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A Bimbo Plague Redux

Part 009

Tom watched the announcement again as it was repeated, the police officer in the channel twelve newsroom didn’t look very healthy… The large man’s face was slick with sweat and he was jittery to say the least.

Maybe it was the three days of caffeine abuse or maybe it was an effect of the XXX-virus since the fool had openly admitted to fucking some of the infected, but the man had a wild look in his eyes and seemed to have trouble clearly framing his sentences.

Tom wasn’t buying it, but he knew men out there would.

The XXX-infected were manipulative and devious; every time the public supply of willing men with their hard dicks were running low, they did something to sow the seeds of false assurance amongst the remaining hold-out males.

In the beginning–once the unexplainable decline of males and the explosion in the number of these infected females had become apparent–a lot of men had locked themselves in their homes or gone into hiding. It was the most prudent and cautious move any man could make.

But those reactions had come too late. There had been no conclusive news reports or clear warnings so it had been up to each man individually to recognize there was a danger and to protect himself from it. By that time the federal government had fallen to shambles and ambitious XXX-infected seductresses had taken charge of several major television news networks.

Then the relentless campaign of advertisements had begun. Unbelievably attractive women, sometimes whole groups of them, had appeared on the air begging for male companionship, promising outlandish sexual delights and even offered payment to any man who would contact them.

That had brought the weaker willed men out of the woodwork and sated the hunger of the lustful masses for a while…

Then, once more men were needed again, a group of cunning Bimbos had formed a think-tank to come up with an ingenious new ploy for getting men into bed with them and their ilk. A range of hither unseen “preventatives” had appeared on store shelves in every city across the country.

The logistics of that scheme alone boggled Tom’s mind and taught him not to trust the vapid smiles of the uber-busty sex fiends.

Promised cures and snake-oil immune boosters in every form and variety had appeared in shop windows everywhere. Many of the XXX-infected beauties had even taken to peddling them door to door, hoping to lure men into their overflowing bosoms and, inevitably, between their generously spread thighs.

A lot of men had fallen for that ploy, the pills were advertised on TV with a money-back guarantee, it had been very convincing and effective.

Especially since nobody would be asking for their money-back once the virus took hold of them. Tom couldn’t imagine the trouble a clever group of XXX-infected must have gone through to mass produce the stuff and get their questionable cures so widely distributed. It was insidious and he knew that it had lured far too many men out of safety.

But now the numbers of available and willing men were dwindling again, Tom dreaded to think of what might come next. What insidious, machiavellian plan the opitomous “they” might scheme up.

Frankly, menfolk were so outnumbered at this point that the gorgeous mobs of XXX-infected could probably do as they liked. Once it was apparent that more men were needed to quench the bottomless thirst of the sex-crazed crowds, some new ploy would be used, and this news broadcast looked like one such deception…

A man reaching out to other uninfected men with a proposed preventative and a police officer at that.

His words would carry weight for anyone out there watching, just Tom was. The Officer seemed more or less in control of himself–he certainly wasn’t behaving like some sex-crazy maniac like every other man Tom had seen in the arms of infected women–but the way Officer Bakers eyes seemed to lose focus occasionally, the way he twitched and sweated…

Tom thought about the large tin of coffee he had grabbed in his shopping expedition, then straightened with resolve.

“Fuck that!”

His strength of resolution was immediately crushed by fear and trepidation as he heard a clear insistent knocking on the front door.

“Who the hell?”

Tom ran through the house bursting onto the balcony overlooking the front door. Leaning over the railing he glared down and gasped at the sight below.

Tania, Ms Hope’s friend from the day before, stood at the front door in a simple white blouse and a tight black mini-skirt that fell short of covering her entire glorious ass. From his vantage point above her Tom could only really see her full head of lustrous red hair and a mountainous amount of jutting cleavage straining against over-taxed buttons as he looked directly down her shirt.

He let out a miserable hungry groan at the sight.

“Oh, hi there, Stud”

Looking fındıkzade escort up, Tania smiled at him warmly and took a deep breath putting further strain on the blouse’s tight fabric.

“I’m so glad I caught you at home!” She exclaimed in delight, as though he would be anywhere else. “I was hoping you were in. I was wondering if I could borrow you for a few hours, my dishwasher is broken and I…”

He cut her off angrily.

