Nashville Pussy
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Episode 448: INSANE CLOWN PUSSY
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 448: INSANE CLOWN PUSSY - Welcome to the SOAP OPERA PORNO none of you ever thought you wanted. One with plot and hardcore sex in every way imaginable. Piper Cherry started over in Nashville from scratch after a destructive marriage. New neighbors, new career with unlimited playmates, more money than she knew how to spend, and no desire to behave. It must be contagious, now everyone around her wants to be with her or to be like her. Nashville however had more to offer than she could ever predict. Anything goes! Perfect!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual Slut Wife Humiliation Sadistic Gang Bang Group Sex Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Voyeurism Illustrated
“Wow! Sable actually let me fuck her butthole.”
Travis Herbert was still wearing his wrapped towel about his waist after a cleansing hot shower. Staring at himself in the steamed up mirror he wiped enough steam to admire his expression. “Why am I not smiling more? Sable forgave me for accidentally fucking Megan Love. I mean she even asked Meg to suck my dick on the way home from the football game. How can she be so cool? I can’t make up my mind if I’m the luckiest guy in the world, or the dumbest motherfucker alive.” Tentatively, BOTH!
“I need to get a move on. Sable left me to get ready and I’m running behind. She wants me to meet her grandparents as her boyfriend so I need to make a good impression.” Deodorant under his armpits was a good start. Cologne in his bedroom he dried his hair real fast then hurried across the hall to his nightmare abode. Without even knowing it his room had seen more action than he did between Sable’s sneakiness and his mother Kelly. Her master Dominic fucked his own mom on the carpet while he and Sable took notes. Even worse Kelly had been with his arch enemy Knox Hardecker while Trav was asleep.
At any rate Travis hit that cheap cologne called BOZ, a scent for manly men it was marketed as. At least that’s what the bottle said. Of course, if you looked at the name closely you would see the tiny circular trademark symbol right after the capital Z which the company found amusing by referring to it as BOZo! So many naive idiots out there! Made in Mexico it had donkey piss mixed into it as an active ingredient. You had to be an ASS to buy the shit. Which he did!
Smelling ... good enough, Trav went to his closet for a nice dress shirt then realized how hot it was outside already, a window thermometer on his French door said 81. It was still early in the morning so that meant hell by noon or after. “Fuck getting dressed up. I’m going to stay cool and be true to myself. If Sable can’t handle it then... “ Sifting shirts a t-shirt fell off of its hangar and landed on the floor. “ ... and there is my sign.”
Plucking the shirt up off the carpet he held it out in front of him. “And the wiener is ... shit! My old Insane Clown Posse concert shirt from the Gathering of the Juggalos tour. This is one of the few things I still have to remember dad by. He loved these guys. Wow! I haven’t looked at this in years.” Tears of a clown, Travis grew weepy. “Aw, man! I miss you dad.” Today of all days!
“My real birthday isn’t for a week but the McKellen’s included me as family alongside Sable and her freakshow sister. Ha! Freakshow! Clown Posse were freaks too. Know what? Fuck everyone, I’m wearing this in honor of my dad.”
Baggy but not horrid he tried it on. Smelling it, he found it adequate enough to wear. More BOZ on the shirt itself would surely help. Narrow swimming trunks, denim shorts and socks completed his main attire. At least he tucked in the Posse.
Standing at his dresser checking himself out he noticed even more nostalgia. A Polaroid photograph held under the wood portion of his bureau mirror had a photo of his father Princeton “Pinch” Herbert as he was known by. A photo of he and his father Princeton the senior taken on the day he went to that concert.
“Man! Grampa was the coolest taking dad to that concert on his 18th birthday. They even wore clown makeup. I wish grampa had more time for me. Ever since mom started her slave bullshit, they’ve distanced themselves from us. Moving eight hours away doesn’t help. Not even a phone call on my birthday or a card. I still have a week they may come through for me.” Already had! Kelly had yet to surprise him with a birthday card from Prince and Melba, saving it for later today. Woohoo!
“Hold up! I still have makeup from last Halloween.”
He hurried back to his closet and found what he needed up on a top shelf. Bringing a box down he took it to his bed and opened it. Digging inside he found another tear jerker. “Dad’s clown nose.” Honk! Honk! “Darn it, Dad! Why did you have to die.” Tears developed again as he sat down to reflect.
