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Anal Sex Circus
By R.L. Smith (address withheld)

***

She spread her cheeks, her crinkly little anal ridges 
standing up. Bullseye! A burning jet of cum slammed 
onto it! She parted her anus and the cum bubbled there. 
I came again and again, blobs of the thick gunk drooped 
onto her cunt, speckling her ass cheeks. (MF, anal)

***


Unlike so many of the bawdy houses of Amsterdam, the 
building bore no signs. In fact, as I stood in front of 
the chipped, black door marked #12, I almost thought it 
was all a practical joke. What did I know about the 
strange Hazraj, the turk who, in drunken friendliness 
at the hotel bar, had insisted, "A whore's a whore all 
over the world. You don't need to visit Amsterdam for 
that. But...the Anal Sex Circus! There is not another 
anywhere." 

I rang the bell. Was this really the place -- or was he 
having a joke at the expense of a white British 
tourist? When the door slowly opened, I realized that 
he was indeed a friend! Stepping into the interior of 
the townhouse, it was a though I had stepped through 
tent flaps and into the most opulent carnival ever. 

There was actual sawdust on the floor. The air smelled 
of beer and popcorn. The big main room had concession 
stands where they were selling popcorn -- delicately 
laced with hashish - and white cotton candy, also 
drugged. Beer and liquor were being sold by men in 
straw hats, red vests, and white striped shirts. 

Garish rotary lights whirled a dizzy array of greens 
and reds into the air. Semi-nude women -- black, Asian, 
and white -- escorted the various men as they ate, 
drank, and laughed uproariously. In different 
languages, a barker in a derby hat shouted at the back 
of the room, "Hurry, hurry. Step right up! Come, Come, 
Come to the Anal Sex Circus!" 

If the mad Turk Hazraj had not been so explicit in his 
description of the place, I don't know what my reaction 
to this bizarre spectacle might have been. A beautiful 
Eurasian girl glided up to me. I ordered a cafe pousse 
at the bar. In American money, it cost me about $20. I 
was going to order one more for my "hostess" but 
reconsidered: "You wouldn't drink, would you? Just 
water one of these plants with it." I slipped her $20 
cash instead. "Let's call it a contribution to the 
continuing survival of horticulture." 

She dutifully explained the "play" at the Anal Sex 
Circus. After I finished the drink, I walked back to 
the back of the room where a man, dressed in imitation 
of an American carnival barker, guarded the entrance to 
the upstairs rooms. I bought two tickets ($100 each) 
which entitled me to see three "shows" of my choice. 
The tickets were actually more like plastic credit 
cards. 

With insane calliope music blaring down the corridors 
of this two- story townhouse turned madhouse, I made my 
way upstairs. In the old carnival midways, you'd walk 
along seeing the posters for the midgets and fire 
eaters and freaks. You'd pay to go into the tent to 
actually see them perform. Here, there were rooms. On 
each gold-curtained door was a picture of the girl 
within. 

I, along with a half dozen men, studied these pictures 
as we walked up and down the corridor. A picture of an 
angelic, sweet-faced blonde girl caught my eye. Under 
the picture was the description "Dominique. She will 
tell you of her shameful anal deflowering!" Each girl 
had a different look and a different story. I put my 
"ticket" into the door slot. It slowly disappeared, 
like a cash machine banking card. My fingers, trembling 
with excitement, grasped the door. I heard the whirring 
sound of a motor, and slowly the heavy metal door 
opened by itself. The moment I got inside, it shut with 
a hollow clank. And there, lying on pink satin sheets, 
was the baby-soft delicate blonde Dominique. 

"In English?" she whispered. I nodded. The elegant room 
held a sink, bidet, toilet, a king-sized bed, and a 
large overstuffed chair. I sat, not two feet away from 
the bed where this beautiful, pale white girl lay, 
absolutely naked. 

"Oh, Sir," she said, her pretty blue eyes growing wide, 
"it happened to me not long ago." She whispered, "I can 
still feel it. Ooooh, right here. I am still so tight 
and tender." 

She writhed on the bed, sliding half off it, displaying 
her plump buttocks. The globes of her ass still held 
large dollops of baby fat. Her soft white bottom was 
thick, rich, round and perfectly unmarked. She gently 
cupped her bottom cheeks and pulled them apart, 
exposing the most delicate little pink pucker. Below 
it, wisps of blonde hair framed her moist pussy. 

She held her cheeks open, undulating on the bed, almost 
humping it. She looked over her shoulder at me, her 
mouth open in a sorrowful pout. "I was so young when it 
happened. Paul did it. Paul was the boy I was seeing. 
We had been dating many months. He was a sweet boy, and 
he bought me expensive gifts. We kissed and petted 
passionately. One night, he wanted to go all the way. I 
had refused so many times, but he'd made this such a 
special night We'd had a lavish meal, an expensive 
show, and then he gave me a gold pendant. 

"In my apartment, I let him undress me. He peeled my 
panties down and started to hungrily lick and kiss my 
pussy. He lathered it with his hot tongue, and my legs 
parted wider and wider." Here, Dominique jerked her 
legs wide, showing me her moist pussy. She ran a 
painted fingernail along the petal-like edges of her 
labia. 