“Oh my God! How stupid do you think I am? You could at least make an effort at a real excuse. Don’t come around here again!!”

He had expected her to look crestfallen or even rebuked but instead she just smiled radiantly up at him.

“Don’t be like that, I wasn’t expecting you to do it for free, how about you let me in and we’ll… talk about it.”

“You’re kidding yourself if you think I’ll let you into my house.” Tom scoffed “I know what you want and you’ll take it the same way as yesterday. Just so long as you leave me and my sisters alone!”

Tania just nodded, stepping back onto the lawn to give him a good view of her. Like all the XXX infected she was gorgeous, he had been turned on by her yesterday in her black string bikini and today was no different.

Her skin was golden in stark contrast to Ms Hope’s paler complexion and her hair was like a wave of living flame in the bright sunlight, cascading over her slim shoulders and across her heaving swaying chest that seemed to pull Tom’s eyes to them like magnets.

She slowly unbuttoned the blouse releasing her braless tits, they were like vast golden orbs and her tight pink nipples stood at attention, lactating gently. She lay smoothly back on the grass almost as though sun-bathing and ran her slender hands across her stiff peaks then slowly down her smooth belly to her tight black hip-hugging skirt.

“Do you see something you like, Tom? It’s all yours, any time you please.”

Lifting her hips she pulled the skirt up until it was bunched about her trim waist and with a playful wiggle of her sleek hips, she slipped off a pair of sheer lace panties exposing her slick hairless womanhood to him.

“All you have to do is come down here, Tom. Come down here and claim me as your woman.”

Tom gasped as she teasingly licked a long painted finger and slid it slowly into her pretty pink pussy, her emerald eyes locked on his and a soft smirk parted her full lips.

“Oh faaaark~…” Tom groaned, as the gorgeous redhead began to play with herself, bold and out in the open.

He fumbled at his shorts then dropped them around his ankles, his cock sprung free, already hard and aching. Tania gasped at the sight of it, an animal hunger blazing in her expression and pressed another clever finger into her moist mouth-watering cunt. She was the very picture of hot desire as she began moving them slowly in and out, eliciting soft moans of carnal pleasure.

Tom watched her wide-eyed and matched her pace with his own stroking hand along his rock-hard length. Tania giggled as she spotted it and quickened her pace minutely, her free hand roaming across the firm curves of her own athletic body and arching her back in a sensual bow pleasure with a soft gasp.

“Mmmhmm~ yes, Tom. That’s it… show me how much you want me…” She cooed, her every word dripping with lusty promise. Her hands moved faster as she spread her shapely legs wider and lifted her toned hips to display herself entirely for him.

Tom gritted his teeth at the sight of her breasts swaying softly and imagined sinking his fingers deep into those soft wobbling mounds, sliding his cock between that cushiony flesh or sucking furiously at the large pebbled nips.

It was almost too much to take. Then Tania started to gasp and groan as her spectacular ass bucked up off the ground.

“Pleeease~ Tom. Come on Baby… Aaahaa~! Show me how you jack that fat cock for me. That’s it… mmmmnph~ p-pump it faaaster~”

Tania groaned in famished need as she slid her twirling thumb across her own engorged nub and twisted her dripping fingers inside of her sopping snatch. The sight of it gave Tom full body tingles, as though electricity was running across his skin.

She was writhing on his lawn, not twenty feet away, fantastically naked and lewdly exposed to noon day sun and yet, somehow, he couldn’t… mustn’t let himself have her. Instead he ran his thumb across the bulging head of his meaty shaft, sucking in a deep shuddering breath as he did.

“You can do it, Tom Baby… ha! I-I know you can. Just keep nnnrrgh~ Just keep stroking it like that. K-Keep fucking me… ooomph~ just like that!”

Tania was quickening her pace now, her breaths were coming short and sharp, her fingers a blur against her gushing slit but she never broke eye contact with him. Her curvy hips had begun to buck in jerky motions with each in-thrust and her acres of bronzed tit-flesh rippled like waves as she squirmed istanbul escort upon her own dancing digits.

