STORY - Queen's Beach: Fuchsia the Clown

Welcome to another Story Sunday! In this tale by Sandcastles, we follow our favorite adult entertainer - Fuchsia the Clown!

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Adults of a certain age around Queen’s Beach knew all about Fuchsia’s Funhouse. It was a kid’s show from the late 90s about a bright pink clown teaching kids to count and have manners and sing songs. All the usual stuff one would expect.

What stood out in a lot of people’s memories was the hostess. Fuchsia was a lot of people’s first crushes as the curvy clown just radiated happiness and comfort to the kids every week on Queen’s Beach’s local tv station.

Eventually, her show was canceled and Fuchsia moved on. She was famous and talented at her craft, so she did birthday parties for a while before realizing that bachelor parties paid even better. It turned out there was quite an audience willing to pay to see a sexy middle-aged clown do a striptease for them.

Word of her newfound fame got around and a few websites and forums were starting to obsess over her more mature form of entertainment. That reached some of the executives at the local studio and Fuchsia was surprised to receive an offer to bring back her show with a new horny twist.

Fuchsia’s Carnal Carnival aired much later at night than her old show, but her grown up fans still tuned in for their old favorite hostess.

“Hello to all my special friends! It’s Fuchsia time again!”

Fuchsia had changed a bit over the years but she was still recognized by old fans. Her pink and blue hair the color of cotton candy was tied back into a loose and fluffy ponytail and she wore a bodysuit in the familiar style of her original show. It was a streak of vertical stripes down the front while polka dots speckled across the sides, topped off with a frilly collar around her neck. Of course, now the costume that clung to her curvy body and gave parents a reason to tune into the show was much more revealing, cutting off just above her thighs to show off her thick legs. She wore big gloves and too-big sneakers, and her smile stood out with her familiar gap-toothed grin and bright pink contact lenses. The white makeup didn’t have to do much to change her complexion around her bright red nose, as even the exposed skin was pale to begin with.

Fuchsia herself had grown into a much milfier figure. She was curvy to begin with, but now her massive hips and loosely bouncing jugs jiggled with every one of her lively movements. She raised a hand over her eyes as if shading it to theatrically look over the audience.

“Wow, you’ve been growing up a lot while I was busy! It’s a good thing the show got a little more mature while you were away. But I missed you soooo much, and we’ve got a lot of catching up to do! C’mere! Time for a big hug!”

The camera zoomed into her cleavage as she threw out her arms. The lens squashed up against her breasts with a squeaking sound as her boobs nearly squished out of her costume. When it zoomed back out, she smiled wide and tilted her head.

“So today we’re going to talk about… BALLOONS!”

Fuchsia cupped her gloves around her boobs, bouncing and squeezing them to a variety of honking and squeaking sound effects. She hopped in place, sending herself jiggling even more before she settled down and gave the camera a confused look.

“What’s that? Balloons aren’t very mature? Well we’re going to talk about a special kind of grownup balloon today!”

A triumphant little bugle sounded as a two-foot long dildo stretched out onto the screen and poked its way past her lips. Fuchsia let out a muffled yelp as stuffing the fake cock into her mouth stretched out her cheeks. She took a step back to remove herself and reached into her mouth, pulling out a small pack of condoms.

“Bleh! Well, thank you Mr. Dicky. I thought stage hands usually used their hands,” Fuchsia giggled.

“But tadaa! These grownup balloons are called condoms!”

The sparkly letters spread across the screen to spell out “CONDOMS.”

“There’s a lot of good uses for them. Did you know you can hold a ton of water in them if you ever need to go on a really long and really thirsty trip? Plus they keep you safe from diseases and babies if you don’t know your partner that well but still want to get a little naughty. Some people even like the feel of them or like them as a fetish!”

Fuchsia blew into one of the condoms, puffing it up into its natural phallic shape. She gave it a few twists and bent it around into a vagina-shaped balloon animal.

“Now remember when I used to tell you about crossing the street? This’ just one more way you can stay extra safe for Funhouse Fuchsia! I can even show you the difference between with and without.”

Two large, hard cocks suddenly came into view from off camera. Unlike the dildo from earlier, they were real 12-inchers that arrived with a sproinging sound effect. Fuchsia eyed them up with a wicked smile.  She wrapped a glove hand around one of the hardons in front of her, stroking it as she licked her painted lips.

