SAVAGE DESIRES: BUNDLE

by MIMI WILDE

  “You know what to say, darling,” Bobby said.

  “Please, Bobby, not this time,” Sally said.

  “Say it, bitch,” Bobby said.

  Rebecca gasped at the ugliness of his words, but it also sent a shudder through her.

  “Fuck me, Bobby,” Sally said. “Fuck me like a whore. Fuck my pussy like I’m a cheap whore.”

  ‘That’s right, baby,” Bobby said.”You want my big cock, don’t you?”

  “Oh yes, Bobby.”

  “You will do anything to get it?” he asked.

  “Yes, Bobby,” she moaned. “Yes, anything you want. Please fuck me.”

  He moved his hips and Sally grunted and Rebecca knew Bobby had slipped his cock into her. Bobby began to thrust into her in hard, savage strokes and each time Sally moaned.

  “You remember the first time I fucked you,” Bobby said.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned.

  “Where did I fuck you, babe,” he said.

  “In the woods,” she said. “You took me to the woods behind the house and you fucked me and fucked me and fucked me.”

  “And who else was there?”

  “Alan,” she said. “Alan was there. You let him watch.”

  “And what else?”

  Bobby was really thrusting into her now. Rebecca could smell the sex in the van and she heard the sounds of his heavy cum-filled balls slapping against her wetly. Rebecca’s mind filled with the images of them fucking. Not making love. Fucking. Savage animals doing it.

  “What else happened? Bobby insisted.

  “You make me suck Alan until he came in my mouth.”

  “And why did you do it?”

  “Because I love your cock,” she gasped.

  Rebecca couldn’t stop listening or watching. It was hard to believe that Sally had done the things she was describing. And now the petite blonde was lifting her short, slightly plump legs and wrapping them around Bobby’s broad back as he kept shoving his cock into her. Sally shuddered and screamed as Bobby made her violently come and then Bobby grunted and Rebecca knew he was spilling his seed into her.

  …..

  They were in the van for a long time before it finally stopped. The van doors were opened by a short and thick young man with thinning red hair. He wore jeans and a dark blue sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off. Rebecca recognized him immediately. He had been one of the children in the faith. His name was Alan Powers and she had also been his group mother when he had been younger. He had been a foolish, lazy boy and had never been capable of handling the discipline of the faith.

  “Mrs. King,” he said.

  “You know the old lady,” Bobby said.

  “I’m not old,” Rebecca protested and then blushed. She didn’t know why she was trying to convince Bobby. What did it matter if he thought she was old or not.

  “Everybody knows Mrs. King,” Alan said. “Her husband is one of the elders. “

  “She’s with us now,” Jason Redwing said “Let’s not stand around talking all afternoon. We need to get inside.”

  Rebecca looked around. They were in a grove of trees, secluded from the highway. A picturesque cabin was nearby. There seemed to be nothing else she could do and she followed the group into the cabin Sally looked a little disheveled and she clung to Bobby’s arm like she was in the sea and he was her life preserver. With a shock, Rebecca suddenly remembered what Bobby had made her say in the van.

  She said she had sucked Alan until he came in her mouth.

  Surely Sally wasn’t talking about this Alan.

  The cabin was very nice inside, spacious and a lot cleaner than she imagined. It had a large living room with a fireplace that had a small fire burning. It made the room pleasantly warm. There were soft, thick carpets on the floor and high ceilings. A large picture window showed a beautiful view of the woods and a creek beyond. The furniture was all large and comfortable looking.

  What really fascinated her was the huge bookcase on the far wall. It was full of paperbacks, the kind of books her husband had never allowed into the house. Rebecca had always been an avid reader. She was drawn to the bookcase as a moth to flame. She put her fingers on some of the book edges, reading the titles.

  “You like books,” Jason said.

  “Yes. Very much. I never had as much time as I wanted to read.”

  “Or the freedom to read what you wanted,” Jason said.

