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Loving in the Back to Backs part 3
by Isabella

The Day of the Big Show

Story Code: M+/f, m/f, animal Sex, historical, Anal, Oral, Masturbation, Public sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Prostitution, Incest, Beast, Under Age

Monday morning was spent discussing how I was going to perform at that afternoon's show, Mr. Oldfield had talked to the audience, they had agreed as one that I should wear everything that I had worn for my rehearsal with one exception, the local Catholic school had a uniform for girls and they insisted that girls had their hair braided or bound. "One of my friends will be bringing a uniform including a hat; my wife will braid or plat your hair so that you look much younger when you start your dance.

Rebecca was sewing another pair of knickers, listening to our conversation and she just mumbled, absentmindedly, "If she didn't have her fanny hair, she would still look very young even when she was nude!" We all just stopped what we were doing and looked over at her, when Rebecca realised that she was now the centre of attention, she looked up from her sewing and said, "What? What have I done now?"

We all looked at one another, Mr Oldfield was the first to speak, "It could work, if I'm careful, I could shave you so close that the audience would think you were at least two years younger, everyone agreed last night that it was your age that made what you were doing so unusual and so exciting for us older men." "That's all very well, but what will my husband say, he might not like the thought that I get shaved between my legs."

Mr Oldfield was already stropping his cut-throat razor on its leather strap, "He was part of the conversation last night, he agreed that your youth was your biggest attraction to most people, he picked you out to marry didn't he, out of the hundreds of women his own age that he knows, he picked you because you were very young and very fresh. Mind you, since he did marry you, you have surprised him every day with your willingness to please."

It was very unusual for the people of the back to backs to see a bathtub being moved from the court yard and into a kitchen so early in the morning and as the girl's fetched water to fill the tub, a group of boys gathered around the window to see what was going on. While Ruth and Rebecca helped me to wash thoroughly in front of the fire, their mother was clearing the kitchen table; the towel was used to cover the table. Once I was clean I got out of the water and sat on the table with my back to the window, "That's no good girl, not enough light there for me to shave you." So I had to turn and face the window and the group of boys, the oldest of them was only about ten years old.

Mr. Oldfield hung a hand towel over his shoulder and told his daughters to open my legs, as Ruth and Rebecca lifted my feet; Mrs. Oldfield pulled me onto my back, while her husband used a badger haired brush and soap stick to create a lather that he plastered all over my lower hair and as he did, Mrs. Oldfield began to brush my hair. My hair was so long that the tips of my hair brushed against the floor as it was being combed through.

"Ruth said, "A fringe! She needs a fringe, I've seen loads of them toffee-nosed Catholic School girls, they all have long hair but every one of them has a fringe as well." There were sounds of shuffling feet as Mr. Oldfield began to scrape the hair off of my fanny with his cut-throat razor, I felt like I was a queen or something, someone brushing my hair while someone else tidied up the hairs between my legs, especially just after two others had bathed me in front of the fire.

Mrs. Oldfield separated a portion of my hair to turn it into a fringe and then she sat at my side and began to braid one half of my hair. I was only vaguely aware of Mr. Oldfield's scraping hair off of my pussy mound and then wiping lather and hair onto the towel over his shoulder, I was though, totally aware as he re-lathered the area twice more and scrapped all of that off too, constantly testing to see if he had shaved me closely enough.

I knew though when he was finished as he used the towel from his shoulder to wipe all over my fanny mound and then he used a mixture of mainly Lavender oil and olive oil with a hundred other secret oils and spices to sooth and soften the skin that he had just run his three inch long steel blade over, "Well, what do you think boys, if you bring me just two pennies you can get as close as you like!"

I sat up, causing Mrs. Oldfield to drop her hold of my hair, there, standing between my feet were all the boys that had been watching through the window when I had been pushed onto my back, the boys were then shooed out of the kitchen. I looked down at my lower body; I hadn't seen that view in close to three years, the mist of dark hair had started to show on my mound when I was ten years old, then I watched as Mr. Oldfield rubbed a little more of the oil mixture all over my mound and pussy lips, as soon as his fingers left my mound it looked like my skin was actually soaking the oil up.

