1970’s Afghanistan
Tuesday, August 31, 2021
Looks mighty different from today...
Second Avenue at St. Marks Place, facing west. 1979 photo by Bruce C. Bergmann
3 Ave E 10 St
Saul Leiter Untitled, New York City c.1955
My "100 Whores" is about the whores of 3 Ave--scroll down
Gazing at Liberty
A woman gazes out at the Statue of Liberty from the deck of a ferry, undated photograph
S Klein Department Store
Union Square looking east along 14th Street from University Place, February 1954.
And today, Aug 2011
Monday, August 30, 2021
New Taxi Driver, Robert DeNiro?
Taxicab driver at the wheel with two passengers, NYC, 1956
Photo: Diane Arbus
Sunday, August 29, 2021
How many times did I pass the statue of Garibaldi?
December 1941. “New York. Children playing in Washington Square.”
Photo by Edwin Rosskam for the Office of War Information.
Grant's Bar
Times Square New York 1957 Photo: Harold Feinstein
Grant's used to be one of my favorite drinking places in the 1960s...
Another boring work day...
On a ferry in New York Harbor, looking at lower Manhattan, 1950
Alfred Eisenstaedt
Musician Louis Armstrong with neighborhood kids
Musician Louis Armstrong with neighborhood kids in Queens. New York, 1965.
By John Loengard
Woman on 5th Avenue, New York City, November, 1961
Larry Fink
Woman on 5th Avenue, New York City, November, 1961
U.N. in the Making, 1952
Dylan with Johnny Cash Backstage, NJ, 1965
Dylan with Johnny Cash Backstage, NJ, 1965
Photo: Daniel Kramer
Rainy Times Square, Manhattan, NYC, 1969
Rainy Times Square, Manhattan, NYC, 1969
Photo: Chester Higgins
Thursday, August 5, 2021
A Sucker for the Circus
In the 1990s I was employed by Cirque de Soliel and Big Apple Circus as roustabout, the work was very painful and tiresome but in the end I knew first hand what being a clown meant, literally! Still, it was great fun, can't deny that...
A Sucker for the Circus
By Mick Mykola Dementiuk
Chapter 1
I had always been a petty thief. Ever since I was little, I always stole things that belonged to someone else. My mother would bring me to the park so she could chat and gossip with some friends, but I'd look around me and instantly swipe a toy, a spinning top or a little car that someone was playing with.
Anything that belonged to another and could easily fit in my pocket I would quickly snatch it out of sight. I'd then would stand there appearing so innocent, slightly disturbed that my play was interrupted.
Much later, as the years went past, it would progress to bigger and larger things, a stolen carton of cigarettes, a swiped leather jacket, a snatched purse, and I'd be gone. Running, too, became my life. Running and thieving. Thieving stirred my emotions and made me feel alive. Running increased my need to steal. Just as people have to eat in order to survive, I have to steal for the same reason. Of course, that got me in deep trouble, deeper than I wanted to be in. Trouble deep enough I couldn't get out of…
Chapter 2
My troubles started easily enough that day. I had wandered the streets seeking an easy mark, but everyone I passed seemed too careful or alert to be stolen from so easily. On the west side of town, I came to a park and playground, easy to get in and out of in a hurry.
Looking at the mothers sitting with their kids nearby, I eyed each one to see if any of them casually set their purses or bags carelessly down. I took an end seat on a bench near the entrance.
Then I saw her, an out-of-place elderly woman, and a man sitting together. I don't know what it was about the man—he seemed slightly familiar, but I kept my eyes upon the woman. Still, they seemed better dressed than the usual mothers about the place. They chatted a bit and I saw the man pass something—an envelope—over to her, which she opened then placed it in her purse.
My eyes went wide. Did I see what I had just seen? Or was it my hungry imagination? Was the spark of a green color unmistakably money? I shook my head. But it was a thick small envelope, definitely holding easy money…
The man stood up and with a nod, started walking away. The woman also rose and began walking in the opposite direction, which would've made her pass where I was sitting.
I instantly went into hyper-nervousness. Step by step, she was coming closer, and step by step the man was walking away. I was grateful that she was elderly. It would be easy to snatch her purse and flee. In fact, I noticed, she was holding the purse loosely by its straps and walking so easily in my direction. It would be a snap… Then I recognized who she was—Mrs. Carbona—and that man she was with, was her son, Fat Vinnie, who controlled the entire West Side part of town. Shit! You steal from them and you might as well be planning your own funeral because that certainly would be the last thing you ever stole from anyone.
I stood up, took two steps toward her, approaching, slightly bending down and at the exact moment, easily grabbing the purse from her and fleeing in the other direction, where Fat Vinnie had disappeared just some seconds ago. However, just as I ran out of the park, there stood Fat Vinnie talking with still another man. Fat Vinnie saw me bolting past him, clutching at the purse. He quizzically peered at me, then turning back to his mother. I turned red. Fat Vinnie recognized me, though he didn't know what I had just done. Then he saw his mother taking a few steps, screeching and waving her arms. Fat Vinnie stared at me and started toward me, but he was much too fat. I ran and disappeared on the city streets.
Chapter 3
Damn, am I screwed. What a moron! Now I was as good as dead. Moron, moron, moron, that’s what I was.
I ran a few blocks and slowed my pace, glancing behind me. No one came after me, the street was quiet and still. I flicked open the bag, easily opened an envelope and saw the pile of bills. I went faint. My God, it was crisp new one hundred dollar bills about two or three thousand. I looked around, biting my lower lip. If Fat Vinnie recognized me and found out what I had just done, he certainly would send his boys out to get me. In New York City, as big as it was, it would be a snap for Fat Vinnie's boys to find me. I lost my taste for the money. How many thousands there were now, meant nothing to me, I was a goner. I searched through the empty purse and stuffed the envelope with bills in my jacket pocket, setting the purse down on the street. I headed uptown, walking quickly, but constantly kept looking behind me, very afraid of what I had done and what I was walking toward.
Chapter 4
Around 42nd Street, on about 12th Avenue, facing the Hudson River, near the Circle Line boat cruising piers, I saw that workers were assembling a tent. Must be for concerts and musicals, I thought. I saw that the crew had just hoisted up a part of the tent and people walking in and out of a large trailer nearby. I hardly went this far uptown and couldn't imagine what they were doing. I asked a man coming out of a trailer what was going on.
“Jobs for the circus,” he answered. “There's still many left over. You should try it,” he blinked one eye at me and went on his way.
I thought a moment and mumbled to myself, “I could always run away with the circus, that's a good way out.”
I went in to apply and filled out an application for a job. It was easy and a snap. In the bad economic times the city was in, every job was pretty open even if you had no experience. As long as I was willing to put in many hours at work and help out the circus in its pier run, they would hire me.
Skip, the muscular roustabout chief, announced, “We have room for a few other men who are willing to stay with us on the road. The hours are long, the work is tough, but I promise you'll have a great time working for us. I can guarantee you of that.” He then winked at the new crew and continued, “I'll show you the trailers where we live. Eight left, so pick a good one.”
The circus would stay in town for roughly four months, early October to late January, then pull up stakes and hit the open road to New Orleans. Wow, I thought, New Orleans. I‟d really like that! They would travel to the West Coast, California and a few other western cities, coming back through the Midwest, Chicago and other places, finally making it back to New York, one year later.
What could be better? Disappear in New Orleans or maybe California. Man, I’d sure stay with them.
Anyway, I liked the notion of the circular mode of travel. It showed that I was free and that's what I wanted to be. No ties, no chains, free as a bird…or at least one that wasn't running or flying away from something.
Chapter 5
Skip was an old timer maybe in his 40s, which meant he was pretty old in the circus world. The roustabout work relied on youth, daring, and courage, since you had to climb up and hoist heavy equipment maybe three or four stories. Skip had done it all—from setting up a tent with generators, building stage sets for the show, supervising countless crews—to the point that the old bones of his were broken one too many times. As they'd slowly heal, a new chore of a job would break them once again. He walked not only with a limp, but twisted in pain and soreness. He reminded me of how my old man used to walk from his heavy demolition work, tearing down old buildings. A day of labor meant a night of drunkenness and exhausting sleep. No way did I want that for me, yet, a circus job meant a way out and I certainly needed that.
Skip introduced me to Terry, whom we would be sharing a bunk. Terry was from the Deep South, Alabama. There were a lot of Gollies, Yeps and Y'alls, in his conversation and to someone who grew up in New York, it sounded very odd and funny. It seemed like after every sentence one or the other words would appear, Geesus, or Gollie. I had never heard those sounds as often as I heard them that night, Gollie!
Around ten PM I was awakened from my sleep by hearing Terry mumble to himself, “I think I hear Miss Special moving about, he he!” I could hear him smirking. “Who the hell else wears heels in the circus?”
He leaned up from his cot, bustling to the clear plastic window and raised a curtain. “Sheet, it‟s her alright,” he claimed and rubbed himself between his legs, smacking his lips.
I quietly also lowered myself from the cot and peered out of the bunk doorway. Terry moved aside, and in the distance, I made a white sleeveless turtleneck moving along the path by the trailers.
“She's sure in heat,” Terry whispered, “and that's for sure.”
I focused on the figure. At that moment, she turned and gazed in my direction. My mouth dropped open. Those were the largest breasts I had ever seen! Even in the dim darkness, they were probably 44, 45, 46, or bigger. How could she stand up and walk as briskly as she did, and in red shiny high heels? She disappeared in the shadows.
“Who is she?” I asked, wiping my mouth.
