Chav Ch. 04 Pt. 01

"Ohh, yeah! Ohh, yeah! That's it! Take it babe! Work it good! Suck it bitch! Suck it deep! Suck me!!"

And then Parker's gaze turned and caught Becky's, caught her watching. He grinned at her, his eyes glowing with hard lust. And to Becky it looked wholly predatory, like a shark.

At the same time he slammed his hips even harder into Becky's mother's face, pounding the woman's throat with his hot hard erection. He was noisy with it too, grunting and groaning as he fucked the mother's throat and ogled the daughter lustfully.

His dark, hungry gaze shifted momentarily as, down below, Sandra reached between his buttocks with an experienced finger and shoved the digit deep into his anus to erotically massage his prostate.

Becky shook her head, averted her gaze and left without a word.

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It was already dark outside. The night sky was a deep midnight blue and the patchy clouds seemed to be formed of a thousand shades of grey, all of them oppressive and heavy.

A line of dull concrete streetlights pointed the way toward the town centre but only three out of the five closest ones were working.

The road drew away from the estate to Becky's right. In the distance on the opposite side were a row of terrace houses. Most of which were derelict or run down, doss houses for crack heads, or dens for gangs of kids doing whatever they could to avoid being forced to go to school.

The remainder of the estate stretched out in front of Becky and off to the left, her place close to the bottom right corner of the large rectangle that formed the shape of the Oakfield estate.

She only spotted the car when its headlights came on but she did recollect later (thinking back when she'd been looking at the out of order street lights), that it had been there, parked up, from before she stepped out of her front door.

The head lights struck her right in the eyes and the car wheels squealed as it performed a fast 'U' turn on the deserted road.

She saw it was an Audi from the street lights catching the four connected circles of it's logo, from the shape it looked like a TT.

As her view of the car changed from straight on, through side on and then rear view, Becky counted four heads inside the vehicle and she had a strong, stomach churning feeling that all four heads had been looking her way, even as the car shot noisily away up the street toward town.

Feeling uncomfortable and more than a little afraid, she dug out her phone and texted Rochelle.

- on way yours, meet me half way -

The reply:

- will do. Got news -

appeared after a few seconds. And Rochelle appeared five minutes later.

The hot lesbian babe with her delectable Afro-European bone structure and smooth coffee coloured skin, was super styled with her awesome body on display.

Charcoal ankle boots adorned with little silver chains covered her dainty feet, while white knee socks made her long sultry toned legs stand out and the bare upper thighs, that were almost as eye catching as Becky's boob tube, disappeared under a very short charcoal miniskirt that had a rectangular chain mail panel at the front that diminished into a narrow belt over the gray skirt, which chimed and caught the streetlight illumination alluringly.

The rest of her body was inside a high necked sleeveless elastic number that was black art nouveau vines and butterflies on white fabric. A chunky, high slung silver chain hung around her slender throat.

Her long black hair was all swept to one side, flowing freely past her right shoulder and the close cropped side above her left ear had a Celtic knot pattern shaved into it.

The girl's met, hugged and then shared a cigarette as they walked back to Rochelle's place.

The 'news' was laid out on Rochelle bed in the form of gorgeous young white woman. She was every bit the super model, with irrepressibly long shapely legs that ended in little turquoise hot pants, a lean, lithe torso that seemed to be all but devoid of curves, but looked enticing it a silky, sleeveless top. However, from the neck up she was quite simply faultless. Like a five foot tall version of Frankie from The Saturdays. Though blonde.

Actually she wasn't blonde. Her short straight hair was skillfully styled with alternate spiraling stripes of bubblegum pink and platinum. It reminded Becky of strawberry-and-cream toffees.

"Candi, this is Becky. The mate I told you about." Rochelle introduced.

"Nice t'meet 'cha, Becky." Candi said to Becky with a faint Irish accent.

"Wait. You're called Candi?!" Becky said, aghast.

"Yep, hence the hair!" The new girl replied confidently with a lush smile and a little head dance.

If it had been anyone else Becky would have probably been rolling around on the floor laughing, but this was Rochelle's piece so she maintained a deliberate air of respect for the gorgeous twenty something.

"I love your hair!" Becky said, gushing.

"Thanks, my brother's in the biz, it's one of his creations."

"S'great!"

Rochelle joined her new squeeze on the bed and they immediately intertwined, arms, thighs and cheek to cheek.

"I love what's happening with your top!" Candi returned with a wanton lick of her lips. Her eyes bulging as she ogled the bulging front of Becky's boob-tube.

