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Betsy the Halloween Bimbo 
by Johndough (no address provided)
 
***

Fifteen year old Betsy plans to spend her last outing 
for trick or treating dressed as a teenage hooker, but 
finds her costume is too realistic when she goes to 
join up with her best friend but instead encounters 
her best friend's drunken father. (M+/f-teen, ped, 1st, 
oral, anal, gb, Halloween, alcohol)

***

At 15 Betsy Jones was going to celebrate her last 
Halloween as a Trick-or-Treater since her mom believed 
that that was the correct cut off age for going door 
to door. Betsy had talked to her next door neighbor 
and best friend Sally Smith and they had agreed to 
meet up at 5 to do their rounds of the neighborhood.

Betsy looked at her newly formed woman's body in her 
full length mirror with pride. She had long red hair 
that was proved real by the same color patch between 
her thighs. Her lovely green eyes nestled snugly in 
her freckled face with her full lipped smile. Her only 
slight disappointment was that her nipples and areolas 
were of that pale variety that seemed to blend in with 
the rest of her breasts -- except when aroused like 
they were now and they puffed out beautifully and her 
nipples became as rigid as the pencil erasers they 
resembled.

It was going to be an abnormally warm Halloween in 
Florida which fit her plans perfectly. Her mother 
thought she was going out as a long rider wearing a 
long black trench coat. In truth, she planned to ditch 
the coat and cowboy hat behind the garage as soon as 
she left the house. Underneath was her real costume -- 
teenage hooker.

She put on her old muscle shirt that she had cut off 
just below her nipples so that the undersides of her 
breasts were visible. She felt so naughty being 
braless.

She had taken her old plaid school skirt and shortened 
it to super mini that left the bottoms of her ass 
cheeks visible if she only slightly bent over. If she 
bent over to tie a shoe or pick something up her pussy 
and asshole would be covered only by the thong she had 
bought at the mall with the clerk giving her a knowing 
look.

She wasn't used to high heels but she had a pair of 
platforms that added two inches to her height and 
straps that made her feet look sexy.

The final touch was tucking her long red hair into a 
nylon cap and fitting the long black wig she thought 
would help disguise her.

Now dressed she applied her "slut" makeup with too 
much rouge, glossy red lipstick and heavy eye shadow.

Satisfied when she once again scanned herself in the 
mirror she put on the long coat and cowboy hat and 
picked up the orange pumpkin her mother gave her to 
collect her treats in. She would abandon it in the 
bushes behind the garage with the hat and coat and 
retrieve the shoulder back she had left there earlier. 
It was homemade from scraps of cloth and was big 
enough to hold whatever a hooker might need on the 
job. At 15 inches wide and 18 inches high it would 
hold three times what the stupid pumpkin would.

She kissed her mom who was sitting on the couch 
watching the end of Jeopardy and said, "See ya later!"

"Be back by 9:30," her mom said.

"But it is Friday and Sally said I could sleepover 
after we finished."

"Okay, then I will see you tomorrow. Be good and obey 
the Smiths!"

"I'll do everything they say."

With that she was out the front door and around the 
side of the house to ditch the extras and retrieve her 
shoulder bag. It was still light out but she figured 
they would have 4 good hours because her mom told her 
not to knock on doors after 9.

She went next door and knocked a couple of times as 
she opened the door and went in. The girls had been 
doing this at each other's homes all their young 
lives. No one was downstairs so she went up to Sally's 
bedroom. It was empty so she went over to the bathroom 
that Sally shared with her folks. She heard noise as 
she opened the door and expecting to see her friend 
cried out, "TRICK OR TREAT!"

Only it wasn't Sally. It was her hunky dad Bob who had 
obviously been drinking and had just gotten out of the 
shower. He was drying himself off while trying to 
stand upright.

"Wow, that was fast," he said. "I just got off the 
phone with your agency. Wanted to freshen up a little 
before you got here."

