My names Nicola I'm 28, though look younger, 5'9'', though I don't seem
all that tall really. I don't mean to sound big headed I have porcelain
white skin, short dark hair, elfin feature and am as skinny as a rake. My
legs are well long and my arse and tits seem larger than what's usually
found on someone of my build yet they're still pert and perky.. I live in
a popular Seaside Town on the South Coast of England and I also drink,
way, way too much.


I live a hectic social life where I pretend to be very chaste but on the
few evenings where I am not meeting friends I get fucked out of my head
on drink and go on a night long search and end up getting reamed by the
most outrageous array of "inappropriate" people .

The reason why I act so chaste in my personal life is out of necessity,
really, as I tend to contract some kind of STD with alarming regularity.
It's so bad how many of the local kids I've made sick when they have
grabbed me and used my cunt as a wank sock.

Sure it's not all I japes. I get roughed up pretty bad some times and at
best I can expect some old drunk to vomit down my tits as he fucks me
down an ally or some little bastard spitting on the back of my head as he
shoves his cock in and out of ringpiece. 

There is only one thing, that gets me about my life and it is not the
constant VD. It's not even that I make myself all pretty before I go out
"for a session" and invariable end up with my clothes in tatters, my
make-up everywhere and basically looking like a beast. No. It's the fact
that after a session I stink. I mean really stink. Sweat, cum, piss and
sick can really make you hum and my god does my cunt smells totally
rotten after a night out. Trust me, I disgust myself and bear in mind
that my gut usually contains about two pints of congealed spunk on top of
a load of booze I usually end up hurling for all I'm worth.

I have started to keep a log of my adventures so here it goes.

I suppose it all started one night when I left a pub after, what turned
out to be a boring evening with friends. There I was tottering along on
my high heels, dressed up to the nines in a vintage dress, clutching a
handbag I got off ebay when my mind began to wonder. As I made my way
down the back streets I happened across a pub. I was dying of thirst and
decided to go in. It was one of those small old places which had carpet
everywhere and a small pool table in the corner. There was about five fat
old men sitting at the bar looking at me like they had never seen a girl
before. Behind the battered bar was a brute of a man who was polishing a
glass and looking at me meanly......

Fuck this, I thought and plonked myself on available stool at the bar and
ordered a vodka and tonic. The brute served it to me and I took a sip. It
had been a tall glass but there was precious little tonic in it. It was
more or less pure Vodka.

I got chatting with all the blokes and they were all right, I suppose. It
wasn't long before one of them, as bold as you please, starts feeling my
arse up. It surprised me all the more but I didn't so a damn thing about
it. That was nothing, though, compared to my next memory. There I was
with my head bobbing up and down, my lips wrapped around his greasy, fat
cock. I remembered him grabbing my head and holding it down, roaring like
a fucking monster as he literally pissed cum into my gob. Everybody
cheered and laughed except for me. I was busy coughing, gagging and
spluttering. The taste was beyond foul, like cheese, bleach smell and
rotten milk. It was as lumpy as Hell too, like fucking porridge.

I don't remember if I took my dress off, or if it was taken off of me,
but I do remember just being in my stockings and suspenders and heels and
guys holding my legs painfully open as one bastard sawed his fat cock
in-and-out of my fanny and another held my own knickers to my face and
encouraged me to lick the crotch.

They were all jeering and slapping me as the man up my cunt unloaded his
stodge into me, letting out rough grunts as he did so. He dismounted and
shook his cock above me like he had just taken a piss. Little white
droplets landed on my tits and stomach.

`Have some of that you fucking whore,' he said.

He walked away and a big fat bastard with a huge hairy belly waddles up
with his small penis in his hand. The guys at my leg pulled my legs apart
even further causing pain. The fat man's cock slipped up like a knife
through butter. I must have been a sloppy mess down there.

The man with my knickers took his own rotten cock (which he had been
wanking the whole time) and stuck in my mouth, unloading almost straight
away. It was foul, I mean really foul. Unbelievably, even to myself and
struggling a bit, I swallowed it all down. Two loads by two different men
in that same day; Jesus, what was I doing?

After taking his limp cock from my mouth he wiped his cock on my
knickers. The man fucking my hole growled and I could feel a slimy, warm
wetness spread in my innards. Everyone cheered and he held his arms up
like he had just scored a goal or something and roared, his big beer gut
wobbling and undulating. He then looked at me like he was angry and
called me a `fucking disgusting pig'. Well you've just had your
unprotected cock up my chuff, I thought..

