The Trials and Tribulations of Tim
Chapter 10
Abstract: It takes a bit of doing, but all the guests of honor as well as the
invitees to Wild Weekend II are finally assembled and the fun begins. Tim's
brother starts hitting on Brad, or is it Brenda? Meanwhile Al is giving Jill
some much deserved payback, a very relaxed and nearly naked Penny Pence is
enjoying some herbal tea in Wilson's parlor, and the Meitster clan has joined
the party by showering Jill with streams of liquid affection, as Al looks on and
fantasizes. These are some, but not all of the highlights of this little section
of the story.
The invitations went out on schedule and those who had attended Jill's
first party were quick to respond, a one hundred percent acceptance return. Like
that first wild weekend affair, this too was planned to begin Friday evening
whenever and run uninterrupted until Sunday evening whenever. Those who were
first timers took a bit more time to reply, but after a follow-up call from
Wilson, those undecided unanimously declared their intentions of attending. As
before, every attempt was made to stagger the attendance, and two days before
the party, Wilson and Tim sat down and hashed out the invitees list, assigning
slots to those who had not declared for a specific time period. Wilson convinced
Tim that it would not be a good idea to stamp the hands of those attending,
since they did have a lot more room available than for the initial get-together.
Thanks to the good offices of Miss Penny Pence, she would be personally
escorting Jill and Nana to the party and staying for the entire time as Wilson's
personal guest. Al had screwed up his courage and invited Candi Dandi to be his
date for the affair. It looked as if this was going to be one wing-ding of a
hoedown to paraphrase Wilson. On the day prior, Tim went to see Jill and Nana to
assess their ability to take on major roles in this "revengefest". To his
surprise and delight he found that the doctors had jerry rigged a harness that
would protect Jill's battered boobs from any further damage. Naturally the first
thing Tim planned to do once Jill was back at home, was to get rid of it and let
what passed for her boobs hang out for the edification and amusement of those
into such things as scarred, crepe-like breasts in various colorations. In the
case of Nana, she would be in the capable hands of Wilson which meant that the
staples and artificial skin holding most of her upper torso together would be
eliminated or modified to suit his particular needs.
There was still one fly in the ointment, and it was a big one. Brad, or
was it now Brenda, still remained a virtual captive at the university. The good
professors and doctors in the Human Physiology department kept insisting that
Brad would be released in plenty of time to attend his or her "coming out"
party, but as of now they were unable to provide the toolman with a firm date
for his release. This was beginning to eat at Tim, and so he brought the matter
up to his partner Wilson, expecting him to pick up the phone and immediately
bring this to some kind of closure. Such was not the case; the department
effectively stonewalled his neighbor, who seemed not to mind in the slightest.
However the next day the department was swept by an outbreak of a disease that
was native to of all places, Uganda! The symptoms featured flatulence,
dysentery, boils and the overwelming desire to consume grass.
The following day the local television station was showing clips of
faculty members congregating on the lawn of the university stuffing their faces
with clumps of grass while leaving trails of fecal matter in their wake. That
afternoon Wilson had a heart to heart talk with Professor Tighttwat, who at the
time was seated on the toilet evacuating her bowels for the umpteenth time and
desperately pleading over her cell phone for him to do something about lifting
the spell or curse he had put on the department. Not only did she promise to
have "Brenda" released that very day, she also threw in her personal services
and that of her student assistant, the ever exciting and accommodating Melissa
Poontang, in exchange for his help in ending this affliction that had
effectively brought the work of the department to a grinding halt. Now the stage
was set for the party to end all parties. It was a shame that very few of the
attendees had any recollection of being there, and those that did had a very
tough time recalling any details.
On Friday evening, prompty at 6PM, the first guests began wandering into
Tim's place where they were greeted by the host and his neighbor. Tim's brother,
Al and Candi Dandi were the first arrivals. Jack had already fortified himself
with his favorite form of recreational drug, and immediately began hitting on
his nephew, the changling. Poor Brad, or was it Brenda, was feeling rather
ambivalent as well as separated from its own sexuality and welcomed his
attentions. Al was rather disappointd to discover that there was very little to
snack on, but his lovely companion was utterly thrilled to be occupying space in
the home of her boss. She was tricked out in an outfit that left little to the
imagination. Tim's eyes glazed and crossed at the same time when he laid eyes on
her as she came through the door moving as if she was mounted on some type of
shock absorber that caused her breasts and hips to move in separate directions
in perfect synchronization.
