17d • Taboo
Hercules and the Hummingbird
Some filthy flash fiction (explicit sex)
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The most lucrative attraction of the traveling circus from the Far East was never featured on the billing. Only word of mouth brought curious patrons to the small tent hidden behind the big top. And most, when told of the ten shilling entrance fee by the attending clown, beat a hasty retreat. Surely no circus act was worth that? Even the name didn’t suggest wonders worth the price. “Hercules and the Hummingbird.” Presumably they had a strongman, and perhaps he’d taught a hummingbird to hover over his head or something. Not a sight they’d part with a week’s wages to see.
But those that coughed up the coppers did not regret it. They spoke of what they’d seen in hushed whispers for years to come.
Elspeth was there on a recommendation from her cousin in Singapore. Mary had told her she simply must see the act. Elspeth had required her maid Vicki to dress her up as a commoner, for it would not be the done thing to be seen frequenting a circus of all things. And so uncharted was the territory she’d be venturing into, she insisted Vicki accompany her.
The two alighted from the cab, and with bonnets strung tight over their heads, they navigated their way through the rabble to the rear of the big top. The noise, smells, and dirt of the trampled mud all assaulted Elspeth’s senses, and she swore she’d take cousin Mary to task if this ordeal wasn’t worth it.
A pantomime clown took their money with a ridiculously wide grin. “Enjoy the show, ladies,” he bellowed and opened the tent flap for them.
Inside, two rows of bench seats in a semicircle faced nothing more than a low rectangular table, with a blanket spread upon it and an old pillow at one end. At the other end sat a plump woman with a cheery face, dressed in rags, and a maid’s cap much like the one Vicki wore. Her legs dangled from the table as she appeared to inspect each audience member with a cheeky smile and an occasional wink. Above her, the sparse interior was lit by a single kerosene lantern hanging precariously from the tent pole.
When the bench seats were full, the clown closed the tent flap for the last time and remained outside, standing guard.
Elspeth huddled close to Vicki in the front row and tried to ignore the bawdy banter of her fellow audience members. It was hushed when the tent canvas opposite flapped open and a young woman slipped inside. Eastern, with dark hair tied back and glowing bronze skin under a faded ruby leotard. When she flitted to the centre, under the lamplight, her youthful beauty became apparent. Delicate almond eyes of golden brown, pinched at the corners with long, natural lashes. A pert, bow shaped mouth with lips of darker rose. Elspeth realised this Asian angel’s face was unadorned with makeup. The glow was natural, perhaps aided by a thin sheen of perspiration; she couldn’t tell. Light bounced off the girl’s pronounced collar bone, and shoulders when she turned. She was truly breathtaking.
“Ladies and gentlemen, and I hope no boys and girls.” The cheerful maitre-de announced, “May I present to you, from the mysterious Far East, our lovely little hummingbird, JiSoo.” And she held her arms out with a flourish to the bowing JiSoo.
Elspeth clapped with the others, but it wasn’t just out of politeness. Her appreciation was genuine. She cast a side glance at Vicki. The maid was just as impressed, smiling with admiration.
JiSoo stood to one side, hands clasped behind her back, as her performing partner was introduced by the gleeful announcer. “And to protect our innocent, pure beauty from the perils of the world, how about some brawn?” she drawled. The largest man Elspeth had ever seen pushed his way through the canvas wall. “Our Hercules! Feng Dong!”
Hercules towered over the hummingbird as he stood beside her, arms folded. Head held high. Well, it was high no matter how he held it. Elspeth thought he must be seven feet at least. And three across. His broad bronze chest displayed muscles she didn’t know men possessed. It was all she could do, not to hide her face from the sight, as his attire consisted merely of a pair of black trunks. And speaking of trunks, she thought, his thighs were as thick as them. Two tree trunks. Her gaze returned to his face. He had the chiseled features and square jaw of some hero caricature in a boy’s cartoon strip. His hair was cut so short it only emphasised the size of his head, and his biceps bulged, each the size of prize winning marrow. Whereas the hummingbird was the essence of femininity, here was the gender opposite, pure male, in some kind of exaggerated prime and peak condition.
The announcer waited for the applause to die down. In her mind, Elspeth coined her Rosie, after a dinner lady that had served her at finishing school.
“Like what you see, ladies?” Rosie called out to the female half of the audience. “Would you like to see more?”
