My Desert Odyssey copyright 2005 by Stormbringer Revised 2008 Part 1: The Cyclops Before I married my husband Phil, I used to drive four hours through the hot Nevada desert to be with him on weekends. We were both 19 and had been dating for two years. He had moved from Arizona to a small suburb of Las Vegas named Henderson. His Uncle had offered him a better paying job then he could ever get in our small town. I was living at home with my parents and planned to move out when Phil and I got married in a years time. Phil had taken my virginity after a couple of dates and we had developed an active sex life. He was a great lover though he was not very experimental. The hot wind whipped through my blonde hair as I drove my Mazda towards Las Vegas. Every time I made this trip it got duller and duller. The only saving grace was the fucking I would get after the four hour drive was over. Then it was four hours back to Arizona on Sunday evening, only to do it all over again. One benefit of the boring drive was that I got to work on my tan as I drove the convertible through the desert. I would strip to my bikini as soon as I left my home town. There was a two hour stretch of road off the main thoroughfare to Vegas that was so empty of traffic, I wouldn't see another car for over an hour. Once there I would remove my top and hike up my bikini bottoms so that I was practically naked. Phil loved my overall tan and the only white marks I had were on my ass and two straps down the side. Today however, it was cloudy and I had kept my white blouse on over my bikini top. The blouse was soaked with perspiration and clung to my body. My tight white shorts were also soaked and you could see my bikini through my clothes. About half-way through my trip, my car started losing gas rapidly. Luckily I was near a small town that I occasionally stopped in to eat at a diner there. I knew that just outside of town there was a run down old gas station. Luckily, just as my car ran out of gas, I was able to coast into the gas station. The place was falling apart and there was an old man in a rocking chair sitting on the porch. An equally old mutt lay at his feet. The faded paint on the sign read: Johnson's Auto. I got out of my car and the old man's jaw just about hit the floor when he saw my outfit. He smiled revealing a missing front tooth and he openly ogled my body. He must have been about 70. "What can I do for you missy," he rasped. I explained my problem and he said he'd have a look at it. I asked him where his bathroom was and excused myself. The bathroom looked like it hadn't been cleaned in fifty years. Careful not to touch anything, I freshened up over the sink. Looking in the mirror, I could see what had caused the old man so much excitement. When Phil had first seen my naked body, he had freaked and ejaculated before even touching me. He said I looked just like a porn star named Jenna Jamison. I had never seen her, and it took a couple tries before Phil was able to contain himself enough to take my virginity. My breasts were large and had gotten a lot of attention in high school. I had full hips, lean legs, a flat belly, and a tight ass. Phil called me his wet dream. I was shy around the boys and wasn't much of a flirt so it was rare for me to show off so much of my body to a stranger. I had observed all the other girls in school using their bodies to get what they wanted from men, and looking at my nearly naked body in the mirror gave me an idea. Phil and I didn't have a lot of money back then, so I decided that maybe, if I showed off a little of my body to old man Johnson he'd fix my car for free. I removed my bikini top and unbuttoned my blouse a couple more buttons. You could then see the outline of my big red nipples through my top. I walked back outside. Mr. Johnson was back in the rocking chair. The hood on my car was open and it been pushed around to the side. I asked him if he could fix it. "Sure I could," he replied still rocking. "Ok," I said, "would you fix it?" "I would," he replied. "If I had the right part." Exasperated, I asked what he meant. Johnson told me that in order to fix my car, he would have to ride back to Arizona, get the part, return, and then spend about two hours doing repairs and he didn't work at night. I was stuck. Johnson asked me to follow him inside where it was cooler. Once inside, the air-conditioner made my nipples become erect and strain at my blouse. The mutt laid down by the door. The old man stared at my breasts the whole time we talked. I asked him what it would cost me to fix the car and when he told me, how much. I started to cry. Sobbing, I explained, about my fiancé, and how we didn't have any money. I put my head in my hands. I hoped he was buying into my act. When I looked up, I found myself staring at the biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life. The old man had unbuttoned the flaps of his coveralls and had stroked his large cock to full erection. The one-eyed monster had a large wart on the underside near his balls and another just above it on the top. It was strangely beautiful and hideously ugly at the same time. The thing must have been over 10" long and twice as thick as my boyfriends. "Look bitch," he said. "This old cock ain't been hard for ten years till it saw you walk out of that car, big titties flopping like one of those girls in them beer commercials." "You treat it well