It was my favorite night of the year, Halloween. Ever since I was a little kid, my parents and I went all out for the night of the witches. I was even named after a TV witch, Tabatha. So when I was asked to participate in the first ever super colossal Night of Fright Festival, I knew I was going to go nuts having a ball. I just didn’t know the extent of the fright.

The best part was that it took place after dark. For many years I had to go trick or treating before sunset and it took all the fright out of the spookiest night of the year. Plus, between 8:48 and midnight, everyone kicked up their spooking a notch because only adults and teens over thirteen were allowed. Being six years since that first Halloween when Sam and I met for real, I felt like one of the adults anyways.

I wanted to go all out on scaring people, so I got the gang to agree to go in together as our own group. That meant it would be me and Sam (a girl) and our male hangouts, Jesse, Brian, and Kyle. We felt that as a team, we could easily outdo anyone else. The organizers knew my parents and that we had several of our own haunted houses in the past, so they gave us one of the rooms in the factory that was enclosed. That meant we had our own entrance to our scare area right off the main lobby.

The room was already dingy and dank, so we had that on our side right from the start. When we checked out the room for the first time we were amazed to find that it already had three much smaller rooms attached that had been some sort of a spray painting area. The walls were spattered with all colors of paint and had so much to work with that ideas just came rapidly. Sam and I told the boys to think up some ideas and we would come up with some, and then we’d blend them all together.

When Sam and I were looking into one of the smaller rooms off to the left, the first words out of her mouth was, “Wow, what a fabulous make out spot. I claim it.”

Sam wasn’t exactly what you would call loose, but she was pretty wild. She loved letting boys grope on her and had a huge fascination with pricks. I was a lot like her, but the only cocks I’d ever seen was years ago when I went through a spat of molestations. I guess when my boobs started growing that I drove all the perverts in the area nuts. She knew all about it and it seemed that she had gone through the same thing herself when she started getting boobs. We understood that old men, and even some women, that weren’t getting any saw us as the Grade A meat of the day.

Unlike most girls that would go “Ewwwe” at the mere suggestion of old letches copping a feel of a new chest, Sam and I admitted, at least to each other, that being the ‘victims’ of a good molesting was hot and wild. It wasn’t like they wanted to rape us. They would just cop a feel here and there, and maybe take out theirs cocks to play with themselves or get us to taste them a little. Both Sam and I seemed to have attracted ourselves two different police officers among our molesters and had always looked at cops a little differently than most girls. But then, we also often wondered how many other girls went through that stage of attracting men as they got their boobs.

Those of us working inside the factory instead of outside, got to prepare our spook haunts for two weeks longer than the others. So we went there to hangout and work after school every day. Thursday, Sam and I were running around spying on the other haunts when we ran into Mr. Perry. We were both quite familiar with him because he had taken a turn or two with each of us when we were around eleven. We turned into giggling school girls when he mentioned how we had grown up and “blossomed”. Sam told him how much she liked the way he had cordoned off his area into hallways. It left his area naturally darkened and spooky. We could tell by his response that he took her compliment the wrong way. She surprised me though when she came back and flirted with him by asking him if he wanted to give us a private showing. Her voice could have made a priest dump his vows.

Mr. Perry said he could arrange that, but questioned if we wanted to go together or alone. Sam and I looked at each other and I could tell she was a vixen in heat. She wanted to have the old guy hit on her again like when she was little. I wasn’t so sure that I wanted him grabbing at me again. But then, he had talked me into sucking on him for several minutes and never did that to Sam. I wondered if since she had become fond of blowing boys if she wanted to catch up to me when it came to him.

Sam was very adventurous and at first said she wanted to all go together, but when Mr. Perry looked dismayed, she said it’d be more scary one at a time. That picked the old man’s spirits right up. It was very clear to us that he wanted to play touchy feely again, so we said we’d come back before they kicked us out for the night. As soon as we got back into our room, all the boys were gone and we talked about whether we should go back or not. We compared our stories once again while pondering what to do, and Sam was getting really hot. She decided she was going to go and I made her promise me as soon as she got back that she had to tell me all about what went on.

