A Bimbo Plague Redux
Part 014
Pamela Hope moaned in near-religious ecstasy as she guided her Man, her Master, her
King
into the blonde schoolgirl slut beneath them.
Her pussy was magma hot and dripping for Him, ready to receive Him and his peerless royal seed at a moment's notice. Tom deserved it, he deserved
her
and so very much more. Pamela's jutting hips and tight soaking pussy rolled smoothly against his bucking glutes. Smearing him with her liberal juices as her girl-cum splashed warm and slick from her thrumming cunt as she climaxed at the feel of his burning flesh, shuddering against his feverish form.
Her Lover was blazing with the fever of infection but instinctively the sexual siren that had once been Pamela Hope knew what he needed and even the mere idea that she might aid this magnificent Man filled her with such joy.
She clung to him, her cum-sticky hands sliding up and down his toned belly and defined torso, feeling the heat radiating off his perspiring skin and delighting in the play of his coiling muscles under her dainty fingertips. His masculine body was perfection in her new perspective and would only continue to grow more so under her tender ministrations.
The very notion excited Ms Hope tremendously and her aching nipples began to run with milk as she pressed them against his hunched back.
Tom let out a throaty groan. A muddled sound expressing relief and pleasure as she let the shifting of her heavy tits against her Masters back spread her creamy ambrosia across his flushed skin.
"That's it, Tom Love. Give her your blessing. Anoint her young womb with your hot alpha seed, Master."
Her tits had swollen hugely with so much of sweet milk, Pamela was excited to show her Master the abundant bounty she would produce for him. The endless flow from her deliciously aching teats that he could glut himself upon or use to bathe his tortured flesh.
Just imagining Him sitting upon a tall throne--naked and stately with her sitting sidelong across his mighty lap--suckling from her bare full breast as she stroked his kingly meat-scepter made her abruptly gush again with a small delighted gasp from the intense micro-climax.
Her honey squirted down the back of her Tom's legs and stained her thigh high white stockings but Pamela didn't care, she barely even registered it.
"Oh Tom, oh Master... Please let me look after you. Please let this loving
Cumslut
care for you." She whispered hotly into his ear before nibbling on his irresistible earlobe, "Let this MILF
Pussyslave
tend to your glorious body as you, and
only
you deserve."
His muffled grunt in response may have been one of consent or it may have been him blowing another great wad of his royal seed into the mega-stacked teen vessel beneath him. Ms Hope chose to interpret it as the former but shivered rapturously at the very real prospect it might have been the latter.
Her lactate was so plentiful that it was already running down his lower back and she slid her dainty hands between their heaving bodies to gather it up in her palms. It was thicker than it had been before in her silly bimbo form, richer too and nearly pearlescent white in hue.
Moving her hands back around him, Pamela began to work it into the heated skin of his rippling stomach and quaking chest, reaching back to gather more to massage into his straining shoulder and neck muscles.
Feeling daring she scooped up more. She rested her small chin on his broad shoulder and pressed her soft cheek against his face. The, cooing encouragement, Pamela slid a milk-laden finger past her Tom's cracked lips to tentatively offer him a taste. A heady rush running through her entire being when he accepted her meager offering of herself to his Magnificence.
"Oh fuck, Pamela... your milk! It feels so good, it tastes
too
good." Tom, her King panted, still thrusting furiously into the cum-gurgling little blonde and Pamela took his gracious words as permission to gently guide those parched lips to her own for their first smoldering kiss.
Soaring euphoria blasted through Pamela Hope as she tasted both her Man and her own milk on his lips.
"
Mmmnnph~!
"
Her dearest Love immediately fought to deepen the contact, devouring her with his crushing lips and lashing tongue as though he were claiming her with this kiss. He was so passionate and forceful that another drizzle of sizzling pussy juices splattered down her firm thighs, and her sweet floral smell was growing more pronounced with each soul-rending zenith he brought her to. But he still needed more from her... and Pamela would give him all of herself and
more.
Tom's skin was no longer on fire wherever she had applied her creamy lactate. Soothed as though by a healing salve for his fever and Ms Hope continued applying it as such. Occasionally bringing a wet digit up to his gasping lips to give him another taste. Thrilling every time he took in more of her sweet nectar.
"That's it, my Love, my King. I love it when you drink my milk. Let your Pamela take care of you and make it all better."
She ran it down his bulging biceps, along his corded forearms and across his bunched fists. She smiled in satisfied contentment, her King was still gripping the waspish waist of the petite blonde offering, plowing into her with long heavy strokes of his ironclad Godcock.
That was as it should be. All the beauty of this crumbling world should be His to enjoy or destroy at his whim and leisure.
"Oh
gawd,
Holly. I can't get enough of that tight teen pussy!"
