Chav Ch. 03

Epilogue.

Becky lay face down in the bed, panting, groaning, sweaty and horny. Her hair was unruly and matted with sweat. Rivulets of perspiration ran down her arms and filled her cleavage.

On top of her, Gym Freak was rutting, hard and fast, grunting loudly, humping on her, driving into her, writhing against her taut young buttocks.

He was also sweating, it was dripping off him, but his strength kept him going and maintained a stamina that had enabled Becky to climax twice already, and kept him pounding on her none stop for that last fifty minutes or so.

She'd promised herself to him, and that he could do whatever he wanted to her, but only until midday. It was at the moment about ten in the morning. There were still another three hours of this until she'd paid off her debt.

She didn't care though, he was a damn good fuck, he made her cum. In fact she could feel another orgasm building already, in the background. That heavy, tingling, tidal sensation that grew and swelled delightfully.

Gym Freak, she could quite get used to calling him Carl, was a damn good fuck and her opinion of him had certainly changed from their first meeting, after the initial rape and then afterwards when she'd been made to go back and pay him off for letting her keep her money, he'd shown himself to be nicer than her first impression.

Rapist sure, but that wasn't anything too surprising in this town, in her experience just about every man was, either by force or blackmail.

He'd been true to his word with letting Rochelle go unmolested, once him and his two mates had been turned on by her and Becky's lesbian performance.

And, even though they had gang banged her for two hours afterwards, they had been relatively gentle. And she didn't mind admitting, at least to herself, that she had enjoyed it. She'd cum quite a few times, mostly while Gym Freak had been fucking her and going down on her.

Yea, underneath he was quite cool. Good looking, pretty talented in bed. She had warmed to him and now didn't mind fucking him every now and then, at least, when she got something out of it.

She heard her phone chime and, ignoring Gym Freak's groaned complaint, reached to the bedside table for it. She had to stretch and Gym Freak, lying full length on top of her, wasn't about to make it easy. But she managed it all the same.

It turned out to be a text message from Emma. She flicked the phone's virtual pages to the SMS folders and then scrolled the message open.

-Hi Becky. Me and Ray r movin away. He cn't stand be around ere after Barry so we moving up nrth -

- Jst wantd say thanx fr bein a good friend and that we defo shud stay in touch. Love Em XOXO -

Becky frowned at the message and then put the phone back on the bedside table.

Stupid little cow. She thought, a twinge of shame sparking and annoying her. After all the shit I got her into, used her. And she thinks I'm her mate! She's probably better off up north.

She dumped the phone back on the bedside table and turned her attention back to her quickly building orgasm and Gym Freak, rutting powerfully on top of her. And she couldn't help but smile.

The End.