Archive-name: Places/analcirc.txt
Archive-author: R.L.Smith
Archive-title: Anal Sex Circus


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 here $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 bedsheet, 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 titglobes 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.