A predictable chorus of positive responses assailed her from the benches. With no further ado, Rosie hopped off the table, crept up behind the hulking figure as if he didn’t know she was there, and whisked his pants down to his knees. A collective gasp included those of Elspeth and Vicki, as if the crowd were one organism that had exhaled. Hercules was hung like a horse! But the ladies first had to recover from the notion that a man had just been stripped bare right in front of them. The very thought! And then, hot on the tail of that shock came the sight of manhood that trumped anything any of them had seen on their wedding nights. His penis hung to mid thigh, the thickness of the rope used to tie up merchant ships at the dockyard. Behind it a swinging scrotum of smooth bronze skin bulged with two hefty testicles.
He stood there, plain as day. Not one ounce of shame or bashfulness. JiSoo looked on with the same admiration as the crowd, a coy smile forming on her face.
Vicki held a hand to her mouth to quell the giggles, and Elspeth fought back the urge to join her.
Rosie beamed at the crowd. “I challenge anyone to present a cock and balls as mighty as these.” She scanned the men, who all found something else to look at.
“And what of our little hummingbird?” Rosie asked theatrically, moving behind JiSoo. If we can endure the sight of brawn in all its powerful glory, surely our eyes deserve to feast upon beauty too?”
Elspeth whispered, “She’s not, is she?”
“I think she is.” Vicki whispered back.
The audience barely had a chance to fidget and murmur with anticipation before Rosie unzipped JiSoo’s leotard from behind. The garment fell to the floor, and the lass stepped out of it. Confident and coy, her hands on her hips, she stood before her audience, naked but for the tie in her hair.
Many watching covered their faces to spare the girl her modesty somehow. But all still looked through their fingers, and took in her beauty. Elspeth included. JiSoo’s golden skin now reflected the light from more places. It shone from the curves of her pert breasts, just large enough to cast a small shadow on her flat belly. And below her belly, she was bald. Bereft of any hair. The gentle rise of her pubic mound fell away at the top of her cleft, the skin split tightly in a vertical crease down the centre of her mound. Had her breasts not been obviously developed… had her hips not widened into womanly curves, she could be mistaken for a lass who’d been warmed by no more than a dozen summers. Elspeth’s cheeks blushed hot on behalf of Jisoo, especially because there were menfolk present.
Soaking up the audience’s shock like a plump sponge, Rosie interrogated them again. “Have you seen such a delight?” She cajoled, “Breasts to quench the driest thirst…” She tapped Jisoo on the shoulder and the naked lass turned about face, “A bum as smooth the proverbial baby’s” Rosie knelt now, her face in line with Jisoo’s bare shapely cheeks.
And when she had the hummingbird turn back to face them, Rosie stayed kneeling and lowered her voice. “And a cunt so pretty, you men might just burst out of your britches!”
’She can’t say that!’ Elspeth’s inner voice stammered. A well bred sense of propriety wanted her to object. To stop this debauchery, or at least make haste from the scene, lest she be deemed a willing participant. The indecency of the language was matched only by the scandalous display it described.
But she remained firmly rooted to the bench seat. Another part of her, a part rarely at the forefront of her character, insisted she remain. In fact, wild horses couldn’t drag her away. Because deep down she had a vague idea, a completely unhinged and salacious idea, of what might come next.
Rosie sat back on the table and her voice returned to its town crier pitch. “How about some acrobatics? We are, after all, at the circus.”
On cue, Hercules lifted his hummingbird around her slim waist as if she weighed no more than her avian namesake. With a massive hand on each of her hips, he turned her upside down in front of him. Now her hair hung down to the packed earth floor and her feet pointed skyward, on either side of his head. Elspeth allowed herself envy at the girl’s breasts, their firmness preventing any sag at the mercy of gravity. Hercules grinned at everyone, his chin resting right on Jisoo’s pretty cunt, as Rosie had called it.
The feather light lass was hoisted over his head, one of his hands between her shoulder blades, the other under her bottom. He turned a full circle, revealing his own pair of buttocks, three times larger than those he held aloft. The tree trunks spread wider, his feet planted firmly further apart. His scrotum swung below, like a perverse pendulum under a grandfather clock.
And he dropped her behind him.
At least it seemed he did, but the gasp of fear from the enthralled audience was premature. He’d grabbed her hands and swung her between his legs, just shy of the clockwork balls. She arched her body into a bridge, facing the crowd, her smooth vulva not three feet from Elspeth’s face. When she stood and gave a bow, cheers erupted, probably more in relief than appreciation. The little hummingbird was unhurt.
JiSoo looked behind and up, to check her Hercules was ready. They nodded to each other, and he hoisted her aloft again, by her armpits. In a maneuver seemingly too deft and swift for his physique, he swapped holds, his hands gripping the backs of her knees before she fell. She leaned back against his broad chest and opened her legs, held firmly in place by a herculean hand under each knee.
