Chav Ch. 02

"Nah, don't even think she knows my name."

"Is there room at yours?"

"You can sleep in our Jeni's room. She's staying at a mates, I think."

"Cool, thanks."

They started walking again. Keeping to the shadows and alleys and listening out for cars and people.

"Can't believe I ran all that way naked and barefoot. Lucky I didn't stand on some glass or something."

"Lucky you didn't stand on any'a them needles all over Mather's back garden!" Becky added.

Emma just shrugged.

"This gonna come back 'n bite you?" Becky asked.

"'Course it is! I just need to get back to my Ray's place. He'll protect me."

"Why don'cha go there now then?"

"He's out. And isn't back 'till tomorrow afternoon." She sighed. "That's why I went that that fucking party in the first place, nothing better to do.

"I wasn't intendin' to cheat on Ray or anything. This lad just asked me to a party, I had nothing else to do and it seemed like it'd be fun, so I went along. Fucking regretin' it now aren't I?!"

PART THREE:

SPOILS OF WAR.

They slept until midmorning. Becky's mother was out somewhere, probably trying to borrow money for the rent or Garton's loan, or to scam some bloke or other of his wage packet.

And then they were dressed and out of the house by noon.

Emma only had on what she had left Barry house in, jeans, pink trainers and hooded top. She didn't even have any underwear and her breasts shuddered delectably under the fleecy garment. Becky had changed into another tight low necked t-shirt under a silvery shell-suit made from some filmy fabric, the top half unzipped to show off her full pushed up cleavage, the low hipster pants clinging to her pert ass, sculpted thighs and the backs of her well defined calves. She also had pink and white trainers similar to Emma's, gold hoop earrings and a few gold pendant chains that hung well above her cleavage so as not to disguise too much of her lush figure.

Becky wasn't sure why she was tagging along. Maybe she wanted to see how the previous night would end. See if she was in the clear with Barry. She should be. Barry never saw her and the others were probably too drugged up and horny to remember her being there.

That was if the bag of guns had even been missed yet. Though if she wasn't in the clear, she might be walking right into the lions den.

There was a short wait while they tried to get a lift to Emma's part of town. They could have walked in fifteen minutes or so but Becky couldn't be bothered. The problem was none of the lads with cars was up to giving them a charitable drive, Becky wasn't in the mood for paying with blowjobs and Emma wouldn't even have considered it, stuck up cow. There wasn't any point in even suggesting.

Finally, Becky caught sight a young boy with a fiver clutched in his hand on the way to the local off licence. She played sweet, enticing him with an offer of seeing her tits, until she got him in an alley then instead she smacked him around enough to get him to hand over the cash.

She left him with a bloody nose and crying for his mummy while she and Emma got the bus to Raymond Mather's house.

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Becky wasn't surprised to find Barry already there, sitting in the kitchen drinking beer with his older brother, who was unpacking shopping bags into cupboards.

Emma was very surprised with Barry's presence, for some reason but she hid it well. She was hesitant with Ray, maybe wondering if last night's situation had already been relayed.

Becky, standing well back, in the kitchen doorway behind Emma, just in case she had to make a run for it, looked Raymond Mather over.

He was quite tall, late thirties or early forties, Kind of weasely looking, and to Becky's eyes not handsome either. He was dark haired, with a lined face that was a little tanned and grizzled, there was something almost gypsy-like about him. All in all an older, broader and arguably more pleasant version of his brother.

He was dressed in pale blue jeans, trainers and a tight white v-neck t-shirt, with a gold chain around his neck and a little gold hoop through his left ear. His eyes lit up when he saw Emma.

"C'mere my girl!" He sang.

It seemed to be a signal to Emma, maybe that everything was fine and that Barry hadn't been telling him stories about the two of them the previous night.

Emma, giggling as much with relief as anything, and completely ignoring Barry, ran across the room and leapt up into her man's proffered arms.

They embraced tightly and her legs came up and locked around his waist. They kissed warmly, tongues working overtime and his hands grabbed her broad ass cheeks through her jeans.

Becky however, noticed that his gaze and his attention was almost wholly directed at her. His eyes were locked onto her even though his girlfriend was in his arms, and his brown pupils dilated as they swept over Becky from thighs to face and back down, lingering far too obviously on her on display breasts, slender waist and smooth shapely thighs.