"Great set of tits you've got there Becky. Rochelle didn't do you justice. You're really hot!"

Becky said nothing. She was to busy blushing to reply.

"Erm, thanks." She eventually managed. "So, coming round to see how the other half live are you?"

She knew it sounded bitchy and accusatory, and hadn't meant it to. She had just wanted to change the subject. But Rochelle knew her too well to misread and Candi didn't seem concerned in the slightest.

"Actually I was born right here." Candi replied casually. "My dad died of a heroine overdose when I was ten. I decided I wasn't going the same way." She added with a shrug.

Rochelle took over the story, as she slid one hand into the wide arm hole of Candi's sleeveless top, going for a miniscule and, Becky decided, bra-less, breast.

"Candi got out Becks! Dodged the gangs and pimps. She buckled down and finished school. Then went and did her A Levels!"

"I'm heading for Uni in the autumn. I've already been accepted in Edinburgh. Studying for a computer science degree... And fashion." Candi finished.

Her smooth, cherubic, doll-like cheeks flushed prettily and her eyes glistened with obvious lust. She snaked a hand down under Rochelle's chain-mail fronted skirt.

Rochelle picked up the conversation but her voice was decidedly tremulous as Candi started a little finger play up between the tops of her thighs. Becky was torn between feeling uncomfortable and a gooseberry and enjoying the closeness of her best mate, the sisterhood that they shared and now shared with Candi. She liked Candi. She was cool. And hot to boot.

"Becky's lil sister'll be going the same way I'll bet!" Rochelle commented, reaching with her free hand for her phone on the bedside table. She flicked through her photos until she found a picture of the younger bombshell Jeni in a bikini. Barely in a bikini.

The lovely, teenage Taylor, younger of the two, looked like a blazing beacon of combined angelic beauty and a demoness of pure lust with her beautiful features and huge doe-like brown eyes and the body that was designed as the acme of desire and paragon of sin.

"That's Jeni." Rochelle said with a knowing grin and watched with amusement as Candi's eyes popped out of her skull.

"Jesus fuck! That's your sister! What a fucking vixen!"

Becky smarted, feeling the sharp stiletto of jealousy.

"Why the fuck've you got a pic of our kid on your phone!?"

"Wankin' material honey! Thought it was obvious! Your Jeni's too hot for fuckin' words!"

"Fuck me Rochelle!" Becky groaned, shaking her head with incredulity.

Candi laughed, though her eyes were glued to the on-screen glamour shot right up until Rochelle dumped the phone back on the bedside table out of sight.

Rochelle was pulled back into Candi's personal space, by the gorgeous girl launching an arm out, gently hooking Rochelle's throat and pulling her back close in, face to face, then lips pursed and met, and then parted and excited tongues danced from mouth to mouth, while hands caressed erogenous zones, the kind of areas boys knew nothing of or thought inconsequential, but they made the girl's almost writhe with rising mutual desire. The caresses quickly moved to more obvious areas and the teasing alluring intimacy grew very erotic and very serious.

However, Becky hardly noticed at first, she had really caught in Becky's mind and bugged her to distraction was that Rochelle's assessment of Jeni was more than likely right.

The little swot was well on her way to passing her final exams, and was a safe bet to end up going to University.

She was already out of Oakfield, now living with her dad a few miles away toward the other side of town. Not a long way away, but she had escaped this hell hole and was sprinting away from their old life at a mile a minute.

Becky was simultaneously proud and jealous of her little sister. It had always been that way. She loved her and was jealous and envied her all at the same time. It had always made for a difficult and confusing relationship for the both of them. And she had to admit that she secretly hated herself for pimping Jeni out to get that cash for Garton. She shouldn't have done it. But at the time she'd been desperate and Jeni had been royally pissing her off during the weeks leading up to it, so she'd become beguiled by the idea of fucking her sister over, dragging her back down into Becky's sordid reality, giving her a proper taste of the Oakfield life she always been able to avoid, even though she lived in the midst of it.

But no. She regretted it and felt guilty and sorry for what Jeni had endured. But there was nothing she could do about that now. What's done was done.

"Tell her Roch. Tell her the good news." Candi said, pulling away from her lover and seemingly bubbling with excitement.

An excitement which, by the playful hands of both girls on each others' enticing bodies, was increasingly erotic.

"Tell me what?" Becky asked, trying to shrug off the depression that thinking of Jeni was clawing at her.

