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[NSFW/+18!] The African College Futa – Part 5

We were staggered as we stood before the gates of her estate. The hills which led up to her house, no, her mansion were green and sprawling, a fitting setting for the arena where she conquered so many hearts and bodies.

Veronica, standing beside me, couldn’t get her act together as the Uber left us there. “No, wait!” She gestured to the car, but the driver didn’t see her. “Heather, can you pinch me, please? Are you really seeing what I’m seeing?”

Hell yeah, I was, and I was biting my lower lip with so much envy. “This can’t be true.” My fists roared as I tightened my grip. “She must be renting this fucking place!”

As the gates opened before us, we heard her sexy, thunderous voice rumbling from the speaker: “you came in an Uber? Too bad.” She sounded so mocking! “It’s gonna be a long walk to here. I wish you could save all your energy but, tsc, I’m all alone here, so I can’t order one of the cars to you.” We looked at each other, wondering just how much wealth she concealed in that property. “Just follow the trail. You’ll get here eventually.”

It took us ten minutes—ten freaking minutes!—to walk all the way up to her modern, Silicon Valley-style mansion at the top of those breathtaking hills. Not that the activity was any pain for us, honestly—it was actually refreshing—but the vastness of her estate really got to our nerves before we’d even had a chance to see her. It was like fighting a mosquito with an atomic bomb! She had no sense of fairness whatsoever!

As we walked, we pondered just how could a woman like her be possible. “Is she some kinda of African heir of something? She came from Nigeria, right? Well, that country has a lot of princes.”

“What are you even saying.” I tried to smile as I looked to Veronica. She had come a long way since we were discharged from the college hospital. For three whole days we did nothing but to train, train, and train, abstaining from sex and even masturbation, eating only the best of foods and injecting ourselves with enough supplements to tune up our bodies to near superhuman levels.

As we strolled up those mighty hills, no one could say the training hadn’t yielded results. Veronica was at least fifty pounds heavier than usual, with two or three inches added to her already-impressive 6-feet-1-inch of height. Her tits made coarse, bubbly noises as they bounced so heavily, like huge, dense metal objects being dragged on an iron floor. Her ass was atomic, a supersonic rear capable of cracking boulders if she sat on them, and her legs… oh, god! I was losing my cool just by looking at those long, divinely-sculpted legs, both delicate and powerful, the steel-hard legs anyone would expect from an Amazonian princess.

Her long, platinum blond hair swung on her back, its tips grazing the immense bulge of her buttocks in her tight jeans. “You’re delicious today.”

Looking at me, she flexed her guns. “After so much train- Oh god!” She jumped back, startled, and I smiled as I saw her sleeve being torn apart by her swelling biceps. Once she got past her initial scare, she chuckled, then she flexed both her biceps. “You see this? This shirt was lose at the start of the weekend, and now…” She roared. The cloth was torn in several different places, the bulging of her six-, near eight-pack abs testing the strength of her shirt in her belly. “I’m fucking shredded! Bet I can even kick your ass if I wanted to!”

I looked at her with dead seriousness, and then our walk briefly stopped as I turned to her and reminded her of who exactly she was talking to. Words did not left my mouth. They weren’t needed. Eyes alone could see the foolishness of her remarks, and I gifted hers with the unparalleled superiority of my physique, walking closely towards her as I flexed, grunted, and swelled.

Every piece of my clothes began to shred, the noises like the cracking of thick, dry branches, and then I held my hands together in front of my belly, ready to give her just a taste of my overall power. With barely half an inhale, I hardened my entire physique: my shoulders bulged like two walls besides my neck, which itself became thicker than the leg of a man, and the veins became visible even under the thickest parts of my clothing. The cloth was torn and shredded as my abs obtained inhuman hardness, and the area on my cleavage was completely ripped open by the swelling of my breasts. In a single hold of my breath, I kept expanding, with my head getting higher and higher as my body grew bulkier and bulger.

“Mmm!!” I tried to keep my cool, but the energy inside me was like a volcano or a little sun, enough to give birth to another universe if I so chose to. “Grrr!!!” Huffing and puffing, I began to groan and roar as this energy was converted into sheer muscular power. My usual 6-feet-4-inches of height turned to 6-feet-5, then 6-feet-6, then eventually… “Jesus!” Veronica stepped back. “Fucking!” Again, she stepped back. “Christ!!” I rose to 6-feet-7-inches before my sleeves were completely torn open, pieces of rag falling from my arms as my muscles continued to expand and grown and bloat.

If Veronica was the princess of all Amazons, I was the fucking goddess. There was no way even her hardest training could have surpassed mine in those past four days of agonizing celibacy. We had trained apart, making a conscious choice not to even see each other, for Lord knows how much longer we’d be able to stay celibate after seeing each other’s increasingly muscular, increasingly sexier physiques. The abstinence helped create a mystique around us, as well as to hide from her the true nature of my power—and how incomparably greater than her I had become. “Do you want power?” I took another breath. “This is power!!”

My shirt literally exploded! It was a mess, yet it was so satisfying. Veronica stood still as pieces of cloth whipped her body, one long strap even covering her eyes. Once she took it away, her jaw dropped as she saw me growing like the Hulk, my muscles bulging around the remaining pieces of cloth, the straps and strands tearing up and stretching out noisily. My legs were as huge as tree trunks, and my ass was so titanic as for each buttock literally weight more than a multiple cannon balls. I was at the height of human power, and my effortless flex still kept breaking new record at every second.

Veronica kept stepping back, her lightning-fast heart beats audible to my super sensitive ears. “What the f-!” She covered her mouth as she saw me grow to near seven feet of height. My growth would look even faster and scarier if the ground wasn’t actually sinking beneath my feet! I was grunted and puffed, I looked down and noticed to depressed areas around my feet, my weight increasing so much the hills themselves weren’t able to support me. Awesome. “Fuck!” Taking another breath, I finally began to feel a pang of effort in all that delirious flexing. “How would you like your goddess to reach seven feet, huh?” I looked at her, pieces of cloth still dangling in my body. “I know you dream of it. Witness the power of a true goddess of muscles, the strongest woman on Earth!” I roared. “The warrior who’s gonna fucking destroy that African cunt!” Then I roared even harder. In a last ditch of power, I puffed out steam through my nose, and my body sprouted the final inches, reaching the seven feet mark while having added fifty extra pounds of muscle just in that last few seconds.

Hot steam was coming out of my mouth as I relaxed my muscles and contemplated myself in my heightened, muscular glory. My relaxed muscles were bigger and harder than any professional male bodybuilder would be when performing in the stage. Raising my head, I saw Veronica struggling to unbutton her jeans skirt, her arousal so great her fingers were fumbling over her hips. “No.” My voice came out stronger, making the leaves of the trees behind me swirl. “Don’t touch yourself.” I pointed up in the hills, to the mansion of that worthless bitch. “Her! We have to use all our power to defeat her!”

Judging by the way Veronica panted and trembled, she no longer saw me as her friend, but as her literal goddess. “Heather!!” She fell on her knees, her eyes tearing up, and the ground caved a little around her. “With a body like this, you won’t need my help!”

I liked that. It made me confident, not to mention horny, but deep inside I still harbored some insecurities. Raising my right arm and making its biceps grow, I wondered what kind of woman could really surpass me. «That’s it. That bitch was only bluffing.» I flexed my other arm, literally hearing each of my muscle fibers expand and grow. «She may be a mighty, horny muscle woman on her own right, and she mighty have actually massacred us both in our usual selves, but now…» I felt my abs singing! «Now… I’m no longer my usual self! I’m not a human. I’m a goddess!» The strands of cloth kept falling and snapping from my body as my muscles throbbed and hardened. «And now this angry goddess is up to slay!»

To the delight of my companion, I lifted Veronica off the ground and laid her on my shoulder, caring her uphill as my steps made coarse sounds on the sinking ground. “Heather! You’re so strong!” She cooed and squealed, fumbling my back with her eager hands. “Holy fucking hell! Look at these!” Her fingers waddled through the endless valleys and crevices of my iron musculature. “It’s like this shit’s made of steel! You… you…!!” Her legs shuttered. She was cumming. “Ooh!!” I heard the juices piling between her legs, drenching her panties, filling it up. She wasn’t exactly squirting, but she was close to it. “You’re impossible, Heather!” She kissed my shoulders deliriously. “You’re the strongest woman ever. Ooh!”

I twirled her body around my shoulders, like an acrobatic trick, and settled her in my arms. Her eyes were swirling around, dizzy, as her face turned to mine. I leaned forward. You could feel the force pulling our lips together, like a magnet. We kissed. I never stopped walking, carrying her like a feather, yet time seemed to stop as we shared that long, romantic kiss. Our mouths did bid farewell to one another until I was standing by the door of her massive house, staring at it dumbfounded as my friend returned to the ground. Soon, we were both equally speechless.

“Heather…”

“I know.” I held her hand. We squeezed each other’s palms. “I’m angry too.”

We kissed one more time. To our shock, then, the door opened. Our breaths were taken away, this time for real: I felt my insides swelling and screaming for oxygen, my body trembling and desperate to run away, as my eyes fell over that gorgeous creature standing inside the palace. “Well, hi.” She greeted us, her lioness voice making our ears rumble. “I see you dared start without me.”

Before we could say I word, before I could even open my mouth to affront her, that beast of a woman pulled us both inside. We almost tripped over our feet and fall flat on the ground as we entered. The powerful African closed the door, her arms rumbling under her over-stretched sleeves as she performed the motion. The smooth, gray doors seemed to be made of something very heavy, stone carved out of mountains, as their closing made the entire palace tremble.

What a palace it was. We were being attacked on all senses as we looked around the place, startled, flabbergasted by its immensity. “Jesus…!” The place was minimalistic, almost crystal-like, with the walls made out of light-colored stone and the ceilings made of, if not glass, something shiny and transparent. There were two big ponds in front of us, with rivers of clear water trailing the walls into the depths of that palace, and smooth waterfalls sliding down said walls to refill them. Everywhere we looked, we were affronted with a kind of grandness and luxury only billionaires and Arab kings could afford—and the Queen of such palace, walking loud and hard behind us, knew very well the effect her possessions had on her subjects.

“It’s a neat, cozy place.” She said, her voice reverbing inside of us. We stood uneasily before her, trying to feign a strength that was no longer there. “I fuck all my lays here.”

Fuck, she was straight. As straight as only kings and emperors could be. Her eyes and mine soon met, recognizing ourselves as each other’s biggest challenges. While I was stiff and weird, trying to feign a strength that no longer was there, she was graceful and calm, knowing full well the fight was won before it even started.

Then, she made a little bow, and we both looked at each other, wondering just what the hell she was planning. “I’m afraid it might not be big or strong enough for you two.” As she stood upright again, her eyes had a different, demonic gleam to them. “You’re fine. The first fine people I met in this country.” She cracked her knuckles. We saw her biceps bulge. “I will have a lot of fun fucking your bodies.”

I stepped forward. “You worthless cunt!”

“Oh.”

Despite my strong words and my aggressive pose, my fists were trembling. Little by little, more parts of my body joined them in their shaking: my arms, my voice, my breast… I could barely hide my fear as that monster bought my challenge and gave one step closer to me. «Holy shit!!» The distance between us had blinded me for her true height; even ten feet apart from each other, that massive transfer student was noticeably taller than me. «How tall is she?!»

Her grim! Fuck! The smugness in it was driving me craz- “I’m seven feet and three inches, for your information.”

Our jaws dropped. “W-what?”

She stepped closer again. Nine feet separated us. Still, it looked (and felt) she was breathing down on my neck. Her power was overwhelming! The aura emanating for her body distorted the space around it, creating a dizzy vortex along her silhouette. As our bodies warmed up, with a special boiling focused on our pelvises, her grim became wider and cockier. “Fuck you, you white, blond whore.” Her voice never lost it smoothness. Her tone was peaceful and calm. “I know what you are thinking, so I’m giving you the answer.” Her body appeared to swell as she flexed her muscles involuntarily, her dark, silky clothes stretching under such atomic power. She had nukes for biceps and planets for breasts. It was like an elemental, universal creature approaching us, and with each rumbling of her breath I felt myself smaller and shorter, more and more insignificant.

“I’m usually six feet nine, but I knew you wouldn’t come here unprepared.” Her eyes were like lasers upon our bodies. God! She was almost undressing us with her gaze! My body, which was already partially revealed, became completely naked as she took another step and the entire house, I swear, quaked with her step. “You’re hard. I can see your bodies are in peak condition. Oh, it’s wonderful, isn’t it?” She raised her arms. Our hearts stopped. “The power that courses in the veins of our muscular bodies! The most beautiful thing is a woman’s body, a lady silhouette covered with layers and layers of muscles.” She flexed her right arm. Not even that, really: she just moved her fist a little and her sleeves… *streeetch!* Both of them were torn in the middle, revealing the breathtaking bulge of her light-brown biceps, complete with the thickest, biggest vein we’d ever seen in such a muscle! “The power to tear a man in half with our bare hands… to make them scream, learn their proper place…” She lowered her arms, looking much wider than she did before. Every inch of her clothes was on the brink, the leather and silk of her elaborate model trembling under the powerful rumble of her musculature. “The power to pound their anuses with our fingers like they were horse cocks… or to make ladies squirt rivers with a single finger… like this one.” She lifted the index finger of her right hand to me, then curled it. The entire sleeve of her right arm exploded, leaving straps to fall slowly on the ground. *gulp!* Upon seeing her, I felt my feet standing on nothing. Pure void. The simple motion seemed to excite every fiber of her titanic arm, which was much bulkier and harder than mine.

The goddess tore off the remaining straps from her arm and gave its muscles a long look. “Oops.” She turned to us. “You know how it is. Sometimes, we just can’t hold back our power, can we?” She giggled, and we both stepped back as we felt a very malicious aura coming from her. “What’s the matter? You’re not afraid of me, are you?” She stepped forward. The entire place trembled, and a crack appeared under her foot. “You spent the whole week training, growing hard and massive like you are now, and I don’t doubt you’ve reached the pinnacle of physical perfection you white, Western chicks can get.” Another step. We heard the hardening of her muscles like truck tires beings stretched. “That’s why I trained too. I didn’t want you bitches to come here looking taller than I was. That’s why I’m over seven feet now. Once I’m done with you,” another step. Steam was coming out of her mouth and nose, “I would have grown past eight feet. I will have probably added another thousand pounds or two to my muscles, even though I won’t need to used them all.” She winked. “Trust me, dears, you won’t want me to. This vast summer palace you see here will already be completely leveled by me going 3% on your asses.” She chuckled. “God knows what would happen if I went full-power on you. Dear!” Her eyes! Pure tiger look. “Only time I went over 5%, I destroyed a whole city back in Africa, leaving a trail of bodies in my wake. Four hundred of the mightiest warriors in my continent laid destroyed, fuck-drunk, unconscious in my trail of spunk, their asses stretched and their bellies bulging with all the seed I’d gushed inside them. I took their wives and bred them too. You see,” her teeth shimmered, “I really care about breeding, even though I’m still fairly young, barely a month over eighteen.” Our hearts sank. She…! “You!!” Her knuckles were cracked. The shockwaves echoed in our hearts. “Taking your white, Western wombs will be one of the biggest delights in my life. I just hope you’re worth it. Not just ‘all show,’ you see. God knows how disappointed I am in many of you white chicks. You little, infertile wombs just can’t compare to our African gods dicks.”

“B-b-but…” Veronica still didn’t get it. Points, though, for being the first to speak: “but you’re a woman, aren’t y-?”

She shut up as I lifted my warm in front of her. No need wasting time with words. If anything, her long speech only betrayed insecurity—or so I told myself. If there was a time to attack, that time was…

*BOOOM!!* Now! Our bodies collided in a loud, earthquake-inducing thud, and her feet were dragged on the floor as I pushed her with all my might, meeting in her the resistance of a mountain. Our mouths were embroiled in a violent kiss. I plunged into her, my tongue reaching as deep as her throat, and my arms went around her waist to give her a bear hug, which further increased the pressure tearing up her clothes. Veronica stayed behind us, just watching, the moisture in her crotch so great a huge stain was showing in her shorts. Soon, drops of aroused nectar began to drip on the ground, with her legs quickly quivering as I pushed that African bitch further and further back.

«You’re arrogant whore!!» I tried to be mad at her, but quickly I discovered that I was in love. Love! The taste of that mouth was something I had never imagined! I felt like a wild animal fucking at the heights of lust, her tongue and her palate like cocaine to my senses, my nose being electrified by her aggressive, animalistic scent, my hands burning as they fumbled her back and counted, one by one, her countless muscles.

Power! I was tasting power in my mouth, with saliva squirting from the sides of our lips while I relentlessly kissed her. Her tongue remained passive, contemplative at the bottom of her mouth, just taking my onslaught of love without even a sketch of counter-attack. My legs climbed over her thighs, and soon I climbed on that woman like a sloth on a tree. My tongue pierced her harder and harder, swirling in her hot, wet mouth, my lips smacking over her, with the saliva now oozing into our chins and dripping into out bottoms.

The goddess was pushed far back into the door, placing her palms on its surface and then smiling, even giggling as I kept attacking her. I shook my hips over her abs, thrusting on her like a man would her cunt, but that was a bad call, a terrible one, for her overblown abs struck my pussy and my clit under my jeans, leading me to moan inside her mouth. “Oow!!” Our kiss was almost broken, but I wouldn’t recede, no, I wouldn’t give up so easily, not before sucking the cocky grim out of those fat, hard, luscious lips forever.

“Y-you’re so… hot!!” Veronica unbuttoned her shorts and knelt behind us. Her hands plunged into her panties. Four fingers stimulated her insides, trying to drill away the heat that was cooking her from the inside. “OOOH!!” Her forehead fell on the floor, the pleasure taking her in tsunami-like waves, and soon squishes were heard as the squirts left her cunt in stronger and stronger jets. “I c-can’t…!!” Poor little blonde was crying! “I can’t with you too!!”

Worthless weakling! She was on her knees before even trying to beat her! I wouldn’t be this weak! No! I promised myself I would have that goddess on her knees before even ceding to her an inch of my body. Her hands and arms stayed back, pressed against the door, as I thrust my tongue time and time again into her throat, penetrating it like a penis, showing her the fullness of my member. «How do you like that tongue, you African whore?» Inch after inch after inch, I unfurled my tongue inside her. A fat penis would feel so hard and thick inside her. When the tip of my serpentine member passed through her vocal cords, the goddess opened her eyes and looked down to me, her face finally changing from an expression of calm smugness to delighted surprise. Still, I kept unveiling my tongue, sucking her stomach all the way up from her mouth, and gradually I felt her arms quivering, her hands clutching on the door, as if her the pleasure was slowly switching off her self-control and taking over her nerves, forcing her to attack.

Yet the mighty goddess stood her ground, spreading her legs and lifting her hands above her head, her mighty biceps rumbling like Harley-Davison engines, and then crossing her fingers behind her head, which she rested on her palms while casting down on me a smug look. She wore a judging expression in her face, instead of her usual arrogant one. «Come on.» Her eyes ordered me with these exact words: «show me what you got.»

Feeling intense pressure on my chest, my tits swelled, my lungs burned, and my tongue unraveled deeper and deeper inside her throat, no longer a human tongue, but a monstrous one, like a succubus, throbbing and stimulating all her nerves in every direction, reaching for the absolute impossible… until it was made possible! With a gasp from my nostrils, I felt something… incredible!… in the tip of my tongue. «My god!» The tight constraints of her throat had disappeared. In their place, a warm, heated openness, like my tongue had just ventured into a new environment. «Her stomach!» With my fat, python tongue overfilling her mouth and stretching her jaw, I felt its very tip twirling inside her stomach. Giving it a gentle curl, I felt the mucous walls of her organ, and then my hairs spiked as I realized… «shit! I’m licking this bitch’s belly!» I kept striking it with my member, not in an aggressive manner, but instead as lovingly as I could make it, seeing if the bitch would finally surrender or at least concede to my superiority.

Brief twitches of her fingers and the glimmer of surprise in her eyes was the most I got. All in all, the bitch remained the same, smiling wider even, like a tutor who sees a student perform just as expected. To my shock and horror, after our kiss had gone on for over five unbroken minutes, it was I who began to feel a growing tiredness in all my muscles, with the insane length of my tongue cramping and hurting, and every muscle in my chest throbbing in heat waves as I stretched it full. «No! No!!» I told myself, reaching out even deeper in her stomach. «I shall not surrender so easily! I shall not faulter! I shall conquer and destroy!!» The way I was going, my tongue would soon bathe on her acid. Who knows! I might as well have pierced her guts, if my courage and valor were great enough.

I would conquer! I would dominate! I was the superior woman, damnit! So why?! Didn’t she?! Fall?? «Goddamn it!» Minutes passed. Veronica passed out at least twice under so many orgasms. Her shorts had been torn into at least four pieces as her fingers massacred her pussy, drawing a lake of cum from the depths of her womanhood. As she recovered her consciousness and looked up to us, dragging her chin on the floor and trying to keep her eyebrows raised, she howled and sweated like she’d just completed the Iron Man challenge three times in a row: “y-you… you two are monsters!!” She could see the bulge of my tongue on the African whore’s belly, as well as its length throbbing all the way from her stomach to out mouth. “Jesus!! You…” More squirts came out of her and stole her breath. “GAAH!!” Her eyes nearly popped out. “You two have been going for fifteen minutes!! JESUS!!” The squirts were followed by jolts of pleasure that made her entire body squirm on the floor. “Jesus, stop!! You’re making me cum so much already!”

Selfish weakly bitch! As if our fight had anything to do with her worthless ass anymore. My eyes and that bitch’s met as I opened them, finally, after a very long time. She had been looking to me all the time, apparently, since I’d pierced her stomach. My sight was blurry thanks to the tears. Soon, they came flowing down, running on my cheeks, dripping on her bosom as I painfully gasped for air.

The cramps on my tongue and chest became too hard to ignore. In an act of desperation, I took my hands from her neck and raised them to her hair, grabbing and pulling it so hard my sleeves exploded out of my arms—whatever rags remained on them, at least. My muscular back was fully exposed as my shoulders widened and my biceps swelled, and during the kiss I roared inside her mouth, pulling her hair with great strength, feeling little resistance in her neck, and her head turning up accordingly. Her eyes were still open, though, and barely blinking. That bitch was mocking me and all my efforts.

«You fucking whore!!» I stimulated her insides with pumps and throbs of my tongue, controlling that long, inhuman muscle like no person ever could. I was no longer a mere human, you see—both metaphorically and literally, with my physiology morphing so as to match that equally inhuman bitch—, yet still my superstrength seemed unable to match hers, my tongue only getting stronger and more severe cramps as I tried to ruin her!

The bitch was smiling and giggling when she felt the cramping twizzling of my tongue and heard my yelps of pain. Not only was my tongue cramping, but so were all my chest and back muscles. Soon, the cramp was visible through the painful waves of contractions of my muscle fibers, rippling all the way down to my mighty buttocks, which made my jeans explode and revealed themselves in all their circular, swollen glory.

“Jesus Christ!!” The view of my perfect rear struck Veronica with yet more countless orgasms. My white, tanned skin was beyond perfect. One could see oneself like a mirror in the glistening skin of my massive ass, each buttock so hard and smooth it looked like white gold perfectly polished. My buttocks rose and jumped as the jeans kept being torn up from my upper thighs down to my calves, the massive, monstrous thickness of their muscles tearing the cloth as easily as toilet paper.

I couldn’t hear the screams of my friend nor the squishes of her pussy, though, for the pain inside of me had outgrown all the pleasure I took from that fight. Tears were rolling down my eyes as I still persisted on that kiss, feeling my tongue being sliced off from inside out, every nerved being dynamited, and the cramps in my breast getting so hard I felt like my lungs were being compressed like in the abyssal depths of the ocean. «Resist!» Still, I kissed her! «I gotta resist! Ooh!!» My mind started blanking as the pain grew beyond comprehension. It was like needles were being introduced on every inch of my body. I felt like I was crying out blood, and the goddess too realized my intense pain.

In a few swift motions, she grabbed my hair and pulled my head away. Such was her ease that her biceps barely shivered with that act; whereas my muscles literally tore off my clothes with their expansion, hers remained idle and cool, too bored by that action like I didn’t even exist.

My tongue slid off her throat like a measuring tape. It was amazing! I felt its quivering tip leave her stomach and pass through the many inches of her insides in less than a second, returning to mouth in a whiplash so strong it pushed my head back. *Snap!* For a moment, I thought I had torn open a hole in the back of my skull with that overly aggressive motion. The air came rushing back a second later, with my lungs cooling off and all the main magically disappearing.

“Shoosh, shoosh, my love.” She placed her huge hand on the back of my head and pushed me closer to her, laying my head in her hard, powerful shoulders. “Shh, shh. You’ve fought so well! It’s amazing to see how you can almost kiss me without standing at the tip of your toes, or how you can grow your tongue to the depths of my very stomach.” With her next action, she showed me how utterly vulnerable, even worthless I truly was: she pulled my head back and, though I tried to resist it, I felt my neck almost snapping if I persisted on that struggle. She looked at me with a hungry smile, and just when I tried to move away… *boom!!* I gasped! God! I felt I was going to puke my guts out! She embraced me! Taking her other arm from the wall, she wrapped it around my waist, then squeezed me like toothpaste.

Her grim was nothing short of demonic. The heat within her body increased by many dozens of degrees. She was burning! The heat in a single organ enough to cook any normal human being alive! Sliding her tongue on my neck, she laid the following whispers on my ear: “my turn.”


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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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[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!] 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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[NSFW/+18!] Battle of the Amazons – Part 1: Princess of the Amazons

Diane stood in the middle of the great pantheon, surrounded by hundreds of her beloved sisters, awaiting their judgement. Though her position was somewhat humiliating—her wrists tied by her own Lasso of Honesty—she had the tranquility of the gods on her side. It was wonderful, in fact, to stand near so many beautiful women. Diane was, above anything, a free spirit who reveled in the beauty of whatever person she saw, be them male or female, and those hundreds of ladies were the finest female specimens the whole world had to offer.

«I can’t say I’m not aroused by this.» The powerful princess thought, crossing her legs and squeezing her pussy with her phenomenal thighs. The arousal was not one-sided, though: those hundreds of women—powerful warriors of her race of Amazons—couldn’t help but to be hugely attracted by the beautiful demigoddess standing before them. She was the mightiest of their kind, and though they should have been angered by the transgressions committed, they couldn’t help but to fall deeper in love every time they looked at her.

Diane was the daughter of Zeus, and it showed. The Amazon’s staggering height of 7’5 feet was complemented by an impeccable body forged in iron. Though she had never worked out to be so buff and muscular, her genes inevitably made her a goddess of muscles: every time she moved, her body trembled loudly with her muscles rippling under her skin. Her legs were like two Greek columns made of steel, thick and potent limbs that could kick like a mare, and her hips were immensely wide thanks to the humongous rear they supported.

Her ass was perfect. No more accurate description can be given to it: perfect! They were almost pure muscles: perfectly round glutes so hard they almost stood upright even when relaxed.

The goddess turned around, making those beauties jump and loudly flex, and many gasps came from the Amazons, who felt uneasy even when they were, each of them, the sexiest, fittest superwomen on the planet.

«Who do these whores think they are to judge me? Me?» The goddess flexed her arms, feeling the pressure and resistance of her lasso in her hips. Her biceps bulged loudly, making the sound of a thick tire being stretched to its limits, and then she relaxed those guns, picking the many gasps and faint moans coming from the audience. «They are aroused by my sight.» Turning her ears, she could even detect the dripping of the excessive moisture from many pairs of legs. «Who am I kidding? I am aroused by myself too!»

The Amazon spread her legs, drawing more admiring gasps from the audience as her marvelous thighs flexed and rippled. Thin threads of thick, transparent nectar dripped from her vagina, which was tightly pressed by the red-and-blue spandex of her uniform. The gooey threads flowed down her legs, forming two small patches of creamy goo between her feet.

The goddess smiled, looking defiantly to the many sisters who were supposed to judge her. Flexing her arms again, she tested their resilience, flaunting her obscenely shredded arms. «God, I’m so perfect!» The goddess delighted on her superior genes, flexing her abs and feeling her uniform cave into her body. Every muscle in her was perfectly highlighted by her tight spandex, which happened to make her even more arousing than if she were outright naked.

Her biceps swelled, and many veins spread all over it, feeding her muscular guns with gallons of blood. She could feel the power flowing in her veins, throbbing loudly in her arteries as she took deeper breaths and channeled more energy into her abs. Her breasts, however, throbbed before she could even pop the ten magnificent muscles of her belly. «Goddamn!!» She felt on fire, with her breasts testing the strength of her uniform.

Her nipples were so hard they flashed though the cloth. That uniform was designed specifically to prevent incidents such as these, but its designer probably didn’t take into account the power and hardness of an Amazon goddess. Even when Diane stood perfectly still, her breasts were wobbling and bouncing on their own. «It’s the milk,» she pondered, shaking her chest just a little, feeling the sloshing of the thick liquid inside her bosom.

Her mammalian glands were full. Really full! She always felt an intense pressure in those breasts, but almost always managed to get by. Almost. The situation only grew uncomfortable in the heat of a battle, and it wasn’t uncommon for the goddess to be punched in the stomach and unwittingly squirt gallons of milk in an enemy’s face.

“Isn’t there anything I can do about this?” She had asked one of those very same sisters one day, when she was still in good standing with the Amazons. The sister she sook help with was a massive, dark-skinned beauty who nonetheless could barely speak straight when seeing (and touching!) Diane’s exposed breasts. Still, she did her best to remain professional.

“Diane, look at you.” She pointed to the goddess’s body. “You’re leagues ahead anything anyone of us could ever ask for.” She bowed before her princess, humbled and infatuated. “My goddess, you are a thousand times more woman than we’re ever going to be. Your massive bosom, also lush and full of milk, is a blessing you will need to get used to.” Diane couldn’t help but to catch her friend’s desirous biting of her lips. “You’re the absolute female. The perfect woman. I’m am all but honored to serve you…” Her words almost dissipated in the air, “and get the honor of seeing your full, mm, beauty so up-close.”

Diane had her torso completely naked to that friend, and a tight skirt and two bracelets were her only uniform for that check-up. Her massive legs were crossed, which made them look ever more obscene then they were when separated. Diane saw how her friend’s eyes wandered between her tits and her abs, then her abs and her legs all the time, never knowing where to focus. All of her was just too irresistible for even that big, experienced Amazon to keep her cool.

The princess put her arms on the stone bed she was sitting and leaned back gently. The ten powerful muscles of her abs rippled like leather straps, and the friend audibly shivered as she saw them get much more ripped, bloated, and prominent than her own had ever been. “My g-goddess,” she looked up to the princess with a little bit of despair. “Why do you show off like that.”

Diane was legitimately puzzled. “Show off? What do you mean?” She looked down and made an effort to see her belly, but she couldn’t manage it; her massive bosom stood in the way. “Am I being immodest?”

The older Amazon no longer knew what was fun and what was flirtation. “You know you are, my queen.” Still, seeing the honestly confused expression of her princess, the Amazon continued: “even though you know you are beautiful, you have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

Diane gave a perky smile. “I have some idea.” Then flexed her abs harder, and for the first time the other Amazon almost lost control of her body, whimpering loudly, putting both hands on the bed, and almost falling over the princess with the desire to lick her and eat her pussy raw.

“By Zeus!!” Diane shouted. “Do I look this good?”

She couldn’t see it, but her abs had swelled to an absolute muscular perfection: ten throbbing, bulging muscles so insanely toned that a new pair was almost showing near her hips. Some thick veins had covered her belly, throbbing as faint layers of steam rose from her skin.

Her Amazon admirer had her tongue out when she almost fell over the princess. The sight of those perfect muscles aroused her particularly hard, for she was the one in charge of training the girls to their maximum physical prowess.

“My queen…!” She bit her lips, almost as if trying to restrain her raging attraction. Diane saw her muscles throbbing and her skin sweating. From her pussy, she could hear the juices sloshing, then splashing into her thighs as their dripped on the floor and flowed down her legs like rivers of pure arousal. The Amazon’s arms too were bulging, and though they were thinner and less veiny than Diane’s own guns, they were still absolute muscular marvels she craved to lick and run her tongue all over!

The older Amazon got a better hold on herself and looked the princess in the eyes. “How many times a week to you exercise, my lady?”

“Exercise?” The princess lazily stretched on the bed, making the display of muscles and veins grow even more obscene. “You mean, pull weights and throw darts like you do?”

“Y-y-yes.” All she could see at the moment were the princess giant, almost rock-hard breasts. “T-that’s right.”

“Oh, oh!” Diane stretched again. “Three times a week, I guess.” She yawned, making her biceps grow and throb so lively before her admirer. “A few hours a day, if that’s what you mean.” She gave her a feline, sensuous smile. “I don’t do a lot of exercise, to be honest. It bores me out of my mind!”

“Fucking…!” The older Amazon bit her tongue, squinting her eyes so as to restrain the growing fire in her loins.

Diane was worried: “are you alright?”

Her friend could barely get her answer out: “yes, yes, princess, I am, but… god!… damn it!!” When she looked up again, her eyes were tearing up! “You are so! Fucking! Perfect!”

The demigoddess stretched on the stone bed again, just compounding the insanity of muscles that so dazzled her admirer. “Oh, please!” Even when she least realized, she made one of her biceps throb so big and hard that it literally slapped her in the face! “I guess I am beautiful, but I’m not that…”

“Oh, shut up!!” The older Amazon covered her own mouth in terror, trying to gauge her princess’s reaction. Diane was amused, and finally realizing just how immense was her sexual attraction. “Do I really look this good? Good enough that I make you speak so disrespectfully to your queen and goddess?” Her friend nodded, and then Diane completely forgot about the ailments that had brought her to that place.

Instead, she wanted to gauge how intense was her control over her friend. «I’ve had many women before.» She pondered, knowing very well how excellent a lover she could be. «Many hard, delicious bodies under my own, quivering and shouting under my touch.» The screams and the jets of lube in her face were the absolute proof of her mastery in lovemaking. «I know I am attractive, but am I really attractive to make her—the Head Instructress of Amazons!—fall for me?»

The Head Instructress of Themyscira sure was a catch. Of all women in the islands, only her and the Queen of Amazons could be compared to Diane in height and muscle mass—the Queen was undeniably the bigger woman, standing at 7’8 feet and flaunting over 600 pounds of unbelievably hard, bulging muscles. Of all women in the world, in fact, the Amazon Queen was the only one able to give Diane a good beating—even many years later, as she was about to be judged.

The Head Instructress was much less intimidating, but still a force to be feared if ever angered. At 7’3 feet, the tall hulking warrior was a real tank of a woman. Though shorter than Diane, she was considerably bulkier, sporting nearly 525 pounds of muscle versus the princess’ more “modest” 500 pounds. This was translated into her thicker, “brickier” silhouette, which didn’t by any means make her any less of an attractive woman. To Diane, in fact, she was the paramount of female beauty.

The princess tried to control her own arousal as she saw the Instructress fawning so clearly over her. The massive woman was wider and thicker than she was, built as hard as a mountain, though still lady-like in her proportions: her waist a thin and her ass was massive. Her breasts, though somewhat smaller than Diane’s, were still such round, perfect muscle-bound knockers that the bustiest of mortals would feel inadequate standing next to.

They two were luscious, fertile beasts: Diane could hear the milk shaking inside them, and it was almost as copious as the milk she held on her own knockers. «This bitch! She talks as if I was cursed with big breasts, but her own also look like always one squeeze away from gushing gallons!» She lowered her head and licked her lips, signaling her obvious attraction for the Instructress.

The woman was wider than Diane in almost every aspect: thicker legs, bigger ass, more solid muscles, and an eight-pack that was just as big as Diane’s ten-pack, each muscle covering a much larger area of her belly. Her shoulders were a true spectacle; wide and sturdy walls any woman (or man) could quickly rely on. The Instructress was such a paramount of virility that she could literally take arrows to her body, only for the projectiles to shatter in contact with her muscles.

Her bulging arms were scary! Beautiful, of course, and not “monstrous” or “freakish” by any stretch of the definition, by they were clearly arms that could wrestle a raging bull to the ground. Diane vividly remembered the instances when that Instructress, showing off her prowess to her students and the Queen herself, tamed two wild stallions by literally bear-hugging their throats and body-slamming then both like paper bags.

She had literally flipped bears and cracked the skulls of lions with nothing but those mighty arms. In fact, in all the fights and displays of power she had ever done, not a single beast had managed to land a blow anywhere close to her torso or abs. Once the assailant was in reach of her arms, *boom!*, one punch and it was game over!

Only the Queen stood firmly over that mare, having wrestled her into submission a few times in front of other elite Amazons, teaching the woman her proper place in Themyscira. Still, the Queen herself admitted that “as I get old, this bitch only gets stronger!” Therefore, the Queen of the Amazons obsessed with training every single day to keep her muscles sharp and her senses sharper, always trying to maintain the edge over her fearsome rival. “One day she might actually beat me, and when this day comes, I will be hard-pressed to justify my crown!”

All of that intimidated Diane a little, but the Princess of the Amazons knew very well her place in the sexual and physical pantheon of the island—and her place was, even as early as her eighteen years of age, at the very top! Everyone knew it was just a matter of months, if not days, for the daughter of Zeus to take her rightful place as Queen of the Amazons. It was inevitable! The only incognito question was when the fateful battle between her and the Queen would finally happen, after which she would take—peacefully or not—the crown from her matriarch’s head.

This gave Diane a sense of confidence unparalleled in any Amazon. Women always had the biological curse of being “a little shy, a little weaker, a little more vulnerable” than their male pears, but the Amazons (for the most part) escaped that curse, and Diane escaped it completely: she was as cocky as any Alpha male, and in matters of love and sex she always enjoyed taking the dominant role—be it on a date or on a violent wrestling match.

The young Amazon thus looked temptingly to her superior, who was all but unravelling completely next to the youth’s beauty. How long had the Instructress been coveting her body? How hard had her attraction grown between her hips, and how hot burned the flames of a passion she never had the opportunity to consummate… until that day? The princess would find out.

“What part of my body attracts you the most?” She asked, and before the Instructress could even look up to her again, the princess flexed her entire body, making her musculature beam before the woman’s eyes.

The bed cracked, and at first Diane thought it was her muscles that had damaged her stone. As she looked to her sides, however, she saw the Instructress’s hands cracking the edges of the bed, turning it to dust under her mighty grip. Her own muscles were swelling and hardening, with veins popping in her forehead as she could barely withstand the divine sight of her princess’s body.

“D-Diane!” She looked to her goddess, who was smiling back at her.

“Don’t be shy.” Diane uncrossed her legs, striking the instructress with the heat of her cunt. She raised her leg besides the Instructress’s body, feeling her massive, scary muscles on her foot. “You know… I’ve always been attracted to your body.” The Instructress gulped as Diane foot-massaged her massive glutes. “Your ass… by Zeus, you are a thick woman!” Her eyes glistered with sincere admiration. “These legs belong to mares, not to humans!”

The Instructress gained more confidence, as shown by the sensual rumbling of her muscles. She took her hands off the table and stood upright, letting dust and pebbles fall from her wrists. “I am nothing compared to you, my princess, but I…” A cocky smiled was drawn in her lips. “Well, I do take care of myself.” She struck a pose with her body, displaying to Diane her massive, tree-trunk-like arms. “Do you like my muscles, princess? Are they well-trained and hard enough for a woman in my position?”

Diane spread her legs and flexed her abs. The Amazon’s body seemed to have been hit with the bursts of power emanating from the princess, for she vacillated and stepped back a little, her poise and her focus all but broken. “Don’t you run away, Head Instructress, or try to avoid my question: I asked…” She flexed her muscles again, breasts bouncing as her physique rippled and bulged, “which part of my body is more appetizing to you?” Her eyes wandered on the Amazon’s thick bod. “Oh, I love your hips, and all that comes with them.” She loudly licked her lips. “Your thighs and your ass, so hard and ripe!” Her gaze was like a predator’s. “I always wondered what was like feeling those powerful slabs of meat on my hands… and my lips… and my tongue.”

She stuck her tongue out and slowly, oh, very slowly licked her upper lip. Her red, hot tongue highlighted the fullness of her lip, making it glisten with her saliva before she caressed her lower lip, very carefully massaging her meat before the Amazon’s thirsty eyes. She could feel her friend’s arousal by her coarse, rumbling breath; it was like the breath of a bull in heat, ready to charge at a fertile mate. Diane would be scared shitless of that woman, indeed, if she didn’t know she could very well hold her ground against her.

The Instructress cleared her throat and spread her legs and arms apart, in a pose very similar to her infamous fighting stances. “My princess,” she said, “this is a useless question. There is no part I covet more than any other in your body.” Both mighty women looked at each other in silence, soon broken by the Amazon’s deeper, silkier voice: “all of you is equally attractive. All of you… is deeply arousing.” Her hands glided near her own hips for an instant, briefly betraying her all-consuming desire. “Your abs. Your arms. The muscles of your back. The powerful slabs of your shoulders. Your mighty legs, your outstanding rear, your ripped, hard cunt, and your face worthy of Aphrodite.” He bowed very slightly, as if the gesture was her duty. “Everything in you is equally supreme, and to choose one would be to insult the others.”