"Hey babe. I'm Barry Mather. What's your name then?" Barry said suddenly to Becky.

His eyes were also alight, though his gaze kept being drawn back to Emma, like a magnet.

"Becky. Emma invited me over." She said but Barry's attention was already back on Emma and she watched his eyes widen and his lips purse with lust or jealousy as his brother hornily stroked his young girlfriend's bottom.

Becky smiled a little, wondering about new possibilities that were just starting to dawn on her. Barry was a dealer after all. He couldn't be short of cash or reputation or power.

All eyes were, for a few short seconds, locked onto Emma's ass.

Ray was playing with the round, wide orbs, first of all outside of the denim fabric, stroking, squeezing, cupping. His hand slipped southward, following the central seam of her jeans down between her buttocks. His fore and middle fingers stroking explicitly, enjoying the heat of her buttocks emanating through the denim fabric. His fingers rubbed where her anus would be and Emma let out an unmistakable groan at his intimate touch. Then he reached further under her and rubbed at the bulge of her pussy lips and Emma's body visibly convulsed.

Ray's hand came back up and then burrowed down the inside of her waistband, showing no surprise about her lack of underwear. Within seconds, his fingers had found their previous hot spots and he started frigging her again. It was hard to tell which hole he was shoving his fingers into, but by Emma's reaction it might well have been her anus. Their mouths came together hard again, partially to stifle Emma's increasingly vocal moaning.

Their noisy, wet kiss ended after a few drawn out moments and, as his finger fucking stopped and he pulled his hand from her denim clad bottom, he cocked his head to the side, eyeing Becky more openly.

"Hi Becky, I'm Ray, this waster's my little brother."

"I can see the resemblance." She said with a smile, then she winked at Ray. "You got the looks, that's obvious. Maybe Barry got something else?"

Barry almost baulked at the opening insult but then caught on to the follow-up saucy compliment by Becky's sensual delivery.

"No way. My Ray got it all." Emma cooed with playful relish and gyrated her hips ever so slightly. "Haven't you babe?"

While Barry let out a tiny little groan, his eyes on stalks at Emma's arse dance. Ray grinned and delivered a light playful slap on her bottom.

"Naughty girl." he said. But his eyes were on Becky again.

They had drinks and passed around smokes in the living room. Emma and Ray cuddled on the sofa, happily reacquainting after what was probably only twenty four hours apart, while Becky and Barry took the armchairs to the left and right of the central sofa, the furnishing's forming three sides of a square around a coffee table in front of the gas fire.

Ray obviously enjoyed Emma's proximity, body heat and softness pressed against him but his eyes barely left Becky, unless Emma was watching him, then his attention was all hers. Barry was no different, his attention was all over Emma as well. And at her ass more than any other part of her.

Becky watched him eyeing those buttocks tightly contained in the denim, whenever she leaned over toward Ray, which she did often.

Becky wondered if Barry still had Emma's thong from last night. Emma said she'd left her underwear on Barry's bedroom floor.

He was grinding his teeth, his eyes burning holes in the denim and he was going through smokes twice as fast as anyone else and beers too.

Ray put on some eighties pop music and went to make coffee. Emma followed him into the kitchen, completely ignoring not only Barry but Becky as well, as though Ray was her whole world.

Becky sidled over to Barry, sat on the arm of his chair, took a drag from his smoke.

"I think our kid, kinda likes you." He whispered. "You notice they way he's been looking it you?"

"Yep. I've also seen the way you look at McDonald." Becky replied, realising how easy this was going to be and grinning. "Maybe we need to get them apart so you two can... Get together."

"She doesn't want me..." Barry muttered, as much with anger and resentment as anything.

"So what? I'm sure you're used to taking what you want. What's the difference here? You bothered about your kid?"

"Fuck no! We're as close as. No bitch'd come between us! Not even that one in there." He snarled nodding toward the kitchen.

"He'd flip his lid though and it'd take time for him to remember blood's thicker than water, an' all that and forgive and forget."

"Not if he didn't know anything about it. What if it was your word against hers? And what if it all happened right under his nose...? He wouldn't believe her if she said it happened in his house while the four of us were together."

"What're you suggesting?"

