Trick or treating with Alice

(c) 2019, by P.D. Vile
This is my third story that is inspired by Alice, a young girl who used to post pictures of herself and of her life adventures to lolicit.org. She recently started posting her pictures on the ATF Forum, and as far as I know, she also has a presence on Pixiv, and runs her own Discord.

I wrote this story after Alice sent me a few pictures of her in various costumes, and asked me if I could write a story based on one of them. When this story was originally posted at lolicit.org, I attached the picture that I chose as the basis for this story. Unfortunately, I no longer have this picture.

If you like this story, then I suggest you visit Alice’s thread, admire her pictures, and thank her for being my inspiration for this story, and for allowing me to use her this way.

Trick or treating with Alice (Mg, cons, bd, denial, Alice)

I looked at myself in the mirror. Not perfect. Far from perfect. But it'll do.

I know how good Alice is with costumes. There's no way I'll ever be at her level, so I didn't even try. I just went for “acceptable”.
What I saw in the mirror was an acceptable Batman. Gray shirt, tight enough to expose how overweight I am, with a six-pack print. Gray tights, with black briefs worn over them. An old belt I painted yellow because I couldn't find good gold paint. And a black cape. I had been working on a mask but it had been a total failure, and I ran out of time. Halloween is today. I'll have to run with what I have.
It was acceptable.

I heard footsteps on the porch, a key in the lock. Alice is the only one with a spare key, so it had to be her. I left my bedroom to meet her.
In the hallway, I saw a stunningly accurate copy of Harley Quinn. It was … just her. Completely. Except that this version was a few inches shorter, and had Alice's smiling face. As she saw me, she pointed a gun at me, and then her smile disappeared and was replaced by a menacing look. Gone was my cute little neighbor girl, replaced by a very threatening and dangerous young woman.
If Alice decides to be an actress later, she'll be simply amazing.

She lowered her gun and her smile reappeared.
“You did it! You did make the Batman costume I asked. Thanks, Mr. PD!”
She then once more looked me up and down, critical look on her face.
“Oh, and it's really good, Mr. PD. You did this all yourself?”
“I got the T-shirt by mail order,” I admitted, “but the rest is all improvised from stuff I had or bought in an outlet store.”

I had told her that I had never made my own costume, but she had insisted that I should try. “Way more fun,” she had said. And when I warned that it would look terrible, she just waved it away. “Then I will look good enough for the two of us.”

I felt how my tights itched my legs.
“I already hate these tights,” I complained to Alice, “if I ever meet the man or woman that gave humankind the idea to use this as clothing, I'll introduce them to my fist.”
She smiled. “Stunning looks come at a price!”

“Speaking of which, Alice. Are you not sweating like crazy in that latex outfit of yours?”
“Latex? Now what gives you that idea?”
And then she took my hand and guided it towards her breast. I felt soft, warm skin. The skin of her breast that I had become so familiar with over the weeks since I first visited her house.
“What?” I was stunned. “You're wearing body paint only?”
I looked at the small chains hanging from her nipples. Took one, lifted it to see her small breast bud be pulled up.
“So these are attached ...” I didn't finish my sentence.
She kissed my lips. “Would be a shame to have nipple piercings and not use them!”
I couldn't resist. I moved my other hand to her crotch, felt between her legs. There was the smooth skin of her mound, feeling a bit rubbery from the body paint but definitely bare. And there were her labia, parting as I pushed in my finger.

Alice decidedly pushed my hand away.
“Later, Mr. PD. The paint is guaranteed waterproof but I am not sure whether it is tested with that fluid. And you know how wet I get when you do that.”

“But are you sure you want to go trick or treating like that?” I asked.
“Oh yes. It's really fun that way. Look, even here in the light you thought it was latex. Out there in the twilight, nobody will know for sure. Some of them might think I'm naked, but they can't be sure, only you and me know it. And that makes it really naughty.”
I shrugged. I've never been able to say no to this girl. And I'm pretty sure that with me around, nobody would try to do any funny stuff to her.
Or else.

We had fun. Loads of fun.
I loved seeing the bulging eyes when a man opened the door. I'm sure that most of them gave Alice way more candy than any of the other kids got.
I chuckled when some women literally yanked their husbands away from the door.
A few people shut the door on us immediately after opening them. Whenever that happened, Alice would just chuckle and say “prude!”

