Bimbo Outbrea

A Bimbo Plague Redux

Part 010

Tom knew the girls were trying to call to him through the bathroom door but he couldn't make any sense of their voices over the thunder of his own heartbeat in his ears. It was the XXX-virus, he was

infected...

he could

feel

it.

His body felt ablaze. As though streams of molten iron ran through his bloodstream all headed downwards towards his aching cock where it had stiffened like nothing he had ever experienced before...

Tom was so goddamn hard and horny it actually,

physically

, hurt!

That glass of milk must have been laced with a XXX-sluts lactate and only Satan knew what was in the fucking cookies... Tom was beating his meat like a monkey on testosterone but it wasn't close to enough. Sweat matted his brow, he was going to have to fuck

someone

soon or go insane with mad carnal desire.

"Get away! Jess... Brit... you need to

leave...

it's got me... and.. and soon I won't be able to help myself."

His half-shouted, half-sobbed warning was met with a short silence from the other side of the door broken only by urgent whispering.

"Just hang on, Tom!" Britney's voice filtered through roaring in his eardrums. "We think we might have a plan. We've been preparing for this!"

Preparing? What the hell were they talking about? Tom was having trouble stringing any two cogent thoughts together and even the idea of his own dear sisters on the other side of the door was becoming a horrifying temptation.

Pretty soon Tom was going to reach the stage were he would fuck anyone or

anything

if it meant relieving the pounding agony in his straining cock.

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Pamela Hope watched the scene playing out next door with lip-licking anticipation. She had watched as the girls took her gift of tainted milk and cookies inside with no small measure of satisfaction. She wasn't so sure that Tom would have fallen for that, he was far too paranoid but the two innocent girls?

Then all the yelling had started...

Mrs Hope listened in keenly and confirmed for herself that Tom had taken her bait. The milk bottle was filled entirely with her own liberal lactations and there was enough Viagra in the cookies to give a corpse an erection. She hadn't been sure that he would eat the over-medicated treats but Pamela was certain that, now he had eaten them, her long game with the skittish young man was drawing to a close.

"Come to me, Tom. I'm

sooo~

ready for you, Baby." She whispered, hugging herself and rubbing her firm thighs together in eager excitement.

She looked on from her kitchen window as Tom locked himself in the bathroom and moaned as he began rubbing his thick veiny shaft in a futile attempt to relieve some pressure. Now it was only a matter of waiting as long as she could bear--to be utterly certain that he was good and cooked--before she offered up her wet and willing pussy for him to fill.

...Just like the friendly,

helpful

neighborhood MILF she was.

Mrs Hope knew she wouldn't be able to hold back for long, she was

beyond

desperate, twitching like a crackhead who had been dry for days. With a giggle of anticipation she skipped over to her wardrobe, her stupendous rack bouncing and jiggling with each happy step and threw it open.

Her choice of outfit would be the coup de grâce, it needed to be something that would fire up his loins and drive him senseless with boiling lust. Fortunately, Pamela Hope had quite the selection to choose from.

Then she would finally have the big neighbor dick she so hopelessly craved...

She was just squeezing into her most alluring set of snowy white lingerie when there came a pounding on her front door. Mrs Hope looked about in surprise, could Tom have found his way to her already?

Smiling wickedly at the thought of him panting like a blown stallion on her doorstep, she tottered over to the door in her sexiest silver six-inch heels and threw it open, posing alluringly. She one hand raised high above her pretty head and the other on her smoothly cocked hip when she recognized Jessica standing there looking

very

flustered.

"Please Mrs Hope, Britney and I need your help."

Pamela's grin was positively lupine as she stepped aside and gestured for her young neighbor to enter.

"Of course, dear. Why don't you come in and tell old Pamela what's the matter..."

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Tom was bent double over the bathroom sink, still frantically trying to get himself off when he heard the gentle knock on the door.

"No... no... you have to leave..." he moaned piteously, "I won't... I won't be able to help myself..."

"Tom?" The unmistakably feminine voice was calm and reasonable but honeyed with lewd intent. He immediately recognized it as Mrs Hope. "Tom, please let me in, I can help you. Let me help you get through this."

Visions of Mrs Hope crashed through Tom's head unbidden.

Memories of her flaunting that incredible busty body in front of him, the proffered pleasures she had advertised and the sweet temptations she had laid before him. Then he knew... even through the maelstrom of raging lust he knew it was

her...

