Chav Ch. 02

He was ready for fucking. Eager for it by the way he was exploring the depths of her hot cunt, frigging her with a vigorous couple of fingers while his other hand worked quite nicely in little circles above her clit.

Becky plunged her mouth downwards until she felt the uncomfortable rasping tightness of his bulbous crown penetrating her throat, then she sucked hard for a few drawn out seconds, letting him buck his hips in her face, before she drew back and took her mouth off him. She stood up quickly and stripped off her clothes until she was naked except for her trainers, socks and jewellery.

Ray, his eyes bulging and his full mast erection bobbing and straining upright from his crotch, hurriedly shrugged his jeans down to his ankles and leaned back waiting for Becky to mount him.

"Get yourself on here kid." He grunted, his glassy eyes eating at her lush nakedness. "Ride me like a bronco."

Becky laughed and squatted over his lips, her legs spread outside his, her arms gripping the back of the sofa, her breasts bobbing in his face. He leaned his head forward and caught an erect nipple between his lips, while Becky grasped his erection and angled it to the juiced up helmet splayed her pussy lips.

Ray, with a guttural grunt around his mouthful of tit, grabbed Becky's ass in both hands and rammed upward with his hips, filling her with hard cock muscle and pulling her down by the buttocks to meet his penetrative hip slam.

Becky let out a throaty whimper of rising sexual pleasure and relaxed down onto his naked hairy thighs, caressing his thrusting member with little clenches of the muscles of her pussy walls.

Ray mouthed her breasts hungrily, coating them with saliva as his fingers worked at the muscles of her perky ass and his straining erection slid up and down her hot clenching pussy.

Becky heard an exchange of muffled voices, Emma and Barry. The voices began to rise in hardness and volume, then came the squeal of bedsprings, grunting, gasps, a smacking sound.

Becky, knowing what it was she was hearing, leaned in to Ray's face and pressed her upper arms to her full breasts as he pushed his face into her wet cleavage. She covered his ears and shook her shoulders, gently battering his with his breasts. Deliberately concealing the noises from the bedroom from him as best she could, just in case the Happy Salt hadn't quite worked it's magic enough. Or her body for that matter.

"Ray?" Came Emma's voice. More annoyed than scared at the moment. "Get this arsehole away from me will you!"

Becky watched Raymond. He didn't react at all just kept thrusting and enjoying the pillows of her breasts against his face.

"Ray! Get off Barry! Get off me you bastard! RAY!" Her shout suddenly increased to a yell. More volume, a lot more desperation.

Becky thought she heard a tearing of fabric, an odd metallic chinking sound.

She responded by working harder with her pussy walls, clenching on Ray's dick as he drew back, just like sucking on the outstroke. Then relaxing her cunt when he thrust upwards into it, then putting on the grips again when he pulled back.

At the same time she started to rock her hips back and forth in little motions. Ray began to moan and pant. Becky leaned back, sat upright on his lap and moved her breasts out of range of his mouth. Ray's hands immediately replaced his face against her breasts, cupping them and hefting their young perky weight.

"No. Don't! Barry, no... Ray!" That was the real test. Emma's shouts were loud and clear and Ray's ears were free of constriction but still he didn't react.

"Ray! Ray! RAY! Fuck off you...!! Ahhh...! RAY!!" Emma's shouting became a shriek. Barry was apparently making quick progress.

Becky meanwhile, caught Ray's eye and grinned. His pupils were glassy and dilated, his expression one of lust and not concern.

"I think she wants me..." He said with slurred words and half focussed eyes, obviously not too interested in Emma's voice or her increasing desperation.

"Maybe she does. But you'd rather be having me right now, wouldn't you?" Becky moaned in reply, keeping it sultry and full of promise.

It was more than enough to divert Ray's attention back to her hot, young body again.

"Ray! Ray! No! STOP! YOU FUCKING... RAY!!"

This time, with his hands filled with Becky's hot tits, he barely even registered Emma's desperate, shrieking calls for help.

Becky meanwhile, cemented his position beneath and inside her by grabbing his half drained beer bottle, swigging a mouthful for herself then leaning forward to French kiss it over to him. He took the beer kiss eagerly, tonguing the not quite cold liquid out of her mouth and into his own. Finally, Becky passed him the bottle and let him finish it himself.

The rest of the Happy Salt would work it's wonders in a little while and, as far as Raymond was concerned, Emma would cease to exist. At least until he woke up again and had to deal with the aftermath, whatever that might turn out to be.

