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 Teri

   Part I

   Like so many other college graduates I got a degree, but I couldn't find
a job.  So here I am working with my father in his roofing business.  My
dad has owned Herman's Rooftop Services forever.  Now that I'm working with
him he's changed the name to Herman & Son.  He says I'm a partner, but I've
yet to see the books or get anything more that a salary.  By the way, my
father's name isn't Herman.  He thought "Herman" sounded more like a
workingman's name than his own.  His real first name is Reggie.

   It's Saturday and we're working on a big commercial building.  We need
to finish the job my next Wednesday.  My Dad pulled me to the side away
from our crew, and told me that we didn't have any jobs lined up after we
finished this one.  The bad economy was about to take Herman & Son down the
toilet.  He gave me the address of a house needing some roof work, and told
me to go off and do the estimate.  "Come back with the job," he said, "even
if we have to take a small loss.  We need to keep the crew together and
working."

   When I arrived at the address, I found one of those big old Victorian
houses with a roof full of dormers, three stories high, and in bad need of
a paint job too.  I thought to myself that the owner could make a pretty
good buck renting the place for Halloween parties.

   As I reached the front door I found there wasn't a doorbell; just a big
brass knocker.  I banged the knocker a couple of times and waited. 
Nothing, not a sound.  I tried again with the same result.  I checked to
see if there was a phone number on the papers Dad had given me for the
estimate.  I found one and called it on my cell phone.  Quite often people
forget we're coming and go off shopping or to run an errand.  I call and
leave a message on their machine just to let them know that I've been
there, and I'll do the estimate and get back to them later.

   A woman answered on the second ring.  I told her who I was, where I was,
and I'd do the estimate and get back when she was home.  She replied that
she was in a room on the upper floor in the back and didn't hear my
knocking.  She asked if I needed her to accompany me while I was
estimating. I said I'd do the estimate alone, and knock again when I was
finished.

   I'm glad Dad has invested on laser measuring devices, and a calculator
with a built-in program, or I'd have been working on the estimate until
dark.  I'd never seen a roof with so many peaks and valleys.  Actually I
made three estimates; one for the roof, one for the soffits, and one for
gutters and downspouts.  I'd give her a quote for all three, and if the
owner balked at the price I could break it down into parts.  I also added
20% to the quote.  If there was to be haggling I had room to maneuver

   I noticed when I went back to knock on the front door, that it was a
very old style where the front door opened out instead of in.  I rapped the
brass knocker three times real hard, and waited.  I could hear someone
coming, and then an inner door being opened, probably an inside screen,
then the front door eased open.

   There stood the woman of the house dressed in a white terry robe, and as
she strained to hold the one door in and the front door out, her robe
opened.  "OOPS!" she said, stepped back into the house, retied her robe and
said, "please come in." Thinking back about the couple of seconds between
her robe opening and her tying it again, an awful lot raced through my
mind. First she was at least an 8 without makeup, second the leotard top
she was wearing under the robe was too sheer to hide anything, she had
splendid tits with what I've always called a Canadian bacon aureole with
nipples that could poke your eye out if you weren't careful.  Wash-board
abs, and had either shaved or waxed herself leaving only a one inch landing
strip above the valley of love.  Although her hair was blond, her bush was
a dark chestnut color.

   As I stepped into the house I noticed that my briefs had become a bit
snug in the crotch area.  I took a deep breath and told myself to act like
a professional.  Once inside I said, "If this isn't convenient right now
I'll be glad to come back when your husband is home."

   "I'm not married, and I'm the home owner," she said.  "I've made some
coffee.  Why don't we sit down and you can explain your estimate."

   There was a coffee pot and cups on a table in front of a small sofa. 
The kind I think they call a love seat.  I sat down and the woman sat down
right next to me.  I mean RIGHT NEXT TO ME.  She patted me on the thigh. 
Any closer up my leg and she'd have been jerking me off.  "Act like a
professional, act like you do this all the time, and stop sweating," I told
myself over and over during the next half hour as I went through the work
we would do, and the cost.

   As I spoke to her she stopped me several times and asked some very good
questions about the quality of the materials we'd use, how long the job
would take, how early we would start in the mornings, and other items like
those.  When I finished we sat looking at each other.  "Everything appears
satisfactory," she said as she stood up, "but first I'd like to be sure you
know how to use your tools."

