Chav Ch. 04 Pt. 02

She whinnied and whimpered and the lad growled and then suddenly he was up her ass and driving his hips hard against her fleshy, quivering buttocks.

"Oh fuck! That's what I was after! Fuck yeah! Take it you fuckin' heifer! Take my big dick in yer shitter!"

Becky missed Ann's whimpered, teary response, but she couldn't fail to hear the loud and distinct crack of his open hand on her naked bottom.

"Yer my fuckin' heifer. Yer the team's fuckin' heifer! An' I'll tell you now, the only reason you're coming along this weekend is so we've got a nice, easy, back door to plough our dick's with and someone to lick our spunk up with. But don't worry, there'll be plenty'a booze and weed for ya! Now fuck yer fat arse back on me an' get ready t'take my spunk, you fuckin' heifer!"

As Becky passed them by, leaving the girl's pathetic whimpering and the lad's loud, animated grunting behind her, Becky had a sudden realisation that the dozen or so other girl's on the main street beyond would more or less doing the same thing. They just weren't being quite so open and honest about it.

So, really, what was the difference between her and Ann Edwards? Most of the girls, Becky included, were essentially playing by the same rules, degrading themselves in order to fit in.

At least Ann was matter-of-fact about it. Not hiding it behind youth lifestyle, street culture and all that bullshit.

The appearance of the smarmy business suited perv, with the big cock and bigger bank account, caught her eye and cast all thoughts of Ann Edwards away. Becky angled for him, quick and determined.

She watched him as she crossed the street and accelerated her pace, trying not to let the hope and excitement get the better of her. Little day dream fantasies of them lounging on a beach in Spain, no, the Bahamas! Drinking cocktails, being cooled by big beefy black men with palm leaves. Then later, still on the beach, though alone, screwing, passionate, frantic and horny, by moonlight. She cast the silly thoughts aside and watched him.

He was standing with a group of what looked like University sluts from out of town, probably sampling the night life.

They might be Uni sluts but they obviously weren't smart enough to regret their decision so far.

Three of them were pretty chubby girls, with too tight leggings and t-shirts on with big quaffed hair and thick make up.

Of the other two, one was little with short blonde hair and a delicate frame that looked like a pixie and then there was the other one who the smarmy, rich bastard had set his eye on.

She was tall and slender and very pretty, with proper tight skinny jeans on and a snug, sleeveless Lycra top that was a mass of swirling colours like stylised wind-carved clouds.

Her tits were by no means big, but the Lycra made then jut forward enticingly. She had an ass to die for.

Her straight long dark hair was whipped up in a front poof with curtains that fell smoothly from her temples and framed her pretty, big-blue-eyed face perfectly.

As Becky watched him talking to her, being obvious, posing, showing off, flashing the cash and then grinning like a shark, the girl was going redder and redder, her eyes all over the place, sometimes directed by the business man's words, sometimes dragged away from him. Then, at his final comment, she blushed like a cute strawberry, called him a pervert and then stalked away with her bitch posse following her, all looking aghast and disgusted.

The man just stood there watching the girls depart. Well, watching the hotly flexing ass of the girl he'd chatted up and laughing.

Becky closed in on him, flicking open her jacket to reveal her braless breasts, using her quivering breasts and her prettiest, most alluring, smile to draw his attention.

"Hi, remember me?" She said, her best sexy smile reeling him in.

His eyes did the ubiquitous long, slow, up and down over her slender, curvy young body. He returned her smile, but his had a predatory, shark-like intensity to it once again.

"I do." He said easily.

"I have something I wanna ask you..." She began, but the man held up a hand.

"Pleasure always before business. You wanna hook up? You up for a quickie? Like last time, thirty quid to fuck your cunt, or fifty for anal."

"Well, maybe. That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about..."

"Pleasure before business." He repeated, snappily, talking over her. "Say 'yes' and maybe we'll talk."

"Okay then." Becky sighed. "I won't take it up my bum though. I'm not doing anal. Just a quick fuck."

"Fine by me. Long as you get me off good."

He grabbed her wrist and hurriedly led her down a shadowy alley between two shops. Street lights gave off a little illumination, enough to show off the dank bricks and flaking concrete skimming, the cracked concrete floor, old, cracked plastic guttering and drainpipes, wind gathered litter, both fresh and ancient, sun-bleached and matted together by rain water. A couple of old cars were parked there too, maybe abandoned.

