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The bell strikes and I see the globs of red splash and spread across the bottom of the sink below me. Next an ear and then the tip of a crimson nose fall and make a loud plop in the water. What strange and gruesome noises and images to break the barrier between midnight and Halloween? Hell no, just trying to get this damn clown makeup off before the next show. “My god, I look like hell,” as I look in the makeup room mirror. My clown makeup is running and I am covered in this sticky juice (I’ll get to the juice part later). I remove the remaining makeup, strip off my clown shirt, and wash my face and bare chest. I feel better but still feel the pineapple on my skin. “Hell of a way to spend Halloween,” I say to myself as I look down and see that I still have the biggest hard on of my life. It feels so hard I think it might break if I touch it. My stage name is Jack and I am a killer clown in a major theme park show on the night of Halloween. I won’t say what park. It might get me fired from this sweet little gig I call a job. Let’s be real- I may be an evil clown but even an evil clown still needs a job. I’ll just say it has a name with universal appeal. Anyway, back to why I am a killer clown with a massive hard on and covered in a sticky juice. The answer is just two words. Veronica Peters. How should I describe Veronica? By day, a sweet young girl of 22 biding away her time as a park intern for the past three years to get through school. A college drama major with a sweet smile and shy way. Always wearing sweat pants, tank top, glasses and a ponytail and always a bookworm. By night, she changes into my steaming hot vampire Harlequin assistant on the Halloween Horror Stage. Anything but shy in the outfit she prances around on stage in. At about 5’4 with a tight little body she portrays an evil little Harlequin with tiny little fake vampire teeth, dressed in a black satin corset that pushes up her firm olive skinned breasts, making them almost pour out into the mouths of the crowd. Her little white tutu barely covers her firm ass and touches the top of her black lace thigh-highs. Black arm-length gloves, black knee-high boots with steel five-inch stiletto heels, black lace choker and coal black hair tied in two tight pigtails. She tops this off with Harlequin white face makeup and a squeaky porno voice. I get hard just thinking about it. The way the twenty thousand people a night in the crowd scream their heads off when she comes on stage, I think they get a hard on too. It’s a wonder anyone pays attention to me on stage at all, and I’m the star. As you might have guessed, I have quite the fixation with my assistant, but then who could blame me. Veronica was always unapproachable during the day as a shy bookworm and totally intimidating when she morphed into the evil little vampire Harlequin at night for the show. She was too shy to talk much in the day and way too flirtatious at night to be anything other than an act for the stage. It was like two sides of the same hot coin. I even called her two names- during the day it was Veronica and in character it was just VP. Still I always sensed the sexual tension between us for three years and dozens of shows; if only I could just find a way to break through the act and find which was the real deal and which would taste better. We had done the same show together for three years but I still couldn’t get past her defenses. Tonight was different. Here’s how the act goes. I play Jack, the Killer Clown and Carnival owner. VP of course plays my coy and deadly hot Harlequin assistant. Our traveling Carnival is passing through the country and stops for a show at the Sleep Away Camp site, much to the misfortune of its inhabitants. My carnival henchmen capture the campers one at a time and we take great pleasure in doing horrible tortures to each, sometimes while singing snappy stage tunes. Some of the campers are seduced by VP and drained dry by her fangs. A dried up fake body is thrown into the audience amidst cheers of delight. At one point I have put one of the happy camper cheerleader girls in a wood chipper and sprayed her fountain of fake body pieces and blood all over the cheering Halloween audience. My character then fakes remorse and wants to make amends to her boyfriend, who is hiding in a cabin. Jack and the Harlequin decide to take a fruit basket to the door of the cabin as a token of peace and to ask forgiveness. We approach the cabin and my assistant begs the camper to come to the door in her little squeaky porno voice. “Please forgive us mister, it was all a horrible mistake,” she squeals. The camper finally caves in and opens the door and accepts the fruit basket gift and the crowd hears a loud ticking. You can guess what happens next or at least what was supposed to happen. As the act goes, the basket is rigged with a small prop charge that makes a loud pop and blows the fruit up and a fake head blows into the crowd in pieces. At least that is the usual show. Tonight the prop tech got a little carried away. This night the basket was filled with pineapples and the charges were in the cut off tops of four. The tech had the bright idea to spray a little fruit into the crowd for effect. The pineapples were too big and the charges too heavy. At the appropriate moment the actor/camper pulled the cord and the charges went and the pop was a giant plop as the pineapples disintegrated, covering us with a coating of juice and thick pineapple sauce. The look on our made up faces was one of shock and confusion. We quickly recovered and tried to finish the show. The last few minutes of the fiasco I couldn’t keep my eyes off VP. She was covered in the juice and sauce and it made her little