Human Pretzel

Back in her circus days my Grandma was known as the "Human Pretzel". She didn't actually perform but was notorious for fucking multiple clowns at the same time on off days. They red nosed bastards got a big kick out of how the prim and proper circus accountant could contort her body, and urged her to develop an act for under the big tent. She insisted her first love was math however, and refused to use her flexibility for anything other than private pleasure, for her and her big dicked buffoons.

Grandma would come home from weeks on the road, back aching and giant shoe prints embedded in her ass. She was happy though. She said she was following her dream. Accounting paid the bills but being around performers who brought joy to children filled her soul with song, and those clowns knew how to fuck.

Needless to say Grandpa was none too pleased with the relationship. He was the circus Ringmaster and it really boiled his whip to see the glee in which those clowns would pile into their car after the big top emptied out and scoot over to Grandma's trailer. It was only a matter of time before he drugged the lion tamer just long enough to lead the lion over to the stuffed clown car after one show in Memphis.

I can still hear his cry of "Revenge!" echo through my head whenever I go to kid's parties even now.

"Revenge!" No matter how loud the wail of the police siren gets or how piercingly the children scream, and man those kids sure can scream, I can still hear my Grandpa's cry echo through my head again and again as I just keep running across that yard, wearing only a clown nose and carrying a whip, naked and free.