TOTALLY WICKED: BUNDLE

by MIMI WILDE

  She relaxed even more as he explored her body with his hand. There was no sense in resisting. And she did not want to resist.

  He raised up and looked into her eyes. She was surprised to see he had such an expression of tenderness.

  “Are you sure you want this?” he asked.

  “I’m sure,” Betty whispered.

  And all her doubts were put aside. She wanted this man. She wanted this man’s cock inside her.

  She had worn a simple skirt and blouse to her meeting with Tom and now she frantically started undoing the buttons of her blouse. In a moment, Bob moved her hand and finished the task. He pulled her blouse apart and she lifted up so he could undo her bra.

  She lifted up even more and was able to shrug her blouse off and then her bra. His hot eyes devoured her big breasts.

  “Gorgeous, baby,” he said. “Oh, they look so fucking gorgeous.”

  “Suck them for me,” she whispered, and put her hand behind his head.

  His lips tugged at her swollen nipple and sent hot shivers through her. One hand played with her other nipple and it was almost more than she could take. She arched her back and then he was sucking more of her creamy tit into his mouth.

  “Oh,” she moaned. “Oh, baby.”

  He bit her gently, and then a little harder. His teeth scraped her as he pulled his head back. He pushed both her breasts together so that he could lick at both her nipples. It was an incredible experience. And then his wet tongue moved down her breasts to her belly button. And then lower. Her body shook convulsively.

  He undid her skirt and slipped it down her legs. His mouth touched just at the top of her panties.

  His hot breath blew against her skin.

  “Oh baby,” she moaned.

  “You are so wet,” he said. “Um, you smell like sweet pussy.”

  He tugged her panties down her legs and his face pressed against her. His tongue parted the lips of her pussy and she cried out loud in excitement. She had never felt anything like this. He knew what he was doing with his tongue. He thrust his tongue into her a few times and then he left it inside her and moved it around so that it seemed to be touching all of her pussy at once. She knew she was dripping juice into his mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind.

  He started thrusting his tongue in and out of her again like a small cock. She lifted her lips as she tried to get more of his tongue. His tongue was making wet sounds and she felt a hard knot in the middle of her belly. It grew. It was different than other times she had come. This seemed to come from a different place.

  “Oh,” she said again. “Oh, oh, oh.”

  Sweet pleasure washed over her and her body jerked again and again. He never took his lips away even as he swallowed her juice. She put her hand on top of his head.

  “Oh, I wanted to help you,” she whispered, “but I’ve never felt anything like that.”

  “Now you can help me, baby,” he said.

  He was on his knees, tugging at his belt. In a moment his pants were down to his knees. Then he freed his cock from his jockey shorts. Like him, it was enormous. It was hard as steel and angry looking. It frightened her a little.

  “I’m not sure I can take all of that,” she said.

  “I’ll be gentle,” he assured her.

  And he was. He covered her body again and reached down to guide his cock into her pussy. He gave a little shove as he kissed her mouth again. His mouth tasted of her pussy but she had tasted her own juices with Ed and Charles, and that didn’t bother her.

  What did bother was his enormous, throbbing cock inching slowly into her. She wanted to pleasure him. She wanted him to have the same pleasure he had given her. But her body was tensing up involuntarily as she kept feeling him pushing inside her. He was so big. She had never taken such a big cock.

  “No,” she said, finally. “I can’t take it.”

  “I can’t stop now, baby,” he said.

  He was half into her and she already felt as if his cock was in her stomach. She started to panic. She tried to escape from him, but she couldn’t. He was too big and strong. And he kept pushing. Three quarters of his cock was inside her. She pounded futilely on his broad shoulders.

  “I can’t stop now,” he said again. “I can’t.”

  Tears in her eyes, she beat on his shoulders, but then he was finally inside her all the way. He probably could have hurt her then if he had lost control, but instead he stayed still. It took her a few minutes, but she began to relax again. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him. It went from being a little painful to being a little uncomfortable, and then to actually feel good. His throbbing cock started sending throbbing shivers through her again. She found herself moving her hips, and he began fucking her in slow, deep strokes.

  Incredible.

  She had never dreamed she could take such a cock inside her, but she had taken it and now she was starting to enjoy it as she had never enjoyed another. It wasn’t so much that he was big although he filled her completely, but Bob also knew what to do with his cock. He wasn’t just fucking her in and out, trying to come, but he was moving around inside her as he thrust.

  “Lift your legs, baby,” Bob said.

  It was impossible. He was already as deep inside her as he could get, but she did as he directed. She lifted her legs and locked them around his legs and suddenly he was thrusting into her at a different angle. Delicious shivers went through her again.

  “Bob,” she whispered. “Oh Bob, I’ve never had it like this.”

  And finally he lost control, slamming his big cock into her with incredible force. But now she could take him and she wanted to take him. Whimpering like a baby, she gave into the incredible sensations his cock gave her. It was a big truck they were in, but she thought they were probably shaking the cab. The fucking was violent.

  “Oh Bob, give to me harder,” she begged.

