Tim and Jill

				Tim and Jill - The Beginning


				       Preface


	It would be fair to say that the first time Tim laid eyes on Jill, he
definitely did not fall in love with her. Now that we've got that out of the
way, what did cause Tim to settle down with this mousy product of a
dysfunctional family? How did Jill go about capturing the heart, not to mention
the mind and cock of this master of the short cut? Why would a man who managed
to graduate college without ever taking a final exam want to spend the rest of
his waking hours coping with one of the most naive human beings ever to draw
breath? Why would a man who could charm the panties off all but the most
dedicated adherents to the lesbian persuasion want to occupy the same bed with a
woman who at best was average in looks and had more hangups about sex than a
roomful of spinsters? To get the answers to these questions you'll have to wade
through the following chapters that cover that period when Tim was foot-loose
and fancy free and Jill was just loose, compliments of Tim's guidance and
advice. No, in case any of you are speculating that this will be another version
of Candide; nothing could be further from the truth.



					Chapter 1


	Tim Taylor had been invited to a sorority pledge event to check out the
new talent, or was it meat? He could never keep those two concepts straight.
Although not considered a scholar, he was still well-known for his talent for
cutting corners and doing things the easy way. It didn't hurt that he also was
quite well endowed in the only areas that counted in the dog eat dog world of
pussy pursuit, namely the impressive size of his cock and a line of bull that
left most females dazed and confused enough to become that kind of a girl even
as they were denying it. Tim was indeed a charmer.

	As was his wont, Tim consumed tremendous quantities of free beer and
scoped out the better looking members of the herd, marking those he intended to
cultivate in future times. After spending some time circulating, he decided to
visit the little boys' room downstairs in the basement. It was there that he
first set eyes on Jill Norton. The girl was naked and tightly tied to a large
block of wood with her head dangling over the edge. Just below her was a trough
that was acting as the men's urinal. He noticed that there were two enormous
vibrators churning away inside her lower orifices, and that her mouth was held
open with a fixture that must have been liberated from the dental school.

	However what really caught his eye was her hairy armpits and the wildest
bush he had ever seen. This babe had probably never used a razor in her entire
life. He sort of wondered what it might be like to go down on that jungle of
unruly hair, but quickly dismissed that thought as being too ugly to
contemplate.

	Three guests stood around the mousy brunette, directing their streams of
recycled beer into her open mouth. The pledge was trying her best to gargle with
the stuff, but so much was flowing into her, that she was lucky just to be able
to swallow most of it. Tim elbowed his way into the circle and jettisoned his
used beer on her bulging stomach, spraying it from bottom to top, before moving
down to give her eyes a good rinsing. He saw that they were taped open, a good
idea as far as he was concerned. It would be no fun to piss into her eyelids. He
also managed to shoot some of his yellow stream up her nostrils, bringing some
applause from the onlookers waiting their turn to drown the pledge in recycled
beer. When he was done, Tim zipped up and went about his business, leaving the
girl to the tender mercies of the line of guys waiting to use her as a urinal.

	The next day Tim got a call from one of the pledge mistresses who asked
him to meet with her to discuss a problem they were having with a pledge. Always
one to play the angles, Tim decided to go over and check the situation out. He
just knew that if he played his cards right there was some pussy to be had. He
was hoping the topic of the discussion might be one of the frosh that he had
identified as potential prey. Such was not the case, instead it turned out to be
Jill Norton, the daughter of retired general Nails Norton, one of the most
famous graduates of the college. When he inquired if she had attended the pledge
beer bust, he found out that he had already had a close encounter with her. Jill
was the one trying to avoid being drowned in used beer down in the basement. You
talk about your small world.

	Tim did his best to conceal his disappointment, after all that little
piss pot was definitely not his cup of anything. However he continued to
politely listen, feigning interest, when actually he was looking around for some
fresh meat. He nodded and mumbled something under his breath as he learned that
Jill's mother was also a member of the sorority, having held the posts of
sergeant at arms and pledge mistress during her days as an active member of Phi
Upsilon Kappa.

	A legend in her own right, the former Gwen Goodbody made no bones about
the fact that she went both ways and during her four years at the college had
bedded down with all the attractive lesbian sorority girls and nearly half the
male faculty, including their wives in many cases. It was even rumored that Gwen
had been the secret sex-slave lover of the Dean of Women. That got his
attention. Considering her blood lines, where had Jill gone wrong? His devious
mind began working as he focused on what the pledge mistress was saying.

	"Jill's not smart enough to be a nerd girl, and she's certainly lacks
the beauty and body that we look for in our sorority playgirls. We've got our
quota of top pledges that we really want, and some of them go both ways as well,
something else that Jill doesn't do either.  What we need is someone to take her
off our hands, so to speak."

