The patch of green in the middle of the estate was known as the park. There was a little children’s play park with swings, a slide, a climbing frame and a roundabout. After dark, It was the teenager’s hangout. The girls would sit in the play park, swaying idly on the swings or spinning on the roundabout while the boys circled around them on their BMX bikes. When they were younger, the BMX boys couriered drugs on their bikes, then they graduated to carrying guns. They were the foot soldiers of the dealers, the big boys who ran the estates and surrounding areas. The BMX boys would have a burner phone and would drop anything as soon as they got a call.
There was a routine when one of the boys wanted to get off with a girl. It was never a case of just walking up to the girl and asking her if she wanted to or saying that they fancied them. Instead, the boys would gather and discuss among themselves who they fancied. We could see them glancing over and we’d spend our time discussing them back and trying to work out who they were going to choose. Then one of the girls who hung around with them, or slags as we called them would saunter over. She’d look disdainfully at us then announce that so and so wanted to see whichever one of us had been picked.
It was a ritual. We’d cheer and clap as the girl slid down off the climbing frame, straightening her skirt or tugging up her trackie bottoms. We’d all watch and judge her eagerness or reticence by the speed of her walk, wondering if she had pulled a dud or not.
We’d wait and watch while the two of them would disappear behind the bins or into an empty stairwell. Then, usually within a few minutes, the boy would walk back out, swaggering with a grin plastered across his face. The girl would more than likely follow with a “is that all it was?” expression on her face.
There was one night though when we all got a floor show. Chantel was in the phone box trying and failing to get in a hold of her Dad when her on-off boyfriend Dean showed up. He opened the door and went inside and we could see them through the glass. The stupid bitch must have thought that because it was dark, we couldn’t see her. She either never noticed the light was on in the phone box or the dirty slut didn’t care. Either way, we could see Dean with his hands all over her. She was still in her school uniform and he’d her blouse unbuttoned and her boobs scooped out in seconds. He turned her so she had her tits and face pressed against the glass. Everyone just watched and wolf-whistled as he took her from behind. Her red nipples rubbed against the glass the whole time.
No one knew who posted the footage online. Loads of people had their phones out recording it but no one admitted to it. I remember Chantel screaming in fury when she was sent the link to the porn site. She was more upset that they had titled the clip, ‘dirty schoolgirl chav slut’ than the fact it had been posted online.
“I’m not a fucking chav,” she’d pleaded ruefully as we sat on the roundabout, spinning aimlessly waiting for something to happen.
Kayleigh had lost her virginity to one of the BMX boys just like the rest of us. She wasn’t special, she just thought she was better than us. Kayleigh had dreams. She wanted to have the trappings, the gold jewellery, the designer labels, the lifestyle from the magazines. And she had decided just how to get it. She wasn’t content with a quick shag or a finger behind the bins with the BMX boys, she wanted more.
Terry used to ride his BMX around us too. We’d sit and smoke while he’d try and do wheelies to impress us. Terry was a few years older than us. He’d graduated from couriering drugs around the estate to being trusted to look after the guns and bring them when needed. He’s in with the big boys now and everyone has learnt to give him the respect he craves.
Terry has a temper but at the same time, he’s a good looking bloke. There were rumours that he’d done a couple of hits on dealers who didn’t toe the line. Or maybe they were just people who didn’t bow down to the men who ran the estate. Either way, now he sits in his car, demanding respect and expects us to be impressed with him just because of who he is and who he works for. There’s some other kid riding around on a BMX who carries the gun for him now.
Kayleigh had decided she wanted Terry. The first we knew what she was up to was when she came out of the stairwell of her flat dressed in the shortest dress she had. The strip of blue fabric barely covered the curve of her arse. She’d had to reach down and tug the hem of the dress down twice to stop the fabric from rising up and flashing her fanny at us. We could clearly see the black lace stocking tops and the bare flesh above them.
She walked past us without a word. Her face was caked in more slap than the rest of us had on put together, Her tits were virtually falling out the top of her dress. She looked such a skank. She tottered over to Terry’s car in her platform heels. We could all see Terry watching her approach. She leant down at the car window, her tits almost falling into his lap. Her arse stuck out behind her like she was waiting for someone to park their bike in her crack. Whatever she was offering, Terry was taking and in less than two minutes, she had got in the passenger seat. She gave us one last look of contempt and the finger as Terry started the engine and drove off.
