Mr. Ticles Taes Me to Pound Town

Carnivals have always been a great love of mine. Growing up, my friends thought it was strange how excited I became at the news of a carnival coming to town, but they were cunts. It took me awhile to pinpoint what exactly drew me in so effortlessly when it came to carnivals, but the older I became the more I understood. Don't get me wrong, I've always loved the games, rides, even the food made of fried lard ass, but none of those things were at the center of what I loved so much. Can you guess what drew me in? I bet most of you can, but for those without a clue, I'll tell you: clowns.

The older I got, the more aware I became of my sexual attraction to clowns. I never thought they were scary or creepy like most kids my age did. I always found them very mesmerizing, possibly because despite the human underneath the costume and makeup, the clown itself didn't seem exactly human, and I liked that about them. As I began to mature, that "like" began to take on a more sexual role, and I no longer just liked clowns, I wanted to be fucked by one. When I turned eighteen It got to the point where I couldn't find a compatible sexual partner because all I could think about were clowns, and I doubted any of my flings would be comfortable enough embodying a clown for me, so I gave up.

I should clarify on "giving up," because what I mean by that is despite giving up on pursuing sexual relationships with people that I deemed unable to handle my desires, I never gave up on fulfilling the fantasy of being fucked silly by an actual clown. I realized that if I wasn't fucked by an actual clown, then I didn't want to be fucked at all. It was shortly after that realization that a carnival was due in town. I could barely contain myself at the thought of being fucked by an actual clown. Just the thought alone was enough to make me so wet that a second hoover dam needed to be built. Anyway, the point was that a carnival was due to arrive in town that Friday, and I knew that was my chance to finally fulfill my fantasy and get some clown cock.

That entire week seemed to go by so slowly, but when Friday finally arrived my body was ready for some erotic clown loving. I wasn't going to let that night end without a clown's cock balls deep inside me, and that was a fact. I decided to attend the carnival without the company of friends, as I figured I had a better chance of getting a clown to approach me and fuck my brains out if I was on my own. I wasn't going to take any chances that night, and even my outfit was planned to perfection: Short black leather skirt, white knee high socks with rainbow colored bands at the top, black platform boots, a rainbow colored crop top, and my hair in two high pigtails with fun colored hair ties. With my long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, I looked like a way hotter version of Baby Spice from the Spice Girls.

I was hoping my sweater would draw attention because its tight fit made it appear as if it were a second skin. The fabric of my top felt soft and cool as it hugged my double D sized tits, and exposed my midriff and pierced navel. My tits may have been large, but their perkiness ensured that a bra wasn't required to show off their fullness and perfect shape. Without the constriction of a bra it was ensured that my tits would gently bounce, and my skirt was just short enough that as my hips swayed back and forth a slight view of my ass cheeks would be visible. I was hoping that all this plus being by my lonesome would be enough to entice a clown into fucking me into oblivion.

As I entered the carnival I became quite overwhelmed as I didn't know where my best chances of finding a clown was, and the amount of people and attractions made everything feel quite chaotic. After I took a second to take everything in, I saw it; a huge fun house that's entrance was none other than a clown's open mouth. I instantly knew I would find what I had been yearning for there. I could instantly feel my nipples harden against my shirt, and began to squeeze my legs together in hopes it would keep me from shoving my fingers down my panties and fucking myself right there. Just the entrance alone made every inch of my body feel as if it were on fire. I needed a clown's cock, and I needed it immediately.

As the line of people in front of me waiting to enter the fun house began to dwindle, my breathing quickened and I could feel the wetness between my legs start to form. I was so horny I felt as if I could cum right then without even being touched, the thought of which made me shiver for a brief moment causing me to drop the tickets needed to enter the fun house. I quickly bent down to pick them up and once I reached them I froze as I remembered how short my skirt was and that my lime green thong and entire ass would be visible to whoever was behind me. Before I had time to even attempt covering my exposed ass, I felt something rub against it. I turned around to realize that what had just been pressed against me was the bulge of a clown. I was speechless.

I couldn't even open my mouth to answer the clown when he asked if I needed help picking up my tickets, as his clown crotch was still up against my ass and I could feel his bulge begin to swell. I knew this was the clown that was going to make my fantasy a reality. I knew his clown cock was going to cum all over me and hopefully inside of me. A few seconds passed and I was still speechless while taking in his beauty: he had to be around 6'5, large muscular build, with a face full of clown makeup, and of course he had the pinnacle of any clown: the big red rubber nose. He wore a pinstriped suit, large red clown shoes, red curly wig, and a pinstripe top hat. He was perfect and I couldn't wait for him to be inside of me. Even his voice was perfect as it walked the line between being silly and sinister.

