Consequences Pt. 15

"Yeah, really good," he groaned. He put his hands behind her head and slowly stroked back and forth, his cock moving in and out of her mouth. "In college I always thought about fucking your pretty face," he said. "I never thought I'd be doing it."

He began moving faster, deeper, pushing more of his cock into her mouth with each thrust. Jen let him at first but soon he was pushing back against her throat, making her gag. She tried pulling away but he held her head tight in his two hands. As he went even deeper she took her hands off his shaft and pushed against his thighs, protesting.

"I know you love this slut!" Drums said, moving even faster and deeper now, fucking her face! She flailed her arms at her side as she couldn't breathe, gagging. Drums slowed down, letting her get used to the thick pole in her mouth. He continued to hold her head tight with his hands, not letting her pull away. Then he started moving deeper again, although this time he went slower. Jen found that if she raised her head slightly she could take him deeper down her throat. She concentrated to suppress her gang reflex.

"Yeah, that's it," Drums praised her as he went even deeper. Drool gushed from her mouth, down her chin, her neck, onto her chest. Her nostrils flared as she tried to keep breathing, even with Drums shoving his thick shaft down her throat. With her head tilted up she looked right into his face. She couldn't move her head, he held her tight with his fingers laced in her hair, she had no choice but to let him fuck her mouth like a slutty whore. She felt so used and cheap, tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. At that moment she hated what he was doing to her. But she loved it too! She didn't want him to stop.

Abruptly he pulled his cock from her mouth. She gasped for air. "You love this don't you?" he said grinning as he slapped her pretty face with his cock.

"Fuck you," she said glaring at him.

Drums laughed, slapping his cock against her face again. "Open your mouth," he ordered her. "Open it."

Jen hesitantly opened her mouth.

Smiling triumphantly, Drums pushed his cock down Jen's throat again. His hands behind her head to keep her still, he moved his hips back and forth, using her mouth like a pussy. Jen did the best she could to keep from gagging, her nose flaring with each breath. She clutched the back of his muscular thighs for balance as he moved back and forth in and out of her mouth, her throat. She wanted him to cum, for it to be over.

"You love this don't you?" he taunted her, moving in and out of her mouth.

She nodded, hoping the admission would turn him on and make him cum faster.

"You're my slut aren't you?"

She nodded again.

"Yeah, this is what I like doing to my slut," he said, pumping harder and faster now. He was close. Sensing it, Jen tilted her head back further, allowing him further down her throat, concentrating not to gag. As he got closer he pounded her pretty face harder, holding her head still with his hands clutching her hair, tears flowing down Jen's cheeks.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Drums cried as his back arched, his hips jerking wildly as cum exploded from his cock directly down Jen's throat. Jen's arms flailed by her sides as she couldn't breathe with the combination of his thick cock in her mouth and his cum shooting down her throat.

Finally Drums pulled out of her mouth. She gasped for air even as cum continued to shoot from his cock, splattering her face and hair.

Jen was a mess, spit and cum all over her face, hair and tits, her chest heaving, gasping for air.

"I want a picture of this," Drums said with a laugh.

"No Frankie," Jen said bubbles of spit and cum forming between her lips as she spoke. "Give me a towel."

"It's your phone," Drums said.

Jen saw him holding her phone. Whatever. "Go ahead," she said.

"What's your password?" he asked.

She wasn't going to give him her password. With a shaky hand she typed in the 4 numbers. "Hurry up," she said.

Drums used her phone to take pictures of her, focusing on her face, her mouth, her tits, and then her entire body kneeling on the floor in just laddered stockings and high heels. Finally he gave her a towel.

She wiped her face and chest. She wanted a shower. "Happy now?" she said to him.

Drums suddenly pulled her onto the bed and shoved two fingers into her pussy. He violently finger fucked her as he rubbed her clit hard with his thumb. 'Don't give me shit, I know you loved it," he taunted her.

Within moments Jen screamed as she came on his fingers, arching her back and digging her nails into the mattress.

They took a shower together. In contrast to how he'd treated her just moments ago, Drums tenderly washed her hair and tenderly lathered her body with soap. Afterwards they got into bed under the covers.

"What was that all about?" Jen asked. She had her head on his chest and his arm was around her.

He shrugged. He loved being with her. He'd never met any girl like her. All week he'd looked forward to the weekend, more so after Jen told him Mike would be away and he'd have her all to himself. But still he was annoyed, angry even.

