Chav Ch. 03

"Well, when I get the chance, but so far I haven't had too many chances."

He went silent for a few seconds while he leaned forward to catch one of Becky's nipples between his lips and sucked at it and then bite it, none too gently, with his uneven and cigarette stained teeth.

"How come?" Becky urged, trying not to let the pain he was inflicting on her breasts into her voice.

"Dunno. She sticks to our Ray like fucking glue, don't give me no chance to get me hands on her, the cock teasing slut! And then she always seems t'be out the door the second he's out the house."

"You'll just have to be quicker then won't you!" She teased.

Barry stuck his tongue out lewdly and Becky leaned forward to suck it. She felt his middle finger, the nail broken and a little jagged playing with her anus. Then she whimpered as he pushed it up her to the first knuckle. Barry sniggered and twisted his finger, basting her rectum.

She continued to gyrate her slender hips, playing with his fully embedded cock and sucking at his tongue while he finger fucked her anus and pulled on her hard nipples in turn.

Becky released his tongue and returned to bouncing on his solid erection.

"Got a great idea though. Really mess her up it will, the little jailbait cock teasing slut." He grunted.

"What's that then?" She asked, enjoying the warm erotic flush that was starting to flow upwards from her loins to her cheeks.

"Our kid's said they're gonna be trying fer a baby. What I'm gonna do is get in there before him, fucking knock the jailbait slut up with my sprog. Then I'll really have her over a fucking barrel."

Becky didn't know what to say to that. She didn't have any particular warmth for Emma but she thought that was a bit fucking harsh. She didn't say anything, just grinned at him and raised her delicate eyebrows, hoping she looked impressed.

"Gonna be fucking shit loads of fun getting it done too! Shootin' my load up her ass and down her throat is one thing, but fuckin' spraying her cunt? When she's off the pill an' all? Fuck me! Makes me well fucking horny it does. Just the thought of it. And she'll be shit scared and won't do nothin' about it for fear'a upsetting our kid's family plans. So she'll just fucking take it, won't she!" He laughed.

His eyes glinted, thoughts elsewhere, in future fantasies.

"I'm just gonna have to be on the ball in picking opportunities to fuck her." He added.

"You mean working out when she's what d'yer call it? Gestatin?"

"What the fuck're you on about?" He looked confused.

"You never did sex-ed at school?"

"Shut the fuck up bitch!" He snarled at her and gave her ass a hearty slap. Becky went cold. Had she already fucked up her chance by showing him up as just another ignorant fuck?

"Tell you, the only sex education I paid any attention to at school was pimpin' out first years and getting Prefect gash for weed! ...Fucking Gestation." Barry snarled.

However, he was laughing as he replied, not angered and Becky breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm gonna be makin' sure our kid gets nothing but sloppy seconds until she's got a fat belly with my fucking sprog growin' in her."

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Emma had locked herself securely in the bathroom upstairs. Lights off, scented candles lit. She was trying to enjoy a long luxurious bath while Barry and Becky were fucking noisily downstairs.

She was also trying to forget how horny this would all be making Barry and the possibility that she might get dragged into their sexual escapades at any time during the night. She just had to trust Becky to keep that monster to herself until Ray got home the day after tomorrow.

She lay back in the bubbly fragrant water with the tea-lights clustered at the corners of the white plastic tub with a flannel over her eyes, casually reminiscing about her first time with Ray while the warmth of the water and the popping bubbles and the perfumes played across her naked young flesh.

It had been his birthday, only a few days after they had started dating and not having money to spend on a proper present, she had decided to give herself to him as his present. And to give herself completely. To show him what she intended and so he'd have something to unwrap, she bought and gift wrapped a big box of condoms, a tub of Vaseline, and 'borrowed' a butt plug and a ring gag from her uncle's sex-toy stash. She added a carefully worded note with each prop to assure he understood that she was going to let him pop each of her cherries for his birthday. She had even spent the week leading up to the big day teaching herself how to deep throat on the little vibrator he had bought her on their first date and then on a banana once she decided the vibrator was too small...

A sudden loud wailing, mixed in with Barry's telltale orgasm growl sounded louder and closer than Emma would have liked and it snapped her out of her warm reverie like the snap of a wet towel. But she analysed the sounds and decided they were definitely still downstairs in the living room.

