Horny the Clown

[TheIrishRover]

Horny was a clown in the Beaver Brothers Circus. He traveled the country with the big top show, entertaining the crowds. He was a tall, lanky man with shaggy yellow hair and a handsome, but lean face. Every evening, he would transform into Horny, the hobo clown who used a horn instead of speaking.

Everyone in the circus knew that Horny was a horn dog. He was always spying on the female trapeze artists, as they dressed, or accidentally feeling up the female contortionists. Everyone knew he wore extra large pants to hide his constant boners.

This is the story of how Horny, after years of trying, finally got laid.

It was half an hour to show time and Horny was already in costume and working the sideshow, entertaining the crowds. He was juggling rubber chickens and balancing on a ball, when he saw her. She was the new act that the Beaver Brothers had just hired and she was a knockout. He actually fell for her at first glance, as he fell of the ball and was hit in the head with the rubber chickens.

Ooc: open, but make sure you post at least a paragraph per post and a physical description of your character.

 

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Dangle it gently, open wide, ease it down..... Ambrosia was surely the master of sword-swallowing. Had anyone before her gulped a blade quite so...... sensuously? Some mothers were loathe to even allow their children to see her act, so raunchy was her style. With a knowing wink to the audience, Ambrosia would draw a gleaming sword from its scabbard, give a mock gasp at its size, and bite her ruby-red lip suggestively with gleaming white teeth. Rumours flew around ever town that her old circus patronised, about where and how she had learned such skills, and whether they were.....transferrable.

Now she was the new girl, and she had upped her act still more. She wore a purple corset, the colour of a bruise, that entuated an impressive bosom for a slim lady. Her long pale legs were on show under the bright lights, the shortest of short-shorts preserving her modesty. Thick coal-black hair cascaded down over her shoulders. The twinkle in her green eyes sent many hearts a-fluttering.

Ambrosia was at this point just behind the caanvas, out of sight of the crowd, preparing herself. She adjusted the corset and pushed up her breasts, smiling coyly into the mirror- she even flirted with herself.

 

[TheIrishRover]

Horny, who's real name only and few knew, picked himself up from the ground and collected his rubber chicken's, quickly sticking them down his over sized pants. He had only caught a fleeting glance at Ambrosia, but already he was enamored. He quickly forgot about his job, which was entertaining the sideshow crowd, and crept up to the canvas tent flap, behind which Ambrosia was getting ready, and sneaked a peek around it, trying very hard not to be spotted.

As he watched her flirting with herself in the mirror, and pushing her breasts up, he felt himself growing hard. It was a common enough occurrence. He reached down inside his over sized pants, with one white cotton gloved hand, and started to stroke himself. He just couldn't help it. The way her short, shorts road up into her pert bottom and the way that her luscious melons were creamy white against her purple corset. He did not really want to come, and was just stroking himself for the sensation, but soon his manhood was actually pushing, just a bit, at his baggy pants.

 

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Ambrosia hummed gently to herself, calming her pre-act jitters. She was enjoying being with the Beaver Brothers' circus. It paid well, along with all the custard pies she could eat. And there were some real chraracters in the troup. Among others: Big Bertie, the strong man with the massive torso (what a dreamboat!), Sharon the bearded lady (who always had time for a quick gossip), and Titiania, the old grey fortune teller (who had told Ambrosia, with a grin, that she would be surprised by a coworker before the moon was full). How fun!

The performer leant forwards towards the mirror, in an attempt to discern whether a red mark by her lip was lipstick or a splash from the half-bottle of claret that she liked to gulp down before performances. It was lipstick, and she wiped it away fussily with a slender finger. Now her scantily-clad rear end was thrust out, in what would be a most enticing pose for anyone who might be watching.