We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening doing what we did every day. Hanging around, wasting time. A couple of times, a girl and boy would head off for a quick fuck but everyone was waiting to see if Kayleigh would come back.
It was four or five hours before Terry’s black Audi came round the corner and pulled up in his usual spot. We attempted to look nonchalant and tried not to stare as the door opened and Kayleigh staggered out.
She looked rough as fuck. Her hair was messed up, one strap of her dress hung down her arm. Her stockings were laddered and her make-up was a smeared mess. However, when she saw us all congregated around the play park, she swaggered over with a bottle of alco-pop in hand.
“Alright bitches,” she called out, and in response to the many requests, confirmed that she and Terry were indeed an item. She swept her hair back and pointed to the large red bruise on her neck.
“See, he gave me a love bite and everything.”
A couple of days later, the same thing happened again. It soon became a routine. Terry would pull up in his car, Kayleigh would appear wearing a barely-there outfit or dress and get into the car and drive off.
It was around the same time as Terry got arrested that the videos started appearing online. The first one, “Dirty Chav Slut Creampie” must have been filmed that first day Kayleigh had gone with Terry.
We sat in the park and watched it on our phones. We could see Kayleigh standing in a bedroom. The picture quality was poor, shot on a camera phone but it was definitely her. Terry asked her to repeat what she said in the car. Asked her what she wanted. She got shy and stood there giggling, brushing a strand of hair back from her face before admitting in a whisper that she wanted to suck his cock.
When Terry told her to come on then, she got down on her knees. She gave that puppy dog eyes look we’d seen her use on blokes so many times before. She pulled out Terry’s cock and the rumours were true. Not fully hard but already so thick that she couldn’t wrap her fingers around it.
She kissed and licked the head until Terry ordered her to open her mouth. His fingers gripped her hair and he pushed her face onto it. She almost gagged and a few of the girls watching the video laughed.
I could feel my knickers getting damp as I watched Terry using her face. Her eyes gazed up at him as she nodded and uh-huhed in response to him asking if she liked it. If she liked sucking his big fat hard cock.
After she choked, he pulled her face off him and told her to stand up. She tottered to her feet, coughing and spluttering, still wearing those ridiculous platform heels. He told her to show everyone her knickers and filmed her as she pulled up the dress until we could all see the pink thong with the black polka dot pattern on it.
He stepped closer and moved the camera up her legs. We could see the tops of her thighs. That strip of pale flesh between the black lace stocking tops and the pink thong. His fingers came into shot, sliding along her slit. We could hear her moan as he rubbed her clit through the flimsy pink triangle. He pulled the thong to one side and let everyone see her pussy. She was wet and he smeared her juices over her clit as he told her what a dirty slut she was.
Her thong was on those ones held together with strings ties on either side and I subconsciously licked my lips as he reached his hand up. Her dress was bunched up around her waist by now and he tugged the string until the knot untied on one side. The spotty pink triangle flopped open revealing her shaved mound. He tugged the other string and then the flimsy piece of fabric fell to the floor. He reached forward and pulled down the straps of the dress until her tits fell out. She had such perfect tits and I was feeling conflicted as I watched. Watching Kayleigh being treated like a piece of meat was turning me on so much. I squirmed a little as I watched Terry paw at her breasts. He rolled one of her hard pink nipples between his finger and thumb and when Kayleigh yelped as he tugged on it, I bit my lip to stifle a moan.
He was holding the camera with one hand so the other hand moved from one breast to the other, pawing, groping, teasing and pinching her nipples as all the while he gave a running commentary on how good she looked and what a dirty slut she was. Kayleigh just giggled.
Her dress looked more like a belt around her waist and everything was on display. When he was finished pawing at her tits, he told her to lie down and spread her legs. We watched, almost like we were watching a David Attenborough documentary as he pressed the head of his cock into Kayleigh’s dripping wet cunt. All the while, Terry kept up the running commentary, telling everyone what a tight cunt Kayleigh had. Finally, he bottomed out inside her. He moved the camera from his cock up to her face. She was lying, mouth open, eyes glazed as he fucked her.
He reached forward and grabbed her hair. As he pulled his cock out of her, he pulled her forward by the hair.
“Come on, taste your pussy on my cock.”
She giggled and whilst giving eye contact to the camera the whole time, she ran her tongue along his shaft and swirled it over the dark purple mushroom head.
“Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees on the bed.”