However, the depression didn't go anywhere. Becky saw it in Rochelle's expression, the serious, slightly downbeat pout. The hesitancy. This wasn't going to be good news.

"I'm getting out of here too. When Candi heads up to Edinburgh next month... I'll be going with her."

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Becky stayed another half hour, smoking and drinking with the horny, celebratory lovers but she really wasn't up to it.

Rochelle had been trying to fill Becky in on her plans, packing her things, collecting a few owed debts then going and find herself some shitty job in Edinburgh, waitressing or bar work or whatever, she didn't care what, as long as she could pay her way. However Candi was undeniably hot for her by then, and their lusty playfulness started getting more than a bit serious.

Becky was half expecting they would try and pull her along with them - with the girl-on-girl fucking, not the move to Scotland, and she wasn't in the mood, so she played the feeling-like-a-gooseberry card and left them to it.

But in reality she was feeling abandoned and alone, and depressed, stuck in the Oakfield shit unable to get herself free of it.

Emma gone (though she hesitated in thinking of that dumb bitch as a friend), Jeni coming round less and less, Donna, little Lisa and their mum had left in the middle of the night a few weeks ago, after what that loan shark and his goons did to them.

She was loosing friends fast.

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She headed home quickly and fortunately she didn't meet anyone else on the way back. She was too engrossed in her own problems to notice much of anything until she was back in her flat and her ears were filled with the obvious, unrestricted, unconfined and deafening cacophony of Kasey Parker still fucking ten shades of shit out of her mum.

She popped into the toilet first and then crossed the hall to the living room. The main light and television had been left on but the room was deserted.

On the coffee table was the leftover cocaine paraphernalia and two prepared but untouched lines.

With a shrug, Becky snatched up a waiting straw and snorted the lines up herself and then, waiting for the tingling buzz to kick in, headed for her bedroom.

The noise of her mum and Parker fucking filled her brain.

"Fuck! Urgghh!! Fuck yeah! I'm bashing your back door in! Bashin' it in like a fuckin' cop raid!"

"Owww! Owww! Owww! Bash it in Kase! Bash my back door! Do me! Do me! Do me!"

Becky could tell they were in her mum's bedroom and that the door was wide open. She would have to go past that room to get to hers.

"Oh fuck! Sandy you're such a fucking good lay! Fuck-damn your arse feels great! You really know how to treat your man don'chu?!"

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! There any more a'that coke about lover boy..?"

"Greedy bitch, you're still paying off that last couple'a lines! Work my dick 'till I'm sorted then maybe you can have bit more!"

"Okay okay. Feel this then!"

Becky paused in the doorway. The lights were off and the curtains closed but there was plenty of light to see by. They were at it doggie style on the bed. Becky's mum pressed up against the metal bedstead on her hands and knees while Parker squatted behind her, his hands on her huge tits that, even with him griping them, were swinging violently back and forth under her.

His dick was, of course, stuffed up her ass while he had Sandy ramming herself back and forth in the space between his thighs and the bedstead, fast and hard.

His fingers pulled at her erect nipples, tugging at them as though he was milking the udders of a cow.

Becky moved on. Went to her own bedroom next door and shut the door tight, hoping the noise would be silenced. It wasn't.

"...Squeeze your arse hole around my dick. Squeeze it tight! That's it! Oh fuck yeah! That's fucking fantastic!"

"Uurrgghh! Uurrgghh! Uurrgghh!" Sandy's groaned reply was crystal clear through the wall.

Becky lay back on her bed, kicked off her shoes and then the rest of her clothes, then wriggled herself into a comfortable position.

She lay there with the slamming of her mum's bedstead against her bedroom wall, the loud slap of flesh on flesh and their mutual, dirty, sex noises filling her ears and her room.

"You're so fuckin' good at this Sandy. You're gonna proper drain my balls at this rate. So! Fucking! Good! So! Fucking! Good!"

"Go on! Uuurrrggghhhh! Go On! Uuurrrggghhh! Come up me! Come good! Uuurrrggghhh! Come on Kase, fill my arse with your white stuff!"

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Gonna make you shit spunk bitch! By. The. Fucking. Bucket. Load!! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

"Oohhh! Oohhh! Oohhh! Oohhh!" Sandra's response was loud and harsh and drawn out.

"Oh God! Take it Sandy! Take my cum! Uuuuggghhhhh!!" Parker groaned louder than ever.

"Yeah babe! I feel it shootin' in me! You're fillin' my arse up! Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Oohhh! Fuck! That's makin' me fucking cum!! Yes!! Yes!! Yesss!!"

