The next day, Saturday, Tom and Ginger were going to clean up their back yard, but they'd no sooner gotten started when one of their neighbors, a stunning blonde divorcee named Stacy Ames, came wandering over.
"Oh, I see you two are hard at work," Stacy cooed.
Ginger was thinking: What a phony bitch. She must be thirty if she's a day, and she acts like a love-sick teenager, wiggling her boobs and her ass all over the neighborhood.
Tom was thinking: Jesus, what a sexy broad. I wonder what she's like in bed?
Stacy in fad had just turned thirty, but she didn't look it. Tall and slim, she had little curvy hips, little round butt, and pert firm tits the size of large apples. She was wearing bright red shorts that hugged her saucy little ass and a skimpy red and white polka dot halter that didn't conceal the slight tantalizing jiggling of her breasts. Hex platinum blonde hair was long and curly.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," she went on, "but I wonder if I could borrow Tom for awhile? My kitchen sink's clogged, and I just can't seem to fix it."
Ginger was going to suggest that she climb down the drain and blow bubbles, but before she could open her mouth, Tom had dropped his gardening tools and hurried over to the hedge behind which Stacy was standing. He vaulted the hedge in one eager leap.
"I'd be glad to help, Stacy," he said. "I'll get my plumbing gem and be right over."
"Tom," Ginger said indignantly, "what about the yard? I can't do all this by myself."
"Call up that neighbor kid," Tom suggested.
"He'll help for a few bucks. What's his name? Oh, yeah, Sonny. See you later, hon."
Ginger stood fuming while Tom walked off with Stacy, who was practically rubbing against him and purring. Then she conquered her irritation and went inside to phone Sonny Jackson, a teenage neighbor boy who did odd jobs. There was no point in ruining her whole day with anger. She just hoped Stacy's sink was a real mess and that Tom had tons of problems with it!
Fifteen minutes later Sonny arrived to help. He'd turned sixteen that summer, and Ginger hadn't noticed till now how much he'd grown. He was a couple of inches taller than she was, his shoulders broadening, his strong young body taking on an adult appearance. He wasn't a bad-looking kid, with his thick black hair and ready smile. In fact Ginger bet there was quite a few girls at school who had the hots for Sonny.
"Morning, Mrs. Davis," the boy said politely. "What do we do first?"
"Sonny, after all the years you ye worked for us, you can call me Ginger," she said warmly. "We'll start by pruning that pear tree at the back of the lot."
"Okay, Ginger," Sonny said with a grin.
He really was a nice kid. And this summer he was more than nice. Ginger had to admit that something about the boy really turned her on. As he climbed high into the pear tree, she couldn't help admiring his lithe young body, and she found her eyes straying to the obvious lump of his crotch. A boy this young might very well have a man-size cock.
Ginger, come off it, she told herself. Surely she wasn't so hard up that she could get horny for the neighbor kid, who was nearly ten years younger than she was. Yet she couldn't stop thinking of sex, cocks, fucking, the whole time she worked with Sonny. She seemed to have sex on the brain. Obviously Tom wasn't taking care of her in bed.
Around noon it started to get very hot, and Ginger said, "Let's take a break, Sonny, and have some lemonade by the pool."
"Sounds neat," Sonny said, climbing out of the pear tree and wiping his forehead. "Man, it's gonna be a scorcher. I'm soaked through."
"Take off your shirt and let it dry," Ginger suggested as they strolled over to the pool.
"Good idea," said Sonny.
He took off his sweat-soaked t-shirt and spread it out on the hot concrete by the pool. He didn't have a hair on his chest yet, but his chest was strong and tanned, his arm muscles well-defined. Again Ginger felt a little burst of horny interest – and hurried into the house to get the lemonade. My God, what was the matter with her, leeching for a mere teenager?
When she returned, Sonny was sitting at the edge of the pool dangling his feet in the water. "A swim would really be great," he said wistfully.
"GO ahead," said Ginger. "I'll get you a pair of Tom's trunks."
"Aw, don't bother," Sonny said. "Ill just skinny dip. With that hedge around the place, nobody'll notice."
Ginger's face flamed. She supposed she shouldn't be so uptight and old-fashioned, but the idea of the neighbor boy swimming naked in their pool really embarrassed and shocked her. Before she could speak or even turn away, Sonny was standing, unzipping the fly of his jeans.
"Sonny," she said nervously.
"Why don't you join me?" he said. "I bet you could use a swim, too."
He opened his jeans and let them fall. He wasn't wearing any shorts. Ginger, blushing furiously, found herself gawking at the kid's cock. He had a small bush of brown curls, dangling rosy-red balls, and a pale limp dick which was clearly adult-size. Ginger just couldn't stop staring.
Sonny's handsome clean white cock waggled gaily as he stepped out of his jeans, and his pretty red nut sacs flapped and bounced. Ginger felt a rush of hot horny juice in her pussy. Sonny turned to dive into the pool, and her hungry eyes locked onto the tightly-muscled rows of his small trim ass. Another flood of hot cunt juice nearly soaked through her shorts.
"Here goes," Sonny cried.
He dived cleanly into the water and came up laughing. "Hey, it's great," he called. "You oughta come in, Ginger."
"All right," she said hoarsely. "I will."
It was high time she got over her ridiculous modesty. There was nothing evil or dirty about the naked human body. She had no reason to be ashamed of taking her clothes off. She could be just as natural and casual about it as Sonny. Ginger told herself all these things as she began to undress but she still couldn't stop blushing.
Sonny swam several laps, apparently wrapped up in what he was doing, but in fact he kept taking pecks at Ginger when she wasn't looking. Christ, she was beautiful. He'd had a crush on her ever since he was twelve. To Sonny, Ginger Davis was the mast beautiful and desirable woman in the whole world.
