Chav Ch. 02

Taylor went straight in initially, full pink lips pressing firmly to the blondes, her tongue delving right in there all horny and lustful, just like she'd been brought up to be. But the blonde only accepted it for a second before she withdrew, murmuring something or other out of earshot. Taylor responded with a smirk and a nod.

She was a complete chav teen slut and she dressed like it, but she had one hell of a body to show off. Great set of tits, they could probably have been bigger but there was more than enough for a couple of guys to play with and still be plenty left over. Long smooth legs encased in towelling pyjamas that were obviously too small for her and were glued to her curves, one leg crossed over the other, the toned muscles of her thighs and calves were plain to see and drool over. Her long silky brown hair had been tied up in a pony tail but was now loose and flowing in gentle waves across her slender shoulders, the blonde ran her fingers through Taylor's waves caressing in a very subtle and erotic movement. It was almost artistic, Paul thought.

She still had on her jewellery, gold hoop earrings along with glinting studs, gold bracelets and gold chain pendants all aiding the chav look.

The other girl was slender and toned, not as chavy and maybe not as slutty as Taylor, not yet at least, the lads hadn't got their hands on her yet. She had a round face, doe-like crystal blue-grey eyes, straight shoulder length blonde hair and a slender body. She had a little bit of tit but a very pert looking ass and long legs. Her figure was encased in what looked like satin pyjamas, the material hugging her teenage figure beautifully, the satin catching the orange lamplight playing the warm colour across her meagre curves, and showing off more of her figure than she probably realised.

Not that it mattered, in a few minutes she'd be naked. In half an hour she'd be sampling half the lad's cocks in the room. But first the show would go on.

She was leaning in again toward the lusty brunette's pretty face. Both their cheeks were a little flushed, whether from lust or booze or both Paul didn't know or care. The blonde puckered her lips a little and kissed Taylor gently. The brunette held back this time, returning the kiss and matching the blonde's tenderness.

There were a few mutterings from the lads. Some excited, others frustrated by the lack of horniness on display. And flesh.

Paul watched intently as the girl's lips came together again, soft pink flesh barely touching, a dozen or so times in little gentle brushing kisses. Taylor's fists were balled, the pent up lust obviously getting to her, making her have to fight to hold it in check, while the cute blonde softly kissed her over and over, focussing on Taylor's plump glistening bottom lip, before playing a random trail away from her mouth, across to her cheek, the tip of her nose and her smooth brow, the lids of her closed eyes, with the thick dark eyeliner in that chavy Egyptian style.

However, there were drunken mumblings of 'get on with it' from the semi-circle audience and Paul knew the blonde's subtly erotic slow-start wouldn't be allowed to continue much longer.

The blonde slid one hand up around the nape of Taylor's neck into her long dark hair. As their lips closed in again and the mouth on mouth kissing resumed.

This time the blonde's lips parted a little and the tip of her tongue emerged to touch and taste Becky. The brunette still followed the blonde's lead and kept her own tongue under tight control, only enjoying tiny tasting touches to the blonde's own tongue and moist lips.

Taylor started to pant softly, little moans coming between the kisses. The blonde glided her lips over Taylor's then her smooth tongue slipped over the other's lips and into her warm mouth. While her fingers slid across the brunette's collar bone and throat, fingertips caressing lightly while her tongue delved gently deeper.

Unable to help herself, Taylor's hands went to the blondes body, though at first and with obvious effort they rested demurely and unmoving on her slender waist. The blonde continued to caress Taylor's throat and clavicle with her fingertips while the French kiss slowly intensified.

Moist lips touched, caressed, mouthed and parted. Moist tongues played, circling and touching. Lips caught tongues, sucked and tasted. And then the blonde leaned into Taylor, kissing harder and her hands shifted on Taylor's body, accelerating the action and giving the brunette leave to go to town with her own hands, fondling and stroking and squeezing with rising excitement. Taylor's deft fingers worked at the buttons of the blonde's satin garment, unfastening the smooth fabric of the top from throat to crotch in a second.

As she panted and moaned into Taylor's playful mouth, the blonde's hands stroked up Taylor's slender sides, making the brunette shiver, and then closed on her full breasts cupping their size in both hands making Taylor gasp loudly. All the while their hungry French kissing continued to ramp up in passion and intensity.

