Consequences Ch. 06

Her breasts ached for more contact. Rising, she pulled her lips up along Frank's cock, stopping with only a couple inches of it still in her mouth. Sucking deeply she swirled her tongue over this portion of his flesh. Meanwhile she maneuvered around a little more, flattening her hard nipples against the armrest. Electrical jolts originated from this contact to shoot through her body.

"Mmmm. Mmmm," she mewed.

Then she again relaxed her throat and slid her lips down the full length of his cock. Once she had his entire member inside she held it there for a minute before pulling back up. The feel of it and the taste of him fueled her passion, made her hips roll slightly, her body quiver. As she began to pump her mouth up and down along his shaft she felt his free hand rest atop her head, rising and falling with her. His other hand remained between her legs, rubbing at her slit and teasing her opening.

"Mmmm. Mmmm," she mewed, the shaft sliding along her lips.

From the cinema's speakers she heard an actress crying out as she was fucked. The thought struck Julie that, like that actress, she was putting on a show too. It was just that her show was only for one man, the guy sitting behind her. The thought stoked her fires, made her juices wet her pussy even more. She did not understand this but she could not deny it. She imagined the guy sitting back there, stroking his cock while he watched her. She rolled her hips, drove herself down against Frank's fingers then lifted her ass, swaying. She thought she heard Frank chuckle and wondered if he suspected she was showing off for their audience.

"Mmmm," she mewed once more as she slid the length from her throat.

As she pumped her mouth on him she slipped her fingers around the base. She felt his cock sliding across her lips, the hardness of it filling her mouth. She felt his fingers at her slit, felt the tip of one playing at her opening, rubbing and teasing her. Her body rocked faster with her actions, her ass moving back and forth. After a few times she slid her mouth down over the entire length once more, squeezing the member with her muscles.

"God yes, slut. Suck it. Suck my cock," Frank whispered.

Her body ached, her hunger now a raging desire. She whimpered and rolled her hips, trying to force his finger to penetrate her. Her nipples throbbed and she pushed them against the armrest harder. Her pussy grew wetter, her juices flowing with the lust inside her. Sliding her lips back up she tasted more precum. She swirled her tongue, lapping at it.

"Mmmm, mmmm," she whimpered, sucking deeply.

Now Frank's hips were starting to move as well. Each time her lips slid down along his shaft he lifted himself toward her, feeding her his cock. The hand on the back of her head was growing heavy too. She recognized the signs of his nearing orgasm. Eagerly she drew on him, her fingers tugging, her mouth sucking. Once more she slid her lips down the entire length of him. This time she held him in her throat for a moment longer, constricting with her muscles.

"Oh God yes," he groaned, his hips jerking.

Pulling back she fucked him with her mouth, licking and sucking it as hard and as fast as she could. She tasted more and more precum, felt his hips twitching. Her own lust was now boiling and she shoved her pussy at his fingers, twisting and humping in hunger-driven attempts to make the digits enter her. She pictured the guy behind her watching this, watching her ass rolling through the gymnastics, her head bobbing up and down. Her passions were fanned even more, causing her to try harder in her actions.

"Suck it, whore," Frank hissed.

She felt him growing harder, knew he was on the verge of cumming. She squeezed the base of his cock, pulled on it frantically with both her hand and her mouth. She mewed, anxious for him to release his load. Seconds later he locked her head in place and his cock throbbed. The first spray of his semen splashed against the back of her throat. She swallowed hungrily.

Her hips shimmied and rolled, jerking her ass in a desperate attempt to make his fingers enter her. But to no avail. He slid his hand onto her ass cheek, moving his fingers away from her sex so he would not accidentally penetrate her. She whimpered with the loss.

After she had swallowed the last of his cum he held her head in his lap, making her continue to suckle and lick his softening cock. Only when he was satisfied did he allow her to slowly pull her mouth away. However he did not let her to sit up. Instead he made her remain bent over, her ass and pussy still fully exposed. For a minute he did not say anything. Looking up she saw that he was staring behind her, toward the guy in the ball cap, with a mischievous grin. She wondered if the guy had really been watching her, and if so, was he still. She wondered if he was still stroking his cock. She wanted to look over her shoulder and see, but she found that she could not bring herself to.

