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Animal Sex Circus
By Anonymous (address withheld)
***
The Sex Circus should not be confused with what is
popularly known as "the stag party," although a circus
can be a part of a stag party. However, it rarely is.
Currently there are four types in which only males
compose the audience: the Bachelor Party, the Blue
Show, the Smoker, and the rather specialized Good Will
Show. (M+/F+, bi, reluc, orgy, beast)
***
The sex circus is not a modern innovation of the
Hippies or Swingers. Its genesis is as ancient as the
Roman Empire (and probably a lot older). Gabby old
Petronius meticulously informs us quite a bit about
Roman morals in general and prostitution in particular,
and he does not hesitate to dip his quill into detailed
acts of sex, including the two types of sex circuses,
one in which only human beings participated and finally
the Sex Circus in which humans and animals took part.
If we are to believe Petronius, Juvenal and Martial, et
al, we can only conclude that both types of sex
circuses were not the least bit rare, certainly far
more common than they are today.
Roman law was very two-faced but dogmatic about
prostitution and prostitutes, even going so far as to
prescribe the type of dress prostitutes must wear, so
that they could be distinguished from "virtuous" women.
Needless to say, a "virtuous" woman in ancient Rome was
more than a non-drinker on Skid Row!
Roman women who played-for-pay were not permitted to
wear the stola, a loose-fitting garment which concealed
the form, or the vitta with which Roman ladies bound
their hair, they could not wear shoes or jewels or
purple robes, as these were the insignia of virtue.
Instead, whores died their hair red or yellow and wore
the toga like the men! Instead of shoes, they wore
sandals tied at the instep with leather thongs. Their
dresses had to be of flowered material.
Theory of law is one thing; practice is another.
Prostitutes did wear jewels, tons of them, and purple
robes; and they did wear garments that more than
revealed their ample curves, such as silken robes from
Tyre, whose texture was almost as thin as air. Red
hungry nipples and dark triangles of pubic hair could
easily be seen through these robes.
Roman prostitutes were not strangers to venereal
disease either, a fact that somehow escapes modern
writers. We do, however, find later Roman writers
referring to morbus indecens (indecent ailments) such
as the rubigo, the elazomenae and morbus campanus.
However, it must be admitted that the ancient writers
do not directly attribute these diseases to sexual
intercourse with prostitutes. Just what these diseases
were, we will never know for certain. If they were not
gonorrhea and syphilis, they very strongly resembled
these age-old sexual ailments.
Sex Circuses were common, too, orgiastic activities
which prostitutes gave for assembled customers and even
for the emperors, although in the latter case the
whores were better paid and "better class" courtesans,
offering their perverted services to only the
patricians and disdaining the "common people".
In these harlequinades as many as ten couples would
perform; men and women engaging in every sexual
perversion known to the human race. Men would fellate
little boys and vice versa; there were acts of anal
intercourse between men and boys, mutual fellatio in
the sixty-nine position; tribasistic spectacles between
women and little girls and adult lesbians. There would
be living "daisy chains" of men, women and children,
and often one woman would perform with four or five
men, all the males doing different things to her at the
same time, or as Juvenal says:
"Every opening was given to the Venus."
There was the human/animal Sex Circus, and while such a
sexual extravaganza was not held as regularly as the
type involving only human beings, it was a thousand
times more common than it is today.
Nubians (male and female) were very popular and prized
in these filthy tableaus, the males for their huge
organs, the females because it was believed that a
Negress, having more lust, could perform better. One
ancient writer even tells of a Nubian male even killing
a she-goat with his tremendous phallus!
We have no way of ascertaining if sex circuses took
place during the Middle Ages. The records do not say.
Probably not; not because the people were so moral or
because of the insane attitude of the Church... since
the priests and soul-savers fornicated along with the
rest of the populace. Sex circuses were unknown because
bestiality was so prevalent among the masses. Why pay
to witness what was a part of daily living? The people
thought like animals, lived with animals and... screwed
like, and with, animals.
Morals were so debauched that even art depicted scenes
of lust and licentiousness. It is a well known fact
that the majority of the great works of Gothic
architecture were so profusely adomed with lewd and
filthy sculptures that, later, modesty forced their
removal. Astonishingly, most of the subjects were taken
from religious orders!
In some cases, priests and/or monks were represented in
carnal connection with nuns; still other sculptures
revealed penitents undergoing flagellation at the hands
of their confessors. Other basreliefs showed monks
engaged in connections with animals; and there is one
in which a naked nun is shown being raped by a monkey.
Nor were such "artistic works" displayed in back
streets and in gutters. No, instead they adorned the
doors, windows and arches of many of the finest Gothic
cathedrals in France, Germany and Italy.
We do know a good deal about the modern Sex Circus. And
they are more numerous than the average person might
believe. There are those places in every large city, in
every nation on the face of the earth, where, for a
price, one can witness the most degrading of acts...
between men and women, men and men, women and women,
and between men and women and... animals.
France is noted for its sex -- which is overblown
propaganda -- but in the mind of the world the French
woman is equated with the Negress, both supposedly the
ultimate in sexual ability and performance. There are
sex circuses in France, with tourists always being in
the majority as spectators. It should be of interest to
the student of psychosexual matters to note that it is
very remarkable how persons who are pillars of society
and respectability "back home" feel that they must see
such a filthy showing.
