Jacob shows you off to an SUV of college kids, but you make it without dripping

Jacob's eyes flick between the road and you, but mostly stay on you as you put nearly your entire hand into yourself out of sheer horniness. That and you've realized that the remains of the lotion inside you is starting to drip out like cum.

"M... More," you urge him, meaning for him to speed up.

"You want more? Use your thumb. Make a fist," he says, mistaking your remark.

In turn you mistake his for a deal; you fist yourself and he'll go faster. Groaning, but reasoning that it'll plug you even more, you comply. Besides, you've always liked being filled to the max.

You've only one before stuck your entire hand into yourself, and it was a difficult fit, but fortunately you have small hands. Besides, between the lotion and your own copious juices you find that it isn't as hard as you thought it would be. In fact it slips in with incredible ease, and you find it hard not to groan loudly at the electrified pleasure that seems to swarm throughout your insides.

Abruptly the car stops and you snap your eyes open, hand still embedded within yourself. "Wh... why did you stop?" you ask.

Jacob points ahead. "Stop light." He looks over at you and then past you, a sly grin crossing his face as he honks the horn.

"Why'd you honk?" you pant, and when his fingers point past you your eyes turn to follow, widening in horror as you see an SUV packed full of college-aged guys gawking down at you.

"Go!" you urge Jacob.

"The light's red," he remarks calmly.

"Go!" you urge again, thankfully just as the light changes.

He shrugs, and presses the gas pedal lightly, keeping his sports car even with the SUV.

"Show us your tits!" the guys call.

"Should I speed up?" Jacob murmers to you.

"Yes!"

"Make their day. Show 'em your tiny little titties and I'll speed up," Jacob orders quietly.

Showing your breasts isn't difficult, but rather than just pulling apart the fabric you reach behind your neck, undoing the sloppy knot, letting the front of your dress fall off to the side, leaving your entire chest bare. Jacob grins, gunning the motor a little, but only speeds up slightly.

"Anything else?" you ask Jacob sarcastically, yelling to be heard over the revving of the engine, your eyes never leaving the other vehicle, whose occupants cheer at the site of your breasts. It's both humiliating and arousing at the same time.

"Wanna cock?" one of the boys yells.

"Two? Three?" they call again as Jacob speeds up just a little.

"Faster?" he asks you.

"Yes! A lot more, dammit! More!" you yell again as your car speed up only a little.

"Damn girl, you really want that pussy of yours stretched, huh?"

"Open it up as much as you can!" you yell at Jacob. The boys hoot and holler as your gaze stays fixed on them.

"Damn you're a freaky girl, you ever taken a fist in your cunt?"

Jacob laughed. "Of course she has! What do you think she's doing right now?" he yells back, earning a glare from you. He's enjoying this entirely too much, and the boys seem overjoyed to hear his words. "Show them. Lick your hand while you use the other one."

Feeling your cheeks flame with embarrassment, you pull your hand out of your soaking cunt with a squelch, quickly replacing it with your other hand, which automatically pumps in and out like it has a mind of its own.

You bring your glistening hand up to your mouth, sucking each finger like a dick, your eyes intent on the disbelieving boys in the SUV. It seems to take forever to finally finish, maybe because you lose track of whether you'd done a few of the fingers, but at last your hand is clean of pussy juices, and glistening instead with saliva.

Panting in excitement you turn to Jacob and hiss, "Why aren't you speeding up?"

"Oh I'm sorry, I thought you were having fun," he smirks, then shrugs in the face of your glare. "Alright, I'll speed up if you turn so they can see your cunt. Then really pound that cum dump hard with your fist. Tell them how you want them to replace it. Don't forget to smile. Make it so hot they'll fantasize over it. After all, it's not like you'll ever see them again."

Moaning, you twist your body, one-upping him by sticking both legs out the window so your knees are on the window sill and your heels against the outside car door. You raise your ass, giving them an unobstruced view of your cunt as you enthusiastically smash your fist in and out of your loudly squishing fuckhole. If you could form a thought it would be one of amazement that they don't crash as you pound your cunt for over a minute. At last your hips jerk uncontrollably and your legs kick straight out as a giant orgasm hits you. It last for what seems like an hour, clear liquid spraying from between your legs, gushing so hard that it clears the window sill. What doesn't wind up outside the car ends up sparkling on your legs, which finally go limp, leaving you semi-conscious on the passenger seat.

"You getting that? Holy shit!" you hear them cry out, and slowly and lazily you open your eyes, squinting at the bright overhead light before turning your face fully to them.

"God I wish this was you I'm licking, you who'd just been in me. Each and every one of you," you croon, tongue slowly licking your hand like a cat, your body practically purring from satisfaction. The guys stare as if mesmerized, and you're amazed they don't plow into anything. But with Jacob going at a snail's pace and no other traffic right now there's not much danger as you finish licking your own fluids off your fist. Normally you find your own juices disgusting, but for some reason you're starting to feel horny again and don't mind it.

Done with your clean up job you give an eager smile at the boys as your once juice covered hand to blow the boys a kiss. "Later boys, I'm off to a rocking party."

"Can we party with you?"

"Aw, I'd love to have a kinky party with you and all your friends. I'd let you do anything you wanted," you purr, with a wink and a kiss as Jacob pours on the gas. The boys wave back, though most of them seem to have phones in their other hand pointed in your direction.

Your playful expression turns into a scowl for Jacob. "Did you like that?" you ask, striving for frosty, but feeling an eager flutter from the vicinity of your pussy.

"A bunch of guys yelling how much they'd love to bang you? Of course. Just think, they'll spend the rest of the night working themselves into a frenzy thinking about what they want to do to you."

God, did Jacob think about that? You thought he was so straight-laced and normal. "Uh, great," is all you manage before his car swoops to a stop.

"We're here," Jacob says, nodding to your side of the car. "I'll go find a safe spot for the car."

Eager to see where he was taking you, and forgetting your dress, you fling open the door, swinging one leg wide toward the curb, before remembering to pause and give Jacob a smile. "See you soon," you wink, and push your way out of the car. The immediate feel of air on your pussy reminds you that you're in a tiny skirt that needs to be pulled down. Jacob slowly inching the car forward forces you to delay that until after you've slammed the door, at which point you look around furtively.

The car pulls away and your mind seems to clear just a little, leaving you to stare at your destination and wonder if he meant for you to stay here or go inside?