“Greetings, mortals. It is I, Suckubeth, that demon whore who always leaves you sore. With me as always is my Flaming-Skull-on-a-Stick, Burny!”

“The end is nigh, readers! Your soul is almost completely corrupted! Your addiction to internet porn will be your undoing! You are one story away from being an eternal slave to a demonatrix!”

“Cease your warnings, Burny. These mortals know what they are in for. Tis the season for damnation after all.”

“What terrible tale will you use to complete their utter defeat?”

“I’m glad you asked, Burny. Today’s story is about a plumber who pays regular visits to a creepy house. Well, the house isn’t so bad but the family that lives there is definitely spooky and a little kooky. Read on, mortals.”

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I hated coming to this house. It sat lonely on a hill with a graveyard in the back. Gray shutters flapped and banged against windows that were always dark. There was a ledge on the top floor, directly above the front door. One year around Christmas I swear I saw a cauldron bubbling up there.

The door opened. The butler answered without a word. He towered above me and I am not a small guy. Dead eyes examined me and seemed to peer into my soul.

I held up my tool bag with all my plumbing equipment.

The giant lurched to the side. He knew me and deep down, I think he knew what exactly I did here.

Thank God the fucker appeared to be a mute.

The butler pointed towards the back and I quickly went down the hall. Some thing scuttled on a bookshelf. I didn’t pause to investigate.

When I passed by the stairs, the daughter stepped in my way. She was too old to be living at home but I got it, the economy sucks. I’m not sure why she wore that tight black dress with the white collar and the knee-high socks though. Add in the black pigtails, and she looked like she was trying to pass for a much younger child even though her tits and long legs could never be mistaken for those of a child.

“You’re back again,” W____ said. Her voice was almost monotone, with just a slight inflection of menace.

“I got a call,” I said. I tried to step to her right. W____ took a step in that direction and blocked me.

“Mother has had a lot of pipe problems lately,” W____ said. “I believe it is a matter of moisture.”

Oh shit, does the creepy daughter suspect too? I should leave. That would be the smart thing to do.

Unfortunately for me, my pecker was pretty dumb.

“Yeah, moisture can cause a lot of problems,” I said. I stepped to the left.

W___ stepped in my way. Her right hand was behind her back, like she was hiding something. I really didn’t want to know what it was.

“Sometimes I have moisture trouble,” W____ said. “Usually around midnight in the graveyard, next to the mausoleum. The one with the two-headed swan. Do you do night calls?”

Fuck, was the daughter hitting on me? It be crazy to fuck her, but if I said no, I might want out what was behind her back. Fuck!

“I might be able to make that call,” I said carefully.

“Good,” W___ said. “I expect to have problems three nights from now. Just come by, I won’t call you. There is no need to knock at the door. In fact, that would be unwise.”

“Understood,” I said.

“Good,” W____ said. She stepped closer to me. There was a sharp smell in the air. Was that rat poison I smelled? “Bring gloves. Rough gloves. The kind that breaks delicate skin when you squeeze someone’s neck.”

I nodded.

W___ took another side step and then another into a side room. She never showed her back. A door slammed shut but I don’t remember seeing her reach for it.

Jesus, that was scary. Still, I rather deal with W____ then her brother, P_____. That boy has the eyes of a psychopath. He showed me the jar he keeps them in.

I rushed down the hallway and past the Grandfather clock with thirteen numbers. The hallway turned towards the kitchen and foul smells came from within as well as a bit of cackling. Oh great, the mother-in-law was here. I slowed down, careful not to make a sound as I passed the kitchen and headed closer to the conservatory.

“THERE YOU ARE, OLD MAN!” a booming voice said.

I spun around and raised my free hand in fright. A squat man with bulging eyes and a sinister mustache took my hand and shook it profusely. He wore a nicely tailored suit that cost more than my truck.

“GLAD YOU MAKE IT ON SHORT NOTICE!” Mr. A____ said. He always projected this voice like he was declaring a revolution. “THE WIFE WILL BE DEVASTATED IF HER FLOWER DOESN’T GET SOAKED PROPERLY!”

