Free Big Cat Circus by Vanessa de Sade Page B

to a room full of strangers
would feel like. That was when I saw my Pa.
    The lamps
weren’t lit ‘cause it was day time, so the tent was dark and shady
despite the hot sun outside. Pa was standing like a statue, half
illuminated by a shaft of light coming through a chink in the
striped canvas, and he was staring at our naked cunts like a hungry
wolf stalking a baby rabbit, though you’d think he’d be well used
to the sight of me and Mama without our things by now.
    The record was
just spinning round, the needle making a thud-thud noise like a
heartbeat or a slow galloping mare, but Pa was still staring at me,
finally shaking himself all over like an old dog coming out of a
creek and saying, “The girl’ll need broken in if she’s gonna turn
tricks for us,” in a strange kind of held-in-check voice.
    Mama
nodded.
    “Reckon you
best do it yourself, Elmer,” she said thoughtfully, “no sense in
giving away free fucks to strangers…”

    * * *

    I’d seen a cock
before, Hell, I had seen my Pa and brothers without their clothes
countless times, and I knew the things that men and women did
together, had heard Pa doing it to Ma in the truck at nights, but
there was a big difference between knowing and doing, and the way
it was done to me on the boards of the cooch tent podium that
afternoon was nothing like what I had dreamt about all those lonely
evenings in my bunk.
    Ma and I was
both naked on the stage, and Pa just strode up and pushed me down
onto the edge of the platform and roughly spread my thighs,
standing between my knees as he undid his pants, keeping me from
closing my legs again, seeing all the pink inner petals of my
pussy.
    “Pa, don’t,” I
whispered, “not like this,” but he was beyond reasoning and he just
dropped his pants there and then, his cock all hard and angry,
standing up straight in front of him like twisted root sticking out
of the dry earth around a dead tree.
    My Daddy’s face
and arms were burnt the colour of old leather, but his legs and
lower belly were a pale white, like wind-smoothed desert sand, with
a just a thin crop of scratchy reddish-brown hair not nearly as
dark or thick as my own. My brothers both had short white cocks and
balls that hung down low like the ones on the herds of beef cattle
we sometimes passed on the road, but Pa’s cock was long and thin,
his undercarriage small and tight, his firm balls nestled neatly
below the stretched stiff dick that he was trying desperately to
ram up inside me.
    “For God’s
sake, Elmer,” my Mama said, getting in between us and pushing him
gently back, “it’s the child’s first time, let her get something
out of it. Here, Babe, let me show you how to handle a man.”
    She took my
hand and put it onto Pa’s big hard erection, and I started at how
hot it was, like a pot handle on the stove, hard as wood and yet
soft to touch like it was covered in old leather.
    “That’s it,
squeeze him gently,” she whispered, her own skin soft and silky as
she leaned up against me, so close that I could feel the slight
coarseness of her thick pussy hair on my thigh.
    Pa began making
a soft groaning noise as I touched his yearning prick, like an old
tom cat does if you get to stroking him just right behind the ears,
and I moved my hand slowly up and down his hot hard member,
fascinated by the look and feel of him.
    “That’s good,
now you’ve got him under your spell,” Mama said in my ear, rubbing
herself up against me, her hot naked cunt hard against my thigh,
“always do that when you’re turning tricks, that way they won’t
hurt you, and you get your pussy good and ready before you let them
inside you.”
    “How will I
know when my pussy’s ready?” I asked, squeezing his cock hard and
making little drops of clear white pre-cum appear.
    Mama
laughed.
    “Oh, you’ll
know,” she said, running her thin hand down my big round thigh and
slipping her fingers into the slippery folds of my slit, pulling my
willing cunt open for