Legend of the Seaside Slags - Fay's Origin

My mate Nicola encouraged me to write about my escapades and gave me a
copy of the stuff she had written so far to look at. So here it goes,
bear with me OK.

I'm Fay, sixteen (still at school), 5' 4" , what you might call a
high-street beauty, I carry a little bit of puppy fat (we can't be all
skinny bitches like Nicola) but I'm not overweight. My platinum blond
hair is cut into a short, fashionable, asymmetrical bob. My initiation
into the world of real perversion came one night after I'd been clubbing.

There I was all huddled up at the bus stop in my mini-dress and heels.
Contemplating the taste of spunk off some random guy I had sucked off in
the bogs in the club. Not too good at all, actually.

The street was completely dead except for a filthy vagrant who held his
hand out towards me as he staggered by.

`Eeer, fuck off from me you dirty tramp,' I said.. He just shook his fist
and wondered off.

Rolling my eyes and tapping my heels, I wondered where the bleeding bus
was when I saw a group of five guys walking down the street towards me.
As they got nearer I saw that they were my dad's mates.

`All right,' I said flashing a smile and hoping to God there weren't
strings of goo all over my teeth.

`All right Fay,' they said, and stopped. It was strange the way they were
looking at me. Almost angry, like.

`What have you been up to, eh?' Said one of them, Jim, a wirey weasel of
a bloke and I instinctively wiped the corners of my mouth with my fingers
in case they could see exactly what I'd been doing.

`Nothing,' I said. `Just clubbing.'

They all went into big monologues of what it was like back in their day,
which went on for about 20 minutes. Then things got darker. They started
to talk about the girls they had fucked referring to them as slags, sluts
and tarts. It was mighty unnerving how they kept on saying stuff like,
`Oh, she looked just like you,' or, `she was dressed just like you.' I
borrowed some chewing gum of one of them so that they wouldn't be able to
detect cum on my breath, just in case.

`You want any coke?' one of them offered.

`Yeah sure,' I said.

The next thing I remember, was huffing white piles from between his
finger and thumb like a trooper. They gave me fucking loads. Coke makes
me fruity, see, and before you know it. Well, I was up against the bus
shelter getting off with him if you please.

The next thing I remember was my skirt being half way up my waist and his
hand in my knickers and half way up my cunt and the sound of my dad's
other mates laughing. One of them said, `see, I told you she was a slag.'
Fuck you I thought.

More coke and then someone pulled out a bottle of rum and that was that.
I was sitting down again at the bus stop sucking on one of their knobs. I
had always stuck to boys my own age and I found noshing on mature cock
really strange. I'm not sure I liked it but I did it anyway. He came
loads and it tasted really foul. All acrid and bitter and watery. Yuk.
There was no way I was going to swallow this bollocks. They had other
ideas, though, I felt a big man hand grab the back of my hair and wrench
my head back violently.

`Swallow it you fucking bitch!' Nice.

I closed my eyes tightly and gulped down the nastiness in my mouth. It
took two attempts and they shook my head about, ensuring I wouldn't bow
and spit, with no respect at all.

I don't know if I was coaxed or not but the next thing I remember was
pulling my knickers down stepping out of one leg hole but keeping the
other around my ankle, spread my legs as wide as they'd go and in my
drunk and high state shouted, `come on then you bastards.'

A lot must have happened between then and my next memory though I can't
remember none of it. The next thing I do know I've got the hem of my
dress pulled up and the top pushed down so my dress was around my waste,
with my tits out and everything (they kept on slapping them and saying
that they were "flabby", the cunts). Two men were holding my legs apart
as I rode the cock of a third. One of them was holding my knickers to my
face so that I could huff cocaine that had been heaped in the crotch.
Yes, with every blast I was getting a big whiff of my own fanny. Yet
there I was, some of my dad's mates holding my legs apart as one of them
sticking his big cock in and out of me, face in my own coke filled
knickers while a couple of others slapped my tits around and called me
whore.

My head shot up as I felt the guy shoot his warm load in me; had I
remembered to take my pill? I hadn't planned on getting fucked tonight,
just maybe suck a cock for drink and drugs which is all I had done up to
this point. I was unceremoniously hoisted up and I could feel cum seeping
out of me.

They held me for a while and my legs ached. Another sat down and they
lowered me onto his stiffy. Pain, that's what I remember, even through
the coke.

