Pamela guides her new Master...

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 so hot and wet for him, ready to receive him and his royal seed at a moments notice. He deserved it, deserved her and so, so much more. Pamela's jutting hips and tight pussy rolled smoothly against his bucking glutes, smearing him with her juices as her girlcum splashed hot and slick from her thrumming cunt as she came, shuddering against his hot, feverish form.

He was burning with the fever of infection but instinctively the sex goddess that had once been Pamela 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 stomach and softly muscled chest feeling the heat on his skin and delighting in the play of his muscles under her fingers. His body was perfect to her new way of thinking and would only continue to grow more so under her tender ministrations. The thought excited her tremendously and her aching nipples began to milk as she pressed them against his back.

Tom let out a throaty groan, a muddle of relief and pleasure as she let the shifting of her heavy tits against her back spread her ambrosia across his skin. There was so much of it! She was excited to show her Master the abundant bounty she would produce for him; an endless flow from her aching teets that he could glut himself on or even bath in.

Imagining Him sitting upon a throne, naked and stately with her slung sidesaddle across his lap feeding Him from her bare, full tit as she stroked his kingly meat-scepter made her abruptly cum again with a delighted little gasp of pleasure.

Her juices squirted down the backs of his legs and the fronts of her thigh high white stockings but she didn't care, she barely even noticed it.

"Oh Tom, oh Master... please let me look after you. Please let this Cockslut care for you..." she whispered hotly into his ear before nibbling on his irresistible earlobe, "...let this Pussyslave tend to your glorious body as you, and only you deserve."

His grunt in response may have been one of consent or it may have been him blowing another great wad of his royal seed into big boobed vessel beneath him. She 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 color. Moving her hands back around him she began to work it into the skin of his belly and upper torso, reaching back to gather more to massage into his shoulder and neck muscles.

Feeling daring she scooped up more and with her cheek pressed up against his, cooing encouragement, she slid a milky finger past his cracked lips to offer him a taste. A heady rush running through her whole being when he accepted her humble offering of herself to him.

"Oh fuck, Pamela... your milk! It feels so good, it tastes too good!" Tom; her King panted and she took the opportunity to gently guide his lips to hers for their first sizzling hot kiss.

Euphoria washed through her as she tasted her Man and her own milk on her tongue, he was claiming her with his kiss! He was so passionate and forceful that another gush of pussy juices splattered down their legs heralded her latest climax and her sweet floral smell was growing more pronounced with each soul shattering orgasm he gifted her. But he still needed more from her... and she would give him all of herself and more.

His skin was no longer on fire where she applied her creamy lactate as though it were a salve for his fever and she continued applying it as such, occasionally bringing a wet digit up to his lips to give him another taste, thrilling every time he took in more of her sweet juices. She ran it down along his arms and across his fists, where he clutched at the waspish waist of the petite blonde offering, plowing into her with long heavy strokes of his ironclad Godcock.

With a strangled roar, her Master rose to his feet lifting both her and the schoolgirl slut up with him, forcing the small quivering body in his grasp all the way down onto his turgid shaft as the schoolslut clung to him like a cock-hungry leech. Pamela marveled at his mighty strength as she slid off his heaving back to rub her massive, spouting tits along his twitching thighs, titty-fucking his leg with them, mixing her milk with her spend there, then moving down to his calves and feet.

Sitting there at his feet - where she belonged always, she knew - her long dark hair puddling in a silken pool around her as she wrapped her massive, flawless orbs around his calf she watched in reverence as his tumescent cock speared the barely legal teen slut again and again only inches from her face. She could taste him in the air, she could reach out her tongue and lick...

"Pamela... Is that you?"

With effort Pamela Hope turned and looked up, a gorgeous redhead with long coppery hair falling in ringlets past her shoulders stood a little back from the three of them staring with wide, **** eyes. The XXX-slut was incredibly busty and bare but for a small baby blue bikini bottom stretched over supermodel hips and heartshaped 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 up made her wet kitty twitch with excitement!

...so Pamela sank two fingers into herself as she looked her old friend up and down with a critical eye before smiling radiantly at her..

"Hello Tania, dear. Won't you join me down here at our Lords feet? There is something I wish to share with you."

Tom grunted as he rutted up into the XXX-infected schoolgirl beauty. At some point the fever and fatigue that had been encroaching on his consciousness had fallen gloriously away and his vigor had returned to him with avengeance!

Mrs Hope... that Goddess had done something... tending to his ailing body with her heaven-sent tit-milk and now he was feeling stronger, harder and most importantly; beginning to regain some control.

Where, just moments earlier, he 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 fuck and blow thick loads of cum in and on the many beautiful XXX-women strewn about the room was still very much there but some sense being in the drivers seat was returning to him.

It helped that right now his balls were slapping into the tight ass of the slender blonde slut writhing impaled on his pulsating meat-pole bringing him waves of pleasure and clearing his thoughts a little as he blasted her tight confines with an impossibly large burst of pre-cum. Getting his rocks off calmed the raging beast inside and just made it easier to think.

For instance; now he had some mental clarity he could recognize that not only was the burning fever broken but the crippling muscle pain had faded too into a dull burn like one would get during a pleasant workout. Looking down at the lissome blonde 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 dancers willowy frame; that was until you factored in the sheer immensity of her tits! Ballooning out beyond the width of her shoulders as she pushed her body up against his; Tom could feel her hard nipples press into the muscles of his chest, her delicious milk running down their gyrating torsos to mingle with the juices of their sex below.

She was covered in his cum too, he had practically had to peel her out of the vast puddle of it he had painted her with at Pamela's simple request. It dripped down between her massive knockers and patterned her flat belly in a tangle of warm wet ropes. it was squishing messily out from between their conjoined forms getting all over both of them, but that was fine. He had marked her with his seed, just as Mrs Hope begged him to do and he wasn't going to put off by his own sign of dominance.