"Did you enjoy?" Frank turned his attention to her.

Meekly she nodded in response.

"You know he was watching. He saw you," he whispered, indicating the cap wearer with his eyes and confirming her suspicions. "He saw you lean into my lap. And he saw your wet pussy. He saw you trying to get my fingers inside you."

Once more the dirtiness of his narration affected her. It made her feel cheap. And it fueled her hunger. She felt her body tingle as he told her these things, felt her fires burning hotter.

"I thought about inviting him over, letting him come closer. Thought about letting him touch you. Maybe have you suck his cock too."

Julie's eyes closed. Listening to him she could not help imaging what it would have been like, having a stranger's hands on her while she sucked her husband's cock. Or Frank making her take the stranger's cock into her mouth, pleasuring him. She wondered how she would have felt if he had done these things.

"Maybe let him fuck you while you sucked my cock," Frank added.

Julie's pussy spasmed. A bolt of electricity raced through it and along her nerves. She gasped, her heavy exhale a combination of surprise and lust.

"Yes, you're a dirty little slut," Frank grinned.

A minute later he told her to sit up and fix her clothes, that it was time for them to leave. Stepping away from her seat and into the aisle Julie finally found the courage to look over at the guy in the ball cap. With a shock she saw that he was three seats closer than before. On suddenly weak legs she walked out to their car.

Moments later, as they drove away, Frank commented that it was still fairly early and he wanted to go for a drive. Her mind occupied with her thoughts and questions, Julie simply nodded in assent. She could not stop wondering how the guy in the ball cap had gotten so much closer and what it meant. Had Frank waved him over? Had Frank let him touch her? Had it only been her husband's fingers on her pussy? These questions led her to mentally reliving the blow job and the show she had put on. Her swollen nipples still ached as they pressed against her blouse. Her pussy had cooled off a little but it still sweated with her lustful embers. Her recognition of these still burning needs made her wonder what else Frank had planned for the night. She wondered if the cinema was meant to be the end of their night's sex, if he planned to leave her in a state of arousal. She figured that if he did she could always wait until he fell asleep, then sneak off and masturbate. But she found herself hoping she would not have to. She hoped that he did have other plans he just was not sharing yet. The idea that she was hoping to continue being Frank's personal exhibit shocked her. She could not believe herself, her immorality.

"So how you feeling?" Frank asked, breaking into her thoughts.

Snapping out of her trance Julie saw they were on the freeway, heading out of the city. It took her a second to remember why.

"How you feeling?" He repeated.

"Um, I'm okay," she answer hesitantly.

"Think we're done for the night? Think you're done?" He asked, his tone telling her the answer.

Julie felt her skin tingle excitedly, felt her entire body tingle. The fact that he did have something more in mind, that he meant to make her his showcase in some other way, fanned her passion. It fueled her lust in ways she never would have imagined. She caught herself holding her breath, anxiously waiting for him to tell her what she had to do next. She did not have long to wait. From inside the car's console he produced a dildo. The toy's sudden appearance surprised her and made her sex quiver with anticipation. In the dim light cast by the dashboard she could see that it was not the one from the other night, but it was one of her favorites. The sight of it stoked her body's desires, re-awoke her need to be penetrated. Only now that need was much stronger.

"You're going to get yourself off. You're going to play with your tits and your pussy. And then you're going to use this on yourself."

"Where?" She asked weakly, although she believed she already knew.

"Here, in the car. I told you it's exhibition night. So you're going to give our fellow travelers a show like you did the men in the restaurant, and that guy in the theatre."

"Here?"

"Yes here," he chuckled, laying the dildo on the seat next to her.

"Bu-But--," she automatically started to protest.

"No buts," he cut her off roughly. "I know you're horny. I know how sucking cock affects you. And I know how wet your pussy got back there. It shouldn't take long for you to cum. I even brought this along, so the lights won't bother you." From the console he now pulled a blindfold.

