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.