Clean up your mess

You impulsively plant another kiss on Mr. Wood. With your hands on his shoulder you silence any protest with your lips. He resists for a moment, before his mouth opens and his tongue parts your lips. You answer him with your tongue, twisting and licking and sharing in the juicy exchange. The tip of his now-flaccid cock is still lodged inside your pussy.

Finally, he pulls his head back, breaking the kiss.

"Joy," he grins, "enough is enough."

"Mr. Wood!" You playfully slap your palms on his chest. "Enough is never enough."

"Really," he cranes his neck to look around you and out of the garage. "Mrs. Cleft is staring right at us."

"Ohhhh," you pout, "you're no fun."

He reaches a big hand between your bodies and cups one of your breasts. He gives it a playfully squeeze with your hard pink nipple poking between his fingers.

"No fun?" He asks.

"Oh, alright," you relent, "but at least let me clean you up first."

"Joy..."

"I insist," you say.

With a clenching of your internal muscles you **** Mr. Wood's hefty load out of your pussy and onto his soft cock. It spills over the head and coats his prick and balls. Some of it even drips on the floor. You lift yourself from his lap on unsteady legs.

You glance over your shoulder to see Mrs. Cleft is still staring, her face red, at your naked body. You give her a wink and then turn your attention back to Mr. Wood.

He's trying to pull up his pants, but you put a stop to that. You place a hand on the top of each of his meaty thighs and bend at the waist. As you lower your face to Mr. Wood's lap you thrust your butt out towards the open garage door. You're certain it's quite a sight with your firm ass aimed at Mrs. Cleft. Anyone else who might pass by will get a nice look at your puffy pussy lips squeezed between your thighs and drooling Mr. Wood's cum.

"Now," you look up at Mr. Woods, "let's get you cleaned up."

You start with his balls, dipping your mouth to the spongey sack wet with sperm. You lick with first the tip and then the flat of your tongue, bathing his balls and slurping up all of the cum, yours and his, that has collected on them.

"Mmmmm," you comment as you suck one of his balls between your lips.

You release it and suck the other.

"Joy," Mr. Wood weakly pushes at your head, "you've got to stop."

"Mmmmmm," you decline and release his testicle from your mouth.

Your hand slides up his leg to his groin and with a thumb and index finger you encircle the head of his cock and lift it up to get at the generous deposit of sperm hiding beneath. You lick and slurp at the base of his prick, not surprised that as your tongue roams closer and closer to his shaft his cock begins to slowly swell.

Just as you begin to carefully stroke him and lick the underside of his shaft you hear footsteps on the floor of the garage.

"Joy Applebottom!" A woman's voice shouts.

Mr. Wood jerks with fright. You carefully ignore it, even encourage it by wiggling your ass from side to side as you begin kiss Mr. Wood's cock.

"And Earnest Wood," the voice scolds, "this is an outrage!"

You recognize the voice is Mrs. Cleft and she sounds very pissed. As her footsteps draw near you pause to consider how to handle the new development.