I’m a filthy teenage slut!
written by:
Chris-t6290

Truth be told, I'm actually 21, but I look younger. I like dressing in a schoolgirl uniform; my old one, the skirt of which, although pleated, I manage to make short, exposing my milky white thighs and shapely ass whenever I bend over. Obviously, and in keeping with my image as that of a teenager, I tie my hair in a pigtail as well as wearing a tight fitting blouse and a loosely knotted tie, looking every bit the - teenage - slut that I am.

After school finished, I didn't take the usual ‘gap year', and went straight into college. What I studied doesn't matter, but I have a couple of days free during the week for behaving like an out and out slut.

Giving the impression that I'm a naughty girl who's skipping school, I'll take a train or bus from my hometown to a remote area. There, I'll generally scope out workmen or a group of men, but not in a pub or club; too many for me to otherwise handle. If I don't find any, I'll hang around a street corner, projecting the image of a street whore, but that wasn't what happened on this occasion:

In addition to my schoolgirl attire, I rolled on a pair of navy leggings to just above my knees, and off I set. Taking a train ride after 10am, the passengers gave me all manner of looks, with me staring back at them with a ‘fuck you' glare and smile of contentment.

Having gotten off at my destination, as the train pulled away I raised my middle finger, forcefully, and smirked at the silly fuckers, remarking to myself, I'm gonna get screwed, relentlessly.

Using the internet for more than watching porn clips, I discovered a pub in the area was being renovated and hiring staff. From the station, I soon found the street where it was situated, and gingerly approached it. Hearing the expected noise of the men working, I peered inside.

"What do you want?" a voice behind me said. "Shouldn't you be at school?"

"I noticed there was a job going," I told him, turning around to see a tall thick set man in his late 20's, I'd guess, in dirty overalls, leering at me.

"You're a bit young; what are you, 16?" he rejoined, stroking his stubble chin; a dirty man if ever I saw one, just what I like.

"I'm old enough to work," I told him. "Mind if I have a look around?" I asked, emitting a sultry grin, and one he could not refuse.

"Okay, then," he said, and with some notion as to what I had in mind.

"You lost, luv?" the first of the others to notice me exclaimed, looking up from his newspaper. By now, the noise had stopped as they took their no doubt long tea break.

"She says she's come about the job and wants to look around, so she says," the first one remarked suggestively. "Anyway, what's your name, girly, and more to the point how old are you?" he pressed determinedly.

"I'm Rachel, and I'm 16 years old," I lied.

"No school today?" the second one said. "You'll no doubt get in trouble over that," he added, as I moved around them, giving each one a come-hither smile; six of them in all.

"Whatcha reading?" I asked the last one, a young rogue with short straight brown hair, who was perusing ‘the Sport', a sort of soft-core newspaper for men; these type of men.

"John's got something you might find to your liking," he said, grinning mischievously. A hardcore mag', no doubt, I surmised as I headed to where the ‘Sport' guy indicated with a gesticulation of his head.

"Hold on, are you sure?" the first one exclaimed with concern.

Looking over John's shoulder, I was right. The pages he was looking over showed a white slut being DP'd by two black guys, both with long cocks.

"Yeah, my sister does this sort of modelling," I averred. "You know, they aren't actually fucking," I told them. "They just adopt the pose, take the photo and move on to the next shot. I'm actually thinking of doing it myself; it pays quite well," I added.

"Here you are," he said, giving it to me to look through.

Since we were near the bar counter, their work almost completed I noticed, I set it down and languidly looked through it, my back towards most of them with my shapely young ass sticking out, while between my parted knees I motioned my right hand and stroked my moist pussy.

"That's the trouble with this sort of thing and this country's censorship. People my age are old enough to do it, even have thoughts about it, and I mean real nasty thoughts, but we're considered to be too young to view it and read about it."

"How young were you, Rachel, you know, your first time?" the black worker asked.

"13, and he was big and black, older than me, about ‘Sport' guy's age," I informed him, getting them more relaxed and comfortable with what I wanted. "You haven't told me your names, guys, you know mine, so..." I said, inviting them to respond.

