Halloween Little Demon

"Trickortreat!"
On Halloween night, a little devil appeared at my door.
Of course, despite being called a demon, she's actually just a cute girl wearing a red horn headdress and carrying a large red fork.
She looked to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, with short, smooth hair that reached her shoulders, clear and bright eyes, and red lips and white teeth; her pair of healthy, beautiful legs were fully revealed, from her thighs under the bright red halter dress to her jade feet in open-toed sandals.
In a great mood, I smiled and grabbed a handful of candy, putting it in her little basket. The girl immediately beamed with joy, giggling as she thanked me.
"Does big brother live alone?" she asked in a pleasant voice.
"Yes, my family has all moved abroad."
"How pitiful, big brother has to spend Halloween alone." Her innocent and adorable expression of sympathy warmed my heart.
"It's alright, I'm used to it. Besides, we have such a lovely little angel like you visiting us." I smiled and patted her head.
"I'm not an angel, I'm dressed as a devil," she pouted.
"Haha, but I think you're cuter than an angel, even though you're a devil."
Her pretty face flushed red, and she put her hands, which were holding the candy basket, behind her back, looking shy and bashful.
"By the way, were you alone?" I asked, puzzled. "Usually, trick-or-treating is done with a group of friends, right?"
Everyone else has already gone home, but I want to wander around a bit more.
"Is that so? Well, it's getting late, you should go home too, little girl."
Just as I was about to close the door, the girl suddenly stepped over the threshold and snuggled up to me with her cute little body.
"Big brother..." she lowered her head and said softly, "I don't really want to go home yet... If you feel lonely, I can stay with you for the night."
I was slightly taken aback, then placed my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away.
"Little girl, don't make jokes like that."
"I wasn't joking..." She suddenly grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest, startling me so much that I quickly pulled my hand back.
"What the hell is going on?!"
Although it was only for a moment, I already felt an unusual sensation on her flat chest.
"I don't have any breasts, don't you like that, big brother...? Then let big brother see this."
A blush, almost as red as her clothes, spread across her face. She held the candy basket in her arms and slowly pulled her light skirt up with both hands.
Just as I was about to stop the girl, I suddenly noticed a small bulge protruding slightly inside her pure white lace panties, which surprised me.
"What?! You—"
"Hehe!" She stuck out her tongue, her angelic innocence vanished, replaced by the expression of a mischievous little devil who had just pulled off a prank.
"I'm sorry, I'm not a girl, I'm a boy."
I was completely stunned. If I hadn't actually seen what was under his skirt, I would never have imagined that this beautiful young man was actually a man.
He smiled, lowered his skirt, and retreated to the doorway: "I'm so sorry to have disappointed you, big brother. Okay, thank you for the candy, big brother, I'm going home now~"
Looking at his back, I couldn't suppress the impulse in my heart, so I quickly stepped forward and grabbed his wrist tightly.
"Hello!"
Hearing my words, he trembled slightly, turned around, and said, "Big brother, don't be so petty, it was just a little joke..."
"Who's joking with you?" I smiled and pulled him into my arms. "I like guys like you who are just like girls the most."
His almond-shaped eyes widened, and he forced a smile: "H-How could that be? Big brother is joking with me, right?"
"What do you think?" I continued to hold his slender wrist with my right hand, while my left hand caressed his slim waist and slowly swept down, gently stroking his snow-white thighs. "Big brother is lonely, stay and keep me company."
"...Please, please let go!"
He flailed his arms, threw down his toy fork and basket of candy, and struggled desperately, but it was no use to me, a seasoned rugby player.
I picked him up by the waist, took off his sandals, dragged him to the bedroom, and threw him onto the bed.
Barefoot, he sat on the bed in terror, like a kitten brought to an unfamiliar environment.
"Stop! Don't touch me! I'm a boy, you pervert!"
He tried to shout in a rough voice, but it sounded more like a woman impersonating a man, making me want to laugh. I lifted his chin: "Yeah, I am a pervert, and perverts like me love hearing teenage female voices. Can you perform it again?"