“Oh shit, Tania! I.. I… I think I’m close!”

A slick sheen of sweat had appeared on her golden skin and the fringe of her fiery red hair was clinging damply to her slender neck and shoulders as she writhed upon the verdant lawn. Tom was still matching her though, fucking his fist like it was her gorgeous squirting pussy.

His breathing grew choppy as he looked down upon the magnificent creature pleasuring herself below him. His eyes roamed across her taut voluptuous figure but always came back to her intense green eyes that seemed filled with crazed lust directed solely at him.

“I’m close too, Baby. Show Tania how you cum, let Tania taste your yummy cummy.”

Her soaked finger never slowed or flagged in chasing her sinful pleasure, plunging desperately into her sodden cunt with wild reckless abandon. Tom’s fingers gripped his manmeat warm and tight but he doubted they were as tight or hot as that splayed out cunt below him would feel.

His balls were swelling and throbbing, almost painfully full and he knew his climactic moment was approaching. Tom guessed Tania must have sensed it too as her head jerked down to lock onto his jerking cock like a homing beacon.

He was so goddamn close when an urgent, unwelcome feeling of dread crept up on him. Why was he doing this? She certainly wasn’t going to leave him alone now she knew she could get to him…get in his head like this. What was he getting out of it? If he was whoring himself out… a desperate thought struck him like a lightning bolt.

“Pay me bitch!” He hissed, feeling his cheeks flush with arousal and embarrassment as he heard the words leave his lips, “Pay me or I shoot this fat, sticky at my feet.”

Tania’s gemstone eyes opened wide in alarm, but she didn’t slow her urgent fingering. She just nodded feverishly as her focus zoomed in on his throbbing cock like lenses.

With that said Tom exploded, a great molten moonshot of jism arced through the air to splash with unerring precision across Tania toned golden tummy. Tania squealed in glee and scooped it with her left hand. She had lifted it to her sweet mouth when another arc splattered across her sleek muscular thighs. Her right hand left her gaping twat long enough to coat her fingers in his dense pearly manseed before sliding them straight back up inside of her once again.

“Ooohmaagawd yaaasss~” A delighted purr came from her throat as she licked his sticky spend from her fingers and stuffed even more of it into her greedy pussy then she spasmed once in a jittering orgasm and lay still, chuckling sleepily.

“Thaaank~ you Baaa-…” She drawled but never finished as her eyes fluttered shut in blissful oblivion.

Tom looked down, feeling a bit sick at the sight of the cum-junky on his lawn. He recognized the euphoria by now and knew she would be deep deep in it shortly.

“Leave the money at the door.” He muttered as he turned away then added in a shameful tone, “…and the panties.”

He fled back inside followed by the sound of her soft drowsy giggling, never spotting Ms Hope watching him closely from her bathroom window.

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Mrs Hope watched Tom retreat back through the verandah doors into the safety of his home before turning her frustrated attention to her “friend” Tania.

What the hell was that bitch doing here? Pamela had taken the risk of bringing Tania into her last attempt at seducing Tom yesterday hoping that the idea of a threesome would finally break his pesky resolve. But it hadn’t worked out as she wished and now she had a rival for his affections or–more accurately–his delicious cock.

“That goddamn Harpy!” Snarled Mrs Hope as she watched the ungrateful slut lazing euphorically in the sun. “She’ll ruin everything!”

She contemplated marching out there, dragging Tania off the lawn and back to her place to tell her off in no uncertain terms. It had been a real struggle to keep herself from vaulting the fence like an olympic hurdler when Tom had got his wonderful cock out.

She had wanted to be there, bathing in the shower precious cum as he emptied his churning balls out over the railing. She had been trembling with unbearable ravenous lust as she fought to control herself! But no, marching out onto the street and making a scene in front of the house would only hurt her plans.

“Come and poach my Tom, will you? We’ll see about that…”

She stalked angrily back to her kitchen, her magnificent tits swaying and bouncing heavily under her white apron, picked up her large mixing bowl and began whisking the ingredients with furious energy.

She would have Tom, he was hers and she would just have to trust that he could control himself with another XXX-infected (like Tania for instance) as he had with her. Though asking for Tania’s panties… bayrampaşa escort Tom had never asked Pamela for any of her underwear before.