	Tim let loose a series of little grunts as he addressed the problem and
tried to figure an angle that would solve the pledge mistress' dilemma. He had
been quite taken by her zaftig build in the past and knew that handling this
matter would also get him into position to handle her bountiful curves to his
heart's content. Tim was a simple man when it came to pussy; all he wanted was
to get as much of it as was humanly possible while he matriculated at the
college. He liked to use that word "matriculate", it made him feel smart, like
those nerdy college types that looked down on him unless they needed a favor,
such as him providing an easy lay for them from his famous Directory of
Depravity. Naturally this type of favor always required some kind of quid pro
quo, which was how Tim managed to avoid ever taking any kind of examination.

	Tim knew that his client would probably expect him to step up to the
plate on this one provided she delivered the goodies. However taking on Jill
Norton was the last option he would consider. The one before that option was to
leave college and become a monk. At that point he threw out a line to gauge the
seriousness of the situation. So he grunted and scratched his head before
asking, "Why not just kick her ass out onto the street and hope some sex-crazed
nerd will take her away?"

	The pledge mistress, her name was Sindy and at times she certainly lived
up to the first three letters of her name, heaved a sigh, causing Tim's lips to
quiver at the prospect of suctioning those big soft mounds until his face was
covered with cream. "No can do, her dad, the general is too well connected and
Gwen would have our heads. We need some way to make her leave voluntarily."
Tim's brow furrowed; based on what he had witnessed down in the basement of this
sorority, Jill wasn't about to go away easily. Then the light went on.

	He slapped his knee and grinned that crooked grin that had brought more
than one coed down to her knees. "I've got it! Turn her into the sorority fuck
pig. Volunteer her for every keg party on campus. Put her phone number on the
wall of every men's room in town, and make sure she answers every call. Tell her
its part of her initiation because she is being considered for a special, but
secret, sorority honor that even her mother never received. Tell her if she
fails, she can never become a full fledged member of Phi Upsilon Kappa." Tim had
often heard this sorority referred to as the fuck sorority, but never made the
connection to the Greek alphabet.

	Sindy's face broke into a huge smile. "Tim, you have saved my ass, and
as a reward you can have as much of it as you can handle on any night of your
choice this week."

	Tim grinned and grunted happily before upping the ante. "I'll be
expecting you and that hot little freshman friend of yours, what's her name
again?"

	Sindy blushed and shifted that curvy body to give Tim a glimpse of her
bikini panties as she answered, "Her name is Candy, Candy Sugartwat"

	Although somewhat distracted by the view of Sindy's plump pudenda
stretching the fabric of those brief bikinis he quickly replied, "I'll be
expecting you and Sugar, or is it Candy, over to my place no later than seven
sharp this evening. Rumor has it that your little buddy goes both ways. I want
to see you and her give me a good show before I nail both of you to the
mattress. Now don't tell me she doesn't do that kind of thing, I have photos
that seem to indicate that she does. In fact I'm going to pin them up to the
headboard to make her feel right at home." Sindy bowed her head and heaved
another sigh. The ever resourceful campus con man had struck again.

	Tim's off-campus digs were the stuff of legends. Three years ago he got
lucky and sublet the below street level efficiency apartment from a guy going
off on a trip to Europe for three months. The trip turned into a five year stay
in a Turkish prison as the result of some bad decisions the guy made. Tim's
little nook, also known to the movers and shakers on campus as "The Basement",
was the place to go at least once if a young girl aspired to be anybody of
importance on campus. Over the years it had become the place to sacrifice one's
virginity, a sort of rite of passage for the more daring and adventurous types,
especially those well endowed in body, but slightly lacking in brain cells,
Tim's lawful prey.

	The apartment, such as it was, consisted of one large room and a small
adjoining bathroom which usually reeked of stale piss and vomit. On occasion Tim
would con some gullible freshman girl to come in and clean up the mess in
exchange for a chance to become famous as one of his conquests. Tim had actually
made a stamp that he used to validate his sexual liaisons. Among his growing
collection of bedmates it was considered chic to have his fingerprint and a low
number imprinted on one's left ass cheek. Woe to those who attempted to
counterfeit this stamp, they were always ostracized from the in-crowd activities
once their dirty little forgery was exposed to black light. Tim had thought of
everything it seemed, even deliberately setting aside a bank of low numbers that
would be used for those future ladies who performed up to his high standards.

	The dominant piece of furniture in his room was the bed, a king-sized
affair covered in the finest sheets, blankets and coverings, compliments of his
many satisfied partners. This too had become a campus ritual and a most
profitable one at that. Tim received so many tokens of appreciation that he
never had to wash anything. In fact he had a thriving business selling these
rumpled signs of his sexual prowess as mementos to those who had assisted him in
these delightful endeavors. Above the headboard was the scoreboard, a chronicle
of his conquests, rated from one to five stars.

	Across from the bed was a large screen television set, a gift from one
of his admirers, a female professor who wanted to remain anonymous although she
had mussed the sheets with him quite often during his first year on campus.
Sitting next to the set was his video tape recorder, one of the newer models
given to him by the wife of the store owner for services rendered. Tim felt it
was a fair trade since she was on the wrong side of thirty. Privately he did
admit that she had a very well preserved body and had taught him one new trick
that aided him quite often in his bedroom battles.

