Courtney Whitmore, better known as Stargirl to the public, was facing a crisis, namely she didn't have a Halloween costume.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it," The blonde swore as she paced back and forth in her bedroom. "And here I bragged about having the best costume for the party. Why did I have to wait last minute to get one and forget!"
Her father, Patrick Dugan aka S.T.R.I.P.E , leaned against her doorway. The man was dressed in a scarecrow costume and munching on some popcorn, watching his college age daughter have her freakout.
He swallowed some of his food and said, "To be fair, you were busy with Justice League stuff. If it wasn't that, it was college or your babysitting job."
"Well I can't tell everyone that I don't have a costume because 'Oh I was stuck fighting some Kajiu in Japan' or 'I had to escort an actual alien off planet!' and don't even get me started on my job! So what I was bouncing on Timmy's dick for the week! That bi-"
"Language."
"Stuck up rich girl, Heather has a little brother and she managed to get a Supergirl costume!" Courtney picked up her phone and shoved the screen in her stepfather's face. A dark skinned brunette's social media showed her in a very accurate Supergirl costume. From the red boots to mini skirt to the shirt that showed off her midriff and finally the cape. This Heather wore the costume well, with her well toned body filling it out perfectly. She even went the extra mile to have blue panties with the S symbol on it.
Pat knew that because she was standing next to a young boy dressed as Superman, lifting her skirt and fondling her pussy. The captions underneath said, 'Supergirl is about to be Superman's Super Sleeve!'
"You know how hard it is to get one of those! Everyone snatches them up because boys love screwing a hot gal in her costume!" Courtney whined and fell back onto her bed.
"I mean, can't you go with something more normal, like a witch or a nurse or something?" Pat asked.
Courtney shook her head. "Absolutely not. Everyone knows that if a girl my age wears that, it means that they couldn't get anything better. Everyone will know I messed up on getting a costume and will hold it over me for the rest of the year!"
Pat nodded. As old as he was, he was no stranger to reputation in school. College might be a different beast from high school in his time, but he knew that bragging about having an amazing costume and not showing up with a major social failing.
"You could just not go?" Pat asked and got a pillow thrown at him in return. He flawlessly caught it and chucked it back at his stepdaughter who simply let it smack into her face.
"That's even worse! I'll be labeled a liar and a chicken! Uugggh." Courtney got up and went over to her window. She peered down at the street, seeing the whole place decorated with tonight. With the weather forecast saying clear skies, it was going to be a busy Halloween for everyone. "I can't even claim that a kid grabbed me as a treat to miss the party! I won't have any pictures to prove that I got a costume! I'm doomed!"
Courtney walked back over to her bed and fell face first into it. She heard her stepfather get closer and pat her head.
"Well there's one idea you could do." She looked up to see Pat pointing at the costume. It took her a minute to realize what he was suggesting and she gasped.
"You're joking."
"Nope." He said. "Little funny secret about superheroes off duty, a lot of them like to dress up as themselves for Halloween. Just claim that you've been practicing it and you won't believe how many people believe you."
"And you're just letting me use my actual costume?"
Pat shrugged. "Hey I was young once too and no stranger to social pressure. So long as you are careful, I don't mind you going out in it. You're not taking the staff though. I doubt you can say you got that off of Amazon."
Courtney leapt up and hugged her stepfather around the neck. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I promise to be careful and not take the staff!" She immediately turned him around and began to shove him out. "Now get out! I need to change and get to the party!"
"Alright, alright, no need to push."
She locked the door behind him and Courtney dashed towards the closet. She dug out the hidden compartment, punched in the password and stared at her costume. It might not be a Supergirl or Wonder Woman costume but a Stargirl costume was still absurdly difficult to get and she had the genuine article.
She rubbed her hands together and grinned. She was going to rock that party.
"Thanks for the ride Dad!"
"No problem, sweetie. Remember to call or text if you can't make it back home."
"I will!" She waved him good bye and looked at the sorority house before her. A collection of Halloween decorations hung all over the three story building. College aged girls like her either going in or chatting with one another just outside. Like any Halloween themed party, all of them were dressed in a variety of sexy costumes.
Naughty Nurses. Dirty Cops. Bunny Girls and French Maids. Angels and Devils. Barely dressed Kunoichi and Mummies wrapped tightly in bandages. If there was a sexy version of a costume, there was a gal here wearing it.
But the real stand outs were the ones wearing costumes based on heroines or villainness. Finding those costumes this time of the year was like finding a needle in a haystack. It was a symbol of prestige because it meant you managed to beat the odds and either found one or made it yourself.
As Courtney strutted up in her actual costume, she immediately attracted attention. While her Stargirl outfit wasn't typically sexy, it was enough to stand out nonetheless. And, from what she could see when she entered, she was the only Stargirl here and that made her stand out even more.
Two girls came up to her, dressed up as Harley Quinn and Ivy. The former looked at her up and down and asked. "Just where did you manage to find a Stargirl outfit! I didn't even know they made these."
"Let's just say that I know people." Courtney joked.