and I'll go get the part for you." I angrily shook my head and headed for the door. The old man whistled causing the mutt to jump to his feet and start growling at me. The hair on its back was standing up as it barked at me. Frightened, I backed up a step towards the couch. Old man Johnson pushed be back down and stuck his cock in my face again. The dog settled down near the door but kept watching me. "Listen up, all you have to do is suck it for me and I'll fix your car for free." he said. His cock swayed hypnotically in front of me. I realized the fear had turned me on and I was as wet as I'd ever been. I still didn't want anything to do with this old disgusting man but, the combination excitement and not paying for the repair swayed me. I tentatively touched the big head with my tongue, and licked around the tip. I then took all the head in my mouth and started to blow him. He threw his head back and moaned, muttering something about it being such a long time since he'd had a blow job. He grabbed the back of my head and forced me to deep throat him. My lips made it all the way to the big warts until I started to gag. He took his hands back off and let me go at my own pace. After a while, I realized I was enjoying it. Phil wasn't into blow jobs and I didn't think I was very good at them, since he never asked me to give him one after the first couple of times. However, this old man was reacting like it was the greatest thing in the world and I was proud of myself for giving him such pleasure. I opened my blouse and stuck his cock between my big breasts, putting the head back in my mouth. The intense titty fucking caused him to blow his load after a few minutes. His semen blasted into the back of my mouth, then quickly filled my mouth leaking out the sides and down my chin. There was so much, I removed my mouth to swallow and received another load in my face and then another all over my breasts. I rubbed his huge cock all over my breasts and licked up some of the semen. "Gawd damn-it, that was good," he said. "Sorry about the mess, but that was ten years worth of semen you just got." He told me he was going to leave to get my part now and would be back in a couple hours. The old man said he'd fix my car in the morning and that if I stayed with him that night, he'd teach me about the magic warts on his cock. He then drove off in a truck as old as he was and I sat down and cried. After cleaning myself up in the bathroom, I put my bikini top back on and headed down to the diner for some food. The only car there was a big Cadillac that belonged to two black guys sitting in a booth. They checked me out as I sat down. After ordering, I sat back to think over the days events. I was ashamed of myself for giving the old man a blow job and I was horrified to think that I had actually gotten into it. Was I a slut? Was I some kind of exhibitionist? I couldn't get the thought of that big dick swaying in my face, out of my mind. That old man had lasted twenty minutes. What had he been capable of in his twenties. I didn't want to fuck him. Did I? He was old, dirty, disgusting, and there was no way I could take that one-eyed monster in my pussy. What did he mean when he said magic warts? Then I noticed something strange. There was an itch deep inside my vagina. It was not a physical itch but a mental one. It was at a depth that only a really big cock could reach. Deep down inside my brain, my subconscious was telling me I wanted to get fucked by a giant monster cock. The waitress interrupted my train of thoughts with my order. She noticed how distressed I looked and asked if anything was wrong. I told her all about my car breaking down and how worried my fiancé would be about me. She said she was sorry and returned to work. "Excuse me miss," I looked up to see one of the black guys had come over to the table. "May I sit down," he asked? I nodded and he introduced himself as James. James told me that he and his buddy Ryan had overheard my conversation with the waitress and could take me as far as the fork to Vegas if I wanted a lift. I looked them over, they were both big beefy football player types, but they were well dressed, polite, and seemed like nice guys. I told him I would let him know before they left. He returned to his table and I finished eating. I knew that if I stayed, I would give in to the itch and fuck old man Johnson. I had done too much already, and didn't want to cheat on my boyfriend. I told James I would appreciate the ride and asked if he would pick me up at the gas station. I called Phil from the pay phone. He wasn't home so I left a message. I told him my situation and asked him to meet me at the intersection where James was going to drop me off. There was a budget hotel there and if he got us a room, I'd wake him up when I got there. I returned to my car, got my things, and left a note for Mr. Johnson. In the office I noticed semen stains all over the floor and couch and I caught myself licking my lips. James and Ryan pulled up a few minutes later, and I noticed their luggage was in the front seat, so i had to ride in back with Ryan. I got in and we sped off. Part 2: The Lotus Eaters We had been driving for ten minutes away from the town where I'd left my car and old man Johnson's ten inch cock behind. James and Ryan were nice, likable guys, funny, attractive, and charming. After driving for awhile, Ryan reached over and