"You said you like it rough," he said evasively.

"I do, but something's bothering you," Jen said reading him.

He didn't know how to explain what he was feeling. He didn't normally talk about his feelings with girls. Finally he said, "It's like, Mike's not here, but he is here."

"You're the one who keeps bring him up," Jen said.

"Yeah but ... you're always thinking about him ... you say how you love him, how he makes love to you, how great he is, blah blah blah."

"He's my husband Frankie," Jen said. "I'm not sure what you're saying."

"I'm saying ... it's like ... you're supposed to be my girlfriend right? I know it's temporary. But how can I feel like you're my girlfriend if you're always telling me how great Mike is? You said you'd help me learn how to be a boyfriend. How can you do that if you're always thinking about him?"

Jen put her hands on his chest, her fingers interfaced, resting her chin there, thinking. Finally she said, "How about this? Let's not talk about Mike anymore. When I'm with you I'll try not to think about him. Okay?"

To emphasize the point, Jen took off her wedding and engagement rings. She reached over and put them into her bag. "See?" she said showing him her now ringless left hand. "I'm not married anymore. I'm just your girlfriend."

He grinned. "Okay," he said, feeling better. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

She kissed him back. They got hot again but were too spent to go at it again so quickly. Jen snuggled into his arms and they fell asleep into a nap.

Jen awoke with Drums's lips around her nipples, licking and tonguing her. He was gently rubbing her clit with his fingers. "God," she moaned arching her back.

He got on top of her, his cock hard and pressing against her pussy lips. She was about to remind him to wear a condom when he kissed her, stopping her from saying anything.

"Just this once," he said to her. "I don't want anything between us. I'll pull out."

Jen knew her body, her cycles. She knew she was probably safe. And she wanted to feel Frankie bare inside her. But she promised Mike she'd make Frankie use a condom, unless they talked about it first.

"We can't Frankie," she said reaching for a condom. "I promised Mike."

"You said you wouldn't think about Mike," he said scowling.

"You're making me think of him," Jen said.

"Come on Jen," he urged her. "Sometimes a girlfriend doesn't make her boyfriend wear a condom, right?"

She couldn't help laughing at his point. "A boyfriend doesn't pressure his girlfriend when she doesn't want to either." She rubbed his arm to take the sting out of her words. "Frankie, this isn't about Mike. If I was single -- really single -- I'd still want to use a condom. I'm not on the pill remember? And you cum a lot. Do you want to get me pregnant?"

Giving him a lopsided smile, she held up the condom and said "Now are you going to let me put this on you, or are you going to leave me hanging?"

Frankie couldn't help grinning back. He let Jen roll the condom on him. Then he pushed inside her. God her silky smooth pussy felt so good! And she was definitely looser now, he went in a lot easier. He smiled inside and silently said, "Fuck you Mike."

Drums fucked her hard and gave her another intense, toe curling orgasm. They snuggled after he came, then she got out of bed. "I've got to go," she said.

"I thought we had all weekend together," Frankie protested.

"Mike's brother showed up last night," Jen explained. "I can't leave him alone all day. I'll go to a movie with him or something. I'll be back tonight okay?"

Jen carried her bag into the bathroom. She'd brought a change of clothes. She took off the laddered stockings and high heels. Then she put on panties, bra, tights, a sweater, skirt and flats. She brushed her hair and fixed her makeup.

"I'll see you later okay?" she said kissing Drums.

"Okay," he said still looking disappointed she was going. He smiled and said "I got tickets for Tears for Fears tonight."

"Really?" she said excitedly. "I heard they were doing a tour, I can't wait!"

Joe was eating vegetables when she got home. "Hey you, how'd your doctor appointment go?" she asked brightly.

"Okay," he said with a shrug. "I'll get the results next week."

"Are you a vegetarian now?" Jen asked looking at the plate of vegetables.

"My doctor's kind of new wave, he believes in holistic treatments," Joe explained. "Healthy foods, exercise, treating the spirit along with the body, that kind of thing."

"Oh okay," Jen said. "As long as it works. Wanna go see a movie?"

"Sure, I'm done," he said putting the dishes in the dish washer.

They had a great time at the movies, watching the new Spider-man movie. Afterwards they stopped for a drink.

"So are you dating?" Jen asked sipping her Cosmopolitan. She knew he didn't date a lot. She didn't understand that because he was really cute and had a great personality.