She lay there listening for a while, her heart hammering behind her ribs, little bubbles bursting pleasantly against her water stiffened nipples. She could hear the obvious and illustrative silky, wet gagging sounds of a deep throat blow job. That all too familiar wet squelching rhythm that sketched an image in her mind of Becky sitting on the sofa while Barry stood over her both hands holding her head steady while he hip hammered his cock in and out of her tightly sucking mouth, drool flowing down her chin to those envy inducing boobs of hers.

The image was snatched away by renewed noise from Becky. High pitched throaty gasping, almost pain filled, loud and ongoing and getting louder.

It reminded Emma of that time Barry had followed her into the shower and fucked her with Ray only a few feet away, dozing in their bed. She looked up and realised she was in that same bathroom right now, looking up at the shower head where he'd fucked her so cruelly. She closed her eyes, took a breath and then ducked her head under the water, trying to disassociate herself from the environment, from her senses.

She forced her memory back to Ray's birthday. She'd got him a candlelit KFC and some Lambrini from the local spa, she had had to let the lad behind the counter feel up her tits before he'd sell her the alcohol but that was nothing new. She'd got off lightly with just a groping by all accounts.

There had been excitement and nerves and a bit of apprehension in the air, it hadn't helped her keep the meal down, butterflies and fear never helped with her appetite, the banoffee pie for afters had helped though. And then she had led him upstairs to give him his presents, all three of them.

Ray had enjoyed himself thoroughly and with relish. He had hurt her in the process but she hadn't cared much, in her mind his acceptance of her offer was his acceptance of her as his girlfriend, for good.

Her introduction to sex had in itself been painful and awkward but still, he had been loyal and attentive ever since.

The blow job had been the best, after nearly swallowing the banana, his cock, though none too small, had proved easy and he was quick to climax. She hadn't anticipated the smell and taste of his cum but she'd swallowed it all without a thought. It had never occurred to her to spit, she just gulped it all down naturally.

Then the vaginal sex had been slightly painful and slightly messy. The condoms had been on the small size and hadn't been easy to slide on so they'd ended up going without. Luckily he'd had enough experience and self control to pull out and shoot his second load all over her breasts and stomach. Still, she'd quietly worried for the next three weeks whether she was pregnant or not.

Of course loosing her anal cherry had been horrible, but she had been determined to go through with her promise, so she'd got onto her hands and knees and buried her face in the pillow, let him hammer away how ever he had wanted and hoped her tears and crying and muffled moans of pain wouldn't put him off.

They didn't seem to, or he had assumed the noise was all pleasure induced. Either way he had fucked her up the ass from behind for an agonising period that had seemed to last forever. But it was a time he had obviously thoroughly enjoyed, slapping her buttocks and clutching at her dangling pendulous breasts until he tugged himself free of her ass hole and shot a huge load, with a lion's roar, up over her lithe back in a half-dozen series of thick hot spunk streamers that caught at the nape of her neck and splattered right down her back all the way onto her ruddy and bruised bottom.

She'd been bleeding and sore for days afterwards but Ray had shown his appreciation in a number of ways in the weeks that had followed. That very evening, in fact, they'd showered together and he'd washed her gently all over with a new soft sponge and a lot of tender lathering and then he'd fingered her to a gentle orgasm. Even though in actual fact she'd faked it, as her arse had been throbbing so much and her pussy had still been too tender. But she hadn't wanted to spoil his birthday, so she'd pretended.

They'd fucked a lot from then on. On a daily basis at the very least, most days three or four times, sometimes five or six, especially in the first few months.

And to begin with he'd revealed the voracious desire to butt fuck her and she's silently taken the torture three or four times a week, at least.

However, eventually it had finally dawned on Emma that her anus was best offered as a reward or on a special occasion, and she'd subtly started to drawn him away from wanting to fuck her in the arse all the time, it had taken time, his lust for her ass had been hard to temper and she'd had to weigh her desire to please him with her need to not have a sore arse all the time.

She'd developed her deep throat technique instead to lure him away and get him off more quickly, after that it had all gone swimmingly.

And now that fuck-head Barry was trying to mess things up for her again. And she had no idea how to deal with him. She only hoped Becky's plan would work out. To their mutual benefit.

