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The Doll who Loved me – Chapter 2: A cup of blessings

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Wednesday was groceries’ day. At some point in the long past, there was a particular reason for him to pick that day—and only that day—for buying his weekly essentials, though he no longer remembered it. Wednesdays just felt right. They had a laxness to them: neither the dread of Mondays nor the chaos of Fridays. They sat right smack in the middle, almost as if balancing the whole workweek on their head, so the world seemed alive, but tame.

Safe. It just felt safe. Not that he had many reasons to expose himself to the world every week, Wednesdays or not. Once every month would suffice, given that he ate very little, and consumed other frivolities even less often. Somewhen in the past, too, he’d changed his schedule for buying groceries only once every month to once every week. As with his choice of the groceries’ day, the exact time of the change eluded him, but the reason was much clearer than ever: «she is so pretty.»

He stood idly at the entry of the market. Time slowed down whenever he saw her. ‘Pretty’ wasn’t the best word. ‘Hot’ was.

That was a perk he hadn’t considered at all when moving to that country—well, not consciously, at least: people there looked much more beautiful than the average—almost astonishingly so—, and girls who would be models elsewhere were usually teachers, drivers, or cashiers in that land. The most average of them looked like models; the better ones, like angels. Competition was so stiff even the cutest gals didn’t think too highly of themselves, and many of them probably even faced a good deal of self-esteem issues, becoming easy (or at least easier) preys for men with just a little bit of balls between their legs.

He wasn’t such a man. In fact, he might was well have been born a girl, so paltry was his pair. He remembered how it took him an Herculian deal of effort to even just look at a woman in the eyes for the first time—and that was with his fucking phychiatrist! His experiences taught him to never again even try and address a lady. Ever. «Just a waste.» He lowered his head and walked in. «Don’t bother them. You’re just a waste.»

Yet still, he couldn’t stop thinking about the pretty girl at the register as he loaded the bags on his cart. He sometimes stopped between the lanes just to have another glance at her, all while making sure he’d never pause for longer than three seconds, more or less. He had become quite an expert at being a lurker without being a creep. He didn’t want to make pretty girls uncomfortable, yes, but he also wasn’t going to deny himself the pleasure of seeing them. «The sight of a pretty woman is a human right,» he sometimes justified to himself.

At first glance, that girl in the counter was polar opposite of one he’d purchased, and not just from the fact that she was, well, actually real. She was slim and very feminine, hardly weighting nine and a half stones, and definitely without a drop of tomboyishness in her whole demeanor. She was an all-around princess, yet she still carried that humbled, honest look of someone who didn’t have all things in life handed in a silver plate—beauty aside, of course.

She looked down-to-earth. Real. Just like him. He loved to imagine how much better the world would be from her point of view. Good parents, great country, strong relationships, calm and peaceful society. How would it feel to have people always smiling when they looked at you? Treating you like a human being? Showing you always the better angels of their nature?

Should feel nice, he sighed. A world less dry, less threatening. A world where he’d be safe anywhere, anyday, not just on Wedsnedays, and definitely not by living at the very edge of the frozen outskirts of Earth.

He calmly placed his items one by one on his cart. Stopping by the frozen goods, he gave one good look at all he’d bought and realized his lifestyle wasn’t all that bad. «I’m not that much a loser,» he smiled, if only briefly. There was not a bit of organic food or spice in sight, yes, but at least he was past the point of consuming only ready-made goods and frozen junk.

Yeah, he still ate like a college student, but at least he’d be a rich college student: there was pasta and rice and beans with expensive sauces and whole pounds of expensive meat coupled with some fancy-ass bottles of juice imported from his native land, of all places, which happened to sell for a pretty penny up there in the Artics. «Heh. Ironic.» He wondered, feeling the weight of the bottles in his hand. «Back there, this thing’d be cheaper than water.» Considering how hard sanitation and plumbling came around, that wasn’t all hyperbole.

There is only so much junk food, after all, one could have before kissing their heart bye-bye. Mostly, though, it was shame: though food did bring him confort, it’d never been to him the end-all, be-all it was for other people. His hatred for growing fat just happened to be much stronger than his pleasure of munching on junk food.

In a way, the things people did to him in his old country did leave a positive side effect on his body—if not on his mind.

He startled himself by throwing a package of meat a little too hard in his cart. The sound of the heavy meat clashing on the metal woke him from those nasty thoughts, only for him to notice that other people were staring at him very intently.

He immediately lowered his head and carried on with his business, rolling fast between the lanes and disappearing from any gaze as quickly as possible.

People could sense the weird and the disease in him. It was obvious for anyone with their minds in the right places: just as beautiful, rich people exhuded the smell of ease and success, he smelled the stench of failure and inadequacy. It wasn’t even that he resented the fact he was made to fail and slumber; it’s just that everything took so long! «Nature could end me now and quick.» He thought, moving along the isles without picking anything. «More merciful, ya know.»

The fact he could have to go for fifty, sixty, maybe seventy years longer in life sometimes made him desperate. Alone in his apartment—his heavenly kingdom—he sometimes screamed to himself, banging his head against the walls, never to be heard. Not that he minded, of course, never being heard. He preferred it that way, that nobody knew of his problems. It was much better than somebody knowing, but not caring. Or worse: somebody knowing… and enjoying it.

He felt the swelling under his eyes and stopped at the middle between two lanes, felling his heart pace and his skin burn, sweat forming on his forehead. There was a slight unease of breath followed by a blurring of his vision. He had to close his eyes and count to ten, twenty… fifty… but the problem didn’t go away as quickly as it used to.

The longer he faced it, the worse it got. The last time he had it this bad… well, it was really, really bad! Back in his old land. In public. It involved slurs and beating. And blood. His blood.

He felt like losing balance, and the image of those shelves toppling on one another like dominoes because of his carelessness burned brightly in his mind. «The manager’ll come. They’ll scream at me.» The swelling and pain got stronger. His hands were trembling, gripping the cart’s handrail like they wanted tear it off.

A voice came by his side. Almost scared the soul out of his body: “you alright, mate?”

He answered just as promptly: “hmm… headache. Big one.”

“Uh.” The stranger gave him a good look and, thankfully, ignored him. Maybe the man saw that he was no good. Maybe he saw he was a foreigner. Or maybe he had feigned normalcy so that the stranger didn’t feel like saying anything else.

Still, it stung a little. Even if it was actually “just” a headache, it would have been nice for the man to ask if he needed anything, or maybe even go the extra mile and offer him some health assistance—like calling a doctor or something. «Nah,» he forged a smile on his face. «I’m good. It’s better this way. This guy made me a favor.» People like him were better off forgotten.

Maybe looking at the beautiful cashier would make him feel better.

It did. At moments like those, he usually didn’t like thinking about women. Brought him back unconfortable memories, you see. It was a useless, anyway, to dream about something he’d never have. That girl, however, made him feel special; she made him feel calm and sweet. It was something ‘bout her beauty, both arousing and delicate, like a lover and a sister, or a goddess who’d turned into mortal just to take care of him.

He didn’t feel too intimidated by her. Was it because she was poor (or at least working class)? Was it because she was young and quiet—an uncommon thing for pretty gals like her—, maybe nerdy or a bookworm, someone even closer to him?

«You should go talk to her.»

That voice. That annoying voice in the back of his head. He shut his eyes and shook his head, trying to physically expel it from within him. «No!» He reaffirmed. He was not to do the same fucking mistake he did… so many years ago.

He turned the cart around and strolled aimlessly throught the market, with nothing else to buy. The calm and ease were gone. He was now just fearful, with his head heavy and aching, his heart picking up pace, the pressure rising as he realized that, romantic or not, he would have to face that girl up-close.

«Come on. You’ve done that already. Many times, even!» He tried smiling and being positive, but was bombarded by a tsunami of vicious thoughts at every attempt. Maybe he shouldn’t leave that place. Maybe he couldn’t. He looked around and tried to imagine himself living in that already-too-familiar store—the same spot he’d been shopping for the past two years and something. «Fuck.» The word exploded in his mind, time and time again: «fuck. Fuck. Fuck.» Like a deathroll inmate, he went to the counter trying his best to not look at the guard.

Don’t disturb her. Don’t you dare ruin her good day and good mood with his presence. Beauty was something too precious to be tainted by his being. It was, in a way, his only way of caring for her: the farther he got from girls like her, or the more invisible he made himself to them, the better.

T’was a nice relationship: he fed on their beauty, they weren’t disturbed by him. Though that girl didn’t know it, she made the world a much better place by just existing and being beautiful—as if her abundance of good blessings somehow trickled down into his empty chalice of love.

«I respect you. I really do.» He thought, growing a hunchback as he put the groceries on the counter. She might have been looking at him. He couldn’t know, of course, not without lifting his head and seeing it for himself. «I could be feeling less stressed by not coming out here so often. But I do.» He raised his head. «All because of you. Beautiful stranger.»

She wasn’t looking at him. Mechanically, like the job had become part of her instincts, she just grabbed the stuff, passed them under the barcode reader, and stashed them on the other side. It was only then that he noticed he’d forgot to hurry up and package the groceries. «Fuck!» Was his first thought. «Hot!» Was his second. These two were his only thoughts, basically: «fuck! Hot! She hot! Fuck!»

Her skin was beyond flawless—freckles included. «They’re like whiskers. Her face is so feline. So… feminine.» Her eyes were aggressively green. Like… «wow!» They were almost two big emeralds dimming every other light in the room.

She barely looked at him directly, and that was nice. She treated him with the casual disinteresst of a tired-ass, bored-out-of-her-mind teenage cashier, one who had to take on those menial jobs just to pay her way through college or something like that.

«Here,» he pondered, «she doesn’t have to worry about college.» He felt another pinch in his heart. Looking around the place, it was easy for him to forget just how clean and tidy everything in that country was, to the point that even an mundane store like that shone like chrome. «Nobody suffers here. It’s like paradise does exist, but it’s meant only for them.»

He felt resentful and a little bit angry, leading him to mutter to himself and—oh!—catch the attention of his girl.

She looked straight at him, a bit startled. “Sorry?” She leaned forward. “Did you say something?”

He staggered. Deer-on-the-headlights look in his eyes. “Nah, nothing.” He said, stammering his way through the words.

“Hmm.” The pretty girl moved the last few itens past the scanner: “four hundred fifty-seven, twenty-two.”

“Uh-uh.” He muttered, swiping his card and getting the hell out of there as soon as his payment came through. There was a brief moment, however, as he was typing his PIN, when he wished she’d recognized him. «I don’t know. I wish she, like, said something.» Maybe asking whether she’d seen him before, maybe commenting on the fact that he’d bought groceries regularly there, same time, same day, every week without fail, or… «I don’t know.» Something. Anything.

The best thing was probably for her to not say anything, of course. Still hurt, though. «Why can’t I do a bloody thing?!» He hit his head with a fist, thrashing the bags on his arms. «You stupid little cunt!»

A car almost ran him over as he crossed the street without looking. When he got to the other side he realized, with great sadness, that he was still alive.

«Fuck.» Feeling his head almost exploding with negativity, he looked back at the store, through the dark, blue-ish windows where he glimpsed his girl, so faintly visible, and then he was calm again. With a long, chill sigh, he turned around and walked slowly back to his place. «This doll can’t take long enough to come.»

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African College Futa series

[NSFW/+18!] The African College Futa – Part 2

“Who the hell, really, does she think she is?” It was a question that became all-encompassing as the rumors, nay, the accounts of that daring student multiplied across campus. Veronica and I were especially interested in those rumors, as they pertained precisely to the world we were supposed to be queens of; in our unrivaled, unchallenged status quo, that African bitch had appeared to shatter its foundations—and this was driving us crazy!

It all started with a few students “disappearing” for a while: students who never missed a class started missing them, only to reappear days later in completely fucked up conditions and exhausted expressions. Some of the absences lasted for well over months, and at least two students were never heard of again after the African witch, as it appeared, started performing her magic on them.

Males and females, there seemed to be no discrimination on who she chose to attack. Every time we saw a pale face with tired eyes and bruises all over the body, we knew this was a student who had met with the African’s curse. “What happened, Jesse?” We approached one of our friends—a ripped, but much leaner fitness student. Her appearance was absolutely pitiful: since the last time we saw her, she seemed to have lost over thirty pounds, and her limbs were always trembling every time she moved and tried to recount the horrors she had seem.

It was the same story from every pair of lips who recounted it; the same terrifying, yet arousing tale: “we fucked. Me and Jamila.” Oh, so that was her name: Jamila! How well we would have come to know it, and how many times we would hear it, with an admiring tone, from so many other mouths—until it was our mouths who were uttering and screaming it in ecstasy. But back to our friend: “I d-don’t know if she noticed me checking her out. I m-mean, we all knew, right, that I was… fuck! She’s so attractive! I couldn’t help but not to spy on her, to follow her, to try and get a peek… of her awesome body. Damn!” She seemed to be struggling for breath at every couple of words. “She came to me. Out of nowhere, she walked up to me and asked if I wanted to fuck. I was completely shocked by her brashness, but her body, her muscles… fuck, I couldn’t say no to a woman like her, couldn’t I? It was an experience I sure would never miss.” She crossed her legs and squeezed them tightly, her thighs much less impressive and drier than they used to be. Her hands too were crossed above her crotch, as if she was trying to protect something. “Never again. There is a limit to everything, and that woman… that… monster!…” Her heart was pacing. We could hear it from afar! “She’s beyond anything anyone can ever imagine.” Then, her eyes turned to us: “be careful, you two. That monster will soon have you in her sights.”

This first testimonial was enough to peek our curiosity, but it was the following accounts that really got our souls raging. Not just their content, but their numbers: in a span of four months, the African queen appeared to have laid with over half the student body. Soon, we learned that even the staff wasn’t safe from her. Professor Johnson, the college’s preeminent Muay thai instructor, had the same bruised look as everyone else when we gathered enough courage to ask him “what happened?” The poor man’s body, as bad as it looked, wasn’t half as bruised as his ego, though: “I’ll tell you what happened: that freak of nature has destroyed me, that’s what!”

He wasn’t much help, of course. It was much harder getting those confessions from boys than it was from girls, as the crushed egos were so much more painful on the male souls. Still, with just a little inquiry, we soon discovered that it wasn’t just Mr. Johnson, but the entire Muay thai team of the school who had been laid and conquered by that savage African pussy—all in the same night. “What?!” We had to control ourselves so as not to scream aloud in the middle of the hallways. “Are you saying that she did them all… in the same night??”

Our friend Rebecca was just as shocked as we were—if not more, for she was the one who had to take care of the boys after the fact. “Not the same night; the same weekend. I saw firsthand their bruises and injuries, some of them with twisted joints and broken bones.” She came closer to us, lowering her voice, making sure no one else could hear the indelicate matter: “she spent the entire weekend laying the living fuck out of them.”

“B-but they’re…” Poor Veronica couldn’t stop gulping, clearing her throat, crossing her legs, and adjusting her tight skirt on her pelvis. “There are, what, twelve of them?”

“Sixteen.”

“Sixteen?!” I couldn’t believe it. No: I couldn’t accept it. “You’re saying that she fucked sixteen men in a single night?”

“Again, no, not a single night.” Her eyes glimmered with both loathing and passion: “a single session. They met on Friday. The first bodies arrived on the hospital on Monday.”

“Oh, my god!’ Veronica covered her mouth, standing on the tip of her toes. “Are they okay?”

“Two are in… fuck. I can’t believe I’m saying it.” She shook her head and sighed. “Two are under intensive care. Most of the others are fine, but they’ll take a week… weeks to recover. Only Mr. Johnson was discharged, and that’s because she’d left him for last.”

I gulped. “For last?”

“Yes. According to the boys, she said he was ‘by far the most appetizing lay of the night.’ She treated the other boys are mere entrees before the banquet. She said—and again, I don’t believe I’m saying that—that he’d be ‘the first man worthy of her cunt in this whitey country,’ and that she would ‘lay him like only African gods can.’” She gave us that same look: “you shouldn’t be thinking what you are thinking. You haven’t seen the X-rays. I have.” She shuttered. “Three of the guys had their pelvises crushed. Two of them has their femurs dislocated. One will not be able to walk sooner than a month, and five others are so malnourished we had to hook them on machines to inject nutrients back into their veins. They said that, once that monster locked her gaze on them, the minimum she’d last with them was three hours each. They said she fucked four, even five of them simultaneously. One told me she fucked him for eight hours unendingly until he passed out and woke up in the hospital bed.”

“You can’t be serious.”

She took a phone from her pocket and showed us images of the crime scene: “please, don’t tell anyone I showed you this. It’s actually forbidden to take pictures of our patients, but fuck me, what the hell was I supposed to do? Just listen to their stories without a lick a proof? I ain’t being this naïve. Here’s the result of her sex marathon.”

She swiped through the pictures with her thumb, showing us row after row of broken up bodies and beat up males. Though we expected to see something ugly, we didn’t know it would be that gruesome.

The bodies just kept getting worse and worse with each swipe, some of them barely looking alive. “Jesus Christ! Were they hit by a truck?”

“Well, even a truck wouldn’t be that bad.”

“Is she into some kinky shit? Seriously, look at this one: he’s completely twisted! From head to skin, his all purple and bloated, and his limbs all look twisted.”

“No ‘kinky shit,’ at least that I know of. It’s just her body and her prey.” She adjusted the glasses on her nose. “There is something peculiar about her, though. Something I think you would be very interested in knowing.”

We turned our hungry gazes to her, no longer concealing out raging curiosity. “What, what, what?”

“Here. Look at this.”

“Eww!” We immediately turned our faces away. The pictures were now of their gaping anuses and stretched-out pelvises. One of them had an asshole so widened it’s like someone had been fisting him all weekend long. “What the fuck has she done to them?”

“She fucked them.” Our girlfriend, though, felt the need to be more precise: “she penetrated them.”

“Penetrated them with what?” We were met with silence. “You told us she didn’t use anything but her body.”

“Yes. I have told you that.”

“Then how could she have left them in this state? Jesus Christ,” we kept seeing the images, “are all of them like this?”

“All of them. They won’t take a shit without great pain in under a few months, I tell ya.”

“Then how did she do it? There’s no way a woman can do that just with her pelvis! Did she use a strap-on, like I do with Veronica?”

“Heather, please.”

“Oh, come on, Vee-vee.” I took her hand. “Everyone knows I fuck ya lika a mustang.”

She smirked. “You fuck like a beast. I can’t help but to…” She fawned. “Take every inch and every ounce of your power.”

“You two done?”

“Please, tell us. Stop teasing us so: what did she use to leave these men so torn-up and wrecked? Fuck, this one has literally been torn up in the ass. Jesus! You had to stich the poor fuck back up! Did she fist him or what?”

She was trying hard not chuckle at us. “For two strong, independent women like you, you have a very strange lack of imagination.”

“So it’s not a strap on, is it?”

“No, Heather. I told you already: she used only her body.”

“So, her fists.”

“No.” She raised her eyebrows. “She’s into no such kinks. If anything, she’s rather conservative: most of these men were destroyed in simple missionary.”

“Then how…?”

We both shut up. The gears in our brains only then began to turn.

“Now you understand, don’t ya? Or do you want me to spell it all out to you?”

Our hearts began to race. Our legs, to weaken. “Is she… does she have…?”

She nodded. “She’s a hermaphrodite. A very perfect one, as far as they told me.”

“A hermaphro…”

“It means she’s got a cock, Veronica. A cock as well as one tight, massive cunt!”

“Oh, my!”

“What kind of cock?”

“The kind of cock that leaves asses in this state.” She showed me a particularly gruesome picture of an anus inches wider than my own fist. “I wish I had any pictures. Sadly, none of them had the chance to take one of her before she… uh, massacred them all.”

“Holy fuck.”

Something began to change in our friend: she was touching her neck and her hair more often, clearing her throat, crossing her legs, as if her inner turmoil was finally taking the best of her professional demeanor. Once her cheeks flushed and her face was filled with warm colors, we realized she was horny as fuck. “A perfect hermaphrodite, I mean… can you believe it? They told me she’s not just ‘a male,’ but a very endowed one. In fact, when talking about her genitalia, all the men seemed to go into a paralysis state, as if the horror (or the humiliation) was too great even after everything they told us.” She walked closed and confided: “they told me she’s an elephant. Like, really, really big. Bigger than any woman being, even as big as a horse.” The hallway rumbled with the combined echoes of our gulping. Our throats were as dry as the Sahara, but that didn’t prevent us from moving even closer and begging for more intel—which our friend was more than happy to provide: “I have no exact numbers, but one guy told us she was much bigger and thicker than his whole forearm…”

“Oh, come on. That is impossible!”

“Huh, I wasn’t finished, Heather: she’s bigger than his forearm… when she’s limp.”

The silence. One could hear our three hearts beating in unison. “W… h… a… t…?”

“I don’t believe it either.” Again, she showed us the pictures. “However, the X-rays don’t lie: they were penetrated by something much longer than twenty inches and thicker than five inches. Even if they were just exaggerating and the dick isn’t really so humongous, no doubt can be cast upon her strength.” She showed us more images of their internal organs, which seemed to be all messed up from their guts to their stomachs. “You know the ones on intensive care? They had to undergo surgery to reconstruct their guts. She torn them to shreds, real freaky shit. Honestly, they wouldn’t have had it this bad if they took a literal sledgehammer to their asses. She should be charged for attempted homicide, I tell you.” Still, our friend licked her lips. “What freak of nature possesses such a penis and such a power to leave sixteen men such an absolute and complete wreck? Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”

More than making us wonder, it made us obsessed. She wasn’t the only one with information about that prodigious student, we eventually learned, as the “survivors” of her plight multiplied with the passing of the days and the weeks. From all trembling lips in all exhilarated faces we heard the same ole story, piecing together the new nuggets of intel as they were presented to us: “the balls! The balls of that woman!” The terrified face of a once proud bodybuilder made us gulp and adjust the skirts in our pelvises. “I could hear the semen coursing inside those two giant things!”

His terror, his trembling, the fact that he’d been walking for days on crutches, we noticed it all, yet the fear didn’t halt our curiosity: “she’s got balls?!” By the way his head trembled as he nodded, we could see he was just as confused as we were.

“Yeah, s-she’s got balls, and she knows how to use them. I mean,” he rubbed his face, “they’re full. Always full! Just as she cums, she produces more semen. I never saw a woman… well, a creature cum as much as that monster did, and I’m into this thing!”

“How does she, well…” I was ashamed of asking such questions, but in face of that discovery, well, my pride be damned! “How does she compare to your other lovers?”

He would have laughed if he wasn’t so scared. “She doesn’t. There’s just no comparing a normal person to that… that…” He shuttered. “That abomination.” Then he looked at us. “I thought you two were tireless freaks in the bed…”

“Oh, thank you.”

“…but you’re not.”

“Oh.”

“You’re nothing compared to her. Not by a mile.”

I stepped forth. Now things were personal. “You couldn’t hold a candle to either of us! Each of us exhausted you on our own, let alone the two of us together.”

“I’m not saying, Heather, that you’re bad. No way. You two are the greatest women on Earth when it comes to sex. Like, you have no peer, no competition! I always thought I was quite a stud, but you two taught me what sex was really like—and for that, my sweethearts, you have my thanks.”

“So why do you…?”