“Miss Special—Big Top Circus, herself,” Terry snorted. “And with her, it's a very Big Top, if you know what I mean.” He chuckled and climbed back to his cot. “But y'all, be careful.” He smirked, drawing the blankets up his chest. “She's the boss's daughter.”
It grew very still. I crawled up to my cot, but below heard the thumping sounds beneath me. Was Terry probably jerking off? I quietly did the same, rubbing myself into the mattress and thinking of her pounding red high heels. I fell asleep.
Chapter 6
In the next few days I learned firsthand just how heavy circus roustabout work really was— exhausting as hell, steady lifting and hauling, with constant re-lifting and hauling again, plus with the added eternal little things, like painting and repainting, re-shelving and redoing. Just these chores already drained and spent me even before I started doing the monotonous toil the next day. What the hell had I gotten myself into? I thought. I considered fleeing the first few days, but came out of the circus area very nervous and paranoid. Every passerby resembled Fat Vinnie and his goons, all just waiting to take my head off. I bit my lips and stealthily snuck back into the enclosed circus grounds. Good thing it was a fenced-in area.
The work may have been very strenuous and exhausting, but the food was delicious! It was something out of heaven, which was a wonder to me since I never ate that good in my entire life. My rooming house had been a flop pad on 3rd Street—a tiny cubby room just big enough to hold a bed with a walking space from the door to a curtain-less window. All night long, I would hear the drunken tenants gagging, puking, and fighting. It was a wonder just to be away from that God forsaken dump.
But most of all, in the next few days, I finally got a chance to see big-titted high-heeled Miss Special Sheila Humphrey, or as Terry called her, Miss Hump-a-lot, at least that was his secret name for her. Last year, she was their star attraction in horse riding, one that brought the crowds in, but this year, for personal reasons, she was taking some time off. Terry shrugged and mentioned a possible growth on her chest area.
“If it's a growth, then it's cancer.” He shrugged and chuckled. “Or maybe Miss Hump-a-lot's tits are getting bigger. One never knows, do one?” He then winked and rubbed his crotch.
On a Thursday after work while sitting in the cafeteria trailer and eating a delicious helping of Shepherd's Pie, in walked Miss Special, big-titted and red high-heeled dream queen I'd been hearing daily and rubbing myself nightly for almost a week. My face turned red, probably as red as the shiny high-heeled shoes she wore. Her face had a spark of warmth and hunger at the same time. I think it was sexual longing, but what do I know? Miss Special, being Skip's, the circus owner's daughter, came and went as she pleased. She smiled at the crew and got herself a helping of Shepherd's Pie, going to a corner toward a table I was sitting at that had an empty seat. The silence of the lunchroom was incredible. All eyes were on her as she removed her denim jacket showing off a sleeveless light purple turtleneck. Her breasts were big, in the upper 30s and not the 40s I'd imagined them to be. You could've heard a proverbial pin drop when Lenny, a circus old-timer, asked, “Hey, Sheila, how you like being in the real Big Top, New York?”
“It's all right,” she answered, taking a bite and chewing. “Been here, done that.”
“Yeah,” someone muttered, with a lisping voice. “Sheila's seen it all.”
Sheila turned around and snorted at the speaker. “With a gay pervert like you?” she asked. “Well, no thanks.”
“Aw, Sheila, don't say that. You know I love you.”
Sheila snorted. “Sure you do, Toby, you little twit. Now be a good boy and get out of here. Go to your Forty Second Street movie theaters down the street because that's about the only sex you can get anyway. Isn't that where you disappear every night?”
Toby smirked and shook his head, disappearing from the cafeteria trailer. By then, many of the circus crew had also faded to their bunks and their nightly bottles of alcohol. There were only three of us remaining in the lunch trailer.
“You're new,” Sheila said, turning to me. “I know guys talk a lot about me. Don't listen to them.” She glanced at Terry. “What did you tell him about me, that I'm a sexual freak, is that it?”
A flustered Terry defended himself. “You know I would never do that. You're our family. What's in the family stays in the family.” Terry winked at me and remarked to Sheila, “He's new, takes time to earn his wings.” He winked at her. “Randy, this is Sheila, you know, the Miss Special, I told you about.”
Sheila sat there studying me then turned to Terry. “I can imagine what you said,” and turning back to me followed with, “Anyway, welcome to the family, kid. We know how to care for our kind.” She then winked at me.
I winked back at her. It's tough being the boss's daughter, I suppose, around a crew of men like we were— dirty, tired, incredibly horny. Sheila sat there nibbling on her food as I sat, hungrily craving to be in the folds of her turtleneck, my eyes squeezing and caressing her luscious bosom. The bitch knows what was going on, I thought, lusting at her, as she sat smiling to herself. Man, it’s even more amazing that she sat without being screwed by the lot of us!
“You're new,” she repeated, “but I've seen you around.”
I froze. “Where did you see me?” I asked, looking around the almost vacant dining room.
“On the site. You're part of the crew.”
I breathed out, relieved. “That's right. Learning my ropes, you could say.”
“Hmm, that's interesting,” she replied, her eyes beaming at me. “Learning the ropes…”
Later I found out that Miss Special had a thing with ropes. Besides riding horses, she would perform magic acts while being tied up like Houdini. Still, her large breasts were her main attraction. Tied up with her arms behind her and her huge breasts sticking out before her, that's a sight I certainly would like to have seen.
“Make sure, that you learn to tie the correct way. Don't want to place a knot in the wrong area, do we?” she stressed, winking at me, as she left the cafeteria.
I eyed Terry, who sat there, shaking his head. “I wouldn‟t want to touch that one with a ten foot pole. No sirree…”
Chapter 7
The circus opened on time for its gala showing with a sell-out crowd climbing the bleacher seats for their entertainment. As usual, the crew who had built up the tent from the bottom up now served as the seat attendants and ushers wearing drum major uniforms showing the patrons to their seats. It wasn't as physically demanding as the set-up work, but my guilt and paranoia returned. Working with crowds made me alert and ready to jump at any moment.
Since I had no experience in dealing with the people, it was decided I stand at the tent that had the bathroom trailer, a short, five steps up and then an easy five steps down. My position was to be there with my uniform jacket and direct the women—men had another trailer at the opposite end—to the stairway going to the restroom. An easy job at that, busy at the opening, almost overwhelming at intermission and faintly busy after closing as the crowds thinned out and disappeared.
During the circus performance, I was to close off the restroom stairs and do a quick cleaning-up of the restroom before the crowd came out again at the end. As the show began, I clattered up the five-step stairway and entered the female facility. As usual, it was heavily scented with remnants of hair spray, and wafts of perfume from the earlier female visits. I breathed in heavily. Mmm, that was always a pleasant scent and always gave me an erection. I rubbed myself faintly and then shook my head as if coming to, and proceeded to hurry up and clean the napkins dropped so carelessly on the floor about the restroom.
Then I heard the sound of female high heels clatter up the restroom stairway. Damn, I mentally cursed. I was sure I’d set the Closed barricade up.
I gazed at the door swinging open, getting ready to order the intruder to not come in. It was Miss Special…Sheila. She appeared beautiful in her pink turtleneck, which only served to exaggerate the size of her high breasts. They bulged out much larger and greater than they did when I'd seen them a few days ago. I instantly went erect at the sight of them.
“Oh, hi,” Miss Special exclaimed, turning red. “Didn't know you were going to be here…I thought Penny was doing the ladies‟ room.”
“No,” I answered, shaking my head and avoiding looking at her. “They put me in charge. She's at the other tent.” I shrugged. “It's not as busy in the Men's Room.”
Sheila studied me. “Curious,” she muttered. “A guy doing the ladies‟ room and a girl doing the men's. Interesting, isn't it?”
I turned red and she smiled at me, going to a cubical and shutting the door behind her. All I wanted to do was take my cock out and give myself a solid beating. Damn big-titted bitch. I needed a good jerk-off session, which I happened to be doing every time I saw her on the lot, followed by a super cuming afterward.
Then I heard a swift hiss of her peeing. Hissss…
Oh God! I wanted to fall apart or else burst through the bathroom and shove my cock in her mouth.
Hissss… It sounded again. I dropped the mop I had been clutching so tightly to my chest. I bent down to retrieve the mop and heard the flush of her toilet tank. I glanced at the tops of her red shoes moving in the stall as she pulled her pants back up her legs. I gripped the mop's handle and straightened up as she pushed the cubicle door open. I was embarrassed as she noticed me. She walked to the sinks and I saw her pink blouse had droplets of moisture she carelessly splashed on herself. My penis jerked upward.
“What's your name, again?” she asked, brushing her hands with a napkin. “I always forget.”
“Randy,” I mumbled, hoping she didn't see my erection bulging in my pants.
She leered at me and focused on the erection I was so uselessly trying to hide, then shrugged and sighed. She flung the napkin in the garbage can I had just emptied.
“I'll remember that.” She winked. “Randy.” She then left the restroom.
Oh, God, I thought, as I made sure the Closed sign was in place and proceeded to give myself a quick and decent jerking off in the stall she had just exited. I wanted my hands on her tits, rubbing, caressing, and stroking the way they now stroked and beat my cock. Whomp, whomp, whomp…
Chapter 8
About a week later, at an evening's performance, I spied Fat Vinnie's brother Sal, with his wife and their two little kids entering the portion of the tent set aside for using the restrooms. I froze. I was wearing my drum major's uniform ready to direct the people where they had to go. Sal focused on me as if he knew me, grinning while nodding his head. He continued smoking his cigar as his wife went off with the two little kids. I got out of that part of the tent and went to the other. Man, this was too close for comfort. Someone could easily bump me off. Time to get away from here, and fast, too! Get on a bus and go somewhere, anywhere but New York City.
