A blonde girl is sucking my dick.

What is happening? Who is this girl? And why... why is she sucking my dick?!
-My whole body shudders under the sudden jolt of pleasure-

"Aahh! ...Ouugghh... N-No, w-wait..." It's that strange voice again. It sounds definitely higher than mine, almost juvenile. And... it's coming from my own throat.

Not to mention, that dick this girl is swallowing so happily is definitely not my own. It looks too thick, and the shape is all wrong!

The girl suddenly smiles and changes position to suck on my balls while she keeps stroking my shaft. My whole body tenses up in response and I let out a long involuntary moan that sounds way too feminine. That seems to motivate the girl, whose tongue starts to play with both my balls still inside her mouth.

There is no way this is happening in real life. I'm obviously dreaming right now. However, I really don't want this dream to stop. It feels way too good! Crap, I don't think I've ever felt so good in my entire life! If there is a Heaven, having your dick completely covered in a sexy girl's drool while being sucked and stroked by that exact same girl has to be a staple of that high place.

I watch in amazement how the blonde girl spits both my balls and then goes back to swallowing my thick shaft.

In 39 years, I've never met a woman who wanted to do anything more than a polite handshake. And now, out of fucking nowhere, I wake up to see this young beauty sucking me off.
There is just no way I can holp up any longer.

I suddenly gasp and grab the blankets while I feel the greatest orgasm I've ever had building up in my crotch and exploding in all directions. I moan like an idiot and curl unto myself while my unfamiliar dick releases its charge directly into the girl's mouth. And she eagerly takes it all while still stroking the shaft and even draining the last drops directly from my engorged urethra.
I stare at her with an expression that must look very comical, because she lets out a giggle that I can barely hear because my fat dick is still inside her mouth.

After a few more moments, she carefully spits out my already cleaned penis and slowly opens her mouth, showing off the tiny pool of thick white cum she has accumulated. Then, she closes her mouth once again and gulps everything down in a way I can clearly see her throat moving up and down.
The following moment, she opens her mouth again and sticks out her tongue with a happy face. I have no words...

"Happy eighteenth birthday, Jake!" She says.

I frown. Jake? Why did she call me Jake?

But I don't have any time to think things out, because she immediately closes in and gives me a deep kiss.
And my brain just melts like jelly under the sun.
She hugs my neck and I hug her back. Our breaths clash against each other while our tongues twirl inside our mouths. It is so warm and wet, and sexy. This is the first time I've ever kissed a woman, and I'm loving every second of it. Even if it's just a dream, I don't think I will forget this moment for as long as I-

"Pfuah!" The girl pulls out, interrupting my thoughts. "Gosh, Jake, you almost ate my face there!"

"Sorry..." I say sheepishly while scratching my head; which, surprisingly, it has plenty of hair.
Not that that's the strangest sensation I'm getting right now. My whole body just feels quite... unfamiliar, as if everything is just slightly out of place.

"You've been acting weird during the last minutes." The girls says with a raised eyebrow. "Ever since you put on that pendant."

"Pendant?" I ask in that strange boyish voice. "What pendant?"

The girl simply points at my chest and I look down. I take a few extra seconds to notice what she is referring to, since I'm momentarily distracted by the abnormal size of my dick and the noticeable absence of the bubble gut I've been sporting for more than 2 decades. But then I see it: my purple quartz pendant.

"What do you mean 'since I put on'?" I say with a chuckle. "I've been wearing this pendant for 15 years."

The girl laughs at me.

"Yeah, sure. You think I didn't see you stealing this trinket from that fat drunkard in the alleyway?"

I freeze at her words. What she is saying makes no sense to me. But, at the same time, it feels way too familiar.
I take off the pendant from my neck and give it a thoughtful look, trying to make some sense of what the girl just said. But then my vision is drawn into these strange hands: both thin and soft with long fingers. These are definitely not my hands.

I look around this unfamiliar room I'm at. It is fairly large and well furnished, showing that the owners must be quite wealthy. I quickly notice a large standing mirror at the side of the bed, and I reposition myself over the bed so I'm directly facing it.

"Jake, are you okay?" The girl asks when she notices my alarmed expression.

But I don't answer. I can only keep staring at my own reflection, completely dumbfounded.

Is this really a dream?

This feels way too real for my comfort.