Chav Ch. 03

She was still tight and she cinched his erection like a fist, but Bull's previous foray and Rod's own finger-play earlier had prepared her anus well enough.

Once his hips were pressing and grinding against her lovely soft cushioning ass, his hands encircled her throat again, both of them, snugly but not constricting her. He held her by her neck as he started to buck his powerful hips against her smooth sensuous bottom, pumping his hard hot shaft into her burning hot anal tunnel.

Both the men, pounding into the two teenage girls, each with his own fast powerful rhythm, looked across at each other, grinning, their skin gleaming with sweat, eyes alight with their raw individual sexual passions.

"I was just thinking about Derby." Rod grunted.

"They'll be on their way back with them by now won't they?"

"Sure, but we've still got a good twenty minutes yet."

"Remember when we first had her?"

"Fuck yeah, that was fucking hilarious!"

Bull, strangely, turned his attention to Becky, including her in the conversation.

"We pulled them over on their first time here. They were in this old, crappy, beat up Land Rover, probably pinched. That'd be why they didn't put up a fuss. There was mum and dad, an older brother and two sisters, Karyn was the other one. Mum was a fat old monster of a thing or else she'd'a got it too. The brother tried it on and we had to mace him and give him a bit of the old truncheon. That kept the fight out of the two sisters. We lugged 'em both to the backseat of our ride and fucked 'em. Nice and hard. Made 'em cry and everything. Definitely popped both their butt hole cherries, maybe even all three."

"Doubtful all three, they were already a pair of sluts. The brother and dad'd probably fucked 'em both before we got anywhere near 'em." Rod commented,

Bull laughed and filled his big hands with Becky's bouncing tits for the umpteenth time in the last hour.

"Good old fashioned introduction to the local area, set 'em up for the rest of their lives." Rod added, laughing, still pounding away in Emma's ass.

Her face had gone pale, eyes open wide and tear filled, but she took it with her usual silent, grim resoluteness.

"I remember what happened to Karyn..." Bull mentioned.

"Yeah, she got snatched, train-ganged and dumped in that park for all comers. Ended up with a fat belly. Not surprising, she was the looker of the family. Picked the wrong gang to get involved with though didn't she. Vipers were a bunch of pussy's, all mouth and no action. I think they're all dead now aren't they?"

"Or in prison. Karyn had a lucky escape, if you can call what she got done to her in that park lucky."

"'Cause it was, she got out of it in one piece didn't she! She was fostered out to some family up north I heard. What became of that bastard brother?"

"Oh, he was always on the rob wasn't he, drugs, usual story. Robbed the wrong place, got glassed and proper fucked over, they found him three days later at the tip. Died in hospital. No loss to anyone."

"Remember Carol last year?!" Bull took up the conversation.

"Fuck yeah!"

As Rod laughed long and loud at the recollection, Bull again, retold the tale to Becky while he kneaded her pert ass cheeks and prodded her anus with one fat finger and she bounced hurriedly up and down on his hard, heavy meat.

"I can't remember what she'd been up to when we caught up with her but it wasn't even dark, maybe four in the afternoon. Wasn't she ripping off primary school kids at the school gates or something...?"

He glanced over at Rod for confirmation, but the other officer was far too busy with Emma, twisting her head to the side to feed her his tongue, while his other hand mauled her soft buttocks and his big hard on slammed away, fast and deep between them.

"...Anyway, it was just after new year and we were still hung over, didn't want the usual bullshit paper work so we locked her up until the night bus started it's rounds then we dragged her on there, hand cuffed her to the backseat and gave the driver the key, told her not to un-cuff her 'till his shift ended. It was a busy fucking night for the bus that time. Carol got fucking drowned in cum! Must have been made to empty forty or fifty set of balls before the driver unlocked her. Balls of all ages. She could barely move afterwards, her eyes were glued shut with spunk, she was doubling over and spewing the stuff every few steps, her belly was bloated with all of it. She'd had all her clothes ripped off hours before, spunk matted in her hair. She'd've been shitting the white stuff for a week afterward I'll bet."

"I heard she even got grabbed and fucked by some homeless bastards on her way home too. Being naked and all. Tripled by stinking, diseased, fucking homeless freaks! Would have loved to have seen that! Fuck me, but she got some action that night. Taught her a thing or two I bet." Rod said.

