TOTALLY WICKED: BUNDLE

by MIMI WILDE

  He pushed his fat cockhead against my lips. I licked the tip and then took it into my mouth as he wanted. Dirk was in a business suit and he unzipped his pants and fished out his hardening cock. He pressed it against my cheek. I found myself leaving one and going to the other. I licked and sucked them both, something I had never expected to do in my life.

  I got them both wet with my spit and my mouth filled with the taste of their lubricating cream. Eduardo got onto his back and pulled me up onto his prick. He pushed my shoulders and I settled down on his thick meat. His cockhead slipped deep inside me. At the same time I felt Dirk pushing on my back. It took a moment before I realized what he intended to do. It was a good thing I had already had his cock up my ass or I would have panicked. I had a moment or two of fear as it was, but Dirk didn’t rush. He used his fingers again, giving me time to loosen up. It also helped that Eduardo’s cock felt so good sliding deep into me as I rocked my body.

  Dirk replaced his fingers with his cock. He pushed slowly into me. I was looser, more relaxed than before. His cock went easily half-way into me before I felt any discomfort. I made a gasping sound as he pushed again and then he was all the way. A lot easier this time, but I felt stuffed with cock.

  The two men started fucking me with the same, slow rhythm. Balls bounced against me. I could feel their cocks almost rubbing together through the thin membrane of my pussy.

  “Fucking good,” Eduardo said.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes. Good.”

  I had no will of my own. I moved to their thrusting. And I knew when my climax started to grow that it was going to be a good one. I tried to hold back, but there was no holding back. The men seemed to sense when I was almost there and they increased their temp.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck me,” I cried, and I was nearly shaken apart with the fierceness of my orgasm. It was wickedly delicious. They fucked me harder as the last shuddering spasms went through my body.

  Dirk came first, shooting his cream deep into my ass. Eduardo was only seconds behind him and again it seemed like Eduardo had gallons of cum. Neither man went completely soft. I couldn’t believe it. I was stuck between them, my pussy and ass filled, and they were not releasing me. I felt them moving again.

  Lord, it was going to be a long night,

  COMMUNITY SERVICE

  CHAPTER ONE

  DRIVING back from Lullwater College, Betty Womack felt as she always did … a little frustrated. Spending time with her fiancé Tom was nice, but it always left her feeling uneasy. It was not that she wanted Tom to grab her by her long black hair and drag her off to his dorm room caveman style, but she did want a little something more from him, a little more intensity. Sometimes he treated her like a sister when she wanted to be treated like a woman. Yes, they had agreed to remain celibate until after their marriage two years away, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t occasionally kiss her with some passion, or at least make her feel like her virtue was in danger.

  Betty giggled at the thought of her virtue being in danger from Tom. It was more like his virtue was in danger. Lately, Betty had become more aware of a growing hunger within her. At night she couldn’t keep her hands away from between her legs. She always felt ashamed afterwards, but she couldn’t help herself. She kept imagining what it would be like to have a man inside of her instead of her fingers.

  Not any man, she corrected herself.

  What it would be like to have Tom inside her.

  “I’ve got to stop thinking like this,” Betty said out loud.

  Halfway between the college and her hometown, Betty made her usual stop at Mitchell’s Café. It was the only restaurant on the long stretch of highway and it was often frequented by truck drivers. There were three truck drivers sitting at a table nearby when she entered. She was aware of the men watching her, their eyes like tiny fingers on her body. Men always stared at her and she had never completely understood why. She had never considered herself a sexy woman, at least not sexy enough for men to stare at with obvious lust. Neither did she dress sexy, preferring simple dresses past her knees and oftentimes being old-fashioned enough to wear a slip and pantyhose. Everything was covered up.

  She was tall and slim, with long, dark wavy hair and brown eyes. She thought she looked rather plain and yet all her life men had stared at her. Sometimes she felt like prey in a jungle of carnivores. Perhaps she could have talked to Tom about it, but they never discussed things of a sexual nature.

  She went into the back to the bathrooms first and then returned and sat at a booth in the corner. Betty was a creature of habit. She had sat at the same booth and ordered the same house special every Saturday that she drove to the college. As she sipped her soda and ate the meatloaf and mashed potatoes, she heard the three truck drivers. They were whispering to one another, but she could still hear every word.

  “Nice looking ass on that one,” one truck driver said.

  “Yeah, but she covers it up with those long dresses.”

  “Yeah, but I bet she’s wild when she takes the dress off.”

  “I’d fuck her in a minute.”

  Betty’s face went bright red, and she hurriedly finished her dinner. There was more conversation from the three men, going over every part of her body and then talking about what they would do. It shocked her. It also excited her.

  She paid her tab and she tried not to look at them as she walked out the door, but she could still hear them.

  “I bet she goes wild when she gets a big one in her.”

  “I wonder if she sucks.”

  “I’d like to suck on those tits.”

  In her car Betty took a deep breath. She felt as if she was burning up. She watched a car pass on the highway and then another. Her fingers were trembling as she put the key into the ignition. She didn’t start the car right away.

