Antony heard his phone sound off as the shota was getting ready. Looking at the screen, the Grant boy saw David had texted him: "leaving now, be there in 15". Perfect timing. He had enough time to finish putting on his costume and then some. The Grant boy and his two besties had agreed not to spoil each others costumes, so the lad was curious to see what James and David chose for their Halloween costumes. Whatever they were, Antony was certain his was going to be the coolest.
The boy's attention turned back to the full length mirror in his parents bedroom, as the youth lacked one of his own. Antony grabbed the red great coat complete with faux thread-of-gold epaulets from the costume box. Next came the prop belt, fastening it to his waist before stuffing the toy flintlock pistol down the front of his pants. The cutlass came next, sliding into its sheath. An eyepatch thin enough to see through and tricorn hat followed, perched just right atop his auburn locks. Within a matter of moments, the shota had been transformed into an adorable pirate. Unlike his usual wardrobe, there was nothing particularly suggestive about his get-up. The first few buttons of his beige undershirt hung open, flashing delicious glances of his boyish chest, but that was it. Save, of course, the absurd bulge nestled in his crotch that advertised to every passing shotacon what a good fuck he was. Antony couldn't wait to show off the costume to his pals. The promise of ultimate freedom and booty made pirates the idols of eager kids the nation over
Antony passed through to the living room where each of his three shapely sisters dwelt, hoping to catch a glance of their slutty costumes. They were all idly lounging around on their phones, barely taking notice of the little pirate now in their midst. Even expecting such a display, The boy was almost stopped dead in his tracks by how hot his three older siblings looked.
Gwen had chosen to compliment her normal gothic sensibilities by dressing as a ridiculously slutty evil witch! Her bountiful curves were barely restrained by her cobweb patterned fishnet bodysuit and high-leg backless black dress. Where Gwen chose gloom, Sally chose to bloom like a colourful flower. The blonde teenager was clad in the sheer sparkling veils of a sultan's slave girl.The costume was so gossamer thin that only the tassle-laden bikini beneath offered any modesty. The bimbo looked like she had stepped straight out of some lewd arabian folklore, ready to please her master. Sally, meanwhile, had instead of just amplifying her usual sensibilities through costuming had chosen to dress as a little she-devil. Though in truth, perhaps succubus was a more apt term to describe the absurdly slutty getup she was now in. Little demon horns, felt wings dangling from her garter belt and a spade-tipped devil tail butt-plug all made the older sister glow with feminine sexuality.
Instantly blood began surging to the child's pristine breeding instrument as a dark patch stained the outline of his cockhead. Normally the brother only saw his siblings in the lewd garments that passed for casual dress, but tonight was a night for chicks to really let their slut flag fly. Seeing such outrageously lewd costumes sucker-punched the kid with the fact his sisters were nothing more than filthy child-fucking whores who were about to spend the night getting dicked by as many shotas as they could get their hands on. Like a succulent fruit hanging just out of reach, it was almost too much for the youth as incestuous lust made his cock ache with yearning. How he longed to break the taboo and make them his!
"Sup bro?" Casually quipped Sally. "Its a shame James is spending the night trick or treating with you. That lil' stud would be better served at our Halloween party."
"Yeah whatever Sal. Bros before hos." Retorted the shota, trying to play it cool. "You all going to the same party?"
"As if. Im not about to go get shitfaced with all the pick-me's like a certain someone. " Sniped Gwen.
"Have fun sacrificing a goat with your weirdo wiccan friends bitch. More shota cock for me." Cattily retorted Sally.
"We're not wiccan...uhg...forget it. Theres no point explaining. The only words you understand are suck and fuck." Icely replied the goth.
As usual, Daisy chose to ignore her sisters catty remarks to focus on her adorable lil' bro. "You look so cute in that costume, bro. Bet you'll make all the housewives wet just comin' up the driveway." She cooed, leaning over to come face to face with the shota. Of course, this also meant flashing an eyeful of barely covered cleavage! The feel of a shota's warm breath on her perky teenage tits sent blood surging to her nipples, even if it was from her lil' bro.
"Yeah, thanks sis." Responded a blushing brother attempting to hide his eyes drifting downwards. "Me n' Dave n' James are gonna have alot of fun tonight." As the boy spoke he was worried Sally would notice the outrageous erection he was sporting.
"Tsk, would it kill you two to not trade insults for one night? Halloween is a night for having fun!" The voice of Jessica sailed over to the living room, interrupting the din.
Antony's eyes turned to his mother, gob-smacked by her outrageously slutty costume. The milf had chosen to compliment her curvy hourglass figure with a sexy nurse outfit! The white collared dress stopped at her motherly hips, barely covering the top of her dainty derriere and fully showing off her naked pelvis. It was so short several inches of bare skin showed between the end of her dress and the garter belt that held up her red fishnet stockings. The amount of cameltoe on display from her G-string panties left nothing to the imagination as her pubes surrounded it on all sides. White stiletto heels, elbow gloves and a quaint nurses cap were the icing on the cake.
"Wow mom..." Dumbly responded the awestruck son, quickly turning from his sister lest things get akward. "You look so fucking hot!" Now the kid at least had an alibi for his hard-on
"Awe, thanks dear. You always know just what to say!" Beamed the housewife. "A woman's gotta look her best for all the hung cuties on Halloween after all. You're looking like quite the treat too right now sweetie!"
Smiling, Jessica squatted down low enough like a good shotacon to come face to face with her beautiful baby boy. "You knock those moms out there dead, you hear me. I want my lil' angel to be the word on all those sluts lips the morning after." While for the kids halloween was just a time to have fun, for the milfs of America it served a very different role. This night was a time for letting it be known just how absurdly blessed each mom's darling progenies were. Word travelled fast when a particularly hung stud fucked his way across the neighbourhood, after all. Jessica shivered with arousal imagining just how impotently jealous the other bitchy wives would be. Their sons simply wouldn't be able to compete with the sheer volume of perfect-age fuck-meat her precious baby was packing. God, it was so fucking hot.
Into this den of unabashed pedowhores came the boy's father, dressed in a simple white coat and stethoscope, bearing a bowl of candy. He seemed as out of place as a bull in a china shop. The man stopped to give his wife a peck on the cheek. "Heres the candy for when you answer the door." Despite his gesture there was an underlying apprehension to his action, as if he wasnt fully welcoming of the fact a procession of neighbourhood boys was going to be using his wife as a cum-dump all night long.
As Jessica walked off with the candy, Theodore turned to face his eager son. "You have fun out there with your friends sport. Halloween used to be my favourite time of the year back in my day."
Antony smiled back. "Thanks dad!"
"Antony, your cute lil' friend is here." Called Jessica from the foyer.
Antony quickly launched himself over to greet his friend. What greeted the boy at the door was the lewd sight of his mother's hourglass figure as she leaned over to messily swap spit with his best friend. The boy before her was completely hidden from Antony's view by Jessica's tight curves. The signs a shota was even there was the sounds of sloppy french kissing and the two small arms reaching out to grab her ample derrière.
"Sup dude?" Asked the pirate shota.
"Nhg, hey dude. Your mom was just telling me how cute I looked." Moaned the himbo shota, giving the milf a playful slap to her barely covered ass.