Some tourists, having been so brainwashed about these
performances, feel that it is just as necessary to take
in such a sight as it is to see the famous cathedrals
and art galleries! Properly speaking, we cannot call
these people either latent nor active voyeurs, but
regular attendants at these spectacles definitely
are... perverts who obtain a sexual satisfaction out of
seeing women -- and men -- in the nude, and preferably
in the performance of sexual acts.
Men and women of repressed homosexual tendencies also
attend; by watching homosexuals, they subconsciously
gratify their own homosexual longings. And by the same
token, the performers are often actuated by the
opposite perversity of exhibitionism -- getting a
thrill out of having strangers "admire" their sexual
feats.
In Paris the sex circus, or "Grand Spectacle" is
usually in the form of a play, presented on a stage,
complete with special lighting and other theatrical
effects. But the script is always the same: The men and
women perform mutual masturbation, fellatio,
cunnilingus, analingus, coitus per rectum, coitus per
vagina and what-have-you.
There are "acts" in which only lesbians (or male
homosexuals) perform; and there are those circuses in
which men and women -- and children -- perform with
animals. There are all manner of variations and
combinations. Even penis substitutes are used when
lesbians perform.
Part I
The author of this present study was fortunate enough
to find an ex-G.I. who, during World War II, witnessed
such a "Grand Spectacle" at the Quartier Latin, a night
club in the Place Pigalle. I interviewed him with a
tape recorder and gave his story word for word,
transcribing from the tape exactly as he told his tale
to me. This ex-G.I., now in his mid-forties and
balding, is a construction worker in New York City, and
if his choice of words are indicative of anything, they
reveal -- obviously -- that he did not take advantage
of the G.I.-Bill, after his discharge, and further his
education.
"Well, a bunch of us guys was on leave and in Paris,"
the ex-GI explained, "and we decided to take in the
sights -- you know, some booze and some of the French
gals we had heard so much about. We went to this here
nite club and when this old Frog came over to our table
and said that for five hundred francs we could see this
'exhibition,' we jumped at the chance -- after he told
us what an 'exhibition' was... men and women fuckin' n'
suckin' each other... all sorts of weirdo sex acts.
"Course, this sex deal was not on the main floor of the
club -- I mean for just anybody to see. The average
Frog couldn't have afforded it no how. But us GIs was
loaded -- and what the hell is five hundred francs! So
we followed this old bird down to the basement, real
cautious like. We figured if we was gonna get mugged,
we'd slit a couple of throats ourselves. The basement -
- I call it that -- was really an old wine cellar, one
of them large vaulted deals like you see in the movies.
But there wasn't no booze there; the Krauts had stolen
all the vino.
"In the middle of the cellar was a sort of stage with a
bed and some chairs in its center; and facing the stage
on one side were boxes and cartons to sit on. When we
five guys walked in -- and man! We were ready for
anything, believe me -- the place was already half
full. Even some American brass! There was at least two
officers with chickens on their shoulders and a captain
and a major. But what the hell! We were on leave, and
since the brass was there, why shouldn't we be! Why it
wouldn't have surprised me if 'Old Blood & Guts'
(Patton) himself wouldn't have barged in!
"When there was about -- oh, maybe forty of us present,
the 'exhibition' began. And would you believe it! Two
WACS was there, too, sitting right there in the front
row. I'll bet they took on a couple of Officers before
the night was over. Hell, I caught clap offen a WAVE
once. Anyhow, two girls and a man -- all three stark
naked -- got on the stage, and the old Frog -- you
know, he was a filthy old fart! -- turned on a spot
light. The two girls had black hair and was about
twenty years old, and really stacked up. Man, did my
mouth water for them nipples! I guess the man was close
to thirty.
He got on the bed and laid on his back. At the same
time, one of the girls crawled up over his face and
pushed her bunny box right down on his lips and he
began suckin' her, while the other gal got on all fours
in front of him and began playing with his peter --
jackin' him to make it hard. She got it hard in nothing
flat and put it in her mouth and began sucking it like
crazy -- real slow and hard, gettin' as much of it in
her mouth as she could.
I don't think the guy ever did 'come,' because when
they changed positions and one of the girls laid on her
back and the guy began fuckin' her in the mouth, his
jock was still as big as a rolling pin. The other dame
crawled around in back of him and buried her face in
his ass -- lickin' his red-hole, I guess. Man, what a
sight! I ain't never seen nothing like it!
"After this the two gals began 69ing each other. While
they slobbered in each other's cunts, the guy sat on
the edge of the bed and licked the girls all over,
playing with his peter all the time. And he had a pair
of balls on him as big as his peter!
"All of us just sat there, bug-eyed and wiggling on our
seats, getting 'stone-aches,' and nipping at the wine
bottles we had lugged down to the cellar with us.
"'Come on, damn it!' one of the colonels shouted. He
was really gassed. 'Stick that big prick of yours in
one of those sluts!'
"The old Frog translated into French and the 'actors'
changed positions. One of the girls, after caressing
the guy's dick, rolled over and the man crawled on top
of her, the other dame guiding in his root. He began
fucking the gal like crazy, her throwing her long legs
round his waist and moving her ass just as fast as he
moved his. While they fucked, the other dame sat on the
bed and jacked herself off.
"Finally the guy must have shot his load. He rolled off
the whore -- and both of them were sweaty as hell --
and lay there while the girl who had been jacking
herself took hold of his wet and limp peter and crammed
it into her mouth. The girl who had just gotten fucked
moved herself around and began licking the ass- hole of
the girl suckin' off the guy. And while she sucked her
she played with her pussy with one hand and with her
other hand -- she put her finger into the man's bung-
hole. We could hear them groaning and slobbering and
making noise.
