and ka-splats! on my bottom lip. I’m so lost in my passion for her that I lick the drop off and swallow it. I savor the very flavor of her. Her breasts heave up and down fast and hard. Her red eyebrows arch up as if she’s in pain. Like someone struggling with all their might to hold something in. Her head is thrown back. I remember when I masturbate, I spill almost a teaspoon full of clearish-white cream. Sometimes a whole teaspoonful if it’s been awhile. I know sperm makes babies in women, but… what will happen if a woman pumps her sperm inside a man? Maybe I should’ve read more books. I don’t know…

“DAVID!???!! DAVID???!! IT’S COMING!! TELL ME NOW!”

“Spill inside me… I want you, Johanna!”

“I’MMA BREED YOU, DAVID!!! DAVIIIIiAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

She raised upward on her knees, gripping my hips. Her fingernails dug into my skin, stabbing and pinching me, leaving long red welts in my dark skin. She started ruthlessly slamming me like a dog, her balls loudly clapping against my ass. Her movements became jerky and furious. It started hurting ALOT. And felt insanely good too. I felt like my outer ring was going to tear, and my insides were being beaten and bruised. I couldn’t take anymore. I relaxed and let go, laying back, hands up on her breasts, my own chest up in the air, back fully arched up. I screamed a long, hard, throat tearing grunt, as my half-limp cock exploded with pleasure. Pools of clearish-white sperm spill and drip out of my cockhead as I feel bombed into oblivion by orgasm.

“I can feel your prostate!!!!” she screamed, as her head threw back and she clenched her teeth. My entire insides begin to rapidly become hot and wet. I felt full and like I needed to go to the bathroom bad, as if I had the runs. And the fullness and urge just kept increasing the longer she kept crushing me with her thrusts.

“Mother Fucker….” she sighed hard, groaning hard as if in pain. She fell on top of me, still thrusting in me, but now slow and gentle, while kissing me deeply. Her breasts pressed against my chest. She was still deep, her cock still pulsing up and down as she kept trying to push out more, her balls still going up and down against me every so often. I knew she was still spilling her seed in me. She would “GUH!” and “Ohhhhh….” while kissing me. She was slick with sweat, and under the spread was wet and damp. We were naked, and her on top of me.

She gripped me in a hard, tight hug, and began raining kisses across my face. The feeling of something big and heavy being squeezed out my colon ended with my outer ring stretching wide and making me jerk in a tiny orgasm spasm. I felt her head pop out, painfully, making me wince hard. She looked in the mirror and pulled the covers back, letting me see my naked black body laying on my back in her bed, my ass propped on a pillow. Her cock looked slick and slimy with white frosting all over it, as if someone blew their nose all over her shaft. I looked down, seeing my tiny black anus. She grinned in the mirror, then pushed her two fingers against my hole.

“STOP!!”

“You’re a perverted dweeb.” she teases, popping a finger deep inside.

“STOP! YOU’LL MAKE ME GO!”

I couldn’t hold it any longer. Her finger gave my colon a mind of it’s own. I felt like I was going to go on myself in this white bed. Humiliation beyond anything I ever imagined.

My body took over, and I felt like I was going as if I had diarrhea. In the mirror, my loose wet anus pushed outward, letting loose a jetting forth watergun stream of pure, white cream. One stream. Another stream. Another. Each shooting and arcing into the air like a waterfountain. Then after the third, a long and constant slow sloppy avalanche. The stark white contrasted against my dark ass, slowly running out of me like a waterfall. And it just kept coming. And coming. And coming. I feel like I’m going on myself with the runs, but mirror shows it’s all pure, hot semen. Everything under my ass becomes cold, sticky and wet. Even after I tried to hold it, it kept spilling out. Some of it was pink. But 80% was pure white. She leaned down, looking in the mirror, and slurped the pool of cum off my groin as if slurping up a waterspill. She loudly swallowed, then opened her mouth in the mirror, to show me she swallowed it. She mouthed my cock, slobbing the wetness off. I groan and heave, the oversensitivity is torture. She swallows again, then turns to me, opening wide.

“I swallowed your seed, Mr. Freed.” she flirtfully teases. She then scoops two fingers between my buttcheeks, a huge dollop of white spilling off them on my belly, leaving white-clear spots.

“What are you doing?”

“I swallowed yours, now you got to swallow MINE. It’s only fair.”

“Ughhh….okay…”

I mean, it’s a girl’s sperm, so it’s not weird. Right? I open my mouth quivering, and she shoves them deep almost to my throat. I gag and cough, swallowing the salty syrup down. The cough makes a fresh, new and hot stream of pink cum bubble out my ass. Why is it pink?! I mean, I am…SORE in there. Maybe girls cum pink a little? I’ve never cum anything but clear with some white.

She swabs her fingers up my anus, making me grunt down and pump out a new avalanche of pinkish white goo. She avoids the pink and only dips her fingers in the pure white, swabbing it up and shoving it down my mouth again. It’s like super salty syrup.

“Okay, that’s enou-MFFFFF!!!” she got another dollop of pure white in me. She lays next to me, wiping her saliva and sperm stained fingers on my bare chest, leaving clear streaks. She kisses my cheek. “You’re mine now. You belong to me.”

I feel weird. I slowly lay my legs flat, wincing even more now at the stretching she put me through. I don’t want to move, because I’m sore.

“So… we’re girlfriend and boyfriend now. Steady.” she smiles, matter-of-factly.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” I quickly get out, trying to think. My ass is so sore. And WET. I feel SOOO sleepy. It’s late. I’ve had little sleep since 4:30 this morning. But above all, that was the hardest orgasm I ever had in my life. I feel like I shot half my energy out plus my cum. She gently rubs my chest, her white hand aggressively feeling every inch of my skin. She cuddles up next to me, her damp hair in my neck. It’s cold and wet. Chilling. Her body heat feels good. She jerks the bedspread up over us both and cuddles closer. I feel her limp 9 inches laying on my leg. Shrunk from it’s hard 12.

“I ♥love♥ you, David Freed.”

“I ♥love♥ you too, Johanna Thane.”

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