At last the blonde boy stepped out from behind Antony's mother, his costume coming into full view. The kid was dressed as the most adorable lil' rootin'est tootin'est cowboy imaginable! His explosion of corn-yellow locks were trapped under a wide brimmed cowboy-hat that with a slight tilt forward of the head covered his eyes to instantly transform the boy into a mysterious gunslinger. With one hand James dramatically pulled back his black duster to expose the iron slung from his hip. In a motion not as quick or smooth as the shota no doubt imagined he drew his cap gun and pointed it at Antony before clumsily spinning it several times and returning it to the holster. The cowboy look was completed by the boy's cute neckerchief and the genuine leather cowboy boots that came halfway up the youths shapely calves. The shota had really put the boy in cowboy!
"Sometimes a boys gotta do what a boys gotta do!" Proclaimed the himbo in a dry cool one-liner, trying to sound straight out of hollywood.
"And whats that dude?" Asked the pirate shota.
"Like, to totally get tons of pussy n' candy tonight!" Beamed the cowboy as his stoic stare was quickly replaced by lewdness. "Your costume is really awesome too dude. Pirates are almost as cool as cowboys for sure."
"Nah dude, pirates got way more pussy! The world was their oyster." Fired back Antony, hand on his cutlass.
"Cowboys got all the squaw pussy though." Retorted James. "Took so much there was none left!"
Both boys seemed in a dead heat until Jessica helpfully interjected. "Now now, boys, no need to fight. This town has plenty enough pussy for the both of you." As she spoke she playfully squeezed the two kids plush rumps. "You both look so cute I'm sure theres not gonna be a housewife that wont cream herself just seeing you come up the driveway."
The two kids smiled warmly at each other, agreeing to a truce. Why argue when they could be getting laid!
"So, like, you hear from David yet?" Asked James.
"Yeah, he should be here any minute really." Replied the Grant boy.
"Be sure to thank his sister Lucy for me." Interjected the slutty nurse. "So nice of her to drive you all out and watch you boys for the night like that."
"Oh, she don't mind one bit missus Grant!" Smirked the cowboy. Both shotas exchanged knowing glances. The housewife had no idea the sister was nothing but a cum-dump for their friend! Children always love keeping a secret from grown-ups, especially such a hot taboo like this.
Antony and James ran up to the minivan that had pulled up to the boy's driveway. The passenger door swung open and out popped David, running to meet his pals. The three collided on the lawn and embraced, wrapping their slender arms around one another. All the boys leaned their faces forward, nuzzling their foreheads together. As the youths felt their budding boyhoods begin to swell with arousal they broke it off, lest the others think they were gay!
"Nice to see you dude." Beamed the pirate. "Nice 'Card master' costume too!"
David was dressed like the titular harem master of the popular kids 'show and Antony and James had to admit the otaku really looked the part too! He had the white short sleeved duster jacket that hung down to the knees and dark shorts held up by the two belts the adorable anime protagonist always wore. David even had the same duel disk he always brought to school to duel the other shotas. The riddle of the millennium pendant hung from his neck, probably purchased from the online merchandise store. David totally had it down to a tee, especially when it came to matching the anime character's obscene bulge of boy-cock that proudly stuffed the shorts full.
"Damn dude. Shorts at night? That's dedication." Commented James. "Anyway looks great dude!"
"Yeah, well, thats what Yuta wears, so, like..." David trailed off before a smirk came to rest on his face. "Besides, this is nothin', watch this: Lucy c'mon out here!"
All boy's attention turned as the radiant beauty stepped out from behind the wheel. To say she was lightly dressed was an understatement. Her tight, curvy body was at the mercy of the cool october air as her outfit left barely anything to the imagination. Perched atop her jet black hair was a jaunty purple tophat. A multicoloured jacket with lacy puffed sleeves was draped over a tight white corset. Lucy's modesty was barely protected by a pleated red skirt that hovered abover her thigh-high stockings, coloured blue and red repsectivly. Knee high platform boots, a studded leather belt from which prop daggers hung and diamonds painted onto each cheek completed the look, making the older sister look like a ridiculously slutty clown girl!
"Woah dude!" Exclaimed Antony. "She looks just like the 'Whorelequinn' from the show! Definitely a top tier anime babe."
"Nng, fuck she looks so hot! Every slut in that show is so bangable!" Moaned James, already sporting a growing erection.
"Hold on dudes, watch this." David turned to Lucy expectantly. "C'mon sis, just like we practiced."
Lucy's tsundere-y look of barely contained ire only grew worse. "Do we have to? Its so dorky, and right infront of your friends...uhg..." All it took was one dose of puppy dog eyes from her brother to melt her heart. "Fine."
David drew a card from his duel disk and dramatically flashed it infront of the two spectators. The shota and shotacon recreated the iconic summoning routine the show's main character used to conjure up a slut from his vast harem. The two copied the choreography until coming to a halt at the iconic pose that ended every opening of the shows multiple seasons. "It's duelin' time!" Dramatically shouted a beaming David.
"Damn dude, that was spot on." Congratulated Antony. The shota had to admit he felt a little jealous of David for having such a smoking hot sister as his pet fuck-slut. Getting her to actually cosplay like that was ridiculously hot. The lad Imagined Sally, Gwen and Daisy all dolled up like magical sluts from the show at his beck and call. The hard on he was already sporting from looking at Dave's sister became even more engorged.
"Yeah, that looked so fuckin' sexy! Must be awesome having a sister as a fuck-slut!" Brainlessly moaned the himbo, perhaps a little too loud.
Lucy's only response was to haughtily flick her chin up and away like aristocrat who had been approached by a mere peasant.
David reached up to affectionately stroke her toned thigh. "C'mon sis, dont be like that. We're here to have fun."
Lucy relented. "Hmph. Thanks"
"So, like, thanks for agreeing to chaperone us tonight!" Interjected Antony, hoping to quickly move the subject along.
"Whatever. Hurry up and get in the car." Dismissed the shapely shotacon sister.
The three shotas all hopped into the vehicle. David leapt up front, no doubt hoping to spend the entire ride stroking his sister's sleek thigh. Switching on the car radio, a seasonal classic about kids getting down with door answering milfs came on. One of the many halloween songs that seemed to get airplay every year out of some sort of tradition.
"So, like, where are we going?" Piped up James as he mindlessly scrolled through his 'thiccthot' feed.
"Aha, glad you asked dude!" Replied the otaku shota. "The problem with my neighborhood is everyone is so rich the properties are really big. Too much time wasted walking house to house..."
As the boy spoke Antony could see James's eyes start to glaze over. The boy really only had room for one thing up there, laughed the boy to himself. How cute.
"...same with where you guys live. The development you guys have is in the old suburban heartland of the town when the lots were on average bigger back then..." David continued to delay answering James's simple question until he had retraced the steps of his thought process. The himbo continued his descent.
"...so anyway the newest housing development, Milford, is all single lots or double family residency. Two homes per house, town houses, the works! Its way more compact, pretty much nothing but street after street of houses with no interruption. Guaran-fuckin'-teed to be a bountiful harvest!" At last the youth finished, finally seeing the state his explanation had reduced his friend to. "Get all that, dude?"
"Yeah man, we got it." Replied Antony with an easygoing smile. While he personally would never care enough to plan something like this out, he appreciated that David did. "You put alot of thought into this, thats so you dude." The boy said with a chuckle.
