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Summer Fun
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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.
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