TOTALLY WICKED: BUNDLE

by MIMI WILDE

  “Take it out,” he said.

  On her knees, she was eye level with his bulge. It pressed out his jeans like it was trying to break out. Her heart was pounding again.

  What the hell am I doing, she asked herself.

  And even though she knew it was crazy, she peeled his zipper down and then she unbuckled his jeans. She pulled his jeans down to his knees. He wore boxer shorts and his prick sprang through the opening of his boxers like charging rhino. The head of his cock hit her on the cheek and she drew her head back like she had been burned. She felt something wet and sticky on her cheek. Involuntarily, she put her fingers against her cheek before she realized what she was feeling.

  “Oh Lord,” she said, as she felt it on her fingertips.

  “Wrap your fingers around it,” he demanded. “Stroke me.”

  She looked up at him.

  “Stoke my cock, bitch,” he said harshly.

  Never in her life had anyone called her a bitch, and never in her life had she felt so powerless. But the feeling made her hot. It scorched her insides and made her even wetter between her legs. She didn’t understand it. What was wrong with her? It was almost as if she liked being treated roughly.

  She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked him. His cock throbbed hotly in her fingers and close up; she could see the tiny blue veins running beneath the skin. She had a good view of the tiny hole and the occasional drops of clear liquid from the tip.

  “Yeah, baby, that’s it,” Ed said. “Get it hard.”

  She didn’t see how it could get any harder, but she stroked and rubbed his cock until it felt like a piece of steel in her fingertips. More of his cream was running over her fingers and down to the base of his cock. She was afraid he was going to ask her to do more, and she was afraid he wasn’t. She knew what had to happen next. She was not surprised when he put his hand on her head and pulled her forward. She kissed the tip tentatively. She tasted salt against her lips.

  “Open wide,” he said.

  And she did. His cock slid into her mouth, over her tongue. More of his juice leaked inside her mouth, coating her tongue and the roof of her mouth. But he only left it in there a moment and then he pulled her head away and he rubbed his wet cock against her cheek leaving another wet, sticky trail.

  “I bet you suck your boyfriend off all the time, don’t you?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “You’ve never sucked his cock,” Ed said, in disbelief.

  “I’ve never even seen his cock,” she admitted.

  “You mean you’re a fucking virgin,” Ed said.

  She nodded miserably.

  “Well, don’t you worry, sugar,” he said. “Ed’s going to take care of that.”

  Ed lifted her to her feet again. He didn’t kiss her this time, but instead he turned her around and pressed her face down on the counter of the breakfast bar. His hands slipped around her and cupped her breasts and his fingers tweaked her nipples.

  “I wish I had a few weeks, baby,” he said. “I’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight.”

  He put one hand back between her legs. He pushed her legs apart a little more and two of his fingers went into her pussy. He knew what he was doing. His fingers moved around inside her, and then thrust in and out and it was driving her crazy. She felt so empty and hot.

  “Tell me what you want?” Ed said.

  “Please,” she said.

  “Yeah, like I said, I like a polite woman, but I want to hear you say the words. Now tell me what you want.”

  “Please put it inside me.”

  He jabbed his fingers deep and rubbed them around again and then drew them out. She gasped again as she felt so empty inside.

  “You want to get fucked, tell me,” he insisted.

  He was going to leave her no self-respect, but she couldn’t help herself. She felt desperate. She throbbed inside. She needed his cock.

  “Please fuck me,” she whispered. “Oh, please, please fuck me.”

  She thought it was supposed to hurt the first time, but he drove his prick up into her from behind and met only a slight resistance. He shoved it in deep and left it inside her so that she felt as if his massive cock head was throbbing inside her belly.

  Whatever she was supposed to feel the first time, it was unlike anything she had ever known. Sensations of pleasure rocked her body. She pushed back against him to draw even more of his rigid prick inside her. She tried to tighten herself against him, hungering to feel every inch of his fat cock.