Looking out the window, the boy could see the evening was already starting to fill out with trick-or-treaters. The boys would have looked cute in their costumes if they weren't all so lewd. Each boys face was a mask of lust as their suggestive costumes were tented by hard-ons. Packs of shotas were already on the prowl looking to satiate their burning loins. Some groups preferred the freedom of traveling unsupervised, while other gangs enjoyed having a pussy on standby incase it had been a few houses since a hot housewife answered the door. Hell, it wasnt uncommon for passing chaperoned groups of kids to sample the other groups pussies either. Any boys hoping having a grown woman to stand guard against any would be bullies would be sorely proven wrong. It was clear that Halloween was a night the already absurdly low hurdles a shota faced to getting laid was especially low tonight.
The streets did not just belong to the shotas. Conversely, there were tons of nightprowling shotacons that enjoyed the thrill of the hunt rather then setting bait and waiting. Most women too young to be a door-answering-housewife took to the streets in their hunt for boy-cock. It seemed as if every road Lucy drove past a shotacon was getting down and filthy like a free-use onahole for the hung trick-or-treaters that caught their eye. Added to the night's depravity was the countless booze soaked costume parties fueled by horny highschool girls and college-aged woman well underway in every nook and cranny of the town. It was quite common for treat-or-treating boys to be simply abducted and brought to the drunken revelry, lured into cars by strangers with the promise of pussy. After all, boys were taught in sex-ed that it's only rape if the woman was ugly.
At last Lucy turned into their destination. The new development of Milford was absolutely buzzing with activity. The spirit of Halloween was plain and clear as there wasn't a house lacking tacky spooky decorations. The vehicle drew up to the parking lot of the recreational greenspace that no proper kid-friendly suburb was without.
"We've arrived." Groaned the clown girl. Looking between the drivers and passengers seat Antony saw his friend's small hand planted firmly between the university girl's sleek thighs, finger-banging the bro-con pedo-whore! David withdrew his slick fingers and pushed them between the sluts bee-stung lips. She greedily sucked them clean, unaware the boys in the backseat were watching.
"Fuck sis, now it's my turn. I got so hard fingering your wet pussy like that." Moaned David. Grinning, the boy freed the absolute python he had stuffed into his costume. It was already disgorging pre-teen pre-nut at a staggering rate.
A look of shock hit Lucy's face like a money-shot. She quickly forced a laugh, looking back at Antony with the rear view mirror. "Ahaha, David, stop joking around".
"Nah sis, its okay. Antony knows already." Grinned David. As the boy spoke he peeled back his foreskin.
"Yeah, he's even like all jealous of you two cuz' he wants to bang his own sisters too!" Grinned James, thoughtlessly sharing a bit too much like always. "You shoulda seen him in his living room, he was almost drooling."
"You asshole, you should have told me he was in on it." The shotacon gave Dave a playful smack as she both scowled and blushed. "Letting James know was bad enough and now this. Making me do this infront of your friends...you fucking pervert!" Yet despite her protests the whore unbuckled her seatbelt and dove over to the passenger seat. A ridiculously lewd slurping sound quickly filled the car as the college girl throated the mammoth fuck-meat of the elementary school kid.
David looked to his friends in the back seat and winked. "Hey, there's two more shota cocks for you sis. Aren't you a lucky girl." The boy hit the button on the side door to lean the seats all the way
back, a feature almost every car had to allow for a quick shota fuck session.
"Fuck, thanks dude!" Beamed Antony, getting up from his seat.
"Ehehe, like, I needed to fuckin' cum so bad, especially after seein' Antony's sisters all dolled up like good whores." Panted the himbo, getting up onto his knees.
"Well, when we first met I wanted to keep 'sis to myself." Confessed the otaku to Antony. "But since you said you wanna bang your sisters too, how can I not share her." David spoke as if he was merely sharing a toy, which he was in a certain sense.
Antony smiled. "Thanks dude." The boy said sincerely.
In short order Lucy found herself faced by three outrageously cute and fuckable kids all swinging obscene slabs of boy-meat that had more inches than they had years. Even though Daivd was so protective of her pussy ever since they started their taboo relationship, she still knew her way around a blow-bang with her eyes closed. She was already late into her teens by the time her little bro was even popped out by her bought whore mother.
Lucy fell upon the kids like a hungry tigress. She fucking loved her kids packing and these studs each swung more than enough boy cock for even the most depraved shotacon size-queen. The shake-weights at her home gym had well prepared her for what came next as she grabbed hold of her brother's two besties shota dicks. Of course her beloved lil' bro got dibs on her mouth as she wolfed down the absurd pillar of perfect-age fuck-meat. The three kids moaned in unison creating a delightfully depraved choir.
The clown slut bregrudgingly switched cocks, devouring whole the colossal length powerfully springing from Jame's marble smooth pubis. The college girls hands deftly keep all three boys as near to orgasm as the others, mindful of the fact whoever got her mouth would naturally be brought closer than the rest. Finally came Antony's turn to get some action as she throated the turgid rod effortlessly. The boy hand never experienced such an aggressive blowjob and he fucking loved it.
"Nhg, fuck dude your sister gives such good head!" Moaned an ahegaoing pirate as he leaned against the cosplayer for support.
"Yeah, she really does dude." Agreed David, happy his friend was enjoying himself. The lewd blow-bang continued until Lucy's skill brought the three children to the knifes edge of climax simultaneously.
"Ehehe, like, dudes, I'm gonna fuckin cum!" Deliriously mewled the himbo.
"Me-me too!" Panted Antony.
"Me three!" Moaned David.
The clown whore pulled off, cupping her hands under her invitingly open mouth. An absolute deluge of shota-sperm glazed her face as three juvenille stallions painted the curvy slut in their prodigious loads. Fat glistening ropes intersect as the pedowhores face was caught in a crossfire from the three dilated piss-slits. David was the last to finish, dousing his sister in an extra serving of his piping hot baby batter.
"Hah, see sis, told you you didn't need foundation." Giggled the cosplayer.
"Yeah, shes's totally been glazed." Agreed the cowboy.
"Fuck dude that was a big load. That's fuckin hot." Congratulated Antony.
Lucy wiped the sperm off her tightly closed eyes before daring to open them. A cum bubble blew from her elegant nostril. The pedowhore swallowed the mess clogging her mouth before she choked. "Nhg! Fuck, I can fucking taste the difference between you lil' fuck-monkeys. You fucker's loads even smell different." The college girl looked as if she was in heaven.
"Bet it all just tastes nasty as fuck." Joked Antony.
"Yeah, but that's what chicks like dude. They love it when it tastes like shit." Interjected the otaku.
"Yeah, they're kinda stupid like that" Moaned James. "Fuck, that just makes me want some candy even more!"
The three kids all looked at each other and nodded. Tucking their cocks back into their costumes the cuties hopped out of the car. The cardmaster cosplay slut came last, literally dripping a buckload of kiddy jizz from her face. The shotas snickered as cumsteam poured off her face in the October evening air. Blasting the whore with their juvenile seed felt like a pre-game warm-up, and now the boys were ready. Their candy bags were empty, their balls were full, and they were eager to start their Halloween night. A shota could only dump out so many loads in a night, so the besties had to make sure each cum-shot counted.
"Alright dudes, so morningwood street should just be to our left. If we start there and zig-zag, we'll hit the most houses." Piped up David.
"I hope no milfs give out anything lame like condoms or some shit. Raw always feels way fuckin' better dude." Moaned the cute cowboy.
"Yeah for sure dude." Causually quipped the pirate. "Lets get this night fucking started!"
