The carnival had sprung up on the seaside almost magically, as if it appeared overnight. As I walked up, I took in the towering Ferris wheel and the scent of funnel cakes and kettle corn. Though I had been to similar traveling carnivals along the coast as a child, I had never seen this particular one before. It was only here for a short season before moving on, yet it had a strange air of permanence in its decaying rides and weathered wood. The empty midway and bare beach beyond made everything feel isolated and forgotten. Though it looked right on the surface, I had an odd feeling about this place. It was at once familiar yet foreign, inviting yet ominous. The childhood magic I expected to find was tainted somehow. Still, I felt drawn forward to explore the rides and discover what awaited me in this unfamiliar carnival by the sea.

I was surprised to see the carnival magically appear in this seaside spot overnight, complete with rides and shows ready for opening day. Despite the short notice, it was strategically placed to attract visitors. The centerpiece was an old rickety rollercoaster that loomed over the grounds. Brightly colored tents promised daring acrobatic shows and wacky clowns. The boardwalk held nostalgic attractions - penny arcades with games and fortune-telling machines straight out of childhood memories. Though the parking lot was vacant when I arrived, I figured crowds would soon pour in as the day went on. This carnival may have sprung up quickly, but it had everything needed for a lively amusement park.

"Peter!" a voice cried out, and I turned to see my friend, Alyson, rushing towards me. A grin spread across my face at the sight of her; the wind was tousling her auburn hair, and her typically distant gray eyes were locked on mine. Alyson had this uncanny ability to make whoever she was looking at feel like they were the only person in the world. Caught in her gaze, all I could do was stare, my heart pounding. Alyson reached me, breathlessly talking about lengthy bus delays, with apologies tumbling from her lips.

"It's fine," I said, laughing. "You're only five minutes late."

"Still, though," Alyson said, sporting a sheepish grin. We turned to look at the park, and her smile faded. "This place feels weird," she said, hugging herself. "Are we sure we want to spend our last day together here?"

That statement was an unwelcome intrusion of reality. Next week, Alyson would be boarding a flight to California. Even the name of the state sounded like an unattainable dream. Neither of us had ever left the confines of our suburb before. I took a deep breath; I didn't know if I would ever see her again, and the thought pierced my chest.

"Well," Alyson finally said, her eyes distant, "let's go in and check out the rides. How bad could it be?"

I nodded, and we both entered the amusement park. After purchasing tickets, we strolled along the boardwalk. The heavy scent of salt lingered in the air. The day was gray, with overcast skies hinting at a potential drizzle. We walked side by side. Alyson gazed into the distance, her expression unreadable. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind; as for me, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her face, captivated by how the cloud-filtered light made her gray eyes gleam.

"What would you like to do first?" I asked her.

"Let's try the roller coaster while the line is short," she suggested. I glanced around at the empty midway and barren food stalls. Though we seemed to be the only people in the park so far, I had a feeling it was bound to get crowded soon. "Good idea," I replied. "We should take advantage of the lack of lines now before this place fills up later today." The parked cars and attraction posters suggested this carnival saw its fair share of visitors. For the moment, at least, we had the run of the place to ourselves.

"Ok," I said, taking her hand. An electric jolt coursed through our bodies as our hands touched. We had done this before, but this time it felt different. I gave her a warm smile, and she returned it, creating two adorable dimples on the sides of her face. God, I was smitten with her. We made our way towards the coaster line, which was short enough that after a few carts, they found themselves seated in the front cart.

As the cart slowly ascended, I felt her hand reach for mine, and we clung to each other as if our lives depended on it. She leaned into me, resting her head on my chest. It was unlike her to be scared of rides like this. But, was she pretending, just to get close to me? The thought filled me with warmth and a sense of possibility.

The ride was basic, but its flimsiness and the way it rattled made it genuinely terrifying. I was more scared of the cart flying off the track than the ride itself. Once it ended and we climbed off, Alyson's face was the cutest shade of red. She quickly composed herself and grabbed my hand again. She didn't need to do this a second time. Her true intentions were clear - she was scared, but she was also flirting with me.