"Strip. I'll let you leave your trainers on but that's all." He said.

She shrugged nonchalantly.

"What's your name anyway?" Becky asked as she started to strip her clothes off.

The jacket came off easily, though the tight lacy top was a bit harder, the skirt unfastened in a split second and unwrapped itself. She deposited each garment carefully on the bonnet of the nearest car.

"Why?" He asked, his eyes sticking out of his skull and drool all but pouring from his partly open mouth.

"Just curious. This'll be the second time you've had me and I don't even know your name yet."

She bent from the waist and slipped the thong down her long legs, showing off. Showing him what she had on offer. Selling herself.

She left the knee socks and her trainers on and then turned to face him again. A coquettish smile playing at her full lips.

"It's Adam." He said.

He was flushed, visibly horny and a little breathless with his obvious desire for her. "Happy now? Right, hurry up and bend over the bonnet."

Becky leaned over the bonnet, putting her weight on her forearms and waited patiently for him. Apparently he wasn't bothered about fore play at all.

"Keep your legs together."

She did so, felt him grasping her taut cool buttocks, felt him spread her lips with his thumbs, felt him try to penetrate her.

She was warm but pretty dry and the rasping feel of his hot hardness spreading her sensitive labia sent shivers and sharp stabs of frictional stinging through her unprepared pussy.

Then Becky heard him grunt as he recognised her lack of lubrication, she heard him hawking up saliva.

There was a pause while she pictured him spreading his drool over his cock and then in time with her imagination, he shuffled forward and pressed the hot slick weight of his huge hard cock against her pussy lips and then pushed his way home.

He was as big as she remembered and he required a couple more mouthfuls of his saliva to lube his cock adequately. However, once he was properly inside her, gripped by her tightness and bathed in her succulent heat, he started up a deep firm sawing of his cock in and out of the divine cave of her pussy.

Becky couldn't help but give a groan as she felt that huge hot, heavy meat filling and stretching her insides. And she realised this was the first time she'd had a cock in her pussy since... When was it? Before her mum died. Parker had been the last man to fuck her but he'd stuck it up her arse. Probably the weekend before but she couldn't remember who it had been.

The business guy, now thoroughly into it, leaned over her back to hook up her big swinging breasts and squeeze them firmly in his clawing, horny hands.

Becky knew from experience that he wasn't going to last long.

She felt herself getting wet, through the numbing fast deep thrusting cock that stretched her insides in every direction, her own juices easing the hot friction and making Becky groan with rousing desire and mingled guilt, that she was enjoying a fuck on the day she'd cremated her mum.

The man fucked her harder and faster, driving his cock deep into her, and slapping his hips against her sexy ass while he mauled her lush young breasts, pulling at her hard nipples and growling against the back of her head with his usual aggressive lust.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! Jesus!! Fuck!!" The horny business man groaned. "Turn around, I wanna spunk on your tits! Hurry up!"

He stumbled back and Becky quickly pushed herself up, squatted down against the wheel arch of the parked car and pressed her torso back against the bonnet again. He threw himself hard onto her as both of their hands mashed together onto her large perky tits and wrapped his hard throbbing meat in their soft pillowing warmth.

He fucked her tits fast, like a rabid dog. Clawing at the soft fleshed though firm orbs, making Becky wince and chew at her bottom lip.

"Oh fuck yeah! Fine fucking melons! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Work my cock! Work it! You little fucking whore!"

And then his cum burst out of his bloated purple crown in a half dozen huge wet bursts of thick steaming hot pearlescent fluid.

The smarmy bastard, at the last second, grabbed Becky's head and angled her mouth to his cum spurting crown and made her take the last three or four gouts of spunk across her tongue, shoving his dick in deep, lodging it a good way down her throat while he let fly.

"Swallow my spunk! Oh fuck! Swallow it down! Take it all! You dirty fucking chav whore!"

Becky gagged and spluttered but she gulped the hot, plentiful cum down in a couple of heavy swallows.

"Jesus! Fuck! That was fucking amazing!" He said once his balls were drained and he was flicking the last vestiges of his seed over the teenage hottie's pert and proffered rack.

Becky was using tissues from her little handbag to clean up her chest, tits and cleavage of the cooling spunk, and the business man was straightening out his clothes when Ann Edwards limped past them.

