Ray Todd: The nymph next door

A few minutes later as the man sprawled on the bed, recovering from his wild climax, Teri cuddled him against her soft naked body. The feeling of her bare soft flesh pressing against him caused his spent cock to give a slight lurch.

"Oh, you naughty man," Teri giggled; "You're getting another hard-on."

She once again began caressing his cock with a feather-like touch. Within a matter of seconds it had exploded into a big throbbing prick again, even harder than it had been.

"Oh, please fuck me, Gimp," she whispered. "I want to feel that beautiful big cock in my hot pussy."

"I just can't," he begged.

Reaching for his hand, she drew it down between her open thighs and gently inserted the tip of his middle finger into her juicy slit.

"See how nice my hot cunt feels," she whispered. "Push your finger way up in there and see how nice and big my cunt is."

Teri began squirming with delight as she felt his big, thick finger slithering deeper and deeper into her scalding-hot fuck-hole. The man was soon trembling with excitement as her slippery, hot cuntal walls sucked and squeezed around his deeply imbedded finger. Her hot, creamy cunt felt delicious to the man.

"God," she whispered, "wouldn't you just love to put your hard cock up into that hot hole. It's just dying to be fucked."

Grasping her tightly, he began excitedly plunging his finger in and out of her cunt.

When Susan Roberts left Teri and Gimp at the boathouse that morning, she was fuming with rage. No one had ever talked to her like that. She had never met a girl as vulgar and cheap as Teri Barker, and what made it wane was that the tamp obviously knew what had been going on between she and Gimp. She was trembling with rage as she prepared breakfast for Brad and Freddie.

"Where's Teri?" Brad asked as he started eating. "Is she still in bed."

"Yes," his mother snapped. "She's probably in bed, but not her own."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"She was hanging around the dock earlier this morning," she answered in a trembling voice. "Probably waiting to get fucked by those filthy boys from across the lake."

Brad stared at his mother in disbelief. He had never heard her use that word in his life, and it strangely excited him to hear her say it.

"Does Teri fuck?" Freddie piped up.

"Oh, shut up and eat," his mother shouted, getting up from the table.

"Does she?" Freddie repeated, looking at his big brother.

"No, of course not," Brad answered, watching his mother run up the stairs.

Entering her room, Susan threw herself onto the bed, breaking loose with violent sobs. She had never been so completely upset in her life and was unable to get control of herself. Her thoughts gradually turned to Gimp, and she suddenly realized that what she needed was a good fuck like only he could give her. Her tenseness seemed to evaporate as she thought of being held in Gimp's strong arms while his luscious big cock plowed into her trembling cunt.

She thought how nice it would be to have him row her over to the shack where they could have a nice uninterrupted fuck session. Her juicy cunt was creaming with excitement as she visualized his big gnarly pole filling her horny snatch.

Wanting to really turn the man on, she got up from the bed and slipped into a pair of brief bikini shorts and a very skimpy halter top. She had bought the daring shorts and bra two or three years ago but had never worn them because she decided they were too revealing far decency. The halter barely covered the top of her nipples and the low slung shorts revealed her belly button and smooth, flat stomach almost down to her crotch.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she knew that the outfit would really turn Gimp on, and that's what she wanted more than anything else. Slipping out of the house she hurried down to the dock.

Not seeing anyone around, she knocked on the door of the boathouse. When no one answered she went down on the docks to see if Gimp might be working on someone's boat. It was only as she was returning up the ramp that she noticed his old wooden rowboat was missing. That seemed strange to her, as he only used it when they slipped quietly over to the deserted shack.

Suddenly she had a strange feeling that Gimp had taken Teri over to their secret shack, but she rationalized that he wouldn't mess around with her. Yet Teri had been with Gimp when she'd last seen him that morning and the rowboat was gone.

Running back up the path to the house, she began calling for Brad. She had to know the truth and her older son was the only one that could help her. Susan was almost to the house when Brad stepped out onto the porch wearing a pair of cut-offs.

"What's the matter, Mom?" he called to her. "It's Teri," she lied. "I think she's in trouble." Brad's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw his mother in the lewdly brief shorts and halter. He had never realized what a sexy body she had. He was so shocked with her delicious appearance that he could hardly speak.

"What kind of trouble?" he finally stammered, unable to take his eyes away from her creamy soft body.

"I think those horrible boys have taken her to the shack," she sobbed.

"What shack?"

"There's an old cabin around the point," she stammered, "Where lots of monkey business goes on, and I think she's over there with them."

"With who?"

"Those horrible boys from across the lake," she explained.

"How can I help?" be asked, his eyes on the deep cleavage between her half-exposed breasts.

"Take me over in the beat," she begged. "We have to find her before it's too late."

"Okay," he answered as his mother turned and started walking back toward the lake.

Brad knew it wasn't right, but his cock began to tingle as he watched his mother's soft ass undulating in her tight shorts as he followed her down the path.

Over in the back, Teri was writhing in ecstasy as old Gimp plunged his finger in and out of her frothy slit.

"Oh, Gimp," she whimpered, "That fools so fuckin' good."

Teri grasped his cock, feeling the rubbery head nosing wetly in her palm, drops of seminal fluid oozing out of the nail opening. Locking her fingers tightly around the hardened shaft, she began skimming the thick foreskin up and down the lusty slab of hard male meat.

"Oooooh," she squealed with delight as his finger made contact with her quivering clit. The small button of trembling nerves was so hard and erect that the girl could hardly restrain from screaming with ecstasy.

Sucking and licking her cherry-hard nipples, Gimp continued exploring the juicy length of her open slit teasingly, be caressed the warm fishy lips of her cunt, his thick middle finger circling around the swollen clit as she squirmed and writhed against him.

"Oh, Gimp, baby," she whispered, frantically nibbling on his ugly scar. "That feels so fuckin' good."

Rapidly sliding the loose foreskin up and down over the man's massive shaft, Teri couldn't get over the size of his enormous cock. Her fingers couldn't possibly circle the sinewy stiffness of the hot, throbbing pole. The bloated cock-head was squeezed moistly in her clenched palm, sticky, hot seminal fluid oozing out between her fingers. She excitedly smoothed the warm, oily fluid around his glans and into the stretched folds of his foreskin.

The feel of the big slippery cock in her hands was driving Teri wild. She couldn't wait to feel it slithering up into her ripe, hot fuck-hole.

"Oh, Gimp," she sobbed. "Please fuck me! Please put it in me!"

When he didn't reply, she grasped his cock and rubbed his big sensitive glans against the soft juicy opening of her hot slit. "Please. Please," she begged. "Ram it in!"

No longer able to resist the delicious girl's pleas, Gimp poised his huge muscular body over hers. Teri could feel his muscles tensing with excitement as he lowered himself and pushed his brutally big cock-head up against her unyielding cunt. Reaching down with her fingers, Teri parted her cunt lips to aid in the penetration, but the massive cock was still unable to enter the girl's opening.