"Do you think you can get me in touch with them?" The Ivy girl asked. "My cousin loves dressing me up as his video game characters and I would love having a costume designer on speed dial. Money is no object for me!"
"Same here!"
Courtney shook her head. "Sorry, they don't do commissions. This was sorta a 'favor owed' kind of deal."
Both girls groaned but nonetheless let her go. Courtney moved further into the sorority and basked in the attention she was getting. More girls complimented her outfit, asking just how she got every detail right. A few even asked to take selfies with her and she allowed them to.
It wasn't long though till her social rival came around. Heather pushed through the crowd and it was obvious just why she was late to the party.
Her Supergirl costume was a mess, ruffled and stained with cum. Her skirt was rolled up into her waist, now more akin to a belt, and cum dripped out of her pussy, down her legs and into her boots. Writing in black marker was on her midriff, a simple 'Super Cocksleeve!' in a child's handwriting.
Heather glared at Courtney with blue eyes and the heroine in disguise realized she even got contacts for her costume. As much as she disliked Heather, Courtney could respect that hustle.
"Well, I guess you weren't all talk then, if that's you Whitmore." Heather said and crossed her arms over her ample chest. In response, Courtney raised her mask and stuck out her tongue. "Don't get too cocky now. You probably picked some B Lister to stand out but every kid loves Supergirl more than whoever this is."
Courtney narrowed her eyes and stomped up to Heather. The brunette was slightly taller so she had to look up a bit to meet her eyes. "Her name is Stargirl and big talk from someone who couldn't get Supergirl's costume all right."
Heather scowled. "You know how hard it is to find blonde dye on Halloween. And besides, my little brother certainly wasn't complaining about it. In fact, he almost didn't go trick or treating because of how great I looked. He and I were practically fucking like rabbits right in front of our door."
"And yet you're still here. What's wrong, he tossed you aside for a better set of holes?" Courtney shot back with a smirk.
Heather glared at Courtney as girls oooh at the insult she gave. Insulting a girl's ability to keep a boy happy with their body was a serious one. While being tossed aside for hotter girls was a reality of their lives, it still stung for many of them, at least until they were grabbed by another kid who wanted to have fun. For college aged girls obsessed with their body image, however, it was akin to waging war.
Heather poked her in the chest and said, "Alright blondie, lets have a contest then. Whoever gets fucked by more boys before midnight wins. That'll prove who has the better costume between the two of us."
Courtney threw her blonde hair over her shoulder and crossed her arms. "Fine. Bring it on. What's the rules?"
"Getting fucked by the same kid doesn't count, you need to have photo evidence, and you need to have some pieces of your costume on you. Otherwise, anything goes. We compare photos next time we meet to decide the winner. That sounds fair to you?"
Courtney held out her hand and Heather shook it.
"Bring it."
As night slowly fell upon the town, kids were out and about in costumes of their own. They went up and down the decorated streets, buckets and bags slowly filling up with candy of all kinds.
However, for young boys, they had a different option in what treats they can get.
"Glack! Glack! Glack!"
A slender teen dressed as a witch gagged as she was made to deepthroat a little cowboy. Her large purple hat laid on the ground next to them as the boy held tight to her hair. Another boy dressed up as a spaceman came up behind her, lifted her tight black dress, and shoved his dick right into her pussy.
"MMMMHHH!" The witch cried out, cumming all over the grass as she was taken from both ends. Her eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure as the two kids fucked her right on her yard. Other kids moved past them to grab handfuls of candy from the bucket set out.
In front of another house, a woman dressed up as a catgirl let out meows as she bounced on a catboy's lap. The kid sat on her house's front steps and enjoyed the sight of her large rear going up and down, idly eating candy out and pulling at her buttplug tail whenever he pleased.
Up against a store's window, a shapely ghost had her hands up against the glass. Underneath the simple white sheet, the figures of a woman and a young boy could be seen together, the latter's arms wrapped around her waist and loud moans escaping the ghost's lips.
All throughout the town, boys partook in tasty candy and hot costumed women alike. They fucked them in the streets, in front of their houses, in their homes and more. Some women were left in a happy daze where they laid, vulnerable for the next boy to rail them into another screaming mess. Others were taken along for trick or treating, treated as mobile cumdumps and cocksleeves by boys who enjoyed their costumes.
The sororities were no different. Houses filled to the brim with hot college women dressed in sexy costumes was naturally a hotspot for boys wanting to enjoy Halloween to the fullest. All throughout the college campus, as boys came in by foot or by cars, each sorority was turned into a den of orgies.
"Oh! Oh! Fuck!" Courtney cried out while a small Robin fucked her to climax. She was on her hands and knees and screwed from behind. Her shorts had a hole torn for easier access for any kid that wanted her. Her long blonde hair was yanked back and Courtney stared forward at the absolute fuckfest the party had naturally become.
Everywhere she looked, boys were screwing every woman they could get their little hands on. On the floor, on the couch, against the walls or on the stairs, it didn't matter. It was no exaggeration to say that every possible inch of the house had at least one kid and one women fucking on it. Loud lewd moans and the slapping of flesh combined into one continuous noise that could be heard blocks down, she was sure of that. Not that anyone would care and just simply draw in more boys to their location. Bits of costumes laid scattered around the place, torn off by boys wanting to get to their holes.