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Becky had climaxed on Barry's hard pummelling cock, casting a flurry of her hot sticky juices over his naked crotch and wailing a furious cannonade of orgasmic noise as she did so.

She had been surprised at how hard she'd cum and how much juice had erupted from her boiling cunt. He had reached his climax a few seconds later. He'd hauled his cock out of her tight little oven and pushed her off him, wheeled her around so she was sat on the sofa and then clambered up until his throbbing glistening erection levelled itself at her mouth and then thrust forward, even as Becky was panting in the breathless afterglow of her orgasm.

He slammed his dick home and hurriedly fucked her throat while she gagged and struggled for breath, but Barry was too close to orgasm to care and he throat fucked her until he came heavily and loudly and she swallowed it all without breaking a sweat.

Then he slumped back on the sofa, satisfied for the time being.

Becky knew that this would be the time to show her talent. She gathered her strength and a mouthful of saliva and went to give his cock an oral bath.

She washed it clean, licking the mingled cum residues away and being gentle with her tongue, playing at his shaft with soft lapping caresses, working the tip of her tongue under and around his foreskin. She gently eased his thighs apart and knelt between them, hoisted her young breasts into place and rested his semi softened phallus into their cushioning softness while she gently licked and cleaned him.

As she knew it would, her attentions started a stirring in his loins and then in his attention. He felt the pleasurable sensations and his dick started to harden again. Becky took that as her cue to up the ante a little, she shifted up from gentle licking caresses to starting a full on and saliva heavy blow job. Closing her hot lips around the crown and sliding her mouth down and up, further down and up, all the way down and up. Slicking her saliva over the shaft all the while, letting it trickle and pool onto his scrotum and her own breasts.

He started to pant and moan softly, his eyes half open, tired but watchful, and certainly enjoying her talented ministrations.

Becky shifted gear again and brought her warm wet cleavage into play, enclosing the fully hard shaft in her breasts and working the soft warm orbs up and down the shaft, all the while listening to Barry's moans intensifying and watching his eyes open fully to observe what the hot young chav babe was doing for him unbidden.

She picked up the pace, bouncing her upper body, sliding her breasts up and down, masturbating his erection with her fantastic teenage tits. All too soon it became too much for Barry and he groaned loud and hoarse and jerked up with his bony hips.

Becky worked her breasts up and down one last time and then shoved her face down to catch the shaft. She took it deep into her mouth, right as he climaxed, massaging his tense scrotum with her breasts while she sucked and swallowed over and over again.

And still she wasn't done. She brought him snacks and drinks without request, let him doze for a while using the time to nip to the downstairs toilet to clean herself up and then woke him with yet a another blow job, this time she stuck a finger in his ass and massaged his prostate with a professional touch until he blasted her throat with his cum yet again.

She continued the prostate massage and used her other hand on his ball sack until he was hard again. By this time she could see how impressed he was with her and she knew she had him, she knew she was his.

"You've made out you like fucking girls up the arse. How 'bout doing mine now?" She suggested with a glint in her eye.

"Huh?" He was still tired, even though wide awake.

"Here and now. I can take it. You want my arse?"

"Fucking yeah I do! Sure! Get on your hands and knees and bite down on that cushion or something. Might make you my regular piece if you take this well. You're a damn good fuck Becks. For a kid..."

She took up position at one end of the sofa and he knelt behind her and lined up his erection, pinching the shaft tight just beneath the ruddy swollen crown.

"...But I always said kids are the best for taking it, nice tight bodies..."

He pushed forward and lodged the crown into place, enjoying the tightness and relative ease of Becky's anal mouth allowing him access.

"...Enthusiastic. Easy to fuck. Do whatever you want. Not little kids mind. I'm no fucking Paedo, legally fuckable teenagers I mean."

Then he grunted and shoved forward hard. Becky winced and gritted her teeth. A little groan of pained exertion escaped her lips. A third of his thick hard shaft slid abruptly inside her anus and then stopped.

"...There's none of that, I'm not doing that, it's dirty, I don't do that kinda shit, crap that older bitches come out with..."

He thrust again, digging his fingers into Becky's tight firm buttocks and forced another third up her ass.