"D'you like it in the backdoor?" the blonde, blue-eyed one smirked, almost sheepishly.

"Do you mean, do I take it up the ass? Maybe I'll let you find out," I blatantly replied, turning around on the smooth bar stool, my legs parted and still toying with my pussy.

"Fuck me! Look at the dirty slut," the blonde, and ‘Sport' guy proclaimed.

"So, you came here looking for a job, then," the first one exclaimed, quickly moving forwards, suggesting he was the boss. "Here you go," he said. And having taken his cock out, he grabbed my arm and pulled me down from the stool. "Suck on that," he told me, motioning me to it.

Still with no names for all of them, then for the telling of my story I've chosen to call them: John, the actual name of the one who was reading the hardcore magazine; Chris, the cheeky blonde; Nigel the ‘sport' guy; Roger who's black; Alex, and Mac, who, as well as seeming to be their boss, was presently hovering his long cock in front of my supposedly teenage mouth.

"Go on, slut, suck it," John encouraged. "Get in some practice for being a model. After you with her boss," he addressed Mac.

I suppose, dear reader, you think I've come from a broken home, badly educated and left to my own devices. Yeah right! If anything, my parent's were too strict with me. Telling me I couldn't do things; that I was too young, made me all the more curious about them and inparticular sex and fucking.

My first time, as already mentioned, was true (no more details permissible), that was followed by my first experience of ass sex and double penetration, mouth and cunt, cunt and ass, it's all the same to me. It wasn't until I was 18 that my body and sexuality developed a hunger for multi-partner sex, and I mean four or more men, with these six being the most to date.

On one occasion, I fucked an entire five-a-side football team that my then boyfriend was a member of. Consequently, and seeing what a slut I was, he dumped me for some former prom queen, unaware that she was a bigger slut than I was back then; now, however...!

Having had a brief mouthful of the first two cocks, which were jammed in me while coaxing me to take all of their length by pulling on my pig tails, Chris was next to face fuck me as I wanked John and Mac, their dicks slick from my saliva.

"Ulph," I vociferated, each time his cock-head went down my supposed teenage throat, causing me to cough up more spittle, which hung in strands from my chin until it broke off.

Nigel presently took his turn, and as with the others pulled me onto him by my hair. His was both long and thick with a bulbous head to match, and although I gagged on it at first, I persevered and soon had inside me, bobbing my head back and forth, my lips sliding along the length of his shaft.

"I wonder if the naughty schoolgirl slut can get two of us in there?" Roger, the tall black guy posed with a distinct lurid smirk.

Having me jerk on Nigel and Chris's cocks, Alex and Roger held theirs out for my attention. Thankfully, in as much as they were long they weren't thick and so I managed to take them into my mouth, but no further; definitely not my throat, even though they both tried.

"Oh yeah, look at this, guys," Roger exclaimed to Mac and John who were busily undoing my blouse and skirt.

"We're more interested in the little sluts ass and tits," Mac told them, having already had me suck and wank their cocks.

"I want her tight teenage cunt, first," John added, having noticed how moist my navy blue panties were before sliding his hand inside them and feeling my wiry pubes. "God, man, she's fucking creaming," he proclaimed, "and she's not shaved, are you, girly," he remarked, delving his fingers, all four of them into my horny wet snatch.

"Umnfgh," I murmured, as I motioned myself back and forth on the cocks in my mouth and John's probing fingers, fucking myself onto them and down as far as the bridge of his hand. The way things were going, I'd be in slut heaven with a pair of them in my cunt as well; don't know about my ass though.

Having loosened my short tie, Mac now had my blouse undone and my naked tits, which are a size ‘B', in the palms of his sweaty hands. "What do you reckon, big enough for tit fucking?" he proffered, just as Roger slipped from my lips, thereby allowing Alex to throat me like the others.

"Yeah, why not," Nigel agreed.

"Let's get the slut stripped, first, then we can all have a piece of her," Mac suggested, leaving me in no doubt as to what that meant; I couldn't wait!