He was still shaking my hand. I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not. I always suspected he knew, but the fact that I am still alive proves that he doesn’t. Still, his grip was awfully tight.

“SORRY OLD MAN,” Mr. A___ says, releasing my hand. “HERE I AM JAWJACKING WHEN YOU SHOULD BE PIPE-JACKING MY WIFE’S GARDEN! GO AHEAD, I REFUSE TO DELAY YOU ANOTHER MOMENT! MAYBE LATER THIS WEEK WE CAN GO HUNTING! I HAVE A QUITE DANGEROUS GAME IN MIND BUT I WANT TO KEEP IT A SURPRISE! HUSH, HUSH YOU KNOW!”

Mr. A___ let go of my hand and tucked them into his pockets. There was a wild look in his eyes. Well, wilder than usual. He visibly trembled with excitement.

Oh fuck, he knows. He is going to kill me and there is no fucking way I am going on any hunting trip with him. I spun around and hurried down the hall. Speed was more important than discretion. You have no idea how many people are in this crazy family and I was just about at the end of my courage. If I ran into that hairy cousin or God forbid, that uncle, I might just make a run for the nearest window and jump through.

The door to the conservatory was up ahead. There was also a tripwire about two feet away from it. That was new but I jumped over it and grabbed the door handle. The handle clicked about a dozen times as I turned it and I heard something open above me. Not wasting a second, I opened the door and dashed through it, closing the door behind me.

THUMP! Something heavy landed on the other side of the door.

“It is always nice to see a working man in a hurry,” said a velvet voice that made my pecker harder than a tombstone.

Mrs. A____ stood in the middle of her conservatory, tending to a giant plant with some monstrous growths. My heart did that pitter patter it always does when too much blood rushes to my groin. Long black hair framed a pale face. Dark eyebrows arched above knowing eyes. Cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass were pale as snow. Ruby red lips curled into amusement. She wore the same tight black dress that covered every inch of her body except for her pale cleavage.

“I think your husband knows,” I said.

“Impossible,” Mrs. A____ said. “If that was true, you would be in the drawing room, being drawn and quartered.”

I snorted. If that was a joke, it didn’t relieve me.

Mrs. A___ had a pair of scissors in her hands. She used the scissors to beckon me. Like a fool, I went to her.

“If you are truly afraid of him, you can leave right now,” Mrs. A____ said. Her free hand pulled on my belt buckle. She loosened the belt and unfastened my pants. It was amazing what she could do with one hand.

“I just think we should space it out a little,” I stammered. My pants fell to my knees. Sharp nails scratched my hip as she pulled on my underwear. “Pipe problems once a week gets a bit suspicious.”

Smooth hands wrapped around my cock. I gasped. They were slightly cold, as always, but so damn silky. She gave my dick a few slow strokes and my knees trembled.

“Nonsense, it is an old house,” Mrs. A___ said. “Regular pipe maintenance is to be expected.

Mrs. A___ dropped down to her knees. I am not sure how she bends down in that impossibly tight dress. She didn’t stoop as much as she just sort of compressed. Sometimes I wonder if there was a single bone in her body.

Cold lips pressed against the head of my cock. A hot tongue, maybe a little too hot, slithered over my tip. I looked down and watched the length of my cock disappear into those bright red lips. She kept going and going until her chin pressed against my balls.

I let out a loud groan. Another groan from somewhere answered back. Nah, it must have been an echo.

Mrs. A___ bobbed back and forth on my dick. Her long tongue flicked against every vein and ridge. The intense eyes stared up at me, lids half-closed as if judging my very soul.

The scissors were still in her right hand. As her head bounced on my dick, Mrs. A___ brought the scissors up to my crotch. The blades opened wide and then closed around a tuft of pubic hair.

My hair skipped a beat. A tuft of pubic hair fell on her pale cleavage. My cock pulsed in her mouth.

She snipped another hair. Her lips tightened around my dick. She swiveled her head in an unnatural rotation with my cock trapped inside her lips. The hot tongue rapidly flicked the underside of my hard length.

“Oh God,” I groaned.

