She held the boy's cock between her lips for a while, her mouth filling with the oozing sweetness. Finally, she had to swallow. Her eyes rolled back with erotic delight, and the boy held her face in his hands, gently fucking his hard cock back and forth in her wet, hot mouth.

Joan was not sure if she experienced an orgasm during the time she sucked the boy. All her sensations centered in and around her mouth, her lips, her tongue. The hotness of that cock in her mouth, the lovely hardness, the powerful way his prick throbbed, was enough sensation for her young body and mind at that time.

The boy, she remembered with fondness, had been very careful with her, fucking his cock into her mouth only so far, never choking her or becoming so excited he harmed her in any way.

As she lay in her bed, thinking of that long ago day, she found her cunt becoming hotter and so much wetter. As she allowed her mind to recall it, she idly fondled her hairy cunt, rubbing at her distended clit with one hand and toying with her rubbery nipples in the other.

It had seemed to her, that first time, that his cock had been inside her mouth for a long time. But she knew better now, of course. But as a small girl on her knees with her lips wrapped about a cock, it had seemed hours – but delicious hours. She remembered how her knees had been scraped on the wild grass, but she had felt no pain until later.

Working a finger into her steamy cunt and fucking it in and out, she mewled softly with remembered pleasure.

The boy held her cheeks almost tenderly and fucked his cock back and forth slowly. She had gazed with huge, excited eyes at his lower stomach, seeing all that wiry hair curling at the base of his cock. She had been afraid to dig her fingers into his hips, although she had wanted to. She did, however, move the fingers of one hand to that thick bush of hair and felt it as he gently fucked her sweet mouth.