Norma Egan: Boy hungry wife

"Let me just slip your pants down," Sonny whispered. "Then I can touch you better."

Ginger was already having trouble saying no. She knew she shouldn't go this far, but she loved that naughty finger play on her clit, couldn't even think straight while he was doing it. When she didn't answer him, Sonny quickly slipped down her shorts and panties, uncovering her flaming-red bush and her juicy swollen pussy.

"Here's something I think you'll really like. Ginger," he panted.

The next thing Ginger knew, he was crawling between her legs. Thinking he was going to try to fuck her, she gave a screech of protest and started to sit up. She saw he didn't even have his pants unzipped, and she was puzzled. Then to her astonishment, Sonny dropped to his belly between her legs and pressed his flushed hot face into her crotch.

"SONNY!" she gasped, "what are you – ohhhhhh."

She almost fainted from the most stunning blast of pleasure she'd ever felt in her life. Something delicious and wonderful was happening down there in her pussy, something slick and wet and mobile moving over her creaming cunt mouth, her swollen pussylips, and her horny little nub of a clit.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, "Ohhhhh, God, ohhh!"

Dizzily she realized that Sonny was licking her pussy, using his tongue on all her most private and sensitive parts. Her face flamed. She'd read about oral sex, but of course with an uptight husband like Tom, she'd never experienced it. She'd decided it must be wicked and dirty and repugnant. Now she changed her opinion quickly. It was great.

"Ohhhh, Sonny, yes, yes," she gasped.

Ginger fell back onto the pass and wantonly opened her legs for him, unable to resist the exquisite pleasure of having her pussy eaten. She drew her long leg wide apart and bent her knees, opening her pussy to him fully. Sonny thanked her by zeroing in on the tasty little red nub of her clit, licking and lashing and rimming it. Ginger's whole body seemed to melt with pleasure.

"Eeeeeee!" she screeched, "Yessss!"

She knew she was making a spectacle of herself, screaming with pleasure, creaming all over the kid's face, but she just couldn't help herself. After three years of balling Tom, she hadn't dreamed that sex could be so much fun, that anything could feel so wonderful. She'd have been happy to lie there forever with Sonny's slick hot tongue doing its fantastic number on her clit.

But Sonny had other ideas. He knew other places to use his tongue, ways to get the beautiful red-haired housewife even more hotly aroused. It had worked with the girls he'd dated, and it ought to work with Ginger. He trailed his tongue slowly and tantalizingly from her cunt, between the swollen red lips of her pussy, till he was rimming the little recessed mouth of her cunt. He felt Ginger shaking with excitement, and then she creamed hugely all over his tongue.

"Oh, Sonny," she moaned, "ohhhhh, my God." She felt his tongue snaking into her cunt, and she thought she'd pass out with the stunning pleasure of it. The fat slick wiggling tongue pressed in deeper and deeper, stuffing her tight hungry box, while she juiced helplessly around it. She'd never felt anything so good in her life. She couldn't stop moaning and squealing as Sonny worked his tongue all the way to the root in her boiling little twat.

"Yes, yes, YES," she wailed, "put your tongue in my cunt, darling. Ohhhhhh,yes!"

Sonny began to suck her with his tongue, jerking it up and down like a miniature cock. He felt how fiery hot and deliciously tight her cunt was, and he prayed his tricks would work, that he'd soon have his cock in there. Ginger was going out of her head with pleasure, bucking and howling and creaming floods of tasty hot juice. She was hot, all right, but would she fuck him?

"Oh, darling, let me touch you, too," she gasped.

Sonny was up for that. Still hungrily licking her wet red gash, he maneuvered around till he was kneeling over Ginger, his head in her crotch, his crotch right over her face. He started sucking her plump red pussylips, leaving the next mow to her.

Feverishly eager, Ginger fumbled with his fly, got his jeans open, and drew out his stiffly erect young cock. It was just as handsome as she'd remembered it, clean and white and silky. She'd never before used her mouth on a man's cock, but that didn't stop her. She drew it down till the knob-like purple head was in reach, stuck out her little pink tongue, and started licking his dick.

"Oh, hey, yeah," Sonny gasped. "Lick, Ginger, lick my cock. Man, I love that."

He hadn't expected anything that good, Ginger's slick satiny tongue lapped on the sensitive head of his prick, and he trembled with pleasure. His cock juice started bubbling out, and to his delight she lapped it up and ate it, making greedy little gurgling noises. Sonny rewarded her by nuzzling into her bush and starting to suck hot and hard on her juicy little clit.

Ginger gasped with pleasure when he began sucking her horny little button, but she didn't stop licking his big hard cock-head. In just a matter of seconds she'd discovered that she loved licking his cock, loved eating his juice. To get more of it, she opened her mouth wide and stuffed the swollen prick-head between her lips, sucking ravenously.

Sonny just about rose off the grass when he felt her taking his meat in her hot wet little mouth. It felt great – too great. A few seconds of her greedy sucking, and he'd sure as hell shoot his load right in her mouth. He didn't want that. He wanted to save his hard-on for her cunt. He'd better act before it was too late.

"Ginger," he gasped, "that's great, but please stop now."

Thinking she was hurting him, Ginger abruptly released his cock. Freed, Sonny scrambled around, knelt between her widely-parted legs, and hurled himself onto her. Ginger gasped as she felt the hot hard head of his prick pushing hungrily against the wet pulp of her pussy, seeking out her cunt.

Sonny, no, she gasped. "You said we wouldn't go all the way. You promised."

"Can't help it," the frantically horny teenager panted, "I gotta ball you, Ginger, I just gotta."

Ginger stuggled and protested for only a second, and then she felt Sonny's wonderfully thick hard cock slamming into her achingly lusty little cunt. Pleasure overwhelmed her, and she sank back, moaning, letting him push his fiercely erect young cock all the way to her womb.

"Oh, oh, OH," she panted, "no, Sonny, yes, ohhhhh!"

She knew she wasn't going to fight it. She had to have it, no matter what the consequences. Sonny fucked her in deep powerful strokes, taking his time, not rushing it the way Tom did. Tom always came in less than a minute, but now minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and Sonny kept fucking away, not at all tired.

Meanwhile Ginger was coming – again and again. It was a dream come true, the chance to have all the orgasms she wanted. This crazy kid was a far better lover than her own husband. Wild horses couldn't have pulled her away from him now.

"Ohhhh, Sonny," she moaned, "it's wonderful."

"I love fucking you, Ginger," he panted.

He wasn't kidding. Her little box was wonderfully tight and clinging, yet slick and wet and deliciously hot. It was a fantastic pleasure to work his swollen meat in there. He held out as long as he could, swelling with pride each time he made her come. It was like all his horny fantasies, a gorgeous older woman writhing in his arms, creaming all around his jerking dick, telling him how she loved his fucking.

"Oh darling. Yes," Ginger wailed, "keep fucking me please, I love it!"

Just briefly, once, she wondered what was keeping Tom so long at Stacy's house but then she realized it was a blessing. It let her and Sonny go on and on with this fantastic fuck. And right now, that was all she cared about.