The show was over anyway, and I bustled over to my trailer where I picked up an old jacket someone had given me as too small for their bulky size, yet, on me, it fit perfectly. Big Top Circus it read in the back. I went outside and zippered up since the nights were getting cooler and the winter would soon be shivering upon us.
I walked along the trail, past the trailers about to easily leave the fenced in area when I heard someone say, “Lookin‟ for someone?”
I instantly froze. The feminine voice was familiar, but in the darkness that covered us, it could have been anyone. I really didn't know who owned certain trailers, there were so many of them. I stopped and hinted, “Only if you're lost, sweetie,” trying to discern who it could be. In the darkness, I winked an eye certainly knowing that the gesture was useless. Who could see me winking at them in the darkness?
Whoever it was, I approached. I heard them cough nearby. I squinted and tried to focus on them. My God, it was big titted, Miss Special, Sheila! I wasn't looking for her, but sure am glad she let herself be found.
My plans of fleeing away that night just frizzled out when I recognized her in the half-lit darkness. She had been sitting along the trailer path and just staring at people as they disappeared in the lights further along 42nd Street. She didn't say anything more but just sat there studying me.
“Hey, how's it going?” I nervously asked.
She shrugged. “Not bad.”
“Is this your trailer?” I asked, eyeing the trailer behind her.
“Uh huh,” she replied, rocking her legs and dangling one red shoe by her toes. She was sitting on a wooden plank that was set up from her trailer down to the sidewalk. She used it for entering or leaving the trailer. It also kept the upper part dry during the rains. She was leaning back on the plank and holding her arms on each side of her, using the arms as a level to lean back on. Her big breasts stood out impressively before her, as if someone had placed something big and heavy there. I swallowed again, my mouth open in confusion, certain that the shoe would fall off.
“Mine's at the other side,” I muttered, scratching my head.
“I know. You're crew…roustabout.”
The way she had muttered it—slow and deep voiced, roustabout—seemed to imply another meaning to the word, as if this was a game we were playing and the roles and parts hadn't been decided yet…
I approached the plank she was sitting on. From her position, she was probably waist- high to me. Ideal position to give out a blow-job.
“I was just wandering about. Thought I'd go see movie, there's one nearby here, I think.”
She shrugged. “This is Forty Second Street by the river, there's also many down on Broadway,” nodding to Broadway five, six blocks away.
I bit my lip. “You wanna go and see one. My treat?”
She gazed at me for a moment. “Sure,” she said, adjusting the dangling shoe on her foot. “I'd like that, but do you mind if we take Ludmila also?”
Ludmila was the circus hula-hoop girl, an émigré from the Soviet Union, putting 20 or more hoops around her and spinning them from her face down to her toes. Her show was a treat and the last one of the night's spectacle, one that they stressed and advertised most everywhere they had a poster.
“I don't mind.” I shrugged, rubbing my crotch. “Bring her along.”
Chapter 9
I was twenty years old and had hardly ever been with women. I got laid once or twice, but that was pretty futile, wasting my money on a whore who simply farted a few times and pushed me off her, squelching, I’m done! What could I do but roll off her?
A few times, I'd get a hand-job from some gay man prowling about in a Times Square movie house. The thrill and excitement were there as I'd twist and squirm in pleasure, but flee from the man and that movie house afterward. Sex with a woman meant only one thing, fleeting sexual pleasure, which I never got anyway. With a man, well, I don‟t know what it meant, but I didn't do that very often.
But as I walked with Miss Special and Ludmila to the movies, I thought to myself, I'm circus people now, rules are very different for me. Miss Special smiled back at me and the three of us entered the theater. We got some popcorn and sodas, taking three seats near the front, because I Miss Special's eyes were bad and she had to sit up close, otherwise just a mass of colors would appear to her. Ludmila and I didn't care. In fact, I'd sit anywhere Miss Special wanted as long as I was close to her, so I was happy.
The film was a popular romance about a widowed President falling for his female secretary. A so-so comedy that brought lovers in, each one sitting with the guy's arm around the female as they gazed at the screen up above them. As we ate our popcorn and drank our sodas, watching the film, it was inevitable that the side of my arm brushed against Miss Special's arm. She had removed her jacket and sat in her sleeveless turtleneck—red this time, nibbling on her popcorn one by one. Ludmila sat in the other seat next to her. Miss Special's huge breasts loomed before her and the two of them giggled throughout, whispering to each other and making snide comments about the movie actors.
I don't know what it is, but seeing lovers kissing, hugging, and making woo, as the actors were doing, always makes me squirm and feel very uncomfortable. When Miss Special finished her popcorn—I was already finished with mine— she wiped her hands and her fingers, then reached for mine, entwining them tightly with my own. I suddenly felt afraid, but very good, too. I smiled at her, she smiled back and I saw that her other hand was now entwined with Ludmila's, holding and gently squeezing each hand she held on to. I felt my erection growing in my pants.
The film ended and I limped outside with them. My hard dick, with my own nervousness and uneasiness, made me miss out a lot of the film, and their movements throughout the movie, scratching of a head, rubbing a thigh, coughing a few times that I had to look to see if they were doing it to themselves. I know that girls go out with other girls and pretend to be lovers. However, if I had been paying attention to them instead of concentrating on my misreading of the situation, things would certainly be a lot clearer. As it was, I was lost in my own confusion.
“You want to get something to eat?” Miss Special asked outside. “I'm famished.”
“Sure,” I responded, “but I know the food trailers is closed by now. You know of a place?”
She smirked. “Around here? Sure. That cafeteria back at the circus, you gotta get there pretty early to get a good meal. Come late and you're out of it.”
As we walked, she took my arm and held herself close to me. I know she was holding Ludmila by the other arm. Miss Special told us she'd been traveling with the circus since childhood, her mom—the Lady of the Circus as she was called, a kinky big breasted act, but very popular at the time—passed away when she was a little girl and she never could stand and follow in her mother's shoes.
“Mom was big breasted woman, too,” she said, turning to Ludmila who was turning red at my gaping at her. “She was a popular act just for that reason. Always had sell-out crowds. I never understood her popularity. Men can be such crude animals.”
I laughed. “I can tell you why. Men are men and big-breasted women are their dream. They would do anything for one.”
We came to a small sandwich place. Miss Special grinned at me. “Would you,” she asked, smirking at me but eyeing me very closely, “just to be with one?
“Yes, I would. I'd do anything for a big breasted woman?”
A smile played about her lips. “Hey, Ludy, baby, you think he may be the one.”
“Uh huh,” Ludmila stared at me, and speaking in her Slavic accent, “Yes, I think so, but he not know much. You teach him, yes?”
Miss Special looked at me and bit her bottom lip. “He'll learn. Might be a very good student at that, but we'll soon find out.”
Now what the hell were they talking about? I wondered, as we got our sandwiches and ate. I followed them back to the circus grounds.
Chapter 10
They had their arms in the crux of my elbows when Terry saw us. He smirked and said, “Randy, two fella‟s been asking questions about you. Looked like those mean New York gangster types, you know what I mean?”
I froze, going pale, almost in shock.
“What you tell him?” I asked, frightened and scared.
“Told him you're not here.” He shrugged. “What you wanna with them?”
“Nothing,” I answered back. “They saw our trailers? They know where I live?”
Terry shrugged again. “I told them to get off the property. They was going to wait for you by the trailers, but I told them, no.”
“Shit!” I blurted.
Miss Special and Ludmila looked at each other. Terry studied the three of us.
“I can't stay here. I'm going to have to leave and fast, too.” I mumbled as if to myself, “Damn, they found me.”
“Stay with me,” Miss Special said with a shrug, again squeezing my arm. “I got enough room.”
“Yeah,” Terry brightened, a glint in his eye as he winked at me. “Stay with her, until we find out what's going on, eh?”
I focused at them in the darkness and nodded my head. “Okay,” I added, hoping we knew what we were doing. We left Terry and I followed Ludmila and Miss Special to her small trailer.
Chapter 11
In the trailer, I blurted out what was going on, that I'd stolen money and now they had found me or at least found where I had disappeared to.
“Oh, big deal,” Miss Special stressed, mixing us a drink which I think we all could use. “Lots of guys can't go back to where they came from…isn't that right, Ludmila?”
Ludmila nodded. “Da,” speaking the word yes in her native Russian, “Many, many guys.” She shrugged. “I hate Soviet Union, she hate me. She hate everybody, but everybody hate her, too, yes?”
We nodded and took our drinks—vodka screwdrivers all around—and they looked at me. I took a sip and the words just flowed from me. I talked about my past, my present, and all the thieving that I did, thinking I was doomed to live that way until I got to the circus. In all the weeks I had been here, not one object was missing. Yet, here I was, a sworn helpless thief who couldn't stop. I could do nothing about my thieving past, but the circus seemed to have given me an honest, open future. I didn't want to go back to that thieving existence anymore.
I faced them. They were studying each other.
“So why don't you stay with us?” repeated Miss Special, turning her eyes on Ludmila, who shrugged and nodded. “I know you need a place, now, but if you found such a place, then why leave it?”
“Da, you be big fool you go out there.” Ludmila shook her head. “Big mistake.”
I gently nodded biting my lips. “I know this is where I belong.” I swallowed my drink.
“Welcome home, honey, where you belong,” Miss Special grinned, winking at me. I winked back at her and took another screwdriver. Ludmila stood watching us.