   In what seemed to be one motion she dropped her robe to the floor,
unsnapped the crotch of her leotard and fell right on top of me with her
lips pressing against mine.  I gasped from surprise and my mouth opened. 
Her tongue was in my mouth in a flash, and I responded.  I reached down and
grabbed her ass.  Her butt cheeks were smooth and tight.  I fondled her
behind squeezing, patting, spanking and accidentally ran a finger over the
rosebud of her asshole.

   I was sure I fucked up a good thing when her body stiffened, and she
clenched my hand between her gluts.  She pulled aways from me, and I knew
she was about to tell me to leave her asshole alone, and get out of the
house.  But, all she did was whisper, "Not now...later."

   She hadn't wasted any time while I was running my hands all over her
ass. She opened my belt, unzipped my fly, reached under the waistband of my
briefs, and grabbed my cock.  She fell back on top of me stroking my dick,
and started kissing again.  Our kisses alternated hard and rough, and soft
and sensual.  The next time we came up for breath she laid her head on my
shoulder and began licking my ear lobe.  Shit that felt good.  "I love the
size of your cock," she said, "I can just get my hand around it.  Its fat
enough to fill up my cunt, but not so long that I can't get it all in my
mouth."

   She rolled off the love seat on to the floor pulling me along by my
cock. "Put it in," she said, "FUCK ME.  I need you to FUCK ME." Her snatch
was soaked, and I slid into her without the slightest resistance.

   "Come on, more.  I want more.  Jam your pole all the way in.  Screw the
living shit out of me."

   "Yes ma'am," I said, and started pounding on her as hard as I could. 
For the first time we were face to face, and I was looking directly into
her eyes.  They were steel gray, and told me she was a woman who got what
she wanted, and the way she was fucking me made it very clear what she
wanted.  I thought she was several years older then me, but looking at her
I realized she was around my age.  Early twenties, no older than
twenty-five at most.  This woman has had a lot of practice and was teaching
me something about fucking.

   She didn't wrap her legs around me like other girls had.  Her feet were
flat on the floor, and she used her leg strength to get her ass up in the
air.  She was swinging her hips from side to side, and up and down while I
was pushing my hard-on in and out of a very snug pussy.  She never shut up.
"Come on fuck me...give me more...I'm gonna twist you dick off...slap your
balls against my ass...hump, hump, hump...grab my tits...pull my
nipples...you're a good fuck...I'm going to need this a lot more today."

   She gasped between each of her little comments, and her chest began to
heave as though she couldn't catch her breath.  Suddenly her whole body
stiffened and her torso rose from the floor, just her feet and shoulders on
the ground.  Her cunt had a death grip on my shaft.  I couldn't pull out or
push in further.  Her mouth was wide open.  The gray eyes told me she was
in climax heaven.  Then all the breath came out of her lungs, and she
collapsed on the floor popping my cock out of her hole.

   I shifted my body position so I could enter her again.  As wet as she
was I had trouble finding what I was after.  Slowly she came back to earth.
"I've had great orgasms," she said, "but that was the very, very, very best
ever...keep fucking me."

   "I'm trying," I said, "but you've got your legs clamped together, and I
can't get in."

   "Sorry," she said as she spread her legs, and reached down to guide me
into her.  Her breath was still rapid, and a little pool of sweat was
forming between her tits.  We got into a rhythm and she began wiggling
trying to get her feet on the floor in order to push her ass in the air.  I
lifted my body up pushing myself into her so I wouldn't fall out as I
helped her get her legs in the position she wanted, and the fucking began
again.

   I been so busy concentrating on burying my cock in her, and trying not
to cum, that it took me awhile to realize that she relaxed the muscles in
her snatch when I went in and then tightened them as I pulled out.  She was
a human machine.  The bitch was milking me.

   "Don't dump your load in me," she said, "spill it all over my tummy and
breasts.  I want to see you shoot you cum."

   "You shouldn't have said that.  Now all I can think of is popping my
nuts all over you." Two or three more strokes and, "Here it comes," I
gasped as I pulled out.  She lifted her head and the first spurt looped
right over her body, and landed in her open mouth.  The second hit her chin
and bounced up into her nostril.

   All of a sudden I felt exhausted.  I collapsed on top of her.  My dick
landing on her tiny little bush still spewing cum.  She grabbed me by the
ears, and pulled my mouth to hers.  I'd never tasted cum before.  I didn't
particularly like it, but I didn't pull away either.  We kissed and lick at
each other until we both needed to stop for a slight rest.

