Ray Todd: The nymph next door

"Oh, sweet Jesus," he moaned, frantically tearing at her hair, pushing her mouth down tighter around his jerking cock. "I'm comin', baby, I'm comin' right in your fuckin' mouth!"

Her body shook with excitement when she tasted the deliciously warm fluid gushing against the back of her throat. Spurt after spurt of the thick jizz was squirting into her slurping mouth as she frantically sucked and swallow the tangy fluid. Her lips savagely locked around his squirting cock-head, she continued sucking until the last drop was drawn out.

"God, I love that," she whispered, releasing his cock and licking her lips to make sure she hadn't wasted a bit of the slippery cum.

"My God," he gasped as he sprawled back on the pass. "You're the wildest cock-sucker in the world."

"And I'm just a beginner," she giggled. "Wait till I really learn how."

"You're really something," Brad smiled.

"Sure," she teased. "The world's greatest cock-sucker."

From that night on, Teri thought of nothing but sucking cocks. Day and night, they were behind bushes, in the rage, hiding in a room, sitting parked in his car, always wrapped up in cock-sucking.

The following Saturday, Teri drove up to the lake with the Roberts. It was a rather long drive, but she really enjoyed it very much. Teri sat in the back seat between Brad and his brother, Freddie, who never shut his mouth the entire trip. Having taken the trip many times before, he eagerly pointed out everything. Driving over the crest of a pine-clustered ridge, the boy almost went crazy at the sight of the lake spread out below them.

"There it is!" Freddie squealed with excitement. "See Teri, there's the lake."

It was a beautiful sight and Teri was surprised that it was so big. The deep blue water was crisscrossed with white lines, the wakes from the dozens of boats that were scurrying across the surface. The lake was surrounded by high pine-covered mountains that seemed to reach up into the fleecy clouds that dotted the crisp blue sky.

Teri was surprised by the lavishness of their summer home. She had expected to find a cabin, but saw instead a two story building nestled on the side of a pine-covered bill. Large picture windows and terraces offend a panoramic view of the lake which was only about a hundred yards below the house.

Soon after their arrival, they were served a big lunch by the Swensens who had arrived two days earlier to open the house for the summer. The couple lived in the nearby town and were caretakers of the house in the off season and helped with the cooking and cleaning of the Roberts when the owners occupied it in the summer.

When they finished lunch, Brad couldn't wait to take Teri down to the lake and show her their boat.

"Gee," Teri giggled as they walked down the path to the water. "Look at all these trees we can hide behind while I suck you off."

"I hope well use every one before we leave," Brad laughed.

When they reached the lake, Teri was amazed at the number of docks and boats tied up. There were boats of every size and type.

"Which boat is yours?" Teri asked.

"We can't see it from here," Brad said. "It's on the other side of the boathouse."

Glancing in the direction of the boathouse, Teri's attention was drawn to a huge man standing on the porch. She had never seen such a giant of a man in her life and he loomed bigger and bigger as they approached him.

"Who's that?" asked Teri.

"That's Gimp," he answered. "He takes care of the docks and boats for us."

Teri stared at him as they drew nearer. He was stripped to the waist, exposing his massive torso and arms that were as big as most men's thighs. His head and chest were covered with thick black hair, and his skin was tanned almost as dark as mahogany.

"Hi, Gimp," Brad called as they walked up to him.

"Well, if it ain't Brad," the giant greeted him with a big smile. "When did you get here?"

"Just arrived. Gimp, my friend, Teri. She's gonna be staying with us for a while."

"Howdy, Miss Teri," he smiled. "Hope you enjoy your stay."

"Thank you," the girl answered, noticing the big ugly scar on his cheek that gave his face a vicious appearance when he wasn't smiling.

"How's the boat?" Brad asked.

"Finished tuning it up yesterday," Gimp mumbled, stepping down from the porch. "It's running like a clock."

Following Gimp down the dock, Teri was surprised to see him dragging his crippled left foot.

She knew now why he was known as Gimp.

The Roberts' boat was a twenty foot inboard, designed for skiing. Brad got in and turned the motor on and raced the engine a few times.

"That sum sounds cool," he culled at Gimp. "I think we'll go up and change and then take her for a spin."

Walking back up toward the cabin, Teri turned to Brad. "God, but that man is huge."

"And strong as a bull," Brad laughed.

"How was he crippled?" she asked.

"Gosh, I don't know. He's been like that ever since I've known him."

"How long is that?"

"Hell, I was just a kid when we first came to the lake," Brad answered. "And he was here then."

When they got to the house, they quickly changed into swim suits. Just as they were leaving the house to return to the boat, Freddie came running after them.

"Can I come?" he eagerly asked.

"I guess so," Brad answered after a long nervous silence. He had been looking forward to a neat blow-job on the boat, but he knew it wouldn't be fair to leave the boy behind.

The whale group enjoyed the weekend of boating, swimming and loafing, but when Sunday afternoon arrived, Tracy Roberts was anxious to get back to town. As usual, Susan hadn't been in the mood for sex, and he was eager to see Laura. From the first time they'd moved into their house, Tracy had been sexually drawn to the beautiful redhead next door. Until now, it had only been a matter of a few quick kisses and feels, but tonight he would have her naked body in his arms for the first time.

It was about nine that evening when he walked up the steps to his deserted house. He rushed into the bathroom to take a piss, and then dialed Laura.

"Hi, honey," she answered on the first ring. "I just heard you drive in. God, I've been nervous waiting for you."

"Can I come over?" he asked.

"Jesus, yes," she giggled. "I'm so fuckin' horny I can't stand it much longer. The front door is open, so just walk in. I'll be waiting in my room and you'd better have your cock out when you walk through the door 'cause my cunt's ready for it."

Walking up the stairs to Laura's room, Tracy's hard cock was throbbing violently in his pants. He wondered if he should take it out as Laura had suggested, but decided against it.

Opening the door, Tracy was greeted by the wildest sight he had ever seen. Laura was sprawled stark naked in a large arm chair that faced him. Sitting slouched back, she had a leg thrown over each arm, her red-fringed slit blatantly exposed between her lewdly spread thighs. She was sensuously squeezing her big, swollen nipples.

"Hi, stud," she smiled in a throaty whisper. "This is someone I've wanted you to meet for a long time."

Tracy stared at her gorgeous naked body, unable to believe his eyes.

"Honey," she continued, reaching down and lightly touching the open lips of her wet, slippery cunt. "This is Ginger."

"How do you do, Ginger," he addressed her cunt. "Does Ginger snap?"

"You better believe it, honey," slit whispered. "Just put something in her and you'll soon find out."

Tracy quickly dropped to his knees in front of the chair, his eyes only inches away from Laura's delicious pussy. Laura's cunt partially opened by the position of her legs, Tracy could see the shimmering beads of pussy juice glistening against her soft pink inner flesh.

"Ginger is certainly beautiful," he gasped, his body trembling with excitement.