Chav 4.5
Title: Another way of Getting out - Gym Freak's story.
By Nickamano.
<><><> Friday <><><>
Carl Devlin wondered why Becky Taylor was on his mind. Maybe it was the tits. There was something tasty about the size and perkiness of Becky's tits. He found himself thinking of them often, remembered himself enjoying them, gobbling on them, fucking them, spunking all over them.
Becky, for some reason, had always insisted on labelling Carl 'Gym Freak' the few times they'd spent time together. He understood the reference, he was one of those guys that went to the gym three or four times a week to maintain and develop his physique. And he, like the majority, did it to get girls and so lads would feel intimidated by him enough to keep their distance. It was the 'Freak' part he didn't like, but the feisty little slut knew this and did it anyway, to piss him off. She thought it was funny. He allowed Becky her little mock insult, her spiteful assumed sense of power over him, for no other reason than the fact that she had a great set of tits.
He had first noticed Becky's tits. Well, he'd first noticed her as the nasty little chav cunt who had ripped off his little cousin. But once he gave her a second look it was the tits that caught his attention. He thought there was nothing better than a big set of tits. Well as long at they weren't attached to some ugly bird at least. That was a waste.
Aly Williams didn't have a great set of tits, but that was the only minus point on what was essentially a top drawer piece of twenty year old arse. They were in the back of a taxi on the way back to her place, hopefully for a night of drunken shagging and getting his cock deep throated. She seemed to be a nice girl, intelligent, better quality slut than most of the girl's he'd been around from the estate near where he lived. Aly didn't live in Oakfield itself. She lived with her mum in the middle of a short row of terraced houses ten minutes from the town centre.
They were snogging hotly on the back seat of the taxi, all wet tongues and moaning, and Carl knew the driver would be having a good horny look through his mirrors because he had his hands on Aly's tits while she hornily sucked at his proffered tongue and moaned little, exquisite, breathy sounds into his voracious mouth. Tits-wise, she didn't quite have a handful to play with but what she had were firm and perky with gorgeous, responsive, and by her reactions, really sensitive nipples. And she seemed to like to have them played with too. The taxi pulled up outside her house and Carl paid the fare, then followed Aly up the little concrete steps to her white PVC front door.
Carl followed Aly excitedly through the front door, finding a narrow staircase facing him and then followed her again through an interior door immediately to the right. The second door led into a spacious though dimly illuminated living room. If he had spent any time looking around he would have seen the large, flat-screen television on the chimney breast, the armchair under the bay window and the other armchair facing it next to another door leading to a small and cramped looking kitchen.
However, his eyes were snared completely and at once by the older woman half lay, with her feet up, on the couch opposite a warmly dancing gas fire. Her intelligent green eyes were fixed on the television above it.
She was spectacular. The epitome of a MILF. She made Carl's jaw dropped, his dick instantly hard and his eyes widen. His heart flipped in his chest and accelerated until it felt ready to burst. Butterflies danced in his gut and fluttered up into his throat.
She had him then and there, hook, line, sinker, without even making any effort. He knew he was staring but he could do nothing else.
She had maybe two decades, no more, on Carl and small lines around the corners of her eyes defined her as no longer youthful, but she had a vigour, an alertness and a vitality in her bright jade eyes than belied her age and made her seem like a sprightly sixteen year old. She had a natural tan to her soft, smooth skin, hair that was dyed a mid blonde and hung smoothly down the sides of her round face, centre parted and shoulder length. She was wearing a white and pink dressing down and pink fluffy slipper-boots. However, even with the concealing nature of her clothing he could see she was neither slender or overtly robust, except in the chest department. It might have been the way the garment bulged forward at her chest, but she looked to have an extremely well endowed pair of tits. Not to the horrendous scale of say Lola Ferrari but more like Brandy Talore or Lindsay Dawn Mackenzie. He wasn't sure, but he fucking well hoped so!
There was a hesitant exchange of politely smiled Hello's, between Carl and Aly's mother, and the fact that the woman's face literally lit up with her smile and made his heart race wasn't lost on Carl at all, but before the exchange could be elaborated on, he was quickly led across the living room and into the kitchen and the frosted glass door was pulled to, separating the mother from the daughter and Carl.
Carl felt the lust fuelled electricity between himself and Aly but he was already acutely aware that, at least from his perspective, Aly's mother was providing an extra humungous addition to his sexual desire. His erect cock was already hugely distended, hard and burning hot in his shell suit pants, aching to be touched and released into the open air. And Carl couldn't help but admit to himself that he was more excited by the prospect of the shapely mother getting shafted by it that her admittedly gorgeous twenty year old daughter.
The kettle was rumbling away and Aly was spooning coffee and sugar into two mugs. Carl waited as long as he dared and then grabbed her, whipping the spoon from her hand as he swung her around to face him with his aggressive lust and pulled her against him.
One hand pressed firmly into the inner curve of the small of her back and his fingers pressed into the firm though giving flesh of the upper curves of her gym-toned ass cheeks, while his other caught the nape of her neck under the long straight brown hair and pulled her mouth hard onto his. He stuffed his tongue deep into her mouth before she could even part her lips to allow him access.
She was undeniably gorgeous. Smooth creamy skin, big lush brown eyes with long lashes, a cute little upturned nose and thin though expressive lips. She was tall, almost as tall as him and had a slender though athletic and toned body, breasts that were probably about average, possibly a low numbered C cup, which could probably have been bigger if she didn't exercise all the fat out of her body, probably on a daily basis. Which was actually where he'd met her. She worked at his gym at reception, had just started that week. He had come over to the reception to sign in and she just blurted it out - "What're you doing at the weekend?"
They'd made a date then and there and now he was enjoying the culmination of it. All too soon he had discovered that she wasn't the blushing violet that he had half expected her to be.
However, even with the allure of the beautiful twenty year old daughter, Carl couldn't get the thought of the mother out of his head. He tried his best though, and for a while Aly's lustiness and her pure youthful vitality distracted him.
He let his lust take over for a while, Frenching her with a passionate vigour, sliding his hands and arms around her, feeling her firm athletic muscles, her soft warm skin, hearing her light breathy panting as her own excitement grew alongside his.
