Chav Ch. 03

Carl was driving smoothly enough, but his eyes were constantly flashing back and forth between the road and his hurriedly adjusted rear view mirror. He was male. Emma couldn't hold that against him. It was going to be a free sex show after all.

"Why don't we just carry on from where we left off the last time?" Asher said with an excited grin.

Emma had blocked as much of that night out of her mind as she could and some of it was a blur anyway. She suspected Paul and spiked her early on. Either way, if they were actually about to pick up from where they left off she had absolutely no idea.

C'mere." Asher said, catching hold of her by the chin and turning her head so they were face to face. His hand slid straight down and he cupped one of her soft handful breasts through her top.

"No bra! That wasn't the same as last time." He grinned and then mashed his mouth onto hers and slid his tongue past her lips.

Emma mentally shrugged, reminding herself it was only fifteen minutes and that she'd be better off taking it easy than fighting them and being given a hard time. So she kissed Asher back, flicking his tongue with her own and pursing her lips around it, to caress and suck at it.

Asher groaned and grabbed her hand in his and pressed her open palm over the bulge in his silky shell suit pants. Emma cupped and squeezed obligingly and began stoking up and down the warm hard ridge. Asher's hand went around to the back of her head, gripping her hair and holding her mouth against his.

At the same time, Freddie leaned in and cupped her other breast, though he went straight away for bare skin, snaking under her top from the loose hem line, fighting up past the elastic barrier under her bust and then snatching up her perky orb, even catching the spongy nipple between the knuckles of his index and middle fingers, pinching and tugging at it playfully while he hefted and squeezed the lusty young orb. His other hand was stroking her plump firm thigh, high up so his thumb bumped into her crotch. He thought he sensed a little reaction, a little quiver, and her nipple was stiffening nicely, so he reached for the fastenings of her jeans and deftly opened her fly.

Emma shifted her hips a little to allow Freddie to slide his hand down over her pubic mound. His fingers quickly splayed her warm lips and he dipped two fingers into her and pushed in, as deep at her jeans would allow.

His other hand, as well as Asher's, worked together to gather and lift her top until her breasts were exposed and her top was all bunched up high on her chest. They snatched up her breasts again.

Freddie leaned over awkwardly, twisting and shuffling and got Emma's stiff nipple into his mouth. He started to lick and suck heartily, enjoying the coolness of her breast and the heat of her nipple against his lips and tongue, the slightly salty tang of her soft skin. He thought he heard her give a little moan.

He accelerated with his fingers and Emma lifted her hips a little in reaction. He grabbed her other hand which was lying dormant on the seat between them and pressed it on to his erection.

Emma's hands automatically closed on the shaft and squeezed it. Freddie moaned with erotic excitement, then lifted Emma's hand off again just long enough to unzip his cargo pants and pull his hard on out into the open. He found her hand and put it back on his cock, wrapping her fingers securely around it. Emma started to work on his foreskin, masturbating the hard shaft with a sure, pleasuring stroke.

Asher, still tongue fencing excitedly, followed Freddie's example and levered his own fully erect cock from his pants then got Emma's hand wrapped tightly around it.

"There's an accident up ahead. Cop cars, an Ambulance. It's gonna slow me down a bit. Sorry Emma." Gym Freak muttered.

Emma drew back from Asher's horny stabbing tongue and glanced over at the scene passing them by slowly, as Carl negotiated a mini slalom of traffic cones. Luckily, there were not many other cars on the road and they weren't delayed too much. She was about to respond to Carl's apology, when she spotted the car that was the focus of the accident.

It was an older style dark blue Vauxhall Corsa. It was wrapped around an old concrete lamppost. The post itself had been smashed by the impact and the upper half had toppled onto the roof of the car and flattened it. There was dark red blood visible amongst the spider web cracks of the shattered windscreen.

Emma struggled with Asher to keep her eye line with the crashed Corsa until she spotted the 'L' reg. number plate.

It was Ray's car. She saw two paramedics rolling a collapsible trolley with a body strapped to it, covered head to toe in a red blanket, into the back of the parked ambulance.

Her first worry was that it was Ray, but no, it couldn't be him. He wasn't back for another twenty four hours or so. Someone must have stolen it, taken it for a joyride. Shit.