After five minutes he sat up straight with a firm decision made. “This is for you dad.” Using leftover bottled water makeup was mixed. He applied the white pigment to his face until it looked perfect. Black and red went around his eyes and mouth until he looked just like his father in the photograph. “Hell yes! I don’t care what anyone thinks.” He went so far as to take a picture of the actual photograph of his dad on his cellphone as proof of his story. “Not even Sable! This is important to me so, she will understand.” Fingers crossed!
Without further procrastination Happy Herbert left his bedroom just in time for his mother’s master Dominic Black to get up and head for the bathroom. Half asleep the mountain of a man lumbered into the hallway butt ass naked, eleven-inch dick swinging. One look at Travis the man shook his head and moved on, closing the door behind him.
“What? No laughing at me, Asshole? As if you would understand! You being a Neanderthal and all!”
Trav stood at the bathroom door. No more than finishing his sentence the toilet flushed on the other side. “Whatever! For the record I’m paying respect to my dad. He’s more important than you will ever be.” Hearing a loud stream of piss hitting the toilet bowl Trav rolled his eyes and headed downstairs. He did realize that he had forgot to flush the shitter after his shower. Oops! HA! “Eat my shit and die, Motherfucker!” Dominic Black was already regretting having to spend the day trying to be there for the punk.
“Waste of my time and money.”
Deciding to go out the front door rather than the back in case his mom was home he noticed her car missing. “Figures! I guess she will text me later. The McKellen’s invited us both.” Rounding the house he looked up at the Hardecker home. “At least I don’t have to hear Knox putting me down over my makeup. I just know he had a part in the bullshit I endured at the game.” Oh, yeah! Fucked your mommy on your back Bad Bird. Trav had yet to tell his mother about that. As if she didn’t HO--er--know! Across the yards he went! This was going to be priceless.
Down the street and around a corner Kelly Herbert pulled up to the curb to let her passenger out. Pausing briefly, Knox Harder leaned over and kissed her. “I’ll leave you alone until later tonight. As much as I hate your punk ass kid I’ll give him today.”
“Thank you, Sir! That means a lot to me. All I ask of you is to be aware that I serve Dominic as a top priority. I cannot just leave him to be with you. That would create problems for the both of us.”
“Yeah! Yeah! You’ll find time for my dick tonight.”
“I will look forward to it.”
“Oh! Here! I got you and the McKellen wenches something.” Digging into his bag of goodies he produced the lipstick vials given to him by the girls Violet and Emerald at the Victoria’s Secret store. “Pick your color and give one of these to the twins as a birthday present. Say they’re from you. I doubt they’d accept them if you say they’re from me.” Sable maybe! Dakota, not a chance! “Actually, I have more so give one to Josie and Piper.”
“That is very nice of you. Thank you again for the engraving of Princeton’s watch.”
“Princeton? That’s your late husband’s name?” He had to chuckle! “What a moniker!”
“Yes! Third generation, actually. I really need to go, Sir. We are expected and I still need to wrap the watch. Thankfully my new best friend Lorelei Martini gave me a good deal on the camcorder and wrapped it for me.” Christmas wrap, but hey! Santa Baby was sang during the wrap party!
“Whatever!” Knox opened the car door and stepped out with his bag. “Have fun! I’ll be watching the pool party. Wear your skimpiest bikini to Piper’s.”
“Master will insist on that.”
“Yes, I DO!” He pointed at her. “I’ll second that command.”
“As you wish, Sir.” She smirked! “Enjoy spying on me.”
“Make it worth my binoculars.”
“Of course!” Door closed Knox watched her drive on around the block. Taking his time he looked at his cellphone to see a nude photo just sent to him.
“Fiesta never lets me down. She must have stripped down in the mall restroom to take this pic.”
No reply returned he gave Kelly a chance to park and go inside her home before appearing. A short walk down the block he unlocked the front door of his home and went inside. Straight up to his bedroom he tossed his loot. Going out onto his balcony he lit up a much needed cigarette, unable to smoke in Kelly’s car he was going crazy with no nicotine.
“There’s Kel with Sascrotch!”
She had gone straight to her bedroom to show Dominic Black the watch. Ordered to lose her clothing and mount his behemoth cock, Dom looked the Bulova pocket watch over admiring the engraving. Kelly sensing Knox looked straight up at him on his balcony and rode Dominic until she had a deafening orgasm. Beneath her Dominic watched her eyes and just knew Knox was spying. Asking her point blank of his suspicion she did not lie about her voyeur. Dom didn’t truly give a shit. Let the dipshit snoop!