`Wrong hole,' I blurted, my eyes boggling, `You won't get it in I'm too
small up there.'

One of them stood in front of me, smiled and punch me hard in the gut. I
thought they were just being nasty but I realise now that it was to get
some kind of physical reaction. The wind was knocked out of me and I felt
my anus expanding, I slid down on the cock easily enough. But then it
bloody hurt. One of them could see what was coming and clamped a coke
encrusted five-pound note between my teeth.

I bit down hard and grimaced like Hell.

The man who had punched me only took his cock out and stuck it my sopping
chuff, didn't he. I was fucking stuffed.

`Don't put your cocks in her mouth when there's one in her arse, lads,'
the one fucking my cunt advised. `She'll bloody bite it off.'

He weren't lying, I tell you. I was biting down as hard as I could on the
fiver and growling like a beast.

The ones that were standing about resorted to cumming on my face and
gumming up my bloody eyes. It all went up my nose too, and collected a
shit load of coke when they gave me more to snort out of my own knickers.
`It'll help take the pain away,' one of them said shoving my head in my
pants. Oh yeah, right, I thought.

I know that some girls like it, but the feeling of having a great big
cock up your bum and then it shoot a load of spunk into your guts was not
pleasant at all. Have everyone calling you a cunt and whore at the same
time and you've got a rough idea as to where I was. One of them kept
calling me dickhead for some reason.

There are always worse points in these situations and I suppose the
lowest point came when the tramp I had abused came shuffling past and to
his delight they made me suck his filthy piss-stinking cock and then gave
him a free go on my vag. I was so high on coke at the time I wasn't even
that bothered when he blew his rotten lot up me. I did voice my
complaints when they gave him my bloody dress, though. They held up my
knickers to my face and there was a good couple of lines piled in the
crotch area. I snorted it up noisily.

`That's the last you're getting you filthy, junky whore that's well over
two grams you've had.'

Without prompting I stuck my tongue out and licked the crotch of my
knickers clean. Yes, I did get the unmistakable taste of my own vag.
Christ, tasting myself was the least hideous thing I had done this night.
I looked up at them trying to stop my eyeballs rolling in the back of my
head and said, `I've earned it, ain't I.'

My answer came in a right hard slap to my face.

I remember them lining up neatly, me, stark bullock naked, on me knees,
mouth open, them wanking off into my mouth, me with a mouth full of their
cum, and with a few struggling gulps downed the lot. I felt sick.
Instinctively I coughed and gagged, grimaced and burped. I honestly have
never swallowed more than one bloke's load in an evening. God knows how
much of their vile gunk I had consumed tonight. I swear to God I could
feel lots of little sperm swimming around my gut and fighting with one
another.

Just like that they all fucked off leaving me there on my knees, naked
except for me shoes and all full of cum. Oh, they flung my knickers back
at me which I used them to wipe all the old cum off my face.

Yeah, you're gonna here this a lot from us, ok. The old walking back home
naked except for shoes and clutching our used up knickers if we're lucky.
But it's the truth so help me. With the exception of a few car horns I
wasn't bothered on the way home on this first night of true skankdom.
That'll all come later, don't you worry.

I crept in the front door, it was all dark and then was about to creep
upstairs to my bedroom when the lights in the living room came on. There
I was in front of my dad, arse out, tits out, cunt out and crusty with
cum and coke.

`What the Hell's the meaning of this?' he held his mobile out at me. With
horror I took it and saw that his mates had taken photos and videos of
the event. There was shit I don't remember doing at all and it looked
like someone else. There was me cock in my cunt, legs being held open and
one of the others flobbing into my open mouth. The next with my eyes
shut, clearly swallowing it. There was a picture of me being fucked and
waving at a full bus that was driving past and a video clip of me
spouting the most atrocious stuff like `I'm a cum loving slut,' smiling
broadly with a load of goo covering my face and hanging in snotty strings
from my chin, and `up the bum please' with a cock up my arse, no less.
The worst was `look at my flabby tits wobble,' them slapping my boobs
around.