"Isn't that your Ray's car?" Becky muttered. Emma just nodded, staring back at it.

"Wonder who was driving...? Becky added, more or less to herself.

Emma didn't answer, feeling slightly shocked and even more depressed than before.

She felt numbed to what was going on around her and didn't struggle or react when Asher pulled her mouth back to his and started up their bout of voracious French kissing again.

Her lips were parted by his inward thrusting tongue and she hardly noticed his hand come back to her breasts again, this time snatching a nipple and pulling and twisting at it excitedly.

Emma whimpered and squirmed at his harsh caress. It brought her back to reality a little and in response she relaxed the firm touch of her hand on his hard crotch. Asher seemed to take the hint at first, releasing her tit altogether, but then he brushed her hand away and shucked his pants down enough to prize his erection properly out into the open.

Emma found her hand grabbed around the wrist and pressed back to the exposed erection. With a mental sigh, she closed her fist tight around it's root and obediently started to jerk him off again.

From then, things moved on quickly. Freddie started to pull at her jeans until her hips lifted up off the seat and the jeans were peeled down to her ankles.

Asher, almost at the same time, pulled his tongue from Emma's mouth, ending the kiss and used the hand on the back of her hair to abruptly pull her head straight down into his lap.

Her mouth opened automatically around his shaft and she went down on him, twisting around and bending over as she did so. That wheeled her naked bottom around toward Freddie, who appreciatively got his hands on it at once and knelt up behind her, his shaft ready, at full mast and quickly positioned. He took a moment to yank her jeans off her ankles and trainers, then he spread her pussy lips with his fingers and hurriedly pushed his throbbing erection inside her.

Like all estate lads, his pace was fast and his thrusts deep. It shoved Emma back and forth in her doggie style position and incidentally shoved Asher's erection deeper into her mouth. They were both well hung lads but Emma had sampled much bigger today and didn't have a problem with either of them, at least physically and in that position.

Asher soon found that sitting down dormant, with Emma's head bouncing up and down in his lap was getting a little boring as far as he was concerned, so he stopped her and shuffled himself up and around, so his back was against the side of the car and he was kneeling sideways on the backseat, in the same position as Freddie, both their heads forced down by the low roof of Gym Freak's hatchback.

Emma found herself on her hands and knees, practically crushed between them and, once Asher pushed his erection back into her mouth, spit roasted by two well hung, angry, horny lads.

Things started to get more uncomfortable from that point onwards. Now pushed down onto knees and elbows, her neck was bent up and back to it's extreme, to keep her head level so Asher could fuck her throat and reach down to cup and molest her small, pendulous breasts.

Freddie was now painfully digging his fingers, claw-like into Emma's ass while he forcefully pounded on her backside with his strong bony hips. And she started to let out little panting whimpers in response. That lasted only a few minutes, until Asher muttered over Emma's head to his mate.

Emma wondered how much time she had left to go before they were back at Becky's. It had already felt like a lifetime of suffering in the back of this small cramped car. It took her a few moments to realise that Asher had said something and another few for his words to sink in. And then, for the umpteenth time today, she found herself trying to fight down a sudden, rising panic.

"Double up on her. I want her back door."

"Fine." Freddie muttered back.

Emma found herself suddenly hoisted up and Freddie slid across and sat down in the middle of the back seat. Then she was dumped down face to face with him in his lap and even before she could voice a protest, his fingers were levering up his erect cock and spreading her pussy lips. He pushed up into her and then wrapped both arms around her upper body, pulling her tight against him, in a bear hug while Asher, with difficulty, moved up behind them.

"Hurry up mate, I wanna get to enjoying her!" Freddie grunted with impatience.

She felt Asher's hot hardness bump against her buttocks. Heard him hawk up spit and the felt it's slimy coolness splatter down on her ass crack.

His fingers hurriedly massaged it against, and then inside, her anal mouth. Then he pulled free and his cock head started to push it's way in.

He wasn't gentle. Time was against him and he at least wanted a few good enjoyable minutes sodomising the teenager before they became separated, so he was in a hurry and not too bothered about hurting Emma.