Turning his attention toward the McKellen house Knox noticed Josie and the twins going next door to Piper’s home. Binoculars in ready he watched the twins giggling in their short dresses. “Looking good ladies! Even Josie is going cheeky. They sure must not be worried about any grandparents.” Thanks to Uncle William’s hypnotic suggestions! His WILL be done!
Fifteen minutes prior to walking next door to Piper’s.
As a doorbell rang Dakota McKellen jumped from the sofa to answer the annoyance. Leaving her father’s comfy lap left Sable seated on Uncle William’s. The grandparents in the loveseat frowned over seeing Dakota’s bare bottom even if she was wearing a micro bikini underneath her dress.
Their frowns looked a tad confused as the elders glanced at one another then jointly smiled. Thoughts on the subject changed just that fast. Even in watching Sable in William’s lap and lying into him in an unhealthy-looking all-too slutty appearance went right over their heads. The fact that her skirt was out from under her tushy alluded to the fact that her bare bottom was agitating William’s groin. Still, the parents suddenly grinned and simply envisioned their fondness of one another was innocent.
Glenda McKellen, William’s wife sat in a recliner looking right up Sable’s short skirt to see her bikini bottoms constricting between pussy lips. Aunt Glenda simply smiled, she too under William’s mad hypnotic suggestions to ignore anything she saw.
Not even his brother Henry seemed concerned that William was rubbing Sable’s upper thigh a tad too high. Oddly, without Dakota in his lap Henry scooted closer to them and rubbed Sable’s other thigh. She was wide-eyed and blushing at the looks her family was giving her. Not one member was complaining. She adored her Uncle Will more than ever. Fingers were closing in on her clitoral area, barely hidden by the bikini fabric. Young lady was beyond wet!
Dakota actually thought the doorbell might be Angus Furlong; he was supposedly on his way there once he put gas in his dad’s truck. Opening it with an eager smile Kota swiftly froze, then busted up laughing. “Sable? It’s your Bozo Boyfriend.” Hearty Har, Har! Travis did flip her off.
“Invite him in.” Ed McKellen briskly rubbed his palms together. “Let’s meet this young man who stole our granddaughter’s heart.”
“Grampa said Send in the Clowns.”
She shook her head and abandoned Travis at the threshold. Racing back to Henry she straddled his lap facing him and threw her arms around his neck. Henry seemed just fine in the compromising position. Even when she playfully rolled her covered pussy across his tented inseam, more than a few times. Grandmother Victoria watched them and sighed.
“It’s so nice to see how much your children love you, Henry.”
“A little too much sometimes.” He chuckled and pointed at Kota to stop gyrating. Nope! With a feverish look in her eyes, she rubbed even faster. Henry looking over at William’s hand moving up Sable’s skirt stopped him. “Sable? Introduce Trav.” Darn it!
Sable wanted to see the reaction of her family should Uncle Will rub her pussy in front of them. Knowing her father was right she climbed free of William and shuffled over to an entering Travis. One look at his face in the clown makeup she turned as pale as he was.
“Don’t say a word. Let me explain.”
“It had better be good.” She mumbled, dragging him to the kitchen before even an introduction. “Today of all days? Really, Trav?”
“Just look! You’ve seen the picture on my dresser before.” He reminded her then showed the cellphone version of the photo. “I saw my dad as I was getting ready. That picture was taken on his 18th birthday. It was like he called out to me saying to follow through with tradition.”
Speechless she huffed her cheeks then took him by his hand. “Embarrassing, but I’ll live.” Looking at the ceiling, she added, “Sorry, Mister Herbert! I’m trying to cope for your son’s sake.”
“Aww! Thanks, Babe! That means more than you know.”
“The makeup comes off at the party. Please? For me!”
“Okay! Just let them sing happy birthday to us and understand my reasons.”
“Fine! Come with me.”
“As many times as, we can.” He chuckled! “Man, I should have brought the squirting sunflower.”
“BOZO!” She pinched his big red nose to the sound of a squeak.
“Aww! Pinch was my dad’s nickname. I have to live up to his standards.” Pinching her butt cheek she squealed and swatted at him before reclaiming his free hand and dragging him into the living room. Moving him out in front of everyone Travis waved. Ed and Victoria stared for a moment then smiled brightly.
“Trav this is my grandparents Victoria and Ed. This clown is my boyfriend.”
“Hi! It’s nice to finally meet you.” Travis broke away from her to shake hands. “I hope you give me a chance to explain why I look this way.”