"We wondered what the three could possibly do next.
They had sucked and fucked each other -- so what was
left? By God! We soon found out, after the old man led
a big white collie dog onto the stage. One of the girls
put several pillows under her butt and spread her legs
real wide. The naked bastard onstage unsnapped the
leash and said something to the dog and it leaped onto
the bed, snuggling right up between the girl's legs and
beginning to tongue away at her cunt. We almost fell on
the floor, we was so shocked! The way that dog parted
her hair and went after that pussy juice.
"But we was in for a surprise. By God if we weren't!
The other girl got on the bed, rolled over to the dog,
who was on all fours, and began squeezing his nuts and
playing with his prick. You know what? When the
collie's prick was real hard and hanging out, all red
and wet, the girl got underneath him and actually began
sucking that dog's prick! I heard one of the WACS say,
'I think I am going to vomit!' And she puked right on
the floor!
"Well, sir, that dog sucked the slut and got sucked by
the other bitch for I guess maybe five minutes. Then
the girl sucking the dog changed places with the other
girl, and the man -- his jock was big and hard again --
led the dog up between her legs. The collie had to be
trained. He knew what the score was and knew exactly
what to do. Right off the bat he mounted that French
whore and began fucking her -- just like a man would
do. I dunno, maybe the dame enjoyed it. She must have
from the way she acted, but there was no way to tell
for sure.
"Say, mister -- what in hell do you want to write about
animals fucking people for?"
Part II
The Sex Circus should not be confused with what is
popularly known as "the stag party," although a circus
can be a part of a stag party. However, it rarely is.
Currently there are four types in which only males
compose the audience: the Bachelor Party, the Blue
Show, the Smoker, and the rather specialized Good Will
Show.
The Bachelor Party is simply a party without women --
an excuse the boys use to get together in honor of a
buddy who is about to be married. Beer and whiskey are
plentiful and so are the sorry old gags about wedded
bliss. The closest the boys come to feminine
companionship is in a few packs of pictures (the kind
advertised in "girlie" magazines) and a number of lies
told by guests who have "been around," wild tales about
orgies they have either attended or heard about.
On the way home, after the party, a few of the more
daring lads decide to show their manhood by dropping in
at... "a real classy joint with beautiful dolls and..."
But after driving around for an hour or so, and more
tipping of the bottle, they decide the "beautiful
dolls" have moved...
A step removed from this mild sort of innocent fling is
the Blue Show. No one is ever sure how this type of
show gets started. Bob tells Frank and Frank tells Jim
and so on. But finally a night is agreed upon and the
boys gather at the home of a friend whose wife is out
for the evening. For awhile the boys sit around and
drink, getting courage out of a bottle; then they lock
all the doors, draw the shades and depart, nervously,
for the rumpus room in the basement. Voices are low and
each man acts like a junior Dick Tracy, as there is
general concem over a "spy" getting in. Just who the
"spy" might be and represent is a deep mystery.
However, no Blue Show is complete without a suspected
"spy."
The host grins stupidly and says, "Well, I guess we'd
better get started." He and another guest begin opening
four or five cans of film and loading the 16 mm
projector, which the host has borrowed from either his
church or a local high school.
The lights are tumed down and the "movie" begins. There
isn't any danger of the films winning an Oscar. They
are usually spotty and have a tendency to lapse into
flickers of white nothingness. As to the "actors" and
the story plot... a typical film might be called A Date
With My Doctor. In this classic epic we see a young
girl going into a doctor's office. There is no nurse,
and the "doctor" -- crudely disguised in glasses and
false beard -- shows the young lady into his private
office. She acts shy and afraid. He turns and leers at
the camera and we can see his lips moving, telling the
girl to undress. She does, slowly, until she is stark
naked. The doctor advances and has the girl lay down on
what passes for an examining table. He then indulges in
various sex acts with her, climaxing the scene with
sexual intercourse.
It is the Blue Show that is often raided by police. The
guests are held for disorderly conduct and are fined
anywhere from five to one hundred dollars each,
depending upon how loudly the local bluenoses have been
beating their moral drums. Naturally the wise thing to
do is to plead guilty, pay up and get the hell out
before the publicity gets out of hand.
Newspapers in reporting such raids have to rely on
tired euphemisms as "obscene performance" and
"pornographic" material.
One Chicago raid in the summer of 1967 netted almost
the entire membership of a labor union, plus five
women. This was duly noted by the press, plus the fact
that ten reels of film, in color and with sound, were
confiscated.
In a California raid, the police net also included a
photographer, who was at the party to develop and print
pictures for guests who might have trouble having them
processed at the local drug store.
Girls are occasionally used in the Blue Show. However,
I use the word "girls" in the broadest sense, for
unless the ladies are enthusiastic amateurs -- or
unless it is a very swank affair -- they are likely to
be very sad indeed. This is easy to understand, since a
gal with a good private practice is not prone to make
house calls, and the talented free-lances are seldom
interested in the large, economy-size project, all of
which leaves "Smoker" work to ladies who are either too
unattractive for steady work or almost too old to walk!
This author personally has known men who could laugh at
some of the weirdest perversions in the world, but
would almost vomit in horror at the female aspect of
the program. As one salesman cried, "It's disgraceful
and indecent! Hell! That dame's old enough to be my
grandmother!"
