TOTALLY WICKED: BUNDLE

by MIMI WILDE

  “That’s it, Betty,” he said. “Be a good girl and suck it.”

  A good girl? No way was she a good girl any longer.

  She moved her head forward and her lips took the length of his cock into her mouth. She gagged for a moment and then her throat muscles relaxed and she took him even deeper, all the way to his balls.

  “Oh fuck, she’s a natural,” Charles said.

  “I didn’t know she could do that,” Ed said admiringly.

  She didn’t know what she was doing that was so unique. All girls could suck cock, couldn’t they? She drew her head back and then sucked him into her mouth again as deep as she could. She gagged a little again, but it was not a really uncomfortable feeling. She liked the taste and flavor of him in her mouth.

  Charles no longer had to guide her head. He put his hands on her breasts and started squeezing as she started to bob her head faster.

  “Oh fuck, she’s going to make me come,” he said. “I want some pussy first.”

  Reluctantly, she gave up his cock as he pushed her away. Her eyes were glazed over and there was some of his cock cream on her chin. Her body was flushed and excited. She knew she looked like a slut, but she didn’t care. She needed cock.

  Charles pulled her into his lap again facing him. She spread her legs over her knees and lifted up slightly so that he could position his cock against the entrance to her slit. She settled down slowly on him, groaning in satisfaction as she felt his cock sliding up into her. She kissed him, stabbing her tongue into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight so that her big soft breasts rubbed against him. She settled down even more and took his cock all the way inside her.

  “That’s right, baby,” he said. “Oh yeah, rub those big tits against me.”

  He had no undressed except for taking his cock out of his pants. She wished he was naked. She would have enjoyed feeling her breasts against his bare chest. But she knew it was more exciting for them this way. She was naked. They were clothed. She bounced a little on his cock, loving the way it stretched her, filled her, throbbed against her cunt walls.

  “Talk dirty to me, baby,” he said.

  She looked into his eyes. They were leaving her no self-respect, but she found she didn’t care. She wanted to give them everything they desired.

  “Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me like your little whore.”

  “How old are you, baby,” he said.

  She knew what he was after, his fantasy of fucking a teenager. And she was still barely a teenager.

  “I’m nineteen,” she said. “I’m nineteen fucking years old and you’re getting my pussy.”

  It was more than he could stand. She expected him to last longer, but he suddenly pushed up against her and his cock started jumping inside her. She had gotten him too hot. He was already coming and she needed him to stay hard inside her for a little longer.

  She squeezed her cunt walls together around his cock and sat down to take him as deep as she could, but it wasn’t enough. Already she could feel his cum slipping out of her, wetting her thighs and the seat beneath them.

  “Oh no,” she wailed. “Fuck me, fuck me please.”

  He had a lot of cum. It was spilling out everywhere. He had obviously not been with a woman in a while. But his cock had already gone half-hard within her, and then it was slipping out. She groaned.

  But then she thought of Ed’s cock, so tantalizingly close.

  She slipped out of Charles lap, but she couldn’t escape him. He gripped her by the hair.

  “You haven’t finished,” Charles said.

  She looked at him stupidly. What else could she do? His cock glistened with their combined juices, but it was soft. It would not fit up into her again. She looked desperately over at Ed and his fierce looking prick and she knew would do anything to get it back inside.

  “You need to clean me up,” Charles said.

  She looked again at his wet cock and she knew she was right. She couldn’t leave it like that.

  She would need to clean it up.

  “Okay, I’ll go get a wash rag,” she said.

  “Not like that,” Charles said. “Clean me with your mouth.”

  She looked up at him in horror. But his cock had her own juice on it as well as his cum. She could have licked off his cum easily. She actually kind of liked the taste. But not her own pussy juice. His cock had been inside her. She couldn’t do that. That was more twisted, more perverse, than anything she had ever heard of it.

