Bimbo Outbreak Pt. 11

"Tom dear..." a soft melodic voice crooned sweetly from his other side.

Turning his head Tom saw Mrs. Hope. She had crawled up beside him on the carpet to whisper urgently in his ear. Her tremendous creamy breasts dangled heavily between her outstretched arms and they were dripping with that sweet lactate he was beginning to thirst for, coming to need.

"Tom, you owe me..." She pleading in a hushed voice, "You said you would fuck me, you promised. I swear that I can please you more than these feckless little tramps! I can pleasure you in sooo~ many..."

Tom tore his burning eyes from the hypnotic sway of her momentous swinging tits and turned his face away. He didn't have much self-control left in him but he still wanted to make Mrs. Hope suffer with unfulfilled desire for as long as he could.

Just like she had made him suffer...

Instead he focused his attention on Danielle who was still grinding her nectar-soaked clit and engorged lower lips desperately onto his slick knuckles, her beautiful young face contorted with lust as she moaned like a wanton wilful whore.

Tom pulled his hand away from her clutches, causing the stunning brunette's eyes to snap open; those big amber eyes were filled with a mixture of hope and carnal craving. With little effort, he rolled Holly off his lap and the blonde bombshell toppled gently to the floor beside him, sighing in half-conscious regret as Tom slid his still rock-hard shaft out of her.

"Tom, no! Not her... Please, I neeeed~ you!" Mrs Hope wailed as Tom seized the slim young coed by her glossy chocolate curls and pulled her down in front of him with a growl.

Danielle never took stopped eye-fucking him though, as he roughly positioning her sleek athletic body until she was poised on hands and knees before Tom. Then she turned and shook her firm delicious booty at him invitingly, staring at him with a smokey gaze from under long dark lashes.

"Is this how you want me, Stud?" The flexible little tease crooned as she tucked her hips back and spread her knees until her perfect pink little cleft was visible between her slender thighs "I've gotta say, I'm really into doggy style if the guy knows how to... saddle up."

All Tom could smell was the pungent phenomenal aroma of her foaming cunt filling his nose like an airborne aphrodisiac and explosive need to fuck that tight sodden slit blazed it's way through every fibre of his being.

"No... wait, Please!" Mrs. Hope cried out softly, trying to grab him but Tom just shook her off as he crawled up to grope Danielle's spectacular peach of an ass and prepared to mount her like a stallion in season.

Rearing up onto his knees and clasping her thick toned hips with both hands he pressed the bulbous knob of his raging cock-meat against the folds of her dripping pussy until it caught. Then Tom slid smoothly into her, making her giggle in both giddy pleasure and soulful relief. Her slick folds seemed to suck at his turgid tumescence and Tom pushed himself into that wet wonderland until his thrumming balls slapped against her rear making Danielle pant.

"Gawd~ but I love that sound," she breathed, her tone all heat and seduction, "It always means I'm about to get well and truly fucked."

Tom just growled and bent over her, plunging his steely shaft deep into her hot wetness again, making her buck and quiver beneath him. Her squeezing snatch felt incredible, like a velvet glove gripping and pulling at his adamantine rigidity. He grunted as he felt it tightening around his cunny-stretching girth each time he slammed himself back into her. His greedy hands clawed at her jutting hips as he buried his face in her dark mane of fragrant hair.

"Fuck yeah, ride this pony pussy like you're trying to break it, Big Guy!" The tight-bodied little coed shrilled as she slapped her taut ass to force her into a carnal canter. "If you can tame my slick cunt then you can ride it any time you like..."

Tom couldn't hold back any longer and Danielle laughed in ecstatic delight at his energetic eagerness. The buxom brunette started to shake and roll her perfect bubble butt back into his frenzied thrusts like a veteran booty dancer. The sinuous motion made her incredible caboose bounce and she twisted her drenched twat around his aching shaft each time she did it.