`You're a fucking disgrace to this family,' he roars, punching me full in
the face. He then drags me over to the couch by my hair and drags me on
to it. My heart beat like a bastard as he stood over me but worse was to
come. He unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the floor. A massive
cock with huge balls swayed menacingly above me. Oh no. There was no love
or passion in the way he just shoved it up me and furiously pumped. It
was all kind of angry really. I tried to tell him that I might have
forgotten to take my pill but my mouth was smothered by his hairy
shoulder. All I could do was glared at the stairway as he thrust into me
and grunted. Just then I saw a skinny little figure peering down the
stairs. It was my thirteen-year-old little brother and his eyes widened
like saucers. We must have looked a sight, me with a fresh shiner and my
legs spread and our dad's arse bobbing up and down violently in the
middle of them. I then saw my brothers hands go down the front of his
shorts and shake about wildly. Ah, I thought, it'll be you and your
grubby little mates next.

My dad seemed to fuck me for ages before, with a great, big angry grimace
he pumped his load from balls I had been shot from a mere sixteen years
prior. I had sobered up a tad, by this point, so I could really feel his
cock jerk and strain in my cunt as it squirted away. Christ, if this hits
the spot it'll be a fucking retard, I thought to myself.

He then climbed off me and stood above me angrily and breathing deeply.
His dong, covered with our juices, swung gently. I instinctively reached
out and took hold of it. It was the biggest I'd ever seen. I felt
strangely proud of him and couldn't wait for him to have a go on Nicola
and my other mates.

He talked to me softly and gently, almost kindly, but what he was saying
was anything but. He told me that he owned me and that I was to give him
any money I made on my escapades. I told him I hadn't made any money,
wait a minute, there seemed to be something stuck up my arse. I reached
under me and tugged out what felt like a scrunched-up bit of paper from
my own bumhole. Unfurling it, I noticed it was a five pound note with
"this is what you're worth written across it".

`Great,' my dad said, `there was five of them so that makes you a
pound-a-go. Have some self-respect.' Self-respect, I'd just been fucked
by his mates at a bus stop, and a tramp what got it for free, walked home
naked and been humped by my own dad.

He picked up his jeans and fished pulled a pound coin out of one of the
pocket. He held it towards me and said, `here, the going rate; now suck
my cock.'

The taste of cock, all the men I had been fucked by and my own cunt was
well strong. I couldn't believe it but I had me hand downstairs and was
quietly getting myself off. He grabbed the back of my head roughly and
controlled the whole game with no concern to my comfort. `Suck it! Suck
it! Suck!" He said, each `Suck it!' louder and more manic than the last.
He then started to go crazy, grabbing my head with both hands and shoving
me further down his cock. He was mumbling all kinds of nonsense which
comprised of the words: `whore, bitch, you, skank, tits, your, guzzling,
pound-a-go, slut, pig, spunk, stinking, dickhead,' in different orders.

That reminded me, I do take pride in my personal hygiene, but like how
Nicola gets (believe me I have experienced it first hand, and blimey) I
did stink.

With that he came, a lot. It took four hearty swallows along with coughs,
gags and burps to get it down and when I managed to get my head free I
was still sucking it off my teeth. Wow, weird, this is what I would taste
like had I not been born. I was actually related to this muck.

After wiping his cock off on my hair, he looked at me all disgusted like
and gobbed a massive bit of greeny spit on my face, grabbed his jeans and
went off to bed. Leaving me there naked and on my knees with a belly full
of curdling sperm. The way it felt I would say that one or more of these
guy's genes did not get on at all; I felt well ill.

I began to ascend the stairs and saw a load of chunky white dribbles on
the banister. It must have come from my brother. Absentmindedly I wiped a
dribble off with my finger and brought it too my nose. It smelt young and
healthy compared with what I had. What the Hell, I couldn't really do any
worse then I already had and brought my cum dripping fingers to my lips.
I couldn't really taste fuck all. So, with my new found way of life
ducked my head and licked it all up from the banisters. Bad aunty. It was
fucking lush compared to foul gunk I had guzzled this night, delicate and
clean in flavour. My gut grumbled angrily as, naked and licking my
fingers, I went to the bathroom to shower and prepare for bed.

I was well lucky. Compared to the other girls in our little crew I got
away very lightly on my first adventure. A punch to the gut, a little
black eye, no STDs and I breathed a huge sigh of relief much later when I
discovered that I wasn't pregnant. Fuck, I didn't even throw up, kept all
that cum down like a good girl. But like I said; all that would come
later.


Please feel free to send feedback or just plain rip into me and Nicola at
nikkht@rock.com

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