The man with my knickers handed them to the swine that had just fucked
me, who in turn wiped his cock clean on them. 

He then spat at me and warm dollop of flob landed on my tits, dripped
down my stomach and collected in my pubes.

My right leg dropped as the guy who had been holding it open let go of
it. I tried to close my legs to get some relief but this was not to be as
one of the guys who had fucked me grabbed hold of it and pulled it,
spreading me even wider.

`Be nice,' I said. My voice was croaky with the two loads I had
swallowed. There must have been spunk still in my throat.

Jesus Christ, this was the wrong thing to say as a hale of abuse and spit
rained down upon me. And as if to answer me that fat bastard who had been
holding my leg, asked that I be turned over. When they had flipped me
over so I was bent over the bar couch, cum started to drip down the
insides of my thighs and I felt rough hands grabbing my arse cheeks and
pulling them painfully apart, I then heard someone clearing their throat
and felt a globdule of spit land on my arsehole. Oh no. I had never been,
or wanted to be, buggered. I didn't have time to collect my thoughts and
I remember the feeling of his helmet smudging the spit into my sphincter
and then, oh my god, it was like the biggest shit ever was going in the
wrong direction. The air was forced out my lungs as I gripped the couch
and grunted in a way which, somehow didn't sound like me as it seemed way
too gruff. 

By God, did I regret the `be nice' bit as this bastard was answering me
in a viscous way. If it had been up my cunt it would have been the most
brutal fucking ever. The fact that it was up my virgin arse made it all
the worse. Tears were streaming out of my eyes now and all of sudden this
was becoming not even remotely fun anymore. It then dawned on me that I
had knowingly wondered into an old men's pub in order to feed myself with
booze and had ended up sucking one of their cocks which lead up to this
situation. This was what I was; this was the real me. The prudish Nicola
that my friends new was just a façade. In reality I was born to be a
whore. Realising this made it a little better and concluded with the fact
that this was sure to be the first buggery I would suffer out of many. I
might as well get used to it.

I was not making the normal fuck sounds as the man rammed his cock in and
out of my poo tube in his merciless sodomy. It was more like the sounds
you make in the toilet after a prolonged bout of constipation. My head
smashed against the wall as he shoved into me mightily as he came. They
liked this. He pleased his public by rocking his hips in quick jerking
motions and making my head smack against the wall with a thock, thock,
thock.

It felt worse when he pulled his winkle out of bum and I felt strangely
empty. I tried to catch my breath as I had found it difficult to breathe
with that thing up my shitter. This was to be sort lived, however. With a
`get ready for this, you cunt,' another cock was forced through my
ringpiece. Hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me away from the wall
and another old git sat his disgusting, obese, hairy sweaty body in front
of me. Clutching his filthy cock with one hand forced my head down upon
it with the other. I was overwhelmed with the unmistakably pungent taste
of cunt on it, and it wasn't mine. Oh God, whose the Hell was it and
where had she been. Nowhere good judging by the unwashed tang.

As they all took turns brutally sodomising me their constant commentary
became more basic and more and more savage. Between bestial grunts it was
all: `Bitch', `whore', `slut', `cunt', `tramp', `pig', `ripper' and
`slag'. The more verbose mixed it up a little with `cum guzzling pig',
`filthy tramp', `backdoor bitch', `stinking ripper', `grubby cunt' and
`skinny slag'.

The way they were doing it wasn't like you see girls getting done in the
pornos it was more like they were fucking me up the arse like I was a
boy. I can remember at one point someone blurted: `She ain't gonna be
able to shit proper for a month.' Bastard. He wasn't wrong, my arse
burned insanely and I could feel my crap being mashed and pushed back up
into my guts and then glued there with cum.

At the front men would shove their dirty cocks in my mouth. I had now
lost count of how much gunk I had swallowed and it was all sticking to my
teeth and clogging my throat.

I remember during this savage spit roasting a knock at the door and one
of the men opening it. I heard a massive cheer and turned to see another
load of dad and uncle types walk into the pub glaring crazily at me
calling me all the cunts under the sun and commenting on their
compatriots gut and cock-sizes. Someone must have made a phone call.