"Oh shit, Danielle. Wha- where did a good girl like you learn to do that?"

"Really good girls know how to get their Stud to nut in their pony pussies as hard as possible, Big Guy."

Tom groaned and slid an arm around her waspish waist, caressing the corded muscles in her taut belly move under his roaming hand as he pulled himself deeper into her sinful movements. It felt like he was holding on for dear life as Danielle skillfully, masterfully milked his pulsing magnitude with her bouncing ass and convulsing cunt.

His mind was an infernal forest fire of consuming lust and the exquisite feeling of Danielle's porn-perfect body as he slammed his cock into a hot honey-hole that seemed custom-built for fucking, like battering ram breaching a castle gate.

Both of their bodies gyrated together madly, Tom was unsure of who was riding whom but didn;t doubt that Danielle was redefining the term "Power Bottom". The sound of his balls slapping her derriere with each wild stroke was accompanied by Danielle's joyful squeals and moans of gratification.

"Gonna cum soon, Danielle. Gonna cum so hard, it'll leak from your goddamn ears..."

His hand slid up over her smooth belly and latched onto one of her perfect cushiony melons as they swung heavily between her supporting arms. Groping it hungrily Tom found a proudly peaked nipple and pulled, making Danielle squeal in surprise as her sweet titty-milk gushed between his fingers.

"Oh gawd~!" she stuttered as her whole body jerked in a sudden electrifying breast-gasm. "The m-moment I spotted you... at c-college. I knew... you'd b-be... an incredible fuck!"

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Mrs. Hope watched on in despair as Tom coupled riotously with the little brunette bitch on the carpet right in front of her.

That all-too-familiar smell that had filled the room as the young hussy spread herself for Tom had been all the proof Pamela Hope had needed to know that this XXX-slut was a Skank; one of the insidious new breeds of infected that the ever-mutating virus was now producing.

Pamela knew that the musky pheromone stink was a Skanks special way of luring men between their spread legs and any man already in a sexual-frenzy would be drawn to it like a fly to honey, the cunning little whore!

The sight of her moaning and giggling as Tom fucked her brains out was pure torture. Mrs. Hope's pussy was in agony, searing her sensitive flesh and making her immense out-thrust nipples throb painfully as they lactated freely, milk dripping from her rock-hard teats to drench the carpet.

It was all too much to bear. Pamela Hope let out a whiny sobbing sound...

She glanced down at the super-stacked blonde bimbo splayed out semi-conscious on the living room floor beside her. For a brief moment the neighborhood mega-MILF considered muff-diving into the schoolgirl's messy nethers in the vain hope of finding a stray glob or speck of Tom's delicious cum but she knew it was a fruitless prospect.

XXX-infected bodies soaked up semen like the desert soaked up water and there would be nothing left there for Pamela but the blondes' own pungent juices.

She frantically needed something to relieve herself and her own pawing hands weren't cutting the mustard anymore. The sight of her darling Tom fucking another woman in front of her was too much... Mrs Hope needed something thick and stiff buried deep inside her aching cunt. She needed it right now!

In her desperation she reached for the only thing she could see that would even vaguely fit the bill...

...Mrs Hope reached out for the television remote.

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Officer Baker was a sweaty mess of sore muscles and sticky skin as he plowed into the statuesque blonde's sodden snatch again. She was spread out, face-down over the broadcasting console in a state blissful delirium, right where he had left her after their last round of unrestrained fucking. The sight of that spectacular ass, propped up in the ready position had been too much to resist after his last XXX-infected partner had passed peacefully into that cum-induced daze.

The six Mamazons were strewn around the room, each lying bonelessly in a euphoric world of their own but Stanley Baker wasn't even close to being done with them. His cock still strained with an insatiable urgency, though he had lost count of how many times he had blasted his bottomless reservoir of seed into each of them long ago.