Luckily, she was still relatively relaxed and he pierced her anal ring and shoved his way in, balls deep, in a quick and assured pelvic thrust.

He let out a long, low guttural groan as his cock sank up Emma's tight, ass hole, voicing his pronounced passion. Then Asher started to sodomise her as Freddie began to drive his own shaft up into her filled cunt at the same time.

The dual thrusting of the two large, thick erections, almost at once, became too much for Emma to bear.

After everything that she had been through this horrible day, her whole groin area, her throat and breasts and her ass cheeks were all suffusing her with rising hot pain, dull throbbing waves and aches that overlapped and built on each other.

Plus she was trapped between them, held fast, sweaty, overheating, uncomfortable, cramped and unable to move or get away from them.

She felt the tears welling, then running down her cheeks. She chewed her bottom lip, gritted her teeth, clamped her eyes shut. But she couldn't hold in back any longer and she started to whimper and moan to their forceful, energised thrusts, groaning and yelping breathy, gasping, trembling sounds that everyone else just seemed to find erotic and overtly sexual.

Becky bowed her head a little and stared out at the darkening sky. Carl kept his eyes on the road. Asher and Freddie's own loud passionate grunts intensified and grew more pronounced, as though encouraged by Emma's increasing volume and despair.

Through all the noise Emma didn't hear her saving grace, the sound of Carl's engine slowing, but she felt a sudden right turn and then, all of a sudden, they were stopped and the engine was just idling, drowned out by her continuing moans and their rhythmic double grunting. But the lads just blindly continued with their excited double penetration threesome all the same.

"Right. We're here." She heard Carl announce after a brief uncertain pause. She felt a surge of relief but these two fuckers didn't seem to be listening and the relief reverted to panic and desperation. She tried struggling out from between them but they were pressed in too tight around her. She cried out louder still but they just ignored her and fucked on.

"Right you two cunts! Fun's over, get the fuck off her!" Becky yelled.

Asher, at least momentarily, slowed his hard, tenderising and wonderfully gratifying sodomy and glanced back over his shoulder.

"We ain't done though!"

"That wasn't the deal shit-brick! Gym Freak, sort 'em out will you!?"

Gym Freak gave Becky a withering look.

"Sorry. Carl." She amended sheepishly.

"Right boys that's enough, let her be. Like she said. Fun's over."

"A Give us a break, will you mate?" Freddie moaned from the bottom of the totem of sweaty, bucking flesh.

Carl's voice went suddenly icy.

"Don't make me say it again." He growled.

It did the trick. Asher pulled out, slowly, heavily and reluctantly and rolled away to one side of the backseat. Huffily pushing his big, raging, gleaming, diamond hard erection back into his tracksuit pants.

Carl and Becky opened the doors and climbed out, then Carl leaned back inside to fold his seat forward. Emma, finally released from Freddie's constraining bear hug, practically threw herself away from them, trying to yank her top down and her jeans up while she clambered as fast as she could out of the car.

Becky came over to help her out, threw an arm around her and walked her silently over to her mum's flat.

Supporting Emma, Becky glanced back at Gym Freak with a sly little wink and smile. She threw a couple of quick hand signals to him "Thanks" and "Phone me."

PART FOUR:

A DEATH IN THE FAMILY.

The first thing Emma did when she got in was to gratefully took the fat tumbler of vodka that Becky poured for her, She downed it in one, enjoying the tingling warmth that spread through her, right out to the tips of her extremities. Then she accepted and drank another.

The second thing she did was borrow Jeni's phone to text Ray.

He sent a reply at once, much to Emma relief.

"Ray's fine. Still at his mums." She said to Becky.

The other teenage brunette had just reappeared after a long hot shower. She was only wearing her towel and was brushing her wet shoulder length hair.

"Who was in the car then?" Becky asked.

They were sitting in the kitchen at the small round table. Jeni was in her bedroom down the hall, apparently doing homework, and their mother was out as usual. With another new man, apparently.

"I don't know and I don't care. I'm aching all over and I'm knackered." Emma groaned, running her fingers through her dirty matted hair. She suddenly realised how dirty she felt.

"Is it okay if I have that bath?"

"Yeah, sure." Becky replied, throwing a thumb back down the hall to point the way.