Be that as it may, it is Grandma's job to circulate
among the guests, say witty sayings and disappear from
time to time with individual males. All sorts of
elaborate plans are made in advance for spiriting her
away in case of trouble, and trouble is always close
by, for this type of dame usually manages to get very
drunk, which seems to be a sort of occupational hazard
of the profession. Often Grandma will do a sloppy
strip-tease and end up passed out on the floor.
There is the genuine "anything-goes" Smoker -- rather
rare, mainly because of the expense and the difficulty
of finding a place to hold it. This type of deal is
usually held in various parts of the country by say,
National Guard units, fireman's groups and the like.
There may or may not be movies at a rip-roaring smoker,
but there are always girls. And unless this is really a
swank affair, the girls will be mature. This is the
only compliment we can give them. The goodlooking
younger talent simply isn't interested, not unless the
price is right, and the price is seldom right because
the boys can't afford it, or else don't want to.
The program? After the boys are a little boozed up, the
entertainment begins with an "act" performed by the
star. For some remote reason many of these performers
insist on displaying some kind of sick-sick talent
(aside from the usual one). They either sing, dance,
juggle or otherwise make fools of themselves.
(I attended one Smoker several years ago in Tampa and
the "star" walked onto the stage carrying a basket
containing what she said was a dove. It was the bird's
job to fly around and pull off her veils, until she was
in the nude. Most of us figured that was one helluva
way to do a strip tease, but we waited patiently, that
is until a middle aged banker, who was pretty well
pooped, demanded loudly that we "...take that goddamned
owl outta here!" The lady took offense at this and a
free for-all was almost had.)
Anyhow, having made her bow to a disgusted muse, the
performer gets down to work on her speciality. If the
boys are operating on a low budget, she does this alone
on the stage. But if the boys want to pay for it, she
works with a partner or two. You can well imagine what
the "act" consists of.
Often the show depends on audience participation. The
lady shouts: "Is there a gentleman down there who will
assist me?"
At this point the crowd will invariably push forward a
pal who is known to be (l) a show-off; (2) a prude; (3)
classically plastered. The lady, or ladies, loudly
assists in getting him on the stage. Often the poor
boob will try to run, but of course he doesn't get far.
Then again, the boob will throw himself whole-
heartedly into the business, with such vim and vigor
that he has to be pulled off by the "entertainment
committee." But usually he will yield to popular demand
and make a grotesque attempt to do what the girls ask
him to do, grinning stupidly and often flauncing off
the stage in the confusion. As a rule he does succeed
in making a complete ass of himself.
This breaks the moral ice and the party turns into
something of a free-for-all: The girls run around naked
all over the place and every now and then go into a
back room with one of the boys. There is laughter and
shouting and clouds of cigar and cigarette smoke. The
party breaks up when the guests start passing out or
somebody tosses a punch.
The Goodwill Setup (or VIP Party) is not a stag party
in the strict sense of the term. It is for men, and the
entertainment is strictly physical, but in his case the
host is a public relations man with an enormous budget,
in search of a sure-fire way to persuade a small group
of VIPs to think gratefully of his client and to do
business with him.
The whole business of high-powered sex usually begins
with cocktails at a good hotel. The VIPs are introduced
to lovely young ladies, who are usually in their early
twenties, with clothes, accents and manners that are
flawless. These girls are top professionals in the
business and show uncanny skill in pleasing their
escorts.
Looking and acting like movie starlets, no one would
ever dream that they are $200 and $300 and $500 a night
cau girls. These girls are also available for longer
tours of duty, such as weekend cruises, visits to
private lodges, etc. Of course their rates are higher
for this type of work and can run as high as a grand or
more. But as we have said, these girls are the best
money can buy.
Part III
The Sex Circus, with or without animals, is undoubtedly
the most depraved and vulgar exhibition known to the
human mind, and no city or large size in the world is
free of such an extravaganza. London, Paris, Rome,
Madrid, the St. Pauli section of Hamburg, Germany,
Tokyo (and it is even rumored that such displays have
been put on in ultra-prudish Moscow) -- and in the
United States... the Near North Side in Chicago...
certain sections of Greenwich Village... Las Vegas...
Austin... Detroit... and others.
In Latin America... Havana, Cuba, in pre-Castro days
was truly a mecca for Circus acts, such productions
taking in thousands of dollars per day from gaping
American tourists.
In Havana, the competition for the tourist trade
produced, finally, four types of circus performances.
One type emphasized the surroundings -- like the walls,
floor and ceiling being all mirrored, so that the
spectators could watch the acts from any and every
angle. In another type, the focus was on youth, the
performers all teenagers, the attraction centering
around the depravity of boys and girls so young.
HOMOSEXUALS, male and female, provided the tourists
with the third type of show, performing en masse, in
which lesbians (or male homosexuals) rolled together in
simulated or real simultaneous orgasm.
The human/animal sex circus was the fourth type.
Part IV
Dr. Robert van Dextrineholtz, a medical doctor from
River Forest, Illinois (a suburb of Chicago), an
orthopedist to be precise, was a spectator at a
human/animal sex circus, in which the "actors" were
teen-agers, not one over sixteen. As an added
attraction, elderly men and women performed with the
teen-agers. Finally, Youth and Age indulged in acts of
perversion with beasts.
Dr. van Dextrineholtz has given us permission to use
his name and to record his history. I now give it in
the first person.
Doctor Robert van Dextrineholtz: It was our good
fortune -- mine and my wife's -- to be spectators at
what is known as a sex circus. The one I attended -- I
and my wife -- was held in a large private home on the
Rio Del Prado in Havana, my knowledge of the affair
having been conveyed to me by a tout who, openly,
solicited business all over the city. He did this quite
openly and I assume that he and other shills were not
the least bit concerned about interference from the
police.