He shut us both by raising his hand. “You have no peers among normal people, but that woman… that abomination!… I wouldn’t put her on your level, ever, for she doesn’t belong to us, you know, mere people, mere humans, but,” he gulped, “maybe demons. Or angels. Or gods.”

“Come on, now you’re pushing it.” But we both froze as he looked at us with such scary seriousness.

“The things she did to me… to us!…” He leaned down to his knees, resisting the urge to curl in a fetal position. “She’s not human. She cannot be. She destroyed us, Heather, I mean it! I’m the only one, it appears, who survived to tell the tale.”

Indeed, it’s been weeks since we’d seen the rest of his gang: he and five other guys, always together, always loud and merry, picking up all the chicks who were into muscles and cocky personalities. Now, that poor man, once the king of all muscle heads, had been reduced to shrivel of his former, jock-y self: “ain’t no comparing. She’s not human. S-she’s…” For a moment, it was if he was staring at the heart of darkness. “She’s not human!”

“Why did you even get together? I thought you were too macho to ever play the pegged type.”

Silence. It was clear there was still too much for the poor, broken male to unpack. Slowly, a defeated smiled appeared on his face. “I was, wasn’t I? Well, I guess I thought so. I won’t deny I was ‘curious’ about her after hearing what she did to… well, everybody else. I was curious, yes, but that’s not what drove me to her. She fucked Marissa, you know?”

“Marissa? Ah.” We remembered: “your girl?”

“My ex, I guess. Doesn’t make a lotta difference. We weren’t that close, anyway, but damn!, she was still my lay, and that African slut fucked her under my nose! That couldn’t stand! I went after her to take, uh, satisfaction.”

Silence. If we leaned in any further, we would have laid on his body. “And?”

No immediate answer. Poor bastard still had a lot to chew. “The bitch challenged us. ‘I hear your guys are the biggest studs out here.’ She knew about us. She didn’t even blink before putting her finger on my pecs and saying: ‘I challenge you to a fight. Let’s see how long you last with me.”

“A fight?”

“I knew what she meant. Me and the boys thought ‘alright, fine, easy pussy.’ It would be a great way to get revenge and get laid.” Again, he curled up into himself, and his soul seemed to leave his body. “H-how long does she last? I-I’ve been hearing stories, you know…”

“Hey, honey, I think you’re getting distrac-”

He just kept speaking, though, like a machine on autopilot, his mind turned mere voicemail: “I’ve heard she can fuck for days. I don’t doubt it. With a penis like that…” His legs were spread out, maybe to give his crotch a bit of cool air. “We didn’t last long. Not as long as these stories go. In the end, we were weak. Not nearly the strong studs we always thought we were.” His hands went down to his crotch, gripping it as if to protect what little remained. “Each of us blanked out in under an hour. I was the last of her ‘crop,’ as well as the one who lasted the longest. She knew it, for just as she dropped Dario’s unconscious body on the pile of my other defeated dudes, she walked over me and said: ‘come. Try and dominate me. If you managed to cram your ant-sized cock on my asshole, I will forever be your sex slave.’ There was no other side to that challenge, you see. The arrogant fuck didn’t even feel like thinking about it: of course she was going to win!”

“Did you, like, got aggressive?”

“Of course we did!” For the first time, we finally got a peek of his former, stronger self: “I went after her like a fighter. I really wanted to punish that bitch, to pummel her with my fists, but every time I tried to push her into the ground, every time I tried to subdue her…” The words, along with his breath, appeared to have been eluding him. “She. Just. Shrugged it off! Like this, like I was nothing! I punched and kicked that bitch in the balls, yet she just laughed at me. At one point, she almost broke my arm, twisting it like this, really nasty, just to prove her point: that goddess…” He covered his mouth. His lips had blabbered something only his mind should know: “that bitch, even after five hours of fucking, could take me down with an arm under her back and not a drop of sweat in her whole body!”

“You mean… literally? Not a drop of sweat?”

Every time he raised his face to us, his expression was sunken deeper and deeper into existential despair. “Yes. I don’t believe she sweated after the whole ordeal. Not that I can know, anyway: I passed out after two hours of ‘fighting.’ She commented that I was ‘a very good man’ for lasting so long, and that ‘only’ eight other people in her life had lasted longer. Eight people, you see! I bet that whore remembers the names and faces of all of them. How many people does that bitch fuck? Anyway, doesn’t matter. All I care about now is Andre, Percy, all the gang. Haven’t heard about them in a while. She told me I was strong, and that I should be proud for lasting so long, but still my ass didn’t stop bleeding for three days, and only yesterday did I really begin to walk properly back again. If I was the strong one, Lord knows what happened to the ‘weakest.’ If all these rumors hold water, they might still be at the hospital as we speak.”

As we would later find out, yes, two of them were indeed at the hospital—one in grave condition. “She’s making quite a reputation for herself, you see.” Another friend told us: “word says the higher-ups are considering some ‘corrective measures.’ She’s starting to affect the performance of whole classes, not to mention the lives she’s putting on the line with her… oh!…” She adjusted the shirt on her massive, bouncing cleavage. “Performance!”

Veronica and I looked at each other and smiled. “You said you slept with her. How come you’re not, you know, dead or something? How come you’re still in one piece?”

The tall, gorgeous vixen crossed her legs. Her eyes were still full of passion as she looked at us, even though it’s been months since we last made love. “You know, Heather, Veronica, you’re still going to be the best lays of my life, and I really can’t thank you enough… oh!… for the things you taught me. The things you made me feel!”

I gave her palm a gentle squeeze. “Always a pleasure. Now, you can thank us by telling us everything.”

“Sure.” She blushed. “You were my best lovers. My best, uh, lesbian romances, if I can put it this way. Actually, you were better than any woman or man, but that’s a given, right? This woman, however… you see, I wouldn’t even classify her a ‘woman’ because… oh, honey, please, I hope you’re not offended, but this student,” she fawned, “she’s on a league of her own. She’s not, like, a normal person, and more like…”

“A goddess?”

Blushing even harder, she tried looking away. “How did you know?”

“You’re not the first person we talk to. Is she really that good?” We saw her nod in silence, almost in shame. “How come you’re still in one piece, then?”

“She’s not aggressive when she knows we’re not into that. I actually never met one of these ‘horror stories’ that are multiplying across campus. I mean, sure, I heard about them, even fingered myself by thinking about them, but I never met one of these people. She’s actually a hell of a lover. I think…” He fanned herself. “Fuck. I’m thinking I’m falling in love.”

Eyebrows were raised. “You’re not the one for falling in love like this.”

“I know, right? Call it addiction, then. I’ve been trying to get back into her dick, but the bitch’s busy, you see. Anyone who’s seen her or heard about her wants to at least spend an hour alone with her, and it seems that uncaring whore, uh, is more than happy to oblige.” He crossed her arms and looked away. “Fuck, can’t believe I’m jealous.”

She wasn’t the only one. “Compared to us, how is she?”

She pretended to not understand. “Compare to you? I mean, well, I told ya, right: there’s no point comparing.”

“Bullshit.” I slapped the table. “Tell us straight: is she really so much better than us?” We saw her shamefully nod. “How much?”

“Oh, Heather, come on…”

I stood up. My size was enough to cast a shadow over her entire being, but that was not the only thing intimidating her: my anger, by that point, was clear and transparent as the waters in the Caribbean. It was a matter of pride, and my pride was fucking shredded! “Quit bullshitting us: comparing that bitch to us, how much better is she? Twice as good? Three times?”

“There’s no saying that.”

“Oh, go fuck y-”

“No, Heather, you don’t get it: even if I were to put a number, there would be no point to it, for I don’t believe any number is that great. Two times, three times, fuck, ten times… none of this even comes close to describing her.”

I sat down, and Veronica cast me a hopeless look. “You mean…?”

“She’s infinitely superior. If I were to describe her, that’s the word I would use: infinity. She’s just… god! There’s no end to that woman’s might!”

“Even with us…?”

“Yes. Even with you being the best lovers I’ve ever had until I met her, and by a wide margin; even with you being two of the most spectacularly well-endowed ladies the world has ever seen, with muscles to put any man to shame and enough stamina to outlast a god… you’d still pale in comparison to that woman, who no ‘woman,’ but really a goddess. The goddess of sex, I’d say, like she’d fallen straight from black Olympus.”

Despite all those testimonies, as well as the constant trembling of our legs, we still refused to throw the towel. A crown, after all, is not so easily taken—or at least it shouldn’t be! “You’re not thinking straight. There’s no way anyone can be that good.”

She nodded, almost agreeing with us. “If by ‘anyone’ you  mean ‘human,’ well, I guess you have a point. She, however, is no human, but a literal…”

“Ah, fuck it. I’m through with this bullshit!”

I wasn’t. If anything, Veronica and I were now crawling all over the walls with fascination for that mythic woman-stud. Could anyone really be so godly at sex? And her genitalia? Could they really be so massive as everyone said they were, let alone so beautiful, so powerful? It pained us to admit, but that bitch was slowly infecting our minds—and our cunts. “I can’t stop thinking about her, Heather.” Veronica whispered while laying on me, our naked bodies sweaty and steamy after a three-hour course of fucking.

“Mm, me too. To be honest, I was kinda thinking about her when I was fucking you.” My fingers carefully travelled over her cheeks, pinching and fondling them, prepping them before I leaned for a kiss. “I imagined I was her. Fucking you.”

“You sure gave me cum like a goddess.” She kissed me back. “There’s no way she can be better than this. No fucking way! Must be some African drug she’s giving all these people, to make them hallucinate such crazy things.”

“Yeah, probably. There’s only one way to know, though.” We went on to fuck for five more hours before putting any more thought to the matter, however. The very next day, another discovery slapped us in the face: not only was she a sex freak, it appeared she was as good in the classroom as she was in the bed—and by that, I mean: she was really freaking smart!

The revelation fell on us like a bomb as a copy of her grades seemed to have been leaked from the university’s directory. It quickly made rounds amongst all the students, who were just as baffled as we were: “I mean, is there anything that whore can’t do?!” I stared in disbelief at her grades on my phone: all an endless stream of A-pluses and perfect 100s. “Holy shit! A four-point GPA score? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Veronica took the phone out of my hand, clearly hoping to laugh at what could only be a gross exaggeration: “alright! I’m not gonna fall for… shit!!” Her eyes met the numbers. Her jaw dropped on the spot. “Is this legit?” Her thumbs scrolled through the pages madly, her nostrils puffing like they wanted to release some steam. “No, no, it can’t be! How can this bitch ace tests that even I found impossible to finish?! Fuck! Some of these tests couldn’t even be aced in theory!”

“There’s no such a thing as tests that can’t be aced, you dum-dum.”

“But look at it! Holy fucking shit, she literally aced everything!” Then, a maniacal laughter burst from her lips. She looked thinner and sicklier in a matter of seconds, and her eyes were crazed, frenzied, like her mind was just a hair trim away from slipping. “I whoop my ass off studying, with barely enough time for food or sleep, and here this cunt comes alone and performs better than even an Albert Einstein would!”

“Mm, Einstein was kinda of a bad student? She’s, like, Jimmy Neutron levels of smart.” I took my phone back. “Really cartoonish.”

Veronica was pulling her hair off. Unlike me, who never cared too much about grades, she wanted a career in a corporate environment where grades like those were mightily important. If only she could make money out of her killing physique, or modelling! Not that there were no offers, but that is beyond the point: it pained me to see my friend, who spent so long studying to only get by, get her (muscular and hard) ass handed to her by a foreigner who shouldn’t even be able to speak proper English, let alone ace tests that even the smartest and fawniest of nerds ever could. Should her performance continue like that, in a single year she’d probably become the most accomplished student in the nation, if not the world. “Only those Harvard freaks can be smarter than her—and even then I have my doubts. Like, these grades…”

“They’re not real!” She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me along.

“Wait, let go of me! Fuck, you maniac. What’s going on with you?”

“We have to see it! We have to confirm that those grades are really true!”

“Are you crazy? Do you forget that these were stolen from the archives? If we appear at the student’s bureau, we’re going to…”

Then I shut and gulped once she turned to me those eyes oozing with blood and hatred: “I don’t give a flying FUCK!!” Her scream echoed in the corridor, and many heads turned to pry on us. “I’ll have to see this with my own eyes!”

I wish she didn’t. Usually pure and submissive, Veronica became a lioness of hatred, a goddess of vengeance once the committee confirmed her worst fears: “you know, it’s illegal what you’ve just done.”

“We were not the ones who stole these papers. We’re just here to confirm if they really are true!”

“You know I can’t say anything about this, right? This is private information.”

“Private information is my CUNT!” The entire office froze. Heads were turned, ears were spiked. God, I wish I could flush myself out of the room, like a silly cartoon character, but the gravity of her actions seemed to completely elude my friend’s senses: “just tell me if these are real or not! I don’t care if I get suspended!”

“This is not about you, you know, Veronica.”

To my shock… were those tears? Tears on Veronica’s eyes. “Hey, Ron-ron.” I touched her triceps and gave them a gentle squeeze. Her body shuttered, her muscles making her clothes stretch and writhe.

“I work so damn hard! How come this foreign bitch can just waltz in, without a care in the world, and conquer everything I was short of trading my soul off to have? Not only grades, but all the boyfriends and girlfriends too! I…” At this point, she lost his: she covered her face and cried, her mighty body standing in stark contrast with her frailty. Giving her a tight embrace, I made both our muscles rumble. It would be comical, you know, those two giants squeezing each other, almost making the fabric of their shirt rupture, but it was pretty agonizing—at least to me. Veronica had always had a bit of an “edge” to her personality, and it was maddening to see it finally manifesting the darkest she’d been harboring in her soul for so damn long.

My eyes were already apologizing to the counselor before my lips did it: “I’m sorry, Emma. We had other things going on, you see.”

“It’s fine.” She looked to her sides, trying not to get anymore unwanted attention as she pushed us out of the room. “Normally, I’d have your asses suspended, but… well, they’re lovely asses.” She fumbled my hard, prominent buttocks, and we both gave each other naughty smiles as we stood in a short and empty corridor. “I still remember what you did to my pussy. Fuck!” Her eyes rolled. “After that fucking, trust me, you get a free pass anytime you want.”

“You’re looking even better now than last time, Emmy.” I touched her waist. It was thin and toned, quite an Instagram-perfect shape for a forty-year-old woman with three kids. “Looking good, feeling even better.” I winked. “What you been doing, girl?”

I hugged Veronica tighter as Emma crossed her legs and blushed before us. “What you told me to: I’m hitting the gym at least thrice a week now. Gotta confess,” she flexed one biceps, and the sleeve of her shirt was tested by the swelling of her gun, “it feels fucking awesome to get in shape.”

“You’re a warrior! I’ve got to admit,” my hands did most of the talking, though, fondling her sides and her hips, squeezing her firm buttocks and counting the muscles in her abs, “damn. You’re so fuckable.” Her eyes gleamed. Soon, they were raptured by mine: “damn, girl. I’d do you like a beast, right here, right now, in the snap of a finger, if you wanted to.”

Her thumbs and index fingers trembled, really tempted to test my words. “Fuck.” She swooned. “If only men had half your audacity, Heather.”

“They’re probably be jailed for rape, let’s be honest.”

She laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. But you’re…” She touched my belly, feeling my insane hardness and size under my ever-tight uniform. “Damn. You’re impossible to say ‘no’ to.”

I stepped forward. Indeed, there was no beautiful woman (or man) to whom I too would say ‘no’ to if they gave me even the slightest opening. I would take her fat fucking lips and ram my tongue all the way down to her throat, if she let me, but sadly she placed her hands on my belly, almost touching my breasts as she stopped me on my tracks. “No. Another day, please, another time. I’ve got so much to do.”

“Let’s do it. Now.” I fondled her cheeks. “You only have me to do!”

To my surprise, however… “Don’t be too cocky now. You’re not the only lesbian womanizers in town anymore.”

We both shuttered upon hearing those words, and now it was my turn to feel a little of the pain and the wrath that shook Veronica to her core. “What do you mean by that?”

“I think you know what I mean.” She turned around and walked back very slowly to her room, teasing us with a constant jiggle of her butt. “You know, you might have bodies of steel, but sometimes a lady needs more than tongue and fingers. I quite don’t care a lot about the great grades of that foreigner, you see, but her great… endowment…” She swooned. “Hot damn! No wonder you feel so outclassed, girls.” She winked and gave us a kiss. “That’s life, though! Some people just have everything! What can you do, right?”

And there she went, leaving us both frozen, FRAIL, and fuming. “Veronica.” My voice barely left me, heavy and wrathful as it was.

“You thinking the same as me, Heather?”

“Yes.” I punched my fists and cracked my knuckles. “Let’s end that fucking bitch!”

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The Doll who Loved me

The Doll who Loved me — Chapter 1: The purchase of love

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“I wish I was loved.”

His fingers hovered on the keyboard. Tits. His eyes gazed upon two glorious breasts. He moved the mouse cursor over the “size” option, clicked the dropdown menu, and hovered over the many available options: C, double-C, D-, double-D, E, double-E, F, double-F.

The standard was double-C, which was still some of the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. He’d rarely consumed porn. Too fake. Too ugly. «Porn women ain’t real women,» he used to think. They were, however, much more real than that, weren’t they?

He wasn’t sure. Those breasts looked much more natural—much more real—than the breasts he’d ever seen in porn. Only the titillating titties of film stars, in the rare moments when they were allowed to shine onscreen, could compare. For all purposes, those breasts were real and gorgeous—yet he wondered if they could be even more so.

He clicked on the double-D option. His eyes almost left his skull. He spread his legs a bit, adjusting his posture on the chair, and felt the fire burning in his groin. Those were truly astounding tits.

«Jesus!» He was amazed by the realness of the pair: their softness, their roundness, their hazelnut shape. It seemed too good to be true—and, given his line of work, a pinch of skepticism was always warranted. After all, there were only images were available. A video or two wouldn’t be too much to ask for, would it? Unless the sellers were trying to hide something.

«Still… looks so good, though!»

Yes, it did, and for a damn good reason: if there was a brand that could only stand to lose with false advertisement, it was that one. The most expensive dolls in the market, and one of the few notable companies of its kind that had managed to break into the mainstream: the big papers, the big shows, the big tellies, it seemed that everyone had written or talked about it. Celebrities had gone on camera to gush about their experiences with their products. Sex houses in the Old Riverlands even offered them for people who preffered them over real women—real whores, that is.

“More real than the real deal” was their tagline, and his hard penis seemed to concur. «Fucking… hot!» He found himself rubbing one thigh on other, stimulating his member, even touching and rubbing his pants with his palm, nearly hypnotized into jerking himself off. He shook his hand and moved his warm, cock-smelling fingers back to the mouse.

«Fuck. If this is the reaction a fucking doll has on me…»

He didn’t finish his trail of thoughts. The rest of it was clear and predictable, yes, but still he felt like he should have finished it. When he spoke, in fact, rare was the sentence that ended up intact. He mostly broke them in the middle, too afraid and too ashamed for having spelled them in the first place.

With pressure in the back of his eyes, he selected the largest option: double-F. Now the breasts, once glorious and gorgeous, were bloated into abnormal ballons of titflesh—so much tit that the damned milkers went down to the woman’s navel. He had to click on the previous option several times, instinctively, just too erase that hideous image off his head. He didn’t judge it, though. There certainly were people who liked that sort of stuff. «People will fuck anything, really.» He looked to his own body. «Except me, I guess.»

The double-D breasts were big—massive, in fact—but still believably so. He liked breasts that huge and shapely, much more than most men. The thought of their fertility aroused him. The perfection of the dolls nipples made him pucker his lips and gently suck in the air. He wanted to eat those tits and suck their imaginary milk. Were those globbets of mommy love real, they would certainly be lush, hot, and delightful to touch, never for a day dry of their creamy content, their life-giving nectar.

He was so much closer to the screen, puckering his lips like he was trying to kiss it. He spent so long looking at that doll that he’d basically forgot it was night already, and that most of his room was falling into darkness. Only the burning of the screen in his eyes woke him up. When he straightened up and moved his chair back, his penis hit the top of his desk, forming a visible tent on his pants—a small tent, but a tent nonetheless. At the tip, he could already see a moist, sticky smudge in the fabric. He was lubricating himself, but not yet so aroused that he felt he needed to leave the bedroom and let off some steam—and spunk—in the bathroom.

«Damn!» He bit his lips. «The breasts even got weight on them!» He loved the way the tits arched down on the chest, pulled by gravity. Their silicon (and whatever materials they were made of) was so smooth it actually behaved like real skin in a real breast of such size—or at least, well, how he imagined a real breast would behave. It was firm, yet still meaty; dense and heavy like it was full of milk and healthy fat, but still soft in a very natural, human way.

He spent maybe half an hour looking at those knockers, gawking at their shape, rubbing his penis between his thighs. When he accidently zoomed out and had another look at the full body of his goddess, he very nearly lost it.

She was even hotter the second time around. Exactly his type. «Oh, Jesus!» Poor boy was nearly drooling! Her name was Yara (spelled “Iara,” but who cares), and the site described her as “powerful queen of a long-lost Amazonian tribe.” They even had a cute bio for her, story and all. Just the right amount of cheese to be served with good wine:

Yara is a tall, muscle-bound Amazon for the fearless soldier who love ‘em rough. A goddess amongst queens, leader of women and lover of men, endowned with mystical powers of the forest spirits, this steadfast, unwearying warrior is a match for any men in both the battlefield and the bed. An avid horse-rider and thirsty cock-rider. Are you strong enough to take on her? Nights of fire and fury await!

She stood at exactly six feet tall, and had enough muscle to set herself leagues above even very fit ladies. She clearly belonged to a more risqué, niche selection of the company, and her price tag dearly reflected that.

She wasn’t no monster. She wasn’t no lady either. She was, indeed, like a comic book superheroine, only a little more buff. She had aggressive, bountiful breasts and butt paired with a lady-like trim waist, wide hips, and legs big and powerful as a horse’s. Her construction was so perfect he could even see the strains of the muscle fibers on her thighs, which themselves were each as thick as his own whole waist.

She was big. She was buff. A true gem in an otherwise very samey, predictable roster of babes. Her rareness was only accentuated by a glaring red text blinking above her pictures: “LAST UNITS REMAINING!”

Very few dolls had that sign. «Fuck!» He hated to be pressured for a buy, and he knew how those lame sales techniques worked. On the other hand, he usually could sense when such pressure was valid. Though he had flirted with that kind of buy for a long time, only now did everything seem to align: he had his own apartment and enough savings for such a purchase to not sting him (well, not too much).

«Hundred and fifty grand.» That doll was basically a car. «Fuck.»

It seemed fair, however. She was so tall and thick she easily used up more silicon than two, if not three regular dolls. «She’s just! So! Big!» He admired the thick veins carefully sculpted on her arms. «She’s just… so… pretty.»

Perfect. She felt perfect for him. Even after many years admiring girls of that body-type, he’d never actually found one quite so… right. «It’s like she’s custom made for me.» A doll blue-printed straight ouf of his fantasies. He looked deep into her eyes, captivated by her smooth, royal air of serenity. She really had that stern, peaceful look of a queen, that very suble grim of someone who’s perfectly confident in her own abilities, and who doesn’t need to brag or flaunt them even in the face of the staunchiest opponents.

She was, in short, so completely unlike him.

For a moment, the price didn’t seem to matter. Rather, it was whether he was worthy of even having her in the first place. «What a woman. Fuck.» Even that fake, silicon-based creature felt like too much of a woman for him.

