Tim and Jill - The Beginning
Chapter 2
As Tim was seeing Sindy and her lovely companion from his den of
iniquity he could have sworn he heard her say "What time should we drop off Jill
at your place tomorrow?" He grunted and gave her his little boy smile as he
replied, "I don't want to see hide nor hair of that loser until I've gotten her
properly lined up for at least a couple of all-nighters. So you just hold onto
her until I give you a ring."
"Tim Tyler, you promised to take Jill off our hands and as I interprete
your offer, it was to start once I paid tribute to you for your assistance. I do
believe that Candy and I have fulfilled the sorority's part of the bargain, now
it's your turn. When do you want us to drop Jill off?" Tim decided to try to
delay the inevitable until he could come up with some kind of an arrangement for
Jill starting tomorrow night. This was the kind of challenge that he loved to
accept. So Sindy had taken advantage of his generosity, so be it, he knew he
could work something out by end of day tomorrow. "I'll get back to you before
end of day tomorrow. I have a few phone calls to make first; trust me I won't
let you down." The look on Sindy's face did not give Tim a warm and fuzzy
feeling, but he ignored her scowl and ushered them out of his place, pinching
Candy's ass just because it was there and so round and firm.
Tim decided to sleep on the problem, especially since he was a bit
pooped from all the activities that had taken place on his bed of no regret,
where hundreds of young ladies had given it up just for the opportunity to
enhance their reputation on campus. The ones that Tim really liked were the
"echoes" as he called return engagements. Naturally only the choicest fillies
were allowed a second opportunity to meet the baloney pony and possibly improve
their rating.
The next morning Tim got busy making some phone calls. He first
approached the various fraternities that he had done business with in the past,
supplying, shall we say, "professional" entertainers or a bevy of naive frosh
who hadn't been pledged, but were still hopeful of making that special contact
that would put them on the right path to success and good fortune at college.
Alas, he discovered that there were no parties being planned for this evening,
not unexpected in view of the sorority rushes and the fact that it was midweek,
when most frats were engaged in planning for the serious parties that started
friday evening and continued unabated until the wee hours of monday morning.
Tim stewed over this little problem for a time and then the light bulb
went on and he excitedly dialed the one fraternity that he was positive would
jump at the chance to have a party this evening, the DOA guys,
Delta-Omicron-Alpha. Under normal circumstances, nerds were considered to be
social misfits, loners, losers, outcasts, unloved and perpetually horny. Many
sublimated this last mentioned characterisitc in such activities as fantasy
games, computers, studying, attending classes and self abuse. It was extremely
rare that nerds banded together in any form of social organization, but DOA was
proof that such anomalies did exist.
Very few students, and never any females unless they had lost their way
and their glasses as well, had ever ventured into the dark, forboding house that
was home to this strange band of nerds. Tim had done business with them on a few
occasions in the last two years, usually supplying them with porn videos, girlie
magazines and the like, in exchange for assistance in attending and passing the
various courses that Tim signed up for each semester. Thanks to their help he
was currently sporting a 3.9 out of 4 GPA. The substitute nerd who managed to
only get a B in one of Tim's classes was nearly ostracized fom the fraternity
for his misdeed.
Tim decided it was time to visit the DOA frat house and have a talk with
the head nerd, Waldo William Wimpton, who looked exactly like his name. He was
pale, pudgy, wore thick coke-bottle glasses, had acne, bad breath and attracted
flies and other winged and crawling denizens that were attracted by his strong
body odor and the crumbs that littered the nooks and crannies in his shapeless
three-piece suit that he wore year round. It was claimed that the only time he
ever removed it was for his monthly shower, an event eagerly awaited by most of
his fraternity brothers.
He was also the offspring of one of the more successful nerds ever to
attend this college. His dad had something to do with writing some neat computer
program that formed the basis of a mega-million dollar organization that he now
owned outright. His fame and wealth allowed him the right to reproduce and he
took full advantage of it, having sired eleven Wimptons, each one a male. Waldo
was the intellectual runt of the litter so to speak, but nature had compensated
him somewhat by endowing him with a penis that would be the envy of any porn
star in the business. This was a carefully guarded secret that few outside the
walls of DOA knew about, one of them being Tim.
The concept of a fraternity party was alien to the head nerd, but Tim
was a most persuasive salesman when he wished to be. He pointed out that no
other fraternity on campus would dare to throw a party during the middle of the
week, since that was the only time that any of them paid attention to the books.