His lips trembled, too frightened to utter another sound.
Seeing his animal-like expression, I couldn't help but feel a pang of tenderness. I gently stroked his beautiful, wig-like hair, only to find upon touching it that it was real. With my other hand, I lightly caressed his jade-like arm; his smooth skin would make many young girls pale in comparison.
"How can there be a boy who looks so much like a girl? Even his hair and body shape are like a young girl's... What's your name?"
"B-Bachi...!" Realizing he shouldn't have answered that question, Bachi covered his mouth in regret, his annoyed expression quite adorable.
"Your name is Baiqi? That's a name that's hard to tell if it's male or female. Haha, let's move on."
I pretended to lick my lips and stared at his buttocks as I said:
"Looks like you're in for a little punishment, kid who dressed up as a cute little devil on Halloween and went to other people's houses to cause trouble."
"Punishment? Could it be..." He blushed and covered his buttocks, which I was staring at intently, his eyes filled with tears. "No! Please, big brother, I won't joke like that again..."
Seeing his pitiful state, on the verge of tears, I felt I'd had enough fun and was about to tell him to go home and stop playing pranks—
"How about this, big brother?" He looked up at me pleadingly, "I'll help you finish orally, and then you can let me go, okay?"
"...?!"
I only meant to play a joke on him, and then let him go after he learned his lesson. I didn't expect him to suddenly bring up this kind of negotiation. I quickly said, "No, actually, that's not what I intended—"
"Big brother won't accept it... Do we really have to go all the way to the end...?"
"What do you mean, 'finally'? I just wanted to call you—"
"I will do well, please consider this punishment already given, big brother."
He knelt down on his knees and used his small, fair hands to unzip my pants. He'd only pulled it halfway down when my penis eagerly shoved out of my underwear.
Just as I was about to stop him, Birch stuck out his small tongue and lightly licked the edge of my glans. At first, his tongue just made random licking sounds, but soon he knew how to skillfully circle around my large glans with the tip of his tongue, causing a tingling sensation in my body. My penis gradually became engorged with blood and stood erect in front of his cute face, which surprised him.
"Wow, it's so big..."
Damn it, how did it turn out like this? Strictly speaking, I'm committing a crime. I wanted to call for a halt, but when I saw Birch, wearing a horned headdress, serving me with such affection, I couldn't help but swallow my words and accept it comfortably.
Slowly, he tried to open his mouth wide and take my penis into it. He seemed well-trained, knowing various ways to please me: like sucking hard with his cheeks, gently biting with his teeth, and even actively rubbing my scrotum with the tip of his tongue. Before long, his expression changed: the initial panic and tension slowly disappeared, replaced by an expression of intoxicated pleasure, as if he were enjoying it. Several times when he caught my gaze, his face would flush, and he would frown slightly as if displeased, but his eyes would gleam with excitement.
His movements became faster and faster, and I could hardly take it anymore. I held his horned headdress with both hands, embroidered back and forth, and used his wet cherry lips as a means of release. After thrusting in and out more than ten times, I finally stopped and ejaculated into his mouth.
Caught off guard, Baiqi immediately turned pale, coughed violently, and spat out a pool of white, cloudy liquid on his hand, forming a thin, silvery thread with his lips, adding to the obscene effect.
"I'm sorry." I put my arm around his soft shoulder, handing him a tissue as I gently comforted him, "You made me feel so good, I didn't even have time to tell you..."
"...It's nothing." He lowered his head and silently wiped the semen from his lips and hands with a tissue.
As I washed my face in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror, I slapped my forehead. What's wrong with me? Dragging a fake teenage girl into the house, groping her, and then making her perform oral sex on me—isn't that utterly perverted…? I only meant to play a joke…
After washing his face and returning to the bedroom, Baiqi knelt on the bed, head down, seemingly lost in thought.