It was so strange but also a relief to 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. He felt so bad for that other him and he internally patted that over-wrought soul that had fought so hard, for so long on it's metaphorical the shoulder and told it that it could rest easy at last. Told that other him that things were finally going to be alright and that everything was going to be taken care of properly from here on out. Told 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 real 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 look up at him pleadingly, her little fists hammering in futility at his broad muscular chest... wait had it always been so muscled? He began to guide her up and down his straining fuckpole with firmer more deliberate strokes, pushing further up into her hot tight channel and making her gasp loudly and repeatedly. God but she felt like nothing at all in his arms, he was so strong!

She should have been out of it, more cum addled than any XXX-infected ever before of the sheer amount of pre-cum he had blasted inside of her but his relentless, powerful thrusting and fucking of her sodden snatch seemed to keep her present and with him.

Her big blue eyes were wide open and clear as she looked up at him with something approaching worship. Her straight blonde haired was plaster across the face neck and shoulders with sweat, milk and cum, her pretty little mouth opening and closing like a fish between girlish gasps and harlot moans. Finally she seemed to find her voice, it was strained but still held that sweet innocence of one of natures own baby-girls...

"You're so big... gasp... so much bigger than any- any other man! P-please... please fill me up big Daddy?"

That felt right and correct to Tom, sure even a a week ago he might have fled from this girl at hearing those words but that was wrong and this was right. She was his, feeling her diminutive body pressed close against his mighty swelling frame, cradling her firmly in his strong grasp. He would protect his little conquest, protect and nurture her even as he filled her sweet baby-girl pussy with his monstrous cock and no-one would ever take her from him! It was as Pamela had whispered in his ear, a new gospel truth; he was more than before and as he became more he would take more.

"Of course Baby-Girl."

It was a simple promise but said in such deep and final tones that the busty little beauty in his grip wailed in elation at hearing it, tears of joy running down her pretty little face. Her pussy went wild around his steely fuckpiece making Tom grunt in surprise as her inner walls gripped tight and bore down in his flesh as though trying to milk him! He wasn't having any of that though, he would cum when he was good and ready. He wasn't that mad XXX-infected rutting beast any more, he was a master... Her Master!

Holding her slender hip in one hand the other still gripping her ass he held her flailing body in place; speared up to his balls inside of her and with a groan of concentration he flexed a muscle he couldn't have consciously known he had... and grew.

His cock flexed and thickened inside of the blonde schoolslut, lengthening and reaching deeper inside of her, stretching her until she was beyond snug. She looked up at him with wild watering eyes, mouth forming a silent "o" that he promised himself to make good use of later and then spasmed as Tom felt a hot blast of her sweet girl-juices splatter against his crotch beneath their joining.

"H-how? How did my big Daddy... just get bigger?!" She gasped, going limp and snuggling her face into the muscles of his chest as he held her effortlessly and began pumping himself into her sweet softness again.

"Ssshhh~ relax Baby-Girl, let Daddy take it from here." He whispered softly down to her only getting a pleased mewl in response.

Her long slender legs dangled loosely by his hips now and without withdrawing from her, he hooked up both her knees over one forearm corded with new muscle and wrapped his other supporting arm around her back, reaching under an arm to grab onto a stupendous tit and squeeze. She was in an upright princess carry now; her hands and face snuggled into him as he proceeded to fuck her sidesaddle with his impressive new length.

Tom might have guessed he was pushing over a foot of steely flesh into her aching cunt with a thick new girth to compliment it's titanic size. He might have feared of hurting her as his beyond-generous fucktool rearranged her insides but knew that her XXX-infected physiology and those of any infected could and would handle the new him so put such petty worries out of his mind.

...and if they did break under his dominant **** then such toys were not worthy of him, somehow he knew Pamela would tell him as much.

Pushing up into his little princess's hungry pussy he looked down at her, focusing entirely on her, watching her shift against him with each indomitable movement, her vast titflesh quaking and a soft bulge appearing on her smooth stomach as he bottomed out in her each time. That bulge was him and he enjoyed seeing it each time almost as much as she enjoyed feeling it, or so she told him with her rising cries of ecstasy...

"Oh shit Daddy- Nnnnnrgh! Oh Fuck! Fill me Daddy, fill my baby pussy with... grasp... you huge Daddy cock! Make me a- a mommy, Daddy!"

Tom was right there with her, standing tall and bringing her down onto him as he powered up into her wailing form, clutching her to him and pounding his monstrous cock deep into her teen onahole with faster and more potentially damaging ****...

"Yes, fill her my Master, fill her completely my King! Take her as yours in name and in body! Take her for us!"

That voice, so full of sinful promise and sweet, willing subjugation to him and him alone... Pamela's voice.

With a final grunt from Tom and a shriek of exuberance from Holly, he came... and came... and came.

Long ropes of jizz, unending blasts of rich, potent baby-batter erupted from him with such **** and volume he expected to see her trim belly swell like a water-balloon.

Certainly a bit of a paunch formed, swelling up on her lissome middle but when he laid a broad hand over it and pressed. The Holly-slut mewled discontentedly then gasped as a wholesale surge of his seed and her girlcum was **** out of her lower netherlips around his still buried and still hardened cock, pouring messily to the floor at his feet

"Thank you Daddy..." She whispered drowsily as Pamela Hope, that golden goddess, that celestial beauty; all shining jade eyes, glossy chocolate hair, overflowing leaking tits and perfect bubble ass reached to take her from him. His cock throbbed, still inside Holly making her coo sleepily, at just the sight of Mrs Hope.

"Please Master, let me take care of her now. I will tend to her as I have already prepared Tania for your attention."