With a shaky hand she took it from him. For a minute she just sat staring ahead, her mind filled by confusion over this newest development. He was right of course, she was horny as hell and it would not take her long to cum, especially once she filled herself with the dildo and turned it on. But she wondered how many people would see her in the meantime. She imagined those people riding through the night, curiously glancing over only to see her sitting in the passenger seat massaging her tits or pumping her pussy with the fake cock. Rationally she knew that only people sitting high in their vehicles, like SUVs and semis, would really be able to see her. That even they would not be able to see her clearly due to the dark. But they would be able to see her. And contrary to Frank's claim, she did not see this in the same light as the restaurant or the theatre. While they had been dirty and naughty, one more so than the other, they had not been like this. Even in the theatre there had been a sense of controllability over their audience. But this was something different. There would be no limitations in this. She would basically be on parade and anyone that happened to be on the road would be her audience. As that single thought sunk into her psyche, the idea that anyone might see her fucking herself, she felt her lust leap. Again her own depravity shocked her.

Her hands shook so much she had trouble slipping the blindfold on. For a second she wondered if the shaking was from being nervous or being excited.

Leaning the seat back she shifted into a comfortable position then raised her trembling hands to her breasts. She began by scratching her nails over the mounds, across the blouse's material where it covered them. At the first touch she felt hundreds of electrical tingles race along her nerves, felt her blood heating up. A small sigh escaped her. She slowly worked her fingers over and across her tits again and again, touching and scratching every inch. Her tiny top left a lot of uncovered cleavage and she was soon tickling at this portion more and more, thrilled by the feel of her bare flesh being touched. She felt her nipples growing harder, felt them pressing into her blouse. She slid her fingers over them, scratching. Her entire body quivered. Within her loins she felt her fires growing, felt her passion building. Pulling her fingers away from her swollen nipples she quickly undid the few closed buttons of her blouse and opened it, freeing her breasts completely. Her hands slid up over her fleshy mounds, cupping and massaging them. Her nails scratched at the upper swells. Her manipulations sent wave after wave of pleasure flowing through her. Her breathing began to grow heavy, shallow. Licking her fingers she moistened her aching nipples then rolled them between her finger and thumb, squeezing and pulling on them lightly. Softly she moaned, her fires roaring even higher, her pussy growing wet once more. Instinctively her legs spread themselves open a little. Her hands shifted again, filling themselves with her tits and kneading the aching flesh.

"Ohhh," she sighed. "Ohhh yes."

Beneath her she felt the steady rhythm of the car rolling along the highway, reminding her of the truckers and the SUV drivers. She could not forget how exposed she was, how anyone could see her manipulating her breasts. She thought about them peering through the darkness, thrilled by the show they had happened upon. Then she thought about Frank sitting just feet away and the mischievous grin on his face.

She cupped her tits, massaging and kneading the fleshy mounds. She rolled and twirled her nipples, pulling and squeezing them while electricity shot along her nerves. Her ass shifted in the seat, her legs scissoring, her skirt working its way up her thighs. Something bumped against her leg. She realized it was the dildo, laying there, waiting. Her hunger roared, she felt her sex growing wetter.

"Ohhh yes. Ohhh God yes." She moaned.

She drew one hand down from her breast, down over her stomach. Her dragging fingers left a trail of sparks across her quivering abs. She moved her hand up and over the bunched skirt at her waist and dipped it down onto her upper thigh. She tickled her sensitized flesh with her fingers, tracing delicate lines. She passed them back and forth just above her sex, slipping them close to her wet pussy but not quite onto it. She wanted to, her body screamed for her to, but she forced herself not to. The intensity of her fires grew. Raising her left leg she set her bent knee on the console. Her right one she pressed against the door, setting her foot on the dashboard. This spread her legs wide and she was able to tickle the inside of both her upper thighs, teasing her aching sex with her hand's nearness while her other hand massaged her tit.

"Mmmm," she whimpered.

"Yes, that's it, get yourself good and worked up. Make yourself real horny. Really wet," Frank coached. "Show these drivers what a slut you are. Show them like you did that guy back at the theater. He really liked the show you put on. The way your ass rocked back and forth, pushing your pussy at my fingers. He spent more time watching you than the movie. He couldn't pull his eyes away from you, away from your hot little ass."

For the third time that night his narration stoked her passions, this time more than either of the others. His words made her squirm in the seat with the memory of the cinema and what she had done. Her blood boiled and her lust bellowed. She could no longer stop herself. Her sex wanted to be touched, was quivering and begging to be, and she could not hold her hand back. Her fingers slid across her flesh to slip onto and over her labia, to her wet slit.

