My Desert Odyssey
by Stormbringer

Part 1: The Cyclops
 
Before I married my husband Phil, I used to drive four hours through he
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 Vegas called 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 experimentive.


  The hot wind whipped through my blonde hair as I drove my Miata
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. Another benefit was 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 thru 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 mans 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 to him 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, use 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 ment. 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 fiance, 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 fiance 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 eatting. 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. 

Coming soon Part 2: The Lotus Eaters 


  
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