He argued that once word got out about the new custom of DOA, it would attract
coeds like moths to a beacon. In fact Tim was willing to provide, free of
charge, one of the members of the Phi-Upsilon Kappa sorority to act as the
hostess for their inaugural midweek beer bust. Naturally Tim would also supply
the beer at his usual fee, less ten percent in recognition of the significance
of this event. He then sealed the deal by casually mentioning that Jill Norton
had a thing for frat men with large cocks, and she was dying to have him make
her a real woman. He watched in awe as this tent pole began poking out from the
folds of Waldo's trousers.
Sindy was delighted to hear from Tim and quite happy to deposit her
charge on his doorstep at the appointed time that evening. It was apparent, from
the giggle of relief she let out, that the news about Jill not returning to the
sorority house much before an hour or so before her first class tomorrow, was
just what the doctor ordered for Sindy's mental well-being. There were still
some twists and turns that had to be ironed out, but it seemed that Tim, as
usual, was going to deliver on his promise to take the girl off their hands.
While Tim awaited Jill's arrival, he checked his inventory to come up
with some kind of an outfit that might make Jill more palatable to the nerds.
Over the years Tim had received many tributes from his adoring harem of campus
social climbers. It was traditional that any lucky young lady who managed to
inveigle her way into Tim's bed of no regret left a token of her appreciation in
the form of a piece of her underwear. This was not valid for older women such as
teachers and the like, who were expected to express their gratitude in more
luxurious terms such as refrigerators, color TVs, etc.
Tim quickly became frustrated as he sifted through the pile of lingerie.
He didn't know Jill's bra size with any degree of accuracy, small and kind of
droopy was the best description he could come up with on short notice. Come to
think about it, he didn't have much of an idea about her ass either. All he
could remember, based on his one meeting, was her hairy armpits and a bush that
looked like a jungle. He wondered what the nerds would think about all that
hair, and then gave up wondering. They'd be too busy trying to find her cunt to
be deterred by a little bit of camouflage. Then it hit him, the perfect costume.
Why hadn't he thought about that one before now? It would be perfect!
In the time remaining before Sindy was to deliver Jill to his place, Tim
came up with the perfect wardrobe for his new campus moneymaker. Unfortunately
the nerds of DOA would not reap the same benefits as those who came afterwards,
but Tim was determined to do his best to see that these pioneers did receive
proper recognition for their trail blazing efforts.
In brief, Jill would be delivered to her customers stark naked, wrists
and ankles securely manacled, her mouth filled with a red rubber ball-gag. She
would be enclosed in her own personalized, padlocked body bag, the key attached
to the bag by a strip of Velcro. She would be returned in the same condition
except on her belly the name of the organization that had used her for the
evening or weekend, whatever it might be, would be inscribed in ink which could
only be removed by a special solvent known only to Tim. The inscription would
also include the number of customers serviced by this college Circe. Jill would
display this information to all and sundry until she was used by another
organization. Tim still hadn't decided what else to ink on her naked body, but
that matter would be determined before the next group of customers was
identified.
Sindy was a few minutes early for the delivery, not a surprise to Tim.
They exchanged the briefest of salutations and air kisses before this myopic,
shaggy creature stepped, or was shoved across his threshold. There she stood in
all her drabness, Jill Norton, soon to become a role model for the downtrodden
ladies on campus. Meanwhile Sindy blew him a kiss and escaped from the den of
iniquity as fast as her outstanding ass could move under the circumstances.
"O.K. Jill, that's your name, right? Now how about getting out of those
hand-me down clothes and let's see what you have to offer.... Oh my god, I'm
blinded! Please, have mercy on me, not so much so fast. It's not possible for my
eyes to take everything you have to offer into consideration all at the same
time!" Tim normally never lost his cool under any circumstances, but the
unvarnished sight of Jill Norton in the nude was more than he could handle on
such short notice. He stuttered and stammered as he instructed her to turn
around slowly so he could check out her caboose. As he feared, she was almost as
flat and droopy in back as she was in front. Worse yet, there were those
tendrils of black hair poking out from between her flat, saggy butt cheeks. This
was going to be a major challenge, one worthy of the master manipulator himself.
Tim could feel his competitive juices beginning to awaken. By gum, this was
going to be fun!
