Rachel 1 · Part 1

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When I walked over to the car to talk to Rachel, the last thing I expected was to catch her giving Dave Martin head, but that's what she was doing. 'Ol Dave had his head back and his eyes squeezed shut as she bobbed her head up and down in his lap. I watched for a moment, hardly believing my eyes. This was Rachel…my wife's best friend… The girl with the incredible face and turbo-butt that me and just about every other guy I knew had lusted after for years… The stuck up bitch who always teased, but would never let anybodyfuck her…

There were rumors going around that she and Dave were an item, but no one really believed it, but there she was…her beautiful lips sucking away at the guy's cock, and that's when she looked up and saw me. I pressed my finger to my lips to tell her not to make a sound, and walked off to sit in my car and decide what I was gonna do. I knew Rachel would be afraid I might tell her ex-husband Carl, and if I did, there was a very good chance she'd lose custody of her daughter Missy. I leaned back and thought about the image of Rachel's pretty lips sliding up and down on Dave Martin's cock and my own got hard as a rock in my pants.

I didn't realize Rachel was outside the car until I heard her knock on the passenger side window. I motioned for her to get in and she sat down next to me and closed the door.

"Bill, I…" she began, looking ashamed. She couldn't finish. There wasn't any excuse that would hold water. She was, after all, my buddy Jerry's girlfriend, and I just caught her sucking off one of his best friends!

"Save it, Rachel." I said. "You know I ought to tell Carl and Jerry about this…"

Rachel panicked at the mention of their names and tears began to form in her eyes. She knew what would happen if they found out.

"What do I have to do to make you promise not to tell?" she asked. I smiled.

"Use your imagination." I replied. You could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to decide if she had the courage to continue. Finally she made up her mind.

"I could do the same thing for you…" she sighed, resignedly.

"What's that?" I asked, feigning ignorance. I wanted to savor this. After all these years of lusting after this gorgeous stuck-up bitch, I wanted to hear her sayit!

Rachel's face turned beet red.

"You know god-damn well what I mean…" she said, angrily. "Look Bill… Stop playing games. If you swear not to tell anybody about this, I'll do you like I just did Dave."

"Say it Rachel…" I insisted.

Rachel fixed me with a look of pure hatred.

"Look, you bastard…" she began, but I cut her off.

"Say it!"

Rachel looked down at her hands for a moment, before meeting my eyes once more.

"I'll suck your dick…" she said.

I leaned back in my seat and grinned.

"Gee, I don't know, Rachel… I hear you don't swallow…"

Now she was really getting mad. I could see her trying to control herself.

"I will this time…" she said. "You can cum in my mouth and I swear I'll swallow every drop. Just promise me you won't tell."

I pretended to consider the idea for a moment.

"Nah…" I said finally. "That's not enough."

Rachel looked stunned. She turned her head and looked out the window.

"Alright…" she said. She took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh of defeat.

"I'll let you fuck me…" she said, then turned to face me. She reached out and put a hand on my leg. "You know how you've always wanted to fuck me…"

"I know how I've always wanted to fuck your ass-hole…"

Rachel spun around as if struck.

"Oh no!" she said. "Uh-uh… You can just forget about that!"

"Well…" I said, "It's your decision." I reached over and opened her door.

"I'll give you one hour." I said, as I pushed her out of the car. "You be at my apartment ready to take it up the butt or I'm calling Carl."

I started the engine and put the car in gear.

"Oh and Rachel… Make sure you bring a nice big jar of Vaseline."

Rachel stood there looking lost and confused as I drove off.

It wasn't twenty minutes before I heard the knock on the door. I knew it was her. I opened the door and grinned. Rachel was standing there on my doorstep looking angry as hell, but in her hand was a familiar blue and yellow jar of Vaseline. Behind her, I could see my next-door neighbor, a black guy named Larry, waxing his car.

"Well waddaya know…" I said, loud enough for Larry to hear. "Looks like I'm gonna be fuckin' some ass-hole today!"

Rachel's face turned bright red.

"You son-of-a-bitch…" she said. Man was she pissed! She brushed past me and entered my apartment. I looked her over as she did. She was wearing that tiny, skin-tight white mini-skirt that I like so much and a thin white blouse, and man did she look right! She stopped in the middle of the room and turned.

"Was that really necessary?" she asked angrily, as I closed the door on my gawking neighbor.

"Yeah…" I said, "It was. And that's just the beginning! See, the way I look at it, you've been teasing everybody with that thing for way too long. So now that I got this chance, I consider it my sacred duty to teach you a little lesson in humility… I'm not just gonna sodomize you Rachel… I'm gonna ream your butt like a wild dog and make you feel like awhorewhile I do it!"