One door was opened by a woman in her early thirties. She actually had the gall to ask Alice if she saw right that Alice was wearing body paint only. To my surprise, Alice did the same as she had done before for me: she just took one of the woman's hands and pressed it against her breast.
I watched in awe as Alice allowed the young woman to fondle her for a minute or so, then pushed away her hand, thanked the woman, and turned back to me.
“Do you know her?” I asked.
“No. Never seen her before. But she seemed nice.”
I kissed her on her lips. “I love you, Alice. I love every part of you. But I also know that I will never understand every part of you. This part of you … I love it but I don't understand it a single bit.”
She kissed me back. “Let's go home, Mr. PD. I've got enough candy by now.”

We entered my house and Alice put the bags with candy aside.
I smiled. “You know, Alice? There's one thing you seem to have forgotten when you picked our costumes.”
“What?”
“Harley Quinn may be a bad-ass strong woman … but in the end, Batman always catches her!”
And with that I leaped forward, grabbed her by her sides, lifted her small frame, and threw her unceremoniously over my shoulder.
“See? Got you!”
She laughed as I held her. Laughed a bit more as I playfully slapped her ass a few times. Hard enough to be felt, soft enough to not hurt.

“Okay, you can put me down now, Mr. PD.”
I changed my voice, made it sound a bit lower and more dramatic. I hoped it would pass as a Batman imitation.
“Miss Quinn, who is this 'mister peedee' you are talking of? And I am not going to set you free. I've caught you to make Gotham City a safer place. I won't release you. I have other plans.”
Alice went silent for a while, then quickly adapted and joined the game.
“Hah, Batman. You only think you have me now. But I'll escape, and then the Joker and I will destroy everything you love!”
“Better make sure you won't escape, then!” I said.
And walked, with Alice still over my shoulder, to the bedroom.

I dropped Alice on the bed. I knew I had some rope lying around, and I quickly used that to tie her wrists and ankles to the bed posts, making sure to spread her legs as far as possible.
“Do you still think your little Joker friend will free you now?”
“Oh yes. He will never leave me.”
“Then I'd better make sure that I find him before he finds me.” I tried to sound as threatening as possible. “So you better speak, miss Quinn. Where is the Joker's secret hideout?”
“It wouldn't be a secret anymore if I told you. So I won't.”
I walked around the bed, slowly, threateningly. “I've got ways to make you talk, miss Quinn. I can torture you in ways beyond your imagination. It'll be easier for you to just talk right now.”
“Never!”

I sat myself down on her side. I grabbed the small chains hanging from her breasts, pulled them up, gently, until I felt resistance. I pulled a bit more. I knew Alice had to feel this.
I looked at her face. I saw surprise, not fear. She clearly had not expected this of me. But she has told me enough of her adventures that I knew that she can take this. I tucked a bit harder, still looking at Alice's face for signs of discomfort. I saw a mixture of pain and pleasure.
But Alice wanted to play along. “Do whatever you want, Batman. Hurt me if you want to. But I will never betray the Joker. His secret is safe, no matter how much pain you inflict!”
I let go of the chains, changed my face to the most menacing grimace I could.
“Pain, miss Quinn? Who here said anything about pain? I have … other ways to torture you. Better ways.”

I leaned in. My face close to Alice's face. I puckered my lips, breezed hers, then back.
I once more leaned in, stuck out my tongue. I traced the shape of her mouth. Upper lip, lower lip, back to the upper. Alice opened her mouth, eager for more, and I quickly moved back.
I moved in again. Traced her lips again. And again moved back when she opened her mouth, refusing her the kiss she wanted.
I did this a few more times. I knew how much Alice loves it when we kiss deeply. I kept playing the game of promise and no delivery.

Then I moved my attention to her breasts. Her nipples are already erect. I leaned in, put my mouth as close as possible without touching, and breathed. In, out. Every time Alice pushed her chest up, I quickly moved back. When she relaxed back on the bed, I moved back in. I never touched her, but she felt my every breath on her sensitive nipples, she saw my face so close to her breasts.
I heared Alice's breathing speed up. I heard her start to moan. “Please, Mr. PD?” she asked.
I abruptly stood up. “Who is this peedee, miss Quinn? And why do you keep bringing him up? You think he'll save you?”

I didn't wait for an answer. I repositioned myself at the foot end of the bed. Because I tied Alice with her legs spread wide, I saw how wet her cunny already was. Her outer lips were slightly spread, and I saw the moisture glistening on the inside.
I leaned in for a better look. I knew every fold by heart already, but I never get enough of this.
I leaned closer, so close that I knew she would feel my breathing. I puckered my lips, then blew some air directly on her vagina. She shuddered, moaned, and bucked her hips up, but I was prepared and moved back my head. We didn't touch.
I repeated it two more times. I heard Alice whimper.