The dark eyes narrowed with amusement. Mrs. A____ pulled back so only the tip of my dick remained in her mouth. She sucked so hard that her pales cheeks collapsed. If she sucked any harder, she was going to get my come and my soul.

Snip! The intense sucking didn’t stop her from trimming more pubic hair.

Mrs. A____ opened her mouth and my cock popped free of her lips. She rose back up to her full height with uncanny speed and grace. A cold hand grabbed mine and pressed the scissors into them.

“Cut my dress off,” Mrs. A___ said. “Do not be gentle.”

I knew what she meant. Turning the scissors in my hand so that they pointed down, I pressed the tips of the blades against the lowest point of her cleavage. The sharp tip nicked her skin and a tiny dot of blood swelled.

There was another groan, but I was so turned on that I assumed that it came from me.

I closed the scissors and the black fabric parted like paper. There wasn’t a single frayed thread. I cut some more and two perfect globes of ivory flesh, topped with pink nipples, two on the left, one on the right, popped free of the constricting material.

“More,” Mrs. A___ said. “Bare my body to your salacious gaze.”

I scissored my way down her body. A smooth stomach was slowly revealed, followed by the red ruby sitting in her belly button. Next was the pale waistline followed by the frankly frightening black pubic hair cut into the shape of a spider. I kept cutting to expose her bare pussy lips, already glistening with her juices. From there I hurried, slicing down her dress to the reveal the curiously thin legs and her nearly-pointed feet.

Mrs. A___ shrugged off the dress from her shoulders. It fell to the floor as quiet as a whisper. She stepped back from me until she reached the side of a giant flower pot.

“Ravish me, mon lapin,” she said.

There was a rattling sound from the corner of the room. Probably those old pipes. I didn’t know French, but I knew what she wanted.

My pants had fallen around my ankles. I shuffled my way over to her. One time I tried to take them off and Mrs. A___ got very cross. For some reason, she prefers me hobbled.

I reached Mrs. A and grabbed her hips. She hissed like a snake as I picked her up and set her on the lip of the flower pot. Her long legs opened and extended out in a straight line.

Mrs. A___ grabbed my cock and pointed it at her sex. A tight grip drew me to her and the head of my cock pressed against the lips of her sex. She rubbed the tip against her pussy lips once, twice and then three times before pulling me into her.

“Fucking hell,” I groaned. She was so hot inside. I never understood it. Her skin was cold to the touch but inside her cunt, she was as hot as a volcano and as wet as a tsunami.

“Thank you,” Mrs. A___ said, as if I had complimented her. I guess I had.

The long legs wrapped around me and cinched tightly. Pointed feet locked together. Mrs. A___ took one of my hands and placed it on her left breast. My palm was against her center nipple while my middle finger pressed against the higher nipple. She pulled the other hand to the back of her head. My fingers sunk into the silky smooth tendrils of her hair.

Mrs. A___’s hips began to move. It is hard to describe. I searched a dictionary to describe it and I found this word, undulate. Go look it up because that is what she did. The bottom half of her body undulated like a snake with my cock tight inside her.

“Your penis feels so good inside me,” Mrs. A_____ said. “It is so raw and uncultured. The mundanity fills me in a way my husband never could. I can feel your appendage about to burst at any moment. Are you going to spill your seed inside me? Make me bear one of your children? Will your steaming mess give me a daughter or a son? Or something else?”

There was a rattling sound to my right. My head snapped around, terrified to see Mr. A___ or some other kook in this family, but no, there was just a creepy painting. It portrayed some relative I have never seen, but there was no mistaking the family resemblance with those bulging eyes.

Wait, did those eyes just blink?

Mrs. A___ grabbed my chin and pointed my head back at hers. The unearthly movements of her hips defied anatomy and physics. The center nipple was hard against my palm while the upper nipple leaked a drop of what I hope was milk.

“You’re going to make me spend, mon lupin,” Mrs. A____ said. “Watch me. Feel me spend on your precious penis.”

I studied her pale face and her tightly clench red lips. A tiny bit of color came to her cheekbones. The dark eyes widened and the eyebrows arched higher.

The ruby lips opened. “Oh,” she gasped. It was so quiet, like the final breath of someone dying.

