Down By the River

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Heather flew a few hundred miles to see Barrett. They’d been young lovers, fucked like crazy until it flared out, then met up again a few times during college summers. They always had spectacular sex, but neither wanted to commit. Then she came for a weeklong visit when they were both twenty-four.

Heather ditched her current boyfriend to see Barrett. That was Heather’s thing. She would cheat and if the new lover seemed better, she’d move on with no regrets. For her, it was just practical.

The new lovers never gave a thought about the ones she left behind and neither did she.

The only lover she re-connected with time and again was Barrett. Heather knew he was a great fuck. He was a gorgeous man, had a slightly bigger cock than average, plus incredible stamina. Barrett could fuck her through at least seven mind- blowing orgasms before he filled her with a big hot load, at least twice a day.

For Barrett, Heather had always been the sex goddess of his dreams. She had rolling vaginal orgasms that sucked his cock like no other woman he’d fucked. Heather was elegant, gorgeous, slim, with perfect breasts and an ass to die for. She was also smart and hilarious. Barrett thought they seemed perfect together. Every other relationship he had was just a holding pattern, waiting for Heather’s return.

This time, after a week of non-stop fucking, Heather flew back to her fucked over boyfriend, loaded her car, and drove eight hours to Barrett.

She moved in. Heather and Barrett fucked like crazy for four months. They worked at miscellaneous jobs to pay the rent, but the main event was their intense sexual and spiritual attachment.

The two young lovers had talks about what to do next for their future as a couple, but it all seemed beside the point as soon as they started fooling around. The cosmic orgasms were all that mattered.

Practical plans seemed like something a long-term relationship might need, but at twenty-four, not a big deal. Especially not for Heather, who came from great wealth. She had interests and talents beyond sex, but money would never be a problem.

It wasn’t a problem for Barrett either. He’d never had much and he didn’t really care. Jobs fell his way. It was usually interesting work and he quickly picked up skills and knowledge. He lived simply and always in a beautiful spot.

Four months of bliss.

Until, suddenly, Barrett began cumming too soon. The intensity of the sex overwhelmed him so that he was cumming way before Heather reached her first climax. He tried to compensate with extra oral attention. She loved that, but not as much as being pounded to the several vaginal orgasms she expected from Barrett.

Barrett was worried. He knew that Heather never stayed with a man who didn’t satisfy. He could feel her eye roving. He was even warned by male friends that Heather was coming on to them.

She was a gorgeous seductive woman. It wouldn’t be long until she took a new lover.

Heather was also a complete size queen. She was only satisfied by his bigger than average cock because he had such staying power, was clever, and very handsome, but now her eye was looking for really big cock.

Barrett saw her flirting heavily at every party, watching her narrow down the field.

Barrett had no idea why he’d developed a hair trigger. It just seemed that sex with Heather had become so hot that he couldn’t hold back. That sweet tight pussy just drove him right over the edge.

The clock was ticking and Barrett needed advice.

Barrett was a popular guy. Funny, smart, canlı bahis şirketleri good-looking, he had a lot of friends in all walks of life. One friend was quite an oddball, not in Barrett’s mind, but for most people. Horatio was, as his name implied, Greek. His family traced itself back before time and he was steeped in arcane stories of mythical wonders.

Barrett drove the five hundred miles to visit Horatio at his small ranger cabin beside Oregon’s Umpqua. Stepping out of his modest cottage on the beautiful riverbank, Horatio greeted Barrett with a hug, a hearty laugh, and an intro to his beautiful wife, Althea.

“Barrett,” said Horatio as they sat alone on the riverbank smoking excellent hash, “I’m sorry to hear this story about a woman who I know you feel is your true love. She may be and she may truly love you. But, as you realize, her true love is blissful sex. That’s understandable, right?

So, I think there is a clear solution. She’s a size queen, correct? If you can’t sustain the stamina, there is a way to make your cock bigger than any she has had or ever will have.”

“Ok, Horatio. Tell me!”

“Well, you may not know, but your name, Barrett, comes out of Nordic myth as mine comes out of Greek. Barrett means strong, like a bear. Let’s restore that bestial might!