Becky carried on riding Ray's cock until the drug got too much for him and he slipped into docile near unconsciousness, his erection loosing most of it's rigidity.

Soon it was just a waste of time and energy to carry on and the brunette teen got up off his lap and dressed quickly.

Emma was still shouting for Ray over and over and Becky was increasingly curious about that Barry was up to with her.

She slipped around the side of the sofa and quietly peeked around the doorway into the hall leading to the kitchen and downstairs bedroom.

There was more noise and more identifiable noise from her new closeness. The slapping of flesh against flesh, lower volume grunts and whimpers, the occasional louder yelp. All the usual and familiar sounds of a sexual struggle.

Becky crept closer until she found a narrow vantage point through the open bedroom door.

Emma was handcuffed to the wooden bedstead, of the old double bed that filled most of the small room.

Her hooded top was above her head and knotted around her forearms and the handcuff chain, as though Barry had tried to take off her top after applying the handcuffs, done the best job he could manage and then given up. Emma's jeans were around her knees, her trainers on the floor along with all of Barry's clothes and they were wrestling together on the messed up bed.

Barry was obviously enjoying himself, trying to get Emma's pants off, slapping her thighs and her face lightly when she struggled too much or tried to lash out with her feet.

"RAY! RAY! RAYMOND!" She shouted again desperately.

Barry didn't even bother to try and quieten her. He just laughed.

He saw she was about to kick out at him again and was ready for her, caught her legs in a two arm hug and managed to get hold of the waistband of her jeans and savage them all the way off. Now she was naked apart from her pink woolly socks and Barry wasn't interested in socks.

He all but threw himself on her, trapping her under him with his weight, enjoying her soft naked flesh quivering under him as she writhed desperately, trying to throw him off her, meanwhile he snatched up a delicate pink nipple between his teeth and closed his mouth around it hornily.

With his mouth latched onto her like a lamprey, his hands were free to fight her thighs apart and a fight it was, but he was victorious in a few quick seconds and he wriggled himself down between them, his jutting cock pressing against her trembling lower belly and sparse pubic hair.

Her newly realised position developed a surge of desperation from Emma and she writhed and struggled anew, knowing what was about to happen, squealing Ray's name louder than ever.

"Ray!! Oh, no Barry don't! Please, Barry.... I'm your brother's girlfriend, for Christ's sake... Barry, please!" And then the squeal became a shriek.

"NO! RAY! AHHHHH!" Barry had reached down between their bodies and pushed his erection up into her vagina.

Finally she was securely penetrated on his hardness, impaled, unable to fight him off anymore and she knew her boyfriend, inexplicably, wasn't coming to the rescue.

She continued to call for Ray but her shrieks had now withered into sobbing cries of defeat and betrayal, as Barry started to stab into her excitedly, raping her in earnest.

His hands were all over her naked young flesh, his mouth moving from her breasts to her face, her earlobes, chewing at her bottom lip when he wasn't forcing French kisses on her.

All the while he thrust into her like a man demented, grunting deep and loud to each harsh pelvic ramming motion that pumped his wide, heavy cock into her stretched, young pussy.

Becky watched for twenty minutes, during which Barry enjoyed three heavy drawn out climaxes and still had the same energy and vigour, and the lust and determination to carry on without hesitation.

He fucked Emma hard on her back, mostly fondling her ass cheeks and licking her face and quivering breasts disgustingly, until he spewed his hot plentiful seed right up into her pussy, accompanying his blasting spunk with a loud drawn out guttural yell of pure sexual gratification.

Emma had long since stopped calling for Ray by this time and just cooperated exhaustively. Whimpering and sobbing but doing as she was told nonetheless.

The minute his first climax had abated, he released her from the handcuffs and made her ride him, cowgirl style, while he molested quivering young tits and spanked her quaking ass again and again, to make her fuck herself harder and faster.

He made her maintain her pace with a hand on his scrotum, caressing and fondling his balls gently, until she worked the second orgasm right out of his sack and right into her hot clutching cunt.

Then he made her get off and suck his dick for a while before rolling her onto her back with her head hanging off the side of the bed and gave her throat some harsh and deep cock abuse while she wept and gagged continually.

She didn't have to swallow his third ejaculation, he rammed all the way into her throat and let loose, practically shooting it straight into her stomach. Her saliva mangled face was beetroot red and she was struggling urgently for breath before he drew out, once his cum had stopped flowing, and allowed her to breathe again.