   "I've never fucked I guy before without knowing his name," she said. 
"I'm Teri, with and I and only one R.  T-E-R-I.  And you are?"

   "I'm Bob, with two B's and one O.  B-O-B."

   "Well Bob, you've certainly made quite the mess.  Shooting that goo all
over my face and tummy, and tits."

   "Me?  You're the one who sprung a leak in her crotch.  My pants are
soaked with your juice, and there's a puddle on the floor." I rolled off
Teri, and we lay on our sides looking at each other with total bliss in our
eyes.

   "At least I took my clothes off.  You never even unbuttoned your shirt
and now its a mess from you laying on top of me.  If you're pants are as
wet as you claim, I guess you'll just have to strip off and I'll put them
in the washer."

   "And what am I going to wear while your washing my clothes?"

   "Nothing.  You'll just have to lie in bed with me under the covers to
keep warm.  I'll be naked too.  And, I've yet to try and get that thick
tool of yours in my mouth."

   "Speaking of tools, you said I'd get the roofing job once you were
satisfied that I knew how to uses mine.  Do you want to sign the contract?
Or do you require further demonstrations of my abilities?."

   "Oh you've got the job, and I'll sign the contract once we clean up. 
There are a few other projects, I'd like you to work on with me that will
probably take most of the weekend.  Are you free?"

   "As long as you like," I said.

   We got up and I followed her to the laundry room.  We stripped each
other.  That's not completely true, the only thing she had on was her
leotard, and that was pushed up under her arms, but I did pull it over her
head.  I got a really good feel for Teri, and she gave me a good feel too.

   Just as when she pulled me to the floor by my cock, she now took hold
and pulled me along to the bathroom.  Teri opened the stall shower turned
on the water and yanked me in with her.  As we washed each other I again
brushed her asshole with my finger, and again her body tensed, eyes closed,
she clung to me so she wouldn't fall and muttered, "Later."

   I held Teri close to me, and told her how lovely she was, and how lucky
I was to be with her, until she recovered her strength.  She looked at me,
and I could tell she was embarrassed.  She gently pushed me away and said,
"Let's get dried." Out of the shower Teri leaned against the wall, and
pointed to the linen closet.  I took two towels from the shelf, and began
to dry her body making sure I stayed away from her heine hole.  I wasn't
going there again until I knew what her response to a little goosing meant.

   Once she was dry, Teri wiped me down paying a great deal of attention to
my cock and balls.  As soon as I started to become erect she led me out of
the bathroom pulling me along as usual by my cock.  She instructed me to go
get the job estimate and bring it upstairs.  She was going to get in bed
and she'd sign it while she was resting in comfort.

   I went back to the coffee table where I had left the estimate.  It was a
mess.  Coffee had spilled from our banging into the table while we were
banging.  The floor had a mixed puddle of cum and pussy juice.  Teri's robe
was still on the floor so I used it to mop up as best I could.  I got my
paperwork and cell phone and headed for her bedroom dropping off the robe
in the laundry room on the way.

   When I reached the top of the stairs, I found myself in a long hallway
with several doors on each side.  Teri didn't say which door was her room.
I opened each door as I went down the hall, only to find an empty room,
with peeling wall paper and dust.  I began to wonder if I was in a haunted
house, and if Teri was really a three-hundred year-old witch.

   Opening the fourth door I saw Teri sitting in bed with the covers pulled
up under her tits.  She waved a pen in the air.  "I'm ready to sign," she
said and I moved next to her.  While she was signing I called my dad to
tell him I had gotten the job, and would be working with owner on
estimating some other work that needed to be done.  That made my Dad happy,
and was also my excuse for not returning to our job site that day.

   Teri signed the estimate while I was talking on the phone, placed it on
her night-table, and grabbed my dick.  This time she didn't try to lead me
anywhere.  This time she just led my dick to her mouth.  Its very difficult
to speak to some one on the phone when you're getting a blow-job, and even
harder when she sucks so much into her that her nose in your pubic hair and
the tip of her tongue is licking your balls.

   I hurriedly hung up on Dad.  Teri was doing wonderful thing to my cock
and balls, and she was beginning to work a finger into my poopchute.  She
was a great looking girl with a great body who did some amazing things with
her cunt and mouth, but I was getting tired of the bitch always trying to
be in control.

   I grabbed her by the ears, and pulled her off my shaft.  I pushed her by
the shoulders back into the bed, yanked the covers off her, took her by the
thighs and moved her ass to the edge of the mattress.  Down on my knees I
began lapping her love hole.  I love the taste of freshly washed snatch.