I remember thinking that he could have at least made the bed before filming as we watched her crawl over the crumpled sheets.
He told her to stick her ass out and reach back and spread her ass cheeks. Her face was pressed into the sheet when she spread herself for him. He brought the camera in close and showed us her wet cunt and her puckered dark star. She had two red spots on her arse and the fact she wasn’t as picture-perfect as she liked to pretend made me smirk.
Terry got behind her and fucked her again. He moved the camera from her minge to her face and back again. He never showed himself. All we saw of him was his hand and his cock. He must have done this before. The whole routine was so smooth. He had angled himself just right so we could watch his impressively big cock sliding in and out of her. For a while, every time he pulled out, he’d bring his hand down and slap her arse. She giggled the first time but I could see she wasn’t that into it by the time he’d slapped her half a dozen times and her arse was turning red.
Then he started to pound her. He’d focus on a close up of his cock going in and out. We could see her juices smeared along his shaft. Then he’d move the camera down to Kayleigh’s face. She had her face turned to one side so she could look up at the camera as he fucked her.
We watched him slam into her one last time and hold himself inside her. He gave two or three half thrusts then slowly pulled out. He brought the camera in close and we all watched her cunt walls pulsing and the creampie oozing out of her used cunt. Two big fat dollops plopped out and a long string of cum dangled from her as she knelt there, waiting to be told what to do.
Finally, Terry told her to swivel around and clean him up. She slurped and licked his cock clean, giggling at him when he asked her if she liked that and told her that she was such a dirty fucking slag.
“I’m your dirty fucking slag,” she giggled.
The screen froze at the end of the movie and an advert for an online sex game came on instead. We put the phone down and looked at each other.
“She is a dirty fucking slag though.”
Stacey ran her fingers through her blonde hair.
“What?” she said as we all looked at her. “She is. Dirty bitch. You wouldn’t catch me being a skanky whore all over the internet.”
We didn’t see Kayleigh for a while after that. There were another three or four more videos posted from the same user. All of them had Kayleigh in them but not all with Terry. We were watching the latest video and Kayleigh was being spit-roasted by two guys we didn’t recognise. The camera was placed close to her mouth so we could see her sucking one guy’s cock while the other was behind her, pulling her hips as he fucked her doggie style. The rhythmical slap slap slap as his hips bounced off her arse could be heard over him telling her what a dirty fucking cunt she was.
I glanced up and saw Terry parked in his usual place. One of the younger kids was circling the square on his BMX while an older kid cycled up and drew up at the driver’s window. He pulled a package out of his school bag and dropped it in the open window.
At that moment, Kayleigh appeared out of the stairwell. She was wearing a pair of fake leather leggings and a tight cropped white top. Her platform sandals must have cost a bomb and it was obvious she’d been clothes shopping again. She glanced over at us, sneered and put her big Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses on. She turned her back on us and headed towards Terry.
Then there was a bang and the back doors of a blue transit van parked near Terry’s car were flung open. A squad of armed police burst out of the van and surrounded Terry’s car. There were bursts of static from radios and shouted orders to get out of the fucking car and lie on the ground.
The BMX boys vanished. The sound of sirens filled the air and several police cars screeched to a halt around the estate as Terry slowly opened the car door and slid out and lay face down on the ground.
Kayleigh stood, watching. She dropped her Gucci bag and tottered as fast as her heels would allow her towards him, screaming at them to leave Terry alone.
A policeman turned and pointed his gun at her. He ordered her to lie on the ground as well and we watched in stunned silence as Kayleigh lay down in the dirt with her hands clasped around her head.
Eventually, Terry was bundled into the back of a van and driven off. His car was loaded onto the back of a Police transporter and driven away too. They left Kayleigh there and she just knelt there, in shock, staring at the spot where Terry’s car had been parked minutes earlier.
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I saw Kayleigh on the bus the other day. She was on her way to see Terry. I hardly recognised the woman with the enormous baby bump coming down the bus. It was only when she spoke that I realised it was her. She was cursing and everything. She’d told Terry she was pregnant but he just laughed and said he didn’t want to know. He told her he already had six kids running around the estate and didn’t need another. Any anyway, he said it’d be hard to tell if it was his, considering the amount of cock she’d had up her when making those videos. She told me she was staying with her Auntie at the minute cos her mum had thrown her out. Still, at least she’ll get a nice flat when the baby comes. Lucky bitch.
