Then the boy did something that really surprised her.

He licked his tongue up and down her tender young cunt.

The wetness of his tongue was like scalding water against her sensitive little pussy. He twirled his tongue about her tiny swollen clit, and Joan experienced an intense orgasm.

After he had licked her clit the boy wanted her to kiss his cock. Joan was more than willing, actually eager, and she went down on her knees before him, her lips pursed. She kissed his cock with her sweet lips, and the dripping fuck juice smeared them. The liquid seemed to scar her lips, made them tingle. Without being asked. Joan kissed the tip of his swollen cock once again. Since she kissed his prick this time without directions, the boy became courageous and wanted Joan to take his cock into her sweet little mouth.

"Eat my peter," he said.

Joan giggled, telling him she couldn't eat it. She told him it would hurt. But the boy explained it to her, and Joan thought it was a wonderful idea.

When the boy placed the smooth head of his cock between her lips, Joan's mind reeled with ecstasy. Her lips, although stretched to the limits, burned and tingled hotly. The fuck liquid seeping from his piss hole coated her tongue, and the taste was so good that her small body trembled. She placed her hands on his hips to brace herself, wondering if she could take more of his cock into her mouth. The answer came to her by way of the boy shoving his cock deeper. Then her mouth was stuffed and she could take no more. Her lips had never been stretched so far. Not even by those large popsicles she sometimes bought. The big difference to Joan between the popsicles and this cock was that the cock tasted so much better!