  “Do it,” Ed said. “It won’t make you a lesbian. I kind of like the taste of pussy myself.”

  There was no escape. Charles gripped her head tightly. His cock head pressed her lips. She opened her mouth and once again took his cock into her lips. She took him deep again, tasting the strong, salty flavor as well as a different, tangier taste that she knew was her own juice. She did not struggle. She had no resistance in her anymore. Her pussy still burned with need. She sucked and licked his cock until he was satisfied that he was clean and only then did he release her head.

  She didn’t bother standing. She did a crab-like crawl over to the other chair and Ed’s cock. She started to raise up so she could slide into his lap, but Ed pushed her back down.

  “I want to come in your mouth,” he said.

  “No,” she whispered desperately. “I need you. I’m so hot.”

  “It’s not about you, baby,” Ed said. “You’re here to serve.”

  Tears of frustration in her eyes, she let Ed pull her face down to his lap. Another cock slipped into her mouth and once again she took him deep, all the way to his hot, throbbing balls.

  “Fucking nice,” Ed said. “This girl’s got a mouth like a pussy.”

  Ed’s cock was fatter than Charles and it had a slightly different texture But the flavor of his salty cum tasted the same. He held onto her head as she started to bob up and down. At the same time she reached down between her legs, and pushed a finger inside her wet pussy.

  “Look at her,” Charles said. “She’s fucking her own pussy. She’s a hot one.”

  She was beyond being embarrassed. All she could think about was the heat in her body. She almost cried out in agony when Ed grabbed her tightly by the arm and pulled her fingers away from her sopping pussy.

  “Not yet, baby. Suck me hard and I’ll let you have relief.”

  She gave herself into sucking his cock. Her lips tightened and her head bobbed faster. She used her tongue around his sweaty meat. She wanted him to come. She was desperate for him to come and she used her mouth like a vacuum pump. She took him as deep into her throat as possible because he seemed to really enjoy that. His balls kept slapping her chin.

  “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Oh fuck, she’s fucking good. I’ve never had a blowjob like this. She is so fucking good.”

  Her head bobbing faster, she realized it was what she was doing. How naïve could a girl be? She was giving him a blowjob. Once even the thought of doing such a thing for anyone but her future husband was disgusting. It was something really bad girls did in the front seat of parked cars or whores did in alley’s behind bars.

  It was not something good girls did. But it was obvious she would never be able to call herself a good girl again.

  “Fuck, I’m coming,” he moaned. “Oh, swallow, it, Betty. Fucking swallow it all.”

  For one brief second she had the realization he was going to come in her mouth. Somehow she had not thought about that happening. She had no thought much about it all. But it didn’t seem to matter anymore. She had already tasted cum and her own pussy juice. Taking a load of cum down her throat and into her belly didn’t seem so impossible anymore.

  His prick erupted into her mouth as she bobbed one last time. She had him deep in her throat and oddly did not taste him. She didn’t choke as she thought she might. She was able to swallow easily and she swallowed until his prick stopped jerking in his mouth. And then she kept her mouth on his throbbing prick until he was completely satisfied.


  She drew back and looked up into his eyes.

  “Come here, Betty,” he said softly. “My little teenage nympho. Sit in my lap and let me make you feel good.”

  She slipped up into his lap and his hand went between her legs. He did not kiss her mouth. Perhaps it was because she still had his cum on her lips. But he kissed her neck and then pushed her back slightly so he could lick her nipples. She gaped as he took a hard nipple into his mouth and began to chew on it. Then his knowing fingers slipped up between her legs. Hers wasn’t the first pussy he had stroked and it was obvious he knew her pleasure centers better than she did. She gasped and squirmed as his fingers moved around inside her and then he did something with his thumb and forefinger that sent an incredible erotic shiver through. She had never known such a feeling, not even when she was getting fucked.

  “Ah, you like that,” he said. “My wife used to like that.”

  Again he stroked with his finger sent another spasm through her body.