	It was the collection of video tapes that was Tim's pride and joy. He
had dozens upon dozens of tapes of many of the hottest pieces of ass that had
occupied his bed. Most either were happily masturbating in anticipation of a
horsey ride on his giant cock, or giving him head in appreciation for a job well
done. There were also a small number of tapes capturing one of his partners
intimately entwined with a second participant, doing some sort of nasty and
novel thing with their tongues, fingers, mouths, and on rare occasions a
fist.These were the threesome tapes that he treasured above all. Tonight he
looked forward to the opportunity to add to this special category.

	To complete the decor there was a large refrigerator, always well
stocked with beer, next to a small table holding a hot plate and coffee maker.
The appliance had a story attached to it as well, but Tim could no longer
remember who sent it to him for services above and beyond the call of duty. The
two small windows that used to allow a few rays of light to enter this dark room
had been boarded up to prevent those consumed by curiosity from peeking in on
Tim as he went about his business of pleasuring the girls lucky enough to be
allowed entrance to his kingdom. His clothing was strewn around the room in
random fashion, along with numerous pieces of underwear left as mementos by
those delighted with his servicing.

	Promptly at seven o'clock the buzzer sounded. A few minutes later Tim
was sitting on the bed shooting some pictures as Sindy and Candy posed while
removing their clothing. Tim was delighted that they wore identical underwear, a
sign that they were a couple, at least until pledge season ended. Sindy's 38DDs
were spilling out of the sheer taupe colored fabric of her bra, the material
being stressed to its limit by her heavy melons. Candy in contrast was almost
boyish compared to her full figured companion.

	The frosh's pert tits bounced free of the bra, and she posed with hands
on hips, a big smile on her face. Tim waited until Sindy's awesome boobs escaped
from the confines of her bra. Then he posed the two with Candy reaching from
behind Sindy to heft her stupendous jugs in the palms of her hands. Next he had
Candy kneel on the bed and put her face to Sindy's crotch as it came into view.
It was smooth as a baby's behind, but the fat cunt lips and the prominent
clitoris that capped the top of her snatch gave proof that this was a cunt that
was made for eating and fucking. Between Candy's tongue and mouth and his hard
cock, that hot box would get all it could handle before this evening was done.

	Little Candy's pussy proved to be a revelation; she had let her pubic
hair grow. Miss Sugartwat was a natural blonde and proud to show off that fact.
Tim grunted his approval and got a nice shot of Sindy's tongue probing the
little blonde's coochie. He decided it was time to sample the merchandise and
instructed his two "dates" on how he wanted them arranged to get things off to a
fast start. Candy was assigned to hoover his cock into maximum  readiness while
Sindy was providing him a sample of her plump pussy. Tim had hardly gotten
started when Sindy let out a whoop and a holler, then shouted, "Where did you
learn to eat pussy like that?" Tim was too busy worming his tongue deeper into
her juicy hole to give her an answer. In all candor he never intended to reveal
to any living soul what he went through one summer at his maiden aunt's home on
the lake. It was there over a period of two weeks that she taught him the
rudiments of sex, her way, the hands-on approach. To this day he always wondered
how he ever survived that boot camp from hell.

	Things went very well for the threesome. Tim made a number of deposits
into both girls, including a monster load that flooded Sindy's bowels and made
little Candy gasp with amazement. She was still an anal virgin at that time. An
hour later Tim had her anal cherry posted on the scoreboard. Sindy was
everything that he wanted from a babe, she really knew how to move that big body
and doing her was like riding in a luxury car, smooth and comfortable. What
little Candy lacked in skill she made up for with enthusiasm and a flexible,
athletic, youthful, hard-body that her companion could not hope to match. To
Tim's way of judging these two made up a four star pair and it was duly noted on
the scoreboard right after he stamped their butts with his famous seal of
approval.

	There still was time for Tim to shoot some footage of the two girls
going at each other. He took out his trusty video camera, another gift from one
of his older fans, and proceeded to record this meeting for posterity. Sindy and
Candy put on a great show; it was obvious that this was not their first time
together. He caught Sindy's fast tongue lapping away at Candy's little starfish
as the young blonde held her cheeks wide to give her lover every opportunity to
tickle every square inch of that sensitive region. He got some great footage of
Sindy straining Candy's pubic hair in order to poke her tongue into that hot,
juicy hole that had steadily oozed cooze cream for the entire night the three of
them went at it. He even managed to record little Candy sucking part of his
monster load from Sindy's asshole and then the two of them taking turns
transferring it back and forth from each other's mouth. For the grand finale
Sindy noisily sucked up every drop of the by-now watery deposit from the
teenager's hard nippled tits.


				(To be continued)

			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 )

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