"A bit of happy salt. The proper stuff though, not that shit you fork out to estate lads for date-rape weekenders."

"For McDonald?"

"For your kid, you fool." Becky sighed, playfully slapping him on the shoulder. "I'll come on to him, when Emma's goes to the toilet or something, you go after her. Slip him the stuff, then I'll come on strong with your kid. All he'll half remember afterward is me and him fucking. Even if McDonald tells him what you've been doing to her, he'll just assume she's jealous that he fucked me and is trying to cause trouble between you too."

"Meanwhile, I can just shove McDonald into the spare bedroom and do what I want to her."

"Sure."

"All those things I've wanted to do..."

"Getting hold of that ass...You could go at her all night couldn't you?"

"No fucking probs, bitch! 'Course I fucking could." Barry was grinning and his shell-suit pants were once again heavily tented.

"'Specially with Ray stuffed full a' Happy Salt. He'd be out all night knowing him. Never had much stamina our kid."

While listening to Barry, Becky had a quick glance into the kitchen to see what Emma and Ray were up to.

They were being dirty, as it seemed they often were when alone together. The kettle was grumbling away on the counter top behind them but Emma and Ray, standing in front of it, were pressed fiercely together, mouths locked, tongues frolicking with abandon. Ray had one hand down the front of Emma's unzipped jeans and his hand was going ten to the dozen, obviously fingering her pussy. Emma, moaning and quivering slightly with sexual pleasure, was giving Ray a passionate and resolute hand job in return. His hard, engorged erection was jutting out of his trousers and her fist was gripping it tightly and jerking at the foreskin with a quick agile pace.

Becky could see a similar quivering in Ray and his expression, even with a mouthful of Emma's horny tongue, was twisted in simmering orgasmic fervour. He was obviously close to shooting his load and he was moaning and his body tensing against hers.

Becky could see Emma's small breasts shuddering inside her hoodie with the vigour of her masturbating grip.

Ray pulled his mouth off Emma's, yanked his hand out of her pants and pressed it onto the top of her head and then groaned. His urgent whisper barely made it to Becky's ear but it sounded like - "Quick!"

Emma dropped like a bag of rocks to her knees in front of her man and quickly took his cock into her mouth. His hands locked onto her head and he throat slammed his cock into her, all the way, twice and then apparently empted his balls straight down her throat. Smiling to herself, Becky stepped back into the living room.

"I'd want something for my trouble, of course." She added, her attention back on Barry, trying to sound casual. "I'm betraying a mate and helping you rape her aren't I?"

Barry shrugged. "Hundred quid."

"Fuck off! A grand!"

"Ha! Five hundred."

"C'mon!"

"Okay, the five an' a bag a headies."

"Ohhh... Done!"

Barry grinned and then shot up out of the chair.

"I'm gonna nip out and get some stuff. I'll bring your reward too. Be about twenty minutes." He said, getting up and reaching for his car keys.

"I'll let your kid know you're nipping out. It'd better be a big bag though!" She called after him.

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He was back within ten minutes with a scrunched up little carrier bag in one hand.

He went into the kitchen for more beer and Becky went to help. Ray and Emma were snogging passionately on the sofa and didn't pay much attention.

The money and cannabis came out of the bag and went into Becky's hand bag. And then the Happy Salt was deposited into one of the beer bottles for Ray to enjoy. Barry gulped down a few nondescript blue pills and then they both went back into the living room.

This time Barry settled in the other armchair, near the window. The chair was set a little further back from the sofa. Becky slid herself down onto the sofa alongside Ray so that he was sandwiched comfortably between the two girls.

Her presence distracted him at once as Becky had adjusted her breasts a little, making them jut further forward and be more on display.

Emma was so wrapped up in the embrace of her boyfriend and showing him her adulation that she didn't really notice anything outside the focus of her attention. Which was his dick, that she was stroking the length of through his trousers.

Everything went down smoothly. Ray downed his beer quickly and Becky saw in his eyes the glassy soft focus of his wavering attention beginning to kick in.

Emma headed to the downstairs toilet after too much beer and Barry waited a couple of minutes, until he heard her flush then he was up and after her.

Even better, Becky heard Emma slip down the hall to the spare bedroom which was opposite the kitchen and Barry followed her, apparently without her noticing.