  “Fucking sweet pussy,” Ed moaned, and he pulled out slightly and then drove back into her again. He left it there without moving once more, and it was almost more than she could stand.

  She lost control and she started bouncing on the counter, wiggling her ass to get him to move, and finally he gave her what she needed. He started thrusting in and out of her rapidly. Nothing had ever felt so good. His balls slapped her as he fucked her, and she gasped each time the head of his cock went deep into her again. Being fucked was nothing like she had imagined. This was not romantic. This was animalistic. She was being fucked by a beast, and she loved it.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me good. Fuck me.”

  He laughed brutally as he increased his pace. His cum was leaking into her, and his cock felt as if it was growing larger with each thrust.

  “You’ve got good pussy, baby,” he said. “You’ve got some really good pussy.”

  His words drove her over the top. In her past she had shamefully stroked her pussy to orgasm, but it had been tiny, furtive orgasms that had never left her feeling completely satisfied. This was something different. Her orgasm grew from the pit of her belly, and shook her entire body. She was twisting and turning, pushing back against him, doing everything she could to keep the good feelings. Damn, she was almost there. She lifted up with a savage cry and he finally had to put his hand over her mouth to keep her from crying out loud again, and perhaps bring his mother to find out what was going on.

  She felt as if she was being shaken apart as her orgasm grew and then exploded into all parts of her.

  “Now take some cum, bitch,” Ed said. “Take all my fucking cum.”

  He slammed into her again. At almost the same time she started coming back to earth, shaking and sobbing after the violence of her orgasm, she became aware he was coming. He was shooting his cum deep inside her almost like a soothing balm to her heated pussy. Her knees were quivering and she knew she would have fallen if not for his weight pinning her to the table. He pulled out and thrust into her a couple more times as his cock drained into her.

  Without saying anything else, Ed Marsh pulled back and let his cock slip out of her. He went to the refrigerator and took out a beer and opened it.

  “You want one?” he asked her.

  Betty shook her head. Tears burned her eyes as she gathered up her clothes and hurried to the bathroom to put them on. She was sick and ashamed. She could not believe she had let this happen. Ed was in his recliner watching a sports channel when she stepped out of the bathroom.

  “I’ll see you next week, sugar,” he said. “And wear something sexy, will you. Get rid of those granny clothes.”

  “This will not happen again,” she said.

  He grinned at her. “Honey, you’ve had a taste now. By next week you’ll be climbing the walls, or maybe you’ll get that boyfriend of yours to take care of you. But since he obviously hadn’t tapped your pussy yet, he’s really not much of a boyfriend. So come on back when you need it, baby. I’ll be here waiting for you. There’s a few other tricks I can teach you.”

  Sobbing, Betty ran from the living room and out the front door.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Guilt nearly incapacitated Betty for the next two days. She lived with her widowed mother in the last house on Oak Street, and she couldn’t seem to make herself get out of bed. Her mother had the doctor come to see her and he prescribed some vitamins and a change of scenery for a few days. Her mother wa
s disappointed in the doctor’s treatment, but Betty knew he was doing all he could. There was nothing wrong with her except in her mind. She could not forget what Ed Marsh had done to her. Or actually what she had allowed to be done. Nor could she forget the feelings, the sensations of his hands on her and then his cock penetrating her. She had betrayed her boyfriend, and she had betrayed her own moral values. And the terrible thing was that she knew she wanted it again. Ed had been right when he told her that he had created a new sense of need in her, a hungry fire she was afraid would consume her.

  “What is wrong with me?” Betty asked herself over and over.

  She was absolutely determined she would never see Ed Marsh again.

  But she couldn’t help thinking about him as she finally got up enough nerve and energy to return to work at the community center on Monday morning. She tried to keep busy. She tried to keep her mind on other things. But she found herself mentally undressing every man she saw, wondering how it would feel to have his hands on her, his cock inside her.