  She lifted her legs higher on him and he went in deeper, and she felt suddenly as if her body was being torn apart. She screamed as the spasms went through and then Bob rammed into her deep one last time and she felt his cock jump inside her. His cum began spurting into her like an erupting volcano filling her with hot lava. He pulled back and thrust again violently and some of his cum was squeezing out of her pussy and wetting her thighs. She pulled him tight against her as the rest of his cum leaked into her.

  Now she liked the feel of his cock. She wanted to keep him in her pussy. They stayed like that for a while until his prick became soft and finally slipped out of her.

  “Oh Bob,” she said.

  He sat up. He no longer had a look of sadness on his face, but there was something else. Something hard. He was now looking at her as if she was something dirty, and she realized he was thinking about how easy she had been. Just a few minutes of conversation and she was on her back in his truck bed. He was looking at her like a whore, and his eyes made her feel like one.

  “What do I owe you,” he said harshly.

  She gave a choked sob and she quickly gathered up her clothes. She knew she looked a mess as she slipped out of his truck and ran to her car. She felt sick with shame. He was offering her money. He thought she was a truck stop whore. And what else could he think?

  A normal small-town girl does climb up into a stranger’s truck and spread her legs so easily.

  She was a whore.

  Ed and Charles had made her that way.

  …..

  Betty went home and took a long bath and ate a microwave dinner. Her mother was away at some sort of church social. In her pajamas, she folded up on the couch and watched an old movie. She was sick and ashamed of herself, but being sick and ashamed did not seem to stop her from continually doing bad things. Betty wasn’t sure what she was going to do. She had broken up with Tom. She liked Bob. But there was not much chance she was going to end up with a really decent man. What man would want a used girl?

  And deep down inside she knew she liked being used.

  So what was she going to do?


  She was surprised to hear the doorbell. She pulled a robe on over her pajamas and answered the door. Charles stepped inside her home before she could block the doorway.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I’m here for some community service,” he said.

  “Are you crazy?” Betty said. “My mother will be home any moment. You can’t just come into my home.”

  “Your mother and my wife are at some kind of church planning meeting. They’ll be another thirty minutes or so.”

  “We can’t do this,” she said frantically.

  Charles was not wasting any time. He stood with his back against the door and unzipped his pants. Quickly, he undid his belt and pulled his pants and jockey shorts down to his knees.

  “Just give me a blowjob then,” he said. “I’ll be quick and gone. Hurry.”

  She sighed. So this is what it had come to. She thought of screaming and throwing things. She thought of refusing or threatening to tell his wife. Instead, she sank down to her knees in front of him and wrapped her hand around his cock.

  “Oh yeah, Betty,” he moaned. “My little teenage fuck.”

  She wanted to get it over with quickly. She was truly afraid her mother might come home while she sucked his dick. That would be a rude surprise for Mom. Of course she had not sucked a cock to completion, except Ed’s, and so she started doing all the things she thought might pleasure Charles and get him off quickly.

  She gingerly licked the head of his cock first, tasting the little bit of lubricating cream at the tip. She took his prick head into her mouth and closed her teeth around the rubbery crown. She pulled back, letting her teeth scrape him a little.

  “Fuck,” Charles moaned.

  Again she took his cock head into her mouth and scraped with her teeth. A little of his cock cream swirled in her mouth. She pulled back and opened her mouth so he could see it. His face was a bright red with excitement.

  “I’m going to suck and swallow it,” she promised. “See, I have already swallowed. I’m your little teenage fuck slut.”

  He groaned. She licked down the side of his sweaty cock to his balls. Licking his balls seemed to excite him even more. She took one of his balls into his mouth and sucked on it gently. He could only stand a little. He wrapped a few strands of her hair around his fingers and he pulled her head roughly up to the head of his cock.

  She didn’t have to do anything more. He crammed his prick into her mouth. He was so turned on that he couldn’t control himself. He started fucking her mouth with deep, hard thrusts. She didn’t gag even when he went deep. She let him do as he wanted, directing her head and ramming his cock as deep as he wanted. His balls slapped her chin. He gripped her head harder.

  “Oh fuck, swallow it, bitch. Swallow it. Swallow it.”

  She took a deep breath seconds before his cock erupted into her mouth. She swallowed quickly. He didn’t have a lot of cum and it went down easily. She kept sucking until he fell back against the door. She licked him completely clean and finally swallowed again, and lifted her head.

  “Are you done now,” she said. “You really have to leave before my mother sees your car in the driveway.”

  “I’m done,” Charles said, straightening up and pulling his pants and boxers up. He zipped himself up.

  “Stand up,” he said.

  She climbed to her feet and stood in front him.

  “Show me your tits,” he said.

  “I thought you were done,” she said nervously.

  “I want to look at them,” he said. “I like looking at them.”

  Shrugging her shoulders, she slipped off her pajama tops. She was not wearing a bra.

  “So firm,” he said. “So fucking beautiful.”

  “Are you done now,” she said.

  “Yeah, babe,” he said. “I’m done. I’ll see you Thursday.”