In my culture, Priapus, the divine offspring of Bacchus and Venus, had an enormous and always erect cock. He didn’t get laid much since the nymphs were terrified by his giant hard-on, but I’m guessing that if he’d met Heather, they would have been a perfect match.’

“Ha, yeah! That’s about right. So?”

“So, The Greek myths are not without instruction. My family has always studied and preserved the ancient stories and their lessons. I will solve your dilemma through a rite that honors the union of Bacchus and Venus, when they drank together, and fucked like the gods they were.

You will drink with Althea, for she is truly a reborn Venus. You will fuck. Her hot furnace will forge your cock into Priapic size- as she has done with mine, I assure you.

I predict that Heather will cum in ecstasy as soon as your huge dickhead splits her wet cunt. Her spasms will not ebb even as your hot seed flows out of her gaping pussy. She’ll need no other cock again.

You, on the other hand, may find that other women find you irresistible. What happens then is your decision. Can you resist constant temptation in order to satisfy Heather?”

“Horatio, I don’t know the answer. I only know that I need Heather. I’m not a big believer in myths, but somehow I believe you. How do we begin?”

“A very Greek answer, Barrett. There is no clear answer, indeed. Millennia of possibly magic changes have only myth to explain them. Let’s just accept what seems to be true. Follow me.’

Back in the cottage, Althea had set a wonderful dinner, served with many carafes of red wine. Leaning back on his cushions, Barrett watched as Horatio strolled out into the evening to smoke alone and Althea rose up like a true goddess dressed in a

robe of sheer white.

Both she and Barrett were in Bacchus’ arms, inebriated and swooning with lust. Althea danced toward Barrett as she slowly disrobed.

A goddess indeed, Althea’s naked breasts were perfect spheres tipped with inch long nipples. A foot before him, she let her robe fall to reveal her glistening bald pussy which she spread it open with both hands.

Barrett lay back on the cushions, offering his erect and throbbing cock held upright in his grip. Althea stood over his thighs, came canlı kaçak iddaa down on her knees and then lowered her dripping pussy onto his vertical shaft.

They both gasped at contact. She was dripping. He was slick with pre-cum. They swirled the open cunt lips and rigid hardon together in a short dance and then her luscious pussy lowered onto his bulbous head.

At the first male/female touch, Barrett’s cock grew. The tip swelled double in size as it wedged into Althea. He felt himself penetrating her with vertical growth alone, no thrusting. Like an engorged tentacle, his shaft surged up into her.

Althea’s cunt sucked him in, massaging the growing cock to ten inches in length and three inches thick.

She descended in gyrations until her clit was grinding on his pubes.

Barrett felt his cock molded in her wet furnace. It arched, throbbed, swelled, and then thrust demonically, relentlessly, as Althea came in rolling waves. Her writhing cunt sucked his giant phallus to a heavenly climax. Barrett met her every hump with savage thrusts until his hot cum surged up from his balls and jetted into Althea.

They both shouted in ecstasy and collapsed.

Barrett was semi-conscious as he felt Althea slip off his cock and leave him.

The next morning, Barrett found himself lying on a simple mat with blankets. Tea, a biscuit, and a note awaited him by the stove.

“Salutations, Brother!”, from Horatio’s note. “So happy to see you. Althea sends you off with love a renewal as well. Show Heather the strength of your Nordic Bear and all will be well.”

Barrett drove home the three hundred miles in three hours and got to his front door by ten in the morning.

He called out inside the front door. No answer. Too late. Just one night away and Heather had obviously found a new cock. Barrett lay down on the bed covers, propped against the pillows, and fell asleep.

Around one pm he felt a head of wet hair cradle against his shoulder.

“Heather!’ he woke up confused. “Are you ok? Why is your hair wet? Did you fall in the river?”

“Um, no Barrett. No rivers here. You’re not up in Oregon, babe. I just showered at David’s. I spent the night making love with him. I’m really tired, sweetie. Scoot over so I can sleep.”

Barrett came fully awake and held Heather away.

“No. I’m not doing that. I’m not going to do the Heather’s cuck boyfriend thing. You need to leave, now.”