Then, without advance warning, I touched her. I used one hand to spread her labia, and inserted the middle finger of my other deep in her vagina, while at the same time rubbing her clit with my thumb.
I felt her shiver, heard her moan, saw her hips buck.
I immediately withdrew my hands.
“Hmmm. So close, miss Quinn? This might be easier than I thought. How disappointing.”
Alice needed a few seconds to regain her breath, but then she retorted. “Never, Batman. I will never talk.”

“Good,” I said.
I then turned my back to her and started undressing. Slowly, methodically. I knew Alice was watching me, watching my every movement. Wondering what I'd do next.
Once fully undressed, I turned around to show Alice my throbbing cock. She gasped. I'm not sure if that's her role-playing Harley Quinn, or whether that's Alice herself. She's seen my cock before, but might not have expected me this hard.
But then she smiled. I saw mischief in her eyes. A mischief that was not Harley Quinn at all, but that was very, very much Alice.
“If you think that impresses me, Batman, think again. That won't make me talk!”
I chuckled. “Don't get your hopes up too high, miss Quinn. Perhaps I just wanted to get rid of the itchy tights?”

I sat down on my knees, next to Alice's head. And then I laid my dick on her mouth.
Alice obediently opened her mouth to start sucking, but I immediately lifted my dick.
“No, miss Quinn. Not yet.”
She closed her lips and I laid my dick on them again. She kept them closed as I gently rocked my hips, moving my dick across her lips.
“Better, miss Quinn,” I whispered. “Now see if you can still maintain control when I do this.”
I kept moving my hips, slowly, back and forth, as I moved a hand to her breasts. I gently traced her skin with my fingertips. I heard her moan. Then I felt how she opens her mouth, and I immediately removed my dick again, pinching her nipple hard at the same time.

Alice shivered. “Please, Mr. …,” she interrupted herself, “please, Batman?”
“Please? Well, okay then. One more try.”
She pressed her lips close. “Not like that, miss Quinn. Relax your mouth so it feels better for me.”
She complied. I once more laid my cock on her mouth, started rocking it back and forth along the length of her lips. Her smooth and slightly wet skin felt intoxicating.
I moved my hand, but further this time, past her breasts. I found her cunny, pushed my finger between her lips, brushed over her clit as I moved further down, and pushed up to the first knuckle in Alice's sopping wet vagina.
I was amazed at Alice's level of control as she this time managed to keep her lips shut as I continued to massage my dick along them, and simultaneously move my finger and in out of her tight vagina.
But I knew her. I felt her getting closer and closer to her peak. I knew that, just before, she'd open her mouth for a large intake of breath.

And at exactly that moment, I immediately moved back. I looked at her and saw that I should not have been a second later. She was close, incredibly close to her peak.
I watched, silently, how she bucked her hips, in search of the finger that was there just seconds ago. And how she struggled to free her hands, desperate to touch herself, to finish what I started, to get that orgasm.
After a few seconds she gave up. Her body relaxed a bit as the orgasm that was nearly there slowly retreated.

She looked at me. I saw the silent plea in her eyes.
“Well, miss Quinn. Are you ready to talk now?” I said, holding my dick just inches away from her mouth, my hand just millimeters from her cunny.
She shook her head. “Never, Batman. You can't break me!”
“Perhaps not,” I smiled, “but I'll have a lot of fun trying!”

I looked her up and down. Sweat was pearling all over her body.
“My, my, miss Quinn. You are sweating all over. Perhaps I should clean you up a bit?”
I picked up some tissues and started padding her all over. Soft touches, gentle strokes. She shivered and moaned whenever I dried her more sensitive places – her neck, her armpits, her nipples, the inside of her thighs.
“Just a single wet spot remaining,” I remarked. “But that doesn't appear to be sweat.”
I leaned in, head just above her cunny, then inhaled deeply. “Doesn't smell like sweat.”
And then I quickly extended my tongue, lapped it once across the length of Alice's vagina. I heard her moan, felt her body tremble, and I quickly stopped. Her response was faster than I expected, she was still close to the edge.
But, “No, doesn't taste like sweat either,” was the only thing I said.

I then laid my left hand on a breast, the other on her stomach. I let my left hand play with her nipple, toy with the chain attached to it, trace around her areola. My right hand made small circular movements, and every time one finger would barely brush the far end of her slit, just above her clit.
I didn't look at her directly, made sure that my hand movement appeared to be just absent-minded motions. But at the same time I was listening to her breath, feeling her movements, looking for the signs that would tell me she was about to orgasm.
When she was close, I stopped. Waited for about a minute. Then restarted, until she once more was almost there.