"You scheming bitch!" He growled through clenched teeth, "You did this to me. You infected me with your awful nympho virus and now you're here to claim me as your prize... well,

fuck

you!"

"I would love you to fuck me and I'll let you fuck me any way you wish, Tom." Her reply was serene and measured despite her filthy language. "I would let you stick your cock anywhere you wanted and do things that you never dreamt a girl would ever do for you... but I know that's not what you meant. Yes I did this, but you left me no choice."

"Go away!"

It was a wail of despair. His manic wanking wasn't bringing the relief he wanted and he

desperately

needed that outlet. The thought of that gorgeous huge-tittied MILF seductress waiting outside the bathroom door was just too much. "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last woman on earth!"

That was greeted with a long silence then a furious hammering on the door...

"You don't mean that!" All the calm was gone from Mrs Hope's voice now replaced with a furious indignant anger, "You're mine, Tom! Do you know what I've endured, knowing you were right here next door? Well, you'll understand soon enough. Now open this door!"

Tom looked around the small washroom hopelessly. He couldn't maintain his self-control for much longer... he had to deal with the devil and come to a compromise. He knew he had to succumb soon but right now he was in a once-in-a-lifetime position of power.

If Tom was on his way out regardless, he would go out with a bang.

"Fine!" He yelled, "If you want me then I have some conditions."

The thumping on the door stopped and Mrs Hope fell silent again as he continued...

"Get me a phone, Mrs Hope. I'm going to call some people and I'm not coming out until I am done..."

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Tom ended the call and took a ragged breath. His rigid cock was pounding painfully in time with his racing pulse and his whole body trembling with urgent passion. He had done all he could and so, with both resignation and a morbid thrill, he opened the door to face the music.

It was time to let the fat lady sing. Except Mrs Hope was

anything

but fat.

The door opened onto his parents bedroom and there she was, standing before the king-sized bed in all of her magnificent glory like a walking wet-dream.

Tom's eyes widened as he drank her in. She was wearing skyscraper stiletto heels and her shapely legs were wrapped in silky white thigh-high stockings sporting hot pink bows at the tops. They made her gorgeous gams look even longer and incredibly sleek.

His bloodshot eyes moved over her firm inviting thighs to the lacy white g-string that did little to conceal her moist puffy mound and Tom's fingers twitched to untie the taut strings that rode high over her generous hips. To pull the knots undone and see the teensy tiny undergarment fall to the bedroom floor.

She wore a scanty white corset frilled in the same vivid pink as her stockings but it was cupless and her marvelously huge melons were out, front and center. They looked so full and heavy, bare to him with those pretty pink nipples hard and gently lactating.

Finally Tom dragged his eyes up to her stunning picture-perfect face. Her shining amber eyes and glossy pouting lips, gently parted and framed by a cascade of dark, gently curling hair. All of it together made her look like some sultry super-stacked sex goddess come to earth to fulfil his every deepest darkest fantasy.

"Do you like what you see, Tom dear?"

Mrs Hope was watching his reaction, preening beautifully and smiling hungrily at him with a smug look of satisfaction. He must have been drooling.

Tom soon felt his own surge of satisfaction; he was naked and could feel a slight sheen of sweat prickle over every inch of his burning skin. Pamela's eyes quickly dropped to his big throbbing dick and her facade of cool composure fell away in an instant.

Her full lips quivered and she dropped to her knees shaking with ecstatic anticipation.

"At last..." she whispered huskily. "It's been

far too

long..."

Tom stalked up to her, grasped his steely shaft in one hand and slapped her hard across the cheek with it.

"You did this to me and you made me promises." he growled. "Now you're going to be mine and you're going to deliver!"

With that he grabbed her by the hair, tilted her beautiful face back and rudely shoved his aching tool between her soft full pouting lips.

"Oh Tom-

Mmmnph~!

"

Mrs Hope's sparkling eyes widened in shock but she didn't fight him. With a low guttural hum of pleasure she let him push fully half of his raging manmeat into her warm wet mouth before she began sucking on it like a cream-filled Popsicle.

Tom gasped at the feel of those sweet cherry lips locked about the tumescent tip of his tool, the buttery softness of her mouth sending blissful shudders through him. Her tongue rolled and slathered about the crown of his corpulent cock lighting up his pleasure centers like a stadium rock concert.