I discussed it with my wife, not wanting to go without
her.
"It will be unusual," Marie said. "And we might never
get another chance to see such depravity -- just so we
don't have to participate!"
So we went -- in the middle of a hot July afternoon,
and the cost was one hundred American dollars per
person.
I was further convinced that the police were getting a
share of the profits when we arrived by cab at the huge
house and were ushered inside by a very pretty Negro
maid. She was about twenty and very pretty. She took us
to a very large room on the first floor and told us we
could sit where we wanted and smoke.
She indicated a bar on one side of the room. "Anything
you want to drink," she said. "And the prices are the
same as at the better hotels. Enjoy yourselves,
Americanos."
On one side of the spacious room was a stage perhaps
four feet tall and twenty feet square, and in front of
it scores of folding chairs, the kind seen in public
halls and lodges. There must have been forty or fifty
people present -- men and women of all ages -- but no
children -- and nationalities, though the majority were
Americans, I judged. They sat there, smoking, laughing
and talking loudly. Some were drinking and not a few
were intoxicated. My wife and I took seats as close to
the stage as we could. The front rows were already
filled.
About fifteen minutes later when all of the chairs were
filled, a Cuban came onto the stage -- one of those
pinched-faced, slicked- down types that reminded me of
a weasel. And he had several gold-capped teeth in his
mouth.
He said: "Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. In a
moment you will witness sights so depraved that they
will shock you to your very core... sights you have
never before seen... acts of lust and sex that only
you, as privileged guests, are permitted to witness.
For those of you with cameras -- you may take pictures
if you wish. There is no extra charge..."
The Sex Circus began. One teen-age girl and three teen-
age boys skipped onto the stage -- all four of them
stark naked. The girl was about sixteen years old and
well-developed, with long, slim legs and breasts and
buttocks that begged for male hands. She had a very
thick bush of pubic hair. The boys were about the same
age, except one, who couldn't have been more than
twelve years old; yet his penis was rather large for
his age, and under a full flag of erection.
The teen-agers got on the bed and got right to work.
One of the boys lay on his back and the girl -- she was
blonde -- got on top of him, working his organ into her
vagina. Another boy got behind her and began pushing
his organ into her vulva. With two male organs in her,
her vagina was stretched to its limit.
Still, there was more. For as the girl began the
movement of coitus in her 'woman-on-top' position, and
the boy on top of her began his movements on her, the
third boy, the one around twelve years of age, knelt on
the bed in front of the threesome, his knees on either
side of the head of the boy who was on his back, and
offered his stiff penis to the red lips of the girl.
She began licking the glans -- even his testicles, and
it was obvious that he was sexually excited.
He kept trying to push it in her mouth, but she wanted
to lick and kiss it first. Finally she permitted him to
shove it, full force, into her mouth. She braced
herself with her hands -- flat on the bed -- while she
pounded with her pelvic region the boy underneath her,
moving her hips so furiously that numerous times his
peter slipped out. He would hurriedly reinsert it. The
boy kneeling in front of her kept moving his organ in
and out of her mouth. If the four teen-agers were
putting on an act, they were certainly good.
From the way they moaned and groaned, I do think they
were genuinely excited. I know the boy screwing the
girl in the mouth had an orgasm. She gagged for an
instant the moment he shot, and when he withdrew his
wet and wilting organ, all of us could see the girl
swallowing his sperm. He must have been very excited,
putting into her mouth a very large amount of sexual
cream, for some even dribbled from her lips.
Then -- "OHHHHHhhhhhhh! I'm coming!" the girl screamed
-- and moved her hips rapidly. The boy underneath her
sweating body had an orgasm about the same time. He
moaned loudly, his eyes becoming glazed as he shot to
sexual heights. The boy giving it to the girl dog-
fashion (in the uenus aversa position) burst his nuts
too... moaning with open mouth and going limp and
slowly withdrawing from the fine young ass of the girl.
She turned languidly on her back, pleading in a loud
voice, "One of you suck me. Come on -- eat it -- now!"
The twelve-year-old inched down the bed and crawled
between her legs, burying his face in her wet, dripping
hairs. The boy who had been jamming her dog-fashion
slid underneath the child and mouthed his half-hard
penis, sucking on it so hard we could see his cheeks
going in and out from the force of suction.
The boy who had been underneath the girl played with
his penis and soon it was like a small iron bar. He
lowered himself to the face of the girl, she parted her
lips, and his stiff penis slid in. Slowly, he began
screwing her in the mouth. While she sucked and was
sucked, she worked her forefinger in and out of the
rectum of the boy fellating the twelve-year-old.
This sucking scene continued for perhaps ten minutes.
Again... orgasm.
I should say that by this time many persons sitting in
the audience, of both genders, were becoming sexually
excited. Of course, the drinks lessened inhibitions.
Both my wife and I were surprised at some of the
indecent remarks we heard, particularly from people who
looked to be models of decorum. One middle aged woman -
- she could have played the prudish old maid in some
motion picture -- laughed at one time and remarked,
"That little son of a bitch really fucked her good in
the mouth. I wonder how it tasted to her?"
The man with her laughed and took a quick nip from his
pint bottle. "Well, you can taste my come when we get
back to the hotel, if you want. I'll be glad to fuck
you in your mouth, dear. Just ask." The wife -- I
assume she was -- laughed.