Diane smiled, knowing there was a lot of truth in her words. “You are a charmer, Head Instructress.” The princess kept her arms half-flexed, feeling the veins slowly climbing over her biceps. “But I’m afraid I’m not all that when compared to our mighty Queen, right?” She stared deeply at the Instructress, who looked at her with candor. “Right?”

The Amazon closed her eyes, pondered for a while, and then replied: “our Queen truly is something else, but she’s also something quite bad that you’ll gladly take a long time to become.”

The princess was puzzled. “What?”

The Amazon smirked. “Old.”

Diane laughed, becoming a little bit vulnerable, which prompted the Instructress to do the unthinkable.

*Crack!* The princess was startled as the older Amazon sank her foot in the altar around the bed, cracking the stone while sinking a few inches into ground. Diane held her jaw low for a while, praising the Amazon’s strength: “fuck! If that’s what you do by accident,” she squirmed, “I shiver just to think about what you can do when you unleash your full power.”

This time, it was Diane’s turn to be shaken by the Amazon’s muscles: the Instructress flexed her arms and her upper torso, making her brick-like width grow even wider, more like a literal wall of muscles before the princess. Both women knew that, in terms of power and fighting skills, they stood roughly at the same level, and they also knew dozens of temples would have to be destroyed until one of them could emerge victorious from a hypothetical fight.

Both of them knew that, but none of them wanted to find out who was the strongest—yet. The tension between their massive, hard bodies conjured up a different, smoother sensation. The temple stood at a dead silence, with nobody else present on that island but the two beauties. In a way, admitting it or not, the Head Instructress had arranged for them to be alone in that paradise, and now she had the princess precisely where she wanted: in her grasp.

A ferocious, animalistic feeling took over her breast as she flexed her abs and made her eight obscene muscles bulge, drawing excited claps from her princess. “Yes, yes!” Diane bit her lower lip, casting a most intense gaze upon her superior. “Is this the hardest you can go?”

The Instructress smiled back, loving the taste of a new challenge. “Petulant heir. Despite your lineage, you haven’t yet known the true power of a female!” The Instructress drew a deeper breath, then flexed her belly so hard she made the altar shake. Diane’s eyes bulged almost as hard as her friend’s muscles, seeing that massive eight-pack be covered with veins, the muscles growing almost as big as a man’s biceps.

The Instructress crossed her arms over her head and channeled all her strength in her abs, which rippled so loudly they sounded like rubber tires exploding. “Wow.” The princess was sincerely humbled as those massive muscles slowly outgrew her own, covered in thick, scorching veins while all other muscles also seemed to harden and swell.

The Instructress opened her eyes, managing to speak very clearly while keeping the immense pressure in her physique. “What about I show you what a woman truly looks like, heh, child?” Closing her eyes again, the Amazon conjured up so much strength to her abs that her neck swelled and her arms throbbed like two giant drums.

The ground was shaking hard enough so that even the columns nearby began to crack, and the ripples of energy in that giantess’s body were so intense that she couldn’t hold back her scream for much longer: “rooooaarrr!!!” With a massive outburst of energy, the ground exploded around her, cracking the stone table in the middle and making the princess instinctively backflip, landing on her feet behind the bed.

“Holy shit!!” As the Amazon kept hulking up, the altar kept sinking under its many, growing cracks. A giant fissure had been opened in the middle of the temple, cutting it from edge to edge, and more cracks were growing all over it like a web from where the Instructress was standing. She was probably ignorant of all that, however, as the power inside her was so great she could no longer afford to lose her focus.

“FUUUCK!!” The Instructress moved her arms in front of her body and stroke a “C” pose, making her shoulder swell and her abs violently bulge. “OOOH, FUUUCK!!!” There was a thin pain in her scream, like all the veins that covered her, as thick as iron chain, could explode in a bloody mess at any moment. “FUCK!!” The Amazon straightened up, then leaned forward again, always alternating between motions to expertly channel the energy wherever she wanted. “FEEL IT, PRINCESS!!” As the Instructress opened her eyes, Diane saw them red with blood… and fury. “FEEL THE POWER!!!”

With another massive, calculated flex, the aura bursting from that Amazon giantess pushed the princess back, throwing her off the altar and down on the temple’s floor. «Fuck!!» Diane could only think as her back hit the ground, having only felt a similar power when she allowed the other Amazons to hit her abs with sledgehammers in order to test her strength. “Holy Hares, this…!” Her hair was a mess. “This is amazing!!”

The Amazon had grown not only harder, but much taller! Her body had now sunk a whole foot in the alter as her muscles have compounded atop of each other. She was a vascular, muscular portrait of power as she relaxed her muscles and shook her arms and legs to disperse the intense energy still flowing around them, releasing dense clouds of steam through her skin.

Diane’s amazement couldn’t be understated: “you’re fucking shredded!” She covered her mouth in dismay. “Oh, my god, you…!” The words almost got stuck in the throat. “You’ve grown two more muscles in your abs!”

Indeed, the Amazon now sported a new pair of hyper ripped abdominals, matching the princess in number and far outweighing her in mass. “Then we’re even, princess. You’re not the only arrogant lady with a marvelous, glistening ten-pack, anymore.” She flexed her arms, seeing the veins popping along her bulging biceps and swelling triceps. “Though, to be fair, you do look a little wimpy, now that I’ve grown.” She flexed her thighs, and the rock around her feet cracked a little further, like her weight was increasing at every motion. “Look at these huge, bulging legs, huh? I bet they are as big as your entire waist, don’t you think?”

“Ha, ha! Don’t you get cocky.” The princess stood on her feet, facing the Instructress with daunting confidence. “What you just did, I too can do.”

The Instructress could barely hide her shock: “how?” Her mind was racing much faster than her mouth: «we have never taught this arrogant woman the secrets of muscle growth! Is she really such a prodigy that she learned them… on her own?» She gulped, trying to hide her insecurities as she saw the princess stepping closer, climbing over the wrecked steps of the altar while never breaking eye-contact.

“I discovered it a few years ago, when I was making love to one of your students.” The arrogant little slut stretched, flexing her muscles like it was no big deal. “They are amazing, powerful mares, I must admit.” She crossed her arms behind her head and flexed them, creating a wall of hardened muscles from her forearms to her shoulders and up to her deltoids and rhomboids. “Their stamina is incredible. It’s nice being able to last, uh, I dunno, longer than a couple of hours, don’t you think?”

She relaxed her muscles, then stretched her left arm in front of her body, pulling it back with her right arm while the pressure made her tits throb. Her arms were under her breasts, but the pressure was still great enough to stir the milk in them and… make it burst! *squiiiish!!* The Instructress covered her mouth and averted her gaze as the cream bubbled out from Diane’s nipples, shooting in jets strong enough to land a couple of feet away from the princess.

Diane no longer seemed concerned by her “chest problem” as she confidently strolled up the altar, flexing her muscles in preparation for her big reveal. “One of your girls—Magdalena, I think it was her name—gave me a real challenge. You see, I usually made your warriors pass out after ten or twenty minutes of fingering. I love giving them pleasure, don’t get me wrong, but it was often frustrating to make a woman pass out before I can even taste her with my tongue,” she wiggled her butt. “and other parts.”

The Instructress’s heart was beating much stronger and louder than she hoped as the cocky princess climbed the last step and made her way towards the cracked bed. The little girl had the arrogance of Hades in her smirk while flaunting her sexual prowess to her superior. “Magdalena was different, however. She was the first woman I felt I really needed to step up my game with if I wanted to stand victorious.” She flexed her arms, making her shoulders swell and her breasts squirt milk on the table. “I beat her like I did all the others, but it took me two hours and all the muscles of my body until she was screaming my name in bliss and tapping out in the forest.” She smirked, looking like an Alpha male very proud of her (well, his) giant dick. “She was a great student. I must congratulate you on how well you trained her.”

The princess finally stopped, standing in front of the table between them. Milked dripped from her tits and nectar dripped from the Instructress’s cunt as she looked to the now-shorter princess, wondering just how strong she truly was. “W-why are you telling me this?” Diane bit her lips and struck an offensive pose on the ground, cracking the stone with her feet, readying her muscles for a hulking performance.

“Because that’s when I learned to tap into my full power. To channel the blood of Zeus within me and make myself into the giantess I am—truly am, you see.” She looked to her superior—who wouldn’t be her superior for much longer. “I had to learn it on the spot, in fact, otherwise I wouldn’t have beaten your student, even after two hours of fucking.”

The Amazon gulped, now sweating coldly through her forehead. “You discovered the Power of the Swole… while fucking?

Diane laughed, taking progressively deeper breaths as she focused on her muscular explosion.

“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘fucking,’ as I was just fingering her, but… yeah. It’s in the moments of greatest need when we discover our greatest strengths.” Her eyes beamed. “Now, my elder, watch as I humiliate your body by growing into my truest, purest form.” Her breath was turning into deep, rumbling grunts; her words, indistinguishable from roars: “watch me as I become… the True Queen of the Amazons!”

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[NSFW/+18!] The Billionaire Breeder 2

Part 1 – Through the Walls

When he shot his load that second time, it was just as unbelievable as the first. I even stopped fingering myself for a while, awed by the copious loads his monster dick filled that woman with. His roars made the room quake, and if any window had until then remained intact after his ungodly fucking, it did no longer.

I saw the poor blonde’s bell—and, in fact, her whole body—swell. She had passed out a few seconds earlier, while the beast was pounding her, standing on his two feet, using her body just like one giant jacking device, but even if she were awake, she would have fainted after that very first load from the titan.

Jesus, the sounds! I could hear the sounds of the juices sloshing inside her, filling her up with enough spunk to overflow a bathtub, and then stretching her muscles and flesh as her insides became full with jizz, with nowhere else to go but back out through her pussy.

The blonde’s cunt was stretched even wider, and through it burst the excessive loads of jizz from that god-stud. The spunk exploded into his vast musculature and shot like rocket fire into the ground, building a pile of jizz. Soon, I was panting and cumming again, squirting my own gallons of lubes on that monster’s body, giving him a sexual shower I knew he was very used to. «Impossible!!» My mind raced as my fingers reached new depths within me. «That’s fucking impossible! »

I couldn’t contain or even describe my arousal for that stud, who seemed crafted to perfection for the female delight. As he effortlessly pounded that body, shooting gallons like it was nothing, I took glimpses of his body in between orgasms and delved deeper into madness, seeing his insane, armor-like musculature and the calm, sexy grin in his face. It is one thing when men can fuck like a stallion, but another thing entirely when they can fuck like stallions and cum like elephants while making it all look like child’s play.

The mountain of jizz grew until it reached the woman’s buttocks. The man was so tall he had her lifted up some four or five feet above the ground, yet still his ejaculate reached her in no time. He slammed her on the ground, creating cracks on the floor, and then power-slammed her with his cock while roaring and looking at me. “Watch me, Paola!” He demanded, seeing how I averted my gaze. “This is how I fuck a woman!”

And fuck a woman he did: with brutal motions that turned his hips into a large blur, the monster pounded that petite blonde until her womb was hammered repeatedly against her throat, cumming all the time while her cunt gushed with his endless jizz. Soon, there was a humongous pile of sperm growing around their bodies. The monster seemed oblivious to it, fucking that bitch with abandon while making the cum splash all over the room.

Huge pellets flew as quick as bullets, hitting everything in sight, including me, destroying the last few objects that remained there and forcing me to cover my body with my arm—which was little help, I must add. I was pushed back by those cum shots, and one of them, hitting me straight in the stomach, even almost made me puke!

The cracks were growing as the monster hammered the poor cunt into the ground, to both her immense delight and agony, having her wake up and pass out every single instant.

I wanted to help the poor girl, but realized my own helplessness as I struggled to avoid those simple cum shots. When that monster fucked you, he made sure you’d stay fucked. It was as simple (and as brutal) as that. The poor blonde was at his dick’s complete mercy; nothing could save her soul before the male decided so. That’s the way it was.

“Please…” My mouth uttered some faint pleas of solidarity before I heard footsteps behind me. The door had been left opened by the two women the man had just fucked, and through it I saw many more beauties coming in, with a huge crowd of ladies waiting on the hall beyond. «Oh, for goodness’s sake! » I crossed my arms, knowing that I would have contend even more competition.

Those women were all secretaries of the billionaire stud, though something told me they weren’t exactly hired for their brains or their rare, in-demand skills. Each and every one of them was so gorgeous it was almost laughable, like the man was running the world’s foremost modelling agency! «Even the most exclusive fashion shows have a bunch of ladies that can be considered unattractive by some standards, » I thought, seeing the most daring of those women venture in the room, «but these ones here are all beautiful. » I had to clean the spunk from my eyes to make sure I was seeing things straight. «All. Of. Them! »

It was clear that the stud had a clear preference for tall beauties with magnificent bosoms and rears; endowments as huge as to accommodate his 48-inch hard horse-class penis! Behind that door there was an ocean of toned legs and tall, curvy bodies in very tight dresses, with their unbelievable breasts defying the fabric of their clothes (and the laws of physics) and their asses making loud, rumbling noises even when they bounced just a little. A good deal of those ladies—maybe half of them—was not only fit, but hulking! Some of them were even tall, muscular Amazon goddesses like me, and these were the ones who ventured into the room before all else—a tall, muscular Amazon, you see, is never one to be coward or frightful.

These mighty women looked down to me and twisted their lips in disgust. They saw they had competition, and that I was clearly the biggest and baddest of all of them all bitches. “S-s-sir?” Still, some of them tried to act normal. “S-s-sir, you have a meeting…”

But another Amazon slapped some sense into her. “Forget it, dear. You can move his whole schedule for later.” She looked to the stud and bit her lip. “Today, he’s gonna fuck.” She held her immense breasts from beneath and pulled them up, feeling their hardness and size against her dress. “He’s gonna fuck all day long.”

Some of the ladies were clearly initiates in that world, for they were as shocked as me as they entered the room and saw its dreadful state. “Is t-this all…?!” They saw the white mountains and smears all over the place, “…spunk?!” Yes, it was, and there was even more of that coming: the bison pierced that blonde into the floor, sinking with her many inches into the concrete, and hitting the pipelines of that floor. If you think that was enough to slow him down, think again: the beast hammered the cunt with even greater strength, loudly bending the metal pipelines and soon bursting them. The water flooded the hole they were into, but the masses of spunk around their bodies prevented the mess from growing any bigger, like tons of superglue poured into a leakage.

The monster pounded and pounded and pounded until time itself became meaningless, clearly having no limits for his stamina and virility. My pussy was red and sore after so much fingering, and drops of blood were falling between my legs as more women entered the room and vied for his attention: “please, Reymond, enough! Can’t you see that she’s already gone??” They immediately shut up when the billionaire lifted his gaze to them, looking very serious, clearly annoyed that anyone would dare interrupt his fucking.

Another bigger, muscular woman appealed to him where she knew he would listen: “this pussy is old and torn-up, my king. You deserve some fresh meat.” The arrogant Amazon flexed her muscles, and I saw her body bulge and ripple by my side. «This bitch! » I thought. She was almost as big as I. “Please, Reymond, pound me with your god-cock! Use my body to show these other bitches what you can do to a lady!” Her voice cracked sometimes, as she too didn’t resist the sight of those countless gallons of male seed piling up before her eyes. “It’s been four months since I gave birth. My body is primed for your seed.” She spread her legs and squeezed her cunt beneath her jeans. “Please, Reymond, please… breed me!”

That seemed to have got the stud interested, for immediately he stopped banging that fainted body, and looked at the big woman with fire in his eyes. Grunting, the monster withdrew his penis from the blonde, making her body return to a somewhat-normal size. All breaths were stolen then the monster stood on his feet and revealed the full glory of his hard cock—well, mostly hard, for even after nutting a swimming pool of spunk, there was still some wobbliness to his dick.

The room was filled with the sound of dozens of cunts swelling and gushing. There were about a hundred women in that room and the hall behind it, and all fought against their urges to step over their competitors and launch themselves into that prime stud, who studied their bodies with an air of calm and majesty.

The breeding bull, however, still had more juice to unload. “Rooaarr!!” His muscles hardened and the thick veins covered them like a complex roadmap of virility as the monster turned around and jerked his prick with both hands. “You wait. I still have a good load to dump.” Then, we watched in awe the vast rivulets of spunk bursting like bullets from his unbelievable cock. Lines and rivers of spunk covered walls and floor as the stallion roared and obeyed the command of his massive balls, which were in a frenzy of sperm production.

Loud splashes were heard as the jizz covered every inch of the room. The monster grew harder and stronger as he roared, flexing his muscles to a delirium of masculinity that got us all on our knees, cumming and lactating as our bodies picked up his pure virile power. The big, badass Amazon that so skillfully confronted him a few seconds ago was by my side, on her kees, crying as she admired that stud jerking off, her tongue all rolled out and her lips moving like she was going to die if she didn’t get that massive elephant cock inside of her—ASAP!!

I looked at her and admired her body; pieces of her shirt had been torn by her huge muscles. “You’re beautiful.” I said, but the Amazon paid no heed as a massive jet of cunt-sauce splashed against her jeans. “Oh, fuck me!!” She screamed, tearing her pants open and undressing—along with the hundreds of women on that room. My breath picked up pace; was it really possible we were having an orgy right there, so spontaneously?

«This stud…» My mind wandered to dangerous places. As I saw the bison finally shooting some smaller loads, with his cum pellets still as big as fists, I wondered how on Earth could a single male have enough load for hundreds of women, and then I started making conjectures that, in hindsight, were really naïve and borderline retarded. “He’s probably going to tire after some three more women.” I spread my legs even wider and fingered my steamy, gushing cooch. “After all, he’s still got me to fuck.” I fingered it more violently still. “He promised to fuck me!”

It took Reymond a total of fifteen minutes to completely unload his balls, and still, when he turned to us, his dick constantly oozed vast, heavy threads of cum, each as thick as an arm, his balls clearly swelling all over again, with the throbbing of their veins and ducts making loud, rumbling sounds that shook the entire room: *boom-boom!! Boom-boom!!*

The blond god spread his arms in a T-pose and flaunted his ridiculous musculature to us. That was enough Man for four bodybuilders; a human silverback with arms as big as legs and legs as big as Greek columns! His monster cock stood at an eighty-degree angle, completely coated in his own jizz, almost slapping against his pecs as it throbbed and bounced before our startled gazes. “Fuck!!” One by one, the women prostrated themselves before their god, laying their foreheads on the ground and inadvertently drowning their faces on the pools of spunk he’d come. It was just too much for any of us to take in one sitting alone!

“What part of my body do you covet the most?” The giant bull flexed his muscles, and powerful bursts of energy emanated from his rippling physique, as hard as a mountain, as heavy as three bulls, while our tongues more-or-less at the same time answered, all in different stages and high-pitches of pure arousal: “cock!!” Were half of the answers. “Balls!!” Was the other half.

The monster sighed, almost in a comic discontent. It didn’t matter, after all, how hard he worked out or how perfectly he crafted his muscles; all that masculine perfection still wouldn’t beat his cock and balls, the absolute symbol of his masculinity. He was a god of fertility, after all, so of course his genitalia would be the most gorgeous and coveted feature of his body. Accepting this, the monster grabbed his two bull balls with his hands, highlighting just how insanely big they were. “Is it my cock and balls that you want?” He dropped them, having them very slowly bounce. “Alright. My cock and balls you can have.” The monster snapped his fingers. “Have at thee.”

There wasn’t a fraction of silence or a moment of thought before countless bodies rushed past me, hurling themselves towards that man and surrounding his legs and hips with dozens of pairs of craving hands, all wanting to touch and worship his ultra-gigantic genitalia. The quickest, strongest girls immediately got to work, cramming their faces on that sack and sinking their hands in his mighty balls, which by that time were as big as American footballs.

“Fuck!!” Were their delirious exclamations. “I can taste his semen!!” They loudly sucked, spit, and drooled over his seed-makers. “I’m sucking his semen through his skin!! Oh, my god!!” Their hands were soon covered in jizz as the women both cleaned the balls with their saliva and literally licked the spunk from within them; the monster just so happened to produce so much seed that his sack literally perspired cum!

More powerful, courageous women walked sensuously towards his cock, enveloping the beast with their hands and their tremendous bosoms. I saw their backs, their asses, their racks, and was completely enchanted: those were mighty Amazons with muscles forged in fire, beings of absolute power whose shoulders resembled walls of virility, vascular and muscular testaments to humanity’s strength.

These goddesses—three of them grabbing and squeezing the god’s cock; one blonde, one brunette, and one redhair—kissed the man’s chest, neck, and nipples while fondling his dong sensuously, taking their time while the monster grunted. They wanted to kiss his face, but the man towered over them: he was an 8ft6in-tall, 1,000-pound bull while the tallest of them didn’t even reach 6ft4in-feet. The massive stud was heavier than their three bodies combined, which struck their hearts with enough fear to force them to be always tactful, always respectful next to that raging stallion—one never knew, of course, when he could lose it.

The biggest and tallest of them—a brunette—smiled like a kitten when laying her lips and drooling over the hard, veiny penis. “What’s wrong, master? Your cock is still soft!” I almost chuckled when I heard her. Referring to that 40-inch-plus piece of man meat as “soft” really was nonsensical! Still, the blonde Amazon seemed to agree, running both her hands along that cock and cradling it just like a baby, seeing how the beast bent and dangled in many parts. “It’s still so wobbly,” she said, looking up to the stud with both an adoring and a worried gaze. “What’s wrong, my stallion? Your bull dick hasn’t been getting as good a pussy as it used to?”

Those three muscle goddesses worshiped the dong more vigorously, squeezing their bodies on it from all directions while an army of dozens of women completely overwhelmed and overworked his balls. The stud grunted, his muscles throbbing so hard the bodies of his women were pushed back. He was amazed by his own pleasure; it was rare that women could make him feel so good, as he was always in control of every situation—but of course, what else to expect when about fifteen pussies are immediately surrounding you, worshiping your every muscle and fiber with their outrageous rears and racks?

The stud grabbed two of the Amazon’s buttocks with his hands, and their powerful muscles caved in like biscuits under his thirsty hands. Their legs were built like mares’, but even they couldn’t resist the effortless, graceful power of even the slightest of that stud’s movements. While two of them worshipped his cock with their mouths, the powerful stallion claimed the redhair’s tongue with his own, literally lifting her off the ground with the suction of his kiss!

I shivered, cumming gallons through my pussy and squirting milk through my tits. Before me I saw that huge, muscular Amazon being literally sucked into the air by a simple kiss, and in her chest I saw the bulge of that stallion’s tongue sliding down inside of her, twirling and twitching while giving her countless orgasms. Gushes were heard, then splashes: her cunt was hosing juices on the ground, literally showering the women below, who in turn worshipped the deity’s balls.

The man slid his hands between the other two Amazon’s buttocks, sniffing their swollen, dripping cunts. Their screams made the office shake as they were penetrated by those penis-thick fingers and merciless stimulated thereafter; the stud had an expertise that betrayed his history with hundreds of thousands of lovers; he knew his way inside a woman and had plenty of strength to break through even her thickest defenses. Soon, those three Amazons were screaming and cumming their guts out, as were the other pussies surrounding that god’s balls.

In their ears and napes, the monster whispered sensuously: “who wants to breed first?” His cock throbbed, getting a little harder. “I’ve got gallons for each and every one of you.” He took a deep breath, getting harder with the strong scent of fresh cunts that surrounded his body. “I want to fill your wombs with jizz. Though I’m not as potent today as I usually am, I will still unload enough jizz so that all of you tap out and ask for mercy. So, my darlings, I ask one more time:” he smiled, “who wants to breed with me?”

The mighty brunette, the tallest, heaviest, most muscular of the two, got between her friends and literally pushed them away, making them fall over the other women as she grabbed the cock with her full arms, pulled it against her rack and masturbated it relentlessly, the words coming deliriously through her mouth: “me!! You will fuck me first, stud!!” She was licking and biting her lips, spitting on that cock and covering it with goo as she spoke. “Savage my cunt!! I am much stronger since you last fucked me!”

Then, to her shock, the monster lifted her up and ran with her body until the giant, black marble table in the middle of his room. *Boom!!* He slammed her body against the table, and we all covered our mouth as we so it crack and bend in the middle, with the giant Amazon drilled into the stone. “Jesus…!!” Her eyes almost popped as the monster got to her ear and whispered: “no. You are not.”

Then what happened was so fast it looked like a dream: the beast lowered his cock to her cunt and pierced her, crushing her womb and stretching her hips as he held her both legs and pounded her like an animal. We saw the immense bulge of his cock in her belly as the monster repeatedly thrust in her like a stallion, getting deeper as the bulge rose higher: first, his cock was at her bellybutton, then at her ribcage, then finally right beneath her chin, about thirty inches of thrusting while ten inches of the cock still remained outside her all the time—and the cock was growing longer and stronger!

The monster roared, and we saw steam burst from his nose. His thrusting became furious as the table loudly cracked on several spots, pieces of it falling on the ground and sinking on the ocean of spunk. He pounded that whore with tremendous force as to drag the table little by little to the edge of office, which had no protective windows anymore.

Giving his woman more orgasms that she deserved, the stallion climbed on the table and decided to drill her doggy-style, lifting her ass just high enough so he could pound her diagonally. His weight, however, proved to be too much for even that marble table, which cracked further as his feet sank into the stone. That didn’t stop him from nailing that woman like a machine, soon taking all her breath and voice away, her eyes bulging as she felt penetrated by fifty stallions.

He was going soft on her, for he realized that, despite all her size, she was not worth the trouble. He pounded her until the table caved in completely and their bodies hit the ground, shattering the marble into large, heavy piles that could have killed any of us if they’d hit us. After the mess was settled, we watched in awe as that stud drilled the Amazon into the ground while she waivered and screamed, crying while her pussy hosed ocean-sized loads of lube: “please, noooo!! No more, stud, no more!!” She tapped on the ground so hard that new cracks formed around her palms. “It’s too much!!”

“No, whore!!” The monster picked up his pace by a notch, squatting on her with his dick drilling as deep as her throat. “You haven’t seen power yet.” He took a deep breath and smiled, knowing his power and stamina were god-like. “Ten percent. Go!” Then he drilled that woman so ridiculously high that pieces of stone were flying all over the place, and most of us had to covers our faces so as not to be blinded by the shards and the shrapnel and the splashes of sexual fluids flying around at insanely high speeds.

The monster powerfucked that Amazon until her body was twenty inches deep into the ground, slamming her breasts and her powerful, rock-hard abs against the metal of the pipeline, which was slowly bent under her shape before bursting in strong gushes of water all over. “Fuck!!” She screamed, and the monster seemed to take that as a challenge, for he picked up even more strength as his testicles slammed her ass like wrecking balls. “Twelve percent!” He said, puffing more steam through his nostrils as he fucked, fucked, and fucked!

After five minutes of that cunt massacre, we were wondering just what he intended to do with her by continuing to pound her so relentlessly, almost beastly. Maybe he wanted to show us what happened when any woman was foolish enough to defy him. Maybe he wanted to pound her until she was completely unconscious, or maybe he wanted to get his dick fully hard (which, miraculously, hadn’t happened yet).

At the end of those five minutes, though, we understood his intentions: the sound of the rock and the concrete being drilled soon signaled to us that the woman had almost been pierced all throughout the floor completely!

From the ceiling beneath, pieces of rock were falling as the woman’s body slowly appeared from the stone: her tits dangled in the ceiling while one of her legs suddenly and brutally burst through the concrete.

Just as one more thrust was necessary to completely pierce her through the ground, however, the monster stopped, cramming his cock as deep as he could within her—thirty-one inches—and flexing his muscles while his balls loudly roared. It was coming! “Roooaarr!!!” The monster made the hundreds of pussies come with his masculine cry as his monster cock discharged a power load inside the woman, adding the final thrust that sent her body crashing on the floor below. The stud grabbed the edges of that wide hole and pulled himself up, all while shooting lakes of jizz all around our bodies.

*Splaaash!!* The shots hit several women like cannons balls and sent their bodies flying many dozens of feet back, their backs hitting against walls and their heads slamming against the ground while the beast controlled his raging cock, turned it down towards the hole and unloaded freely on the floor beneath. His oceans of spunk quickly covered the battered Amazon, shooting her back, her legs, her powerful shoulders, her quivering face with jizz, and completely drowning her in just two shots before the puddle grew into an ocean on that floor.

The bruised, fuck-drunk woman was not alone in that place. Hundreds of women more had gathered down there, as the top floor was already stock-full of beauties, and they witnessed in shock the proverbial oceans of that stallion’s cum covering the poor woman in the blink of an eye. Most of them stepped back as the cum lake grew to their feet, but many just gave into their deepest urges and dove head first, drinking and bathing on the semen while the loads never seemed to stop coming from the dick.

“Roooaarr!!” The monster gave a very deep roar, like his insides were being consumed by fire, and his head briefly got red and swollen as the pleasure seemed too great even for him. He quickly got a hold of his body, though, and for the next five minutes we all watched that bull discharge the same amount of semen as, I dunno, fifty thousand horses until he finally lifted his head and roared in relief. The room quaked and many of us stood back, awed and amazed by his uber-ripped muscles, his still-bloated balls, and his slightly-harder cock.

The monster was hard, but not yet totally hard. He turned his furious gaze to the redhaired and blond Amazons that had dared defy him. The two beauties gulped, and for a moment they even considered running away as they looked around and found themselves totally surrounded by women. The stud walked to them, making the room quake at each step, and them they threw themselves at his feet, literally begging for mercy: “please, no! Don’t do this to u…!!” But the foolish redhair was shut as he grabbed her by the throat and crammed his prick in her mouth, all before the startled gaze of the blonde.

“Watch.” The beast told her, and then he started fucking that woman’s throat until the bulge of his monster cock was going all the way down to her stomach. It was amazing how stretched she was, taking the full six inches of that cock’s width like a pro, which showed us how used that whore was to that horse member.

The monster took his horse from her mouth and stuck in on the blonde’s, grabbing them both by the necks as he pounded their throats and their stomachs. Then, he returned to the redhair, alternating his cock from one to the other whore every five seconds or so. We saw their tough, muscular bodies growing softer and wobblier with every section of throat-fucking, that dick slowly draining their strength away while they cried and whimpered and squirted gallons of milk through their tits—the pressure of the cock in their chests alone enough to make their thick, motherly broth burst out in flames.

The monster power-fucked them more viciously after five minutes, grabbing each by the shoulders and cramming as much as he could of his cock without tearing their guts up. We saw the redhair’s belly swell as her guts literally bulged against her skin, then we watched the same happen with the blond. Finally, teaching those two whores their place, the monster grabbed them by the necks, turned their breasts to the ground, and slammed them both on the floor so hard that pieces of the shattered tile flew all over the place.

The redhair hit the ground first, followed by the blonde on her back. The two goddesses were quivering and panting as the monster jerked his monster cock and aimed at their swollen, gaping cunts—which themselves hosed juices on his abs and balls, cleaning his whole genitalia from whatever spunk remained from his last fucking.

It didn’t make much difference, of course, for the cock would grow nasty and cum-ridden all over again: the monster pierced the blonde’s cunt with delight, then pounded her so violently we really saw a stallion, not a human taking over her body. He held them both in their place with his power arms as he withdrew the cock from the blond and crammed it on the redhair beneath her—then he pounded!

The office didn’t stop shaking as the monster pounded both cunts relentlessly. He took five seconds on each woman, alternating between them with god-like ease, making their bodies swell and shrink like accordions as he quickly got to their greatest depths and then just as quickly retrieved his prick.

Then, finally, he kicked the action into high gear (yeah, for everything that came before had been a simple appetizer until then) and alternated his cock in between those cunts one thrust at a time: he pounded the blonde, then the redhair, then the blonde again, over and over and over  until we were all seeing not one, but two cocks nailing the women, the pounding so fast and so brutal and so god-like the monster was basically fucking them both simultaneously.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I shook my head, fearing that I wasn’t seeing things straight—but I was, oh, I was, and the monster sustained that display of pure virility for five more minutes until he decided he was done with those cunts. “Weak!” He whispered in their ears. “Very weak!!” He roared and flexed his muscles. “I’m done with you whores! Now… take my seed!!”

Aaahh…!!!” The redhair Amazon screamed, then quickly shut up as the monster crammed his cock to its fullest up on her throat and unleashed fresh, hot seed in her womb, breeding her instantly. Our jaws dropped her body grew bigger and fatter, swelling like a balloon with the overwhelming amount of jizz.

Then, it was the blonde’s turn. “I-Ivanka??!” There was genuine terror on her voice as she heard the monster withdraw his penis from the redhead and the gallons of jizz explode so hard from her cunt that her body was literally dragged a few feet forward on the floor, leaving her alone in the arms of the giant as he sniffed her cunt and prepared to bust his second load.

Ooorhh!!!” The beast’s momentary respite was broken as he crammed his cock mercilessly inside that fresh body, allowing his full, horse-like gallons to invade her and ravish her and knock her out like the cheap whore she had become. We all saw her body growing bigger, fatter, heavier with jizz as the monster dropped her arms and literally blasted her across the room with the power of his orgasm, shooting gallons every second, and making her disappear under a mountain of cum.

When the monster was done, whole floors of the building were covered with his spunk; his junk had long been oozing from the cracks and shattered windows of that ruined office, dripping down like giant slugs on the stained-glass surface of his skyscraper. Looking around the mess he’d made with only five women, the stud held his cum-ridden cock high and literally sucked the pellets of cum that remained inside. We watched in awe as that monster felatio-ed himself while standing on his two feet, barely lowering his head to taste his engorged member.

Popping the cock from his mouth and letting it go, the monster saw it dangle at eighty to almost ninety inches, much closer to its full hardness… but still not yet fully hard! “Who’s next?”

Turns out… it was everyone! Everyone but me, of course, as I was forced to watch, in greater despair and arousal, over two hundred and sixty-six women be consumed, pounded, and bred by that stallion in the following five hours before he finally—finally—decided turned his attention—and his monster penis!—to me!

Part 2 – Overbred!

Another woman fell on the floor, making a loud splash as her body sank on the spunk. The monster didn’t waste a second before grabbing two more girls in front of him, lifting them by the wrist, then slam-pounding them with his 45-inch-long cock. He alternated his dick between them so fast while thrusting so hard that it honestly seemed he was fucking the both simultaneously—a giant with two cocks plowing through his harem like a herd of stallions.

You never know the meaning of “sex machine” until you see one in action. My sight was blurry and my cunt was sore after seeing so much of that action, and for so long! The entire floor quaked as the monster consumed those two new piles of flesh, who were quickly passing out due to the overwhelming pleasure he gave them—more orgasms than any woman could conceive!

Looking back to his office, I saw mountains of passed-out women squirming, wailing, and trembling on the floor. Mountains of semen covered their bodies and burst from their over-stretched cunts, with their bellies so bloated their all looked pregnant. They certainly were knocked-up by that monster’s seed, each of them carrying the virile spunk of the gods in their wombs, ready to become mommas of twins, triplets, quadruplets, and more.

“My god!!” The two girls he was pounding screamed. “Oh, my… GOD!!!” Their massive tits hardened and squirted milk in high pressure on the monster’s face. He simply opened his mouth and drank their jets, laughing while plowing through them with incomparable ease. I saw his body exuding steam, creating an aura of heat all around him, and the monster had been puffing hot smoke through his nose for hours as he consumed those ladies like someone checking off the items from a grocery list.

Then there were the women all around him, waiting for their turn. I couldn’t help my arousal when I looked at them and saw their fresh, abundant bodies so hard and ready for him. They were a hundred-something women sitting on the floor, fingering themselves and playing with their large boobs, almost all of them moaning and some even screaming as the mere display of virility by that stud got them hornier and hotter than actual sex with any other man.

I was struck with envy and awe (and a mix of other complicated emotions) as I saw that ocean of beauties so willing to be fucked and bred by that raging stud, consequences be damned. They were all the most beautiful women on Earth, some of which I recognized from some high-end fashion shows or from some highly-publicized covers from beauty and fitness magazines. «Fuck. This. Stud!» I though while also bringing my pussy to gushing orgasms, making my juices splash on the stud’s body and then rain all over the room.

There was actually rain flooding the room with ours juices, for our orgasms were simultaneous and never-ending; I had to close my eyes many times and clean my face from that rain of pussy nectar, which turned into steam when in contract with my overheated body. I was raging and I was horny, much more than all the other bitches around me, but I knew that the stud was leaving me for last. «Will he have enough power??» I wondered, battering my pussy while the stallion exhausted those two new bodies.

“Rooooaarr!!!” All the windows and glasses of the room had been destroyed by his formidable roars. Thrusting deep into a woman, the monster came, and for the hundredth-something(-th) time we saw his dick engorge to ridiculous proportions and release the overwhelming spunk that his balls never stopped producing.

My god, those monster balls! Just watching them fill up with spunk and pump the very first loads of his shots brough dozens of us to a cataclysmic orgasm! We fucking showered the room with our steamy cunt sauce as we saw those two glorious, humongous testicles filled with virile power as they unleashed their newest load of baby-making broth. It was insane! On “normal” conditions, that bull’s balls were already as big as American footballs, but when they were full and over-stretched with cum—which they always became after some five minutes without the monster cumming—they became literally as big and as round as basketballs (though the weight of each testicle easily surpassed one a half bowling ball).

The stud was 8’6ft-tall. He was a giant, and a giant whose muscles were so massive and hard that wherever he fucked, his feet drilled craters and cracks on the ground. As he was fucking those two girls, for instance, his power had gradually made him sink a whole foot into the floor, with his legs surrounded by the concrete and his feet probably bending the pipeline of that floor. Pipes had been burst on countless other holes on that hall and his office, but he had covered all of them with his jizz, which was as thick and solid as industrial glue.

His insane muscle mass meant that he weighted well over 3,500 pounds—his cock and balls alone responsible for 600 pounds of those tons. He was so over-muscular and so uber-masculine we all could literally see even the shortest, thinnest of his fibers stretching and contracting in his body—millions of those muscle fibers throbbing and bulging and bloating as he hammered the endless cunts with his machine-like thrusting power.

The ripped and shredded nature of his body meant that he had as little fat as possible, maybe even under 0.5%—the raging stallion could easily survive with outrageously low levels of fat, for his body was so perfect that nature had different rules for it. He looked both a freak, a monster, and also the most gorgeous male we had ever seen. Even girls who were repelled by muscles would immediately lay on the floor and spread their legs on a full-split upon a single second of seeing that stud’s face, for the guy was simply unbelievable!

George Clooney? Channing Tatum? Brad Pitt? Henry Cavil? Bah, fuck those ugly bastards! That was a face worth dying for, and even describing it with any detail greater than “blonde; outrageously handsome” seemed impossible for any of us, for our eyes couldn’t withstand such perfection without sort of melting or growing very sore. There were men, and then there were Men, and that Man was above all other Men I (or any of us) had ever been fucked by!

“You are a fucking perfect breeding machine!!” I screamed atop of my lung as that beast finished off his two new lays. “You’re fucking unbelievable, Reymond!!” My eyes burned when I saw his balls rumbling. “Breed them!! Breed them good for us! Knock them up and knock them out!! I want to see you massacre their cunts and fill up their wombs! Breed them!! Breed them, Reymond, oh, breed them, and show us the power of a real man!!”

I liked to think that my words pushed him over the edge, but I don’t like to delude myself too much: he would breed those broods with his uber-virility regardless of any input, just as he was ready to do before I screamed like a maniac. Still, the god liked to reward the worship from his faithful, and for the briefest of moments, just as he was thrusting his cock fully into one of the ladies, he looked to me and nodded gently, smiling like a devil as the gallons of spunk coursed through his prick.

“Roooaarr!!!” The deep, thick cracks on the ground grew as the monster growled like a bison and stopped thrusting for a brief second, allowing his first, most delightful shot flow uninterrupted through his prick. His cock measured between 38 and 45 inches-long in its many different states of arousal, and its insane width was always fluctuating between six and eight inches.

Oh, yeah, I need to be clear about this, so that none of you get it wrong: I said width, not girth! His cock was too thick for any woman to even trouble herself with measuring his girth. At his most aroused, yes, this meant that the stud had a prick wider than most dicks were long. The fact that he was an eighteen-year-old stud with billions of dollars in his bank account only made us melt faster and cum harder when seeing him fuck—some men are just cut above all the rest, and that man was easily cut above all manking itself. Nature can be really fucking unfair, don’t you think?

“Rooaarr!!” The man roared, and his prick engorged to well over eight inches as the oceans of hot semen made their way through his monster cock. The action was so fast we could only follow it in slow-mo, between the blinks of our eyes: one blink, and the first girl’s belly was bubbling up; her hips were stretched beyond what should be anatomically possible as the jizz made the cock thicker. Another blink: her belly was as huge a lady pregnant with fifteen children! It was sincerely ludicrous just how much spunk she’d managed to cram in herself before her cunt couldn’t take it anymore and released all the excess jizz back into the titan! Another blink: the monster was quickly retrieving his prick while the woman on his left arm had inflated like a balloon. Powerful jets of jizz exploded through her cunt, like opened tunnels from a dam. Another blink: the monster cock was sliding inside the second woman, pushing her womb all the way up to her chin as the monster held his orgasm back until the last second.