"It took it a little longer that time, I think just one more application and it should be fine." A third application was then smothered all over and this time the faint glistening remained on the surface of my skin. "Don't dress until it has all soaked in, then you'll feel soft and smooth for weeks."

Herbert's friend turned up with not one school uniform but three, as he dropped them off he said, "Don't let the girls wear them out in the street and don't tell anyone where you got them from." Herbert handed over a little cash and the man was gone in a flash. I tried on the blouse from one of the uniforms, it was a little tight and when I took it off I saw that there was enough material in the seam to let it out a little but that would take several hours to re-stitch. Then Rebecca said, "If you unpick the side seams, you could just use a tailor's running stitch to close it up again, it would hold long enough for your dance." "Wait just a minute my clever daughter, the running stitch means that it can be easily pulled apart, right?" Rebecca nodded her head, Mr. Oldfield was now getting very excited, "So, Victoria could be dancing and someone could rip her blouse off of her very easily?" Again, Ruth nodded her head, "I can see a whole new direction, Victoria could wear all of her sexy clothes under her school uniform and, let's say one of you two were with her, you could tear her gymslip off and then her blouse, then force her to strip to the sound of the violin. The men will eat it up!"

Mrs. Oldfield had just finished the second braid in my hair and had carefully cut across the long hair that was now covering my face into a fringe, she said, "What if Ruth and Rebecca both dress in school uniforms too, all three walk into the stables, all innocent like while old Joe is just sitting fiddling for the audience. The girls could all start dancing and skipping about and then tell Victoria to undress, Vicky refuses, they chase her around and grab her gymslip, that just rips off of her back and then they do the same to her blouse and make her strip totally naked. If Mr. Oldfield's Knobkerrie were left in a handy place, Ruth could use it to threaten Vicky to make her strip!"

Mr Oldfield asked us if we could act well enough to pull that off in the show. Ruth and Rebecca were very excited by the prospect of helping out at the show, "Beats the hell out of housework and sewing buttons onto cards. Ruth began to unpick the gymslip and Rebecca the blouse, I took charge of sewing the gymslip back together, as I would have to walk through the streets from Inge Street to the stables wearing it, so the stitching had to be of the best quality or I may get let down before we got to perform the show.

As I stitched away, Mrs. Oldfield said to her husband, "Remember the 'Virgin's Purse'?" Mr. Oldfield chuckled out loud, "I do my wife, I certainly do, but it has been many a year since we could use that trick on your customers!" "Not for me husband, but you could make up a 'Virgin's Purse' for young Victoria."

Mr Oldfield set out directly to visit the butchers. Ruth, Rebecca nor I had ever heard of a Virgin's Purse, so while Herbert was out getting what was needed Mrs. Oldfield told us all about the purse. We all understood how a purse was made, at its simplest, a purse was a square of leather of some kind with holes punches around its edge, then a thin leather strip would be threaded through the holes and pulled to gather all four edges together, tie the leather strap and whatever you put in the purse stops there.

"The virgin's Purse uses pig or sheep stomach in place of the square of leather and human hair in place of the thin strap. The purse is formed and before it is tied shut it is filled with Bull's blood. When my husband and I performed the trick when I was much younger we only used very small purses with a little amount of blood and just before you go to bed with the man you pop the purse, as carefully as you can, as high inside your cunt as you can. The point was to make the mark believe he was having sex with a virgin, you can feel when the purse breaks and if you scream at that point, he looks down and sees blood. All that's left after is skin and human hair, and of course, a blood stain!"

The sheet of stomach liner looked huge to me and very thick, the purse was formed and it took a third of a Gill of Bulls blood to fill it. After pulling the purse closed with just one strand of my hair that was cut off to form my fringe it was agreed that it would need to be bound by several more strands of hair to ensure it was kept tightly closed. As the Virgin's Purse was so huge we realised that I wouldn't be able to insert it while fully dressed in the street in front of the stable, so it was inserted early, before I dressed and my cunt was dusted with Alum to clamp my door shut.

Why so big a purse, the answer was simple, if I was trying to convince just one man, up close, a little blood told a big story but for the show, some men could be thirty feet away, to get the same impression, there would need to be blood in great volume.