put his hand on my knee. I reached down and removed it and politely reminded him that I was engaged and on my way to meet my fiancé. "Sorry," he apologized "I just couldn't resist it. I've never sat next to such a beautiful woman." James looked in the rear view mirror and I saw a glance pass between the two black men. The thought that they could easily strand me in the desert worried me. I reminded myself that I was not going to cheat on Phil, though the itch deep within my vagina still craved sex. James reached under the dash and pulled out a joint. James lit the joint and took a deep breath. He then passed it back to Ryan. Ryan inhaled, held it in for a few seconds, then blew it in my face. "Woops, sorry about that," he said. Ryan passed me the joint, but I waved him away and said I didn't do drugs. The Cadillac was rapidly filling with smoke. They passed the joint back and forth until it was gone. Each time they both seemed to blow the smoke towards me. I tried to roll the window down to get some fresh air but it was an automatic and wouldn't budge. I asked James to do it from up front but he told it was broken. He said he'd crack the front window a bit to bring in some air, but he didn't want to waste the air conditioning. After a few minutes, I started to find everything they said really funny. We had been in the car a half hour at that point and I hadn't realized what a riot these two were. James lit another joint and passed it back to Ryan. They were taking small puffs this time. Ryan would hold it in and bulge his cheeks out and cross his eyes. When I laughed at him he laughed too, once again blowing the smoke in my face. "You sure you don't want to try it," Ryan asked. "Now is your chance, and nobody will ever have to know." I gave in and took a hit. He instructed me to take as much into my lungs as possible and to hold it, then blow out slowly. We passed the joint around till it was gone. Each time I took a big hit they would take little ones and pass it back. Ryan passed it to me, I passed it to James, James passed it to me, I passed it to Ryan, and so on. It wasn't till much later that I realized I had taken two hits for every one of theirs. Ryan put his hand back on my knee. I figured there was no harm in it and I let him keep it there. I asked them what they were planning on doing in Vegas. James said that they hoped to get jobs as show-guys, as muscular black men were in big demand. "What if you can't find jobs right away," I asked. "Well we also work as male strippers," he replied. Ryan was sliding his hand up and down my leg at this point. I felt so alive at that moment. Every nerve in my leg was reacting to his touch. It felt so good. "You're lying," I told him. "No, I'm serious," said James. "We'll rake in a couple hundred bucks a night doing stage shows and more then that doing private dances. There's a lot of money in the business. Girl, with a body like yours, you could make a fortune as a stripper." The thought of dancing in front of a bunch of strangers, excited me incredibly. My nipples got erect and I could feel wetness running out from my vagina. The itch got worse. Was it true what they said about black men, I wondered? "I'd like to see you guys perform sometime," I told them. "Why not now?" James said, and he pulled over. The sun was setting and the desert was cooling off fast. I asked Ryan and James what they were doing, and they told me they would give me a taste of their act. They told me to face away from the car as they changed into their things in the trunk, and they'd tell me when to look. "Ready," they yelled, after a few minutes. I turned around and couldn't believe my eyes. James was dressed like an African witch doctor. He had a big clip on bone in his nose, a feathered headdress, straw skirt, and a claw necklace rested on his muscular chest. Ryan was dressed as some kind of Masai or Zulu warrior. He was wearing only a leopard-skin loin cloth, and carrying a oval wooden shield and a long two-part spear that he was screwing together. His chest and face was covered in war paint. They told me to stand by the car. James got up on the hood and Ryan the trunk. They set a boom box on the roof and hit play. Tribal music blared from the speakers and they began to dance. They jumped around to the beat, moving their arms and legs in unison. I clapped with delight as they both did a back-flip from the car to the street. They climbed back up and began removing their costumes. As they stripped, I gazed in awe at the two perfect bodies that slowly revealed themselves to me. When the music stopped, James ripped of his grass skirt and Ryan his loin-cloth revealing two immense bulges barely contained by tight g-string pouches. The next song was more seductive and they swayed to the rhythm, thrusting out their crotches to the beat. Sweat ran down their beautiful ebony bodies, making them look like well-oiled body builders. As the song continued, they ripped off their underwear, revealing two thick, long penises hanging down about six inches. They finished their dance completely naked and jumped down to me. I applauded and told them how impressed I was with their act and other endowments. They then asked if I would do a show for them. I thought it over and told them to turn around. I went to my bags, and took out a short blue mini-skirt. I removed my shorts, put the skirt on, and tied my white blouse through the