Maria And The Three Goliaths
(An Adult Fairy Tale)
By Aleq Satyr
"Goliaths are a humanoid race of distant giant ancestry, with a notable relation to stone giants. They average between seven to eight feet tall in height"...Wikipedia
Prologue
Fairy tales have always fascinated us as children. And why not? These are tales where dragons can be defeated, and a prince comes to save the day. As we grow older, reality seeps into these tales and we forget the magic these stories used to weave. This story is for those adults who wish to remember that magic, but with a twist. Filled with magical realism, gothic and paranormal elements and most of all sex; this modern fairy tale for adults is sure to renew your interest in the age-old tales. It is based on one of three versions of the popular Fairy Tale: "Goldilocks and The Three Bears:" About an impudent old woman who enters the forest home of three anthropomorphic bachelor bears while they are away. She eats some of their porridge, sits down on one of their chairs, breaks it, and sleeps in one of their beds. When the bears return and discover her, she wakes up, jumps out of the window, and is never seen again. The story is often viewed as a cautionary fable, conveying a lesson about the dangers of venturing into unknown territories...Once upon a time a woman encountered strange phenomena in the middle of the Arizona desert.
An Oasis
I am Maria Da Costa a well-known actress, a former Jazz-Ballet dancer and choreographer. I am also a Feminist activist and social critic. I was on my way home from a conference and had been driving thru the desert in my SUV for over two hours since I left Tucson, Arizona. The shimmering mid-day heat began to get to me finally. My joints were stiff, a dull ache of hunger pounded my stomach. I needed a shower, a nap and some food. I needed a break, a place to stop and rest for a while. But the terrain around me was stark, dotted with brown hills with no sign of dwellings, let alone a motel. I began to feel drowsy. Only the mirages and foraging reptiles kept my eyes focused on the road. It was an indescribable desert. The constantly vanishing horizon, the exhausting solitude. The road seemed like a time warp lost in the trembling air. In the far distance the steep face of the mesa with stone ladders connecting lower and higher ledges.
Suddenly I noticed a hint of a structure in the distance ahead, rising from the foothills. Please let it not be another mirage I hoped. Getting closer, I saw an orange colored adobe house sitting in the middle of a cactus and yucca garden. It appeared as a shimmering mirage. A narrow dusty trail led from the road about a half a mile to the house. It looked pretty much isolated and secluded. Nothing but desert encircled it. I approached it with caution, parked my vehicle and went in.
The backyard was landscaped and carefully decorated in a neo-abstract style, complimented by potted desert plants. The medium sized pool looked very inviting as my clothes were literally stuck to my skin. The place was quite an Oasis in the middle of nowhere. A rustic Eden set in a bloom of colors--orange, alizarine, viridian, and lavender. Suddenly I was struck by the strange familiarity of the house. As if I'd been there before! I felt a deep sense of Deja vu. I rushed back to the backyard and stared at the pool. Of course! I've dreamt of the place two nights in a row, sometime ago. In the dream there was a gigantic cock beckoning me gushing semen. Was there such a cock in my future I surmised. I wished there would be. A monumental dick to pummel my famished cunt hard and fuck me into a coma.
The interior of the house was painted in soft pastels and tastefully decorated with skulls of animals, bones, Hopi and Anasazi Indian pottery, rugs, wood carvings and other mysterious objects, in a simple yet elegant style. I found some booze and some food in the kitchen and helped myself to it. I felt quite good after that. But where is everybody, surely there must be occupants I thought...I undressed admiring my still firm, slightly curvy and well-toned 53 year-old statuesque, striking body which I keep in shape with regular workouts. The full breasts with pierced nipples, flaring hips, round bubble ass and the smooth, waxed full cunt and prominent clitoris. My shoulder length salt and peppery hair and thick dark eyebrows, give me a distinct aura of unbridled sensuality. All of which seem to be going to waste because of my long-standing celibacy.
I turned on the radio sitting by the poolside, and luxuriated in the cool pool naked for a long time, floating mindlessly in the water which caressed my breasts, my cunt; my eyes shut against the world, feeling the tiredness gradually disappear. After a while I got out of the pool and stretched out on a rubber mat using the towels for pillows. I welcomed the sun on my body, between my legs into my cunt, I felt good listening to the guitar and flute music by Poulenc on the radio.
The words of Annika, the clairvoyant I met at the conference invaded my thoughts. She had told me after my presentation, that my ancestry is a clan of immortal promiscuous women, and they rule the forces of nature and humanity. And the time has come for me to become promiscuous. That I'm a child of the great religion of Dark Magic, Sorcery and Sex. She warned that I was destined for strange encounters soon in fulfilment of an oracle, and that will change my life. I thought it was a lot of hogwash, but the fact that I did not consult her but she came up to me was a bit disturbing. Suddenly I became aware of a presence, I opened my eyes to see a very tall, huge, muscular guy towering above me, completely naked. He must have been about seven feet tall.
"Holy mackerel!" I shrieked sitting up. His erect cock was phenomenal indeed pointing skyward propelled by huge balls. His brown skin shone in the sunlight, his body was covered with black curly hair. Everything about him was large. The Dejavu for sure I concluded.
"Someone has been swimming in my pool" he said in a booming voice in an unfamiliar accent. "And I must say you look hot and sexy" he added. I shivered from apprehension, dumbfounded, speechless.
"I am Janus, and who might you be" he said sitting down beside me.
"I am Maria" I stammered staring at his mammoth cock with veins like ropes.