Pamela Hope plans for the future.

Tom was lost in the feel of his Pamela-Goddess's incredible body pressed so firmly against his own.

She was so lush, so soft, so firm in all the right ways. She had become undeniably the hottest, most willing and enthusiastically malleable woman he had ever encountered and yet so completely, utterly designed and built for his pleasure. Her long, slender legs were half buckled after her most recent knee-knocking, thigh clenching climax in his arms, her sweetly svelte yet **** body crushed up against his rocky frame by the simple brutal **** of his powerful embrace. It was as though some deity of lust and fertility had molded her into it's ultimate avatar then immediately turned and submitted to him in body and in soul.

He clutched at her slender upper back as her half-prone position had his colossal member pushed up against her rubber smooth belly, sculpted solar plexus and half buried into the over-ripe valley of her gi-normous tits. For that is what they were... not breasts or mammaries or boobs - no, these mountainous fleshy protuberances standing a foot out before her like massive twin celestial orbs in all defiance to the laws of physics and rational reason were tits!

No other word fit the description and his immense turgid GodCock was sliding up, in between their rippling, fleshy confines prompting him to thrust his hips smoothy into her cum-slick cleavage, reveling in the impossible silken softness of her skin and the satin, pliant feel of her soft, bulging milky flesh.

"Oh Daddy! Do you love the feel of Mommy's big boobies around your Daddy cock? Do you maybe want to fuck mine too?" His HollyGirl cooed beside them, looking down at your Manflesh sliding inexorably deeper into PamelaSlut's epic under-boob with hungry anticipation as he held Pamela there and humped her swollen chest as though she were a limp sexdoll.

Tom just grunted as a massive burst of clear, hot precum just lubricated Pamela's over-flowing titty-flesh further for his long, dominating strokes up towards her chiseled clavicles, what was left of her pink and white lacy demi-bra had practically dissolved under the deluge of his voluminous GodSeed and her constantly flowing breast-honey.

"Please Tom, My Lord, My Love! Use me... make me a vessel for your Love... for our future! Only you can save us all!" Pamela squealed tremulously bringing her slender arms together to trap his enormous length within the canyon of her careening cleavage.

The bulging, purple head of his monster cock finally fully sheathed, erupted from between the vast acreage of her immense shelf of a rack and she stared down at it hungrily.

"Ooooh Daddy! I can't- I have to- Mmmmph!"

His Baby-Girl didn't hold herself back, the moment his cum-slick tip crested from between Pamela's heavenly, rippling tits she pressed herself into her Mommy's side, bent down and sucked it between the sweet bow of her schoolslut lips with an ecstatic moan of elation.

Tom grunted in satisfaction as a wave of pleasure rolled through him at the feel of his little Princess's hot, wet lips and his Goddess's warm, pillowy tit-flesh worshiping his steely rod. By their moaning it was clear that their pleasure mirrored his own and the mixed odors of their ever ready, hungry pussies grew strong in the air.

Even so, he could distinguish between them clearly, they were his; marked and owned and if it ever came to it - he would be able to track them by their scents like a trained bloodhound sniffing the wind. Tom marveled at how much more he had become as his XXX-slaves worked his massive tool between them in their eternal quest to obey and please him.

He looked down into his Pamela-Goddess's softly glowing jade eyes as she stared lovingly back up at him, her full, kissable, moist lips gently parted and her model perfect face flushing with her hot desire for him and him alone.

Her beauty was beyond that of mere mortals, it was transcendent and Tom blasted a thick load of sticky jizz into his Holly-Slaves happily mewling mouth just at the sight of his gorgeous Goddess. As nearly all-powerful as he felt, he knew this overwhelmingly stunning creature; his lusty PamelaSlave would always have some measure of power over him.

Not control, never that, the dominance was his entirely and she would never desire it anyway but inhuman beauty like hers begged to be possessed, to be fought for and claimed, never to be discarded or put aside. For all the many women who would enter his life, she would sit above them by merit of her impossible grace, fanatical fidelity and sheer physical presence.

When he went forth to reclaim this broken world she would be at his side. When he built and ruled his kingdom as he was destined to do, she would be his Queen! A Goddess to reign with him over his new world order, to perch contentedly in his lap as he sat naked astride his mighty throne and eagerly stroke off his ever-gushing manhood as they looked down on the world together.

"Tom, my Love, my Lord. I must tell you something," she breathed in a trembling voice rich with devotion. All the while still rolling those magnificent silky tits around his pounding man-flesh as His Baby-Girl bobbed her pretty blonde head just beneath Pamela's perfectly sculpted jawline and chin. "Ms Summers told me some news..."

Ms Summers? Ah yes, one of the lesser infected who had been lured to him in his fevered frenzy... the one with a new strain he hadn't immediately recognized.

"Tell me." Tom said gently and reached down to gently caress her face making her gasp at his touch then hungrily draw his thumb between her full, plush lips to suck on.

A quick thrill ran through him and then his little Princess-Slut was slurping again, greedily swallowing another surge of his potent GodSeed shot straight into her hot, young throat. Withdrawing his hand with a wet *pop* he rested it softly on the small blondes moaning head and began guiding her suckling pace.

"Mmmm~ yes Master." His sultry Goddess had shuddered in a brief climax from the short moment of contact and Tom could smell the wetness spilling down her magnificent thighs, " Ms Summers works at the local Highschool and told me of how she received her particular strain. From a creature the teachers and student body are calling 'The Beast'..."