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Emma was relaxing in the bubble bath, sleepily loving the feel of the hot water and the thousands of little soapy bubbles popping against her naked flesh. Baths were so good and so relaxing and rejuvenating.

The only thing that would have made it better would have been if she'd been at home, with Ray washing her back for her, which would certainly have lead to other things.

But her thoughts of other things brought back memories of the day's events and growling with sudden frustration, she ducked her head under the bubbles to clear her mind.

When she came up for air. Becky was inside with some Burberry style pyjamas on, some fresh towels and a cup of coffee for Emma.

"What are you gonna do about your fella's car?" Becky asked her gently, sitting on a hand towel on the edge of the bath.

Absentmindedly, her eyes wandered across Emma's bubble dappled nakedness half submerged in the greenish hued water.

"I'm just gonna tell him what fucking well happened." Emma replied with a little shrug and a dour expression.

"The truth? I thought you were worried about making him choose between you and Barry?"

"Can't go on as it is though, can it?" Emma moaned. "He'll have to choose. I'll just have to trust him to pick me."

"If you say so, Em. I hope it works out for you."

"It will." She said quietly.

"It's got to." She added with forced confidence.

Becky smiled down at her but had nothing to add. She offered Emma the coffee mug and the other girl took it and had a sip.

"Obviously, Jeni's here so I've made up a spare bed in my room." Becky announced after another minute of silence.

"Thanks. I'm so knackered I could sleep on broken glass."

"I know what you mean." Becky said then got up and headed to the bathroom door.

"You take your time Em. Come out when you're ready. See you in a bit."

"Thanks, Becky. Thanks for looking after me today. Well, as best as you could at least." She said with a sad little smile.

"S'what friends are for." Becky said with a little smile of her own.

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They were dragged out of bed the next morning earlier than they would have liked.

Becky's and Jeni's mum was in good spirits, loud and happy. Jeni was putting out a full cooked breakfast, dancing all the while to the radio. And there was a huge, tall, black man in his mid forties, sitting at the table whispering what appeared to be dirty-little-nothings into the girls mother's ear. She was laughing her usual, throaty Sid James laugh.

Jeni, looking every bit the super model come page three stunner, shovelled bacon and sausages and fried tomatoes onto five plates and then danced across to the toaster. Everything timed to perfection and organised with military precision.

Becky and Emma stumbled in, heavy lidded and yawning. Becky in her pyjamas. Emma in one of Becky's bedtime t-shirts that was long enough for modesty but a little too tight for her. She was too sleepy and too hungry to care though.

It was an odd morning, on the verge of the feel of a real happy family event. There was chatting and laughter. Very unusual for this, or any other flat, on the Oakfield Estate.

The man had been introduced as Mitchell Dodd. Becky's mum's new flame. And he actually seemed like a good sort, well mannered, well educated, relaxed at the table and amusing. The happy atmosphere was probably largely due to Becky being too tired to say much or complain much or argue with her sister and mum much. She just sat and ate and drank.

Mitchell sat and read the local rag.

In the third inside page, fenced in by the countless adverts that filled over half of the overall content, he read out a piece of local news about a police chase that resulted in a fatal car crash that previous evening. Becky's and Emma's ears pricked up as he read aloud:

MAN DIES IN CRASH FOLLOWING POLICE PURSUIT.

A high speed police chase near to the Sutton Hill council estate ended in the fatal collision of a suspected stolen Vauxhall Corsa into a concrete lamp post along a private terrace street.

The smash happened after the 1993 model Corsa failed to stop for police close to the town centre on Thursday.

The Police gave chase which continued for six miles until the suspect vehicle lost control on a sharp turn and hit a concrete lamp post at speed.

The suspect, locally named as Barry Mather, who was alone in the vehicle at the time of the incident, died at the scene.

The police driver, who has since been suspended from driving duties, was not injured.

The Police's Professional Standards Board is now considering whether to refer the incident to the Police Complaints Commission. Inquiries are ongoing.

Becky snapped to attention at the name Barry Mather. She looked at Emma who looked back at her with shock and dismay.

Becky scowled inside. There goes my meal ticket. She thought to herself. But she was more intrigued by Emma's expression.

The younger girl looked shocked of course, but it was like she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

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