Taylor slipped the satin garment down off the other's shoulders, unveiling soft, creamy flesh to the onlookers. There was no bra beneath but the lads only had a second's glimpse of her soft small breasts, topped with hard strawberry nipples, before Taylor's hands slipped back to cup and squeeze the soft young orbs.

Now there were happier and hornier grunts and mutterings of appreciation from the active audience. The girls were somehow able to ignore their observers, intent only on each other's bodies and their apparent mutual lust. From previous experience Paul had never thought of Taylor as much of a muff diver so he wasn't all that convinced by the brunette, but the blonde seemed wholeheartedly into it.

Even as he watched, her own hands went for Taylor's tits, while the brunette thumbed the other's nipples to harder buds.

The blonde moaned a little, her eyes trailing down to her own creamy curves as Taylor caressed little paths over her tits with her fingers, eliciting little moans and shivers from her new friend. Then, while the blonde started on Taylor's clothes, thankfully to get her big tits out in the open at last, Taylor bent forward angling her mouth for the blonde's topless state.

The blonde jumped at the hot damp contact of lips on her hard nipple, as Taylor's open mouth swept across the bud and it's little pink areola surround. The blonde moaned a low deep purring, while Taylor sucked on her nipples and she responded by tugging open her pyjamas. It gaped under the prominent weight of Taylor's tits and then was shrugged off and tossed aside mutually by the girls.

The white lace bra followed suit and soon the blonde was cupping and squeezing Taylor's large breasts, her thumbs playing across the hardened nipples while Taylor's hot mouth kissed and tongue flicked with wet rhythmic laps. The blonde groaned again and slid her hand into Taylor's lush tresses, drawing her head inward and pressing her face to her bosom while her other hand manhandled and mauled at Taylor's hot tits.

"Who is that blonde anyway? What's her name?" Someone asked.

"Dunno, but she took a bit of convincing before she'd agree to this." Another replied with a whisper.

"Kelly Worth. She took some fucking browbeatin' I tell yer!"

"What the fuck's brow-beatin'?"

"Fuckin' intimidation you thick cracker! We ended up telling her it's putting on this show or takin' on a gangbang."

"There were five of us dragging her in here, throwing her on the bed and playing with her while she screamed and hollered. And she proper panicked when we started pulling our dicks out for her. So we threw her the dyke show and she jumped at it."

"'Course, she's gonna get gangbanged all the same."

"...When we've had enough of this action."

They laughed.

The girls were obviously itching to move things further now, Kelly Worth just as aroused and eager as Becky Taylor seemed to be. Becky's hands slid down from Kelly's breasts, following the contours of her supple body until she found the tops of her thighs and then slipped her hands inward between them. Kelly's hand immediately shot down onto Becky's and repositioned it tight against her crotch, so Becky started to stroke the soft bare mound it little circles, while the blonde continued to suck at Becky's full breasts and hard hot nipples.

Becky allowed soft breathy moans to escape her parted lips at the feel of the blonde's lips encompassing her nipples in turn and sucking and licking wantonly. Becky countered by snatching Kelly's nipples in her fingertips twisting the buds between thumbs and index fingers and Kelly responded with more frantic and harder nipple sucks and nibbles.

They started gasping and moaning then, almost in unison, as their mutual heat grew and grew, becoming all but unbearable. Becky's fingers slid up and dipped into the drawstring waistband of Kelly's pyjama bottoms. The blonde responded with an abrasive though playful flick of her tongue against Becky's engorged nipple, making the brunette give a little electric leap of pleasure and another panting groan.

Then it was Kelly's turn to moan as Becky's fingers found the swollen lips of her succulent pussy. Though hidden from view, Paul imagined accurately as Becky's fingers spread the blonde's pouting lips and pressed two fingertips into the moist hole between them.

Becky went to town then, taking over and increasing the pace and sheer sexuality of the scenario. she started to frig Kelly, working the two juice enveloped fingers in and out of her throbbing hot pussy while her other hand worked in little fast circles over and around the little hooded nub of her clitoris. Kelly quivered visibly and half fell back on the bed, legs spreading voluntarily as far as the satin pants allowed.