   Teri began making these nice sweet sounds that seemed to be coming from
somewhere deep inside her.  I think it was her pussy purring.  Teri was
really liking it.  I pushed her legs toward her shoulders and began running
my tongue over the back of her thighs, the inside of her thighs, the cheeks
of her ass, and the fold between her cut lips and her legs.  Finally I
buried my tongue in her cunt once again.  Then repeated the process.

   I lifted my head and blew my breath on her clit.  Teri's squirming told
me I was making her one happy woman.  I dropped my tongue to the base of
her spine and slowly lick and kissed my way up her ass crack; back and
forth.  When I reach her asshole I was about to rim her, but I recalled
what had happened the last two times I touched her little rosebud.  I
skipped over it and moved on.  Teri reached down and grabbed my hair
lifting my head away from sweetness.  "You missed a spot," she said, "I
thought you were going to rim me."

   I looked up at her.  Teri wore and expression of sexual want and the
need to be loved.  "Sweetie," I said, "the last two times I touched you in
that special place you almost fainted on me.  That's why I didn't kiss your
dark spot.  What's going on there?  Do you want to tell me?"

   Teri didn't reply right away.  I could tell she was considering what she
would tell me about her reaction to her asshole being tweaked.  I put two
fingers into her pussy, and flicked her clit with my thumb so she wouldn't
fall all the way off the sexual plateau she had been reaching.  Eventually
she said, "Climb up here in bed with me, hold me, and I'll tell you.  I
just need to feel that you care."

   Now it was my turn to take a minute, and think.  Did I care?  Or, was I
just here because I wanted to feel her cunt muscles get a death grip on my
penis again, or have her deep-throat me with the warmth of her mouth
surrounding my stiff shaft.  No!  I did care.  I wanted to make this woman
happy.  The idea of "soul mate" drifted through my brain.  Whatever it was,
I wanted this woman in my life.

   I got up from between her legs.  Picked her up off the bed and then laid
her down again in the middle of it.  I climbed in next to her and drew the
blanket over the two of us.

   "Can we spoon," Teri said, "I'd like to be behind you with my arms
around your chest.  I don't know if I can tell the story with you facing
me." I turned facing away from Teri while she wrapped her arms around me
and pulled our bodies close together.  Her nipples were like two hard
points pressing into my back.  As much as I wanted to hear her story, those
nipples were getting too much of my attention.  But my mind got back on
track when she began to speak very softly."

   "When I was a sophomore in college I was raped in my dorm," Teri began.
I was shocked.  I hated the word "rape," I hated rapists, I hated anyone
who even thought taking a girl against her will might be fun.  "Oh, Teri,
that's horrible.  I'm so sorry.  I hope I didn't do anything that brought
back what must be a horrible memory."

   "You'd better let me finish.  You did do something, but its not what you
think.  Please be quiet, and let me finish."

   Teri began again in a voice just more than a whisper.  In her second
year at college she had a new roommate named Gina.  To hear Teri tell it,
Gina was a monster.  Gina was over six-feet tall, Teri guessed her weight
at 180, and she was carrying that weight in all the right place.  Teri said
she was every guys dream for a night in the sack.  Except Gina was bi and
preferred girls.

   Gina talked Teri into sleeping together so Teri could try "it" just
once. Teri felt it was a satisfying experience, but told Gina it really
wasn't for her.  Gina respected her decision and kept all the bitch dikes
in the dorm away from Teri.  Nobody messed with Gina.

   At the end of mid-term week the "girls" in the dorm were celebrating
that the exams were over.  Most of them were drunk and doing each other in
the common room, the bathroom, the shower-room, everywhere.  Tina said she
was scared to death because Gina had to go home for a few day due to a
death in the family.  Teri locked the door and stayed in her room.

   Friday night she went to bed early with the idea that she would get up
before anyone else, and go to a hotel for the weekend until Gina got back.
Teri couldn't tell the exact time when a group of party girls broke into
her room and yanked her out of bed.  One of the girls said something like
"Your big Amazon mama ain't here to protect your cunt and mouth, and we're
going to put them to good use."

   Teri didn't know how many girls were in her room, but there were more
than enough to hold her down while they to turns sitting on her face and
bitting her tits and clit.  Whenever Teri struggled to get free they would
pull one hair at a time out of her pussy until she behaved.

