Norma Egan: Boy hungry wife

They worked for about an hour in the hot sun, digging and raking and hauling, before Ginger stopped, wiped her forehead, and said, "Time for a break, Sonny. This heat is murder."

"It sure is," Sonny eagerly agreed. "Should we have a swim, Ginger?"

Ginger blushed beet red, recalling how their naked swim had turned out yesterday. "I don't think that'd be a very good idea, Sonny," she said nervously. "Let's just sit in the shade, and I'll get us something cold to drink."

Disappointed again, Sonny went to sit under a big shady tree, and Ginger brought out two cold bottles of Coke. They sipped quietly, trying not to sneak glances at each other, both hotly excited by sitting so close. It was hell, and finally Sonny couldn't stand it any longer. Gathering his nerve, he suddenly scooted right up against Ginger, grabbed her, and kissed her.

"UMPTI!" Ginger protested.

She hadn't been expecting that move. Sonny caught her off guard, she lost her balance, and they went rolling in the grass, his mouth glued to hers. Sonny landed on top of her and took advantage of his superior weight, keeping her pinned while he kissed her. He could feel her big hot tits pressed against his chest, the soft pout of her mons against his crotch.

Ginger felt the hard hot weight of his handsome young body pressing down on her, and her starved pussy began to heat and grow wet with need. For a crazy moment she wanted to just rip off her shorts and let Sonny ball her. It would be so neat. She'd never had any other man beside Tom. But the thought of Tom kept her from surrendering.

At least she didn't surrender totally. But it was hard to ignore Sonny's slick hot tongue probing in her mouth, and pretty soon her tongue was in action, too, slithering and tickling over his. Her pussy grew boiling hot. Damn, she wanted this boy so badly! She remembered holding his hard cock yesterday, pumping it, and her famished cunt leaked another hot flood of cream.

"Ginger," Sonny gasped, coming up for air, "there wasn't anything wrong with what we did. You weren't unfaithful to your husband. Please, let's do it again."

Ginger was Tom. She knew damned well that it wasn't right even to make out with this kid, but her body ached for some decent love-making. Maybe Sonny was right, a little foreplay wasn't really "cheating". It would be so pleasant. And of course she wouldn't go all the way. She wouldn't dream of doing that.

"All right, Sonny," she said, "but just for a little. There's no telling when Tom will be back."

"Far out," Sonny sighed gratefully.

The big spreading tree concealed them from all the neighbors. Lying on the soft warm grass, they kissed and fondled each other, but that gentle play wasn't enough for Sonny. Spurred by his perpetual adolescent lust, he was soon slipping his hands underneath Ginger's t-shirt, touching the firm cones of her breasts encased in the tight bra. He squeezed and fondled, her big ripe tits, wishing she didn't have that damned bra on.

"Ginger," he panted, "let me take your bra off, I want to touch the real thing. Please?"

Ginger blushed and said, "I thought we were just going to neck for awhile, Sonny. We shouldn't go too far."

"Oh, this won't hurt anything," Sonny said, already reaching under her and ripping the hook of her bra.

Secretly Ginger was dying for him to play with her naked tits, and she stopped protesting. Sonny fumbled with the catch and finally got her bra unhooked. He pushed it up over her silky hot tits which now tented her t-shirt with their natural thrust. Sighing hastily, he brought his hands down to cup the fishy globes. As he began caressing her sensitive tits, Ginger gave a little sigh of pleasure.

"I wish Tom would do that," she sighed.

Sonny gawked at her. "He doesn't play with your tits? Your own husband?"

Ginger blushed, wishing she hadn't said it. The words had just popped out. "He's a little old-fashioned in his thinking," she said. "He doesn't belieec in forcpay."

"He's nuts," said Sonny.

He pushed her rumpled t-shirt up over her breasts and sated at the superb grapefruit-size globes with their little pink nipples. Tom Davis had to be crazy to ignore a pair of boobs like that. Sonny sure as hell couldn't ignore them. He pressed his face against the hot soft flesh, kissed her nipples.

"Ummmm. That's so nice," Ginger sighed.

Encouraged, Sonny stuck out his gleaming red tongue and started licking her pretty little light pink nipples, darting from one to the other. Ginger suppressed a squeal of delight. She had to watch herself, not get the kid too excited. But she was getting damned excited herself. His slick hot tongue felt great on her sensitive nipples.

"Would you like me to suck your tits, Ginger?" he asked hoarsely.

Ginger's face went red. Yes, dammit, she'd love to have him suck her, but, it seemed so wicked and wanton to ask him. On the other hand, what the hell? She deserved some fun in life, and this wasn't going to lead to anything serious. They'd just fool around for a few minutes. Why deny herself what she wanted?

"All right, Sonny," she said shyly.

Sonny flashed her an eager grin, then bent his head down over her thrusting big tits. His mouth zeroed in on her right nipple, a sweet strawberry nub, and he sucked it hungrily into his mouth. Ginger felt the heat and wetness around her sensitive nipple, felt his tickling tongue and his strong eager sucking. Her aroused cunt released a hot flood of juice that soaked right through her panties.

"Ohhhhhh, yes," she sighed, "yes." Sonny sucked like he was famished for her tits, making a loud wet slurping noise. Ginger lay beneath him with an ecstatic expression on her face, her blue eyes getting hot and horny. Each time he sucked on her tender nipple, she felt a rush of pleasure that streaked right down to her pussy. Why hadn't Tom done this to her? He'd kept her from so much pleasure.

Sonny sucked her pretty pink nipple from softness into throbbing erection, then released it and sucked in the other nipple to give it the same treatment. He took his time, needing time to think and plot. He sure as hell wasn't going to be content with kid games, with just necking. He had to figure out some way to get Ginger to fuck.

He thought back about some of the girls he'd dated and what they liked best, what got them really hot. Ginger was already enjoying herself, and if he worked it right, he might get her so hot for him that she'd go all the way. He'd use some of the tricks he'd learned with other girls. His hand crept down toward Ginger's crotch.

"Oh, Sonny, no, don't do that," she said in alarm.

Sonny suppressed a curse. Damn it, did she expect him to be content with just touching her above the waist? He was only human. Besides, be had to get to ha pussy if he was really going to turn her on. He knew a few tricks that usually drove girls wild.

"Ginger," he said as patiently as he could, "I just wanta touch you. Touching can't hurt anything. Please, just for a minute or so?"

She wavered, torn between morality and lust. She sighed aid said, "All right, but just for a minute, and you can't do anything but touch."

She'd hardly finished speaking before Sonny had his hand inside her pants. She was amazed how fast the kid could move. She felt his eager sweaty hand on her belly and then on her soft curly muff. One finger sneaked inside the fat furry lips of her morn and began to rub her hot sensitive little clit.

"Oooooo," Ginger squealed.

She hadn't meant to show her excitement, but she couldn't help it. Sonny's expert finger flicked and rubbed her eager little joy button, sending melting pleasure through her loins. Tom never touched her pussy, so she was just finding out how great it felt to have a man play with her there. She creamed another flood of hot juice and moaned.

Sonny, busily working over her cunt, felt that hot rush of pussy juice and knew he was on the right track. Every girl he'd been out with loved to have her cunt touched, and Ginger was no different. He just had to keep at it, get her more and more aroused, till she was so anxious to ball, she wouldn't be able to say no.