She reached back for Becky, pulling her dark haired lover down on top of herself while Becky awkwardly maintained the finger fucking until she could get herself into a better position, breasts to breasts and mouth to mouth, but with enough angle to keep up the use of at least one hand. Her agile fingers dancing across her clit and the mouth of her pussy and then inside and then back to the throbbing clit again.

Groaning in sexual delight, Kelly swooned, palpitations of intense sexual pleasure jolting her body with little electric-like shocks. However she still, somehow, kept up with her own difficult project - of stripping both herself and Becky of the remainder of their clothes.

Both girls were panting and moaning feverishly by the time they were naked and two pairs of hands, lips and tongues worked one each other's bodies with an almost uncontrolled lust.

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The first hint that something was going on was the appearance of Carol Derby. She was being led up the stairs, surrounded by five horny drunk lads who shuffled en masse into another bedroom across the hall from the Taylor / Worth room.

Carol was a proper skank slut from another estate. But she was a known and branded member of the Oakfield Razors from another part of the estate. What she was doing here in a North End party was anyone's guess, maybe she'd been picked up on the street and dragged along against her will. It wouldn't be the first time. Or the last.

"Hey, it's that dirty skank Carol what's-her-name."

"Looks like she's taking on five dicks at once!"

"Fuck 'er. These two lezzin' it up's a much better see than that diseased whore taking abuse!"

They shrugged, a group decision made, and turned back to the hot little lesbian show.

They had settled into a secure but writhing sixty-nine position, Becky on top, both of their mouths working overtime on the others pussy, while Kelly's hips and ass gyrated with horny passion against Taylor's face.

And Worth's hands were all over Taylor's tits as usual.

All the watchers could hear Worth's pronounced moans distinctly. She was proper into it now and seemed to have forgotten she was under the voyeuristic gaze of about a dozen horny teenage lads.

Taylor was just doing what Taylor did - what she was told and making it look excruciatingly fucking horny.

Paul heard a loud wet rhythmic gurgling that drowned out the little gasps and moans from the girls putting on the lesbian show, gurgling noises that almost at once turned into a harsh wet gagging noise. He turned around and stepped to the back of the crowd to glance beyond the half open door across the landing into the room that housed Carol Derby and the five teenage lads from the estate.

Carol was already suffering from a hard thick cock ramming into her throat, while it's excited owner pulled aggressively on handfuls of her dark hair, yanking her face into his crotch while his free hand cruelly held her nostrils shut, pinching tight over her dainty upturned nose.

The other four were standing behind the girl, who was stood bent over at the waist, her upper body just about at right angles to her skinny legs. The lads were literally ripping the clothes from her back, grabbing handfuls of her shell suit top and plain white t-shirt and trying to pull them off her through sheer force.

Carol seemed to well used to this treatment and didn't appear to bat an eyelid. She merely focused on keeping her balance, holding her breath and taking the length of the hard cock as it was driven into her throat.

At one point, she swung out at one of them behind her with a flailing fist but he deflected the strike with a bash from his muscular forearm and then grabbed her wrist tightly to make sure she didn't try it again, but it was part of Carol's act though. She knew they wanted to do her rough and she obediently played her part, having long since been taught to read and react to the desires of any males around her. Fighting them gave them permission to be more aggressive with her in turn. It was one of those learned experiences that she had got so good at through her sordid sexual history with incest abuses, boyfriend-pimps, and then the street gangs. One of the reasons she was so good to fuck. And one reason she was so often guest of honour at estate parties.

Paul soon found that his previous vantage point of Taylor and Worth's display had been lost to him and he couldn't see a thing in the other bedroom any more, not from the back of the crowd. So he stayed with Carol and the five teenagers.

There were lots of rumours about Carol Darby and Paul believed most of them. That she had apparently started young and had been so browbeaten, rumour had it by family members, that it got to the point when she only felt safe with a group of older lads to protect her from older brothers and uncles and cousins. These groups of older lads of course, took full advantage of her vulnerability and used her as a sex object, subjecting her to whatever they could think of, without care or remorse of how she suffered.