She decided to wait a half hour until it got dark outside. That was one thing we decided linked all those times men would molest us; they all seemed to like doing it in the dark. Just before she was ready to go, she got very nasty and decided to lose her bra. She really didn’t need one anymore than I did and said she was ready for a good groping. And off she went.

It was about a half hour before she came back, and she was hopping and all smiles. I asked her if he had hit on her and she went right into all the details. They weren’t even in the maze before he began eluding to the past when he had felt her up in the shed behind his house; a shed I knew very well myself. And just a few feet into the maze he found an excuse to put his arm around her. When they got somewhere near the center, he stopped her and asked Sam if she missed their special get-togethers. She said all she had to do was shrug her shoulders and he started rubbing her belly just below her top. She told me that she flashed him a quick smile and just held still like when she was eleven again.

Mr. Perry slid his hand right under her top and went nuts when he felt her tiny tits. He exclaimed how she was growing into a fine woman and how he loved the warmth of them. It didn’t take him long to pull out his cock and had Sam rub it for him. She pretended not to know what to do with it and he coached her all the way. Her story ended quickly by telling me that she had sucked on him for only a few seconds before a noise scared him and they ended it. When she asked if she should send me by, he said it had to be quick because he had to leave. Unlike Sam, I left my bra on because I sort of like the clumsiness of a guy trying to get around it.

I was on pins and needles as I left Sam behind and headed for Mr. Perry’s haunt. He was waiting for me with a really big smile and couldn’t wait to get me into the dark aisles of his maze. I was shaking in anticipation by the time he put his arm around me and began talking about how we use to have fun. He wanted to know if I missed our times together and I hunched my shoulders. When he started rubbing my tits on the outside of my shirt, I felt my chest push out all on its own. He gave me the same spiel as he had Sam and added that he knew that we knew about each other just by the way we had acted earlier. He told me that it was obvious that we wanted to get felt up and he was just the man to do it. Then he wanted to know what part I had liked best when I was younger.

It took some probing, but I finally admitted that though I really liked getting felt up, I had really liked it best when he had talked me into sucking on his prick. His eyes grew wide and started for his zipper right off. I remembered that his cock had seemed huge when I was little, but now the thing that stood out was how hard it was for me. When he pointed out that I was the reason he was so hard, I felt pretty neat at being able to drive him that wild. Unlike when I was younger though, he didn’t need to coax me to my knees. I knew I only had a few minutes to get as much as I could, so I bent him towards my mouth and went right to work on sucking on him. It felt so wild and exciting.

Mr. Perry grabbed the sides of my head and worked himself into my mouth real slow and purposefully. Before I had just sort of sucked on him and licked it a little, but this time he was teaching me to give a real blowjob. I’d played with myself for years wondering just what it took to make a guy get off, ever since I learned about guys cumming on the playground. I had heard that guys loved to gag a girl, but he was going real easy and kept asking me if I was okay. We heard a loud bang somewhere in the building which put an air of urgency into both of us.

Mr. Perry started working his cock into my mouth with a little more dedication and I sucked on his shaft a little harder. I was trying to lick the part that was in my mouth as he had told me to do, but the faster he went, the harder it was to do that. He told me he was getting ready to cum which didn’t really mean much to me besides the fact that I was about to succeed at my first blowjob; and it was with a man instead of a boy. I didn’t really know what to do at this point, so I waited for him to tell me. It never dawned on me, despite hearing differently, but he was about to cum in my mouth.

He told me that I couldn’t make a mess in the hallway so I would have to catch his stuff in my mouth and I could spit it out afterwards. He told me that was the way it was normally done. I was a little disgusted, but not so much that I wasn’t going to do it for him. Mr. Perry pushed the palm of one hand against my forehead until my head was tipped back a little and my mouth opened. He pulled his cock out and told me to hold still. Then he started pulling on his cock right in front of my mouth.

“Is this your first real blowjob?”

I nodded quickly while making sure I kept my mouth open for him.