With me soon naked, John and Mac lay on the floor in a scissors position, their cocks upright and touching. Then Nigel and Roger helped to lower me down on top of them, their cocks slipping easily into my well-reamed cunt, from John's earlier ministration. "Emn, ooh," I quivered, as the thick combination opened me up some more, until, letting me go, I plopped down on them, rocking back and forth to begin with.

Part squatting above Mac, Roger had me dribble saliva between my breasts. Then, and having placed his black cock between my milky white tits, he pressed them together and began sliding his sceptre up and down my cleavage. After that, Mac and John motioned me up and down their staid erections, thereby allowing me to stroke Nigel and Chris's while Alex, having turned my head to the right, managed once more to have me suck his nine incher, or so it seemed.

Continuing to toy with my apparently young body for some while, Roger, having pulled and pinched my nipples until they were swollen and aching, finally released them, only to then move behind me.

"Let's get the slut's ass nice and open," he remarked lecherously.

Expecting him to probe me, as I continued riding, sucking and wanking the other five, it was as if he was absent for some moments; after which, I then felt his black hand on my left shoulder motion me forwards some, followed by what turned out to be oil, drip onto the small of my back and trickle down my curple, which was part held open by John led behind me. Seconds after, I felt something solid (not a cock, mind) push against my opening. It was round and dome like, no doubt the handle of a tool that he was using to ‘open me up'.

"Emngh," I uttered a muffled cry, as I was held still by Mac and John while the object, aided by more oil, was pushed further into my receptive anus. Although I'd never had cause to use a butt plug to open myself up, before, I figured this was what it must feel like; quite nice in a pleasurable sort of way.

"Yeah, that looks alright," John exclaimed, at whatever it was lodged, almost, all the way inside me, noticeable by the feel of Roger's warm upper fisted hand against my open buttocks.

"Let's hear how much of a dirty slut you are, Rachel," Roger intimated, suggesting that Nigel take his cock from my mouth; the thick cock that I had once more been enjoyably sucking on. "So, slut, what do you want? Some black dick in your tight white ass, em?" Roger said encouragingly.

"Yes, stick your black dick in my ass and ream it, you black mother fucker!" I exclaimed determinedly. "Go on, take that thing, whatever, from my ass, and give me your fucking ‘Niger' cock. NOW! God dam it," I continued, and without being racist with my use of the ‘N-word'; I just wanted him to ram his dick so far up my asshole for me that I came.

"That's it, fucker," I rejoined, as he mercilessly speared his chocolate stick deep into my anus, causing me to immediately climax, thereby adding much needed lubrication to the forceful ride I was wanting and expecting from Mac and John.

Having each of the other three taken turns in my ‘backdoor', encouraged by my vocal obscenities, and while I held myself open for Nigel, the last one, with his long thick cock pounding me relentlessly, Mac suggested trying me out on something different. Being DP'd on the bar while I got a mouthful of someone's cock, was the first thing that came into my slattern mind.

"Here, let's have the young slut across the ‘Workmate', she'll like that," he exclaimed exuberantly.

The ‘Workmate', a foldable workbench with, in the case of this one, two rectangular sections of wood for the bench, which can be opened vice-like, and at an angle, to hold things; this one was somewhat fully extended.

"There you go, bend over it, slut," Mac told me. Doing his biding, I let my breasts flop, as such, between the opening. Calling Roger forward, Mac had him fill my mouth as expected. Thankfully, before I take one of these excursions, I make a point of cleaning myself down, or is it in there; my ass. Yes, ‘ass to mouth', the one thing the prom queen/slut I mentioned earlier didn't do, although, and unlike me back then, she did do what Mac now proffered:

"Do you like being double dipped, girly?" he said, wanting to go from my ass to my cunt.

"Umngh," I vociferated, with Roger's blackness sliding in and out of my mouth while my arms were extended so that I could once more wank another pair of them stood either side of me. ‘God, if I was inclined to be a whore, how much could I otherwise earn, for the same disrespect they're showing me? Either way, I'm enjoying it all the same.'