"Okay, that's enough of the little punishment." I scratched my head awkwardly. "Go home now, I think your parents are starting to worry about you. If you live far away, I'll drive you home..."
"...Big brother," he asked softly, "what's your name, big brother?"
"Oh, just call me Meng Ting."
"Brother Meng Ting..." He looked up, blinking his large, watery eyes, his face flushed, "Could you do me a favor?"
"?" I thought he wanted me to take him home, but his expression didn't seem to suggest that.
"...I can't hold back any longer." Birch pulled up his skirt, revealing his small, erect penis inside his lace panties, throbbing with excitement.
His cheeks were as red as apples, and his eyes gleamed with longing: "I also really like this kind of thing..."
"Baiqi, you..." Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in my head. I lifted his chin and said, "You weren't actually playing a prank; you genuinely want to be mistaken for a girl, right?"
"...I'm sorry, Brother Mengting." He lowered his head in shame. "I...I've always felt that it would be better for me to be a girl. But I didn't dare to tell the people around me, so I ran out in women's clothing today, thinking that even if someone found out, I could just say it was a Halloween costume."
"So you ended up coming to my house?" I said gently, patting his head.
"Hmm. Although this is my first time meeting Brother Meng Ting, I... I feel that if it's Brother Meng Ting, I could... I could continue..."
The adorable cross-dressing boy in front of me was so eager for me that at that moment I no longer cared about age or gender.
I swallowed hard, sat down behind Baiqi, pressed my chest against his back, and wrapped my arms around him. Baiqi offered no resistance; instead, he stretched out his delicate feet and pushed his body into my embrace.
"Little Birch, do you really want to continue?" I whispered in his ear.
"Um, please help me, Brother Meng Ting..." He nodded shyly.
"Then I won't be polite~"
I couldn't wait to pull up his bright red dress, revealing his cream-cake-like white skin and two luscious little cherries on his flat chest. This luxurious body, if you didn't know better, you'd definitely think it belonged to a teenage girl whose breasts hadn't yet developed.
I pushed him down onto the bed and took a good look at his abdomen rising and falling with his rapid breathing, the lace panties hiding his trembling little penis, and his beautifully shaped legs.
I pulled down his lace panties with one hand, grasped his small pink penis, and slowly sucked on it. With my other hand, I took turns pinching his two pink nipples.
He gradually began to moan lasciviously, his body unable to withstand the pleasure of being attacked from above and below, arching his back like a shrimp.
"Do you usually masturbate, Little Birch?"
"I do it occasionally..."
"How exactly is it done?"
"That's how Brother Meng Ting helped me, with one hand like this, and the other hand..."
I sucked on his earlobe, and he let out a very comfortable groan: "Ah, ah..."
Seeing that his two nipples were almost fully developed, I reached behind him and slowly ran my fingertips down his spine, tracing his shapely, peach-like buttocks. I couldn't resist opening my palm and giving them a good caress several times. Inside his underwear, I discovered a secret opening.
"With the other hand, you just keep thrusting in and out like that?"
"Yes……"
I inserted two fingers into the hole, gently circling them. Stimulated, Birch curled his legs and cried out as if in a dream.
"How does it feel, little Birch? Is it as pleasurable as when you masturbate?"
"So comfortable... Brother Mengting is amazing, it feels even better than when I do it myself..."
Hearing this, I played with him even more vigorously, ravaging his penis and vagina faster. Baiqi cried out repeatedly, two drops of saliva dripping from his lips. He turned to me and said:
"Brother Mengting, I'm going now..."
"Okay, shoot it out."
With a groan, his small pink stem shot out thick, sticky white fluid, which splashed onto the sheets.
"Huff, huff..."
Before Bai Qi's breathing had stopped, I gently placed his hands on the headboard so he could hold onto it. He turned his head in confusion: "Brother Meng Ting, what's this...?"
"Was that enough foreplay?" I lightly patted his tender buttocks, and they immediately trembled and swayed like a delicious pudding. "Now it's time for the main event you've been longing for."