The minute Emma had gone into the small toilet under the stairs, Becky had all but pounced on Ray.

And she worked fast. Emma's attentions already had him horny and she knew from the moment he'd set eyes on her that he wanted her body, so all she had to do was offer it to him.

The beer and early effects of the Happy Salt killed whatever conscience and inhibitions that might have held him back.

Keeping an eye and ear on the toilet door beyond, Becky silkily eased herself over the sofa cushions closer to Ray.

"She's told me a lot about you, you know." Becky breathed, sultry, batting her eyelashes and breathing deep to accentuate her full, mouth-watering cleavage.

Ray's eyes worked her over and his expression told Becky all she needed to know.

"Personal things, you know how girls talk. I've always wanted to meet you. See if you're as hunky as she said."

"So, what's the verdict?" He replied playfully, throwing a casual arm across the back of the sofa his fingers touching her hair.

"She must be jealous. She played down the hunkiness from what I can see. Maybe she doesn't want her friends to catch sight of you. One of them might get ideas."

"Now you mention it, I haven't met too many of her girlfriends. What else has she said about me?"

Becky slid forward even more, knowing the heat and contact of her body was having the desired effect on him. She didn't halt her advance until her lips were a couple of inches away from his and her hot weighty breasts were pressing against his ribs. She felt his arm move down from the back of the sofa and smoothly ease its way down her lithe back.

"She said you're a really good kisser." She whispered to him. Her seductive gaze flicked from his glassy eyes to his lips, obvious in her suggestiveness. "But I'm not sure I believe her. I wanna find out for myself."

Ray smiled.

"Anything for a friend of Emma's." He whispered back and then their lips were mashing together hard, tongues battering against lips to gain access.

Ray's arm closed on Becky's waist and pulled her hard against him.

Becky wasn't about to waste time, so she reached with one hand for the bulging crotch of his jeans. Found the hard muscular ridge of hotness and squeezed it.

Ray took that as permission to go further and his free hand slid forward and grasped a handful of her full breasts through her top.

Becky rubbed at the long denim cinched erection while she licked at the tongue stabbing into her mouth. All the while her attention was on the hall. She couldn't see the bathroom door but she heard the chain flushing and a moment later Emma's shadow appeared on the cream painted wallpaper and the disappeared down the little corridor to the kitchen and downstairs bedroom.

Out of her peripheral vision she saw Barry creeping quietly to the hallway after her.

Becky didn't know what took Barry so long. It was an age before the tell tale noises started to come from the bedroom and even longer before Emma started to shout to Ray for help.

Maybe she felt safe with Ray in the house and wasn't worried about Barry to begin with.

Maybe she didn't think he'd have the guts to attack her with his brother just down the hall. Either way, it was at least ten minutes before he made his move.

Those ten minutes were a blur of frantic fucking for Ray and Becky.

She wasted no time in her seduction and his lust was already ignited. It almost seemed as though he'd forgotten Emma existed, never mind that she was in the same house.

Becky's caressing of his cock through his jeans followed with her levering the shaft out into the open while he fondled her breasts through and then under her scoop necked top.

She let him gather her t-shirt up onto her chest and suck on her tits for a few seconds but then pushed him back and went down on him.

She leaned over and slid her mouth all the way down the slightly over average erection, kept the blowjob fast and energetic and wet, spewing saliva over the shaft while she deep throated him, enjoying his groaning sounds of appreciation as her lips kissed his pubic hair and her tongue swivelled around the base and the slack skin of his scrotum.

She could and would have licked at his balls but she was side on and they weren't in the right position. Instead she got them scooped up in her palm, caressing them with cool and talented fingers, cooing a little at the trembling feel of increasing tautness that suffused his hard cock.

Emma hadn't been strictly honest about Raymond's manhood. It was a little over average length and was nicely thick but not by any means close to some of the sizable shafts that had been slammed up her.

It certainly didn't seem to match the size or girth of Barry's cock, though Becky had only seen glimpses of his tackle from a distance the previous night.

She worked on his erection fluidly, sucking on the outstroke, kneading his balls and swishing her tongue around the crown and shaft as she took him down her throat.

She felt Raymond sliding his hands into her shell suit pants, under her thong and between the lips of her damp and warm pussy.