With a strangled roar her Master rose to his feet, lifting both her and the squealing schoolgirl slut up with him. In a heart-stopping display of strength, Pamela's Master forced the small girl's quivering body in his grasp all the way down onto his turgid shaft as the moaning schoolslut clung to him like a cock-hungry leech.
Ms Hope marveled at his righteous might as she slid off his heaving back to rub her massive spouting tits along his twitching thighs. Titty-fucking his trembling knee with them, mixing her miraculous milk with her dribbling pussy honey there, then moving down to his flexing calves and bare feet.
Sitting there at his feet--where she had always belonged--she wrapped her massive, flawless orbs around his calf and watched in reverence as her Man's tumescent cock speared into the barely-legal teen slut again and again only inches from her own gorgeous face. Reclining there in a silken pool of her luxuriously long chocolate hair, Pamela could taste Him in the air. She was so close to their blessed joining that she could reach out her tongue and lick...
"Pamela... Is that you?"
With effort of will, Pamela Hope dragged her eyes away from her Beloved and looked around. A dazzling beauty with long coppery hair falling in ringlets past her shoulders stood a little ways back staring at the three of them with wide desperate eyes. The XXX-slut was incredibly busty and bare but for a small baby blue bikini bottom stretched over sleek supermodel hips and a taut heart-shaped ass that complimented her tanned skin rather nicely.
What was her name again? Oh yes,
Tania.
Tania would serve her Master nicely and the thought of her Man, her Mate taking this busty Valkyrie, bending her over and forcefully filling her to overflowing made Pamela's wet kitty twitch with excitement.
...so Pamela sank two long fingers into herself as she sized her old friend up with a critical eye before smiling radiantly at the younger Bimbo housewife.
"Hello Tania, dear. Won't you join me down here at our Master's feet? There is something I wish to share with you."
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Tom grunted as he urgently fucked the XXX-infected schoolgirl minx. At some point the fever had broken and the fatigue that had been encroaching on his dimming consciousness had fallen miraculously away.
Tom's vigor had returned to him with avengeance!
Ms Hope... that sensual
Goddess
had done something to him. Tending to his ailing body with her heaven-sent tit-milk and suddenly he was feeling stronger, harder and most importantly... beginning to regain some self-control.
Where, just moments earlier, Tom had been driven by some burning, all-consuming need to fuck and cum that robbed him of all reason or comprehension, now those fires were banked deep within him. Not gone, not extinguished but more of a controlled burn off than a raging forest fire.
That was to say the blazing desire to rut like a feral animal and blow thick loads of spunk in and on the many beautiful XXX-women strewn about the room was still very much there but some sense of being in the driver's seat was returning to Tom.
It also helped that right now his heavy swinging balls were slapping into the tight ass of the slender blonde schoolgirl writhing impaled on his pulsating fuck-pole. The crashing waves of pleasure cleared his thoughts some as he blasted Holly's tight confines with an improbably large burst of pre-cum. Getting his rocks off calmed the raging creature inside and just made it easier to think.
For instance; now he had some mental clarity Tom could recognize that not only was the burning fever broken but the crippling muscle pain had faded too. Back into a dull burn akin to something one might experience during a pleasant workout. Looking down at the massively busty little bombshell bouncing ravenously on his rigid pole Tom concluded that this resembled a
very
pleasant workout indeed.
She was so small and petite, not more than five feet tall and with a dancer's willowy frame; that was until you factored in the sheer immensity of her cum-soaked tits. Ballooning out beyond the width of her shoulders as Holly pushed her otherwise lissom body up against his. Tom could feel her stiff leaking nipples rake across the hard muscles of his chest, her delicious milk running down their gyrating torsos to mingle with the juices of their sex below.
She was utterly plastered in his pungent seed, Tom had practically needed to peel her out of the vast puddle of it that he had doused her with at Pamela's simple request. It dripped down between her massive knockers and patterned her flat belly in a tangle of warm glistening ropes. It was squishing messily out from between the crush of their humping bodies, getting all over both of them but that was fine.
Tom had marked this uber-buxom schoolslut with his abundance, just as Ms Hope begged him to do and he wasn't going to put off by his own sign of dominance.
It felt so strange but was also a relief for Tom.
For the longest time he had been frightened, scared of the outside world. Always stressing about how he would protect himself and provide for those he cared for. Tom felt bad for that other him and he internally patted that poor over-wrought soul that had fought so
hard
, for so
long
on its metaphysical shoulder and told him that it could rest easy at last.
Told him that things were finally going to be alright and that everything was going to be taken care of
properly
from here on out. Tom told that past version of himself that he wouldn't have to run from his desires any longer, no more masturbating in dark corners and denying his endless lusts--for there in his soul searing lust was where
true
strength lay.
Grabbing the lithesome blonde's--
Holly...
yes, her name was Holly--pert wriggling ass in both hands, Tom squeezed making the little slut squeal and stare up at him imploringly. Both her little fists hammered futilely at his broad muscular chest...
"Oh, Tom. You're