With a triumphant burst of energy the kids headed towards their destination. The harlequinn whore brought up the rear. Wasting no time, the trio quickly made their way to the first house on the left. The boys walked past the plastic cemetery set up in the yard. Each epitaph made crass jokes the like of 'boners' or 'getting laid for the last time'. Antony stepped forward and rapt his knuckles upon the door which was decorated by a large fake spider. As the door swung open, it was greeted by a chorus of 'trick or treat!"
"Well, aren't you three just the spookiest!" Cooed the monster answering the door. A pale white sheet so gossamer thin the boys got an eyeful of the completely naked milf hiding underneath. To say she was a silhouette would be hyperbole as the fabric was so sheer everything from her milky complexion to the colour of her gently crowsfeet'd eyes was apparent. "You're all so cute it'll be hard not to give you all my candy!" As she spoke it was clear her gaze was drifting downwards to the frankly absurd coils of kid cock hiding beneath their costumes.
The trio all looked to each other. She was hot to be sure, but not quite hot enough. Lucy's blow-bang had cooled their heads to the point they wouldnt chase each and every pussy that presented itself. Instead the shotas all stuck out their empty bags grinning. The ghost held out an overflowing bowl of candy as each eager youngster grabbed fistfuls of sugary goodness. Satisfied, the kids broke away, leaving a dejected milf in their wake. They all scampered back over to Lucy.
"Not hot enough?" Quipped the clown slut.
"Well, none of them will be as hot as you sis." Beamed the cosplayer, slapping her delightfully exposed ass.
The shotas gazed over at the next door house only to see that a group of trick-or-treaters were already running a train on the buxom housewife. Instead the boys skipped over to the next house, hoping that they would hit a jackpot too.
"Trick or treat!" Shouted three pleasingly young voices.
This time when the door swung open the boys jaws hit the floor from the stunning beauty that answered. A late 20s housewife that looked as if she spent most of her spare time doing yoga stepped out, holding a bowl of candy. Her toned ebony body was on full display as her costume was little more than a turquoise fishnet bodysuit and ancient egyptian usekh collar. Despite the firmness of her body the housewife had curves in all the right places, from her ample breasts, narrow waist and a fat bubble-butt honed to perfection by countless squats. Her jet black hair was worn in braided cornrows heaped with baubles, makeup adorning her elegant face was just the icing on the cake to making the woman truly live up to the beauty of the legendary shotacon Queen Cleopatra. She didn't even bother to wear a bra or panties, and by the looks of the wad of tissues by the door the trio weren't the first batch of trick or treaters she had entertained.
"Oh my, what cool costumes! A cowboy, a pirate, and what are you supposed to be sugar?" Cooed the velvety voice.
"I'm 'Yuta' from card master!" Proudly answered the otaku, striking a pose.
"Mhm, my son loves that show. You kids and your japanese cartoons." She chuckled."Now, you boys like what you see?" As she spoke she placed a sandaled foot onto the door-side drawer, thrusting her hips forward and spreading her delightfully dark labia.
The trick or treaters quickly huddled amongst themselves. A quick game of rock-paper-sissors ensued until each boy had claimed a hole. Leaving the door open they stepped inside. They wanted every trick-or-treater to know this house was busy.
"Yes! I got the pussy!" Boasted a jubilant David. The lad walked forward and slammed his palm between the sluts legs, pushing three fingers into her sopping snatch. "Fuck, you're already soaked!"
James, Antony and David all unsheathed their magnificent stallion-like breeding tools. Each boy sounded a weighty WHUMP as thick rods of fuck-meat slapped against their pale knees.
"My fucking god, what have your momma's been feeding you? You three are hung like god damn horses!" The awe and reverence in her voice was music to the trick-or-treaters ears. The kids knew there wasn't a woman on the planet that could say no after seeing what they had swinging between their legs.
"Must by all my moms titty milk." Grinned the himbo, grabbing hold of his mammoth member
The Egyptian queen got ready for a night to remember, sinking down onto the foyer floor. The housewife put her yoga to good use by taking lifting her ass high into the air, letting her knees fell to each side of her face. Pussy facing the ceiling, the woman was effortlessly balancing on her upper back. She reached up to spread both her winking holes. "Well? Come get some lovin'." She cooed in a rich velvety tone.
Needing no further invitation, the cowboy and cosplayer stood over-top the slut, face to face as their fat mushroom-heads pressed against her fuck-holes. Both boys drove their hips down, watching each other's faces melt into lewd kid ahegaos! Both kids angled their hips and began thrusting like crazy, pumping their pert boy-butts up and down again and again. Each swing brought their heavy balls crashing down against her supple flesh with a delightful PLAP! As the pleasure quickly took hold, the boys forgot themselves and leaned forward against each other nuzzling cheek-to-cheek.
"Nhg, Fuck! I still got a fuck-hole left don't I?" Moaned the costumed Cleopatra. "Make me gag on that fuckin' bitch-breaker!"
Antony snapped out of watching his two friends practically make out. The pirate threw off his great-coat and got on all fours, circling round to the yoga mom's eager open mouth. His cock was so long it was dragging against the floor, smearing a trail of pre-cum in its wake. Like a dog, the shota hovered his hips above her face, digging his toes into her tits. He felt her dainty hand guide his oozing pink cockhead against her bee-stung lips. The Grant boy dropped his hips down, forcing the entire sixteen inch kiddy dick down her throat in one brutal motion. The gagging and retching that the housewife made as her throat was filled by an obscenely girthy perfect-age fuck-rod was nothing short of ridiculous. Yet despite the retching and heaving the Egyptian queen sent out her plump tongue to loving cradle the fat jizz-tanks pressed against her elegant chin.
Like a dog in heat Antony began mindlessly rutting, pumping his tight juvenile hips up and down as he slammed himself balls deep into the grown woman's mouth-pussy again and again. The slut just lay there and took it as her face was smashed by the shota's pleasingly hairless pubis. Spit ran in rivers down her neck as she coughed and spluttered on the monster dominating her neck. The sounds of a lewd shota gang-bang echoed from the foyer into the evening air for all to hear.
Behind the pirate his two friends were reaching their climax. "Hng! Gonna'! Fuckin'! Cum!" Panted David
"Uwoh! Yeah, gonna like totally creampie her ass!" Moaned James.
Both seven year old trick-or-treaters pushed themselves over the edge, burying themselves balls deep in the holes of the late twenties housewife. Both boys threw their heads back and ahegao'd, letting out the delightfully high pitched moans only a climaxing shota was capable of. Two pairs of heavy pre-teen nuts churned in their hairless sack as they unleashed syrupy torrents of virile kiddy-cum. As pulse after pulse rocked his body an ahegaoing James slumped forward, inadvertantly placing his outstretched tongue right in his friends mouth! Cross-eyed with orgasmic bliss the two kids moaned into each others mouths as they rode their climax to its lewd conclusion.
At last the two girthy pink hoses finished pumping the pedo-slut full of their obscene load. Remembering himself a blushing David pulled off a fuzzy-faced James. Spit connected the cosplayers and cowboys mouth. The himbo took a while to regain his mind from the brain-blanking effect of his spectacular orgasm. The kid yanked his spent prick free of the costumed queen's sphincter with a lewd POP. Rivers of pearly boy-jizz spilled down the woman's cushy chocolate cheeks.
David wiped his mouth clean and began to pull out, eager to be free of any lingering gay vibes. Slowly the kid yanked out of the creampied pussy. The kid had pumped so much semen into those depths that a torrent of baby batter burst forth without the fat pink wedge acting as a cork. The otaku let out a little yelp and started pushing the thick slime back in with his finger.