 

[TheIrishRover]

Horny was suddenly presented with a luscious rear end, barely covered by a pair of short shorts. His stroking suddenly increased and he started to gasp. It was just so deep and round. He became so excited that he started to raise on his tip toes. It was then that disaster struck. He fell forward, through the flap, landing face first on her protruding rear end.

Before he could right himself, he slipped and fell, phallic first, onto the sawdust floor. He struggled to stand, but ended up ramming his now painful cock against Ambrosia's rear end. He was in character, so rather than speaking his apology, he merely honked his horn in a crestfallen fashion.

 

[Initiate_me]

Crash, bang, ouch! First Ambrosia felt him, his face bouncing on her generous rear, then she heard him, tumbling to the floor with a dull thud, and then she felt him again- his gearstick poking her roughly. And all before she could even react! For a moment aftwerwards, she was livid- this ridiculously-dressed intruder had ruined her pre-act focus, and taken liberties with her lovely bum. But upon hearing his folorn honk, and seeing the sorrowful expression on his face, she couldn't stay angry. Perhaps there was a funny side. And she did have a bit of a thing for clowns....

She favoured him with a reasurring smile. And then a dirty wink.

 

[TheIrishRover]

Horny could hardly believe that she had taken it so well. Every time he accidentally felt up on of the women in the show, or spied on them while they were dressing, he got slapped? He had been slapped so many times that he could have changed his name to Slappy.

Horny honked happily, and let his bow tie spin around, with still ogling Ambrosia's charms. He remembered that his cock was still very stiff, and pushing out the front of his clown pants, and removed his hat. He took the battered old felt hat and held it in front of his erection, but returned her wink with one of his own.

 

[Initiate_me]

Something about that spinning bow tie was very exciting. It was like a special signal- one that really got her going. And no human noises- just a happy honk or two. What would she have to do to squeeze a moan or a goan from him? And now he was covering his straining hard-on with a tatty hat. Cute!

Ambrosia slowly raised her hands to her pruple corset, sweaking the tie-strings playfully, while wiggling her hips suggestively. One hand fell to trace her curves, her eyes fixed on the clown.

 

[TheIrishRover]

The Clown followed her every movement with hungry eyes. He winked at her and let his hat rest on his cock. He used his free hands to produce a small red ball out of mid air. Next he tucked the ball into his cupped hand and then opened that hand to reveal that it had vanished. He looked around in wonder, before tapping his finger to his forehead. Reaching out nervously, he reached into Ambrosia's cleavage and produced the ball. His finger tips had found Heaven, for a moment, between her soft mounds.

He held up the ball in wonder and then stuck it down his pants. He wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. Horny could not believe how well this was going. It was like playing to a lusty audience of one

 

[Initiate_me]

Ambrosia watched the tricks with amusement. Magic always made her wet, and she didn't mind his cheeky touch of her cleavage. She put her hands together daintily and gave him a delicate applause for his efforts, beaming gleefully. She wondered if they could play a fun-filled game of Find The Clitoris, but after a moment more of staring at him, she realised that might be a little above his level. Still, there was fun to be had for sure.

It was time, she thought, to show some of her skills. These were as limited as her act- she could fit things quite far down her throat without much trouble. And that was all. But it had made more than one man crazy with desire. She looked around for a suitable prop, before deciding on one of the many odd balloons that were lying around. This one was a long, phallically shaped balloon, she could tell even in its shrivelled state. She took it and pressed it to her lips, winking at Horny. She blew into it, one breath after another, inflating it until it was over a foot long. Then she raised her eyebrows and slowly pushed it down her well-trained throat, careful to keep a good hold of one end!

She repeated the trick, withdrawing it, shiny with saliva, almost fully before pushing it back down again, several times. Then she pulled it out and popped it- Bang!- with a lavishly-painted fingernail.

"I'll leave it to your imagination what else I can do," She said to him, softly.