I brought her to the edge of orgasm for five more times. Then I stood up, looked at her. The look in her eyes was not just pleading anymore, it was pure despair in there, mixed with an almost animalistic lust. Her body was, again, sweaty all over.
I grinned. “Well, miss Quinn. How about it? Do you still think you can withstand my torture? Or will you finally talk?”
She grimaced. But then she actually spat in my direction. “Never!”
I mentally applauded Alice for how well she kept playing her part. But I didn't show it.
I just said, “Your choice, miss Quinn. Your choice.”

I walked around the bed. Alice's eyes followed my every movement.
I reached in the drawer where I keep a stack of large, high quality prints of all my favorite pictures. I rummaged until I found the ones I want. Alice orgasming on her toy horse. Alice orgasming as she stuffs her bear friend with a strap-on. Alice orgasming as Brutus shoots a load deep inside her.
I carefully hung them all on the wall, making sure that Alice could see them just as well as I did.
“I don't know about you, miss Quinn, but I can surely use some relief right now. I hope you don't mind?”

And then I sat down on the side out of the bed, just out of reach of Alice, and started stroking my dick.
I kept alternating looks between her, and the pictures I had stuck to the wall. Apparently there to help me get off faster, as if I needed any help. In reality there to remind Alice how good it feels to orgasm, to finally reach that climax.
I didn't touch her the whole time. I wanted to, Of course I did. She's sexy as hell. But I knew that if I touched her now, I'd be unable to stop myself, and then I'd give her the climax that she's been craving for all this time.
So I just looked at her, at her pictures. At her face, longingly looking at my dick as I pumped it faster and faster. At the pearls of sweat running across her delicious skin.

And then I came. I shot my load all over her stomach. She saw my sperm shoot out. She saw it land on her abs, in her navel. She must have felt it land, start to form puddles, drip down slowly.
I rubbed the last few drops out of my dick. Then, as it started to deflate, I wiped my dick across her tits, to wipe off the slippery mixture of precum and sperm that was left on my dickhead.
And then I turned my back to her and left the bedroom.

I left her there for about ten minutes. I knew my sperm would feel nice and warm at first, but as it cooled down and started to dry it would get uncomfortable and itchy. And ten minutes, when tied to a bed and all alone … that's long!
My mouth was dry so I drank a glass of water. I then returned to the bedroom with another glass.
I didn't even try to sound in character as I said: “I can imagine you'll need some water now. Here, let me help you drink.”
But as soon as I had set the empty glass aside, I was back to being Batman.
“Well, miss Quinn? Are you ready to talk now?”
“What are you going to do if I say no, Batman?” she challenged. “Jerk off again, like an immature schoolboy who doesn't know how to please a real woman?”
I smirked. “I guess that's a no, then?”

I grabbed a feather duster. “Good.”
And then the teasing started again. I used the feather duster on her face first. Then in her armpits, knowing how ticklish she was there. I tickled her real good, made her squeal with laughter, but then switched back to sensual. Her neck, Her chin. And then down to her breasts.
I stroked and tickled her breasts for several minutes. Her nipples stood straight up. Her breathing got faster and faster. I saw her love juices run down her buttocks, onto the bed.
And then I stopped.

I leaned my head in. I kissed her nose. Her chin. Her left cheek, then her right. She tried to turn her face towards mine, tried to meet my mouth with hers. One time I allowed her to brush my lips with her tongue before moving back.
“Do you like this, miss Quinn?” I asked, as I used the duster to trace her sides, her abdomen, her belly. I stroked her hips, left, right. Then moved down to her legs. I stimulated her upper legs, spent a lot of time on her inner thighs. I made sure that the feather duster came as close as possible to Alice's little pussy, without ever making actual contact.

I then moved down to her lower legs. I stroked every single toe with the duster, watched her squirm and giggle.
And then I moved it back up, slowly. On her calves, on her kneecaps. On her thighs. Again, I stroked her inner thighs, up and down, circles, every time barely touching her cunny. I saw juices gushing, I heard her panting. Drop of sweat formed on her forehead.
Every time the duster came close to her hairless mound, she bucked her hips, tried to reach it, tried to make that contact. I teased her more, moved circles around her sopping tightness. From her left thigh, to her stomach, to her right thigh. And then, briefly touching her labia, back to her left thigh.

She bucked and panted and moaned. She tried to get her wrists out of the ropes. But she can't.
I threw away the duster, which by now was almost as wet as her cunny. I leaned in, blew some air on it. She panted and sighed. “Please, Mr. … Batman? Pleeeaaasssseeee ….”