He felt bad. Humiliated. He even considered closing the screen and going back to work—which he should have done about an hour earlier, really. It was foolish to dream with love. Better to not feed his heart any more false hopes.

His finger pressed the right button of the mouse very lightly. The muse’s stern look, however, kept him from hitting that red X on the screen. It was a firm, but caring gaze. Strong and loving. Hard and soft. Her facial features were beyond human—they were almost godly. Though her body was Spartan, her face was cherubic, like a beauty from some Mideastern background. Her skin was so much hotter and more lively than his own palish look. She struck a beautiful balance between the tenderness of Europeans and the strength of North Africans.

«She is, like… perfect. Absolutely perfect!» His eyes glided back to the annoying, blinking red sign: LAST UNITS REMAINING! It wouldn’t be a surprise if she were the very last doll in stock. He had seen that warning on some other premium offers before, and every time, once he least expected, poof!, someone bought the very last one of them, and he’d have to wait at a full year (usually longer) for them to come back on the shelves again. Some dolls weren’t even restocked, and instead replaced by new models entirely. What’s more, older dolls that happened to be resold on other places where offered for two, sometimes three times the original price—which begged the question: who the hell buys an used sex doll??

«From this company, well, I think that, for many people, it’s a risk worth taking.»

While he was thinking, the sign was blinking, the clock was ticking. His work apps were open on the taskbar of his computer, waiting for him to come back and be productive again. It was usual of him to stop in the middle of labor and just… daydream. To peruse useless shit online while thinking about better, more exciting things to do—things he’d never had the balls to do, and never would have.

A trip, a better job, a fresh start. «So many more people have such a worse time that I do!» He thought, punishing himself for being so ungrateful. «Such a worse lot in life.» He looked around his room, which was clean, organized, almost asceptic. «I could be worse off. So much worse off.»

If this line of thinking ever brought him any confort, though, he’d be the happiest man alive. Instead, it only got him mad. Or madder.

The powerful woman kept looking at him, her face both the same and slightly different at every gaze. More compassionate, even. It was like she knew what was going on in his mind; almost like… she was the one—and only one!—who could confort him in those times of need.

He couldn’t find the strength to close his browser—not when that could be the last time he’d ever see her again. «It went for sale yesterday. Yesterday!» He thought, biting his nails. «This red sign wasn’t there when I first saw her. Now, it’s almost out of stock.» Her face was so serene he could hear the waves of a calm ocean in it. «Like she’s begging me to buy her!» Like she was meant to be his!

His indecision got to a point where he found it easier to just get up his seat and walk in circles around his condo—not that it was a very long walk anyway: his apartment was just his bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, a living room slash dining room, and a decently-sized storeroom, with a tiny corridor linking all them together—his bedroom and bathroom to one side, the store and kitchen to the other, and the dining/living room in the beginning of the hallway. It wasn’t considered a studio proper, but only because of some foxy technicality the realters used to upsell that property. It wasn’t a football field worth of space, no, and it wasn’t even his (being rented for a hefty price every six months at a time), but still… it was home—and much better than anything he’d ever thought he would ever get in life.

He walked around the place like it was his very first time. «So calm. So peaceful. Neither downtown, nor the suburbs.» He liked going to his tiny balcony and smelling the fresh air from that twelveth floor, from where he could see the calm ocean shimmering under the placcid northern skies. It was cold—almost bone-chillingly so—but he loved it that way. It made him fell much safer than the unstable, unforgiving hotness of his homeland.

Calmed by the view of the ocean, cooled by the air and the hypnotic sight of the few cars whistling by the streets below, he walked back into his bedroom, where the Amazon goddess still awaited. «You are never going to see me again,» she told him clearly, with all the words.

He looked down. His head felt heavy. A hundred and fifty grand were no piss money. «But, anyway, what else do I have to do with it?» He had worked for so long and lived for so little that he ended up sitting on a pile of cash. It was only a matter of time, wasn’t it, for all those efforts to feel like… a waste? If there was one purchase his cash would be useful for, wouldn’t that one be the purchase of love? «Love. I will buy myself some love.»

He sat on the chair, his muse looking much softer, much warmer on the screen. That body! That tall, strong body! How firm and lovely should be her embrace, how tender and confident would her lips feel on his neck!

He refreshed the page. The dool was still there, but the sign… it seemed to be blinking faster, didn’t it? More unforgiving. It was now or never.

«Fuck.» He browsed through the many options for his doll, selecting the small details (he thought) he’d like the most: the type of her hair, the varnish on her nails, the texture of her skin, the color of her eyes. «Green.» He thought, finding the whole combination with her Middle Eastern skin very fascinating. «She looks absolutely beautiful with strong, Northern green eyes!» And so he chose it, going on to other details he felt a little embarrassed even having options for—like, were there really that many shapes of vagina in the world?

In the end, once he had assembled his perfect woman, he clicked the big, yellow buttom at the end of the page, and then only a credit card payment screen separated him from his true love.

He scrambled to find his card. Everything was tidy in his desk, and he wondered if he was being clumsy on purpose just to delay that process and to give himself some excuse to not purchase the doll, not change some things around. It wasn’t only the cost or his insecurities that hurt the most. No. To him, to buy that doll was to admit something intolerable; a truth he’d spent his whole life running away from, but that faced him every day, every time he looked at himself in mirror: «I am undesirable.»

With the card in his trembling hand, he typed the info very quickly, looking away from the screen as he hit the big, bright yellow “proceed” button.

A few seconds passed. After a flicker of the screen, his transaction was confirmed. His love was readied for shipment.

He stood there, unmoving, not a thought in his head. Whatever was done, was done. No reason crying about it now. Just out of curiosity, he went back to the salespage and hit the refresh button one last time. The red sign above the doll was no longer blinking. Instead, the words simply stated: “OUT OF STOCK.” He leaned back on his chair and smiled. «Maybe that wasn’t a bad decision after all.»


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[NSFW/+18!] The African College Futa – Part 1

“Who the fuck is that girl?”

I don’t remember when I first saw her, but I do vividly remember how my body responded to her: shock! Paralysis! Freezing! I literally froze in place and shuttered, feeling a cold tingling up my spine as the transfer student strolled by potently across the hallway.

All the students seemed to have been struck by a similar reaction: they heads were turning, their minds spinning, and their jaws were dropping as they witnessed that titan walk.

I know that Veronica was by my side, though, when she answered: “I…” She gulped. “I d-don’t know.” We would later find out everything about that beauty, but at the moment we were just too awestruck, too staggered by that threatening figure to do (or think) much else. Time seemed to have accelerated many decades in a minute, for in the blink of an eye we were back in class, with our books in our hands and our minds still dizzy. «Who the fuck was that woman?»

Edita. Her name was Edita. She was said to come from a noble African family, though her features made her look like from somewhere in the Caribbean. “Nah, she’s definitely Africa.” Some of our friends, as awestruck as us, pointed out. “Look at her skin! You don’t find that beautiful shade of dark anywhere in the Caribbean. Well, Jamaica, maybe, but even then.”

“Ain’t all about the skin, though.” Another girl said. “It’s, like, her features, her face. Her bone structure is, like, so European.”

“Yeah. Definitely. She’s much more of a Nordic type of face. Though much more beautiful, in my opinion.”

“Her hair!” Veronica said. We were all basically fawning over her. “I mean, her hair is unmistakably ‘foreign,’ isn’t it? Not exactly that ‘black power’ kind of hair, but still so curly and expansive.”

“Is she redhead?”

We tried spying on her. In those first days of college, the mysterious freshmen always dined alone. “I don’t think so. She’s more like light-brown.”

“Nope, she’s definitely redhead.” Our friend moved her body clumsily, trying to catch a glimpse of her in a different position. “But you gotta see it right. She’s so dark, indeed, that’s it’s hard to…”

“Shh, she saw us! Everybody act normal!”

Thanks to our friend’s movements, the freshman looked straight at our table, and we avoided looking at her while nonetheless stripping her for any piece of information we could gather. She just was too fascinating for anyone to ignore. “Is she still looking at us?”

“Yep. She is.”

“Fuck. She’s got a good eye, doesn’t it?”

“She’s smiling. Fuck. Judging by her face, she’s got a good ear too.”

She was on the very other end of the dinner, and the place was packed with loud, talkative students. “Come on! No ways she’s hearing us from all the way over there.”

But she was, or at least that’s what her stance betrayed. “Fuck, I have to confess: I’m horny as hell for her!”

“Gee, Bianca, get a grip.”

“She’s so big, Heather!” Bianca jumped on her seat, leaning across the table to touch my fists. “She’s even bigger than you and Veronica!”

Both me and Veronica bit our lips. “Tsc!” We said almost at the same time. We didn’t want to admit it out loud, but we didn’t need to: anyone with eyes could clearly see that the exchange student, coming straight from the jungle depths of Africa, was far taller and bigger than us both. In the gym, we actually hoped to see just how bigger and stronger she actually was, but the damned bitch never showed up there—not even once!

“Have you seen the exchange student?” Veronica asked me while doing a fourth set of biceps reps.

“No.” I puffed out loudly, pulling up a 400lbs bar. “Haven’t seen that bitch anywhere close to here!” I let go of the weight and leaned back on the wall, basking on the many lustful gazes of the students in the gym. “Does she think she’s too good for us?”

Veronica was overdoing herself. After the stranger’s arrival, she looked even more committed to her exercises than she usually was. «Well, I can’t blame her.» I looked to my massive biceps and flexed her. My shirt stretched with the simultaneous swelling of my arms and my breasts. «Fuck, I’m hard! I feel like shredding these clothes off and doing all the guys in this place!» I too felt extra powerful (and horny!) after the arrival of that mysterious, yet arrogant student. “What do you know about her?”

Veronica laid her weighs on the ground and rested on the wall, mimicking my posture. “Little to nothing. People say all she does is study.”

A great sense of humor almost made me burst out laughing. “Fuck off!”

“No, really.” She was sincerely puzzled: “if we want to find her, we have a better shot by going to library. People say she spends all day there. She’s very studious, apparently, and doesn’t like to slack off.”

No way a woman like her—a woman of her size!—could be the bookworm type. “You saying she’s a nerd or something?” Veronica nodded. “Get outta here!”

Before she could answer, we heard the deep, rumbling voice of man walking by us: “hey, Heather. Looking good!”

I winked and rolled my tongue out, pulling my tank top with one hand while making a “V” gesture with the other. Despite his confidence, the man wasn’t quite expecting what he saw. “I mean… damn!” He stopped on his tracks. “Since when do you have an eight-pack, girl?”

“Since I laid you good, Jason.” I replied. I really wish I could be as loud and bad-mouthed as a sailor, but a lady—even one as big and muscular as I—still had to follow some etiquette. “Wonder when you’ll want to repeat the experience, baby.” Yes, this way I talked was still very mild and lady-like. Combined with my voice, which was very soft and silky, the message actually sounded way sweeter than the words implied.

Jason stepped back and gulped. His confidence quickly vanished, and a few men around him—some jealous, some as equally afraid—couldn’t help but to stare at our bodies and feel very inadequate with themselves. “Gotta confess, babe, you really… mm…”

I put my finger on my lips and shooshed him. “No need to say it, hon. I hope you didn’t spend too long without being able to walk.”

He laughed—but only half-heartedly. “Well, come on, you were not this good.”

“Not for lack of wanting, though. I just didn’t want to kill you, honey.”

His expression made it clear that he believed every single word of mine—and it was wise too, for I was really not joking. “I, uh…” He kept moving undecidedly while I and Veronica walked over to our next set of equipment. “I’m much stronger now, for your information.”

“Sure you are, six-pack.” We both laughed, pulling up out shirts and flashing our gorgeous abs to one another. For anyone, man or woman (especially woman), a six-pack would be something to be proud of, a sign of peak physical condition, but to us it was actually a derogatory expression: with eight rigid, bloated muscles on each of our bellies, we found ourselves in the unique position to belittle and laugh at those wannabe strongmen.

“I can take on both of you, if you want to.”

We laughed. The entire gym froze a little. “Oh, honey, learn your place.” I turned slightly to him before sitting on the bench, and one by one the weights were placed on it by my equally-amused Veronica. “We’re on a whole other league, babe, even for men as massive as you.”

“Don’t talk, Heather. Show.” Veronica gleefully kept adding the weighs to the already overstuffed bench. “Show this puny male what you can do—and why he or any man can never hope to outlast us!” Taken aback by her own power, my friend slid her hands down her muscular, hard, yet curvy profile. “To outfuck us. Come on!”

Puffing steam through my nostrils, I began the exercise. Half the gym seemingly stopped what it was doing to watch me push those weighs like they were nothing, my powerful thighs moving up and down while threatening to shred my lycra apart. My muscles were roaring! Repetition after repetition, I felt the heat coursed through my fibers like mustangs racing through the wilderness.

Jason’s jaw dropped lower for each rep until he just threw his arms up and walked away. “Freaks.” He muttered, but we knew his dick had shrunk a little by witnessing those legs so much more powerful than his entire body.

“I think you hurt him, Heather.”

“Grrr!! Fuck him!” After two hours of exercises, I finally felt the sweat forming on my forehead. “That arrogant fuck! It’s nice putting a petty male like him on his place.”

She pressed the bench harder and harder, drawing fawning sighs from her friend. “Damn, Heather. You’re looking so much harder, so much more muscular.” She too, like many in that gym, couldn’t help herself; the friendship between them, though, allowed her much more liberty to her displays of admiration: pumping the iron like there was no tomorrow, Heather felt in her exposed abs the nails of her desirous friend, who purred with pleasure as she felt them flexing and throbbing—muscles so powerful they were squelching audibly. “Damn, girl. You’re killing it.”

Heather stopped the press. “You feeling needy, Vee-vee?”

Veronica’s eyes glimmered. “Don’t stop.” She slapped her mighty thighs. “Keep going on.”

Heather slapped hers back. “You finding excuses not to work out, huh, you lazy cow.”

“I’m sooo attracted to you.” She confessed. It wasn’t their first time, nor would it be their last. “Pump it. Pump some iron, beautiful.” She laid her palm wholly on her leg, splurging in her smooth, model-like skin, then squeezing (or at least trying to) her massive, bloated muscle. “Pump some iron so I can feel your powerful muscles working. You’re such a mare, Heather, I swear.”

Heather benched-pressed again. The longer she exercised, the hornier Veronica appeared to be. Her breath was coarse and panting. Her neck was swelling at some points. “Yes. Yes.” She whimpered, biting her lips and gulping dry and hard. “Oh, god.” She could see the waves and ripples across the formidable musculature of her friend. She was such a machine. “Fuck. You’re so powerful.”

“Do you want to feel my power again?” Heather took one hand out of the handle and fondled Veronica’s eight-pack. “Do you?”

The beautiful blonde blushed and groaned. “I…” Her throat was so dry. “Fuck. We shouldn’t.”

Heather’s eyes glimmered with passion. “We will.”

They worked out for two more hours until calling it quits and going out to enjoy each other’s bodies on the gym’s sauna. Heather was eating Veronica’s soul out of her pussy when instructors found them amidst the steam. The heat was much superior than it should have been, and that was because of their mighty bodies: those two beautiful, over-muscular blondes were producing steam on their own! If the instructors weren’t so impressed—and aroused—by their lewd display, their punishment would have been much more severe.

“Come, Vee.” Heather picked up Veronica on her arms. “Let’s finish this off back in my place.”

Veronica was still squirting when Heather carried her out to her car, and both girls had to finish off their affairs on a fancy hotel room—the one place where Heather carried all her conquests to, as their college dorms just wouldn’t cut it. Too much noise and too much power. The complaints had been enough to warrant her a suspension.

It was a problem Veronica knew very well, though she was much less powerful than her friend. “Heather!! Oh, Heather!!” As the dominant blonde thrust into her steamy pussy, Veronica cried out and screamed. “Fuck me, how can you be so pow… oooh!!!” Then her screams multiplied and intensified into infinity. The walls of the hotel trembled.

Even in that private place, it appears they wouldn’t have sufficient privacy: the buzzer rang many times, probably with complaints from the other residents. «Fuck them!» Heather thought, punishing her friend’s cunt with her strap-on eleven-inch penis. «I will drown this bitch in orgasms nom matter what!»

Relentlessly, furiously, Heather fucked Veronica for eleven hours until they both passed out in exhaustion. Her eyes were still crazed, however, as she witnessed her friend slowly pass out. “T-too much!!” Veronica cried out. “I-i-it’s too much!” She had put an admirable fight: eleven hours of unending fucking, with every single hole of hers having been licked, sucked, fingered, and fucked out of its tightness… «phew!» Heather resisted the urge of praising her; it would be too much for her already-inflated ego. «Girls, you got some stamina!» She flexed her muscles and pounded them even harder, sensing her fainting very near. «Either you’re getting stronger or I’m getting weaker. Whatever it is,» her thrusts intensified, «I will never let my guard down. Cum!» And her friend screamed. «Cum harder and harder on my dick and my muscles!»

“Oh, Heather… Heather!!” Veronica’s voice was faint and vanishing. Her throat was just too ruined after so much screaming. Squirting a power jet on Heather’s abs, she passed out completely, and her friend could finally withdraw her prick from her and toss it aside like a champ, flexing her muscles and admiring herself in front of a mirror.

«This is what a goddess should look like.» She flexed her biceps and her abs. Her tits jolted mightily, pulling her entire torso up. «Fuck me, I’m shredded!» He saw her raw, reddened pussy. It had taken quite a beating after all those hours of fucking, but, sliding her fingers into her lips, «mmm!», she basked on the fact she still had enough energy to go on for many hours more. «I’m relentless. Ain’t no human being more powerful than me, more vigorous than… me…»

Then it occurred to her: the newcomer. «Who the fuck is that fucking bitch!» Much taller, even wider than she was, the African nerd sure looked like an obvious threat to her reign. Even though she doubted the exchange student would have a physique superior to hers, she couldn’t be sure of anything. «Based on the last time I saw her, uh… fuck. Her body was amazing!» Even though she dressed very modestly, wearing the biggest sizes the stores had available, the African challenger still looked sexy and ripped, with her clothes clinging to her massive body, which looked hard in every inch, trained to perfection by a routine of ceaseless exercises and impeccable diet. «Yet still…» Heather flexed some more in front of the mirror, trying to give herself some sense of reassurance. «She never goes to the gym. How come?!» Maybe the student was laxing. Maybe the routine on the new country was still dawning on her. However… *gulp!* Heather felt her legs shaking. Her shoulders went a little lower, her stomach churning with the impossible thought that «maybe she’s all natural. A perfect body with perfect genes.» She gulped again. It was unreasonable to feel so much fear, especially for her. Turning around, she admired her glutes and her thighs on the mirror, striking bodybuilder poses, thinking that «maybe I’m getting too big. Mm.»

Nah. There wasn’t such a thing as “too big” for women like her. As long as her feminine proportions were kept in check—a thinner waist, a rocking ass, a massive rack, and incredibly long legs—all growth was game. She was unashamed of putting up enough muscle mass on a yearly basis to scare off even a charging bull. At six feet and three inches, she had height to spare: her muscles could grow bigger and denser without sacrificing her feminine form. Yeah, maybe she was too much; maybe she really was just too heavy, too powerful, too hard, but fuck it. «Like if meant to be hot and hard!» She flexed all her muscles before the mirror, adding another two inches of height to herself, before relaxing and laying down on the bed with her friend.

Kissing Veronica tenderly, fondling her hair and squeezing her breasts, Heather couldn’t still stop thinking about her challenger. «That massive African bitch. Who the hell does she think she is?» With an uneasy feeling between her legs, the giantess rested her head on her friend’s back and finally went to sleep.

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[NSFW/+18!] Battle of the Amazons 3: Eating out a Goddess

Diane should have been stronger than that. The princess of the Amazons had grown to outrageous eleven feet and six inches of height and added about a thousand pounds of muscle to her curvy, sexy body, yet now she was on the ground, cracking the floor and crushing the stone as she squirmed and panted under the tongue of her much smaller, but much abler master.

She had never felt (or even imagined she would ever feel) such power in a woman so much smaller than herself. For all her femininity, Diane always really had a manly manner to her: in her mind, size was power, and the bigger partner was always the leader in the battle of the bedsheets. Always. That’s how she fucked Amazons and led them to bone-shattering, mind-numbing orgasms, but now she was the one moaning, screaming, and crying under the superior technique of her master.

The Head Instructress, after all, was many decades older than her. Though technically immortal, the Amazons still physically age until they reach the appearance of a fifty-to-seventy-year-old lady. No one ever bothered to track the ages of anybody (or even their own!) so their declared “age” was mostly based on their physical appearance—though even that, in the case of the Head Instructress, was difficult to do.

The woman who was eating Diane out had a legendary status amongst the Amazons, meaning that her age might have as well have been into the thousands of years, but her appearance was undefinable; theoretically, Amazons so old must have resembled a fifty, even a sixty-year old vixen, but the Instructress seemed, even under the least generous of assertions, no older than thirty-five. She was one of those mature women who exuded so much health that they seemed much firmer, harder, more appetizing to both the eye and the touch than any eighteen-year-old would ever be.

Diane felt all this superior quality of her genes as the Head Instructress ate her pussy like a champ. The eight-feet-tall, 600-pound muscle Amazon had a 22-inch tongue as thick as five horse dicks—all of them penetrating the princess at once! Diane was being electrocuted by the explosions of pleasure from her cunt; she literally felt her muscles contracting and her organs moving around her waist, tortured under the almost-magical touch of that strong girl.

Still, the princess didn’t cum. Well, technically she was cumming, but she was not yet unleashing messy loads of cum on the Instructress’s face. Like a very rugged Alpha male, Diane equated squirting to inferiority: the woman who squirted at the touch of another partner was clearly the inferior half of the equation. Accustomed to winning and dominating anyone and everyone from a very early age, Diane was not prone to lose control so quickly—but to her unimaginable terror, the Instructress was not only blasting through her defenses, but also doing so with godly ease and speed, literally torturing her with as many orgasms in under three minutes than a thousand studs could give a woman in a lifetime of bed-breaking action.

Not that things were are as easy as they looked, of course. «Damn, Diane!» The Instructress thought at every second: «you’re every bit a demigoddess as your reputation says!» The matriarch’s tongue blasted the princess’s insides, contorting in such a way that no five points of her cunt were untouched at any given time. Not only that, but she knew a woman’s inside like an engineer and his labyrinth, and every single erogenous spot, every pleasure point, every orgasmic rift, and every ecstatic fold inside her that could be touched, ravished, and stimulated was touched, ravished, and stimulated. As she closed her eyes, the princess imagined a whole battalion of warrior eating her pussy out. All of these warriors were no more than the Instructress’s tongue, which seemed to grow and multiply inside her insanely-lubricated passage.

The princess raised her head, only to throw it back on the floor. *Baang!!* Cracks grew on the stop. She raised her head again and banged it once more time. *Boom!!* Then gain, and again, and then again and again and again, digging a hole under her back and cracking the temple all the way to the walls, the columns, and the ceiling.

The mighty Amazon was bulldozing the massive temple with her body. It wasn’t a surprise, seeing how powerful and virile her physique had become. After that outrageous muscle transformation, Diane had added enough muscles to tear that entire ground in half with a punch, if she so wanted to. The Instructress had to control herself so that she didn’t cum madly while touching Diane’s powerful musculature. She loved the fresh, nubile bodies of her apprentices, but even for her, after thousands of years-worth of beautiful ladies and fertile wombs, that princess was just… too much!