As I spoke, Rachel's face grew dark and her eyes narrowed, but she didn't interrupt.

"Don't expect me to be gentle, Rachel… There ain't gonna be any slow and easy introduction into butt-fuckin' for you, babe.. Uh-uh! I'm just gonna wedge the head of my dick between those hot fuckin' ass-cheeks of yours and then bury it up to the balls in one hard shove! And while that tight little butthole of yours is burning like it's on fire, I'm gonna start to fuck it…hard… and you'll know that it's my cock, Rachel…mycock that you feel digging all the way up inside your butt… I'm gonna fuck your ass as hard as I fuckin' can… I'm gonna stroke your precious little shit-hole so hard and so deep you'll squeal like a fuckin' pig! You'll beg me to stop, but I won't… I'll just keep fuckin' it, over and over, until your ass-hole's so loose you could drive a truck up there!"

"Your crazy!" Rachel hissed. "I'm not gonna let you do that! I'm leaving!"

"Go ahead…" I said picking up the phone.

Rachel stopped with her hand on the door, trying desperately to think of something to say…something which would change my mind.

"Please Bill…" She pleaded. "I said you could do it. Couldn't you take it easy? Isn't it enough to just put it in my ass?"

"Actually, no… It isn't." I said, putting the reciever to my ear, "You see I wantit to hurt. I want to see the look on your face when your ass-hole suddenly stretches around my cock! I want to look into your eyes… I want to hear you begwhile I pound my meat up that hot fuckin' butt!… So what's it gonna be, Rachel?… You gonna take it, or are you gonna get the fuck out!?!"

Rachel took a deep breath. I knew what she was going to say even before she said it. After all, she really didn't have any choice.

"Alright…" she spat. "…you bastard."

"Anything I say, right? No matter how filthy or disgusting or degrading it is?"

"What do you mean?" Rachel asked, worry crossing her lovely face.

"I mean fucking your butt's just partof it… What I really aim to do is make you feel like a whore, Rachel, and I got a lot of ideas as to how to do just that… Like maybe we'll start with a little humiliation before I cornhole ya…a little old-fashioned public exposure to get you in the mood…"

"What?" she asked, stunned.

"You know…we get in my car and drive around and I make you show yourself off…sounds great huh?"

"Oh my god…"Rachel whispered, realizing the extent of her predicament.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door.

"Come on…"

We got in the car and drove off. Rachel was quiet in the seat next to me, as I drove to the park and pulled up by a pair of picnic tables. A hundred yards away to the right a group of young boys played ball, and an old man sat feeding some pidgeons only thirty feet to our left.

"Go sit on top of the table facing me." I told her, as I opened the trunk of my car.

I reached in and took out the polaroid camera I had put there earlier. When Rachel saw what I had in my hand her eyes flew wide and she shook her head violently.

"No way!" She said angrily, her hands on her hips.

I reached out and took hold of her shoulder and shook her, once…hard, and I was pleased to see the flash of fear in her eyes.

"You don't have any choice." I said, "And if you open your mouth to tell me you won't do one more thing, I'm gonna leave you where you stand and go have a talk with Carl. You do whatever I say. Understand? No matter what it is!… If I want to make you show your stuff in public like some sleazy fuckin' whore then that's what you'll do! And if I want to take pictures of you while you're doing it, that's OK too, cause there ain't nothing you can do about it… Hell, you're lucky I don't make you walk down Main street bare-assed naked!

I gave a very confused and defeated-looking Rachel a shove towards the picnic table.

"Now go over and sit on that fucking table bitch…"

Rachel looked as if she was about to say something else, but then thought better of it and turned away. She walked slowly over to the closest of the two tables, climbed up onto the bench, then turned and sat with her rump on the edge of the tabletop, her knees together and her hands tucking the little flap of skirt up under her butt.. She liked to wear that skirt a lot, and I new it was because it teased the hell out of all the guys, since it was so daringly short. Only now it was backfiring on her as she tried to tug it down over her cheeks and it just wouldn't go. Rachel looked around nervously, apparently relieved that no one was paying any attention.

I aimed my camera at her, looking her over through the viewfinder. Her legs seemed to go on forever, stretching from the cute little white tennies on her feet, all the way up to where her slim, tanned thighs disappeared up under her mini-skirt.

"Ok Rachel…" I said. "This is where you get payed back for all that teasing… Unbutton your blouse."