I couldn't move or speak as the clown of my dreams stood before me and he knew it. As it was finally my turn to enter the fun house, the clown took my hand and led me in. My entire body felt electric the second he touched my hand, and my body began to follow his into the dark fun house. He quickly led me through twists and turns and I could tell he wanted to bring me somewhere more private, somewhere we could be alone, somewhere we could fuck. Before I knew it we were in a room that appeared to be a makeup room as there was a vanity with makeup and costumes surrounding it. The lights in the room were already off, but the room was still somewhat illuminated by the lights that surrounded the vanity in the center of the room.

Before my eyes could fully adjust to the rooms dimness, the clown took my hand and brought it up to his big red rubber nose and I instantly knew what he wanted; he wanted me to honk it. I could see how bad he yearned to have his big red pulsating nose honked so I gave in and satisfied him. It was as if his nose was a pump that instantly inflated his clown cock, because his cock instantly became fully erect. I couldn't believe the size of it, even through his pinstripe pants I could tell it was unnaturally long, and that scared me a bit, but it also excited me. I wanted this clown to bend me into every balloon animal shape I could think of and more.

As I stood in the corner of the room waiting for the clown to have his way with me, he removed his pants while saying "and you thought my shoes were big," revealing his comically massive clown cock. I stared in amazement at the sheer length of the clown's member as it resembled an elephant's trunk. The clown wasted no time, as he then demanded I get down on my knees while referring to himself as "Mr. Tickles." I still had a look of utter disbelief at the size of his cock and I was once against speechless as my knees hit the cold concrete of the floor. Seeing as I couldn't speak, the clown I now knew as Mr. Tickles said "Bby carrot, don't worry Mr. Tickles is going to take you to pound town, and you'll never want to leave." Mr. Tickles then took his long ass clown cock and began to twist and turn it as if he were making a balloon animal. After a few short moments his 26 inch cock was now in the shape of a sword, and I was completely ready for him to stab my mouth with it.

Mr. Tickles then bent down and ripped off my shirt, exposing my large tits and hard nipples. He then slapped each of my tits twice and then said "mmm, just like my mom's." Mr. Tickles then grabbed onto both of my pigtails and said "don't be afraid of clowns, we just want to love you," and then without hesitation, he forced every last inch of his raging hard clown cock into my mouth. Mr. Tickle's mighty sword magically slid all the way down my throat with little resistance. With his beautiful clown cock all the way down my throat, he began furiously fucking my mouth while using my pigtails to push his sword deeper and deeper down my throat. With every thrust of his cock, I choked harder and gagged louder, as I was beginning to feel like I was being suffocated with his massive member. He fucked my mouth so hard that I began making sounds that didn't even sound human, but I could tell Mr. Tickles enjoyed every second of it, and that turned me on.

I could feel my mascara run down my face as my eyes welled up with tears from the painful fucking he was giving my mouth. He was relentless and I could tell the more pain I was in, the more he enjoyed himself. With his giant cock thrusting back and forth in my mouth, I looked up at him and instantly knew he loved seeing me so helpless, and when our eyes met he said "swallowing swords is dangerous, Bby Carrot, especially if you're not a professional." He then pulled my pigtails so hard that I thought he was going to rip them out of my head while he feverishly fucked my mouth almost giving me whiplash. I had never been spoken to or treated in such a way, and with every demeaning thing he said and did I could feel myself get wetter.

After a few minutes of fucking my mouth, his cock was completely covered in my saliva and tears. My head was spinning with both pain and excitement. Without saying a word and still holding onto my pigtails, he kept my head still and slowly removed his cock from my mouth just keeping the tip at my lips. He watched as all my saliva ran from the tip of his cock onto my chin where it then dripped down onto my bare tits. He hadn't cum yet, so I was excited for what he was going to do to me next. He then began to rub the tip of his cock around my lips and face, covering me in my own saliva and his pre cum. His pre cum tasted of cotton candy and I couldn't get enough of it. I wanted more. I wanted Mr. Tickles to blow his hot clown load of happiness all over me.

When he was satisfied with my face being covered in saliva and pre cum, he told me

there was one more thing he needed to do before it was time to see how well my pussy could swallow his sword. He then jammed his cock into my ear, giving me a wet willy while asking me if I loved the tickle of his pickle. When he was done I attempted to get to my feet, but he wanted to be in complete control. He quickly pushed me back to the ground and told me that I wasn't to move unless he told me to. He told me that I needed to be a good little obedient clown loving whore and do everything he said without question. I nodded without hesitation and at this he grinned and violently pulled me up to my feet, swung me around, and pushed my back and head down against the top of a vanity. My face was right in front of the vanity mirror, so when I lifted my head up, I could see Mr. Tickles getting ready to fill my pussy with his glorious cock. I was soaking wet just thinking about being filled with his cotton candy flavored cum.