  “You want to come,” he said.

  “Oh yes, please, make me come,” she whispered.

  He did the same thing again, but this time part of his finger brushed her clit. A tremendous spasm of pleasure rocked her body. Then he was finger-fucking her hard. He rammed his fingers into her deep and the ridge of one finger brushed her clit each time he thrust.

  “Oh yes,” she whispered. “Oh yes, yes, yes.”

  It was sweet, so sweet, when the waves of pleasure rocked her body, and sent her incredible heights. Her head kept spinning as she twisted and squirmed on his fingers. Again and again she shook until her body seemed to collapse and she was like a balloon with all the air leaking out of it. She buried her face against his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

  Now that it was over, and she had come, the guilt had come back stronger than before.

  “It’s all right, Betty,” he said, rubbing her shoulders. “It’s all right. I know you’re young and this is new to you. But you’re not doing anything wrong. You’re just making a couple of lonely old guys very happy.”

  “I feel so dirty,” she whispered.

  He lifted her head to look into her eyes.

  “You’re a Princess, Betty,” he said. “I know I treat you kind of rough, but you like that. It’s what turns you on. But you’re still a Princess. You’re very special. Now put on your clothes and have a beer with us. We’ll all watch a movie on cable or something. Later, we’ll have some pizza.”

  “I don’t drink beer,” she said.

  “Oh, I think you’re going to be a beer drinking girl before I’m done,” Ed said.

  “Don’t put on all your clothes. Maybe you could leave your top off. Those tits of yours sure are big and soft looking and I’d like to keep looking at them and feeling of them. Could you serve the beer and pizza topless?’

  “What about it, Princess,” Ed said.

  Betty nodded. Somehow she felt she did not have a choice.

  CHAPTER THREE

  On Saturday Betty drove out to meet Tom at college. She was still consumed with guilt. Seeing Tom was not going to be easy. But she knew now she could not continue seeing him, and she had to break off their engagement. She wasn’t sure what words she was going to use. She couldn’t tell him that she was breaking up with him because Tom would never be able to give her what she needed. How could she explain that she had given her virginity to a man from the Community Center, that she had fucked and sucked, and spent a wonderful day with two men. Betty still could not believe how much fun she had experienced with Ed and Charles. She had always been a serious kind of girl, hard working, and moralistic. With Ed and Charles, she had drank her first beer… well, actually several beers… and she had laughed and joked and simply had a wonderful time.

  And of course she could not explain how later each man had taken her into a back bedroom and fucked her, and she had been half-drunk, half crazy, and how it had been her idea to clean them with her mouth to keep their wet cocks from dripping on the sheets.

  Betty knew she had been changed forever.

  Living a life with Tom would bore her out of her mind.

  She needed men like Ed and Charles.

  The conversation went much like she had imagined. She met Tom on campus and they walked together beneath the trees near the senior court.

  “You’re calling off our engagement,” Tom said, puzzled.

  It was funny, but he didn’t seem terribly upset. Tom did not easily show emotion, but it was almost as if he had been expecting it.

  “I don’t love you, Tom. I’ve become aware of it in the past few weeks. I don’t think we would be good together.”

  “But we’ve known each other since grammar school,” he said.

  “That’s just it,” she said. “I think people kind of expected us to get married. But people change.”

  “You obviously have,” Tom said.

  They walked and talked and Tom even hugged her as he left her at her car.

  She truly thought breaking up with him would be harder than it was. She breathed a sigh of relief as she got into her car and started driving back to town. Because she was returning earlier than usual, there was no reason for her to make her usual stop at the café. It was two hours until lunch. Yet, for some reason she pulled into the parking lot and went inside. There was only one man in the place, a big, rugged individual with a ragged beard. He was eating a late breakfast at her usual table so she took one nearby and ordered coffee.

