Part 3 FRENCH WHORES MAKE GREAT WIVES
The Circus Dwarf with a Monster Cock
{The teller of this tale, Gaspardo Del Tornet, talks of his life experiences. Gaspardo is a French citizen born in Aix-en-Provence of a father who was very strict, being a Sergeant in the French military and born of a French Moroccan mother, who was a baker, specializing in chocolate filled beignets. Gaspardo is now 94 years old and has continued to recounted his life's adventures as herein dictated to the writer known as Erectus. The interview starts with Gaspardo speaking.}
INTRODUCTION
My first wife Jean, God rest her soul, was, and I'm not ashamed to say it, she was a French street whore. At the worst she may have been the most common of a common street whore who plied her trade among common men. For every man who has a cock, there comes a time when he has need to find a willing chamber in which he can discharge those poisons that the almighty has insinuated in the very spleen of mankind. Above all, my dear wife, Jean De Tormet was a fine person who was not only honest but treated people in the most Christian manner, and God knows, she alleviated the poisons in many a man's spleen.
Jean used to work the streets back in the 1960's, that surround the huge Flea Market in Paris, which is still found there on the Rue des Rosiers. Famous the world over for its fine antiques and unique offerings, many of the peddlers and antique dealers who displayed there were her regular customers, and many tourists found her beauty, charms and professional skills most irresistible.
In her day she was one of the most beautiful whores to work the streets. She no doubt would have earned more in a bordello but she didn't want to work under a pimp or boss, both figuratively or literally. She loved her freedom and always remained independent. Of course, she always dyed her brown hair to a honey blonde, she had big natural breasts with full perky nipples, probably bigger than the ever popular Bardot but with a narrow waist just like Brigitte who she resembled. In the evening she was often mistaken for the starlet, which is ridiculous, what would Bardot be doing whoring on the street under a night lamp? But men live in a fantasy world and Jean had every right to take advantage of their sexual stupidity. But the truth was she was a near look alike, it was uncanny, I must say that whenever we went places together, people would point and often come up to us to ask for her autograph.
Jean was extremely intelligent, she spoke a little of several languages. When approached by foreigners she could get by in sex banter with the Chinese in Mandarin, with Indians in Urdu and with the blackest of Africans in Swahili, she could even trade Brooklyn slang with the Yanks and if she could not communicate with words, she would use sign language. And for those clients who preferred quiet, her face could communicate all the necessary emotions while her mouth did all the work or the preparation for what comes next.
Pt. 3. The Circus Dwarf with a Monster Cock
(Please note that no pejorative connotation should be drawn from the historical fact that dwarves have for hundreds of years found employment in circuses or from the biological fact they often have enormous penises.-God Bless Them All)
In the spring of that same year, to celebrate her birthday, I suggested to Jean that she take the evening off from her occupation as a sex worker and we visit the famous circus carnival run by Fred Carnot that came once a year to Paris.
Although Fred has sinced passed away, back then Jean was often his guest in his dark office more than once during the three week run of the circus performances. As you might expect from such a busy entrepreneur, he kept a foldout bed in his office. Fred, like many older men in that period sometimes had difficulty sustaining his erection. Jean was able to accommodate him with a combination of oral and a tight elastic she wore in her hair for just such occasions. She would suck his penis into its full expression and then gently insert it through the elastic which was tight enough to restrict his blood flow and thus allow Freddy to enjoy coitis without losing his girth.
But Fred Carnot was a gentleman, on those rare instances when even the 'elastic system' and a finger in the ass did not prod his cock to firmness, he always paid Jean just the same and ended up eating her pussy instead, a treat he said was almost as good as fucking it.
The Carnot Circus was known throughout Europe. It started its tour in France and little by little arrived in every large city along the coast, then they would travel on to major cities in Germany, then Switzerland, completing its southern journey in Northern Italy with shows in Milan, Florence and Bologna. From the Italian port of Livorno, he would charter a transport vessel to carry the entire circus, animals and performers to the port of Dover, nearest to London where they would start again the yearly tour once more.
If good weather held, the trip by ship took approximately,about 7 or 8 days and was considered a vacation for the personnel, who spent the time on board rollicking in drunken parties and liberal fornication with each other and the ever ready crew of horny sailors on board.
The female dwarf singing trio included one member who was actually a midget and had very large beautiful breasts. The trio were particularly active on these trips. During the normal circus sessions they sang the Munchkin song in harmony with their normal high pitched voices but on the vacation tour they prefered to perform lewd sex acts. There, on an improvised stage, the little people, quite drunk on French Cognac, would delight in acting out a pornographic drama, where they were prostitutes in a brothel and they would chose sailors to come on the stage to copulate with them. Just as the sailor of the moment completed the sex act and withdrew his penis, they would all point at him with a high pitched cry they would chorus,
"Eees cock is too small,"
which never failed to get a big laugh. Then they would chose a new sailor from the audience who would run forward to keep the assorted sex acts going with the hope his cock would not be too judged too small, though it always was.