  After he left, she shut the door behind him and leaned against the door. The taste of his cum was still in her mouth.

  She thought about what he said about seeing her Thursday.

  “So this is what I’ve become,” Betty said out loud. “The community service blowjob queen.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Betty was tempted to quit her job at the Community Service Center. She was also tempted to pack her bags and move away from her home town forever. But she still loved her town and she couldn’t leave her mother.

  At breakfast on Thursday morning her mother talked about Tom and how it was going to be when they were married. She had not yet told her Mom that her relationship with Tom was ended forever.

  And she kept remembering what Charles had said about seeing her Thursday.

  Today was the day she visited shut-ins and carried their groceries. It was the day she would visit Ed and she knew he and Charles would be waiting to pounce on her. She could avoid it by not going, and yet she found herself buying the groceries and letting George carry them out to her car.

  “I’ve got a message for you,” George said.

  “Oh,” Betty said.

  “Yeah, it seems that Ed has a card game going on today with Charles Jones and the guy who owns the furniture store, William Davis.”

  “So?” Betty asked.

  With a smirk on his face, George said. “Yeah, well, Ed wants you to stop at the liquor store and pick up a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of vodka.”

  “The community service center doesn’t supply alcohol,” she said.

  “He knows that, but he says you’ll get it for him. He says he already has beer for you.”

  Betty’s face went red.

  “I always thought you were a lot classier than that,” George said. “Drinking beer with those old men. What else have you been doing?”

  “I never did that,” she lied.

  “Well, I guess I’ll find out for myself,” George said. “They invited me to play with them.”

  Betty felt sick to her stomach. She had not thought it could get any worse, but it seemed she was wrong.

  “And oh yeah,” George said. “I almost forgot. You know that costume shop downtown? Ed wants you to stop there and pick up a costume for today. He says you might have to rent some shoes to go with it, but he wants you in a French waitress outfit. You’ll be serving the chips and drinks at the game.”

  Betty shut her eyes. She just absolutely could not believe this was happening.

  “Ed says do the other visits first and the card game will start around two,” George said.

  The smirk was still on George’s face. He put the rest of her groceries in her car and shut the door. Betty wanted to scream at him that she was certainly not going to buy booze and some kind of whore costume and serve party favors at the card game. But then she thought, but what difference does it make. She was being treated like a whore because she was a whore.

  A spasm of excitement went through her.

  “No,” she whispered. “No, this I can’t do this. I can’t.”

  ……

  At two o’clock exactly Betty pulled into Ed’s drive. Her heart pounding, she pulled out the two bags and groceries and walked to the front door. Ed opened it.

  “Did you bring everything?” he asked.

  “I brought your groceries,” she said.

  “I mean the booze and the costume,” he said. “The game is about to start.”

  “I…” she said. She cleared her throat. “Please don’t make me do this, Ed.”

  “Did you bring the stuff I told you to bring,” he said.

  “Yes,” she finally admitted.

  “Good. Put the groceries away. I’ll send George out to your car for the rest.’

  She walked into the house. Ed had put a large folding table in the middle of his living room. Charles Jones and his boss, William Davis, sat at the table. Young George sat in one of the armchairs and he looked at her with hungry, obvious lust. Ed told him to fetch the rest of the stuff and he jumped up and hurried out. She felt like her legs were wooden as she went into the kitchen and put the groce
ries away.

  Ed and Charles stayed in the living room, but William Davis followed her into the kitchen. William Davis was a much better looking man than any of the rest, and he had the attitude and arrogance of only the very rich. He was involved in a lot of charity work. His wife was a town socialite, beautiful and fashionable. He was envied by all.

  “Let me see your driver’s license, Betty,” he said.

  “What?” she asked, confused.

  “I want to see your birthday,” he said.

  She understood. He was no taking any chances. Everyone knew exactly was going to happen at the card game, and he didn’t want to make any mistakes. He wanted to make sure she was old enough.

  “It’s not a good picture,” she said stupidly.

  “I don’t give a damn about the picture,” he said harshly. “I want to know officially how old you. I’m not fucking some underage girl.”

  He put it out in the open. She couldn’t deny it any longer. None of them were going to leave her any self-respect. She pulled her driver’s license from her billfold and showed it to him. He carefully checked her date of birth.

  “So you really are nineteen,” he said, a hint of cruelty in his voice. “I guess we can let the fun begin.”

  Casually, he reached up with both hands and felt her breasts. She started to pull away, but then she shrugged her shoulders and let him squeeze her.

  “Big nice tits,” he said. “I never would believe this about you, Betty, but I guess my Dad was right. It runs in the family.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “My Dad said your Momma was the biggest whore in the area. She would fuck somebody on a bet. That’s why she never knew who your father was.”

  “That’s not true,” Betty said. “My father was a hero. He died in the war.”

  William laughed. “You believe that old story. Nobody believes that one. Your father could have been anybody in town.”

  It was a horrible thing to say. It couldn’t be true. But down deep Betty suddenly knew it was. Her mother had lied to her. Her mother had the same needs and desires Betty had.

  “Now go put on your costume,” William said.