The tight cunt spasmed around my cock. It was more than I could take. Tension surged within me.

“I’m going to come,” I said.

Mrs. A____ opened her legs and pushed on my chest with surprising strength. My cock pupped free of her slick pussy. She slid off the edge of the flower pot and didn’t drop as much as she flowed down to the floor on her knees.

One cold hand gripped my cock. She kept stroking while raising her other hand to my dick. The dark eyes looked up at me, as hypnotic as a vampire.

“Come,” she commanded.

I did. Seed shot from my cock and onto Mrs. A_____’s waiting wrist. She kept stroking me and I kept ejaculating. More of my seed splashed her arm. Mrs. A____ moved her arm back and forth, covering it in my jizz from wrist to shoulder.

When there was no more seed left. Mrs. A____ gave my cock a final kiss. She released my cock and then stood back up with her usual dexterity. For some reason, she stretched out her come-covered arm and held it parallel to the floor.

“Thank you, mon lupin,” Mrs. A____ said. “Your services are greatly appreciated. Please leave by the side door for discretion’s sake. Hurry now, before your semen dries. Thank you.”

I’m not sure what my jizz drying has to do with anything but I did as she asked. To be honest, I was glad to get the fuck out as soon as possible. I yanked my pants up and tightened my belt. Grabbing my tool bag, I rushed to the side door. A stack of cash, my usual fee sat on a shelf. I grabbed it and headed out the side door.

The door slammed behind me. Weirdly, I thought I heard another door slam shut as well. I didn’t hang around to find out where it came from. My ass ran down as fast as I could to my truck.

As I ran, I thought about where I was going to pick up some rough gloves.

**
“Well Burny, what did you think of this final story for Halloween?”

“There were way too many pipe puns. I thought the family was a bit familiar but legally vague. I do wonder about the daughter. Is that a setup for a future sequel of some kind?”

“These are horror stories, Burny. There will ALWAYS be a sequel.”

“Except for these readers. By reading each of your stories this season, they have consigned their souls to your devilish box of sex toys. Their destinies are at an end!”

“Perhaps, Burny, perhaps. Although I like to think that their damnation as my playthings is just beginning for their wretched existence. As for those who escaped my clutches this year, have a Happy Halloween! I will catch your souls later.”

Greetings mortals! It is your favorite nightmare, come to ride you like a mare! Yes, it is me, Suckubeth. With me for all eternity and then some, is my Flaming-Skull-on-a-Stick, Burny.

“Flee mortals! This demon is part of a network of sexual demons who collect erotica readers in order to-“

“Now, now, Burny. Don’t be giving spoilers! As for you mortals, I hope you brought your comfort blanket because I have terrifying story for you today. It involves a secret orgy, family in peril and a sexy wicked clown.”

“A sexy clown? Are there no limits to your depravity?”

“Sweet Vincent Price, I hope not! That is enough talking. Read on, mortals.”

***

I awoke sometime around 3am. It wasn’t clear who had awakened me. The only clue I had was that my cock was as hard as a rock, but I couldn’t remember any dreams that might explain my erection.

Memories of the day seeped in. It was Halloween. My wife, Carol, had taken the kids out and I had stayed home to man the door. It had been a busy night of kids and teens and one pair of costumed adults. The kids came home, had their one piece of candy and then then reluctantly went to sleep. Carol and I passed out shortly after.

Carol snored quietly. I laid in bed, trying to will my erection away and go back to sleep. It wasn’t happening.

Something felt wrong. It was hard to explain. There was a problem in the house and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to deal with it. You get these vibes sometimes when you’re a parent. It is like a sixth sense that more often than not, tends to be accurate.

Well, I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep until I checked everything out. I got out of bed. My dick poked a tent in my boxers. I put on a robe in case one of the kids saw me. As quietly as I could, I slipped out of the bedroom.

Two nightlights glowed from two bedrooms. Dim light from the living room below illuminated the stairs. The light came some Halloween lights that Carol strung up. She loved this holiday.

I checked the kids first. They were both asleep. Feeling a little foolish, I debated going to the trouble of checking the locks on the front and back door. The paranoid feeling won out and I decided to go down the stairs.