 

[TheIrishRover]

Horny barely needed the physical props to imagine what she was capable of. If anything, he almost came watching her perform fellatio on a balloon. Finally, he realized that it was almost time for her to go on. The stage manager had stuck his head out from behind the canvas and was gesturing at her. He wanted to suggest that they meet up after the show. He wanted to suggest that he had a neat way she could prove her skills on him, then and there, but there just was not time and he was still in paint. In twelve years of professional clowning as Horny, he had never broken character and talked.

With sadness, he gestured for her to go on and start her show, before turning and walking away with a sad, half-hearted honk. Soon he was back in his dressing room, with a bottle of hand lotion, stroking himself and dreaming of her ruby lips taking his shaft deeply into her enchanting throat. He did not last long like this, before he felt himself building to a climax, and then came into a polka dot handkerchief.

The rain was coming down hard, beating against the roof of the trailer that Horny shared with Horton, another clown. He had lain awake for hours the night before, thinking about Ambrosia, and leisurely pleasuring himself. Now the morning had arrived, and adequate sleep or not, his day was about to begin. Horny dress quickly in a pair of jeans and a Ramones t-shirt, before heading out his door with a rainbow colored umbrella.

Heading over to the performer's chow tent, he received his tin plate of sausages and eggs, and squeezed in between Bertie and the Bearded Lady, at one of the long tables. He thought about Ambrosia again, as he looked down at the little burnt sausage links.

 

[Initiate_me]

Ambrosia had already eaten, bubble and squeek, and had retired to her own trailer to polish the swords in preparation for the afternoon's performance. She used a blend of almond oil and pureed strawberry- which others frequenlty though disgusting and perverse, but that she always insisted helped the blades slide down more comfortably. Yesterday's act had gone to plan- she had been slightly distracted at first, by the exhcange with that funny, clumsy, sexy clown just moments before confronting the audience, but she had quickly overcome that and provided an exciting show for the customers.

She wondered if she would see Horny again. She had asked around after him, but everyone just laughed and said how much of a naughty peeper he was. But she knew there was more to him. She knew that she could teach him a thing or two....

 

[TheIrishRover]

When he was done eating, Horny walked through the trailers, to his dressing room. He got ready as quickly as possible, for the show. He did up his make-up, donned his bow tie and put on his loose clown pants and an old ragged brown coat. Lastly he tied his horn to his belt, with a rope. Horny the hobo clown was reborn.

He had hurried, because he hoped to spy on Ambrosia, as she was getting ready. If he was lucky, he could sneak a peek at her, before she put on her corset! When he was outside her dressing area, and carefully sneaked up the tent flap and opened it, to see if she was still inside.

 

[Initiate_me]

Ambrosia had been in her dressing area for a few minutes, humming to herself and going about her preparations. She was makeup-free, wearing just her purple thong, standing in front of her trusty mirror. Her nipples were perky with the cold that eeked its way into the tent from outside, raising also some goosebumps on her naked flesh. She smiled, she liked it. Lalalalala, another performance to give.

 

[TheIrishRover]

Horny could not believe his luck! She was practically naked! His eyes bugged out, looking at the way her thong disappeared into the crack of her ass. He could see her big breasts too, in the reflection of the mirror. Immediately, he felt himself go from half mast, which he was practically always at, to a full salute to her beauty. He reached into his pants with his soft gloves, and started to stroke himself, with joy and admiration.

 

[Initiate_me]

Ambrosia heard the soft sound of Horny's self-stroking. She smiled to herself. She liked an audience, and was glad that he was back. What was the point of being naked and gorgeous if there was no one to gaze upon all of her curves-in-the-perfect-places? She resumed humming, a pretence of ignorance. She took her position in front of the mirror- she had changed her plans for him. She would apply her makeup before her outfit. Perhaps she would even invite him to join her.... still an hour remained until her next act. There was time. There were possibilities. Her breasts were facing away from Horny, but she thought he would probably be able to see them in the mirror. She reached back and adjusted her thong, for his viewing pleasure.