He was panting now, obviously close to filling Emma's rectum with the contents of his huge bloated testicles.

"That's why she got to be such a good fuck, sheer hardcore practice. Seven solid hours none stop getting fucked on the back of a bus. What was that yank porn flick Debbie does Dallas? She'd have topped that shit easy that night."

Thirty seconds later Rod shot his load deep into Emma's tight rectum, with a loud groan and a frantic battering of her soft bouncy ass, emptying his balls and white washing the pretty brunette's guts with gouts of his thick hot spunk.

Ten minutes after that and Bull was physically lifting and dropping Becky on his shaft, more a masturbatory tool than a fuck. But before long he pushed her down onto her back and missionary fucked her until he leaped up to his own climax.

He grabbed her ankles and held them together over her head, so Becky was practically bent double, her own hands clawing at the musty smelling damp fabric of the mattress beneath her for purchase and stability.

As he fucked her, his thrusts getting harder and faster by the minute, Bull slapped at her ass with one hand while he leaned up and slammed his hips against her raised bottom again and again. When he wasn't slapping her buttocks he was slapping at her sore tits, making them bounce and shudder even more than his thrusts already were and occasionally pulling and twisting her nipples.

After five minutes he was pounding the teen chav so hard that he was shunting her bodily across the mattress six inches at a time.

It wasn't long before she was scrabbling for a tight enough grip and her head and then her shoulders were hanging free of the mattress and thumping against the filthy concrete floor beneath her.

Emma lay flat on her front, exhausted and sore. She was too tired to think but her head was turned toward Becky and Bull and she was watching through the frame of hair that half hung over her pretty face.

Rod was lying beside her, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, propped up on one elbow, absently caressing Emma's soft naked ass with one big idle hand while he watched Bull's performance with wry interest.

When Bull finally climaxed, he leg go of Becky's legs, which naturally spread and lowered, dragged his elephantine cock quickly out of her tender pussy and just let fly. He didn't even have to tug on the shaft to get it going. He just focussed and then started shooting. Half a dozen great arcing bursts of his thick pearlescent cum filled the air above Becky's prone torso. Each one reaching right over her from pussy lips to above her head. They shot out in projected, viscous, rainbow-arcs of creamy white. And came splattering down onto her, hot and thick. It was like being soaked by a garden hose.

"Oh fuck me! Jesus! Fucking hell!" Becky squealed and writhed as though trying to protect herself from his cum raining down on her.

"Fucking right!" Bull grunted, panting and laughing, enjoying his protracted climax.

Becky could actually hear the sound of pressurised squirting as the cum erupted from his slick bloated cock crown.

"Jesus. I had all that up my arse." Emma muttered, still lying prone on her front, still trying to catch her breath and watching though hooded eyes at the immense orgasm going on over on the other mattress.

Unfortunately, it had a invigorating effect on Rod. He wanted more. He spoke the second Bull was done.

"Taylor, get over here!"

He grunted at her while fisting his already semi hard cock to bring it up full hardness.

"Leave Bull's scum on you, this piece is gonna lick it all off then feed it back to you."

"Fer fuck's sake! You've had your bastard fun, can't you just leave us be?! Let me get my breath back at least! Sick fucking twat!"

Rod smiled at her but his eyes were thunderous, malevolent.

"You know what we do to cunts when they start whining too much and dragging their feet? We mace 'em in the face and stick a truncheon up their ass and then do what the fuck we want anyway! You want me do that to you first? Or are you gonna heel, roll over and do tricks like the bitch dog you are!?"

"Tears and snot make a great lube for throat fucking. Mace is the best if you want that shit slimy and slobbering." Bull added with a deep rumbling laugh of his own.

"Not good for you girls though."

Becky baulked, snarled, bit back tears, sulked a little. Her eyes danced momentarily to the pile of Police uniforms with the mace and truncheons visible and much closer to them than her. Her shoulders sagged in defeat and she carefully shuffled over like a crab, trying to keep the thick cooling spunk from running off her body.

"Good doggie!" Rod laughed and then grabbed hold of her.

Once on Rod's mattress, with Emma all but shoved out of the way by the burly Officer, Becky was pulled into an upright kneeling position with Rod right behind her.

"Get up here and lick her clean. I don't have to tell you where the mouthfuls are going." Rod grunted at Emma.

"You want me to swallow them?" Emma said naively. Fortunately, Rod laughed.