  But the next day she stopped at Domick’s grocery and picked up a few things.

  George again followed her out to the parking lot. “Is that for Mr. Marsh?”

  “Oh,” Betty said, flustered. “I forgot to pick up milk.”

  “I put it in the trunk for you,” George said.

  “Well, it went bad or something. I have to bring him some more.”

  George glared at her suspiciously. It was none of his business. She got into her car and drove hurriedly away, but she didn’t go directly to Ed Marsh. She went around the corner and sat for a while, getting up her nerve. She knew what would happen if she knocked on his door. She couldn’t deny what she was there for. She almost changed her mind a couple of times, but she couldn’t defeat the growing hunger.

  Finally, she could stand it no longer and she drove around the block to his house. Carrying the bag of groceries up the driveway, she had a feeling that everyone on the street was looking at her, and that everyone knew why she was there.

  There was no question that Ed Marsh understood immediately. He got a big grin on his face when he opened the door.

  “There were a few things I forgot on Thursday,” she said lamely.

  “Come on in, then,” he said.

  She followed him into the house, again feeling a little like she was stepping into danger. But it excited her. She was behaving in a way she had never dreamed she would, and each step made her hotter and wetter.

  She was shocked to find Ed Marsh was not alone. There was another man sitting in the living room. He was a tall, slim blond man that she recognized from the community center. His name was Charles Jones and he was in is late forties. He was an accountant at the local furniture store. He and his wife went to church with Betty and her mother.

  Betty had always felt sorry for Charles. His wife was a real witch. She was a short, heavy woman with a harsh voice, and she bossed Charles around like a child. It obviously wasn’t a happy marriage.

  A jolt of disappointment and frustration went through her. She had not considered that Ed might not be alone. Nothing could happen. She would have to make up some other excuse to return after Charles was gone.

  “I see you have company,” Betty said. “I’ll just put this stuff up and get out of your way.”

  “Nonsense,” Ed said. “Not until you get what you came for.”

  Ed shocked her again by stepping close to her from behind. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly against him.

  “You remember Betty from the Community Center,” Ed said.

  “I’ve known her since she was a little girl,” Charles said. “We got to church together. But I don’t understand what you’re doing?”

  “It’s obvious, isn’t it? Betty only recently found out she needs something her boyfriend can’t give her.”

  Betty dropped the groceries as she struggled in his strong arms. He only pinned her tighter. Charles was looking into her face with a curious expression. She knew her own face was bright red.

  “Please let me go,” she said.

  “Come on, Betty. You know why you’re here.”

  “I brought you some extra groceries,” she said.

  “Which I didn’t need,” he said.

  Still holding her firmly, he kissed the back of her neck. A single touch of his lips and she was aroused. Charles let his eyes linger at her nipples, which had suddenly stuck up stiff and tender under her white blouse.

  “Oh no,” she moaned.

  “Betty has a good heart,” Ed said. “She feels bad for lonely men. So she does what she can to spread cheer and happiness.”

  He kissed her again, his tongue licking at the sensitive flesh of her neck.

  “Oh please,” she said.

  “I’m a lonely man too,” Charles said, standing.

  This can’t be happening, Betty thought. Not two men at once. This was sick, twisted, disgusting. She couldn’t allow this to happen. She struggled ineffectively against Ed’s strong grip as Charles took steps and pressed against her. She was suddenly the filling in the middle of a sandwich.

  Charles kissed her. He kissed her gently, just the briefest touch of his lips on hers. Then he pressed his lips against her throat. He nipped at her flesh with his teeth like a vampire about to devour a mill. She stopped struggling.

  “Now that’s better,” Ed said, kissing her neck again. “Just relax, baby, and take care of us.”

  Charles kissed her mouth again and finally Ed released her from his powerful grip. But she didn’t try to get away as Charles led her over to a chair. He sat and pulled her into his lap.

