TOTALLY WICKED: BUNDLE

by MIMI WILDE

  “No date,” he said, shrugging. “On Friday nights I sometimes visit the old Lowe’s Theater. They show old movies. Tonight they had an old Errol Flynn movie.”

  “Oh yes,” she said. “I’ve gone there myself. I love those old movies.”

  They were suddenly talking about all the old movies they both loved, and then she began to discover other things they had in common. Once past the initial shyness, she found James was a really interesting person. He was a painter and a writer, and sometimes acted himself in Community Theater. She realized she had read one of his stories and hadn’t realized it was him. She started seeing him through different eyes. With a haircut and a new suit, he would be a strikingly good looking young man. He wasn’t as muscle bound as the man she usually dated, but he wasn’t as thick-headed either.

  She wasn’t sure when it happened but somewhere along the ride to her apartment, she started feeling a tingling. It started at her spine and then spread throughout her body. Between her legs she felt suddenly warm.

  She glanced up at the front seat and she saw the driver’s eyes in the mirror. They were mesmerizing. They seemed to caress her. She felt itchy. Her clothes felt uncomfortable.

  She turned her head away from those hot black eyes and suddenly James was kissing her and she forgot all about the cab driver watching.

  She willingly opened her mouth to admit his tongue. He tasted good. She wiggled her tongue against his to show him that she wasn’t fighting his kiss. One hand on the back of his head, she pulled him tighter and returned the favor by pressing her tongue deep into his mouth in a wet, sloppy open-mouthed kiss. It took her breath away.

  It was James who broke the kiss as he was suddenly embarrassed as he remembered they were in public and in the back of a moving cab. She found those black eyes looking at her in the mirror again, a little amused, a little excited.

  “It’s all right, James,” she said, and she pulled his head back for another long, wet kiss.

  Her giving him permission broke the last barrier down and he was all over her. He pressed her against the door of the taxi as he kissed her. His tongue stabbed hotly into her mouth once more. She didn’t struggle. There was something really exciting about what was happening.

  “Yes, James,” she moaned as he brushed his fingertips fleetingly over one of her breasts. She grabbed his hand and pulled it back forcefully against her breath. The heat of his palm caused her nipple to swell up to an achy point.

  “Touch me, James,” she whispered. “Play with me.”

  He squeezed, gently, at first, but she put her hand over his again and encouraged him to squeeze harder. He cupped her breast completely and squeezed hard. A shiver of delight went through her and she pressed her breast against his finger. He thumbed her erect nipple and she gasped.

  “Oh, yes,” she said. “Oh yes.”

  His kisses became more passionate, more demanding. His tongue started thrusting into her mouth rapidly. She realized he was slowly taking charge of her. She had always liked strong, forceful men but she hadn’t expected James to be one. He was full of surprises. There was a surprising strength in him she wasn’t prepared for. His kisses made her a little dizzy.

  She wore a simple sweater and skirt combination and now James started tugging her sweater up. In a moment he would reveal her lace black bra. She remembered they were still in public but she didn’t have the will to stop him. She heard his low whistle as he looked at her perky breasts trying to escape the lacy bra. His hand squeezed her again, this time really hard and without the sweater to protect her from the heat of his skin. She moaned low in her throat. With her sweater now around her neck, he had access to both of her bra-clad breasts and he wasted little time. Both his hands caressed her, squeezing and rubbing his fingers over her aching nipples.

  She should stop him now before it was too late, she thought. Hell, it was already too late as she lifted her back and let him unhook her bra. He pulled the bra away from her breasts and she felt the cool evening air caressing her. Then his hot hands were back.

  “James,” she whispered. “Oh, James, we should wait.”

  “Wait for what,” he growled.

  His lips went to her nipple and she also forgot why she wanted to wait. His mouth felt so damned good. He licked and sucked and bit at her tender nipple and she wanted more. Gripping the back of his head tightly, she pulled him closer. His sucking lips opened even wider and more of her breast was inside his wet mouth.

  “Oh yes, suck me,” she whispered.

  It no longer made any difference that the female taxi driver was watching. Nothing made any difference but the sweet sensations going through her. It somehow did not occur to her that it was only a twelve minute ride to her apartment from the pizza house or that the taxi seemed to be crawling. And that the rain outside seemed to be falling harder. It made it impossible for her to see anything of the passing scenery and it almost made it impossible for anyone to see inside the taxi in those infrequent moments when there were streetlights on the corner.

  His lips moved down from her breast to her quivering belly. Both his hands slipped up her legs underneath her skirt. She parted her legs for him, allowing him to touch anywhere he wanted. And he wanted to touch everywhere. Fingertips stroked her thighs and then the wet front of her panties. She moaned out loud. His tongue found her tiny bellybutton and he licked at it. At the same time one of his fingers edged underneath her panties and stroked up and down her pussy lips.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned.

  He slid a finger into her and it was like he lit fires inside her. She squirmed all over the seat. She humped his finger desperately. It wasn’t enough. She wanted to be filled. She was an empty hole aching to be filled.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Oh James, give it to me. I need it bad.”

  In the front seat she heard the female cab driver’s soft laughter. Somehow she knew the woman wasn’t laughing at her need. The woman was laughing out of joy of the moment. Somehow the woman was feeling some of what she was feeling, almost as if their bodies were connected somehow.

  “Yes,” she heard the woman say softly. “Fuck her, James.”

  James was tearing at his clothes.

  When he got his belt buckle and zipper undone, and pulled his pants out of the way, his long, thick cock sprang out and slapped the inside of her thigh. She reached for it and moaned deep in her throat as she felt how hard he was. In another moment his pulsating cock was going to be filling her pussy and she needed it bad.