There was one beneficial outcome to having my cunt filled with a huge Virgin's Purse; I couldn't risk walking the mile or so to the stable so we girls would all be taken to there by pony and trap. I still had no real idea what animals I would encounter above a dog and a pig, I had no idea just how popular the show would be either, I had really enjoyed performing the previous Monday for the forty or so men and I really hoped there would be far more this time.

Mr Oldfield went out just after lunch, a very light meal but promise of steak for dinner if everything went well during the afternoon. He returned with a trap, the five of us all slipped out of court fifteen and we were trotting to the canal basin and beyond. We girls were given school satchels and Ruth was handed a dog's leash with a tall and handsome looking Dalmatian dog on the other end. We were told to wait until after the first tune had finished before entering the barn.

We walked in slowly as if attracted by the music, the inside of the stable was very dark, all of the windows had been covered up but one full pain of glass had been removed from the roof light and the performance area was very well illuminated., there was a covering of white canvas all over the floor and some kind of low box, also covered in white in the middle of the floor.

We walked in and all three of us began to dance, as we did so the dog began to get excited and kept pulling at Ruth's hand to get closer to me. I realised of course that the dog's interest was that he could smell what to him must have seemed like his dinner between my legs and as I danced, it must have been warming up inside of me and exuding even more smells.

As planned, Ruth told me to undress and she threatened me with the dog, Rebecca had found the Knobkerrie and the two girls chased me around the open space. There was dead silence all around but as I got closer to the edge of the covered area I noticed men sitting on the floor, behind them there were men sitting on benches and behind them, men standing, then a row of men sitting along the edges of wagons with men on benches behind them, benches that were placed on top of the wagons and then a final line of men standing on the wagons as well. This was repeated on three sides, so, as I ran, I estimated that there had to be over two hundred men watching us perform.

The running around had excited the dog even more and instead of Ruth and Rebecca ripping my gymslip off, the dog caught it and shook his head, there was a very loud ripping sound and the dog ripped the gymslip off of my back, there was a deafening cheer from the men all around the room. Ruth had to hand the dog's lead to her father momentarily so that she and Rebecca could catch me and drag me back to the box in the centre of the room. The dog was held from the darkness but so that it was still in the light and it was pulling at the lead and barking up a storm.

I was dragged to the box in the middle of the room, I tried to pull away again and my blouse was ripped off of my body, revealing my very sexy underwear to another cheer from the audience. Rebecca slapped the huge knob of the African club against her hand causing a slap that rang out around the room, "Strip bitch, strip." She said. I was now standing on top of the box and I began to dance around on top of the box and undressed as slowly and sexily as I could.

As I danced and undressed I was ever conscious of the dog, still going mad to get at me on the edge of the pool of light. The response from the audience to each piece of clothing removed and each even sexier piece of clothing that was revealed beneath made all that sewing worthwhile and as the men showed their appreciation I got bolder and bolder.

When I was down to just one pair of knickers left covering my newly denuded pussy, the men went wild as they could see through the thin white netting that I was totally hairless, with my pigtails and bare fanny I really did look like I was a ten or eleven year old girl and not a girl who was a few days from her fourteenth birthday.

As the noise from the men rose Mr. Oldfield let the dog go free and it pounced on me, I was just about to pull my last pair of knickers off but the dog knocked me over before I got the chance. As the dog was trying to get at my cunt through my knickers Ruth and Rebecca stepped in, trying to pull the dog off, then pulling me onto the box so that I was in a better position for the dog to mount me, even though I was on my back still and they were supposed to wait until I got on my hands and knees first.

The noise the men were making made the girls panic a little and they moved the dog into position while I still had my last pair of drawers on and was still on my back, the dog didn't care, he didn't even need his sheath to be pulled back to expose his cock, a job that had been delegated to Ruth to do.

The dog was stabbing his cock wildly all around my lower body and eventually, even though there was a very thin barrio of mesh between us and the effects of the Alum clamping my vaginal opening tightly closed, he still managed to get his cock into me. I had been told to scream at the top of my lungs when I felt my Virgin's Purse rupture. The blood curdling scream that escaped my body was no acting, the dog breaking into my body through my drawers was no acting, the pain was excruciating and by the dog's second thrust, blood spurted across the top of the box, painting an arrow pointing directly to my cunt on the canvas.

