She had heard the boy gasping above her, but he still remained gentle with her. When he came off, Joan had been startled and attempted to pull her lips away, but he held her in place, gushing thick come juice into her mouth. Joan had been surprised, thinking he was pissing in her mouth. She had not swallowed because of her surprise, and thick, creamy come juice slipped past her stretched lips and dripped onto her chin. After the boy came, he removed his cock from her mouth. The taste of his come juice was all over her tongue, and Joan, to her delight, found it delicious, very thick and hot, and very sweet.

The taste of his come juice lingered in her mouth for the rest of the afternoon, and her lips continued to tingle as when his cock had been between them. She had been unable to get it out of her mind, and her little cunt was in a turmoil, bubbling and quivering.

When she met her little friend in the shed, she had told him about it, although she was secretive enough to say nothing of when or where it happened. She wanted to take the boy's cock into her mouth, and at first he was reluctant. But Joan was determined. When she had his prick between her lips, it didn't feel the same, but was still good. This cock didn't stretch her lips the way that huge one had. But she could get all of this cock into her mouth, right down to the base, and she had sucked for a long time while the excited boy squirmed and danced with surprise and pleasure.

Joan drew her knees up to her tits as she lay on her back in bed, an expression of pleasure on her beautiful face as she recalled those incidents of her childhood. She ran a hand down the back of her thigh and over the smooth, creamy cheek of her ass, then probed at her tight, slippery cunt with her fingers once more.

She saw the boy in the field one time after that, but it had been different. He wanted his cock inside her mouth again, but he did not come off there this time.