“What!? ” said Heather in her cutest way, ” Come-on, let me climb in and get some sleep, baby, and we’ll talk later. I love you Barrett. I was just getting to know David, as a friend, ya know? Just making love, no big.” Ha, well kinda really big, actually, she thought to herself.

Barrett was so tempted, but he knew Heather too well. Michael was just the beginning of her search for the next good fuck. Maybe, slimy David was the next big one, but Barrett wasn’t interested in watching it happen.

“Sorry, Heather, it’s time for you to move on. Leave. I’ll put your stuff outside before noon tomorrow. and you can pick it up whenever, or not. Just leave. Now.’

Lots of tears until he finally got her out the door. Heather drove off, sad, but mostly outraged that a man would tell her to leave. That just didn’t happen to a sex goddess.

Barrett didn’t care where she went. The stuff he left outside was gone by the next afternoon. He caught a glimpse of David tossing stuff into his BMW. Classic Heather routine.

Two years passed. The gossip of Barrett’s unusual growth spurt spread as fast as a size queen’s legs. canlı kaçak bahis He’d met and fucked a dozen gorgeous babes plus just as many women who clearly admired his massive cock even as it scared them off.

That was fine with him since he was surprised at how many tight wet cunts could actually work him in. A few wanted him for a long-term relationship, even marriage, but the Heather experience warned him off that idea.

Besides, she was still in his mind. If she had not bailed before experiencing his change, maybe Horatio’s prediction of complete satisfaction would have kept her in Barrett’s arms. Wanting her back was his life’s rhythm by now.

Heather eventually heard the rumors. She dismissed them as pure fantasy. Obviously, those women didn’t know what a true stud cock looked like.

Now twenty-six, she’d had a full range from long, thick, to both. Some had the kind of stamina that Barrett somehow lost, but just enormous size itself was enough to get her off the way she liked. Plus the variety was delicious and the chase exciting.

But, still. Barrett. What a sweetie, even if he had the gall to toss her out. What happened with that hair trigger thing? And what are these stories she’s heard?

“All right”, she concluded, “I’m going to check him out one more time, just to know I made the right choice.”

Two and a half years after she left, Heather was knocking at that same screen door on Bartlett’s farmhouse porch.

‘Wow. Still romantic quaintsville. It does get a girl dreamy….and kinda wet.’

“Hold on a sec.” Bartlett’s voice drifted from the back kitchen. As he approached, ever barefoot, he could only see a silhouette backlit outside the screen. Didn’t matter, he knew that form by heart. It was the outline of his heart and soul. The perfume that blew in was the same wild rose.

He opened the door. Their eyes locked, connected by some timeless magnetism. The details of the past had no place between them and without a word they kissed. Kissed through the day, through the night, while their perfect primal sex washed over in orgasmic waves.

Not a word was spoken, just moans, gasps, and sweet nothings.

Finally, the two lay still, on their backs at dawn. Clothes and bedding were all over the place. They faced each other and laughed.

“Heather,…wow, I…I missed you, I ..” Barrett babbled a bit.

Heather giggled, “Yeah, wow is right! You’ve sort of, uhm, grown up a bit there, babe. I know I’ve bailed too many times just for my selfish reasons. But, this time, how is it possible? Forget the Best in Show search! I’m done. You’re completely the best. The best cock, the best lover, the best sweetheart, the smartest friend, the funniest, the most handsome man.

I’ve found you again, to stray no more, love of my life. I’m not promising, I’m writing it in stone for eternity.’

Bartlett had never heard such romantic lyricism from a woman who only loved if the sex was practical. She was talking herself into another orgasm and he gladly took her all the way by mounting her again. Her talk became raving as she felt his ten inches stretch her hungry cunt, stretch her so deep and perfectly.

With Bartlett’s growth she could easily achieve simultaneous clitoral, vaginal, g-spot, and cervical orgasms. Repeatedly.

Could he sustain such quality? Heather had no idea.

After a couple of years with no backing down, Heather was at peace with her commitment and also very happily pregnant.

Their marriage on the banks of the Umpqua was officiated by Horatio and Althena according to ancient Greek rites honoring Bacchus and Venus. Truly an epic bacchanalia with thirty or so naked guests.

At dawn, the four friends watched the sunrise and heard the faint call of Pan’s horn play over the sparkling river.

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