I counted them. Another fifteen. Oh no. With that much more testosterone
it got really rougher and more abusive. And here I found the paradox; I
love cocks more than anything, but I absolutely hate men. I was
unceremoniously picked up by what felt like a thousand hands, my legs
painfully pulled apart and plonked on a the cock of this morbidly obese,
balding, sweating old pervert. Then someone came and stuck their cock up
my bumhole. Owww! This was the worst pain I had ever felt one in each
hole. God. The wind was knocked out of me and I can remember them in
hysterics at how my eyes boggled. Bastards. One wiry little dickhead with
a massive cock stood over the fat git at front and shoved his big willy
in my mouth. His huge dangly balls smacked against my chin as he rocked
back and fourth. My arms were grasped and I felt a pair of cocks being
planted in each of my hands and before you know it I was giving it the
cross-country skier one.  Every now and again, between blow jobs, someone
shoved a bottle of whisky between my lips, pulled my head back and poured
a load in. The taste on the rim of the bottle told me they had shoved it
up me.

It all became a whir and I remember feeling cum dripping from my face and
one of my eyes being gummed shut. My cunt and arse hurt like hell and I
felt warm wetness from my bum cheeks to my ankles.  The stink of sex was
incredible and that along with the whiskey was making me feel sick. One
bottle was already rolling around the floor at this point and they had
started me on the second. As well as my own I was tasting a lot of other
peoples cunts on the new groups cocks and didn't know which was worse;
was it prostitutes or their disgusting old wives? There couldn't many
girls like me giving themselves to the likes of this lot and a small part
of me hoped that sometimes the barmaids of the pubs they go to put out
for extra cash.

Either they'd run out of cum or they were disgusted by the stinking mess
I had become. Either way the majority of them were now gathered around
the pool table and chuckling as they cued up the balls. Their
sticky-looking used up cocks dangled playfully. Only the really ugly ones
were bothering to take turns on me know and even they were clearly
getting bored. I had been relegated to being slightly better then a wank.
Drunk on cum and booze I was a total mess both physically and mentally,
grunting like an animal. I suppose the lowest point came when one of them
shoved his limp dick in my mouth and I dutifully took and suckled. All of
a sudden my mouth was full of rank, salty water and I was overwhelmed by
the aroma of piss. I swallowed it down like some kind of cunt but it was
just too much in all senses. Jerking my head off of his piss dripping
cock I gagged, wretched and heaved. It was by far the worst thing I have
ever tasted. Naturally they all laughed.

I lay in a pool of piss and discarded cum, groaning, for a long while.
Occasionally I would get a boot in my bum or some foreign object shoved
up me. I could here the click of camera shutters. They positioned me in
various weird poses until I had enough and decided to leave.

`Where's my dress,' I asked looking around at the pub which resembled
Bedlam.

One of the men held it up and laughed as he ignited a lighter and set
fire to the hem. I nearly cried as it went up in a great woof! They all
laughed and cheered. It had cost me an arm and a leg on ebay.

I was in shock when the manager and a couple of others helped me to my
feet and shepherded me out of the pub and into the cold street. Even
worse then the piss this must have been the most debasing part of the
evening as, with them fully clothed and me in just stockings, suspenders
and heels and covered in their cum and piss, was actually hanging out
with them, in the street, having a cigarette.

They were a bit nicer with me, though I was still `cunt', `whore',
`ripper', `slut', `tramp' and `slag' to them. One of them even put his
arm around me like I was his girlfriend, or something. He quickly
recoiled at the whiff and lovingly spat at me. If one of them asked me to
be his bit on the side, these blokes who I wouldn't even had acknowledged
before and had just used me like toilet paper, I would have smiled
broadly and jumped into his arms.

We finished our ciggies, I jumped and screamed when one of the bastards
stubbed his out on one of my arse cheeks, and I began to follow them
inside when the bar manager turned to block my way.  My hopes raised when
he delicately took my chin lifted my head gently, as if he was going to
kiss me passionately, and spat a great coughed-up effort right in my
face. He put something moist into my hands, walked into the pub and
slammed the door behind him. I heard the lock go.

So there I was, naked, except for my stockings (which were laddered to
fuck), suspenders and heels dripping with piss and cum, four o'clock in
the morning like some kind of base grade skank. Which is what I was now,
I suppose. Gingerly I unfurled my fist to see whatever the damp article
he had put in my hand. There bunched up and covered in a sticky mess were
my own knickers. The white goo contrasted with the skimpy black material
and my God did they stink. It would have been something, but there was no
way I was going to put them on, even in my current state.