"!!" he said nervously, "But I've never tried this before..."
"Everyone has a first time." While gently comforting him, I used my fingers to spread open his honey hole, my thick penis rubbing against the entrance: "I'm going in~" I took a breath, and my erect penis, which had been standing for a long time, immediately thrust in, making him groan in pain.
"Ouch, that hurts!... Please be gentler..."
"It's okay," I leaned forward to comfort you. "You'll get used to it...that's how it is."
Ignoring his resentful gaze, I held his slender waist and began to thrust in and out. I used the strength I had developed from rugby to relentlessly pound on Baiqi's tender buttocks, making "slap slap" sounds, savoring the pleasure in his tight anus.
At first, Birch couldn't bear the pain and begged me to stop; but soon he stopped talking and started panting, as if he was trying his best to suppress his groans.
"So good...so good..." He gradually began to arch his back, following my rhythm, making my penis ride even more wildly; I saw that Baiqi was so stimulated that even his pearly toes were gripping the sheets, and he couldn't control his licking fluid dripping onto my pillow. I'm afraid the pleasure he was getting was even greater than mine.
"Boch, what's wrong with you?" I grabbed his horned headdress and teased, "Weren't you just looking like a cunning little devil?"
"...Because...Brother Meng Ting's cross is too powerful...ah..." To my surprise, he was still able to answer me, although his words were very vague. As a reward for him, I kissed his hair, and my movements became more vigorous, pushing my penis even deeper. Bai Qi couldn't help but groan loudly, his sweet voice like heavenly music.
"Brother Mengting, I can't take it anymore..." Unable to bear it any longer, Baiqi didn't even have the strength to grab the bed frame. He lay weakly on the mattress, turned around and gave me a wanton look.
"Are we going now...?" Even I, who usually run a few laps without breaking a sweat, started panting. I made a final sprint, casually touching his little stem: "I'm almost there too, let's go together..."
After a few more thrusts, I ejaculated a large amount of semen into Baiqi's honey hole, so much that it overflowed; Baiqi also ejaculated a second time, with an even more exaggerated flow than before.
After we finished, I lazily hugged Baiqi's petite body, not thinking about anything, simply feeling his body temperature.
"Brother Mengting... thank you." He suddenly said this out of the blue while I was in his arms.
"What's wrong?" I was surprised to find that Birch's beautiful sapphire-blue eyes were filled with a slight tremor.
"I've always been afraid that this interest of mine will be discovered." He rested his head on my chest and said softly, "I often hide in my room alone, put on women's clothes in front of the mirror, and see what I look like in a dress. Whenever I'm enjoying myself, I always think that this behavior is actually very strange, and if it's discovered, people will definitely think I'm a monster..."
Birch nestled in my arms, tilting his head back, his forehead resting on my chin, his horns comfortably touching my face.
"And Meng Ting was the first person who was willing to accept me dressed like this."
My heart was pounding with excitement. I cupped his face in my hands, gently stroked his hair, and gazed at his features.
"Boch, do you remember what I said when you first appeared at my door?"
"Tell me...tell me you like guys like me, guys who are just like girls..." she said, blushing as she spoke.
"I did say that, but that's not what I meant..." I smiled wryly, remembering how my joke had now become a reality.
"What does 'Brother Meng Ting' mean?"
"I mean, I'm so glad that such a little angel like you has come to visit." I moved my face closer: "Even though you're dressed as a little devil, from the moment I first met you until now, I've always thought you're cuter than an angel." After saying that, I kissed you. The taste on my lips was sweet, like eating cotton candy.
Bai Qi paused slightly, closed his sparse eyes, and didn't open them for a long time after the kiss, as if he was savoring the moment.
"Brother Mengting, I live over on Anna Street, in the house with the red roof. Can you come find me... or can I come find you again?"
"No problem. Whether it's a demon or a vampire, if it's Birch, I'll open the door for you."

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