outfit cling even more to her hard little body. I could see the cold juice making her nipples rock hard as she danced across the stage. I imagined what it would be like to bite down on one making her yelp with pleasure. As that thought crossed my mind, we neared the finale and I hoped the audience didn’t notice the big bulge in my clown pants. The last act ends with fires blowing up across the stage and the Harlequin wrapping one leg around me and ending in a stage kiss. Usually this kiss is to the side of the mouth but tonight her lips were on mine and I could have sworn that her tongue lighted across mine and her little fangs lingered on my bottom lip. Her warm body in tight wet lace was almost stuck to mine. She slid off my body as the curtain dropped and glanced in my eyes when I knew she could feel the stiffness on her thigh. No shyness, just a wink as she strutted off stage. Or did I imagine it? I returned to my dressing room after screaming at the prop tech for ten minutes. The screaming was a great relief but not the kind I needed. I set the prop fruit basket down on the table and the sauce dripped on the floor and the scent filled the room. As I cleaned up, the pineapple smell started the lustful thoughts burning in my head about what I wanted to do to my little sauce covered Harlequin. My cock was so hard it hurt and I needed it to go away. I was trying to think of other things when the door burst open. And this brings us back to where we started. “What the fuck Jack?” screams VP as she slams the door shut. “This outfit is ruined and I only have one more for the last show!” She steps closer to me, so angry I can see her skin is flushed red. I can’t help but notice how the pineapple sauce is clinging to and running down her breasts. And the scent of the juice on her is burning up my loins. I decide I need my vitamin C. I step closer. “What the hell is wrong with that prop guy and how will I get all this off of me?” She is still yelling more in a Veronica voice than a VP voice, which seems even hotter in that outfit. I get best of both worlds. I step closer still. “Why the hell won’t you say anything Jack?” she yells in my face. I reach forward and run my finger across her chest scooping up some sauce and place it in my mouth. She doesn’t step back but only breathes in. In a very quiet voice she says, “Very funny Jack, now how do I get this cleaned off for real?” I run my finger across again but this time I trace the juice and sauce across her lips. She starts to say, “Jack,” but I step forward too fast. With my hand on the side of her face I pull her toward me and crush her lips with mine tasting the pineapple on her mouth. She starts to pull from me but in a moment her arms are around my body and she opens her mouth to mine. My tongue darts in and out of mouth and to my surprise she is still wearing her tiny little fangs. I let my tongue run over them and she takes in a breath and then I find her tongue and start to suck it as I feel her push even closer against my bare chest. She starts to kiss me back deeper and then sucks on my tongue, almost painfully, with her little fangs. I release her mouth and start to kiss and suckle her neck whilst (god, I have always wanted to use that word in a porno story) she runs her hands over my body with little moans escaping her fanged lips. Her touch feels so good; she is still in full costume and her gloved hands are running all over me. Every last bit of her tastes and smells of the pineapple and I love it. I run my mouth over her neck and then I pull her head back by her pigtails and start to kiss down her chest till I get to the top of her corset. I pull down one side with my teeth and a hard nipple the size of the tip of my pinky pops out and into my mouth. At first I suck it, making her moan deeply, and then I bite it hard making her squeal just like in my fantasy. She grabs me and digs her nails into my arms even through the gloves and I can feel the heat of her crotch on my hardness. I shove my tongue roughly into her mouth again and she responds with a hunger as I lift her with my hands under her ass up onto the dressing table. I run my mouth down her chest again and pull the other side of the corset down and give her other swollen nipple some attention. Her head falls back as I suck her and I run one hand up her thigh highs under her tutu till I find bare skin. My hand wanders between her smooth thighs till I find her heat and with one tug I remove her tiny black thong soaked with her juices. Her hands are on my head almost resisting me but I pull her hips forward on the table till her tiny swollen pink slit is completely exposed to me. Her pussy is so beautiful, shaven bare and glistening with her slick juices waiting to be taken. I spread her legs even further with no protest from her anymore and I start to kiss down from her nipple, down her corset and then toward her prize. Then I have an idea. She smells of her own juices and the pineapple juice but I want more. The basket is beside me. As I kiss around her slit I reach over to the basket and take a handful of the still warm sauce. Without warning I slap the whole handful all over and into her swollen pussy. Her eyes jolt open but before she can even say a word I am not only eating her out, I am devouring her cunt. I slurp up every drop of pineapple with my tongue darting in and out of her folds. I slide my tongue from her anus to the top of her lips and then settle on her hot little clit for dessert. I am not gentle and I bite down on the hard little nub and suck it hard between my teeth and immediately she tenses, pulls my hair and digs those steel heels into my back. My mouth and chin are covered in her and the pineapple juices as she pulls me up by my hair and