Another blink: he released it. *Boom!!* I saw that woman’s whole body grow to monstrous proportions as a whole bathtub of jizz was crammed inside of her. The monster had his dick all the way up to her throat, which meant that not only her belly, but her chest and her ribcage stood were inflated to a point she seemed made entirely of rubber. Then, the jizz exploded: *buuuurst…!!!* Gallons, and I mean gallons of thick spunk jettisoned through her cunt, splashing on the monster’s body at such high speeds that most of it ricochet like bullets or pellets as thick as fists all around the room, breaking some jaws and cracking some skull as it hit some of the unfortunate ladies around the stud.

I protected myself with my big, bulging arms and took many of those shots on them, feeling my bones and my muscles tested by the strength of those cumshots. The stud’s jizz wasn’t just like any jizz, you know, but literally one of the heaviest, thickest materials known to man. His semen looked more like marble-white industrial glue than anything else, and a single “drop” the size of your hand easily weighted over a hundred fucking pounds!

I knew it. I felt my arms growing sore and heavy as the pellets of spunk kept hitting them. They were not only heavy and hot as lava, but they were sticky as hell! I could shake myself with the full force of my muscles and I still couldn’t get even half of that spunk off me! I was carrying probably over 700 pounds of jizz on my arms as I felt my muscles throbbing and the cramps invading my abs; I was a 6’5ft-tall, 300-pound muscle Amazon from Brazil; a girl so powerful I literally left holes on the ground whenever I danced the samba during Carnival. If one looks for female strength and power, one needs to look no further than me, and even I was fucking exhausted simply by the weight of those cumshots.

“Fuck!!” I leaned down on the floor, getting those fucking jizz pellets straight in my face! Most of the other women weren’t so lucky (or muscular) as I, being hurled far in the room every time they were hit. I heard bones cracking and spines splitting as dozens of women flew by me like leaves on the wind—and if that was the force of the spunk that merely ricocheted on the man’s body, imagine the brunt that those two girls took as the beast came directly into their wombs!

They were fucked and jizzed on until their bodies became unrecognizable fat masses of muscle, flesh, bones, and cum. The jizz was pouring out of their cunts like 10-inch toothpaste threads as the monster just kept unloading and unloading and fucking unloading, damn it! I looked at his balls and saw them steamy! The massive spheres were working so hard they both throbbed like giant hearts. Fuck! I even saw them throbbing at the same time, contracting so hard they climbed all the way up to the man’s ass and slapped against it, hard enough to make the room rumble with the sound of the impact!

«Jesus… fucking Christ!!» I was aroused, but I was battered and tired too after a hundred-and-so-orgasms of that type.

When the monster stopped cumming, the two women had passed out a long time ago. No orgasm from him lasted under ten minutes, and that’s already with him doing his best to be as quick and casual as possible. When he was done, another massive, jaw-dropping pile of fresh jizz had been laid under and around the two women’s bodies, a mass so gigantic that the floor was cracking and caving in under its weight.

The monster dropped the passed-out cunts on the semen, and their bodies didn’t even sink into the pile of jizz as they fell and rested on it, like the world’s manliest bed. The stud grabbed two more women by the legs as he walked out of the hall and into the elevator. “Too crowded. Too messy.” His feet made gurgling sounds when stepping on the jizz all over the ground. “The floor below is more spacious. I will continue the orgy there.” The elevator rang as its doors opened, and the beastly stud was already cramming his newest piece of flesh on his dick when he turned around and said: “get down or else you’re gonna miss it.”

The doors closed as he proceeded to slam-fuck those two whores, and everyone raced to the stairs, reenacting “The Hunger Games” just to get ahead in his fuck-list. Well, everyone but me. I didn’t feel right for an Amazon queen like me to stoop down to their level—even though I was ready debase myself as filthy and shamefully as that man wanted me to, if he demanded that of me. Besides, I knew he’d left me for last anyway, so I would only stand to gain cleaning up his mess from my body and getting to the lower floor on my own regal pace.

Below, the ladies gathered around the elevator, waiting to see the man’s glorious entrance. What they didn’t expect, in fact, was for the whole building to be shaking so hard and the walls to be cracking so much as the lift apparently struggled to get to that floor. From the top of the elevator’s doors, then, a mass of spunk came out at very high pressures, hitting the poor women who stood before it. The mass of spunk kept coming harder and thicker, forcing the doors open while the elevator was still getting down at a snail’s pace. They all covered their mouths and lost their breaths, uttering to one another: “what?? Already?? He’s already cumming??!”

It seemed that the stallion didn’t waste a second to destroy those two new cunts, cumming as soon as the elevator started to descend. Maybe those were still his previous orgasms, which he had merely contained while he walked to the elevator; or maybe he was just overflowing with fertility, who knows. What is known is that the elevator was almost being destroyed by his prodigious volumes of spunk, enough that the strong cables began to snap, and the lift dangerously fell quickly and abruptly.

From within the mass of spunk contained in it, the monster jumped out, holding the two passed-out ladies in his arms, and his dick momentarily hosed ungodly amounts of seed all over the women before he reinserted himself into his women’s cunts, jizzing on them as their bodies once again inflated like balloons. There were loud snaps in the elevator behind him, and then the ladies all saw it break and fall thousands of feet down to the first floor of that skyscraper. There was a loud boom, followed by a tremendous earthquake, but we couldn’t know much difference in that room, as it was already shaking so hard by the monster’s action.

Two new bodies crashed on the floor while the man still needed to unload gallons of jizz. His balls never stopped throbbing; even to him, that was too much fertility. There was a hint of despair in his face as he grabbed his monstrous anaconda, turned it to those two, passed-out ladies and hosed them, oh!, how much he hosed them with the endless gallons that kept coming from his balls. “Roooaarr!!!” His roars were both powerful and pitiful; it felt like his balls were too powerful even for the rest of his massive body—his 8’6ft-tall, 3,500-pound body of pure muscles!

It was about this time that I arrived at that room, cum dripping from my cunt and leaving a trail of virile broth behind me, like a snail, and the first thing I saw was a mountain, literally a pile of women throwing themselves at the man’s feet, begging to be fecundated by his awesome spunk: “stop wasting your semen on them, stud!!” They screamed while the licked his body, sucked his muscles, and overall worshipped every fiber of his daunting physique. “Breed us!! Use this monster cock to breed all of… aaah!!” One of these loud bitches was grabbed by the hair and lifted effortlessly in the air, with the monster almost exploding with pleasure as he grabbed his dick and guided it to her throbbing, squirting cunt.

Before he even inserted his prick on her, the meat cannon already shot powerful bursts of semen deep inside her, piercing her cunt, stretching her hips, breaking through her cervix and splashing loudly in her womb. “AAAHEE…!!!” She yelped like a bitch, and then she went silent, cumming and shaking with those waves of jizz washing over her insides. «Jesus!» I thought, aghast before all that massacre while the man just started to pierce that newest cunt with his rod.

His cum shots were thicker than the second thickest penis on Earth! It really looked like those bitches were being fecundated by an elephant trunk made entirely of semen! When the woman was pierced, another high-pitch scream burst from her lungs. She shivered and wailed desperately as the man made its way inside her, calm and regal, smiling like the cocky bastard he was, feeling that new lay so effortlessly conquered by his might.

She passed out in no time, and then his dick shot loads in the ceiling. Her body was still falling in the air as the monster came so hard in the ceiling that he made new holes above our heads, with mountains of jizz cascading from the floor above like waterfalls, and bodies of dozens of women falling through them like pieces of chocolate in a chantilly cream.

The male grabbed another woman blindly and took her. Her body made loud stretching noises as her belly, then her upper torso bulged obscenely with the man piercing her deep. The loads of spunk soon followed, and in a matter of seconds the stallion was nearly tearing her cunt up with the bursts of spunk in her over-filled, over-streched body, letting go of her while she passed out several times in a row under the countless orgasms.

The beast was now on “serial mode,” slaying pussy after pussy just for the sake of it. I saw his cock even a little bit soft—a “mere” 42 inches of pussy-wrecker—as she claimed the next twenty-seven women one by one, filling their bellies and their wombs up with as much spunk that their bodies could take. His monster cock went to their cunts, and their wombs were bloated to a bursting point. Then, he went to their anuses, and their guts were stretched like balloons before the loads loudly splashed in their stomachs and filled them up quickly, running over their esophagus and exploded through their mouths and noses, turning them into living extensions of his flesh.

The monster tried piercing some of those whores as deep as they could take it, and some of these women, endlessly flexible, allowed the dick to burst into their stomachs, then into their throats, making their mouths shoot seed at rocket-like speeds, destroying windows and cracking walls as the jets splashed in them. One of these powerful ladies not only too the dick all the way up from her anus to her throat, but actually slapped the man’s arms, asking for more, and the surprised stud crammed more inches in her until his god-cock burst from her mouth, lively and hot and cumming gallons every second!

«Jesus fucking Christ!» My legs were shaking and my heart was almost bursting through my throat as I saw five inches of that eight-inch-thick man-rod pierce through the woman’s mouth, stretching her whole face like she was an anaconda eating up an antelope.

The monster kept pulling her body on his rod, making more inches of his dick rise from her mouth as her buttocks approached his balls. He started to thrust his hips, and his massive, throbbing testicles were hitting her back and her cunt with full force. The woman had passed out, that’s for sure, but that didn’t stop the stud from enjoying every inch of her amazing body. “God!!” He looked down to her fit, slightly-muscular back, “it’s been so long since I don’t bottom a woman!!” And I watched in absolute horror as that man pulled her body all the way to his balls, cramming her buttocks against his testicles, then power-slamming her madly as he roared and released steam throughout his whole body.

She was something of an “average” woman in terms of heigh, and her body covered “only” twenty-seven inches of that god penis. From her mouth, another fifteen-to-twenty inches of cock slid back-and-forth, her body anally impaled by that Shiva-like endowment. It was obscene, it was horrifying, and it got us all cumming and screaming like crazy as eighty-something cunts turned to the ceiling and showered the room in a divine flood of pussy nectar. “God!!” We screamed, oh, how hard we screamed. “Please, stud, fuck us!!! Fuck us, stud, fuck us all!!!” I was among those screaming ladies. None of us, after all, was too good for that stud.

The stallion enjoyed that body, however, for twenty minutes more until he finally got bored of feeling her buttocks against his balls. He violently popped her out of his dick and hosed her battered, bruised body with rivers of his jizz, which he kept cumming just as hard as if that was his first load. The room was already a mess when we arrived at it, but now the place was literally covered under two feet of hot jizz. We wailed around that spunk like flies trapped on a spider’s net, and the monster looked around the place with annoyance, realizing that even that big room wasn’t enough to contain all his masculinity.

“We go down.” He said simply and brutishly, and with both his powerful hands he grabbed not two, not three, not even four, but six women by their hair, three pairs per hand. Slowly and mightily, with his dick still shooting spunk on the ceiling, the monster pulled their bodies to the stairs, then lifted them up to his shoulders as he started walking down.

The beast was so big and muscular he could easily fit two women side-by-side in his shoulder, then balance a third women on top of those two, strolling down the stairs. As he selected one of these ladies to fuck, he proceeded to fuck her just as casually as someone reading the morning newspaper while eating their breakfast—a multitasking effort that would be literally impossible for any other stud, or even an army of studs!

Aaah!! Aaah!! Aaahee!!” The woman screamed and came her heart out through her cunt as the man pierced her and—what else!—unloaded gallons in her womb, stretching her out to a bursting point before popping her from his dick and dropping her carelessly on the ground. We all followed the beast as the spunk flowed down the stairs, and the man nonchalantly picked another woman from his shoulder like someone picking a fresh, low-hanging fruit from a tree.

He fucked her. Pump after pump after pump we heard her womb, belly, and ribcage getting bigger and fatter and heavier, and then her pussy started exploding with jizz as the monster roared, grunted, and whined like a horse, then simply lifted her up and dropped her on the ground, his massive cock shooting even stronger gallons on the ceiling as he picked a third woman and fecundated her with expert ease.

By the time he got to the lower floor, his sixth lay had been dropped on the steps, cum-ridden, jizz-bloated, fucked beyond her wildest dreams, squirming and screaming while unconscious, suffering from so many orgasms that literal jolts of electricity burst from her cunt. Before he even ventured inside that new room, he turned around and picked the closest woman to him, lifting her and cramming her cunt on his dick, filling her up instantly as he literally jumped into the air while thrusting on her so damn hard!

The poor gal screamed as the monster laughed. When he landed, his feet drilled two holes on the ground. The entire room shook and all the remaining windows exploded—their glass turned to dust!—and the god laid with that body on the ground to power-slam her until all our bodies were jumping with the force of his thrusts.

The monster crushed her back against the floor, which cracked and caved under his power. Their bodies were being dragged forward by the kinetic force of his thrusts, drilling a vast trench on the ground, at points so deep that the pipelines were once again exposed behind the woman’s back—and the monster fuck like this until he was at the other side of the room, pounding her so hard they were in danger of leaping into the precipice. “Cum, my whore.” He said to her, though she had already passed out a long time ago.

He came and came and came, and her pussy exploded with juice as her belly grew and grew and grew, and the monster lifted her waist as he stood up to pierce her diagonally, changing the force of his thrusts downwards. Then… he pounded her! The rest is pretty much routine: thrust after thrust after thrust came and went as her body drilled the pipeline and made water explode all around them, flooding the room. “Fuck!!” The man retrieved his prick from her temporarily and aimed it down, sealing the hole with the thickness of his semen.

After about fifty gallons of semen had been hosed into the pipes, the monster reinserted his still-cumming rod in the woman, nutting like a crazed stallion before pounding her with utter brutality, lifting her torso off the floor for a split-second, then cramming her back on it so hard that the spunk splashed all around us and the ground beneath then creaked, cracked, and sunk. I don’t know what was so special about that bitch, but the monster did her for five minutes with his dick almost fully hard (46 inches) before letting her go and grabbing two more women from the pile around him.

“You now!” He said to the bitches, which he crammed against his cock like a sandwich: their massive bosoms and trimmed abs crunched against the tasty filling of man-meat, their bodies being lifted up and down by the stallion’s muscular arms, cumming and squirting while their tits lactated pints of thick milk on both the cock and each other.

The monster lifted his head and roared, his manly sounds making the room quake harder and pieces of the ceiling fall above us. Waterfalls of spunk rained from holes that he had drilled above, and we opened our mouths to drink from his jizz whenever we couldn’t get it straight from the source. The magnificent stud jacked off with those two bodies for five minutes before he lifted them both above his cock and, still squeezing one woman against the other, pierced both their cunts, alternating between each orifice while cumming like a horse—or ten thousand horses!—all the time.

I was amazed by how long that orgasm was taking. The monster usually came for five to ten minutes at a time before pausing for a bit and “reigniting” his dick with a new pounding session, but now he was just cumming to no end, changing pussies in his dick while continuously unloading swimming pools of spunk. That was madness, utter madness, and my womanly core was beyond sore and bloodied after such relentless battering from my fingers.

“Jesus fucking Christ!!” I screamed aloud. “Get these bitches over with so you can fuck me!! Me!!” My tits squirted gallons of milk on his back, then his face as he turned around to face me. Finally, while still double-pounding those women, the man actually said with a super-deep voice, such a low-pitch that he actually managed to communicate solely with me among that humongous, horny crowd: “very well, my beauty. I’ll be over with them soon.”

His “soon,” of course, took two more hours. I was actually confused in regards to what was reality and what wasn’t as I blinked and saw a different, obscene scene in from of me every time. At one point, two women were flying around, their bodies grossly swollen, their cunts stretched like tunnels, splashing the excessive jizz the man had come inside them, then hitting the ground as the powerful stud walked around to select his new lay.

Fast forward. The monster was pounding two women, one on top of the other, while fingering two women on the side, each on one arm. The four of them were not only cumming, but squirting gallons as sparks flew from their cunts. A quick fast forward later, and their bodies were being stretched by the monster nutting his own gallons of juice inside of them. Four giant balloons of flesh and cum were left where once four beautiful ladies existed. The excess of jizz and orgasms on its own was enough for them to pass out.

Fast forward. The beast had slammed twenty women on the ground, building a pyramid of flesh and tits before him. Their cunts were all turned to his body, and the hoses that came from those gaping, bloated holes were almost too ludicrous for even I to believe my own eyes. I passed out briefly, and when I woke up again, the monster was power-fucking those twenty holes in quick succession, filling them all with gallons of jizz before letting go of the women and letting his jizz cannons alone push them out of and away from his cock.

Fast forward. I didn’t know quite well what was happening. The monster appeared to have lined a bunch of women on the concrete walls, all of them standing side-by-side as he approached them one by one and crushed their cunts with his rod, slamming them against the wall so hard that cracks grew all the way to the ceiling and pieces of the concrete fell from around their bodies. When they were well-fucked and beyond passed out with orgasms, their bodies fell flat on the ground, leaving a woman-shaped crater on the wall. «Ah, that’s it!» I realized that it was pure power display: the man wanted to see how many silhouettes he could carve into the wall before he was satisfied with himself!

When he was done, in fact, the wall had been completely destroyed, with some holes even leading to the stairs on the other side, and then I blanked out again, cumming like the crazy whore I had become, imagining just what other insane, virile shit that power stud would do to the forty-something ladies that remained un-fucked in his steamy harem from Hell!

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[NSFW/+18!] The Billionaire Breeder

Part 1 – Young bull

Some men really just seem to be cut above the rest. There must be something in life—or in blood—that turns such few, lucky males so superior to the pussy boy and sissy betas around them.

Oh, I feel sorry for thinking things like that… but at the same time not sorry at all! It’s hard, especially for us girls, to be an “equalist” when some dudes are so clearly and obviously greater than their peers—and that Alpha stud I was going to meet; that potent, world-consuming Master of the Universe I was going to interview, seemed to belong on a league of its own even among the greatest men I’ve ever known; he seemed to be a god among mortals.

Many envious looks consumed my body as I entered the elevator and patiently waited for us to arrive at the top floor. It was going to be long ride: the building was four-hundred stores high, and it all belong to Mr. Reymond. In my mind, I went through all data I had read about that guy—both the known facts and the fantastic rumors, including all the confidential (literally labeled “top secret”) information sent to me by my editors—and found it more unbelievable every time I recalled it: a 18-year-old youth with a net-worth around 7.3 billion dollars. All self-made.

I know I shouldn’t be so shallow as to measure the man by his wealth, but if that number clearly showed something, it was the quality of the stud’s genes. «If he’s got the brain and the bravado to so effortlessly make so much money at such ripe, young age,» so went the reasoning in my subconscious, «then there’s nothing in the world that this guy—this Alpha!—cannot do.» He was a protector, a provider, which is what we crave for in any big, bulking Alpha.

The fact is that the stud couldn’t have a penny for his name and I still would be falling on my knees for him. Though I couldn’t look at his picture in the middle of the lift, I honestly didn’t need to, for I had it ingrained in my mind ever since I saw him in the countless magazine covers and the few papparazzi photos of him at the beach, dating one of his latest supermodels. «Fuck!» I felt my panties growing yet. «Not so soon!» I was delicately crossing my legs so as to contain my arousal, but the pressure seemed to squish the juices harder out of me.

I couldn’t help it. The guy was a god! He was a dark-manned stud with the body of a Greek god, the charm of a Hollywood star and the wealth of an Arab prince. I was breathing loud and carrse by the time the elevator got to the 300th floor, and my companion by my side cast looks of both envy and admiration, slowly coming to terms with the fact she wasn’t nearly as pretty as I. “Mr. Reymond doesn’t do many interviews.” She said, almost in a disapproving manner, and I couldn’t help but to be reminded of my own superiority—my peak status in the social (and sexual) hierarchy.

“Guess I am a lucky woman.” I discreetly adjusted my feet, and in that slight movement my breasts defied the tight confines of my white shirt, bouncing so lusciously they made rumbling noises inside the lift. My companion, who was assigned to follow me up to Reymond’s office, couldn’t stop staring at my knockers, when she wasn’t distracted by everything else in my body.

“Do you work out?” She broke protocol and let the question slip, and at that moment I knew I had asserted myself as the dominant female of the pack—without even lifting a finger!

I’d say that sometimes it’s pretty difficult being a goddess among girls… but I’d be lying. Ain’t no life easier and sweeter than this one I’ve been blessed with, as well as no pleasure greater than seeing all other women bow before you and recognize my greatness!

I flexed my arms slightly and felt the shirt stretching around them. “Four times a week.” I answered. “I’m Brazilian, you know. Us Brazilian Amazons pride ourselves for having big, beautiful bodies.”

“Oh, well.” She commented, eating my body up with her eyes. “You certainly succeeded.” She smiled. “You are very fit. I must congratulate you on your ass.” She gave my bottom a longer look. “Seriously, are you all natural??”

I flexed my glutes and felt the two massive mountains jump in my rear. I’d love to say that my ass was pure muscle, given its hardness and its power, but that wouldn’t be completely true, as a little fat is necessary to give it its characteristic shape and texture. Still, my ass was bloody hard, so uncommonly strong that even my fat happened to resemple a flexed muscle in terms of sheer hardness, and I had won not a few fitness competitions thanks only to that shapely beast.

My breasts bounced again, their grave, bubbly sounds echoing in the elevator. My follower was too distracted by many parts of my body at the same time to pay attention at just one for too long. I couldn’t blame her, for a beauty like mine could make even the most traditional of Christian girls turn into a raging lesbian.

I flexed my abs and felt the cloth of my tight shirt sink into the crevices of my 4-pack abs. Despite all my size, being a 6’2ft-tall goddess of a woman, I wasn’t so unbelievably ripped as most people—or even myself!—seemed to describe me. I was thick and built, yes, with strong arms that clearly showed a girl who loved fighting and pulling weights, but overall I was a lady-like figure who just so happened to be thick in all the right places.

I looked at my partner, who felt so small at her 5ft6in of height, and smiled. “In Brazil, they call women like me ‘mare-women.’

“‘Mare-women?’”

“Yes.” I flexed my entire body, and the fabric of my shirt and jeans were tested by the thickness of my hardened muscles. “When we get a little thick, we are called ‘mare-women’ because, you know, we resemble a horse in terms of muscles and, dare i say,” I flexed my right arms, “virility!” I flaunted its shape and hardness to her, showing the sleeves nearly ripping around its rippling biceps. “We’re strong and built like horses. That’s the special Brazilian way to call an Amazon, you know.”

I looked down and flexed my legs, and it was a good thing my jeans were so strong and well-made, for any fabric just a little weaker would have been torn to shreds by the gigantic slabs of pure muscle that were my swollen thighs. “Jesus!” The other lady gasped as I was literally forced to spread my feet apart to give my legs a bit a room. My thighs kept sweeling until the fabric filled the elevator with its loud, stretching noises, and the woman gasped as she noticed a single thigh was as thick as her hips. “Oh, my god!” Her eyes were beaming. “You’re, mm… you’re very impressive.”

“Thanks, honey.” I relaxed my body, relieving my clothes of the tremendous pressure they had been put through. “You too are very beautiful.” I smiled as the doors opened before me and I saw the bevy of women who worked on that last floor. “Everyone here is, I see.” My companion gave me a knowing look, walking me over to the billionaire’s door.

“Mr. Reymond is a very ambitious man.” Her walk became flimsier as she too recalled the image of that womanizing billionaire. “One could say he’s… hungry. Hungry for money, hungry for power, and hungry for…

“Pussy.” I nonchalantly completed for her, and she gave me a startled look as rows and rows of the tallest, most beautiful women in the world passed us by.

“You’re very forward, aren’t you?”

I gave her a humorous shrug. “I’m very Brazilian.” In front of me, a large door stood on the other side of the largest, fanciest hall in the floor. The place had windows for halls, giving me a majestic view of the city that billionaire owned. «How many souls in this city work for him?» My panties were getting so moist I felt them dripping on my legs. «How many pussies has he conquered yet?» That was supposed to be a serious interview, but I couldn’t help to let my mind wander through only the nastiest, most intimate questions possible. “This is Mr. Reymond’s room, I suppose.”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” She walked to the secretary who took guard of the room. “Please, take a seat. Mr. Reymond will be seeing you shortly.” It didn’t take long to the doors to paradise to open and beautiful woman to invite me in. “You have one hour.” She said, almost giving me a naughty smirk.

“Oh.” Not to let any sassiness unanswered, I too replied with a smile. “I think one hour won’t be nearly enough.” And then I finally entered the king’s palace, ready to meet face-to-face that guy who so quickly and absolutely had become the owner of the world.

The place was big, but fuck it. I didn’t care one damn bit for the size of the room, the expensive furniture, the rows of awards on display, or the jaw-dropping view of the city, which was laid before me by the vast windows which took over three whole sides of that place. I couldn’t give two fucks about the state-of-the-start decoration, the hip, minimalist architecture, or the expensive gadgets on display.

Fuck all that. The only thing I could care about –the only thing anyone could pay attention too—was the god standing in the very middle of the room as he turned to me with a smiled that made my pussy shower my panties and drench my legs in female nectar; a god facing me with a body so vast, shoulders so wide, and a face so perfect that immediately my legs became wobbly and I had to freeze on the ground so as not to fall. The door closed behind me, and there was a brief silence before that dark god spoke to me.

“Why do you think an hour won’t be enough, Ms. Jordani?” Jesus Christ, his voice! I swear the room rumbled once he spoke, and I sure felt, deep in my female core, every nerve shook by the power and authority that emanated from his beautiful, thick, wide lips, forged inside that thick, muscular neck of his!

“Y-you can call me Paola, if you want.” Was the first thing I answered. Damn, if I wasn’t wet… and he knew it! Oh, he had that cocky smirk I had seem so many times before—the smirk of a guy who knew he’d already conquered his lay! What to other men it usually took hours of effort, to him it was a matter of seconds—if that long. “Y-you…” I had to clear my throat and squeeze my legs tighter so as not to completely embarrass myself. “You probably have a lot to talk about, so… such an interesting life can hardly be summarized… in just one hour, right?”

The giant man allowed a silent pause of a few seconds before walking over to me, making my body panic as nervous beads of sweat appeared in my forehead. “I certainly have a lot of things to do.” His body grew more gigantic as the distance between us was shortened. “I don’t care too much about the interview.” His smile grew more devilish as he walked, swinging his hips with effortless bravado. “I’m more interested on the interviewer.”

«What the fuck??» My mind exploded, a mix of offense and arousal taking over my body. «Is he doing that now?! So quick?!» The bastard hadn’t even waited for a few questions to make a move on me! I mean, I knew he was powerful, but goddamned! Was he really so god-like that he thought the could make such moves on stranger and not expect any bad repercussions?

I cleared my throat and tried to be professional. My stammering betrayed me as soon as the very first word: “M-Mr. Reymond, p-please.” Goddamn it! “L-let’s be professional.” My voice all by died out, however, when the stud stood still right in front of me, his towering height leaving me speechless.

“When I saw you on TV, Paola, I knew I had to have you.” He raised his hands to his shoulders and took off his expensive tuxedo, throwing it on the floor with absolute disregard. “Today, I’m going to see if you feel just as hot inside as you look outside.” He undid the top button of his shirt, the other ones soon to follow.

I dropped my briefcase on the ground, where it cracked open and let some sheets of paper fly around my feet. I was speechless, my quivering lips being the only response I could give for that gigantic male undoing his white shirt in front of me. I knew what I had to do… and I knew I wouldn’t do it! No woman can act normal next to a perfect male specimen like that. «With any other man…» My mind raced as I bit and sucked my lower lip, «with any… other man!… I would have left and #metoo’ed his ass. But this… this ain’t a man!» I crossed my legs while still standing. «This is a god.»

I saw his flesh beneath the shirt, and all my insides dried out with the sheer arousal, the fire that consumed me. “Fuck.” The beast was pure muscle. His shoulders and his chest seemed to go on forever, with the first muscles of his ripped abs shining before me. His dark, bronzed skin was almost shining with the health of a perfect breed… and a perfect breeder.

I saw his biceps flexing and stretching his sleeves as he tore the rest of the shirt opened, revealing his whole torso to me. «Perfection.» My mind exploded, and so did my cunt.

“H-h-how…?” A silly question came out through my throat: “h-how big are you??” The monster smiled as he let the rays of the sun bounce on his body and make it shine.

“There are so many was I can answer that.” The monster flexed his muscles without even wanting too. I saw the ripples of his fibers flowing like waves from his crotch to his shoulders, the big, bulging veins feeding his armor of muscles with pints of blood every second. “In height, I could answer I am 8’6ft-tall.” My pussy immediately swelled to double its size at that moment, bursting with so much lube that a dark sport quickly formed in my hips. “In weight,” the monster flexed his chest and his arms, making every muscle acquire obscene volume and hardness, “I’m afraid I’m on the heavy side.” He smiled, looking at my quivering lips, my panting chest, and my trembling, wet legs. “I’m a 600-pound bull with enough muscles to tear through concrete.” He raised his arm. “See.”

He flexed his biceps. The bulging muscle tore through the sleeve of his shirt without resistance, in the blink of an eye, and then he just kept flexing his monster until that beast of a biceps grew larger than my own head, threads of the sleeves falling from his arms as his shirt was ruined. He lifted the other arm and destroyed the other sleeve with a single flex, making his chest and his abs harden along with his beautiful guns, his whole body shining with an aura of power and firmness that made me both terrified and deeply horny.

My eyes wandered down his body and counted the near-endless rows of muscles on his abs. The beasts were salient and rumbling, with thick veins bulging and throbbing over them, like oil ducts powering his machine-like strength. “Jesus…” My voice came out slow and molten, like honey poured on my tongue. The beast had a 12-pack—the only man I’ve ever met with so many muscles. “You’re…!!” When I looked up to him, my neck literally hurt. “You’re a god!”

The eighteen-year-old musclebound multibillionaire relaxed his muscles and moved his hands to his hips, slowly unbuckling his belt. “You haven’t seen god yet.” With a loud *tang!* he undid his belt, and the gesture allowed me to gaze longingly at his ridiculously thick legs. I was a big, strong girl, yet even with my massive ass his thighs were wider then my own hips. A drop of saliva drooled from my lips as I watched him throw the belt away and then move his hands apart, making a inviting motion with his fingers. “Come.” The god commanded. “Lower my pants for me.”

A thousand different sensations rushed through my body as I stood between a HAND and a hard place, knowing so clearly what I wanted to do, but still refusing to give in to my deepest, filthiest desires. I looked at him and shook my head, without a thread of  conviction in my motion. “N-no.” I answered, and the god made no movement or expression. After a long silence, he simply laid his knuckles on his hips and commanded: “now.”

My heart sank. I whimpered loudly as a rush of hot juices exploded through my cunt. My womb felt pierced by the words of that quality breeder, my very female core shaken by his abundant masculinity. To my shock, my knees were hitting each other thanks to the shaky state of my legs, and soon enough I found myself collapsing on the ground, my knees on the floor and my forehead soon to follow, shaken by the burning sensations in my hips. “Jesus… oooh!!!” I moaned aloud, and hot gushes of juices stained my jeans. “Fuck, ooh…! What is happening?!”

My pussy was squirting—not just any squirt, but a literal firehose of nectar on my jeans making a gooey puddle grow around my knees. I felt the monster stepping closer, and the heat of his body made mine burn even hotter, with explosions of juices making my pussy sore as my tits began to swell and burn with the milk inside them.

The monster looked to my massive jugs and chuckled, almost in approval of what he saw. “You are a fertile mare.” His smirk gained demonic contours. “A mare-woman, isn’t that right? You truly are the most gorgeous Brazilian I’ve ever fucked.”

“Fuck!!” The way he talked like he already possessed me never failed to extract more powerful gushes from my cunt, and at that moment I felt the lubes bursting even outside of my jeans, forming a massive puddle around my body. My jeans and shorts were absolutely ruined as my eyes nearly popped out of my skull, the pleasure like I was going to fucking explode. “Jesus fucking Christ!!” I looked up to that god, tears flowing down my cheeks. “What the fuck…?! Aaah!!”

The beast lifted one hand to my chin and stroked it. “Lactate for me.” My chest hardened—my pectorals flexing on their own. Multiple veins sprawled over my tits, which stiffened and added immense pressure with the gallons of milk inside them. The cream burst so hard from my nipples that I felt them almost torn up by the intensity, with such heat as to almost make steam. My white shirt was soaked with my milk, and soon the place was filled with the sounds of my creamy pellets dripping on the floor.

“Jesus!!” I felt the masses flowing out of my boobs as the monster guided their flow:

“Harder.” The milk burst ferociously from my tits in a loud, gushing sound. I felt the urge of tearing my clothes up and freeing my knockers, relieving them from the pressure that made them hurt so badly. “Oh, fuuck!!!” I gave in to the panic, tearing my shirt out and throwing it away to reveal my muscular body; my sculpted shoulders and wall-like muscular back, my hard breasts and my ripped, shredded abs to that hungry monster.

“Cum harder.” He commanded, and my pussy obeyed: juices burst from them like hydrants, and the whole floor quickly began to be covered by the waves of so many lubes. I never knew I could make so much of them so quickly! I felt like I was pissing myself, but it was even more extreme than that: my insides burned, and felt liquefied with all that power and pressure! I felt like dying and resurrecting almost immediately, my whole being becoming lighter, yet also heavier with all the pressure and the flames. “Jesus!!!”

The monster cracked his knuckles as he nonchalantly issued another command: “lift your chest. Hose my pants and my hips with your milk. Now.”

I did so instantly, without even seeing a thing, for my eyes had rolled-up with so much pleasure my sockets were almost pure white. My tits throbbed visibly and exploded with milk all over the man’s pants, painting him white. My broth splashed on his abs and sprinkled his massive chest as the beast grunted and growled with visible pleasure, his milk-soaked jeans revealing a formidable bulge through their tight, wet fabric.

«Oh, my god!» My eyes, as with many things in that place, couldn’t believe what they saw. The monster’s soft penis created a bulge so large it felt like a whole arm going down his legs. I panted and creamed myself harder before that massive bulge, which went far below the man’s knees.

I looked up and let my amazement be known: “fuck!! You’re huge even there?!!” And the king calmly replied: “Yes, sweetie. Especially there.” He snuck his fingers inside his pants and pulled them lower, leaving the rest to me: “pull my pants down. Now.” I obeyed. His words were my will. I couldn’t resist, nor would I ever want to: I placed my hands on those pants and pulled them down, soon realizing how tight they felt on that man’s legs. “Fuck!!” I muttered, my tits squirting milk a different intervals all the time. “You’re so fucking built!!” I kissed his waist and licked it, coating his abs with my tongue. “Fuck, you… you’re a god.”

The monster grabbed my hair and pulled it, effortlessly lifting my body up to his abs, which I licked, bit, sucked, kissed, and worshipped. Fuck!! My pussy was consumed by a deadly fire as my tongue darted deep in the valleys of that mountain chain of muscles, gushing hard as I took bites of every one of his manly muscles and licked his pack from bottom to top, degrading myself to a mere bitch worshiping her owner.

As abruptly as he had pulled my hair, the man dropped me back on the floor. “I love the reaction of my women upon seeing my cock for the first time.” He smiled, feeling my hands caressing his legs, wrapping my fingers around that bulge under his jeans. “I am a hung god. A bull. A stud. And I will breed you, my Brazilian slut. I will breed you now.” He took my chin and pulled my face up. I was crying! My tits were squirting milk and my cunt was gushing all the time, a shadow of the proud Amazon I once was. “Do you want my seed in your womb?” I nodded and whimpered a pathetic ‘yes.’ “Then very well, my child.”

He let go of my chin, and my forehead hit his waist. “Then get to work.”

I flexed my biceps and my abs as I pulled his jeans lower, revealing the outrageous amount of hard muscles in his legs. Jesus, that guy seemed he was bulking up just as I undressed him, the fibers of his muscles rippling and stretching every time he breathed.

The mass of his monster cock made my job much harder. My jaw dropped and my tongue rolled out of my mouth as I saw the base of his shaft, easily thicker than the flexed biceps of an average man. “Oh, my god!” The beast seemed aroused by my hot breath on his shaft, grunting and roaring as he grabbed my head again and pulled it against his exposed flesh.

“Jesus… fuck!!” I wanted to say a lot of things to him, but my body was completely paralysed by the delicious sensation of having that beast of a dong in my mouth. The girth of his shaft alone was enough to enrapture me in a wave of orgasms that sent my pussy cumming like never before. I’ve had my fair share of big-dicked men in life, but that was ridiculous. I was panting, moaning, then screaming on that dick as I licked and drooled over it, the puddle of my lubes and milk growing at a ludicrous pace around my knees. “Fuck!!! This dick belongs to an elephant.”

The stud gave me a beautiful smile. “I am more endowed than that.” He grabbed his bulge with a hand and squeezed it, making my heart stop as I could even see the veins of the creature beneath the fabric. “Be a good girl and get your daddy clean and wet.” He squeezed that bulge again, and the cock throbbed as in a violent response to his own touch.

I undid my pants and lowered them, giving my ass and my cunt a little air. “Yes, daddy!” The beast saw my massive, steel-hard ass while I sucked the base of his cock and struggled to pull his jeans any lower, the muscles of my back hardening and flexing as I exerted more power on that piece of clothing.

The beast produced deep, rumbling sounds which echoed all over the room, a sign of approval before everything he saw in my body. For a while, I felt confident, even arrogant near that man, as if my initial fear had been unsubstantiated, and I had in fact some change of actually turning the tables on hi…

“FUCK!!” As I pulled his jeans to about half his thighs, the bulging meat of his cock punched my face, throbbing with as many veins as I could count. The thing was bent and twisted, almost as if there was too much cock for even his massive legs to hold. That piece of man-meat alone was easily over eight inches long, and I hadn’t even uncovered a third of his legs yet! What’s more, despite it’s absurd hardness and sturdiness, the cock was actually… soft! “Jesus Christ!!” That soft cock had more veins, girth, and strength than a literal hard horse cock. “Fucking shit!!” I looked to the man and vented. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!”

He rolled his eyes. “This my penis, whore.” He grabbed the monster with his hand, encircling it with his index and thumb. “You see? It isn’t even beginning to get hard yet!”

“You… fucker!” I lifted my hand to the cock, and then… I came. “FUCK!!!” My screams were far too many to be counted and too loud to be resisted as I experienced thousands of orgasms rolled into one. “FUUUCK!!!” The windows shook as my body went through that nerve-splitting tsunami of orgasms.

The energy from his dick seized my wrist like electricity, sending orgasmic shockwaves down to my cunt. I had visions of many different planets as my body travelled through space and time and my muscles throbbed and hardened on their own, my entire body flexing and bulking with the surge of energy feeding my nerves.

There was a loud, tearing noise on the room, and once I realized what had happened, my jeans had a massive rip on my left thigh. Another ripping noise came, and it was the turn on my right thigh to completely tear the jeans apart. I was shaking like a vibrator on the ground, experiencing enough orgasms to pop a few nerves behind my eyes, which were flooded with blood. Drops of scarlet dripped on the ground as the monster caressed my face with his huge fingers and cleared it from the blood, trying to make my orgasms just a little less… deadly. “Hush, hush, little child. It’s completely normal for your first try.” The monster smiled, rubbing the exposed flesh of his serpent on my face. “Most women pass out when they touch my dick.”

I looked to that monster cock, seeing everything red thanks to the blood in my eyes. Even if his energy wasn’t so maddening, the mere fact that I was grabbing that soft dick without my fingers meeting on the other side was enough manliness to make me cum. The veins throbbed so hard they actually moved my fingers away—or made them hurt whenever I tried to squeeze them back. I grabbed that beast with both hands and squeezed it, my biceps bulging loudly as I crushed that penis and… felt nothing! My fingers didn’t cave into that meat, and the cock didn’t seem to react in the slightest to my touch! I crushed it and crushed it and crushed it, yet that snake never bulged a millimeter; the hardest, most massive piece of flesh I had ever felt; a soft cock that was harder than my biceps at their hardest! “Fuck me!!”

I came for more ten minutes as I looked up to the man, crying loudly, expressing my amazement with the only words a woman could use to a god like him: “you must be so hard when you fuck! I can’t imagine your hardness and your power when you… when you!!…” I spread my legs farther, gushing juices on the floor. “When you fuck me hard!!”

The monster caressed my cheeks and my chin again, answering in a very condescending tone: “you cannot take me. Not without passing out.” He pointed to his cock. “My monster still waits for fresh air.” His cocky grim made me aroused just as it made me furious. “Stop wasting my time… whore.”

Shaken by countless orgasms, I submitted to his will, tamed my orgasms, and went back with my eager hands to his pants, pulling them down to reveal inch after inch after inch of that daunting beast as his balls finally broke free and… shattered all my preconceived notions on male anatomy—specifically, on the size, the hardness, the ripeness of two raging, Alpha stud testicles.

They were big. The biggest bull balls I’d ever seen!

Part 2 – Enter the Harem

«You’ve got… to be fucking… kidding me!!» I felt my brain electrified as I held in my hands the thick cock of that musclebound billionaire. The kid had just turned eighteen, yet he flaunted the dick of a god in his waist!

