Mrs. Hope awakens...

Mrs. Hope stirred in the final moments of her euphoric stupor with a purr of satisfaction. Then, sensing something amiss, she bolted upright on the bedroom floor.

She was alone?

Pamela Hope wasn’t sure what to make of this, every other man she had lured into her welcoming arms and spread thighs had promptly and inevitably been overcome with that feverishly berserk lust for the nearest hot and handy hole. She had always awoken to find them sawing like a deranged woodcutter into her foaming cunt with animal desperation and oooh~ what a wonderful way it was to wake up.

So where was Tom?

She had been so thrilled when he had finally cracked and the reckless look in his wild-eyes was all she needed to know that he had finally succumbed. All thanks to her… so why had her prize fuck-stud up and vanished?

Mrs Hope primly touched at her cock-bruised lips with her fingertips, checking for any errant smears of precious Tom-seed that she might have missed but found none. Pamela had been over the moon to finally taste Tom’s stony prick, ecstatic even! Anything to get another fresh throat-full of warm liquid-lust but it certainly wasn’t the same as being fucked raw and rough or feeling him blow his hot load deep inside of her throbbing pussy.

Why, it was hardly better than when he had jacked off from the balcony above her and that hadn’t been terribly fulfilling for Pamela. The cum-induced bliss was mind-blowing but it was so much more… satisfying when she sank into it while still being ravaged and shuddering in a cunt-crushing conga-line of toe-curling climaxes…

She shook herself free from her horny reverie with a hungry moan. Her nethers were still pulsing with that familiar terrible craving and she was sure that was the reason she had awakened so soon. Why wasn’t Tom here, lurching atop her and filling that aching void with his rock-hard immensity? He should have been here with her!

Well, she was going to see to it that he was inside her again and soon…

She was just straightening her scintillating lingerie in the mirror when she heard the distant sound of feminine moans coming from downstairs. Frowning angrily Pamela Hope followed the lewd noises down the stairs and froze in the living room entryway.

“Mmmhmm… Do you like this schoolgirl pussy, Baby? Tell me you love my naughty schoolgirl pussy…”

“Uuurgh~ fuck yeah, Holly. Don’t stop…”

Tom was laying naked on the carpet, flat on his back with some barely-legal blonde slut gleefully bouncing like a jackrabbit on a rigid fleshy totem standing as tall and upright as a flagpole from his prone pelvis. Bouncing was the right word for it too, Mrs Hope realized as she stared at the schoolgirls enormous jiggling tits.

They were massive, no question, but on the schoolgirl bimbo’s petite figure they looked especially humongous, as though someone had plugged a garden hose into her perky teen chest and turned to water on full bore.

“Your big dick is sooo~ thick, Tom. I love… aaahha~ how thick it feels, stretching out my tiny schoolgirl pussy.”

The ravenous XXX-strumpet was moaning loudly, her eyes squeezed tightly shut in carnal concentration as she focused wholly on drilling herself down onto Tom’s perpetual stiffness as fast and hard as she could. For his part, Tom was clawing at her mountainous melons, squeezing thick flows of tit-honey into his own face and causing the young blonde to squeak breathlessly in excitement with each sensational squirt.

Mrs. Hope gaped wordlessly, staring about the room in dismay.

Splayed limply out on the living room couch was another woman closer to Pamela's own age in appearance with long tangled autumn locks. She had clearly just been fucked senseless and her body was unlike any XXX-infected Pamela had ever seen.

Rather than being painfully slender like a runway model or an elite track athlete this dazed ditz was all full lush curves and voluptuous from toes to tits. Her hips were rounded and strong, her breasts ripe and juicy to the **** and she had a full-bodied mature sex-appeal that Mrs. Hope hadn’t seen in any other XXX-infected before.

"Say it… oomff~ Say you love pounding my naughty schoolgirl pussy, Tom."

"I do, Holly… I love fucking your naughty schoolgirl pussy!"

On the carpet beside the rutting couple was a slender young brunette in a pink leotard pulled down to her tapered waist exposing her plump pert melons. She had one hand pressed between her sleek thighs as her other ran across Tom’s heaving chest in fondling encouragement. The brunette's breasts weren’t as swollen as the squealing blondes but were still nearing the size of her own pretty head, defying gravity with their sheer perkiness and spherical superfluity.

On a level of purest clinical comparison, they might have been the smallest pair of milky mams in house and that made Mrs. Hope feel somewhat better as she stalked across the room with bloody purpose written large on her usually breath-taking features.

“What do you think you’re doing? Get the hell off of him, Tom is mine!” She snarled, nearly spitting in jealous outrage.

Tom and the blonde didn’t even hear her but the not-quite-as-busty brunette gymnast glanced up at Pamela before looking away dismissively.

“It’s share and share alike, Big Sister.” The shameless girl said petulantly, still rocking in place with her writhing hand wedged between her athletic thighs. “You wouldn’t try and keep all this fine fucking hunk of man for yourself, would you? Besides, we were invited…”

Mrs. Hope groaned in heartfelt disappointment. She knew that giving Tom the phone hadn’t been a good idea but she had been on the very edge and so close to finally bagging him. Tom had made it his final demand.

Now she was going to have to share him with these three poaching bitches.

Well, it could be worse. It wouldn’t be the first time she had been **** to share a man. In fact, one-sided orgies were fast becoming the only way most XXX-girls were able to score their ‘fix’ with the male to female ratios spiraling quickly out of reasonable control.

But Mrs Hope still relished the early days when hot man-flesh and hard tasty dicks had been bountifully abundant and, like so many ladies of middling years, she pined for the past.

Those good old days of a few weeks ago.

The sight of that howling schoolgirl minx riding her Tom right in front of her made Pamela’s pussy nearly cramp with excruciating need and she fell to her knees beside the two of them.

With a deep groan of resignation, she slid her own hand down the front of her frilly white thong and began to finger her swollen pearl…