Unsteady on my legs I began the slow walk home. It was aggravating as I
swear I could steel feel a cock up my arse. My anus was definitely unable
to retract just yet. I kept to the quiet back streets, my heels clicking
of the payment. When I had been staggering along for twenty minutes and
was just around the corner from my flat, it all became too much......  I
began to feel mightily queasy. It was then I realised that sandwiched
between the piss and booze sat around two pints of congealing sperm. I
held myself up on some railings and heaved but nothing was forthcoming. I
desperately needed to purge myself. Frightful at the depths to which I
had sunk I opened my hand and stared at my spunk soaked knickers and
shook my head in disbelief at what I was about to do. Forcing all the air
out of my lungs I held the soggy garment to my nose and breathed in for
all I was worth. The smell was indescribable but had the desired effect.
I thought about drunken old men and what nastiness filled their saggy
balls as I doubled over and threw up jets of yellowish, creamy liquid. I
let go of the railing and fell on my hands and knees. The smell of pissy,
cummy, boozy spew was too much and I puked again. Coughing and
spluttering I looked down at the sick it was pure liquid of sorts and it
dawned on me that the only thing I had eaten that day was old men's lumpy
spunk.

I heard scampering and looked around to see a stray dog that I recognised
because often at around this time when I was on my way home I would see
him tear at a discarded kebab and want to take him home with me. He came
to me and sniffed my behind. Oh no. I felt his paws clambering on my
sides as he mounted me and I could feel his slick cock jabbing into my
arse. He was a strong little bastard. His hind legs leapt up and
continued to jab wildly until, just like that, it slipped right up my
rotten chuff.  There I was, this was me, practically naked, on all fours,
facing my own sick which was around 10% booze, 10% piss and 80% cum being
savagely fucked by a bloody stray dog.

Jesus did he pump and it really hurt. But it was about to get whole lot
worse. He rammed in really hard and I felt something growing, and I mean
really fucking big. I could feel my eyes boggle as what felt like a
grapefruit grew in my cunt. He jerked crazily and I could feel we were
now locked together. Bollocks. People were sure to be rising soon. Then
great big jets of cum seemed to shoot right up into my guts. Oh my God,
doggy cum. Could I possibly get any lower. I would soon find out.

I was there, maybe, fifteen minutes with this hairy bastard scratching
the hell out of my arse with his hind legs as he tried to push himself
off me with his hind legs. My judas vag was not giving up though, clamped
around his knot as it was. Eventually, there was a sloppy sucking sound
and he bounded off into the early morning. It seemed like males of all
creations lost interest in me pretty sharpish after they had shot their
bolts.

I stayed there, on my hands and knees, for a while when I was aware of a
small form walking up the street towards me. It was the paper boy. Oh no.
He must be all of eleven or twelve. I was then about to do something that
was going to define me forevermore.

He froze as he saw me, naked on all fours in front of a pool of sick but
this was nothing to the expression on his face when I shakily stood up so
that he could see me in all my skinny, skanky glory.

He looked at me quizzically and mumbled, `Cunt?'

This really surprised me. Was it an innate thing with males that this was
what it was and that is what they should call me?

`Yes?' I said with my hands on my sticky, scratched hips.

`Why are naked?' He asked.

`Come and I'll show you.' I took his little hand in mine and led him to
any where there was some bins that we could hide behind. `Have you ever
seen a naked woman before?'

He shook his head.

`Stick your fingers up here,' I said pointing at my messy snatch.

Gingerly he reached his hand out and squeezed four fingers up my chuff
and rummaged around. When he pulled his hand out his fingers looked like
they were covered in a thick cream. I watched as he slowly brought his
hand up to his nose and recoiled almost immediately.

`Ugh!'

`Stinks doesn't it?'

`Yeah,' he said.

`Come on, you've seen mine lets have a look at yours.'

Slowly he unzipped his flies and pulled out a teeny little willy with
smooth, hairless balls. This'll be a pleasant change I thought.... I lay
down in front of him and spread my legs. `Now stick that where you just
shoved your fingers.'

Little bastard clambered aboard quick enough. That's not all he did
quick. He made much of a deal out of shoving in and out of me for two
seconds and then squirted a little load. Fuck this I needed nutrients.

I shoved him off and took his little fellow into my mouth. I had made it
taste terrible. I instructed him and it wasn't long before he was pushing
my head back and fourth and spouting: `suck my cock you whore, bitch,
pig, slut, cunt...' etc.