Chapter 12
Ludmila left in a short bit. “Must do show. Must have sleep.” She disappeared to her trailer down the row. I was alone with Miss Special. What a strange night this had been. I had felt rejected and shunned, but now I felt myself in a protective home.
Miss Special turned away from me but shyly said, “We all have something to hide. You and Ludmila… And I do, too.”
She lowered her head and didn't look at me.
“I don't care what it is, you're precious to me. You mean everything to me, now.”
She looked at me. “You mean that?”
I nodded my head. “Very much so…”
“C'mere, baby.” She held her arms out to me.
I approached and watched her breasts getting so much bigger. All evening, I'd been thinking of just that—her breasts in my hands as our bodies moved in sync with each other.
I melted in her caresses. Falling into her breasts was as if I was falling into a warm pool of water while her arms are holding me, the soft waves gently stroking and lavishing our bodies together, tweaking her big breasts through the turtleneck. All the fear and confusion melted away. I was hers. I pushed myself up from her and her hands instantly went to the bulge that was in my pants. In an instant, she lowered the zipper and reached in…right when there came a banging on the door.
“Sheila, open up!” a voice called. “It's me, Dad.” The pounding sounded again.
Miss Special and I pounced off the bed.
“Wait up!” she called out. “Just a second…” She straightened her turtleneck, and went to open the front door.
Dad, who went by the name of Skip, stood there looking like the gruff man he always was. To on-lookers, his body stance was scary at first, but I quickly found out that underneath the appearance was a gentle tender man. His position as head circus roughneck-roustabout just made him seem rough and crude. He saw me standing by her bed in her trailer.
“Well, well, speaking of the devil.” He chuckled and leaned over to get Miss Special-Sheila's kiss at the side of his check. “The whole circus has been talking about you. Good that you're here.”
“What's happened, Dad?” Miss Special asked.
Dad rubbed his face. “A few of the boys are walking the perimeter to find to find out if anything's wrong. But too many guys were asking about you.” He turned to his daughter. “Don't worry, baby, you're safe here.” He then gave her another peck on the cheek, then turning to me. “You stay here till I come and get you. If it's Carbona's boys, I'll get together with him. You do something bad to him?”
“No,” I whispered, very embarrassed, “but his mother. I stole from her.”
He winced and mumbled, “Damn, that's no good.”
But how did he know Carbona? I thought
“Anyway, just stay here, in the trailer.”
He nodded and went back outside.
Miss Special stood with her arms crossed as if waiting for something. She loosened her hair and shyly gazed at me. No matter my trouble, the longing hovered in her eyes.
“You wanna go back to what we were doing?” she finally asked. “Or you want to keep worrying?”
My eyes widened. “Damn right, I wanna be with you!” I answered, disbelieving what she just asked. Having her in my arms and lying on her bed was heaven to me. I took a few steps to her.
“No, stay where you are…just look…”
She stood with her breasts before her and slowly raised her blouse. I love the sound of the shimmering cloth being removed. In my magical image of a woman, that's what she was doing, removing her clothes. She raised the turtleneck, revealing the large bra holding the mystical breasts. My mouth was open, my lips drooling. I couldn't wait to get my hands and mouth on those meaty breasts, the beautiful round orbs. If this was manna from heaven I certainly was about to enter paradise.
She hungrily focused on me and with both hands, reached behind her to unclasp the bra. Oh God, the movement made the breasts seem much larger and bigger. She freed herself and moved her arms out of the shoulder straps, but still covering her breasts. I had seen movies with half nude women standing with their hands to their breasts as if this was a universal motion that, as a man, I could never comprehend. However, I knew I would never understand women.
“Have a good look,” she said, rather nervously, then removing her hands from covering the breasts.
My mouth dropped open, not believing what I was seeing. The breasts were just that, beautiful erotic skin appendages, bulbous and very big that stood up from her chest, but under them, as if covering them for protection stood out two images of a male scrotum, penis and balls, one under each tit and slowly pushing the breasts upwards and growing very erect. My God, what was I seeing? Talk about circus freaks, this certainly was one. Had she been born with these defects, because it certainly was that? A woman with two breasts, but also two penises directly underneath and poking and pushing upwards, and holding the breasts out, as they were quickly stiffening, getting hard and harder, just like male cocks. I stared openmouthed.
She shook her head. “You don't like what you see, I take it?”
She reached under one breast and pulled the cock skin back on one, revealing the open cock head then did the same to the other, both rather stiffly and erect as though they were ready to be inserted into a cunt. I stood there stunned, disbelieving what I was seeing.
“But how can that be?” I uttered, shaking my head. “You're a woman with two dicks next to her breasts, man, that's weird. I've never heard or seen that.”
She shrugged. “No big deal, my mom had them, too. But she had three dicks, all next to each other with her tits at the ends as if holding and displaying them in.” She shrugged. “Though not as big, she was the star of her show, years ago, but it was hush-hush. No publicity. I don't blame her one bit. People are crude to those born differently, I suppose.”
I scratched my face. Being born different? She was an obvious freak and she knew it, too. Perhaps science doesn’t know about her, but she’s one of a kind. I collapsed on a chair at the other end of the room. I was very confused. How could this weird thing be happening to me? Two dicks surging out with tits above them? Was this a message from the universe, sealing my fate?
I again shook my head and rubbed my face. The two dicks were hairless, but eager for something.
“They sure are hard,” I muttered. “But your tits are very big, too.”
She snorted and shook her head. We looked at each other.
“Are you okay down there?” I asked, nodding at her torso, “or is there something I need to be aware of.”
She winked. “Wouldn't you like to know?” she asked and stood up to replace her turtleneck.
“What about your bra, won't you need that, too?”
She shook her head. “It's late. No one will come by. And if they flop open, I don't care.”
I rubbed my chin. “Can you pee with them, or shoot scum?”
She snorted. “You'd like that, wouldn't you?”
I turned red. “Just asking. I was just curious what they could do, that's all.”
“What do you think they could do?”
We studied each other.
“Well, fuck, for one thing. You ever fuck a woman with them? That would be something to see.”
She turned red. “Ludmila likes it,” she claimed.
“She does? I can just imagine. I'd love to see that. Too bad she left, that would be something.”
She snorted again. “Yes, it would,” she said dreamily.
She stood there looking at me and once again slowly raised her blouse. The two luscious breasts and cocks stood out as if poised and ready for something, the very large nipples poking out eagerly before them with the stiff penises resting on the bottom as if their strength came from holding the two breasts aloft. She held the breasts and penises out to me.
I rubbed my face and eyes. Was I really going to do it? I thought.
I slowly came to her. “They won't bite.” She then squeezed a nipple while the cock was poking upwards from beneath.
I shut my eyes and felt the penis surging in my mouth, instantly growing bigger and harder.
It was delicious!
Chapter 13
Afterward, we lay on her bed talking. Making love to a woman with tits and cocks right in front of me was the weirdest experience I ever had, but it was simply divine. I don't think I'd ever look at a woman as I would with at her— with great love, tenderness and longing. I would give up anything in the world just to be with her.
“Man, you were beautiful,” I said, admiring the two flaccid cocks peeking out from under her breasts. They were hard and eager earlier, just as her nipples were, but now had shriveled down to a limp and flaccid size. They seemed withdrawn as if they were resting.
“My little babies,” she gushed, peeking at the cocks, “are tired, too much activity this evening. They had quite a stir.”
I grinned at the breasts and cocks. Again, that feeling that this was divine came over me. I shook my head, still disbelieving.
“You're amazing. Simply amazing.”
She shrugged. “They're just tits and cocks, that's all.”
“Yeah, but you're probably the only one in the world with them.”
She nodded. “Seems that way,” she said thoughtfully. “There are stories from around the world that I've heard. Like there's Artemis which everyone's heard about in mythology, but she had many, many breasts on her body. There's an elderly woman in Japan I heard rumors about who has penises like I do. In addition, there's one in South America who has tits and cocks on their backs instead of their chests. However, these are weird rumors and stories. Don't know if any of it is true or not.”
“Hey, if you have them, there's got to be someone out there who has them, too.”
She sat up in bed as if remembering something and sat cross-legged before me. “You know, there's one story about an Eskimo tribe where all the women are like that, breasts and cocks, and their men are very happy.” She shook her head, “Weird, no?”
I grinned at her. “I can see why they're happy,” I said, reaching out for the breasts and cocks again, gently stroking, and feeling their growing hardness. “I'm happy, too.”
She laid back, stretching, the breasts and cocks seeming to stir into aliveness. There was nothing to do but suck and slurp, which I eagerly did.
“It's amazing, that they dont cum. You'd think they would.”
She loudly laughed. “You'd like that, wouldn't you—a mouthful of scum.”
I chuckled. “Just don't get it in my eyes.”
“You know, when I was younger, about six or seven years ago, they did cum, but very little, just a little watery, pale white spunk. I was just a young girl and I had no idea what it was. Later, I found out they make babies with that scum and damn made sure I had a condom at all times.” She turned red.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Twenty,” she answered.
I smiled. “Just like me. Hey, wait a minute, but I didn't have a condom on!”
“I know,” she said, turning red and staring at me. “Do you regret it?”
I shook my head. “Not at all, baby.” I smiled again. “Not at all…”
Again, we made love, with a little breast and cock sucking in between. We dozed off.
I must confess, I thought, as I lay there falling asleep, that in a way I liked Miss Special with those cocks under her luscious breasts. Kind of like a treat she'd been saving just for me. Yet, how is that possible, breasts and cocks together on her chest? Here was this woman who was giving me A Sucker for the Circus 43 the world. I so readily sucked tits and cocks, then sucked some more. The idea of a male penis never entered my thoughts. I realized, this wasn’t a male penis, but a gift from the heavens and she was a Goddess given just for me, one to savor and protect.