"You can do that. But only after you and her have snow-balled it half a dozen times. Now get to work."

Emma got to work, the two girl's kneeling upright, face to face, Emma's hands on Becky's waist to steady them both. Then the younger girl bent and started to slide her tongue, in long careful runs from her hip bone up over her flat and slightly fluttering abdomen, over her ribs to just beneath the pert, under-curve of her full breasts.

Becky barely managed to bite down a little sigh of sensual pleasure. Emma felt it in the tingling surface of her goose-bumped flesh all the same.

Fortunately Rod's attention was wholly directed between Becky's perky ass cheeks. He reached between them gave her hot and well used pussy a bit of a touch up while he fisted his cock to test it's hardness. Once satisfied, he lodged it into her delicate peach and quickly penetrated her, pressing the large shaft forward until his hips mashed against her tight, well rounded buttocks.

Emma was sucking up cold tendrils of Bull's thick cock-cream from between Becky's thrust quivering breasts so Rod got his hands around the chav's neck to hold her still and steady to receive his stabbing cock.

Emma, embarrassed and uncertain, her mouth full, came up face to face with Becky, her head tilted back slightly, mouth a little open, slimy cum rolling across her tongue. Becky gently took the younger teen in her arms, taking charge and drew them together. In fact the sensation of Emma's delicate, soothing and rather erotic tongue had a lighted the fires that the likes of that dyke Rochelle teased her about.

Becky was determined that, unlike Rochelle, she was in no way bisexual. She liked cock and she liked the feel of it up her (if she wanted it and it was sticking out of the groin of a handsome or rich and fanciable hunk at least), but sometimes she did like the feel of another girl's smooth curves against her own, the soft feminine kisses and caresses that lads just couldn't manage, they were all cavemen after all.

But that didn't make her a dyke. She put her pleasure of it down to that it was a gentler experience, a change to the everyday hard angry fucking she invariably took from lads. That and the fact that she had grown used to it over the years. All that forced lesbian shit they were made to do at parties for the lads, and the few times she'd owed Rochelle favours and had agreed to pay it in kind.

That was all it was, she told herself, as her lips met Emma's and her arms came around the other girl's naked body and she felt a fresh tingling in her loins beginning, completely separate to the feel of Rod's huge sadistic meat thumping into her from behind.

She relaxed into the kiss and the warmth of Emma's soft, lush body and she enjoyed it. Their lips touched and pressed softly, then harder and then Emma's mouth opened, Becky's tongue delved and scooped up the cum.

Their tongues met and danced, shifting from one mouth to the other, taking the cum and their mingled saliva back and forth.

In an abrupt and unwelcome interruption, Becky's breasts were snatched up and hefted and squeezed firmly from behind. She felt them lifted and pulled, pressed against Emma's daintier teenage orbs, while Rod blindly tried to stroke Emma's nipples with Becky's. The girls tried to ignore it as their kiss continued.

Emma finally ended the kiss. Becky gulped down the mouthful of mixed fluid while her hands subconsciously started to slide down Emma's back towards her bottom, but the younger brunette gently pulled back and her mouth and tongue slid back down Becky's body for more residue spunk.

Bull had had enough of sitting there watching. Rod was already getting some again and he felt left out. Becky's hands were heading for Emma's ass and that made him want it again. Rod was fucking one end of the line, he could do the other end, fuck Emma and turn the line into a double-filled sandwich.

He got up and shuffled across to the other mattress, his huge cock already fully erect, stiff as a board and ready for more.

He took up position, covered Becky's hands with his own and held Emma still, as she felt his presence behind her which started an automatic panicked reaction.

"Hold still, little bitch. You've taken it up the arse before, you're taking it again." Bull grunted, spreading her cheeks with his hard hurtful grip and then his hot, hard cock head was once again pressing against her anus.

Emma caught hold of her panic and boxed it in. She took deep relaxing breaths and tried to think of Ray and when he liked to bugger her, tried to think of it as Ray instead of this animal. But the cock was simply too large to support the fantasy of it being Ray, and the man behind it too aggressive and insensitive. So instead she found herself fighting back tears and rising anguish.

Bull's phallus relentlessly pressed her anal ring open and insinuated itself a few inches inside her rectum. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back onto the shaft as he forced it forward with a slow though forceful motion of his powerful hips.