I smile. I look up.
“You were saying, miss Quinn?”
“Please, Batman. Please. Please, touch me, suck me, lick me, fuck me, anything. I want it. I need it!”
“Yes, miss Quinn. I am sure you do. But I want something too. I need something. And only you can give it to me. So, are you finally ready to rat on the Joker?” I spat out the last words, made it sound impatient and angry.
I grabbed my rock hard dick, made sure she saw it, and started stroking it again.
“Well?”

No answer.
I kept stroking my dick, slowly. With my other hand I went to her hot and wet pussy. I touched a finger on her mound and I heard a content sigh. I moved down, touched her clit, ever so briefly. Her hips shot up as if they were electricized. And then they fell back down as my finger retreated.

I kept rubbing my dick, then once more moved my finger down. This time I just dipped it briefly in between her labia, then pulled out and used her juice to lubricate my dick.
“Hmmm. Handy.” I just said.
I repeated the motion a few more times, smearing my dickhead with her juices, mixed with my own precum.
“You provide excellent lubrication, miss Quinn. I might soon come again.”
I kept collecting more of her juices, long after I needed them. Every time I dipped my finger between her labia, Alice bucked her hips, tried to move her cunny closer to my finger, to maintain the contact when I removed my finger.

She was on the verge of orgasm, and I carefully kept her there. I made sure to stimulate her just enough to not wind down, but not enough to make her come.
She was sweating like crazy. Her breathing was fast, desperate. Time and time again she struggled to get her hands free, to get her feet free, just so she could find a way to touch herself, to bring herself off.
I was amazed, and proud, of how long she lasted. Longer, much longer than I would ever have expected. It was by now already hard for me to resist. I could not even imagine how hard it was for her.

And then, finally …
“Okay, Batman. Okay. I will tell you everything. Just … just make me cum, please?”

I said nothing. I just knelt at the foot end of the bed, in between Alice's obscenely spread legs. I put a hand under her butt, lifted her pelvis to get perfect access. With my other hand I positioned my dick in front of her tight, wet entrance, and then in one single motion I thrust my hips forward, ramming my hard dick all the way in her tight opening.
She started orgasming immediately. I noticed the first shivers before I even had entered her fully. Her mouth started to open when my balls hit her butt. The screaming started when I was already back out, and it only intensified as I reentered, and then continued to ram my cock in and out of her underage cunny.

The tightness of her canal, the intensity of her orgasm, the ecstatic look on her face, the way her vaginal muscles were spasming and clamping my dick, my own fast movements – all that worked to push me close to orgasm as well, even after masturbating before. But I fought to hold back. She had been such a trooper, she had withstood so much torture, she deserved a reward.
So I slowed down a bit, until her orgasm subdued. But before it was fully over, I picked up the pace again, ramming in my dick as hard and as deep as I could with each quick thrust. And I saw how Alice's second orgasm hit her before the first one was really totally over.

I continued to pump my hard member in and out of her inviting cunny. Not as fast and rough any more, but long, deep strokes. And while maintaining rhythm, I placed a hand on her mound, extended my thumb and rubbed her little clit. My other hand found her breasts, and I massaged her there, fondled her nipples, interrupted by the odd playful pinch.
And she came again. And again.
And then, on her next orgasm, I was no longer able to hold back. As her inner muscles once more started to cramp, started to massage every inch of my cock, I thrust in all the way, met by Alice's upward motion, and held still as I ejaculated rope after rope of my sperm deep inside Alice's welcoming womb.

I collapsed next to Alice on the bed. I stroked her hair with one hand, caressed her stomach with the other. And then I brought my face close to her, and we kissed an endless kiss of passionate love.
Finally, she broke the kiss. We just lay there side by side. I looked into her face. Happy, smiling, content.

Finally she spoke. “Wow. That was nice. I needed that, Mr. PD.”
I just smiled, and continued to stroke her hair.
“But before … that was really mean what you did!”
“I know. But … you know that you could have given in sooner, right?”
“Of course. But … I think part of me wanted to be tough, as Harley Quinn would have been. And part of me was … curious, I guess, to see what you were going to do … but also excited?”
“My sweet little child, you are so much tougher than Harley Quinn will ever be! I was really amazed at how long you held out. Have I given you enough pleasure to make up for it?”
She smiled, then playfully pouted. “No, Mr. PD. I need more. More. Moooaaarrr!”
I chuckled.
“Smart answer, my sweet little lover. I'm afraid my penis is out of commission for the next few hours, but let me untie you and then we'll shower. I'm sure I can make something happen when I wash your gorgeous body clean of all the sweat and sperm.”