I slept…
Chapter 14
A loud rapping on the door awoke us. “Sheila,” her father called. “You awake?” He rapped again.
Miss Special bounding out of bed and putting on a sweat shirt, glanced at me, also rising and then went to open the door. Dad smiled at her, then winked at me—I still was getting dressed.
“We had some trouble last night,” he said, “but the boys didn't let it go too far.”
“What happened, dad?”
“Two of those Mob goons were snooping about trying to get on the site. Our boys pretended to be drunk and suddenly got into a fight with them. They'll be out of commission for quite a while.” He chuckled. “It's best you remain here. You know… undercover, till we find out what's what.”
“How did you know they were with the Mob?” I asked.
“Every year when we get to New York, we have to pay off the Mob or else they wouldn't let us do our show in peace. Not much, usually a few hundred.” He shrugged. “You should have seen them—Italian knit shirts, fancy dress pants, and a gold chain round their necks. Just like in my old days.” He thoughtfully cleared his throat. “Anyway, they sure looked like out-of-fashion Mob types to me.”
He was right, that the Mob's clothes getup was years old, but still maintained and worn by downtown-imitation or not-so-imitation guys who tried to look tough and still maintain their appearance of being Goodfellas on the city streets. I had seen that movie, Goodfellas with Robert DeNiro and Joe Pesci in Times Square one winter night. I sure was glad I didn't hang out with those scheming robbing killers. They were the people of my childhood, ones I supposedly looked up to, but never could get in with them. I was always in the shadows, hanging out in slimy movie theaters and not-so-clean luncheonette dives, which were my abode. Just look where I lived—a rooming house on 3rd Street, home to drunkards and other low-life rabble that would never come out of their desolation. Might be close to Little Italy to some, but to me it was still another wasted dump.
“Anyway,” he continued, “I'll check to see if it's Carbona's boys. Then everything will be okay.”
Skip was gazing at me, studying my face.
“Did he see?” he quietly asked Sheila.
She nodded “I think he loves them,” she awkwardly said, blushing and shying away.
Skip beamed, nodding his head. “He's one of us now, that's for sure. I saw the way he always lunged into a job no matter what it was. Septic tanks. No one wanted to get near them, but there was Randy running the pumps no matter how they smelled. The man's a good worker, glad he made it through you, Sheila.”
He took my hand and gave it a vibrant hand clasp. “He's ours,” he continued. “He's family.”
Sheila and her dad beamed at me, I beamed back.
Chapter 15
Skip left and I was alone with Sheila-Miss Special. Daylight had come about and we could hear the circus crew workers either coming into or leaving the cafeteria trailer down the road. The circus had rented the two or three block area for their tent on the pier, their trailers on the side streets, and after a few weeks on the site, it seemed very well lived-in.
“Gotta get some coffee,” Miss Special said, slipping on her jeans and sweater. “You stay here, though, until we know how things are.”
I frowned. “That's crazy, I'm not hiding. I'm not a coward.”
“Don't get dad pissed off. Listen to him, he knows wha's what. I'll bring you a tray of breakfast food.” She gave me a little peck of the cheek and exited the trailer.
I was alone. I looked around me. A bed and a cabinet on one side of the small room, a clothes closet, and a television set were on the other side. A toilet and a shower peered out from the back. A cramped place, but good enough to live in. What else did she need?
I sat on the bed and picked up the remote control, clicking on the television set. Station after station of boring shows, news, comedies, game shows, westerns, and mysteries—on and on it went. I skipped through the channels and finally clicked it off. I wasn't a television person anyway, as there were better things to do with my time, like stare into space, which I pretty much was doing in my rooms, wherever they were.
I saw Miss Special's shoes peeking out from under the bed. Not only the red high heels she had worn the night before, but also white ones and blue ones. There was a cornucopia of colors all in high heeled shoes and all appeared incredibly nice.
I shrugged and went to her front door, slightly moving the curtain. Everything seemed normal enough, going about the day. At the far end, near the circus grounds, standing and pressed against a doorway, were two guys I was sure were from my neighborhood. What were they doing on the upper West Side? Were they after me? I stared at them a little closer. They chatted until a door opened and they went in to work, I suppose. I shook my head. Was paranoia always going to stay with me? Obviously it would.
Miss Special came back about approximately twenty minutes later with two covered dishes of scrambled eggs with toast and home fries, plus two very large cups of coffee, balancing one cup atop the other. I grabbed a cup just as it almost toppled over in her hands.
“Whew, made it,” she said and then giggled, opening up her cup and taking a warm swallow. “Ah, I love that first sip of coffee in the morning. There's nothing like it in the world.”
I grinned and opened my cup, also taking a swallow. “Absolutely delicious,” I said, smacking my lips.
Miss Special unwrapped the plastic covering on the trays and the smell of eggs with home fries filled the tiny trailer. We ate quietly, but very hungrily. As we ate, I kept staring on her chest.
“Haven't you seen enough?” She was red-faced, taking another sip of coffee.
I shook my head, also swallowing the coffee. “Don't think I ever will. Your breasts are amazing! I didn't know such things ever existed.”
She snorted. “Many strange things in the world.”
“I wouldn't say they're strange. How about unique and special?”
She smirked. “That's my name, Miss Special. Haven't you heard that before?”
I nodded and thought of Terry. He must have known. What about Ludmila? Sure, she was the circus star and Miss Special took her into her confidence. Anyway, they were two young women… I nodded my head and finished the coffee.
“I like that, but you are special, very special.” I leered at her and rubbed myself, growing hard.
She turned red again, but shook her head, getting up and finishing her cup of coffee.
“Have to go to work.” She coughed, glancing at her wristwatch. “But you stay here, just as dad suggested.”
I also stood up, expecting a hug and a kiss, but she smiled. Just as she was about to leave, I asked, “But what will I do all day? Just can't stay in here.”
“You better not get Dad, mad,” she warned me again. “Listen to him. I'll be by for lunch.” She looked around the small trailer. “Read a book, watch TV. I'll be back.” She left, shutting the door behind her.
It felt weird being alone in her trailer. A few times, I'd hear someone walking by, outside, but when I peered out the curtained window I recognized them as part of the circus crew. I didn't want to fall into that feeling of paranoia. That was very dangerous. Back at my rooming house on 3rd Street, I'd often hear footsteps pausing outside my door and carefully turning my door handle, but then, after a few minutes they'd go off trying another door. That always got me mad. What the hell was a thief trying to steal from me? I always thought, but I never once opened the door to confront whoever it was. I was a coward back then and probably still am.
I shook my head and poked about the small room. I bit my lip and slowly opened a drawer on her cabinet. Bras and panties stared up at me. The bras were large as the panties very tiny. I gripped my hard crotch and thought about last evening with Miss Special. It seemed natural to suck them, the tits on top, and the cocks on the bottom. Certainly, a luscious mouthful, I knew. I unzipped my pants and reached for my dick. No! I shook my head and zippered back up again. Jerking off ain’t gonna do it. Anyway, since I now had Miss Special, I didn't want to mess that up by a stupid jerk-off.
I again gazed out the window. It was Thanksgiving week and the circus would have two shows a day until after Christmas. It was a busy month for them. Good thing Ludmila had gone to sleep yesterday. Still, I kept thinking about the tits and cocks on Miss Special, and couldn't get that out of my head. The breasts alone would be a spectacular treat, but with the cocks beneath them, it seemed magical, mysterious, enchanting. Again, my cock has hard. I shook my head again. Stop it! I thought, getting up to pace the tiny room back and forth.
Around noon, I heard clattering. I instantly went into my paranoid mode, imaging burglars and thieves, breaking, entering and bumping me off. The door opened and it was Miss Special. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Whew! Didn't know who it was.”
“Who did you expect?” She chuckled, holding two more plates, which I assumed would be our lunch.
She unrolled the plastic covering and we both dipped in. Delicious meatball hero sandwiches with a package of cupcakes for the both of us. She already had cans of sodas in her little refrigerator.
“Dad says it's okay to come out,” she said, chewing her hero and taking a sip of soda. “It's in the nighttime that we have to be careful.”
“Guess I'll stay in at night.” Soon, I was finished eating the hero and started on the cupcakes. Their chocolate flavor always makes me feel erotic. I felt myself growing hard again. I don't know why, but the brown delicious treat makes me want to feel and grope. A few crumbs fell out of my mouth, cascading down to my jeans. She looked and saw the lump in my crotch. I strained to make the bulge jump. She saw it and turned red, but wickedly grinned.
“You got a problem, mister?” she flirtatiously asked.
“No problem, miss,” I answered. “Just a hard ache that won't go away.”
She set the plates aside. “Well, you need a stroking massage, one of those up and down types. You know what I mean?”
I understood perfectly, but seemed confused. “Up and down? Can't say that I do…”
She grinned. “Like this,” she said, putting her hand on my crotch and slowly squeezing.
I would have probably shot off my load in my pants if there hadn't been another knock on the door.
“Aw, damn,” I cursed.
“Shit,” she added, but angrily went to the door and viciously ripped it open. It was Ludmila.
“Oh, it's you,” Miss Special said and pushed the door open, letting her into the trailer. She had on a black raincoat, but in the daylight, Ludmila had taken on a beautiful gleam that she didn't have the night before. She molded her blonde hair into a beehive roost with extra makeup and dark eye coloring on her face. She was incredibly beautiful.
