By Aleq de Satyr
Prologue
My name is Octavia, Tavia for short. I am a 47 year old non-conformist Social Scientist. I was on my way home to Denver, Colorado, after attending a seminar in Santa Fe New Mexico, when I decided to stop over in Taos for a short rest. I am also a Feminist activist, sex enthusiast, educator, herbalist, and writer.
My face is austere, angular, slightly pock marked, but rather attractive with sensual lips. I have a firm, slender, well-toned almost mannish, but shapely body; curvy around the hips and ass. My medium-sized breasts are still buoyant. My thighs and legs look strong and I stand 5ft 7in tall. But the most attractive thing about me is my eyes: a slow burning brown flecked with amber. My complexion is honey-brown. My hair a mass of black tangles usually fastened haphazardly with a piece of orange yarn. I have the look that the Spanish call "Duende"--lots of spirit, lots of darkness; I always look like a woman who had just been fucked...Although it has been a while since I was last fucked.
A Journey Begins
A bill board in town announced a matinee performance of Magic by the itinerant Magician Janus. I was overwhelmed by the performance of Janus at the town hall. Aside from the sword swallowing and fire eating by his two women assistants, Janus's act was pure magic mixed with sorcery. But perhaps what affected me most was his appearance and that of his assistants. Janus's bare broad chest was covered with a mass of thick black curly hair and his tights prominently displayed his overly large cock in bold relief. I could not take my eyes off it. I was very much aroused and dripping juice. I really would love to be fucked, I decided. I kept my gaze on Janus's big bulge while we talked after the show. He smiled knowingly then squeezed my nipples.
"Come to my trailer tonight and I will show you some real magic" he said, with a chuckle. I was torn; I needed to be on my way home, but what the heck. My cunt was calling the shots.
His double-wide trailer/mobile home stood on a bluff overlooking a small Lake, miles away from the main trailer park...It was hidden behind juniper, yucca and sage trees ...Janus is a man with a penchant for seclusion and privacy...He claimed the entire area is consecrated ground...I can believe that. I got lost getting there
The clear, moonlit June night was full of stars and crickets and warm breeze...Inside the clean, well-organized trailer a mural of Iconic figures painted by Janus hung on a wall. The spacious den contained a low futon set in an alcove and strewn with lavender cushions...Four big colored candles glowed warmly inside the trailer, which was filled with the scent of incense, and felt like a temple, ablaze with sacred worship... Gypsy guitar music played in the background; a deep, rich erotic and spiritual cadence...The women assistants, seemingly in their twenties were clad in short, white muslin tunics that left their hairy cunts and breasts exposed, lounged on a sofa drinking wine.
Janus offered me a drink, a "potion" distilled from an alembic and a big, fat joint...I began to feel a delightful buzzing in my head...I felt like I was floating...We laughed and kissed and fondled...The girls giggled and tittered prompting Janus to send them to their cabin. I got the feeling that he fucks them. A solitary candle burns beside the futon...Janus lay sprawled before me, propped against the pillows, with a large gold medallion, an ornament depicting the sun, hung on a thick gold chain around his neck...He told me he was a Gypsy, 42 years old and had been a Magician for 15 years. And boy was he good looking!.
Between his strong muscular hairy brown thighs, a full, very large, thick 10 inch erection, laden with exotic promise. Oh my God, he was hung like a mule I thought; my cunt was already soaking wet, my thong very sticky with juice. I undressed quickly and crouched between his legs and began to suck his enormous cock. I sucked and sucked until he groaned with desire. I opened my hairy pussy lips wide, the folds meaty and drenched with juice: my large clitoris gleaming wet under the thick long shaft...
I rubbed Janus's steely cock against my wet, burgundy labia, steadily, interminably, smacking my lips, my throbbing clitoris swollen solid...Janus began to fuck me with gusto and a lusty intensity, my cunt strong and demanding, clamping on his super hard cock as he moved resolutely within me with forceful thrusts, submerged in my thick liquid core...I lay under him panting, moaning, thrusting my hips...My juices were so thick and creamy on his cock. My cunt was swollen, huge, it filled the room...He fucked me and fucked me; most exquisitely, passionately, revealing to me the Magic he'd promised earlier. I came and came in long shuddering spasms, letting out a strangled cry into the night, triggering a powerful release from Janus, flooding me with a geyser of cum. He rested quietly inside me, vaguely aware of the sound of drums, which seem far away...He fucked me again gently from behind until sleep overtook us...
The girls brought me some herbal tea in the morning, and then impudently began to stroke and suck my breasts and pussy, giggling all the while. Janus who was out jogging arrived just in time to stop them, and then proceeded to fuck me royally while the girls watched in amusement. After Janus and the girls left for a show, I took a nap but was awoken by Romus a friend of Janus' who had stopped by unannounced. We talked and laughed and traded jokes. He offered to take me to the nearby Gypsy camp of Catalonia, some thirty miles away.
"You will love it; it is a wonderful, magical place" he said. He and Janus grew up there. He was 40 years old.
I was in an expansive, tender mood to fuck every man and woman on Earth: the old, the young, the beautiful, the plain, the straight, the lesbian...If only I wasn't in transit, passing thru, I lamented.