"I'll take that as a yes," he said gratifyingly, and proceeded to shove his cock straight into my nicely reamed anus.

"Ulgh," I mumbled, as his forward thrust jerked more than jolted me onto Roger's dick, which somehow found it's way into my throat.

So, there I was, this supposed 16 year old girl having played truant to get herself seriously fucked by these six workmen, now holding my ass cheeks open to whichever of them wanted to fill me up with their cock and shag me silly.

True to his word, Mac moved from my ass to my streaming pussy; they'd mad me cum that much that it slipped in and out with ease. Man, two cocks in my cunt for the first time, and yet I didn't feel that open as he continued fucking me back and forth, back and forth before offering John, his ‘pussy buddy', a go.

Straight into my ass he went, pulling back the head and jerking me forward onto ‘Mac', his cock tasting of cunt and ass juice, and thankfully the former.

"When do we get to DP the slut?" Chris said. Echoed by Nigel and Alex cheering: ‘Yeah, let's give it to her.'

"Hey, don't worry, guys, the willing slut isn't going anywhere in a hurry, and you won't have to work through lunch to make up for lost time," Mac assured them.

"Okay, then," Nigel enthused. "After you with her ass, mate," he said to John.

Come his turn, Nigel had me move my legs further apart as well as my ass cheeks, determined to give me a right screwing - they were workmen after all - with his cock.

"I want the slut, what's your name, Rachel to beg me for it," he rejoined, indicating none of the others fill my mouth.

"Come on then, Nigel, stick your cock up my asshole and fuck me with it, ram it in me, fuck me like the dirty teenage slut that I am. Yes, that's it fucker, more, harder, really lay waste to my ass," I told him encouragingly and lasciviously, as he speared his turgid erection deep into my sphincter.

Not content with how much of it's in me, he placed his hands on mine and pulled my ass wide; wider than it had ever been, it felt. Then, I most certainly felt that, the head of his cock nudging something deep inside my anal dungeon.

"Oh fuck, baby, that's it, Nigel, slam it in me, give me your fucking cock all the way, yes, in my asshole," I somewhat pleaded, as sensations I never yet felt coursed through me. An orgasm, like no other, was stirring, rolling and then rumbling through me.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh God, fuck, your cock, in my ass, yes, fuck me, fu-ck me!" I cried out.

At first it felt like tremors as he continued to lance my asshole, his groin slapping my exposed, pushed back butt sent more ripples of pleasure through me.

"Oh God, oh yes," I continued to cry out - non stop - as the euphoria overwhelmed and consumed me. I felt my legs then my thighs, followed by the bench, shake; my hands held in place by Nigel's.

"Now, fill the sluts mouth while I pork her cunt," Nigel exclaimed dispassionately; to which John, the last one to have me, obliged.

Once Chris and Alex had a go with me, Roger turned me around and laid me on top of it. "I've always wanted to do this with a bird," he said, using the colloquialism for a young woman.

"Open your cunt, slut, real wide," he told me with a leer.

Knowing full well what he had in mind, not only did I open myself up with one hand, but, having grabbed a hold of his sceptre, I jammed it inside my fuck hole for him.

"Yeah, she knows what she likes, don't you, girly," he smirked, just before I extended my arms to wrap around his shoulders as he lowered himself towards me. Then, with one clean sweeping move, Roger stood upright with me impaled on his long black rod.

"How's that for the makings of a DP, guys," he proclaimed, with a sense of achievement. "Who wants her ass first?" he proffered, and moments later I was being bounced up and down like a rag doll on a pair of prize cocks.

"You're all right dirty buggers, screwing my ass the way you have; don't worry, ‘cause I'm fucking loving it. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow with a couple of other schoolgirls for you to nail like this," I boasted emptily.

"Can we get up on the counter?" I presently asked. "Then you can have me three at a time, or whatever," I appealed wantonly and slatternly.

Climbing over Nigel, I rode up and down his lovely long thick cock for a brief period before Roger stopped me. He then gestured me to lean forward and immediately filled the void in my anus with his long firm black dick, not hard, but not what you would call romantic, yetch, I can't be doing with that, and with me so young and such a slut as I am.