Then, while she had a choking fit and finally caught her breath, he brought a damp cloth from the kitchen and cleaned her up.

"Now it's time for some sodomy." Barry announced at last.

Emma's expression was a picture. Pure unadulterated horror.

"You know how I've always wanted to fuck you up the arse. I showed you how much only last night, didn't I? But you ran off before I got it up you, didn't you? So, McDonald, you got a lot of making up to do with that ass. Those first times were just foreplay right? Now it's time for the main event and I've got enough of these little blue pills to keep me going 'til dawn. Which, I guess is about when our kid'll be coming out of it. Your mate'll have run off by now, probably got scared. So we're not gonna be disturbed. From now on it'll just be your ass hole and my dick. And, I'll tell you now, you've got a long way to go before I'll be satisfied... Now, get on your hands and knees. And you might wanna bite down on that pillow or something 'cause I ain't going easy on yer. Not after the way you ran out on me you little fucking cock tease whore."

Emma, defeated, moved slowly, weighed down by prospect of the coming anal torture, but she moved all the same.

She took up the described position while Barry, laughing and stroking his pleasurably tingling and steel hard erection, knelt behind her between her splayed legs and slapped his palms down hard on her pert and rounded buttocks.

"My big brothers' jailbait piece. Her naked ass right here for me. Our Ray's cute little girlfriend. Naked on my fucking bed. Right here for me to do whatever I want. And we've got all. Fucking. Night. Class." He grunted to himself, while he caressed, fondled and squeezed her creamy young buttocks with relish.

Emma's body shivered visibly with apprehensive fear.

With a hypocritical twinge of cruel interest and sympathy, Becky risked another step forward, itching to see McDonald's ass hole being stuffed good and proper.

Barry pinched the base of his large shaft in a fist while he kept her ass cheeks spread with the fingers of his other hand, lined up the bloated purple crown with her tiny puckered mouth and then started pushing forcefully.

He was past wasting time with relishing the preamble, he just wanted it underway, to feel the anal heat enveloping and squeezing his hard dick, to experience her reactions and enjoy his own dominant lust.

Becky could see Emma's personal battle, trying to relax and allow an easy entry while at the same time wanting to clamp down and stop it altogether. She could see the girl's skin was crawling and she couldn't repress a sadistic little smile. She'd been there herself many times and it was nice to see someone else on the receiving end for once.

Barry pushed hard, straining grunts coming from deep in his chest.

Sweat had beaded prettily all over Emma's pale, trembling, naked flesh adding an almost magical quality as the late morning light caught in the little clear beads and illuminated them. Like fairy-dust, Becky found herself thinking, inexplicably remembering one of her sister's primary school storybooks.

The seconds passed in excruciating and vocal effort and then progression began all of a sudden. The pressure forced Emma's anal mouth to expand suddenly as the war of cock versus sphincter muscle was won.

In the next instant, and with a loud ecstatic moan, a - "Fuck yeah! Fuuuccckkk!!" - and a louder pain filled squeal from Emma, he was in, ploughing forward as the girl's ass hole was overpowered allowing a sudden forward motion that punched the fat swollen crown and half the thick shaft's length into her tight steaming hot guts.

Emma, simultaneous with her critical shriek, moved forward on the bed, her tensed thighs propelling her forward, hopefully away from the searing painful invasion of her anus. But Barry clamped both hands onto her fleshy hips and rode her descent with sadistic amusement.

"You're going nowhere slut." He laughed, then dug his fingers into her pert young rump like claws.

"Get back here!" He grunted and hauled her ass back up again, dragging her back into the doggie style position so he could begin fucking her up her ass in earnest. The way he'd always fantasised of doing, hard, deep, fast and protracted.

"Now, let's get to work!" He said, his cruel voice as full of mirth as aggression.

Becky decided she'd seen enough. And she backed out and left them to it, shutting the front door quietly on Emma's pillow muffled, though still loud, squeals.

She knew Barry was good to his word. He'd no doubt be fucking Emma up the ass all that night. Over and over again. And loving every horny second of it.

Well, so be it.

Becky thought she had made out good, all things considered.

She'd got out of a weekend party gangbang, got out of something similar at Barry's place, done the job she'd had to do without getting caught and, it appeared, without repercussions.

And now she was heading for home with five hundred quid in cash and some quality stuff to smoke or sell in her handbag.

All in all it, as far as Becky was concerned, it had been a pretty good night.

The End.