top baring my belly. I picked up James' skirt and headdress to use as pom poms, completing my cheerleader look. I hit play on the boom box and they turned around, their mouths falling open with amusement when they saw my outfit. I noticed they hadn't bothered getting dressed and were still buck naked, their large penises dangling before them. I started to dance, first I did some high school cheerleading routines, and then I started to get into the beat. I threw the pom pom's away and I started slowly unbuttoning my blouse. I threw that over James's head which he quickly snatched away. Their mouths were open as they stared at my big tits contained by my small bikini top. I turned away and bent down, lifting my skirt to show off my g-stringed ass. I then spun around and untied my top, covering my breasts with my arms. "Show your tits, show your tits," they started chanting. I slowly uncovered my breasts revealing them to two strange black guys I had known less then two hours. Their large cocks were rising slowly to half-mast. I bent over and slid my bikini bottoms off under my skirt. When I had started dancing I had planned on stripping down to my bikini only. Now I figured I would keep the skirt on and then quit. I flipped up the skirt, giving them a quick beaver shot, and then I raised my nipples up to my mouth and slowly licked around first the left then the right. Then the music stopped. Their cocks were fully erect now sticking out before them. James' was about nine inches and Ryan's was about eight, but incredibly thick. They were both beautiful compared to Johnsons' warty cock. The itch was screaming for me to put something in my pussy, but I ignored it and jumped down. "I'm glad to see you boys enjoyed my show," I said, "but, we should be going." As I bent over to pick up my bikini top, I felt James grab my ass and he quickly stuck his finger deep inside my vagina. God, it felt so good. "James, please stop," I moaned. "I can't do this, I'm engaged." He removed his finger as I turned around to face him. Suddenly, Ryan grabbed me from behind. He quickly used the witch-doctor necklace to tie my hands to the center of the spear. Ryan raised the spear up over his head, so that my hands were held high over my head, forcing me to arch my back and thrust out my breasts. James ran is hands over my body, lingering on my breasts. He leaned over and teased my nipples with his teeth. I was tingling all over. Never had I been so turned on in my life. James kneeled down and removed my skirt, leaving me completely naked. His long tongue licked out and tasted my wetness. I sighed and shivered in the cold night air. He spread my legs apart, and began probing me with his tongue. "Oh, oh, yes," I moaned. "my b-oyfriend n-ever does t-his. "White boys, don't know how to treat a lady," Ryan whispered in my ear. I put my legs over James' back, so that I was hanging from the spear in Ryan's hands. I began thrusting my pussy into James' face, wanting his tongue deeper. "Oh fuck, I'm coming," I screamed, hearing it echo through the desert. My orgasm was immense, being intensified by the pot. I came all over James' face. James wiped his face, and stood up grinning evilly. Ryan then hauled me backwards by the spear an threw me on my back over the trunk of the car. They knew at this point, that I'd let them do whatever they wanted ,but must have enjoyed having a buxom white girl tied up and at their mercy. Ryan still held the spear leaving me spread eagled for James' pleasure. James lifted my legs and pulled me to the edge of the car. He slowly inserted the head of his huge cock and started doing little thrusts, penetrating deeper with each one. When he buried it to the hilt, I was disappointed that it still fell short of my itch by about an inch. Even so, I moaned as another orgasm over took my body. All thoughts of my fiancé were gone as James' began giving me the fucking of my life. After he filled my pussy with his cum, Ryan took his place. Ryan's thick cock stretched me out like never before, and I lost count of the orgasms they gave me. After Ryan gave my pussy another cum drenching, they untied me and we got dressed. As we continued driving, I gave both guys blow-jobs in the back seat, while the other drove. Ryan and James asked if I go with them to Vegas. They said people would pay a lot of money to see two black guys fuck a white girl like me. I strongly considered it. I saw Phil's black Trans-am at the motel when they dropped me off. I leaned over and French kissed both black men and I thanked them for the wonderful ride they had given me. They told me to look them up if I ever made it to Vegas and sped off. The manager had seen the black men and asked me if I was alright. I told him I was fine. I knocked on Phil's motel room door but, there was no answer. I told the manager I was with the driver of the black Trans-am and asked if he'd let me in. He gave me a funny look, but he the shrugged and unlocked the door with his master key. Phil wasn't in the room, and I figured he must have been drinking at the lounge. I stripped off all my clothes and collapsed on the bed. I should have cleaned myself up first as I stank from all the sweat and my legs were caked with Ryan and James' semen, but the combination pot and the long day put me right to sleep. I awoke some time later to the light being turned on. Keeping my head turned into the pillow, away