“You’re going to love this. Just catch it all in your mouth and I’ll tell you when to spit, okay?”

I nodded again.

The tip of his cock kept hitting my lips and I wondered just how much stuff he would be expecting to spray into my mouth. I had no idea how much sperm a guy created. Every few seconds he would have me suck the tip of his cock and then go back to jerking it back and forth right in front of my lips. Then he pinched my hair a little between his fingers and told me to get ready. I settled my knees some and waited intently for whatever was about to happen. I never saw the first of it, but I felt something shoot into my mouth which made Mr. Perry groan rather loud. It felt so neat making him so happy. I saw the next spurts shoot into my mouth and even opened wider to catch it. His pinching of my hair turned into a gentle rubbing and him calling me a very good girl.

When he told me he was done, I tried to ask him where I could spit it out without letting it leak from my mouth and he told me he had some napkins up front. I got off my knees and had to wait for him to close his pants, and then we had to walk through the rest of the maze to get to the front. He asked me how I liked the taste of his cum and I shrugged my shoulders. I had been trying to keep from tasting it, but now I swished his fluid around in my mouth trying to get a taste of it. I felt like such a grown woman holding a mans cum that I just got him to make for me in my mouth as we worked our way out of the maze.

When we finally got to the table in front of his maze, there was a man waiting to talk to him. He casually ripped off a couple of paper towels and handed them to me sort of behind his back. I turned around and spit it out into the towels, and wiped my lips and chin where some had missed its target. It seemed like Mr. Perry was going to be talking for a while, so I thanked him for his ‘ideas’ and told him I had to get back. He tried to hide his enthusiasm and asked me to come back again. I bet he wanted me to come back.

This time I hopped back into Sam’s presence and when she asked how it had been, I opened my mouth as it had been earlier and she freaked.

“You did it? No way, you didn’t… you know?”

I smiled big enough to let her know I had become a woman, but she called me out with a, “prove it”. I reached into my back pocket and pulled the paper towels out, and handed them to her. She opened them like they were going to blow up until a white cream came into view. She touched it as if to make sure it was real and went “ewwwe”.

“You really gave him a full blowjob?”

“Yep!”

“And you caught it in these?”

“Uhn, Uhn.” Then I pointed to my mouth and she went nuts.

“You let him cum in your mouth? You slut you. What was it like? Did you like it?”

“Yeah, I guess. It was pretty neat actually. I had to hold it all in my mouth until I got out front and some guy was waiting to talk to Mr. Perry, so I had to spit it out while I was standing right behind him.”

“Did he feel you up too?”

“Just a little. He grabbed my top a little, and then just whipped it out for me.”

“You bitch! I wanted to do that. Well, I get first crack at it tomorrow.”

We exchanged every little detail all the way home and made plans to all but attack him the next day. But when Sam and I got to my house and was waiting for her dad to pick her up, mom gave me a message that Mr. Hurley had called. It turned out he had the spot right next to Mr. Perry and asked if I could come over to help him a little on his haunt the next day.

We just about ran to my bedroom. Mr. Hurly was a cop when we first met him. I had babysat his son and then he ‘babysat’ me. He had a real fascination for my crotch. He even became the first of two men to want to run his tongue through what at the time was a very hairless pair of lips. I thought it was sad that I was still just as hairless down there. Sam met him once when I couldn’t baby sit for him and he got Sam to do it instead. I wanted to warn her, but we never talked about what the men were doing to us until after that first Halloween party we attended together six years ago. We wondered aloud just what he really wanted and came up with all kinds of twisted and perverted ideas. I told Sam all the things he did to me for the millionth time, and she would pepper my stories with what he had done to her. And like always, we came to a point where we would freak out and hold each other real tight just before crying out in unison, “Jinx!”.

The one time that really stood out in my mind about Mr. Hurly was the second night I babysat for him. My best guy friends had come over to use Mr. Hurly’s pool with me. It was a huge no-no that I swore I wouldn’t do. But just after I put Mr. Hurly’s son to bed, Jesse, Brian, and Kyle knocked at the back door overlooking the pool and wanted me to go swimming with them for just a little while. After several minutes of their begging, I agreed, but I didn’t have a bathing suit like they were already wearing. I was only eleven, so it was pretty easy for them to talk my into just wearing my underwear.

