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NEW CHAPTERS: RACHEL ROUNDHEELS Chap 20
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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING STORY IS OF A GRAPHIC NATURE
AND INVOLVES SEXUAL SITUATIONS. THE SUBJECT MATTER OF
THIS STORY REVOLVES AROUND INCEST, BONDAGE, SEX WITH
MINORS AND OTHER DEVIANT ACTIVITIES. IF YOU ARE
UNDERAGE OR WOULD BE OFFENDED BY SUCH A STORY,
PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.
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For those of you that have read a posted story entitled "RACHEL
ROUNDHEELS" or "RACHEL, A SMALL TOWN SLUT" you may have
been as sad as I to see it end. The story revolved around two young girls,
Rachel and Jesse, who got involved in incest, lesbianism and group sex.
The story had a scene where Jesse's parents groped each other while
watching the two girls having oral sex. But nothing was ever done to
include Jesse's parents.
Here are some additional chapters that I wrote last year that do.
These are not written by the original author so if you are archiving, please
make this a separate story onto itself and give proper credit to the author.
Rachel Roundheels - The Lost Chapters by Chili Pepper
CHAPTER 20
My pussy was hot as I rode away from the Marsh house on my bike.
Chris had not given it to me there and after the hot session I'd witnessed,
I was ready to get fucked again. Dad was out of town til the weekend,
Chris was all used up, there were a few guys in my class that would fuck
me but who knew if they would be any good. Then I remembered that Mr.
Marsh was probably still at the bowling alley. If I could get there before
he
left, I'm sure he could take me in his car somewhere for some backseat
action.
I got to the bowling alley around eleven o'clock. Most of the league
players had left. The lanes were closed down, sitting dark and empty. A
few people were turning in their shoes or sitting in the food area. No sign
of Mr. Marsh. I walked to the far side of the building where the bar was
located. I poked my head into the dark room and let my eyes adjust to
the available light of a jukebox and a collection of beer signs on the walls.
There were a few old guys at a table with their old wives. A big burly
man stood behind the bar, cleaning a glass with a towel. He saw me and
said something to a customer sitting at the counter. The guy looked
around at me and I saw that it was Mr. Marsh.
I strolled over to the bar.
"Well, what a pleasant surprise! Hank, I'd like you to meet Rachel, a
friend of my daughter's." Mr. Marsh said as he patted the seat by him.
"How about a beer, Rachel?"
I looked at the bartender and he sorta laughed. " Bob, I don't think that
girl is anyway near the legal drinking age."
"Hank, I can personally vouch that this girl is old enough. Now how
about it?"
"OK, OK, what will it be little lady?"
"Blue Ribbon." I said like I ordered beer all the time at bars. Hank
walked down the bar and began fishing around in the cooler for one. Mr.
Marsh leaned close to me, his hand landing on my bare leg.
"Yes, indeed. Old enough for a lot of things. I hope you haven't show
up here just on accident."
"Well, as a matter of fact, I was hoping to find you here." I said as Hank
came back a plopped a cold one down in front of me. Mr. Marsh threw a
bill on the counter and Hank went to get his change.
"Rachel, we really should make some plans to get together again." His
meaning was obvious even without his hand stroking my thigh.
"Unfortunately, my wife is going to be here anytime now."
"Actually, I know that she's not. I was over at your house earlier and
something came up. She's not coming. I was hoping we could maybe
spend a little time together now. Maybe we could take your car
somewhere...." I offered.
"Not coming, huh. Well I'm a little too old to be screwing in the back
seat of my car. No, I've got a better idea. Hank, let me have the keys!"
Hank looked at Mr. Marsh and then me and then fished some keys out of
his pocket and threw them to Mr. Marsh.
"Bob, it's gonna fall off someday!" Hank laughed as Mr. Marsh stood up
and grabbed my hand. He was going to take me somewhere, that was
apparent. And Hank seemed to know what we were going to do. Like Mr.
Marsh did this a lot. "Hey, Bob, will she be paying the rent tonight?"
Paying the rent? I thought. What does that mean?
"This one will definitely be paying rent," Mr. Marsh said. It had to be
some expression about putting out or something. "Don't forget your beer,
my dear." Mr. Marsh said to me as he began to lead me around the bar
back toward the restrooms. I hastily grabbed the bottle of beer.
Back in the hallway to the restrooms, there was another door. Mr. Marsh
opened it with the key and ushered me inside. Beyond that was another
short hallway. We walked down to the door at the end and once again Mr.
Marsh used the key to open this door. Was it some kind of storage room,
I wondered.