She eyed Becky and the business man and Becky threw her a cold but peaceable nod of acknowledgment but no greeting passed either girl's lips.

"God-fucking-damn! My bastard fucking arse is fucking killing me!"

The pretty, overweight twenty year old moaned to herself and while she winged and hobbled past, one hand was reaching behind her to press and stroke at her broad backside, which was swinging pendulum-like as she headed for the mouth of the alley.

"Why d'they always have to fuck so goddamn hard all the time? And why always up my arse?! Just once I like to feel what it's like to have someone fucking my pussy. Is that too much to ask?!"

She carried on complaining to herself as she reached the mouth of the alleyway.

"I've lost count of how many times I've took it up the bum, even though I'm still a virgin!"

And then a van screeched to a halt at the mouth of the alley, blocking Ann's path and silencing her suddenly.

The side door slid open revealing a group of a half dozen or more twenty something lads in football kit sporting beer cans and sprouting drunken, ribald, horny remarks and cat calls and filthy sexual oaths at her.

In the next second they reached out, four or five of them at once, grabbed Ann and hauled her inside, laughing and throwing more dirty remarks at her.

"Oh! Again?! Jesus lads!" She squealed.

As the side door was pulled shut, Becky caught a second long glimpse, of the lads tugging at Ann's clothes and slapping her meaty tits and big arse. Then the door slid shut and locked on her and the van tore away from the kerb.

"Who was that?" The smarmy businessman asked, staring at the now clear mouth of the alley.

"Oh she's the college team's mascot. They give it to her in the ass. Won't stick it anywhere else. Well, down her throat, but mostly up her ass. And they all do her."

"She likes that? Dirty fucking heifer!"

"'Course not! But she's lonely isn't she! And it's the only attention she gets from lads. I suppose, for her, it's better than nothing."

The business man shrugged thoughtfully, still gazing down the mouth of the alley with a little horny smirk. Then he finally caught up and looked back at Becky. Who was just righting her breasts inside the confines of the tight lace top.

"That was a fucking good fuck,you delightful young slut! You proper did it for me. Now I'm ready for something else."

"What d'you mean something else? I've let you have me and now I wanted to ask you something..."

"I think I spotted a girl I've arse fucked once before. I might see about giving her another load. But, you did have something ask me, so go ahead... I'm all ears."

Before Becky could start though he interrupted her again.

"Oh, hang on you want paying don't you..." He said, shaking his head and reaching for his fat and expensive looking wallet.

Becky saw an opening and took it before the nerves took over.

"Well... no. I don't want your money. Take that as a freebie."

The smarmy business man looked at her in surprise, blinked, momentarily frozen on place. Becky carried on before he could interrupt her flow.

"You liked it didn't you? You like my body?"

He watched her with a bemused frown, obviously trying to work the angles, not knowing what she was up to.

"You like what we do don't you...?" She carried on. "So... How'd you like to make it a permanent arrangement? Y'know, you and me? fucking all the time...?"

There was a momentary silence, Becky felt herself blushing. The smarmy business bastard just looked at her the creased brow deepening.

"...I'd do whatever you wanted." She added, though now it sounded like a plea to her.

She bit down her rising anxiety and carried on, trying to sell herself, sound optimistic and seductive.

"Goes without saying. Imagine us, fucking, getting high, fucking some more, whenever, wherever. Pussy, arse and deep throat all on tap, however you wanna do me. Sounds good, dunnit, Adam?"

He didn't answer straight away, just continued to look at her, his eyes now flashing between amusement, possibly lust and what could have been anger.

"Is that like, supposed to be a joke? Are you kidding?! Do you know I have a wife and five kids?!"

He was actually sounding quite apologetic, sympathetic to her. But Becky was under no illusions as to her being rejected.

"Listen kid, quick fucks with young sluts is all I'm after. Some teenage-mistress hanger on?! Making demands on my time? No fuckin' chance...!"

Becky felt her heart sink but she bit down the rising despair and gripped hard to her anger.

She wanted to tear the flesh from his smarmy, predatory features with her fingernails but instead she gave him nothing more than a growled - "Fuck you then!" - through gritted teeth and stalked off out of the alley and down the street as quick as she could.

She spotted two other people she recognised at the next corner and she stopped dead, feeling the shivers of fear and the flight or fight response urging her to run the fuck away back the way she had come.

