On Sunday afternoon Ginger and Tom started working on their back yard, neither of them saying much. Both were filled with guilt over their little adventures of Saturday, yet they couldn't get their new partners out of their minds. Tom kept thinking of Stacy's little yet curvy body and how he'd passed up the chance to ball her. Ginger kept thinking of Sonny's handsome erect cock and how she'd refused it out of loyalty to Tom.
"Did Sonny get that tree pretty well pruned yesterday?" Tom asked.
"Yes," said Ginger, "but that's ail he had time for. We've got a full day ahead of us cleaning up this yard."
"Okay," Tom said, "I'll get the rake and – oh, here comes Stacy."
Ginger looked up and glared. Sure enough, that brazen blonde divorcee was crossing from her yard to theirs, a big smile on her face, wiggling her ass like crazy. Stacy didn't even look, at Ginger. She had eyes only for Tom as she walked into their yard wearing skin-tight pink shorts and a matching jersey that hugged her pretty bouncing breasts.
"Oh, there you are," she cooed. "I need you again, Tom. I've got some very heavy furniture to move, and I just can't lift it alone."
"Now, wait a minute," Ginger began.
But Tom interrupted her. "I'll be right over, Stacy," he said eagerly. "Glad to help."
"Tom," Ginger said angrily, "what about our yard? You didn't get to it yesterday."
Tom shrugged and said absently, "Oh, get Sonny again, hon. He can do the work."
As he walked off with Stacy, Ginger suppressed the urge to brain them both with her shovel. Of all the nerve! That wanton bitch had no right to come over here and steal Tom from right under Ginger's nose. And Tom was acting like a sap, that stupid smile on his face again as he accompanied Stacy to her house.
"Well, to hell with him, then!" Ginger sputtered.
She'd manage all right with Sonny. In fact she'd manage damn well. If Tom could treat her like this, then she just might repeat some of those little games she and Sonny had played. It wasn't as if she was sneaking around to do it, either. Tom himself had told her to hire Sonny.
Still frowning, Ginger marched into the house and called Sonny. He said he'd be right over, and it seemed like she'd hardly hung up the phone before he was vaulting the hedge and standing before her with an eager smile. Ginger felt a rush of excitement, but she told herself to watch it. She was only going to fool around a little, not commit adultery.
"Hi, Ginger," Sonny said. "I'm sure glad you asked me to work again. I was afraid you were be mad about yesterday."
Ginger blushed and said quickly, "Let's just forget about that, okay, Sonny? We made a mistake, but it won't happen again. Now let's get to work on this yard."
"Okay," Sonny said, trying to hide his disappointment.
He'd spent practically the whole damned night jacking off and thinking of Ginger. After his amazing success with her yesterday, he'd hoped she'd want to take up where they left off, maybe even ball. He should have known better. She was a respectable married woman, not interested in having an affair with the neighbor kid.
Still he found it hard to keep his eyes off her as they worked. Ginger was wearing a skimpy pair of blue shorts that hugged her round little butt checks emphasized its crease. She had on one of Tom's t-shirts, too big for her, apparently trying to hide her big breasts, but the material was almost sheer and Sonny could see through to her little lace bra. It was agonizing to work beside her and not, be able to touch her.
Ginger meanwhile was having trouble keeping her eyes – and hands – off Sonny. He was wearing the same tight jeans, and she could see the soft lump of his crotch. He took off his shirt to work, showing his hard tan chest and rippling arm muscles. Ginger knew that if she hadn't been married, she'd have said to hell with yard work and just gotten it on with this sexy young guy.
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.
"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.