"Here and there," he said. Then he laughed sheepishly and admitted "Not really."

"Why?"

"It's hard with the cancer thing," Joe said.

"I thought you beat that," Jen said concerned.

"I have, but it's still always there," Joe said with a shrug. "I have a checkup every three months to make sure there's not a relapse. I don't know. I guess girls see me as damaged goods."

"You're not damaged goods Joe," she assured him, squeezing his hand. "You're really cute, you're nice and a lot of fun. I bet a lot of girls want to date you."

They finished their drinks and returned home. Jen felt bad for Joe. For a brief moment she thought about canceling with Drums so she wouldn't have to leave Joe alone. But she really wanted to see Drums, both because she wanted to see the Tears for Fears concert, and because she wanted more of his body. She got wet just thinking about him!

Jen decided to go with a retro look for the concert: tube top, mini-skirt and low heeled boots. She wore fishnet pantyhose but no panties. The skirt and boots were made of shiny vinyl. She wore a strapless bra under the tube top, mostly for Joe's benefit so he wouldn't see her leaving the apartment with her nipples denting the stretchy fabric.

"Wow, you look great!" Joe said admiringly as she stepped out of the bedroom.

"Thanks, we're going to a Tears for Fears concert," Jen said.

"A who?" Joe asked.

"Tears for Fears, you know the 80s band?" Jen said.

"Were you even born in the 80s?" Joe joked.

"Shut up!" she said laughing. As she left she said "I'll probably be out late."

"Don't worry about me," Joe said. "I have more tests tomorrow morning so I'll be going to bed soon."

Jen met Drums at the concert. "Hey you," she said approaching him. She gave him a brief hug hello, still worried about people seeing her with him.

They went inside. It was dark and she didn't see anyone she knew. "Come here you," she said wrapping her arms around her neck. They kissed and soon they were trading tongue, their hands roaming. "God I want you so bad," she moaned into his mouth.

"Fuck the concert, let's go back to my hotel room," Drums said working his hands under her skirt.

"No, I want to see the concert," Jen said giggling pushing his hands away.

They had a great time at the concert. Much of the time they laughed and talked as if the music was background noise, trading stories about their favorite bands. Other times they danced and sang along with the 80s band. When the band sang their big hits, "Shout" and "Everybody Wants to Rule the World," Drums wrapped his arms around Jen and softly sung along in her ear. Jen hugged Drums's arms to her bosom, listening more to him than the band.

They constantly touched during the concert, sometimes sexually (Drums feeling up her tits and Jen grabbing his ass) other times intimately (holding hands or their arms around each other). Jen was less concerned about people seeing them the longer the concert went, partly because it was dark but also because they were drinking beers and getting tipsy.

They were all over each other in the taxi back to the Hilton Times Square. In his hotel room Drums attacked her. She reminded him again to use a condom. He put one on and then he was rough and dominating, slapping her ass and treating her like a cheap whore. She loved it! Drums gave her another intense orgasm!

Afterwards they lay panting, Drums's arm around her. "You notice I'm getting inside you easier?" he said grinning at her.

"Your point?" Jen said with a laugh. She knew exactly where he was going with this. Men were all the same!

"I'm just saying you're getting used to me," he said grinning at her. His message was clear. If her pussy was stretching for him, it would be cavernous around Mike's little pencil dick.

"I guess I am," Jen said with a giggle. She decided not to say anything more. She wasn't worried about her pussy tightening up again for Mike, it always had before. Anyway she was feeling too good being with Frankie. She ran her fingertips along the tattoos on his arms. "You are so freaking amazing," she gushed beaming into his eyes.

He smiled feeling incredibly happy. "Next weekend we're in South Beach. I'm going to a tattoo parlor to add to my right arm. You ought to come. It's really cool to see a tattoo artist work."

"That sounds like fun, just let me check with Mike," Jen said kissing his bicep where the new tat would go. "Remember I said I'd help you be a better boyfriend? Can I tell you something?"

"Sure," he said smiling at her and stroking her shoulder.

She said gently "You know I want you to use condoms, but you make me tell you every time. It'd be better for me if you just did it without me reminding you."

His face clouded over. "I feel like you don't trust me," he said. "I told you I'd pull out."