  Her other hand went unconsciously to her breast. Through the material of her dress she felt how hard her nipple was.

  “Oh God,” she said.

  The men came outside. They looked in her direction. They stood in a circle and talked for a while. Every now and then they would look at her.

  “Are they talking about me,” she whispered.

  They probably were. They were probably talking about fucking her, about being inside her. They were talking about stripping her naked.

  It was broad daylight. She couldn’t do this.

  But she was pulling her skirt up to her knees and then up to her waist. Her panties were already soaked with her juice. Desperately she slipped a hand inside her panties. A soft groan escaped her lips. The men were looking at her again, wondering what she was doing. Her fingers worked her virgin pussy. Two fingers inside. She worked them around, found her hard clit.

  It happened almost immediately. She gasped as her hips came up off the car seat and she bit her lip to keep from screaming out loud. It was intense, but it was so quick. It left her shivering and satisfied for a moment, but just for a moment.

  The men were looking at her again and she quickly took her hand out of her panties and started her car. She drove cautiously out of the parking lot, her heart pounding. The shame was creeping back over her again. At least before she had always satisfied herself in the dark.

  Never in broad daylight with the chance of someone coming along.

  Betty was afraid she was losing control.

  …..

  Tom was two years away from graduation at his school, and Betty had only recently graduated from a two-year college. At nineteen, she was still not quite sure what she wanted to do besides being Tom’s wife. She found a job she liked, working at the community center. She worked with children and senior citizens in all kinds of ways. One of her jobs was delivering groceries and medicine to some of the community’s shut-ins. On Monday morning she picked up groceries for an elderly gentleman named Edward Marsh. Edward Marsh was not really a shut-in. He was a retired banker in his mid-sixties who had recently lost his wife. People were worried about him because he stopped going out much. Most
ly he sat on his recliner drinking beer and watching old movies.

  Opening the trunk of her car to put her groceries away, she was aware of someone standing near her.

  “I’ll help, Bets,” George Riley said.

  George Riley was a tall, thin, nerdy looking boy that she had shared many classes with in high school. He was now attending community college on a partial academic scholarship and working at Domick’s in his free time. She had always thought him a nice boy, but occasionally she caught him staring at her like the others.

  “There are just a couple of bags,” she protested, but he was already helping to put them into the back.

  “Are these groceries for old Mr. Marsh?” George said.

  “Yes, the community center makes sure he gets some cereal and bread and milk each week because he probably wouldn’t buy it for himself. And he likes canned soup. I guess it’s easier for him to fix.”

  “He likes his beer,” George said.

  “Yes, well, we don’t buy him beer.”

  “I’m surprised. Some of these people take advantage of you, Bets. I know that you have a kind heart. Back when you were a kid, you came home with a stray animal every day.”

  “Nobody takes advantage,” she insisted.

  “Well, you be careful of Ed Marsh. He’s not much like the rest of the people in this town. He’s bad news.”

  “He’s just a sad old man,” Betty said.

  “Just the same, be careful of him,” George warned. “He’s a scary guy.”

  She started to protest, but then thought that in one way George was right. Ed Marsh was a scary looking guy. Even in his sixties, he was powerfully built, and there was a sense of danger about him. She knew he had fought in wars, and he had a lot of medals in a shadow box on his wall. He was always a gentleman around her, but yet at times she felt his eyes. He was a jungle cat ready to pounce at the slightest provocation. She was sure she had nothing to worry about, but it was certain he was big and strong enough to take what he wanted when he wanted.

  The thought made her shudder.

  Betty was tempted to fold her arms across her chest as she felt George staring. She thanked him and quickly got into her car. She just couldn’t understand why men looked at her like that. Plenty of girls were better looking.

  Betty drove slowly and cautiously out of Domick’s parking lot and made a right turn onto Main Street. Betty was born in the small town of Hand Virginia, and had never traveled any distance except to the beach in Florida. She liked her town. Her greatest desire was to marry and have children and live out her life as a housewife and mother. To others, her dreams might have sounded boring, but she thought it sounded perfect. She was sure she and Tom would be very happy.

  Betty turned off Main Street onto Maple Street. There were a half dozen streets running off Main and all of them were named for trees. They were all quiet, shady streets with ranch-styled houses and wide green front lawns. Ed Marsh’s home was a white frame, and the smallest house on the street. She parked in the driveway. A dark red jeep wagon was parked in the driveway.

  She got out of the car and took the two bags of groceries out of the trunk and walked up the sidewalk to the front door. Ed Marsh opened it before she had gotten to the porch. She nearly dropped the groceries. For a moment she couldn’t breathe. He wore jeans and cowboy boots, but he was shirtless. He had a massive chest covered with tiny white hairs. He had a lot of scars, but his chest looked as massive as an oak tree.

  “I brought your groceries, Mr. Marsh,” she said.

  “I’ve told you to call me Ed,” he said gruffly. “Let me take those. You come on in.”

  She hesitated after she gave him the groceries. She could smell the alcohol on his breath and she knew he had been drinking. It was too early for anyone to drink, and she had never really liked the smell. There was no reason for her to go in, but she followed him inside. Her heart pounded as if she was in danger.