My body was shaking and my chest was heaving. Simply holding that cock gave me more orgasms than I’d ever felt with any other man in my life! The monster stud caressed my cheeks, smiling like he knew how absolutely in control he was. “My god-cock is waiting to be worshipped, slut.” The teenage billionaire growled, with his voice deeper than a thunder. “Keep pulling it, you Brazilian whore.”

I rarely obeyed to commands as crass and unrefined, but that stud clearly bypassed all my rules. With a wimpy voice, I answered: “y-yes, m-master,” and kept pulling his pants down, exerting tremendous effort on my shapely biceps just to move the cloth on his thighs. Each of his legs were wider than my hips, and I was having one hell of a hard time finding out where to concentrate first: my lips cherished those hyper-muscular, uber-thick legs with long, wet kisses, bites, and suctions, but it was clear that the monster cock got the lion’s share of my attention.

As I panted and grunted while trying to get those pants down, I opened my mouth fully and tried to eat the monster dick that was already exposed—though I found out that my full mouth could hardly gobble up even half of that monster’s girth. «Jesus Christ! » I choked and drooled on the cock, resigning myself to chew it and coat it all with my saliva. «How fucking thick!!» The kid had the cock of an elephant in his waist, and surely the confidence of a god as he grabbed my head with both hands and guided it up and down his exposed shaft, feeling my saliva coat the monster member completely.

“Yes, yes, whore.” He shut his eyes briefly, approving my bites and my suctions on his member. “Be a good Brazilian whore and worship this horse. I want to be very wet when I breed you.” My body convulsed and my tits hosed his thighs with more cups of milk. My pussy was gushing loudly on the floor as a 10ft-wide puddle of lube had been formed around our bodies. Not only was I fighting the sheer size of that penis on my mouth and the tightness of his pants on my legs, I had to deal with the extreme physical reactions of my body thanks to my mind-boggling orgasms.

I was literally being struck by waves of multiple orgasms every single second as I brought that bull’s pants as low as his knees, exposing fifteen inches of ungodly thick penis followed by the two biggest balls I’d ever seen on any living creature. “OH, MY GOD!!” The shock was so absolute I threw myself away, hitting my back on the floor, and then shivered at the sight of those two impressive orbs I had just released.

The monster chuckled, leading one hand to his knees and grabbing a single ball with it. As he lifted it up, his biceps swelled so hard I could literally hear the muscles tensing up, with veins bulging along his powerful arm as he exerted enormous effort to move a single testicle in his sack. The large, tumid ball throbbed so hard I also could hear it, seeing the fat loads of semen flowing inside its ducts, filling the ball sack up with his fertile, healthy sperm.

“Each of my balls weights fifty pounds.” The beast said, letting the balls slowly fall as he dropped it, seeing the testicle only very calmly return to its regular position, like a metal sinking in tar. I saw the two jewels side by side, startled by how they didn’t even fit between his legs. The monster held the second ball on his other palm and lifted it, displaying a roadmap of veins and arteries in his limb as the biceps bulged to enormous proportions.

All the muscles of that dark-maned god stud were flexing and dancing before me, making my body delirious with orgasms. Having stopped gushing for a moment, my pussy reverted to gushing powerful bombs of nectar straight on that dark god’s body, showering him with my juices as he laughed and opened his mouth to catch a few of my sprinkles. His vast, bull-like body was washed with my squirt as I hit my head against on the ground and screamed my heart out.

The door behind me opened. A beautiful, blond supermodel stuck the head inside the room and asked: “s-sir?” She too was immediately intimidated by everything she saw. “Would you… oh, my god!… would you like some p-privacy… on the floor?”

The monster gazed deeply at her. The woman started panting and shaking just as I was, squeezing her legs against one another to avoid the rush of fluids her womb was secreting. The monster displayed his fat, bountiful genitalia along with his armor of muscles to her, then answered with a voice I can only describe as thunder coated in honey: “no. Call the other girls.” He smiled. “You can gather there, in the room, as I lay with this new flesh.”

The beast flexed his muscles, highlighting his insane 12-pack abs and his king-sized chest. There was a sloshing sound coming from the door, and as I got a better hold of my orgasms I realized that the woman had also squirted, cumming with the gratuitous display of masculinity from that stud. “I want you all to see what will do to this woman. How I can lay her like no one else can. How I can fuck her like I stallion, pound her like a bull, breed her like an elephant.” He squeezed his throbbing balls, proving a point. A thick, growling sound of juices sloshing inside that gonad was heard everywhere in the room, and the woman supported herself in the door so as not to fall on the ground, betrayed by her quivering legs. The monster smirked only more arrogantly. “Tell me, Sarah.” He squeezed his massive ball harder. “How many gallons of seed do you think this ball has?”

That monster must have clearly been joking when he said “gallons.” «An exaggeration that somehow highlights the truth, » I thought, looking down at his crotch and being struck by overwhelming fear, however, as I saw the loads of jizz coursing constantly inside his ducts. I gulped, realizing that “gallons” might not have been an exaggeration. «Jesus Christ, these balls are ridiculous! » Even for his massive hands, a single testicle easily overwhelmed the reach of his palm. «They’re the two biggest… hardest things I ever saw!!»

I laid my head on the ground again and closed my eyes, suffering under another ludicrous jolt of pleasure. “GOD!!” I screamed, hosing that body with my juices. The other woman too fell on the ground, on all fours, panting and crying as her pussy exploded in intervals with powerful loads. “Oh, god, I… I…” She still tried to speak, her eyes tearing up and breasts almost breaking free from her dress. “God, you hold many gallons in that ball!!”

“How many gallons?” The monster continued, squeezing his huge gonad and making us both hear the coarse sound of his semen being compressed inside it. We both lost our minds as I squirted and lactated whole buckets, and the woman pressed her face against the floor to withstand the massive orgasms of her pussy. Another woman seemed to appear in the room, covering her mouth in shock while admonishing to the blonde: “Sarah, come on!! You’re making a mess!!” Poor Sarah tried to replied, but her voice was silent under a barrage of orgasms. “Sarah, please! You’re squirting everywhere!!”

The monster chuckled as his held his other ball and played with the two magnificent testicles at the same time, walking closer to me as those virile babies throbbed with power in his hands. “Just like you girls have extreme bosoms, I have extreme testicles.” He smirked just like a rich child flaunting his wealth to his less fortunate peers. “I like showing off whenever I can. Unlike other men, I can get naked before a woman and drive her mad just with the sight of my masculinity.” Just to prove his point, he lifted the balls over my gushing cunt, letting my saliva on his cock drip back on me. The ooze had been warmed up by the balls and somehow “infected” by their raging masculinity; when it dripped on me, I felt like he was already sprinkling cum on my core, which drove me over the edge… again!

“GOD!!” I gushed powerful juices in his waist, showering him so hard many of the juices splashed in my face. Sarah too was hypnotized by the balls, and so was the other brunette woman that had arrived in the room, peeking inside Reymond’s office to see just what the hell was going on.

“M-master Reymond,” her mouth let it slip. It seemed that the term “master” replaced the formal “mister” in that office. The young, big-dicked billionaire sighed with a dissimulated discontent, looking at those two women paralyzed with pleasure on the door. “Come in, you whores.” He flexed his muscles. “All of you, come. I have too much seed for even this Brazilian mare, anyway.” Part of me wanted to protest, but most of me could only scream and shower him with squirts as those two pussycats crawled into the room, failing to even close the door behind them.

Within seconds, Reymond had three beauties before his genitalia. “Who wants to worship this monster cock?” He asked, and before his final word was finished the two woman launched themselves to his balls, attacking it like ravenous animals while I tried to control my orgasms and regain command on my muscles. The beast grunted and growled as the two tongues and fat pairs of lips sucked and covered his member in goo. The blonde woman crammed her face in his balls and motor-boated them, soon making them rain with her saliva and spit as she pushed those testicles harder against herself.

“Jesus Christ, Reymond!” Her amazement was glaring. “How come you have balls bigger than a bull’s?!” She literally tore her cleavage off, revealing her immense, double-D-sized breasts and pushing them against his balls. Reymond had a sack so bulging and virile his balls really competed with her bosom in size!

“You know my blood.” The monster flexed his muscles, and the two beauties were stricken by countless orgasms as they felt his virile body as hard as steel. “I’m a perfect male specimen. A supreme breeder made to knock out many lush wombs as yours.”

“Arrogant stud!” The other woman pumped his dick with both hands and her bosom, trying hard not to lose focus and worship those heavy seed-makers too. The monster, however, pulled her by the hair and lifted her in the air like she was nothing; a 5’8ft-tall woman with decent muscles on her body lifted like a plume, to the amazement of us both.

“Maybe you’d like a reminder of what I can do.” The bitch wailed in the air, crying like a dog as the monster grabbed the other woman and pulled her away from his genitalia. His eyes darted back to me, who was hosing their three bodies with my abundant pussy nectar. “Paola, maybe you would like a sneak peek of my fertility.” He flexed his thighs, highlighting his two monster balls. God, if that wasn’t the absolute symbol of virility!

Unceremoniously, the monster threw both women on the ground, making his office tremble as they crashed like heavy sex dolls on the floor, then he tore his pants away to free his body from the constraints of their cloth. My eyes almost exploded from my skull as I beheld his glorious lower body, now fully naked before me. “GOD!!” The words burst naturally from my throat. “OH, YOU GOD!! GOD!!” My tits gushed milk so hard they painted his shoulder and his massive biceps white. “Oh, you fucking god!! You…!! You…!!” My pussy was unloading as hard as a machine gun. “You powerful stud!!”

The monster grabbed his dangling, semi-hard cock in his waist. Now even his hand failed to completely encircle the mammoth penis. “A powerful stud? You haven’t even seen me studding a woman.” He looked to the two panting secretaries in front of him, both so gorgeous they easily belonged on catwalks. “Let me unload my jizz on these two ladies so I can get my dick warmed up.” He smirked, massaging his balls with one hand while he stroked his dong with the other.

Only then I could see his full genitalia finally exposed. The man turned his side to me, giving me a view of his profile, and the shade of his monstrous member against the strong lights of the windows was a powerful enough image to be burned in my mind forever! How the fuck could I describe that cock?! The beast was only semi-hard, yet it easily surpassed the largest, thickest cock I’d ever had threefold!

«Oh-my-god!!» I felt my pussy and clit quivering like a Naja tail. “Oh-my-fucking-god!!” Bursts of lubes hit the man’s body. It was insane! As he briefly let his cock dangle to the ground, I saw that it almost hit the floor! Not only that, but the monster was so unrealistically thick that “third leg” wasn’t just a tongue-in-cheek expression to him; it was fucking literal! “How fucking thick is you dick?!” I blurted out, my mind boiling in curiosity.

The monster stopped his walk towards those two beautiful bunnies, looking briefly at me while he shook his gargantuan rod. “I’m about three-and-half-inches wide when I’m soft. Don’t worry.” His apologetic tone was almost sincere. “I get much thicker when I’m hard.” I suffered more orgasms as my mind processed that number: «three and a half inches… wide?!» Was the beast really so large that it was easier to measure his width instead of girth? What the fuck was that creature?!

The powerful billionaire leaned over to his women and grabbed one of their shirts. I didn’t even see what happened as, in the middle of a blink, the monster tore both her shirt and her bra out, exposing her torso. He slapped and squeezed her tits playfully, treating her like a toy before grabbing her pants and effortlessly tearing them off. Ripping those clothes off was so easy to him his muscles didn’t even bulge. Only the drenched panties remained on that blonde girl, and he easily torn them with a flick of two fingers: *snap!* The woman panted and creamed his face with lubes just before he turned it to the other gal.

The action was repeated: his hands tore whatever cloth remained in her body, then they quickly ripped her panties away. Both ladies were naked, their fat cunts throbbing and gushing while their tits smacked against their own faces, both bosoms so large they dangled around like huge basketballs of hard flesh. The monster grabbed his cock and slapped it on a palm, like a thug handling a club. “Who wants to be inseminated first?” The virile Alpha smacked his cock on the blond girl, who screamed as her tits and belly were battered by that beat club. The monster lifted his cock with both hands and threw it down with violence against her.

What followed was a bloody massacre. Literally: blood was coming from the blonde’s nose as the beast repeatedly battered her with his semi-hard cock. The room rumbled and the floor quaked as the dick fell time and time again on the body, the blows so hard she was bouncing on the ground and meeting the dick midair: *boom!! Boom-boom-boom-booom!!*

I saw the floor getting red as the playboy teenager turned her body on the ground and smacked her shapely, muscular back with his cock. Her fit, athletic body bounced and quivered under every ferocious blow, and those were growing in speed just as they were in intensity. Soon, the monster was literally whipping her body, her back all bruised as blood was sprinkled on the brunette’s face by her side. While all that happened, the dick grew harder and the balls bounced lively on the stud’s waist. His smile was captivating as it was terrifying. “How do you like that beating?”

The poor woman could only reply: “I’m fucking loving, daddy!! Oh, please, daddy, beat me!! Beat me as hard as you can, daddy!! You can go harder than that, daddy, please, oh, daddy, please, please!!”

The monster grabbed the poor blond thing by the hair and lifted her quickly in the air; so fast, in fact, that a gush of air hit my body, and then he looked at her with a smile so nasty it could have belonged to Satan himself. “You want it hard, right?” He crushed his monster dong in his grip, making the veins swell ever thicker. “Already. I will give your hard.”

Then he pounded her. Oh, god, how he pounded her! My heart froze and my pussy stopped cumming as I saw the massacre he did with his prick: swinging the monster like a club, he repeatedly battered the blonde’s body, which in turn swung and dangled madly in the air. Blood was sprinkled the brunette as she too watched the blows get stronger and quicker, the dick swinging side to side while hitting the woman’s hips, breasts, and face.

The god held his prick up high and smacked it in the middle of her body. She was flung backwards, then back to him as his grip on her hair never relented, then he swung his dick on her again and again and again, beating her until her breasts were shaking so hard you could hear the milk violently sloshing inside them.

“GOD!!” She screamed, and a load of blood gushed from her mouth and nose. The monster threw her face down on the ground, and her massive breasts gushed with milk. A large, gooey white puddle was formed around her chest as the male positioned his legs on each side of her waist, grabbing his cock much harder as his balls swung gloriously in hips. With animalistic growls, he looked like he was barely in control of himself always holding back so as not to assault that woman with mortal blows. “Is that beating good enough for you, my princess?”

As I saw the gargantuan tool in his hands—the tip of it reaching as high as the middle of his pecs!—the blonde girl squirmed and puked blood on the floor, turning her head to him and smiled. “You used to be stronger, stud.” That seemed to both arouse and enrage the monster, and his next blow came without announcement or any sort of telegraphing; the beast just squeezed his cock with both hands and smacked it down on her back, crushing the woman so violently on the ground I soon heard a loud and distinctive *crack!*

I covered my mouth as I looked to the body and saw a few cracks on the ground around the woman. The beast didn’t even wait her to regain her breath as he battered her powerfully and mercilessly with his dick, the beating making painful, agonizing rumbles all over the room. The cracks grew bigger and more visible on the floor, and the woman’s body started to slowly sink on it as the monster rejoiced on his power, throwing his cock again and again and again on her back until even my body was jumping on the ground thanks to the strength of the impact.

The blonde girl squirmed and shouted and creamed herself every time the dick hit her bruised, battered back and crushed her body brutally on the ground. A large crack was soon heard, and the tiles of the floor violently crashed as the woman was pushed inside the floor, carved maybe a few inches deep into the ground as the beast didn’t relent his pounding.

With every powerful swing, his dick grew just a bit longer and thicker, so much so that the monster couldn’t even grab two thirds of his own girth with a single hand. Every time he lifted his cock, I saw it reaching as high as his chin. That eighteen-year old stud had twice the cock of a horse and the width of an elephant’s paw! He was simply monstrous!

The beating grew so fast that the room was constantly, violently shaking, with my body and the brunette’s moving around as the blonde girl was nailed into the ground. The beast roared and expelled steam through his nostrils, his body temperature growing so hot that a faint aura of steam surrounded him. He didn’t ask her if she could withstand more of that beating; he just beat her, and at one moment he started to draw blood from her back, painting his cock, his balls, his hips and his abs red.

The cock moved up-and-down so fast that it soon seemed like several different cocks all at once. A little later, all these cocks disappeared into one large blur, and the body on the blonde was nailed like a piece of work under an industrial machine on the ground: her body sunk deeper very quickly before our eyes, and the cracks grew so large and plentiful the floor started turning to dust. A huge crater had been formed around her as her body sunk a few more inches in just one second, exposing the pipelines under the floor and then bending their metal.

The monster repeatedly smacked her, still feeling his cock somewhat soft. The 8’6ft-tall muscle monster had enough cock to please even a literal mare, yet that still wasn’t all his power and virility. As his blows grew even more vicious and terrifying, the blond secretary finally relented: “please, stop!!” She screamed, and loads of blood poured from her mouth and nose. “I’m done!! I’m can’t take it anymore, stud!”

To my surprise—for the monster didn’t seem like one who took orders from anyone—, the billionaire held his dick firmly in the air, his engorged cockhead throbbing in the middle of his pecs as he gazed upon the bloodied, bruised back of his female. “Was that enough dick for you?” The blond girl them turned around, weeping as she pressed her back on the floor and turned her up her tits, which were also bruised and leaking milk. Her entire body was covered with bruises, and her once angelic face was a little bit swollen on some spots. Still, she looked at her stud and smiled, right before spreading her legs for him, offering her swollen cunt for the taking.

“I want five kids this time.” She said, shivering like a pussy in heat. The monster’s grimace alone would have gotten any female pregnant. I could literally feel his heat burning my skin from afar. Then, to the blonde’s disappointment, the monster just turned around and walked to the brunette woman on her side, who shivered and immediately begged as she saw those dozens of inches of hard god-cock threatening her: “please, no! I’m not a freak like her!!” She joined her hands and begged. “No beating, please!”

The monster pumped his monster dong with a single hand while massaging the balls with the other. It’s customary for size queens like me to refer to really endowed balls as “big as oranges” or “big as pomegranates,” but those balls were a level beyond that; even the biggest, hardest, juiciest of pomegranates couldn’t hold a candle to the size of those nuts. They were larger than Easter eggs and just a tad bit smaller than American footballs, each getting rounder and heavier as the mountains of jizz just piled up inside his godly sack.

The prick oozed lube from its gargantuan cumslit, and the shot that came from it was powerful enough to hit the ceiling. *Splooorsh!!* The ceiling kept dripping hot lubes down on the brunette as the monster lowered his prick to her with both arms, aiming it at her legs. “I will breed you first.” His balls contracted, reacting lively to every mention of the act. “I will knock you up with seven children this time, Valeria. What do you think?”

The brunette was taller than the blonde, but much more “classically beautiful” and aggressively feminine, with a waist so small one could wrap it fully with two big hands, yet hips and bosom so monstrously wide and large she would make Jessica Rabbit turn to her in horror and yell “you freak” to her face.

Her legs were thick and hard, the only very muscular feature of her body, and almost as good as my own gym-trained thighs. Her cunt was so tight it seemed almost ludicrous in her abundant, super-feminine body.

With a cock that large, the monster wasn’t actually going to penetrate her as he was going to tear her up in a bloodied mess! Still, the brunette hugged her waist and highlighted the massive size of her milk-full breasts, which dripped with milk from her nipples as she replied: “I still have nightmares of my last labor! Your kids are such freaking beasts!”

The monster chuckled, clearly aroused by that praise. “You see the genes you’re dealing with.” He left his cock for a while, and the beast smacked back into his own chest. «Jesus Christ! » I though, seeing the massive dong reach the middle of his pecs. With both massive, bulging arms he grabbed his balls and flaunted them with all their loud, sloshing jizz to his mate, showing just how much juice he was going to pump into her. “These balls carry the genes of a god. You can expect nothing less than very big, heavy, muscular children from me.”

She giggled, but then fell silent and somber again. “The birth took two hours. Those six bastards weighed five pounds each, you fucking monster!” Still, despite all her horror, her legs grew only further apart, almost opening up in a full split. “The doctors had to sedate me at three different points to get me through the whole ordeal.”

The monster smiled to her while still playing with his mega-balls. “Do you want my seed or not?” Then the brunette looked up to his armor of muscles, his mountain of virility, bulging and throbbing with so many thick veins everywhere, a beast of a man exhaling steam through every pore, then she marveled at his irresistible balls, so massive and heavy and full, the semen visibly flowing inside of them while his cock spewed more lubes into his body and covered his up with a massive coating of goo. A large puddle of lube was growing around his feet and touching the woman’s buttock as she spread her legs even wider and pleaded: “hose me!” With a satisfied grunt, the monster leaned down to her, and then I and the blonde watched him as he prepared to make her a mommy all over again.

He gently laid on top of her while wrapping his arms down on her armpits and grabbing her delicate shoulders from her back. If that guy had a “normal-sized penis,” or at least a penis that didn’t break so many laws of physics at once, he could have probably pierced the woman’s cunt with his tip already, but his cock was ever longer and freakier than that: his monster actually penetrated her breasts in that missionary position, crushing her entire body like a Greek column had been laid on top of her. She gasped and looked for air, and the monster arrogantly smiled to her, having reminded her of just how huge he was.

“Oh, my god, you…!!” Her eyes nearly popped out. “You’re fucking built!” Her tall, luscious body all but disappeared under the mountain of muscles of that stud. He kissed her hot and passionately, and we all heard the strong sounds of her cunt gushing his abs and hosing the ground. We both new she was experiencing the most ravishing sequence of orgasms in her life as she thrashed under her lover and hosed milk like firehoses from her tits. “GOD!!!” Her screams escaped in the brief moments the kiss was broken, and I saw a huge bulge growing in her throat, going all the way down to her chest as the sex god tongue-fucked her mouth. “GOD!! YOUR TONGUE…!!”

The stud was almost an alien judging by the size and girth of his tongue. I covered my mouth and took a deep breath when I got a brief glimpse of his sheer size; that tumid, glistening member darting inside the woman’s mouth and fucking her throat just like it was a pussy. As I saw her chest bulging all the way down to the stomach, I realized the guy must have had a tongue as long as maybe two dozen inches, and that new discovery –that new taste of his virility—got me going again: “oh, my god!!” I lifted my belly and my waist up and squirted. “GOD!!” My jets of nectar made an arc through the room, falling much beyond the couple, actually almost showering the windows as my orgasms continued.

When the monster took his tongue out of that woman, he had worked her body up for over fifteen minutes, and she was left in a state where it seemed she had been fucked by a battalion of studs already: her gaze was like a thousand-yard stare into the ceiling, and her body shivered while also staying frozen on the ground, her muscles all tense and rigid due to the overwhelming orgasms that still electrified them, as demonstrated by the constant, violent outpouring of juices from her tits and cunt. Sometimes, she found strength to shout, but even then her screams were broken and wavering, much like the cries of a dying animal: “god!! G-g-g-god!!!”

The monster looked to her cunt and performed a massive, exhausting feat of contortionism to reach it with his cock: spreading his massive legs wide enough, he lifted his massive rear until his cockhead hit the ground, and I swear I heard a crack as the humongous helmet fell hard as an iron ball between the lady’s leg. His hips were lifted about five feet high and his muscles were rippling with his otherwise perfect control of his physique, smiling as he looked up to her tits, barely seeing her face behind those mountains of milk and meat. “You can take a leave after that. When I’m done with you, you won’t be walking for two whole weeks.” And the woman simply nodded, shutting her eyes as if she knew already what to expect.

As that prick rumbled and hardened further still, piercing and stretching the woman’s diminutive cunt on its own, I battled against my own orgasms, realizing that such a cock might be too big for even a massive Amazon like me! Without further ado, the billionaire lowered his hips and stretched that cunt until I heard her hips cracking, and the woman gave a loud, piercing cry before her voice was shut, once and for all, under the tsunami of orgasms that consumed her.

Part 3 – Forty inches

I swear her hips cracked when the monster penetrated her! Such an ungodly thick cock couldn’t do any less damage when entering such a tight pussy! Jesus, the pain! The excruciating agony that ran over her body must have not been something for amateurs! Her eyes widened up and almost popped from her sockets as her face swelled and reddened, and her breasts vibrated with violent goosebumps, hosing jets of milk high up into the air while the monster simply added his tip inside of her.

I laid my fingers on my pussy and ravished it as I watched that stud fucking her. They almost seemed like two Greek sculptures getting it on –the man, above all, a symbol of supreme masculinity. «Holy shit, that’s hot! » Muscles atop muscles atop veiny muscles rippling and bulging in his 18-year-old body, a teenager so big he easily outweighed and out-muscled a horse! «And certainly out-cocked one too! » I licked my lips while my cunt burned, watching the endless mast of that breeding bull.

His cock was so large that the boy held his hips very high only to pierce that woman with his head. Fuck! I could hear her muscles stretching and her skin being torn apart as that monstrous head invaded her! The monster wasn’t yet fully hard, yet the tip of his cock was as wide as an American football at its widest!

The monster betrayed pure concentration and arousal. He stared up to his woman, seeing her quiver and shake in mad orgasms as he entered her. Gushes of milk exploded through her tits, and her cunt, after the initial cock, soon followed with an ocean of milk. There was no exaggeration in saying that she literally expelled an ocean through her cooch as the monster added more inches violently into her, making her belly bulge and her inwards be stretched like not even a horse could stretch her.

The beast growled, his muscles rippling like he was exerting tremendous effort to pierce that bitch. Licking her bellybutton, biting and pulling out her skin, the teenage stud briefly smiled before howling: “tight cunt! Oh, my breeding mare!!” And he pushed three inches inside her, lodging over eight inches of monster cock inside the poor woman, who screamed.

My jaw-dropped and my eyes almost popped-out when I saw the huge bulge rising on her belly. That monster had not only pierced through, but absolutely wrecked her cervix, and his penis was now bloating her womb like she had a full baby there! The orgasms were quick to follow –both in her body as on mine. «JESUS!!» My tits hardened and I felt my milk on my own face! They were literally showering my face and bust with thick, creamy milk as my cunt unloaded massive jets of squirt all over again.

The floor was completely drenched in milk and cunt-sauce. By my side, a little far away, the blond secretary suffered under even bigger orgasms as she too saw her friend being penetrated by that stud. The monster wasn’t even pumping in her and the brunette girl was already experiencing both bliss and agony far too intense describe: her tongue was out and she was howling to the skies, screaming so high that the windows were all trembling.

“JESUS!! JESUS, PLEEEASE!!” The monster looked up and smiled once again; he was the only god there, and he made sure to let her know it: another five inches of cock were added, and then her womb was stretched beyond its place, pushed upwards in her body until I could see its outline on her skin! «Fuck!!» I thought, showering their bodies with my orgasms.

The womb and its tubes and ovaries were clearly highlighted under her skin! The monster had his cock throbbing in her and his balls swinging very slow and hard due to the outrageous load of juices they carried. He was cocked and loaded, and he could flood that womb with his seed if he damn wanted to –but no stud was a real stud if he jizzed on his woman before giving her a couple thousands of orgasms first.

“I think the months of pregnancy made you forget what is like having sex with a bull.” His muscles hardened and bulged. “Let me remind you.” He pulled his cock out and thrust it again, and the woman’s womb went a little higher up this time, to her immense despair and joy, her body jumping on the ground and hitting on the man’s chest like she was a pogo ball. Her scream was something from a horror book; a few objects of glass in the room cracked as she literally cried with that thrust, soon followed by another more brutal one.

There was a thud in the room, then a quake as the monster thrust in her one third time. Her body was dragged a little on the floor by the force of the impact, and then the man withdrew his penis once again to thrust it one more time with even greater force, picking up speed and power as he lanced her like a real stallion.

The woman was cumming so hard her tits were endless hoses of thick, steamy milk. It was no joke when I say that her body was burning from inside out, with clouds of steam literally bursting from her tits as she lactated! Her pussy was soon to follow on that heat, exploding with juices and smoke as the monster rammed her like a machine. Their bodies were fucking so hard and violently they were being dragged on the ground and up to the windowed walls, slowly but surely cracking the tiles underneath them along the way.

Then… the monster showed us what he was made of! «Oh, my god!» I covered my mouth with my other hand when that beast tapped his feet on the ground and literally cracked it with his toes! Large fissures grew around the craters on his feet, and the monster had then anchored himself to the ground while he readied to pound that woman like a herd of stallions.

He pounded her. “FUCK…!!!” A powerful scream burst from her throat before the thrusts stole all the air and energy away; she kept staring dumbfounded at the ceiling, shouting and shivering as that god-like creature hammered her with the power of Satan, a rhino plunging deep into his female and turning her insides liquid.

His monster cock unloaded lubes inside of her, and the grotesque bulge of her belly grew even larger. Her overt-stretched, battered and beaten pussy engorged before expelling all those juices out. The monster was hosed by his own juices in his pecs right as he picked up pace, hammering that woman deeper and harder as the cracks around their bodies grew. «Fuck!!» I thought and came. «Fuck!!» My pussy too was producing steam. I felt like watching two superhuman creatures fucking! If Superman existed, that’s how he would fuck Wonder Woman. “Jesus fucking Christ, stallion!!” At one point, I blurted out. “Have some mercy!!”

My scream only served to entice him, and his prick plunged into the greatest depths imaginable of that woman, sending her womb all the way up her ribcage, and then further beyond with each new thrust. He was pounding her so hard his hips began to blur in the air. The monster raised his head and literally roared, making the room rumble. Cracks grew under the brunette’s body, and her profile was slowly carved into the stone, the pressure and power of that man assaulting her like a jackhammer.

The monster held her by her neck and her shoulder before kicking in a new, more unimaginable rhythm of thrusts. If his hips had been blurry until then, now that had completely disappeared. That animal of a stud was hammering her hundreds of times every second; a power so inhuman that explosions of squirt and lubes showered the room from her pussy, followed by gushes of steam and a few sparks of electricity. “Holy fuck!!” I shouted, seeing her body electrified by so many orgasms.

The bulge was going high up to her throat. The monster was literally fucking her entire body through her cunt, and that still only covered about two-third of his cock! He was an 8’6ft-tall stallion with a cock big enough to reach his own neck, and he was making full use of his tool as he hammered that defenseless pussy into the ground.

The floor, which up to that point had resisted valiantly his pounding, caved in quickly and abruptly as most of its area was suddenly turned into dust. The two bodies were fucking now in a shallow crater on the ground, with cracks so thick they helped suck the oceans of juices out of the room. Some of them reached up to my ass and surrounded my body, which only made me more aroused and unable to divert my eyes from those two animals.

Pebbles and dust were flying all over us as the man fucked that woman. That wasn’t sex, what he was doing; it felt more like a masturbation with the whole body of a woman; an act of personal glory at the expense of the innocent, battered girls –not that she wasn’t loving every second of that carnal act, of course. The man gave her countless orgasms without even caring for her, simply using her body as jacking device and a cum dump while her inevitable reaction was row after row after row of infinite orgasms, each frying her brain and unwinding her nerves.

The woman had a completely petrified look on her face. Her body was stiff as a statue, safe for the millions of vibrations it suffered at every second, and both her tits and cunt were a hydrant endlessly shooting juices everywhere. She was seeing God, or rather, she was being fucked by God Himself! There wasn’t any way to describe that savage act if not as an absolute consumption of her being and soul, a cleansing of her humanity through her cunt and a complete rebirth made in orgasms!

As that monster displayed to us new degrees of his power, their bodies sank a little further on the ground, loudly cracking the stone and creating clouds of dusts around them. When I heard the woman’s back rubbing against something metallic, I knew she had been drilled down to the pipelines of the floor. As the monster continued to pound her, squeezing her neck and stealing what little remained of her breath, the pipes were bent under the pressure, the strong metal squashed like a biscuit with the thrusting motions of that bull.

He wasn’t using a tenth of his power. Actually, his cock wasn’t even fully hard. I could see it by the way it still bent and wobbled outside the pussy, as well as by the teen’s very casual, nonchalant expression, like all that was really just a morning routine for him. “I think it’s time to fill you up with my cum,” he suddenly declared, and I prepared to see the spectacle of his unloading.

The woman grabbed his arms and tried to pierce them with her finger, screaming as her long nails they were actually shattered in no time, suffering an avalanche of orgasms as the monster fucked her harder and faster, and the pipes burst under her back. “Aaah!!” I screamed, seeing the jets of water explode around the couple’s bodies. Still, the monster kept fucking; his focus was now complete; his roars, longer and deeper. The room was soon flooded, but the contact of the water against their bodies made it also evaporate in an instant, turning that place into a scorching sauna.

I dragged myself closer to them, not wanting to miss a thing. The balls of that bull were two bloated, jizz-ridden things, their veins so thick and powerful I could literally spot the semen flowing inside them whenever they swung back on the monster’s ass. I was so close to him I could stretch my arm and touch his powerful buttocks; those were the engines that powered his cock; the pistons that fueled his jackhammer thrusts, and they were hot! Even a few feet away from them, I could actually feel those muscles burning, and I only didn’t get any closer to the man because that would be like diving into the sun. I stayed in my place and watched the stud finish her off. What I saw, in fact, was very much worth the wait.

“Rooooaarr…!!!” With a long, thunderous roar that would scare away prides of lions, the monster suddenly stopped his movements and had his balls contract brutally, so quickly and so powerfully there was a shockwave following their contraction, and my body was pushed back into the ground by the force of his ejaculation. *Booom!!* Vast sections of those windows cracked and bursts as the shockwave rippled across the room, shattering pieces of wood and glass all over the place.

It had begun. With those violent contractions, the balls sent hundreds of gallons of jizz through the monstrous cock, which engorged as the seed made its way through its urethra. If the bulge on the woman’s belly was already obscene, it couldn’t compare to the absurdity that followed: still not fully hard, the cock was probably five inches wide before the jizz was unloaded; when his balls contracted, though, the cock grew to easily over seven inches of width, burning the woman from inside out.

Then, the explosion. *Buuunk!* We all heard a coarse unloading into her womb, like a heavy metal ball crashing on a soft pillow, and then I saw her body swell from her chest to her hips as the spunk filled every cubic inch of her. The woman grew to the size of a small hypo before she was so full that the spunk had no way out but through her cooch, exploding into the man’s muscles like twenty hydrants of cum.

The beast roared again, and then went back to thrusting. Their bodies sank more brutally on the ground as his pumps of jizz themselves were powerful enough to make the room shake and crumble. More windows were shattered as their ecstatic bodies settled much deeper into the ground, bursting a few more pipes and turning that room into a flooded swamp. My body was washed away before the jizz could even get to me, but then, in the stud’s following shots, the loads were so massive that many pellets exploded from that pussy in high speeds into my face, knocking me down with violence.

My head hit the ground hard enough to crack any skull, but I was too tough and aroused to miss a single second of that cunt-massacre. I stood up, receiving blast after blast of jizz in my body as that monster unloaded and roared like an insane animal. The woman under his body no longer resembled a human being, but one long, over-stretched sack of cum, milk, and lubes as literal hundreds of gallons of thick jizz were unloaded in her at every passing second, knocking her out with its sheer strength, then waking her up with its daunting pleasure.

The jizz was piling up on her waist, forming huge mountains around their bodies. The sperm was shot at such high pressures that, when it burst from her cunt, it exploded in every direction, cannon shots of pure virility drawing gooey lines on the ceiling and walls, shattering whatever windows had remained intact until that point. I watched dumbfounded as that man redecorated that room and painted it all white with his jizz, all while he didn’t even break a bead of sweat; even the heat of the steam coming from his body wasn’t enough to make the bull sweat, like all of that was still too casual a fucking for him to give a damn.

The brunette was long gone as she started to withdraw his prick and exit her overstretched cunt. He had her grabbed by the legs all the time, otherwise his cumshots would have easily sent her flying many yards away. A huge mountain of jizz had been formed over her body; five feet of pure horse semen burning over her, yet that still was child’s play to the man, who kept unloading in her as his dick broke free from her tight pussy.

Roooarr!! Damn you, woman!!” He grabbed his cock with one hand and jerked it off furiously over the pile. “You ain’t even strong enough to make me haaard!!” He unloaded gallon after gallon as I saw, with my jaw on the floor, his dick still somewhat soft as it puked a whole swimming pool of jizz on that room. How the fuck could a man cum while not being fully hard?! Those seemed like casual biological impossibilities to him; much like his cock defied the laws of physics and human anatomy, his breeding power too stretched the limits of biology itself.

“Fuck you, whore!!” The monster jerked his cock in tandem with his throbbing balls, which seemed constantly filled of jizz, no matter how hard he pumped it out. “You want gallons? I’ll give you gallons!!” Then, with another mighty roar, the beast unloaded so much jizz that his jets crashed on the ceiling and exploded all over the room, hitting walls, windows, furniture, and my face with rocket-like power. The pile of sperm quickly buried the woman, who helplessly squirmed as the orgasms were still far too powerful for her to even resist. The man just came and came and came, roaring louder and coarser as he felt the endless threads of jizz coursing through his cock.

His orgasms lasted for another ten minutes after he pulled out of the woman. When he was done, the semen reached as far as my feet, covering them under two piles of thick goo. I stretched my hand to that horse seed and grabbed a fistful of it. “Jesus!” I was floored! That thing was so thick I actually failed to pull it out. I had to flex my biceps and really work hard to break a piece of that goo and bring it to my face, but even as I manage to grab a pellet as big as a cannon ball, its weigh was way beyond anything I even dream with.

*Bump!* My hand fell on the ground. I looked up and down, to that stud and then to my hands, time and time again as my mind processed the mind-bending weight of that ball of jizz. “Fuck you, stud!” I lifted it up again, feeling my biceps tear the sleeves of my cum-ridden shirt in the process. “Fuck this shit!!” I looked at him, beaming with desire. “How heavy is your…?”

“Four hundred pounds per gallon.” The monster answered without even looking at me. As he stood gloriously before that mountain of jizz, I saw his balls regaining their ridiculous size and hardness. At every few seconds, I heard a thud and sloshing sound of seed flowing along its ducts; the beasts were re-filling themselves already, throbbing like two hearts as the man stuck his arm into the cum mountain and pulled the brunette he had buried under it.

I looked at the pellet of jizz and felt its weight of about a hundred pounds on my single hand. “No.” I shook my head. “That’s impossible.” But the man, pulling the poor, unconscious bitch out of those tons of seed, didn’t seem slightly concerned for what was or wasn’t possible. Once he’d made sure she was still alive and breathing, he turned to me and flaunted his gargantuan genitalia, still expelling a few loads of jizz, which fell heavily on the ground and cracked it.

Smiling, the beast held his massive balls with both hands and squeezed them. Fuck! I could hear his fingers sinking on the spunk, so condensed in them. The monster ran one hand along the massive cock while the other caressed his balls. He seemed to enjoy the touch and feel of his genitalia much better than the bodies of his women. Then, he bragged: “I had a twenty-inch hard cock before most boys can even speak complete sentences. Now, I’m turning into a real stud.” His massive veins were highlighted every time he squeezed his monster. “Forty-seven inches of hard cock. Sadly, that ain’t what you’re seeing here.” He lowered his dong with a single hand, and his biceps bloated as he exerted considerable effort to yield the gargantuan beast. “I’m still not hard enough. What you see is only thirty-eight inches of my manhood.” He looked to the blonde woman on the side, quivering as she gushed through her cunt, orgasming so hard she couldn’t react properly to what happened around her. “This bitch is weak.” He looked at her, then at me. “None of them can stand next to you.” He saw my hand holding his seed and my flexed biceps tearing the sleeves of my shirt, then he turned his cock to me, like a visual reminder of his dominance over my womanhood. “Breed yourself with my cum.”

Spreading my legs wider, I pulled my pants and didn’t even bother to take my panties out as I crammed the hand into my cunt, fecundating myself with his powerful spunk. “GOD!!!” My tits immediately hardened and the milk boiled inside them, bursting with ferocious, steamy jets as my cunt almost expelled the spunk out with its own strong gushes of squirt.

Goddamn it, those orgasms! I was all over again locked into that brutal struggle between sanity and an orgasmic maelstrom, fighting for survival as the orgasms overtook every single nerve of my being: at moments I forgot how to breathe, and at others I felt I was going to piss myself. My body thrashed on the ground and my head repeatedly hit the tiles like I wanted to crack them (or my skull!), the orgasms far too many to be counted.

My screams multiplied up until my throat felt sore and swollen. Jesus Christ, those orgasms!! That… that seed had an inhuman effect on me! It was not only the fact that I loved jizz and that I’d often fantasize about having a circle of horses and bulls coming their nuts all over my body. Nah. Even if I were the biggest prude, I would still experience those same earth-shattering orgasms as I felt such mighty semen invade my cunt and flow upwards to my ovaries.

The pleasure came from the act of fecundation himself; like my body was absolutely sure that, with a single drop of that man’s spunk, I would be knocked up over and over and over again for as long as I could produce eggs; a delirious festival of fertility happening in my womb that very same instant; an almost-sacred moment when I was absolutely sure I had been made a mother of quintuplets or sextuplets or, hell, as many children as a woman can possibly have in a single labor!