"Emn, that's it guys, fuck me. Ohh, I want to feel your cocks slide into me," I said encouragingly, as I moved back and forth on them, still with my legging socks on.

"Here you go, girly," Mac proffered, directing his slickened cock to my eager mouth, which I then wrapped my lips around and, encouraged by his hand, bobbed back and forth on it as I swayed against the other two.

"Fuck, honey, carry on like that and I'll need to lose a load!" Mac soon exclaimed. "But I bet you like that, right, drinking a man's cum? Oh yes, suck it, slut, Mac's gonna fill you full of his hot spunk," he continued, his cock now throbbing in readiness.

"Yeah, let the slut have it, boss, all over her pretty face," one of the other three said encouragingly. And releasing my grip, just as I felt the glans twitch, he withdrew it from me and painted my face with strings of his hot sticky ‘spunk', managing to avoid getting any on Nigel below me, which I quickly licked up so it didn't drip on to him.

"Who's next?" I said invitingly, looking forward to the next lot to cover me, much like that of a warm shower, which, when you think about it, is all it really amounts too, except that it's tasty as well; I don't see what the fuss is about with those women who don't - drink a man's cum.

Taking himself from my ass, Roger, immediately replaced by John, moved to my left side and soon had me sucking his acrid tasting black dick. "Emngf," I murmured, as he fucked himself off in me, my cheeks hollowed out to cause a vacuum of encouragement.

"You know, girly, a Niger's cum," he began, "is more thick and potent. You sure you don't want to swallow it?" ‘No' I nodded, now sliding my tongue snake like around it to facilitate his climax.

Moments thereafter, I felt the first surge spill in my mouth, giving him that chance to eject the first powerful spurt before pulling back so that he could cream my face with the rest, and what a lot it was; landing in my hair as it streaked up my face as well as my eyes, which I managed to shut in time; no doubt causing my mascara to run and make me look more of a slut than I already was, and I had yet to travel home.

Returning it to my mouth, Roger had me suck his black cock dry, a par for all the black men I've had, and there's been many - let me tell you.

After that, the one who just ploughed my ass had me suck him off, with two of them, Alex and finally Nigel, holding me against them and filling my mouth with their hot sticky spunk, emn, very tasty I must say.

Once they'd all cum - over or in me - and none of them offering me a towel to dry my face, I instead used my white blouse, which, smelling of their spunk, would attract even more attention, all of which I regaled.

‘What did you do today?' I thought of my fellow passengers, female and male. I got gangbanged by six workmen, and I enjoyed every mother fucking second of it!

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The following day I returned to work as a ‘Health and safety' inspector. And yes, you've no doubt guessed, it was the pub that I was debauched at yesterday.

Dressed in my normal clothes, my hair out of pigtails and brushed into wispy shoulder length curls while glasses helped to complete my transformation/disguise, they quite obviously didn't recognise me, especially with my authoritarian demeanour.

"You appear to have gotten behind," I started with them, before moving around and checking the finished work while taking notes, occasionally peering over the rim of my transparent lens glasses, to see if they'd twigged, while smiling minxily to myself inside.

"The bar, here, looks a bit marked," I exclaimed. "You haven't been entertaining the odd dancer, have you?" I said, with a forceful, yet straight face. Then, when I came to the workbench they had bent me over, my pussy creamed.

"Well, Mac, isn't it," I addressed him, getting his attention, having placed my clipboard on the ‘Workmate'. "Everything seems to be in order. You just need to get on top of things a bit more," I told him, making an unbeknownst veiled remark to yesterday.

"Okay," he said, still looking at me as I removed my glasses to supposedly clean them.

Then the proverbial penny dropped. "Ra—chel!" he exclaimed in disbelief, just as I put them back on.

With my left hand resting on the bench, my body lent forward, I hitched up my skirt with my other hand, revealing that I wasn't wearing any panties, the backs of my thighs moist from my arousal fluid.

"Which one of you dirty buggers wants to screw me first?" I proffered...! (=what happened next is left to your individual imagination).