I held her hand tightly, and she reciprocated. "Do you want something to eat?" I asked her.

"Maybe later. Let's try another ride first, but something less scary," Alyson suggested. We both laughed.

"How about that one? It's called 'Clown Maze'," I suggested to her.

"What the hell is a 'Clown Maze'?" Alyson asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

I pointed to the clown sign. The image showed a group of clowns chasing a young girl. The clown at the front was holding a baseball bat in a peculiar position, making it resemble his cock. The others had odd bulges in their pants, appearing like massive erections. I wondered what the hell was happening at this amusement park. But, I couldn't deny that this attraction gave off a unique vibe.

"At least it'll be private," Alyson said, giving me a coy smile that I liked very much. I took her hand as we walked towards the attraction labeled 'Clown Fun House.' True to its name, it was a dark and narrow maze we had to navigate through. As the corridors twisted and turned, the lighting grew dimmer. Occasionally we entered small rooms where clowns in baggy polka-dot suits were performing strange feats. Their faces were painted in a garish array of colors - red noses, blue eyebrows, green lips. One teetering clown stood on a tall unicycle, juggling flaming torches, his cheeks streaked with yellow and purple. Though the acts were impressive in their oddity, the chaotic face paint and manic energy of the clowns filled me with unease. I kept Alyson close as we hurried through the twisting passages, eager to exit this bizarre funhouse.

After a sharp turn, we hit a dead end. "We'll have to backtrack," I told Alyson.

"In a minute," she said. As I turned to ask her what she meant, I felt her draw close. Our lips met, and the sweet taste of her tongue filled my mouth. I pressed my body against hers, and she reciprocated, clutching at my shirt and rubbing her stomach against mine. I had dreamt of this kiss my entire life, and it surpassed my wildest expectations. We only separated when our need for air became too pressing to ignore.

Our foreheads touched, and I found myself grinning like a fool. "That was amazing," I told her.

"It was," Alyson replied, blushing slightly. "I've never been so bold in my life," she admitted, giggling nervously.

"I've wanted to kiss you for a while now," I confessed.

"Did you?" She purred into my ear.

"Yeah, I've always wanted you to be my girlfriend," I said.

"Mmm," Alyson began, "It's such a shame we don't have time for that now. So, let's make the most of this." She leaned in to kiss me again.

I pulled back, feeling as if I had just been struck. "What do you mean we're out of time?" I asked her, trying to process her words.

"Peter, I'm moving to a different side of the country. We can't be in a relationship as we begin the next chapter of our lives."

What she was saying was rational and rang true, as it always did. But the truth hurt too much, and I reacted poorly. "Why? Plenty of people survive long-distance relationships. We could try... Or are you afraid being with me won't let you fuck whatever frat boy you come across at your new school?" I exploded.

"That's not fair," Alyson said, her eyes watering from the sting of my words.

I didn't wait to apologize or explain. I ran from her, ignoring her calls. I just needed distance between us. I'd nurtured possibilities of us becoming more, always seeming within reach. We spent countless hours together, sharing everything. Knowing that door was closing nearly undid me.

My head clouded as I navigated the maze, and I lost my way, becoming dizzy. Sometimes I found clowns who pointed me down another path, which I hoped led to the exit. It was my best option. I thanked them, but something about their expressions unsettled me. When I reached the first clown, he gave me directions with that same strange look. As I moved to follow, I paused, noticing him disappear the way I'd come.

"Alyson," I breathed, afraid they might hurt her. I rushed through the maze, recalling my path. The clowns were gone. My worry intensified as I ran, twisting and turning, trying to find her.