Again, the penetration was almost easy, tight and hot and cinching certainly, but his shaft slid inward with relative ease and in only ten or twenty seconds of effort he was balls deep inside Emma's hot gripping guts.

The teenager vocalised her violation with a long, high pitched, tremulous groan but then her tongue went obediently back to cleaning off Becky's slender pretty torso.

"Reach under Taylor and play with my balls." Rod grunted at Emma from over Becky's shoulder.

Again, Emma obediently did as she was instructed.

The difficult foursome fuck didn't last long. Emma fondled Rod's scrotum awkwardly, while almost continually French kissing Becky, her arched position pressing her bottom backwards for Bull's sodomising pleasure. The girl's arms were around each other, more for physical support than anything else.

All the while, the men hefted and pressed both of their pairs of breasts together, flicking and stroking hard nipple against hard nipple while they pounded away with their usual hard-deep-fast pace.

They both reached their climaxes quickly and at approximately the same time. Rod first, he just ground his hips against Becky's ass, pulled out at the last minute and shot his load all over her naked bottom and arched lower back.

Bull climaxed straight up Emma's anus, pumping her guts full of even more seed.

He slumped back afterwards with a deep, satiated sigh and allowed his softening phallus to slide free of the girl's rectum of it's own accord, one tired hand stroking a firm, broad buttock, almost gently.

The men said nothing else. Even their orgasms had punctuated by little more than gasping breathy groans of passion. The girls were all but ignored.

They got up, preparing, tiredly, to leave. The orgy was finally over it seemed.

They wiped the residue seed from their flaccid cocks on Becky's borrowed skirt, wide mischievous grins etched on their mutely satisfied faces and then got dressed and left.

They didn't even look at the girls. Just grinned, dressed and left.

Bull dropped Ray's car keys on the floor as he departed.

And that was then end of that.

The girl's slowly and painfully shuffled around, working strength and sensation back into their aching limbs. And then they too got dressed. Emma collected her boyfriend's car keys.

PART THREE:

ENEMY TERRITORY.

"Jesus fucking Christ! I'm glad that's over. Every fucking muscle's sore! Not to mention my tits! Feels like they've been shoved in a meat grinder!" Becky moaned.

"Mm-hmm."

"Fucking dirty bastards." Becky muttered, trying to flick off the residue spunk that was soaking into her borrowed skirt. "Bet your arse it a bit pained innit?"

"Yeah." Emma grunted hoarsely.

"How many times did them bastards shove it up there?"

"I'm trying not to think about it. Can we get outta here? I just want to go home."

"Fucking right."

They were barely at the door when they heard the roaring of numerous motorcycle engines. The girls left the mattress room all the same but soon found themselves trapped and at risk of being caught all over again.

They darted to their right, managed to slip into another side room and push the door almost all the way shut before the makeshift garage filled with dirtied leather and denim encased bikers and their highly polished and well maintained motorcycles.

"They take better care of the bikes than themselves!" Emma muttered, watching through the gap in the not quite closed door.

"Hush!"

Becky was kneeling down by the door watching through the same gap.

Emma stood behind her, leaning forward to see the bikers as they lined up their bikes carefully, kicking out the foot rests and switching off their engines. The smell was rank and thick. Engine fumes and hot rubber burned the back of the girl's throats but, somehow, they kept the urge to cough and retch at bay.

Then they noticed Carol Derby and a blonde girl. The blonde was wearing lilac pyjamas. The material hugged her lean athletic figure, the satin catching the dim daylight and allowing it to play across her meagre curves, almost certainly showing off more of her figure than she would have liked.

Derby was still wearing the mud splattered shell suit pants and trainers, but her hoodie was missing and she just had on the skimpy and elasticated vest top.

She had been brought in on one of the bikes in the middle of the group, face down over the lap of the rider, hands cuffed behind her back and her legs bent back, heels pressing against her ass, probably tied there, so she wasn't dragging her feet on the floor. How the rider had managed to steer or stay balanced on his bike Becky couldn't imagine.

The blonde girl in pyjamas had been made to ride pillion with another of the bikers, though she had been sitting in front of the rider, on the edge of the petrol tank, facing him with her arms securely around his torso. She was very pretty but she was obviously very frightened and had certainly been crying. The puffy and fear widened eyes made her seem very young, she couldn't have been any older than twenty, though it was hard to tell.