College party, turns into giant orgy

She reckoned it was one of those cards that party could buy anything, and she gave a quick flick through the notes and guessed that she had a couple of hundred in cash and that was enough for now. Another street over she looked to hail down a cab when a voice from behind her said; “that was impressive what you did there.” She turned to the voice; a harsh, edgy local voice and Hardcore she shrugged and said she did not know teen what the person was talking about. The girl under the grey hooded top laughed. “I used to do that too. Easy money.” “I didn’t do anything like that,” Abby said defensively and the girl laughed again. Abby blushed. She had long black hair and dark eyes and a kind of dirty face but she had something Abby felt she could relate to. “Sure thing, honey.” Then, “I’m Tigger.” “Abby.” “New here, Abby?” Abby shrugged and the girl laughed again. “Yeah, you new. Not seen you around this place b’fore. I’d remember. Can smell the innocence on you. Come on—let me show you around.” Abby hesitated but she figured she had no other place to go and she went with Tigger. Tigger was a street girl. She had started out in care like Abby but after being abused amateur by a foster carer she left and found solace elsewhere—living day to day earning little and just surviving. They walked and talked for casting a while, about everything and nothing, and then Tigger took Abby back to her group. There were a few of them—people like Abby—and she felt relaxed around them. They were outcasts too. She was introduced to Pigeon, Kai, Paris, Tamara, Rex and Zapper and she warmed to their company. They were sat in the middle of a disused bandstand smoking from a large blunt that Zapper had procured from somewhere and Abby relaxed as she took a long drag. The taste was bitter—something she had never tried before—but it relaxed her. She asked what it was and Zapper shrugged and said he was fucked if he knew. Abby laughed, and then smoked some more and she mellowed. Zapper was older than all of the others—they said he had a job someplace in the city on a building site—and he sat close to Abby and tried to touch her leg and later Paris told her that he kind of had a thing for really young girls like Abby. Tigger told them about Abby’s exploit with the old man. She shrugged and said it was something she picked up back at home and that it was an easy way to get some money. She then started caressing my balls with the same lightly touching finger tips and working her finger tips up my shaft. The remote would change everything. Sam then turned and took full notice of what position we amateur were in and what we were doing. “So, is that the day you were born?” My breath exploded from me as my orgasm peaked, died. With her legs wrapped around my waist I carried her to her bathroom into the shower, “Daddy if anything bad ever happens to mommy I promise no matter what happens I will always take care of you for the rest of my life.” She was supposed teen to do a strip tease for Master. “Yes, ok Sherlock, you got me.” There was an ever-so-slight bulge in his briefs, but it wasn’t the tell-tale outline of genitalia. She had cum all party over her. My pants hanging low enough to show pubes only serve to hammer dead the angel on her left shoulder, giving complete control of her loins to the Hardcore devil on the other. You are my white whore now and you will fuck any black man that see’s your tattoo.” Sarah asked, casting “What tattoo? Harry carried on his conversation as he ate his meal. Every time the door opened, a frigid air would flush through the office and the rug would get peppered with snow. Both of your marriages lasted the same amount of time. I love it too; the sex when we get home is just amazing. “No precautions at all..most probably Vishnu might had miscalculated about her safe period.” She and I had been talking about sex since we were 13 and she never once gave me any clues that she would be into something like this. That I just did not have.What's this got to do with erotica you ask?