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               billteri.txt
                          SUMMER FUN

PROLOGUE

   Bill was not only a good electrical engineer but he was rapidly

approaching burnout. For six years he'd given the company his life -

and now he realized that they didn't care. At the end of a long

Memorial Day weekend, he decided to take the accumulated vacation and

relax until September.



   A few weeks later, Bill out went with a longtime buddy. Frank owned

a successful landscaping and grounds maintenance company that catered

to the rich. After the second rounds of drinks in the third bar, Bill

mentioned how bored he'd become.


   "Why not come work with me for the rest of the summer? There's more

than I can handle and I need another supervisor I can trust."



   "Well, I don't want to lock myself into anything right now. After

all, that's why I took the time off from work -  to relax."


   "Come on Bill! You know I wouldn't pressure you. If you felt like

walking. I wouldn't stop you. I really do need another supervisor and

you'd be doing me a favor. All you have to do run the crews and handle

the clients. It's easy work. You get a good tan, and there're plenty

of attractive women to keep your mind occupied.".



"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to try it for a few weeks anyway.

When do you want me to start?"



   "How about the day after tomorrow? It'll take that long for us to

sober up!"



   "Okay, Frank, you've got yourself a deal. Bartender! Another round

here, and make 'em doubles!"





I. WASH AND DRY



   It had been a month since Bill agreed to work for Frank. He still

remembered the 4:00am phone call reminding him to be at the office by

sunrise. It took him all of ten minutes to remember why he was

supposed to be there, but he was. In fact, he liked the work so much

that he's been there every day since. It was only a short time before

he realized he enjoyed working on the land, under the sun, raising a

healthy sweat. Sure, his muscles ached, but in a way that made him

feel good about himself.



   Bill's crew turned out to be a great bunch of people who knew their

jobs. He never had to worry about the six men and two women slacking

off or making mistakes. They were professional in every respect. They

were working the grounds of the richest people in the state and had

better be the best. Word travels fast amongst the elite. The egos that

lived in these mansions didn't forgive easily, nor did they tolerate

mishaps. They also rewarded good work in many ways.



   At the Hamilton house Bill discovered just how interesting some of

these families could be. A misty rain had fallen since early morning,

and mowing was impossible. Bill told Mrs. Hamilton that they'd come

back the next day, weather permitting, to complete the work. In the

meantime, they would prune shrubbery at the country club despite the

rain. She acknowledged his message and mentioned that she also was on

her way to the club for a bridge tournament. Bill was pleased; he

preferred to have the owner present when his crew was working. It

helped to avoid misunderstandings.



   After setting the crew to their pruning, Bill realized that they'd

left their tractor at the Hamilton's. He told John, his assistant,

that he'd get it and return shortly. Finding Mrs. Hamilton in the

lobby, Bill explained the oversight and she loaned him the key to the

gate. It was a spare, she said, and he was to leave it in the poolside

bungalow.


   A half-hour later, Bill had loaded the tractor onto the trailer in

what was now a drenching rain. Soaked, he entered the bungalow to

leave the key. He was surprised at the splendor of what he'd imagined

as a simple changing room: plush furniture; wet-bar; bedroom and a

small kitchen, and a marvelously complete bathroom. "If this is just

for changing clothes, I'm not sure I want to see the house itself!" he

said aloud.



   "And why not?" a voice responded.



   Startled, Bill turned towards the voice. Its owner  was about 20

and had a body for which Hugh Hefner would cheerfully have killed.

What really caught his attention, though, was her face. It was the

most innocent and angelic face he had ever seen. After his initial

shock wore off, he said. "And who are you?".



   "I'm Theresa Hamilton - Terri. Now, who are YOU and what are you

doing here?"



   "I'm Bill Powers, the landscaping supervisor. We left a tractor

behind this morning and your mother loaned me the gate key so that I

could come and get it. She told me to leave it in here when I was

through. Had I known someone was home, though, I wouldn't have

troubled her for the key."



   "I just got back from Hawaii this morning, apparently after

everyone had gone."



   "Well, Miss Hamilton, I'm sorry to have bothered you. If you'll

excuse me, I have to be on my way now."



   The vixen smiled coyly and offered; "You can't go out in that

storm. Besides you'll catch cold in all those wet clothes. Why don't

you wait until the rain lets? Besides, I could use the company."



"I'm not sure that's a good idea Miss Hamilton." Bill hoped she

would argue the point.



   "Please. My friends call me Terri."



   "Okay, Terri. I have a crew at the country club who expect me back.

We have work to do whether it's raining or not. In fact, some things

are easier in the rain."



   "I do understand, but I was just getting ready to start lunch.

Won't you at least stay and eat with me? We can throw your clothes in

the dryer while we eat."



   "That does sound too good to pass up."

