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The Sexy Tramp

Who fucked all my friends

I first saw Abby on the side of the pavement. Out of her mind, but as she looked up at me, I could tell there was something special about her.

There are moments in life when you can take a chance and help another get back on their feet again.

There was an opportunity to do good and I seized it. Lifting her to her feet, I realized how lightweight she was, which in turn made me wonder when she last had a meal.

My house was only a block away, so we slowly made our way towards it.

Abby was intoxicated, and I could tell she was in a bad place. A few homeless dudes were lurking in the shadows.

If I had left her there, who knows what they would have done?

We were both exhausted when we finally got through the door.

My plan was to wash her, but that would have to wait as it was 3:00 AM and we both needed to rest.

I woke up around midday with Abby’s lips were around my hard cock.

With half-closed eyes, I looked at her polish my knob until cum poured down his throat.

It was unexpected, but I needed a release like that; it had been too long since my last blowjob.

As I woke up fully, it dawned on me that I had taken a risk.

Maybe she was some kind of street whore, as it was a professional style blow, however there was no rash on my dick.

What’s more, she swallowed my load, a rare thing these days, while the last BJ I recall, my cum was spat back onto my dick. It looked good, but it took some work to clean my balls of spunk, not to mention the chore of washing the sheets of my sticky goo.

The first point of call was the shower. Once I got her naked, I lathered up her slender body. Her ass was small but round and surprisingly smooth.

Sophie enjoyed the contact, and so did I as I watched the dirt come off and disappear down the drain.

She looked half decent, and I was tempted to fuck her under the water, but I needed to get her tested out first. I wasn’t about to contract Hep C or worse from trying to help somebody out.

After she was washed, she went for her old clothes. I shook my head and gave her some of my own.

Not ladies’ clothes, but we would sort that out later.

“Do you know how to use makeup?” I asked her, opening a drawer, and showed her what some random had left behind, a few weeks ago.

She clapped her hands with joy and started to decorate her face with mascara and lipstick.

We left my place and got her hair highlighted and cut to a decent length. I then spent a couple of hundred dollars on lingerie and dresses for her.

Most of the choices were to show off her sexy legs and ass, I have to admit.

For me, the whole thing had turned into foreplay.

Just as I was thinking about banging Abby on my bed, I got a message.

“There’s some sort of party happening, and they want to see you,” I said to her whilst reading the sms off my phone.

“Sounds great, I want to meet your friends.”

There were a couple of hours before the official start.

“Want to bang for a bit?” I asked, guessing it would be okay if we used a condom.

“Sure,” she said, rubbing my cock through my jeans.

It wasn’t much of a party, just my four buddies drinking and watching football.

I had a few beers with them, but little did I know something else was going on.

Each time I went to the toilet to drain the lizard, one of my pals was getting his own release.

I came back the 4th time and cum was dripping off Abby’s chin.

“Did you blow the lot of them?” I asked her, wiping the semen from her face.

She nodded, “They had bigger cocks than yours.” This brought the house down. The boys were clapping me on the back.

“You dirty tramp,” she laughed when I said that.

“Yes, I am a tramp. You knew that when you picked me up off the streets. What are you going to do about it?”

I looked at my feet, shuffling them. Everyone in the room knew that I wasn’t about to kick her to the curve.

“ Don’t worry, no harm, no foul.” One of my buds said cheesily.

“The tests haven’t come back yet. And yes, I found her on the streets. Who knows how many cocks she’s had in there?” As soon as I said this the faces around me began to droop.

“I fucked her earlier, but that was with a condom. Unprotected oral sex is fairly risky. I think you guys should go to the clinic and check yourselves out.” My face was serious as there were a lot of unknowns about this Abby lady.

“My wife will kill me if she finds out I’ve got a VD.” There were a couple of my friends who were married. It didn’t stop them from going out with the boys and occasionally picking up.

“Well, there could be harm, and there could be foul,” I said, knowing that I had been tested today. The chances were small, but anything can be caught from mouth to genital stimulation.

They threw the dice, and I guess I did as well.

We all waited the 10 days before the results got back.

I knew in that time some of the lads had already been having sex with their partners. All of the guys with wives never used condoms.

But as we got together with the envelopes that had been sent to a private post office box. It was similar to getting back a test result from a high school exam.

Did we all pass? Did we all fail? Or did only a few of us make it?

I made a joke just before opening. That some of us might have pre-existing diseases.

However, we all got lucky, even though she wasn’t as healthy as she should have been; what she had didn’t carry on through to us.

We all breathed again. A lot of us had been holding our breath for 10 days, praying to whatever deity would give us a clean slate.

When all was said and done, I never left Abby alone in a house full of men again.

And another thing I learned, sometimes friends don’t have your back if they’re horny for the woman you have under your arm.

Call me what you will, but I don’t want to share her with anyone.

Because underneath that cock sucking whore exterior, there is a real gentleness.

Only time will tell.

I just hope her old habits go away with this new life I am creating for her.

Maybe love is the answer after all.