BOINK! Jac-Jack's cardboard shirt cutout rolled up, hitting Jen in her big nose. "Oops. Sorry, hee hee," giggled Jac-Jack.
"That's okay," answered Jen. She looked and saw Jac-Jack's beer belly bulging underneath his t-shirt. When had he gotten so fat? Wait a minute, he'd always been fat. That was how she liked her men.
Jen felt something else bulging, and it wasn't Jac-Jack's belly.
Jen's mind was getting clouded, something was telling her things shouldn't be like this, mixed with the desire welling up within her. All the time she and Jac-Jack were dating they'd never gone all the way, just making out and blow-jobs. What she was feeling now now though, was too powerful for either of those to satisfy her.
She rubbed her big clown nose against his and gently rubbed his white bald pate. Jac-Jack moaned; he'd always loved it whenever Jen caressed his scalp.
Jac-Jack reached for Jen's nose and squeezed; she did the same with his. The sounds they gave were not sudden loud honks so often used by clown in body language, but the soft, gentle squeaks of Jen would often hear from her parents' bedroom.
Jen undid the clasps on Jac-Jack's suspenders and slid down his pants and boxer. She giggled; it was as big as she remembered. Jac-Jack took down her own pants and underwear; Jen squealed as she felt him penetrate her.
Unknown to either two young clowns, someone was watching...