«Hot! So fucking hot!!» She used her arousal to power her tongue, striking nine different erogenous spots in the Amazon at once and literally drinking the juices that piled up inside her. The princess was holding up so many squirts she was flirting with inflammation. «What will I have to do to make you fucking explode?!»

The Instructress didn’t have the same problem: her right hand was firmly planted on her own pussy, fingering it like a machine. Her fingers moved and vibrated hundreds, if not thousands of times per second, drilling so much lube from her inwards that the splashes were clear and loud anywhere in the temple.

Her squirt exploded like jets, sometimes as hard and precise as laser threads, many dozens of feet away from her body; sometimes, the explosions were messy and into every direction, making nectar rain over both women, with Diane trembling under their scorching droplets.

“See, Diane?” The Instructress could even speak while eating her! “It’s so good!” She moaned, and the gravity of her moans only made Diane more aroused. “Unloading your nectar feels so good… oooh!!… I can’t even begin to describe it!” The way she looked up to the princess while basking in her cunt was the most erotic image ever. “Cum rivers on me! I know you have gallons inside that massive body of yours! Ooh, baby girl!” She stuck her tongue as deep as she could, curling its tip around Diane’s cervix and striking three different erogenous spots.

Diane screamed. Her fists gripped the ground and turned it to dust, forcing the princess to grab new fistfuls of the floor to keep her balance, digging two deeper holes as time went on. Both their muscular bodies were standing on uneven soil, as the floor had been cracked so much it was like they were laying on a carpet-bombed battlefield. The Instructress saw how the mere weight of Diane’s muscles made the ground crack, tearing the stone into pebbles, and she fondled the girl’s massive buttocks to feel just how much power she carried in them. «With muscles like these, you could split a horse in two if you fucked it!» She had filthy thoughts, imagining how glorious Diane would be with a dick and two massive, low-hanging fruits.

Diane cried out as she still persisted, against all odds, to hold back her squirts. The tongue was furiously working her insides. Despite all resistance, Diane couldn’t prevent her cunt from leaking, and the amount of lubes was already so extreme that the tongue made splashy sounds inside of her. Soon, the Instructress had to place all her mouth in that cunt so that not a single drop of those juices escaped it.

Then, when she was all set, she sucked it. Diane roared and the temple quaked. Her muscles seemed to be exploding, ripples coursing though her like the surface of a lake under an earthquake, and then she was jolting madly, crashing her back against the floor and sending pieces flying all around.

If one looked at her cunt, one would think she was already squirting. It was merely an illusion: the Instructress was both sucking her and eating her out so hard that the juices inevitably splashed on her face, sometimes being squirted in tiny threads around her face, with a waterfall of nectar forming under her bust.

Diane’s “ejaculation” looked like someone was slowly pouring a very big jug of creamy nectar out of her cunt and into the ground. The crater around the women was being filled with those juices, like rivers reclaiming the folds and crevices of a canyon. Diane felt mad, then she felt like dying. The pleasure and burning of her hips was so intense she felt orgasms straight in her organs. Her guts twirled around like snakes, and her belly throbbed just like one giant heart.

Just when she though the Instructress had shown her her entire arsenal of sexuality, Diane was floored by the lioness’s sudden and masterful tongue swelling and twitching, gently piercing the cervix while striking multiple orgasms at the edges of its folds—all while the rest of the tongue both twitched and throbbed around fifteen or more erogenous zones in the pussy simultaneously.

The tongue seemed to move at supersonic speeds while also giving the princess all the focus and attention of a very slow, tender lovemaking; she had over twenty different spots burning inside of her at any given time, and the precision of the Instructress was such that even if one worshiped a single spot with all the attention and care in the world, one would still far behind the mastery with which the Instructress pressed each and every one of those twenty-plus spots at once.

She wasn’t an Amazon; she was a fucking animal! “Zeus!!” Diane bit her tongue. At points, the pleasure felt like she was being stomped in the stomach by elephants. “Fucking…!! Zeus!! Hades!! OOOH!!” Her screams alone made the temple rumble, and her shaking on the ground added to those earthquakes, prompting parts of the ceiling to fall and further ruin the floor.

“Stop resisting, Diane.” The Instructress pulled off her tongue, then stuck it all back in. *Boom!!* Judging by her wide eyes and quivering smile, Diane was experiencing a reality-bending orgasm. Her expression was like someone who was finally seeing the gods; an orgasm far too incomprehensible for even someone of her godly lineage to grasp, and one that would easily kill hundreds of thousands of mortals if they felt it.

“Do you think that’s even my hardest? Do you think…” The instructress thrust in her three more times, “this is even a labor to me? Fucking arrogant bitch!” She hardened her tongue, making it round like a tube and stiff as iron. Her girth increased around the princess’s tight cunt, like a whole fist penetrating her. Diane felt the tremendous stretching of her flesh followed by rippling noises all over the temple, and for a second she though she had lost it as an outburst of nectar fell heavily on the ground.

It wasn’t yet her squirting, however; just a dense, massive waterfall of juices continuously pouring from her cunt. “Stop holding it, Diane!” The Instructress loudly gulped her copious juices. Her belly was throbbing with over two gallons of pussy juice—and that was still nothing for the inhuman female! “Do you want me to really hurt you? Okay!” The Instructress wrapped her arms around the girl’s massive thighs, preparing for a brutal action. “This is how I really fuck a dumb cunt like yours!” She pulled her tongue out. Every inch of it dripped with pussy potion, and still the little cunt refused to squirt! Diane actually took the time to raise her head and look up to the Instructress in defiance, almost laughing at her expense.

Poor girl! She didn’t know what terrible fate awaited her. “Have you ever wondered, Diane, what it feels to be pounded by a breeding bull?” A stretching sound followed the insane hardening of the tongue, whose tip teased the divine cunt just a little. “It’s about a hundred times weaker… than this!!

The Instructress thrust her tongue inside Diane. All of it. Before the first flash of orgasm could even reach the princess’s brain, however, the Instructress pulled the tongue out and thrust it all back in again, several times in a single second. When the orgasms hit, they did so like a flood: Diane literally passed out before the scream left her throat, and her body remained squirming and twitching on the ground as the Instructress pummeled into her like a herd of a thousand horny stallions.

The juices that had been pent-up by the woman’s defiant pussy will were all released. All of them. All at once! The Instructress made a good call in holding on to the woman’s thighs, for the explosion of nectar in her face was so extreme that she (and her six hundred pounds of muscle mass) would have been blasted away to the other side of the island, with her face nearly peeled off by the potent firehoses.

The temple trembled and its cracks grew as the juice exploded from the cunt. The Instructress felt that smoke was coming from the princess’s skin. The acolyte’s hips began to rise, the muscles of her legs moving them up all by themselves. The princess’s tongue sprang out of her mouth, and her face was colored by pure elation. Her body moved further and further up while the hoses of her cunt only grew stronger, and the Instructress had get up herself so as to keep her aim on the dominant pussy.

No matter how powerfully that bitch came or how hard those juices burned the Instructress’s face; the matriarch would win that battle! After the initial shock, the Instructress hardened her tongue again and pummeled away into the princess’s vagina. If the first flurry of thrusts had made her pass out, the second one waked her back up immediately. “GODS!!” Her scream was torturous, like she couldn’t even hold the insides of her body together. “GODS!! OOH, GAAAWDS!!!

More pieces of the ceiling fell as the Instructress pounded that cunt so hard that the juices exploded into all the columns around them. The thousand-pound body of the princess was pushed back into the ground, like a petite woman being savagely pounded by a breeding bull. Every time the tongue bottomed on her, there was a large explosion. The gardens around the temple were shaking with all that power, and soon the Instructress found her own knees cracking the floor as she firmed them against the stone better, tremendous amounts of energy coursing through her veins and inflating her muscles.

«Fuck!!» Her head was a blur in the air, plunging the tongue in the cunt and blasting through her cervix. The violence would have paralyzed a lesser Amazon, but Diane only experienced blissful orgasms every time she was unrepentantly violated. Her eyes were wide open and her face was in bliss. «No one… has ever pierced… my cervix before!!»

The tongue protruded in her womb, causing a wreckage of orgasms in its wake. Even with its faster-than-light movements, the Instructress had kept her masterful touch, making it twirl and strike precise erogenous spots with its tip whenever the tongue bottomed the princess. As the electric signals travelled to the princess’s brain, they were ramped by these additional (and faster) bursts of electricity, and when they finally reached the central nerves, oh…! The Gods of Olympus themselves couldn’t have made Diane come any harder or louder.

“FUUUCK…!!!” Massive boulders fell around the goddesses. A few large stones crashed on the princess’s abs and the Instructress’s back. Despite the danger, the two women were too fuck-drunk to stop it now—the Instructress would go all-out on Diane’s pussy, and when she was finally done, there would be no temple!

“Arrogant…!! Cocky…!! Princess…!!” For every word, a flurry of tongue-thrusts extracted gallons and more gallons of juices from the giantess. With a long scream and a tsunami of pleasure, Diane’s body stiffened and her legs left the ground. She was like a straight plank of meat, with her head on the floor and her cunt on the Instructress’s mouth, raised diagonally on the ground, shivering and trembling as her cunt throbbed like a heart, gallon after gallon exploding a geyser.

“NO…!!” Her scream was painful and short-lived. Only tears and the rumbling of her stiff body were proof that she was still alive. The ground caved beneath her, and both goddesses sank under the weight of their own power. The Instructress was basking on her lover’s womb, striking orgasms directly at its walls, adding to the gallons of juice that were already blasting from her cunt.

Diane both felt and sounded like she was dying—and maybe she was. She was passing out and waking up so many times, so fast that the shocks were threatening to rupture her body from inside out. Her muscles, which were already impressive, grew harder and denser; her body mass jumped to 1,100 pounds, then 1,200, then 1,300, with the Instructress carrying the brunt of that insane weight.

“Little hoe!” She roared, pounding the cunt even more vigorously. “Do you think you can beat me? Grow!!” She took one hand off Diane’s left tight and laid it on her own back. “Grow harder and heavier, you goddamn giantess! Look!” She took the other hand. “I can fuck you with my tongue alone!”

The jets were almost peeling her face off as the giantess crossed her arms under her back and fucked that cunt away with total abandon. Her tongue was already suffering from cramps thanks to its excessive action—and anyone who’d ever suffered from cramps in the freaking tongue knows that this feeling is far from easily forgotten. Still, the Instructress held her ground, muffing the pain with her own, rock-shattering orgasms.

The two giantesses fell into a deeper, messier crater as the temple’s ceiling cracked in the middle. In an instant, thousands of tons of stone were falling on the bodies of those giantesses, and Diane could only watch the temple fall as her body was too stiff, too ridden with orgasms to even attempt the slightest reaction. A fucking great irony, that was: she was bigger and more powerful than any woman (or living creature) on Earth, yet she was defenseless as a lamb on a lion’s mouth—or rather, the mouth of her fucking mistress! Diane couldn’t even shut her eyes, from which copious tears flowed down like rivers.

Veins popped in her nose, which quickly bled out. What she didn’t have in strength, however, the Instructress had in spades: as the ceiling fell on their heads, the warrior woman simply raised her arms up and prepared for two mighty punches. She struck each falling stone at the precise right time, creating a shockwave of power so intense that the clouds above the temple moved away! An explosion shook the entire island, and Amazons from nearby islands could see dozens of massive blocks of stone flying in the sky at crazy-high speeds, some going beyond the horizon, creating tsunamis at very distant places.

The seemingly effortless punches added energy to Diane’s orgasms, and at that point the princess was openly, desperately crying in pain. “Pleeeeease!!!” Her whiny pitch contrasted so much from her awesome body! “Stooop!!!” Her head went up and down at high speeds as her pussy was brutally pounded. Even if Diane were fucked by literal horses for hours on end, her cunt wouldn’t have been savaged nearly as greatly as the Instructress was savaging her in a single second. “M-maaaaster, pleeeease!!” Her scream was pure agony. “Stop!!”

And just like that, without the need of a single word more, the Instructress bottomed on her one last time, reaching the very end of Diane’s womb—and actually pushing it a few inches higher! Then, she retrieved all her tongue in one swell swoop, and the explosion of juices managed to surpass even all thoe that came before.

The hole around the women grew until it covered the entire area of the temple. It was many feet deep, and it was being quickly flooded by Diane’s desperate ejaculation. Laughing her ass off, the Instructress stood on her feet and took the brunt of those jets in her body, bathing herself completely on the princess’s nectar ejections. “Yes, baby! Bathe your strong momma just like that!” She playfully and cheerfully ran her hands all over her muscles, playing with her own hair and scratching her own head, using the fluids like shampoo.

Diane screamed and screamed and screamed. Not even being relieved from that tongue was enough to halt her raging fire, however. If anything, it’d made it grown only hotter, like throwing water on burning oil: *booom!!* She pushed her arms on the ground, but that gave her no more balance as the stone kept unraveling into dust. She felt as if under a torrential summer rain, but those were her liquids splashing on her master’s body. “FUUUCK…!!” She attempted to scream, but her eyes nearly popped out of her skull.

Seeing her in such delightful agony, the Instructress couldn’t help but to admire her powerful, massive buttocks—two boulders of pure power inviting the touch. She knew she should take easy on her girls, but she also remembered that that particular “girl” was the most arrogant little sh#t she had ever met, and a good humbling would suit her well. Therefore, smiling like the fires of Hades, she parted those buttocks with her mighty arms and crammed three fingers in Diane’s tight anus.

Another avalanche of orgasms started, now prompted by the Instructress’s masterfully pressing of the right spots in her apprentice’s ass. The poor girl jumped on the ground like there were rockets in her butt, and the harder she jumped, the bigger the destruction became around them. The Instructress didn’t give a damn: cramming her fingers even deeper, she played with six or seven erogenous spots simultaneously, all the time.

The pussy gushed relentlessly, attracting her gaze to that sweet, moist opening. «No.» Even her mind seemed to tell her to go easy, but that kid’s arrogance really undid any compassion she could have felt for her. With her right hand, the Instructress added her fingers to the gushing, burning pussy, playing with it just as hard as she was the anus.

Diane died again as the double stimulation filled her body with fire. Her massive tits, which sprayed milk like mad bombs, exploded with true geysers of motherly milk while every single muscle of her body hardened and cramped. Her cunt jets destroyed whatever stone they hit, and pillars of steam rose from both her pussy and the Instructress’s arm as she finger-banged the poor princess.

The double stimulation made her every single organ twirl, swell, and (almost) pop. The Instructress was just now having fun, and she felt like the conqueror of the world by subduing that much bigger, but inexperienced youth. Laughing like the devil, she took her fingers off the princess and grabbed her massive legs. «Damn!» She was reminded every time of just how massive the apprentice was! «Legs as big as my waist! Fucking hoe!!» Hardening her abs and flexing her entire body, she pulled the whole princess up. “YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!”

She lifted Diane off the ground and flipped her over her head, slamming her face-down on the ground and literally cracking the entire island in half! A massive canyon parted the island, and the newly-formed halves began to move apart as the two women still relentlessly fucked.

Diane’s orgasmic jets were reaching dozens of feet of height. The waves crashed against the walls of the canyon they fucked in as the Instructress put her head in harm’s way and bathed on the princess’s blasts. The nectar was absolute power. The taste was unlike any other pussy she’d ever drunk from. Still, she was thirsty; her true power had only begun to reveal itself, and she was having the time of her life torturing that cunt and anus with her supersonic fingers.

Slowly, the hardening and growth of her own muscles had turned the Instructress into an 8’5ft-tall, 750-pound monster—still smaller than the princess, but big enough so that her stature alone commanded respect (and fear!) on her heart.

The instructress battered that cunt and massacred that anus for as long as the island took it. Like the temple before it, the canyon too was cracked, then pulverized by the blows of those two bodies, and the Instructress had to pound the princess away, dragging her inch after inch on the sinking ground as more parts of the canyon unraveled under her feet.

“You fucking, filthy, lowly whore!!” The Instructress derived so much pleasure from annihilating that pussy. “How does it feel to be conquered by a common Amazon, huh? What’s the feeling of being reduced to a fucking piece of meat by just the fingers of a smaller woman??” The Instructress withdrew her fingers from Diane’s anus and literally punched her right in the boobs, making them spew fatter loads of milk miles into the air! “I want you to suffer, you fucking cunt!! I want you to cum like you’re never gonna cum again… you weak, pathetic filthy slut! Ya cheap demigoddess toy to my fingers!!”

Diane was unresponsive. Her hard, stiff body vibrated like a pierce of metal, yet her face was calm and asleep. She was so passed out even the violent reactions of her body no longer disturbed her state of mind. Seeing her in this state, the Instructress really thought she killed the poor woman, and the fear of the consequences of such act—not even the act itself—prompted her to take her fingers from both holes and just watch the poor woman cum her soul away!

Diane came. And came. And came!! By the gods, she kept coming like several hoses for twenty more minutes until her body (almost) dried up and softened—yet still kept coming! Another ten minutes were necessary for the princess of Amazons to stop unloading like thousands of wild stallion mid-coitus, and when the was finally done—when every bit and drop of sweet, creamy nectar from her cunt-n-womb had been expunged, exhausted, and expelled!—her body was left squirming on a massive lake of her own cum and milk.

The Instructress walked back to her, with her feet waddling in the lake. She sat with her legs crossed on the ground and admired the youth. Muscles atop muscles turned her light-bronze-skinned physique into the epitome of power. Diane was literally as massive as ten bodybuilders, but her towering height allowed her to still maintain a curvy, hourglass profile. She was monster of muscles, yet also a paragon of fertility; the beauty of Aphrodite and the power of Zeus all rolled up into a single body—and the Instructress was excused for not resisting to touch her and worship her every fold and crevice.

Once her palms met the obscene abs of her goddess, Diane screamed and roared. Gallons of lubes burst from her cunt as her orgasms appeared to have been reignited in full, prompting the Instructress to pull her hand back and just laugh. “This, my little girl, is what we call a good fuck!” She laid down lazily on her back, waiting for those shockwaves of pleasure to stop torturing her apprentice. “You never truly had sex until now. No need to thank me, by the way.” She looked at her, fighting the urge to French kiss the sleeping beauty. “You’re a virgin no more.”

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Battle of the Amazons series

[NSFW/+18!] Battle of the Amazons 2: The Princess Stud

The princess of the Amazons stepped up on the altar, cracking the steps of stone with her feet. Her muscular legs swelled and bloated as she moved, and her whole body made a sinuous dance that got the Head Instructress completely dazed and hypnotized! The mighty Amazon couldn’t believe her own eyes! The arrogant princess was only eighteen years old, yet she already carried herself with a confidence to rival the Queen of the Amazons herself!

Of course, when one had such a body, confidence came in quite naturally. The Head Instructress admired the princess and her armor of iron-hard muscles; her body crafted to perfection to impress and arouse—as well as crush the bones and tear the limbs of her enemies in the heat of the battle. Diane was a mighty muscle mare, standing at 7’5-feet and straining whatever surface she stood on with her 500-pound weight—almost all of it pure muscles.

The Head Instructress, who had forged her own body through intense daily exercises, had grown bigger and taller than the princess, but even her massive muscle transformation could still only barely rival the Amazon heir: she stood now at 7’6ft-tall (one hair taller than the princess) and 550 pounds. Princess Diane, in her natural form, was already almost as big as that thick, mighty woman after an earth-shattering transformation. «Did I take it too easy?» The Instructress asked herself, insecurity taking hold of her mind.

She looked around the temple and realized that, no, she couldn’t have grown any bigger than that. Her transformation had cracked the temple in the middle and all but ruined the altar they were standing on, with the stone bed between her and the princess cracked and caved in the middle. Her muscles still burned with the after-shocks of her transformation, and her whole body emitted a sensuous coat of steam. She had gone as far as she could without straining herself—yet her farthest was still the princess’s average. She gulped and quivered, imagining what such a powerful child could do to her.

Diane was the daughter of Zeus. She was fated to take the throne of Themyscira and lead the Amazons into a new, glorious era. Her body betrayed her divine origins; her muscles gave anyone a glimpse of the tremendous power that she carried within.

For a long time, Diane didn’t even bother wrestling with the other girls. Even the biggest, sturdiest of them were kicked and flipped on the arena like ragdolls, with the arrogant child even yawning at her trainers as she used very simple, amateur blows to deal with her opponents quickly and effortlessly.

The mightiest warriors left the arena trampled and humiliated, thrown around like pieces of flesh by a girl half their age. Only the Head Instructress was left to fight with her on (mostly) equal terms, and the memory of their sweaty bodies thrusting, pressing, squashing each other on the dusty arena, throwing sand and water and sweat everywhere, still brought the Instructress many wet dreams in the solitude of her chamber.

Now that she saw Diane standing before her, so tall and muscular, she wondered whether the cocky bastard was taking easy on her. She wouldn’t have to wait long until the truth was revealed: Diane spread her legs and assumed a fighting stance on the altar, cracking the stone when her feet landed on the ground.

Loud cracks and rumbles echoed in the temple, and the Head Instructress stepped back as she the altar became wobblier and more unstable. Diane’s simple gesture had further atomized those stones into pebbles. «Fuck! In the name of Hera, what is this child?!» Her heart beat loudly as she was met by Diane’s cocky, almost devilish gaze. That girl had confidence to spare! The cockiest, biggest-dicked Alpha males wouldn’t match one hair of her head in terms of reliance and self-assurance. The Head Instructress had to fight against her urge to either flee or submit to that little youth, reminding herself constantly that—at least in paper—she was still Diane’s superior.

Well, not for too long. The Princess of the Amazons arched her arms in front of her body, flexing her mighty muscles just a little, yet already hard enough for her biceps to grow like boulders covered with thick veins. “Do you want to see power, Head Instructress?” The teenager asked, and the Amazon was left in silence, not realizing she was supposed to answer.

After clearing her throat, she mumbled some clumsy words followed by a nod of the head and a wimpy: “huh.

Diane bit her lower lip, taking deep breaths and feeling her body heat up. “Alright. This is power!” The princess flexed, and the Head Instructress literally tripped on the cracking stones beneath her feat, falling with her back on the temple’s floor while the princess hardened and covered herself with mighty veins. She had barely warmed up for two minutes, yet her body was already channeling enough strength to literally drain dozens of horses!

Her abs throbbed, almost as if her muscles were being kicked from inside out. The Instructress watched as her ten-pack grew in volume, throbbing and rippling as countless veins as thick as fingers fed them with gallons of blood. The princess was heating up so hard that the oxygen condensed around her skin like smoke, and soon she was exhaling steam through her nostrils and her every pore, breathing the cold air from outside to try and regulate the burning temperatures inside her.

“Hera!!” She screamed for the goddess of all women, who lent them strength in moments of great trial. The princess changed her pose, putting her arms up and displaying her full legs and torso to the Instructress. She felt as hard as a mountain, and still her body was still only charging up, adding as much hardness to her muscles as possible, feeding them with enough blood and nutrients before they could kick into the next step of her transformation.