The next act featured the Negress who had ushered us
into the house, as well as a tall girl, about fifteen
years of age, with orange-dyed hair, and four boys,
from perhaps sixteen to eighteen years of age. First,
the boys came on the stage, stark naked, followed by
the two girls, fully dressed in street clothes,
complete with silk stockings and high heels. Slowly,
grinning and with lewd comments, the boys began
undressing the two girls.
"Ah... look at those fine tits," as the bra of the
Negress was removed.
"What a fine ass," and off came the panties of the girl
with the orange hair. "And a fine cunt, too, just
waiting for our peters."
"Or a tongue!"
Men and women in the audience began taking pictures as
the Negro girl knelt on the floor in front of one of
the boys. The youth had a big hard, and, placing both
hands on the back of her fuzzy head, moved his
instrument back and forth across her half-parted lips.
She cooed with half closed eyes as the moist glans
stroked her mouth.
"By God! I think that nigger slut can't wait to suck
that dick," a man said drunkenly, rather loudly. "Come
on, boy, slam it in her mouth!"
The Negress opened her mouth, then pounced upon the
erect penis, as if to devour it. Smiling, the boy began
moving his hips, pushing his penis in and out of the
girl's mouth, and she sucked it eagerly, her eyes
closed.
Two other boys moved in behind the kneeling Negress,
each placing his penis in one of her armpits. They
began pumping her in this manner, while she held her
arms tightly to her sides, assuring a tight fit for
their organs. This seemed to Marie and me a rather
weird way to enjoy sex, but I suppose they enjoyed it.
However, I must confess that Marie and I were intrigued
by the armpit act, and we tried it later. She said she
didn't particularly enjoy it, but I did, as long as she
kept her arm tight. But she said it was "messy" when I
-- when the sperm filled her armpit. We didn't try it
again.
The fourth boy placed himself on his back behind the
boy who was pumping the Negress in her mouth, his penis
standing erect like a tiny flag pole. The orange-haired
girl calmly mounted his mouth and he began -- what's
the technical term for it? He began performing
cunnilingus on her. As he sucked away on her -- by the
way, her pubic hair was black -- she reached around and
began masturbating him vigorously.
We could see the head popping in and out of the
foreskin as she jerked him. And as she did this, she
buried her face in the buttocks of the boy standing in
front of her, her head moving perpendicularly as she
licked his round, red eye. Of the six in action, the
boy who was masturbated shot first -- half a dozen
creamed spurts that rose at least six inches, falling
back on the boy.
The sex show progressed. The boys paired off into
couples and did a 69. So did the two girls, the Negress
on top. The girl with orange hair put on a dildo and
had face-to-face lesbian intercourse with the Negress.
The Negress, on her knees, held on to the head of the
bed, while two of the boys laughingly pulled apart the
plush twin mounds of her buttocks, revealing to the
world her anus. Orange-Hair ran off the stage and
quickly returned with a small jar of what we all
assumed to be vaseline. She dipped a forefinger into
the jar, removed it and slipped it into the anus of the
Negress, moving her finger back and forth, greasing the
orifice, preparing it for action...
One of the boys took his place behind the Negress and
with the two boys still spreading the cheeks of her
buttocks, he began forcing his male tool into her
prepared anus... twisting first one way and then
another, while at the same time, the girl moved her
hips, helping and doing all she could to assist entry.
You could hear a pin drop -- I tell you -- as all of us
watched that boy forcing his penis into the rectum of
the girl. At last it was all the way in -- I mean flush
-- and he began to fu -- I mean, he began the movements
of anal intercourse, the black gal holding onto the
bedboard for support, every now and then grunting as a
result of a hard jab.
"Lawdy, lawdy," the Negress gasped at one part of the
proceedings, "that big ole joy-jabber is gonna push my
insides clean outta place -- oh! UG! OH!!"
"I'd like to fuck that black ass of hers," a man close
to us whispered.
The boys took their turns riding her rump -- and so did
the other girl, using a dildo and pumping her just as
viciously as the boys had.
What I call Act Number Three was totally and completely
unexpected, in spite of what we had already seen. A
teen-age boy and girl -- the boy about eighteen and the
girl about sixteen -- came out and undressed each
other. They got on the bed and did a 69. Then the boy
screwed her, both in the normal manner and via her
rectum; then she licked real completely his butt-hole,
and he licked hers.
We did a double take when an old man ambled slowly into
the room and stepped, with effort, onto the stage. He
was at least seventy, white-haired, and with skin the
color of flour. His penis was shrivelled and, well, it
just hung there, tired-like, as if it had seen better
days, and no doubt it had.
Walking as if his bones were hinged with rusty wire,
the oldster creaked onto the bed and, like a dying
fish, flopped over on his skinny back. Quickly, the boy
crawled over his face and, grinning like an imp, shoved
his large phallus into the toothless mouth of the old
guy.
The girl immediately began playing with the old man's
wrinkled weenie, flopping it back and forth, pinching
it between thumb and forefinger -- doing her best,
applying every trick she knew, to emote him into
erection. But his sex organ remained as soggy as last
month's cigar.
"Come on, Grandpa" she laughed. "Get hard! How can you
fuck my young cunt with a limp rag?"
The old boy couldn't. Finally, the girl began fellatio,
giving the organ little nips and love bites. But that
didn't help either.
The old man, later, muttering to himself (frankly, I
think he was senile) staggered from the room. He was
replaced on the stage by an old woman (about the same
age as the old man; her hair was stringy, snow white,
and her breasts were thin. flabby and with big flat
nipples the color of vamish. Her skin was the gray
color of a corpse and glistened as she practically fell
on the bed.
