
They had entered the gazebo and sat on the benches, and Karen had hugged and kissed the little boy, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, teaching him how to suck on it.
She had opened her halter and let him look at her thrusting tits, with those large, rubbery nipples. She had shown him how to caress her tits, how to lick and suck them. Then she had opened his pants and taken his cock out, her fingers wrapped tightly about it, jacking him.
His cock had been beautiful. It was not a large one, of course, but it was so firm and sweet in her hand. She loved the throbbing of it, the way the head swelled and dripped.
She remembered how excited the boy had been, and thrilled to think of it. She hugged her knees tighter against her tits, feeling the heat of the midday sun on her body. In the water a few yards ahead of her, boys and girls were splashing and yelling. A few parents sat near the water's edge, watching their children.
Karen had dropped to her knees before the little boy in the gazebo and taken his hard cock into her hot, wet mouth. The boy, at first, had been surprised and thought she was going to bite his cock off. She had to reassure him that all she would do was kiss it and suck on it. She had told him it would feel very good to him, that he would love it.
The boy, still somewhat apprehensive, had watched her with big eyes as she licked up and down his cock, then pulled it into her mouth. Karen had sucked up and down his prick, licking slowly, letting her own passions explode between her long, tanned thighs.