  “Dear, sweet Betty,” he said. “So pretty and so young. How I have fantasized about having a young girl like you. In fact, I’ve often fantasized about you.”

  His words seemed to throw embers on an already out of control fire raging in her belly. She let herself be pulled against him and she didn’t fight when he kissed her and drove his tongue into her mouth. He kept French-kissing her as his hands started to explore her body through her clothes.

  She couldn’t let this happen.

  This was so wrong.

  “Oh damn, damn, damn,” she said.

  She was letting it happen. She felt powerless to stop it. His hands on her breasts felt so damned good. Pleasure shot through her as his fingers rubbed her throbbing nipples. The heat between her legs was incredibly fierce. She knew her panties were already soaked. She didn’t like it when Ed pulled her out of Charles’s lap and pushed her toward the center of the room.

  “Now clean up those groceries and go fetch us some beer,” Ed said.

  Trembling, confused, she picked up the groceries she had dropped. Fortunately, nothing was broken. On shaking legs, she walked into the kitchen and took two beers from the refrigerator. Ed had sat down across from Charles and she handed them both a can of beer.

  “What the hell is this?” Ed said. “We’re civilized men. Now go back and open them and pour them into glasses like you would do for a guest.”

  Her mind was so clouded, she hardly thought about what she was doing. She went back into the kitchen, found clean mugs, and poured the beers. She took them back and stood obediently in front of Ed’s chair as he took a long sip.

  “Now that’s better,” Ed said. “That’s what I call community service. Now why don’t you do a little dance for us while we finish our beers?”

  “A dance,” she said stupidly.

  “Yeah, a dance. You know. Shake it some. And take off your clothes.”

  Blushing red she went to the middle of the room. There was no music, but it didn’t seem to matter to the two men. They sipped their beer and smacked their lips as they watched her start to sway slowly. She was not really a dancer, but she instinctively realized it was not her dancing skills they were admiring. They wanted to humble her. They wanted to humiliate her. And she was allowing it.

  She closed her eyes as she did a bump and grind type dance and peeled off her clothes. O
nce again, she left her clothes puddle on the floor. She wasn’t wearing panty hose this time. She was able to quickly get down to her plain white bra and panties.

  “I told you about that fucking underwear,” Ed said. “Next time I want you to have some sexier stuff.”

  “I like black,” Charles said.

  She tried not to think about what Ed was saying. Next time. Ed was expecting there would be a next time. Maybe Charles would also participate.

  Oh Lord, she had to get control of herself.

  She stripped off the rest of her clothing and she was naked in front of their hot, probing eyes.

  “Turn around and bend over a little,” Ed said. “Shake that pretty ass at us.”

  They were leaving her no dignity. Total humiliation. She turned and bent over. She moved her ass to imaginary music. It seemed to go on forever. It was an uncomfortable position, but she stayed in it until Ed told her to straighten up and face them again.

  Both men had their cocks out and they stroked them.

  “Come here,” Charles said. “Get on your knees.”

  Still sick with disgust, she crossed the room and fell down on her knees in front of Charles. She squirmed in between his knees. It was insane. How could she be so disgusted with herself and so excited at the same time? Her pussy was slick with juice as she wrapped her fingers tightly around his cock.

  It was only the second cock she had ever seen. It was different. His cock was longer, but not as thick. His cock had a more reddish color and it had a slight curve to it. Were all cocks different? Would it feel different inside her? She groaned as Charles reached for her head and pulled her face into his lap.

  He wanted her to suck it. Of course he wanted her to suck it. It was what men did. They expected their women to suck their cocks, or fuck them, or dance, or anything else they desired. A part of her knew a good girl shouldn’t be so willing to do these things, but Betty was beginning to suspect she was not a good girl.

  She certainly did not resist as she took his cock into her mouth. He had a strong, salty flavor. Some of his lubricating cream leaked over her lips. He was really excited. His rock-hard cock throbbed inside her lips.