"That's right you gorgeous MILF slut, is that what you've wanted? To gag yourself on my big dick? To taste my manhood in the back of your throat?"

He glared down at her angrily, panting with his own all-consuming need. She had done this to him and she would pay for it in pounds of her succulent fuckable flesh.

Mrs Hope locked eyes with him, those bright amber orbs shining with desire and never slowing as she twisted and stroked her exquisite runway face up and down his adamantine immensity.

"

Mmmhmmm~

" she moaned around her meaty mouthful.

Tom ran his hands through her waterfall of thick dark hair and watched her huge tits sway with each of her quickening movements. God but they were amazing, larger than cantaloupe melons but clearly still as perky and gravity-free as a twenty year old.

Releasing her hair, he bent over her and cupped those luscious mounds in his hands to feel their heft and softness. He gasped as his hands sunk into her firm spongy titty-flesh and Mrs Hope groaned excitedly around his girthy shaft, she was clearly

very

sensitive.

Pamela had closed her eyes, as though relishing every salty second as she greedily gobbling his ironclad rod but that alone wasn't enough for her. Tom let out an animal whimper when she gurgled wetly and began forcing her head lower,

swallowing

the head of his steely tool and sliding it past the entrance to her tight slick throat.

"

Jeezus~

shit! Holy fuck, Mrs Hope..." He gasped as she energetically fucked her own lovely face all the way to his throbbing balls.

Her soft pouting lips ran luxuriously down the full length of his jutting manhood until she kissed his pelvis. Tom gaped as Pamela groaned in heartfelt pleasure and she began to eagerly, ravenously deep-throat him. Her own delicate hands had slipped over his where they pawed at her bountiful bouncing rack. She guided Tom's feverish fingers over her bra-busting mounds and onto her stiff leaking nipples where he pulled at them fervently.

"Oh

Gawd~!

I'm going to cum straight down your throat you cock-gargling whore!" Tom roared.

"

Nnnnnmmurgh~!

"

Pamela's mesmerizing amber eyes were watering as she looked up at him in silent appeal. Then, as if reading his impending climax on his face, she began to suck with even more ferocity, ramming his full turgid length between her lips and straight down her tight warm throat.

"Oh fuck! Fuck

fuckfuckfuck...

"

She let out a stifled groan of heartfelt need as Tom tugged mercilessly at her rock-hard nipples and he could feel her creamy milk flowing freely through his clawing fingers. He was literally milking his sexy MILF neighbor as she sucked him to frightful fruition.

That erotically charged realization was the final straw and he exploded, blasting his hot sticky load straight down her slender neck into her empty waiting belly.

It was as though all the built-up stress and sexual frustration of the last few weeks had finally found a blessed outlet. Like pressurized steam hissing and spitting from a valve it blew its way out of Tom, a dizzying wave of release spewing from the angry head of his spasming cockmeat.

Tom swayed unsteadily on his feet as he poured a seemingly endless torrent of manseed into Mrs Hope's mouth until she began to jerk and writhe on her knees below him. Finally she pulled her pretty head back, blindly trying to catch the last of his gargantuan load on her flawless face. Her vision was clouded with the drug-like euphoria and a thick glob of his spend spilled from the side of her thick cock-bruised lips.

"So

much...

never seen... oh sweet jesus..." she groaned hazily, falling giddily back onto her luscious MILF ass.

Tom could see her big amber eyes rolling up into her skull in that familiar brainless bliss that overcame every XXX-infected when they consumed the fresh spunk they craved so badly but he was still rock-hard, unyielding and feeling monstrously unsatisfied.

"Is this all your teasing promises are worth? A quick one and done blowjob then you're going to pass out?" He snarled at her, before pointing furiously down at his unflagging boner. "After you did

this

to me?!"

Mrs Hope just moaned in soulful gratification and spread her sleek thighs limply, it was all the answer she could manage in her current state. A clear, if tasteless, invitation for him to continue regardless.

Tom was so desperately hard he was actually considering it before he heard a ding-dong voice calling him from out back of the house.

"Oh, Tommy boy..." Sang a breathy musical voice, laden with lecherous promise, "...won't you come out and play?"