And now he'd get to see her naked.
Ginger kicked off her sandals and then more hesitantly untied her skimpy cotton halter and drew it away from her big pointed tits. Her gorgeous breasts, the size and shape of large grapefruits, tumbled from their confinement and assumed their natural uplift. Sonny secretly ogled those fantastic creamy-pale boobs with their dainty pink nipples, and he got so excited, he swam into the wall of the pool.
"Oh, Christ," he muttered, rubbing his head. He quickly resumed swimming his laps, not wanting Ginger to know he'd been peeking at her.
Ginger started lowering her skin-tight shorts, her face beet red. She was determined to overcome her ridiculous modesty about her body, but after twenty-five years of old-fashioned prudery, it wasn't easy. She finally got the shorts off and stood there wearing only a tiny pair of pink bikini panties.
By this time Sonny was having trouble remembering when to breathe, and he damned near swallowed half the pool. But he managed to keep on swimming, to act casual and uninterested, as the statuesque redhead began tugging down her panties. Sonny wasn't without experience, being the most popular with the girls at school, but Ginger was just out of their league, so stunningly gorgeous he could hardly believe she was real. She was more like a giant doll or something put of his fantasies.
Ginger blushed deeply as she slowly lowered her panties. Once she thought for sure that Sonny had taken a glance at her, but she told herself that was only natural. She'd looked at him, hadn't she? Forcing herself to be bold, she jerked her panties down fast, revealing the flame-red triangle of her bush. In her nervousness she almost tripped stepping out of her panties, her big breasts wobbling crazily. Then she rushed to the edge of the pool and dived in.
Meanwhile Sonny had had to grab the side of the pool and just hang there to get his breath back and control his horny panting. He'd never seen anything so incredibly sexy as Ginger standing stark naked at the edge of the pool, gorgeous big breasts painting straight ahead, little orange muff fully revealing the pout of her mons.
"Oh, man," he moaned softly, "I gotta watch it."
But it was too much to ask himself not to look. Ginger started doing laps, and he had to gawk each time she turned to breathe and one big shining white tit emerged from the water. He couldn't help thinking that he'd had a few girls, but they were just ordinary girls, and that balling Ginger would be like having a Goddess.
But that was ridiculous. Mrs. Ginger Davis, a respectable housewife in her twenties, wouldn't have any interest in a teenage boy. She probably thought of him as just a funny little kid. He'd have to content himself with just looking.
Meanwhile Ginger was doing her share of peeking. Each time she passed Sonny in her laps, she glanced down into the clear water and saw the blurred outline of his brown bush, rosy floating balls, and pale waving prick. She wandered if Sonny felt any attraction for her at all. No, probably not. She probably seemed old and used-up to a boy his age. But at least she could look.
Ginger finally grabbed the side of the pool to rest, and Sonny swam over to her as casually as possible and rested within a foot of her. Those super boobs were floating just under the surface of the water, pretty pink nipples pointed and hard. Lower down he could just make out the wet red curls of her muff.
"The water sure feels great, doesn't it?" he said, managing not to stutter.
"Ummmm, yes," Ginger sighed. "I'm glad you thought of having a swim."
She surprised herself by not stuttering, too. Sonny was so close to her, young and clean and naked and sexy as hell. She snuck glances at his milky-white limp cock as it floated on the current. She wondered how big it would be if it was hard – then told herself to stop being a dirty old woman.
"Hold still," Sonny suddenly commanded. "There's a big old bug caught in your hair. I'll get it."
"Oh, yucch," Ginger gasped, "please do."
Thank God for that bug. It allowed Sonny to move right over against her as he fished in her long red hair and extracted the struggling insect. Her big firm breasts flattened slightly against his chest, the nipples hard and tickling. Even better, he felt his free-floating peter come up against her wet silky bush and press there. He wished it was hard, slipping between her thighs, rubbing her cunt.
In fact it was a miracle he didn't have a cock-stand already. He seemed to have them all the time. Maybe he was just nervous with this fantastically attractive older woman. Anyhow, he was glad his prick hadn't embarrassed him yet. She'd probably have a fit if he went hard against her.
Ginger was close to panting with excitement as she felt her naked sensitive tits against the boy's hard chest, felt his soft tickling cock nestling against her soaked muff and pressing the swelling of her mons. Oh, God, how she wished his prick was rock-hard and pushing into her. Those thoughts were terribly wicked, but she couldn't help it.
"There," Sonny said hoarsely, tossing the bug up in the air where it flew away. He didn't move, still pressed against Ginger's sleek curvy body.
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.
"Ohhhhhh, Sonny, darling, you're bringing me off," she groaned, "Ooooooo!"
Dizzily she heard Sonny give a yelp of pleasure and saw his purple swollen prick-head shooting jets of jism into the air. She felt his pumping cock going into spasms in her fist as he came.
Then from beyond the hedge, they heard Tom calling, "Ginger? I'm back. Where are you, honey?"
No two people had ever dressed faster, Ginger was sure of that. She and Sonny were sitting beside the pool fully clothed and innocently drinking lemonade when Tom strolled into the yard. Ginger's heart pounded with excitement and guilt. That little romp with Sonny had been so much fun, but she'd almost been unfaithful to the husband she loved.
"Hi, honey," she said brightly, "did you get Stacy's sink fixed?"
Tom had a strange look on his face, a kind of dopey smile. "Huh?" he said. "Sink. Oh, yeah. Yeah, I did. What's for dinner?"
"I haven't decided yet," Ginger said. "I'll be right in."
She and Sonny exchanged lingering glances, and she could toil that the boy wanted to be invited back again – not for yard work, either. But Ginger didn't say anything. She was feeling overcome with guilt, anxious to be with Tom, and she hurried into the house.