Though her volume remained pretty much steady after the first spurt, her weight was sensibly increasing. The Head Instructress saw the stone cracking under the princess’s feet, then her body slowly sinking in her altar as the density of her muscles reached ludicrous levels. The thick, mighty Amazon, who had seen her fair share of potent beauties in her life, unconsciously spread her legs and laid her hand on her hips, feeling the powerful heat from her throbbing, tumid cunt.

She was endlessly aroused by that stud princess, and yet she hadn’t seen a fraction of her true power! As the seconds went on, the Princess showed her just how futile was any comparison between their physiques—hers was undoubtedly the greatest.

The princess lowered her arms to her waist, flexing them upwards in a “W” shape. A scream burst through her mouth without her consent: “AAARHH!!!” She closed her eyes and tried to focus, sensing how that energy could easily consume and destroy her if she lost control. She transformed her screams into mighty roars, then doubled down on her flexing as the ground quickly unraveled beneath her feet. Pieces of rock and large boulders flew around as she sank five feet into the altar, kicking into the next phase of her transformation: the swell!

Her muscles rippled. Her fibers snapped and contorted so violently that whiplashes were heard all throughout the island. Her biceps throbbed like hearts and the veins danced all over them. Her neck was as thick as an average woman’s thigh, throbbing along her engorged arteries, pumping visible loads of scorching blood to her brain.

Her breasts squirted milk. The temple was filled by the delicious squishing sound of her cream leaving her tits and splashing on the floor. Much to the dismay of the Head Instructress, she stood right in between those milky jets, unable to catch any with her mouth. Her jaw stood low and tongue was partially rolled out, begging for some comfort. «By the gods!!» Her eyes were growing. «What a monster!»

The teenager’s abs rippled and cracked, and her shoulders boomed like she had a wall of burning iron atop her back. With one powerful roar, the princess added two muscles to her abs, and her whole body followed with a sudden, abrupt muscle growth that saw her jump from five hundred to over eight hundredpounds of pure, iron-hard musculature in the blink of an eye. The intensity of that bulking was so great that Head Instructress was further pushed back by the resulting shockwave, rolling away as heat waves emanated constantly from the princess’s skin.

«By Zeus!!» The Amazon was shocked by seeing the altar completely reduced to pebbles as the princess was only getting started. The cocky teenager kept roaring and cracking the temple with the ferocious rumbling and rippling of her body, which now stood at 7’8-feet and displayed a gorgeous, massive, throbbing 12-pack. She looked down and briefly acknowledged the Instructress presence, paying her no attention as she channeled even more power into her physique.

This time, the princess turned around slightly and laid one foot in front of the other, grabbing her right wrist with her left arm and flexing her right arm in a hook position, showing the Instructress the impeccable shape and harness of her loin as the energy of the sun seemed to be growing inside her fibers. After a long, growing rumble, her fibers snapped and popped and cracked, then throbbed and bulged to add insane volume and weight to her muscles. Her body sank deeper into the ground, creating cracks as deep as ten feet on the temple.

“The power… of the fucking gods!!” The iron princess roared, cracking the ceiling and the many columns around her. “The power… of a muscular monster!!” Her roar was almost like a male as she changed position mid-swelling—a risky move, but one she performed with the ease of the naturals. The Head Instructress gulped when seeing the princess squat and flex both her arms besides her body—a simple, all-purpose position that gave her all the stability required for her next growth phase.

With the heat swelling in her cunt, the Instructress saw that child grow to 7’9, then 8, then 8’2, then 8’3ft-tall, far surpassing her while her muscles grew ever stronger. The jets of milk bursting from her super-sized tits had grown as thick and powerful as hydrants, and the two puddles of milk around the Instructress had become large enough to reach her hands.

She raised one hand to her face, inspecting the thickness and heat of that milk. «This looks like semen!» Diane’s milk, indeed, felt more like a cream or a tasty desert—or the ejaculation of a horse—as she grew into a mountain of a woman. To the Instructress’s terror, the prodigy teenager wasn’t even done as her shoulder bulked into a scary wall of virility and her arms grew as thick as the thighs of a bodybuilder.

The teenager kept growing to 8’6 feet, then 8’8 feet, then broke through the 9 feet mark and made her way effortlessly to the ten-feet score. “Diane, n-no!” The sweaty, trembling warrior stood up, being pushed away by the waves of power that burst from the teenager’s body. “You’re growing too fast, too hard!! This temple will not…!”

“Let this temple fall!!” A thicker, almost demonic voice burst from the teenager’s throat as she cracked the 9’5-feet mark. “If this structure can’t take my power, I will crush it myself!” She gave one step forward, bulldozing the floor with her foot, creating a 5ft-wide, 10ft-deep crater around it. “Look at these fucking thighs!” Her gigantic muscles rippled and bloated before the Instructress’s eyes. “Look at my power go!!” She then roared, and huge pieces of stone fell from the ceiling as the temple began to crumble.

The Head Instructress tried to stay on her feet, ready to flee, but the power and outrageous beauty of the princess was just too strong! Her shivering legs buckled and her knees fell on the ground, cracking it as she kneeled before that beauty teenager, now a true goddess of war. “By the gods, princess!!” Her words were quickly lost in the noise; the princess was still adding hundreds of pounds to her body, easily breaking into the ten-feet mark and trying out for eleven feet.

Her weight had doubled, standing easily at over a thousand pounds as her muscles just kept throbbing and swelling, growing both denser and bulkier. The princess of the Amazons could easily crush the Queen herself, if she wanted to, and she changed her pose again to kick into a new, more brutal step of her transformation. “By the gods, I’m SO FUCKING HOT!!” She screamed and roared, and dense columns of steam burst from her nostrils all the time.

She crossed her arms behind her back, right above her monstrous glutes, and flexed her entire body again, creating a mess of cracks and rubble all over the temple, like a bomb had exploded in the place.

“Oh, Hera!! HERA!!” The Instructress lost her shit! All the heat and pressure that had grown in her was released into a burst of scorching lube from her cunt. The Head Instructress laid her forehead on the cracked floor, cramming her hands in her cunt and frigging it until she was unloading gallons like a firehose.

Diane had crossed the eleven-feet mark, trembling and shouting as her body neared its limits. “NO!!” She roared to the heavens, as if defying the gods themselves. “I can get stronger!! I can get… harder!!” Then a ferocious roar burst from her throat in the exact moment rumbling explosions came from her muscles, like there were mountains being thrown against each other inside her every fiber. The teenager swelled to proportions even the Head Instructress thought to be insane, filling the temple with heat—and the Instructress with deafening orgasms.

“Diane!!” She screamed. “Diane!!” The teenager stopped growing at around 11’4ft of height, panting as sweat broke from numerous pores. Her body, which been releasing only steam at that point, got sweaty like someone had thrown a bucket—or rather, a bathtub—of scalding water on her, and a massive puddle formed around her feet as the sweat not exactly “dripped,” but literally flowed like rivers down her skin.

Her muscles glistened under her thick coating of sweat. The muscular princess relaxed her pose and released a final, giant burst of steam through every single pore. The Head Instructress was pushed away one last time, bathing herself on her own lubes as she squirted them into the air.

“Fuck!!” Diane shouted, and another wave of power electrified her. “FUUUCK!!” She stomped her right foot on the ground, creating a shockwave that shattered the rest of temple, shattering all its walls and columns that remained standing. When she finally had her body tamed, she looked down and admired her myriad of muscles. The Head Instructress, once so mighty, looked like a doll near her feet, and the arrogant teenager laughed at her superior’s defeated body, writhing on the puddle of her own cum.

“You look so tiny, Head Instructress. Is this how you see your students when they’re stepping into the arena for the first time?” She flexed her biceps, and the obscene muscles grew to thrice the size of a wide bodybuilder’s chest.

The Instructress needed some time to recover, sitting on the floor while her cunt still expelled shameful threads of lubes. She whimpered and moaned aloud, rolling her eyes as the waves of pleasure overtook her.

Diane was spectacular. The difference between then was jaw-dropping, with the young stud’s 11’4-feet dwarfing the Instructress’s once-intimidating 7’8.

The warrior stood up, trembling before the power of her student. Diane truly was the daughter of the gods. It was inconceivable that any being existed in the universe which could defy and defeat her.

She was hard! The Instructress had never seen a body so muscular and trimmed, with basically no fat aside from the breasts and parts of the ass. Her hand swung back and forth, craving to touch that pillar of granite in the shape of woman. Diane smiled proudly, seeing how her breasts bounced slightly above the Instructress’s head.

“Which part of my body do you want to touch first?” The woman looked up with fear, barely registering the words. She seemed to be suffering from an overdose of arousal. “Do you find my abs appetizing?” The princess flexed her abs, and the fourteen muscles hardened loudly. “Lay your hand on them and feel their might.”

The Instructress was shivering and panting. «Fuck!! She is so incredibly beautiful!» Her muscular arm hardened as she stretched her hand to Diane’s belly, feeling her heat before even touching her. “Oh! By the gods!!” That heat prickled! The abs danced sensuously, moving so powerfully with only the breath of the princess.

Diane grabbed her hand and pulled it. The Instructress felt her cunt swell and squirt as the full hardness of those muscles enveloped her palm. Her knees were hitting each other, her legs so wobbly that her body was soon lower and lower on the ground, always on the verge of falling. “Gods!!” Diane kept the palm on her belly, flexing her muscles so that the Instructress would never forget who was the superior stud.

“Gods!!” The Instructress fell on her knees, cracking the ground around her. Diane moved the warrior’s hand along her abdomen, giving her a full treat of her musculature. “Aren’t they beautiful? Aren’t they as hard as the body of Zeus?” She flexed her arm, counting the veins as they bulged along with her biceps and triceps. “Daddy would be really proud if he saw me right now.” She smiled, filling a surge of power in her hips. “I bet I could kick your ass with one arm tied to my back, if I wanted to.” She squeezed the Instructress’s wrist drawing loud moans from her. “What a mess you are!” She saw the gallons of nectar bursting from the warrior’s cunt. “You’re already creaming myself without even touching me right!”

Diane felt invincible—and she truly was. Feeling that no one could punish her for any transgression, she grabbed the Instructress’s head and pulled her up, seeing her face red and twitchy, with many tears rising in her eyes. “You look so weak and pathetic!” Her eyes wandered over her body. “But you’re still hot!” She focused on the Amazon’s massive butt. “Your ass still looks delicious. Guess I will have a piece of that… right after you have a piece of me!”

She shoved the Instructress’s head right in her cunt, and for a moment the moans of the older Amazon resonated only inside her body, with the only sound in the temple being the violent gushes of her cunt and the gradual, sensual grunts of the princess. “Wow, you are a screamer.” Diane’s eyes rolled up very slowly. “Lick me. Treat that pussy like you always wanted to.” In the meantime, Diane explored the Instructress’s hard body with her hands: “mm, baby, your back is so delicious! I will ravish your body like an army of Spartans!”

Diane coveted the Instructress’s muscles—which were still a wonder, despite her diminutive size. The woman quivered as the waves of pleasure were still too many and too strong, making the princess very proud and cocky of her sexual abilities. Themyscira had over five thousand tall, strong, muscular, busty, big-assed, ripped and shredded beauties, and Diane had fucked them all but the Instructress and the Queen. Now, she was about to cross the second-to-last name of her slutty list. «Oh, my Queen!» She thought as her lubes covered the Instructress’s face. «Just you wait, my queen, until I get to devour you!»

Looking down again, she saw her feet being washed by the massive loads being squirted at high speeds from the Instructress’s cunt. “I do not have all day, you know,” she tease her, prompting the Instructress to slowly stick her tongue out of her mouth and taste the insides of the massive princess.

Her teenage cunt was almost as big as her fist, almost drowning under her lubes as her nose pressed against the princess’s clit, stimulating her without even trying. “God, baby, this feels good!” Diane roared, knowing how to stimulate and press the right buttons of her partner. “Why don’t you work that pussy out just as strong as I know you can?” She winked. “Take no pity on me. Destroy my fucking muscular cunt!”

Some flame burned in the Instructress’s heart, making her invade Diane with gusto. Her long, hard, muscular tongue unrolled deep in that pussy, throbbing and filling it just like an arm. Diane was not expecting such quick or powerful invasion, and any woman who had a taste of that godly tongue could easily do away with men forever. “Fuck!! Zeus!!” She firmed her feet on the ground, cracking it as she tried to stabilize her body. “You’re awesome!!”

Her juices were sloshing on the Amazon’s head while the older, experienced warrior savaged her cunt. She was fucking her for dear life! The Instructress took her hand off the princess’s abs and grabbed her legs, supporting herself on the two iron pillars of her tights. As she felt her own veiny, sweaty biceps rubbing against those thighs, she came and creamed herself loudly, dying for that power!

«By the gods, princess!!» She praised her royalty in her mind while her tongue was too occupied with its pussy-pleasing duties. «You are the goddess of all the women!» Filled with admiration for that perfect physique, the Instructress took as her duty to give her princess as much pleasure as her massive, divine body could take, so she channeled all the energy to her tongue to give that cunt the licking and sucking of its life!

Her tongue was literally as big and as thick as a forearm—fourteen inches of member now piercing and dancing inside Diane’s pussy. The princess was deep, as one would expect from her ludicrous height, but the Amazon had tongue (and skill) in spades to soon have her body trembling and shivering with the gradual accumulation of arousal, striking several erogenous spots on that delicious cunt all at once. The tip of her tongue was as hard as iron, and its flexibility allowed it to flicker the deepest, most sensible zones of the princess like switches. As a result, her tongue stimulated between three and seven erogenous spots in the princess at all times, taking her not by force, but by skill.

“GODS!!” She screamed. Diane didn’t want to lose control so soon next to her superior, but the Instructress was slowly showing her why she remained in such high regard amongst the Amazons for so long. In truth, Diane had never, ever felt truly challenged by any of the thousands of Amazons in the archipelago; the very few of them who could rise up to her were quickly defeated as she tapped into her endless reserves of power. The ravenous teenager had grown bored and overconfident in her abilities, never sure if anyone was able to match her.

Because of this, the pleasure she experienced now was literally unimaginable. She had always heard whispers about it, but she never really thought she was going to feel it herself! As her cunt was thoroughly and actively dominated by that raging Amazon, Diane saw herself stepping back and stammering, too shocked by the pleasure to even believe it was real. “Y-y-you s-shouldn’t…!!” But a loud burst of pleasure cut her voice and made her scream. The walls shook as her legs wobbled and her body nearly fell, with the Instructress looking up, her face washed by the teenager’s nectar.

«Arrogant youth! You’ve never been truly serviced by an expert’s tongue!» Upping her ante, turning that pleasure into torture, the Instructress moved her tongue so that eight erogenous spots were constantly pressed, then made the tongue vibrate like machine.

“FUCK!!” Diane felt the strength completely abandon her legs. She fell back on the ground, and cracks and earthquake she created shook even the boulders outside the temple. She had managed to hold an orgasm back, however, denying the Instructress her sweet victory so soon. Still, the princess contemplated what the worth of her giant size and musculature really was if she couldn’t withstand a simple licking of her much smaller teacher.

The Instructress had her gaze set on the princess’s face, measuring the pleasure by her tics an twitches. Her eyes seemed to communicate every one or her filthy thoughts: “I will have you cumming rivers on my face, your highness, and then your massive body writhing on the ground in orgasmic bliss. You will beg for me to stop, and I will deny you! I will keep fucking you with my tongue like not even a hundred stallions could!”

She made a twist with her tongue, and the princess’s muscles throbbed violently as she desperately tried to resist the surge of pleasure. «Mm. Very good.» The Instructress laid her hands on those insane muscles, feeling the electric ripples of ecstasy. «You’re managing too control your orgasms. Maybe we’re ready to kick things up a notch or two.»

Violently and brutally, she made her tongue throb and swirl inside the princess’s cunt with an almost supernatural expertise. A man wouldn’t be able to move the muscles of his body nearly as well as she did her tongue’s! The member assumed several different shapes inside that cunt, striking dozens of different erogenous spots in very little time, doubling down on the orgasms every passing second, stealing the princess’ breath as the arousal grew much beyond her understanding.

“STOP!!” She begged, panting and breathing, with her muscular body hopping on the ground. “Stop this, please!!” The Instructress reveled on the princess’s tears. «Oh, no, my princess. Now that we just started having fun!» If Diane though that was a lot of pleasure, she truly was an amateur in the art of sex. The Instructress showed her what real fucking was by doubling the speed and the intensity of her licking.

Diane was suddenly thrashing on the ground, destroying entire sections of the temple as her massive, muscular body unraveled in agony under the orgasms she tried so hard to contain. «It’s fucking impossible!!» The princess never felt so small, so weak, so insignificant, despite being so huge. «It’s impossible!!» She looked down, seeing how her belly bulged with the ferocious movements of the tongue inside of her. «This thing feels like a snow ball rolling down a mountain! It grows and grows and grows and… it’s eating me alive!!»

She felt fire consuming her guts and a pure, electric agony burning her womb as she screamed and punched the ground. All the time she had to resist the urge of grabbing the Instructress’s head and cracking her skull. The Instructress was actually feeling a gradual and growing pain in her tongue, knowing that the motions she executed would exhaust even the thirstiest of succubi, but she could keep up that show for several minutes without a break. «By the way she’s shaking,» she smiled, «she ain’t got even three minutes left before she dies!»

Displaying her absurd sexual command, the Amazon managed to speak while also stimulating that cunt: “stop trying to resist, my princess! Just let your orgasms flow and wash my face with your powerful discharge!” With one hand servicing her own cunt and the other exploring the gorgeous muscles of her anus, the Instructress drilled many loud, watery orgasms from herself, washing the legs with her warm liquids, squirting harder than a horde of horses would nut their semen in a year. “Look at me!” She moaned. “I’m cumming!!” She made sure the princess could feel the sprinkling of her lube in her own body. “Come for me, princess, and wash my face with the gallons I know you can come.” She pushed her tongue back, then pierced the princess again with it, adding the thrusting motion to her repertoire of fuck.

The princess was soon screaming and crying her heart out: “AAAAHHH…!!!” Agony such as that was too intense to even be counted as an orgasm anymore; that was outright torture, almost a war crime.

“Come on, princess.” The Instructress teased her further. “I know you wanna. Your pain will only grow the longer you keep those orgasms inside you.” She was thrusting deep and hard in the princess, fifteen inches of Amazon tongue sawing her cunt just like a cock, grazing her cervix and poking it with its tip, just with the right motion and pressure as to draw as much pleasure from her as possible. “Unload, princess. Cum like a mare! I can feel the juices sloshing inside your membranes! You are more loaded than a potent stallion who’s been denied sex for a whole year!”

Thrusting the tongue harder, stimulating her walls more mercilessly, the Instructress made loud sounds while pounding that pussy like breeding bull. The temple was quaking and rumbling every time she bottomed on the princess. No big-dicked Alpha male could ever match her performance, and that was still just a casual warm-up to her; a morning head she used to pay her acolytes and most dedicated students. “Cum for me, princess! Bathe me in your nectar!”

She added brutal twists to her tongue while picking up speed in her thrusts. “I’ll keep fucking you harder if you keep disobeying me.” The pounding added to the width and the depth of the cracks around the temple, making the whole structure vibrate as the instructress ate pussy like a mythical beast. “No? Very well. I see that you chose the way of pain.” Decreasing the speed of her thrusts just as little, she made her tongue vibrate in a threatening way.

As soon as she felt those brutal vibrations, Diane knew her very life was in danger. “NO!!” She shouted, but the Instructress only made her tongue vibrate faster. “If you’re not cumming on my face, then I’m drilling the nectar out of you by force!

She then pierced the princess like a sledgehammer being driven inside her by a fucking machine, and the whole island trembled with the screams and roars that preceded Diane’s inevitable release.

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[Read ***Part 7*** if you want to skip all my ramblings]

Part 1: My situation with Amazon (TLDR: been banned; ain’t going back)

Part 2: That book I kept talking about (hint: it’s about incels and haunted sex dolls)

Part 3: Release and readership (it’s FREE, baby!)

Part 4: Finally, my f#cking Patreon (come join the Gigi gang!)

Part 5: The good stuff—of horny futas, giant dongs, and everything in between

Part 6: The future of Gigi Potemkin (“what about NEW porn? I’m still waiting for more sweet-ass futa content, you know!”)

Part 7: So, in short… (TLDR of everything!)

Hey, there, my mares and stallions. My gals and pals. My dudes and dudettes. I hope you’ve been doing well these past few weeks.

I guess it’s high time I’m updating you on my whereabouts, as well as what I’ve been planning for you since I was kicked out of Amazon. These have been some pretty eventful past couple of months for me, and I’m very glad to finally get you all caught up on my plans.

Without any further ado…

Part 1: My situation with Amazon (TLDR: been banned; ain’t going back)

First of all, a bit of clarification on what most of you probably know by now: I have been banned from Amazon, yes, and I’m not going back—at least not for erotica.

Indeed, “banned” might not actually be the best word to describe the whole situation, as my account received only a temporary block from the Amazon admins.

To put it simply, the folks at Big Z didn’t quite like my writing—to be precise, they took umbrage with the content of the books—and temporarily suspended my account until I promised to clean up all the potentially “problematic books”—which, as it turns out, were all of them.

*Womp, womp!*

There are a handful of works still remaining on my sales page, as you can see, but even these are going to be removed as I expand into, say, “more serious” literary endeavors—which is the main subject of this update (read below; Part 2).

So, before we dive into the meat of this sandwich, a few more comments on this whole Amazon debacle, based on the questions I’ve been getting from some of you on my DMs: no, they didn’t tell me the exact reason why my books were banned. I think we can all pretty much agree that the books were getting too “saucy” for Amazon’s liking, so the company had to ax them.

Some of you have warned me that the covers and the descriptions were getting very, very R-rated for a store like Amazon, and I totally agree with that. As a matter of fact, it was a conscious and intentional decision: I was pushing the envelope to see what I could get away with, and, as far as envelopes go, and in terms of sales and raw revenue, the strategy *did* pay off big time. I was finally getting close to my goal of becoming a full-time writer (if “only” a smut writer, mind you), and my name was getting out there, which was awesome. Many of you have met me precisely during this phase, from late-2020 to early-2021, and I felt like I’d finally gotten a handle over my business and style, totally on my groove. That was also when the content of my work became extra spicy and truly, truly filthy!

(And, by the way, if you’re one of these recent readers… hi! My name is Gia, but I go online by my brand Gigi. Nice to meet you! I hope you love everything else I have to offer here! Now, back to the goodies…)

I actually wish the descriptions of my books or my covers *were* the problem. The actual books that Amazon had flagged before my temporary ban had nothing to do with any of these issues. As I went into the books trying to find some pattern in the content and the stories and figure out why they were deemed inappropriate, I came up with nothing. Even the content in some banned books felt rather tame compared to my latest (and unbanned) entries.

It seems that either someone was trolling with me or Amazon just really, reeeally didn’t want me there. Probably a combination of both: some of my most popular books got banned due to the greater exposure I was getting (resulting in a lot of butt-hurt Karens reporting me to the system), whereas others just seemed to have been caught at random by Amazon’s review algorithm.

There is nothing I can (or, at this time, want to) do about it. The books were banned due to their content, nothing else, and trying to change this would mean completely changing what I write—and, in great part, who I am. There is no work-around on that. It’s bye-bye, Amazon, and thank you for all the fishes (and readers).

Also, yeah, just one more final (this time, truly final) note before we head into the main attraction of the day: Amazon’s official statement in their email to me was that I had violated they content guidelines against “hardcore content” and “pornography.”