from the light, I told Phil to turn it back off. I heard him rummage through his suit case, and Phil slowly pulled back the covers and climbed into bed with me. Part 3: Circe I felt Phil climb into bed with me. It had been a long day for me. During the last 24 hours, I'd been forced to suck on the giant cock of an ugly old man and fucked by two well-hung back strippers. I had found the room unlocked and Phil absent, probably at the bar. I was too exhausted to do anything but climb in bed and fall asleep. I was sleeping on my stomach when Phil returned to his room. I felt Phil put his hands on my waist and he pulled me up so that I was kneeling. I felt Phil's cock head start probing around my pussy. I knew he'd be horny having not seen me for a week and he certainly wasn't wasting any time. I'd been thinking about old man Johnson's huge cock all day and I'd been in a constant state of arousal. Phil's cock slid in quickly. Wow, he felt a lot thicker then normal. Quickly, the cock pushed its way past Phil's reliable six inch mark and I realized I was having a sexual encounter with a fourth hung stranger in a day. It was big, real big, about the size of James' black cock and as thick as Ryan's. It came close, real close to scratching the itch deep in my pussy, that deep down I knew only Johnson's cock could satisfy. The stranger was fucking me hard, using his cock's entire length. "Fuck me, fuck me with that big cock, Mister," I yelled. "I don't know who you are, but you sure can fuck." He just kept pumping hard. His cock was strangely unyielding. I'd never been fucked with a cock this big and hard. The thought of being fucked by a complete stranger with a super hard cock caused me to have a massive orgasm. The stranger pulled his cock out and after catching my breath, I rolled over. "What's the matter, don't you want to cum." I asked him? He reached over me and turned the light on. I almost fainted with shock. HE WAS A SHE! And a freaky she at that. Her hair was shaved except for a purple mohawk. Her nose was pierced, as was one of her nipples. The word BITCH was tattooed on her abdomen just below her belly button and just above a large strap-on dildo. It was the mid-eighties and punk rockers were not uncommon, but I had never seen anyone pierced outside of their ears. The thought of being fucked by some freaky lesbian had me shaking my head in denial. She laughed at my discomfort. She asked my name and told me hers was Circe and that she was in an all girl punk band called the Sirens that was meeting for a gig in Vegas. I felt sick to my stomach and tried to rise. Where do you think your going?" Circe demanded. "You cant leave until I'm done with you." I didn't answer and grabbed my clothes. She grabbed my arm, roughly, and I felt a sharp stinging pain on my ass. Circe had a short many tailed whip in her hand. I screamed in surprise and pain. "Aagh", she whipped me again. Circe ripped the clothes out of my arms and pushed me back onto the bed. "Listen slut, Your not leaving until you eat my pussy." Circe said gruffly. "No, no not that," I yelled as the whip smacked across my breasts and then my belly. I was crying now and begging her to stop. I nodded, sobbing when she asked me to suck her pussy again. She crawled up my body and positioned her pussy over my mouth. "Your going to eat me and eat me good bitch," said the punk rocker, as she lowered her pussy to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked around her clit and then began deep tonguing her. It had an aroma that I found not unpleasant. She began grinding her pussy into my mouth and moaning loudly. I felt the same strange sense of pride giving her pleasure that I did sucking old man Johnson's cock. I knew what I liked when James had gone down on me, so I began giving Circe the same. She moaned and climaxed in my mouth. During the next couple hours, Circe and I took turns fucking each other with her collection of dildos. At one point, she handcuffed me so that I was leaning over the motel table and fucked me again with another two-pronged dildo, the smaller penetrating my ass. Circe and I both orgasmed several more times and we must have been loud for the man in the next room banged on the wall and yelled for us to shut up. Before I left, I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. We stayed like that kissing for awhile before she pushed me to my knees and made me kiss her BITCH tattoo. Then without a word she closed the door in my face. I saw Phil's car in front of another building. What are the odds of two black trans-ams being in the same hotel on the same night. I couldn't let Phil see me like this, so I hopped the small fence to the hotel pool. I quickly stripped and jumped in. I tried my best to clean all of Ryan and James' dried sperm of my thighs and Circe's cum from around my mouth. I noticed welt marks on my breasts and abdomen and my ass hurt telling me I had more welts down there. How had I allowed myself to sink this low? I asked myself. I was sexually exhausted but the itch was still present deep within me indicating I still wanted more. I thought of good old boring Phil and wondered how I could be faithful to him after the adventures I'd had. I did love Phil with all my heart and I vowed never to cheat on him again. I broke my vow two days later. Epilogue: Return to the Cyclopes I knocked on Phil's hotel room door and he let me in. We