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!!»
Gigi Potemkin 