First the boy took her -- coitus per vagina; then girl,
using a dildo. And be damned if the old has-been didn't
make an effort to move her hips! She actually enjoyed
it! You could tell that! As a climax to the act, the
old girl performed fellatio on the boy as he sat on the
edge of the bed. The girl held his phallus, as the old
dame sucked it methodically.
I suppose the grand finale to the entire sex show was
the 'animal act.' After all, it was a 'circus!' (Dr.
Dextrineholtz laughed loudly at this point in his
story. ) However, I do feel it was poor taste to
include animals with teen-agers. After all, they were
only kids.
After the bed was removed from the stage, two boys
brought in a sort of ramp with steps. We wondered what
it would be used for.
A boy led a hog onto the stage. It was a two hundred-
fifty pounder, at least, and grunted every now and then
-- a rather vicious-looking beast, black in color, with
little eyes and a long snout. My wife, who was a
hillbilly from Southern Illinois, told me it was a
'lard-type' hog and called a 'Poland-China.' But I
wasn't interested in any United Nations at the moment
and neither was anyone else at the time.
The boy led the hog up the steps of the ramp. And the
animal just stood there, looking around, not the least
bit frightened. The boy stood there holding the rope,
the end of which was around the hog's neck.
Another boy, who had been fellated into erection by the
Negress offstage, walked up behind the animal. His
penis was just at the right height, the same level as
the back of the hog.
Easily, but slowly, the boy shoved his penis into the
vagina of the sow and began screwing the animal, his
hands grasping her sides. She glanced around, grunted,
and the boy pounded away, panting and grunting, too! He
enjoyed it and so did the sow.
I heard a woman say, "Now I've seen everything -- those
filthy perverts!"
My wife and I stared. The rest of the audience stared.
"Oh!" the teen-ager yelled. "Oh, sow baby, I'm coming!"
Whether or not the sow did is a moot question.
And before the show was over, five other boys screwed
that sow!
And when they were finished the Negress satisfied the
animal -- and maybe herself -- with cunnilingus! I am
still wondering why one of the girls didn't use a dildo
on the sow! They sure used it enough on each other --
the little whores. I wonder how kids can sink so low!
So young, too!
But if you think sex with a sow was something out of
this world .. . . well the orange-haired bitch bounced
on the stage with a snake coiled on her arm. Uh-huh,
that's what I said -- a snake! It was about three feet
long, a sort of greenish-brown in color and it had a
sort of flat head. Its tongue flicked in and out real
fast. I know the snake wasn't poisonous, not from the
way Orangy handled it -- she wasn't the least bit
afraid of it. And do you know what she did with that
reptile?
She stood with her legs far apart and put the head of
the reptile right into her snatch -- stuck in the snake
at least three or four inches! She'd move it in and out
three or four times and now and then leave it in for a
couple of seconds -- and how she'd giggle!
I guess the tongue of the snake did this to her,
because she said, "OH SATAN BABY, YOUR TONGUE!"
Then she'd do it all over again -- in and out...
pause... in and out... pause.
Every now and then she'd stroke the back of the
reptile's head.
We assumed this gesture kept the snake gentle and
cooperative. She let the snake have intercourse with
her -- I wonder if that's the right word to use in this
case -- for ten minutes or so. It certainly was a wild
thing to see. My wife watched, fascinated, and I
noticed that all the other women in the audience seemed
to be spell-bound by the sight of that snake moving in
and out the vulva of the girl.
Well, at least I could say I had seen a girl fuck -- I
mean screw -- herself with a snake!
Two airedale dogs and an Irish setter were led onto the
stage, their tongues hanging out, as they glanced at
the audience. And I know damn well that those dogs were
trained for their performances.
The Negress got on the stage and flung a quilt and a
half dozen pillows on the floor. While she arranged
them, another girl began masturbating the Irish setter.
The black broad put several pillows where her head
would rest and in the spot where her black butt would
be raised. She lay down and got into position,
spreading her legs, and a girl led the dog into
position. That copper-toned setter knew what the score
was. He sure did. Right away the dog crawled on the
black piece and she helped him, guiding his pointed
peter into her cunny-box. He began banging away on her,
acting like he hadn't had a piece in months. Maybe he
hadn't!
That Irish setter really enjoyed his chocolate mama,
and while he worked her, his paws lying across her
shoulders, she held him with her legs and with her arms
around his waist. That setter did her just like a man
would -- and people in the audience really snapped the
pictures. How they got them developed is a mystery to
me. Remember, this was before the Polaroid. Of course,
I suppose many of them did their own developing or else
knew someone who did.
About this time, another girl, rather short and dark-
haired and with the cutest little ass I've ever seen --
I guess she was about fourteen -- strapped on a small
dildo and actually tried to have anal relations with
the setter. But she couldn't get the imitation peter
in. She stopped very suddenly when the animal stopped
his screw movements and turned and growled at her. But
you couldn't blame the dog for not wanting to be jammed
in the can with a rubber or leather phallus. I
certainly wouldn't want to be.
A man sitting next to me nudged me in the ribs. "S'help
me, I think that's a lousy way to treat a dog. By God!
It's indecent!"
Later, we didn't think so much of the Irish setter. He
was a 'one-shot' dog -- seems kinda silly saying that
about a dog! After he finished with the Negress the
naked kids tried to get him to do Orange-hair, but he
simply wasn't interested. Several of the girls
masturbated him and toyed with his testicles, but...
they finally had to give up and lead him off the stage.
