It was getting warm. The garage is usually a cool place but our make out session made it seem like a closet. The more I tasted her peach lip gloss on my tongue and her hands all over me the more the stagnant air receded into the background. The beads of sweat were starting to form on forehead, and my back, and my thighs. We were in the garage attached to Jessica's parent's house. We had come home for Thanksgiving, but even in our late 20s felt strange about having sex just down the hall from her parents. The garage had been our retreat for at least a couple of visits, and we didn't hold back on our exploration even there. Jessica and I had been together for about four years. A size 14, so not small, and five foot ten, with shoulder length curly brown hair. She had good size but worked it well. I loved her large breasts and the way her ass gave me just enough to hold on during sex. But tonight I wouldn't have much time for grabbing it.
The couch was old. Brown leather and it felt warm and sticky against my forearms. Jessie was on her knees behind me, caressing my inner thighs. l looked down between my legs and watched her French manicured nails as her hands went up and down my thighs and covered my hardening cock. She moved my thong to one side and I felt as the lace stretched across my cheek. She ran one solitary finger down the crack of my ass. I arched my back. The pleasure was almost too great. I was still ashamed to show how much I enjoyed it. We began this experimentation with my ass innocent enough, during a random session of sex after a night of drinking. Then, her finger, finding her way to my hole during head . . . and I immediately loved the sensation of being penetrated. We experimented more. And the toys got bigger until the inevitable introduction of a strap-on. Though I didn't want to consider myself gay, I could not resist the urge of having her soft body on top of me and attached to a dildo I had already found so intensely gratifying.
She opened the tube of KY and squirted for what seemed like forever into the top of my ass crack. I felt it run warm and gooey down my slit. First, one finger . . . two fingers . . . and both pass the knuckle. I loved it and grinded back on her fingers. I worked my feet back to rub her nylon covered legs. I couldn't get enough of her fingers . . .
Jessica stood up. "Turn around." I did as I was told. She looked down on me perched on glittering silver four inch heels. "Come closer baby," she said. And I inched my way over to her. She took her cock in her hand and rubbed it on cheeks and across my lips. Although I had never had any discomfort from our strap-on play, this was new. "Put your mouth on it." "Put me in your mouth." I hesitantly put my lips on her cock and felt the taste of the silicone in my mouth. She grabbed my head and forced me down on her rod. I felt it fill my mouth and ram the back of my throat. I was so hard and I felt my own precum leaking on my thigh. I grabbed her stocking covered thigh and felt the lace of her thigh hi tops as she fucked my mouth. I rubbed my hands up and down the smooth nylon and felt the back seem. I looked up at her sizeable tits as they swayed with her thrusts. She pulled the shaft in and out of my mouth. I knew that she couldn't "feel" anything but she looked to be enjoying it just the same. "You have such a velvet mouth cunt." Her dirty talk made my mouth water and the blow job got sloppier. Spit ran down the shaft and down my chin as I did my best to suck her dry.
She pulled out for the last time. She swung me back around to the couch. Dropping to her knees again and placing the head of her cock at my still wet asshole. I felt her enter and leave the head at the entrance of my ass. It felt too large and my ass felt completely full. She ran her hand up the shaft of my cock and gave my head a firm squeeze. My precum leaked onto her finger. She laughed.