  “Yes,” she admitted.

  “This is part of what being free is all about,” Jason said. “And this is another part of it.”

  Jason kissed her hard on the mouth. She had never been kissed by any other man, but her husband and his kisses were vanilla, without passion. Jason kissed her as if he wished to devour her. He took her breath away. His tongue stabbed into her mouth. The kiss went on forever and when he drew back, he had to slip an arm around her waist to keep her standing upright. Her knees felt like jello.

  “I told you we were going to be friends,” he said.

  He picked her up in his arms and walked with her through the room and into one of the back bedrooms. She heard applause. Her one thought was that at least he was not going to make it public. He wasn’t going to let the others watch. But he did leave the door to the bedroom open as he dropped her unceremoniously on the bed.

  He left her there by herself for a few moments and when he returned, he had two beers. He gave her one and told her to take a drink. She did. It was awful. She had never tasted alcohol and she couldn’t understand how anybody could drink it.

  “Stand up,” Jason said.

  She was accustomed to obedience. Her religion had taught her that men were superior to women and women were to obey the instructions of her husband. And there was also a force and authority in is voice that said he was used to being obeyed. It was confusing for her because she wasn’t supposed to be obeying anybody but her husband, but she found herself standing.

  “Take a sip and beer and take something off,” he commanded.

  She shook her head. “This is crazy. I don’t even know why I’m here. I have to go home.”

  “You’re not welcome at home anymore, you know,” he said. “You knew you wouldn’t be when you got in the van.”

  “You made me get in the van,” she insisted. “Besides, I was worried about Sally.”

  “You weren’t worried about Sally,” he said. “You knew you didn’t have to get into the van. You got in because you wanted this. You wanted to read the books you wanted. You wanted to get away from the long sermons and the work and the drudgery. You wanted to be yourself for a change. But there’s a price to pay for everything.”

  “You mean I have to give into you?” she asked.

  He smiled. “No, you want to give into me. Your knees are weak. Your pussy is hot. You want me. The price will be when you fuck Bobby and Alan out there.”

  “God, I’d never do that,” she said, in horror.

  “You will,” he insisted. “Now drink. And take something off. Start with those ugly shoes.”

  It was insane. She absolutely could not do this. She took a drink and she kicked her shoes off. She took another drink and she began to undo the buttons of her dress. She had to do three sips before she got it unbuttoned and shrugged it off her shoulders. The dress floated down to her feet. She blushed even though she wasn’t really showing much. She had on a full slip under the dress and underwear on under that. But no man but her husband had ever seen her in a slip.

  She took another drink and realized that both Bobby and Alan were standing in the doorway, watching her, leering.

  “Please,” she said, looking at Jason.

  “Okay,” he said. “Shut the door, Bobby.”

  “Come on, Jason,” Bobby said.

  ‘Go and fuck Sally,” Jason said, his voice suddenly threatening. Bobby took a step backwards as if Jason’s voice had punched him. White faced, Alan quickly shut the door.

  “Thank you,” Rebecca said.

  “Keep drinking and stripping,” Jason s
aid.

  The slip went next. Then her dark, sturdy pantyhose. In her bra and panties she saw herself in the bedroom mirror. She was tall, slim and had reddish-blond hair. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She hesitated only a moment before she sighed and let it fall.

  “Damn,” Jason said. “I thought you were small up top. You are really built.”

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “Put the beer down,” he said. “Come here, baby.”

  She put the beer down and took a few tentative steps toward him. He pulled her down into his lap. He kissed her mouth hard and slipped his tongue into her mouth. He sucked on her lips and it felt as if his tongue was going down the back of her throat. He covered her breast with his hand, rubbing her nipple briskly. It sent shivers of excitement through her. She realized she had already gotten wet from watching Bobby fuck Sally in the back of the van. She had told herself it was ugly, obscene, but she had enjoyed it.