Another typical Halloween all in all but this one, Courtney had a challenge to win.
She cried out in glee as the boy came deep in her womb. When he pulled out, Courtney shakingly held up her phone. "W-wait, photo." The kid obliged her and together, with her lips wrapped around his dick, and his arm around her head, he took a selfie and tossed it back to her. Without another look back, he took off in the direction of a Catwoman that was free for a brief moment before he tackled her to the ground and began to furiously fuck her large ass.
Courtney grinned at the picture. "T-that's seven. I-GLACK!"
Her words were cut off when a boy in a robot costume noticed her free mouth and shoved his dick in between her lips. She began to bob her head back and forth on his rod, holding out her phone to him in a wordless plea. Thankfully, he did what she asked, took a picture and Courtney focused on blowing him to climax.
Courtney then moaned when another dick pressed up against her asshole and shoved itself in. She couldn't turn her head but tried to hold out her phone to the kid behind her, only for him to grab both her arms and pull them back towards him. As the boy behind her fucked her ass, the one in front grabbed at her hair and together, the two of them rocked the blonde back and forth.
Courtney's eyes fluttered in bliss at being treated like this. A thing for them to relieve themselves in and forget about. It was every woman's desire to be treated like this. However she still kept an iron grip on her phone, knowing that if she dropped it, she wouldn't have a chance to pick it up again.
She didn't know how long she was double teamed but eventually, both boys shoved their dicks as deep as they could into her and came. She spluttered as she was filled from both ends and when they finished, she was simply left to drop onto the ground.
"W-wait," She called out to the one that fucked her ass. "I need a pic-OOOOH!"
Another kid flipped her onto her back and rammed his dick into her exposed pussy. He immediately plowed her against the floor, surrounded by other moaning screaming classmates. Courtney raised her phone to take a selfie and once she did, she wrapped her arms around the little Batman on top of her.
Over and over she was fucked and try as she might, the pleasure began to override her desire to win. Her asking for photos grew less and less as more and more boys fucked her however they please. As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Courtney lost all desire to win and simply wanted one thing.
"More cocks! Fuck me more!" She cried out as she bounced on top of a little cop's giant dick. Her mask was long gone to reveal her pretty face, her shirt was ripped open to let loose her chest and her shorts had vanished to parts unknown. She worked her legs, moving up and down at the kid's command. She grinned in mindless lust and cried out again. "Fuck me harder! Hell cuff me to your bed and use me as a cock warmer! I don't care! I just want to be fucked by kid cock all the time!"
She wasn't alone in her cries. The constant sex had reduced every college gal in the sorority to needy fuckholes desiring kid cock. They yelled out similar words and desires, wanting nothing more than to serve them for as long as they would have them.
"Take me home please! I need your cock in me every day!"
"I'll be your eager little kitty if you put a collar on me!"
"Just drag me out of here and I'll be yours forever. I don't care who takes me!"
Some boys took up their offers and left the sorority with three or four eager college cocksleeves to call their own. Others merely enjoyed the moment and left their partners where they laid, crying for them to come back until another boy came, began to fuck them and started the process anew.
Courtney was one of those unlucky ones that seemed to never get a boy to take her to their home. Instead, the blonde was passed around throughout the house. From the first floor to the second to the third, and eventually she was on a bed with a surprising partner.
Heather sat before her as the two of them rode one boy. Like her rival, her costume was nearly all gone with only the red boots left. Courtney on the kid's face and Heather on his dick and together, the two of them were brought to climax after climax by his skilled mouth and dick. Their cries and moans almost one until one final climax brought them down on top of the boy. The two of them panted while the boy underneath them rested for a bit before shoving them off of him and walked out of the room.
A rare moment of pause was given to them and both gals laid on the bed, gasping and catching their breaths.
Courtney looked at the clock on the desk and saw that it read 12:05 AM. She licked her lips and asked.
"S-so who won?"
Heather slowly blinked and said, "Who fucking cares. I need more dick."
Courtney nodded in agreement and their wish would be granted as a trio of boys noticed their unattended holes and came into the room. Their reprieve over and contest forgotten, the two of them went back headlong into chasing their pleasure.
Pat yawned as he finished taking off his costume. Once again Halloween had come and gone. Now all he had to look forward to was getting fat for Thanksgiving and wondering what to get his loved ones for Christmas.
His phone beeped as a text came through and he checked it.
It was a photo of his stepdaughter being held up in the air and tripled penetrated by a group of kids. Her costume was long gone and left her as nude as the day she was born. Her arms and legs were limp, hanging towards the ground. If Pat had to guess, she was fucked unconsciousness again. Girl never did had the stamina to stay awake when she was being fucked.
Another text came through and it made Pat realize that someone had her phone. The text read.
Courtney asked me to tell you that she's not coming home tonight. Love Heather.
"Huh, guess they must have become friends." Pat shrugged and went back to taking off his costume.
Just another normal Halloween in their little town.