She walked him through a concise description of what Ms Summers had told her about the Beast and it's relation to Dr. Turner, where it had been last spotted and the effect it had on those it rutted with. For rutting is what it sounded like, the same mindless, animalistic, caveman rutting that had all the hallmarks of a man gripped in fever by the XXX-virus.

Tom was both appalled and intrigued. It sounded to him as though Dr Turner had found a way to twist his physiology in such a manner as to ride out the bouts of XXX-fever in some monstrous form that robbed him of all rhyme and reason. The creature- 'The Beast' that the good Doctor became was in some ways a warped image of what Tom had become but lacking in any sort of fineness, beauty of form or rational.

He was conflicted; on one hand he had respected Dr Turner. A man of keen intellect with empathy for those around him. A man of resolve and iron will to have made it so far into the epidemic while still trying to maintain a semblance of a normal life by returning to the school each day to watch over his students despite the madness surrounding them.

On the other hand; what was that becoming man now? A sexualized recreation of the Jekyll and Hyde monster stalking the school and it's surrounds in a mindless haze of lust and ball bursting need that personified one of the worst parts of the XXX-virus... Tom remembered what that fever had felt like and for all the humping, sucking and cumming - it hadn't felt good to feel his sense of self and identity slipping away. What would be the long term effects of this state the Doctor found himself in, could he ever find an equilibrium within himself or would it simply tear him apart? Tom didn't know and felt a pang of sympathy for the man he had once called 'teacher'.

"...then I instructed her to seek out 'The Beast' and bring him here to us. Only then would she earn our Blessing, my Love." Crooned his Pamela-Slut up at him firmly bouncing her spectacular cleavage in time with his BabyGirl's happily sucking mouth and stimulating his mighty GodCock to new heights of burning bliss.

Despite that Tom's brow creased in a mild frown, "Bring that creature here? Tell me why."

"For two reasons my Master, my King. The first is so you may consult with Dr Turner about your unique response to the virus if he is in his right mind. The second is to cow and subjugate the Beast if he is not." She replies with a serene confident smile, her tone slowly growing heated at the notion of him, her Lord and Love subduing the hulking monstrosity, no doubt in her mind that he was fully capable of doing so.

Looking down into her glowing green eyes, sensing that complete confidence in him and his indomitable will Tom knew he could do it. The die were cast, he would meet with Dr Turner, learn what he could from him and then one way or another; he would deal with the consequences.

Tom found that he was not adverse to the presence of other men in his present state, they were no threat to him but they would have to recognize him for what he was; the One True Man just as his women did, as all women eventually would. He was the Supreme Alpha now and he would not tolerate any challenge to his new mastery or future rule though if things played out right, the Beast could be a potentially useful weapon to add to his fledgling arsenal. Tom for all of his many merits - and they were boundless - was still only one Man after-all no matter how great.

"I know you can do it Tom, my Love." She whispered up at him breathily, her arousal was clear in her heated expression, her earnest tit-fucking grew in speed and intensity as Tom pushed his happy Holly-Princess's face down further into Pamela's bouncing cleavage feeding her more of his tumescent, girthy length and prepared to gift her with his next, climatic explosion of hot Daddy-cum straight down her throat into her baby-belly.

"You did well, my PamelaSlave."

The simple statement from him, her Man, had his XXX-Goddess mesmerizing jade eyes rolling in her pretty skull and shuddering in ecstasy, he could feel the heat radiating from molten hot gap between her firm thighs as she wallowed in his praise, could smell her peaking arousal. He would have to properly reward her soon... or even right now.

Pulling his BabyGirl's gasping mouth off of his readily primed GodCock he buried his fingers into his PamelaSlut's thick mane of impossibly soft, chocolate locks and **** her down filling her beautiful mouth with his bulging, pulsating cock-head.

"My first **** gets the final load."

Pamela let out of deep guttural groan of hungry desire while Holly caught her breath and pouted up at him but saying nothing. None of it even registered to Tom as from the moment he slid his aching, turgid length into his perfect fuckpets glorious hot, wet, willing mouth he erupted.

The perfect feel of her languorous tongue, her full sucking lips, the wet heat and tightness of her slender throat sent him straight over a precipice as burst after thick, rope-y burst of his hot GodCum shot into her hungry maw like artillery fire as he held her glorious face pressed down into her own colossal cleavage to take all of him in.

Pamela-Goddess sucked and swallowed and gagged in earnest trying to take it all into herself but soon her cheeks were billowed, her pretty mouth and gullet filled to over-flowing. A potent mixture of his hot manseed and her slick saliva escaped her plush cock-sucking lips and spilled down over her chin to pool in the soft fleshy valley between her humongous, trembling tits and around his pulsating, distended shaft.

Seeing this Holly-**** squealed in girlish delight and pressing forward to begin licking and slurping up the sticky mess noisily, the feel of her lapping tongue and hot breath against it's side just further exciting Tom's still erupting manhood.

It felt like over a full minute soaring release before Tom brought himself back under control, letting his gasping, gulping PamelaSlut up off of his still rigid manflesh.

It was always hard now, forever straining and erect; a fleshy totem to his supercharged virilty, an object of prurient worship and his XXX-Goddess moaned like a junkie being denied their pipe as he pulled her glorious cum slicked face away from it. A long sticky rope still connecting her pouting bottom lip to it's throbbing tip.

"Thank you Tom, thank you my Love but I need more..."

"Mmmmm! Thank you Daddy, I love the taste of your hot Daddy cream..."

"My Lord, I have prepared the first of the offerings for you."