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, 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?"