Halfway down the stairs, I froze. Shapes moved in the dim light of the living room. Lots of them.

My eyes adjusted and the shapes became bodies. People writhed on top of one another. Someone in a lion costume fucked a woman dressed as a ringleader over the back of our couch. An immensely large woman sat on the faces of two men as they stroked their hard cocks. Three women dressed in harem silks kissed each other in a lesbian tangle of limbs.

“What th-“ I said before a hand clamped over my mouth. Something sharp touched the side of my neck.

“No, no, no,” someone whispered in my ear. It was a woman’s voice, though very high-pitched. “Not a single sound or I will poke your neck and make you spray blood like a fire hose. Do you want that?”

Very carefully, I shook my head.

“Good boy,” the voice said. “Now slip your robe off so I can check you for weapons. Slow-ly.”

I did as the voice commanded. The sharp point at the side of my neck was great motivation. I opened my robe and rolled my shoulders, letting it slip down my back.

“Good, now stand still and be very quiet,” the voice said. Soft tits topped with hard nipples pressed into my back. The hand moved away from my mouth and patted down my chest, my belly and then the boxers. Soft fingers squeezed the bulge that was still down there.

“Whoa, I should call you Pokey,” the voice said. She held onto my erection.

A few seconds passed. The orgy continued below me in the living room. The unknown woman squeezed my dick a few times and then reached into my boxers. She pulled my erection through the narrow fold of the cloth.

The point at my neck never moved.

“It sure is a shame that you woke up, Mister,” the voice said. “Your house was picked for this year’s party and we plan to fuck all night. I won’t tell you how we picked your house but you should be more careful about what pictures post on social medial. You are just lucky that I am on guard duty right now. If BeerCan Pete had found you, well, things would have gotten a little messy.”

“Please, just-“ I said before the sharp point dug deeper into my skin.

“Naughty, naughty,” the voice said. “I said be quiet. This isn’t a negotiation. If you say another word, I will cut you, and Mister, I don’t even want to say what will happen to the rest of your family. Trust me, it will be bad. In fact, why don’t you turn around and take a look at me.”

I didn’t want to but I didn’t have a choice. It wasn’t easy rotating on the stairs but I did. The sharp point stayed where it was, slowly tracing the circumference of my throat as I turned.

A dark woman stood in front of me. She had white paint around her eyes and mouth. A red ball covered her nose. Bright red lipstick adorned full lips. Large brown breasts stood at attention with white paint on her aureoles but her black nipples were unadorned. Frizzy blue hair that might have been a wig crowned her head. She was naked except for a blue G-string that sparkled.

It was a clown. I was held hostage by a clown.

In her hand was a long kitchen knife. It was one of ours, but it was far sharper than I remembered. It was unsettling to think about why she felt the need to sharpen it.

“Hi Pokey,” the clown whispered. “My name is Queefy. I just want to ask you one question but don’t say anything. Do I look like the kind of psycho who would murder you and your family?”

I nodded my head.

Queefy smiled. “Good,” she whispered. “Good answer, Pokey. Now turn back around and sit down on the steps.”

I did as she asked. My heart was pounding so hard that my ears were almost ringing. I squatted down and planted my butt on one of the steps.

Something happened behind me. The stairs creaked as Queefy shifted her weight. I wasn’t sure what it was and I sure as fuck wasn’t turning around to look.

The orgy continued downstairs. A man wearing an elephant mask was pushing his impossibly thick cock into the ass of a woman wearing a sparkly gymnast leotard. Another clown woman, naked except for her suspenders was standing on one of our end tables and was sucking the dick of a man standing in stilts. The three women in harem clothes had shifted into a tight triangle of mutual pussy-eating.

Queefy sat down behind me. Both of her heavy breasts rested on my shoulders. She brought her arm around my chest and tapped the knife against my chest.

“This year’s theme is the circus,” Queefy said. “I think I like being a clown. All these crazy ideas in my head just feel more natural than they usually do. Maybe I should be a clown all year. What do you think?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Oh right, I told you to shut up,” Queefy said. “Wow, that was close, Pokey. I almost killed your family just because of my own question.”