However in Paris, one sees a serious circus production.
As publicity for the circus, several days before the normal performances were set to begin, the circus rowdies would tie a cable from below the spire of the Cathedral of Notre Dame to a steel anchor post hammered into the ground outside in the piazza. The Brzezinski family, who were originally from Poland set off the circuses' arrival with this free demonstration of what the public might see at the Circus Carnot.
One by one, the family, using a long weighted ballast to to help retain their balance, would climb to the top of the church without a net. This procession included two family members atop a special metal rimmed bicycle at the center of the procession while one tight rope walker preceded them and two followed them supporting a ladder backed chair where the grey haired grandfather sat. I suggested to Jean that the old man's expression indicted he was suffering from dementia.
"Oh no," said Jean, "that is part of the act, that you should think he is too old to be up there. The fact is he's quite lucid and can still sport an erection," and she winked her most wicked wink. Of course, Jean would know.
After seeing this free public exposition, who could fail to attend the show? It was a classic two ring circus in a large tent. If you didn't find one act of interest you could always watch the other. In addition, overhead there were high wire acts with trapeze and tightrope walkers. The female tightrope walkers wore minimalist costumes which encouraged the men below, and I admit I was one, to closely watch their shapely muscular legs and exception asses that might as well have been nude.
They performed with a net and rare was the evening that someone did not fall into the net to the crowd's amazement and delight. There is something about watching a disaster as it happens that seems to cry out to the human soul, perhaps with the pleasure knowing that the accident is happening in fact to someone else. Of course these unexpected falls were choreographed as well.
European circuses have always had very professional musicians, who although half intoxicated still manage to perform their own style of Circus music, featuring clarinet and tenor saxophones. Much of their original music originated in the 1920's although the creators are mostly now forgotten. Needless to say, the evening's performances always included inebriated improvisation that followed and underscored the performer's act.
Of course we enjoyed the music, the parade of clowns, and the high wire acts which featured the Brzezinski family, renowned throughout Europe.
That evening, while seated in the gallery for the first 45 minutes and enjoying the circus show, I was surprised when a circus clown with a red ball over his nose and a tiny hat wearing a gaily colored striped suit approached us. I was straining my neck watching a daredevil motorcyclist, high above us riding in unending circles head over heels within a perforated steel ball. As the motorcyclist rode, a rain of yellow sparks cascaded down onto the crowd.
At that moment, when everyone went, "ahhh" and the lights dimmed, the clown handed Jean an envelope. She quickly ripped it open, extracted a note and rapidly read it, then folded it neatly and placed it between her large bosoms.
At the end of the motorcycle act, she leaned over to me and whispered that we were invited to a special black ticket show later that night. She explained that there was one member of the Brzezinski family who did not perform on the high wire. It was their middle son. Because of his deformities his act was in a closed tent just beyond where the sideshow was located.
I nodded my head, such invitations were not uncommon, Jean had admirers everywhere. We had passed the sideshow area upon entering. There we had seen the unusual acts, the colossal fat lady Elsa Porchoni, the Snake Handler, Demitri Greco, the Tattooed man, Leonardo Cazzavali and his wife Fabia who was almost nude save for the multitude of tattoos and tiny squares of fabric that covered her nipples and pubic area. Her backside was naked and when she turned to the crowd and flexed her butt you could see clearly that she had the image of a tiger chasing a naked women into the crack of her ass.
When main circus show finally concluded, we returned hand in hand to the sideshow area now empty of the acts we had seen upon our entry. There, a little past these dormant exhibits was a small tent with a sign above the door that said,
"Elvin,The Magic Dwarf, attendance limited, by invitation only."
Although Elvin was in his late twenties, several years earlier he had met Jean in a cafe on Rue de Libre and at his fervid request she consented to escorted him to his hotel. I hardly remembered her comments on their first encounter, but when I saw Elvin, it came to mind how accurately she had described him.
He stood about 135 cm. in height, had a large head, a fully shaped long crooked nose that dropped out of his forehead like an avalanche. His ears looked like small bat wings that were pierced so he might wear large gold double hoops, one hoop hanging from the other, a large rose cut diamond piercing glittered between his cheek and the side of his nose. He had thick lips, one of which was split and a chin that jutted forward with a sapphire cabochon piercing centered below the lower lip. His forehead was covered with wrinkles and he was bald on the top of his head but the hair on the sides was dyed a yellow color. However, it was not until later when he disrobed that I fully appreciated what ordeal she must have gone through with his monster cock.
I assumed it had to be an oral or manual exercise as I could not imagine her offering any other kind of sexual relief.
