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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“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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