I felt so nasty as I peeled off my outer clothes in front of my friends, and they were shucking their top clothes beside me. After we got in the pool, I felt as good as nude because my cotton panties and training bra soaked up the water and did little to hide my creases and nipples. It wasn’t long before the boys wanted to see what little they couldn’t and Brian playfully lifted my bra high enough to expose my hardened nipples. I tugged it back down, but then the boys took turns lifting it until I finally just took it off for them. It was so nasty of a thing to do that I became really excited and wanted them to keep teasing me. After all, I was a budding girl that had the attention of three boys. That wasn’t an easy thing to do at my age.

It didn’t take long before Kyle snuck up behind me when I was standing in crotch high water, and yanked my panties down to my knees. I struggled to get them back up, but Brian and Jesse had a pretty good look before I did. I swatted at Kyle for doing that, and then when I was swatting at him, Brian came behind me and did it again. I’d never really been nude in front of boys before and it was the hottest thing I’d ever felt. Before long they had talked me out of my panties in exchange for them losing their suits as well. That’s when I became more curious than the boys. They wanted to get closer to see me, which was pretty hard in the very dim light, but it gave me a pretty good view of what boys looked like when aroused. I’m not sure what it was about those hard little pricks that had set me on fire, but I wanted to inspect them very close up. By this time in my life, I’d been molested by three men and had seen two of their cocks which towered over the boys.

Eventually, we agreed that they got to feel my parts while I got to fondle theirs. I was still in the crotch deep water trying to hide myself a little, but their pricks were all just over the water line. I was amazed how different they all were from each other and they all were very interested in bending over to see me close up. After getting acquainted like that, Brian talked me into lying on the edge of the pool with my legs hanging in the water. He was coaxing me to hold still for them while they took turns sticking themselves into my pussy for a few seconds each. They also took turns working to keep me prone for them to sample what fucking a girl felt like. I felt like a sex ed teacher.

Brian was doing it to me for his second time when we saw a light come on in the house. We all freaked and the boys grabbed their trunks and ran off. My underclothes were soaking wet, so I slipped on my shorts and shirt and headed inside. Mr. Hurly was waiting for me and I knew he had seen a lot when he revealed that he had seen me swimming in my underwear. That meant he had seen everything after that point as well. I begged him not to tell my mom, but he was a cop and said it was his duty. Unless… that is.

I told him that magic line that made all males think dirty thoughts. “Please, if you promise not to tell my mom, I’ll do anything you say.”

The next thing I knew I was on the couch sitting between his legs and he was feeling me up under my shorts and shirt. I think one of the biggest thrills of getting molested for me was that I always felt so tiny next to the men that wanted to have at me. They found it so easy to manipulate my body as they needed. Plus it was a very close second to know that anyone would be willing to break major laws just to touch your body and that I was cute enough to attract those people. Sitting between Mr. Hurly’s legs was a perfect example. It started out that he seemed to like having to force his fingers between my legs to get to my pussy, but when he decided he wanted me fully open to him, he lifted me onto his legs and just pulled them apart.

It wasn’t long before he had my clothes off me again and laid me back on the couch. Then he showed me that it wasn’t just girls that liked to put their faces in the opposite sex’s crotch. His tongue felt so magnificent sliding between the folds of my young pussy. He spent a lot of time nibbling on the chubby little lips that I considered looked more like cheeks when I looked down on them. He also taught me what that little bump on the top of my pussy was for. When he bit it between his lips real hard it felt like an electric charge went through my whole body.

I kept telling him that what we were doing was nasty and wrong, and that was when I learned that only served to make a man’s cock even harder for me. After a while he took his pants and underwear off and laid on top of me. He pried my legs out from under him and had his cock right up against me, with his weight holding me in place. He taught me something new about guys that night called dry humping. And after he did it to me for several minutes, he pushed himself up high enough so we could both see as he sprayed his sperm all over my belly and pussy.