hugged and held each other for a while. He was a nervous wreck from worrying about me. It was about 2:00 am at this point and I made up a story about missing my ride and finding another much later. I begged off sex that night and told him I'd make it up to him in the morning. The rest of the weekend went as normal. The exception being, that I tried to hide my body from Phil so that he wouldn't see my welts. He saw the ones on the front of my body on Sunday after they had faded somewhat and I told him that a bush had smacked me when I had gone to pee in the desert. Late Sunday afternoon, Phil drove me back to get my car. Old man Johnson was sitting just as I had first seen him, in the rocking chair, the old dog at his feet. I remained in Phil's car while he went to talk to the old man. I was nervous with fright. Would that nasty old fart tell my fiancé that I had sucked his big cock and that I had enjoyed letting him titty fuck me? As I watched, I saw Phil reach into his wallet and pull out three twenties. That old bastard, I thought, he promised me that fixing my car wouldn't cost anything if I blew him. The old man's eyes never left me as Phil led me over to my car. I got in and kissed Phil good-bye. Phil and I both sped off in opposite directions. The itch was really bad now, the worst it had been since I had first seen Johnson's wart covered cock. I drove for ten minutes before turning the car around. I pulled up to the run-down garage. The rocking chair was empty but, the mutt was still lying there. I walked up into the office, the mutt growled but moved aside to let me in. Johnson was sitting on the couch naked. The only thing that wasn't weathered and wrinkled was his nearly foot long cock jutting out before him. "I knew you'd come back," he cackled evilly. He watched as I slowly undressed for him. Stripping before this dirty old man was making me hot and wet. I was practically salivating as I thought about getting fucked by that big warty rod. I walked over to him and positioned my pussy lips over the head of his massive cock. I had a constant orgasm as I slowly lowered myself down his cock. I paused at ten inches, just above the warts. Here was the moment I had been craving all weekend, another inch and his cock would be buried to the hilt, finally taking care of my itch. I let gravity slam me down all the way onto his cock. His warts slid into me and I screamed as the biggest orgasm of my life then or ever coursed through my body in waves. His giant cock head was finally scratching my itch and the wart on the top of his dick was rubbing along my clit as rode him. He had called his warts magical and they truly were. We fucked in several positions and in each one his warts would stimulate me to orgasm after orgasm. Finally, after thirty minutes the old man deposited another big load deep inside my pussy triggering yet another orgasm. I moaned as he slowly removed his big cock and the sound of applause caused me to look up, startled. I saw a gorgeous hunk of a man standing before me. He was in his mid-thirties and was shirtless under a pair of dirty cover-alls. His arms and chest were rippled with muscles, but the biggest muscle of all was the giant warty cock jutting out twelve inches through his coveralls. "That's my grandson, Billy," said old man Johnson. "Certain endowments run in the family. Come fuck this uppity bitch, Billy." I watched in awe as Billy stripped off his clothes. I had wondered what Johnson had been capable of when he was younger and I was about to find out... Well, that's the end of my story. Every Friday and Sunday for a year I would stop at a certain garage on my way to see Phil. Billy would always be there waiting for me. The old man couldn't get an erection most of the time and contented himself to watching Billy and I. Phil and I got married and I made excuses to visit my parents a couple times a month. Sadly, the old man passed away after a couple years and Billy took over the garage. I see him whenever I can. I also got a good job in sales that sends me into the city every couple of weeks. On one trip I looked up Ryan and James. They were working a strippers at a posh club downtown. They talked me into getting on stage once and I performed with them. One time, an old pervert even paid us $500 each to watch us fuck in his hotel room. I ran into Circe once, ten years later, down by the pool at a hotel in Vegas. I was lying out in my string bikini, getting some sun with Ryan and James, when I heard them whistle softly. I looked up to see this beautiful young woman walk by wearing a two piece bathing suit. I barely recognized her but deep down I knew it was Circe. She had abandoned the punk look and had turned into a beautiful normal looking young woman. She didn't appear to recognize me and kept walking. Ryan said something about her body being so hot, that she should be wearing a bikini as small as mine. Her bottoms reached up to her navel and were the kind you wear to hide something, like stretch marks or perhaps an embarrassing reminder of your wilder younger days, such as a tattoo that said BITCH. The End Author's Note: Another one of my earliest stories and raw by my current standards. I believe inspiration for this story came from watching a mini-series on television based on Homer's The Odyssey. I was constantly brainstorming ideas and the thought of writing a sexual odyssey story appealed to me.