She continued: "It was too much to resist. I closed my 
eyes while he feasted on my cunt. He made my whole body 
heat up -- my nipples knotty and swollen, my pussy so 
soft, wet and yielding! Gently, he began to slowly work 
his penis inside. I could hardly wait! I kicked my legs 
up! I began to beg for it! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Put it 
up my thirsty cunt! 

"But suddenly my hungry pussy felt empty! His long, 
thick cock slithered out. As I lay on my back, he 
glared down at me, disgust on his face. He was staring 
at the sheets. 'I thought you were a virgin,' he said. 
'You put me off for months and months! But it was just 
a cheap trick to get me to spend money on you! And when 
I finally get to have you, you take it like a whore!' 

"He made a guttural sound with his throat and heaved up 
a hot smelly glob of spittle on my exposed pussy flesh. 
I told him there had been only two lovers before him, 
and that I was a good girl, and how I wanted to be sure 
before I let him have me. But he didn't believe it. 
'Maybe you're a virgin one way,' he sneered. He pulled 
my cheeks wide apart. I cried out 'No! No! Don't! I've 
never done this!' He said, 'Never been snagged in your 
shitter? Then this is a night you'll surely remember! 

"He flipped me over onto my stomach and began spanking 
my tender ass. Over and over he spanked me; it made me 
rabidly horny, but I wouldn't admit it because I was 
afraid he'd think I was a 'dirty girl.' My cheeks 
tensed from the sting of his stiff palm! It was like he 
had doused my fanny with alcohol and made it flame, 
like a big round mound of creamy dessert! I gave in, 
untensing my cheeks, letting them be spanked silly -- 
they shook and jiggled under his hand, burning bright 
red! He pulled my ass cheeks far apart with his strong 
hands, exposing my virgin asshole! He grunted, spitting 
all over my ass. It stung! He landed wads of it right 
in my pucker. He plumbed the gobs of spittle into my 
asshole with his finger. He really rubbed it in! He 
skewered my anus with his finger, like I was a fish on 
a hook. 

"While I squealed and cried, he poked his finger up my 
asshole, wedging it in as far as it would go! I lay 
there whimpering as he slowly worked two fingers in, 
and began to stretch my tight anus while landing a few 
more slaps to my chubby little fanny!" 

Dominique pulled the cheeks of here milky white ass 
apart so I could see the pink little hole that had been 
the scene of the raw, raunchy scene. "I felt his hot 
thick penis lay along the crack of my ass, like a hot 
sausage laid atop a soft bun. He spat again and again, 
worked his wet, slick penis in his hand. Then suddenly 
he drilled it right up my ass. I gasped as it seared 
all the way into me! 

"He really fucked my ass! IN and OUT it went! He almost 
pulled me off the bed when he pulled the massive dick 
out of my anus, and he almost drilled me into the 
ground every time he slammed it back in. I moaned when 
I felt his cock get thicker and suddenly shoot cum up 
my asshole! I could actually feel the hot sperm going 
up my anus. My eyes were wide. I had been fucked in my 
asshole, and I had the hot scum dripping down my thighs 
to prove it. My ass felt so tingly! Was it pain? 
Or...was it greedy pleasure! Yes! I was an anal whore! 
I was then! And I am now." 

Dominique twitched her bulbous butt and said, "Fuck my 
asshole! Screw me! Drill it up my asshole! That's where 
I need it. I'd love your dick in my asshole!" 

My cock had long ago crawled into hardness, straining 
against my underpants. "One hundred?" I asked. 

"Ooooh, two hundred, two hundred!" she gasped back. 

"One hundred to come on it!" I shouted. 

"Done!" she cried. 

I pulled my pants down to my ankles, grabbed the stiff 
pipe in my hand, and with the pre-cum already oozing 
from it, cranked my cock over the pale, white virginal 
assflesh of Dominique. She spread her cheeks, her 
crinkly little anal ridges standing up. Bullseye! A 
burning jet of cum slammed onto it! She parted her anus 
and the cum bubbled there. I came again and again, 
blobs of the thick gunk drooped onto her cunt, 
speckling her ass cheeks. 

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. Another second 
and I would've collapsed right on top of the whore. I 
sat in the chair. Dominique daintily rose from the bed 
and began to wipe herself on a towel. She winked at me, 
and I began to get dressed. I was still as horny as a 
bull. With the first load out of the way, the next 
woman would get it but good. My prick would pump her 
pooper for hours before it popped. 

Walking the full length of the corridor, and examining 
all the doors, I found one I definitely wanted to 
explore. On the door was the name "Melody." Underneath 
it: "She'll play a tune with her moon." 

When the door swung open, there she was, a cheerful, 
naughty brunette with olive green eyes and a pouty red-
lipped smirk. Her hair was dark brown and reached her 
shoulders. She was lounging in her bed, wearing a silky 
white lace bra and sheer white silk panties. She winked 
and motioned for me to sit in the chair near the bed. 

"Let me hear your story," I said. 

