But Johnny didn't realize that Joanne was hungry for his cock. Johnny was, as she had thought, a virgin. He had never fucked and he had never had his cock sucked. The most he had ever had was a hand-job, and that was all he aspired to, all he figured he could get.

It never dawned on the boy that a nice girl like Joanne Weatherby would consent to take his cock in her mouth. He figured he was lucky just to get jacked off and did not press his luck.

He began to whimper.

Her mouth was watering. Oh, how she wished that he would force her to suck his big prick!

His hips jerked up and down spasmodically and his thighs trembled.

"Here it comes!" he cried.

She felt his cock balloon and then a gush of thick jism spurted from the cocktip in a great creamy mass. His cum splashed on her bare tits and fell in loops onto her thighs. She whimpered and kept on pumping, emptying his cock and balls to the dregs.

After he was drained, she continued to hold his prick, feeling it diminish slowly, softening in her grip. She glanced up. He was smiling contentedly. His eyes were closed. Joanne, watching his face to make sure he did not see what she was doing, raised her hand to her lips and lapped his spunk from her fingers and palm. It was her fist taste of jism.

It was delicious.

If cum tasted that wonderful, second-hand, she realized how delicious it would be if she were to drink is cum straight out of his prick!

If only he had known.

Remembering that scene, now, Joanne was sorry that she had told her mother about it. Because she wanted to date Johnny Watson again. She had high hopes for future dates with the horny lad. Surely he would get the idea, eventually. She wanted him to fingerfuck her and she wanted to suck his cock and swallow his cum. How foolish she had been to tell her mother that he was a horny boy!