They came to our town every summer, General Hand is what they wanted and I joined the circus for a time. Life burst that January with my new circus family. Horizons rendered irrelevant. As a circus boy being initiated by an acrobat wringed me dry. Country Australia in the 1960s was different from now. Almost seasonless except from fires, floods and harvests the feeling was of being marooned in space and time and that poster for General Hand was my ship out. I admit I pulled it off hoping no one else would apply. The showgrounds hosted them, the Parnel Bros Carnival, faded tents and trucks parked chaotically.
Anya later told me I looked like a terrified animal, eyes rolling white, taking it in as I was put to work erecting cages and spreading straw for the animals. I was startled leaning on a trailer to have a low growl turn my guts liquid, the lions using the spy holes to sniff me out. As we ate and the sun fell she touched me before I saw her.
“You’re new! Chris, yes? Anya.” She stated. “Come for beer” and she led me away from the tables to the trailers. The warmth of the evening was reinforced with the smells of the straw, the canvas and the animals. Lit by a yellow kerosene lamp the trailer and our bottles (they were bigger then) sat precariously on the window sill. I was fresh out of high school and had fooled around a little but she snaked her hand behind my neck and kissed me hard. Her other hand lightly on my chest, fingers between the buttons. I held her waist as she sat astride my leg on the lumpy couch and the endless crocheted blankets. Her blue eyes and pale high cheekbones topped a slight figure that belied an underlying strength.
Even at her waist I could feel individual skeins of muscle activate hard and just as suddenly soften. My hands tentatively rode up her shirt, feeling the curve of her ass cinch to her waist and her bra-strap. She pulled my face hard between her breasts. As I struggled with her bra she unbuttoned her shirt and raised her bra. She pulled me in, arms entwined around my head. For her stature her breasts were large but the prominence of the nipples surprised me, the size and hardness of licorice bullets. I mouthed the one proffered and she moaned “Harder! That’s it. Harder!”. Swapping sides like a hungry puppy as she ground herself against my thigh, her skirt riding higher. Sweat almost thwarted her pulling my shirt from my jeans and throwing it on the couch and standing dropping hers with the bra also. I took in her smiling face, pert breasts and nipples, wet in the flickering of the lamp before she commanded “Get up!” I stood and she dropped my jeans and undies. “Mmmm, she cupped me and I shivered not wanting to break this spell. Silent quention, she captured dribble in her palm. Then she enveloped me, stroking. She brought her face to mine. Warm skin touching, lips grazing mine. Breath catches as senses elevate, heighten. Her hand moved over me and prickles shimmered across my scalp, I’d never been touched like this, bared like this. She rested a hand on my ass as she stroked me, smiled at me and lowered to her knees. I froze, eyes shut before feeling the warmth of her taking me into her mouth.
The hand on my ass pulled me into her as my sensitivity sent shocks down my legs. My awkward hands hovered in the air and I heard my own plaintive squeak as my cock ran over her tongue. Sometimes soft and wet, sometimes firm and dry I felt myself pulled to the abyss, my hands now resting on Anya’s shoulders. So wanting to show my appreciation, so not wanting to disrupt this screaming joy. My hips began to rock at the command of her hand in my ass and tickled by her other alternating between holding my shaft and tickling my scrotum. There was sweat beneath my fingers on her shoulders and I realised I had been holding my breath and squinting my eyes shut. Drawing breath and opening my eyes I looked out the open window in an attempt to delay my release. As my eyes adjusted I saw the animal pens, hear a light grunting. There was another trailer like this. Window dim, like this. I could see a muscled chest in stark relief. sweat glistening, the face in shadow. The grunting was coming from there, quick, rhythmic and automatic. I studied the lit torso. I could see it rocking in time with the grunts. The time Anya dictated with her hand. Was he getting serviced like this over there? I let my eyes shut and felt my climax build. It seemed that there was a humanness of all this sexual expression happening so close together was like being togther, adding to our pleasure. I glanced down and caught a glimpse of my cock entering her mouth and shuddered to withdraw my cock. Her nails caught me tight by both buttocks and held me as I bucked and groaned. I was immediately elated, embarrassed and exhausted. I could feel my cheeks burn as she spat on the floor and swaddled me in a deep wet kiss, hands holding my face to hers.
She sat sideways on the couch and pulled her feet up placing one leg over the back. She indicated and I knelt down and kissed her belly. Like this!” she murmured huskily. The circus was no place for bashful. She pushed my head down and I lapped at her wet opening. I had read about this but never had I thought what to do. She opened herself with one hand and pointed at the apex of her sex and instructed “Lick here, mmm, feel it, use your hands, yeah, I’m a little wetter than I thought.”
It was a different time. Now all these things are understood but this was uncharted seas for me then. I continued like I was sailing a small craft, adjusting here, feeling the response, checking the heading, trim change, feel her response, listen to her breathing, be guided by her. I had never tasted a woman and this was exultant, heady and intoxicating. “Hmmm, that…don’t stop that.” As she moved, challenges to access her and taste her were overcome. Elusive anatomy chased and I struggled with her tiny form, struggled against her strength. When she came I think my relief was as great as hers.
Her encouragement led me to helping her to climax, Sweaty, panting and exhausted I lay next to her, Anya, my first and a professional acrobat of the Pernel Circus. The next six weeks were going to be the first six weeks of my human education.
End Part 1
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