As I stopped to get my bearings, I started to hear a strange noise. It sounded like clapping, and it was close. I followed the sounds and eventually reached the last turn I took with Alyson. It led to the dead end where we had kissed and where I had left her alone. The sounds were coming from around the corner. I hesitated to move because now that I was close, I could hear more. Heavy breathing accompanied the clapping, and wet sounds intermingled with the main noise. And I had an idea of what it was.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I looked. There, a few feet from the wall where I had left her, was Alyson. She was on all fours, naked from the waist down, on top of a flimsy mattress, and her top was rolled up, exposing her small but perky breasts. Three clowns surrounded her with their cocks out. Just like their faces, their members were painted in various colors but shared one characteristic - they were enormous. Two of the clowns were positioned at either end of my friend; one was filling her mouth, and the other was methodically pumping into her pussy, his hips slamming against her pale buttocks with each full thrust. The third one was waiting for his turn, masturbating while fondling Alyson's exposed body. As I observed Alyson's face, I saw traces of paint, particularly around her mouth. She seemed unbothered by the situation and was actually enjoying herself, given the intensity of her blowjob.

My blood ran cold at the scene. How had I gone from having the chance to do everything I'd always wanted with her, to being cuckolded by a couple of clowns? A wave of jealousy washed over me. Then, I noticed a clown watching me from the corner of his eye. I tried to move away, but as I turned to leave, I bumped into another clown who had been sneaking up behind me. Before I knew what was happening, I was pushed further into the dead end, falling near Alyson, who was glancing at me from the corner of her eyes. I thought she was going to say something, but she continued sucking dick, maintaining eye contact with me. The other clowns were also staring at me with dark looks on their faces. The one who was fucking Alyson from behind dug his fingers into her soft flesh and increased the speed of his thrusts, smiling maniacally as he did so.

The one inside her mouth also increased his pace after noticing my arrival. He grabbed her by the back of her head, clutching handfuls of her beautiful hair, and began to force-feed her his dick. Alyson's expression transformed into one of pure bliss as she was rammed from both ends with tremendous force. The two clowns came together. I was close enough to watch how both cocks spasmed, shooting hot cum into her mouth and pussy. Alyson took it with an ease that I thought was beyond her, swallowing it and cleaning the excess jizz from the cocks with her mouth.

The clown who had been inside her cunt pulled out, his cock glistening with a mix of cum and Alyson's juices, while the one who had been fucking her mouth had his flaccid dick pristine, thanks to Alyson's lips. Their cocks were painted in bright red and green, respectively. I was about to ask her to explain what the hell was going on, but she shushed me, waiting for the clown with the red-painted dick to bring his knob to her face for polishing. She opened her mouth wide, and took his member into her oral cavern, bobbing her head with enthusiasm while looking into his eyes. I was taken aback by Alyson's lack of shame. I wondered what had happened to her since I left. The only thing I could tell was that these weren't the first pair of dicks that had played this game with her.

Once she felt his cock was as clean as it could be, she turned her face to me and said, "This is all your fault, you know? You left me all alone." A tear rolled down the side of her face, mixing with the paint smudges scattered across her cheeks. "I waited for you, shedding tears you don't deserve. Until they found me, held me as I cried, trying to make me feel better."

"But, I was only gone for a few minutes," I mumbled.

"I've been here for hours. If the clowns hadn't found me, I don't know what could have happened to me."

"I returned for you immediately after I left."

"Oh, shut up. You rejected me, then called me a slut!" She snarled at me, then moaned as the clown waiting for his turn began to thrust his blue-painted dick into her. The other two had already departed. I was still in shock at the scene unfolding before me. Alyson was once again about to be spit-roasted as the golden-painted dick of the clown who had thrown me to the floor waited for her to stop speaking so he could fill her mouth. "Anyway, I didn't know how to thank them for consoling me until I noticed their bulging pants. Which is quite something, considering their pants are ridiculously oversized." Alyson glanced at the cock close to her face. "I mean, have you seen these things? They're all like this." Her voice was filled with lust.

Alyson sensed our conversation had ended, and opened her mouth to take in the golden cock. The clown had to crouch to fit his massive dick into her mouth, which bent as he tried to push his entire length down her throat. Noticing this, the clown motioned to his partner in crime to help him roll her onto her back. Her eyes widened as she felt their strong hands manhandling her. Then they rolled her over, removing their dicks from within her for a moment before they plunged back in from both ends. I watched as she began to eagerly swallow the golden cock. The head of the cock was completely hidden inside her mouth, a lump forming on her neck as she gulped it down.

