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"A Clown for All Seasons" {by VeriHorny} (M clown~F breasts~tele
poodle/rom/cons/peanut butter/inflatable
penis/tele-kinesis/Kierkegaarde/Kung-Fu) [1/4]

WARNING: This story should not be read by persons under the age of 18
or for that matter by anyone who weighs less than 3 metric tons when
standing on the planet Jupiter (assuming that Jupiter's surface is
solid and not liquid metalic hydorgen of course). This story features
romantic consensual sex between a male clown and a woman with
extremely large breasts, assisted by a telepathic-telekinetic toy
poodle.

It also involves peanut butter, an inflatable penis and extensive
discussions of the views of the 19th century Danish philosopher Soren
Kierkagaarde during scenes of passionate love making between two
people with Masters degrees. Later on, towards the end, there's a
nifty Kung-Fu fight scene too. If you find any of this disgusting,
offensive or revolting (and believe me you should) then PLEASE, STOP
READING NOW, TURN AROUND AND GO BACK BEFORE ITS TOO LATE!

If on the other hand,  you are not offended by any of the above,
please keep in mind that this is not simply some story for people to
wank off to who happen to be curious about clowns, women with big
breasts and telepathic toy poodles. There is an important, socially
relevant message here. When you find it please contact me right away
as I seem to have misplaced it.

PS: The copyright for this work and its sequel "A Clown and A Woman"
has already been applied for, so no movie rights unless you first
negotiate with me or my agent. Clear?  -VH

A dry desert wind stirred up a "dust devil" at the edge of the lonely
two-lane Texas black top where Mary Hueters stood forlornly searching
for a sign of a vehicle on the horizon. She had had to bail out of the
semi-trailer truck she had hitched a ride in 2 hours ago after the
driver became overly preoccupied with her breasts, which were
peacefully resting on his dashboard. Now she was alone, stranded in
the middle of the dessert at high noon, with a full back pack and
extra strength sun block but running low on Gatorade.

"The next vehicle that comes over the horizon heading West, I'm
stopping it and getting in, no matter who's driving. Anything's got to
be better than dying out here." she told herself.

Even as she spoke she thought she detected the movement of a black dot
on the eastern horizon, growing bigger through the shimmering air. Was
it? Yes, a car. Oh please make them stop!

Boldly she stepped to the middle of the highway and began frantically
waving her arms over her head. As the car sped toward her its form
became more distinct. A red 1967 Chevy Impala convertible slowed down
as it approached her, then when it was about 200 feet away, stopped in
the west bound lane.

Mary ran toward the car, her chest swinging from side to side. When
she reached the passenger door she stopped dead in her tracks.

"Hi babe, where ya' headed? Want a ride?"

The driver was a clown. A real clown. He had a big thick orange Afro
at least 12 inches tall, a white bald pate, face and gloves with a big
red nose and lips all complemented by a sky blue jump suit with a
white Elizabethan ruffled collar two feet in diameter. He was also
smoking a big long stogie cigar. Next to him on the front bench seat
was a cute little white toy poodle that happily wagged its tail,
nervously barking at Mary.

Out of her peripheral vision she noticed something in the back seat.
An olive green metallic drum about 3 feet in diameter and 2 feet high
with a black and white label that proclaimed:

"Peanut Butter: Creamy Style /Industrial Strength/ 10 gallons"

Mary had an odd feeling about all this but she had promised herself
that she'd get in the next car no matter what.

"Don't know where you're headed babe, but I'm only going as far as
Phoenix" the clown said.

"I'm going to L.A." Mary replied, quickly opening the door and sliding
in next to the poodle.  Settling in, she rested her breasts on the
dashboard and closed the door.

"Uh, youse mind puttin' on yer seat belt please?" the clown asked.
"Don't worry, there ain't no shoulder harness in these pre-1969
models."

Mary gave the clown a shy grateful smile and fumbled for the seat
belt.  Clicking it in place with out looking down (in truth she
couldn't have seen anything if she had) Mary said "OK". The clown
floored the accelerator and the 67 Chevy leaped ahead down the highway
toward the western horizon.

"Wow, this is some old car you've got here." Mary said.

"1967 Chevy Super Sport with a 427 4 barrel. Only bad thing is its
hard to get any gas with a decent octane rating. It gets me where I'm
going though. By the way my name is Beaux Zoe and this here is my
poodle, Pox. We're on our way to a gig in Phoenix."

"Did you say Bozo?  As in...?"

"No, no, I know what yer thinkin', everybody thinks that at first. Its
pronounced Beaux Zoe. Its French. B-e-a-u-x Z-o-e."

"And that's your real name?"

"Are those your real knockers?"

"They are not 'knockers'! They are overly endowed mammary glands."

"Sorry, didn't mean to give offense" Beaux said blowing a billowy
cloud of smoke into the wind.  "Have you got a name?"

"Mary Hueters."

Beaux gave her a side long glance.

"No, I know, don't say it." he said with a certain ennui. "Its not
'Hooters', its French right?"

"Right. And its spelled H-u-e-t-e-r-s"

"She's still a nice babe boss."

Mary jumped "Who said that?" It seemed like a second male voice was
inside her mind.

"Uhh, I didn't say nothin'." Beax shifted uncomfortably at the wheel.

"She's hot boss."

"There it is again! Is that you? Are you a ventriloquist or something?
Is that a car speaker? I don't like practical jokes" Mary was getting
a little mad.

"You better tell her boss."

"Its my pooch, Pox, he's a tele-poodle."

"A what?"

"You know, a telepath. He's a poodle who happens to be a telepath. He
also does telekinesis too."

"What?" Mary was flabbergasted. Either this clown was insane or she
was having heat stroke.

END Part 1 of " A Clown for All Seasons"




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