"Shit, but that was a close thing." He grumbled to himself then turned back on the recumbent form of Pamela Hope, "Here's a promise of my own for you, Mrs Hope. I'm

not

going to fuck you. Not until you know what it's like to be driven mad by carnal pleasures that are just outside of your reach. The same thing

you

did to

me.

"

With that Tom turned and stalked out of the room, heading outside towards the pool. He strode through the empty house utterly naked, his rigid throbbing dick leading the way like a pussy-powered divining rod set to stun.

Despite the maddening lust coursing through every vein Tom felt good, his skin was slick with sweat but he felt stronger and more vigorous than he ever had before the epidemic broke out. Was this the seductive nature of the infection or something else? Tom had no way of knowing which.

He vaulted the verandah railing, landing nimbly on his feet and drank in the sight of a copper-haired Tania stretched out beside the pool on a beach towel, her fitness-model body on display and coyly playing her manicured fingertips across the surface of the cool clear water.

"I thought I told you to stay out of my pool."

She turned at the sound of his approach and her eyes widened in gleeful surprise at the naked sight of him. Her scarlet hair seemed afire in the bright daylight and her blemishless sun-kissed skin gave of a warm glow. All that golden goodness was wrapped up in a baby blue tasselled bikini that set off her emerald eyes and Tom licked his lips at the sight of her glorious mounds sitting high and pert upon her chest, barely contained by the straining bikini top.

"I was just working on my tan, Tom." She smiled hungrily as he approached. Her bewitching breasts swung and rippled deliciously as she stood to meet him, setting the little tassels to swaying. "But I'm happy to work out some kind of

arrangement

with you if that helps..."

She toyed with the straps of her bikini bottoms as if suddenly nervous as Tom prowled closer saying nothing in reply.

"I'm so glad you called, I wasn't sure you had found my phone number when you didn't call me." She tried out a little mock coyness, her digits had been in the little lace panties she had left for him. "I'm certainly relieved that you called me instead of that old dairy-cow next door, I'm sure you'll find me a far more open-minded and...

flexible

partner than her."

She bent over double as she spoke, turning so her superb peach of an ass was presented to him invitingly as she picked up her towel and then quickly straightened, setting her massive milkers to bouncing again. She shot him a saucy wink and Tom didn't bother to hide the fact he was openly checking her out.

"What do you say, Stud?"

Tom didn't say anything, his blood was on fire as he strode past her and dived into the swimming pool, half-expecting the chlorinated water to boil and steam around him. He surfaced, not needing to check below to know the cold water hadn't quenched his pulsating erection and paddled around to face the fetching red-head.

"I'd say a little healthy competition never hurt anyone. What are you offering?" Tom said, grinning like a hungry alligator up at her.

Tania just gave him an amused smile and reached a hand behind her back to pull the strings on her bikini top loose.

Tom wet his lips as the skimpy top fell away revealing her magnificent tanned melons and tasty nipples. They hung freely, huge and heavy as she bent into a perfect divers pose and launched herself into the pool with barely a splash. Tom tracked her like a circling shark as she surfaced inches in front of him, wrapping her long silky legs about his waist and snaking her slender bronzed arms over his shoulders and around his neck.

"

Mmmmm

, I've been fantasizing about us together in this pool, I've been fantasizing about you non-stop since I first saw you..

pleasuring

yourself above me on that balcony." She breathed in a sultry tone and then giggled. "I haven't had sex in a pool since I was teenager."

With that she pressed her warm curvaceous body against his and kissed him passionately. Tom could feel her bare breasts mashed flat against his naked chest and her diamond peaks raked his scorching skin. Her tongue swirled over his and she tasted like cinnamon and cherries.

Then Tania's hips began to move, rubbing her ripe pussy lips against his rock-hard shaft through the thin fabric of her insubstantial bikini bottoms. Tom returned the kiss, his tongue fencing with hers as he reached his eager hands under her to grope at her tight bubbly ass feverishly.

"

Mmmmwah~

Oh Tom, I can feel it... so hard and

thick

. You have no idea how much I love a big thick cock stretching my little pussy out."

Tania moaned as she broke off the kiss, leaning back into the water with a sigh. Her face was flushed and her vivid green eyes wide, almost wild, with a crazed yearning. Even with her crimson hair plastered wetly about her pretty face she was still stunningly beautiful. She held his shoulders at arm's length as she gnawed at her plump lower lip in concentration and began grinding her bikini-clad cunt up against his throbbing manmeat in earnest.