To begin with, she was always too scared too complain or refuse, and that for all they did to her it was still better treatment than she got at home. Then she became too used to being treated that way to know any different and had developed a kind of masochistic fervour and started to enjoy it in spite of herself. Paul supposed it must have been all she had known. Not that she showed or admitted it. She just kind of went along with it, making little more than whimpers and moans, knowing that her protests always spurred the lads on even more, as was happening right now in the bedroom across the hall.

There had been rumours that she had been sexually abused by her brothers, and stepfather and Uncle. That her eldest brother had pimped her out. That her first boyfriend had got her on drugs and taken over pimping duty (while her brother was in prison). Finally the boyfriend had passed her over to an estate gang, over some insult or territory dispute. She had proved surprisingly entertaining and the gang had kept hold of her.

She had got herself in deep with the gang, glad of a little protection from both her family and her pimp-boyfriend. However they had made her work hard for their protection. She became a full time plaything and then a scapegoat for wrong doing and problems - using her to pay off the local copper's with blowjobs and backseat fucks to get her 'gang mates' out of trouble.

More rumours circulated, that she had been pressed into on the cheap hardcore porn and bestiality flicks for the gang to sell in pubs and on internet sites.

However, it was wrong to assume Carol Derby was good at sex. She was experienced and had had just about everything imaginable done to her, but she didn't really have the any natural talent, or the intelligence to be good at an active sexual performance.

She did have talents, however. There were certain things she was good at, taking multiple cocks at once, deep throating, holding her breath for long periods, taking pain without it interrupting her pace or rhythm.

She had a strong lithe figure and though it was too skinny to be considered sexually vivacious or particularly attractive, though she could ride cock well, ride it fast and for a long time, something she had learned and her body adapted to over her meagre years.

She could take a two hour face fuck, she could take a triple anal, allegedly take horse cocks down her throat and into her anus as deep as physically possible. And many other talents countless men and boys (and girls and animals) could supposedly attest to.

She was a cum vessel, not even an object of lust, she'd certainly never been loved or admired. Though on these estates, Paul knew there weren't many men who understood that there was a difference.

After a few quick abrasive minutes of cocks pressed into her mouth while hands poked and prodded her, Carol was still standing half bent at the waist with her jeans around her ankles and one of the lads was fucking her between her taut little buttocks from behind, while using his mock leather belt on her ass in time with his thrusts. Another was kneeling under her, pinching and tugging at her clitoral hood, while she whimpered in response and her legs trembled with the effort of holding her upright under torture.

Her head was clamped in the large powerful hands of another of them. One hand in her hair, the other around her throat. He was subjecting her to a lewd and disgusting French kiss, slobbering all over and around her mouth while his tongue worked at hers and her lips and cheeks and face then back into her mouth again. He drew his face back and looked her in her aghast eyes.

"Here!" He said with an obviously dark lust, and then spat a mouthful of saliva into her open upturned mouth. "Use it on me."

Then both his hands angled her head down until it was level with his exposed and engorged erection, which was fully stiff and sticking out of his unzipped trouser crotch.

Carol's mouth remained open, but in quick preparation she half closed it and drew her lips in over her teeth as the lad tugged her head into his crotch. She got one hand quickly to the cock's root to angle it for her mouth and then just as quickly let go as the hot spongy crown found her mouth and her curled in lips. The lad would only have slapped her hand away if she had left it there. They always did.

He gripped her head tightly and pressed forward with his hips, feeding his erection past Carol's lips until his cock disappeared and the length of her throat bulged with its girth.

He held her there until the drool was pouring from her lips, until she was wheezing and choking and gagging, until her screwed-shut eyes leaked tears and her cheeks were turning purple.

Meanwhile the clit abuser had shuffled out from under her and with the help from another lad, had grabbed a desk stool from a corner of the bedroom and shoved it under the girl's belly, so she was leaning over it. Then he climbed up over her ass like a cowboy getting up onto the saddle, he settled in front of the lad already fucking her doggie style and leaned forward to angle his cock vertically downwards and pushed the crown into her ass hole, lowering his weight and crushing her between himself and the stool as he forced his meat down into her anus, triple penetrating her while she choked and gagged on the cock over filling her throat.