   "All right. Take your clothes off in the bedroom; there's a robe in

the closet. I hope you like pasta, that's what we're having for

lunch."


   "Sounds good! I'll be right back." Bill entered the bedroom and

closed the door. While undressing, he considered the situation and

thought that mixing business with pleasure could be a mistake. It

could be that Terri is just a friendly person and if he made a move he

could jeopardize himself and Frank's business. He decided to be on his

best behavior.



   Terri put his clothes in the dryer and returned to the kitchen to

finish preparing the meal. Bill felt a little self-conscious sitting

across from the beautiful young woman while wearing only a robe.



   Lunch was superb and the wine was good. Maybe a little too good, he

thought. He began to imagine the parts of Terri's body hidden by her

sparse outfit.



   After lunch they checked on Bill's clothes. Still wet.



   "Another 30 minutes should do it," Terri said, and led him to the

sofa. She sat beside him, closer than necessary.



   She talked of growing up and of some of places she had visited.

Responding, Bill spoke of his increasing distaste for engineering and

explained how he'd come to work for Frank. She turned to him as though

wanting to hear more clearly. Bill continued his story.



   The space between them narrowed and the warmth of her body bridged

the gap as easily as did the scent of her cologne. She looked directly

into his eyes.



   Bill was aroused and a bit embarrassed. He shifted, trying to hide

the growing bulge, but the slight movement served only to open the

robe and expose his cock.



   "My god! That's beautiful!" Terri gasped before he could apologize

or cover himself. Her hand encircled the warm shaft and she pressed

her lips against his. Bill's resistance was gone. He embraced her and

began exploring her with his tongue. First lips, then neck and finally

her ear where he paused to nibble the lobe. Terri had opened his robe

completely and was stroking his cock.



   Bill unbuttoned her blouse. As his mouth descended to her right

nipple, he thought that he had never seen breasts more perfectly

formed. He kissed the other nipple and Terri, still stroking his cock,

moaned in delight.



   Bill worked his way down her body. He removed her shorts and was

mildly surprised to find that she wore no panties. His tongue swirled

across her belly to the top of her pubic hair. He lifted her legs and

tongued his way along her thighs. When he reached the delicate skin

behind her knees, the flickering touch seemed to drive her wild. Terri

tried to draw his head to her pussy. Evading her grasping hands, Bill

continued down one leg and up the other. When he reached the top of

her thighs he breathed on her pussy. She moaned louder and begged him

to stop teasing.



   Bill dropped his lips to her inner thigh and caressed them on his

way up. When he finally reached her pussy, he reached out with his

tongue and tickled her. She moaned under the assault.



   His tongue split her pussy lips at the base and fluttered up toward

the clitoris. When he finally reached it, Terri had her first orgasm.

It was followed by two more in the moments that followed. Bill kept up

the stimulation until she motioned for him to stop. He kissed his way

up, across her breasts, until he was again nuzzling her neck.



   "God! You smell good!", he whispered.



   Terri rolled them over until she was on top.



   "Now, it's your turn to be teased!". She started much as he had,

kissing his ears and nibbling on his neck. She paid particular

attention to his nipples. Though women usually ignored this area, it

aroused him greatly. She worked her way down to his balls and took

each into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue. She studiously

avoided his cock. As her lips continued their ministry to his balls,

her hands found their way to his chest. She massaged him sensuously.

Then she raised her head, and with only her lips, slowly engulfed the

head of his cock. Terri used a slight suction and moved down its full

length, until the head was nestled deep in her throat. She held that

position for a moment, working her throat muscles around the intruder.

Bill cried out as her head bobbed up and down. Terri withdraw until

just the tip remained between her lips, then sucked it slowly in and

caressed it with swirling motions of her tongue until the head was

once again in her throat.



   This continued until she sensed Bill ready to come. When his balls

tightened, she would come to a complete stop and direct her attention

elsewhere until his cock lost it's iron-rod rigidity. Then, she would

start again. This went on for what seemed to be hours.



   Finally, Terri knelt astride Bill's torso. Her left hand guided his

cock to her pussy and she swirled down until she could take no more.

There was still an inch or two to go. They began a rhythmic motion and

were soon lost in sexual rhapsody.



   After a time, Bill sat up and they rolled over without missing a

stroke. As Bill moved his cock into her, they moaned and kissed. Terri

had just had her sixth orgasm of the day when Bill pulled out and

flipped her onto her stomach. She knew what he wanted and raised

herself so he could enter her from behind. As his member again entered

her vagina, she concentrated and tried to take it all. But Bill was

just too large for her.



   While she was feeling his internal massage, his fingers played her

clitoris like a harp. She felt herself rising to yet another orgasm

when Bill again pulled out, leaving her temporarily empty. He kissed

his way down her back and across her buttocks, found her vagina from

the rear and tongued her to completion.