He was standing behind me and with his hard cock pressed up against my ass he said "Bby, your one-eyed Willy looking asshole looks delicious, but it's going to have to take a back seat in my clown car, because that pussy of yours is begging for some clown cock." He then began to spread my legs apart. He spread my legs apart so far so that I felt like a wishbone about to break. With me bent over bent over the vanity, he began to run his giant fingers over my pussy lips and he said, "let's see whether your pussy is mightier than my sword." He then pulled down my skirt and ripped off my panties and with one quick thrust his entire hard cock was all the way inside me. I screamed out in pain. Mr. Tickle's sword was too much, and it was much mightier than my tight little pussy. I wanted to fuck a clown, but I didn't want to end up with internal bleeding. I ain't got insurance for that.

After the initial pain of his cock being shoved inside me, I attempted to relax, but relaxing wasn't an option. Mr. Tickles then took one of his giant clown hands and began to roughly slap my clit while maniacally screaming "They taught me this in clown school!" It wasn't long until I realized that he was slapping my clit to the tune of carnival music. I could feel the lips of my pussy swell as his slaps became harder and harder and the beat of the carnival music became faster and faster. I loved the way he was playing my pussy and the faster he played, the wetter I became.

When Mr. Tickles fingers were full of my wetness from slapping my pussy, he hooked his fingers inside my mouth and told me to suck my own juices off of them. I began sucking and licking his fingers like he had been my clown daddy all along. When he quickly realized how much I was enjoying sucking my wetness that tasted of sweetness and sweat from his fingers, he began to violently shove his fingers in and out of my mouth just as he had with his cock when he fucked my face, and it instantly made me gag and my eyes water.

Mr. Tickles told me that he wasn't there to make my experience an enjoyable one or to give me any kind of pleasure at all, he said I was simply there to be used in any way he saw fit, and I didn't mind at all. When he finally pulled his fingers out of my mouth he wiped them along my face, once again leaving me covered with my own saliva. As he was no longer shoving his fingers down my throat I realized with every painful thrust of his cock, I could also feel his giant clown balls slap against my clit, and his balls felt strange. They not only felt much heavier and larger than balls I felt before, but it felt as though he had three of them. My suspicions were confirmed when mid thrust he moaned "you can't juggle with anything less than three balls, Bby Carrot!"

As I began to take pleasure in feeling his giant clown balls slap my clit, I let out the faintest of moans, and it was just enough to bring to Mr. Tickle's attention that I was beginning to enjoy myself again, which Clown Daddy didn't like. He then wrapped the hair of each of my ponytails around each of his hands as tightly as he could and he pulled back with such force that I believed my head was about to be ripped off my body. He pulled my head so hard that my back was arched in a way that a professional contortionist would cry out in pain. As my back was about to snap in half, Mr. Tickles said, "you gotta break a horse in before you ride it, but you're a cow, so that doesn't apply!" As he was laughing like a maniac at his own joke, I could tell that Mr. Tickles was enjoying riding me, but the pain from the hard fucking and the unnatural position he put me in had me on the verge of passing out. Just before I fully lost consciousness Mr. Tickles said, "whoa there Bessie" and he released my pony tails from his ironclad grip, which left my head and body to fall limply back onto the vanity.

My exhaustion seemed to be exactly what Mr. Tickles wanted, because as he saw me barely able to move he said, "now you're the perfect little fuck doll and I can finally cum rainbows into your big fat puss." I could feel his thrusts become faster and harder, so hard that it drove my hips into the wood of the vanity. My body felt exhausted and I still lay mostly limp on the vanity while Mr. Tickles was guiding my pussy around pound town. I couldn't wait for him to cum. As he was shoving his hard cock in and out of my dripping wet pussy, I could hear him laugh and moan louder with every thrust and I knew he was now on the verge of cumming. Then in mid thrust he suddenly took both of his giant clown hands and wrapped them tightly around my neck. I could feel each individual finger digging into my warm flesh and he began to squeeze harder and harder with every thrust until I couldn't breathe. I began to choke and gasp for air as his hands clenched tighter and tighter. The last thing I remember before completely losing consciousness was the roaring sound of him cumming while screaming "clown cum cures autism!"

When I came to, I was still bent over the vanity, naked with my clothes nowhere in sight. Every part of me hurt. Mr. Tickles had left me naked, sore, alone, and covered in his cotton candy flavored cum. After eventually managing to find my bearings, I began to move my hands when I realized that one of them wasn't empty. Upon opening my hand a red rubber clown nose rolled out, and a smile instantly swept across my face.

That was my first visit to pound town with Mr. Tickles, and I couldn't wait to see what else the town had to offer.