  She followed him into the kitchen where she helped him put the groceries away. She wished he would put a shirt on. He had sort of an insolent grin on his face. It was as if he knew he was making her nervous and excited at the same time.

  She told herself she had seen a man’s chest before. But it was different. It was more intimate. He seemed overwhelmingly masculine. His body brushed hers as he put the groceries away and her sensitive nipples became immediately hard.

  “I wish I could stay longer, but I have some other stops to make,” she finally said.

  “No, you don’t,” he said casually.

  Looking into his face, she saw his self-assuredness, his arrogance, and she suddenly knew she was in greater danger than she had ever been. She somehow knew he would not force her. He would allow her to walk out the door if she insisted, but he also knew she wouldn’t insist. It was very confusing. Her head was filled with his scent.

  “You’re a nice looking woman, Betty,” he said. “You shouldn’t try to cover up so much. You wear those awful looking granny clothes.”

  ‘Please don’t talk about me,” she said.

  “You’ve got a real lush body. Nice ass. Nice tits. But you cover up with those ugly clothes. You should let something show, baby. It pays to advertise.”

  She licked her lips. “I have to go.”

  “You don’t want to go yet,” he said. “You’re practically in heat. I can practically smell you.”

  “You’re disgusting,” she said.

  “I think you’d like to play a little,” he said.

  “I’m engaged,” she whispered.

  It sounded stupid when she said it. It sounded as if she would have agreed if she hadn’t been engaged. It wasn’t what she wanted to say, at all.

  In the middle of the kitchen was a small breakfast bar and she backed up against it as he moved toward her.

  “Please,” she said, but then he was kissing her.

  Tom had kissed her often. A few other boys had kissed her through the years. But none of them had kissed her so fiercely. She barely had a moment to catch her breath before his tongue thrust into her mouth. She struggled weakly against him for a few seconds, but then something happened. A shiver went from her head to her toes. Her body felt weak and somehow she started responding to his kiss, unable to fight the surging passion growing in her body.

  He stopped kissing her and drew his head back. He looked amused.

  “I don’t want this,” she said.

  “Yes, you do. You’re burning up, Princess. If your pussy is not soaking wet right now, I’d be surprised.”

  She didn’t want him to talk dirty to her. She didn’t want him to kiss her anymore. But she didn’t put up the slightest resistance when he kissed her again and his hand cupped her breast. A couple of times she might have said no, but he was not going to stop. She was aware she could have shouted and brought his mother into the kitchen, and later she asked herself why she had not. Later, she felt guilty. But at that moment she couldn’t seem to refuse him anything.

  He kept thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he undid the front of her blouse and peeled it apart. He couldn’t believe it when he found she was wearing a slip.

  “Fucking armor plated,” he said, in exasperation. He stood back from the breakfast bar. “Take your fucking clothes off. I don’t have all day.”

  She looked at him in disbelief. Surely he couldn’t expect her to simply undress for him?

  “Do it,” he demanded.

  For the rest of her life she would never understand what she did next. In obedience, she shrugged off her blouse and then unhooked hooked the zipper on her skirt and stepped out of it. Her slip was next, her clothes left in a puddle at her feet. She was left in a plain white bra and white panties. And pantyhose.

  “Pantyhose,” he said. “Young women don’t wear pantyhose anymore. Do you live in the fucking middle ages or something?”

  Tears burned her eyes. She kept disappointing him. She wondered why she even cared about disappointing him, but she did. She quickly kicked her shoes
off and peeled off her pantyhose. Her panties were next and then the plain white bra.

  “Turn around,” he said. “I want to see your ass.”

  She did a turn for him. When she faced him again, he put one rough hand between her legs. She gasped with surprise as he shoved a finger rudely into her pussy. It didn’t hurt. He had been right. She was very wet between her legs.

  “Damn,” he said. “You must have wanted this for a long time.”

  He thrust his finger into her a few times and more shivers went through her body. Her knees grew weaker and she had to press her bottom back against the breakfast bar to keep from falling. She also put both hands on his shoulder.

  “I knew you’d be like this,” he said.”Some women are just born for it. I think you’re a little nympho, baby.”

  She groaned as he took his fingers out of her. In all her life she had never known such sensations. She was putty in his hands. He overpowered her. He created in her needs she had never known before. She would never have believed it could happen so quickly. She would never have believed such a thing if she’d seen it in a movie or read it in a book, but she couldn’t deny it was happening to her.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what,” he teased. “Do you want me to play with your pussy some more?”

  She closed her eyes. “Yes. Please.”

  “I like it that you say please,” he said. “I like a girl with good manners. But now you need to do something for me. Get down on your knees.”

  Her eyes popped open. On her knees. Surely he couldn’t mean? But he did because his huge, rough hands pressed down on her shoulders. She had never dreamed of doing anything like this, or maybe she did, but only after a wedding ceremony and a few years of marriage. And only on a special occasion … and if she liked it. She knew Ed Marsh wasn’t going to care if she liked it or not.