Jill made her grand entrance, looking rather pale and shaky, just as
some of the soccer hooligans made their appearance, bringing gifts, mostly of
the alcoholic or chemical variety. By that time Jack had taken the hot looking,
big blonde babe he'd met when he first arrived to some place more private so
they could get to know each other, in the biblical sense, so Jack hoped. Nana's
appearance was more like a cameo as Wilson quickly whisked her off to his house
and left her in the care of Yuko and Miko who busied themselves securing her in
a web of exotic knotted rope designs reflecting their ancestry.
Ms Penny Pence had arrived much earlier, escorting her two patients,
Jill and Nana. Currently she was seated in Wilson's parlor enjoying a cup of one
of his special herbal teas. It tasted of orange blossoms with a delicate trace
of mint and something else that she could not quite define, but nonetheless
found utterly intoxicating, in more ways than one it would turn out. She was
happy that she had taken Wilson's advice to get comfortable. It was so nice of
his servants to help her out of her jacket, blouse and bra, freeing her heavy
breasts to take in the ambience that saturated this exotic collection of woods,
cloth and plants. She remembered giggling when the younger one unsnapped her
skirt and then rolled her conservatively cut panties over her fullsome hips and
down her rather shapely legs. For some unexplainable reason she felt the need to
retain her garter belt and hose, although she had kicked her shoes off the
moment she had settled into this lovely bamboo chair that seemed to be molding
itself to her voluptuous body.She wondered when that lovely gentleman would
return to show her the sweat lodge and let her experience the effect it would
create within her.
Tim's son, Mark, was working late at the porn studio, but he didn't mind
since he was doing a scene with his thirteen year-old sweetie, Wonder; that was
her stage name, not even Mark knew her real one. They'd be over in a couple of
hours if all went well and the dog that was sharing the scene with them worked
out. It turned out that Old Reliable, a canine of uncertain heritage, but one
who was a sure thing to produce the money shot when required, had run off with a
poodle, much to its owner's dismay."That's show biz!" was the only comment Mark
made when he was informed of the change in the cast.
Gundel Meitster called to say that she and her three daughters were
going to be delayed, but they would be over in a couple of hours once they were
properly hydrated. She emphasized that their only purpose in attending was to
share some bodily fluids with Jill who had not been to their place in over a
month. Tim couldn't help grinning into the phone as he thought back to the first
shindig where one of those porkers, he wasn't one hundred percent sure, but he
thought her name was Rhonda, had nearly drown Jill in her pee. He sure was
interested in seeing how his wife would fare when there were four plumpers,
chock full of liquids, ready to unload into her mouth. He made a mental note to
get that dental fixture out so there wouldn't be any trouble if Jill proved
reluctant to participate in this transference of bodily fluids.
No sooner had Tim put down the phone, when Randi, his other son, called
to tell him that he and his two photographer buddies were at the porn studio
doing some still work to support the scene being shot between Mark, Wonder and
the nameless dog who outweighed the leading lady by at least twenty pounds and
had a tongue that was almost as big as her face.
"Make sure you keep Wilson away from my three blue hairs. I need these
cash cows to finance my little scheme to corner the market in a new wonder
material that will sweep all the other condoms from the shelves in a matter of
months if I'm correct in my assessment of the technology." Tim listened with a
blank stare on his face. He shook his head when he hung up and began to once
again have serious doubts that this one could be his; the damned kid was just
too smart and too nasty to be a Taylor. He made another mental note to beat on
Jill literally to see if he could sweat the truth out of her concerning who
Randi's father really was.
It was approaching eight o'clock without any representatives from the
university bunch; Tim began to get a bit uneasy, but the sight of Candi Dandi
single handedly entertaining four of Brad's soccer associates provided a bit of
a distraction. The quintet had adjorned to one of the upstairs bedrooms and the
fur was flying as the boys took on Tim's new assistant in pairs, keeping her
occupied fore and aft until unloading into her lower orifices and standing down
while the other team took a shot at the buxom blonde. The boys began to slow
down after one rotation, but Candi seemed to be getting her second wind, her
hips pumping and her tits bouncing in rhythm as she worked at wearing their
dicks down to the nub. Tim was taping the action, which was part of the master
plan that he and Wilson had developed. However this one was for his own private
collection. He had dreams of a lengthy personal as well as professional
relationship with this fuck goddess.
The reason Candi was engaged with the soccer folks had to do with the
fact that Al, her date for the evening, still had a thing for Tim's wife.
Currently he had taken Jill into the master bathroom, a huge affair of tile done
in garish style thanks to Tim's impeccably bad taste. Al, who considered himself
to be a master plumber first and foremost, had loaded Jill up with a monster
enema using a recipe he had gotten from his mother, and she was positively
bulging as the various ingredients in what had been forced into her intestines
began to react to the heat from her body, producing rather large volumes of gas
that had only limited space to fill. In truth Jill looked as if she was carrying
another Taylor and it was at least a month overdue.