"What are you talking about?" Betsy said, knowing she 
should turn around but to enthralled by the 8-inch 
cock dangling in front of her. Her own dad had left 
when she was 5 so she had no opportunity to 
"accidentally" encounter a relative in the nude.

"Just a minute," he said and hung the towel on a hook 
on the back of the door to his bedroom and disappeared 
into the room. Betsy found herself disappointed 
because she found her inexperienced young body feeling 
things she hadn't felt before and was sure he was 
putting on some clothes.

Instead he reappeared as naked as he had been when he 
left but now his cock wasn't dangling. It looked hard 
as rock and was pointing right at her. In one hand was 
some money which he held out to her. In the other was 
his home video camera which he pointed at her as he 
approached.

"Here you go. $200 just as we agreed on the phone. Now 
let's use my daughter's bed, her mother's sister had a 
stroke and they are going to be out of town until 
Sunday. And she cut me off for drinking a month ago so 
I am hornier than hell. So let's see what I'm paying 
for."

As he spoke he had pushed the money into her shoulder 
bag and gently pushed her back into Sally's room until 
she bumped the foot of the bed and then fell backward 
on it with her friend's dad standing between her 
knees. As she said the last line he reached under her 
skirt and pulled her thong panties down with such 
force that the sides tore and he held up the tattered 
under garment.

"Sorry," he said and threw them on the floor.

Betsy wanted to scream at him or tell him off at the 
least but she was in shock and at a complete loss 
about what to do. The fact that he was videotaping 
everything added to her inability to move.

"My God, that is the most beautiful pussy I have ever 
seen. And you are two-tone like a car--black on top 
and red on the bottom. AMAZING!"

Then he dove down and started licking her slit up and 
down and in and out of her virgin pussy Betsy wasn't 
sure she wanted to stop him because it felt so good. 
It was 5 months till her 16th birthday when her mother 
said she could start dating boys. She had a feeling 
this incredibly naughty and incredibly good feeling 
was the reason she was supposed to wait.

Sex-Ed had taught her the basics of how a husband and 
wife made babies--the key words were "husband and 
wife" because everyone knew that any other sex was 
bad.

But how could this be bad when it felt so good.

Her own love button was sticking out half an inch as 
it was so aroused and she felt a whole new level of 
pleasure when Bob licked from the bottom of her slit 
up to that magic nub and gently sucked it while 
running his tongue back and forth over the tip.

Her first major orgasm had her shuddering and clasping 
his head between her thighs. She was still cresting 
when she felt him take his mouth off her and she 
desperately tried to bring it back but he was moving 
up her belly and suckling on each of her nipples as 
his body rose up with him.

Then he was gently blowing in her ear and nibbling on 
her lobe as she felt that rock hard cock start to push 
into her. It reached the resistance of her hymen but 
it did nothing to stop that male member as it tore 
through her virginity and continued until her clit was 
mashed between their pubic bones and the purple head 
was up against the door to her fertile womb.

He rose up and videoed the joining of their sexual 
organs.

Through the haze of pleasure it registered that he was 
fucking her like man and wife. The real baby making 
kind of sex they had taught about in school. Her best 
friend's dad was fucking her!

Bob Smith had been like a father to her as she was 
without one growing up. This was almost like incest. 
How could he do this to her? Then she remembered she 
was dressed like a slut and he had been expecting 
someone from the "agency" and realized he was 
expecting a call girl--the kind of hooker who came to 
your house. It was mistaken identity. She couldn't 
blame him. And if it felt as good for men as it did 
her then how could she blame them for wanting it as 
often as possible.

She was thrusting her own hips up to meet his thrusts 
and felt her body building to an orgasm bigger than 
anything she had felt so far. She was getting closer 
and closer and intuitively knew that it was going to 
be big but just as she got near he stopped his rhythm 
and shoved as deep inside her as he could and then she 
felt him swell and twitch at the same time her cervix 
seemed to be hit with a fire hose.