I had always loved the shape of her breasts. They were small but perky, allowing her to display a nice cleavage when wearing the right bra. I had always wondered how her nipples looked under her clothes, and now I could see them. They were small and light pink, with a darker hue at their center. Despite what was happening to her, I found myself getting excited. In fact, I couldn't take my eyes off her. My gaze traveled from her chest, over her flat stomach, to her vagina. A few adornments of pubic hair decorated her otherwise shaved pussy, swollen by the massive phallus stretching them from within.

My mouth watered at the thought of getting between her legs to taste her nectar, and I was still curious about what it would feel like to be inside her folds. I despised myself in that moment, knowing that it should have been me fucking her in that dead-end. Instead, a group of strangers was savoring her deepest depths. I had tried for years to get intimate with her, only managing a kiss one day before she moved away after an entire childhood together. Yet now, she had taken who knows how many cocks in the span of an afternoon. The fact that she seemed to enjoy it felt like a punch to my balls. I had the feeling that I would have been able to handle this situation better if the clowns were raping her, but that was far from the case. Alyson was deriving just as much pleasure as they were taking from her.

As I pondered this, I saw another clown round the corner and approach her. He lay on the mattress with her and began sucking her tits. His makeup was red, but with black features that made his expression terrifying. He would suck on one of her nipples and then use his teeth to gently pull it from her breast, stretching her skin and tugging her nipple around like a rubber band. I watched Alyson shudder as he toyed with her chest, moaning around the one in her mouth, penetrating deeper down her throat with every sound. I had never seen anything hotter. The red-painted clown moved towards her second breast and began to forcefully tug at it with his hands. It probably hurt, but Alyson was loving it. She grabbed his head with her hands, losing them in his fake curly hair, and pressed him against her, trapping him between her arms and sweet tits.

I watched Alyson squirm and moan with both cocks still inside her mouth and pussy. She struggled to maintain her position due to the pleasure derived from having her breasts treated in such a way. Her breathing became erratic, and her body started to tremble, signaling her impending climax. The two clowns felt it too. The one inside her pussy began to thrust into her as fast and as hard as he could, aiming to reach his climax and finish the job. The one in her mouth moved with the same intensity as before, causing Alyson to cough as the cock in her throat plunged even deeper, choking her.

The girl squirted as she was being choked, her face a blend of pleasure and asphyxiation. She felt as if she had lost control of her body as both cocks inside her continued to thrust, and her breast was persistently tugged and toyed with. Her pussy began to gush with her juices as the one inside her continued his vigorous thrusting. I was taken aback by her squirting ability. Alyson glanced at me from the corner of her eye, her expression distorted by pleasure. I didn't think I could have made her climax that intensely, no matter how hard I tried.

All three clowns exchanged glances, then moved away from the girl. The one in her mouth gave her a brief respite as she coughed and attempted to regain her breath. Then, they removed their pants. Their legs were adorned with bizarre, colorful tribal patterns, painted with the same colors as the rest of their body, one golden, one red and black, and the last one, blue. Even their balls were painted in bright colors. I noticed this fact when the golden-dick clown placed his balls on Alyson's face. I would have assumed he was trying to choke her if not for the slurping noises emanating from Alyson's mouth as she toyed with those massive testicles. My former best friend was relishing the opportunity to fondle with her tongue the balls of the dick that had just been inside her moments ago. She was opening her mouth wide to accommodate his sack, licking and sucking them down in her aroused state.

The red-and-black-dick clown produced a peculiar can filled with what appeared to be Vaseline, then handed it to the one who had been fucking her previously. My eyes widened as I realized their intentions. The blue-dick clown scooped a large glob of the transparent substance with his fingers and began to spread it over Alyson's pussy and ass, making sure to caress her, rubbing the side of his hand and fingers between her enticing ass-cheeks and labia. Alyson merely moaned while she continued to suck the balls on her face.