   "OK, now its Maggie's turn," one girl said.  Maggie was the boss dyke
who had all the nice little lesbos scared to death of her.  Teri said
Maggie was wearing a huge strap-on cock that looked about the size of her
arm.

   Teri's arms and legs were pulled apart and held my Maggie's cohorts, and
Maggie shoved her phony dick into Teri's gaping pussy.  Teri's begged her
to stop, but Maggie just kept pounding away and laughed.  "I'm gonna fuck
you with this thing," said Maggie, "until you tell me how much you like it
or faint from the joy of getting fucked properly by a woman." There was
just no stopping Maggie, and she knew it.

   "Fuck her up the ass Maggie," one girl cried out.  "Up the ass, up the
ass, up the ass," everyone joined in until Maggie pulled out and her
minions pulled Teri's legs up toward her head to give Maggie's hard rubber
pole access to Teri's unwilling anus.

   Teri said she screamed as her virgin shit-hole was penetrated.  And, she
kept screaming until one girl plopped her cunt over Teri's face, and rubbed
her juice all over Teri's cheeks.  "I felt as thought I was being reamed
with a steel pipe," Teri told me, "and I knew I was bleeding.  So help me I
could smell my own blood.  It didn't last for long, or I don't think it did
because I lost consciousness."

   When Teri revived, she was alone on the floor of her room.  She was
bruised and bleeding, and she knew she need to get help.  She got dressed,
called a cab and went to the nearest hospital.  The nurse in the ER called
the police.  The police interviewed Teri.  The police arrested Maggie and
many of her friends.  And, last but not least Teri sued the college for
several million.  The college settled in order to avoid a scandal, and that
is how Teri got the money to buy this house that needs a new roof.

   "There is more to the story, but I don't want to got any further now,"
Teri said.  Her hold on me loosened, and I twisted my body around so I
could face her.  Teri's eyes were downcast as if she was ashamed and didn't
want to face me.  I kissed her on the forehead, then lifted her chin and
gave her the softest, sweetest kiss I could deliver.  We clung to each
other for a long while; kissing and doing everything possible to make her
know she was special to me without talking.

   In time we shifted apart.  I think we both wanted to look into each
other's eyes.  Hopefully she could see in mine that whatever had happened
to her in the past made no difference to me.  That I wanted her close to me
and me to her.  Finally I spoke, "That terrible woman.  What she did to you
is unforgivable.  It's no wonder that you went weak when I touched you in
that place." I didn't ask but I was wondering what she meant when I touched
her spot and she said, "Later"...Teri changed the subject.

   "Bob," Teri began, "do you remember the first time we met?" "I don't
recall having met you before today," I replied.  "It was in the grocery
store about a month ago.  I was trying to reach and item on the top shelf,
and you can by and got it down for me.  I thought to myself, 'I hope he
asks my name, or hangs around for a second,' but you didn't you just moved
on.  Obviously you don't remember, but I kept going back to that store
hoping I'd see you again.  Last week I saw you at a stop light.  You were
driving a truck with Herman & Son lettered on the side, and when I saw it
was a roofing company I made a note of the phone number on the truck, and
that's why you're here.

   "I deliberately came to the door with the robe and leotard on and
nothing else.  The robe popping open when I opened the door was an
accident, I actually wanted you to keep wondering what was under the robe
while we were discussing your estimate.  I wanted you this morning, and I
wasn't going to let you leave until I had you.  I don't believe in love at
first sight, but I sure believe in lust at first sight, and I've been
lusting for a month.  You're wrong about one thing.  When you touch my
anus, it doesn't bring back memories of that terrible night.  On that night
when I fainted it was because even with all the physical abuse and pain, I
fainted from having the most complete orgasm I've ever experienced.  My
body was tingling.  Every nerve was on fire.  I couldn't breathe.  My skin
was crawling with sensation.  There wasn't a single muscle in my body that
did contract, I wasn't on that floor being raped any longer I was someplace
else.  When you touched my back entrance I began to feel the climax again.
Not even one-tenth of what it was that night, but I did become weak.

   "What I need right now is for you to take that fat, rock-hard cock and
ease it into me, and then fuck me long and slow while he kisses me, licks
me, sucks my tits, and performs other devilish deeds to keep me cumming. 
When were both done, and need sustenance I want you to take me out to
dinner.  And,then later..."

   "Take you to dinner," I said, "Will that be our first date?"

   "No Bob it can't be a first date...I never fuck a guy on a first date."
   The End