We went in and Mr. Marsh hit the light switch. The room might have
been a storage room some time in the past but someone had decorated
it for other activities. The room was lined with couches and chairs along
three walls. There was a small bar in one corner with a lot of hard liquor
bottles. The focal point in the center of the room was a single size bed.
The bed had legs made of a heavy metal. There was no headboard or
footboard; it reminded me of an army barracks bed.
"What is this place?" I asked Mr. Marsh as he went over to the bar and
unscrewed a smoky brown bottle. He poured two shots and motioned me
over.
"This is a little hideaway that some of the boys use from time to time.
Not all of us come for the bowling. The wives think we're out with the
boys. Here, drink this down and then chug some of that beer right after
it." he ordered.
I didn't like the taste of hard alcohol but I couldn't refuse my host. I
drank the shot down and took a big gulp of the beer as the heat spread
down my throat. Mr. Marsh downed the other shot and then began
unbuttoning his garish bowling shirt.
"Get out of those clothes, little lady. I've got to get home to my loving
wife," Mr. Marsh joked as I began kicking off my shoes. If only he knew
how loving his wife had been with their son, I'm sure that lecherous smile
would have disappeared. I'd keep that a secret that night; I wanted to get
fucked.
I walked toward the bed as I pulled my tank top up and over my head.
The shirt rubbed against my nipples as I removed it and I was surprised
they were still sensitive. I pulled my shorts down near my knees and let
them fall to the floor.
Suddenly the room went completely dark.
"Hey, what's going on?" I said into the dark where Mr. Marsh had been
disrobing.
Then, just as suddenly, several blue lights came on from overhead and
two corners of the room. The effect was to bath the bed in a bright blue
light and leave much of the rest of the room in darkness. "Far out!" I said
as I sank down onto the bed.
From the bar area, a now nude Mr. Marsh came toward me. His big
dick was half-hard and looked too big for me even at that state. But I
knew I could take him; my pussy got moist at the remembrance of our
coupling in his bed that afternoon. Now I was here in the back of a
bowling alley, spotlighted like a Vegas showgirl, waiting for this pillar of
the community to fuck my underage pussy again. It sorta reminded me
of that weird TV show, Twin Peaks, where there was something going on
beneath the surface of a small town that would have shocked those not in
the know.
"Who usually comes back here? I mean, what women come back
here?" I wanted to know what this room had seen. The couches
suggested that sometimes there were quite a few people back here.
Watching?
"You'd be surprised. Most of them you probably know," Mr. Marsh said
as he reached the bed and got on it beside me on his knees. His hand
began caressing my leg and I spread them wide while I reached up and
gripped his prick. His hand ran up to stroke my sex through my panties.
"We've got several of the girls from the senior class that are back here on
a regular basis. Either because they like to get fucked or they like the
money they can make. Let's see, there's Rita Evans, Susie Camton, and
Theresa Brewer and ...."
I was shocked to hear the names of some of the most popular girls at
my high school. Several were on the cheerleading squad. The thought of
them getting fucked in this back room by the older men of the town made
me wetter and wetter. Mr. Marsh was rock hard now in my hand.
"Turn over. Get up on your knees." He said as he grabbed my ankles
and twisted them so that I had to follow his instructions. He positioned
me so my shins stuck over the end of the bed and he stood behind me,
my ass was high up in the air. He slowly pulled my wet panties down the
back of my legs until they were around my knees. I made a move to take
them completely off but he stopped me, saying he wanted them left on. I
spread my legs as much as I could and knew his eyes were locked on my
pussy.
"What a sweet little cunt, " Mr. Marsh whispered as his hand came up
between my
thighs and began rubbing the little folds of my pussy. I whimpered as he
teased my clitty.
"Please, Mr. Marsh, fuck me!" I groaned in a sudden desperation.
"Yeah, baby, let's fuck us up a storm!" Mr. Marsh said has he got closer
behind me. "Reach back and open that pussy up for me." he ordered. I
slid my right hand back between my legs and pulled my folds open,
exposing the pink lining and the entrance to my being. His cockhead
filled my opening as he began shoving it in.
"Aaaaaaaaaah," I panted as he shoved his thick manhood in inch by
inch. God, I loved it. I was a tramp, just like those other girls. I loved
getting fucked by men. Mr. Marsh's hands gripped my hips as he began
hunching away, trying to get more and more in to me. My fingers stroked
the underneath of his shaft where it had entered me and I rubbed my clit.
I felt his nuts swing up and hit them as he gave a final thrust. 'He must
have the whole thing in me.' I thought.