“Have show,” she muttered, in her Slavic accent. “Just here to said hello.” She smiled at us, unconcerned of her grammatical error.
Miss Special had removed her blouse and was going through a shelf in her clothes cabinet. Ludmila stepped behind her and reached her arms to the front of Miss Special, circling her hands around the big breasts and cocks. Not believing that she was doing this, I instantly understood she had been doing this all along. They already were lovers, and I was just someone who happened to come by.
Miss Special melted in Ludmila's clasp, leaning back against her. They seemed to say something to each other and Miss Special turned around, kissing Ludmila, who pushed her off.
“Nyet,” she squirmed. “I must do show.” She broke from Miss Special and darted away.
Miss Special pouted. “You started it,” she firmly stated. “Now you‟re getting away.”
Ludmila shrugged. “You got him,” she said, pointing at me. “I want you both.”
Miss Special's lower lip puffed out before her mouth. “Not fair.” “What you mean, not fair? We make love last night, before we go to movie show. You no remember?”
Miss Special shrugged. “From you I want it again and again and again,” she shot back, rubbing herself between the legs.
Ludmila stood there, hungrily eying Miss Special.
She shook her head. “No! I must go.” She then turned and walked out of the trailer.
Miss Special sadly looked at the shut door. “Little bitch,” she muttered. “But I love her so much.” She turned at me and fell on the bed. She studied my face. “Are you jealous?”
I shook my head. “No…just confused.”
Miss Special saw the bump in my pants and turned red. “Confused and horny?”
Her hand fell to my pants and she rubbed the lump trying to push it upward.
“No need to be confused,” she said, smirking and winking at me. “This is the Big Top Circus,” she mimicked in a deep voice. “You'll see wonderful, magical, enchanting things at the Big Top. Just open your hearts and minds. The circus is in town. Come one, come all, to the Big Top Circus!” She was chanting from a television ad that I had just seen that morning.
I grinned at her. “You sound just like the commercial.”
“Three years ago I used to do those ads, in my kid's voice. A little kid with big boobs,” she giggled. “Anyway, I was on a horse.” She grew sad. “But he died and it was distressing. I couldn't laugh any more. My breasts grew much bigger, with the hard dicks pushing them up. Dad took me off the TV ads and the stage show.” She shrugged and brightened. “About ten months ago, Ludmila joined the circus, and my world changed. I've been happy ever since.”
We studied each other. So she was a lesbian, too. But with Ludmila and Miss Special around, I’d be whatever they wanted me to be. Lesbian, gay…what’s the big deal? Come one, come all, eh? I’d be eager to cum with them around, that’s for sure.
I leaned on the bed and pulled Miss Special down after me. She broke away.
“Aw, damn,” she said, glancing at her wristwatch. “Gotta get back to work.” she broke from me and got up from bed. I also stood up.
“Guess I'll go and look for your dad.” I put on my shoes, but eyed hers under the bed.
She stood there. “No regrets?”
I shook my head. “Not at all.”
“I like you too much.” She blushed. “But I like Ludmila, too.”
I shrugged. “Yeah, I do, too. Russian chicks are far out.”
“Watch it, mister,” she flared at me.
“Oh, yeah, look who's jealous now?”
We both laughed and went outside. The air was wonderful and didn't feel a chilly November at all.
Chapter 16
I began work by cleaning out the septic tanks, a dirty, grimy job that no one else wanted to do. I was their Septic Boy, but I didn't care. The few menial jobs I had over the years were shit jobs anyway so the name, Septic Boy became like a badge to me, one that I took on proudly and boastfully. I happily went about my work. About an hour into the job, I noticed a man standing across the street looking right at me, but the tall fence protected me. I realized he had been there all the time I'd been working and could have easily blown my brains out at any moment. I dropped my mop and hose, hurrying away to find Skip.
Yet, what was I doing? I never would have sought another to help me out, so, why now? I bustled up the pathway and saw Ludmila coming out of an early show, the applause sounding loudly behind her. She seemed very winded, her black raincoat that she had just put on still open in the front.
“You finished?” I asked, noticing the small, almost flat bosom at her chest.
“At night, have other show,” she stressed in her erotic Russian accent. “You want to come with me and drink vodka, yes?”
Shit! I squirmed. No way would I catch myself being with her.
I shook my head, resisting the temptation. “Have to find Skip,” I sheepishly mumbled.
She turned, holding her arms around her as she quickly pounced to her trailer.
Skip was at the financial trailer where Miss Special had collected the funds for that afternoon's show. He saw me through the window and let me in.
“I think one of the Mob guys is near the septic tanks. He‟s been looking at me for close to an hour.”
Skip studied me then turned to Miss Special. “Have to go and see what this is about. It may be nothing, but we'll see.”
“Be careful, dad,” she said, and winked at me. “Bring him back in one piece, please?”
“I will, baby.” We then left the trailer.
At the septic tanks, Skip stopped and focused on the two figures standing across the street. Damn, another one had joined him! Now, I was scared.
“Time to go and see what they really want. Maybe it's nothing, maybe it's everything. I'll see if it's Carbona's boys.” He shrugged and went to talk to the two goons.
I waited, pacing about and saw them talking with Skip, one standing back as if being ready for everything. After about fifteen minutes, Skip crossed the street and came back. The two goons also disappeared down the street.
Skip returned, confiding in me. “He'll be at the show tonight,” he shrugged. “It's Carbona, all right. He's taking his wife and kids out to the circus. He does that every year.”
Damn, his bodyguards will be crawling all over the place.
“Vinnie's not bad.”
I froze. “Vinnie…” I asked.
“Vinnie Carbona,” Skip answered, “The Boss of Bosses.”
I fell.
Not really, I just tripped over my own two feet as if I was still learning to walk again.
“He's the one,” I muttered. “The one who's mom I stole the money from. He's sure to kill me. I know he will.” I was very upset, and scared, too.
Skip stopped. “Take it easy, kid. Get a hold of yourself. As long as you're here with me, they won't touch you. Here, you're safe with us.” He put his arm around my shoulders. “Now, let's go see Sheila. She'll have an idea or two. Just stop worrying.”
I breathed out. He was right. I was safe with them, but for how long?
Chapter 17
Miss Special was pretty much done with her work, for now, as tonight there would be a special pre-Thanksgiving show, and tomorrow, after Thanksgiving, is when the Christmas season would begin in full swing. Crowds of tourists would be coming onto the pier taking in the wintry river along with the Big Top Circus.
Miss Special pounced from her desk as me and her dad walked in.
“Everything's okay,” Skip said, as she rushed up to me. “It's Carbona‟s boys. I'm pretty sure we can talk to him. Anyway, his kids will be here tonight with him to see the show.” He looked at Miss Special. “He used to love your horse-riding back then,” he said. He then turned to me. “He came a few extra times just to see her galloping by.”
“I remember.” said Miss Special. “You want I should ride again?”
“Sheila, don't be silly. You know you're out of practice.” He turned red, embarrassed. “You're also much bigger then you were last year.”
Miss Special also reddened. She shrugged. “It's not my fault. I was born with this…bosom. Nothing I can do about that.”
Skip came up to her and put his arms around her. “The show will be fine.” He kissed her on the forehead. “Everyone will do what they have to do.” He studied at me. “Won't we?”
I nodded back at him. He grinned. “The Big Top Circus is in town!”
Chapter 18
We walked back to Miss Special's trailer as her dad went off on other business. There were still a few hours before the next show started.
“You seem nervous,” she said to me.
“Wouldn't you be?”
She opened the door and let me in, removing her jacket. A beautiful summer-like pink sleeveless turtleneck draped over her big bosom. She looked incredibly appetizing. If it weren't for what was hanging over me, I'd want to hang myself from her high breasts.
“Relax, you're too tense.”
“You're right,” I said. “Whatever's gonna happen, it ain't happening yet.”
“That‟s right, baby. Sit down and let me give you a massage. You‟re too uptight. It will make you feel so much better.”
Sure, why not? I’ve had too much tension in my life, all from my feelings of guilt. That will do it. Guilt will destroy you. It’s about time I let go and took it easy…
Besides, Miss Special's hands on my shoulders, rubbing, massaging, relaxed me greatly, so much so, I could almost say, I‟ve been reborn because I was starting to feel a refreshing newness come upon me, taking and washing my cares away. Her hands were about my neck and I looked up and saw her big breasts and dicks above me. Their beautiful form outlined by the clinging pink material of her turtleneck. I reached above me and tweaked a breast. She smiled, leering at me. The little tweak made me want more. I shifted around and pulled her atop me, leaning back on the bed. She straddled me, riding me as a horse.
“Hmm, nice,”
She leered down at me. “Giddy up, pony. Ride 'em! Yeehaw!”
She pulled up the front of her turtleneck, revealing the two magical orbs still entrapped by her extra-large bra. She dipped her fingers in the two cups and released the two breasts from their constricting hold. They bounded up and out, the nipples as stiff as the two hard cocks growing beneath them. I reached up and circled the fingers of each hand around the stiff muscular penises, the rich, tight breasts, and nipples above them. She rode me as I jerked off the two dicks. Suddenly, I felt the tension of my own cock rushing and gushing to eruption in my pants, splashing onto my body. I ripped my eyes open to see the two cocks in my hands also spitting out scum! She had said they barely spewed a trickle out. Well, this was a flood of semen spilling out on me, and I loved it! The semen shot out, reached the bottom of my chin, and sprinkled my chest and torso. My fingers remained around the stiff shooting cocks as they straightened to spill out whatever was left of the thick sticky sperm. A few more weak tries and they collapsed, exhausted, as I was.