With a violent shuddering he shot a few jest of cum in my mouth. I sat
back on my haunches and looked at him rolling it around my mouth.
Compared to the old drunks it tasted pretty damned good, kind of delicate
in flavour. I swallowed it nosily and gave him a big smile. I got up,
ruffled his hair and continued my progress home. I could feel his eyes on
my naked arse as I walked down the ally, my heels echoing off the
enclosed walls.

I would learn later that that short coupling, that I had managed to make
the boy really sick. The local papers the next week were rife with the
"Mystery of the boy infected with VD".  That'll teach him.

It was just after five in the morning, and, as it was Saturday nobody had
risen yet just a few blokes. I wanked them all of as that all I could do
and they all me a cunt, repeatedly. They finished of by cumming all over
my fanny, legs and shoes. Now I had aching arms to go with my aching jaw.
One of them gave my arse a right wack before trundling off. Just opposite
where I lived there were offices with mirrored glass on the windows. It
was then that, for the first time since all this began, I caught sight of
myself. Black high-heels clouded with spunk drops, skinny long legs all
buckled like a newborn deer (coated in the remnants of tattered stockings
that were horribly uneven), a dark, messy triangle of spunk matted pubes,
flat stomach with sperm tracks that were coming from my bruised but perky
tits, a gaunt face that had visceral liquid dried all over it, blue eyes
that looked crazily psychotic (one of which was horribly red), and short
dark hair slick with cum. Wait a minute, what the hell was that on my
forehead.  There in large thick letters was a T, backwards N, backwards U
and a backwards C written in permanent marker. Now you know how I got my
most prominent nickname.

I entered the building wear I lived, and I must have woken up the mad old
black guy who lives below me because one of the last things I remember
was him furiously humping my already sore cunt as I tried to get up the
stairs. This would become a recurring theme in my life two. One time he
invited me in with a load of his mates to smoke dope. I didn't leave
there for two days. The state of my after that was beyond imagination and
I had to take two weeks off of work, but that's another story. Let me
finish of my "origin" so to speak.

I awoke the next day at around noon... I don't know what got me first,
whether it was the splitting pain, the nausea or the foul smell. It was
probably all three. I notice that I was sleeping in a `Y' formation with
my legs wide apart because they wouldn't close. My cunt was as swollen as
fuck and looked badly bruised. My arsehole was in not much a better state
and burned to high hell. My jaw was slack and ached to as did my arms
with all the wanking. To add to all this I was suffering the usual heavy
hangover. The unwholesome stink was really getting to me though and I
pulled back the covers to open a window and let some air in.

My normally, oh so neat snatched looked horrible. All puffy, red and blue
and my pubes were in stiff tangles of dried cum. Yuk. I got to my feet
and collapsed instantly. My damned legs wouldn't work. Crawling all over
to the window I heaved up the sash and gulped in as much fresh air as I
could.

There was an almighty rumble in my guts. Oh god. All that spunk and booze
had given me the shits. I crawled quickly over to the toilet and pulled
my self up the porcelain bowl and plonked myself down on it.  I cried
with the pain as for a long while my battered bowels refused to open, I
gripped the sides of the bog and winced with my knees knocking together.
After God knows how long there was an explosion. What the Hell had I
become? I felt dry cum all over me and it made my skin feel nasty and
stiff. I thought that this stuff was supposed to be good for skin. Well
it ain't judging by the rashes I came out in. Shakily I held a small hand
mirror and looked at myself. Pasty, my short hair was a stiff mess and my
spunk mingle mascara had run in streaks all the way down my face. My
puffy cracked lips had replaced my cute little mouth. I crawled back over
the floor and came across a curious stiff black ball that was covered in
a thick white dust. I picked it up; it was stiff, catatonic. My knickers
from the night before. The cummy stink coming from them was amazingly
heady. I hauled myself back in bed were I would remain for the next two
days.

Over the next two weeks I found that I had vaginal discharge, difficulty
urinating and then when I did it was fucking projectile urination and I
experienced off-cycle menstrual bleeding (phew! I wasn't preggers at
least). My cervix appeared anywhere from normal to the extreme.

I also had the continuous urge to shit and my rectum was inflamed and
tender. Chronic gut cramps pasty skin, irritability, weakness, dizziness
and shortness of breath. You guessed it, I had contracted gonorrhea and
proctitis. Stop moaning, you've had the good stuff, you can have the
after effects and all.

Oh well this was me from now on, and my God how my life changed. I have
since encouraged my mates, down the same road as myself and have told
them to write in about it. I also have tons of these stories I need to
get them down so keep tuned, yeah? Wicked!  


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