"Fuck, it's all spilling out!" Worriedly panted the cosplayer. "James, help me push it back in!"
"Eh." Was the cowboys response. His ears perked up at the sound of a guttural throat fuck still underway behind him. The boy turned to see his friend on all fours pounding away at the housewife's face. "Damn dude, like, still not cum yet?"
Antony's only response was a lewd grunt as he continued plowing the grown woman's face.
"I got this dude." Panted the otaku, having given up trying to stem the tide of his voluminous creampie. "Watch this."
Walking over, David lay down on his stomach, watching the profile of the yoga mom's elegant features being hammered away at by a wall of hairless pink boy-meat. Grinning, the dark-haired shota reached out and pinched the woman's nostril's closed. Instantly the kid pounding her stomach let out a lewd moan as the face-fuck was transformed into a vacuum fellatio! The force of the suction practically doubled as the imbalance in air pressure drew the invading member down harder and deeper. Only the obscene throat blocking girth of the boy-dick even made this possible!
As the pirate shota neared his limit, so too did the woman! Her eyelids fluttered about, barely staying open as she became flushed in the face, yet still David firmly held her nostrils closed. With a primal grunt of pleasure the seven year old boy slammed his huge balls against the woman's delicate chin as he pushed himself into climax. The obscenely fat nuts throbbed in their hairless sack as a surge of kiddy-cum began flooding the woman's stomach. No longer thrusting, the kid flexed his pert ass with each expulsion as his urethra swelled with the sheer volume of shota-seed traveling up the pipes. From nose pinch to the last spurt of nasty pearly boy-cum almost a full two minutes had passed. At last the child drew up his hips as sixteen inches of pristine pre-pubscent shota-cock left the woman's abused throat. The woman lay motionless on the floor for a half second, eyes rolled up, before she began to retch and splutter, coughing up the syrupy kid-jizz all over her contorted face.
"Fuck, that felt good." Panted Antony. "Never done that kinda thing before."
"Yeah, my sister showed me that." Confided a blushing David. "She loves it when I push her to her absolute limit. So fucking hot."
The three kids looked down at the woman laying in in a heap of retarded bliss on the floor. Orgasms shook her body as pearly kid-jizz poured from her every hole. The boys fist bumped over their handiwork before grabbing fistfuls of candy and leaving. The trick-or-treaters didnt bother to close the door, letting the whole street see the sight of a woman utterly defeated by shota-cock. Hopefully the next batch of trick-or-treaters would give her a moment to recover before using her like the cum-dumpster for kids she was!
Like a good slut, Lucy was standing patiently by where the driveway met the street. However, what was not so good to see was that a pack of trick-or-treating cuties were trying to hit her up. Or perhaps knock her up was a more apt phrase, judging by the hungry glint in their eyes! Antony could see the distress on David's face. The shota was super territorial over his sister's pussy after all! As the three approached they could hear the high pitched voices of the kids hitting on a college age woman.
"...Don't be like that babe. Let's have some fun!" Brattily demanded a child half her height and less than half her age.
"Fuck she's so fucking hot! I totally wanna bang her." Moaned a kid dressed like a squire, a hard-on tenting his tabbard. "Lets fuck! Lets fuck!"
"Fuck off you brats!" Retorted the clown-slut, swatting off their groping hands.
"Hands off!" Called out David, running ahead of his two pals. The otaku shota stepped between the brats and his cum-dump sister. "She said she didn't wanna'!" He pouted.
"What are you, her brother? Stay outta this twerp." Responded the foremost child, noting the striking resemblance between the two.
"Brother? nah she's his baby momma." Half-lied Antony, striding forward. "Once he creampied her they got super lovey-dovey. Wont even let us near her now. You know how it is."
David gasped and Lucy blushed. Even if Antony was only exaggerating, still hearing their sinful incestuous lust spoken of aloud was quite embarrassing for a couple so used to hiding their taboo relationship. Yet the siblings knew among shotas trying to steal away a slut a kid had laid claim to by putting a bun in the oven was considered "a dick move" for only the most NTR-happy brats. Glancing over to the shotas, David could see that they weren't quite sold yet. Lingering doubts remained over whether or not this slut was still on the market. Swallowing his embarrassment, the youngster started blatantly french kissing his sister! An act reserved for only when the brother and sister were certain they were alone was being carried out in front of an audience of gawking elementary school kids. An almost exhibitionist thrill washed over the two as Lucy began kissing back. It felt so hot to secretly break the taboo in public like this.
Eventually David pulled back, bridges of drool hanging from his cute mouth to his sister's plump dick sucking lips. "See?" He panted.
The pirate walked over to the dejected shota, slapping him on the back. "Sorry, but she's taken." Before adding "But hey, it's Halloween. There's tons of pussy out there."
"Yeah I guess." Responded a wilting kid. That clown-slut was so fucking hot, he had really been looking forward to using her like a cheap fleshlight. He turned to his friends. "C'mon guys. Lets go find some other bitches." At least the kid wasn't a total asshole about it, noted Antony.
Antony turned to see Lucy and David shamelessly making out while blushing like crazy. They had flaunted their taboo in front of the ignorant and it felt so fucking hot. Elsewhere on the street trick-or-treaters went about, totally unaware of the shota and shotacon sister making out like passionate lovers. It was so fucking hot to publicly reveal in a secret bystanders couldn't call them on; At last the two broke it up, long after the pestering children had left.
"You two having fun?" Joked Antony. "Sorry, but it was all I could think of to make them fuck off."
"Try to think harder next time." Pouted a blushing Lucy, nipples tenting her costume. She leaned in to plant another kiss on her kid brother before standing up, a bridge of saliva connecting their lips.
For his part, David was blushing too. He wiped the drool from his mouth as he came to as if from a trance. "Unf...dude, don't worry about it." Vacantly spoke the kid. "Like, anyway, lets go."
The four once again made their way down the street, save now David has his hand clearly planted on Lucy's voluptuous ass. The next several streets continued in much the same fashion. Sometimes it was just one or two of the trio that took part as the others decided to save their sperm for a chick more suited to their taste. Likewise, each kid dipped into their growing supply of sugary treats to keep their energy up and cocks raring to go; sugar being the most potent aphrodisiac a kid could have. The opening doors turned into an indistinct haze of lust that the shotas thoughtlessly ran through. A blur of spookily dressed housewives passed by the kids, each offering their own myriad of pleasures. It was an endless procession of pussy-fucks, anal, blowjobs, jerk-offs and tit-wanks from total strangers! Antony, James, and David blazed a trail through the town, leaving in their wake countless awestruck women basking in mind-melting afterglow that would no doubt leave the horny sluts grinding their thighs together in lusty remembrance for weeks to come.
Halloween fucks weren't simply containted on the porches, however, as the lust of the night spilled out into the streets. Sometimes merely walking to the next house was too long to wait for some pussy and the escorting mothers had to alleviate the shota's yearning lust. This was a welcome sight to the trio, who could get some action from a slut chaperoning another group of horny youngsters, buying pussy with their haul of candy. Indeed, soon candy-bags became so overloaded with their loot that Lucy went from chaperone to pack-mule as she happily struggled under the burden of carrying so much candy. Up and down the rows of houses the kids progressed, following David's carefully laid out route to a tee.
"TRICK OR TREAT" happily called out a Pirate, a cowboy and a cosplayer as the door of yet another pedo-slut swung open. By now it was approaching midnight, and only the most energetic shotas and insatiable whores were still active.