Now, what constitutes “hardcore content” or “pornography,” you might ask? This is the thing: there is no pointing asking! To Amazon, “hardcore” can mean anything that goes just a little over the edge of vanilla, and any description, literally any description at all about two naked adults doing the funky already technically falls into “pornography” boundaries, so… the game has been rigged from the very start.

These are catch-all terms purposefully designed to get rid of whatever books and authors Amazon doesn’t like in the moment—and, in this particular moment, the unlucky fish happened to be me.

And yes, before you remind me again: I know, I know that there are authors out threre who can publish far worse stuff than I do and get away scot free. And, yes, also yes, I’m surethere are big publishers who create way saucier covers than I could ever come up with and splash them all over the store for everyone to see, adults and kiddies alike. I’m quite aware of all of this, and it changes absolutely nothing. I’m not one of those privileged (or just straight-up lucky) authors, nor am I a big publisher of such caliber to get away with any content violation, so the ax for my neck it comes regardless.

Part 2: That book I kept talking about (hint: it’s about incels and haunted sex dolls)

Even though I’m one-hundred-percent dropping my erotica work from Amazon, I’m not leaving the store outright. In fact, I’m taking this “ban” as an opportunity to clean up my act and clear up my sales page to my “real,” big, baddass book, which I’d been working on for quite some time now—I think it’s been three years since I started it, with big intervals as I improved my porn-penning skills.

Now that the first draft of my work is complete, I’m confident in finally presenting it to you.

My first ever novel is called… *ruffle the drums! Pull out the curtains! Suspense, suspense, suspense, aaaaand…* “The Doll who Loved me!”

*Plates!*

Yep, that’s the title of my first book: “The Doll who Loved me.” It is about a mentally-tortured incel who buys a sex doll to relieve himself of his loneliness and depression—only to find that the doll is actually haunted, and that’s she’s out for his soul… as well as his dick!

The book cover is this one, which I think is pretty neat:

It is a “working/concept” cover, yes, but I’m confident the final design is either going to remain like this or it will end up pretty similar nonetheless, at least while I’m publishing it independently.

Yes, I am publishing the book myself. No middlemen. No censorships. No headaches of any sort of this kind, at least not yet, not so soon. I will be sending out the books to whatever agent/publisher finds the concept interesting, but I won’t be anchoring myself on this strategy (traditional publishing) nor making it my priority—again, at least not for now. The book is far from 100% finished (will talk about that shortly), and it takes a really long time to get the slightest of responses from traditional media anyway, be the book of “meh” quality or the best thing since sliced garlic bread.

As cliché as it is to say it, my work’s got everything: it’s drama, horror, dark comedy, and yes, it comes with loads and loads of eroticism (call it erotica or outright porn, it doesn’t really matter to me: it’s the kind of ‘good times’ you guys have come to expect from me and my writing, just a little “tamed” for more general audiences).

It is, in short, a black-comedy horror drama with loads of porn and social commentary sprinkled throughout.

I promise it’s good. For real.

It is my first “pro” work, yes, and I think it’s quite impressive for what it is. To say that it’s got all these elements is still selling it too short, I think; the truth is that, as I was writing it, it just felt right for the book to transcend its catchy premise and rather simple storyline: it *is* about an incel being haunted by his sex doll, yes, but it is also about him growing as a person, slowly, as the horror and uniqueness of his situation teaches him about his flaws and helps him, with lots of both soft and harsh love, become a better man.

The story also comes with a pretty deep, yet somewhat opaque lore—a little bit Dark Souls, a little bit “Her” (the Spike Jonze movie with Scarlet Johansson as a sexy operating system). Not only was it super fun to write this detailed, intricate lore, but it also helped me make the world feel more lived in, to keep it intriguing and engaging even through the book’s more “mundane” sequences.

Being the author, yes, I loved (and still love) everything about it. This is not as given as it sounds, for I am incredibly self-critical and rarely ever think that what I do is ever any good. Writing porn was actually one of the few things in life that helped me become a little “less serious” and stuck-up as a writer, freeing my mind and allowing my style to flourish, as well as helping me beat that bitch of a “writer’s block.”

With this book, I feel everything’s different, and that the whole game has changed. Unlike my erotica, which just unashamedly goes all over place, my novel has a single, streamlined plot, clear structure, and carefully planned narrative arcs for all its characters. It’s the typical Three-Act-Structure, Hero-With-a-Thousand-Faces type of story we have all come to love and respect (at least in the West), so it’s definitely way less “permissive” than everything else in my pornographic ouvre so far.

Still, it’s just as engaging. Just as I loved writing my erotica (and many of you loved reading it), I loved writing (and now re-reading and editing) my first draft.

It kind of, like… really rocks! I’m super proud of it, and I hope you will be as engaged by it as I am right now.

Part 3: Release and readership (it’s FREE, baby!)

So, about the release of my work…

The date and further plot details are yet to be announced, but the first book *is* coming up soon, some two months after this announcement at the latest.

The book is going to be released just like my erotica works: in parts, serialized, and for free for everyone who wants to read it. Let me explain…

As much as I think I’m the last ice cream cone in a hot summer day on Miami beach, truth is… I’m kind of a nobody. My branding is ultra-niche, my erotica production pales in comparison to that of other content creators, and my personal finances aren’t as abundant and overflowing either, so that means that, welp, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

I think that the best way to attract first viewers and readers is to simply… put it out there. For free. For all those who are interested. Sure, there will be a bit of fanfare here and a little promotion there, yes, but for the most part it will be me just putting the work out and waiting for the reactions to come.

As first steps go, heck, I think this is by far the best I’ve got, not to mention the simplest.

Read as you go. No subscriptions. No payments. Nothing. Leave a like and a comment at the end of my posts, if you so fancy, but that’s it: no strings attached. If you enjoy it, welcome to the fandom. If you don’t, well, thank you for your time!

No promises made, no hearts broken. Just a swell time on the Webs, that’s all.

Of course, there is a lot I plan to build upon this simple foundation, especially if the work gets traction and is as well received as I think (or at least hope) it will be: the book will be one of the main selling points of my Patreon (more on that below) and, hopefully, a great vehicle to garner more attention, readers, supporters, all that good stuff.

There will also be paid versions. My novel (both in its serial releases and its finished format) will be available on Amazon—though not through Kindle Unlimited. Even at the height of my porn-publishing success, I made only 50% of my Amazon sales on KU. In most markets, the non-KU sales (i.e.: e-book purchases) accounted for about 60-70% of my earnings, so KU turned out to be not that great of a deal as Amazon had advertised.

I’ll be publishing every installment of my book on Amazon as well as every other major digital store available. You wanna read it in your Kindle, Kobo, phone, whatever? You can get it anywhere.

The free versions will go up in every single platform I currently publish on—that is Reddit, Hentai Foundry (it is still a work of erotica, after all), my website, and a few others. More venues might be considered, but I’m already pretty stuffed managing these platforms as is.

And, yeah, the most important thing to note is: because the work is so long and complex, and the current version I have is pretty much “only” it’s very first revision, the final, “finished” version might differ greatly (or not) from all the parts that I had previously published online.

I wish I could just, you know, get the whole damn thing finished and published like a “normal” book, but I’ve got to be real with both you and myself: right now, the book stands at over 700 pages. Yep. That’s over 350,000 words, or 2,000,000 characters (with spaces). To put it into more context, it’s like publishing almost 60 Reddit posts at their absolute max/allowed character count.

Best case scenario, I’ll need another whole year just for the first revision, then probably another six months to a year polishing it further and giving it the finishing touches. This is assuming, of course, that I have the privilege to work on the book full-time, no stops, without gigging or freelancing my way out of poverty. In short: an absolute best-case scenario.

Considering the amount of work, side gigs, and official government paperwork (related to other personal issues) I currently go through day in, day out, the most realistic time-frame for the full book to be finished would be three years.

Yeah. Writing is a pain sometimes. Which leads me to…

Part 4: Finally, my f#cking Patreon (come join the Gigi gang!)

Being kicked out of Amazon has prompted me to speed up a lot of things. As fun as it was making some sweet cash selling smut on Jeffie’s turf, the whole process of publishing through an store—from prepping the content to checking metadata to trying to stick to the guidelines and all that—was very time-consuming and, to be blunt, not really fun at all.

As much of a bummer as it is to lose my income there, especially when I was so close to becoming a full-time smut writer, the freedoms this has afforded me turned out to be quite unexpected—and sweet! Instead of worrying with covers and metadata and all that jizz… I mean, jazz… I will now try and connect directly to my readers. Even the feedback I’ve been getting on my free content has been way more than I was ever expecting.

I’m really grateful for your attention and readership, my beautiful people. You guys rock!

I’ve been doing a lot of back-and-forth with Patreon, just kind of trying to figure out what to do with it. A bunch of you have subscribed to it even though I had nothing to offer, and some of you (rightfully so) were pretty bummed out once you discovered there was nothing inside it.

Well, no longer: after a lot of sweatin’ and tinkerin’, I’m happy to announce my Patreon page, locked and ready!

There are still some little things to be arranged, sure, and you never know what kind of sh#t these platforms can throw at you at any given moment (always a concern for risqué authors like yours truly), but for the time being I’m reasonably secure of what I have to offer.

My current Patron tiers and rewards are as follows:

All my Patreons will get a shout-out on the published formats of my novel, be then the finished version (months or years from now) or the serial releases. I’ll not be adding acknowledgements, though, to my free, public releases (like here on Reddit), because that’d would be both too much of a mess to read and quite a hassle for me to keep track of.

Given the “controversial” nature of my writings, though, of course some of you wouldn’t be comfortable with having your usernames associated with me, so no worries: no acknowledgement shall be given if the subscriber in question doesn’t want to. Conversely, every subscriber who wants to get a shout-out will get one, regardless of their subscription plan.

Of course, all acknowledgements are equal, but some are much more equal than others. Based on the plan you’re paying for, you’ll get a more (or less) detail shout-out, accordingly:

  • For $3/mo supporters, you’ll get a name drop and… well, that’s pretty much it.
  • For $5/mo readers, you’ll get a more dedicated message on my books. DM me on Patreon and let me know what kind of message would appeal to you the most. ❤
  • For $10/mo readers, you’ll get a paragraph (if there are not too many of you) or at least a couple of sentences (if you guys are too many) on my published works, all carefully-written and sweetly-crafted specifically for your tastes.

I’m not stingy in regards to subscription time, duration, or “seniority.” If y’all want to subscribe to a higher plan, say, one month before me publishing a new work or chapter, I see no trouble in that. Of course, longer-term subscribers will get way more attention on my acknowledgements than “last-minute” arrivers, but that is only natural, isn’t it?

Though I pay attention to all my readers and followers, paying or otherwise, those who subscribe to my Patreon will obviously get priority over non-subscribers when it comes to contacting me, giving feedback, and all. It’s not just a matter of rewarding you for your monies, but one of basic time-management; even as is, with my Patreon only now going official, I’m already struggling to keep up with all the messages and requests for commissions, so this subscription tier system will come in handy to help me sort out my priorities.

Subscribers of the $5-plan or higher will also be able to vote on my opinion polls and participate on Patreon-exclusive “chat rooms”—I’m still working on this, yes; if my Patreon gets successful, I’m even thinking on making AMA-style forums for my highest-ranking fans to discuss feedback on my work and plans for future releases.

Then there’s the matter of my entire body of erotica and porn writings, which deserves a chapter of its own.

Part 5: The good stuff—of horny futas, giant dongs, and everything in between

From the basics: subscribers of the $10 plan will get premium access to all the filthy porn I’ve ever written, including those who were deep in my backlog and never ended up published on Amazon in the first place.

For the $5-plan subscribers, you’ll get a handful of my erotica upfront (check out the list below), plus early access to the stories in the series I’m currently publishing for free online (read stories weeks, maybe months ahead everyone else).

Again, just to emphasize, the $10-plan subscribers will get everything from the get-go. Everything. I mean: every-fucking-thing. All my books, past and future; all my erotica, early and late. All the porn books I’ve ever written, including those that I never even came close to publishing; even series that barely got started at all and were dropped before I finished the first few of their stories, they’re all yours to read and enjoy.

There is a ton of content to consume. Here’s a quick preview of everything you’ll be getting, including a word count (thousands of words) per series:

Even when excluding all the stories I’d published on Amazon, there’s still, like, two-to-three years-worth of porn content—assuming I release only a handful every month! That is way more porn than anyone would be able to consume in a lifetime… or, well, maybe I’m just too innocent, I dunno.

Part 6: The future of Gigi Potemkin (“what about NEW porn? I’m still waiting for more sweet-ass futa content, you know!”)

Here’s one thing that, at least for now, is still a little fuzzy on my schedule: all the porn I have listed above is already written and wrapped up. When it comes to writing new smut, though, I’m pretty much on the fence so far.

My future, I believe, lies in novels; “actual, serious” writing, you know. Not only is it more refreshing and rewarding to write these bigger stories, I also think it’s the only path to “profitability” now that my erotica career is over.

I started writing smut both for fun and for improving my English skills. I believe I succeeded on both fronts. As my style improved and my reputation grew, I went on to make some pretty decent cash on Amazon, and this added a whole other layer of incentives for me to continue writing filthier and hotter erotica.

To be very honest (if I weren’t being honest enough, that is), I don’t believe my smut career would have lasted this long without this financial boost. Now that the boost is gone, I pretty much see no reason to continue writing porn. The current (and extensive) backlog of porn will serve as a very convenient and consistent vehicle to advertise my new book and my keep growing my brand. That aside, I just don’t feel that motivated to keep writing new stuff, porn-wise speaking.

This circles back to my Patreon: if it is successful, will it be because of my porn, my novel, or both in equal measures? I don’t know; hence, I’ll keep my options open.

If my Patreon (and other venues) is successful (i.e.: I’m able to support myself just from it), then I’ll listen to my fans and readers: if you want more porn to come out, then more porn will come out. If you want more futa stuff, then I’ll give you more futa stuff—that’s quite important to stress, because I really got a boost in sales after I published my African Futa erotica series, heh, heh.

Buuut… if, let’s say, hypothetically, for the sake of argument, that my novel (The Doll…) is generating all the traffic and most of my income, then I’ll definitely be focusing on the novel and keep porn on the closet.

This is going to be a very, very long publishing schedule, after all: unlike my porn, which is easy to write, review, and read, the novel requires much more muscle behind it; I’ve been proofreading, correcting, and revising its first couple dozens of pages (a hundred or something) for about two months now, and I feel I’m still barely scratching the surface of it all. There’s probably going to be many more revisions and proofreads to come, and that’s not even including the comments, feedback, and reception I get from you, my beautiful.

Give or take, it’s gonna be a year-long, maybe 2-year commitment from beginning to end—from the first chapter I release for free to the full, complete, finished novel on Amazon. For better or worse, I was caught really off-guard by a lot of the stuff I wrote in my first chapters, all the way back in 2018: some of it is really, almost shockingly good, and some of it just just… like… yikes. You barely have an idea of the crazy stuff I’ve been having to fix, polish, refine, and conform these past few months.

Soon, though, you will. Or so I hope.

So, my point is: I’m not sure if I’ll ever write new porn again, or if I’ll be taking requests for specific genres or storylines, but I’m still open to the idea. Writing porn has been (and still is) a very fun activity, so I will definitely not mind writing new, sexy stuff… if I am adequately rewarded for it. >:)

If I ever cross a certain threshold of monthly income that allows me to write full-time and still save some money for the future (in case, you know, disaster strikes), then I am all yours again! I won’t mind keeping you, *cahem*, entertained with brand-new, filthy-hot erotica if that’s what you’re begging for on my Patreon and social media.

With my Patreon polls, you’ll be able to vote on whatever flavor or erotica you want to see next, and our community discussions and chat groups will further add to this relationship.

However, this is something of long-shot for the time being. I’ve barely given the first baby step yet, so only the weeks (or months) ahead will tell how my career and my literature will play out. My gut-feeling tells me everything will coalesce into my novel-writing career, but… let’s see. I can only lay down the bricks and wait for people (hopefully, many of you guys) to travel down the road with me.

My hopes are high, but life, ya know, it has a way of keeping us down, sometimes. As long as you’re down with me in this path, I’ll consider myself a happy and accomplished writer—be it of erotica or whatnot.

Part 7: So, in short… (TLDR of everything!)

Boy! Do I talk, right? I’m sorry if it took me so long to get to the point. Without a lot of prepping and editing, I tend to just go on and on and on…

My novel will much more concise and to-the-point than this update, though. That’s a promise!

Now, if you skipped to this section to avoid all the talking, or if you still have questions about what you’ve just read, here’s a quick recap of everything I said:

  1. I have been banned from Amazon thanks to the contents of my books. There’s no chance I’m coming back. It’s over.
    1. I was getting close to making a full-time income on Amazon, so the banning came as a bit of a bummer and terrible timing.
    1. Because my banning came so much quicker than I’d expected, I’m moving plans forward and finally releasing the project I had been working on for almost three years now: my very first novel, called…
  2. “The Doll who Loved Me.” That’s the name of my first novel, yes.
    1. It’s about an incel being haunted by his sex doll.
    1. It’s over 700 pages-long in its current form and…
    1. It’s going to be published in serial form here and on my other social media, both for free and as part of a subscription plan for…
  3. My Patreon. Yep, that’s the money shot right here: my Patreon is finally finished and you can subscribe to it right now.
    1. Overall, it’s going to support both my erotica and my novel writing;
    1. For my novel (“The Doll who Loved Me”), my Patreon would (ideally) provide stable income for the serial releases, as well as the editing, proofreading, and overall polish and refinement of the work;
    1. For my erotica:
      1. I stopped writing new porn, focusing instead 100% on my novel (The Doll who Loved Me).
        1. I have, however, a supermassive backlog of works, with over 1.5 million words of filthy content—both from books previously released on Amazon and works that never, ever saw the light of day.
      1. Subscribers of my $5/mo plan will get loads of this erotica, as well as early access to all my ongoing (public) releases;
      1. Subscribers of my $10/mo plan will get everything all at once. Everything. No bullshit and no questions asked.
      1. If my Patreon is very successful, and if that’s the general desire of my Patrons, sure, I will go back to writing erotica. If y’all paying, I’m slaying. I’ll dance to the tune of your music, my luvs, like a monkey who’s been dancing her whole life. 😉 ❤
    1. Overall goodies and rewards:
      1. Y’all get credits on my novel, both the finished work and the serial releases, whatever the plan you choose;
      1. You get access to polls, discussion boards, and priority contact with the author (that is, moi);
      1. If anything happens to my any of the social media or online stores (banning, shut-down, stuff like this), you get a cloud backup of my novel and, for the $5 and $10 subscribers, my erotica too.
  4. Thank you so fucking much! Words cannot describe my gratitude for your attention, support, and feedback on all these previous months. Thank you very much, and enjoy everything that I still have to offer!

And that… is… it! If you read it all from the very the beginning until here, congratulations! This is the end of my update! I hope to see you either on my Patreon or my other online venues.

For those who would like to support me with a one-time, no-questions-asked purchase, buy something from me on Amazon.

My novel will be released serially on all major online stores too, so if you want to support me on an occasional, non-recurring basis, you can always hop onto these stores and buy a copy there.

For the time being, this is all I have to say. If you have any questions about anything, you know where to find me:

Sugar, spice, and everything nice,

~ Gigi.

Billionaire Breeder series

[NSFW/+18!] The Billionaire Breeder – Part 4: The Fullest Balls

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The room was a crime scene, one that showed me exactly what was in store for me: hundreds of women passed out, beaten into submission by a virile cock, squirming and trembling on the floor, experiencing massive orgasms even while unconscious. That room alone had about sixty “corpses” floating on hundreds of thousands of gallons of semen, and much more was pouring from the holes in the ceiling. Some bodies were falling along with the semen, building piles of flesh near me, and a few women were literally glued to the ceiling by the virile spunk, staying there, still and unconscious, like little flies on a spider’s web.

I had the biggest ball in the world in my mouth. The man’s powerful testicle was slightly larger than an American football, and I had it all in my mouth, its lower half invading my throat, a ball that was longer and thicker than any penis I had tasted before. My stud smiled to me, sometimes looking around to the destruction he had wrought and taking a deep breath, making his chest swell to even more outrageous proportions. “Isn’t that a nice sight, slut?” He asked, his voice making the room shake. I quivered and came, “biting” his balls, or rather, squeezing it with contractions of my mouth and throat, for not one inch inside of me was left free by that gargantuan organ. “That was a nice quickie to empty my sack.” He kept saying, feeling his ball throb and refill itself in my mouth.

The arrogant stud was flexing the muscles, making his dick jump and hit my head like a baseball bat. That cocky horse! I wish I had only a fraction of his strength to teach him a lesson… but I didn’t! I was just one of those hundreds of sluts he consumed; nothing but a Brazilian bombshell awaiting their same fate: to sleep, passed out on a puddle of spunk, after he had fecundated me with gallons of his jizz.

Despite my agony, I was cumming already. I had never stopped cumming, in fact, since that stallion started punishing cunt after cunt before me, about five hours ago, and I passed out countless times as I saw him tirelessly ravishing over three hundred bodies like the divine stud he was.

Three hundred women feel before me like they were nothing. Half of them were muscular bombshells and sturdy Amazons of incredible muscle mass, stamina, and power! The other half were “classically beautiful and feminine” ladies with tall bodies, thin waists, massive breasts, outrageous asses, and long, well-toned legs that could kick like mares, and they too knew their way around hordes of studs.

None of the girls was inexperienced; none of them was naïve in terms of sex and power; and all of them were destroyed by that stallion like they were literally fucked, penetrated, and jizzed on by an army of Spartan knights.

The man nutted so much and so hard that a single spray from his penis was enough to cover a whole wall of those vast rooms in goo. When his monster cock was firmly lodged in a womb, the female body expanded like a balloon, bursting rocket-jets of jizz through her over-stretched cunt, crying and panting as that male fecundated her a thousand times over in under a second. Then, three hundred and nine other cunts followed. The beast was unstoppable, and even as he was fucking the last few women of that harem, he hadn’t even broken a single bead of sweat.

As the monster stood powerful and hard before me, I knew I was before a god of pure virility. Three hundred and nine bodies floated on about five million gallons of human seed across five floors of that skyscraper, and yet the man looked fresh and ready like I was his very first woman—all of that “quickie,” just like he said, to get his dick warmed up.

I felt the monster on my head as I struggled to know what to do with that gigantic ball inside me. The sensations were too overwhelming, in fact, for me to keep my sense of time and space intact. Fucking hell, that prick! That godforsaken prick! Any size queen like me would kill to have a prick just as ten times smaller than that one, and even the dirtiest of minds wouldn’t conceive genitalia so outrageously, so humongously gigantic!

His prick rest in my head, semi-hard, satiated after all that intense fucking, and it measured thirty-three inches long. It looked minuscule, in fact, compared to how it was when the monster was fucking at nearly full power, yet even in its “tame” shape it was longer than three of the biggest dicks any woman could ever had—and that’s not including its girth, which added another layer of obscene virility to its shape.

The semi-soft cock was so thick two full hands could only barely wrap themselves around its girth. That was a dick so ridiculously thick (and heavy!) that it was easier measuring its width that its actual girth: six full inches in the middle of its body, with seven inches on the widest part of its head. Goddamn it, I felt that beast hitting and whipping my back like it was a living creature! The way it throbbed and moved above me was monstrous, like almost a separate entity from that god’s body.

