A 925-pound supermale with zero per cent fat on his mountain-hard, 7.7ft-tall body, plus more testosterone in a few pints of blood than in three hundred males combined, and a dick thicker than a human biceps!
‘Ooorrhh!!’
The god smelled that nymph like a beast tasting its prey.
‘Good whore… Im’ma tear you up!’
‘Ooorrhh!!’
Brruum, brrruum!! He spread each leg open with his feet, her pussy totally exposed and defenseless.
He was going to fecund her… so powerfully… she should kneel, kiss the ground, and thank all the gods if she survived his onslaught!
«Hera, Hera! My goddess!» She prayed. «Make me survive this… oorrhh!!! This beast of a god!!»
Pargasus positioned his helmet at her entrance. The male roared and puffed at each passing second, feeling the immense pressure of his titanic balls move pints and more pints of spunk inside his genitals.
‘Oh, Pargasus… gorgeous… gorgeous!’ She gave tiny kisses on his absurdly masculine face.
Pargasus had just turned eighteen, yet he had the same sexual expertise as Earth’s top two hundred studs combined.
The super-god gave her a cocky smile. «This bitch doesn’t have the slightest idea of what I’m gonna do to her!»
But that couple wouldn’t be fucking alone:
‘Pargasus… oohh, Pargasus!’ For dozens of other girls dragged themselves to them, all relentlessly beautiful and hard, none older than twenty-four, and averaging twenty years of age.
‘Stay where you are!’ Pargasus demanded. ‘I’m gonna fuck this one first, so watch and see what I’m about to do to your bodies!’
‘Oooh…!!’
Pargasus ran his gaze on all those nymphs, one by one. Though Zeus had been fucking since morning, some fifty-eight women remained untouched by his prick, waiting for the first stud brave enough to claim them.
Fifty-eight hotties needing lots of love and the power of a good dick —which Pargasus would give them in spades!
«Zeus…!»
The supreme god fucked his whores right there, on the bed close to him. The noises of his coitus dominated the entire room.
Indeed, there wasn’t a single inch of the place not impregnated by the Zeus’s scent and power as he fucked five women relentlessly that very instant.
‘Oooorh!! Aaaarh!! Aaaaah!!!’ His whores squealed and writhed and moaned!
‘Zeeeus! Zeeeus!! Zeeeeus!!’
The noises of their faraway orgasms were too distracting: bluuuursh!! Their pussies ejaculated all over Zeus’s body.
Gallons! Gallons and gallons and gallons of female nectar fell from the mega-god’s body as he simply fucked those nymphs with minimal movement from his muscles.
Pargasus hardened his expression, staring at that divine bacchanal: a girl was impaled by the god’s prick, and another one came on his fingers.
One was mounted on his right biceps, riding it as if it was a horse, and other two of them were sat on his abs, rubbing their pussies on his twelve —twelve!— abdominal muscles.
The five girls were cumming together for over five minutes straight —five minutes, nothing less, of uninterrupted orgasms, which the god would prolong until he became sufficiently bored of them —or until, of course, any of the chicks fainted.
Zeus looked to the boy, giving him an arrogant smirk. «Alright, young man!» He thought. «Want to compete? Then I will mop this floor with your face!»
And he twirled his hips, crushing all the thirty-plus erogenous spots of the woman in his prick, who suddenly shut up and came, came, came, and came…
Blooorsh, bloooorsh, bloooorsh…!!
‘Aaaaheee!!’
…and came and came and came…!
Gigi Potemkin 