After prepping her with the lubricant, he used his hand to widen her anus. He slid in one finger, pleasuring her with it for a while, then progressed to two and three fingers. The golden-dick clown had lost most of his ball paint in Alyson's mouth, which now sported a gold shimmer on her cheeks and lips.

The clown shifted slightly forward, enticing Alyson to rim him. The aroused girl took the hint and used her hands to spread his golden-painted ass. The clown on top started to sway back and forward over Alyson's face, letting Alyson's tongue lick and lash at his hole, while his buddy lubricated her anus from the inside, exploring it with an ever-increasing number of fingers.

It was ludicrous. I knew she wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't a slut. Far from it. I had behaved like an asshole when I told her she was, filled with jealousy and loss. It was completely unfair of me. More so, since I knew how hard it must have been for her to take the first step, only to have me reject her. The thought that she was doing this to spite me crossed my mind, but I immediately dismissed it, given the way she was surrendering herself to the scene. My friend was probably getting something out of my humiliation, but I was sure she would have continued as she was even if I had left. Alyson was horny out of her mind and clearly wanted more. She was moving her hips in rhythm with the clown's fingers, letting him puncture into her ass while stimulating her now lubricated cunt, as she rimmed with delight the golden ass of another clown.

"I can't take it anymore!" I heard her exclaim, and for a moment, I thought she was going to ask them to stop. Instead, she finished her statement with, "Stop teasing me and just fuck me in the ass!" The words reverberated in my mind like the final note of a dying bird. My mouth felt parched, and my stomach started to churn. Alyson had always been an innocent person in my eyes, and now she was pleading to be fucked in the ass by a group of clowns.

I believed I had reached my lowest point. But I was mistaken.

The one getting rimmed by her pushed his cock down towards Alyson's face, making it point straight down. The golden paint from his balls and ass spread across her lips and cheeks. He was so large that even in that awkward position, he was bigger than me. He turned to look me in the eye as he lowered himself, taking Alyson’s sweet mouth again, stretching her cheeks wide as he did so, which immediately turned inwards once she started to suck him. I felt utterly powerless watching him take the place I always craved to be, and he knew it.

His partner finished preparing her anus and was moving to comply with her request. But before he penetrated her, he placed his cock on top of her, showing me how deep he was going to be. His cock reached almost to her navel. He then spread her legs apart and nestled himself between her folds, teasing her clit with his thumb. He slapped her pussy with his dick, causing her to scream around the dick still lodged in her mouth. Then he aimed it lower at her lubricated asshole. I watched in horror as his knob disappeared inside her, stretching her as he forced his way inside.

I watched her face as this unfolded. She wore an expression of pain mingled with lust. She was grunting around the golden cock. As one clown slowly forced his way into her ass, the other one began to pump slowly, plunging deep into her throat before retreating out of her mouth. Her eyes were rolling back into her head, and streaks of mascara and clown paint tears streamed down her face. She appeared to be suffering, but the movements of her hips, striving to take in more cock, and her uncontrollable moans, told a different story. She was reveling in it.

Both cocks began to move in rhythm as they double-teamed her holes. The one fucking her mouth started to tremble. He had never stopped staring at me while he fucked her mouth, and now he began to smile. It was unnerving. Then his cock started to twitch, and he pulled it out of her mouth, possibly to show me precisely what he was about to do. Alyson followed his cock as much as she could, as if she couldn't bear the thought of not having it inside her. The clown had to push her back to make her stop following. She lay back down and opened her mouth wide. He positioned his dick inches from it, and, again, while looking straight at me, he began to fire off the most massive cum-shots I have ever seen in my life.

Alyson eagerly accepted his spunk as it landed in her mouth and on her face. She did her best to keep her mouth open for more, but she soon found herself overflowing, and some of it dribbled from the corners of her mouth. The clown, having just climaxed inside her, picked up his pants and moved away from her, patting me on the back as he disappeared back into the maze.

I looked back at Alyson, who was scraping the last strands of cum from her face into her mouth. "Alyson, you can't keep doing this," I pleaded with her, fearing for her well-being, and mine.

