The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 22

Sandy’s homecoming

The Dead Heads had always had young and very aggressive muscle. Four years ago one of them had been a lad called Sandy. With the violence and aggression on the estate it produced some pretty fucked up people but Sandy was special even by our standards, I think he might have been a real sociopath. Four years ago a 14 year old Sandy went to a normal pub and beat a guy’s head in with a bar stool. Even on the estate GBH would still have gotten attention, in a pub off the estate something had to happen. Sandy, being crazy, hadn’t run away, he had sat at the bar and finished his drink, and the police showed up and arrested him. A room full of witnesses and a young thug he was going to go to jail. He did, the judge sentenced him to 10 years, but the British legal system didn’t work that way at the time, not properly. As a 14 year old he went to a young offender intuition which held him until he turned 18 at which point his juvenile criminal record was sealed and he was turned lose. That was why on this particular Wednesday I was sat outside the railway station waiting for him to come home.

Sandy was technically part of Eddy’s crew, but he had been a Lt before Eddy and after being inside for 4 years made things a little complicated. It would have been easier if Sandy wasn’t quite so scary, if he had been a no body he would have just folded back into the gang but his reputation was better than mine, so I was here to give him a real homecoming. Sandy came walking out, he was the older brother of Helen and like Helen was beautiful, not hansom, beautiful. He was the most beautiful man I have ever seen in real life tall, slim, high cheek bones, slim nose, pointed chin and full lips, shoulder length blond hair, and if he was a girl he would have been perfect. Too look at him he really didn’t look dangerous but like Helen it was only skin deep, his soul wasn’t black but he was crazy, you looked into his baby blue eyes and if you knew what you where looking for you could see all the fires of hell that he dragged around inside his head the only outward sign was the state of his knuckles.

I am going to give you a little tip here, if someone without a broken nose but with marked up knuckles is picking a fight with you run as fast as you can. To look pretty and be a fighter you have to be very quick or very good and Sandy was both.

I pushed myself off the car I was leaning on “Sandy!” I yelled. He looked my way with the stare of a demon, I met his gaze with my best mad eyes, knowing never to show your fear. Yes I was feeling fear for the first time in a long while but I wasn’t going to show it, I began to tap into the well of rage in my chest to quell the feeling.

“Who the fuck are you” his voice was like syrup.

“I am your ride” I nodded to the car “are you coming or what?”

Flea sat by the weal and I slide in next to him and Sandy got in the back “I expected a better welcoming comity with all I did for the gang, not two kids”

“I run a fucking corner and you will talk to me with respect” I growled “as for the welcoming comity there is business on today so think yourself lucky that you got me. I have been told to show you a good time, until there is a welcome back party tonight, keep you out of the way you know.”

“Out of the way, me, don’t they love me anymore.”

“You have been away for some time, business has changed and it was thought better that you be given some time to settle in before you go back to work” I turned to look back at him “Orders, you understand.”

“Orders… aye I get fucking orders, so where are we going?”

“First to see your family, I know your sister is very excited that you are coming home, after that we will find some distractions”

“You know my sister?” he asked

“Know her” Flea cut in before I could answer “she only wants to rip out his eyes and piss in the sockets”

“Aye but in her pretty, little, fucked up head that is the same thing as a long term relationship” I laughed back.

“Watch your mouth about my sister” the slick voice changed into a snarl.

“No offence mate, we’re just joking” we carried on in silence.

We pulled up and Sandy got out, Helen came running from the flat and hit him at high speed, wrapping her arms around him laughing.

“Why the fuck are we doing this” Flea whispered to me.

“Orders, we follow orders Flea and this is what Bob wants us to do. So keep your mouth shut and smile sweetly or I will bash your brains in” I got out of the car. Helen holding hands with Sandy pulling him towards the flat, she looked over her shoulder as I slammed my door giving me evils, I winked back and she turned away in disgusted. I smiled to myself, gods that girl hated me.

The flat wasn’t bad, at 3 bedrooms it was bigger than mine, and the gang had been paying out money to them while Sandy had been inside and the furniture was quite nice by estate standards. Sam was inside, she smiled at me the second I walked, so was Sandy’s mother, she was doing the best to hide it but the fear was coming off her in waves, so Helen might not see it but she knew just how fucked up her son was. She her been as beautiful as her children once but the years had not been kind to her, years married to an abusive husband until he drunk himself to death had taken its toll on her face, two kids had left their mark on her body and drinking, smoking and bad food had done their work. You could still see that she had been a looker and I wouldn’t have said no but she was well passed her prime.

The conversation was tense, no one knew what to say and it is for damn sure that my presence made it worse. I made eye contact with Sam “Hay, maybe we should leave the happy family alone. Come on I sure we can find something to keep us busy” I said with a grin “We’ll use Helen’s room, I promise not to make a mess.”

“Fuck you Rave” Helen spat at me

“That is what I was hoping”

I dragged Sam down the hall pushing open the door into a pink nightmare of a bedroom. I grabbed her by the face my thumb and forefinger pressing into her cheek bones and shoved her in the direction of the bed. She tripped and ended up on the floor, she looked up at me and smiled. I know it is clich?ut I am always a little worried about hurting a skinny girl during sex, I have known some that really like it rough and some that could take anything, but I still worried and I just don’t as much with big girls. You could take it even fervour with Sam, she could take anything, would do anything, and most of the time she loved it.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. She had skills, her tongue danced around mine and she sucked gently, I pushed her back onto the bed keeping our lips together as I went down on top of her. I broke off to pull her top over her head, it wasn’t exactly the most stimulating sight but I must admit the curves and bulges of her body had it own appeal. Her stomach hung over the waist band of her pants and her massive breast where barely constrained by a bra. I reached around her back and unclipped her bra and pulled it off. I had seen them before but they were still very impressive. There is no sexy way to pull off a pair of tight jeans when someone is lying on their back but I tried.

Her thong strings cut into her flesh making it swell around them in an enjoyable fashion so I decided to leave them on. I pulled the crotch to one side feeling the moister pull at them, I had never known Sam not to be wet, she was either very easily aroused, tried to keep herself that way, or maybe she was just always wet. I undid my pants and pushed them down to my knees, I didn’t bother to take them off, and pulled out my hard cock. I slapped my hands into the flesh of both her arse cheeks sending ripples running through her fat backside and trust into her. That was the great thing about Sam, you didn’t need prep work, didn’t need warm up or to go slow you could just fuck her.

She wasn’t anywhere close to tight but she was hot and wet. I pounded away at her fast as her body jiggled with each thrust. I took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back and she tried to stop herself screaming out, I laughed to myself and thrust all the harder. I pushed myself down across her back and fumbled around her to grab her breasts. I pinched her nipple hard and pulled it down, she made an animalistic nose in the back of her throat at that. I lets go of her hair and grabbed hold of the other nipple. I moved my hand in the opposite direction as a thrust so that her breast where stretched up or down making her give little yelps at the extremes.

I was close to climax and I didn’t old back, when I felt my peak approaching I pulled my cock out of her gaping cunt with a wet squelch and flipped her onto her back.