The girls go for help...

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.

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 ****, 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…"