She smiled, and swallowed, looking like a wreck. Her makeup had smeared all over her face, dirt and sweat were tangled in her hair, and clown paint was smeared all over her body thanks to those damn clowns. Yet, despite her disheveled appearance, her beauty still made my heart ache.

Her grey eyes locked on mine, then she smiled at me, showing off her cute dimples. "Why?" she asked coyly. "I'm having too much fun." Alyson extended her hands, seeking help to stand up. The clown who had been pounding her ass had stopped while his partner was glazing her. Blue and Red helped her up. Then, Red moved behind her and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. The clown held her by her thighs, and she leaned her back against him. She appeared to be hovering in a crouching position.

The clown rotated to present her to me, her legs spread wide, exposing her drenched pussy, her gaping asshole, and her beautiful, perky tits. Her body had transformed into an obscene work of art. The paint smeared on her face, breasts, and between her legs lent her a sinister glow.

"You can go if you want. I'll be fine," Alyson told me.

"I can't," I answered. "I'm sorry, Aly, I shouldn't have left in the first place, so I'm not going to do it now." I attempted to infuse some chivalry into my voice.

"Ah, that's so sweet," Alyson said, her smile radiant. My heart swelled at that, but my expression fell when I saw her extend her hand down, trying to place the clown's dick, while he lowered her down. Their combined effort allowed the clown to begin puncturing Alyson's asshole, slowly moving its way into her ass.

I was about to tell her to stop and come with me, only to see her face contorted in pleasure, her asshole once again being stretched by a massive cock. The bastard was staring at me, grinning maniacally while he ass-fucked the one that should have been my girl. She got my attention back when she said, "You should get yourself comfortable; this could take a while." Her last words got lost in a silent moan when the red clown began to move in earnest, piercing her ass with long and powerful thrusts.

As she said that, three more clowns appeared around the corner. They were muscular and already naked, their bodies adorned with various paints, and of course, they were packing serious heat between their legs. I turned to her again to plead with her. She just smiled and winked at them while the blue clown stepped between us to occupy her vacant pussy.

As I heard Alyson's screams of both pain and pleasure from being double penetrated, I couldn't help but move to a better vantage point. One that allowed me to see the two enormous dicks disappearing and reappearing inside her, her body quivering in their grip. The one in her ass was pounding her as if there was no tomorrow. The one in her pussy, on the other hand, had a method of slowly pumping in and out, taking his time with each thrust. Alyson was moving her hips as much as she could in her position, bouncing in place to meet their thrusts. It was a sight to see her small tits bouncing as she was ass-fucked and double penetrated, the sounds of air escaping her mouth each time their cocks plunged deep inside her.

Alyson was attempting to speak, but she could only manage to mumble the word 'fuck' between waves of ecstasy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUCK, FUUUCK ME!!! FUCK MEEE!!! HARDER! HARDER!!! FUUUCK, MEEE!!! AHHH!!!! AAAHHH!!!! I FUUUCKING LOVE THIIS!" She shouted as loud as she could, and then squirted all over the blue cock clown.

Both clowns were overcome by their lust and the pressure her loins must have exerted on their cocks, causing them to groan and buck. They moved at different paces, and both cocks began to swell inside Alyson. The two clowns took their time to pump her full of their cum, ensuring Alyson was filled in every hole, to the brim, while the red one continued to hold her aloft. They kept fucking her until their cocks softened, and she turned to jelly in their hands.

But this was far from over. They glanced at the new group of clowns, then tossed Alyson to them, who caught her with ease. They were treating her as if she was a sex doll. And she was genuinely enjoying it. Alyson started to giggle uncontrollably in their arms.

Two of them spun her in the air, then let her slide over their bodies until she was left dangling between them, forming a human, multicolored 'H.' The one between her legs positioned his cock at her slit and sheathed it to the hilt, making her shout a quick, "FUCK!" from Alyson. Then, he began to thrust relentlessly into her pussy.

Alyson was moaning uncontrollably as the clown holding her under her armpits tried to fill her mouth with his engorged cock. He smacked her with it a few times until she opened wide to let him fuck her mouth.