And boy, did he get scared after he did that. It was like he just woke up and realized how much trouble he could be in and pulled his pants back up. He spent several minutes making me swear I would never tell a soul about what he had done with me. At that age I thought I would be in more trouble than he would, so of course I was going to keep quiet about it. It wasn’t until that first Halloween night that I ever told a soul, and that was to Sam because the more we told each other, the more we discovered we had sort of become sisters in a very special fraternity.

It wasn’t long after that that I learned men were far from the only perverts. I started doing a lot of baby sitting and I could tell that the moms’ I worked for all seemed to have a twisted side to them.

One of them, Betty as she told me to call her, had a baby boy and insisted on showing me her style of changing him. That involved washing between his legs really well, drying him off, and then learning how to clean a little boys penis when they aren’t circumcised. When she found out it was the first boy his age that I ever sat for, and the first uncircumcised one as well, she showed me all about pulling his foreskin back to wash under it. The boy had a very embarrassing reaction to her spending too much time showing me what to do and got an involuntary hardon. I tried to keep from looking at it, but Betty insisted it was all natural and I should learn how to deal with it.

She insisted that I feel it between my fingers and it felt like it had tiny little bones holding it up. Then she wanted to know if I’d tasted one yet. I lied very quickly and said no, and then she shocked me when she leaned over him and sucked it into her mouth. She took a few sucks at his tiny little prick and stood back up.

“You see, that’s all there is to it. Just make sure no one’s around to catch you and you can experiment all you want. You know, this is the way most girls learn all about boys. It’s certainly the way I learned and I learned well. Go ahead and give it a try.”

I felt like I had no choice but to do it, so I tasted his thing for a moment in front of her. She told me the how’s of what to do as far as bobbing my head and that bigger boys and men would spray cum into my mouth. Before she left, she told me again to ‘practice’ some and that I should experiment a little, carefully. I felt ashamed of myself, but I did experiment with his penis quite a bit that night and learned a lot. And it seems that after I met Sam that Betty had been right because she had also learned from baby sitting young boys.

Another female perv that we both babysat for several times was Mrs. Foreman. She had two boys, five and seven. It was at her insistence that they got a bath every time we babysat for her. Once again I was taught how to bath boys and that included washing their pricks and balls. When I asked her why I couldn’t just let the boys do that themselves, she told me they simply wouldn’t do a good enough job and plus that as Betty had told me, this was how girls learned all about boys and their ‘thingies’. I soon learned that Mrs. Foreman didn’t discriminate between the sex’s when it came to molestation.

The first night she came home she got me to admit that I had gotten her older boy aroused when I bathed them. I had gotten pretty aroused myself because she insisted that I not leave them alone while they were in the tub. And little nude boys spend a lot of time playing with themselves. I expected her to have me call my mom because it was too far to walk home, but she held off until she had her first chance at feeling me up. She had some clothes my size that she wanted to give me, but insisted I try them on in front of her. Two of the items were bikinis which was very strange because she didn’t have any daughters.

When I caught on to what she really wanted, a peek at my body, I sort of acted the same way I would with a male perv. I made it no problem for her to get me fully nude and pretended to be looking away all the time. The comments started right off about having a womanly little body that was so perfect that she could just eat me up. I’m sure she would love that. Obviously my top and bottoms needed a lot of fixing and straightening. She brushed my nipples by ‘accident’ so many times that my nipples finally got hard and that was her entrance to feel me up. She went into that same dreamy look men would get and found it no problem to feel me all over.

The second time I babysat for her, she introduced me to feminine oral sex and lapped at my pussy like a dog after peanut butter. She definitely proved that a woman knew more about what to do down there than men did. She sort of turned me into a best friend of hers for several months until she met Sam. I only knew her at the time as another girl in the neighborhood, but I really felt dumped when the calls for my services ended. It turned out that she put Sam through the same things that she had done to me. I found it somewhat comical that Sam confessed to me that she too had learned about little boys from moms and their boys as well. That made us wonder just who the most perverted sex was; moms that offered up their little boys to babysitters, or the men that developed a thing for baby sitters. And again, moms that loved baby sitters too much themselves.