As bad as that was, she was also attempting to adjust to Al's fat fist
that was buried in her twat up to his wrist. It had taken twenty minutes of
poking , prodding and a lot of sweat on his part to finally get his hand inside
Jill's tight tunnel and manage to close it into a fist. At present he was like a
mountain climber at base camp, waiting for the right conditions before his fist
made the run to the top, in this case Jill's already badly tilted cervix. Jill
was restrained using industrial strength Velcro that kept her arms by her sides,
fastened in place at the wrists, forearms and biceps. Presently her lower
extremities were unfettered to allow her to be placed in various positions while
her twat and asshole were pounded into mush by her faithful fans and
adversaries.
Al was about midway up Jill's super stretched channel and making slow
but steady progress. She was hollering her lungs out, but that certainly did
nothing to deter Al from his goal of flattening her cervix. There was something
very enjoyable about reaching the entry to her baby carrying chamber, now
useless and empty. To Al it was like knocking on the door to a deserted house.
Let's face it, Al had issues and he blamed a great portion of his troubles on
Tim's wife. He started thinking about the last time he's worked on Jill; he was
with his sweetie, Eileen the orthodontist, who was preparing to break up with
him thanks to some comments and advice that Jill had offered to her. Now it was
payback time! He grunted and jammed his fist up her cunt another inch or two,
now only one or two lunges from his prize. It was then that the door flew open
and Gundel Meitster and her three daughters burst into the bathroom, raring to
go at Jill Taylor.
Al did his best to avoid looking at the quartet of plumpers who had just
joined him. They too ignored his existence, busily removing their tent dresses
to reveal their hairy cunts. Al could not help noticing the new smell that was
beginning to permeate the large tiled bathroom. It was more like a stink now
that he got a good whiff of it, and it was emanating from the unwashed bodies of
this large woman and her equally overstuffed daughters. Then without so much as
a by your leave, the old one squatted over Jill's face and let loose a stream of
foul smelling piss that splashed directly into her face. That incentivized Al to
make that final move to his goal. He screwed up his face and gave it every ounce
of muscle that he possessed. His face lit up with delight as his fist made
contact with Jill's obliquely angled cervix. To make sure that he had indeed
reached his holy grail, she punched it a second time, and was delighted to feel
it yield imperceptibly to the force of his blow. He let out a whoop that broke
the pissing woman's concentration and her stream went up into Jill's eyes,
bringing a cry of alarm from her.
Al got his hand free of Jill's spasming cunt and quickly got to his feet
to avoid being splattered by the seemingly endless river of nearly orange piss
that continued to issue from the obese woman's bladder. He couldn't help
noticing that she looked a bit like his mother when she was younger and had not
yet broken 250 pounds. He watched impassively as one of the other plumpers, a
much younger one, probably the daughter of the woman drowning Jill at present,
joined in and began adding her piss to the cascade that was inundating Jill. Al
began to develop a fairly decent erection when he discovered the older woman
not only had a thick hairy bush guarding her cunt, there were also forests of
thick curly black hair growing from her armpits.
Al Borland began to have one of his sicker fantasies, and this one
didn't even include Jill, not to mention Eileen or his latest wet dream
material, Candi Dandi. There he was on his back with the woman's hairy bush
smothering his face. He was licking her cunt which tasted like fish. Al liked
fish. Out of sight, but definitely not out of mind were the woman's three naked
daughters. One was sucking the head of his super stiff cock, doing her best
imitation of a vacuum cleaner. Another sister was licking his balls, moving back
and forth to keep them both coated with her saliva. The third one was running
her fingernails up and down the length of his twitching prick which had only
recently been buried in one of their assholes. Al was wondering if he could get
off for a fourth time before sending his harem of horny houris away so he could
get some well earned rest before once more engaging the quartet in another round
of sexual dalliance.
Meanwhile downstairs Tim was in the process of welcoming Professor Hanna
Graves and her young friend, Marcy Marsh to his humble domicile. His eyes lit up
as he took in the lovely student that he had nailed passionately the last time
there had been a clambake held at the Taylor residence. She still looked good
enough to eat, let alone screw, and Tim was hoping for an opportunity to renew
this old friendship during the long weekend that would soon be known to those in
the know as Wild Weekend II. It was a shame that most of the participants
wouldn't have the foggiest memory of what took place, except for the tapes that
they would be purchasing to support the Jill Taylor Reconstruction Fund. Wilson
and he thought that one up to give their blackmail scheme some cachet, as Wilson
described it. Tim pronounced it cash and check which did cause his compatriot
some small degree of heartburn.
( To be continued)
