The summer air hung humid in the air above the Pennsylvania field. The year was 1949 and America was altering radically. Still, the days of the big top and side show would continue for a few decades more. For Jeff and Pamela the circus was a welcome distraction. The two of them had not lived in rural Sellersville long. Jeff had been lured to a job in the airplane factory. Pamela's parents had objected to Jeff. There was noting particularly off putting about him, they just felt that no man was good enough for their daughter. They worried, that Jeff, who had been raised in an orphanage and had no family, was not blue blood enough for Pamela. After repeated objections and many infuriating roadblocks, Pamela had sneaked out of her house near dawn one morning and she and Jeff had fled to Elkton, Maryland, to elope. The wedding had been just over two years ago.
Ordinarily the town was dull as dust. If not for the trolley lines to Philadelphia for occasional shopping trips and first run movies and shows, Pamela was positive that she would have withered up and died. The anonymity of the town was a protective shroud however. It was not likely that the detectives hired by Pamela's wealthy parents would find her here. Pamela had called her parents after her wedding and their anger with her was most painful. They would not express even a glimmer of happiness for her. Instead they concluded that Jeff had beguiled Pamela and forced their only child into eloping. Pamela's father vowed that he would spend what ever it too to track down his wayward daughter, have the marriage annulled and see to it that a more suitable man, one who could overlook her tainted status, was found for his "angel."
Jeff and Pamela enjoyed the circus and toured the sideshow. They made a rather striking couple. Jeff stood six foot two and had straw blond hair, blue eyes above a firm jaw and regal nose. He was in fine shape from many hours of hunting and fishing in the rural landscape, and from his job, which was hours of riveting and hefting heavy loads. Pamela was a trim five foot seven. Her long, almost crimson hair, was fastened into a long pony tail, that made her appear much younger than her twenty one years. She wore a simple green frock which fell just past her knee. Pamela's legs were a feature she was quite proud of, although, growing up, all of her friends had said that her green, cat like eyes were her best asset. For emphasis she made sure she always wore nylons, because they drove Jeff wild. Pamela had a flat tummy, modest, yet alluring bust, and a face that would not have looked out of place on a a porcelain doll. Pamela kept her shape through exercise. Sometimes she fished or hiked with Jeff, but her prize was a chestnut horse she boarded and rode at a local farm. There was still much undeveloped country outside the town so Pamela rode contentedly often.
Jeff had bought the stallion, which Pamela had dubbed, Lancelot, with his first bonus from the factory. The two of them rented a small house, putting most of their money aside in hopes of buying a house large enough for children and a barn to stable Lancelot. Both Jeff and Pamela looked forward to the future. Pamela felt sure that were she to become a mother, her parents would be forgiving and would finally accept Jeff. Neither of the two felt that the time was right for children, however. Jeff and Pamela made passionate love often, but they were almost always careful to use protection. Jeff took particular delight in Pamela's luscious body and amazing looks. When he flashed her picture at work the guys were awed and told Jeff that he was married to a movie star. He loved it when Pamela wore her hair in the pony tail. It reminded him of the first time he had ever seen her. It made Jeff hornier than average, and Jeff's average was astonishing.
The circus had been fun but the sideshow was revelatory. The sign above the entry read "Sideshow Delights" and the proprietor was a gray bearded man wearing a wizard's garb, complete with pointy hat.
"Welcome to the world of my creations." the man fairly cackled as he took the married couple's tickets. Jeff thought the man certainly played his role well.
"I hope the rest of the show is as convincing as the old guy is, Honey" said Jeff to his beloved.
Pamela and Jeff ate popcorn and strolled through the tent. There was the expected fat woman and thin man. There was a bearded woman and several African pygmies. A woman juggled fire in a very scanty outfit, Pamela allowed her husband an extra long look before he urged him on. They spied the rubber man and enjoyed a sword swallowing exhibition. Then came the booth that stopped them cold.
Beneath a sign that read "King and Queen of the Freaks" Pamela and Jeff spied the "Human Bull" and the "Snake Woman." The human bull seemed to be covered with fine chestnut hair over every inch of his body. Instead of feet, he appeared to be standing on actual hooves. His body and human arms and were finely muscled. Clad in only a loincloth, Pamela felt sure that the scanty garment had been stuffed, otherwise he really was hung like a horse. His face was handsome with huge, black eyes and a black, bull like nose, and two very real seeming horns, that curved just like those of the animal he was named for. Instantly, Pamela thought of Lancelot.
The snake woman also wore very little. Her skin was ribbed and scaly like a reptile. Under the soft lighting of the tent, her skin appeared iridescence. Her form was very enticing, large breasts, wide hips and long, sinuous legs. A shock of golden blonde hair tumbled to the middle of her back. Her attractive face, while vaguely snakelike, had two piercing blue eyes. Her tongue was long and forked, Jeff was as entranced by this creature as Pamela was of the other. Thunderstruck the two stood for hours, oblivious to the other patrons of the sideshow and every other exhibit. The fascination of the striking married couple did not go unnoticed.
During a lull between crowds the snake woman spoke directly to Jeff..
"I noticed your interest. I assume this is your wife?"
Jeff could not help but notice that the woman's voice was full of breath, it was reminiscent of the hiss of a cobra. Her piercing eyes seemed to be peering into Jeff's soul. After a startled moment he replied,
"Yes, I'm Jeff Saunders and this is my wife Pamela."
"You can touch us if you want, we are as real as you are."
Pamela and Jeff looked at each other and nodded. The freaks strode forward , smiles obvious on their faces.
Pamela daintily reached her arm past the rope limit and stroked the human bull. She could not believe the feel of the creature. He had more muscles than Jeff, his abdominals were prominent and just begging to be touched. The human bull felt like Jeff with a fine coating of hair. The young bride had never felt anything so scrumptious. It was like the best attributes of her husband and her horse in one being. As Pamela, contentedly stroked the creature, the bulge in his loincloth obviously swelled, causing Pamela to gasp.
Jeff did not notice his wife's emanation because his own mind was focused upon the Snake Woman.
Her skin felt just like the serpents, Jeff had caught in the woods behind the orphanage and kept as pets for brief periods. Besides being smoothly scaly, the skin gave like that of a human female. Jeff could feel all the power of the sinuous muscles. While stroking the Snake Woman's belly, she gathered up Jeff's hand placed it on her right breast. Jeff's hand had never felt a more wondrous sensation.
Presently, a fresh crowd of patrons materialized in the tent. The freaks returned to their positions on stage but not before the Snake Woman hissed,
"Meet us at 9:30 behind the sno-cone maker and my husband and I will show you just how real we can be!"
Beguiled, Jeff embraced Pamela and led her out of the tent.
"Oh Jeff, that CAN'T be real can it?"