"...It's just, yes Mister Mather. Whatever you want Barry. Anything at all Barry, and they take it and they're fuckin' happy about it..."

As if to prove his mutterings he slammed the last third of his hard on up Becky, who whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut tight and, as bidden, bit down on the cushion that her face was pressed down into.

"Oh that's good and hot and tight. I'm likin' you Becks. Likin' you a lot. Now then, let's see about busting a nut up there."

He grunted what might have been a laugh and unceremoniously started to batter her anus with his straining erection, slamming against her taut buttocks, hooking his hands around her slender waist to haul her back onto his aggressive driving shaft.

Becky breathed through the pain, biting into the cushion and trying not to cry. She thought about the drugs and the money and that she would only need to take this off Barry and Barry alone from now on. No one else would touch her.

Well, maybe he wouldn't stand up against someone like her mum's loan-shark bloke but as far as the estate lads went she'd be off limits from now on.

It lasted an hour. A long and torturous hour, and she practically passed out when he was approaching his climax. He went at her like some demented freak from a mental home. Growling senseless obscenities, slapping her taut buttocks again and again, even slapping at the back of her head, pulling at her hair, scratching and tugging at her low swinging breasts until, at long last, his dam burst and he fired off another plentiful load up her. The climax was long and noisy and hot and Becky found herself commiserating with what Emma had been put through over the last few months.

She could feel the thick ropes of his erupting seed striking like burning serpents inside her cock mangled guts.

Finally, he slumped heavily over her back, his hips still pummelling her buttocks all the while, but she couldn't take his weight and she collapsed underneath him. They lay like that together, exhausted, numb and pain-racked all at the same time.

Eventually, almost surprisingly, as she had half expected him to fall asleep on top of her, Barry rolled away and curled up at the other end of the sofa with a yawn and a little contented smile on his face.

By the time Becky had limped to the bathroom, cleaned herself up and come back to the living room, he was snoring loudly, peacefully and satisfied. And Becky was certain he was securely under her spell.

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Breakfast was at 10.30 the following morning. Normal time for Barry and Becky but very late for Emma. Barry had tried testing Becky's dedication to him by ordering her to make him breakfast, full English, cereal, orange juice, coffee, the works. Becky didn't cook and never had. Her mum did all that and when she wasn't available Jeni took up kitchen duties. Becky's extent at breakfast was buying a Subway or Maccie-Dee's.

Emma basically had to take over and do the work. But she was glad to as the alternative that Barry

insisted on pushing Becky into sickened her.

"You can't cook?! What can you do?"

"I can fuck. As you fucking well found out last night." Becky had countered with a wink, but to Emma she sounded a little pleading.

"Okay then how 'bout we go upstairs? I've always wanted to get my dick sucked while I'm squeezing one out on't bog. The jailbait can make breakfast while I'm emptyin' my shitter and you're emptyin' my balls."

"S'ppose." Becky agreed easily enough, but the disgust and resignation was plain in her suddenly pale face.

Emma's and Becky's eyes met as Barry grabbed her hand and led her to the staircase Emma pulled a repulsed face and Becky rolled her eyes in response but mouthed 'done worse' to the younger brunette.

Cooking breakfast for Barry was no doubt the lesser of two evils, and Emma cooked breakfast for Ray most weekend mornings and brought it to him in bed, so she was used to the timing and had all the ingredients to hand.

She could even hear the repulsive grunting, straining noises from upstairs. And couldn't help picturing Barry sitting on the toilet with his pants round his ankles noisily emptying his bowels, straining and gritting his teeth with the effort while Becky, on her knees, her hands clutching his thighs with her head urgently bobbing up and down over his crotch. Maybe her loose hair falling between his thighs into the bowl beneath.

She'd be exerting herself, trying to suck him to the quickest climax of his life so she could breathe in some fresh air and get the fuck away from the smell.

Emma almost felt herself retching at the mere thought of it. While Becky was upstairs actually doing it.

"Fuck! Jesus! Fuck!! Suck it! Suck it! Work it bitch! Hhhrrrr... C'mon you were better than this last night. Get it together! Harder, get down there, get your throat around it! Ggggrrrr... Take it all the way down and hold it there... Arrrrgghh, Yeah! That's more fuckin' like it!!"