It was the mid-seventies and I was enjoying a drink in the local pub. The drinking age in this state was eighteen and I was new to being able to enjoy a public drink. As I was sitting at the bar, I noticed a woman walk in and sit at a nearby stool. She stood about 5’9” with dark brown hair pulled back into a pony tail. She wore a tight pair of Jordache jeans and a silver halter top. The top insinuated firm “C-cup" breasts.

My guess is that she was around twenty-three to twenty-four years old. Her attire clearly meant she was not from the area. This largely was a farming community.

I had had just enough alcohol to boost what little confidence I normally had. I asked her where she was from as she definitely was not a local. She told me that she was with a circus that was coming into town. She was a part of the advance crew to get things ready for when everyone else showed up. Conversation seemed to flow easily between the two of us.

After a while, I asked her what she actually did for the circus. She told me that she would be a liaison for the local government leaders but that when the circus was actually in town, her main job was being a “Sword Swallower”. While my mind immediately went to the obvious, she must have also read my mind. “Sorry to ruin your fantasy, but my throat is only for work.” While she laughed at my obvious disappointment, she added, “But I have many other talents you might find out about should you continue to entice me.”

My thoughts lifted as I asked, “I’m enticing you?”

One of her hands rested on my crotch and she gave me a gentle squeeze. I had begun to become erect with the possibilities and her hand only quickened the pace.

She rose and turned towards the door. Her heart-shaped ass belied perfection. She looked over her shoulder and asked if I was coming. My mother raised no fool. I threw more money on the bar than any tab we could have had and almost ran to catch up to her.

She had a small camper attached to a big diesel truck. We slipped into the trailer and it was obvious that this was a woman’s realm. It was small, pink, and full of lace.

As I closed the door and turned around to face her, she had bent over while dragging her jeans down to her ankles. She stood in front of me, while grabbing her ankles. I could see a sliver of material between her perfect globes. She stepped out of her three-inch heels and the jeans around her ankles. As she straightened up, the halter fell off of her neck exposing her exquisite breasts to my gaze.

Back in the day, women did not shave their pubic mound as they do today. Hers was the exception. I could see nothing peaking around the small patch of material that would be called a thong.

As I’m sure my mouth was hanging open, I watched her pull on the bows at her hips. They opened and the material fell to the floor. She now stood perfectly naked in front of me.

I was simply in awe. I had been involved with a few girls my age but none had been on the scale before me. Her skin was perfectly smooth and inviting.

“Hello, are you awake?”

I knew enough to keep my mouth shut so as not to say anything too stupid or that would ruin the situation.

I stepped forward and attempted to pull her into my arms, just to have her put a hand in my chest. “Clothes, first!”

She began to help me undress. Shirt, shoes, socks and then she grabbed my belt buckle. It was then that I realized how hard I’d become and how much it hurt. She knelt and pulled my underwear down. My cock fell forward and hit her in the face. The look she gave me and the smirk on her face almost made me come immediately.

While my cock may be eight inches in length, it was the girth that got comments from the few girls with whom I had been involved. She looked up at me and said, “Good thing I don’t have to swallow that,” and then laughed.

Both of us were now naked and she pulled me onto her bed. We lay facing each other and her thigh rose over mine. My cock was pointing directly towards the warmth at the apex of her thighs. She softly spoke, “Okay, stud. Here are the rules. While I won’t swallow your cock, you will finish down my throat. Understand?”

Who would have ever told her “No”?

We began to softly kiss and that soon progressed to swapping tongues and that soon progressed further with more passion and desires. My hands were freely roaming her body. I was finding out how firm and well-toned her muscles were. There was just enough fat to give her womanly curves in all of the right places.

I soon smelled her arousal as it filled the small camper. My nose was drawn to the source. I slowly slid down while following it. Her labia was red, moist, and distended. This forever cemented my love of prominent pussy lips.

I took a deep whiff of her arousal and needed a taste. I dipped my head down and took a tentative lick. This caused her to give a small gasp from her throat. I then took a less cautious approach and began to fully run my tongue from her rosebud to her hard clitoris. Each time I’d hit the clitoris she’d raise her hips and moan. The little experience I’d had told me to center my attention there.

I felt her hands entangle themselves in my hair and begin to direct me to exactly where she needed my tongue. What little I could hear, since her hands were covering my ears, told me I was on the right track. Her hips were in a constant state of movement. I was enjoying looking up from between her thighs to see her erect nipples pointing at the ceiling. Her chest was heaving with short, rapid breaths. Her head was now rolling from side to side.

As I was enthralled by what was happening, I was not prepared for her shoving her pussy hard into my mouth. I then felt copious amounts of fluid squirting into it. I was near gagging from the amount. Back then no one spoke of women squirting. I had no idea what was happening but I knew what it wasn’t. I knew she wasn’t peeing, and I could clearly see she was enjoying whatever it was.