Did she need to go lingerie shopping again? She already had quite the risque collection.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Pamela Hope looked down at her baking and let herself smile in sweet self-satisfaction. This plan would work, she was certain of it. She just had to keep control of her raging urges for a little while longer.

She reached over to grab the bottle of pills she had placed beside the flour and crushed a few more into the batter. Her late husband had not been a man to shy away from “marital aids” before the epidemic, for all the good they did him. A few more vigorous whisks stirred the crushed pills into the mix and she set the bowl aside to pull a very different kitchen appliance up onto the counter.

It had just come in the post today.

Opening the packaging she pulled out a glistening steel and glass contraption labeled “The Wet-Nurse 5000”. A wicked grin spread across Ms Hope’s lovely face as she untied the laces of her apron to expose her fantastically full and heavy tits. Her nipples tingled and started to milk in anticipation.

This part at least, she mused placing two large glass suction cups against her quickly stiffening teets, was going to be enjoyable…

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Sonya took a hesitant step back as the supply room door rocked beneath another immense blow. She looked at her friend Bianca with a mixture of fearful trepidation and heart-racing lust. She stood trembling at the sound of the bestial roar beyond the door and Bianca shot her an excited look in reply.

“It’s got to be him, right? The one everyone is talking about?”

Sonya had already been the picture of an all-american cheerleader before the XXX-virus had swept through the school. With silky blonde hair, a trim athletic figure and a flawless tanned complexion she had only ever hung out with the football team and her fellow squadmates, snubbing everyone else who she knew in her haughty pride were beneath her notice.

When she had changed though… her standards had dropped like a lead balloon. Sure, she had enjoyed the initial orgies in the locker rooms, at one point she had gleefully let the hockey team’s star players triple team her, all three at once. It had been glorious, they hadn’t even slowed their mad fucking pace after she passed out that cum-induced bliss… but they had only been the start and amongst the first male seniors to fall to the infection.

“Oh for sure, Sister. Something big is back there.” Bianca replied, clutching her hands together under her impressive pale cleavage and pushing them together. “It’s going to bust through that door any second now.”

Soon, after the initial rush on the jocks had passed, it hadn’t mattered to Sonya whose cock was in her. Just so long as they could fuck her, fill her and feed her what she needed.

The geeks and nerds had actually impressed her with their raw lustful enthusiasm, even that four-eyed pimply geek Shawn from her calculus class had lasted a whole four days of nearly constant rutting before he finally succumbed to the XXX-virus and changed. And Sonya wouldn’t have been caught dead with one of those creepy gothic losers like Bianca before the epidemic but now all that small-time snobbery seemed so unimportant.

“”I hope all this “Beast” lives up to all the hype. It wasn’t easy squeezing back into my cheer squad outfit. My boobs have gotten way larger since last time I wore it.” She said, tugging at the red and white top that was squishing her big young tits tightly together then eyeing Bianca with a skeptical eye.

Bianca was dressed in a black corset laced in red and black. Her pale tits like two overripe melons threatened to burst free of it and a short clinging black leather biker skirt stretched tight over her perfectly rounded ass and hips. The inky haired college senior was showing off generous amounts of slender white thigh and black fishnet stockings that made love to her mile-high legs.

Being infected had not changed Bianca’s sense of style, only enhanced it in a patently provocative fashion. Every small movement she made caused her large alabaster breasts to sway and jiggle enticingly and Sonya envied her for them. Her own breasts were large, huge in fact, stretching her little cheerleaders dress to its tortured limits. But larger tits were a generally indicator of how many partners a girl had scored. It was a sign that Bianca had been more active in the early days than Sonya. Getting laid and, most importantly, getting that precious cum.

“It’s got to be him! I heard his monster cock is as long as the leg of a chair.”

“Ms Summer’s said she thought she was going to split in two. Can you imagine?”

Like every other XXX-infected in the school they had quivered in delight at the descriptions of “The Beast” and formed a most unlikely team in their search for Dr Turner. Then they heard the roars and loud womanly moans coming from the lab supply room and they rushed into the adjoining classroom and locked the door behind them.

Locking themselves in, or rather, locking out any of their competition.

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