“Lots of people like it without! It’s great for if you trust your partner and just want to feel good. And if y’mmumma brm mmrmrr…”

Fuchsia went on talking as she stuffed the meaty cock into her mouth. Her lecture was lost on her mouthful of dick as her thick lips smacked, leaving lipstick marks behind as she bobbed her head slowly deeper. She still smiled for the camera while rolling her eyes up at its offscreen owner. She moaned and shook her head, closing her pink eyes as her bushy hair swayed along with her. Her plump tits pushed into his lap, and with the seemingly magic tongue of hers she soon had it dripping with drool and precum.

Fuchsia kneaded her helper’s balls before pulling back with a decisive popping sound. His bare cock twitched and sprayed a streak of creamy jizz across her face, warming the clown makeup as it blended in. It stood out more against her colorful nose and hair before sluggishly trickling down to her frilly collar.

Fuchsia giggled despite the mess.

“Whoopsie! Forgot I used to teach you not to talk with your mouth full. Especially with a creampie,” the clown hostess teased.

She ran a gloved finger along the hard shaft before turning to the other erection. This time she pulled a condom seemingly out of nowhere. For all her milf bod and pornographic antics, Fuchsia still knew her way around some magic tricks.

“Now as for condoms, they’re for when you want to be extra careful! Make sure you don’t rip or pop it, but it’s nice to do your partner a favor and put it on for them. Sometimes there’s special ones like this that are warmed or have these ticklish little ridges on them to make them feel extra nice.”

As Fuchsia lectured on, she opened the condom and smoothly slid it over the second cock. The lubricated and bright orange sleeve coated it in latex before she stood up, letting the camera focus on her wide hips. The clown wiggled them around as she pulled aside the crotch of her elastic outfit, flashing her pale and smooth pussy.

“In fact, I can’t wait to try this one out and show you just how fun these adult balloons can be!”

Fuchsia bent over to get herself back in frame before backing her ass up into the condomed cock. She wiggled her pale, fat ass against it, lightly hotdogging it to keep it hard before she bent over further. The stagehand thrust into her with a meaty slap of his abs against her ass, quickly followed by a comical honking noise.

“Ooh~! I forgot my dumptruck had a horn,” Fuchsia giggled, her playful smile warmed with arousal.

She braced her gloved hands on her knees as she was pounded from behind. Her plump hips honked and squeaked with sound affects as the cameras showed her from different angles. She bit her colorful lip as the ridges teased her inner pussy just like she’d said, and soon the soft squishing sounds of her rapidly wetting snatch could be heard. She rolled her hips to pump back against it harder and tugged at her elastic bodysuit. She stretched the sides towards the middle, letting it fit between her tits like a thong as it exposed her huge and bouncing rack. The heavy jugs bobbed rapidly as her gloved hands played with her perky pink nipples, lifting and dropping them with a heavy plop as they slapped back together.

Fuchsia kept opening her mouth or starting to continue her lecture but her eyes would always roll or she would mutter a quick curse under her breath. It was a turn on for her to show off for her old fans in a new way as the former children show host was plowed on late night tv. Between the general humiliation and the deep boning she was being subjected to, she quickly arched her back and let out a shrill cry. The clown’s shout turned into a massive smile as she quivered all over, jiggling like wild as a series of slide whistles, honking horns and crashing plates went off to accompany her messily squirting orgasm.

“Hooey~! See what I mean?” she asked as she fluttered her eyes towards the audience.

“There’s lotsa fun you can have with a balloon!”

Fuchsia slid herself gingerly off the dick and went on with her show. She performed a few more tricks with condoms, doing some slight of hand and tying them into vulgar balloon animals. She barely bothered to wipe the cum from her face as she squeaked a pair of condoms into a pair of balloon people doing it doggy style or a monkey with an especially huge penis.

“Now I want to show you my best trick of all! I’m going to make my biggest balloon animal ever!” Fuchsia promised excitedly.

She gestured offstage and the camera panned over to show a small wooden wall with a variety of especially long, uninflated balloons hanging from it. The camera swept back over to her as she winked at the audience.

“I’m just so excited! Aren’t you? Come on! Let’s work on it together so we can both finish!”

Fuchsia strode proudly off camera, just to let herself trip when she was nearly out of sight. She yelped as her big ass thrust out and she toppled over with a series of comical crashing noises. When the camera cut over to her, the busty clown was tangled up in the balloons somehow hanging from the ceiling. She had gotten herself tangled in them so badly she was left hanging like she was stuck in a sex swing, her thick thighs spread out and her heavy breasts hanging temptingly beneath her.

“Oof! Um… okay! Not going as planned,” she laughed awkwardly.

“But I think I can out of this. NNF!”

Fuchsia squirmed and struggled, shaking her hips around in particular as her boobs wobbled beneath her. Beyond some simple jiggling, that seemed to be all the moving she could do.