When I managed to look at my stud again, my eyes were melting. Large tears were rolling down my cheeks and I was audibly sobbing, my lips making out very faint “thank you’s” as my tits hosed more milk with extraordinary heat and pressure. I was a mother! More precisely, I was a mother of that teenage billionaire breeding bull, and no other pleasure on Earth could ever come close to that!

I had been bred by the most powerful Alpha male on the planet. As a woman, I was now complete.

The monster turned around and walked towards the blonde. “No-ooh!!” She panted, screaming and squirting her heart out as the monster lowered his softer dick to her, letting a vast river of spunk ooze through his enormous cumslit.

“I want to breed.” His muscles hardened, his balls throbbed. The act of breeding and studding a harem elicited the most primal reactions in his nerves. “I want to spread my seed in these lovely wombs of yours—wombs that I own!” He grabbed one of her legs and pulled her up, and the bitch instinctively kicked him right into the balls, provoking no bigger reaction than slightly uncomfortable grunts. “How long has it been since you last had my children? Seven months? Sooner than that?”

“OH, GOD!!” The woman squirted so hard her hoses splashed on the man’s face, but he barely even blinked under such potent shower. “I…!! I…!! I…!!” She fought unbelievably hard against her all-consuming arousal. “FUCK YOU STUD!! I had fifteen children with you already!!”

“Hmm, hmm. Alright then. Here’s to fifteen more.” He spread her legs further apart, smiling as she squirted cannons in his abs and chest. “Consider yourself blessed, for you will carry my heavenly seed a third time over.”

“Oh, fuck you!! FUCK!!” She squirted. “YOU!!” The blasts exploded into his face, followed by shots of milk on his body. Despite her frankly painful state of absolute delirium, she couldn’t stop smiling. That man had hijacked her mind and replaced all her will with his sex: everything she wanted was to be pounded by him, to be thrashed by him, and to be shot with as many gallons of jizz as his balls could produce. She had no more will to withstand another absurd pregnancy from that stud, but that’s exactly what she was going to do, for she felt she no longer had any options. “B-b-breed me!!” She cried. “Breed me stud!!” Then she looked at me, smiling as I fingered myself. “Breed me in front of this bitch! Show her how…”

“Shut up.” The god-stud crammed his fingers on her mouth, stretching her jaw with those salami-like limbs. He spread her legs as wide as a full split, then kept spreading them as they formed a negative angle in her hips –his women might have not been gymnasts, but after he fucked them just once, they all became as flexible as Olympic athletes. That girl climaxed and squirted as the man lifted his hips and tried to line up his monster cock on her cooch. If that brunette girl had been tight, then that blonde was like a little kitten next to a genetically-engineered breeding bull.

Seeing him at that moment, I didn’t even believe he weighed eight hundred pounds as he had just claimed. A monster so big, with so many hard and plentiful muscles, so vastly and grotesquely ripped as he was, I bet he weighed well over a thousand pounds. His cock alone weighed a hundred pounds, and it was not yet filled with as much blood and jizz as it would be when fully aroused.

A massive load of semen burst incontinently from the dong, hitting the woman’s cunt so hard that her belly bulged, her cervix was shattered, and I could clearly hear the spunk hitting the back of her womb, powerful and hard enough to send the organ a few inches higher on her body. The woman opened her mouth and puked, a white, gooey mass bursting from her lips and nostrils.

The monster smiled. “Did you eat my spunk?”

She helplessly replied: “of course I ate it! Do you even know how strong you shoot?!” She looked at his balls, which dangled so menacingly in his hips. “You came so much that I couldn’t avoid your cum shots! They hit my breasts, my belly, my chin as I tried to flee from them, but then I…”

There was crack, followed by a high-pitch scream, followed by a long crying, followed by absolute silence. The man wanted to shut her up, so he just grabbed her waist and pulled her down into his cock, piercing her in a cold, calculated manner.

The poor woman shuttered on the ground, her body subtly vibrating before the convulsions became more powerful and frightening. The monster invited himself deeper and deeper into her, the bulge of his monster cock swelling in her belly as her cunt was easily and fully conquered in just two strokes of his monster cock.

With a wild thrust, the beast had completely overfilled her womb, and in the following thrusts he sent her womb higher and higher, pounding her until the shape of her organs was bulging through her skin, her entire body squashed and deformed by that daunting prick, which came so close to completely shattering her hips.

“Fuck!!” I came. “Me!!” I came harder. The width of his women’s hips was unbelievable when he penetrated her! The bull was pounding that woman at a steady pace, recovering his libido as his face became thirsty and demonic. He watched her cum and memorized all the different twitches and convulsions of her face, her tits creaming his wide chest as he plunged deeper and harder all the time.

It didn’t take long for his balls to announce a second unleashing. The testicles had refilled themselves much faster than I would expect even for a mighty bull like him. Still, the monster held his orgasm back, wanting to pound that female into absolute fuck-drunkenness before hosing her core with his virile seed.

He pounded her more brutally, and her womb once again went all the way up to her throat. Despite goring her with as much dick as her body could handle, he only had twenty-four inches at most inside of her, and his harder state meant that at least half his dick remained outside even when her womb and his cockhead were throbbing just beneath her chin!

The monster grabbed her shoulder with his bulging arms and lifted her off the ground, hammering her cowgirl-style while also lifting and lowering her body on his dick, like a giant, living jacking device. Only heavens would know the strength of those blows as he picked up pace and transformed her into a giant blur. Every time I blinked, I saw afterimages of the blonde in the air, three or four or five of them being pounded at the same time, then all I saw was a white-ish, golden smudge as the monster battered her at light speeds.

The room rumbled as his massive balls swung violently between his arse and hers. Every time they smacked her buttocks and crushed her cunt, I could hear her bones creaking and see her bruises getting even more swollen. She hosed endless gallons of squirt on the ground, like a rocket lifting off, and suffered under the power-battering of that rod as the monster only then had started to get serious.

Cracks grew around his feet, and his body sank into the ground after five minutes of pounding, drilling two huge craters on the ground thanks to his ridiculous weigh and the sheer force of his thrusts. The monster crushed her body harder against his, nearly disappearing the girl inside his mountains of muscles. Steam burst through his pores and especially through his nostrils, with his breath looking like a dragon’s as he neared an orgasm.

The poor blonde was already passed out when he looked at me and asked: “where do you want to nut?” I was caught aghast in the middle of an intense fingering as the image of that stallion fucking was too much for my womanhood to withstand; I came a few gallons through my cunt and screamed not a small deal of profanities before I could even register his question in my mind. With my eyes melting in tears, I looked up to him and said: “inside her. Core her with your nut, stallion!”

The monster whined just like a horse, pounding her more relentlessly as he looked at me one last time. “When?”

My answer was quick and straight: “now!”

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[NSFW/+18!] The Gym Futa

Part 1 – Enslaved by the futa

I first saw her in the gym. It was impossible not to notice her, anyway, for she was so loud and boisterous it was almost as like there was a whole wrestling team on the place.

In a way, that image wasn’t too far-fetched: despite her being a woman just like me, and very into fitness and bodybuilding, she was on such a league apart that even many strong, potent men would amount to a single leg of hers—if that much.

God knows how long I stood still, just looking at her, with my sports bag still over my shoulder, blocking the way of all the other gym members who wanted to come in. In any case, they didn’t mind me; they too were standing still, eyes glistening and jaws dropped, with their teeny-weeny dicks growing and hardening inside their pants, witnessing that which could only be described as a pure miracle of nature.

She was biologically perfect. «Biologically perfect??» I covered my mouth and pondered on what I had just thought. What did that even mean? Did it mean that the woman—that perfect being—was as big, strong, and hard as a horse? Did it mean that she could wrestle a gorilla into the ground and tear his limbs off one by one like a kid plucking the wings of a fly, both brutal and effortless? Did it mean that she was as sexually charged and potent as a breeding bull, her body radiating so much energy that her surroundings were literally melting—the floor and the walls, not to mention the equipment quite literally being distorted by her heat waves? Or that her blood was so superhumanly powerful and scorching that, if she were to have kids, her offspring would quite likely be a new species altogether—much superior and more dominant than the pitiful human species, of which I belonged?

Well, whatever it meant, that expression fit her perfectly: she was biological perfection; the absolute, unquestioned pinnacle of humanity, and her wanton display of strength in that thing only reinforced that. “H-how much is she pulling?” I stammered as time felt back to normal around me, with everyone in the gym finally (albeit slowly) moving again.

“F-five hundred pounds.” Another dude could barely reply. “That’s her warm-up. She just casually picks the barbel with the heaviest weights in the gym and, uh,” he had to clear his throat all the time, “lifts them all the time. I mean, sometimes it’s non-stop. She showed us already.” The poor man—who, on other circumstances, would be a pretty intimidating, 6ft-tall muscle beast—crossed his legs all the time while standing, massaging his throat and scratching his crotch while he contemplated that beast of a woman pull the weights without breaking a fucking sweat. “One day she just did this exercise for as long as her body could take her. We doubted she would last too long, even for her standards, but that beast showed us just how much outclassed we were.” I was shocked by hearing such a big guy (for whom my pussy would usually swell) speak at an increasingly higher pitch, moving his hips and jiggling his waist just like a woman. “She did that all day long. We took track of it. Some of us even took turns while… watching her.” His tongue was trembling at his lips. “Seeing her pull those monstrous weights up.”

I watched her again, seeing the gorgeous muscles of her back throb and ripple. “FUCK YEAH!!” She was loud. “FUCK YEAH, OH, FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEEEEAAH!!!” She literally roared in the middle of the gym, pulling the barbel to the top of her breasts, yet no one dared to interrupt her—no one would have the balls or even the will to. When she was not uttering praises to her own peak physical performance, she was just roaring and growling like a pride of lions, pumping the weights faster and harder just to see how extreme she could push that display.

Everything in her was strength. She loved showing off just how much physically, mentally, genetically superior she was to everyone else. Just when I thought my eyes were deceiving me, I shut them hard and opened them again, shaking my head in the meantime, only to see again what I though had been an illusion: her skin was producing steam! The heat waves were so extreme that the air was distorted around her frame, creating something of a force field or an aura of pure energy, not unlike those we see in an asphalt street on a very hot day.

While the big man spoke and I witnessed her, I felt my pussy swelling and its lips throbbing. I was attracted to no girl, but that right there… she wasn’t a girl. «She’s a fucking monster.»

Her shoulder rippled and throbbed just like my pussy was. Oh, who I am kidding? They were much more powerful than that: her shoulders were huge slabs of titanium muscle, bludgeoning and rippling so much they felt like train engine pulling a whole mountain along the tracks. Her back was such a stupendous wall of muscles that the ins-and-outs, the peaks and the valleys of her fibers looked like some fractal work of art in nature. Their size and symmetry were just mesmerizing, all made so much more enticing thanks to the special glisten of her bronze skin. She wasn’t sweating, yet her body seemed covered in oil.

“She pulled those weights for sixteen hours before the gym had to close. Sixteen fucking hours! No one ever thought any human being could go so far, yet she did, and we were left utterly humiliated (and broke) by the end of that session.” Judging by how hard the big guy scratched his throat, I bet he was feeling all sore and painful there. “She didn’t break sweat. Sixteen hours. Pulling double what she’s pulling now. Sixteen hours! Sometimes, pulling the weight two, almost three times a second… for sixteen fucking hours!”

Just as the guy’s legs trembled when he recounted such a feat, the muscle Amazon gave her mightiest, most powerful roar—“ROOOOOAAARRR…!!!”—and the entire fucking gym, even the nearby buildings and streets, trembled like an earthquake. That woman was so inhumanly powerful that the barbel—designed to support great amounts of weight and pressure—was being permanently bent in the middle, forming an arc of metal in her hands.

She laid the weights down and flexed her muscles. “FUCK!! I’M SO FUCKING PUMPED!!” I heard many gasps and moans over the gym, with many a man excusing themselves to the bathroom with their hands over their crotches. Even the guy by my side was shaking and moaning like a bitch in heat, his right hand trembling in his crotch, almost grabbing and pumping his generous bulge right then and there.

I mean, could I condemn them for that? No fucking way. In fact, upon seeing her flex, I understood their arousal quite perfectly, even though I’d always seen myself as a very straight, even girlish woman: she was a marvel of sex and power! When I saw her biceps, my face flustered a little. She was ungodly huge, with arms at least twice as big as my biggest boyfriend. Her biceps bloated and vibrated like a heated sphere of iron, or a large steam tank about to explode—yet that thing would never break, never yield, for it had been designed since birth to hold enough energy to power an entire metropolis… and then some!

The huge vein along the curve of her biceps throbbed like a heart. I swear my eyes doubled in size once I caught a sight of that thing. It was huge, and certainly it wasn’t along: her whole body, as far as I could see, was covered with thick, sprawling veins, enough to power a whole herd of virile bulls—yet, in her body, even that ludicrous amount of veins didn’t seem enough.

The goddess flexed again, this time letting the energy flow all over her physique: “YEEEE-AAAAAHHH!!!” Walls shook and windows creaked as her body appeared to increase in size, her massive arms throbbing and her unbelievable, horse-thick legs bulging so hard the pressure between her inner thighs would certainly be enough to burst a bowling ball into dust. The ground under her (massive) feet started to cave in, and all the floor began to cave as she distorted it just like a heavy object would a spring bed. Was she putting on weight as she flexed??

“GOD!!!” Her smile was like a sun. Her teeth, no less than perfect. “OH, MY FUCKING… GOD!!!” She proceeded to flex like a beast while her abs grew and hardened under her shirt. She was wearing very big, unisex shirt and shorts that day, probably the biggest the store could sell, yet her body was swelling so hard that soon the little looseness that clothing had was replaced by a spandex-like tightness on her body, emphasizing every bulging muscle, every throbbing vein, every gorgeous curve of her warrior-like physique—which, despite being a paramount of muscles, was still, thanks to her hourglass profile, just as feminine-looking as mine. «How is that even possible?!» I wondered while feeling my legs weaker and meeker.

The answer laid in her height. As to be expected from that freak of nature, that power mountain of muscles was just as tall as she was hard! And steamy! God, I felt my neck would break if I had to look any further up to see her head. Being a girl who’s particularly attracted to taller dudes, seeing such tremendous height on a girl made me… weird. Fuzzy. So cozy down my cooch. “H-how… *cough!* How tall is she again?”

The man by my side couldn’t answer. He was cumming.  I could see quite clearly, in his exasperated face, that she was shooting fat loads right in his underwear. I could almost hear it squishing, along with the penises of all the other men on the gym—and the cunts of the women for good measure.

How can I pretend it would be any different? My own pussy was drooling like a waterfall. Okay, maybe not so much, but the truth is that my panties were drenched! Fucking wet and bloated, with my labia so swollen they were almost swallowing the cloth of my garment. I was really this fucking aroused, and that muscle beauty knew very well the power she had on all of us: “MY FUCKING MUSCLES ARE BURNING, GOD!!” She couldn’t communicate in a normal voice, apparently; all she could do was… shout! Grunt! ROAR! She was a beast in a woman’s body, and she was proud of it! Her muscles rippled and multiplied as… something weird… seemed to go on between her legs.

I heard squishing noises beside me. When I looked to see what it was, I found out that someone had literally cum in the middle of the gym! Not only that, but everyone—and I mean everyone!—had dark spots in their shorts. That woman was literally making a whole fucking gym orgasm just with the power of her muscles, of her… «virility!» I licked my lips, walking closer to her with my wobbly legs.

“S-seven feet!”

I turned around. “What?”

The poor muscle man I’d been talking too was panting while looking at the ceiling, his eyes bulging out of his sockets and a huge dark spot growing in his shorts—I gotta give him that: he came like a fountain. “She’s seven feet tall. We measured it! That woman freak is just too much…”

I left him talking and cumming on his own. It didn’t attract me to see such a big guy—easily well over six feet—babbling and moaning like a girl. Biting my lower lip, what I wanted was to get a taste of that horse of a lady flaunting her physique in the middle of the gym. As I got to ten feet away from her, however, I felt something hot in my whole body. “Ouch!”

The titan woman chuckled. Her flexing show had stopped, and her eyes were now turned… to me! “Careful now, newbie!” She winked. “I don’t want you burning yourself with my power.” Then, before I had the chance to say anything, even to reflect on how cocky and arrogant her words were… the whole world rumbled around me! *Booom!* It was even like a bomb had exploded in a far, distant place, yet the earthquake had struck the building down to its core. My legs, which were already wobbly, almost failed me completely as I was forced to hold on to a nearby bench press machine to not fall.  The muscle giant had just flexed her left arm, and the force from it… Jesus fucking Christ! How the fuck am I supposed to describe it?!

“Big!” Like a fool, I muttered while looking at her… humongous!… fucking!… biceps! “So big!!”

Her incredible shoulder grew wider and wider. Her muscles were multiplying! That goddamned freak was growing before my very eyes, and if that had been all her show, it would already had been the most spectacular display of power any human had ever witnessed—yet it wasn’t half of it. “Ready to see something amazing, honey?” She looked at me, her goddess face almost burning my eyes with her radiant beauty.

“Fuck! You’re gorgeous!” Unbeknownst to me, my legs had been spread out as my lips confessed that which was obvious for anyone with eyes: that Amazon with a body of an Alpha bull also had the face of Aphrodite—if Aphrodite could crush a hundred man with a single hand. She was not just “gorgeous;” she was astoundingly beautiful! If all the Miss Universes in the world had been rolled out into a single face, this face wouldn’t amount to a tenth of her… striking!… irresistible… cunt-swelling beauty! “By god… ohh!!” What was happening…?! “What is happening to me?!”

With the cocky smile of a conquering stud, that muscle goddess locked her pitch-black eyes on mine: “you’re cumming. Come.” She flexed her muscles some more. “I want three orgasms out of you… right… now!” Then, with a powerful flex…

“Aaahh!” I could barely register what had just happened: I was on my knees, on the ground, squirting so hard that a literal puddle was forming between my legs. That woman hadn’t just achieved something no guy ever did, something I myself thought was impossible for me—to squirt!—, but she had also turned my cunt into a hose, squirting jets so hard I felt my muscular inner thighs burning with so much sauce. “Fuck, god!!”

My eyes went all the way deep into to my skull. I couldn’t resist it! Just as the first orgasm started to subside, my nipples hardened, my huge breasts bounced and stiffened, then my whole body was seized by yet another unbelievable orgasm, this time much stronger and much more embarrassing than the previous one.

I hadn’t (yet) forgotten I was in the gym. I just didn’t care anymore: that orgasm was so deep and mind-blowing I felt the cocks of a hundred studs taking turn on my cunt, which was now spewing juices so hard a bit of steam came with them! “GOD!!” I banged my head against the ground and crammed my fingers in my cunt, ripping the fabric of my shorts apart and seizing my throbbing, raging clit with my ravenous fingers. The squirts that came out of me were so hard they sprinkled through all the way to the wall, and there they splashed like several hoses watering a soccer field.

My third orgasm was triggered along with them—an orgasm so strong, so indescribably powerful that it tore the soul out of my body. “AAAAHHH…!!!” *Boom!* Just like this, with a high-pitched scream, my whole body fell on the ground, and I woke up only many hours later, seeing the powerful demon woman bench-pressing well over a ton in weights with her powerful, godly legs.

“Evening, my love. Ready to fuck?”

My head was all over the place as I heard her powerful, confident words spoken in such a resounding and self-assured tone!—and looked around at the gym, seeing it all dark and empty. “D-d-did I…??” It took me a few minutes to recompose myself and reorganize my thoughts. “Did I pass out?”

Without pausing her exercise nor breaking a drop of sweat, the inhuman woman simply replied: “yep.” For her, it seemed no more explanation was required. It did for me.

“Well… h-how… why? How did I…?”

I heard her chuckles as her legs rumbled, her muscles bloated, and she started pushing those weights twice as fast—the machine was completely full, the gigantic weights almost falling off, and the entire gym shook as she bench-pressed them so effortlessly. “My love, you slept for about nine hours. I evacuated the gym so we could have some privacy.” Then she just continued to press, harder and faster, expelling steam through her nostrils while licking her fat, luscious lips. “I’m going to nail you.” Her legs picked up yet more steam! “I’m gonna bang you like an army of dudes can’t. You’re gonna love it, beautiful!” She started grunting in between words, as if her body had finally started to notice anything about that strenuous exercise. “You gonna love it so fucking much ain’t no other dick that’s ever satisfying you!” An earthquake had basically started all over again. “Let me just finish my warm-up, love! Let me finish my warm-up so… *grrr!*… I can properly bang the soul out of your cunt!”

Did she say “dick?” What the fuck did she mean by that? «Wait!» I shook my head. «Wait a moment!» I looked down to my legs and realized they were still numb, almost fully paralyzed. What the fuck was happening to me? «Am I…?» The heat in my pussy was almost overwhelming. «Am I pissing myself?»

Nah. I was cumming. To be precise, I was squirting: beautiful, steamy lines of female orgasm glistened by the moonlight as they were ejected at moderate pressure from my cunt. Despite having spent hours asleep, my cunt was still engorged. Though women never show such visible sights of arousal, my cunt was reacting more like the butt of a female baboon or some comparable animal: its labia were bustling and chiming, faint steam coming out of my aroused, hyper-sensitive skin, and the juices were being squirted in gradually greater volumes as I felt the heat overtake my heart and make it race against my breasts.

With a thunderous metal clank of the machine, the muscle monster stood up. “God!!” Unable to retake control of my own body, I squirted my soul out all over again: the juices splashed against the ground like a high-pressure hose. I came. “Aaaahh!!” I came. “Aaaah!!!” I came and I came and I came again, looking up with tears in my bulging eyes, feeling my heart rising up my throat and all my insides quivering and twitching under the immense arousal that overtook and tamed every fucking nerve in my organism. I was cumming on a downright molecular level. “FUCK!!” Massive jets of pussy juice erupted from between my legs, forming puddles and little lakes on the ground, staining everything on their path and finally sprinkling on the goddess’s voluminous muscles.

“Delicious!” She smacked her lips and walked towards me. “Absolutely delicious.”

The ground shook at her every step. The orgasms just kept piling up, sucking the air out of my lungs. “Please!!” I could feel the tears down on my cheeks, dripping in my mouth. I was crying so hard with pleasure I was almost drinking my own tears. “Make it… AAAH!!!” Another massive, ungodly orgasm took me out for a second or two. I’m not joking: I blanked out and woke up in an instant, just as my head hit the ground. Once I opened my eyes and saw the muscles of that goddess even nearer—you guessed it—I came again. And again. And again. “AAAHH!!!”

*Craaash!* One window was shattered by my piercing scream. Jets emerged from my pussy so bulky and hot I felt dizzy. I was cumming so much and so brutally my body was getting dehydrated. As I laid on my back and rested my hands on the ground, I felt it all wet. «No!!» Even my mind was struggling to think. «D-don’t you t-tell me…!» Concomitantly, my tongue swerved all over my lips, brimming with desire. «Don’t you tell me all that…!»

Yep. It was cum. Woman cum. Ounces and ounces of it. I think a whole gallon. It should be impossible for a woman—any female of any species, for that matter!—to cum so much and so hard, let alone on such a short frame of time. “What the fuck are you!”

The muscled giantess cracked her knuckles, looking at me with pure, infernal thirst. “I am the woman who’s gonna extract a million orgasms out of your body.” Just to prove how serious she was, she performed a massive flex of every freaking muscle of her towering being, pushing the puddles of cum along with my body a few inches away on the ground.

“Fuck!!” I felt my skin burn again. It was the same feeling as when she first flexed a single arm near me that evening.

The goddess wasn’t yet done: casting aside her bracelets and her earrings, as well as any other minor piece of jewelry she had in her body, she demoness took on a proud, warrior stance, with only the clothes remaining in her body, stretched by her overwhelming muscles.

“Look at me, little woman.” She smirked, and her body seemed to swell a little. “Look at this goddess as she rips her clothes out of her body just by flexing her awesome…” She flexed her arms. Her biceps swelled to the same girth as my waist. “Hard…!” She flexed her legs. The ground seemed to bend beneath her feet. “Fucking hot…!!” She raised her arms and performed a double flex. Her over-stretched clothes finally began to tear. “MUSCLES!!”

With another massive, overblow super flex, the clothes exploded out of her body. Literally! I’m not kidding: like a thousand elastic strands stretched beyond their limits, her clothes burst from her body and hit everything around her at incredibly high speeds and intense, almost rock-shattering force. *Boom-boom-bang!!* I saw barbels and weights being pushed out of their stands, with the ground being whipped and teared by the strands of her shorts, and finally there was me, a mere little woman next to that mare-goddess, receiving one of those bullet-speed pieces of cloth right in my fucking face.

“Oow!” I didn’t even have time to scream: *bang!* When the piece of cloth hit me, blood came pouring out of my nose and mouth. I was thrown back on the ground, my head hitting the floor hard, my skull almost splitting. “Aaah!!” I screamed, raising my hands to my head as if trying to keep it together. “Fuck!!”

For the first time since I’d seen her, the giantess showed something other than cockiness and arrogance in her voice; she showed concern. “Are you alright, my love?” Next thing I felt, my head was cocooned in her powerful arms. “Please, love, speak to me.” Her voice was sweet and docile like a child’s. “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry to have hurt you!”

The blood, the headache, the pain… none of that mattered when I was embroiled in such mighty, superhuman muscles. “You… so fucking… strong!” The last word left my lips like a gasp, and the powerful woman reverted back to her usual, cocky self.

“Let me give you a good kiss, my adored, so that your head will heal by mine…” She shuttered before she said: “superhuman power.”

I giggled. I thought that’d been just a joke. «It only can be, right?» Then, her gorgeous, fat lips drew nearer to my forehead. «Right?» The only thing I felt next was an overwhelming, sprawling coolness of over my body, emanating from the wound in my forehead where she planted her long kiss. The hotness of my orgasms suddenly subsided, replaced instead by an incomparable freshness, as if I was standing in the edge of an Icelandic fjord.

“God!” The air left my lungs, my whole body in one long, adoring exclamation. Though I’d never been much of a believer, I had tasted a piece of heaven right at that moment, just as the exulting sensation was leaving my body. “God!!” Once the coolness went away, the orgasms returned: “no!!” My body was overtaken by another myriad of squirting orgasms, each so powerful I could fell the torrents burning between my legs, the waves of countless ounces of female juices crashing and splashing on the ground, endlessly, mercilessly. “NO!!”

My headache was gone, but it appeared that so would all my bodily fluids. “You can stop cumming now.” The goddess spoke, and then, just like that… *vush!* My labia bloated and hardened, and my cunt shut itself off like a chastity belt. “Oh, god!!” The orgasms still didn’t subside, though—they could only stop so fast, after all, after shaking me with a near heart-shattering intensity. “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!!”

Within half a minute, though, I was panting, sweating, almost hyperventilating, but no longer orgasming. My mind took a little longer to return completely to normal, but once all its pieces had settled into place, I finally took my chance to give a closer look on that goddess’s massive body and… all the destruction she had wrecked in that place.

“My god!!” I covered my mouth once I saw her face so close to mine, with her tremendous breasts dwarfing even my own. I was a double-D cup, but that monster was easily beyond an G—if such class of breasts even existed. They weren’t monstrous when taking her size into account (in fact, they looked large, but also quite adequate and proportional), but next to me a single of them easily outclassed my whole fucking torso. “Fucking hell!!” There was no cock in the world large enough to penetrate those massive boobs—though a few seconds later I would learn how wrong this assessment was.

“Enjoying what you see?”

Not only was I enjoying it, but my body was constantly on the verge of another blistering, titanic orgasm. “You’re so…” The words could barely leave my throat. My hand went to the goddess’s face, feeling her heat and power with a simple caress of her flawless skin. “My god! You’re so…”

“Perfect.” She completed, squeezing my body just a little, her fingers feeling like baseball bats on my back. “I know it. I know it all, ‘cause I heard it all.” Her tongue did a sensuous dance over her gorgeous, blood-scarlet lips. God! My brain was working overtime so that every nerve of my body wasn’t seized by a chemical and sensorial overdose! “A goddess!” Those gorgeous lips drew themselves into a climax-inducing orgasm, and then her words just kept pouring, graver and sexier as she listed all the compliments she received on a daily basis: “Flawless. Powerful. Superior. Divine. Muscular. Built. A horse! A mare! A woman as big as a bull… and a thousand times as virile!” She winked. “I’m also endowed like a bull, my love.” She moved her waist. “You can’t even begin to understand how perfect a sex machine I am.” She moved just a little further up. It dawned on me that, after that hit, I hadn’t taken a chance to admire her perfect body. “I am primed for breeding… and I am going to breed you, my dear.” She caressed my belly, making my eggs and my womb burn. “I am going to pump you with gallons of m superior seed and have you giving birth to dozens of my powerful offspring until your eggs are rotten and your womb falls off.” She squeezed my (huge) buttocks like they were mere grapes in her fingers. Ouch! “Not that they will fall off so soon. You’re ripe.” Her smile gained a devilish, outright demonic contour! “You’re fresh and you’re lush and you’ll last long with my dick—despite me having no intention to take mercy on your sweet, tight pussy.”

My head was swirling. What was she…? “I don’t get it.” I told her straight. “You’re a woman, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then how come…?”

She answered me not with words, but with attitude: she laid me on the ground and stood up. The moonlight vanished by the shadow that covered my entire body. «Oh, my god.» My mind short-circuited. My tongue was next: “oh, my god!”

Before me was… no. No, no, no, that couldn’t be a… That just couldn’t, it wasn’t fucking possible! Women weren’t supposed to have a… beast!… like that!

“Oh, my god!” Despite the power of her magic, my pussy exploded again: the juices were sprayed several feet in front of me, and the burning that ravished my body was only (slightly) weaker than the admiration that locked my eyes on that… inhuman… beastly… godlike member!

“Oh… my… god!!” I started panting and hyperventilating, and my heart went all the way up my throat again, threatening to suffocate me oh my own arousal. “That’s not… that cannot be!!”

But it was: that was a penis. A huge one. Not just a huge penis, but an inhumanly big one. Scratch that: at first glance, even the unmistakable shape of that breeding rod couldn’t be accepted as that of a cock. No cock on Earth was that monstrously huge, let alone so thick.

My pussy was unloading gallons. My body, though, was frozen and sweating cold. Suddenly, all time seemed to stop, and all I could see, all I could think about was that image which would be forever embed in my mind (and soon, in my cunt): the world’s biggest, fattest, hardest, strongest cock, paired by a set of the two mightiest, heaviest, hottest bison balls I had ever seen.

She wasn’t a horse—horses had micro-penises compared to that. She was, quite simply, on a class of her own. «A goddess!!» My mind burned, and soon my whole body tensed up as the giantess moved closer to me.

“Let’s see: how am I going to fuck you first?”

And just like that, with a scream straight from my heart, my pussy unloaded another cup of creamy squirt—the first of the many gallons she would effortlessly extract from me that night, that weekend, that whole fucking month.

I was her slave—yet my enslavement was just about to begin!

Part 2 – A thousand orgasms per second

My screams echoed in the empty gym as the giantess had her way with me. There were dozens, nay, hundreds of bodies laying around us, but I paid them no heed. The pleasure from her fingers up my cunt was just too overwhelming, too demonic and extreme for me to even have consciousness of my surroundings. “Aaah!! Aaah!! AAAH!!” As my orgasms piled up, so did my pain: there was such a thing as cumming so much and so hard that your life is at stake. Of course, I never thought such a thing would be possible, not even in my wildest fantasies, but that giantess, that day, right there in the floor of the gym, was opening up these new frontiers of bestial pleasure to me—and I couldn’t be more grateful, nor more hateful for that!

“Let’s see: how do I start fucking you?” Her words still lingered in my mind as she approached me with her massive body. Her posture displayed absolute confidence, a kind of cocky bravado I hadn’t seen even in the biggest, strongest of men in my life. I was sure that no other creature on Earth, human or not, was even half as self-assured as that giantess of love and power—and her beyond-masterful touch on my body for the next thirty minutes would prove the reason for all this confidence.

I was cumming my brains out. The monster woman had laid by my side and scooped me like a little baby. I opened up to her like a flower on spring, even though every nerve on my body told me that was a terrible, terrible idea. «If you surrender to her here, now,» screamed the voices inside of me, «she’ll make you her personal slave forever.» I knew it beforehand, yet I couldn’t resist it: with a snap of her fingers, my legs spread open. Her lips made mine in a hellish embrace, and I started orgasming right there, with her incredible kiss, feeling inch and inch of her endless tongue splurge on my insides, make thing with my throat no dick has ever managed to achieve on my pussy.

Before I knew it, she was fondling my inner thighs. The feeling of insignificance next to her was heart-stopping, pussy-melting. She was so big! So… inhuman! Her muscles made rumbling noises with the slightest of movements. I’d always thought of myself one of the strongest, most ripped women any guy has ever met, though in every category imaginable that giantess blew me out of the water: she stood at over seven feet and six inches, dwarfing my own six feet of height. In terms of muscle, fuck me, she was a bull-turned-woman: muscles atop of muscles, all glistening and rippling in a noisy sexual mess, creating a hypnotic dance on her light-brown skin and allowing for extreme features that, in any other woman, would look crude and an unappealing.

“PLEASE!!” I screamed. “STOP!!” My pussy was burning! Fire! There was literally fire bursting from it—or so I imagined. “YOU’RE GONNA… AAAHH!!!” Hundreds of screams blocked my throat. “YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME-AAAAH!!!”

The monster didn’t relent; she attacked! Her fingers on my twat and her tongue all over my body was a sensorial overload too powerful for me to withstand. I came in wearing a very tight set of clothes, yet under her touch every piece of cloth came out in an effortless stripping. Her power was so ludicrous that, with gestures so subtle not even an eagle eye could notice, she literally ripped my tight lycra shirt out of my bust, searing it with her finger like a laser bean.

While I screamed, the monster said nothing. Her focus on my orgasmic undoing was so extreme this alone added another layer of nerve-twisting climaxes to my cunt. “FU-UU-UCK!!” I started coughing in between orgasms. My throat was utterly, absolutely ruined after so much screaming—yet there was so much more to come. “FUCK!!” The juices were pouring out of my cunt like the Niagara. They. Just. Didn’t. Stop. Coming! “AAAAHH!!!”

I didn’t stop cumming, and it was just like that monster wanted: a handful of infinite orgasms out of my body, sealing my soul to hers for all eternity.

Then, to my utter shock and surprise, I heard her voice; her grave and rumbling timbre extracted a few more ounces of cream from my cunt again: “a thousand, three hundred and thirty-one.” She smiled. “Over thirteen hundred orgasms out of you, my baby, and my fingers are barely feeling the heat of your cunt.” With her powerful mouth, she sucked and licked my neck like she was going to eat my head whole. The splashing sounds of my squirting orgasm reflected the absolutely sorry state of the gym: every piece of equipment or square inch of the ground was roasted by my creamy, steamy spunk. As my mind recovered just a little and I could finally take a peek at my surroundings, I discovered that we were laying on a massive lake of probably over twenty gallons of steamy juice.

Twenty gallons of cum she had drilled out of my cunt—or, as she herself put it: “an entrée.” Her smiled beamed with the fires of hell. “You’re easily the strongest warm-up I ever had—though you should better beware of getting too cocky, love…”

“Please!!”

Her fingers laid still inside my cunt. She took them out. With the smile of Satan himself, the monster goddess cracked her knuckles and flexed her muscles.

I came. God, I came again upon seeing that biological perfection flaunting her muscular power all over me. My body felt crushed on her otherwise caring embrace. She didn’t want to hurt me, sure, but a woman as massive and powerful as her sometimes had no option: like an elephant playing with an ant, every slightest movement of her threatened to shatter every bone in my body into a thousand little pieces.

She was a killing machine dedicated solely to my pleasure—and I didn’t know if that was more scary than arousing or vice-versa.

Scary. As her fingers soon proved to me, she was definitely way more scary. “Time to cum, my baby.” Her fingers played with the puddle of cum before reentering my sore, steamy pussy. I heard the splashes and felt the drops of water on my skin. My body was really hyperventilating. Faint steam came out of my pussy, showing how the extreme images that laid in my memory were not just a fruit of my imagination. “I mean: time to reeeally cum.” She said, I before I knew it…”

“No! Stop!” My body almost…! “AAAAH!!!” …exploded!!

My pussy certainly did: the sound of the water fountain bursting from my cunt at one point resembled that of a fighter jet taking off. My legs were washed away by the extreme loads that kept rushing out of my organism, enough juice to fill a bathtub, and then some! How was I still alive, fuck, that was a question for future scientists to answer. All that I knew in the moment is that, next to that inhuman beast… “AAAH!! AAAH!!! AAA-AAAH!!!” I myself became a little inhuman.

The torture session went on for ten more minutes—ten minutes, however, which were at least twice as painful and extreme as the first thirty. My body had sunk into a dark place were every inch of myself was attacked by succubi demons; something like a thousand lightning bolts filling every nerve of my body with orgasms, or something even more extreme than that.

Hell if I knew. I was just cumming! Cumming and cumming and cumming, until I stopped feeling the skin around my pussy, then all over my crotch, and just took in those orgasms in their purest form.

That monster was once again making me cum in a downright molecular level, and I couldn’t get enough of it. “MORE!!” I blurted out, finally getting from her a surprised reaction.

“More?” Her fingers vibrated, throbbed, and pumped my cunt like a thousand horses. “More?” What was already intensely ecstatic became downright savage: all of her fingers treated every fucking inch of my cunt (and surrounding pelvis) like I had fifty Adonises eating me out! Sex with Apollo himself wouldn’t be that good. In fact, should that woman ever meet a Greek god, she would lay waste to his whole being in record time—then she would go on to the rest of the Olympian Pantheon and lay utter sexual destruction to all the gods and goddesses, and their mythological beasts as well.

“Come for me, baby, come!” She demanded, and every fucking pore in my body opened up to let out a big gush of steam. I screamed! My breasts, already so big and heavy before I met her, were swelling to a point I really thought they would explode.

And they did, in fact, though it was a very different kind of explosion: with my beautiful double-D cups becoming as hard as titanium, its nipples twitched and stretched out to allow for an explosion of milk: *squiiiiiish…!!* Fat lines of milk burst all the way up to the metal ceiling, hitting it with a loud, metallic splash that reverberated across the gym, then finally raining back into my body, where it sizzled upon contact with my volcanic scalding skin. “AAAHEEE…!!!”

Around us, I could hear some walls creaking, some glasses creaking, and some weights falling from their places, so extreme were my screams, so tremendous were the vibrations of my body on the floor. My breasts kept creaming milk in biblical quantities, showering as both as the undaunted demoness muttered her approval of me: “good, good.” She licked her lips, her pitch-black eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction. “Cream yourself good for you goddess; for the goddess of your pussy!” She then twisted her fingers in an indescribable, irresistible way inside my cunt, turning me into a leaving, breathing machine gun of female orgasms.

“OHMYFUCKINGGAAAAWD…!!!” My scream was shut just as it began: the goddess seized my mouth into a passionate kiss, ramming her unbelievable tongue inside my throat, making its way all the way to my stomach while making every fucking inch of my insides cum, cum, cum!

My pussy was bursting with cream and steam while my massive tits expelled milk at regular intervals. My whole body was shivering with visible waves on my skin, the pleasure making itself visible thanks to the rhythmic contractions of all my muscle fibers. Seen from above, one could see a fractal pattern on the waves that formed upon my muscles, like a kaleidoscopic dance made of flesh and cum. «J-JESUS!!»

My head was fire. Seriously: I could see nothing but a glaring light. Everything beneath my bellybutton was now gone; I couldn’t feel a single nerve of my body except for the pleasure. I had literally been turned paraplegic by that goddess’s touch, and all I could ever hope for, in the faintest slices of thought that still remained in my mind, was that this wasn’t a permanent thing—and, in that midst of all that orgasmic madness, I really couldn’t be sure of that. «FUCKFUCKFUCK…!!»

The goddess withdrew her tongue from me, making me gaggle, cough, then spit and sneeze saliva. The droplets of mine and her saliva flew in an arch in the air, glimmering with the moonlight, as she “whipped” her tongue up upon leaving my throat. “A thousand, seven hundred and eighty-four, orgasms.” Her fingers picked up pace on my pussy, and I could swear that they were a mere blur inside it. “I’m gunning for two thousand baby.” My pussy secreted loud bursts of squirt, splashing violently on the ground, creating decent waves all over the floor. The bodies that were laid all around me started being washed by the growing waves. That monster of a lady was drilling a whole ocean of cum out of me—and all of that, per her very own words, was nothing but “a nice warm-up, girl. Once we hit your two-thousandth orgasm, let’s aim at three thousand.” Her face once again became demonic. “And we ain’t stopping until I took every single orgasm I intended out of you. So, if ya wanna pass out,” her fingers became just so very brutal, “you pass out now. My mare.” I could swear she was making a shake out of my pussy, but… fuck! It was so outstandingly good! “There’s no shame in tapping out after you’ve achieved way more than almost all my past lovers.”

