I still remember the first hairy pussy I ever fucked and how beautiful of an experience it was. It happened while I was traveling with a carnival I was employed with at the time. I did a stint one year traveling with the carnival as part of a sideshow of freaks. My job was to stand outside by the road in front of where the carnival was parked. I would stand there wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton briefs and my werewolf mask, howling and eating tacos like a fiend, trying to get the attention of passing cars and get them to go to the carnival to spend some money.

At first it was just me wearing a werewolf mask and having a taco stand. I would make tacos and sell them to people, howling and wearing my werewolf mask, acting like a clown and entertaining people. As time went by and my popularity grew, though, I began to get more wild with my act. I would howl louder and kick and scream, acting like a beast, doing anything I could to entertain people, get them to buy tacos and tickets to the carnival. I would gobble up tacos right in front of people, smashing whole tacos into my mouth as sour cream, hot sauce, cheese and gorgeous emerald lettuce splattered everywhere.

People would look on in delighted horror. They would buy more tacos. They would buy tickets to the show. I began to attract the jealousy of the carnival's "geek" because my act began to become more popular than his. The geek's act consisted of biting the heads off chickens. It was a gorgeous, gruesome, shocking display of beastly behavior, the red blood splattering and the chickens clucking in fear and sweet pain as their heads were spat out of the geek's mouth who then stood there smiling, his mouth full of blood and feathers. I loved the geeks act and admittedly borrowed from it.

I'd howl and scream then I'd take a delicious hard-shell taco in my hands, hold it up to the sun and curse at it. I'd shout at it, "You are the most beautiful taco I have ever seen, so beautiful that I must EAT you!" Then I'd cram it in my mouth. The crispy shell would go CRUNCH and the crowd would go "ooooh" and then they'd go "aaaaaah". I'd stand there looking at them menacingly, bits of seasoned ground beef falling from my lips. Sour cream stained my fur and the salsa looked like the blood of the geek's chickens all over my hairy face. I think the crowd liked me better than the geek, though, because even though the visuals were similar to that of the geek's performance, everyone knew that no animals were getting hurt. It was all just theater. It was fun and at its deepest level it was all symbolism and potentially as meaningful as the beliefs of any religion because during my act I COMMUNED with the taco as well as communed with the crowd, especially during the part where I'd pass a taco around and have people bite from it.