Caitlyn dreamed of dirty clown sex with indiscriminate partners, none with a face, and all extremely well hung. They fondled her breasts, squeezed her ass, and honked her nose among the other things they did to her body. The sound of the circus folk cheering her on as she took center ring with an ever-changing amount of partners excited her more and more. In fact she was experiencing a great deal of pleasure emanating from her pussy, like someone with an extremely talented tongue had made a Dummies Guide on how to please a magical clown girl. She went to insert two of her four fingers, including her thumb, to help her on her way to orgasm even faster, but try as she might she couldn’t reach her snatch, something was blocking her. She looked over her big J cup breasts and saw a shock of silver hair in her crotch. She gasped, and her gasp was answered with, “Mmm, tastes like cotton candy!”
Caitlyn’s eyes darted open, she raised her head from where it lay when she passed out on the couch and looked down to see Brian buried deep in her pussy. She was eating her out. “This is how you wake me up?”
Brian nibbled her engorged clit, as bright red as its owner’s nose, and looked over the dress she had pushed back, “Can you think of a better way?” Caitlyn smiled, Brian farted, Caitlyn sniffed it up like an addict needing their pheromone enriched gaseous fix, Brian went back to doing what she was doing, “Mmm, tastes like cotton candy.”
Caitlyn moved back and forth rhythmically for quite a while, resting her legs on the giant Brian’s shoulders, as she enjoyed every little thing Brian did with her tongue. “Why?” was the only word she could squeeze out between her short gasping moans.
Brian paused only long enough to answer, “Because you missed all the fun last night.”
“Was there a lot of farts?” Caitlyn took the moment’s respite to ask a fully formed question.
A nibble on her clit was all the yes she needed. She grasped the couch cushions as she began to rock back and forth, Brian having to move her head forwards and backwards to keep up.
Caitlyn trembled on the verge of squirting all over her friend when everything stopped. “Wh-what happened?” she asked, her body still trembling from the waves of pleasure that were beginning to subside in her.
“I need lube. You’re gonna like this,” Brian explained.
“In the-in the kitchen,” Caitlyn informed her as she rolled her head in delight.
“In the kitchen?”
“In the kitchen. The junk drawer. We never know when we’re gonna need it,” Caitlyn shrugged. Brian stood up to her full height; just shy of 7 feet in the heels her friends wouldn’t let her take off. She wore nothing but a single glove in addition to those heels. She turned around as if to walk away to find the lube, when she leaned backwards and pressed all of her 62 inches of ass meat into Caitlyn’s face, trapping it between her colossal butt cheeks. She wiggled her monstrously, mammoth, ass back and forth, forcing Caitlyn’s to move her head wherever Brian’s ass went. Brian gave a slight push and began booming farts right directly into Caitlyn’s face, forcing the pungent gas into her mouth and big clown nostrils and then down into her lungs. Caitlyn went lightheaded, as her body reacted to the pheromones it was being force fed. Her sense of sexual need sky rocketed, and all her thoughts turned to Brian and her sexually enticing body.
Brian leaned forward to return to an upright position, but found Caitlyn’s head stuck between her booty cheeks. She reached behind her and pulled it free with a wet pop. She went to say something to Caitlyn, but found the clown girl drooling on herself as she was lost in sexual thought. “Eh,” she shrugged, “I’ll be back soon enough.”
Brian returned with the lube, her glove hanging from her teeth, as she slathered it all over her right hand. She spit her glove out onto the floor right in front of the snoring Sarah and Emily. Caitlyn saw Brian bend down in front of her, roll her fingers with a smile and use all of them to make a point. “You’re not-!”
“Oh, but I am,” Brian smiled as she pushed her fingers into Caitlyn’s pussy. Caitlyn tensed from the pain, but relaxed as Brian began to slowly work her hand deeper and deeper in. “You like that?” Brian smiled.
“You’re nuts you know that?” Caitlyn answered through gritted teeth, as she pushed back on Brian’s hand, trying to help her work it in deeper. “But fucking awesome!”
“Damn right I am, clownie, damn right I am,” Brian mumbled as she increased her efforts. With each small thrust, she let out a small butt burp of gas. Nothing major like her normal farts, just some quick toots. But they were adding up, and Caitlyn’s pussy was growing wetter and wetter, working in conjunction with the lube to let Brian’s hand slide in easier and easier. “I’m gonna wear you like a glove,” Brian smirked.
Brian finally worked her had completely inside Caitlyn and moved her fingers into a fist position. She began to work her fist back and forth; each motion accompanied by a short popping fart form her ever-flapping butt cheeks. “Holy-holy-holy FUCK!” Caitlyn screamed out, as she was overcome by Brian’s fisting. It just proved what the clown girl had always suspected, if it was sexual in nature Brian was an expert at it.
Caitlyn’s screams of passion woke her roommates up from their sound fart fueled slumbers. And upon seeing Brian’s efforts to go elbow deep in their favorite funny girl immediately grew jealous it wasn’t them. “Me next!” Emily shouted.
“No me!” Sarah yelled over her as she mushed her face in an attempt to beat her to Brian.
“You two need to wait your turns,” Brian sternly told them over her shoulder.
“Why?” Emily asked prickishly, “You’ve got a second hand.”
“Yeah, -(BUURP)- just double fist,” Sarah told Brian.
Brian just turned to them, Caitlyn so lost in her mounting orgasm that she was no longer capable of understanding spoken words. It took her almost a full minute to realize the person yelling, “yes,” over and over was she. “No! You two greedy bitches just need to wait,” Brian argued as she continued to pump her arm in and out of Caitlyn.
“That’s not fair,” Sarah pouted.
“Fine, fine,” Brian said annoyed, “Get your faces down by my ass, and I’ll give you a little something, something to tide you over, okay?” Both girls clapped and did what they were told, inching their faces as close to Brian’s butt as they could, the smell of percolating farts wafting from it fart perfumed flesh, when ever it wasn’t belching new ones into the world. “You two ready?”
“Ready!” they said in unison. Brian took a deep breath, just as Caitlyn screamed in orgasm, and let it all go for broke.
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