 

[TheIrishRover]

Horny almost gasped, as her thong came in and out of her ass. He could think of other things that would do the job just as well, from his cock, to his fingers. His thoughts quickly were becoming erotic in nature, as he viewed her luscious fanny and her big breasts. Finally, he made a decision. He deliberately strode through the curtain, pretending that he did not know she was there. He did a spit take, as he found her in the virtual nude, and then quickly covered his eyes, turning his head to the side bashfully. He let a little apologetic squeak out from his horn.

The truth was that he hoped that she would not kick him out. After all, she had flirted with him, which was something that no one had ever done before! He had hopes that she would allow him to watch her dress.

 

[Initiate_me]

Ambrosia turned slowly to face Horny, not even pretending to be surprised by his presence. She stood there before him, proudly nude but for her skimpy thong, her shapely breasts exposed.

She curled her finger in a beckoning motion. It was time for him to do more than just watch. She had special plans for the naughty clown.

 

[TheIrishRover]

Horny could not believe his eyes. He took his fingers from in front of his face and walked up to her, until she was only a foot away. He looked into her eyes hopefully. His cock was at full attention now, and pushing out the front of his baggy trousers. He could feel it slip through the slit in his boxer shorts, but did not even care. He reached out nervously and touched her left breast, letting his finger tips linger over the nipple. It was the first time he had ever gotten a good look at a naked breast, much less than touch one.

 

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Ambrosia giggled when he touched her breast. It was a combination of his silly white gloves, and his comical expression of delighted-disbelief. His enthusiasm was certainly a turn on for her, she could feel herself moisten a little. She wondered how far she could push him before it overwhelmed him and he fled.
She allowed her hand to trail down his cheek, down his chest, past his waist....to the top of the baggy trousers. She met his eye and raised an eyebrow suggestively. Licked her lips. Then she reached out and..... gave his horn a quick little honk.

 

[TheIrishRover]

There were a lot of first happening today, though Horny! No one had ever honked his horn before! He felt his penis pulse with excitement. Taking this all as a good sign, he reached up with his other hand, to cover her other breast. He gave them both a gentile squeeze, and then started them dancing up and down, just for the enjoyment of it.

He was sure that he was going to far, and that she would stop him at any second, and say it was all a mistake. He figured that he better enjoy it while he could. He could use the silky feel of her breasts as fodder for pleasuring himself, later. His eyes followed the breasts, as they danced and he gave her a big clown smile.

 

[Initiate_me]

Horny's hands were both now planted on her chest. She couldn't help giggling, it came out when he gave her hat ridiculous smile. She mimicked his little dance, her breasts moving with her. He was definitely enjoying this private show, that much was clear! She thought it high time to push things forward a little, and so in went her hand, into the baggy trousers... they were large and roomy, but it didn't take long for Ambrosia to find what she wanted.

"Well, what have we here?" She questioned him with mock puzzlement, as her soft bare hand closed around the shaft of his hard cock. She pouted with ruby red lips, and gave a gentle squeeze.

 

[TheIrishRover]

Horny gave her a surprised look and reached down to honk his brass horn. He could feel her hand over his hard cock. It quivered in her grasp. He quickly released the clips, which held his pants up by suspender, sending the pants down around his big clown shoes. His bow tie twirled around in approval and he honked his horn again, and he reached down into her thong, to return the favor. He did not know what to do down there, but did enjoy feeling around. His free hand moved back up to her breasts.

Her ruby red lips were ravishing. He wondered what it would be like to have them wrapped around his manhood.

 

[Initiate_me]

Horny's ameteurish rummaging down the front of her thong made Ambrosia giggle. She liked her men inexperienced. She liked her men..... fresh. Admired his spinning bow tie as she started to rythmically stoke his cock, her grip becoming more firm, a steadiy pumping. She was becoming more moist and wondered how Horny would react when he realised his glove was being significantly dampened.