He was constantly thirsty now but that was no surprise given how much fluid he was expending each time he fucked one of these busty creatures to ball-churning climax. It wasn't even a major concern, all Stanley Baker had to do was latch his cracked lips onto one of their monstrous udders and a seemingly endless flow of that incredible thirst-quenching milk would sooth his parched throat.

The coffee supply had run dry some time back but Stanley didn't notice or care. How long had this marathon of fucking been going on? It didn't matter... the sensational blonde beneath him let out a deep purr of throaty satisfaction as she began to stir. Stanley just took a firmer hold on her flaring hips and rammed his pounding dick deeper into her inviting pussy.

Her ginormous melons were mashed against the control board and each bone-shaking thrust he made into her seemed to set the lights and dials to flashing, were they bigger than before? Her tits that was, not the annoying lights and shit. Surely those massive mams couldn't have swollen and grown so noticeably in such a short amount of time...

"Mmmm... Stanley, you know just the best way to wake a girl. Don't stop, never stop fucking us."

The magnificent creature beneath him moaned and gave her rounded hips an experimental wiggle that made Officer Baker's eyes roll in ecstasy; it was as though her writhing sucking channel was coaxing his raging enormity deeper into its soft warm depths each time he plunged into her. Throwing back her long golden hair, she craned her beautiful head about to smile at him hazily.

"Oh Stanley! Fill my hot cunt with your huge cock... this is all we ever wanted. Fuck us all until we are dripping with your amazing cum!"

Officer Baker didn't need any encouragement, her lush body writhed in his grasp and her firm sculpted ass bucked back to meet each frantic penetration. Running shaking fingers over her flawless skin, Stanley tangled a fist in her long curtain of golden hair and pulled her back up against him. His other hand reached around her waist, questing over her flat belly to grope hungrily at her vast jiggling melons.

They quivered in his grasp each time he hammered his iron-hard shaft into her and Stanley Baker could feel her breast-milk running freely down over his clawing fingers.

Why had he put this off for so long? He couldn't remember. The raw fucking need to fornicate was etched in fire across his brain, and even as his wrung-out body screamed for respite he couldn't disregard the overpowering thundering of his tortured loins.

With a heaving grunt, he buried himself up to the balls in the XXX-slut's tight twat and exploded. She let out an impassioned cry and fell limp back against him.

"Cum..." she breathed in a serene tone of utter gratification, "Stanley, we love it when you cum..."

He didn't hear her, Stanley's head throbbed in time with his flexing nuts as they emptied their devastating payload into her waiting womb and then she was gone. These bloody sluts couldn't keep pace with him, Stanley was superhuman now! Sliding his still-rigid man-meat out of her, he let the babbling Blonde Mamazon crumple into a sweaty heap on the studio floor.

Then Stanley staggered drunkenly towards the inhumanly busty Indian beauty-queen who was beginning to show signs of life from where she lay draped artfully across the newsroom desk, long dusky legs parted in wordless invitation...

Officer Baker was so focused on the paradise lost between those cinnamon thighs that he never saw the red blinking light on the studio camera.

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Mrs. Hope groaned raggedy in despair.

The television remote she was sawing in and out of her empty, burning snatch like an improvised dildo was helping... a little.

But at some point she must have turned on the television, and that wasn't helping, not at all.

There on screen with the words 'Live' flashing in a corner was the naked form of a burly police officer plunging his fat dick into a stunningly attractive, sleekly muscled XXX-beauty right on the newsroom desk where he had made his doomed announcement earlier that morning.

And not four feet away was Tom, her Tom, mounting that man-stealing brunette Danielle like a bronco in heat. When he was meant to be fucking her, Pamela Hope! She had done all the work, she had lured him out of hiding, so how had she lost control of the situation? Her pussy blazed for him, ached for his cock to be inside of it, thrusting and hammering and cumming...

Jeezus~ she couldn't take it any longer! Pamela could feel the hot tears streaming down her soft cheeks.

"My, my, but isn't that quite the sight?" A dreamy voice asked.

