Norma Egan: Boy hungry wife

Ginger felt dizzy with lust, and she suddenly knew that if she stayed pressed against the naked boy, she'd do something scandalous. She had to control herself, now.

"A sun bath would be nice," she said shakily.

"Yeah, sure," Sonny said reluctantly. His little moment of glory was over, Ginger moving away from him and swimming for the ladder.

But his disappointment changed to glee as she climbed the ladder right above him and gave him a full, if brief, view of her pussy. Sonny's eyes widened and grew hot with lust. She had the most beautiful snatch, as beautiful as the rest of her, ripe scarlet flesh fringed with delicate copper curls. He saw the tiny shadowed mouth of her cunt and almost moaned aloud with longing.

It wasn't till Ginger was halfway up the ladder that she realized what she was doing. In her haste to get out of the pool and away from that dizzying temptation, she allowed Sonny an unrestricted view of her whole pussy. Face burning with embarrassment, she rushed the rest of the way up the ladder, hurried over to a beach towel and flung herself face-down on it.

Sonny followed, pale blue-veined cock wagging, rosy-red balls flopping. Ginger couldn't help looking at that. He lay down right beside her, but face-up. She wanted to go on staring at his adorable boy-cock, but she forced herself to close her eyes and pretend to be sunbathing.

"Ahhh, that was neat," Sonny sighed. "You know, Ginger, I really like you. Not many people would let a guy stop in the middle of a job and take a swim."

"Oh, it was nothing, Sonny," Ginger said gratefully, "you deserved the rest."

She reached out to pat his hand, and Sonny seized her hand and held it. He moved her hand, spreading the fingers, and brought it down on something wet and silky-soft. He held it there a full second before Ginger realized that he'd put her hand on his cock.

"I really like you, Ginger," he repeated, this time in a horny hoarse voice.

Ginger just lay there as if paralyzed, but her mind was racing. He shouldn't have done that. She should move her hand. She should scold him, send him away. Instead she just lay there with her hotly aroused cunt leaking juice like a lava flow. She loved touching his cock, even if it was a scandalous thing to do, but she really had, to stop this wicked scene. Do something, dummy, she told herself.

She did. She gently closed her fingers around Sonny's moist limp dick and gave it a little squeeze.

"I like you, too, Sonny," she said huskily.

Sonny breathed a sigh of relief. He'd taken a helluva risk, putting her hand on his cock, but she seemed to be taking it okay. In fact she enclosed his limp wet meat in her soft little list and started pumping it gently. It felt great. Sonny tried to stay cool, contain his excitement, but it was no go. To his embarrassment, his cock started to grow hard in her hand.

"Oh, wow," he gasped.

Ginger said nothing, just lay there and creamed furiously as Sonny's boy-prick went erect in her fin. She felt it grow from a sleepy wrinkled little nub into a long hard thick pole of flesh. The head ballooned and popped out of her fist, the stalk throbbed and stiffened. She couldn't resist looking. She opened her eyes, glanced down, and saw a magnificent hard pale cock just the size of her husband's.

"Sorry about that," Sonny croaked, red-faced.

"Uh, it was only natural," Ginger said lamely.

Neither of them could think what else to say. They lay there aching with hornyess, Ginger's fist tightly enclosing Sonny's erect and straining cock. Little bubbles of juice started oozing from the slit mouth of his cock-head. Ginger told herself over and over to let go of the kid's prick, send him home, before they went too far, but she just couldn't release that silky, hot, throbbing erection.

Suddenly, with a horny moan, Sonny rolled her onto her side, facing him, and buried his face against her big swelling tits. He started to kiss her huge ripe tits all over, his mouth hot and moist. Then Ginger felt his tongue flick out, wet and snake-like, to tickle the sensitive tips of her little pink nipples. Hot excitement shot through her body, overpowering her, wiping out all common sense.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned.

Sonny was licking her nipples, darting back and forth between them, his tongue slick and hot and busy. It felt wonderful. In all their courtship and marriage Tom had never kissed or licked her breasts, never used his mouth there. Damn him! He'd cheated her of a delicious thing. Helpless to control her mounting lust, Ginger began to pump Sonny's stiff hot dick.

"Ummmm, yeah," the boy sighed, "yeah, that feels great."

Ginger knew she should stop, but Sonny kept her in a state of senseless excitement, his tongue flicking eagerly over her nipples. Then he drew her left nipple right into his mouth and started sucking on it fast and eagerly. Hot pleasure streaked right down to her pussy. Why had Tom never sucked her tits? She loved it.

"Oooooooo," Ginger crooned, "so nice."

Encouraged, Sonny sucked with more pressure, drawing her whole hot tender nipple into his mouth, bathing it with his boiling saliva, tickling it with his tongue. Ginger creamed hugely, soaking the towel beneath her, and her hot little hand pumped faster and faster on Sonny's stiff drooling prick.

With her last ounce of self-control, Ginger moaned hoarsely, "Oh, Sonny, this feels lovely, but we've got to stop. You know it's not right."

"No," Sonny gasped, releasing her nipple for a second, "It's cool, we're just playing a little. Please, Ginger, let me just show you one more thing."

She didn't have a chance to reply before she felt his hand creeping between her thighs to touch her soaked red-hot pussy. He damped his mouth down on her sensitive nipple again, sucking it loudly and hungrily, distracting her, while his probing fingers found the hot little pea-size lump of her clit. He began to stroke her fat little joy button with the tip of his finger, and Ginger was almost blasted apart with pleasure.

"Aahhhhh," she moaned, "oohh, Sonny, that's sooo nice, but you must stop. You m-m-m…" She broke off stuttering, unable to make another coherent sound. The pleasure was just too great. Having her nipples sucked and her cunt stroked at the same time was incredibly delicious.

Where in hell had a youngster learned all this fantastic foreplay? Kids were sure growing up fast lately. Tom was like something out of the Stone Age compared to Sonny, Ginger creamed and creamed over Sonny's stroking, tickling fingers, and her soft pink nipples grew hard and erect and supersensitive in his mouth. It was scandalous and wicked to let the teenage neighbor boy diddle her like that, but she loved it too much to stop him.

With her free hand she reached down and cupped his hot swollen balls. Still briskly and eagerly pumping his erect dick with one hand, she began gently massaging his silky round balls with the other. Tom never allowed her to touch him like that. She was digging her first chance to play with a man's prick and nuts. Sonny responded to her touch with moans and snorts of excitement.

Finally the boy was aroused beyond self-control, and he raised his flushed face from her spit-soaked nipple and moaned, "Oh, Ginger, my cock's about to burst. I just gotta ball you. Please."

Ginger was so tempted, she could have screamed – but frigging was one thing, fucking another. She was married, she loved her husband, and this boy was young. It was unthinkable to go all the way with him.

"Sonny, no, I just couldn't," she panted. "I couldn't do that to Tom."

Sonny suppressed his deep disappointment. He had a feeling he'd get another chance with Ginger, and she was sure worth waiting for. "All right," he sighed, "but let's jack each other off anyway."

He seized her little wet cunt and began kneading it fast, making her moan loudly with pleasure. She started to pump his swollen meat furiously, and his juice trickled down to wet her fingers. Suddenly she was coming, Sonny's expert clit-kneading sending her into a delicious explosion of pleasure.