"Man, what a sight. You're pussy is stuffed, baby." Mr. Marsh leered
behind me as he began fucking me, pulling my hips back against him as
he drove his whopper into my young body. I needed it so bad, my pussy
was sopping wet. Mr. Marsh was going to put out my fire. I brought my
other hand back up to support me as his hips whacked against the back
of my legs
"Aaah, aaah, yeah, screw me!" I said as I turned my head to look up at
him. "Screw my pussy. Oh, God, aaahh, ahhh, I need it."
"Ooooh, you little bitch. I don't know what got you so hot tonight but,
uuhhhhh, man, your pussy feel like a furnace." Mr. Marsh groaned as he
continued fucking me. "This is how I give it to Jesse. Uuuhhnn,
uuhhhnn. She wants it this way too." I thought of him fucking his
daughter and began humping my ass back to receive his sawing prick.
God, this was soooo wicked. He was telling me about how he like to fuck
his daughter.
I heard a door shut. I swung my head toward the door we came in but it
was dark, I couldn't see anyone. "Is someone else in the room?" I asked
into the darkness.
"Nothing to worry about, Rachel." Mr. Marsh said as he came to a halt
with his dick deep in me. "It's just ole Hank." As I watched Hank came
out of the darkness and into the blue lit area. "He's just come to collect
his rent." I felt a little fear at that point; I wasn't sure that I wanted
someone else in the room while we fucked.
"Bob, she's a beauty." Hank commented as he began unzipping his
pants. "How old is she really?"
"I think she's still 15." Mr. Marsh seemed to brag. "Now, Rachel, Hank
here owns the place and he lets us have this room back here but he does
demand some payment. Can you guess what that might be?" Hank's
pants were down around his knees and his underwear joined them. An
eight inch dick stood out toward me underneath his shirttails.
"He's wants to fuck me too?" I asked, suddenly not worried about what I
might have gotten myself into. This was shaping up into a memorable
night.
"Oh, I'm sure he'd like to," Mr. Marsh chuckled as his hand left my hips
and began pulling my hair back over my shoulders. "But the rent is only
a blowjob." His hands pulled my hair together and he pulled it like a rein,
raising my face as Hank straddled the narrow bed and presented his dick
for payment.
"Darling, you got a real pretty mouth," Hank said as I opened wide and
his dick slid into my soft wet oral orifice. My lips locked around his meaty
shaft and he began pumping his rod slowly in and out of my mouth. My
eyes were closed as there was not much to look at except Hank's beer
gut. I felt Mr. Marsh begin fucking me again as he held my hair. I
actually like the feeling of two cocks probing my body so fully.
This went on for I don't know, ten or fifteen minutes. Both men were
obviously enjoying themselves as they traded banter back and forth about
how good I was, and how my hot little body was just made for fucking,
and how they were going to cum all over me. Their talk and thrusts took
me over the edge finally.
I moaned deeply around Hank's cock as my pussy erupted all along Mr.
Marsh's prick, spasming and gripping, as my orgasm radiated throughout
my body. My whole body began trembling in release.
"She's cumming!" Mr. Marsh proclaimed as he felt my sugar walls
fluttering all along his pistoning prick. Hank's cock left my mouth,
allowing me to squeal in delight as my body continued to quake.
"Uuuuuhhh, uuuhhhhh, uuuuuhhh!" I panted up at the celing as Mr.
Marsh pulled my hair back farther still. My eyes were closed as I focused
on enjoying my orgasm.
"God, what a face! What an angel face!" I heard Hank cry and then I
felt his sticky cum begin raining down on my face. "Oh, fuck, fuck!" Hank
moaned as he shot his man sauce on my cheeks and into my open
mouth. After 5 or 6 squirts he stuck into back in my slack mouth and
pumped a few more shots onto my tongue. It oozed down my throat on
its way to my stomach.
"I'm right behind you, Hank!' Mr. Marsh yelled as he quickly withdrew
his thick member from my juicy pussy. He let go of my hair and I felt his
fingers opening my ass cheeks. "Here it cums!"
I felt Mr. Marsh's cum splash down into the cleft of my small butt, on my
asshole, and down onto my open pussy tunnel. He made the whole area
slimy with his spunk, then began rubbing his cockhead thru the mess
when he was finished. My butt twitched at the sexy feeling.
That was my first visit to the backroom, but not my last. In my later years
of high school I spent many a night back there and made quite a lot of
money. I may write more about that later.
Chili Pepper
Hope you liked these additional chapters. I've got several more outlined.
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