Alison's Adventures 3

by LittleAlison

Halloween was always fun when I was a young girl. First it was because of the frights and sights and candy. Then it was being naughty and having a different kind of fun.

I had been given a Raggedy Ann costume by my parents and was going to go to my friend Felicia's house, then trick or treat with her and her brothers. That was the plan. But what WE wanted to do was different. Felecia's older sister Melissa was having a party at the house she was sharing with friends on the other side of the freeway and we were going to go, in costume of course. There was no way her sister would want us there. . .we were not even in high school yet and this was a college party.

Felicia was quite tall, about 5'6", and would only have to worry about her thinness when it came to being at an 'adult' party. I, on the other hand, needed to borrow a pair of her mother's high heels (her mom had a few pretty slutty pairs of shoes!) so that I could stand around 5'2. It was still short, but if I walked slow in the heels, it looked as if I was confident and collected, instead of 11 and out of place.

After my mother dropped me at Felicia's, we began to transform ourselves from little girls trick or treating, into big girls looking for fun! Felicia had a nurse's uniform that went to her mid thigh, and white boots that came up to her knee. I had to admit that with her red hair, sleek glasses and fulsome breasts, she looked hot! I could have eaten her up right there!

I quickly ditched my Raggedy Ann costume and had decided on the

"slutty witch" motif. The skirt was so short I kept wondering if my panties were showing, and kinda hoped they were. I wanted something more so we raided her mom's wardrobe again and found fishnet stockings. Perfect! They were far too long for me, but I pulled them on, tucked them into my panties to keep them taut, and strapped on the high heels. My legs looked great.

I wore a simple thin black silk button up top. I had a little black mask that just covered my nose and around my eyes. On top of all this was a beaten up old witches hat that probably had real spider webs mixed in with the fake ones. To top it all off, Felicia applied a generous helping of the reddest, sluttiest lipstick I'd ever seen. Looking in the mirror, my lips, never too full, seemed to pop out. If I wanted attention, this would get it.

"Ali," Felicia said, standing back, looking at me, "you look like you're ready for a good fuck!"

"I am!" I laughed. We both laughed. We bundled into two coats and walked to two blocks to the party.

We stopped at the door. The music was loud, the lights subdued and people were walking around outside, drinking and talking and generally it seemed relaxed. We wouldn't have to explain ourselves, or our ages, at all.

Both Felicia and I were met with approving stares from many guys as soon as we entered. She was eating up the attention, blushing tremendously, which really set her eyes alight, and I tried to ignore it. I didn't want some skeezy guy, no matter if he was a college guy or not.

"I'm gonna get us a drink, ok?" Felicia almost had to yell, the music being so loud. She took our coats and I saw her disappear into the direction, I assumed, of the kitchen. I began to wander, a beer being given to me seemingly out of nowhere, and found myself in the living room, where all the furniture had been moved and the space had transformed into a big dance floor.

I sipped on the nasty tasting beer and fended off clumsy attempts by guys to talk to me. I didn't want them. I wasn't sure what I really wanted until a few songs later when I saw "her" on the dance floor.

"Her" was a long legged girl, with long black hair, pulled tight behind her head, dressed as a cat, complete with tail. She also had two little cat ears on the top of her head. I watched her intently as she danced with no one in particular. She was much taller than me, perhaps 5'10. Her legs seemed to be too long, but it looked that way because they were so exposed. Her costume was almost like a one piece bathing suit, but in all black. She wore elbow length black gloves and her slim figure was offset by breasts that are usually only dreamt about. She wore a pair of horned rimmed glasses and her lips were a frosted pink.

At least, that's what it looked like. The lighting was a combination of red, blue, black and strobe. None of it very bright. Which is why I stared so long. After a while I could see her looking at me. I shifted a little nervously, wondering if I was in trouble. What for, I didn't know.

After a few songs, and one full beer later this cat girl crossed over to me in the near darkness, ran her cat costume nails over my hand, and through the blaring music and loud conversations spoke to me.

"Would you care to dance?"

I nodded, took her hand and followed her out into the darkness with all the other dancers. She wasted no time getting close, pulling me to her and rubbing against me. I couldn't help by let my hands slide to her hips, feeling her move to the beat. She stared into my eyes as her cat nails slid along my cheek, neck and my chest.

"I'm Ali" I had to almost yell to her.

"Melissa" she returned.

I was warm and woozy and my heart was beating fast as I let my hands run up to her chest. She smiled a wide smile as my fingertips found a hand nipple beneath her costume. The closer I was to her, the more mesmerized I was by her figure. Full breasts, her waist was picture perfect and my hands caressed every inch, down to her hips and rubbed her firm thighs.

"You want to go someplace?" she whispered into my ear, sealing the question with a small sensual kiss. I nodded and followed her down a long hallway, up the stairs and down another hallway, where the light was brighter and the music was not as loud.

Stopping at a door, she turned to me, "This is my room. Better than staying in the dorms. You know. . .privacy." She smiled a wicked smile, her lips shining in the hallway light.

Her room was fairly average and was lit by a single blue light. She closed the door and locked it behind me. Turning to me she leaned in, her hands holding my arms to my side gently, she pressed her lips to mine. I could feel her soft lips, her warm breath and her breasts pressing against me. I searched to her with my tongue and found her sucking it, which made me weak in my legs and want her even more. Breaking the kiss slowly, she whispered, "Your lips are heavenly." I tried to smile a sexy smile and moved a finger to her ample cleavage.

"I think these are a little bit of heaven too." I thought she might laugh, but she stood close, my finger sliding over her breasts, and reached behind her. I could hear her slowly unzipping her costume and watched eagerly as the costume fell to the ground.