Becky lit up a cigarette and tried to block out the noise. This was going to go on for hours. She was lonely and down in the dumps and just wanted someone to chat to. Something to distract her from picturing what was getting done to her mum on the other side of the wall.

She got her phone out and flicked through her contacts for Jeni's number.

Her little sister had been on her mind since Rochelle had brought her up. No, since before then. She dialled and waited for the response, turning the volume way up while she waited.

"Hi sis. What'cher up to?"

"Hiya Becky. Homework. But I was gonna take a break anyway. You okay?"

"Sure. Just that mum's getting it yet again. Takin' it up the arse too by the sounds of it, screamin' the place down she is. Making fucking noises like a... I don't know... Rabid donkey or some'at."

"Typical..." Jeni laughed down the phone.

A little awkward, a little embarrassed, Jeni's laughter was half light tinkling bells, half dirty Carry-On film laugh.

"What you been up to?"

"Dad took me shopping. I got this gorgeous top. Gold, wrap around, bit like a kimono with a scooping neckline. Make the boy's eyes pop out it will!" She laughed again. "Dad hated it of course."

"That's how you know you've made a good choice, when your dad don't approve."

"Yeah... So, what you up to?"

"Nowt. Just pinched a line of mum's coke, dossin' on my bed. Tryin' to distract myself from their din."

"Oh.... Becks, don't overdose or anything will you?"

"Don't be fucking daft!"

"Just saying..."

"I know..." The silence drew on and Becky was loosing her nerve so she forced herself to say what she'd wanted to. "Jeni, I miss you. I miss my swotty little sister."

"I miss you too. But, no offence to you or mum, I'm better off at my dad's. It's quieter here, closer to college."

"I know... Don't suppose your dad'd let me come visit some time would he?" She knew the answer before she asked the question.

"...Sorry sis, he doesn't want you in his house. Not after... well..."

"...I know, I know. I've only got myself to blame. I'm a bitch."

"Not all the time." Jeni muttered hesitantly. Trying to be honest and supportive at the same time. It wasn't easy.

"...I'm... sorry Jeni. For... Well, you know..."

"Everything...?"

There was a slice of humour in Jeni's reply which smoothed Becky's uncertainty and rising defensive annoyance.

The little tart was being gracious. So she bloody well should! It wasn't every day that Becky Taylor said sorry for anything!

"...I forgive you."

Jeni sounded so heartfelt that Becky felt a lump catch in her throat and her eyes misted.

"Cool... Anyway. You'd better get back to it. I'll let you go... Love you sis."

"Okay. I love you too Becks. See you."

"Bye."

And then Becky ended the call and tossed her phone over onto the bedside cabinet. She crushed the life out of her half smoked cigarette in the top of the Coke can and then dropped the butt inside before flicking off the light and lying back, wondering if the noise of her mum getting fucked was going to end any time soon, or if she'd be able to fall asleep with it going on.

She lay there, naked but warm, trying to let sleep pull her away but the noise of those two fucking like animals was insistently keeping her away from the land of nod.

She grumbled to herself, threw a trainer at the wall, which resulted in muffled laughter from next door, then louder shagging noises than ever before.

Eventually Becky buried her head under her pillow...

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Becky Taylor sat on the narrow window ledge on the upper floor of Ray Mather's little house, looking in on Ray and Emma McDonald in the early morning. It was raining outside, the cascading droplets drumming in a delicate machine gun staccato on the misted double glazing. Becky was getting wet sitting on the two inch window ledge, but her view inside the small unruly bedroom was impeccable. She was already horny and she knew she was in for a show.

Emma always got more than her fair share of dick stuffing, Becky had seen that much for herself in the short couple of months they had known each other. And she was about to get some more. Ray was already awake.

He rolled onto his side, propped up on one lean tanned elbow, hooked the duvet and threw it back showing off his grubby lean labourers physique, the smattering of chest hair that danced between his toned but not pronounced pectorals marched in an oddly thin vertical trail down the centre-line of his abdominals, their shape concealed beneath a layer of beer belly, to meet the patch of salt and pepper pubic hair below his naval. The light made his beer gut more pronounced than maybe it should have been. His cock was already a full stretch. A fuck-off impressive display of morning wood, stone-hard and perfectly chiseled as though by michael-gelo or whatever the fuck that artist bloke was called. It made Becky's mouth water. Thick as her wrist with this fuck-off purple bobby's helmet pushing out from the wrinkled foreskin. Under it was a set of balls, thick with spunk and big as a pair of apples.