The last one lay on the ground to play with Alyson's tits. He squeezed, twisted, pinched, and pulled them, then started to suck her nipples, as if she was a bitch lactating her puppies, while the other clowns spit-roasted her, hanging from the ground. Alyson was lost in her sexual frenzy as her pussy and mouth continued to be reamed, ravaged by a relentless onslaught of cock. She was even pulling the man in front to have more of his cock in her mouth. The three of them continued for a while until she reached another orgasm, moaning around the cock still inside her mouth. The two clowns watched her lustily as she orgasmed on their cocks, before falling limp between them, her body mostly held up by the impaling cocks.

The three clowns stopped moving and gently placed her against a wall. She was exhausted and slowly slid to the floor, ending up sitting on her heels with her legs spread apart. Both her ass and pussy were leaking more fluids than a leaky rental car.

They formed a semicircle around her and began to stroke their cocks. Alyson looked at them as if she was in love, biting her finger, eagerly anticipating the cum shower. One of the clowns looked at me, but instead of giving a creepy smile like the ones before, he motioned for me to join them. He even made some room for me to stand between two of them.

I didn't know why I was considering it, but as I stepped closer to the circle, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my own cock. It was painfully hard, and was aching for relief.

I took my position and started jerking off as hard as I could. Alyson noticed I was there and began to rub her own pussy, spreading it wide. She then sucked on two of her fingers, tasting them, before plunging the wet digits inside her swollen cunt, rubbing her palm against her pussy while she fingered herself. The two of us locked eyes, and I came harder than I ever have, spraying my cum on her face. I couldn't read her expressionless face while I was lost in my orgasmic bliss, splattering my cum on her beautiful face.

"That was good," she told me. Then, with a strange expression that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, she added, "But you boys can do better, right?" She arched an eyebrow and looked at the group of clowns around her. They began to laugh as they increased the speed of their strokes, bumping against me as they brought themselves to climax.

Alyson licked her lips just before the first one came on her face. Then the others followed suit, splattering cum everywhere on Alyson, covering her face, tits, and stomach. Each of their bursts sprayed her with more cum than my entire load. She took it with delight, closing her eyes as her body got covered. Each of their cocks was like a hose to a geyser, pumping a seemingly endless river of semen. It made me feel small and insignificant.

My beautiful girl began to giggle uncontrollably as she felt the thick globs of cum hitting her skin. She was clearly getting off on the perversion of being cum-sprayed by a group of clowns, her moans rising with each rope of cum.

Once they finished, she took off her coverall, which was still hiked up to expose her tits, and used it to clean her face enough to open her eyes.

"That was wonderful, guys. You really made a girl feel appreciated and wanted. Thank you," Alyson said sincerely to the monsters who had fucked her senseless for what felt like hours. She was genuinely emotional that their time was over.

"Peter," Alyson said, snapping me out of my stupor. "Give me your jacket."

"What?" I asked, confused by her request.

"Peter, don't play dumb. It's cold outside. Give me your jacket."

I complied and tossed it her way. She quickly draped it over her bare form. I was significantly taller than her, so it adequately covered her exposed and painted body. It looked quite appealing on her.

"Okay, take me home," she said.

I was growing irritated with her nonchalant tone after what she had done. Regardless, I reached out to take her hand to escort her home.

"What are you doing?" Alyson asked me, pulling away from my hand.

"What does it look like? I'm taking you home," I said, exasperated.

"I wasn't talking to you," she told me, giving me a disgusted look.

One of the still-naked clowns pushed me away and offered her his hand. Alyson placed her slender fingers into his, and let him lead her out of the maze.

"Alyson! What the hell?" I shouted after her, but I was stopped by the two remaining clowns who wouldn't let me chase her. I tried to force my way past them but only managed to get pushed back against the wall, making me lose all my breath. They then turned, laughing, and disappeared around the corner.

I took a couple of seconds to catch my breath before starting my journey back home, feeling like a broken man. My dreams were shattered, and the love of my life was as distant as ever. I never saw Alyson after that, nor have I ever returned to The Carnival.