By the time the DOA folks arrived to carry off their guest of honor, she
was all packed and ready to go. Instead of the red rubber ball gag, Tim had
stuffed her mouth with a pair of ripe panties that he'd found marinating in the
hamper in what passed for his bathroom. He'd used duct tape to make sure they
wouldn't come out before her adoring fans wanted them to. He had managed to come
up with a pair of handcuffs left behind by one of his kinkier female visitors,
and he'd put them to good use, cuffing Jill's hands behind her back. A length of
scratchy rope had doubled as leg irons, and her personalized body transporter
was disguised as a laundry bag. The nerds were delighted and quickly carried her
away to their waiting car, stashing her in the trunk as he recommended.
A couple of hours later Tim checked in at the nerd fraternity house to
discover the beer bust to be in full swing. In the main room stood the keg and
surrounding it were about a dozen naked nerds, most of them sporting limp cocks.
He inquired about Jill's where-abouts and was directed to the basement where she
was holding court. It took him a moment or two to locate her; she was buried
beneath a pile of naked nerds who were fighting each other to get at their
prize. Currently she was being breached fore and aft by a pair of nerds who were
working in tandem, one pulling out as the other penetrated her. Jill looked like
a glazed donut, her face covered from brow to chin by a thick coating of nerd
cum. More of the same fluid was squishing from both her lower entrances as the
two nerds buffeted her relentlessly.
Tim worked the room checking on how everybody felt about the
entertainment he had provided, as well as the beer. He received enough positive
reviews to make him feel more comfortable about his little moneymaker. No one
seemed to notice that she was a bit deficient in the tit and ass department, and
as far as her appearance, most of them hadn't bothered to look that far unless
they were getting a blowjob. Satisfied that all was going well, Tim sought out
Waldo to get the view from the top.
Tim was directed to a room located on the upper floor of the the frat
house. It was there that he found the nerd leader, sitting in an overstuffed
chair masturbating to a porn film that was playing on his monitor. Waldo William
Wimpton looked very unhappy as he ignored his visitor and continued to stroke
the mammoth salami that doubled as his cock. Tim attempted to draw him out of
his strange reverie and discovered that the head nerd had been seduced by the
"beautous" Jill when he took her on before the rest of the DOA membership got
their opportunity. While he made her eyes cross and her pussy expand to its new
limits of elasticity, his faithful followers watched and cheered him on. He was
smitten by her charm, her beauty, her intelligence, but mostly by her tight
pussy that wrapped around his mighty cock like a coating of warm butter. Waldo
was suffering the pangs of his first love. Tim was floored.
What to do, what to do? Those three words rocketed around inside his
head as Tim tried to come up with something that would get Waldo out of this
funk. If word ever got out that Jill and he were an item, crazy as that might
sound, Tim's plans for her would come a-cropper in one big hurry. Tim decided to
take the bull by the horns and so he settled down in the flickering light from
the screen that was now showing this intellectually challenged, but silicone
enhanced, dyed blonde with black roots taking two cocks up her cunt, another in
her asshole while another pair of stiff dicks competed for the limited space in
her mouth. Waldo was just staring off into space still manipulating that
enormous mass of flesh that had to be at least thirteen inches long.
Tim talked and Waldo stroked. Tim talked some more and Waldo stroked
some more. Tim heaved a sigh and Waldo echoed him. Finally Tim leaned forward,
almost as if he was about to tell Waldo a secret, and told him a big fat lie.
Jill was suffering from a terminal disease and would be dead before the end of
the school year. Her dear mother had insisted that she spend her remaining days
as a member of her old sorority,which Jill was trying to do. However if word got
out about her budding relationship with the head of DOA she would be expelled
from the sorority, which would break her mother's heart and cause Jill to have
to leave school, since that was her sole reason for being here.
The story was so good that Tim found himself giving it some limited
credibility. Then to cinch the deal he was proposing, Tim guaranteed Waldo that
he would have access to Jill for some amount of time each week at a time and
place to be determined by Tim. "Half a pussy is better than none" he said
breathlessly in an attempt to stampede Waldo into accepting this agreement. Just
as three of the five dicks began to bury the contorted face of the big-boobed
bimbo in an avalanche of cum, Waldo wrung his pudgy hands and said he would do
it out of respect and love for Jill. Tim felt as if he had just avoided one of
those near death experiences. To throw the nerd leader a bone, Tim offered to
allow Jill to remain at the frat house for an extra two hours, giving Waldo
another opportunity to boff her if that was of interest to him. Waldo grinned
and said it was.
(To be continued )