The volume of sound coming from the men sounded like cannon fire or thunder from the worst storm in the world, to add to the realism of the act I was really struggling to get away from the dog and there were tears streaming down my face. It took several minutes for me to get accustomed to the dog in me and settle down to enjoying the act which I eventually did of course.

Because I wasn't in the correct position, the dog couldn't tie with me and until he could get his knot into me, he would just keep on fucking until he lost interest. Someone beckoned Ruth away from my side, when she returned she said, "Your husband says that I have to grab a hold on the lump at the base of the dog's cock!" I smiled; at least my husband had got to see the show and a fortunate thing that he had remembered how to make the dog cum.

Ruth grabbed a hold of the dog's knot and as soon as she had it held tightly in her hand the dog stopped thrusting wildly and in moments he was pumping his spunk into me and pumping even more blood out.

When the dog jumped off of me and started to clean up, Ruth held her hand up to let the room see just how bloody it was. There was still a massive torrent of noise from the men and even more so when Ruth offered the dog her hand and it began to lick all the blood from it, as if to prove that it wasn't paint or dye but real blood and the men showed just how much they appreciated that too.

I was pulled to my feet and led away to a curtained off area at the end of the stable, there was a large tub of water waiting for me as well as soap, washcloths and towels, even the funnel and rubber tube so that I could clean out my vaginal cavity.

I watched as the blood covered sheet was removed and replaced with a clean one. Mr Oldfield was standing on the top of the box and announced that two of the Catholic School Girls were now available for the men's pleasure at the end of the room. Ruth and Rebecca both had straw bales covered in sail cloth in two curtained off compartments at the side of the wagons that the men were sitting on and men were forming an orderly queue to pay to play with them.

I returned to the performance area and got an avalanche of applauds and cheering from the men. An old Boar was brought in to the arena, I was really glad that it was an old male and not a feisty young one. I got him onto his back and exorcised his cock for a moment or two, eventually getting him to show his corkscrew cock for the audience, then I bent forward and took the pig's cock in my mouth, as I began to suck it, the hog began to rock his hips and now he was fucking my mouth rather than me sucking his cock.

The Boar began to get more and more excited and eventually he rolled onto his feet and began chasing me around the arena. When I eventually allowed him to catch me I made sure that he pushed me onto my hands and knees and not onto my back. The pig stomped my back and bit my neck as he fucked me, few men realised that the pig hadn't been fucking my cunt and after the pig fired his seed into me and dropped off of my back, Herbert ran out and pulled my bum cheeks apart to show that the pig semen was actually running out of my arsehole and not my fanny.

I was again allowed to go and clean myself up and have the cuts and bruises on my neck and back attended too, the men who had been in the queue for the girls had been watching me with the pig, so of all the men, only two didn't actually see me sucking a pig off and then allow it to fuck me.

I could also see a donkey in the yard beyond the stable, a female that was obviously in season was being used to excite the male and when he was fully rampant they moved him away, his owner had a paint brush in his hand and he pushed the bristles of the brush deep inside the Jenny's cunt while the male was being paraded around for all the men to see up close how big his cock was.

The donkey's owner came over to me and painted my bum with the viscous 'Jenny-juice' and then I was taken back out to meet the donkey. The halter on the donkey's head had Peter stamped into the leather, as soon as Peter got a whiff of me he began jumping up at me.

I could see his cock was fully extended and I could also see that his flange had been cleaned so I bent down and began to fondle Peter's cock as he smelled all around my bottom, there was a clamour going around for me to suck his cock, I'm sure the leader of the chant was my husband. I had to really stretch my jaw to get Peter's flange into my mouth but as soon as it was, Peter began to hump into my mouth.

As Peter's flange flattened out in my mouth I couldn't extricate it easily if I had wanted too, it felt like I was tied to the donkey's cock. I had both of my hands wrapped around his cock shaft, partly to get the donkey off and partly to stop him driving his cock too deeply in.

I was fortunate that it only took an excited donkey a minute or so to ejaculate, at least once it had fired off a bucket full of cum into my mouth and all over my body his cock started to soften and his cock began to shrink enough for me to get it out of my mouth.