"Oh, what a bunch of cuties you are" Cooed the rich, velvety voice of an older woman. "I don't know which one I want to gobble up first!"
Emerging from the gothicly decorated door was the visage of a stunningly slutty woman! She looked like an heiress from the early twentieth century: A sheer white dress looking of gossamer covered her bountiful curves while leaving nothing to the imagination. Beneath the flimsy fabric one could clearly see lacy stockings, garter-belt and black elbow gloves. The plunging neckline of the dress put her fat cow udders on full display as the pearl necklace across her dainty collarbones added a touch of class. A wide brimmed black hat sat atop the carefully groomed silver-flecked black hair cut at the jawline.
As the three boy's eyes became accustomed to the sexy costume, one other fact quickly stood out: This bitch was no less than a bonafide gilf who had to be at least in her early fifties! The weight of the years had seemed to make her every buxom curve wobble and sway with a delicious weight to them. Her cleavage was beyond absurd, flowing down to the explosion of her outrageously meaty hips and thighs that seemed to jiggle with each graceful breath. It was as if puberty had never stopped for the woman and the broadening of her hips and growing of her breasts never fully stopped until she was absurdly thicc!
This late into the night, it was clear Antony, James and David weren't the first group of trick-or-treaters to come to her door. Bright bursts of colour bobbed underneath the sheer white dress from all the used condoms tucked into her stockings and tied to her garter-belt. Elsewhere in the foyer fake plastic pumpkins were heaped with the lewd proof of her pedophilic mating. Condoms are only needed for the pussy, however, as the rest of her plump form was deluged in thick spurts of shota seed, covering her in rivers of nut-slime.
"My oh my; still out this late. You boys must be serious lady-killers." Commented the stacked gilf.
"Yeah, so c'mon and give up the goods you old hag!" Rudely demanded James. "Fuck you're so fucking sexy I just wanna bang you already."
The cougar giggled to herself before bending over plant a sloppy kiss on the blonde himbo's lips. "What a mouthy brat you are. Just how I like 'em." Reaching under the boy's waistband she tugged free the shota's massive oozing prick. "And fucking hung too. What a lucky Gal I am tonight. Come along dearies."
Following the hypnotizing sway of her perfect baby-baring hips the kids were brought into the adjacent living room full of antique furniture. Clearly this woman's taste for days gone weren't limited to a Halloween costume. Picture frames held showed the cougar with her family; photos documenting how each of her kids had reached adulthood and given her grand-kids by now. The boys seated themselves on a sofa as the woman went over to start playing a vinyl on her antique record player. The woman quickly turned and dropped to her hands and knees which practically caused her hefty udders to drag on the carpet. Like a good sow the pedo-whore approached the three kids as they eagerly stroked their massive child-cocks.
Jame's leaned over to Antony and whispered. "Fuck dude, those tits are bigger than my moms! Saggier too though."
The gilf popped her massive mammaries free from the dress as she leaned back on her knees. Reaching out she placed her hands on the hips of two shotas sitting either side of Antony and pushed them all tight against one another. As she did this she leaned forward, letting her tits flop onto the laps of the youngsters. Her tits were so big they completely buried all three sets of hips under their sheer wobbling volume. Scooping up her tits, she pulled the three boy-dicks into her monumental cleavage and began giving a three-way tit-fuck! Three rock-hard shota-cocks rubbed against one another as the warm embrace of her flesh pumped up and down around them. The cock-heads were practically french kissing as their oozed copious pre-nut all over each other.
"Nhg, fuck, you're getting my dick all wet!" Moaned David, trying to sound grossed out.
"You are too dude! It's your fault your dick puts out so much pre-cum!" Retorted a moaning Antony.
"Guys, quit it!" Panted James. "you two are totally grinding against my dick."
Despite their protests, there was no denying how much each kid was enjoying the tit-job! The gilf gave a coquettish chuckle as she felt each kid bounce on his pert boy-ass, secretly grinding their dicks against one another just as much as her tits. If there was one thing she had learned in her long life, its that shotas were more concerned with feeling good than avoiding gay vibes.
"Just lie back and enjoy my fat fucking cow-tits, sweetis." Cooed the cougar. "Fuck, but you three have to be the biggest I've seen all night!"
"Yeah, we've hear that alot tonight." Panted Antony between high pitched moans of pleasure.
Having cum so many times throughout the evening, the three shotas were on a hair trigger now. Their cocks were drowning in over-stimulation and ready to unleash at the slightest provocation. Thus it didn't take long before the pedo-whore gilf could feel the boy-dicks tremble with imminent release. Three cute faces melted into shamelessy ahegaos as they began shooting thick spurts of virile kiddy cum all over the thirsty old shotacon! Three studly shota cocks were now firing off in an awesome display of the unparalleled sexual power of mere kids! Her hat was almost flipped off her curly hair by the sheer force of the blasts hitting the underside of the brim. Instead, the blasts merely spectacularly splashed on impact sending pearls of piping hot baby batter flying all over the place. Her aged features, mammoth jugs, not to mention the orgasming boy cocks themselves were deluged by a spray of boy-cum as rope after rope was pumped from their winking piss-slits. It took nearly a full minute before the explosion was reduced to a weak dribble oozing down their pink mushroom-heads.
The gilf let out a lusty sigh, pulling away from the kids. "Kids these days really are incredible. When I was a teen barely any brats could nut out thick virile ropes like you boys." The older woman began to reverently run her fingers through the syrupy goop, watching entranced as the thick ropes hung between her fingers with obscene consistency. "Seems as if every generation more and more children are blessed like you three."
Antony merely pulled his cock away from his two best friends, countless thick strands of sperm connecting the throbbing dicks together. The boy blushed as he tried to wipe his dick clean lest he start to enjoy having his dick glisten with the seed of his two pals. All this seemed to do, however, was inundate his hands with the stinking goo.
"Nhg, pussy..." Vacantly panted the cowboy. "Wanna fuck pussy~"
The gilf's face lit up. "My, what a fucking stud you are, still raring to go." The woman got up and grabbed a packet of condoms off from the living room table. "I remember a time when fertile shotas were less than one in a hundred. Now when Halloween rolls around I need to stock up on extra-large condoms. A baby at my age is just too much for my old body, cuties." As she spoke she was bent over at the hips, giving the kids an eye-full of her outrageously wide hips and dump-truck ass.
James turned and nodded at his friends. Every kid knew fucking with a condom on was lame; you could barely feel shit! Antony and David quickly got up, launching themselves at her shapely legs. The kids yanked the cougar's legs out from under her, making her fall onto her stomach. Quickly the impertinent brats pinned down the woman's flailing limbs. "All yours, dude." Grinned Antony, slapping the woman's pillowy rump.
Any protests the gilf might have had died in her throat as she instead moaned from fourteen inches of seven year old cock ramming itself in raw to her fifty two year old cervix. "NHHGGG~ You fucking brats!" Moaned the woman as her crows-feet'd eyes crossed and her bee-stung lips turned into an 'O' face. Each powerful pump of the himbo's hips made the slut moan, punctuating her bitching with groans of pleasure.
"I'm not fuckin' with condoms you old bitch!" Shouted a frantically pumping James. "Raw pussy feels like way fuckin' better! Creampie sex is the best!"
Antony and David just smirked as they exchanged glances. Within half a minute they were able to let go of the gilf. There was no need. No woman could resist a hung shota once he started plapping the slut. Instead they helped themselves to the candy, filling their bags with what remained of the cougar's stockpile.