"They're yours," she said as she offered her perfect breasts to me. She had large brown areolas and her nipples were as hard as mine felt. I moved my fingertips lightly over her skin, lightly moist from dancing perspiration. I trapped a hard nipple between my fingers and pulled gently. She let out a little moan as her eyes closed lazily.

As if drawn by gravity I leaned forward, my tongue sliding around her nipple, flicking it, teasing it and rubbing my deep red lips against it. I could taste her skin and the slight salty taste. I looked up into her lusty eyes as my lips wrapped around one of her nipples and sucked.

"Oh yes Ali, that's just what I need." She reached behind my head, removed my witch hat, and ran her fingers through my hair, almost cradling me as I sucked greedily on her perfect nipple. I watched her face closely as I broke with sucking her nipple, a string of my saliva connecting me to her body.

"You're making this kitty purr" she cooed. I pulled her closer to me, despite my height disadvantage, and kissed her deeply again.

She became more eager and almost instantaneously had my top open and sliding down my back. I felt her hands slide over my warm shoulders, down my neck and caressing my chest. I didn't have much of a chest, but she knew just how to touch me and soon she was kneading my breasts and coaxing my nipples to their stiffest.

"I love your body Ali" Melissa said, her fingers fondling me. I stood in a lustful haze, enjoying her attention and how the tingling of my body was threatening to take over.

"I want you to have it all Melissa."

She smiled. "I want every bit of you. . ." she looked to her bed, "lay down for me."

I was still wearing my skirt, panties, half mask, and my high heels. I lay on my back and she crouched at my feet, coiling her body before slowly moving her fingers, inch by wonderful inch, up my legs. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter and worried that my excited shaking would toss me off the bed. She reached my skirt, lifted it, "Ohhh, such nice little panties. ."

I felt her tongue press against me though the fabric. My head fell back and I let out an appreciative moan. Her hands moved up, again caressing my chest as her tongue pressed again and again on my panty clad pussy. I felt the familiar energy bursts that were firing from my pussy.

"I think we can get rid of these," she said as she pulled my panties down my legs. For an instant I worried about the absence of pubic hair. Maybe she wouldn't notice. She kissed my thighs as I opened my legs wide for this beauty.

"I see you shave," she smiled at me, mistaking my lack of hair as a sexy treat. "I like a girl who knows how to look sexy. And you have a lovely puffy pussy. . .for me." Her tongue plunged forward, sliding through my very wet lips and pressing deep into me. Her tongue felt so long and perfect that I almost jumped.

"Oh god yes. . .so good" was all I could say as her tongue worked magic. She licked around my outer lips, sliding the tip of her tongue over my hard clit and teasing it. Over my heaving chest I stared at her smiling eyes as her lips surrounded my clit and began to suck.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I yelled as I came on her mouth, her face pressing harder to me as I bucked and my hips moved up and down, rubbing on her mouth and my stomach muscles tightening and twitching. And yet she wouldn't stop.

She pressed a finger into me, pumping my pussy fast as I struggled to control my orgasm wracked body. She knew just what to do and no matter how my body flailed on her bed, she kept me on the edge of orgasm over and over again, finally exploding in an avalanche of moaning and panting.

"Oh my god. . .that was. . ."

"There's more," she said as she removed her own panties. She had only a small strip of hair on her mound and a small heart shaped tattoo just below her waist. She could be a model. Or stripper. Or, as she was, a perfect pussy licker.

"You ever trib?" She asked as she crawled on the bed. I was a little confused. I had never heard it before. I shook my head.

"You'll like it. . .here. . ." she moved her and my legs so that her exposed pussy slid up my inner thigh, juices rubbing off on me. I was already beginning to tremble again. Moving further, her soft warm wet pussy pressed to mine. The feeling of our two wet pussies pressing together was a sensation I was unprepared for. She pulled me closer and our skin was touching in so many places. She pressed a little harder to me, her lips rubbing mine and our juices combining. I was breathing quicker.

"Mmmm, that's nice Ali," she said as her hips began to move rhythmically. With each movement, she brought me more and more pleasure and I began to move in time with her. Slowly at first we moved together, coating each other with our juices. I reached out and fondled her breasts, wanting to touch her all over, to be IN her if I could.

She picked up the pace and so did I. Our hips moved faster and I could feel my body starting to lose control. I watched her and she was leaning her head back as she moaned more and more, getting louder as our grinding gained momentum.

"Oh fuck!" She blurted out as her body went stuff, he eyes slammed shut and her hands tightly gripped me. Her orgasm shook her to her core and the sight of this sent me over the edge and I came hard into her, enjoying the slippery wetness between us.

When she recovered from her stunned orgasm, she pulled me close, kissing me with a ferocity that I enjoyed with abandon. We kissed, sweat drenching our bodies, the heat of our panting breath becoming part of us.

"Ali, that was fantastic." She smiled, still breathing heavily. "And don't worry, I know you're not in college. . ."

I felt a small wave of panic, "what?"

"What are you? Still a junior in high school?"

I exhaled with a smile, "um, yeah. Still just 17." Well, 17 in 6 years really. But she didn't need to know.

She laughed a little and got up. "I thought so. You're a sexy little thing, but I thought I could tell."

I smiled to myself. She didn't know how young I was.

We dressed slowly, caressing and kissing lightly as we did so. She smiled wide as we looked at each other.

"That was wonderful Ali. You have a ride home?"

"Oh yeah," I lied, "My friend Felicia drove here tonight." With a little laugh she said, "Huh, I have a little sister named Felicia. Small world."

And with that we went downstairs. Her to the party and me home with Felicia and to many masturbation orgasms with Melissa in my mind.