A shudder went through me.

“Let’s see if you can stay quiet,” she whispered.

Both legs swung around my hips. With incredible agility, she brought her feet to my lap. The arches of her foot slid together to trap my dick between them.

I bit my tongue to keep from groaning. Queefy clamped her hand over my mouth again. Maybe she was trying to help me.

Queefy hummed. It was a familiar tune but I couldn’t place it. Maybe it was something I heard at a circus once.

The clown’s feet moved up and down. My dick looked so pale between her brown feet. She wiggled her shoulders, making her plump breasts jiggle against the sides of my head.

I moaned into her hand.

“Feels a little dry,” Queefy said. She took her hand off my mouth and her right knee turned at an incredible angle to bring the side of her foot to my mouth. The foot smelled like leather.

“Lick, Pokey,” Queefy said. “Get it nice and slick.”

I spat on her foot. It was insane but I did it. I slobbered onto her foot with all the spit that I had.

Queefy lowered her damp foot and brought it back down to my cock. The spit felt wonderful as she pressed it into my hardness. She twisted her left foot to my mouth with her contortionist skills and I licked her offered foot without being told.

“You are a fast learner, Pokey,” Queefy whispered. “Not at all like last year’s host, Mr. Dead-Dead. Not like him at all.”

A sob escaped my lips but I kept licking. My heart was pounding harder. A tension headache started and I worried about my blood pressure. I doubt Queefy would let me get my pills.

The clown returned her wet foot to my cock. Now both of them clamped together around my hard length. Up and down they went, stroking me tighter and swifter than any handjob I have ever had.

I moaned again into Queefy’s hand. The twin weight of her breasts on my shoulders were distracting.

“You’re starting to get loud, Pokey,” Queefy said. “I am having too much fun to stop now for a murder spree. Give me a sec.”

Queefy laid the knife in my lap; the blade so damn close to my cock. Her feet kept stroking me. Every motion of her feet made me paranoid that she was going to cut my dick.

She kept one hand over my mouth while the other hand did something behind me. I thought about grabbing the knife but only for a few seconds. It wouldn’t have surprised me if she was able to grab the knife with her feet and stab me.

And then she would stab Carol. Anything after that was too terrible to contemplate.

“Open wide,” Queefy said, taking her hand from my mouth.

My mouth popped open. It was embarrassing how quick I was to obey. She brought her hand around and I caught sight of something blue, sparkly and with strings. Queefy crammed it into my mouth.

The taste of pussy, cotton candy and spandex filled my mouth. It was Queefy’s G-string! She was gagging me with her underwear.

Queefy snatched up her knife from my lap. Her feet never stopped stroking me. She used her free hand to tap me on the nose as she talked.

“Wow, look at them go at it,” Queefy whispered. “See that girl getting choked by the guy dressed as a lion tamer while they fuck? Those two are the nicest kidnappers you will ever meet. That clown chick with the strap-on? The things I have seen her cram up a man’s ass would give you nightmares. Oh, keep an eye on the sword-swallower getting stuffed at both ends! That little guy with the red hat is going to see if he can get his dick in that ass. Oh neat! He did it on his first try!

I barely watched the orgy. My attention was on the feet around my cock. The spit was starting to dry but I felt like I was about to come at any moment.

“This is getting me hot and gooey,” Queefy whispered. “I hate guard duty but I did have the lowest number of kills this year. Fucking pandemic. Hey Pokey, want to help a clown out?”

I nodded my head. All I wanted was to keep her happy.

“Goody!” Queefy said. “Now don’t move a muscle.”

The clown parted her legs and her feet left my pulsing cock. She rose up from behind me and her heavy tits left my shoulders. I watched in silence as she climbed down to my step and straddled my hips. Knife in one hand, and my cock in the other, she guided me into her the smooth lips of her pussy.

Wet tightness sheathed my cock. She sank down onto my lap. She took one hand and placed it on a large brown breast. My fingers instinctively squeezed.

“Honk,” Queefy whispered. She placed the knife at my neck and smiled. The white paint around her mouth stretched her smile into something inhuman.