The sudden realization that her Sex-Ed class had 
taught her a girl's most fertile period was two weeks 
after the end of her period and Bob was flooding her 
with sperm sent her over the top into the biggest 
orgasm she had yet experienced.

Bob stayed buried in her for a minute and then slowly 
pulled out capturing her virgin blood on his cock as 
well as the pink ooze of their combined cum and her 
blood dribbled out of her well fucked orifice that 
slowly closed to trap the rest of his seed inside her. 
He switched off the camera and went over to Sally's 
laptop that was sitting open on her desk. With a flick 
of the mouse he revealed that its camera was operating 
as well and he stopped the recording and hit save. 
Then he wrote some stuff down on a notebook page and 
tore it off.

"You are the best the agency ever sent! If you want to 
make some good money tonight her are three address of 
friends of mine who don't get around much and I am 
sure would love to be your tricks tonight. I'll call 
them and tell them to watch for you. Tell them Bob 
sent you."

She looked at the list and recognized three of the 
names as friends of her mom's and a widower with twin 
sons who were seniors at her school. The last name she 
didn't recognize but knew the address as a large house 
two blocks over.

"Did I tear you or is it that time of the month?" Bob 
asked indicating the pink stained tissue she had used 
to wipe herself off with.

"That was just my virginity."

"A virgin hooker?"

"It's Halloween, Bob. I just dressed up like a 
hooker."

Bob's alcoholic fog was starting to lift.

"It's me, Betsy."

"Betsy? Oh, my God! What have I done?"

"You made me a woman and I don't know why they make us 
wait so long because it is the best thing in the 
world. Right now," she said as she put his list in her 
bag, "I am going to trick or treat, but after nine I'm 
going to come back here to spend the night. Sally 
asked me to sleepover and mom said it was okay."

"I'll be waiting," Bob said with a mix of anticipation 
and regret.

It was only 5:30 when she left her best friend's bed 
and headed out for the first address. Over the next 3 
and a half hours she became well acquainted with the 
cocks of another friend's father, a 60 year old auto 
mechanic whose granddaughter was older than her, one 
of the elementary school teachers she had had when 
growing up as well as his 18 year old twin sons who 
each sampled her wares. They all came up with $100 to 
add to her bag.

It was 8 when she arrived at the last house with the 
unknown name. It turned out to be that of a swinging 
bachelor. The door was opened by a very handsome man 
in his forties with a towel around his waist.

"Bob said he was sending someone over," He had a wad 
of cash in his hand that he dropped in her bag as she 
came in. "That's a $1,000. It should cover your 
services for the night."

The house was filled with about 30 people who were all 
naked as was the doorman as soon as the door closed. 
The problem was only 4 of them were women and they 
were all servicing three guys apiece. Until then, 
Betsy had never thought about someone fucking her ass 
but here were four prime examples of the art. Blow 
jobs she had heard of but no one had made her do one 
yet. There was something very familiar about the third 
woman with her back to Betsy. She had a mouth full of 
cock as well as her pussy and ass and was moaning 
sounds of pleasure.

Then it hit her like a ton of bricks--it was her mom!

She looked away quickly and let the door man lead her 
down the hall to a room with a big bed where he had 
her strip off her skirt and top and lay on her back 
with her legs spread. He shouted, "CHOO, CHOO!" out 
the bedroom door before climbing on top of her and 
becoming her 7th lover of the night. She came 3 times 
before she felt the now familiar engorgement and 
twitching of a cock filling her with male cum. When 
she opened her eyes there were 10 other cocks in the 
room and each of them took a turn riding the 15 year 
old teen age hooker.