It was starting to get late and I'm sure that most of the men were happy that they had got their money's worth from my show and would be happy to call it a day at that. Someone approached Mr. Oldfield and they were chatting as I was helped off the 'stage' to the clean-up area. A donkey that hasn't been 'sexually exorcised' for a while does tend to build up a huge quantity of sperm and as it had been a little too thick for me to swallow very much, so it was totally covering my body, face, hair, head, feet and hands.

I had thought that the show was over; I had been on show for close to four hours and after four hours last Saturday the Wagoner's had started to return to bed their animals down for the night but I heard Mr. Oldfield barking in the arena, they would be passing the hat and if they collected enough money there would be another speciality act in just a few minutes.

'What the hell more could I do?' ran through my mind, perhaps let Peter have another go at me, using my vagina this time or a horse? But then the difference would only be in height rather than in cock size. I finished washing myself and waited for news of what was next.

The collection over and I was called back into the arena, Mr Oldfield told me not to worry, "He's had his claws removed and his teeth as well!" Now I was very confused, what kind of animal could be my next partner be? What kind of animal would need to have its claws and teeth removed?

I soon found out, the noise was double anything I had ever heard before and as I turned, the man I had seen talking to Mr. Oldfield was dragging a seven foot tall brown bear. We often saw dancing bear's at markets and bear baiting was considered a sport amongst the upper crust.

I had seen bears before but never up-close and very personal as I was about to get! John stepped out of the crowd; he was carrying a bear pelt, one that was destined to be a rug or made into a coat for some rich woman. "You don't have to do this if you don't want too, they'll just have to give everyone their money back if you don't do it."

"Would you like to watch me have a bear fuck me?" "Well, of course I would, but it's dangerous, you could get hurt." "Well, if you'd like to watch me with a Bruin, I'm sure the other men in here would love to watch it too, just get Mr Oldfield's club and stand close enough to step in if things look bad." John smiled and went to where the Knobkerrie was propped against a wall.

I held the bear skin over my head, shoulders and upper back and then turned my back on the huge brown bear. Just my legs and bottom were sticking out as I bent forward and leaned against the box in the middle of the floor, now standing on its end to give it extra support.

The bear needed little encouragement, as soon as it saw my back it was on me, it took a while for it to get connected and I had to shift my position to stop the bear from following the pig's route into my body.

The bear took ten minutes to fuck me, not frenetic like a dog or a pig but more so than most men and when the bear shot off, he was pulled away from me and it was John who opened me up to the audience this time to show bear cum running freely from my cunt, the dog was released once again and began to lick at the bear cum running out of my body.

Mrs. Oldfield had brought a change of clothing for me to put on for the trip home and as the men were streaming out of the stable I lost count of the number of them who asked where they could buy underclothes from like the ones I was wearing for my striptease. I was in the stable office as the collection for the 'speciality' act was being counted, each man in the audience had paid a penny for the extra part of the show, those who didn't pay the extra penny were asked to leave the show, no one left.

Three pounds were counted out all in pennies so seven hundred and twenty men had been crammed into the darkness of the stables rather than the 'just over two hundred' that I had estimated as I ran around the room when I first arrived.

One pound was given to the bear's owner, Mr. Oldfield got one pound too and I got one, a straight three way split but that wasn't the best bit, the seven hundred and twenty men had all paid four pence each, I was in for fifty percent of that money, and Mr. Oldfield the other fifty percent but he would have to pay any outstanding money for renting the room, the sheeting, the animals and everything else out of his half.

John and I could have gone mad with seven pounds in our pockets, Mr. Oldfield paid one shilling and ten pence a week to rent the house we were living in, we could have got our own house and paid almost two years in advance on the rent with that much money.

John had the idea of how best to use our newly acquired fortune; I had already proven that I had lots of ideas for how to make very sexy looking clothes and I had the sewing skills to make my ideas come true in cloth. We rented a shop that had two bed rooms above and a kitchen at the back. We didn't live in the shop, all the rooms were converted into workshops and I employed local girls to sew my garments for me, anything that a man might find sexy if his woman or girl wore it.

Because of the way my company started out, being capitalised from an animal sex show and from time to time, money from my prostitution carried us over sticky times, so I'll have to keep my companies name a Secret . My name is Victoria and this is the end of my story ;)

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