"Oh yea, look how excited you are. How wet your pussy is," Frank sighed heavily.

As she ran a finger down through her slit, her juices gliding the way, she recognized how right he was. But she did not think to question how he could tell this in the darkness.

For the moment she kept her one hand on her tit, molding and massaging it. Lower on her body she ran her finger up and down her slit, the tip of it parting her lips and growing slick with her wetness. Her other fingers caressed the puffy edges of her sex, mixing with her juices that were coating her flesh. As she lightly brushed her swollen clit with her thumb her hips jerked in the seat. A lightning bolt exploded to somewhere deep inside of her. Her raging fires caused her skin to sweat. Her head lulled from side to side. Her bottom lip hung open. She panted and moaned. She brushed her thumb across her clit again, slightly heavier this time. She slid her finger up her slit, then back down. She whimpered as it pressed gently at her opening each time. Her hips rolled, shifting as her body instinctively tried to force it to enter her. Enthralled by the exhaustive sensations coursing through her, she held back as long as she could.

"Yes, so excited. So wet," Frank whispered. "Just like the theatre, like when you were sucking my cock."

"Ohhh," she gasped. "Ohhh-Ughhh."

His words made her remember the blow job, the feel of his rigid cock sliding along her lips and into her mouth. She also remembered where she had done it, how she had been on display. And how she was on display now. More fuel was added to her passions, making her only faintly aware of an air horn blowing somewhere.

As she once more pulled on her throbbing nipple, her body quivering with the electrical sparks shooting through her, she gave in to her hunger. Her finger stopped at her opening, pressing and entering her. At first she only allowed the tip in. She used it to massage the twitching nerves of her wall for a moment. Then she slid the rest of the digit inside her.

"Ohhh, ohhh. Ohhhh," she panted.

She rubbed her inner wall, caressed and massaged her dripping sex, pushing her finger in as far as it would go. Instantly, seemingly of its own mind, a second finger slid to her opening and penetrated her as well. The two digits worked together, rubbing her, mixing with her wetness. She flattened her hand so that the heal of her palm could press against her clit. She began to pump her two fingers in and out of her pussy. Slowly. Deliberately. She worked them in and out, straightened them, curled them. Her juices dripped down from her sex and ran along the crack of her ass. Her desire cascaded through her, made her whimper and pant. Her hand squeezed her breast greedily, molding and shaping the fleshy mound. Beneath her palm her swollen nipple was smashed and rubbed.

"Oh God, oh God," she gasped.

Deep inside her she felt her orgasm pushing toward the edge, felt it reaching forward, waiting to be released. Her fingers felt good, but they were not enough. Her body wanted more, wanted to feel itself being stuffed, being filled. Her hand dropped from her tit and she grabbed at the dildo laying beside her. With anxious, excited hunger she guided the toy toward her pussy.

"Show us what a slut you are, what a whore you are," Frank urged. "Show us like you did in the theater."

But she did not need his urging. She hurriedly removed her hand from her pussy, clearing the way for the toy. Lacking any self-restraint now, she did not make herself experience the loss for long. Instead she quickly aligned the dildo's tip with herself and pressed it forward. Her opening was already gapping, her lust and her fingers' actions having prepared her. Her labia shined with her juices, her hole slick with them. As she pushed the toy in, it opened her further, spread her walls. When it was completely inside her she held it there, shifting it around a little, rubbing at places deep inside her that she now knew had been aching for contact since much earlier in the evening.

"Ohhh. Ohhh God yesss," she moaned.

"Oh yes. I got me one dirty little whore for a wife," Frank cheered.

She pulled the dildo back, withdrew most of it, then paused for a second before pushing it forward again. Her hips lifted her toward the steady penetration. She panted, she moaned. She began to work the dildo in and out of herself, fucking her pussy. With each insertion her ass lifted from the seat, her lust making her sex devour the fake cock. She laid the fingers of her free hand atop her clit and rubbed. Her orgasm reached the edge, teetered there, barely being kept from crashing through her. She felt her flames raging inside her, felt them turning into an immense forest fire. Her entire body quivered as her orgasm teetered nearer and nearer its release. She pushed the dildo into herself harder and faster, stuffing it into her sex. Her body rocked as she masturbated.