I exhaustively stared at Miss Special. She too was drained. She dropped atop me, both of us breathing very heavily. If ever a male made false love to a woman, this might be it. False love that was very, very real, much like the real thing. But more than this, this was not sexual love, but a Holy Communion, a form of nirvana with the heavens. God had spoken and his seed was spilled. Now go forth and multiply…
Chapter 19
There was a banging on the door.
“Sheila!” a feminine voice called. “Open door!”
“It's Ludmila,” Miss Special said, rising out of bed and going the door.
Ludmila, still wearing her raincoat, came into the trailer. She glanced at us, saw the droplets on the bed and grinned. “You sticky goo on bed.” She gave a leer. “You make doity, yes?” Doity was her way of saying dirty.
Miss Special shook her head, also grinning. “It was these two,” she said, pointing with her thumb to the two dicks on her chest. “Oh, yes.”
A surprised Ludmila stared at her. “How that be?”
Miss Special shrugged. “They want him. And he wants them, too,” she smiled.
An openmouthed Ludmila licked her lips. “I must see,” she firmly said.
Miss Special shook her head. “Oh, Ludmila. We're both exhausted.” She told a disappointed Ludmila. “But tonight after your show, we'll all do it, I promise you that.”
A bitter Ludmila simply muttered, “Good, after show. I come for you doity lovemaking, yes?”
“Yes, Ludmila. I know you'll be hot as you always are.” She winked at her.
Ludmila slightly lifted one leg, compressed it together with her other one, and sluggishly said, “Yes, I hot. I boil.” She then turned and left the trailer.
“Poor Ludmila,” I exclaimed, shaking my head. “The way shes' feeling, all hard up, must be hard on her concentration?”
“Hah, is right! When she's horny, that's the best show she will ever do. Her costume will be soaked and saturated with spunk. She'll come drowning for us and we'd better be ready.” She winked and took off the pink turtleneck, once again freeing her bosom and dicks.
I stared at the mystical orb projectiles, my eyes wide, with my mouth open. She smugly grinned at me. “Don't worry, you can both share a mouthful. A tit and cock for each of you, my babies.”
I licked my lips.
Chapter 20
The second show was at 5 PM, and since it was Thanksgiving tomorrow, Skip moved it up two hours from the usual 7 PM. We still had about a half hour. Her dad had earlier told me to stick with Sheila, as he was going to take his old role as MC with top hat and tails that night. He had always played the part, but his arthritis and rheumatism plus older age coming on, curtailed that decorative role. Still, he persisted in running the stagehand crews and that was very physical labor at that.
We walked to the main tent and entered the arena from the rear. Miss Special was wearing her red high heels that firmly pounded the pavement as she walked beside me. Sasha, another Russian performer, was back stage and juggling his clubs. He smiled at Miss Special, but sneered down at me, his lips grimacing. He hung out with the other gay stars of the show, mostly the gymnast, plus a few of the working crew. Even though I had been to Times Square and let myself be touched and groped, it wasn't something which I naturally gravitated to. Your sex is your sex. I prefer my own, and now I have the beautiful Miss Special. I snorted and slightly shook my head. Asshole tovarich, I thought. Some Russian friend he would be, I snorted, glaring at him.
Her dad wasn't around so Miss Special and I
made it through the curtain and joined the crowd
searching for their seats. Ours were somewhere in
the center on an upper tier and we had amazingly
good seats. Her dad picked them out.
We both had our Big Top jackets on and smiled at the crew as they went about seating ticker holders. Then I froze, and tried to cover my face. On an upper tier and descending to a lower level came Fat Vinnie and his wife, overly dressed with mink coat and their two little kids trailing along side with them. I glanced around. No bodyguard goons trailed after them, but then I saw one standing on an upper level. Too bad I didn't have a gun, I thought and shook my head. I'd probably shoot myself and injure some innocent bystander instead of the guilty party, which in a way, was really me.
“Stop that, Billy,” I heard Fat Vinnie say to a young kid descending the steps with him, but pulling on a little toy clown upside down so his head clattered on the ground. “Hold it up. That's it.” The clown rode peacefully upturned before the kid turned him over again, but then saw me.
I tried to cover my face but he still recognized me through my eyes. How does the saying go…Eyes are the windows of the soul? Well, in those eyes, he was about to slam the window shut and for good, too. He looked at Miss Special and me sitting together. He nodded and silently descended to a lower level.
I breathed out. “That's Vinnie,” I muttered, “with the lady in the mink coat.”
She sneered at them and shook her head. “They should ban those coats,” she commented, shaking her head in disapproval. “However, if you have enough money to waste on that crap, I'm sure they will sell even more.”
The MC, her dad, came out to a blast of drums and horns as horses and riders filled the arena. He was dressed in top hat and tails, along with his high boots, and stood regally in the center as the horses and riders galloped around him.
“Ladies and gentleman…” he bellowed, taking off his top hat, “…and children off all ages, welcome to the Big Top Circus! For your entertainment we have a really big show tonight…” The horses and riders rode off stage as he went down the litany of stars that would perform that night. Various clowns made pratt-falls and had accidents as they wandered about the center ring while Sasha the Juggler rode on a unicycle, which went spinning around the Big Top, juggling his clubs throughout. Pierre the Horseman commanded his obedient team of horses to race and stop, stand up on two feet and race around again. While Phillip the Sword Sallower seemed to swallow sabers of every shape and length, inserting a sword down his throat in countless s-shapes, showing off his Adam's apple bouncing up and down as the sword passed over and under it. By then, the crowd shook their heads in amazement from the bouncing Adam's apple as the show went on and on. In the final act, the MC announced Ludmila the Hula Hoop Girl.
I had been hardly paying any attention to the acts—lost in my own dormant thoughts—but when Ludmila appeared under the bright lights, I noticed a few rows beneath me that Fat Vinnie was also struck by her bold seeming erotic appearance. My eyes were gaping open as I stared at the luscious beautiful appearance that she made. It seemed that she was totally nude, the flesh colored leotard disguising her perfectly. What was flesh and skin…what was Ludmila? The crowd and I stared hungrily at her. She was beautiful!
She began to sway, a simple hula-hoop spinning round her neck and moving to her little breasts and her belly, as another hoop joined the previous one, uplifting it to her head and neck, all the time swaying and gyrating. She danced like a snake, adding hoop after hoop until she must have joined twenty hoops twirling and spinning round her body. The crowd watched as if mesmerized by her erotic grace and mobility, and in awestruck amazement as the hoops finally dropped down her body. She ended her act by standing with her arms raised over her head. Thunderous applause and cheering yells burst over the arena.
“Ladies and gentleman,” the MC bellowed out to the crowd, “Ludmila the Beautiful Hula-Hoop Girl!”
When the house lights went up, Ludmila stood with her arms still raised above her, breathing heavily as the other stars and entertainers joined her on stage to cheers and applause from the crowd. They stood momentarily then scurried off as another voice instructed the exiting crowd not to overlook their belongings. The circus was over.
Miss Special beamed at me. “Great show. How'd you like Ludmila?”
“I did. Very nice.” She grinned at me. “Highly erotic, wouldn't you say?”
I turned red, but nodded, “Might even be banned in some places. No one under eighteen allowed, eh?”
She laughed. “We had trouble out west. Ludmila had to tone down her show, but she's still a very erotic person.”
“You're speaking from experience, I take it?” I asked, leering at her.
She winked at me and took me by the arm as we started for the stairs.
“Wouldn't you like to know?” she whispered and smiled wickedly.
“Hmm,” I muttered. “Yes…yes I would.”
She burst out laughing. “In a bit,” she giggled. “In a little bit, you'll find out.” She was nodding her head throughout it all.
With the idle chatter, I still kept my eye on Fat Vinnie with his wife and kids. They had also left their seats and reached the exiting stairway at the same time I was about to leave my aisle. Fat Vinnie saw me and slightly frowned, but did nothing to show it to his wife and kids who continued ascending. At the top of the stairs, though, I saw his two goons staring down at me.
What would they do, start shooting at me? I wondered. In this crowd of people and Fat Vinnie close by? Not a chance…I bit my lips and slowed my pace, hindering people trying to leave behind me.
I grabbed Miss Special's arm and stopped her, too.
“It's Fat Vinnie, talking to those two guys,” I gestured with my hand to the conversing trio.
Miss Special looked at them and shrugged.
“Let's go out the back way. We're circus, aren't we?”
I nodded, turning back and starting our descent down the stairs.
“Excuse me,” Miss Special said to the confused people behind us. “Excuse me, coming through…”
We made it to the lowest level, jumped over the rings circling the center stage, and glimpsed behind us. The two goons were also trying to make their way through the crowd, which now wasn't giving any room to the loudly cursing invaders.
“Hey, watch it!” I heard many a time. “Don't you know how to say excuse me?” another loud woman complained.
“Watch it, you bitch!” a goon said, trying to make it through the crowd.
Miss Special shook her head and pulled me through the curtain. A few stagehands were sweeping up backstage and would later do the rest of the now peopled auditorium. Her dad or Ludmila were nowhere around.
“Dad's probably in his trailer. Putting on a show really tires him out, emotionally.”
“I'm sure,” I agreed, still hearing the shouts and curses behind the curtain we had just come through.
“Let's go,” she said, taking my hand and pulling me to follow.
It was short walk to dad's trailer, but he had the largest one on the lot, more of a home than a movable trailer. In fact, he extended certain parts of the trailer making the place bigger than it actually was. When on the road, the sections were pulled back in and seemingly, the room was much smaller. It was the perfect way to travel.