"Does Lucy ever make you wear a condom?" Asked Antony, scooping up a handful of chocolate.
"Nah man, fuck that. Creampies all the way. I told you before she's on the pill." Mirthfully grinned David, dumping the last of the contents of the bowl into his bag.
The pirate and cosplayer sat themselves down and began to scarf candies as they simply enjoyed the show. The lil' cowboy was going all out! Ripples travelled through the vast expanse of her dump-truck ass which was far, far wider than their friend's slender young hips as he fucked her in the face-down ass-up position. By this point the woman was nothing but a moaning wreck, slamming her hips back to impale her womb on James's broad pillar. Swaying between the blonde shota's toned thighs were his fat hairless jizz-tanks, slapping against her with a loud WHOP WHOP WHOP.
"I'm sorry for trying to make you wear a condom, stud!" Each word was punctuated by a grunt of pleasure from the Cougar. "BREED ME~"
Antony noticed that all the commotion had drawn a spectator. Peeking from the doorway across the room was no doubt the woman's husband, looking to be just as old as she was judging by his thin wispy white hair and wrinkled face. The Grant boy reckoned they had probably been married for decades. Now that man was watching how the same woman who had mothered his offspring to adulthood was really nothing but a pedo-slut begging to be knocked up by a random hung kid on Halloween night! Antony's attention switched to watching as his friend buried himself to the hilt, no doubt forcing his fat bitch-breaking cockhead into the gilf's womb. The boy beheld the himbo's huge smooth nuts contract and pulse as they began sending thick blasts of baby batter straight into the woman's oven. Unable to contain such a surge of seed, thick rivers of boy-nut exploded from where the two were connecting, drenching her thighs in thick rivers of sperm.
"Ehehe~ Creampie, creampie, creampie~" mindlessly droned the himbo as his brain was fried by the rush of feel-good chemicals.
At last, the airhead shota's orgasm finished. As James pulled free, a fucking river of snow-white kiddy jizz poured from the woman's battered petals. Pumped full of so much hyper virile child-sperm, there could be no doubt he had turned the gilf into yet another of his countless baby mommas. Ironically the himbo had ultimately treated her as a condom, filling her up without a care in the world. The cowboy just wanted to enjoy the pleasure of raw sex, consequences be damned.
Practically skipping away, the cow-boy grabbed his candy bag. "C'mon guys, lets go. Lucy's probably getting lonely out there."
"Dude, that blowjob was it for the night." Bashfully called out the cosplayer, running after his friend.
The trio made their exit from the scene; leaving yet another bitch claimed for shota kind. Once again they handed their heavily loaded bags of candy to Lucy, freeing themselves from the annoying task of transporting their plunder. Glancing around, there were few trick-or-treaters left on the prowl for pussy. Despite the fearsome reputation shotas had for their voracious sexual appetite, even youth had its limits it would seem. Most of the porch lights and had been turned off, the Halloween decorations unplugged. Most of the milfs had enjoyed their fill as well evidently.
"Fuck, dude, it's getting late but I'm still so horny." Whined the himbo. Despite the fact they had been at it for hours, a rock-hard pillar was still bouncing between his legs. "Ehe, my balls still feel so heavy."
Antony merely chuckled, never one to complain. "We can always call it here, most of the houses are closed anyway. We could go back to Dave's place. His mom is such a great fuck!" Suggested the pirate.
"Well, we've only got three streets left dudes." Piped up David, walking beside his sister with a hand up her skirt. "I mapped it out so we'd do a loop. Y'know, finish where Lucy parked." The otaku felt the need to spell it out for a certain member of the party.
"That house has it's lights on" Interjected the Himbo. "Lets go there and fuck!"
At this point the youngsters had carved their way through the heart of the recent development and were now trick-or-treating at the outer rim of the modern subdivision. Following James's finger, the other two kids turned and looked at one of the vestiges of the farmhouses that had lain here before the big housing project bought up the land. Of course, such a thing was unknown to mere kids, all they saw was an old spooky house up on a rocky hill. Gnarled trees and thorny shrubs transformed the lawn into a foreboding wilderness that threatened to swallow up the overgrown stone path.
"Whats that place?" Casually asked Antony.
"Dude! All the kids at school say that place is haunted." Meekly peeped David. "Lets go."
"Uhg, don't tell me you believe nonsense like that bro." Groaned Lucy, rolling her eyes much to David's chagrin.
"Nah dude, that sounds like fun!" Beamed the pirate. "C'mon guys lets go." Without even pausing the Grant boy was off towards the house.
Shrugging, the Otaku and himbo quickly followed suite, Lucy in tow. The trick-or-treaters beat their way up the rugged path. Bathed in the pale moonlit, each tree they passed seemed to cast a fearsome shadow that sent shivers up David's spine. The boys were forced used their phones for light as they tripped over the roots coming up through the stone tiles. Antony noted that no Halloween decorations seemed to have been set up. Surprising then that the porch light should still be on this late if they didn't have the seasonal spirit, reckoned the youth.
However, the lack of Halloween decorations immediately abated at the door. As the mess of trees and shrubs cleared to give way to the wooden porch, the outdoor light illuminated something that would have looked at home outside a church save for one detail. A large stone basin lay to the left of the clearing, with a very unusual statue acting as the fountainhead. The centrepiece itself was the archetypal shota expect, yet the figure was far more sinful. Indeed, the statue had the visage not of the angels or cherubs the lads were used to seeing, but instead of a devilishly cute demon boy, complete with the spade-tipped tail, horns and bat wings. Such a figure seemed straight out of the tracts and pamphlets handed out by church volunteers around town. While the boys never payed too much head to the silly worries of busybody church housewives, the sight still sent shivers up their small spines.
Taking a deep breath, Antony stepped forward. Up the stairs the lad went, noting other strange pagan decorations, though he could hardly identify or understand them. He rapt his knuckles upon the door, ready to shout the same phrase he had already uttered countless times in the past couple of hours. The door swung open, bathing the kids in a sinister red light as heavy metal music filled their ears.
"Trick or -WOAH" The last part of the line died in the shota's throats as uncountable pairs of hands shot from the door like the hands of the undead dragging an unfortunate victim into the grave. All three kids were dragged inside and the door slammed shut, leaving Lucy out in the cold to bang her fist against the solid door.
Blinking, Antony looked around. He and his friends were in the clutches of what could only be described as a gaggle of big titty goth girls! All around him were high school and college aged chicks reeking of liquor in various states of undress, clad mostly in black leather, shiny latex and fishnet that just sunk right into their buxom bodies. Pale milky flesh as if they never stepped outside was heavily adorned with occult or pagan tattoos. The girls all wore heavy white foundation highlighted with heavy doses of black, purple or red lipstick and eye-shadow. Looking up at the giggling forms looming over him the boy could see how they all more than enough facial piercings to go around. Indeed, due to the frankly scanty garments, the kid could see the preference for body alteration wasn't merely limited to their grinning faces. Nipple barbels, navel piercings and clit rings hung from practically every nubile body in sight. The alt-girls were all stroking and clutching at his supple youthful body, casually tugging him free of his costume.
"Hey cuties. Perfect timing." Intoned a voice dripping with lust. "It approaches midnight on all hallows eve. The most potent time for spellcraft..."