It was a girl and an older man. She knew them both. He was Scottish, burly and bitter, a retired Police officer who had leant Becky his classic car which she had summarily crashed and left on the roadside.

The girl with him was an estate girl that Becky had baited into chasing her to the retired copper's flat, where he had maced her in the face, imprisoned her and sadistically raped her, up the arse.

Becky thought that they both had ample reason to want to get even with her. She inched into the shadows of a steel shuttered doorway and watched. The wind was blowing toward her and carrying their voices so she caught pieces of conversation.

"...Hey yer little cunt, you broke it. You're gonna pay for it!"

"But pimping me out on the fuckin' street!? You're a fuckin' evil bastard!"

"You offered to pay me in kind!"

"Yeah but... I thought, me an' you... You know..."

"I fuck you whenever I want anyway, so how is that payin' me back?"

The girl looked like she was going to start crying. The old man was barking at her, his face inches from hers, one hand at her throat. She was obviously scared stiff of him.

"Now. shut yer gob and find yersel' a knob t' gobble or somat."

He yanked at her top, buttons of her soft blue blouse popping and revealing the push-up bar accented cleavage beneath. The sudden, violent action made her jump.

"Yer've t'make me three 'undred 'fore morning' and yer not stoppin' or getting' high 'till yer do. So flash yer hot lil' tits and get some lads stuffin' yer cunt an' yer gob." He snarled, turning her around and abruptly slapping her hard on her taut young ass, which was blatantly on display under silvery, skin-tight cycling shorts.

She yelped in response and then he shoved her on her perky ass, with a highly polished boot, toward the kerb and then slipped back into the shadows.

Becky followed his lead, keeping her distance and crossing to the other side of the road, keeping her head down and her pace fast.

She could feel her heartbeat pummelling against her ribs, her eyes felt wide and bulging, there were shivers cascading through her limbs, she felt jittery, jumpy, animated, full of nervous energy. And all around her there seemed to be dangers.

She glanced down a side street that led toward the bus station and saw a gang of girls.

One of them was an ex of Rochelle's who Becky had never really liked, she was part of a six strong gang of girls who had surrounded some tall lanky lad Becky didn't recognise, they were crowded around him snarling and spitting and cursing while they kicked at him and stamped on him.

She veered away, trying to hurry past the mouth of the side street while hoping none of the vicious, sadistic girls looked up and spotted her. And just as her hope formulated in her mind. It was dashed, two of them looked up and caught her looking, she baulked, almost staggered and the two girls, snarling drunkenly, their mouths flecked with spittle like rabid animals, came after her.

But she was saved by a third. Well, by Parker really, the threat of Parker. The third called to her mates while Rochelle's ex knelt down to go through the pockets of the whimpering, broken limbed and blood-bubble blowing lad on the floor.

"Leave that bitch. She's Mad-Dog's, he'll kill yer kids if yer fuck with what's his." The third had said.

Becky hurried on.

At first, she silently thanked Parker for his by-proxy protection. Then the deeper implications started to dawn on her and it intensified the dull, under-the-surface, feelings of terror that were smouldering under the calm, arrogant, defiant, surface.

It felt like a new realisation of Kasey Parker. His reputation, the fear of him that instilled a kind of pseudo-respect among, well, it seemed like everyone.

Mad-Dog Parker. The man who had repeatedly got away with murder. Rich, powerful and to be feared. Sadist. Took what he wanted. Used torture and rape as weapons in his drug wars. Used people as he pleased. He no respect or sympathy for anyone but himself.

And now, at least people believed. Becky was his. His property. To do with as he pleased.

She had to do something to free herself from him. She had to get protection from him. She had to find a way. And her mouth, tits, pussy and arse was all she had to offer.

She crossed the road again and this time stumbled onto the fate of another acquaintance.

Kelly Worth, who Becky had been forced to fuck, during that house party the night she'd stolen Barry Mather's guns, was in the middle of a crowd of West-Sider Oakfield lads.

She'd heard rumours about what had happened to Kelly after that party. And now she saw that it hadn't been exaggerated.

The pretty and gentle, freshly confessed teenage lesbian had been selected by the West-Sider's as a pet project. They had decided to put her on the sexual 'straight-and-narrow' - through threats of beatings and group rape and gang bangs. She'd been dragged off to their gang safe house or whatever-they-called-it, and forced to become their fuck bunny. They'd chosen to 'fuck her straight', and it had lasted for weeks.