Almost all, she said?? «Who the fuck…?!» My mind tried to ponder, but every nerve in me was just pure, distilled orgasm, a state of perpetual, almost heavenly cumming. Who the fuck could have possibly resisted more orgasms than I was? That was the question my mind wanted to have made, and still to this day, when I’m still cumming… right now!… oooh!!… upon remembering… fuck!… upon remembering the things those fingers did… aaahh!… to me… oh, fuck!…

Fuck. Even to this day I have no idea how anyone could be stronger than I was. But, anyway, I never thought a woman like her could be possible, so maybe superhumans are indeed much more common than science would let us think. All that mattered in that moment, of course, was meeting her orgasmic expectations—and then going to infinity and beyond.

My two thousandth orgasm was achieved within three minutes of that goddess speaking, and we both celebrated it in our own peculiar ways: I, for once, creamed a truly epic amount of milk though my harder-than-steel tits, and she, very much in character, finally blessed my aroused aureola with her thick, gorgeous lips, sucking a single tit of mine like she was going to rip my soul along with the milk. “FUUUCK!!!” A brief, yet booming scream erupted from my throat as the goddess ate a good third of my massive tit, proceeding then to suck it with such inhuman strength that an entire bucket of milk erupted through my battered nipple, filling up her mouth immediately and making her cheeks bloat.

Needless to say, that bestial degree of suction, with superior force to maybe a whole rhino’s lungs, ripped a hundred simultaneous, world-shattering orgasms out of my cunt, and my shower of spunk easily reached across halfway the gym, with sprinkles going as high as the ceiling, joining the milk that was splattered from my other tit.

Completely losing control of myself, my powerful legs, with their thick, mare-like thighs started kicking madly on the ground, lifting my crotch up and hosing every single fucking inch of that place with my hoses of cum. Those kicks had enough force to flip me around, if the giantess wasn’t holding me still, and just as my movements became aggressive, so did her grip on me, its strength rising naturally, almost instinctively to meet mine, her managing to always keep a foot ahead of me.

Her voracious gulping added another fifty orgasms to my cunt, amounting to over a hundred and fifty in just under a second! Her sounds were utterly manly: she drank from my left tit like a lion possessing his mate or stallion breeding his harem of mares, and her throat (already so thick) doubled in girth to allow for the gallons of milk she so effortlessly drank out of my body.

It was at that point that I noticed that my tits had actually enlarged thanks to the milk: a natural double-D, I was now firmly into E-cup territory, and quickly making my way up to double-E, then triple-E, threatening to even at one point surpass the much superior G-cup goddess. «GOD!!» The tits didn’t even need to throb so that the milk was squirted out at insane speeds; the mere pressure inside of them already did the trick. The milk was bursting at an intense, yet steady pace, the hose from my right tits splashing on the ceiling in one unbroken torrent. «I’M GOING TO DIE!! I’M GOING TO DIE!! I’M GOING TO…»

Cum! “OOOAAAHHH…!!!” Rivers of female cum exploded out of my cunt with a force great enough to make it splash even back at my own face. My body was being showered now under my own milk and nectar. *pop!* Adding some thirty orgasms to my mix, the goddess took her mouth out of my tits. “Three thousand orgasms.” Even she seemed amazed at the amount of cum my body was able to withstand, as well as to produce. “My beautiful mare.” She licked her lips, threads of milk dripping from all her mouth. One line of milk in particular came out of her left nostril, meaning that my torrents were strong even for her standards! Upon realizing that, fuck, my nipples “came” even harder, splashing milk on the goddess’s face, only for her to laugh and condemn me: “fine. You proved me you can come over a thousand times in less than ten seconds. Well,” her fingers stopped, then adopted an “attack stance” I’d never before felt inside of me. “Let’s go for ten thousand.”

She. Couldn’t. “AAAHH!! AAAHH!! AAAHH!!” Be. Serious. “FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!! FUUUU…!!!”

Splashes. Splashes and hoses and explosions of cum nectar from my pussy. Time had disappeared from my mind, and probably from real life altogether. My body was a wind whirl of orgasms and relentless cumming. I was dead, I was alive, I was both and the same time, and then some: a third state of life. A parallel reality. “AAAAHHH…!!!” My screams echoed around me, taking human shape, bodies of their own, and then sticking their tongue out and licking all of my being while penetrating me in every orifice with their fingers, their cocks, their pussies, and making me cum, cum, cum!

«Wait, wait!» Suddenly… «where am I??»

It was like reality had changed around me, yet it was all the same: the iron bars, the walls, the gym… everything the same. «Fuck!» The only thing different was, I guess, the size of the pool of cum around me, which reached from wall to wall in the place. «Jesus!» The sensation inside was so weird: it was like an undying vacuum on my lungs. The air fought to fill them back up, but the emptiness just persisted, so my breast felt slightly lighter at one moment, then heavier again at another. «What the fuck…?!»

No time to think: as I laid there, my back on the ground, the sounds of iron being pumped caught my attention. «Did I just travel in time?» No. Night was still high. If anything, I had “traveled” into the future; the moon didn’t shine through the windows anymore. It was midnight, probably early in the morning, and the neighborhood was as dead and silent as a neighborhood could be—safe from her sounds, of course. «Her!» I tried to look at the source of the sound, but realized «fuck!» My body twitched helplessly on the ground. «I can’t…!» A slight panic took over me. «I cannot move!»

I literally felt nothing in my entire body. Nothing. Zeet! Niet! I was like a person whose consciousness had been trapped on a tetraplegic, vegetative body: I sense my surroundings, but couldn’t do much else. The one thing I could do, however, was to speak: “h-help!” Fuck. Even my lips felt sodomized. The word left them all wrong and wobbly, like a retard speaking. “H-help!”

I heard the sound of weights being dropped, then a massive fucking creature getting up and walking towards me. “You’re awake.” She spoke, her voice adding to the rumble of the place. “Let me help you.”

Just like this, the giantess picked me up and laid me on a bench press, massaging her body with her salami-sized muscle fingers. One by one, my nerves came back into place—and with the nerves, so did the… “aah!! Aaaah!!” Orgasms! “FUCK!!”

My pussy squirted another long thread of juices, and the goddess was quick in seizing it with her fingers. Multiple orgasms reverberated inside of me. Gushes of cum exploded out of my quivering queeny, enough loads to fill up a sink. “Didn’t get enough orgasms, did you?”

“AAHH!! FUCK!!” I tried to focus: “did I… fuck!!… did I pass out again?!”

The goddess nodded. “You slept for two hours. Usually, I wouldn’t pay attention to you, for I can’t waste time on partners that faint too often.” Her fingers kept working my insides while her other hand massaged my breasts, making the milk inside them burn! “However, you’re a special case: you fainted twice, yes, but your second dropdown was because you were overloaded with orgasms.”

«Overloaded with orgasms!» She would have giggled if she wasn’t cumming and screaming so hard. «Fuck! Only a woman like her could use a term like this!»

She looked around the gym, seeing the dozens of muscular, naked male (and some female) bodies on the place. She tried to sort out her next question, but the orgasms proved to be too much a drain on her brain as it was in her physique: «fuck!! Fuck!!» For every word, three loud gushes from my cunt. «How can she so easily draw these juices from me?!»

The mountain of orgasms only became greater as the monstress laid her lips on my breasts and started sucking them up all over again. “AAAH!!!” I hit her on her abs… only to cause my fists to nearly splinter!

Her muscles reverberated: for every gulp of fat, scorching milk she took, her entire musculature bloated and rumbled. *Booom! Boom! Booom!* Seriously, it was like she had a fucking machine inside of her!

“What the fuck… AAAH!!!” I tried to speak, but by god, how strong those orgasms were! “P-please!! C-can I just get a rest… for a fucking second?!”

She withdrew her fingers from me and stood up. “Fine.” Her cocky smile could make an Alpha male cum on the spot! “I also need you ready for my cock!”

Oh, yes, her cock. How the fuck did I even forget about it? «Fuck! Fuck!!» That’s why: those godforsaken orgasms! «Jesus Christ! It’s like my pussy is on an automatic mode of cumming! Fuck!! FUCK!!!» One stronger than the other. “You’ve g-got a fucking cock?!” I managed to ask, feeling my throat burn and my stomach almost spill out its contents through it—those orgasms made my whole body cramped and hurting, after all.

Instead of talking, the beautiful giantess simply took her monstrous limp member with a hand and lifted it up. The size of that thing made my heart shrink in fear and my nipples harden like steel. I came hard through my pussy and lactated like a fertile cow through my massive tits. As a woman who always liked manly things, seeing that inhumane, literally fantastical cock hovering over me, in the flesh, was enough to give not just my pussy, but my very organs multiple orgasms.

“Fuck!! Fuck!! FUCK!!!”

The monstress simply smiled, knowing the effect she had on all living beings. “I’m sorry to gift your eyes with such a small appetizer.” Her giant hand moved around the flesh of that monstrous gland, pulling its foreskin and revealing a crown fatter than two conjoined fists. “I promise you: I’m much more of a grower than I am a shower.” By that time, my pussy was a hose: even the ceiling was stained by my cum explosions as I put my hands over it and tried—just tried!—to contain my biblical orgasms. “I’m twenty-four inches limp. A pencil dick, I know, but just you wait until I start pumping this dick… uuurr!… with gallons of my scorching blood!”

She didn’t just brag; she delivered: with slow and sensuous motions, she pumped that titanic limp cock with her hand, making it puke buckets of jelly, transparent precum on my body. “GOD!!” When the first gallon of lubricant hit my belly, I felt my four-pack abs being crushed by something like a sack of bricks. The weight of that goo was unreal! For fuck’s sake! How could a woman be so virile? “Y-your d-dick…!!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” She rolled her eyes and turned her cock to my face. “Shut up and drink it.”

“Aah…!” There were no more words for me, only precum: with a loud slush after another fat, noisy splash, the gallons of precum kept being poured into my opened mouth, which had no option but to gulp as much as it could take. Just as the first gulp passed through my throat, however… «Jesus!!» My body jolted. It was multiple orgasms, yes, but it was also… life! Juvenescence! «God!! I feel like pure power!!» In the blink of an eye, my body was not only reenergized, but greedy and thirsty: I was reaching out to that goddess’s cock with my hands, trying to greedily pump its virile seed into my face… then straight into my womb.

“Nah-ah-ah!” With a mere flicker of her pinky, she pushed my hands away, and I swear that, had she wanted to, she would have shattered my wrists in the process. “You don’t touch it now. This god cock is too much for your puny organism—yet.” Steam burst from her nostrils as she cracked her knuckles and pumped that beauty again. “I need to ready you. Make you worthy! I’m going to breed nice and hot, and leave you nothing but a pile of flesh and cum, your pussy gaping with pounds of my semen, yet you’ll be begging for more… forever!”

Her confidence was downright insane—but, anyway, I too would be that cocky if I had a twenty-four-inch limp cock on my waist. “You…!! Gurp!!” I tried to speak, but was drowned under gallons of hot precum every second. «Fuck!» If not for the orgasms piling up inside me, that would have been a very painful experience. «How can her precum be so fucking hot?»

It felt like she was unloading a very warm, sizzling-hot stew over my body. Steam filled the place like a sauna. Soon, I felt my belly gently bulging, with the liquid making its way down into it despite my body being laid vertically on the bench. «Jesus!» Its weight was so tremendous I felt my stomach hurting. Its heat cooked me alive from inside out. Coughing, I reached out through the layer of lubes that covered me and tapped the muscles of her legs. “Fuck!!” I screamed under the lube, and the air formed big, dense bubbles where I could breathe my own carbon monoxide. “Fuck!!” By touching her skin, I had given myself another set of destructive orgasms: “GOD!!”

My pussy hosed juices like there was no tomorrow. Noticing my desperation, the giantess moved her meat pole away, turning it down on my waist as she cleaned the pre-spunk from my face. “What a cuttie little muscle Amazon we have here.” She pumped her donkey dick with the confidence of someone who was long used to its power. Volleys of fat, dense, heavy pre-spunk kept falling on my belly. As I panted, I noticed that monster slowly swelling, then shrinking, and a heavy, hard thread of precum almost spear me through the bellybutton.

*Gloorsh!!* Her juice made a deliriously thick, gooey sound! *Gooorsh!!* The monstress breathed hard, like a bull, and steam kept bursting from her nostrils like geyser. “How do you like my monster meat?”

I was aghast. I mean, what other reaction could anyone have? “Is t-this thing alive?!” It certainly looked like it: the fat arteries multiplied across its immense surface, and even with her gigantic hand—which could easily hold my head like a coconut—the monstress could only grasp half that monster’s girth with one palm.

“I have perfect, absolute control of every one of my muscles—especially this one.” The monstress then… “Hey. Look!” She let go of the penis and lifted her arms up, holding her hands behind her head and giving me a show of massive muscular perfection. “See how I flawlessly I can control my muscles… and turn my body into a living, breathing machine of power!”

Her confidence alone took two more orgasms of my body, then, in a very torturous manner, I kept cumming nonstop, but a very different, low-key kind of orgasm: it felt like my pelvis, then all my body was constantly vibrating, as if I had struck my G-spot with a dildo at moderate intensity, yet kept it going forever. And ever. And ever…

“Aaaahh!!!”

With powerful flexes, the goddess showed off the perfection of her biologically superior physique. No animal could compare to that fleshly machine of love and power! Her triceps bloated like sheets of armor besides her torso, and her tremendous abdomen contracted and hardened into another pair of muscles, completing a 10-pack on her belly. Her breasts swelled way past the triple-G cup, landing firmly on the H-cup territory, and her legs swooned thicker than tree logs, the throbbing arteries multiplying over her body like she was about to feed herself another hundred gallons of hot, steamy blood. “Fuck, me, aaah!!” The goddess was clearly proud of her physical perfection, and she showed it through her grunts, moans, and manly growls. “Fuck, I’m so fucking powerful! Uuuuh!” She flexed her arms. The powerful bombs that were her triceps and biceps bloated audibly. “Fuck me! Look at my monster dick, my beauty! Fuck!” Her penis throbbed. “I could tear a horse in two with this baby!”

As weird as she could sometimes sound, I couldn’t deny the inhuman allure of her beastly appendage. Like, holy fucking shit! I was orgasming loudly just by beholding that behemoth gland of size and power before my eyes! On its limp state, that cock was thicker than my calf, and its fattest part—in the middle—was easily twice the rest of its girth. As it throbbed and stood up, however, I realized that beautiful aberration of a dick would easily surpass the width of my waist—and I was not a thin Barbie doll, but instead a fitness aficionada with muscle of steel.

“Jesus Christ! You’re a god!” I said it straight, with my fingers delving straight into my gushing cunt. “You’re god!! You’re god!!”

The goddess hermaphrodite smile, satisfied with my acquiescence. “Nah. This is still the cock of a mere animal.” She made her crotch vibrate, sending waves through the steel-hard muscles of her semi-erect penis. “I make my bitches faint when it grows to its fullest. Oh, but you wait, my little darling. This is still not the part where you see my member in all its glory.” Spreading away her legs, she pointed down. “This is the part where I show you… just how powerful my cock can be… when it’s only at 10% its peak hardness.”

She talked about her physique like a scientist, and I didn’t doubt she was just that: an expert connoisseur of her own physique; a human (?) who had reached the limits of human potential, then burst through it, and every passing day was walking one step closer to sexual divinity. As that incomprehensible goddess—that perfect being!—was drawing another breath, I realized her massive balls were hanging as low as her thick knees, the weight of them too great even for her own iron sack.

“Jesus fucking Christ, what gorgeous monsters!!” I penetrated myself with four fingers and gushed a few ounces of steamy squirt upon gazing on those… massive!… unreal!… fat, heavy, monstrous balls! “Semen!!” I screamed at the edge of my consciousness. “I want your semen!!”

That’s what my head went straight at with the sight of those testicles. I’d always loved men who could cum like horses, even fantasized about big, virile bulls breeding with their mares, filling them with legendary amounts of seed, but those giant, dangling balls smashed through even my filthiest of fantasies. “AAAHEE!!” I screamed, and powerful gushes kept bursting from my steamy cunt. “JESUS!!” It was impossible, in fact, to look at those balls and not to think of semen; the amount of thick, throbbing veins over their surface was superior to those in the testicles of five stallions, yet still that was a pitiful display compared to the insane thickness and number of semen ducts that surrounded her testicles. “Oh, my god!” I came. “OH, MY FUCKING GOD!!” I exploded some more.

That monstress didn’t have ducts; she had tunnels in which the thick, sloshing semen moved slow and powerful around her overgrown testicles. Her produce was so virile I could literally see the swats of semen flowing inside her ducts, circling her balls as they swelled and shriveled, sending another swat of fat, steamy spunk to their reserves. “JESUS FUCK…!!”

It was inhumane to think of the amount of semen she was visibly, audibly producing! I don’t kid you: I could literally hear her semen sloshing! “How c-can you…?!” Before I could gush about her ludicrous virility, the goddess smirked, and then her penis exploded like a water cannon. “Fuck!! Alrea-??”

I stopped and watched carefully that spunk explosion. It wasn’t actually semen, but still precum, yet the volume and strength of it was clearly like an orgasm. “H-how…?!” Then I notice that goddess’s smile, the lusty gleam in her eyes, and the rhythmic, harmonic contractions of all her muscles, and realized that orgasm—that volcanic explosion of precum—was just her casually showing off. “My god.”

I had even stopped coming as the goddess shot a continuous ocean of precum for five seconds, then ten seconds, then twenty seconds, then… “uuh, baby!” She roared. “That’s what I’m talking about! Ooh! What a lovely piss of precum, huh?” She literally punched her penis, which throbbed in response. “Nothing like a nice unload of a few pints to clear up your cock hole, don’t ya think, little bunny?”

Pints. As if! In a single second, that monstress had probably unloaded some five fucking gallons of juice! «This is unreal.» My awe completely muffled my orgasms. I rubbed my eyes, getting lots of precum on my face. «This cannot be real!!» The translucid spunk was spurting down the stairs, raining on the floor below like several waterfalls from every edge and crevice of our place, and the bodies that laid around us were slowly being swallowed by the ever-growing sea of manly juice.

Manly! A man! She was a man, but also a woman. “No, no, honey!” She said, and my heart felt squeezed by a powerful fang. “I’m no man. I really a woman.” She flexed her pelvic muscles with jaw-dropping mastery, making that monstrous, gargantuan breeding pole expel several more buckets of ball-juice. “I just have a forty-plus hard monster dick and iron balls to top it off.” As she spoke, reading my mind and sensing the combustion of my body, I felt my heart all the way up on my throat, beating between my lips, sending shivers down my spine—which were nonetheless nullified by the orgasms that returned.

The goddess’s abs danced as her body rumbled with titanic power. That beast of a god-woman could power the world’s biggest cruise ship with the energy coursing in a single of her legs, not to mention her goddamn buttocks, which were a marvel to strike orgasms in anyone who beheld it. “AAAH…!!!” Anyone like me. “Stop!! You’re killing me!!”

I screamed—not of pleasure now, but shock, for the monster lady grabbed be by the hair and pulled my torso up, leading me to her massive pussy penetrator, her gigantic womb fertilizer. “Feel my dick.” She pushed my face against her cock and squeezed my nape. I gargled madly on that dick, and my pussy reverted to spewing continuous, subsonic jets of orgasm. I was squirting like a machine gun of pussy juice, and the goddess seemed all-too pleased by my pleasure, as I felt the precum bursting inside her urethra much harder and… hotter!

“Fuck!! Fuck me, god!!” My eyes were melting! “This is hot!! This is seriously, seriously h- AAAH!!” My pussy unloaded a big one! I counted four seconds of continuous squirt-hosing while the monstress laughed and gritted her teeth. “Yes, bitch!” She roared, triumphant. “Sink your hands on these massive bull balls!” She guided my hands for me as my whole body was seized by climaxes, shaking like a snake after biting an electric cable.

Her hand… Jesus Christ, what a fucking monster she was! Her fingers were, like, each one as big as the biggest penis that had ever drilled me! I gawked to the fact she could rip my hand off clean without even noticing, yet still managed to handle me with utmost care, like an artisan making a porcelain sculpture, and then she aggressively sank my hand into her testicular meat, giving me a second layer of multiple orgasms atop the first one. “Cum. Cum your heart out by feeling the true power of a breeding machine!” She then raised her hand and laughed, adding a few more inches to the insane muscular girth of her penis. “God, I am so PERFECT!!”

Her precum shots were no longer splashing against, but frankly assaulting the walls of that gym. I didn’t care, not could I look at it, for my whole face and hands were just… dick! Dick and balls! Dick, dick, dick, balls, balls, balls! My crotch was desensitized again. «God!» My brain, all fried eggs in my skull. «Dear god…!» The hardness of that thing! «How can I possibly describe this?!»

I couldn’t. I’m not too good a writer, honestly. Fuck, I have come a whole other gallon of juices just by remembering… aaah!… that insane physique of hers.

Fuck. To know that my giantess is out there, breeding another harem with her potent seed… Jesus, it makes my queeny quiver! Fuck! I just unloaded another jet of… aah!! Cum! There we go, another squirt! Fuck, I’m hosing the walls of my bedroom with my juices. I guess not even this big-ass room is enough for my arousal. Oh, god, how long?! How long do I have to wait to be bred by that monster again?!

Anyway, back to my story: I had in my face the hardest, fattest dick known to man… and balls! Oh, fuck, those balls were even more arousing! Most of my cum was thanks solely to those balls; no disrespect to her dick, of course, but those balls… fuck me, they were something else!

I think it’s because it’s the balls the make the man, not the dick. A dick is wonderful, but how useful is a gun when it’s not loaded? Not useful at all! No! It’s the balls! It’s the balls that make the broth of life, that load the mighty cum and fill a fertile womb with life! It’s the balls, as well as the quality of the seed they produce—and those balls, oh, they had the greatest, as well as the most seed in any testicular pair ever!

That monster… that mighty, endowed bitch… god, did anyone ever doubt that she could cum like a whale? Her precum alone was splashing against the upper half of my big, muscular thighs. When she truly unloaded her white, heavy seed… good god! I wonder if I could possibly survive that!

«Apparently, I did.» I think to myself right now, caressing my big, beautiful belly. «I and my womb. We both survived!» I feel the little warriors kick inside my belly. “Hush,” I tell them. “Hush, my baby darlings. Mommy is giving herself a little love… oooh!” And then I orgasm some more, remembering the texture and hardness of my first time feeling that dick all over my face. The babies kick harder inside my womb; they know their “mother” is near, inside my head, making me cum, making love to me through my memories.

But what am I saying? Back! Back to the story: semen! By god, the semen inside those balls! Like… fuck me! How could that woman store so much spunk in such a tight space? “What’s with that dumb face, blondie?” She pulled my head back and laughed at my fucked-up expression. “Never seem a massive cock before?”

The fact that she didn’t stop shooting precum like a fucking machine for even a second made my pussy explode and my heart nearly block the words on my throat: “h-h-how m-much spunk…?”

“A lot!” Her voice reverbed on the walls, and then she pushed my face violently against her crotch. Damn! She could push me against a stone wall and still it wouldn’t have hurt as much as her dick! Was she literally made of titanium or something? “You weakling! There’s no end to my fucking cum!” She was posing with one hand under her back, gently thrusting her pelvis forward, fucking the air with her semi-erect rod, making the jets of precum splash against the ceiling and leave a visible dent on the metal walls of the place. Slowly, then, a smile began to dawn. “Do you want some?”

My body shuttered. «No!» She couldn’t mean it… “Shut up, my slave slut! Shut up and eat some more monster futa dick!” She ground my face harder and harder against her titanic dick. My hands clutched her balls, my biceps swelled, my arms became veiny and ripped with me trying to lift those iron spheres of virility, but all the strength in my upper torso failed to raise them even an inch higher.

She could read my mind. She could control my body. «Fuck!! Oh, FUCK!!» And, apparently, she could command my pussy to orgasm continuously, endlessly, making my body squirt more lubes than in an entire sex store with a simple massage of her powerful fingers behind my nape. “Jesus, stop this, please!!”

The monstress, however, was obsessed in driving me insane: “do you want to drink my cum?” Her cocky smile! God! Even to this day, there’s not a moment I think back to that smile and… don’t drench my panties on the spot! Fuck me, that perfect, gorgeous smile of a lioness who knows she could lay whomever and whatever warm-blooded creature she laid her eyes upon.

The smirk of sheer, absolute sex confidence! What a goddess!

“N-n-no!” I screamed, tears flowing down my cheeks, squirts hosing my inner thighs, splashing loudly on the floor, and that monster simply laughed, pulling me up and away from her dick.

“Too bad.” She grabbed her monstrous breeder with her other hand. “I don’t remember ever asking for permission to anyone—really asking, you know.” He raised me by the neck eleven feet above the ground, without so much as a flinch, and then I was quivering, moaning, and squirting with my pussy at the level of her bellybutton. “I just like being gentle sometimes, you know.” She pulled her dick up very slowly, parting my legs with its meaty trunk, and then she moved that beast up and down, spreading me open like I was about to mount a horse.

“Stop!” She commanded, and my heart almost stopped as a result. “Not you.” She looked up to me and chuckled. “My cock.” With one final, powerful throb, her cock was quiet. Not a single extra drop of precum burst through its cumslit, and the monster rested on a perfectly horizontal position, staying still even while she moved her hand up to scratch her chin. “Mm, good, good. I see you’re well lubricated enough, my love.” She moved that powerful hand to my tits. With the tip of her fingers, her massaged and squeezed my nipples, milking them with loud squishes, raising her head and letting herself be bathed by my nectar. “I like making my women squirt and lactate. Only proves how almighty I am.” Her grip tightened around my neck. “How fucking godly I can be!”

I was suffocated, and was begging for more! With her monster dick throbbing between my legs, I felt my body now being filled by that kind of powerful, extraneous heat that emanated from her breeding muscle, not just the heat of my own arousal.

My pores all stretched wide and open, letting a strong layer of steam form around my body. I was preparing myself, yes, to be bred like an animal by that machine, and once I mustered enough strength to open my eyes and turn my head down, oh, I saw her beastly face staring at me with that goddamn pussy-dripping smile, which made all my muscles throb and rumble in preparation for another squirting org-

“No!” Her voice struck me like a spear. “No cumming now. Sit, my little pet, and stay quiet.” Her other hand… “Yes. Like this. So cool and beautiful.” She fumbled my body. She squeezed my muscles. She inspected me like an animal; like a farmer testing the quality of a horse’s muscles; like I myself had fondled many man’s balls, when they were big enough, testing the quality of their seed, seeing it I could feel their fresh, hot semen pumping inside their engorged testicles (I never could, no; not until meeting her).

Her fingers slid down to my legs, and her mighty palms feasted on my inner thighs. My pussy quivered, and I gasped with my lungs screaming for help. She, however, was cruelty incarnate: “don’t you dare cum.” Her hands fondled me harder, making splashing noises with the juices on my legs. “I will level your stomach with my fist and crack your neck like a toothpick if you so much as squirt a single drop of cum on my hands.” Then, she… “I will penetrate you.” She slid one finger in my quinny, and, god!, did I feel like the world’s most massive penis was invading me! “I will fuck you with my thumb, and you will not dare cum.”

“Aah!!” My entire body shivered, my muscles very close to an all-encompassing cramp. My voice was soon lost and my throat swelled to twice its size, the thickened veins and throbbing arteries multiplying all around me, my four-pack turning into a six-pack, my glutes becoming like watermelons filled with cement, and my legs, oh, my fucking mare-like legs swelling and pumping like a mare about to kick, both power and agony filling me up, that explosive orgasm that could never be. “Please!!!” I managed to whimper, tears running from my eyes. “Please, my goddess!!” She was moving her finger up and down my snack, penetrating me just like a well-endowed stud would. “Give me release!!!” My body exhaled steam. “PLEEEEEASE!!!”

What came after was only a deep, maniacal laugh. The goddess had blood in her eyes. Her teeth her sharp, her canines like vampire’s. “You stupid, sexy mare. I will tear your soul before wrecking your pussy like stallion.” Her finger motions picked up pace, fucking my snatch twice per second. “Actually, a horse would pray so he could fuck a mare even half as hard as I will fuck you. Be happy, my dear, and rejoice, for when I’m done with your pussy…”

“Fuuuu…!!”

“I will feel like you’ve been torn apart by a hundred horses… only to then be bred by two hundred bulls, and then more!”

“FUCK ME, PLEEEEEASE!!!” Only her finger was fucking, though. The pressure of the unreleased orgasm inside me was so strong I felt myself being cooked under the skin. All my organs, like my muscles, were throbbing and changing form, sometimes swelling to double their usual sizes, making me at times look hideous and bloated. With my pussy forbidden to squirt, my tears began to burst from my eyes in long, loud arcs, the squishing sounds both adding to my arousal and making my head hurt like fucking hell.

I heard the muscles in her arm rumble as her finger took a machinal pace to its fucking. It was unimaginable, that rough fucking she was giving! My pussy could not squirt, but that didn’t prevent it from lubing itself with apocalyptic loads of juice, which were splashing loudly on her dick and raining loudly on the ground.

She fucked me four times per second, then five, then God-knows-how-many as her finger became a giant blur in the air. At that point, throwing my head up and staring at the ceiling, I saw everything red, then black, and realized I was about to black out again.

“What…?!” With my body squirming and jumping up and down, I looked around and felt electricity almost melt my eyes. “What has…?!”

Her finger made a machinal sound as it pounded me. “You passed out. One.”

“One?!” The heat inside me, again, overwhelming. “One wha… aaahh!!!”

Everything dark again. Lord knows for how long. I woke up, and then the giantess simply said “two” before plunging her finger in me a little deeper, a little harder, so close to grazing my cervix, and making something literally explode inside my head.

Everything was black once again. A few neurons had probably busted. I didn’t know, for I was unconscious, and when I got to my senses again—“three”—the goddess simply picked up her pace, fucking me just a little faster, just a little harder, until I was passing out just as quickly as I woke up. Her voice planted the numbers straight into my breast, which throbbed with over-heated milk: “four. Five! Six. Seven! Eight, my girl, eight! Now, let’s go to nine!”

Every time I woke up—“fourteen!”—I felt farther away from life. Every nerve of mine was hyper-charged. Every pore in my body exhaling steam. «Dear god…!» “Twenty-four!” It got to a point I thought I was passing out while passing out, going deeper into my essence like Leo DiCaprio in that weird dream heist movie. “Forty-eight!” I had pissed myself. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but that’s the way it was: with no other way to vent its arousal, my body just unloaded my bladders into that woman’s finger, which just kept thrusting itself into me like nothing had happed. The giantess’s uncaring, sadistic voice struck my heart once more: “seventy-one!” Every nerve in my body had popped like a fuse. My limbs were limp. My mouth, wide open and drooling. Blood was coming out from both my nostrils, and then my eyes, bulging out, were filled with red, like they were just a hair-trim away from literally… *pop!*

As I crossed the “hundredth pass-out” mark, the monstress froze her massive finger-dick deep inside me. Then, savoring every inch, she grazed my cervix. “Cum.”

Every opened pore and hole of me exploded with steam and cum. The explosion of squirt was so strong I almost felt my pussy rip itself open, my juices splashing on my face, my limbs twitching like an entire power plant was discharging itself whole on me. “Stop.” Just like that, with another command… I screamed! “AAAAHH!!!” She commanded me again to stop, and my body immediately complied. I barely had any voice left in my throat, yet still I begged while sobbing like a child: “pleeeeease!!” Blood was dripping from my nostrils. “Pleeease, god, stop this!! I want to cum!!!”

“You want to shut up and obey me, that’s what you want.” Her teeth glimmered as she smiled. “Cum.”

“GOD!!!” My pussy and tits exploded with honey and milk. The goddess opened her mouth and drank from my squirting lactum, and then, as sudden as before… “stop!” Electricity blasted through every nerve and pore, and my body shut its orgasms like a train crashing against a mountain. “Good girl. Now cum again.”

“NOOOOOOO!!!” I exploded cum and cream like a machine, sometimes almost puking, feeling every organ in me turn into a molten milkshake or something just as crazy. “PLEEEEEASE!!!” My screams were only less numerous than my tears. “STOP THIS!! PLEEEEEASE!!!”

She alternated the orders exactly when she knew I was about to be satisfied: when I was cumming, she commanded me to stop just I neared the peak of my orgasm; when I was frozen, she ordered me to cum just as the pent-up energy was about to knock me unconscious again, giving me a much-needed reprieve. I exploded and dried out like this, a human yoyo of orgasms for ten minutes until the goddess moved me up and shook my body over her dick. “Good. Now cum a long and hard one for ten seconds. Now!”

“AAAAAH…!!!” I passed out when my pussy unloaded the most massive, snatch-tearing fountain of squirt ever! Her monster dick was completely coated by my juices, which rained on the ground like three whole bathtubs of girl-cum had been turned around at once. “Three… two… one…” She counted. “Good. You can cum yourself to death now, if you so wish.” And, just like the uncaring beast she was, the goddess threw me away like a ragdoll, seeing my body crash on the ground and explode in extra layers of cum and cream while she turned away and rubbed her dick with both hands, slow and patient, savoring herself before she plunged into me.

I came on the ground, unconscious, for twenty more minutes until all the orgasms had been extracted from every single cell of my body. As my hundreds of simultaneous sets of multiple orgasms subsided, I was suddenly knocked back into life, literally jumping off the ground with my entire body, then crashing back on it vertically as if a spring had propelled me a second prior, and then I was left trembling, shaking, panting, gushing, with calmer threads of cum bursting from my twat and thinner lines of milk squirting from my tits.

I heard a step. The entire floor rumbled. *Booom!* “Time to feed my baby.” Before I knew it, I felt myself grabbed by the hair and my torso pulled nonchalantly from the floor, rising up again, but this time only to the height of her mighty balls, with her even mightier dick hovering over my face. The beast must have been only seventy percent hard, yet already it was longer than thirty-five inches. What a beast! “Come, little child.” With her free hand, she stroked one mighty ball. “Come drink from my breeding seed… before I properly stuff your cunt with this world-conquering behemoth… and fecundate you with my powerful, mighty pole.” Just like that, without a single other word of warning, she stretched my jaw wide open and pushed herself inside me with her throat-ripping, stomach-bursting cock.

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[NSFW/+18!] Seedmaker 6: The Love (and Cum) of a Goddess

I looked at my man. He looked at me. I can’t remember what happened immediately after, for he threw himself on me with the full mighty of his body—his fifteen thousand pounds of bull muscles crushing me against one of the many walls of the vast place. *BOOM!* The metallic surface bent under my back. The outline of my body was drawn on the titanium wall, like a very hot cartoon. After that, the monster roared, releasing hot steam on my neck and my chest, and my tits responded with gallons of milk through their razor-sharp nipples, followed by an ungodly unloading of cum through my cunt.

“Yes, yes, YES!!” I cried when I felt the monster grabbing something between his legs. “Impale me with your fat horse cock, my breeding god!!”

I was shut up immediately after. As quick as the blink an eye, the bull penis rose to its maximum hardness: sixty inches of man pillar penetrating me and pushing my womb into my guts, rearranging all my organs as the monster invaded me and plowed me like a conqueror. The wall behind me were bent further and further and further, with my body deeper impaled in them by the conqueror’s godly thrusts.

With fire bursting from his nostrils, the monster plowed my pussy. The room was filled by the booms of his penetration as my womb was pushed all the way up to my throat, with the outline of my organs bulging through my skin. He kept his hand on my throat, crushing it so hard that the shape of his hand and fingers was also imprinted on the wall. By holding me still like the little whore I was, he pounded me like one giant, mythical horse. The entire room shook and unraveled under his power. I had to beg for him to not destroy that entire place with his power, but I was short of options, really: if he wanted to destroy it all, he would, and nothing on the universe would stop him.

“Whore!!” He roared, his mighty grunts making the place tremble harder. “Cheap ass filthy slut!!” He pounded and pounded and pounded me at supersonic speeds. My pussy was a giant geyser of squirt. Oceans of my nectar invaded the place in waves as I screamed and creamed myself deliriously. The giant, powerful lips of my bull stud dominated my nipples, and what followed was the most powerful suction I had ever had.

“GOD!!!” My eyes almost popped as my mind blanked and my body entered as state of eternal, unending, relentless orgasms. The monster sucked my milk in such powerful loads that his throat inflated to the girth of my own legs. The fat, creamy juice splashed on his stomach as heavy as war tanks for every gulp, and his body immediately started producing clouds of steam thanks to his superhuman digestion. “FUCK!! MY GOD!!” I was out of my damn mind as that monster crushed my other tit with his other hand and milked it for all its worth, his amazing muscles roaring and rumbling as the milk blasted thorugh my nipples like firehoses.

Plowing me with the relentlessness of a god and the thrist of a breeding bull, the monster alternated his lips between my tits, sucking such vast amounts of milk he made Jasmine and Lioness look like amateurs in comparison. «My god!!» The shards of my mind pierced together broken, spread-out thoughts. “What the fuck…?! Did I actually forget… fuck!!… how powerful he was?!” With my body sinking in the titanium walls, and the metallic surfaces of the room being literally torn in giant cracks thanks to his ferocious thrusting, I realized that it wasn’t my memory that was in the wrong place, but by expectations. No: I hadn’t forgot how strong he was; I just failed to consider how much stronger he could become.

My body was pulled from the wall and pushed against the floor, with my man roaring like a wild beast in heat behind me: “ROOOAARR!!!” The floor sank beneath me, with my pussy being relentlessly pounded by the same virile cock without a break. Now that he fucked me doggy-style, with my tits gushing ocean of milk on the ground, the monster felt his movements freer for a much greater, unrestrained fuck. Holding the back of my neck with both hand, lifting his mighty ass up until the crown of his cock was almost leaving my pussy, the monster unleashed in me the most epic thrusting I had ever felt—far superior that anything he did to me or I did to him back there in our harem planets! I a single second, he fucked me like a million horses. His precum filled me like a bitch, and my belly ballooned with the insane amount of juices he produced to lubricate himself. Aided by that sweet lubrication, the monster howled, and then plowed me some more.

Our bodies jumped from spot to spot as the floor and the walls were destroyed by just three seconds of his fucking. His thrusts were powerful enough to drill my body through five feet of pure titanium—which was the average width of all those walls. «Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…!!!» My mind raced into oblivion was almost all of my organs were liquified by his ungodly thrusting. Within five minutes, the gigantic room—as big as fifty football fields—had been completely bent and thorn like a ball of paper.

Pining me to one of the least destroyed parts of the place, the monsters roared. “Take my seed!!” With his prick pushing my womb up to my neck, he unloaded. I could hear his balls jump and smack against his ass as the first, humongous shot of scalding jizz was fired deep in my womb.

«Oh, god!!!» In the split second before the impact, my body felt all the heat and terror it once did when my pussy was first penetrated and my womb first colonized by that mighty bull seed. “Yes, yes, yes!!!” I was crying. Every pore of me came with ecstasy. “FILL ME UP WITH YOUR SPU–!!!”

My voice disappeared as the blast turned my body into a huge, swollen balloon of cum and muscles. My throat and chest were distended like the vocal sac of a frog, and soon my belly followed suit, with my overstretched vagina colonized and brutalized by hundreds of gallons of semen in barely the first millionth fraction of that god’s first load. “ROOOOAAR…!!!” With his roars making parts of the room finally collapse, the god allowed this balls to break free, and his semen soon flooded the place.

Ten seconds was all that was needed so that the man’s jizz literally covered every inch of that fifty-football-field-large room. In ten more seconds, this same insane are was now flooded by two feet of creamy spunk. And more kept coming. “WHORE!!” The beast roared, lifting my body and spanking my giant, turgid buttocks. “SLUT!! ROOAR, SLUT!!!”

“Oh, god, FUCK!!” My being was being undone at every second by the bursts of absolutely scalding, volcanic semen of that god stud in my womb. My uterus was the size of a car at that point; the ocean of sperm kept feeling me to a bursting point. The beast pounded me wildly with full stroked, all sixty-inches of his breeder getting out and coming back all in until it forced my womb almost against my skull, killing me and resurrecting me, making me feel power and virility like no woman ever would. He was a god, and he was breeding me with his godly seed.

“We need a little more space.” With surprising calmness in his voice, he pinned me against one bent, broken wall, and then…

“NOO!!!” I saw vivid flashes of colors that didn’t exist in the normal world. “Stop!! Y-you’re going to…!!”

My body sank past the full width of the wall. The metal was torn in a loud, rumbling *bang!* The entire room shook. The monster took my body with yet greater ferocity as the semen began to flow through the hole he had drilled in that wall with my body. With his continuous, unrelenting thrusts, he pounded me into oblivion into the new, even larger room.

Sirens began to ring. Red lights flickered and swooned as the monster began to flood that new environment with his godly thrusts. I was flooding it too with my gallons of squirt, but my viscous, transparent fluids looked invisible next to the bull-sized discharges of his scalding semen. Voices began to sound the alarm of what he was doing to the station—it appeared we were on a space station, after all: “you cannot copulate here! This station doesn’t have the strength to…!”

As he stared into something (or someone) I couldn’t see, my body tensed up in pure agony, both aroused and terrified by the sheer anger in his face. “Leave us… alone!!” He roared and puffed, going back to consume my mouth with his powerful kiss. The voices no longer disturbed us, though the red lights and the warnings kept adding to the chaos of our godly fucking.