Antony looked as a particularly busty goth slut made her way forward. Purple dyed hair famed truly beautiful teenage features smothered in heavy morose makeup. Flowing out from a jaunty purple witch's hat were bangs cut straight across her brow as long purple-dyed hair swept down her back. Clothing had been cast aside in favour of a lacey black corset that didnt even try to cover her her massive teenage milk-tanks, letting the boys see her stiffened, pierced nips. Her sopping, hungry snatch was on full display as it soaked the black thigh high stockings her plump legs had been stuffed into. Black and white striped thigh-high stockings came up from under her knee-length black leather boots decorated with silver skull buckles. Her attire was completed by jack-o-lantern earrings, a studded leather choker and black elbow gloves.
Antony was quick to notice the teenager's swaying globes were smaller than his own goth sister's perfect mammaries. 'They must all shop at the same stores Gwen uses', thought the kid to himself. Seeing such a hot goth slut before the lad just served to remind Antony of the true object of his desires; his outrageously busty older sister! Perhaps this pedo-whore would make a good stand-in for the time being, mused the lad.
"Who are you chicks?" Asked David in a worried tone, his mind filled with the warnings Sunday school pumped into him.
"PUSSY!" Moaned James. "Wanna fuck pussy~"
"My sister Sally warned me about this. They're called, like, wiccans. They sacrifice goats an' stuff."" Piped up Antony, remembering his sisters catty trading of insults before he left trick or treating. "...Or kids." The last part was barely a peep.
The purple haired slut let out a devilish chuckle. "Wiccans? No, little boy. We're witches." The teen dropped down to her knees and bit down on the waistband of Antony's pants, dragging them down to expose his pre-teen cock as her associates did the same to the Grant boy's friends. The children quickly found the shotacon witches reverently fondling their obscene breeding equipment. The lead witches eyes practically lit up with lust once she saw the calibre of fuck-meat the child was packing. She reached out and hefted one of the kid's massive hairless jizz-tanks, feeling the sheer weight of all the stored kiddy-cum sloshing around. "Fuck, These will do nicely for our ceremony." She cooed. "Been trick or treating all night and they're still so heavy. You must be real studs."
"Hey, that stupid whore that was following them around won't stop knocking on the door." one of the witches informed the coven leader.
"Whatever. Let her in and dyke her down. That'll keep her busy. She can fuck off if she's not DTF." Retorted the leader of the slutty goth witches. David let out an aroused pant at the very suggestion, covering his erection with his hands.
Before Antony could ask about what this 'Ceremony' even was, the shota found himself led by a hand on his throbbing cock deeper into the strange manour. A hand pushed open a worn wooden door, revealing stairs flowing down into a purple haze. Stepping down the creaking wooden steps the Grant boy beheld violet lights shining down on chalk lines scratched into a bizarre series of circles on the cement floor, the goths still not having bothered to even put away the chalkbag. The metal of the upstairs was now a hush rumble as heavily distorted guitar riffs melted into ambient music played from a blue tooth speaker next to burning incense. Dark sheets bearing pagan imagery hung from the walls, no doubt preventing the drywall from ruining the vibes. Laying in the centre of the glyphs was a faux silver chalice, embedded with colourful beads and gemstones.
Leaning over the boy's necks and placing a hand on the outer two kid's shoulders, the head witch pressed the kids together. "You kids are gonna help us with our spell." She intoned.
Antony, James and David were all pushed down into the centre of the occult runes. Antony had to confess he was a bit bewildered by what was happening. He didn't understand what all the strange decorations were, nor what the goth chicks kept going on about. That being said, the goth pedo-sluts still seemed perfectly willing to drain his balls so he imagined they couldn't be all bad. This wouldn't be the first time he had gone along with strange things a stranger said for the sake of a quick orgasm.
"So, are we gonna, like, fill that cup up?" Asked Antony.
"That's right cuties. Every witch needs a potion, right?" Spoke the velvety voice behind him.
Antony turned and let out a quick yelp at what he saw. The teenage goth slut had donned a fearsome strap-on dildo! The artificial phallus was built to compete with the most absurdly hung shotas, measuring at least a foot in length. One of the the other was already lotioning the member up, getting it all nicely slick. "The load has to be prostate milked for the spell to work." Crooned the teenage witch. A downright devilish grin had spread across her face: the look of a fujoshi about to read a yaoi shota doujinshi. Or rather in this case, re-enact what she had no doubt read countless times! Antony's heart sunk like a rock as his hard-on was instantly killed. He exchanged glances with his pals, getting similiar vibes.
"Uhh...like, we're not really into butt stuff." Gently suggested the Grant boy.
"Yeah. Everyone knows giving dick is straight and taking it is gay!" Proudly declared David. "We're not fags!"
"Tsk, tsk. Such stubborn little boys." Tutted the Goth, approaching them. "Its too late to back out. We need the necessary ingredient for our spell."
Antony looked to the stairs he had been led down, now totally crammed with horny goth witches eager to watch some cute shota asses get pegged. From the lust in their eyes to their heavy breathing, the Grant boy doubted they would let them leave without getting satisfying their obscene urges. By this point the witch was walking towards them, each step sending the lewd length waving side to side as it glistened under the violet lights. Antony knew there was no way he was gonna let this chick turn him gay. The boy looked elsewhere. Across the room, he noted beneath the dangling dark curtains lay what looked like the bottom of a door. Feigning a smile the shota approached the grinning goth pedo-slut, wiggling his boyish hips side-to-side. The ruse continued until he was near the neglected chalk-bag still left laying about. A swift kick sent up a cloud of chalk that quickly filled the already smokey room in an opaque haze. The goth chicks let out a cry as the dust got in their eyes, coughing as they frantically rubbed at the source of pain.
Antony dashed towards the billowing curtain, his friends following suite. Tearing it back the kid threw open a door into what seemed to be a laundry laundry room. Yet just as fate had toyed with the kid by leading him into the heart of this mess, it also presented salvation: Namely a glass door through which stairs leading to the back-yard could be seen. The three naked children raced up the steps and out into the blackness of the night. Swinging around the house, they ran back to the front door where a frustrated Lucy stood.
"There you kids are. Would you believe some of those drunk sluts tried to hit on me? Hard pass." She groaned. "Oh. Where are your clothes?"
"No time to explain sis!" Panted David. "Those chicks were weird, lets go."
The group quickly descended down the hill, pracitically tripping over their own feet in the darkness. At least the kids were used to running around barefoot and half-naked, so the cold and lack of footwear didn't bother them too much. Behind them sounded the banshee-like wails of the witches whose plans were now ruined. These mournful screeches the kids mostly ignored, not stopping until they were bathed in the familiar glow of the sidewalk streetlights.
Antony turned to his friends and cracked a grin. "Damn, that was close, wasn't it."
James nodded, barely having broken a sweat and paying no heed to the cold night air against his naked flesh. "Yeah, no kidding. Sucks, 'cuz those sluts were hot as fuck."
David gave Lucy a clingy hug. "We always seem to get into trouble." The boy pouted.
Antony just smiled. "Hey dude. Look on the bright side. Lucy still has all our candy. Lets just head home."
David stepped back, seeing the heavy bags still dangling from his loving sister's tired arms. "Yeah, you're right dude." He said, having calmed down.
"Dudes, you should, like, totally have Lucy drop you off at my house for the night. We can wake my mom up n' just fuck n' eat candy 'till the sun comes up." James moaned, already ahegao'ing just thinking about it.
Antony and David both had to agree it sounded like a good plan.