"I have no story, Monsieur," she said. "Only a song." 

And with that, she got on her stomach, arched her pert 
buns into the air, and while looking at me and smiling 
so charmingly, she proceeded to let out four melodious 
farts, the last held with all the poignancy of a 
violin. 

"That was the opening to... an Irish song. 'Oh Danny 
boy' wasn't it?" 

She nodded her head. She placed both hands on her 
delicate buttocks and, with some concentration, 
proceeded to play virtually the entire tune. 

I moved closer to the bed. 

"You think it's a trick?" she whispered. 

She played a few more notes. The sound was coming from 
between the cute little cheeks so delicately covered in 
the gauze of her panties. The silky panties tautly 
covered her well-rounded butt. I could make out the 
sight of her anus as it gently opened to let out the 
sounds. 

I began to pull her panties down. 

"Oh, Monsieur," she said, "that is extra." 

"How much extra? I'll pay -- if the price includes 
fucking that musical rectum of yours!" 

To bugger the beautiful bitch, I almost emptied out my 
wallet. I stripped and stood in front of her, my hard 
dick pronging straight out. "Whistle a tune for me, 
Melody," I said, patting on the bed. She began to 
whistle -- till I stopped up her mouth with my cock. I 
holstered it in her hot throat, moving in and out. Her 
lips coated it. It felt nice -- but not as nice as her 
tight asshole was going to feel. "You're going to play 
a little tune with your pretty little tush -- until I 
stop you. And you know what I'll be stopping you with!" 

Melody moaned as I pulled my long prick out of her 
mouth. It was glistening. She lay demurely on the bed 
sheet, face down, her thighs slowly pushing her buns 
upward for my inspection. They were the cutest pair of 
cheeks I'd ever seen. Pale milky skin, round and yet 
pillowy soft. The cleft between them was deep, the two 
orbs so buoyant to the touch. 

She produced a slim tube of lubricant, and, with just a 
few swizzles with her finger, lubricated her anus 
enough for easy penetration. 

I stroked her bottom as she tensed it, her puckery 
little anus pulling in like a mouth in a kiss. She let 
go with a long, reedy note. And as I got behind her, I 
wielded my dick right up to her rump, and silenced her. 
The thick tip of my dick plugged up her anus easily. I 
held my dick with one hand and gently eased the bulbous 
tip into her yielding asshole. I took my time, 
luxuriating in the tight, greasy fit. Her entire rectum 
clenched lovingly around my thick prong and there was 
just enough lubrication to keep going back and forth. 

"Tight little bitch," I whispered, slapping her 
upturned butt cheek with my right hand. "I'm going to 
take my time with you." I stared down at the beautiful 
sight -- her upturned ass completely mine, her body 
face-down in mute supplication to me. Her little chute 
was clogged deep with dick now, and it was going all 
the way up her. She let out a gasp. I knew the whore 
wasn't moaning with pleasure, just the strain of 
accepting manhood into the one place that, even in this 
day and age, is still a forbidden entry! 

"It's going up your ass," I said. "I'm not going to 
stop until I leave your asshole greased with cum." 

I slid my dick all the way up her ass. I did it slow, 
making every inch feel like a mile. I grabbed handfuls 
of her tender butt cheeks as I plugged her. Then I sank 
on top of her with my full weight, driving her down 
into the mattress. I fucked her hard like that, and 
then hoisting her from from the waist, pulled her back 
onto all fours. 

I held her hanging tits in my hands and felt them 
jiggle with every jolting thrust. Only through a love 
sacrifice, or the dire need for money, does a woman let 
a dick go up her ass willingly. Either way, it felt 
good to me. It was hot. It was tight. The view of her 
upturned rump and the heavy tit-globes in my hands were 
making my blood hiss steam through my veins. 

I slid it in and out faster and faster, until that 
final moment when I stabbed it in deep. My dick was so 
tight up her rectum I could feel the cum chug out of my 
dick. It spurted hot lava, I could feel it pulse down 
the length of my shaft and then spit deep inside of 
her. She felt it, too, and actually rammed her butt 
against me so that my dick went in right to the balls. 
And finally, after about five tingling minutes of my 
spent dick still being inside her bottom, my cock 
slowly began to slip out. 

Against her will, the delicious derriere of the whore 
called Melody saluted my conquest with a bassoon-like 
note. Then, too exhausted to control herself, Melody 
let my cum trickle out of her fucked asshole. Thick as 
cream it melted down her moist cunt, running down onto 
the sheets. 

She let out a groan as another cascade of it began to 
burble out. I put my hand underneath and cupped the 
cum, and wiped it all over her ass cheeks, squeezing 
the slick and buoyant bottom as I did it. I gave her a 
friendly slap on her cum-soaked ass, which resounded 
all around the room. 

"I knew it was best to save you for the end," I said. 

I put my clothes back on. I had no tickets left. But, 
as if I'd been on ferris wheels and roller coasters, I 
left the circus completely, utterly satisfied. I had 
experienced two anal "rings" of the Amsterdam circus -- 
the only Anal Sex Circus in the world -- the Greatest 
Show on Earth. 

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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