Flight of Fancy
(A woman's surreal sexual encounters)
By Aleq de Satyr
Part 1
Prologue Something or a situation described as surreal means that the elements in it are combined in a strange way that would not normally be expected, like in a dream beyond the range of normal experience or scientific explanation... It balances a rational vision of life with one that asserts the power of the unconscious and dreams. I have seen and heard many weird things in my life. Things that will make you wonder what is going on in this world, but imagine a woman well not just any woman but a woman whose car breaks down on a country road, she goes to a nearby house for help and encounters thereafter an unusual, but the most agreeable bizarre and surreal sexual experiences of her life.
Strange Encounters
I had been driving along the country road in my SUV for over two hours since I left the convention. The shimmering US Southwest mid-day heat began to get to me finally. My joints were stiff; a dull ache of hunger pounded my stomach. My clothes were drenched with sweat; I needed a shower, some food and a nap. I needed a break, a place to stop and rest for a while. A sudden noise under the hood jolted me; the car began to slow down. Fortunately, a dirt road with a house in the distance came into view. I proceeded down the road but the car stopped half way.
I got out and walked towards the house. A middle-aged woman answered the door smiling rather expectantly, expansively as she let me in. She must have been about age, 50 years old. She had a tanned, friendly, attractive face and a faint whisper of mustache over her rich, red mouth. She walked with an indolent gait her short sheer caftan caught in her ass crack, her salt and peppery hair curly and tussled. Her name was Styx, rather an unusual name I thought and it reminded me of the mythical Greek Goddess. She wore platinum rings on all ten fingers and on her big toes.
"I am Erika", I said and told her of my problem. She offered to call the service station in the nearby town. I was struck by how very hairy Styx was especially the big dark bush between her thighs...The interior of the house was painted in soft pastels and tastefully decorated with skulls of animals and Anasazi pottery, rugs, wood carvings and other mysterious objects, in a simple yet elegant style. On the living room wall hung a close-up poster of a very hairy Cunt. A large drop of opalescent fluid emerging from the vulva. The picture was titled: "La Llorona" The weeping woman of Mexican legend.
"That's a self-portrait by me", said Styx as I gazed intently at it. Suddenly I was struck by the strange familiarity of the house. As if I'd been there before! I felt a deep sense of DΓ©jΓ vu. Of course! I have dreamt of the place two nights in a row, sometime ago. I decided to wash while I waited for the tow truck. I undressed admiring my still firm curvy and well-toned 50-year-old body in the mirror. The full pierced breasts, flaring hips, rounded bubble ass and the smooth, waxed cunt and prominent clitoris, which had become bigger as I got older. All of which seem to be going to waste because of my long-standing celibacy. Styx offered me some booze and a joint with some snacks...
We discussed Art, Music, Sex and Literature, some of her favorite subjects. She also played the guitar very well. Styx was exuberant and witty but also strange in a nutty kind of way. In addition, she had an aura of otherworldliness that I could not fathom. She said something that I found to be profound...
"The clitoris is for pleasure only. It does not need recharging for enjoyment; its orgasms are continuous. It is a mighty sensual little beast and triumphant...It is a thing of wonder, a symbol of woman power; it is subterranean, yet has access to the loftiest pleasures thru supple, elastic fluid density". She then parted her labia to show me her clitoris, it was big and erect! I told her of my current career as an actor and former ballet dancer. Guitar and flute music by Poulenc wafted from the radio. A truly congenial atmosphere. We were merry and laughing like old friends, feeling perverse and carefree. Every now and then, she would open her legs consciously, to flash me her moist hairy cunt.
"I figure you have not been fucked in a while, have you?" she asked suddenly. I was taken aback but confirmed that yes I have not been.
"Would you like to be fucked, and I mean really fucked?" she asked looking deadly serious.
"Well, sure why not" I chuckled nervously. "It will be fucking out of this world I assure you" she added. "Ok already" I said.
"Come with me" she said, taking my hand and leading me to the back of the house into what looked like a den of sorts. My jaw dropped to the floor when I laid eyes on a big, naked muscle-bound dude sprawled on a large leather couch.
"Erika, meet Jubal my lover," said Styx...He was coppery-bronze-colored from his shaved head to toes. His eyes were obsidian, mocking. I had never seen anyone like him before in my life! He must be an extraterrestrial I surmised. Moreover, between his legs a mammoth, gargantuan bronze cock. The ultimate massive cock for fuck sake!
"Holy shit is it real or a mutant"! I cried pointing to the dick. OMG, I never thought a cock like that ever existed on earth!