Rachel looked at me defiantly, tears of pure helpless rage forming in her eyes as she took her hands from under her rump revealing a glimpse of panty-covered cheek, and slowly began to undo the buttons that ran down the front of her blouse. When she finished with the last of them she sat there, nervously holding her blouse together with both hands as I looked around…neither the old man nor any of the young boys seemed to have noticed.

"Damn Rachel…" I said, savoring every second. "This is gonna be great! I'm gonna get to see your tits!…bet you never thought you'd be doin' this, huh?"

I couldn't wait any longer. I had to see her humiliated.

"Go on, bitch… Do it! Show me your tits!"

Rachel looked left and right, then slowly pulled her blouse open, exposing the smooth skin the blouse had covered. Rachel was built like a fashion model…slim, muscular build and small breasts, so there wasn't any cleavage to speak off, but I didn't care… It wasn't the size of her tits that was so exciting. It was the fact that they were Rachel Miller's tits…cock-teasing, tight-assed Rachel Miller!

I could see the gentle swell of her breasts as the blouse slowly parted, and my heart leaped when the two cute little nubs that were her nipples came into view.

Snap! I took a photo.

"Hey Rachel!" I teased, "I got a picture of your titties! I wonder how many of our friends I can show it to…"

Rachel looked absolutely disgusted, and her face turned bright red. She was holding her blouse open in a way that prevented anyone from seeing her unless they stood directly in front. That just wouldn't do…

"Oh don't hide them, Rachel… Open your blouse all the way. In fact…pull it off your shoulders… I want everyone to be able to see those cute little titties!"

Rachel looked like she would burst into tears at any moment, but she allowed her blouse to fall off her shoulders as I had commanded, and now she was reallyexposed— topless in fact, since her blouse now lay bunched up around her elbows, leaving her bare from the waist up.

Snap! Another photo.

"Put your hands on the bench behind you. Now lean back… That's right." Snap! "Now arch your back, Rachel. Stick out those sweet little titties…"

Rachel started to arch her back, looking to her left as she did and then froze. Following her gaze, I saw that the old man was looking right at us…or I should say at Rachel.

He's looking! Rachel's expression said, and I grinned back at her sadistically.

"What's the matter, Rachel? I thought you liked to tease? Don't you want that old man looking at your titties?"

Rachel looked as if she was going to die of embarrasment.

"Do like I said, bitch… Arch your back and stick out your titties so he can get a real good look at em."

Thoroughly humiliated, but still powerless to disobey, Rachel arched her back. I moved in so that I could get a close-up of her from the waist up, with the old man in the background watching.

Snap! As I took the picture I saw the old guy get up and start towards us. Rachel noticed him a second later.

"Stay right like you are." I told her before she had a chance to cover herself. "I'm warning you… Don't move a fucking muscle!"

The old man came over and stood beside me, and he spoke without taking his eyes off of Rachel's bare chest.

"She's very pretty… Is she your girlfriend?"

"No…" I answered, "Just some cock-teasing cunt I know… I got something on her, something real good, and I'm using it to make her do nasty shit. You know what I mean?"

The old man seemed to think that one over.

"Looks like your tryin' to embarrass her." he observed.

"Bulls-eye!" I said "You wanna give me a hand?"

The old man said he'd be happy to do whatever he could to help.

"Can I see some more?" he asked.

I said that's just what I had in mind.

Rachel was listening to the conversation as if she couldn't believe her ears. It must have been terribly humiliating to have to sit there in front of us exposed like that, but I was only just getting started!

"Spread your legs, Rachel. Let me and my friend here get a look up your skirt. He looks like the kind of man who could really appreciate seeing some young pussy."

"I hateyou." Rachel said, but she relaxed her knees until they were a foot or so apart. I could just barely see her crotch, but it was enough to tell she was wearing thin, white cotton panties.

"All the way, Rachel. Spread em as wide as they'll go!"

Rachel huffed angrily and did as she was told. Boy was she limber! Her legs splayed open so far that her thighs came to rest on the table top on either side of her. This caused the thin material of her panties to bunch up in the crack of her ass and pulled it so tight over her pubic mound that it outlined every aspect in breath-taking detail.

"Oh yeah! Let me get a close-up of that." I moved in with the camera until the lens was only a foot from her crotch and snapped off a picture. Then I backed up and took another of her in the same position, only full length. Rachel was blushing so terribly her face was practically purple.

"Damn Rachel… If I didn't have enough to blackmail you before, I sure as hell do now! Do you realize how many of our friends would give thier livesto see these photos? Just look at that hot fuckin' snatch!"