Her body was rapidly shaking and then she just went limp. Her thighs and hands dropped and I could hear her gasping for air. She was taking large breaths attempting to get whatever oxygen she could.

I slid up beside her and ran my hand over her breasts. She grabbed it and gasped, “Slow down, stud. They’re too sensitive right now."

I lay back for a moment while listening to her breathing. It was then that I realized how hard my cock had become and that it was pointed directly at the ceiling. My hand rose up to gently stroke it and it was batted away. “That’s for my use now.”

I felt her slowly move astride of my body. Initially her pussy covered my cock. She began to rock back and forth up the stiff shaft. My cock sliding between her prominent lips. I could feel her dew begin to coat and lubricate the shaft.

She looked directly into my eyes and I felt it. My cock breeched her opening. First the head. It was swollen and purple with desire.

Her hips rotated slightly while getting accustomed to the entry. Then she began to drop her weight down. Taking little sections at a time. Soon I felt her bottom out and the head of my cock rest against her cervix. I looked up at her face to see her nostrils flaring and her slightly hyperventilating. I could feel hips begin to undulate with a mind of their own.

My cock was firmly held in her narrow sheath. I could feel the muscles grasping and milking me. It seemed that every cell inside of her was intent of administering pleasure. I had never experienced feeling anything so exquisite and to be honest - never would again.

She began to slowly ride my cock. Back and forth she’d go, then it would be a slow piston-like motion. My hips began to meet her movements.

I could feel her moisture flowing down onto my swollen testicles. They were beginning to tighten with need.

I would switch between looking at the point of our juncture and her beautiful face. She knew what she was doing to me and it was clearly on her face. An air of confidence with the knowledge that I was hers at the moment.

My hips started becoming erratic. She leant down and whispered, “Remember, you’re allowed to only finish down my throat.”

We both knew that would have to be soon.

She then began to quicken her pace to the point that our juncture was just a blur. I could hear the violent clashing of bodies against the trailer walls.

It started at my feet and rise up my body. My testicles tightened and my seed shot forth. She had sensed my release and had pulled herself off of my hips and wrapped her lips over my crown. I would jettison rope after rope of semen up my shaft and into her awaiting throat.

I had never released so much seed.

My body collapsed onto the small mattress. She would spend the next ten minutes or so licking the remaining seed that would gently ooze out the end.

She slid up my body and whispered into my ear, “You got one more round in you, stud?”

Before I could answer, she turned her back to me and laid on top. I could feel her tight ass cheeks nestling my cock between them. Ever so slightly she’d move and flex them. Soon her hips were pushing back against me too. My cock began to stiffen once more.

She raised up slightly and my cock slid between her juicy thighs. She crossed her ankles thus causing her thighs to effectively trap me.

The large swollen crown of my cock began to slide up and down her slick pussy lips and nudge against her clitoris.

I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her breasts in my hands. I began to alternate between grasping them and pulling on her nipples.

The speed she was using with her hips had quickened. An orgasm began to erupt within her abdomen and roll through her body. My cock slipped into her wet hole. This caused a loud scream to thrust out of her throat.

Her body began to quake on the end of my dick, and then slacked to small tremors.

She lay on me for about five minutes while catching her breath. My cock remained somewhat swollen but had subsided a bit in the meantime.

She turned her head towards my ear, “I asked you if you have one more round. Are you ready?”

I flexed my cock as an answer to her.

She sat up and tucked her knees under her. I was now looking directly at her heart-shaped ass. I felt a hand reach between the two of us and grasp my shaft. She then rubbed it back and forth along her slick slit. It began to regain its once proud stature.

When sufficiently erect, she impaled herself onto the iron spike under her. She looked back at me over her shoulder and said, “I love to ride a stiff cock.”

She began to ride it hard and free. While I had already come before, and normally would have lasted for quite some time, watching her ass flex and tighten was becoming too much. Seeing her ass riding me would set the standard that I’d compare all women to in my later years.

She began to quicken the pace to a strong gallop. I could feel the swollen crown bruising her cervix.

As soon as I realized that her finger nails were scratching along my tightened testes, it was too much for me. Once again sensing my impending release, she leapt off my spike and wrapped her lips around the purple head. I once again released a copious amount of seed down her throat. I was once again amazed at the amount of semen I was able to offer her.

Looking down at her taking little cat-like licks of the oozing seed, I felt content and sated.

She crawled up alongside of me and said, “Thanks, that’s what my throat needed.”

Quizzically I looked at her, “Excuse me?”

She winked, “Semen coats my throat and hydrates the membranes.”

I would visit her camper each of the three days she was there with the circus. I needed to help as “the show must go on…”

By the way….I never did really get to know her name.