  As she drank her coffee, her eyes kept going back to the man. He did not seem all that aware of his surroundings and he did not seem to be enjoying his food. She became aware of a sadness in him that tugged at her soft heart. He finally left half his breakfast on the table and a bunch of folded bills to pay, and went outside to his truck. Betty paid for her coffee and then found herself following the man.

  He stopped and leaned against his truck. He cleared his throat and Betty grew aware there were tears in his eyes.

  “Are you okay, sir?” Betty asked.

  For the first time he became aware of Betty.

  “I’m fine,” he said. “Get away from me.”

  Betty didn’t move. For some reason she was drawn to this man. He was even bigger than he had looked sitting down. His clothes were clean, but he hadn’t shaved in a few days, and his eyes were reddened.

  “I’m Betty Womack,” she said. “And you don’t look all right to me.”

  “So why the hell does it matter to you?” he asked angrily.

  His anger should have been a frightening thing. He was big enough to have picked Betty up and twisted her like a matchstick. But she somehow knew he wouldn’t. This man was a gentle giant. He would be capable of violence if threatened, but Betty somehow knew she was safe.

  She reached out and touched his hand. “I don’t like to see you in pain.”

  He took a deep breath. “You should be careful, young lady. You walk up to a stranger like me and he’s liable to drag you into his truck and do… things to you.”

  “Drag me into your truck, then,” Betty said.

  Betty hardly thought about what she was saying. It was stupid. But she looked up into his pain-filled eyes and her heart felt heavy for him. She took his hand again.

  “You can talk to me,” she said.

  He gave a disbelieving shake of his head.

  “Yes, you can,” Betty said.

  The Betty of a few weeks would never have dreamed of getting into the truck of such a man, but she had changed greatly in a few days. He helped her up into his truck and they sat talking for a while. Betty found out he was younger than she thought, at first. His name was Bob Jenkins and he had served in the military in Iraq and then came home to get married. Things had been wonderful for a while, but a year ago, they had discovered his wife, who had been his high school sweetheart, had cancer. She had passed away six months before.

  Betty told him a little bit about herself, about how she had just broken up with her boyfriend. She told him she worked in commun
ity service. She didn’t tell him about Ed and Charles or what kind of community service she had been doing lately.

  They talked for more than an hour and Betty spent a lot of time absent mindedly patting him on his muscular thigh.

  Of course she should have been aware it would happen. He was a husky young male who had lost his wife six months before, and there had been no other women since then. She suddenly became aware she was no longer patting his thigh, but that her fingers were brushing the tip of his hard prick threatening to burst out of his pants.

  She looked down with an involuntary gasp. From the length of it, it was bigger than any she had seen so far and she could feel the powerful heat of it even through the material of his pants.

  “Oh my,” she said.

  She glanced at his face. He was blushing red.

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  She licked her lips. She had just met this man. What she should do was go running from the truck. But she didn’t. Instead, she leaned across the truck seat and kissed him gently on the lips.

  “I know it’s wrong,” Betty said. “I really am not the kind of girl who would do this with a stranger.”

  He pulled her back for another kiss. His mouth was hard and hungry, and all thoughts of resistance went right out of Betty’s head. She kissed him back furiously and willingly opened her mouth for the hard thrusting of his tongue. It was wrong, Betty thought. It was so very wrong.

  But she felt powerless in this strong man’s arms. He kissed her differently from the way Ed and Charles had kissed her. Bob kissed her just as demanding, but there was also sweetness, as if he actually cared about her as a person and not just as a convenient piece of ass.

  Of course, she remembered she had not fought very hard against Ed and Charles. In fact, she had not fought at all.

  Maybe she was a whore? Maybe all she was a convenient piece of ass?

  But her sense of guilt did not stop her from kissing Bob. She gave herself to him as he pulled her out of her seat and into the little back compartment where he had a small living quarters. He pushed her down on the cot and covered her with his enormous, muscular body. His mouth covered hers, his tongue thrusting deep into her throat.