“Fuckin’ jeepers. This is what I get for skipping escape artist day at clown college,” she said, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated fashion.

“Hey, um, trusty helpers? Can somebody give me a hand here?”

Several sets of hands reached in from off camera and started groping her breasts. Fuchsia gasped and looked shocked as another reached from the other side and spanked her meaty ass.

“Heyyy~! I didn’t mean like that!” Fuchsia protested playfully.

“I mean somebody cut these balloons loose!”

Another assistant reached out with a pair of scissors. Instead of getting the balloons, they tucked the edge inside Fuchsia’s costume and slid it down the front. The costume was neatly sliced open and fell off her with an easy tug from her aide.

“Wha-!? Not THESE balloons!” Fuchsia griped, shaking her shoulders to bounce her boobs around indicatively.

“Stop trying to get me wet over here!”

She gasped as a seltzer bottle was held up by the disembodied hands, spraying over her face and tits. While the high-end clown makeup stayed on, she sputtered as it got her jiggling jugs glossy and dripping down her hard nipples.

“Hey! I’m the clown around here,” she huffed.

“Leave the slapstick to me! EEE!”

Fuchsia arched her back as a large slapstick paddled across her ass, briefly flattening and spreading out her butt cheeks. Her whole body swayed like a pinata as the suspending balloons squeaked and creaked but held firm. Fuchsia managed to squirm around enough to spiral her body around in the other direction, just for a hand with a joy buzzer to reach out for her. It palmed her exposed pussy as she gasped and shivered, sending a rapid vibration against her clit. Between her arousal and the seltzer, she was leaking on both ends of her body.

“HEY!” she whined, pouting as she seemed to grow genuinely annoyed.

“That’s eeeenough! You know what I mean! I’m tired of being stuck on these balloons, so get me off, you bunch of fucking dicks!”

Fuchsia acted like she lost her cool as she said the damning words. There was a burst of carnival music as suddenly five large, naked men stepped in around her. Their fully hard cocks thrust their way on screen ahead of them, their faces barely visible as they started fucking her from all sides.

Fuchsia’s eyes went wide as the first two shoved themselves into her mouth. Her painted lips went wide open as she made some exaggerated choking noises, but that was just to make herself drool more heavily over them. Her tongue traced around and in between them both as another aide grabbed her plump tits.

He pulled them towards himself as he thrust into her cleavage, the familiar slapping of his balls and honking noises coming with his eager thrusts. Precum quickly pooled in between her hefty honkers, adding a moist squishing to the mix.

The men taking her from the front were counterbalanced by the two plowing her from behind. The balloons had conveniently left her legs spread wide open, lightly parting her pussy lips and ass cheeks. The duo crammed themselves in on either side, one burying his dick up her ass. Her thick buns hugged around his shaft, jiggling from all the cocks thrusting inside her every crevice. The clapping of her cheeks kept a steady rhythm going as they tapped the edges of his cock.

The assistant “helping” out her pussy found it an easy fit. The plump but flexible clown’s soft thighs made for a cushy entry, and she was plenty horny to leave her dripping wet on top of her previous orgasm. Her warm and natural lubricant coated his cock as he pumped into her, matched by the others fucking her face to volley her back into his shaft.

The hectic back and forth of the suspended gangbang left Fuchsia swinging and jiggling all over as she moaned around her mouthful of cocks. Having both her holes overstimulated plus the aggressive groping of her breasts had her eyes rolling back as she came again and again, with her horny helpers quickly matching her response.

The two men at her face orgasmed messily in her mouth, spilling their warm jizz over her lips and past her round red nose. She noisily slurped up all the cum she could as a matching shot of warm juices stuck her breasts together like the cream between her cookies. A mirrored sensation went off shortly after, filling her bowels with the slick and creamy warmth as the other basted her pussy. It visibly oozed out as he pulled out of her slit, filling her to the brim with the sticky seed.

Fuchsia was left panting as she leaned back. She rested in the suspending balloons like an awkward hammock as she caught her breath.

“Wowie… I had more guys in me than a clown car for a minute there…” she giggled wearily as she savored the high of her chained orgasms. She remained spread eagle as she slowly rotated in front of the camera, still suspended in front of her fans.

“Well until I can figure out how to get myself down… I guess I’ll see you all next time,” she said, smiling back at the camera.

“I had a lot of fun today and I hope I helped make you all feel good too! We’ll have lots of fun and lewd lessons next time. And after today…”

Fuchsia frowned briefly before she spit out a loose glob of cum.

“Maybe our next lesson should be orgy etiquette. See you then, Fuchsia friends!”