The clown fucked me on the stairs of my house. The carpeted step burned my ass. The sharp angle of the steps made my back ache.

Queefy didn’t care. She bounced up and down on my dick. I held onto one painted breast while the other jumped and flopped. The light from the living room formed a sinister halo around her frizzy blue hair.

“Ha,” Queefy repeated with every drop on my cock. I have never heard someone grunt in a whisper. Was it an act or just some weird thing she did naturally?

“Ha. Ha. Ha.”

I bit down on the G-string in my mouth to keep from crying out. Sparkles came loose and swam in my mouth. The smell of pussy filled my lings.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.”

There was the tiniest groan from the orgy in the living room. It was quickly silenced.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.”

Queefy bounced like she was riding a toy. Well, I guess she was. My cock and lap were just another plaything to her.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.”

The knife point wiggled against my neck. I felt something warm trickle down my skin. Was I bleeding? What happens if she gets too excited and the knife slips?

“I’m going to cream, Pokey,” Queefy said. “I’m going to cream on your hard little pokey. Rub my little clitty bang-bang!”

Queefy pulled my hand from painted tit and placed it on her pussy lips. I quickly searched with my thumb and found the hard nub of her clitoris. My thumb rubbed up and down as she bounced.

“Ha. Ha. Ha,” Queefy grunted. She pulled the knife from my throat and just held it by her side. The force of her humping sent both tits bouncing in different directions.

“I want you to cream too, Pokey,” she said. “Cream inside my clown twat and I will carry your spunk around until someone eats it out of me.”

I rubbed the clown clit harder. She bounced faster on my dick. The stairs creaked from our fucking. I worried it might wake someone up.

“Come when I hit zero, pokey,” Queefy whispered. “Ten. Nine. Eight.”

Holy shit, was that possible? Do people really climax on demand like that? What if I fail?

“Seven. Six.”

I tried to stare at Queefy’s brown tits and white auroles, but my eyes refused to leave that sharp knife.

“Five, Two, One!”

Shit, she skipped numbers!”

“Three-quarters. One half, four-tenths.”

The insane clown was fucking with me. My life and the lives of my family were at stake and she was fucking with me. All the while, her tight cunt bounced on my cock.”

“One-eighth, ZERO!” Queefy gasped.

She stopped bouncing. Her pussy spasmed around my sensitive cock. She pressed the flat of her knife against her breasts and shuddered on my cock.

Mercifully, I climaxed. My teeth grinded against the G-string in my mouth as I fought to keep from crying out. Without thinking, I grabbed her ass and held on as I rode out my pleasure.

“Whoa, Pokey,” Queefy said. “That is a lot of cream you put up in there. I can feel it filling me up like a fire hose. You should wack off every once in a while.”

I said nothing but I did let go of her ass.

“Okay, Pokey,” Queefy said. “My turn at guard duty is almost up and you have been a good sport. It would be a shame to kill you and burn down your house. If I let you go back to bed, do you promise to stay there and not say a word?

I nodded with enthusiasm.

“Okay-doke,” Queefy said. She suddenly stood up. My cock slipped out of her slippery pussy. She bent over and I was distracted by her heavy hanging breasts until she pressed her fingers to my lips. I opened my mouth and she pulled out her G-string.

“Oh goody, you got them nice and wet,” Queefy said. “Now go get in bed and remember, stay there until at least sunrise. I also don’t have to tell you not to tell anyone right?”

I shook my head.

“Good, Pokey,” Queefy said. “Sleep tight!”

She turned around and walked down the staircase. I grabbed my robe and quickly ascended back to the second floor. The stairs creaked as someone much heavier climbed the steps.

I didn’t look back as I hurried back to bed.

***

“I do love a story that teaches a lesson. Remember mortals, when you hear something in the house at night, it might be better to let it be.”

“Unless you are really horny.”

“Burny, I am surprised you are offering good advice on dangerous sex.”

“Well, I figure it you got a crazed killer in your house, you might as well see if you can get some before possibly dying.”

“We might need to see if we can make that advice into a t-shirt. Let’s see what these readers do tonight when they hear something from the living room. As for the mortals that survive, I will catch your souls later.