starts kissing me deep, sucking it all in. Her gloved hands are all over me. She starts unbuckling my belt till she finds my rod and starts stoking me as my clown pants fall to the floor. I pull her hips forward on the dressing room table till her ass is barely hanging on the edge and I position the head of my throbbing cock at the entrance of her dripping slit. I grab her by the waist and back of the neck and pull her onto me slowly. The head is barely in and she gasps and I withdraw a bit and then I slam it hard into her up to my balls. She immediately wraps her legs around my back and buries her head in my chest; as her pussy tightens so hard on my cock I almost cum after one stroke. I hear her whimper in her Veronica voice but then I feel her start to move her hips in rhythm to my strokes. Then from somewhere deep inside she speaks in the VP voice. “Harder, that’s it Jack, Jack my pussy, Jack me up!” That almost sends me over the edge but I control it and decide to see how far I can take her. I grab her by the pigtails and pull her hair back hard and force my tongue in her mouth. I then slide my hand under her ass for leverage and rest my middle finger at the entrance to her dark hole, slowly pushing it in. I start to ram my rod into her pussy as hard as I can with the deepest strokes I can, taking my cock almost out completely and then back in. To my surprise she keeps up with every stroke and I can feel the heat rising in her and her body begins to tense. She wraps tightly around me and puts her mouth on my neck as I slam into her and she screams in the squeaky voice. “Fill me up, fill me up now Jack!” Her body tenses, convulses and she sinks her little fangs into my shoulder blade and her heels into my back as her orgasm causes her pussy to clamp down on my cock like a vice. That’s all it takes and I shoot a hot stream of cum into her that I think will never end. My cock jerks again and again as I feel her little fangs draw blood on my shoulder. She slowly eases her grip and removes her mouth from my shoulder with a faint reddish color on her lips. I withdraw my hard cock from her pussy and admire my work. She is still spread eagle on the dressing table with her back to the mirror, white makeup smeared and corset pulled down. She smells of her cum and mine mixed with pineapple and sweat. Then I look down at her sweet little slit. It is still covered with shiny juice and my then cum starts oozing out. As I watch her dripping pussy I can only think of those delicious pineapple cream pies Mary Ann made Gilligan on the island. For some weird reason this gets me hard again instantly and she sees the lust in my eyes. I grab her off the table and turn around facing the mirror and then bend her over and spread her legs wide. I waste no time and just shove my dick in her hard. She whimpers in her Veronica voice as my balls are slapping against her ass with my hard strokes. I reach around and roughly play with her clit listening to her moan. Then I want more. I want all of her, Veronica or VP. I pull out and spread her wider but this time I reach over and grab another handful of pineapple sauce. I hold her down as I slather the sauce all over my hard rod. I grab another handful and slap it hard onto her tight little anal entry. As I apply pressure with the head of my cock to her puckered little hole she starts to rise up and whimper, “No,” in the Veronica voice as the tip pops in. She whimpers again as I work an inch in but then I feel sorry for her and start to withdraw. The head is almost out when she raises up turns her head around, looks me in the eye as she reaches down to spread her ass and says in her squeaky VP voice, “More.” She pushes back as I push forward into her tight little virgin asshole. She looks me in the eyes the whole time as I work my whole length in and just moans, “More and more.” I take her hand and hold it to her lips to lick and place on her clit. She starts to rub it furiously as I pick up my strokes in her ass. She never stops looking me in my face as her expression changes with her coming orgasm. I pull her pigtails again as I start to grunt and we cum together. Her body shakes and even her ass clamps tighter as she rides her pleasure out and I shoot my hot load in her ass. As my still hard cock pulls out of her ungodly tight ass it is covered in a sloppy sticky mix of mine and her cum and dripping thick warm pineapple sauce. Before I can take a step back she is off the dressing room table in a flash and on her knees licking and sucking the whole mix off my member. I still jerk whenever her little fangs scrape against my dick as she consumes every last drop and drains me dry. No real vampire could do better. “Hmmmm, pineapple was always my favorite flavor,” she says, licking her lips. VP stands up and wraps her arms around me and begins kissing my neck and rakes her little fangs hard across my skin. “More after the last show,” she whispers. She reaches over to the table and picks up her soaking little thong and crumples it in my hand. “Keep these, I won’t need them the rest of the night.” She steps back, straightens her little tutu and walks toward the door. “Gotta clean up for the show.” She pauses by the fruit and dips her finger in the pineapple and then traces her finger between her thighs. “But not too clean.” She then spins on her little stilettos and prances out the door singing “Happy Halloween” in her squeaky porno stage voice. I truly believe my dick will never be soft again. Which one is she truly? No clown knows for sure. But to me, no more Veronica, no more VP, now it is only my little Vagina Pineapple. Yep, one hell of a way to spend Halloween. I wonder what’s in the next fruit basket… |
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