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 Black Cat Halloween Mg, Mgg, street kids, costumes, young girls, panties

   Be aware that this is a work of fiction based on nothing.  It includes
sex between adults and minors and should NOT be read by anyone under the
age of 40.  This is adult shit.  Read at your own lustful peril.  We do not
condone activity portrayed in this story.  It is provided as an outlet, not
as a guide.



   Surely I had set out for an adventure but had not anticipated how much
excitement I would have.  To me, it was just another Halloween night.  Let
me introduce myself..  I was a 32 yr old single guy with a lust for sex. 
It's all I can think about.  I've been fortunate enough to have a good
build, good looking face, and a perpetually hard dick.  It's not the
biggest around by a long shot - no more than 6 inches on full hard, and
maybe a couple of inches around.  Tonight I wore loose fitting shorts,
running shoes, and a sleeveless t-shirt...  no underwear to impede what fun
I might run into.  You see, I am a predator.  Tonight I was out for my kind
of fun.

   The year was 1980, back when kids went door to door trick or treating,
back when they were out alone, unescorted, vulnerable.  If you're too young
to remember those days all I can say is that you missed out.  The night was
warm, almost hot, as is typical here in San Diego.  I parked my car in a
lower middle class area, a place sure to be filled with lots of kids out
wandering the streets, young kids in costumes, young kids out to have fun,
young kids walking the streets maybe even alone for the first time.  A
perfect one-time-a-year opportunity.  No wonder that today's laws require
predators to be at home with their lights out on Halloween.  It was so
different back then.

   I'd gone maybe two blocks from my car when I spotted my first targets.
Two little girls, one dressed as a ballerina, the other as a black cat. 
The ballerina wore a tutu - poked out all around her little 7 year old
middle, a pair of pink panties beneath, little ballet slippers on her feet,
a tight yellow top that showed her totally undeveloped chest.  Her blond
hair was done up in a pile atop her pretty head.  Thin to the point of
skinny, she danced along beside her friend.

   The black cat was about a year older.  Her make up sported the
obligatory whiskers and black lipstick that accented her puffy young lips.
With black hair, she didn't look as happy and gay as her friend.  Her
costume consisted mainly of dyed long underwear, much too hot for the warm
evening.  A tail had been pinned to her little bubble butt.  I could tell
they had been arguing about something.

   "Hi girls." They looked up at the handsome young man three feet in front
of them.  "Have you seen my little boy?  He's wearing a Superman costume.
He's about your age and I can't find him." Innocent children fall for that
time and again and they were no exception.  "I think he might have gone
through the woods over there to another apartment complex.  Have you seen
him?"

   "I saw a boy in a Superman suit," ballerina said.  Black cat nodded.

   "Did you see where he went?  Did he go through the woods?"



   "I think so.  Do you want us to help you look?"



   "Oh, thank you very much.  Please help me find him.  He's been very sick
and he needs to talk his medicine soon.  If we split up we have a better
chance of finding him.  Look, you go around the woods to the other side,
the black cat and I will go through the trees and meet you there.  Let's
run!" The ballerina took off running the block and a half south to go
around the woods as the cat and I ran the other way.  She automatically put
her hand in mine as we ran.  Barely entering the thick stand of trees we
slowed to a walk.  I had her alone.  "You look hot in that costume." She
nodded vigorously.  `You can take it off if you want." She looked up at me
wondering if that was a good idea.  "No, seriously.  You can.  I'm a Daddy
so it's all right.  I know it's hot.  I won't let anyone see you." I didn't
let her make up her mind.  I reached behind her and took the zipper in hand
and lowered it to her waist.  "Now just step out of it."

   "It itches." She did as I told her.  Beneath the cheap fabric was a
delight.  Flat, undeveloped chest, tiny little pale nipples, tiny pouchy
tummy, her black hair falling to bare shoulders.  Thin little arms, her
fingernails painted black.  As she shed the long underwear from her legs I
saw her white cotton panties covering a precious bubble butt.  Taking the
cue from her comment, I began lightly scratching her back, down her arms
and up again.  I turned her with her back to me and pulled her against me,
the bulge in my shorts pressed against her.  I let my fingers run lightly
across her bare chest, feeling her pale nipples, gently pinching them as I
brushed past.  She allowed it all, no resistance; she leaned back against
my legs.  I bent down and whispered in her ear, "You are such a pretty
little girl.  I wish you were mine." The child spread her legs wide as I
lowered my hand to her crotch.  As she turned her face to mine our lips
met.