“Yes… oh, yes!!!” Even my tears couldn’t express the ecstasy I was feeling! “Fuck me like the god you are!!” Prompted by my words, the bull unloaded one epic ocean in my womb, filling me with a single burst that felt burning and never-ending.

“WHORE!!” With his entire, giant body producing steam like a machine, the monster withdrew from my cunt, from which rivers of semen and squirt burst all the time. “Give me your anus.”

“Ooh!!” He grabbed me by the hair and pinned me against another wall. The entire structure was undone as he pushed me against it with his superhuman strength. His fingers stretched out my anus and massaged my colon. I came and orgasmed and squirted madly as he then rammed himself up without a hitch, penetrating my guts with the full length and girth of his sixty-inch breeder.

I died. I lived. I died again. My body was cumming so hard I was almost squirting sweat through my pores! It was only a matter of seconds until I felt every inch of my guts, my intestines, my rectum, and my stomach filled with his almighty seed.

“ROOOAAR…!!!” Giving one interminable roar, the monster pushed my head up by the hair and held my still against his torso. He was now rear-fucking me with his rod on the air, holding me with his monstrous arms, lifting me up in the air as my body grew and swelled and bloated with his seed. You could see the walls of my stomach against my skin. My muscles were stretched to a breaking point. My chest expanded, giving way to the cede to dominate my throat, and my neck followed suit as I opened my mouth and prepared to become a living fountain of cum.

«Yes!! YES!!» In my mind, I was livid. «So long I waited to feel that again!!» I stopped thinking as the seed flooded my mouth. Every duct inside me had become a conductor to his steamy sperm. Stretching out my jaw as if I was eating his dong, the seed exploded through my every whole at full power, reaching up the ceiling dozens of feet above us and painting a vast area of it white with the sheer strength of its splash. The entire place was raining cum from the gallons he was unloading in my anus, through my entire body, and from the hole of my face. Mouth, nostrils, eyes, and even ears were dripping with cum—and he head so much more of it!

He roared. He crushed me. He made the cum burst with even greater pressure by crushing my body with his godly arms. His muscles were growing and hardening as he pinned me again against the semen-ridden floor and pounded me anally twice as fast as he had tone my pussy. The beast was literally crying with how much agony he felt in his balls. His gigantic testicles were like hearts on crack, beating so fast they almost became a giant blur in the air; the semen was produced and released almost instantaneous, in a volume greater than a million horses would produce in their whole lives.

The monster was anger, the monster was furious—and he was discounting his whole fury on my ass with pounds so brutal I thought he was going to fuck the skeleton out of my body. “CHEAP!! WORTHLESS WHORE!!”

I, of course, only came harder upon feeling the power of his wrath. Being anally destroyed by that godly think was one of the things I was born to. «Take me!!» In my mind, I submitted to that stud all the fucking time. «Take me!! Fuck me!! End me!!»

Fuck if I know how much seed flowed through my body at that instant. For all I knew, it could have been an entire fucking planet’s worth of jizz. It was just so much cum! “You come here!!” Whenever the monster was tired of a position—which happened fairly quickly—he changed things up with minimal warning: I was pinned against walls, then against the floor, and then within minutes the entire room had been destroyed just like the last one, with the monster drilling me against the ground so that we crashed on the room below.

Semen rained everywhere. We were fucking now on a machine-room of sorts. “What…?!” My mind was broken. The weeks of rest had left me completely unprepared for how brutally that bull would drill me. “What the fuck…?!” Sparks and flames surrounded us. He was pounding my body against several electrical machines, and the discharges of energy lit the room of fire, probably taking the entire station out of orbit. The monster didn’t care, however, and he couldn’t: when his balls were so hyperactive they made the noise of rockets being launched into space every fucking second, I knew no force in the universe could stop me—he would breed me into oblivion until the planet we crashed in too was utterly and totally covered my his seed. Jizz and semen and cum kept exploding through my holes, with the monster pulling me in to a filthy, heinous kiss.

“Give me your mouth, slut!!” He locked his lips and pierced me with his tongue. “Let me feel the taste of my own seed!!” Brutally, he took me over, and his tongue through my mouth met his penis through my anus: his gigantic mouth serpent slid down through my throat until the top of my stomach, and there it met the giant head of his own prick, which itself had pushed my stomach all the way to the top of my chest. The monster nutted his seed straight into the tip of his own tongue, yet he wasn’t yet done with all his acts of savagery. «MORE!!» I could feel his mind through his bulging, trembling muscles. «I NEED MORE!!!» He penetrated his own prick in my stomach with his tongue: the tip of the tongue slid past his urethra, and then pushed itself all the way down to three fourth of his breeding rod. The flow of spunk was severely blocked by the huge tongue, yet still it felt like I was being inseminated by a thousand bulls all the fucking time!

«Jes-!!» I cried tears of bliss, pain, agony, and exultation! I was wholly penetrated! I was being violated and broken as utterly as any woman could be broken, yet I wanted more! «Is that all…??!» With every pore of my body cumming, I wrapped my legs around the titanium-hard hips of that monster and crushed him, challenging him to go «harder!! Stronger!! Filthier!!» Despite the tank-sized loads of cum that burst through my mouth at every second, my lips found the strength to twice and bend in a cynical, provoking smile. «Is that all you can really do?!»

“ROOOOAARR!!!” Puking cum through his mouth and nostrils too, the monster stuck his fingers in my nose and blocked the outflow of cum. The raging semen had only my eyes to escape thorugh, my mouth being so utterly dominated by his kiss, and my body grew bigger and heavier as the semen piled up inside me. The cum blasted through my eyes at volumes superior to the discharges of horses, yet even them my eyes didn’t pop out—my body being that of a true goddess, of course.

«FUCK!! What can’t this fucking man do?!» Our fuck was fast and brutal. He clearly showed no interest in being complex, elaborate, or to show off; he just wanted to unload; to brutalize; to pump and dumb on my cunt all the load he had for weeks held off. His roars and bursts of steam proved that at every thrust: “ROOOAR!!!” He was a beast in heat, and he had to unload so as not to go mad!

We pierced through the machines into another wall, and then he anally tore my body up against that wall until I was drilled through its ten feet of solid titanium hardness into another room, which we—or rather, he—proceeded to destroy and floor with his overwhelming semen. «I hope my children are safe!» I pierced together the words between the thrusts. «I have no intention of stopping this bull.»

At times, yes, my muscles throbbed and swelled in a threatening manner; my body hardened, my veins thickened, all in preparation for a comeback of sorts; for my taking over of that bull and reminding him of who truly was the stud in that relationship. My body was tempted, yes, but I held it back; his ferocious thrusts made me feel like a woman, and I wasn’t about to ruin his ego again after so much work.

“F-fuck me… stud!! Fuck me!!” I screamed in between bursts of semen through my mouth. “R-rape me!! Fucking rape me!!!”

He roared. The entire place collapsed, with beams and machinery falling all around us. The thrusts gained power and intensity, with the muscles of the breeding beast growing harder and mightier by the second. His balls smacked my abs, and then his own ass, swinging back and forth between out legs, hitting me like punching bags filled with iron.

“You worthless whore!!” He snuck his fingers in my mouth and pulled my lips, lifting my whole torso even higher, pointing my head almost backwards as he crammed about fifty-five inches of his breeding rod in my body.

“Gaaar-gargle-goorh!!!” I made humiliating gargling noises as the monster basically turned my body into a living condom. His penis passed through all my guts, straightening them up with its INFLEXIBLE hardness, then it bloated my stomach, stretched my throat, and now was lodged firmly in the back of my tongue, its gigantic urethra shooting geysers of semen straight from my mouth.

“Uuur!! Uuurh!!” The monster grunted, feeling unbelievable pleasure for having the fullness of his manhood enveloped by the sturdy, wet, spongy body of his muscular female. My body was hard as the heart of the Everest thanks to its godly muscles, but inside it was like the universe’s most perfectly crafted masturbatory toy: an endless sponge of soft, wet nooks and crevices that pumped every dick to their fullest satisfaction—if that dick, of course, was big enough to fill all of me!

With the dick almost completely spearing me, I was actually able to speak something—the urethra was no longer feeling the deepest recesses of my throat with jizz, but instead shooting through my mouth, so I could actually find some dryness and space within me to make the air flow and scream my words of joy: “I’m a living, breathing sex toy—your sex toy, stud!!” I smiled—well, as well as I could smile in that situation, with my bloated, overfilled skull. “What are you waiting for?” My body stiffened in anticipation. “Fuck me whole!! Penetrate me completely!! I want to feel your balls in my ass!! Push it, cram it, ram it all up, you fucking cheap, coward stud!!”

The monster crushed my throat with both hands as he roared and rammed the final five inches of his monster rod in my anus. *Boom!!!* I felt the insanely veiny surface of his balls against my ass and my abs—his balls were so big that he sack couldn’t be on just one side of my body; usually, when one ball touched my back, the other had to go to the front. His seed makers were literally bigger than oval-shaped basketballs when he was truly aroused, meaning that having his penis ball-deep in my anus was like putting two basketballs between your legs—not an easy feet.

*Bruuuum!!* The next rumbling and shaking of the place was cause by his wild, ferocious roar. The monster crushed my throat with the intent of killing—well, I don’t know about ‘intent,’ but I knew he would have torn by head off if I hadn’t flexed my own neck and added a protective sheet of muscles to my throat. The veins in my body rippled, but the monster behind me, fucking so raw and untamed, dwarfed all my power with his insultingly bigger body—basically one giant machine of muscles and veins. Every inch of his magnificent physique throbbed and pumped, with a single swelling artery carrying hundreds of gallons of scorching blood at any given time. With steam basically covering the whole place, we felt like fucking in the middle of a volcano. However entered that room would be immediately burned to a crisp by the hellish heat of your sexual performance—and that wasn’t yet a fraction of all we could do, if you’ve read my previous accounts.

«Yes!!» My mind came, fragmented: «YES!!» The five final inches of his monster breeder burst through my lips. The helmet of his cock, too, was as big as a basketball, which means that my whole skull had been stretched to gigantic proportions to accommodate that humongous monster—I mean, I had grown, yes, but I hadn’t grown so much to the point that would be second nature to me. My body, after our initial, months-long sessions of fuck, had reverted to more ‘modest’ measurements of 8ft6in (height) and three thousand pounds (weight). Behind me, fucking me like a god stallion, stood a 14ft-tall, fifteen-thousand-pound monstrosity of a male. His sixty-inch-long, ten-inch-wide cock was literally taller than I was from hips to mouth. His muscular absurdity dominated my organism fully, and all I could do now was to withstand the pain and take pleasure on the fact I fit him so perfectly.

«I missed this power!» I cried as the cock shot its endless, unbroken loads in front of my face. I could see his gigantic helmet pumping cream all over the place. Giving me a tourist view of the station, the monster began to slowly walk around the place as he came and came and came (and then came some more and came and came and came…) his endless, humongous fat volcanic loads all over it. He was marking the station with his cum, just like every Alpha marks his territory with his seminal essence.

“I… I missed you!!” He leaned to my ear and gave it a bite, pulling it tenderly while still unloading his gallons through my cock-torn body. At one point, I saw ourselves in a reflective surface. What beautiful breeding gods we were: his massiveness, his muscular divinity incarnate, all his giganticness was holding me up on his cock, with every vein, every valley, every sulk and nook and cranny of his majestic dong delineated on my body. My entire flesh was basically just one giant piece of clothing for his mammoth manhood, which throbbed every time it unloaded a new fresh offering of semen. My mouth was monstrously distended and dislodged by the basketball-sized helmet of his breeder, which in turn grew even thicker as it unloaded jets from three inches to seven inches of width of pure cum!

His loads tore through every surface on which they splashed. He had the volume of a waterfall with the strength of pressurized cutting streams. He was a god—and I was blessed for being his offering.

«D-destroy me!!» I begged him, with my eyes crying tears almost as voluminously as my pussy unloaded squirt (and my tits did milk!) «Fucking annihilate me!!»

I needed to ask no more: in another swell, abrupt motion, the monster retrieved all sixty inches of his hard self from me, and my body exploded with cum from every conceivable pore as all these holes were relieved from the cock’s massiveness. *BLOORGH!!!* I made a loud, lousy mess of a sound as every bit of my exploded with cum, splashes of it flying in every conceivable direction, like a supernova of semen.

The breeding bull panted painfully behind me. Albeit short, his fucking was marred with so much energy that even him felt extenuated by his own power and brutality. “W-whore!!” No time to dwell too hard on it, apparently: holding my oozing body with his powerful, tree-log-sized muscular arms, the monster turned me upside down in barely a second, sending cum flying all around through my spin. He wasn’t nearly half-done with his little show as he loudly smacked his lips between my massive and built legs, gazing upon the fresh, smoky semen that overflowed from my swollen cunt. “Delicious!!” His words were animalistic, a collection of deep roars and grunts only occasionally interrupted by barely-intelligible speech. “Juicy! Fruit!! So juicy!!”

He crammed his mouth, his whole face on my cunt, and at that moment I screamed so loud the entire stations vibrated with my orgasms. I felt so consumed my entire body began to cum the hardest it did in that section, with my tits gushing milk so fucking hard it literally created holes on the ocean of semen beneath me, then literally bent and cratered the metal floor underneath it all. My pussy too followed with explosions of squirt so extreme that would have cut through metal, if any such object was put in front of it.

The man’s head was infinitely harder than metal. In fact, he demanded more and harder baths of squirt and juices, unrolling his massive, fifty-inch tongue inside my pussy and eating me out like a fucking champion of sex. I felt like a literal horse was sucking me dry—if that horse was also a super muscular god of sex and semen. I was rolling my tongue out and puking semen through my mouth and nostrils, my body still holding several hundreds of thousands of pounds of male filth inside me.

“No… so… fast… whore!!” With one massive hand, the man covered my mouth and even pinches my nose shut. Semen flowed through my eyes, painting my whole sight white.

I came harder. I could hear my pussy nectar hitting the back of my man’s mouth. My body trembled and rumbled, my muscles wanting to break free and unleash—my Amazon spirit wanting to take that men by the legs with my hands and then pull those legs apart until I literally tore him in the middle!!—but again I forced that savage side to stay subsided, wanting to ruin none of that moment. «This submission… it feels heavenly!!» So heavenly that the monster was probably eating more pussy nectar than his actual cum through my cunt, though that was always a fairly close game.

The monster sucked his own semen out of my womb as if tasty ball seed was the only nutrition he needed—well, that was actually the case for us both perfect beings, who for months ate nothing but each other’s seminal fluids. The sound of his gulping was like hundreds of gallons of marmalade falling through a tunnel-sized duct; it made the environment rumble as if we were inside a giant drum: *gluuurck!! Gluurck!! Gluuurck!!* Fuck, I came!! I came! And I came!! And I came some more!! I was cumming so much my orgasms were having orgasms! Every pore in my entire body was so stretched open that you could literally see the thousands of threads of steam bursting individually through each of them, and my skin was so aroused I looked like a fleshly, muscular ragdoll covered in thorns.

The monster didn’t just eat me out; he conquered and dominated all my insides with his massive, endlessly flexible tongue, slowly pushing my womb past my guts, then stomach, then throat, then back again into my jaw with his unyielding power. The fifty inches of that godly sexual serpent twitched and contorted with the precision of thousands of fingers, striking every conceivable orgasmic spot inside my body, enough to drill a literally infinite amount of sex fluids from my depths.

The gods can’t even comprehend the intensity of my screams and my thrashing at the moment. Women, when they suffer powerful orgasms, lose their goddamned minds and the control of their bodies; my case was just the same, though infinitely more brutal: I swear that, if his stallion body wasn’t made of some divine materials, I would have broken every bone of him and torn every inch of his skin with my wailing and shivering. All the time I screamed, all the time I cried, all the time I hosed milk, sweat, steam, and squirt from every corresponding pore. Even with hand blocking my mouth, sperm blasted through his fingers at great velocities. I was a giant balloon of muscles and cum, yet the divine strength of my skin would never permit me to pop—thank god, I guess.

My powerful arms grabbed his dick, which was perfectly parallel to his torso. The sixty-inch granite monster never stood at any angle lower than perfectly vertical and upright when fully aroused—not unless the monster required it to, and even for the giant breeder that was often a difficult task. My hands flowed down the massive monster, feeling its impossible hardness on their palms. They worshipped its myriad of swollen veins and gigantic ducts, feeling the semen barely contained in that massive pillar of divine breeding power.

The spunk was oozing from the three-inch-wide urethra. I could see it barely holding on to the edges of the urethra, like the magma lake of an active volcano about to explode at any moment. I could dip my tongue and lap on that lake of scalding semen like a cat, and the giant iron testicles of that breeding bull were close to exploding—just like my belly—with the tremendous amount of cum they were holding back. “Let!… me!…” I cried and came and came and cried. “Let me eat you!!!” I managed to shout, with semen exploding between the god’s fingers in my mouth. “Let me eat you, my fucking god!!”

Immediately, the god half-heartedly complied to my plea: he was going to be cock-sucked and ball-drained my body, yes, but be the one in charge of the whole dirty experience. “My worthless… whore!!!” Semen and pussy juice exploded from his mouth and nose as he freed my mouth and stuck his fingers inside it, pulling my lips to the side and using his salami-sized fingers to keep my jaw stretched to the max.

In the exact same time he showed intent on changing his routine, his balls rumbled: *bruum!!* Gallons of semen were injected in them by his overcharges virile organism, and the ball sack began to visibly and quickly swell before my eyes, their basketball-sized width now inflated by a couple of extra inches. Fuck me!! Do you have any idea how crazy arousing it was to hear the spunk literally moving and sloshing around inside those oversized sperm banks? Fuck, those beasts were so full of cum they were literally oozing spunk from their pores—sweating spunk, if you will! The semen formed in big, marble-sized drops through every pore, then slid slowly down the perfectly-smooth surface of the testicles until it sort of stretched itself down to the sea of cum beneath us. The sperm was so fucking dense it didn’t break apart and drip like a normal fluid, but instead it formed one giant, thick stalactite of cum from each ball down to the floor.

Seeing those two massive jewels of male power before me added atomic intensity to my pussy explosions: *boom! Boom! Boom!!* For a moment, even the humongous gods began to choke on my explosions of squirt, with a lot of the liquid bathing my back after being sneezed so hard through his nostrils.

Leaning me down with his arm on my waist and his fingers on my mouth, the monster lined my face up to his throbbing, shivering breeder. «O-oh, god!!» I cried with both ecstasy and fear as I witnessed the lake of cum barely held back in the edges of his urethra. A pillar of steam hit my face and burned it continuously. Still, I kept my eyes open, unable to look away from what was, in the entire universe, the utmost perfect monument of male power. «Jesus fucking Christ!!» I was moaning and whimpering like a starving cub. «It’s fucking bubbling!!»Yeah: the semen was so hot tiny bubbles were sprouting by the hundreds of thousands in the small surface. It was so finger-licking good I couldn’t wait to get a share of that heavenly nectar. “Oh, please, my breeding god!!” I shivered in every fucking inch! “Give me thy nectar!”

My tongue sprouted out violently from my mouth, almost as if it was ripping itself off from the confines of my body. “Uuurh!!” Still eating me out with unbreakable purpose, the monster grunted as my eight-inch-thick (at its widest) tongue penetrated his urethra and bathed on his seed, drinking his milk just like a cat.

«FUCK!!» My eyes squirted tears and semen as waves of yet more brutal, unforgiving pleasure destroyed my sensorial nerves. That was just… sooo fucking much!! My tongue dripped with his semen as it plunged again in the confines of his monster prick, this time hell-bent on exploring the deepest recesses of that ungodly breeding tool. «JESUS FUCKING CHR…!!»

I came, oh, I came and came and came! Did I mention that I came like fucking wild beasts by the millions? ‘Cause I came, fuck yeah, I came and came and came as my tongue plunged whole feet deep into that godly penis! Every pore of my mouth-serpent burned with his magma-semen, yet I wanted more, more, hotter, harder, crueler! I wanted to burn myself to a crisp with that ejaculate that was nothing less than the juice of all life in the universe—and it tasted so fucking perfect!!

The semen overflowed from the urethra as my thick tongue dove deep inside it. Inch after fat, wet inch, the tongue stimulated the scorching channel of power from that studly dick, finally reaching as deep as the upper third of the cock. “Lower!! Lower!!” I came to my god, asking him to “lower me on your godly prick!” With a roar, the monster complied, and my face went down to the powerful dick, my entire face being stretched by its humongous crown.

The helmet of that conquering penis filled every inch of my skull, the pressure so intense I felt there was dick about to come out of my eye sockets! Making wet, gurgling noises, I chewed that dick until the helmet was entering my throat. My tongue, basking in delight, dove deeper into the semen canal, finally reaching the very half of it. «He isn’t coming!» As I felt the semen gently flooding my mouth, I realized my sweet monster was still holding his spunk back.

Cum and squirt splashed from my pussy, with the beast motorboating it furiously and hungrily. “Huumph!! Huumph!!” Was the sound of him splurging and feasting on my cooch, his voraciousness causing our sexual fluids to explode in every direction. I felt his tongue in my stomach; my womb, too, ravished by that serpent, throbbed and swelled side to side with my belly. Every organ in me had been and was still being constantly rearranged by the maddening display of sexual ferocity from that stallion, whose control was such that even with his balls now as big and fat as two basketballs each, and the testicles inside that godly sack weighting over a thousand pounds each, the monster still held all of his cum back—a threatening, though subtle promise, indeed, of the insane power of his eventual release.

Flexing my muscles, I decided to enjoy myself a little on that prick. «After all, he’s holding back for a reason.» I smiled. «Ain’t gonna disappoint my god stud!» Feeling his powerful hands on my waist, knowing that he was still preparing a few more surprised for me, I took a deep breath and began to make my whole insides dance! *Bruuum!!* Like hundreds of cruise ships inside me, my body roared! *Boom!!* The entire room vibrated, and even my stud paused his licking and sucking for a bit, astounded by what was still a simple, even unconscious display of power from his female. With all my insides roaring and rumbling, I felt my lungs contract, my abs harden, and then all the cum flow up through that prick. The beast roared, finally taking his mouth off my snatch and receiving a massive jet of lube in his face.

The cum invaded my mouth with gusto. I was sucking that beast straight from the source. «Mm, delicious!!» The cum invaded my throat, then kept flowing up to my stomach, bursting like a lazy magma into the organ. My womb was warmed up by the presence of the juice. Even though I was upside down, at no point did the cum have any problem flowing up; all my walls moved and danced so as to create a constant upward pressure; so, the cum just kept flowing, with my sucking growing stronger and greedier by the minute.

«I want his dick!» I felt the muscles of my jaw almost hurt with the pressure! «I want to eat him whole!!» My tongue descended inch after inch as my entire body was pulled deeper into the massive cock. My throat was distended enormously, with every massive, aggressive vein of that prick clearly delineated through my skin. «Delicious, godly dick! Come entirely to your momma!!» I pulled myself deeper and deeper, penetrating that urethra now forty-inches deep. The seed, which was so hot that it could melt lesser metals, became hellishly so near its source. As my face approached the testicles, my eyes watered up with both all the steam and the emotions inside me. «They’re… t-they’re…!!» I was squirting in awe! «They are the testicles of a god!!»

Smooth, oval, and each as massive as a baby elephant, the inhumane testicles kept pumping seed, more and more seed into the sack, though at an uneven pace, clearly disturbed by my powerful sucking. Every time my body exerted a immense pressure in the rod, coaxing hundreds of gallons of seed through it, *booom!,* the balls stopped throbbed, and instead they decreased a little in size and were lifted up a little higher between the legs, coming closer to the god’s rigid ass. I sucked them harder, and the balls came higher. The semen flowed endlessly through the penis, the massive veins around the testicles finally becoming a little visible as the massive tanks were emptied by my power.

«God!!» My body quickly sank twenty inches on the rod, with my tongue finally reaching the base of all that pillar of jizz. In a new, unique way, the tip of my tongue was near the ducts connecting the penis to the testicles, and I finally felt that my deepest, filthiest fantasy could become a reality: «I’m finally going to drink his seed straight from the source!!»

The monster, however, didn’t know what to make with all those sensations. Sometimes his grunts were of pure ecstasy; sometimes, of pure fear and even pain: “ooaaarh!!” Often times, they were just really difficult to decipher, with his eating of my pussy becoming more ferocious even as his grunts seemed to be just painful ones. «Alright, big boy. No time for being a lady.» My entire body shivered in anticipation. «Sorry-o, but I got to find out what it tastes like!!» Grabbing that massive man-meat with my hands, I pulled myself deeper in the dong, making its helmet burst into my stomach and my head sink past the halfway-mark in the penis.

My tongue entered the main, central duct which connected all other ducts in the penis. Thousands and tens of thousands of ducts, many as thick as arms, coalesced into that super central highway of cum, and my tongue was now bathing in it. «God!! Oh, god!!» Squirting tears and cum through my eyes, I began to experience a supernatural orgasm: it was not just every nerve in my body that was cumming; it was every ethereal matter in my soul that now was cumming with the intensity of five thousand mares being well fecundated by the universe’s most powerful, virile stallions. My orgasms sort of collapsed into themselves, creating an endless feedback look of orgasms that only grew stronger at every layer of existence—much like looking at a reflection in two parallel mirrors. I was fucking dying!! «Godgodgodgod-GOOOOOOD!!!» After that, my mind collapsed in an endless stroboscopic effect, and the billions of images I saw in front of my would basically have given any other human being an instant epileptic attack. Still, my body kept sinking in the penis, and my tongue ventured forth within the smaller ducts that bifurcated from the central canal.

The semen there was dozens to hundreds of times hotter than magma; even my superpowered skin began to truly hurt when exposed to such sollar pressure and heat. «AAAAAHHH!!!» In my mind, I felt the worst pain of my life, but the agony propelled stronger jets of orgasm out of my pussy, meaning that even the worst of fates serves as fuel to my filthy orgasms. «I WANT TO DIE ON THIS FUCKING SEMEN!!!» I began to suck and suck and suck, and the balls, once always so heavy they never moved past the bull’s knees, sprouted up violently and smacked against the ass cheeks of the inhuman stud

“God!!!” The beast grunted, and his entire body shivered in overwhelming pleasure. I was yet again taking over that powerful god—yet this time I wasn’t even conscious of what I was doing. «Sorry, my love, but I gotta…!!» These thoughts, by the way, are a mere invention of my writing now; it was impossible for me to think or even feel anything coherent back then, in my infinitely orgasming state. «Sorry, my love, but I gotta drink you all!!» Sinking my teeth on the sturdy cock, I pulled myself deeper and deeper and deeper in the dick, feeling the crown of the penis unroll every inch of guts in my body and then, finally…

“ROOARR!!!” It surprised my monster by hitting him in the face as it burst through my anus.

«Eat yourself, my god, as you penetrate the guts of your woman fully!» I laughed diabolically as my body, acting on its own, just kept automatically eating that man out. The monster took his mouth and tongue from my body, adding tremendous orgasms to my already endless cumming with the sensation that sudden vacuum. Staring at his penis piercing my anus, he saw boatloads of cum bursting from the urethra without him even cumming; my suction continued, harder than ever, and the flow of spunk was like a gentle, but fat and voluminous waterfall perpetually overflowing from his urethra. Smacking his lips, the monster leaned forward and at his own prick. His lips met my iron ass cheeks as I kept pulling myself deeper and deeper, seeing just how farther I could feasibly go.

«GOD!! MY GOD!!» My cumming was so fucking mad my eyes were bleeding, and then many pores in my body began to drip with blood as vein after vein was popped with the intense pressure of my pleasure. When I said I was going to kill myself with orgasms, I fucking mean it, damn it! «All!! Gimme all!! Give me all that cock!!» My hands met a surface so hot that clouds of steam burst from their palms. «AAAH…!!!» I had managed what no woman on Earth could achieve: I had penetrated myself into that dick fully, with my hands now scooping the bottom of the man’s testicles. «Jesus…!!!» My pussy became an gatling gun of squirt, lubes splashing and spraying everywhere as my mouth reached the very base of that dick—and then wait a little beyond, forcing my lips against the crotch and the inner thighs of the stud. «JESUS FUCKING CHR-!!» I must have fainted at that point, for my memories of the following seconds—or minutes—is just a series of broken images followed by gradually longer periods of terrifying darkness.

The juice kept flowing, with my tongue sliding between the balls through one of the thousands of ducts in them. Every bit of my being, even when dying with orgasms, still sucked the cum, and now even more strongly as I felt its heavenly flavor of its birthing place. I could feel the upstream of cum as it was pumped by the testicles themselves, and the two sexual gonads, each as massive as an obese five-year-old, throbbed intensely underneath all the layers of cum stored in the sack. «FUCK!!» My tongue was massacred by the countless pumping of those gonads every second. «These beasts… they throb faster than the flapping of a hummingbird’s wings!!»

The legs and crotch, the entire lower half of that monster’s body was beyond just ripped and muscular; all of the stud’s veins were concentrating there to feed the massive testicles enough nutrients for that crazy sperm production. Every time a new super load of scorching semen was pumped into the sack, you could hear deep, growling *blurbs* and *bloorshs* deep within and around the testicles. It was such an awe-inspiring thing to hear the testicles of a real man working out in real time; the semen production so vivid, every detail of it striking my senses. “F-fuck!!” Semen oozed and exploded from my every hole. “You p-perfect being! You p-perfect… god!!” My face was pushed against the iron skin of the massive sack, then battered by the frenzied beating of the orgasming testicles.

Deep within my femalehood, I felt a strange emptiness and dryness. The throat of the monster bloated one last time before resting on its natural girth and vibrating only with the spasmic movements of his tongue inside me. As I felt his massive tongue filling up my womb completely, like I had an elephant baby inside me, I realized, to my shock and amazement… «fuck!! I’m empty!» The last vestiges of spunk burst out of the man’s nostrils, with him drinking now only the juices I kept squirting at oceanic rates.

“Delicious little whore.” He took his mouth out of my snatch and beheld my penetrated being. “I’ve cleaned up all the semen I had come in your pussy and your womb.” Intensely he stared upon his man-meat protruding out of my anus. “Still, I’m not even half full.” I could hear him licking up his lips. “I guess I’m gonna drink myself through your body.”

Upon hearing those calm, yet confident words, I unloaded galactic jets of squirt in his body, unable to detain him from opening his mouth wide and accommodating the helmet of his cock inside it. «Oh, god, yeah!! My deepest fantasies finally coming…!!” I unloaded and unloaded and unloaded, damn!! I was a squirting machine! “They’re finally coming to fruition!!”

The monster pushed himself deeper into the cock, eating his own manhood until it reached his throat, and, with powerful grunts, he let his balls go. I felt an atomic explosion coursing through my body. The cock widened in a snap, its ten inches of width turning into fifteen, and every membrane of my body was stretched to the max by that swelling rod as it ejaculated like a volcano.

The semen exploded from my man’s mouth and nose at planet-cracking speeds. If he shot that load against any of the walls surrounding us, fuck, they would have been holed without resistance. Instead, he fed himself with his voluminous loads, pressing my face harder against his hyper-testicles as they unloaded gallons… nah, fuck that: entire oceans of fresh sperm into his system. I was wild beyond my deepest… you know what? Fuck, I’m out of words! I was just cumming and cumming and cumming… even if I was an orgasm machine who could do nothing else but to cum, even after an entire life I wouldn’t have cummed so hard and so many times as I did then and there, in a single fraction of a second. I guess I was literally dying and being revived every fucking second, judging by how many times my spirit seemed to jump between the real world and a heaven (and also hell) of sorts every fucking second!

My monster began to grow, with his stomach holding thousands of gallons of his seed despite his digestive system’s nigh-miraculous hyper activity. Everything was white around us, the steam from our bodies creating a deadly fog for any lesser critter. At that point in time, only the proper Studs of the aliens could come into that place without dying instantly.

I came. I cried. I tried to aid the monster by using my body and my muscles to pump more and more powerful gallons of seed through his prick, but the monster once again surprised me by tightening the grip of his hands around my waist and then… fuck, how the fuck did he know that?! Out of nowhere, the beast began to squeeze and massage my waist in such a masterful way that the seed began flowing twice as fast and three times as bulky! «Daaaamn…!!!» I felt my face moving slightly away, then into the sack again many times per second; not only was the monster turning me into a living semen-collection mechanism, he was also pumping me on his mega-cock like a sex-toy—his whole demeanor saying “don’t worry, babe. I got this. I got it all!” before his movements became even more ferocious, even more ludicrous, even more orgasm-inducing.

He sucked himself though my body for five minutes until he finally began to shit his semen out through his anus, and then for ten more minutes until he considered himself satisfied and announced, through the slightest change in his motions, that he was going to change position again. “My beautiful whore!” He freed his face from his cock and let the seed tear hole on the titanium ceiling. Huge chunks of semen hit my head like cannon balls and he firmed his hands on my waist and prepared himself to pull out. “I’m full with my god sperm. Now, it your time to be filled to the brim.”

“Grrr…!!!” In those moments of utmost pleasure, all I could do was grunt and growl. «M-my god…!!!» Despite my animalistic sounds, the Alpha could clearly read my mind.

“Do you want daddy’s cum?” I geysered oceans of squirt in his face as an answer. Smacking his lips with desire, the monster invited himself into my cunt and drank from me, gulping loudly as I pissed cum in his mouth harder than all of Earth’s volcanoes. “Whore! You think you’re squirting on me?” Sliding his monster tongue to fill up all the lower third of my vagina, the monster began to masterfully over-stimulate me while sucking me like a god. “You don’t squirt in me! I suck the squirt out of you!”

I lost all my voice as I tried to scream, but no sound—not even the slightest welp—came out. I felt my organs being pulled to my crotch as the monster sucked the oceans out of my femaledom, not forcing my scorching womb and cunt to behave just like his balls: pulsating beasts of sexual power forcing themselves to produce inhuman amounts of sexual juices. My fertility was astounding, but the Alpha’s virility was far superior: his suctions were both so utterly fast and so ungodly strong that my insides became finally fully dry. As my vagina ejected more hundreds of gallons of lubes in its canal, all the wetness was sucked away by the monster’s hungry mouth, which seemed to contain a black hole deep into his throat.

«Oh, my…!!» Again, my muscles were rebelling. «Fucking… god!!» I could kill that guy if I wanted to. Breaking free from his grip, tightening my cunt around his cock, then milking him to the point of emasculation, pff!, that was, like, child’s game to me. I could literally pump his cock so good that the beast would end up as cockless as an eunuch, his manhood extracted from his muscular crotch by the superior genitals of his infinitely stronger Alpha female, yet… I chose not too. I was an Alpha—the ultimate Alpha—but I was still female, therefore I would never reject a good submission when my male acted the part so fucking well. «Enjoy this moment, my powerful, hungry stallion.» Still fully penetrated by his dick, I moved one arm up behind my back and caressed the huge face of my man. «This pussy’s yours.»

Once the man released my cunt, with a loud boom as his lips parted mine, an explosion of lubricants made the entire place rain with my squirt. The ceiling had now been completely torn up and demolished by our vertical ejaculations, with the walls and ceilings of the floor above now being bent and destroyed by these same unending jets. Moving his fingers around my waist so as to make sure of his grip, the monster pulled me up, and I felt his gargantuan cock “descending” on my body, or rather, its huge sturdy manhood retreating into my anus, folding my intestines back into place, and then finally resting in the middle of my belly, which it immediately filled up even with the smallest of his incontinent orgasms. “How much of daddy’s semen do you want, my horny, muscular daughter?”

Smiling and squirting, I forced the words through my cock-filled mouth: “every drop of it. Empty your balls. All of them.”

The monster complied, and my belly exploded into a barrel containing a hundred thounsand gallons of cum in a fraction of a fraction of a single second. Every hole of my being was exploding with cum, with rocket jets of steamy spunk blasting off my anus after my guts had been swollen to their max by the horse’s valiant discharge.

My man was clearly taking great male pride in fecundating me so brutally. My body just kept growing and growing as he kept unloading his virile seed. As he fucked and seeded my head, with my eyes turned to his abs and my cum-exploding ass turned away from him, showering the place with continental blast of cum, I was given the luxury and the blessing of being able to touch and worship his mighty bull balls, which were just as juicy as ever. «These nuts!» I cupped ‘em babies with my hands, feeling my palms so minuscule next to those massive, supersized eggs. «Fuck, if that ain’t pure virility!» I pulled his sack and shoved it against my neck and my chin, massaging my cum-bursting face with the virile surface of his breeding sack. «Just like fertile women have huge tits full with milk, virile males must have heavy sacks full of cum—and this male, oh… he’s the greatest in the entire universe!»

The monster destroyed every intact piece of wall or ceiling—or any kind of solid surface for that matter—with his gargantuan discharges, after which he panted and withdrew me from his prick, the massive rod leaving my belly and sliding out of my throat in a massive vacuum-induced pull. «F-f-fuuuuck…!!!» My orgasms at that point were beyond creation—if that makes any sense. I had God within my womanhood, and the energy of all the pleasure I felt would suffice to create a few universes from scratch. My nails dug into the iron skin of that muscular breeding machine, with my tongue wanting to lick him and worship him all if the excessive cum, oozing from my every pore, didn’t prevent it. “F-f-fuck!!” The monster lifted me up in the air through my hair. He held my golden locks with a single hand, pulling his freed arm back, with its palm spread wide and open.

He slapped me. *BAAAM!!!* The blow create shockwaves in the direction of the slap, which in turn created waves on the spunk resting on the ground. Holding my hair with that same hand that slapped me, he then pulled his other arm back, leaving its palm spread as wide as before. *BAAAM!!!* With another blow, he create massive shockwaves in the opposite direction of the previous slap. The spunk rose like tsunamis flooding and wrecking the nearby room. Despite their size and destructive power, they were nothing compared to the jizz that exploded out of my mouth, nose, ears, and eyes every time he slapped me.

The monster flexed his arms and curled his fingers as the slaps went on and on for minutes. The entire floor beneath us began to collapse thanks to the shockwaves of those blows, as well as the rumbling of his stallion muscles. I puked and spit cum following every blow. Despite all the pain, I wanted to bit hit “harder… daddy!!”

A little bit of wrath grew in the man’s breast, for he was already giving blows he considered to be quite deadly. “So bit it… whore!!” I tried not to smile as a flurry of slaps and even punches massacred my face, with my head turning from side to side at every second as the monster huffed and puffed with growing passion in those blows. The floor eventually collapsed, with us both brought to the (even more massive) room beneath, which was promptly covered in all the Atlantic Ocean of cum he had just nutted. There, he continued to massacre my face, before turning me sideways and aiming his palms to my massive body.

“Are you pregnant, woman?”

Oh! He was so careful! “Uh-uh… nah.” I spit cum and blood through my lips. “You can go all out, daddy.”

And he did, and by the gods!, at moments I doubted my own strength as the monster aimed not for my belly, but my tits: *BOOOM! BOOM! BOOOM!!* Every repetitive slap and punch made hundreds or thousands of gallons of milk explode in every direction. My tits responded to the challenge by pumping even bigger loads of milk at any time. “He, he!!” As he pulled his arm away and breathed in heavily, panting and sweating after a violent flurry of blows, I laughed, looking at him through the corners of my eyes. “Let’s see… fuck…” I spit blood and (yeah, you guessed it) yet more semen at every word. “Let’s see who’s greatest: my fertility or your virility.”

The monster heaved and weaved heavily, his body at times very close to losing balance. “What, woman?”

I shoo my tits, and jets as thick as telephone poles blasted off my iron-hard, glass-sharp nipples. “Who’s stronger: my tits or your balls.” I looked down to his crotch, seeing those two massive cum tanks as swollen as if he was a virgin—a virgin, virile stallion, poor boy, who had never cum on a single mare… ever! “See my tits, ooh!!” I squeezed them, and the beasts gushed with milk! “So fucking fertile!! Come on!! Punch them!! See who’s…!”

He didn’t allow me to complete. *BOOOOOOM…!!!* With the mighty punch he threw in my tits, milk exploded so hard that the entire place, from top to bottom, without a single square inch left untouched, was painted white. “Fucking whore!!” More powerful blows followed, and the ground once again collapsed and made us fall in a machine or engine room of sorts, which we proceeded to destroy with our ferocious fucking/wrestling match.

The savagery went on for hours. The masters of the towers couldn’t contain their despair: “we’ve got breaches in every room! We’re been taken off course and out of orbit! Do you hear us, you two fucks? You’re gonna destroy this place!!”

“Yeah, yeah, yada, yada.” I puked blood in my man’s face, jiggling my body to taunt him. “Come bog, big stallion!” I hardened my abs. “Hit ‘em sexy abs! Hit them hard, come on! Give the worst your fists can do!”

He punched my abs so through that his fist made a bulge on my back. I was sent flying through several walls of titanium until one of them finally managed to break my flow. One I took my face out of the bent metal, I laughed: “oh, yeah!!” I spit blood in the air. “Fuck yeah, baby, oh!!” My pussy was squirting like craaaazy-eeeh! “Fuck, gimme you power!! Give me more of your…” The monster came right behind me and punched me through the wall again. He massacred and savaged my body with mountain-cracking blows for hours until the station began to descent—he, he, ‘descend!’ What a fancy way to say ‘crash!’—into the planet, and we were all scattered on the planet’s paradisical plains once the satellited collided and exploded in it.