"Do you know how many times guys have promised to pull out but didn't?" Jen said. "You know how it is during sex." She rubbed his arm. "I'm not on the pill Frankie. And I'm Catholic, I don't believe in abortion or the morning after pill. I make Mike use condoms too Frankie. Okay?"

He finally grinned and said "Okay."

Wanting to change the subject, Jen said "Thanks for taking me to the concert! I had so much fun tonight!"

"Mike doesn't take you to concerts?" he asked.

"We do, sometimes," she said. "Mostly Broadway musicals, symphonies, opera sometimes."

"Ugh!" Drums said pretending like he was going to throw up. "You don't do fun stuff?"

"That stuff is fun," Jen insisted, laughing. He looked doubtful, and they both laughed.

They snuggled more then he said "Thanks for not wearing your wedding rings." He caressed her ringless left hand.

"Oh yeah, sure," Jen said realizing she'd forgotten to put her rings back on when she was with Joe. She felt guilty, realizing she hadn't called Mike today. She called him briefly yesterday to tell him Joe was staying at their apartment, but today had been so busy with Joe and Frankie she hadn't had a chance to call.

She looked at the clock. It was pass midnight. "I better go Frankie," she said getting out of the bed.

He grabbed her wrist. "Stay over tonight," he said.

"I can't, my brother-in-law is staying with us," she said. Joe was mostly an excuse. What she really needed to do was call Mike and it would be better if she did that at home. She quickly dressed.

"Come on, stay," Drums urged her, getting up and putting his arms around her. "You can leave first thing tomorrow." He pulled down the tube top and unsnapped the strapless bra, tossing it across the room. Holding her from behind he cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples. "Stay," he said again. He kissed up her neck.

Jen moaned, her head rolling back. She'd love to stay the night. She love to fuck Frankie all night and then sleep in his arms. But ...

Drums pulled up her skirt and he sucked hard on her neck. "No Frankie ..." Jen said, but her protest came out like a moan and she reached back and wrapped an arm around his head.

Drums pushed Jen against the wall and then ran his hand between her firm ass cheeks, lingering over her pussy. She was soaking again! With a violent tug he ripped her pantyhose, exposing her ass and making Jen yelp.

With one hand Drums laced his fingers in Jen's lush blonde hair and pressed her face against the wall. With his other he rolled on a condom. Then he positioned his hard cock. He bent at the knees to get the right angle, and then with a powerful thrust he rammed his cock into Jen's pussy, making her grimace at the sudden fullness. She was still tight but not nearly as tight as before. He got balls deep inside her after just a few moments.

Drums fucked her hard from behind, her face and chest pressed against the wall, pushed onto her tiptoes with each powerful thrust! He held her hips tight as he ravaged her pussy! With her cheek smashed against the wall Jen moaned and clawed at the wallpaper as Drums fucked her towards another massive orgasm!

Jen cried out as her orgasm hit, the pleasure shooting through her body. Moments later Drums came, his hips jerking so hard during his climax Jen was lifted off her feet, impaled on his long thick shaft!

Jen was still pressed against the wall as they both panted, Jen breathing hard against the wall, Drums against her neck. Eventually Drums pulled out and stepped away. The hard fucking and incredible orgasm left Jen weak kneed. She softly collapsed to the floor, chanting "god oh god."

Eventually Jen got up. Drums helped her. They wrapped their arms around each other. "You're so freaking incredible," Jen gushed, still out of breath.

"A good boyfriend?" Drums said grinning.

"You're learning," she teased. She gingerly took off the condom (again full of a ton of sperm) and threw it in the toilet. She brought back a warm wet cloth. Getting on her knees, she tenderly wiped his cock. She kissed the head before standing up again.

"I've really got to go," Jen said. "My brother-in-law's at home."

"I get it," Drums said reluctantly.

Jen pulled up the tube top. She didn't bother with the bra. She took off the ruined pantyhose then pushed down the skirt. She didn't bother brushing her hair, just running a hand through it.

She glanced in the mirror. God, she looked a mess! But she was going right home. Joe was already asleep. No one would see her.

There was a big hickey on her neck. "God Frankie," she sighed, running her finger along it.

"Sorry, I guess I got kinda crazy," he said with a sheepish smile.

"Jerk," she said with a crooked grin, giving him a playful hit on the chest. She'd have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow with Joe.

"Joe's leaving tomorrow," she said. "Why don't you come over after? I'll call you." They kissed like lovers who didn't want to part. Then Jen reluctantly left.