  Jason had a practiced, experienced touch. Hot shivers kept going through her. He lowered his lips from hers and found a nipple and started sucking on it. She gasped. She put her hand behind his head. She thought of what he had said about freedom, but it was not just freedom. It was doing the things she’d always dreamed about, of what she had fantasized about. A lot of times with her husband, she had dreamed of a hard, lean, muscular body covering hers, of a stiff, formidable cock slipping in between her thighs. It often took a long while for her husband to get stiff, and then it was not really completely stiff. But she could feel a hard cock underneath her bottom, a really stiff, throbbing prick that rested between her ass cheeks and felt bigger than anything she had ever known.

  He pushed her over on the bed and he tugged at her panties. She let him pull them down her legs and then off. He kissed her again and slid his hand up her legs and between her thighs. She shivered as his finger stroked the outer lips of her cunt.

  She had no idea what he was doing as he kissed her throat and her breasts and then his tongue licked down her belly. She gasped again as his head went between her legs. She had never dreamed of this. Her husband would have been disgusted at the very thigh, but she couldn’t help the delicious shivers that rocked her body as his tongue parted the pink folds of her pussy.

  “She spread her legs a little wider and his tongue started stabbing into her rapidly. His hands slipped underneath her and he lifted her up so his tongue could stab deeper. It was too much. She was already so wet and shivering before he started and the thrust of his tongue sent her over the edge. She screamed as the first convulsive shudder ripped her body, and then a second and a third. It was the sweetest orgasm she had ever known, and now she knew how Sally felt. If Bobby made Sally feel such pleasure, then it was obvious why she would do anything for him.

  Rebecca had no idea that it could get even better, but Jason was about to show her as he stood and hurriedly stripped off his clothes. His skin was a dark red color and he had powerful muscles that took her breath away. She licked her lips as he took off his boxer shorts to reveal a long, thick, rock-hard prick.

  A prick that will soon be filling me, she thought.

  Jason slid on top of her, kissing her. She tasted her own juices on his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. Only a few hours ago, she would have been disgusted at the thought, but now she sucked hungrily at his tongue and spread her legs wider. He really did have a big prick and she felt his cock head pressing against her cunt. She shivered as he pushed into her. His huge cock felt as if it was splitting her apart and only a little of him was inside her. He felt so big and so hard and so hot. She had never felt anything like this.

  “Put it in me,” she whispered. “Put it in me please. I want it all.”

  “You want my cock, baby,” he said.

  “Yes, I want it. I need it.”

  “Then tell me you want me to fuck you,” he said.

  The words she had heard Bobby demand of Sally, words she had never spoken herself and never thought she would. But it was different now. Now, she needed to feel his big cock filling her. She needed it. It was her fantasy come true. She also knew she was giving up a part of herself by giving into his demands, but she didn’t care.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she said. “Please fuck me.”

  He laughed in victory and he thrust his cock completely into her. He kissed her again, and this time she thrust her tongue into his mouth. She needed him as she had never needed anyone. No, that wasn’t true. What she needed was this big beautiful cock filling her, making her crazy. Her hips jerked with his every thrust. She felt his cock head deep in her belly. It was going to happen to her again. Powerful shudders started at the base of her spine. She lifted her hips higher off the bed and took him deeper into her.

  “Fuck me,” she screamed loud enough to be heard in the other room, and her pussy juices soaked his prick. He rammed into her piston-quick and felt his cock growing inside her.

  He groaned loudly and then his prick was spurting. Her husband came a little, but it was a geyser of cum that exploded from Jason’s cock. She could feel it filling her cunt and then spilling out of her pussy on the bed. He thrust inside her for a few more times and then he stopped. It seemed a long time before his prick softened and slipped out of her.

  .....

  ‘Can you cook?” Jason asked her from the bed.

