My Desert Odyssey Part 3 Circe
by Stormbringer 


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. Now I had
been sleeping on my stomach resting, 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 cockhead 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 Johnsons 10" cock
since I blew him earlier that day and since then I'd been in a constant
state of arousal. Phils 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
stranger in a day. It was big, real big, about the size of James black
cock and as thick as Ryans. 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. 

"Whats 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.  

=A0=A0I 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 Johnsons cock. I knew what I liked when James had went 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
mst 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=A0 dried sperm of my thighs and Circes 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 ole 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 Phils 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. =A0 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 fiance 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 mans 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 Johnsons 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 ten inch 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
nine 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 ten inches through his coveralls.
"Thats 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, thats 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 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. =A0They 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,=A0 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. 


  
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