She was in orgasm overload when they finished with her 
services at 11 PM. She had had big cocks and small 
cocks and Black cocks and Asian cocks and spent half 
an hour in the bathroom cleaning as much of the cum 
out of her as she could. Then she put her skirt and 
skimpy top back on and grabbed her bag. Her mother was 
at it with another three but she had her eyes closed 
so Betsy slipped out the back door and back to 
Sally's.

Bob came to the door in a short robe and welcomed her 
in.

"What did you do to me?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I came here a 15 year old virgin playing dress-up on 
Halloween and you have turned me into the cock hungry 
whore I was just supposed to be pretending to be."

She took him by the hand and led him to his own 
bedroom where she took off the skirt and top and 
platform shoes and her wig and the nylon cap under it 
and shook her long hair out. In the bathroom she took 
off what remained of her slut makeup and came out and 
took his robe off.

"But I don't want to fuck any more tonight. I have 
been fucked enough."

"I'm sorry," Bob said dejectedly expecting the usual 
thing he heard from his wife after such an 
announcement--I just want to cuddle.

"No more fucking. I want you to make love to me like a 
real husband and wife do and like I've always heard 
sex should be. Slow and gentle."

With that Bob bent down and gave her, her first man 
woman french-kiss. In all the sex she had had no one 
had tried to kiss her because kissing was seen as 
reserved for love relationships not physical lust. He 
took his time exploring her and she explored him as 
well. When the time was right she rolled him on his 
back and climbed over him and took him inside her. She 
went slowly savoring every inch of her lovers cock and 
he her love channel.

They built toward their climax slowly like Ravel's 
BOLERO made flesh with the only urgency coming right 
toward the end when he took over the pace and thrust 
up into her until he could hold it back no longer and 
erupted deep inside her with another gusher of love.

She came with him and her spasms milked his manhood 
for all it was worth. Then she collapsed on top of him 
and made no move to remove his deflating cock from her 
pussy. They fell asleep that way and when Betsy woke 
up he was once again hard inside her.

"You'll have to get off, Betsy."

"Why? You feel all ready to go."

"There are two reasons a man gets an erection. One is 
because he has to empty his bladder. That is called a 
piss hard-on and if you don't let me go to the 
bathroom I will just have to empty myself in you and I 
don't think that is very healthy."

Betsy got up and ran to the bathroom ahead of him and 
immediately sat on the toilet.

"Hey, not fair," he said.

She leaned back and spread her legs wide and began to 
pee.

"Guys are supposed to do it standing up and there is 
an opening. How good is your aim?"


"Better when I am not hard but I'll try."

He bent the stiff rod down and let loose a powerful 
yellow stream that mingled with hers. For ten seconds 
everything was going smoothly. Then his hand slipped 
off the top of his cock and it immediately sprang back 
up leaving a yellow liquid trail up her belly and into 
her gaping mouth. She reached out and grabbed it and 
aimed it back down until he finished.

"Shower time," he said.

"Who goes first?"

"Showering together saves water."

They had just finished washing each other and were 
rinsing off with the hand held shower head when a 
familiar voice came to them over the top of the steamy 
shower door.

"Dad? Betsy?"

Bob aimed the stream of water at the door and washed 
the steam away revealing their naked bodies to a 
startled Sally. He turned off the water and opened the 
shower door. They each took a towel and started to dry 
themselves off.

"Sally, what are you doing here?"

"Aunt Jane is doing better than expected so she didn't 
need me to stay. She just dropped me off and is on her 
way back to the hospital. What are you doing?"

"It's all my fault," Betsy said and told her friend 
all about her costume and the mixed communications and 
the loss of her virginity. As she talked she steered 
her friend into her parent's bedroom where Bob was 
lying on his back sporting another boner as he 
listened to Betsy tell the story.

"Of course, there was one downside to last night's 
activities," Betsy said as she picked up her shoulder 
bag.

"What's that?" Sally asked and watched her friend dump 
the bag on the bed and was amazed by all the cash.

"It was Halloween and I didn't get a single treat. 
Just tricks..."
 
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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