  She had gone to the bathroom and took a short, refreshing shower and she was picking up her clothes off the floor. It was odd,but she thought the clothes didn’t belong to her anymore. She wasn’t that person anymore. In just a few moments on the bed Jason had changed her forever. The strict rituals of her life that had once seemed so important no longer seemed important. Nothing seemed as important as the hard, lean-bodied man on the bed.

  “Of course I can cook,” she said. “It’s one thing I’ve done a lot of.”

  “Good. I’d like a good country meal. We’ve got groceries in the kitchen. And don’t put all that ugly stuff back on.”

  “But what will I wear,” she said.

  “Take one of shirts hanging in the closet,” he said.

  She nodded. She picked up her panties and started to pull them on.

  “Those are fucking ugly panties,” he said. “I don’t want you wearing them.”

  “But I’ll be naked underneath the shirt,” she protested.

  “Just be thankful I’m letting you wear the shirt,” he said.

  Again, there was that commanding authority in his voice. She could not refuse. She found the longest shirt she could find in the closet and buttoned it up. In the mirror, she looked almost as obscene as if she was naked. Her hair was down around her shoulders. Her mouth looked bruised and her face was flushed. She looked like a woman who had been ravished. She felt like it too.

  Leaving the room, she found Sally sitting on the couch reading a magazine. Sally looked up with a brief, knowing smile. Sally looked a little pale also. She had also changed clothes. She wore a terry cloth robe that made it obvious she was not wearing anything underneath.

  Bobby was sprawled out on the couch nearby wearing nothing but his boxers. He was very muscular and hairy. He looked a little like a big bear.

  “How was she?” Bobby asked Jason.

  “Pretty good piece of ass,” Jason said.

  Rebecca was shocked at the harshness of his answer. She was also shocked by the casual way he treated the sex act between them. She thought it was as special for him as it had been for her. Instead,.he treated it as another notch on his belt.

  “You know these religious women,” he said. “They’ve been hungering for it so long that when you give it to them, they get all starry-eyed.”

  “When is my turn?” Bobby asked.

  “Let her cook something first,” Jason said. “I hope she’s a better cook than the blonde.”

  “She’d have to be,” Alan said.

  In the kitchen Rebecca looked through the cabinets and then decided she had all the ingredients for her specialty. She made country mea
t loaf and mashed potatoes and Jason came into the kitchen for another beer and sat at the table.

  “It smells good,” he said. “Just like Mother used to make.”

  She sat down at the table with him.

  “Jason, what’s going to become of me,” she said.

  He took a sip of beer. “You are going to become exactly who you want to be.”

  “But I heard you offer to share me with Bobby,” she protested. “I don’t want to be a whore.”

  “You don’t have to be,” he said. “You don’t have to do anything we demand. Right now all you have to do is ask and I’ll take you back home.”

  She shook her head.”I couldn’t go back there.”

  “No, but there are other options. I could take you downtown. I could buy you some clothes and a bus ticket to anywhere you want to go. You have the freedom to do that.”

  She studied his face for a moment and then she shook her head. The thought of leaving put her into a panic. No matter what the cost, she knew she could not walk away from Jason.

  “Then you stay here and you do exactly what I tell you,” he said. “Which means you are going be the sexual plaything of myself, Bobby and Alan.”

  “Not Alan too,” she said, miserably. “I knew him when he was a little. Please, not that. It would be like incest.”

  “He’s not related to you so that doesn’t matter,” Jason said. “And yes, he will fuck you if you stay here. Just like Sally. She protests, but she does what she’s told.”

  “So I’ll just stay here as your whore then,” she said miserably.

  Jason reached over and patted her hand. “You don’t understand yet. Both you and Sally have been controlled all your life. You’ve been told that men are the superior creature. So you obey without question. You need a strong authority figure or you’re lost like a little girl. But it won’t always be that way. One day you’ll realize you don’t need me or anyone else to tell you what to do, and you’ll be ready to leave the nest.”

  “Couldn’t it just be me and you?” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything for you.”