   Terri collapsed, rolling onto her back. Bill knelt between her legs

and lifted them until her feet were over his shoulders.



   "Let's see if you can really take it all." She reached down and

guided his cock to her pussy. His cockhead parted the lips and

continued on until she had taken all but an inch of his cock.



   "Please! I want it all!"



   Bill started pumping and Terri traveled again the familiar road to

   orgasm. She was obsessed with taking all of Bill's penis. Just as she

started to come, she grabbed his buttocks and pulled with all her

might. Bill plunged the full length of his cock into her. Her eyes

widened with shock and delight as she felt him at her cervix.



   "Don't stop! Give me it to me! Shove it all inside me!"



   Bill, as eager as she, continued to piston his cock. He would pull

out until just the tip was between the lips and then plunge in until

his pubic hairs pressed against hers.



   He sensed that feeling growing in his loins and increased his

speed, tying to get even deeper into the beautiful woman who writhed

beneath him. His cock moved in and out rapidly. Then he felt it coming

and pushed against her.



   "Oh God. It feels so good. Come on Bill, come in me. Make me come.

Do it now!"



   She gasped when he spurted deep inside her.



   "Oh, yes! I feel it. More! Give me more!". When he was drained, he

lowered her legs and pumped a little more. They relaxed and soon fell

asleep, Bills penis still buried in Terri's snatch.



   Bill was awakened by a strange feeling. Upon opening his eyes, he

found his cock buried to the hilt in Terri's mouth.



   "I remembered that I hadn't had dessert yet," said Terri. She

attacked his now hard member with great fervor. He watched her head

bob and felt her lips tighten each time the head passed between them.

Her hands played with his balls. When she stopped, he rose to mount

her again.



   "I'm too sore," she said. "But there is another way."



   She lay with her head over the arm of the sofa and told Bill to

stand behind her. As she dropped her head back, it was perfectly

aligned with his penis. She reached for his cock and guided it between

her waiting lips. Bill let her orchestrate the movements for fear of

hurting her. It wasn't long before he found himself humping her warm

mouth. It was incredible! He could feel his cock enter her throat each

time and it was heavenly. Terri seemed as excited as he. Her hands

wrapped around his ass pulling him in deep each time. It was only a

short while before his cock again gushed. Terri tried to swallow it

all, but a few drops ran out the sides of her mouth. She kept sucking

and had soon milked Bill dry.


   To his surprise and her delight, his cock stayed hard and she

continued sucking until it was again as hard as iron. Terri then

turned around and presented her ass to him.



   "My mouth is tired and my pussy is sore, but we could try."



   "What are we waiting for?" Bill took a bottle of hand lotion from

the counter and poured some on Terri's cupped palm, then into his own.

He spread it across her back and ass and rubbed it in. Meanwhile she

was stroking his penis with lotion filled hands. They were soon

glistening and covered with the oil.



   Bill readied his cock and Terri slid back. A single stroke had him

buried in her pussy.



   "Oh! Deeper, Bill, deeper!" She loved it this way, doggy style. As

Bill pushed his cock in, she shoved back to meet him.



   Then Bill pulled out and raised his cock a little higher. Terri had

just started back when he pushed forward. Her eyes suddenly went wide

and before she knew what had happened, his penis was buried halfway

into her virgin ass. Tears ran down her face, but she did not ask him

to stop his assault.



   At first it was painful. Then, as Bill's fingers played with her

pussy and he plunged his cock deeper into her ass, she started to

enjoy it. Bill pushed deeper and deeper until she had again taken all

of him. The tempo increased as his balls slapped against her pussy and

she moaned in response. She came violently as his finger strummed her

clit. Then he came too, and she felt him shoot deep inside her bowels.

It gave her a warm, sexy feeling.



   They showered together, revelling in the soapy touch of hand and

body on body and hand until the soap slipped from Terri's hand. She

spread her feet a shoulder-width and bent stiff legged to retrieve it.

Bill watched the warm water course the crack of her ass, rinse lather

from her pussy and stream from the tendrils of her pubic hair. His

hand followed the water and disappeared.



   "Don't move." Still behind her, Bill dropped to the floor and lay

supine with his head between her feet. His gaze moved over pussy and

belly and breast to her soft eyes.



   "Come on down," he said. "The water's fine."



   Wordless, Terri straightened her back and bent her knees. Bill

cupped the descending buttocks, shepherding her pussy to his waiting

mouth. She cried after the final orgasm of the day.



   Tucking in his shirt tail, Bill asked if she'd join him for dinner.



   "No. Thank you, but no. My parents would disown me if I dated a man

who worked for them. But stop by when you're in the area. I'm sure we

can find a way to pass the time."


   Bill was not totally surprised. He kissed her and left for the

country club to rejoin his crew.