Pamela Hope's head shot up to see Tania lounging in the doorway with a lazy grin on her cherry lips as her emerald eyes settled on the television. She was naked except for a baby-blue bikini bottom and her massive tanned breasts jutted out firm and proud... with red finger marks on them?

"He's been with you already?" She snarled at the red-headed vixen, the words etched with hissing venom.

"Oh yes..." Tania replied smugly, she was clearly still riding the tail-end of her cum-high. "Tom fucked my tits out in the pool, gave me three glorious breast-gasms before exploding all over my face. It was breathtaking!"

Pamela drooped her head in hopeless envy and Tania giggled in scandalized delight.

"Wait, Pam... he hasn't cum in you yet?! Well, Tom must have let you blow him at the very least..."

Mrs Hope nodded mutely, never raising her eyes off the carpet. The inevitable stains were already soaking into the fabric weave there.

"Well, that's something at any rate..." laughed Tania, then she purred hungrily as she watched Tom and Danielle going at it, "If you want more of that basic shit, why not head down to the sperm clinic? I hear that's where the most thirsty of our infected sisters go for an ice-cold quick fix."

Pamela wanted to leap at the gorgeous red-head and claw her fucking eyes out, but just then Danielle let out a shriek of ecstatic delight and Tom shuddered with a deep groan.

Oh gawd~ he was cumming again!

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Every atom in Tom's entire body seemed to vibrate as he slammed his burning cock deep into Danielle's tight snatch one last time before exploding inside of her.

The feeling was not just one of relief but an electrifying surge of jaw-clenching gratification. He could hear the young schoolgirl slut gurgle in brainless delectation as he unloaded burst after long burst of his thick sticky spunk into her spasming pussy and his own eyes lost focus as he came harder than he ever had in his life.

It was over all too soon but Tom found he was still hard and aching for more. It was madness. Horny, fucking insanity...

Panting for breath Tom looked about; the small Blonde was still cooing softly in her sleepy daze and Danielle had just folded up limply on the carpet in front of him.

Mrs. Hope was kneeling on the carpet an arms length away from him, with a hopeful look on her beautiful feverish face... and a dripping wet television remote in her hand?

Her ripe lush curves on her enticingly slender frame sent racking bolts of desire through him. No, her face was more than merely beautiful, even contorted by her desperate hunger for him, she was angelic. Her limbs were so slender, her tits were so big, satin smooth and perfect. Even the incredible way each heavenly sphere of pale tit-flesh glistened with her leaking breast-milk...

No, No! Tom fought back against the urge to leap on her like a hungry hyena. Not her! Never her... no yet.

...and there was Tania, leaning in the door-frame like a flame-haired Valkyrie. Her soft tanned skin and cascading copper locks seemed to glow with unearthly vitality, her body naked but for those tiny blue bikini bottoms.

Her superb rack was firm and prominent, like two magnificent orbs covered in the supplest creamy silk and her long shapely legs dragged his eyes up their graceful length to her barely concealed pussy. He wanted the fiery-haired seductress... Tom needed her!

Pillowy softness pressed about his skull as warm slender arms encircled his chest. The musky scent of sweet perfume washed over him as the outrageously curvaceous Ms Summers eased him back against her deliciously soft body, cushioning his head within the lush valley of her immense creamy cleavage.

"Mmmhmmm~" She whispered huskily in his ear as she ran a greedy hand down Tom's sweat-soaked chest and stomach to gently stroke at his rigid pulsing cock. "I still need more of you, lover. A much, much more of you..."

Tom groaned with the urgency of his consuming need for every single one of these insatiable sexual sirens, but before he could do or say anything he heard something... unfamiliar female voices?

And it wasn't just him, all three of the stunning older women's heads snapped around at the unmistakable click of high-heels coming down the hallway from the front door.

"Noooo..." Pamela Hope wept in a distressed wail, "Not more competition for the cock - not more of us..."

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