Outside, we quickly walked to a fenced-in area of assorted trailers for the star entertainers and her dad, Skip. Slightly drained and breathing heavily when he let us in.
“Dad,” flared a worried Miss Special, “Are you okay?”
He waved her off. “The asthma medicine. I'm down to a few puffs,” he said, holding up a nebulizer and shaking it. The yellow and pink canister seemed incredibly empty.
“Oh, dad, can't you go to a drugstore and get one? I'll send someone. I'm sure there's one nearby.”
“There is,” he answered. “But they're probably closed by now, and tomorrow's Thanksgiving Day.” He dismissed her concern. “I'll be fine, not to worry.”
We studied each other. “Tell him…or do you want me to tell him?”
“Tell me what?” I bit my lip.
“Those two guys we saw at the circus entrance, yesterday,” I gushed out. “They were at the show tonight along with Fat Vinnie, their boss.”
He slightly grinned at us.
“I know. I invited them.”
“You what!” his daughter exclaimed. “Invited them?”
Skip nodded and sucked on his nebulizer, smirking at me. He nodded his head. “I know Mr. Carbona from a long time ago. As you do, too. We grew up together on the Lower East Side and went to grade school there,” he said, looking at me, “Before we took different roads and paths in life. Mine led me to the Big Top Circus, his…well…his took him in a different direction. But we do remember where we came from.”
His breathing was more even, peaceful and controlled. There was a knock of the door. Miss Special and I froze.
“Hey, boss,” I heard Terry call. “There's a man out here wants to see you.”
We stared at each other.
Skip went to the door and gazed out. He nodded once at Terry, “Come on in, Mr. Carbona. Be careful of the step. It wobbles a bit.”
Vinnie entered the trailer.
Chapter 21
Vinnie Carbona was an overly heavy man, but elegantly dressed in a finely made overcoat. His shirt collar was loosely unbuttoned showing he had on a vest holding in his big belly. It was like a frame displaying his cumbersome size. I'd seen him a few times in the neighborhood, but never spoke to him.
“Mister Carbona, welcome to my house.”
Vinnie disapprovingly shook his head. “Hey, paisano, how many years I know you? What is this, Mr. Carbona? Call me Vinnie, like you did when we was kids.”
He looked at Miss Special, standing cross-armed in a corner. He held his arms out.
“You remember Uncle Vinnie? C'mere, so I can get a good look at you.”
Miss Special stepped closer.
“My, my, but you sure have grown? You're definitely a big girl now.”
She said as she neared him, and bashfully eyeing him “Uncle Vinnie, Very nice to see you,” Her arms tried to go around his chest, but stopped halfway in the back.
“You're big yourself, too, I see,” she claimed, seeing him up and down. “Too much pasta, eh?” She winked at him and patted his big belly.
He laughed. “We all indulge, don't we?” he said, staring at her chest.
She shrugged. “That's life, isn't it? A little of this, a little of that…”
“That's right.” He chuckled. “What the hell? We live once and then we die.” He then turned to me. “But some live and die uselessly, isn't that right?”
I looked at him, very frightened.
Skip coughed. “Vinnie, I'm glad you came. Let's all sit down and have a little chat. Would you like some wine?”
Fat Vinnie collapsed in a chair by the table. “No wine for me, Have to watch the blood pressure. It gets too high and my wife worries so much.”
“I have fruit juice… if you prefer…”
Fat Vinnie shook his head. “No thanks. I'm fine.”
We examined each other. The uncomfortable silence in the room was very draining.
Skip broke it.
“I want to talk about Randy,” he said. “In just the past two months, he has become a vital part of the circus family. An important part.” Skip went on naming the work I took on myself, including the dirty septic tanks, the toilet bowls, all the little things I did that were so vital to running a smooth operation. “We'd be lost without him, that's for sure.”
Fat Vinnie just shrugged.
“He stole from my mother,” he shook his head. “There's no crime worse than that.”
Skip peered at him. “Remember Mrs. Lanza, in the early years back on Mott Street?”
An uncomfortable wave of remembrance went through Fat Vinnie.
“Sure, sure,” he muttered then shook his hand away. “I remember, but that was different, we were younger, much younger.”
Skip stared at him. “You stole from a mother, who was breast feeding her little one.”
Fat Vinnie shook his head, and pointed to me. “He stole from my mother. Now he has to pay.”
A great and awesome silence went throughout the trailer. Actually, it seemed that the silence had intensified and covered the entire circus ground. Fat Vinnie sealed my fate.
“Uncle Vinnie,” whispered Sheila-Miss Special. “Randy is not only my boyfriend, he's also my fiancé. We're engaged to be married,” she said, looking at me. “He has something in him that I have never felt before. And I think it's growing inside me, too.” She then patted her belly.
Everyone in the room stared at her and me. The news also hit me. Fiancé, me? And so fast? But this was the circus, with different fast rules and acts, magicians, sword swallowers, bearded ladies and cocks with tits… I blinked my eyes and stared at Miss Special standing next to me and squeezing my hand.
“Well,” Fat Vinnie said, a confused look on his face, “is that true?” She nodded and took my hand.
“Well, that puts a different light on things, doesn't it?” He squinted at Sheila and me. “What about the six thousand you took from my mother?”
Skip and Sheila exchanged a look.
I spoke up for the first time I was in the trailer. “Wait a minute. It wasn't six thousand—only two.” I pulled out the envelope with the cash I had carried with me since two months ago, back in late September. “Two thousand dollars, nothing more…”
I dropped the envelope on the table. A few of the hundreds peered out. Fat Vinnie stared at me and then exchanged a look with Skip.
“Four thousand dollars interest, not bad, eh?” he asked of no one in the room.
“Yes it is,” Skip said, “Who can keep up with your payments? That's more than double a month.” He shook his head. “For old time's sake, drop the interest since you have your money back. What do you say?”
Fat Vinnie sulked at Miss Special and me. “All right,” then waved his hand, picking up the envelope and eyeing the cash. “I'll call off my boys as long as you invite my mother to the wedding.” He snorted. “She's been a royal pain in the ass, too.” He shook his head.
“Oh, Uncle Vinnie.” Miss Special rushed to him. “She'll be the guest of honor, won't she?” She turned to me.
I nodded. “Yes, sir, guest of honor, indeed.” I meekly smiled at Fat Vinnie as he broadly smiled back. We shook hands.
“Now, you're a sucker for the circus,” he said, grinning at me. “A real sucker, make sure you stay that way.”
“Oh, he will, Uncle Vinnie,” Miss Special was dreamily staring at me, “He's a sucker in more ways than one.” She repeated, “In more ways than one.”
Chapter 22
We made our way back to her trailer, holding hands.
“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed, “I forgot about Ludmila!”
“Shit, so did I. Totally forgot.”
We increased our pace to her trailer, hurrying through the quiet trail while most of the crew had disappeared into homes or places where they could drink and revel in tomorrow's Thanksgiving festivities. Or at least just sit back and watch the turkey parade.
We got to her trailer and as Miss Special was opening the door, Ludmila stepped out of the shadows and quickly made her way to us.
“For what you leave me waiting?” she said in her angry voice. “You know I cannot wait.”
“Ludmila, we were at my dad's.” Miss Special said, turning red. “I have great news,” she added, entering the trailer and leading us in.
Ludmila glared at us. “This true?” she asked. “You be man and wife?”
We both nodded at her, beaming brightly.
“And what will happen to poor Ludmila?” she sadly asked. “You know I need love, too?” She pouted, very downcast.
“Oh, Ludmila, I will never cast you aside. You're my circus hula-hoop wife and now Randy will become my circus Septic Tank husband.”
I frowned, but she grinned at us.
“And I'm just a big-titted mama to you all and ready to feed her babies. Isn't that great!” she exclaimed, lifting up her blouse and showing her beautiful breasts, paired cocks and a tits hanging high from her chest.
We both stared open-mouthed as Ludmila removed her raincoat and stood in the living room totally nude.
“Oh, my, you're certainly ready for me, aren't you, girl?” Miss Special said winking at her.
“Uh huh,” grunted Ludmila, falling on the bed with Miss Special. “I must have…” and she spread her legs wide open as they kissed.
Miss Special was able to strip off her pants and panties, also taking off her turtleneck. I stood watching as they kissed and groped each other, their hands like snakes going up and down all over each of their bodies.
Miss Special turned at me. “Well,” she asked, “aren't you going to join us…”
I bit my lips. “Can you put your shoes back on? You look incredibly erotic with them…” I bent down and picked up the red shoes she had just dropped off her feet. Miss Special and Ludmila looked at each other. Miss Special shrugged and took the shoes, placing each one on her feet.
I hurriedly also took off my clothes, my penis stiff and erect, and fell on the bed with them.
“And what about me?” Ludmila asked. “I need shoes on my feet, too.”
Miss Special leaned over and picked up a pair of white high heels.
“You be our White Russian,” she said, grinning and giving her the shoes, “Nude with white high heels.”
“Da.” Ludmila then slipped them on her feet. “You know my country, Belarus, mean White Russia. It is country west of Moscow. Very bad country, too,” she ended sadly.
“Ludmila,” Miss Special said sternly. “Remember, no politics. We swore on that.”
Ludmila sadly nodded. “Yes, yes, please to make love, no?” she snuggled beside her.
I snuggled on the other side. Miss Special smiled. Ludmila and I sucked her tits and cocks. Miss Special did wonderful things, too, stroking and rubbing and sucking, on and on…
It was heavenly!
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