Tom sinks deeper into his frenzy...

Tom moaned and shuddered in release as he painted Holly’s young womb white with his boiling baby-batter, his uncomfortably bloated balls had felt like they were about to rupture. It was in these brief moments of blessed relief that his lust-crazed mind cleared enough for him to think coherently for a few moments before the primal imperative to fuck someone, anyone overcame him again.

“Oh yes, _Tom_~!”

His mind raced as busty little Holly convulsed above him, her immense milky rack rolling like ocean swells atop her slender torso. He was in his family’s living room and one of his hands was clamped somewhere warm and wet… a quick glance showed that young Danielle was gripping his wrist as she ground his curling fingers between her clenching thighs.

Tom hadn’t even realized that he had been trimming the bewitching young gymnasts' foaming snatch, and it appeared that it had been happening for some time now…

“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 **** 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!"

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 ****. 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.