The veins! Jesus Christ, the veins of that beast! I caressed it with one hand, gushing gallons through my cunt as I climaxed and fell on wind whirl of pleasure simply by touching the hard surface of that veiny monster! To me, the only cock that’s worth worshipping is a veiny one, and that stud had veins to spare in the surface of his monster cock: the roadmap of thick, throbbing veins and pulsating arteries was so large that my fingers barely ever touched the actual meat of the cock itself! Some veins were almost a full inch thick, adding to the obscene girth of that horse member—if “horses,” of course, were twice as endowed and five times as hard and powerful.

The blood! Holy fuck, I could squeeze those veins and they wouldn’t bulge! That’s how hard they were! The blood coursed through them in inhuman speeds; so fast that it would probably flow through the entire body of an average men in three seconds or less! Its speed was such that, if I merely touched one vein with my fingers, I could literally feel the blood cells speeding through the canal, fueling that cock with as much blood as the body of a bull.

My other hand squeezed and fondled the monster’s right testicle, which was growing fatter and heavier with his outrageous piles of jizz. «Holy fucking Christ!» My mind raced. «This bull doesn’t stop making seed!!» You could hear the sloshing sounds of the jizz being pumped into the sack from the other side of them room. If you were like me, touching that god-like testicle, you would feel the fat waves of milk being formed in the surface of the testicle, then running like long, fertile “slugs” along its ducts, which grew fatter as insane amounts of that jizz were produced.

I could feel all of that jizz in my mouth. In fact, I could literally taste it! The monster was so virile that the jizz poured through the skin of his testicle and literally dripped anywhere he stood at; he was a bull so powerful and so ludicrously lush that he literally sweat spunk! I could feel this in my hands, which slowly got stained with jizz, as well as in my mouth, which was desperately stretched by a full egg of that monster.

My stud buckled his hips, hitting my head slightly—“slightly” for him, I mean, because for me even the most delicate of motions felt like a lower hook to my chin! I reveled on that fact that my worshiping was giving him pleasure, and I decided to show him that, though I was no more than a slut to his heart, I was at least the mightiest, sturdiest of sluts he’d ever get to fuck in his life. «Very well, stallion. You have enough cock for a hundred men, but my body is worth two hundred women.» Channeling all my energy to my muscles, I felt my blood boil as I prepared my revenge. «Do you seek pleasure? Very well. I will give you pleasure, my horse!»

With internal contractions of my throat synchronized with expert movements of my lips and suctions of my mouth, I started to “squeeze” and massage that testicle in my mouth. I could make my inner walls vibrate while my muscles “crushed” the cock very gently, very gently, adding lightning bolts of pleasure to the bull’s body. The man grunted and grabbed my hair with both hands. I smiled, knowing I was in the right track. I redoubled my efforts, filling the room with his grunts and taking in my face the full power of his buckling hips. The stud was in heat, and I was adding coal to his fire! Awesome!

Jizz started drooling on my left hand, which so vigorously caressed his right testicle. Fuck! I came a big one when I saw the entire surface of that god-like testicle oozing with sperm! For the love of god, how virile was that bull! Jizz was coming so hard from him that my arm soon got completely covered on it, and the juice loudly splashed on the ground, which itself was a three-feet-deep layer of scorching spunk.

My mind couldn’t process the full extent of his virility while my mouth was completely filled with the same spunk. I could feel the semen production accelerated in his testicles, and within a second I was literally drinking throat-fulls of his spunk, filling my stomach with a gallon of jizz for every gulp, cramming so much seed inside of me that my nostrils twitched, stretched out, then burst with jizz on my face, sneezing spunk sometimes so hard that I covered the man’s muscles with his semen.

That was so! Much! Jizz!! Though I tried to resist and be strong, my belly soon bulged loudly, stretching the clothed I was still wearing. The buttons of my shirt popped and hit the ground like bullets as my stomach kept inflating with the god-awful load of semen, and the monster gave a cocky laughter, taking the jizz from my nose with his fingers and coating my hair with it. “Worthless slut!” Not so “worthless,” in fact, for at every second he stopped and grunted, resisting the immense pleasure he felt with my suctions on his balls. “Mmrm, you worthless Brazilian bimbo! Why don’t you take these cheap clothes you’re wearing and reveal your hot bod to your stud?” The monster taught about taking my clothes and tearing them with a single hand, but he smiled when seeing my belly and waist inflating with his seed. “Don’t worry. They are going to be torn up by themselves.”

Then, to my shock, the monster took one deep breath and roared, making all this muscles bulge and swell so hard my face almost got punched by his mighty abs! His physique was the stuff of legends! The mightiest of bodybuilders couldn’t match even his legs and his arms alone! That man was literally as big and as muscular as the biggest, most muscular breeding bull, and every time he flaunted his power (like he did then), his body turned into hard, indestructible mountain—so fucking solid and rigid he could literally deflect bullets with his musculature alone.

«Fuck!!» My mind was slowly shattered as the events happened way faster than it could process. «This dick… fuck!!» I felt the mighty snake throbbing on my head. «Someone could shoot thick cock at point blank and then bullet would ricochet, like a bar of pure iron!» I was right, but that wasn’t my immediate concern as my mouth and my body were invaded… «god!!»… by the biggest, heaviest load of spunk I’d ever tasted! «Jesus fucking Christ!!»

The man had now just shown off his impeccable physique; he had actually taken direct control of his testicles and commanded them to produce a massive load of five gallons of jizz, all sent through its surface and drowning me in semen!

On my left hand, I felt the semen taking over my arms and pulling it hard to the ground. Words couldn’t describe how heavy that broth was: a “mere” pint of that thing was worth maybe a hundred pounds, and a full gallon of it was well north of six hundred, seven hundred pounds. «God!!» Before that spur, my stomach miraculously held almost three tons of semen—only not bursting because I was the world’s strongest woman (and, now that I realized it, I probably was one of the Universe’s strongest creatures too).

The jizz poured from that naked testicle in droves on the ground, glueing my arm to the puddle of semen while the other ball took over my body like not even ten thousand large cocks could. That was when I felt the invasion of another five gallons of seen inside me, all at once, and my eyes nearly popped from my skull as the pressure inside grew to bone-breaking degrees. «Just let it go, bitch!» A wise voice told me. «Just let it go.»

Indeed, I stopped trying to force myself against that cock, relaxing all my muscles and relieving it from all the pressure, and—oh, god!—the seed that flowed inside me was like the ejection of a thousand horses! Through the skin of that testicle alone, five gallons of seed were added to my throat, hitting my stomach like iron pellets and making it grow like a yoga ball. «Jesus!!» The final buttons of my shirt exploded like bullets, and then my shirt was torn open by the insane bulging of my belly.

But the monster, grunting and smiling, wasn’t yet satisfied; my humiliation should be more complete, more extreme until he could feel satiated. “Do you know I can kill you just with the sperm I ejaculate through my balls?” I heard him taking another deep breath, surely preparing for another set of insane jizz production. “Here’s another little taste of my fertility!” He flexed, and huge veins throbbed around his waist while his dick jumped and crashed on my back, hitting it so hard my fucking brain was pushed against the front of my skull.

I didn’t have any time to think about the pain, in fact, for on that monster testicle I felt another ludicrous, six-gallon load forming. His right ball came first, actually, giving me a visual of what was about to happen in my mouth: a vast, mountainous mass of thick jizz oozing through its pores and filling buckets on the ground. My body was being pulled sideways by all the spunk that covered my left arm and dragged it deeper into a pile of jizz, but any concern I might have had about this was extinguished by the release of spunk from his testicle in my mouth.

For a moment, I thought my skull had burst. Such a tremendous load of jizz burst from his testicle that the monster could easily fill a baby bathtub with it; all of this semen –six gallons of it!—went straight to my stomach, which at that point was as big and stretched as a yoga ball. My body was literally being lifted off the ground by the size of my belly, and there was no way I could fit one more ounce of that sperm in my belly without exploding.

«Let it go.» The same voice repeated, deep in my mind, and I instinctively, almost preternaturally knew what I had to do: with extreme control of all my muscles, I relaxed even my guts and all my organs, allowing that spunk to flow from my belly into my guts, and from my guts all the way down to my rear, where my massive buttocks moved apart as my anus was stretched as wide as two fists.

The jizz burst through my bottom like an open dam. Its flow was so powerful I felt like I had ten horse cocks coming inside of me, with a strength enough to at times send the jizz flying to the other end of the room, like a rocker blast. I passed out at that moment, but woke up a few seconds later with my bull stud crushing my head with his fingers, roaring and whining literally like a stallion, puffing steam through his nostrils as he experienced a unique, unparalleled degree of pleasure in his crotch.

I looked to his right testicle. Fuck! The beast was producing gallons of jizz constantly, letting a large thread of jizz as thick was three arms fall unendingly on the ground. If that testicle was so powerful, then the one in my mouth… «fuck!!» I felt my body invaded, violated. «Jesus fucking Christ!!» Every single second, five to eight gallons of semen passed through my throat all the way down to my anus, being expelled in ever-greater speeds as the stud “came” liberally though the testicle.

“Holy fuck, whore!! Whore!!” He seemed to lose control of his body as his powerful legs moved forward, at the same time kicking the air and positioning him more firmly on the ground. New loads burned in his hips, and I felt my body invaded by such oceans of spunk. Even the continuous outflow of jizz through my anus wasn’t enough to prevent me from over-stretching and nearly bursting.

The jizz was now hosed through my nostrils constantly. It was both funny and arousing to see the muscles of that relentless stallion painted by his own semen coming from my face. I lifted my right arm to his armor-like abs and worshiped them, coating them with spunk and seeing their deep crevices filled with the creamy pasta. Every inch of that god exuded sex!

«Fuck!!» The monster came gallons and more gallons inside me, and the pressure was such that I found myself almost passing out every single second. «Control it! Get a hold of yourself, woman!» I looked like a tigress to that stud, feeling the spunk pile up behind my eyes and almost burst through them like tears. «You fucking bull!! I will give you sucking!!» And then, instead of just fighting back against his orgasms, I invited them into my body, massaging and biting and sucking those mighty balls again, bringing as much of that seed as the bull could produce.

It was even more than anything I could have ever imagined. «Jesus!» My body was seized by another paralyzing barrage of orgasms as I felt his balls constantly full (and actually getting fatter and fuller) as I pumped them. There was just no end in sight for his sperm. «Fucking Christ, you horse!!» My eyes were getting white with semen! «There’s no fucking end… to your virility, is there??» Still, I impressed that stallion by sucking him with all my might, and then even I was startled when I felt his ball sucked deeper and lower inside my throat.

My neck had swollen to eight inches wide, with the balls visibly throbbing and making it even thicker whenever a new load of juices was cummed into my body. Its lower half was so deep in me it was cumming the juices directly inside my stomach, and my waist was no longer muscular or sexy, but rather ridiculously engorged as that testicle tested the limits of my anatomy.

Enough was enough. With a visceral reaction, my body expelled that testicle so hard I was amazed by the speed with which I puked it: in less than two seconds, *blaam!!*, the mighty testicle popped from my lips and slapped against the monster’s iron abs, followed by a gush of semen from my mouth and nose. «Jesus…!!» I thought, but even my mind was shaken by the violent outpouring of juices from my head: a first wave hit the man’s body and splashed all over his lower torso. While this wave was still coming out, a second wave burst from me, adding the splashes to his gigantic chest and shoulders.

I lifted my head up and felt violent pulsations inside. If I had an alien inside me, that would be exactly the feeling of it bursting through my stomach. What burst from me, instead, was another massive wave of semen, hitting the monster straight in the face as he laughed and lifted his two balls with both hands. “My whore ain’t even getting enough milk!” Brutally, the monster lifted his balls over my head and dropped them. *boom!!* Two hundred pounds of testicles hit my head and nearly tore up my spine, pushing me to the ground. *splash!!* My body crashed on the ocean of semen, quivering and twirling as I desperately fought for air.

“Jesus!!” I screamed, and both my tits and cunt came loudly: gallons of lubes were being sprayed from my labia while my fat, full, muscular breasts got covered with veins and hosed threads of milk everywhere. “Fuck!! Fuck!!” More waves of semen cut my words, flying high before crashing down on my face. “Jesus… fuck!!” I wailed on the ground for five whole minutes before my body was empty enough so I could control my limbs all over again. I tried to lift myself on the ground, but damn!, I had eaten so much spunk I felt that even my spirit had been beaten into submission.

I stood on all fours, and every limb of mine was shaking. I tried to stand on my feet, but I failed every time, and the monster simply laughed at my misery as he turned his body side to side, showing off his ridiculous mountains of muscles and over-endowed genitalia. His monster prick was juicier and tastier than it had ever been, so up-close and in reach of my thirsty palms: a thirty-eight-inch pile of pussy-wrecking, cunt-ripping flesh, throbbing hard as the veins seemed to have doubles in size and quantity. “Oh, my…!” I puked more spunk, “fucking god!!”

The monster lifted his penis and dropped it on my face. *SLAP!!* Words cannot describe the force with which that member beat me: my 6’4ft-tall, 300-pound body was pounded on the ground like it was nothing. *SLAP!!* I felt every bone of mine crack and my spine twist as the full force of that gargantuan cock was distributed along my muscles. *SLAP!!* I sank into the ocean of spunk and hit the floor, covered by three feet of male juice.

Then, I felt his powerful hand grabbing my hand and pulling me up. That freaking monster! As I rose in the air, with my body entirely coated in jizz, looking like a filthy cocoon of semen, I saw the endless musculature of that giant, teenage billionaire. His massive, Greek-column-like arm lifted me like a crane, and I really felt like I was gliding over a mountain as I saw slab after piece after mound of muscle in his incredibly tall, perfect physique: 8’6-feet of height and over 5,000 pounds of iron-hard muscles. That eighteen-year-old wasn’t a man! He was the living, breathing embodiment of Zeus!

My body stood above his head, maybe ten feet from my forehead to the ground. The monster swung me a little, smiling like a pervert child doing as he pleased with his ragdoll toy. With his other hand he grabbed his monster cock and pulled it up; the aberrant penis was still soft enough so that it wobbled on his grasp, and even though it wasn’t as hard as it could be, and even though that monster had hands so large my whole head felt like an orange in his palms, the stud couldn’t even wrap his fingers fully around his cock—that’s how unbelievably thick that meat pipe was!

The monster’s smile grew more sadistic as he lifted his dong between my body and his, and then he slapped that meat club against my stomach. *boom!!* Waves of semen burst from my mouth, my nose, and my anus as the blow pressured all the spunk still inside my body. The monster held his cock firmly, squeezing it so tight I could hear its meat being pressurized, feeling immense pleasure on the absolute control he had over my body. “You’re so insignificant you’re not even worthy as a boxing sack.” He told me, seeing my face covered with spunk. “I would have to use my fists for a boxing sack. I can completely fuck you up with just my cock. Watch!” He pulled his cock towards his body, then threw the monster against me again.

My body swung around violently in his arms as the monster didn’t pull up any punches –dick-punches, I mean! Second after second, blow after blow, I felt that cock hitting my whole body, battering my tits until they were squirting milk at every blow, fucking up my torso so hard bruises soon took over it, very visible as the spunk was all splashed away from my skin.

The monster put his cock between my legs, then pulled it up, punching my cunt with its length. *boom!!* Goddamn it! I felt like a man when kicked in the balls, only with the difference that the kick also sent my womb, my lungs, all my organs up, crashing at the top of my ribcage as the stallion moved his cock down again, preparing for another blow.

Then the blow came. And then another. And another. And another and another and another, oh, god!, until my face was hitting his wrist several times, my body jumping up and down so brutally that at points it became a blur in the air. The monster was holding me only by the hair, and there was no better proof of my power and my strength than the fact that, even after a whole minute of beating, not a single thread of my hair had been torn up.

I felt that dick getting even “harder” and “stronger.” Well, with a dick so ludicrously large, it was quite futile saying superlatives like “harder” or “bigger;” when fully soft, that cock was not only “hard,” but already the hardest thing one could ever feel between their legs, so its “harder” states sounded a little bit redundant—though I could feel them very vividly under my cooch; the crashing and the pounding of that titanium rod battering my gushing sex, splashing my lubes all over the room.

“Fuck!!” A scream burst through my mouth just as my eyes were about to pop. The monster got off by making me suffer. Well, it wasn’t exactly me; a powerful stallion like him loved to be reminded of his unapparelled power, his awesome and uncontrollable virility so easily turning any woman into a cum-ridden rag of flesh, so arousal only came when he was imposing such peerless power upon the hundreds of bodies of his sacrificial lovers. He was both an unstoppable force and an unmovable object, and I felt ever more minuscule in his hands, beaten to a pulp by the simplest motions of his dick.

Turning me around, he aimed that dick at my back. The milk exploded through my tits as the cock hit me with abandon, the full force of its impact pushing all my organs to the front of my body. He painted my dark-skinned back with red and purple bruises, hitting me harder every time, pushing my limits until I lifted my hands to his wrist and screamed: “p-p-please!! No more!!” Then the beast, very gentlemanly, dropped his cock, but even that turned into an unwitting blow: when falling, his cock hit my back again, and the mere weight of the thing was enough to throw my body forward and make it swing violently. “Aaarh!!!” A mortal load of orgasms burst from my cunt; the ocean of jizz below was showered by my nectar, which the monster though it was too tantalizing to waste.

“Thirsty.” He lifted my body up and grabbed my buttocks with his hands, crushing my powerful glutes so hard with his effortless touch. Goddamn it! That made me cum even harder! The bruises on my body and throbbing of my sore, beat-up muscles added new layers of pleasure to my already-raging orgasm, and I passed out maybe three of four times as the monster lined up my cunt on his mouth, drinking my lubes and showering himself with them.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his masculine body bathed by my thick, transparent lubes. Fuck, if that didn’t make me cum even harder! I was venting, panting, and sweat was pouring through my pores so hard that it flowed—not dripped; flowed!—down my body like several rivers! As if that torture was not enough, the monster stretched his tongue out of his mouth, and his hot breath alone sent me flying inon another maelstrom of orgasms, so powerful it knocked me out a fourth (or fifth, I dunno) time!

Once his tongue started working out my cunt, I woke up again. “DADDY!!!” I screamed, feeling his touch so hot it was almost criminal! His tongue in my cunt, exploring my depths like no penis ever could, conjured up images of my father in my body, whose massive body and hard, bulging cock I’d always coveted. His pussy-eating skills were so extreme, yeah, they felt almost incestuous—if that makes any sense! The man was so fucking good, so freaking god-like, that my body felt like it was being touched and worked by Satan himself! Unbe-fucking-livable!

“GOD!!!” I called his name and passed out again. I woke up when his tongue pierced through my cervix and started licking my womb directly. The monster had a matchless ability to find erogenous spots even where anatomically it should have been impossible for them to exist; or rather, he created erogenous spots with the ease of a soldier laying mines on a camp, setting them to detonate in the right places, at the right times to bring me to maddening, almost supernatural orgasms!

I woke up again with another massive burst of orgasms triggered by that stud’s tongue—each wave of climaxes contained hundreds of thousands of orgasms all crammed against each other; so many orgasms in a second you could literally give each one of them to a woman on the planet and there would still some couple thousands of orgasms left.

Damn it, if I didn’t come! Whenever I managed to look down at my belly, I saw it bulging with the ferocious movements the man’s tongue performed in my womb. Fuck! It looked like I was giving birth to hundreds of snakes! It really looked, from the outside, that a had a hive of beetles or a colony of slugs battling inside my belly!

I passed out again. When I woke up, the monster had taken his tongue from my pussy, and the motion alone might have explained the intense orgasms I felt at the moment. I saw his massive tongue out of his mouth, dripping with lube and cum, and I climaxed again, so hard that I passed out one more time. The image that was ingrained in my mind was too vivid to be ever forgotten: a twenty-inch-long, five-inch-wide tongue dripping with the gallons of juices it had extracted from my depths. Fucking hell!!

I was on the ground. My back had splashed on the ocean of semen and hit the ground as the monster dropped me. I didn’t know all of that at the time, for I woke up a while later, with the spunk already covering my body as the monster stood on his knees and raised his cock over me. I was 6ft4in-tall and the cock easily covered all my body from hips to head with its daunting shadow. My jaw didn’t even have time to drop before the cock itself was dropped over me, and then it was another wave of pain and pressure with that 400-pound meat monster crushing my body like an industrial machine.

I hugged the member and felt it throbbing. It was like I was hugging a teenager in my arms—but an iron teenager; rather, a Greek column made of titanium, so thick and gigantic my tits kept squirting milk all the time while the cock stood there, spreading them apart like I had a basketball in the middle of my chest. That cock was huge, huge, huge, and only the gods could fathom the intensity and the power with which it was about to penetrate me… any!… time!… now!

“You wanted me to fuck you!” The monster too was suffering under too much pent-up energy, too much repressed orgasms to even speak properly. Pushing his cock all the way down to my legs, he looked at me with blazing eyes, and then violent clouds of steam burst through every pore of his over-muscular back. “Let’s fuck!!”

Without any further ado, even with a hint of hurry in his motion, that god-stud penetrated me, and from then on it was just inches and more inches of horse prick fucking me like a horde of bulls a thousand times over!

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[NSFW/+18!] The Billionaire Breeder – Part 3: Swelling Wombs

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Piles of passed-oud women laid around me; an ocean of titties and asses, all ripe and hard, quivering on the ground after being railed by that god of sex. The teenage stud who had laid waste to their bodies was claiming the ten final women of his harem as I watched from a corner, not knowing what was real and what was my imagination anymore, panting and orgasming as my fingers violently beat my pussy, which by that point was sore and bloodied.

«Jeeesus!!» I felt the tears flowing down my cheeks. My arousal was so great that my chest felt like burning all the time, with my massive, double-G-cup tits getting hard and covered with veins, then expelling pints of thick, creamy milk, like they had been doing for hours on end.

The room trembled. My body jumped on the floor, falling many times back onto the ocean of jizz that covered it. Loads of semen were falling from the many holes on the ceiling, emptying the oceans that man had come on the floor above. By that point, he had fucked those women in five different floors of his building, and he was trying his best to not ruin another floor with those ten final bodies—but it was difficult, for his virility still was too great for that room.

He roared. His penis hammered one busty supermodel while his fingers drove two others over the edge. They were gushing gallons through their cunts, just like me, and also trying to scream, but producing only very faint and high-pitched whimpers, for their throats were beyond ruined, just like mine was.

The monster pushed their hips against each other and lined the three of them side by side, taking his monstrous teenage cock with one hand and ramming it against each cunt in sequence, claiming one by one with his powerful, ferocious movements, really looking like a stallion in heat. “Fuuuck!!” As his muscles throbbed and his back rippled with an obscene display of muscular and vascular power, I slid my fingers much deeper in my cunt and fingered my very cervix, trying to imagine that bull using all that power in my cunt alone.

He had taken those three bodies for five minutes, no more than five minutes, and they already were wrecked beyond recognition. One of the ladies was passed out, and the others were soon to follow as the monster hammered his dick in them one by one and stretched out their entire bodies with his massive penis. Horses couldn’t be compared in size or girth to that bull, and neither could bulls. «I think that elephants might have an endowment as large, but I’m not quite sure,» I thought, diving into another maelstrom of delirium as I saw that monstrous tool plumbing into the depths of those women.