Rachel didn't answer, she just looked away.

The old man had a good suggestion.

"Make her play with herself." he said.

Damn, I thought. That wasa good idea!

"You heard the man, Rachel. Squeeze your titties for us…go on! And while your at it…rub your pussy too!"

"Oh Bill…" she said, sorrowfully. She had to lie back on the table in order to do it, and the old man and I stood on either side of her so we wouldn't miss anything. We watched, as Rachel slid her left hand up and cupped one of her breasts and used her right to rub at the thin cotton cloth covering her crotch, all of this while lying on a picnic table in the middle of a county park!.

"Do it like you mean it, young lady." the man told her. "I really want to see you play with yourself!"

The old man seemed to have things under control, so I stood up on the tabletop above her and began to take pictures. Rachel had her nipple between thumb and forefinger, squeezing it, and at the same time her other hand was rubbing away at her crotch hard enough to wedge her cotton panties into her slit as I snapped the first picture. Rachel looked up at the sound, and I thought she was about to cry. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and turned my head to see the group young boys standing in a clump nearby, watching.

"Hey Rachel, look!" I said. I took her by the hair and lifted her head so she could see them. "You've got an audience!"

"Oh my god…" she gasped, as she saw the group of young boys pointing and giggling. They all looked to be around ten or twelve…old enough to know about girls but not old enough to have seen any thing like this. Rachel knew how she must look to them, and an intense wave of shame and disgust washed over her.

"Come on, boys… Gather 'round and get a good look!" The old man called. Without warning, he moved in and took one of Rachel's small breasts in hand. The look of shock and horror on her face was worth a million bucks, as the old man slid his other hand between her legs, rubbing and cluching at her cunt through the thin fabric of her panties.

"Stop!" Rachel pleaded, trying to push him away. "goddamnit stop!"

I just grinned and let the old guy molested her. As I watched, he tried to work his fingers under the elastic band of her underwear.

"Ok…" I said, pulling his hand away. "That's enough."

I took Rachel's hand and pulled her up off the table.

"Come on… We're leaving."

A few minutes later we were back in the car, heading down Hull street. Following my instructions, Rachel had simply tucked the shirttails of her blouse into her skirt without buttoning it. We motored down the busy highway with Rachel trying her best to look nonchalant, as if it were somehow possible for a woman not to notice her blouse flapping wide open, or the stares of the male motorists who craned their necks to gawk at her.

"I'll never forgive you for this… But thanks for stopping him, anyway." Rachel said grudgingly.

"I didn't do it for you…" I told her. "I just didn't want that old fucker to get in your cunt before I did."

I pulled into my apartment complex, and looked up the end of the street towards my apartment.

"Take off your panties and put them in the glove compartment."

Rachel looked at me incredulously for a moment, then lifted her butt off the seat and slid her panties over her hips. Stepping out of them one foot at a time, she balled them up and stashed them in the glovebox as ordered.

"Now roll the waist of your skirt up until it's so short your ass hangs out. When you get out of the car and stand up, I wanna see about that much cheek."

I held my fingers about four inches apart.

Rachel looked up the street to where my neighbor Larry and four or five of his black friends stood around his car, and realized what I had in mind.

"Bill, don't make me show my ass in front of them. Please? No in front of all those…those niggers!"

I laughed.

"That's right… You don't like blacks do you, Rachel? I had forgotten how prejudiced you were. Gee, that's too bad, cause you're gonna have to show them a whole lotta butt. In fact, when you get up to the steps, I want you to drop your keys, and then bend over and get them without bending your knees. And bend over far enough so that all those niggers can get a good look at that tight little virgin butthole of yours, Rachel…and take your time. Give them plenty of time to check it out… Understand?"

"If you think I'm gonna let any of those niggers touch me like that old bastard at the park…"

"Don't worry…" I interrupted. "Not that that wouldn't be interesting… We just don't have time for any of that shit right now…

Rachel looked as if she wanted to ask why not, so I answered her unspoken question.

"…'Cause you're gonna spend the next couple of hours gruntin' like a pig while I pack your shit-hole full of dick!"

Rachel's eyes grew wide as she looked away, but in that moment I saw fear.

I pulled up in the parking space and shut off the engine.

"You do it right…" I said, inclining my head towards the group of blacks. "You be the sexiest, sleasiest, sluttiest thing that ever walked… You make a big deal out of showing them your butt, Rachel, or I swear, I'll take it out on your ass-hole when I get you inside."

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