   I kissed her gently, letting my fingers find the elastic of her panty
waistband.  Reaching in, I felt her taut smooth belly, the top of her
virgin slit, then I cupped her little pussy as my tongue quietly found its
way into her mouth.  I felt her dampness, not know if it was perspiration
from her warm costume or a reaction to the attention she was receiving. 
Smooth, silky little pussy, enchanting, never before touched with lust
child cunt.  I found the tiny opening and gently pressed my middle finger
into it.  I knew I couldn't enter.  Just to feel it was enough for the
moment.  She turned toward me, her short arms encircled my neck as we
kissed.  From a gentle kiss it became passionate, a full adult French kiss,
out tongues touching, rubbing together.  I cupped her ass, one hand
covering both cheeks of the tiny girl and I roughly pulled her to me,
lifting her to press my hard cock against her.  I pulled down the back of
her panties to hold her bare flesh in my hands.  She wrapped her legs a
round my waist as we continued the kiss.  I was beginning to reach the pint
of no return as the child clung hungrily to me.  With her holding her
weight, I reached for the button of my shorts and let them fall to the
ground.  I ground my bare hard cock against her panty covered puss and
humped her.  In seconds it was all I could take.  I shot cum all over the
child and myself, the excitement more than I could sustain.

   I had to have more, having shot a load or not, this child could make me
reload quickly.  I lay her on the soft grass under a tree and quickly
removed her panties.  Submissive, she lay back allowing me to do my will.
I'm sure the kisses had enflamed her more than any feeling she had ever had
before.  In the semi-darkness I could still see her sweet slit, soft, pink,
perfectly shaped mound.  I lowered my face to it and inhaled her aroma. 
Little girl smells, sweat, piss, now my cum, and her sex - innocent,
willing sex.  I took her in my mouth.  All of her, from nonexistent clit to
the wonderful area between her slit and her anus.  I flattened my tongue
and licked her from bottom to top and back down again.  I pointed my tongue
and felt the wonders of her slit, finding the tiny hole that I would soon
fill with my raging cock.  What a great bit of fortune to have a smaller
size dick - able to fit into tiny holes.

   Black Cat began to moan.  She was in her own little heaven.  Naked in
the woods with a man paying attention to her, making her feel things she
had never experienced, things that made her feel good.  She began to buck
her little hips against the man's face, but then he stopped sucking her
sweet puss.  She looked up and saw he was sitting on his feet.  He spit
into his hand rubbed it over the head of his thingy.  Black Cat felt funny
as he took hold of her ankles and spread her wide open.  She felt exposed,
a little afraid, uncomfortable.  No one had ever seen her naked and open
like this before.  She suddenly felt scared.

   The pain was sharp and unexpected.  She tried to cry out but his hand
was over her mouth so no sound escaped.  She felt torn open, torn apart. 
Filled.  Filled too much.  It hurt!  She tried to scream but couldn't.  The
pain was excruciating but he kept pumping into her.

   I could not stop.  Lust for this little girl had taken control I lifted
her short legs and spread her wide, using spit to lubricate as much as I
could, I touched the tiny opening with my cock and pressed as gently as I
could.  The head barely entered.  She tried to scream in pain but I clamped
my hand over her mouth and nose to quiet her.  I had to have it.  I pushed,
I entered.  So tight, so very tight.  Another push, more of a thrust and I
was in.  My god what a feeling.  Tight, like a tight sheath surrounding my
dick, holding it, caressing it.  I pulled back, thinking I should stop, but
I couldn't.  I thrust again and buried myself in her.  In three strokes it
was over.  The climax damned nearly made me black out it was so forceful. I
have no idea how much cum I gave her but it must have been a lot.  It
seemed to go on forever.



   I left the girl laying there.  She was breathing hard and lightly
sobbing.  There was still a ballerina to find.