  “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Oh, fuck me with that big thing.”

  Desperate, crazy, at that moment, she would do anything to have that prick inside her. She had never been so hot. It wasn’t just the need in her body; it was a desperate, incredible, hunger in her mind. She itched all over. Her breasts felt swollen and twice their normal size, her nipples large and painfully hard.

  “Please,” she said. “Oh James, I need it so bad.”

  Again there was the strange laughter from the front seat, laughter that seemed to be in her mind. Visions went through her head. Visions of sexual fantasy. She had fantasized before but never of having every hole filled, of men pounding her in every position. And of a woman’s lips touching her. She had never been with a woman. Faces went through her mind of every man she had ever been attracted to.

  “Oh fuck,” she screamed. “Give me that cock.”

  He moved and his swollen cock head pushed apart the lips of her pussy. He moved again and his wonderful, delicious cock slid into her deep and hard. She closed her pussy lips around his cock, loving every sweet vibration that went through her.

  “Oh yes, deeper, oh yes,” she moaned.

  He went all the way to his balls and finally her empty, hungry pussy was filled with steaming cock meat and it was like she could get her breath again. It felt so good. It took the edge off a little but now she needed to be fucked. She needed him ramming into her, using her.

  “Fuck me hard,” she moaned. “Fuck, me, baby.
Fuck me.”

  Sweet laughter in her mind, faces and fantasy and juices dripping around his thrusting cock all mixed together to make her even crazier. She squirmed around in the taxi cab, trying to find a way to get him deeper. It wasn’t working and she pushed him back in the seat. She lost him but only for a moment and then she sat down in his lap, pulling his cock back up deep into her pussy. She grabbed him hands and pulled them around her body and pressed them against her breasts.

  “My titties,” she said. “Squeeze my tits.”

  She had never been one to use such language. She didn’t like the word tits. But she was not herself. She was a savage animal and she cared about nothing but the cock slipping up into her pussy. She bounced faster, tightening her walls again. Lord, he felt so good inside her. A cock had never felt so good before. She leaned back against him, putting her hands over his and urging him to squeeze her harder. It was as if he couldn’t squeeze them hard enough.

  She opened her eyes. The taxi felt as if it was still moving but that was impossible because the driver was leaning across the front seat, her lips glistening. Her eyes looked so incredibly strange. They tugged at her mind. She licked her lips.

  “Love him,” the woman said softly. “Love him, Tara. Take his soul into yours and love him.”

  “I’m fucking him,” Tara said. “I’m fucking him good.”

  “Yes, you are,” the woman said. The woman smiled.

  “Oh Lord,” Tara yelled.

  Bouncing harder up and down and begging him to squeeze her titties off, she was as wanton as any woman had ever been. The fiery heat grew in her belly, grew out of control like a wild fire burning and spreading. Her juices seemed to shoot out of her, covering his cock, and she yelped like a wild dog. Her orgasm seemed to rip her body apart, to send her in all directions at once. It wasn’t just one orgasm; it was a series of mind-blowing vibrations, one after the other, building into a crescendo incredibly sweet.

  She was still bouncing on his cock as she came back to earth. Her mind cleared a little. She felt like herself again. It had to be her imagination because the woman was driving the taxi and it was still moving.

  “Oh baby,” James groaned. “Baby, I’m going to come. Oh fuck.”

  She sat down hard on him and squeezed her cunt muscles as James cock began spurting into her again and again. He was bareback. She hadn’t given him time to put on a rubber but at the moment she didn’t care. She would worry later. Her pussy was still recovering from the most incredible sex she had ever experienced.

  James pushed up into her again and the last of his cum spurted into her. She felt it dripping out of her, wetting her thighs and the seat beneath them. She squeezed her cunt muscles a few more times to make sure he was finished, and then she slowly and almost reluctantly gave up his prick.

  “What have I done, Tara thought. The rain outside had stopped. Everything was clearly visible. Embarrassed, she quickly pulled her clothes back on. She couldn’t imagine what she must look like in a mirror.

  Probably satisfied, she thought.

  “We’re here,” the woman driver said. “That’ll be seven fifty.”

  And Tara wondered just what in the hell had just happened.

  Mooch came out to greet her as Star parked the borrowed taxi at the curb. Mooch was a sad and somewhat dangerous looking man of forty, and he walked with a slight limp.

  He had to help Star out of the car. Her legs were weak. She leaned against the car and took a deep breath.

  “How did everything go?” he asked.

  “Wonderfully well,” she said. “Can’t you tell?”

  “I worry about you,” he said.

  “Nothing to worry about. Our two lovebirds are off to a wonderful start. In about three months Tara is going to find out she’s pregnant, with twins, and they will marry. It will be a good, long marriage.”

  He studied her face and shook his head sadly.

  “You’re just guessing. You can’t really predict the future.”

  “I can predict that two people are made for each other, and they are.’

  “And you didn’t do anything? No funny stuff in their drinks?”

  “You know it doesn’t work that way,” she said. “I’ve told you many times. All I can do is increase the rate of desire.”

  He shook his head. “Then why not me?”

  “Oh, Mooch,” she said softly. She touched his cheek. “You are a wonderful, wonderful man even if you do look like Jack the Ripper, and someday someone will come, and she’ll be right for you. And when that happens, the world will shake.”

  “Yeah, I’ve heard that before,” he said bitterly.

  She sighed. “It will happen, Mooch. Now please take the cab back. I’m sure they are missing it.”

  “You don’t want me to take you home,” he suggested.

  “No,” she said. “I want to walk in the rain for a bit.”

  “It stopped raining,” he said.

  “It’ll start back,” she assured him.

  Mooch was backing the taxi back into the street when the drizzling rain started again.