Their wombs were bloated by a cockhead as large as a melon. The monster crammed his prick in them as much as their bodies could take it, which meant pulling their wombs and their cunts up to their throats. At their most stretched, these women had their wombs bulging atop their ribcages, their ovaries clearly drawn on their skins as both their wombs and his cock throbbed in unison. I could see the veins of that monster penis throbbing under their skin! The teenage stud had a cock as thick as a telephone pole, and the veins that powered that monstrous machine could easily fit two thumbs inside of them and still leave space for a bit more.

The monster wasn’t plumbing them delicately either; he was massacring them. At points it took him little over a second to fuck those three beauties with his cock, his hips turning into a steamy blur as he pounded those squirming, quivering sacks of meat with casual disregard. The hundreds of bodies he had left behind were proof of how little each woman individually meant for him; their quivering, panting, trembling, and engorged bodies were mere sacks to hold his seed; cum-dumpters and babies carriers, sex dolls with whom he could breed and fulfill his task as the primary stud of the world.

He fucked us, I guess, with some preternatural sense of having to spread his seed into as many wombs as possible. Not only did he treat us like animals, but he too was a little animal himself, for there was little care, love, or logic in the way he fucked us; he did so with utmost intensity, but also the coldness of a machine. He huffed, puffed, and roared, and his body exhaled massive clouds of steam as his muscles channeled every joule of their power to his thrusting and his pussy-pounding, yet all that was done with a robotic precision, a mechanical control that even the mightiest of beasts would envy.

He was not just the best, rawest, most animalistic lover we had ever seen; he was a perfect human stud, a prime breeder who could not go a day without claiming fifty or more pussies creampie-style. His dick abhorred condoms—and there was no condom that could fit even the tip of that monstrosity anyways! As I fingered my pussy to the point of making it drip blood, and rolled my eyes and realized that all my life, all I had ever planned for, was about to change for good: I was going to carry two, three, six, seven, god-knows-how-many children from that stud without any compensation, and I was going to beg for more once every pregnancy was over.

“Breed me.” I muttered, first softly, then savagely: “BREED ME, GOD!!” Just as I screamed, the monster unloaded his jizz on those three fresh wombs, making me orgasm just with sight of his ridiculous discharge. Those three bellies bulged and grew to five times the width of their women’s waists, stretched-out to a bursting-point by the gallons of seed that were inoculated inside them. I could see the monster cock throbbing as more gallons flowed through it, with the massive balls pumping seed like endless reservoirs of virile power.

I didn’t know where that monster took so much seed from, but I didn’t care. Five whole floors of that building were flooded with about ten Olympic swimming pools of jizz, and the monster was still cumming more! More! “Rooaarr!!” He roared, filling up those three ladies to the brim, them pulling his dick from them as the pressure inside turned fatal (he didn’t want to pop their bodies like balloons, after all). With violent booms, the jizz exploded through their cunts in jets as wide as three whole arms. They were gone, ruined, wrecked, and passed out. The monster was still ejaculating, however, with his powerful loads hitting the ceiling and splashing hard all over the room.

There wasn’t a single inch of that place that hadn’t been covered with his load, yet still the monster was stocked with as much jizz, apparently, as his very first orgasms. «Oh, my fucking god!!» I thought, nearly tearing my pussy up with my violent fingering. Pellets of jizz hit my body and drowned my cunt. I had fecundated myself already with that stallion seed, yet still I wanted those gallons injected straight into my womanhood. «How’s it possible?!» My mind asked, shaking brutally in my mind. «Every time this guy nuts, it’s like he’s got a herd of horses in his balls! » His nut was unbelievable. The spurs of jizz leaving his cumslit were as thick as a forearm! I looked at his balls and came hard. «Fucking hell!!» Those engorged, American-football-sized beasts throbbed twice per second! «It’s like his jizz… is endless!!»

He was eighteen years old! Eighteen! Years! Old! There were guys at his age who couldn’t get a single pussy, let alone come on hundreds of them like a hundred thousand horses! With over seven billion dollars in his bank account, that over-muscular beast was sure to claim every pussy he fancied any time he wanted. It was no shock that he felt so entitled to so many beautiful, fresh wombs at his leisure; he was a walking, breeding god, and gods deserve no less than hundreds of thousands of beautiful acolytes at their service.

The stud turned his orgasming prick to three other ladies, covering in spunk. I laughed as the three gals were drowned under a pile of jizz, and then something else caught my attention: there were bodies falling from the ceiling and splashing on that floor. Their sounds were coarse and gooey, and the splashes covered my body with yet more thick semen. «Jesus! » I looked up and saw many women falling with the cataracts of semen through the holes on the ceiling. Others, however, were literally glued to the surface, like flies cocooned in a spider’s web. I could count at least seven women in that room glued to the ceiling, with other twenty-something glued or nailed to the walls.

There were cracks and torn-up furniture everywhere; when that guy fucked, he broke your body like a jackhammer. No surface resisted his power for too long as his thrust in you so hard a bull would feel intimidated by his power. Walls had female-shaped cracks in them, and in many spots had been torn up completely, leaving tunnels and passages to the other rooms.

The teenager grabbed those three bodies he just covered with jizz and hugged them, making an obscene, triple-layered jizz sandwich as he ate his own spunk and uncovered their faces, licking and kissing them as the penetrated the jizz with his cock and aimed at the ladies’ cunts with careful, measured swirls of his hips. “I will destroy you quickly.” His voice was the deepest, sexiest purr we’ve ever heard. “I need to fuck that Brazilian Amazon.” My heart throbbed as I felt how that man clearly remembered me; better yet, all that fucking seemed to have been just for me, with him getting his dick cocked and loaded for a full treatment of my cunt.

He destroyed those three cunts just as he promised. Their feet were dangling above the floor as the monster fucked them standing, all while not giving a hint of exhaustion or even effort. Those three beautiful, busty, big-assed bombshells were as light as feathers to him, and he fucked them like a rhino would fuck a rabbit: with power beyond anything their bodies could ever comprehend! They were soon screaming, and even sooner silent, for their breaths had been fucked out of their lungs, just like their souls out of their bodies or their brains from their skulls. As they stuck their tongues out and rolled their eyes up, the giant hammered them faster than the human eye could see, sending his cock up to her throats through her cunts and turning their organs and insides into a gooey soup.

I watched his cock closely. Extreme arousal, you see, can almost give a person superpowers; at the moment, I could perceive time in slow-motion, and with that privilege I managed to catch every detail of his insane pounding.

His cock was still not hard! I mean, yeah, it was hard, and clearly it was the hardest thing they had ever felt between their legs; harder than a Greek column; literally harder and fuller than a bar of pure titanium, yet still… it wasn’t his hardest! There was still some “wobbliness” to that cock that betrayed its state of imperfect arousal! The man had fucked through over three hundred and two women, yet his hardness never grew much greater than that one. Was that a property of his cock? Maybe a necessary curse for having a cock so large? Even horses didn’t have enough muscle mass to sustain an endowment so ridiculously large, so I wouldn’t be surprised if the stud actually wasn’t able to grow any harder than that.

Poor thing! He had been doing hundreds of women while feeling soft! His cock measured forty-eight inches (with eight or eight-and-a-half inches of width) yet still that wasn’t hard enough for him! It must have been agonizing, indeed, having so much power and never be able to go full throttle with it! For a moment—a very brief moment indeed—a pitied that stud, but whatever compassion I felt was undone by his relentless, frankly brutal treatment of those cunts. He fucked them so hard it seemed his dick had multiplied into three, fucking the trio simultaneously while, one by one, they all passed out, and the monster felt safe to unload his prodigious gallons inside their wombs, turning them into mommas of his offspring.

“Rooaarr!!” Every time that stud displayed his ridiculous virility, I came through my cunt and tits. My nipples too were sore after squirting so many gallons of milk, but any other woman’s would be too if they ever saw such a stallion cumming so hard… and so much! «Jesus fucking Christ! » I shot gallons through my cunt as the monster unloaded in one womb, then in another, then in the final one, leaving three ladies as stretched as giant balloons, with yoga balls in their bellies, right before he threw them on the ground and came swimming pools worth of semen over them.

The pile of jizz grew wider and taller, reaching as high as the man’s 8ft6in-feet when he turned his prick around and aimed at the four remaining women. “Aahh!!” They screamed, but they too were already too weak to do anything else; their legs were limp and their arms were sore; too much fingering and too much spunk spanking their bodies had left them just as wrecked as an athlete having completed the Iron Man three times in a row.

“Now,” the monster said, with his voice thunderous as the bowels of the earth, his eyes glazing with the fires of hell, “you!” He kept unloading those ridiculous piles of jizz, making me cum so damn hard I passed out for a few seconds. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a monstrous 10ft-high hill of spunk covering the women, whose washed-up bodies the monster pulled from the jizz and lifted up to his shoulders. One, two, three, four nearly passed out, fuck-drunk gals lifted off in the air by this amazing stud, two on each of his arms, then hugged against his body just like the previous three.

His dick would still be cumming if he let it, but the monster had briefly “closed the tap” to line up those four women on his rod. He turned around just a bit, showing me his profile, wanting me to see him knock out (and knock up) those four ladies with his virility. He looked at me and smiled. The cocky bastard knew no will on a woman’s mind would ever come close to resisting him! I was his completely, absolutely, and he could be as arrogant as he wanted, as insufferable as a man could ever be, and still all I would do was lay down in my back and spread my legs on a full split, begging for the privilege of having his seed in my womb.

“Fuck me, daddy!” He was ten years my junior, but fuck it, he was a stud like no grown-up man could ever be. “Breed me, please!” Just to torture me, he pounded those four cunts very slowly, withholding his orgasm for as long as he could, stretching out the time until I was delirious with lust, screaming at the top of my lungs: “fuck me!! Make me your slave!! I don’t fucking care!!” I squeezed my neck with one hand. “Put a leash on me and walk me around in public like I am your personal sex doll!! I don’t fucking care!! Just please, stallion, please, pleeease: stud me!! Breed me!! Knock me up with your fucking…!!”

Just as my pleas became truly desperate, the stallion hammered his cock at full speed on those four cunts, and the myriad of orgasms they were already experienced paled in comparison with the insane barrage he inundated them with; his faster-than-lightning cock hammering them and coring them like no man (or beast) would; his elephant-dong knocking their chins with their wombs, turning their insides into jelly as he studded them with god-like speed, strength, and stamina.

Once again, I was seeing four cocks instead of one, like the monster managed to fuck those four pussies at the same time. The pounding went on for what felt like an excruciating eternity: ten more minutes of pussy battering while the stud roared and laughed, knowing his power over women to be supreme. “Do you want my fucking seed?!” He growled, and the four passed-out ladies, even in their unconscious stated, managed to nod violently as they were hammered by trains in their cunts. “Very well!!”

All the discharge the beast was holding back for over ten minutes was suddenly released, and his balls roared like stallions as they could finally unload all the obscene, excess spunk that made them look three times bigger than usual. A whole tank of semen invaded each of the women, whose bodies were stretched full in under a second each. Every time I blinked, boom!, one more woman had been turned into a living, breathing balloon of flesh and cum, and the monster dropped them one by one as he felt they had serviced his cock well enough.

The four ladies, of course, weren’t enough to completely drain his balls from jizz. At that point, I figured, nothing on Earth was! He was a superhuman stallion, a divine machine of cum, and if he wanted to breed with literally every single woman on the planet, he could start cumming on the first one and, by the time he reached the last one, he’d still be shooting his very first load! This was the power of his virility! Nothing on Earth could be foolish enough to challenge him! He was a supreme stud, a god of sex, and those three hundred and nine cunts spread all over five floors and millions of gallons of jizz were nothing but an appetizer to him.

The beast roared and made his muscles ripple as the final loads coursed through his prick. Clouds of steam burst at high-pressure from his pores, his insane musculature consuming more energy than a locomotive as the stallion climaxed on his own virility. The power that his testicles so effortlessly churned out was enough to make him flex his muscles and kiss them. His arrogance and self-love were completely justified, of course, for only a being as massive and hard as him could fecundate hundreds of women like they were nothing.

Nothing was too cheesy or cocky for that monstrous bastard. He was a god, and as a god he could do as he pleased without any reprimand. When he turned to me, his dick was somewhat soft, oozing gallons of cum while his balls still throbbed like two giant hears, finally “dried” back to their regular size.

His jizz was as thick as semi-hard cement, and the entire room was covered under three-feet-deep layers of it. For the monster, however, none of that mattered: he casually strolled on the jizz, making his way to me while consuming me with those ravenous eyes and throbbing muscles. I came some fifteen times—multiple orgasms, in fact, each of these times—during his short walk towards me, growing mad before the mere sight of his muscles, his armor-like sheet of virility, the thick, throbbing veins that covered his entire body even when his muscles were soft.

The god got his penis close to my head, then he pushed his helmet against my forehead, still walking while his monstrous dong slid over my face. Cum smeared my head and dripped all over my body. Jesus Christ! I was actually being bathed on his spunk! So much of it without the monster even cumming, and then the beast pulled my head against his crotch, cramming my face in his jizz-ridden sack. «Oh, my god!!» My mind was shattered, and I came madly with the all-consuming sensations that infected me.

I could feel his jizz. Every single sperm cell of his potent broth, I could feel them all swimming and swirling inside his powerful sack. I lifted my head to his balls and squeezed them. I was a 6’4ft-tall, 300-pound muscle Amazon, and still those mighty balls dwarfed my very powerful hands. I squeezed them and felt their hardness; his balls could be literally made of steel and they wouldn’t be any heavier than that! I worshiped that god’s sack with my tongue, sucking its thick skin while feeling the spunk ooze through it.

The throbbing! Those monster balls were throbbing so powerfully they hit my head and made it hurt every single second. That was power! Full power! A bull wouldn’t have balls nearly as huge or round or potent as those! I was licking and worshiping the balls of a stallion, and nothing in the world could stop me from cumming so hard.

I grabbed the top of that sack with my hands, but the hands alone were not nearly enough. I embraced them with my whole arms, and still my long, muscular limbs didn’t feel enough next to that engorged, steel-hard scrotum. The monster generously spaced out his legs, squatting a little so I could have enough space to hug his sack against my face. My hands touched his buttocks; they were full power and might, just as I would expect a perfect stallion like him to have. Obviously, a cock so massive couldn’t be powered by anything weaker; his glutes were round machines of thrusting perfection, each thrice as big as my head, their fibers rippling and vibrating unendingly, always ready to pierce through a mountain with the slightest effort.

Power! Power! Power! Every inch of that muscular beast was power! I grabbed my hands on the other end of the sack and crushed it! My bosom, my chest, and my arms all worked in tandem to crush that muscular sack like I was doing a boulder. No joke: the pressure I applied to that monster balls was literally enough to turn stone into pebbles. The monster, however, merely grunted. He lifted his head like he was feeling the utmost of pleasure, and through the sack I saw a huge pellet of cum form.

My breasts were spread out by the sides of that scrotum. Fuck! I felt like a had a wagon in the middle of my cleavage! The cock added tremendous weight to my head, easily cracking any lesser skull than mine. The beast weighed 400 pounds of dick, and I felt its sheer massiveness by lifting up my head and licking all its infinitely veiny, endlessly hard surface. Goddamn it, that cock was so filthy with spunk! That more I licked it and slurped on it, the more spunk I seemed to be taking from it. The beast was mostly soft, throbbing while making a downward arc over my head, yet still it measured over thirty-three inches of length and delicious six inches of width!

That cock’s girth was bigger than the second biggest penis on Earth by dozens of inches! My cunt unloaded gallons on the man’s legs, all my insides being turned to orgasmic lubes as the flames of pure arousal consumed me. With that sack between by arms, I crushed it even harder, and the spunk oozed through its surface, falling down like honey between my legs. My jets of lubes crashed against the divine spunk, but were finally tamed and conquered by it as a gallon pile of juice covered my hips.

I came! Fuck me, god, how hard I came, and I used all the power and the strength of my orgasms to crush that sack even harder, even more brutally, literally biting his dick and feeling my teeth crack under its iron surface. Pints of semen were constantly oozing through the surface of that almighty dick—a thousand times more semen through his sweat than even a regular potent stud could come in a fucking year! “How…?!” My mouth asked in between gargles, whenever the piles of semen gave my face some breathing space. “How are you so virile?!”

Compliments really got that giant going. A massive being of his size clearly basked on whatever praise he could get—all the nicest, most aggressive expletives of the world weren’t enough, indeed, for a beast so huge and powerful. The monster flexed his muscles, and in his upper body I saw a wall of virility being formed: fourteen muscles on his abs! Chest as wide as an airstrip! Shoulders so massive one could literally lay on them like bed and still have ample space for the feet! Arms as huge as Greek columns, bulging with veins as thick as thumbs and as hard as iron. Male, muscular perfection!

“Can’t you taste my seed?” I clearly could! Pints of it entered my mouth and made my throat bloat as I swallowed them loudly into my stomach. The beast roared and puffed steam over body, burning me a little. “Can’t you taste the perfect semen a produce? In my sack you see the result of a hundred thousand years of human evolution, all culminating in the perfect organism, the perfect breeder… me!” The entire room rumbled as he stretched out his arms and flexed them, making his muscles throb from the waist up and his massive penis jump over my body, literally hitting and whipping my back as it came down. “I am a fucking god! I was slaying pussy before kids my age even learned how to spell! I’ve fucked every gorgeous woman I’ve seen, and I’m still growing!” He flexed again, and his balls punched my face with their ferocious throbbing. “I’ve fucked over two million women in my short life. That’s too little.” The god licked his biceps with his god-forsaken tongue, able to reach not just his elbow, but his fucking wrist with that limb! “By the end of my 50s, I would have fucked all the three hundred million gorgeous bitches there are in the world. I will reshape humanity with my genes, and it will be perfect.” He flexed his muscles again, making the room quake. “Mankind will be redesigned and perfected by my sperm, and all women can look forward to a generation of perfectly masculine gods like me everywhere!” He looked down at me, seeing my eyes almost fully roll back into my mind, the orgasms so many that my body stood almost completely still, frozen under thousands of micro-vibrations in every nerve, every second! “This is my power, slut. This is the power with which I will knock you up!”

I fell back on the ground, completely seized by orgasms, but the monster grabbed the back of my head on the last second, pulling me back into to his cock, cramming my face against his balls. “How about getting a real taste of my semen, huh?” He smiled. “Straight from the source?” I couldn’t imagine what he meant by that, but I instinctively got ready for a blowjob. The bodies of dozens of passed out women around me seemed almost like a casual decoration for the room, but also a reminder of the extreme power that bull possessed.

How wrecked would I be after a mere blowjob on that beast? I reflexively prepared for the worst, yet still that monster cock was not what my mouth got; it was his balls. “Watch them, my precious.” He pushed my face against his left testicle, which was bigger than my entire freaking head. “I want this whole ball inside your mouth.”

My eyes almost popped out of my skull! Somehow, that seemed a fate far worse that gobbling up his cock! His ball was literally the size of an American football, and it was getting bigger just as it refilled itself with semen! Before I could even look up and plead with him, the monster snuck his penis-like fingers inside my lips and spread them open, stretching my jaw as much as it could be stretched, the slightly breaking it and allowing its bones to magically reconstruct, upping the size of my bite to nearly inhuman proportions—those were, in a nutshell, the paranormal powers that he carried in his body!

The monster grunted and puffed, and vast clouds of steam hit my face as he smiled and said: “good girl. Now, feed on my egg.” He lifted his left ball with his right hand while his right arm was wrapped around my back. I couldn’t help but to close my eyes and pant, ready to received that monster ball in my lips. The thing then came, much bigger than even I expected, its lower tip pushing my jaw to its new limits, cracking my bones and making my bite even bigger.

I ate a third of that egg, and still my head was too small for it! The monster kept pushing the beast with his hand, adding inch after until I was panting, sweating, and tapping on his body in despair. On its longest extent, that testicle was easily over ten inches! The mere realization of its size made me freeze and suffer under another barrage of orgasms. «Holy fucking shit!!» The remains of my mind despaired. «This monster egg is literally longer than almost every single penis on Earth!» Not to mention its width: at its “fattest,” right in the middle, the testicle was six-inches and half! The monster’s balls were literally fatter than his cock when soft! «Jesus…!!» I came. «Fucking…!!» I came again. «Christ! » You could hear all the juices sloshing through my cunt, hitting the ground hard as I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming, about a hundred thousand orgasms hitting me in about a hundredth fraction of a second.

I was cumming so hard I passed out—just to be awaken a second later by my orgasms. The climax was too hard for me to resist awake and too intense for me to sleep through them. If that monster was around during the World Wards, the Geneva conventions would have included his cock as a torture method and weapon of mass destruction! It was inconceivable for a single girl to experience so many orgasms and not lose her mind and her sense of self completely; thankfully, for him, I was one of the strongest girls around, and clearly as tough and hot as about a hundred of those other bitches combined.

As he looked down to my orgasming body, he calmly assessed my strength. “You’re one of a kind, did you know that? Well, of course you did.” He caressed my cheek while my eyes were almost entirely white—if my eyeballs rolled up any higher, they would be piercing my fucking brain! “With so many muscles and such flexibility, you always knew you were the best lay in the life of whatever guy you chose.” He pushed his ball deeper, making me eat a whole half of it! “Very well, monster girl. Time to meet your match.” He pushed his ball again. Its lower tip pierced my throat as the mass continued to enter my mouth, stretching out my entire face, breaking and reconstructing my fucking skull just so it could accommodate it. Disgusting snort burst through my nose as my eyes squirted tears into his body. The pressure inside me was beyond insane! “Oh, who am I kidding?” The monster smiled. “You’re not my match. You can’t ever hope to be. The most you can aspire to is withstanding my full power for a few hours.” He shook his dick above my face, making it slap like a sledgehammer on my back. “I will give you my full attention, the full loving, thrusting power of my cock in your body, and if you’re really the strongest woman on Earth, you’re gonna take every second of it for hours… until I have completely drained my balls in your whore body.” He pushed his ball with just two fingers, adding three quarters of the damn orb in me. “I’ve already knocked up three hundred and nine ladies. We’re standing on a pool of four hundred thousand gallons of my jizz just on this floor.” Another push. Two more inches of the ball went inside me, with its lower half almost completely piercing my throat, making me shiver in both an orgasmic and agonizing state that was just too intense for me to describe. «You’ve already got a pretty good head start. Now…» another cruel push, «let’s see how well you can take my semen, starting by this single ball.» He pushed the ball again. The whole thing entered my mouth. «Pump it.» He commanded. «Suck this ball with your throat like you were sucking a dick. Extract the semen from my skin like you were drinking my dick like a straw. Suck it!» He grabbed my head with both his hands, which could easily squash it like a lemon. “Suck my testicle and see how many gallons you can get out of it. Okay?” I wasn’t in any state to reply. “Alright.” The arrogant stud smiled. “Three, two, one… go!”

Despite all my pain, despite all my agony, and despite my skull being about to burst at any moment, I couldn’t help but to instinctively obey and… suck that testicle for all its worth! The gallons of semen were heard sloshing down my throat and splashing inside my stomach. My belly bulged as my throat gained strength and pumped that egg with more vigor.

The challenge was on!

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