One might say that the setter was sexually satiated.
Two other girls rearranged the pillows and then lay
down, spreading their slim young legs. I must confess I
now had an enormous erection. I especially would have
liked to have taken on the Negress right then.
The airedales didn't have to be shown what to do;
immediately they trotted between the girls legs and
began licking and nuzzling their sweet little vulvas.
The boys crawled over the girls and began having oral-
intercourse with them. In my opinion, all those girls
must have had very sore mouths.
After the boys had their orgasms, they got off the
girls, and the girls got on their knees and elbows.
Each boy spread the ass-cheeks of his girl, letting the
dogs lick their red-eyes. All the while the gals
giggled and squirmed.
The audience wiggled too. I gathered from observing the
anxious faces around me that the women were about ready
to explode, as sexually excited as they could possibly
get -- including my wife, whom I satisfied with hard
and vigorous intercourse after we returned to the
hotel.
What did I think of the Sex Circus. Well, it certainly
was unusual. And watching it did give me and Marie
ideas for new combinations. I don't mean with animals,
of course. That's just plain nasty. But to each his
own, I always say. If a man wants to fuck a sow or a
woman get sucked by a dog -- that's their business --
as long as the animals don't mind."
Analysis and Conclusions:
A point that the average sexologist misses is that the
Circus of Sex serves as a subtle medium of conditioned
response in those who have watched human beings cavort
in seance-a-trois -- with or without animals. As we
have seen, there must be a subtle depravity that
inroads itself insidiously into the Id of those who, in
the first place, would put themselves into such a
position. Moral fibre cannot help but be weakened in
even normal persons of normally-directed sexual
motivation -- even those who, out of sheer curiosity,
go but once to a circus. That once is often enough to
cause a slow, festering cancer in the subconscious,
giving the ruthless Id the chance it seeks to overpower
the Super-ego.
We must ask: can any individual be sexually normal who
attends such a perverted circus -- regardless of
whether the show involves human/animal relationships?
An analysis of the sex drives of those in attendance
would no doubt be as interesting as an intensive probe
of the amorality of those who actually participate.
We do know that a number of on-lookers are active and
latent scoptophiliacs, or, in the vulgar... "Peep
Freaks"... and/or active or latent homosexuals. But how
many are latent bestialists? There is really no way of
knowing, the given number of any given group resting,
out of sheer necessity, on sheer speculation; and it is
not wise to speculate, even mildly, in the realm of
sex.
The number might be larger than what one might think,
if we could use as a yardstick of measurement the
behavior of the observers who watch a circus;
unfortunately such "evidence" is non sequitur and not
admissible in the sexual court of inquiry we are
currently conducting. People might be depraved -- and
the word is open to debate as used here -- but we must
remember there are different forms of degeneracy.
One addicted to oral intercourse does not have to be
caught in the net of bestiality. Nor does a homosexual
-- active or latent. Nor a woman who prefers fellatio
or anal-erotic activity. "To each his own" truly
applies here. Where do we draw that so-thin line? We
draw it by saying that while the spectator of a sex
circus might be suffering from a sexual neurosis, he
does not have to have the illness of even latent
bestiality.
We have mentioned the Stag Party in order that no
confusion exist between this relatively innocent
amusement form and the totally different Circus; while
the former is a spring shower, the latter is a raging
hurricane. The student of these complex matters might
wonder why respectable men, a doctor... a
schoolteacher... a businessman, etc. -- might attend
such a Stag. We suggest, from our own observations and
conclusions, that it is all a throwback to the
primitive... the gathering of the males while woman
stays home and takes care of kitchen and children. At
least in theory, that is what a woman is supposed to
do...
The male going to the Stag is actually looking for a
kind of moral companionship. Favoring the sexy and the
bawdy, his is a furtive, lonely kind of titillation.
He goes to sublimate his guilt feelings. And any
product of Christian moral philosophy, noble in its aim
but unrealistic in practice, methods and end results...
perhaps because Christianity insists on making men
something they are not and never can be. A noble state
that can be reached only by those fanatics content to
replace facts and reality with hysterical faith.
In general, normally-oriented people go to exhibitions
of sex for the same reason: to sublimate their
subconscious feelings of guilt, and any product of
Western moral philosophy must have a feeling of guilt.
This is evidenced in their coarse behavior at such
gatherings, in their remarks which are not vulgar in
the sense that the people who voice such remarks are
deliberately trying to be obscene -- no! They are
merely removing the conditioned masks of their moral
personas, revealing to each other their real selves...
the sexual savage slumbering in all of us.
Such an aborigine of the libido even dwelt in the
"Saints." We cite here the case of Christian Ebner, who
(in the twelfth century) imagined her self to have
conceived a child by Christ after being embraced
"spiritually" by Him. This "saint" cut a cross of skin
over the region of her heart and tore it off -- all of
which sufficiently demonstrates her sexual desire
manifesting itself not only in delusions but in
conscious masochism.
There was St. Blaubekin, who became obsessed with the
thought of what had happened to the foreskin of Christ
after it had been removed by circumcision. This sexual
psychopath ran all over Europe looking for it -- an
effort that was indeed wasted, for no fewer than twelve
churches in Europe -- to this very day -- possess,
among their sacred relics, the prepuce of Jesu Christi!
But this should not surprise us, not when we learn that
until 1876 five churches possessed the five skulls of
John the Baptist.
Today, Notre Dame in Paris has one -- but of course,
the Vatican has the "true" skull.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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