Elspeth embraced Vicki for moral support. She and the rest of the audience were treated to an eyeful of Jisoo’s smooth cunt from a perspective reserved only for husbands and physicians. The tight folds of her golden gash now on display, inner lips peeking through outer. Held there until the image was burned into everyone’s mind. Satisfied everyone had their fill, she closed her legs and was set lightly back on terra firma by her human hoist.
“What did you see, gentlemen?” Rosie called from the table at the back, “The pearly gates of heaven perhaps?” she chuckled as she hopped back off the table and beckoned to Hercules. While he dragged the table to the front, at a three-quarter angle to the seating, Rosie passed Jisoo a small bottle of shimmering oil. And the hummingbird began oiling herself with it, as if she were in her own bed chamber, attending to some private beauty routine. Rather than in a grubby circus tent in front of even grubbier patrons.
She then proceeded to oil her man up. Everyone fell silent, watching in awe.
Elspeth felt like her psyche was being jolted from shock to shock. No sooner had she caught her breath from one filthy vision than another presented itself. But she couldn’t turn away, as Jisoo’s oily hands gripped the man’s girthy penis and began to work it expertly into an erection. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft and her hand slid along its length until they reached the head. She rubbed it judiciously with her thumb. Her other hand reached between those sturdy legs and began massaging testicles. Only one of which would fit in her grip at a time. Mister Feng Dong, aka Hercules, stood with arms folded, looking straight ahead as he was manipulated into sexual readiness.
A hush fell over everyone, and it seemed even the outside world fell silent. The only sound Elspeth could hear was the squelch of oily fingers on fleshy sex organs.
Like a divining rod, only much thicker, the penis now stood to attention, pointing high and proud. Jisoo smiled with approval and then perched herself on the table and lifted her feet to the edge. Hercules positioned himself between her legs, his erection now aimed right at Jisoo’s face, as if it were the arrow and her spread legs were the archer’s bow.
“What do you think, folks?” Rose asked. “Can our sweet hummingbird’s tight little cunny cope?”
Elspeth held Vicki tighter. “He’s going to split the poor lass in twain!” she whispered.
Other disbelieving whispers sounded from the benches, stilled when Jisoo reached a hand down and guided the swollen head of Hercules’ penis gently to her glistening lips. She splayed herself open with her index and forefinger, then nodded to her over sized man. With a face of careful concentration, he shifted his hips almost imperceptibly forward, and the first inch of him slid inside her.
Later, in the darkness of her bedchamber, Elspeth would reflect that what followed was possibly the filthiest and yet most tender scene she’d ever be likely to witness. Jisoo threw her head back, entrusting the progress of the lovemaking act entirely to her partner. The brute of a man became a gentle giant, capable of the slightest and most delicate movements. He penetrated her with the care of a model maker inserting a ship into a bottle. Withdrawing and re-entering no deeper than before, more than a score of times before the inch finally became two. And when, twenty strokes later, her breath hitched at the third increase in depth, he paused.
It was ten minutes before he had inserted his length within her. And he ventured no further. His hips settled into a gentle, rhythmic thrusting. Jisoos moaned her pleasure at being so completely full of him.
Elspeth watched, rapt, and also intensely aroused. Warmth spread from her crotch to her extremities, and she feared Vicki would somehow detect her arousal through their embrace.
Gentle, but also generous, was the lover who took Jisoo in front of them that day. He kept up the rhythmic fucking until she climaxed loudly. Her body trembled and spasmed. And it did not escape Elspeth’s attention that the man held one of Jisoo’s knees steady. He exerted some counter pressure in case the lass impaled herself too deep in her writhing and was hurt.
Nobody said a word. Nobody could.
Elspeth squeezed Vicki tight and received a squeeze back. They were no longer the lady of the house and her maid. They were confidants, witnessing something from a shared perspective of innocence and wonder.
Even Rosie had no more questions to ask. She stood to one side, proudly watching her two performers.
When her shaking had subsided, Jisoo eased herself back off Hercules’ shaft and lowered her feet to dangle off the table. She took his wet penis in her hand and worked it steadily, looking up at him with adoration. It was his turn for release.
Proof that he’d been holding himself back, to ensure her pleasure first, followed…
Because it was only a few strokes before he uttered a guttural groan at the tent’s roof and his seed burst forth from his swollen head. The first ejection fell onto the little hummingbird’s breasts, and Jisoo, perhaps so intimately familiar with him, only closed her eyes for the second. A far more powerful pump that splashed over her pretty face.
When the last of his seed escaped with a feeble pump over her fingers, she held her dripping hand up to the crowd and smiled shyly. Rosie led a round of raucous applause.
Silent until they were safely ensconced within the cab home, Elspeth whispered, “I don’t think there’s a shower cold enough.”
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