Sam and I spent the next two weeks visiting Mr. Hurly and Mr. Perry quite a lot at the Festival. And it seemed that just about every man and woman that ever touched either of us was at our festival, and getting to take advantage of us all over again. We also came to the conclusion that we really had done nothing to help out the boys with our haunted house layout. For some reason we really didn’t even seem to know what was going on in our space.

It came right down to Halloween night when Sam and I knew that our chances to re-live all our memories with our past molesters would come to an end for another year. We made a conscious effort to give all of them a chance to enjoy our hot little bodies. After all, we would be growing up some day soon and our pussies would lose their smoothness to pubic hair, and hopefully we would both start growing real boobs. It'd been five years since that first Halloween that Sam and I met at and shared our stories behind a curtain in Mrs. Foreman’s area. It would have turned out so differently if we were never overheard by those two that finally hushed us and then made the mistake of walking into the wrong room once too many times.

Fright Night was upon us and Sam and I had spent the whole day it seems going from one person to the next getting our jollies. We watched the little kids going from one haunt to the next, laughing and shrieking in fear. Every time we saw a girl coming into her own chest, one of us would elbow the other to point her out. We even suggested which boys might be going through the same thing. Then we heard the Great Horn as it was called. It had a particular significance for Sam and me. It was 8:48 for the fifth time in our new lives that we heard it. Our time here was almost over. It would only be another three hours and twelve minutes before we would fade away until next year when we would hear the merriment start up again. Everyone in their little sectioned off spaces seemed so diligent in the duties to out do the year before for Sam and I.

As always, we went to our haunt where the boys were and both our parents. Our parents were all crying as usually at hearing the horn go off, and the boys were getting so big. They would be around seventeen now and it seemed like only yesterday when they had managed to sneak their way into Mr. Hurly’s pool to have at me. And it wasn’t long after that that we had assembled our first haunted house together. I loved them so much. Brian was even fighting back some tears himself.

We would always hear the section hosts talking about how they had done so much better than the year before at keeping everyone safe. The voices of our molesters always seemed to stand out above the others and Sam and I would look to each other and raise our eyebrows. Our parents would seem to go between tears and nervous laughter through the rest of the night as teenagers and the older folks would do their best to have fun. They all felt good about giving the kids a good safe time.

And as always, Sam and I would end our night by looking over our own haunt. That would bring us to the tiny three rooms in the back that had once been spray painting areas. Now the room off to the left, the make out room Sam had laid claim to six years earlier, was closed off to most people and it could only be viewed from the outside. The room seemed crammed full of flowers that we couldn’t smell. Sam and I would hold hands to keep from being scared to death, again, and remember how our bodies had been found in the rear corner at 8:48, huddled and the word “jinx” written on my back by the blade of a sharp knife.

Then again as it had for the last five years at this Night of Fright Festival, it would seem like we were being pulled backwards by a magical force. We would fly through the air, through the walls, and out of the building, all the while looking at what we were leaving behind. When we would end up just over the banner that welcomed all the visitors to the old warehouse that my family and I had thought was the absolute best time in the world, we would pause ever so briefly. We’d finally remember that fateful night that we followed that man and woman into the tiny room on the left, for what we thought would be a wonderful time of sharing our molesters together for a first time.

It would still feel electric as we were ordered out of our clothes and were each taken by one of the dozen or so that had enjoyed our bare bodies in the past. I got the old man and Sam got the woman. Before we knew it, our mouths were covered and we were struggling for some reason. I remember kicking back at my attacker really hard and then it always goes black.

Sam and I would take a last look at the banner and read, ‘In loving memory of two girls forever full of love and life, Tabatha and Sam we’ll always remember you.’

We’d turn in the cold, hug each other tight until we could feel each others’ warmth from our nude bodies and say a final word before disappearing till next year, “Jinx!"