Chav 3.
Enemy Territory.
PART ONE:
BROTHERLY LOVE.
"So, how long is your Barry gonna be staying on the sofa?" Emma McDonald moaned.
It was a moan within a moan, the question was a guarded complaint and was mixed in with a horny, guttural and unequivocally sexual sound, but the duality seemed to have been wasted on Ray.
They were in the bathroom of Ray's terrace house, sharing the hot water spray of the shower. The stainless steel apparatus was screwed into the tiled wall above the bath with a glass screen to keep the hot rain from spraying the linoleum floor. The unimaginative white and blue tiled bathroom was filled with hot steaming mist that made everything beyond the bath a hazy, vague, colour palette without detail.
Of course they were both naked, their flesh well lubricated with shower spray, soap suds and shampoo bubbles. It hadn't taken long before the mutual shared showering turned into a frantic, horny and noisy fuck. Hence Emma's horny, breathy and guttural moaning.
Raymond Mather tensed his hairy, shower smoothed legs and hoisted Emma upward. She was pressed against his chest, her arms around his neck as her lips abruptly mashed against his, tongue darting in his hungry mouth with a passionate horniness that she never seemed to loose when he was around.
He had one arm around her upper back, his forearm half crushed between Emma and the icy cold tiled wall, the other clamped tight on her meaty ass, cupping and squeezing hard at the chosen ass cheek while she gyrated against him with her strong agile hips, working the half length of his throbbing, super-hard cock inside her ever hot and damp, clutching pussy.
Christ, he thought, with an inward chuckle. She'd shag me into an early grave if I let her fuck me every time she wanted, the horny little bitch!
He still marvelled at the intensity of how he apparently made her feel. She told him how much she loved him and wanted him almost every day, but he could never quite get his head around it. Let alone how horny he apparently made her. If she had her way they be fucking twenty four seven!
Why he didn't let her fuck him twenty four seven was something else he couldn't understand, except for the fact that at almost forty he no longer had the energy or libido to match hers.
He started up a thrusting pace to match her gyrating hips and pumped his shaft in her tight young cunt, finding an angle that worked the ridge of his swollen, erect crown against the clutching walls of her tight teenage pussy.
Christ, she was a really good fuck. Easily the best he'd had, but she was insatiable when it came to him. Unbelievably, even though he was more than twenty years her senior, all too often he had to turn her down when she wanted sex. It was an embarrassing mix of him not having the stamina he had enjoyed in his youth and that these days he tended to tire easily. Plus the fact that she was hard to please. No, that wasn't right. He wanted to please her. He loved her too and wanted to please her as much as she pleased him, but to put it simply he was lazy. It took effort to get her off and he couldn't always manage it. No that wasn't right either. He couldn't be bothered making the effort.
He was secure with her and knew he didn't have to make much of an effort to keep her. So why should he bother? He'd have to put an awful lot of feet wrong for her to fuck him off and that made him lazy. Making it her own fault in a way.
And, more fool her. She often, more often than not, opted to suck him off, which was always the best for him. It fed his laziness for one and he'd always loved a good blow job and Emma had a fantastic mouth. She could deep throat. And she had a great talent at sucking the cum right out of his balls. She even swallowed and cleaned up afterwards. Hard working, neat and clean.
She was always willing, though he suspected often disappointed that it was all she was going to get. Too often he fought down his minor sense of guilt and either allowed her to suck him to climax or even worse asked her too, so he wouldn't have to go through the effort of fucking her and trying to make her cum.
Best of all she never even seemed that bothered. She never complained. He might catch a glimpse of disappointment in her eye but he could ignore that easily enough. And she always put her all into pleasing him no matter what. Every time she'd expertly deep throat him until he shot his load, continue to work on him right through his orgasm, swallow his load completely and even clean him up afterwards. He had the best girlfriend and he knew it.
Best yet, when he was feeling dominant, or fantasising about that mate of hers Becky Taylor, she would even take a face fucking without complaint. Gagging, yeah, but never a complaint!
Emma hooked her legs around Ray's waist and dug her heels into his buttocks, pressing inward to urge him into driving his cock deeper into her clutching pussy.
He obliged of course, with snappy grunts of passion augmenting his physical thrusts into her delightfully soaked and hot sleeve, slamming with his hips as much as her gripping thighs and calves allowed.
If he was brutally honest Emma was a tiny bit overweight, she had a bit of a belly, the beginnings of a spare tyre, a pretty big ass, though it maintained the mouth-watering pertness of her youth, and full meaty thighs.
However, looking at the bright side, if she wasn't that tiny bit overweight she'd have a boring little pair of tits. As it was, though not big from his point of view, they were a reasonable handful apiece and Emma always seemed pretty responsive to his attentiveness to her tits. It was a bonus in Ray's mind, he'd always been a breast man. That was more than likely why Emma's mate Becky had made such an impression on him, she'd had a great rack. A really great rack.
As if reading his mind, Emma lifted her mouth from his, straightened her arms and leaned back, pushing her hips more firmly against his thrusting hard on and lifting her chest up toward his face.
Ray, grinning, hungrily lowered his face into her soft, wet cleavage and snatched hold of an already stiff nipple, sucking and licking at the spongy bud, while Emma moaned and squirmed against him in her soon to be cresting pleasure.
He sucked at her hot nipples and licked at the still warm shower water that cascaded down her plump breasts before lifting his face from heaven and searching out her lips and tongue again.
Their mouths locked, tongues dancing, while he selfishly braced her against the cold tiles of the wall and power thrust into her throbbing young pussy for a few long seconds while their hungry, horny kiss continued. And then he abruptly remembered she'd asked him something in between their dirty Frenching snogs.
"Oh, 'till he finds a new place to rent I s'ppose. Squeeze my balls will you?" He said with an erotic grunt, trying not to be too distracted from his pleasure while answering her question.