For a moment, once we stood on our feet immediately after the crash, the monster looked at me with terror, yet I replied with only a calm, confident smile. “Don’t worry, baby.” I winked. “Our kids are all right.” I stood on my two feet, shivering and wobbling a little, bruised and covered in blood, but otherwise unscathed, offering my body for another beating. “Come on. Take me. Wreck me up.” I bowed to him. “I’m your fucking sex doll, my stud. You can even destroy me, if you see fit. I have no rights. I have no will. I have no dignity or life except that which you give me.” I pointed to my abs, offering them again for his mighty blows. “Brutalize me, daddy. Ruin me. Punch me through the core of this fucking planet.” I spread my legs a little, making a little dance, jiggling and giggling like a little girl, barely able to contain my excitement. “Fucking annihilate me!”

He did, but now in the way I expected. “You stupid… beautiful cunt.” He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up, and then he inserted his prick on my cunt again, stretching me up and hosing my womb with his seed. I came and cried and despaired, feeling his magma semen jets as strong as cannon shots within me.

“Fuck all this power!!” Tears were squirted through my eyes, but the huge monster hadn’t even started to work out his filthy plan.

“Shut up, you fucking cunt.” He casually pulled me up and took me out of his penis, leaning his cock forward and aiming its geysering urethra to my torso. “Fucking drown on my junk!” He unleashed his torrents of semen, covering me completely in jizz in, like, less than one thousandth of a second, and then just cumming and cumming and, oh, cumming so hard, so virile, such a powerful fucking man!

“Ye-yeaaah, d-daddy!!” I screamed inside the cocoon of cum as he just kept unloading his tanks on me. Fuck, that horse had an endless reservoir of semen! It got me so hot! At times, my squirting was even more powerful than his cumming—but that’s because he wasn’t even trying to shoot hard. If he did, I doubt if my body would end up in one piece after a single of his massive loads.

Rivers and waterfalls of semen ran through the dense forest around us, uprooting most of the trees and burning a few others. It’s ironic how the broth that gave my womb life was the same that anihiliated all life on whatever planet we chose to fuck. Within a minute, that God of Semen had cummed an entire Black Sea of jizz, not even getting nearly as tired as he did before—almost as if the act of cumming relaxed and rejuvenated his body, his muscles brimming with so much endless energy. “Whore!” He turned my body around and came his loads all over me. Layer after layer of heavy cum built on top of my skin, adding about a hundred thousand pounds of semen to my now ‘modest’ three thousand pounds of muscle mass. And then he just kept cumming and cumming and cumming…

“Oo-ooh!!” And cumming and cumming and cumming!

He turned me upside down and rubbed his urethra against my face. Then… shot, shot, shot!! He unleashed the burning seed on my face, as if wanting to peel it off with his semen. “Grr!! Mmrmm!!” He grunted, so masculine, and in my delirium of cum I still raised my hands to his body and worshiped his every perfect, divinely-sculpted muscles. He was such a stud, such a god, fuck! Such a perfect paragon of masculinity!

“Fuck! Grr! Oh, roooaar!!” Veins sprawled and throbbed all over his monumental physique, his feet sinking on the ground below us as his body weight surpassed the twenty thousand pounds. The god’s balls had become as huge as elephant babies; they had so much cum that even his massive penis, now at sixteen inches of width and covered with more veins than the entire body of a hippopotamus, couldn’t even shoot them all! His balls were swelling, and in my mind I fancied them literally exploding will all that excess jizz, creating a perpetual storm of cum all over the planet.

«Oh, J-Jesus!! Fuck!» I kept my mouth opened and gulped all the cum he shot at me. When that wasn’t the case, I used my lips and my sixty-inch tongue to slurp on and drink all the semen glued to his body—not that this was ever the case, as his tanks were just eager to always feed me, and their reserves were literally unlimited. «Feed me, daddy!! Feed me your awesome horse cum!»

He penetrated my womb again and shot his loads on it. I felt the semen gushing out through my pussy, splashing against his awesome abs as he thrust his hips incontinently, almost desperately on me, as if always trying to hold back and not to lose his cool so soon, so hard. “Fuck!!” He roared, and the entire planet felt his cry. Popping his cock out of my swollen cunt, he turned me around and fecundated my ass. He added just the tip at first—the basketball-sized tip—and let his pure loads of semen inflate and unroll all my guts, stomach, and throat. The spunk gushed out of my mouth, and like that it kept gushing as I was anally brutalized. Then, the monster added just a few more inches of prick—then a few more inches a few minutes later, then a few more inches, then a few more, and yet a few more, inches after inches through a whole hour until his cock finally burst free through my mouth and he shot his loads directly into the starry sky. “Whor-ee-aaahh!!” He roared, giving orgasms to my orgasms within my orgasms. He took his prick away and fecundated my womb one more time. Then, he turned me upside down and inserted his prick on my mouth, doing the same thing he did to my anus, but now going the opposite direction. Another hour passed until the cock broke free through my anus and unloaded its oceans of spunk freely in the air. The monster retrieved the prick and fecundated my womb again. I knew what he was doing, and I was loving it! «He can’t batter my body through the outside—I’m just to godly to feel anything. Oooh!!» As I was anally penetrated again, I felt his loads punching and massacring their way through my insides, bursting through my nose, nostrils, and eyes almost like wanting to rip my face apart. «If he can’t do that from outside, he’ll do that from inside out!» I licked my lips while the torrent of cum almost ripped my tongue out. «I love it! Wonder how long his virility will last like that.»

A whole week, it seemed. He penetrated me in every conceivable hole for a full week until half the planet had been covered in his spunk, creating another atmosphere of pure gaseified semen like he did to our previous planets. The monster didn’t want to punish me, I came to admit, but he was rather just relieving himself on my body, his grunts growing less desperate and his loads less destructive as the days went by and he had every nook and cranny of my body drawn on the skin of his breeder. He fecundated even my own ears and nose when the other holes had become too blasé. Huffing and puffing, he allowed all his trauma, all his fears and anguish gush out along with the steam. After a whole week of him using me like a personal cum bucket, he just dropped me on the sea of semen and collapsed with his bed on it, snoozing peacefully as I crawled my way into his muscular pecs.

* * * * *

Jasmine and Lioness helped themselves with my tits as my awesome stud fondled my abs so lovingly. He rubbed his face against my neck and breather his hot, dragon-like breath on it before he kissed it, memorizing my every scent and texture. I turned my head up and locked my lips on his mouth. Our tongues sensuously danced in our mouths, often exploring each other’s throat, occasionally diving into out stomachs and bathing on the sexual fluids still contained in them. Our make-out wasn’t as intense as usual, of course, so as not to disturb the two little goddesses who drank me. Often times, when we became just a little two frisky, one of the babies—usually Jasmine, of course—punch me right in the SIDE and literally took all my hair out, like I had been hit my a car right near the boob. “Fuck, baby girl!” I trembled and panted, and even my husband looked at the baby with a little fear, for he sensed that main pain was honest and my worries about my life were concrete. “Don’t be so rough with mommy, okay?” Jasmine sort of excused herself by suckling my tits with a little less, err, let’s say, ‘savagery,’ but still each suction caused my lungs to bulge closer to my ribcage and my organs guts and stomach to flow up, nearing my tits. “She’s sucking me like a fucking black hole. Ouch, ouch, Lioness, no!” I gave both of them tiny disciplinary slaps, but especially on Lioness, who had just begun sucking me way too hard as she heard my words. “No, please, you two, stop! No competing, okay? Damn! Mommy’s gotta breathe, you muscular monsters!”

The giant embraced me around my waist, his enormous hands cupping my belly, his thumbs fondling my enormous abdominal muscles. He planted slow, careful kisses on my cheeks, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as if he wanted—but dared not—to say something. I turned my face up to look at him and ask: “are you okay now, my love?”

The monster tightened his hug on me, making me feel so delightfully small within his huge, muscular embrace. Damn, his arms and legs, not to mention his oversized cock, they were like a giant bag of muscles I was helplessly sinking in! If there is a Heaven, it is the embrace of a muscular man! The beast breathed down slowly on my neck, planting tiny kitten kisses on it with enormous lips. “Why do you like me?”

My eyes almost never moved away from his from that moment on. “Well, baby, look at you. You’re a god.” I kissed him relentlessly every time he began to get a little to insecure. “Such a massive, well-endowed monster. It’s like I have a horseman full of cum always ready to fecundate me at will! I don’t merely like you, you wild bull! I fucking love you!”

I felt his insides twitching with shock as my words hit him hard. With one hand, he fondled my pussy, and moaning and grunting I allowed many jets of squirt to coat his fingers. He fondled my lips, but didn’t penetrate them, enjoying the sensations of my juices flooding and coating his salami-sized limbs. “Why don’t you move on to the Studs—the real Studs? Not flawed sample like me, but the real sex gods whom I can’t even look at without… cumming like mad… and offering my ass for them to penetrate and fecundate, just like a woman’s?”

Damn, one of my eyebrows was raised so far up I think it pulled the whole half of my face along with it. “What?”

The monster shrugged, finding comfort on my tits, which he massaged at their base (and inadvertently helped the milk flow harder into the mouths of our kids). “They… did me. Many of them. Omega, uh, the other monsters… they rap-” He forced himself to stop, his entire frame becoming that of an afraid little child. “They have harems of thousands of women, each of them. Women not exactly as strong as you, but quite close, and yet they fuck these entire harems on a daily basis, casually, even the weakest of them barely breaking sweat.”

“You mean Omega?”

He nodded with a grunt. “Mm.” I laid my head tenderly on his chest and rubbed my cheeks in the middle of his monstrous pecs. Even at the peak of my power, it was quite a challenge imagining a man stronger, mightier, hornier than that living bull. My beast kept struggling with his words: “they’re gods. They’re mighty… hot… gods of sex.”

I heard booms coming from his crotch, and my eyes turned down to see what it was. I had to contain my giggling as I saw his exhausted shaft throbbing, with the veins pumping scorching blood to reanimate it. “You getting aroused by them, my stallion?” He turned his face away, and I scooped the underbelly of his breeder with one hand, pulling it up to feel its heft and weight. “What did they do to you? Tell me. You think I’m gonna love you less because of your delicate side?”

The monster spread his arms and leaned back, indicating he wanted to get out of there quick, yet he dared not disturb the voracious suckling of their daughter. I massaged the uber-muscular backs of our chimpanzee-sized babies and kissed them in their foreheads, receiving on my face the careful fondling of their loving (yet powerful) hands. “Baby, look at your kids. Look at what your semen has produced.”

“Mm.” His face was filled with heat and color. “Yeah. They’re pretty amazing.”

We both heard their suckling like submarine engines: a powerful, unending rumbling of a beast always one step away from attacking. Their muscles throbbed and danced on their bodies, covered with veins thicker than fingers. At that early age—barely a month old—they were actually quite hideous things (except for their faces, of course), like spheres of pure muscle and almost no fat. Still, that only went to show how godly those girls would become.

I kissed my man’s pec and suckled on his nipples, sometimes licking them and flicking them with my tongue and purring to show my approval. “Baby, you can be weak with me. You can be sensible and tender… I actually prefer that.” He grunted, and I stimulated his huge balls with my foot. “Are you afraid you’re going to lose your libido, somehow? That you’re going to underperform or fail at your male duties? Is that what you fear?” My massaging became a little too vigorous, prompting the balls to unload such huge volumes of seed in the sack that even my babies were a little startled. I only chuckled and purred on his iron breast. “For starters, you can’t. That’s not me saying you should always be virile and stuff; you literally cannot not be virile! Look at this!” I squeezed his monster balls, and the gravy-thick semen just kept piling up around the tests. “You’re sad and depressed, yet even them your balls swell,” I touched his monster cock, throbbing at twenty-eight inches of semi-hardness, “even them, mm!, your cock harden.”

“Gnarh! Please, woman, stop.” He half-heartedly moved my hand and feet away from his potent genitals. “Our kids are drinking.” I just kept smiling at him. “What?” I just kept smiling in silence. “Mm, what? What silly smile is that, woman?”

“You would take me right here, right now again, wouldn’t you,” I spread my legs, and my pussy juices flowed down his crotch, bathing his testicles, “if our kids weren’t around?”

His face twitched and his lips twirled, and he tried looking away, finding excuses to change the topic, but soon he just sighed and looked at me with a reluctant smile. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” I fondled his cheeks, raising one eyebrow. “Yeah?” He looked at me. I was biting one lip. He penetrated my fanny with one finger—just one finger!—and I felt like a horse was penetrating me. “Aaah!!” I bit hit and sank my nails on his skin, hearing his muscles rumbling as his body was held at bay before his own growing arousal.

“I would tear you in half.” He pulled me up to his face, masturbating me slowly, yet constantly with his one finger. My pussy regurgitated mad volumed of creamy juice, bathing his whole lower torso. “My mare. My strong, juicy mare.”

“Oh, fuck. Stop, please.” I was all moans and gasps, filling my kids emptying my tits much harder. The monster lifted me up to his face and whispered on my ear:

“I’m feeling more powerful now. Bet I can fuck you through the core of this planet.”

I orgasmed. Loud juices blasted off on his fingers, and my cries disturbed even my kids, who punched me in the guts so I just shut up. “Oooh, babies, babies, uuuh!!” I bit my lips violently. “I’m s-so… oh, I’m s-s-soo, soo… mm!! So sorry!! Fuck!!” I gave the cheeks of my monster very tiny slaps. “Baby, please, calm down, calm down.”

“Right, bitch.” He unplugged his penis-sized finger from my cunt, and the sudden emptiness caused me to orgasm hard and abruptly before feeling an all-encompassing coolness in my nerves.

“Gee… Jesus… fuck!!” I laughed. “God, you’re so fucking good!!” I heard him chuckle, the contractions of his chest sounding (and feeling) like earthquakes under my face. “Dude, you’re a god. Don’t be afraid… to be afraid… to be sensible and delicate next to your woman.” Just like that, in a mighty transformation, he was like an hesitant puppy again. “You will never fail your manly duties, no matter how you feel.” I slid down on his body, feeling his massive abs massaging my back, and pushed my pussy against his penis, stretching my labia up and oozing pints of cream on his dong. “You will always be a potent, semen-filled breeder. Your cum is infinite. You will wash my pussy and flood my pussy with it whenever you want, however you want it!”

“Yeah. But…” He just stopped, fondling the cheeks of your babies with the massive fingers of his dry hand. “But…”

I laid a palm on his cheek and pulled his face to me. “Regardless of that… even if you, by some miracle (or curse) never feel like fucking me again… you don’t have to worry, baby.” My muscles roared. “I will fuck you.” My pussy bit his cock and actually bent if surface, causing the man to grunt and shiver in the beginnings of a sharp pain. “If all you want to do forever is do lay down like a doll, I’m cool with that.” I had to use every bit of willpower in my being so that my muscles didn’t crush that man’s body with their swelling and their power. Fuck, my lioness was awaking! Waves of heat were bursting from my pores, expelled by the energy that was growing and piling up. I had to be quick and careful, lest I wanted my beast to awaken and wreak havoc on my poor stud’s body. “Baby, I don’t know what you think about me, but I’m a stud.”

He raised one eyebrow. “You’re a stud?” I nodded with a very horny face. “Mm, you’re a stud?”

“You doubt it?” I slid my fingernail on his pec. “After all I did to you? You still doubt it?”

“No. I don’t doubt… you’re… you’re…”

I giggled and covered his chest with kisses. “Baby, I’m stronger than you. There’s nothing wrong with that.” I saw his face battling against the suffering. “Baby, I love being in charge. Always. I’m not a little girls who likes to top once in a while.” I sucked and bit my lips. “I am the top! Always!” I made sure to never let his face go without fondling for too long. “If I let you top me, it’s because I’m not one to turn out new experiences. And, after all, we gotta be generous during sex: you gimme some, I give you some.” I stretched all over his torso, making my back muscles push against his, massaging his firm physique with my involuntary flexing. “But, baby, I’m a stud. No.” I pulled his face and forced him to look at me. “I’m the stud. Do you see those muscles?”

My entire body rumbled. Veins popped and boomed all over my sculptural physique. There was a gentl gulping on my monster’s throat as he sheepishly nodded and murmured “mm.”

I made my biceps swell threateningly. My body was so hard and hot it made rumbling noises, like a machine tuning up. “I can make them swell again. I can make myself bigger and stronger than you in a few minutes. All I need…” My body trembled, “is a little flex.” He gulped some more. “You don’t get it, do ya?” I pulled his face for a kiss. His mouth ceded to mine without resistance. My lips spread his own apart, and my tongue protruded inside him to give him a taste of my power and arousal. “I’m the man here. Really. You can test my will, if you want to.”

“Test your…?” I forced his mouth shut by placing a few fingers under his jaw. Without realizing, my body had indeed grown a little just with that casual display of authority, going from 8ft5in to right past 9ft of height. My muscles ballooned with five hundred extra pounds of mass, which made a sensible change by making his back sink a little lower in the ocean/divan of semen he was laying on. My massive rear oppressed is humongous genitalia; no matter how big and hard he was, my ass already made his penis look merely ‘adequate,’ and my hardness could easily supplant his with a few deeper breaths and awesome flexes.

Taking his hand, I pushed his palm against my ten-pack washboard abs. “If you want to spend the rest of your days wearing skirts and lifting up your ass so that momma here can fuck you good… baby, you do you. You can be a girly girl and I will still love you. Heck, I will still desire the fuck out of you!” I lifted my arms and worshiped his face and torso, cupping his dangling testicles with my feet and making him grunt with my vivacious massages. “Yeah, of course, I’m still only a human at heart, and I definitely have my selfish desires. The biggest of them might be your bod. Oh, this awesome bod of yours!” I stuck my tongue out, and with ease I managed to lick his face and his swollen, iron throat; that pillar of meat was always so hot and hard, almost like a second cock. “I love you… but I cum for your body. This body of a human horse… a Greek god… fuck, no! You could literally fuck a Greek god with is, for your body is just…” My feet were delighting themselves on the heavy weight of his huge, semen-swollen testicles. “So! Fucking! Big!!”

“But the Studs…”

I shut him up again, making sure to let him feel the firm grip of my fingers on his chin—and to know that I could turn that grip deadly at any second. “Yeah, the Studs are probably bigger than you, harder than you, much manlier than you.” I looked at him. “So what?” I let him speak. “Mm? So what, baby?”

After a looong wait and a looot of reluctance… “I mean… they are much more manly than I am, so… you will love them the most.”

“No.” I got his face. “No. Hey, baby, no. I will fuck them, that’s for sure, and I will lay them like a sex goddess, just like I will lay every virile, fertile creature I find in my wake, but I will always love you. No matter what, no matter whom…” I lifted myself to his face and gave him a caring kiss. “I will always love you, my baby stud.”

He cupped my breasts and fondled them as he kissed me back. I let him invite himself to my mouth and dominate my throat with his tongue, his breath becoming faster and heavier as he felt more and more of my tits. Lioness, to my surprise, too her mouth out of my gushing tits and literally guided the hand of my man to it, letting him have all of the awesome bosom. “Daddy… take.” He mumbled. “Mommy… is of daddy.”

He smiled. Jasmine soon followed, almost crushing my man’s wrist as he aggressively guided his other hand to my tits. Milk blasted between his fingers, soon turning his whole huge hands into massive vanilla pies.

“Wow.” He gazed upon the red, hurt mark on his wrist. “You’re really strong, little one.” Jasmine gave him that grim so cocky that it basically begged for a punch, yet quickly she climbed on his shoulder and hugged his face to cover him with endless, hungry kisses.

“Daddy.” She looked into his eyes and kissed them too. “I am… your favorite?”

I had to cover my mouth so as not to laugh at that. My body was soon hurt by Lioness’s feet as she climbed me up and stood on my man’s other shoulder, worshiping the other side of his face. “Daddy… I am your favorite. ‘Kay, daddy?”

My man laughed as he took his milk-dripping hands off my tits and scooped both kids with them. He moved them over his face like they were two telephone handles in his grip. “Come here, you!” He them pulled Lioness to his face and blew air into her muscular tummy, causing her to burst out of laugher as even Jasmine smiled with fun. “And you here, my little monster.”

“Oh, daddy…” She was too laughing out loud as her father blew on her belly, and then he alternated blows between the children before covering their faces with strong, loud kisses.

“I will never have any favorites, you two. All of my kids…” He looked at me, “are my favorites!” I smiled back at him, my eyes filling with tears, and I scooped a few pints of my heavy, thick, creamy milk with my fingers, then lifted my hands to his face. I smeared the milk in his lips, prompting him to open his mouth and suck the milk out of my fingers until they were shinny and clean. He then leaned down to me, and our mouth met on another long, passionate kiss.

Daddy returned his kids to my tits. They suckled me much less intensely as they slowly fell into sleep. We both gazed upon each other for hours while snuggling with those beautiful babies and admiring their hard, swollen, muscular bodies. “Our girls are so beautiful.”

“Yeah.” I shook my head with haughty pride. “They are going to become stronger than even the strongest Stud of these aliens.” I felt my heart shiver a bit. “Seedmaker.” I looked up, sensing the darkness regrowing in my husband’s breast. “Baby, did they hurt you? These Studs? You almost said they’d raped you.”

“Well… uh… they can be a little rough.”

I touched his face. My eyes left no doubt about my seriousness—maybe even my wrath. “Baby, did they ever do things that you didn’t want done to you?” I fondled him while feeling his eyes descent into great sadness. “Did I ever make you feel bad? Inadequate? Not like a real man?”

He looked to all directions, wanting to escape, but eventually he just nodded and let go a painful, broken welp. “Y-yes…”

He cried. His tears hit my face like marbles made of pure steel, and I had to go up and kiss and worship him for many minutes until he started to feel good again.

It didn’t work—not quite, I mean. With my kiss, he began to sob and literally shower my face with his tears. My babies woke up in the middle of all that pain, and immediately they left the tits so they could comfort their father. I blocked their way: “no.” I kissed them both, pointing to the spaceship in the horizon. “Lioness, Jasmine, go back to the ship and ready it for departure. We’re going back to your siblings and…”

“Please, honey. N-no…” He cried, his cracking, grave voice making me feel such anguish in my breast!

“Shh, my love, shhh.” I kissed him, drinking the tears from his lips. “You cry on mommy’s breast as hard as you want, okay? Mommy’s got everything covered for you.” I assaulted his lips with harder and longer kisses, feeling his cock pulse while my kids clang to my biceps, ready to go back to the ship. “Gimme a minute, just a minute, okay?” I turned to my babies. “Go. Wait for us there. We need to head back, after all. I had one week of milk stored for your siblings, and the juice will be over any moment now.” I kissed them both one last time. “Can you do this for mommy, huh? My beautiful babies!” I saw them going away, already so independent and on their own. “Give us an hour or two, okay?” Immediately, then… “heeey, baby, heeey!” I fondled the giant’s face. He almost couldn’t believe what I was doing to him. Turning my body to face him, and climbed on his torso and cupped one massive breast with one hand. “Guess what mommy’s got for you.”

“H-honey…!” He tried to deflect me, but his lips couldn’t resist as I pushed my breast against them.

“Ooh!” I felt the twinge of pleasure abrasing my whole chest as the monster immediately, almost automatically began to suck me dry. It was always easy to forget his unholy strength once I got too arrogant with my own powers: “oh, daddy!! Daddy!!” The milk made thunderous sounds as it invaded his mouth. The beast’s head was far larger than a bull’s; I caressed it and kissed it as he ate up the whole front half of my tits, sucking it so hard that I felt my breast nearly hitting the back of his throat. “Jesus Christ!! Oh, fuck!!” My pussy began to shower his abs continuously with hot, steamy juice. “Jesus fuck… oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!!” I became short of breath. “Oh, Jesus, stud!!”

Milk burst from his nostrils and the sides of his lips as he bloated his own cheeks with the nectar. Through his throat, crunching sounds of the heavy honey flowing down, collapsing loud and heavily into his supersized stomach. My poor boy was still crying, though I made sure to comfort him with endless kisses and a vigorous fondling in his face—while trying so hard to not lose my cool, to not get too carried away in the pleasure that was making my pussy almost spark with pure orgasms. “Jesus… Christ!!”

The beast was suckling milk harder than the tits could produce. Granted, Lioness and Jasmine, those two hungry felines, had sucked my breasts for four hours continuously up to that point, yet their strength was noticeably inferior to even the most casual sucking of my stud: with his gorgeous tongue, he cupped the lower side of my breast inside his mouth and squished it; milk blasted into his mouth and through his nostrils in powerful, hose-like jets, and I heard the liquid exploding like the blast of a rocket. Soon, I had to pat the monster in the back of his head so that he changed tits, lest he wanted to turn that one breast into a flappy, worn-out worm. “Baby!! Oh, b-baby boy, my o-other… ooh!… my other breast, please!!” I bit my lips and rolled my eyes as the monster changed tits. If I hoped for an easier time, damn, I was shocked to feel his suckling now double as hard, with the milk blasting thrice was strong, and my tits being almost ripped from my chest, with my veins and arteries concentrating around its area to feed the organ with all the necessary nutrients for milk production. My breasts, at that point, were more fertile than a farm factory of ten thousand cows constantly churning out whole tanks of milk.

I laughed. Kissing my baby on his forehead, I whispered to him amidst the many orgasms and moans: “baby stud, can you take mommy to the spaceship?” I humped my ass over his genitalia and teased his monstrous thighs with my feet. “Can you carry m-? Uuh-ooah!” Instantly, he stood up, lifting myself on his arms, cradling me on his monstrous, super muscular, hyper virile chest like a baby, and then straddling along the sea of hot semen towards the big ship awaiting for us. “Good boy!!” I cooed and kissed him, rubbing his humongous biceps with my hands. “So strong!! Oh, my god!!” I grabbed his shaft with my feet. That huge, thick breeding machine! It was so massive my feet couldn’t touch around its girth! “Fuck!! Virile! So virile!!”

Our eyes crossed in a few brief moments. They were filled with desire. Making his way into the ship, the monster stained the metal floor with buckets of semen leaking through his body. His penis, too, was pissing out gallons of precum, which only made the level of fluids in the place rise as the ships engines were just warming up.

“C-can you p-please…?” A unison of meek voices came through the ship’s audio systems, “not?? T-this ship cannot resist your level of, uh… copulation.”

I threw an angry look at the ship’s speaker system, but had to sadly comply with it. “My… oooh!! My stud!” The monster changed tits whenever he felt one was getting too small and too strained for milk, and when he did so blasts of my nectar exploded into the ship, splashing on its walls and ceiling while also covering his face in pure white. “P-please…” I gave him a cocky smirk. “L-let’s not be too savage okay?” I kissed his cheeks. “Not right now.”

The monster grunted and puffed, looking up to me with his red, saddened eyes while the tears still flowed down from them and my tits hosed his massive chest with wave after wave of creamy milk. I kissed him, and, placing my hand on the back of his head, I pulled him back to my tits. “Don’t stop, my wonderful stud. Eat me. Drink me.” Still, he relucted. “Hey, come, come, now.” My lips moistened longingly his cheeks. “I’m your mommy. Drink your mommy.” I immediately felt his penis getting hard, pressing against my iron ass cheeks and pulling my entire body up. The giant stud puckered his lips, yet still hesitated.

I grabbed my right breast with one hand and squeezed it. The milk exploded into his face in a delirious sample of my full fertility. With my other hand, I took advantage of his shocked expressions and pulled his head in, fitting my tits into his mouth and squishing my milk directly into his throat. “Sit, puppy, sit.” As I moaned and orgasms, the monster just collapsed there, on the floor, bending the metal under his ass and then the wall behind his back as he leaned on it. Spreaking his humongous legs wide open, he just sat there, eyes rolling back, suckling me like a kid.

My pussy was probably going to be the biggest problem in that ship, not my tits or his gargantuan, body-breaking cock. I was squirting mad jets of pleasure at such great volumes that the room became a shallow pool of womb cream. The ship’s drainage systems did their best to clean out all the excess liquids, but still I had to find a way to control myself, lest I wanted to ship to explode in outer space.

Out from the side of the room, I heard a beautiful voice: “mommy?” Big, powerful Jasmine was standing there, on her two (muscular) legs, peeking at us through the crack of a door. I waved her away: “hey, big baby… aah!!!” The pleasure… fuck! My pussy hosed another big one on his body as he sucked me and devoured me. “P-please, leave mommy and daddy. Uuuh…!!” I bit my lips so hard as to draw blood from them again. “Mommy and daddy a’gonna make sweet, naughty love again.”

Already with the maturity of a twenty-year old, my one-month-old baby just turned around and sealed the door behind her, leaving us to moan and orgasm harder as the heat within my man’s massive body only grew and burned like a solar flare. The ship’s engines roared. We took flights. “God!!” My muscular, ripped arms involuntarily fumbled on the man’s incredibly thick legs, grabbing his cock and lifting him up. “Penetrate me!!”

He did so, and his speed and effortlessness alone made me hose him with cream: the entire conjunction of movements barely took two seconds as he lifted me up, grabbed his monstrous cock and, still suckling and drinking my tits like a whole banquet of fertility, he inserted his (mostly soft) penis in my pussy, which was stretched loudly and painfully by his incredible womb eater. “Oooooh… GOD!!!” I lost my fucking shit! “By the gods!! Oh, oh, oh, ooooh!!!” One blast of pussy cream splashed on his abs for every burst of multiple orgasms that penis caused on me. He was soft, almost entirely so, yet my pussy was re-stretched by a crown sider than eight inches and penetrated by about ten inches of a pillar much harder than titanium. That monster, when soft, had the endowment of a about thirty rock-hard breeding bulls.

Our eyes connected when the wardens announced our departure: “lifting off. P-please, behave.” The ship took flight, and through the whole two-hour journey we humped and fumbled and kissed each other’s body while trying so hard to not destroy the space-faring vessel with our explosive orgasms.

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[NSFW/+18!] Seedmaker 5: Birthing of a Goddess

I didn’t plan on masturbating. To be honest, I never quite much liked touching myself: once I came of age, I had any dick and any muscle stud I wanted in the palm of my hand. Whenever I so desired, I could just call the hottest man on the planet and he would fuck me quinny to exhaustion—though, to be honest, it was always much more probable that he would be the one exhausted first.

“Fuck…!! Oooh, FUCK!!” My powerful grip cracked the ground. Mountains turned to dust as I ground my back against their slope. All around me, strong, sturdy rocks unraveled in a mess of pebbles and dust as my fingers ferociously beat my pussy into submission—only to be beaten back by own perfect organism.

Sex with my hunk had never prepared me for that. I was honestly astonished by what I could achieve—and now, for once, I was the one being scared shitless by such power. “FUCK!!” With planet-shaking bursts, my pussy unloaded oceans on the floor beneath me, cratering it with its meteoric power. Entire continents were still being destroyed around me; I was a mere human, yet that whole planet would be cracked by my power and flooded by my cum—and that wouldn’t still be enough! “Fuck, fuck, FUUUCK!!” I banged my hand against the mountain slope, further cracking it.

My kids jumped inside my bloated belly. Despite having a pregnant swell as big as a fucking minivan, my body was still ripped and bulging with gorgeous muscles. If anything, I was the ripped human being and creature in the universe! Even rhinos would struggle to match the power I had in a single leg, let alone in the rest of my goddess body. “Fuck yeah!!” I breathed fire through my nostrils. Literally: the flame escaped my nose while my fingers redoubled and re-redoubled and re-re-redoubled again the power of their fingering, beating and crashing and destroying that pussy, fighting to reach its exhaustion point and the endgame of all that masturbatory madness. “I’m a god!!” My muscles boomed and bulged whenever I realized my inhuman perfection. The gushes of orgasms increased noticeably, whole Niagaras exploding through my cunt. “I’m a… ooh!!” I licked my lips and rolled my eyes. “I’M A FUCKING GOD!!”

The mountain turned to dust behind me, and my body sank within it as my fingers drilled deeper and deeper inside my cunt. The body of my stud was nowhere to be seen. I had probably fucked myself through a whole continent at that point, and the stud would likely have been floating on the steamy, creamy oceans of my spunk.

The powerful labia shivered and trembled, bloated like enormous fruits of fertility. «Is that all that you can give me?!» They screamed at me inside my mind, their voice just like mine, but much more ferocious and insane.

Their timbre made me cum. I felt like a submissive female all over again in the arms of a much more massive, much more virile stud—and I myself was that stud. Fuck! «Do you have any idea how much we’re holding back?» My cunt spoke to me, building up a pile of unbelievable orgasms within my womb. «Cum!» They demanded, and my mind blanked up in a swirl of electricity. «Little harder now!» I collapsed, my back squirming madly on the ground. Pussy juice rained all over me. My juices were so strong and highly pressurized they exploded into tiny flames upon contact with the ground. Still, the blasts were only now starting to get hard! «You’re just as week as the man you fucked! You should be ashamed of yourself!» My labia tightened so hard on my fingers that I heard my bones nearly dislodged. The pile of pent-up orgasms started to slip through my womb, contaminating all my muscles and my nerves. «Harder. Harder!! Fuck us harder, you weak woman!»

“Jesus fucking… OOH!!” I cracked the ground with the repeated banging of my head and the powerful jolts of my entire, over-muscular body. My ripped cunt had just about lost all its patience with me: «you don’t deserve pity.» Then, it…!! «Take it! Take it all!»

The orgasms were unleashed in me, and the entire valley I was masturbating at the moment cracked, caved, and collapsed under the shockwaves of my destructive, apocalyptic orgasms. Explosions of cum and fire wrecked the ground between my legs for miles into the horizon, and the bustling dam of nectar from my cunt made it rain constantly and hard all over that continent—a storm of nectar as hot as lava and as thick as the thickest male semen!

For a moment, I wished I was dead. That pleasure was unlike anything I had experienced before—I had had fucked through mountains and whole planets with a giant hunk of muscles! I had taken a 60-inch-cock pounding on my pussy with the power of fracking machine for eight months uninterruptedly, yet only now was I experiencing through pleasure—a pleasure, I figured, only a woman as big and massive and hard and muscular such as I could give myself.

“OOOH… FUCK…!!!” I travelled through whole galaxies while feeling the cum invade my every nerve. “GOD!!!” As good as my stud had been… damn! Only I could properly fuck myself.

To the fearful shivering of my cunt, I lifted my head up, with my back laid on the ground and my legs spread open. Making the skies tremble, I laughed at that swollen cunt. “Nice orgasms!” I firmed my muscular fingers on its labia. “But I’m afraid you’ve be laxing.” With an aggressive swelling of my arms, chest, and shoulders, and penetrated myself deeper. “Mmm… this!… this is how you fuck!!”

My pussy screamed and blasted even stronger jest of nectar as I fucked it with my hands like they were two giant penises belonging to muscle gods of sex. You could barely see the movement of my arms as I penetrated myself so intensely and so hard and so deep that even my cervix was ravished by my fingers. Not only were the thrusts intense enough to crack the ground beneath my hips, but my ten fingers had the full mobility that was expected of a goddess’s limbs, and they insatiably masturbated… every! Fucking! Inch!! Of all my insides!

The explosions of cum appeared to warp time itself, each blast turning day into night, then night into day. There were moments when the rain of my own cum was so intense I could barely breathe under its torrential pouring, and other moments when my blasting was so hard and so voluminous I’d managed to drown myself under hundreds of feet of pussy cream. Under the nectar, I could hold my breath for hours on end; there was literally nothing I couldn’t achieve with that superhuman body, especially when I was giving myself so much pleasure and drilling from my insides so much cum!

It was then, in the middle of all these hellish orgasms, that an unexpected pain struck my core; I could feel it within my crotch, like the strike of a burning spear: *booom!!* I was already breathless because of all the orgasms, but that new, hard-hitting pang made me almost puke my lungs out. In a very different way than all the orgasms that came before, my guts began to churn, my belly bloating and booming harder and louder.

I was in labor!

“FUCK!!” Shouldn’t have been too much of a shock, though. I was already eight and a half months pregnant! I should have expected, indeed, that the intense pleasure and fucking would have coaxed the babies out of me much earlier, and the fact that I withstood my pregnancy until late in its eighth month, well, nothing was better proof of my superior constitution as a woman and a goddess of fertility.

My belly churned out monstrously, like every muscle in my being was being cramped to the point of rupture. Still, my fingers couldn’t relent in their torture of my cunt; I wasn’t the one to allow that pesky genitalia to declare victory over me! “You’re gonna cum…!!” I fucked it harder! “And cum!!” Harder and yet harder! “And cum… you fucking cunt!… you’ll be spewing gallons of squirt even while I giving birth, and you will cum so hard you will never, ever again dare to challenge me to a sexual battle!!” A licked my lips. My whole body was steaming with sweat and smoke! “You fucking cunt! Who the hell do you think I am?!”

But the labor was now in progress, with the intense movement of my bowels and the muscles in my vagina prepping up the delivery of the babies. With a loud burst, like a dam finally erupting, the placenta exploded inside of me, and a river of blood came gushing out through my cunt, which laughed at my efforts: «stupid woman! I can take your fingering for months, and you have now no more than a few minutes left!»

It was right! I hated to admit, but my fingering would have to be left for another day. I couldn’t even get enough privacy as, with impeccable timing, the black box of the aliens appeared besides me, in the blink of an eye! “You’re in labor,” the many voices of the aliens said through the box, barely disguising their worry and their shock. “What are you doing?!” The box turned to every direction. “The fuck happened here?”

I grabbed the floating monolith and dented its surface with my grip! *Crunk!!* I snarled and roared to those fucking intruders like a lioness madly defending her litter. “You stay the fuck away from me, ya fucking perverts!” I pushed the box away, and not even their technology could prevent them from crashing against the ocean of my cum and kicking into a nearby hill.

“Insolent huma-!”

“SHUT UP!!” I roared, and the very planet shook with my voice. “You stay the fuck away!!”

The box appeared to tremble in the air. Its once-perfect, pristine surface was now all bent and smeared by my blows. It moved indecisively, in sort of inconstant zigzags and ups and downs, like its masters were unsure about what to do to me. Never before have they been defied by anyone or anything so blatantly, and their fearful whispers were proof of the daunting effect I had on their souls: “what is she doing? How can she… so powerful? Never before any female… of any species…”

“It’s of no concern.” Said another voice in their midst. “She will be disciplined when she meets Omega.”

“But the labor…”

“She seems to know what she is doing.” The box hovered a bit closer to me. “Let’s see what this arrogant female can do.”

When then waterfall of blood stopped pouring (and blasting) out of my ripped, vascular cunt, I stuck my fingers in it and insisted on masturbating it wildly. “You fucking idiot! I will get back to you when all is said and done!” Swimming on my back towards any sturdy, stable surface, I felt the increasing bursts of pain in my stomach. The babies were coming! “Oh!! Ooh!! Is it wrong to… ooh!! To cum while my babies are coming out?? Mm!!” I bit and sucked my lips. “Fuck, this shit feels so hot!! My babies are going to be born amidst the orgasms of her mother!” More ferociously, I fingered my swollen, hard lips. “Oh, it’s gonna be so hot! They’d been born amidst the intense pleasure of a goddess, and their lives with be filled with all that: pleasure, jest, and power beyond anyone’s comprehension!!”

“Human, you are…!”

I pointed a finger to that box, my face exploding with fury. “One more word, you arrogant shits, and I will crush your box into a marble! I will fucking find your real bodies and beat you to a pulp with these… oooh!… godly fists!!” I raised my arms and flexed them, and my humongous biceps bloated insanely. I kissed and licked them before returning my attention to my hungry, orgasming cunt, all while looking for a good place in which to deliver my babies. “Fuck!! Damn!! There ain’t no surface left!!” All the mountains had been wrecked, and the only solid hill that remained there was destroyed by me pushing the black box against it. “Fine!!” I swan until my back found the submerged slope of a cracked-up boulder. “There’s no better place to deliver strong babies that in the hot, creamy squirts of her mother.” Everywhere—and I mean everywhere!—was flooded with my juices. My body stood floating on probably many hundreds of feet of thick, dense squirt (at least!), and the only thing that was missing was the hotter, even thicker broth of my man! “Fuck, I wish their daddy’s semen was here too! It’s probably on the other side of the planet, his biggest loads!” I looked at the box, and our minds appeared to be in sync for once.

“Do you… want us to procure your man’s semen?”

I smiled. “Please do. There are many lakes and rivers of his scalding broth around here, but the biggest loads—oh! The oceans and seas of his cum!—are on the other side of the planet. Please, use your technology to bring a few tanks to me. I want to birth my kids… OOOH!!” Intense pleasure, orgasms, and pain struck me as the first babies were fighting to get out. “I want to birth my babies in the seminal fluids of their godly parents! This is your goddess’s desire!!” I snapped my fingers at the box. “Now obey me and make haste!”

Just as instantly as it had appeared, the box disappeared, and I knew that it would come back with my wish just in time. The very first offspring, however, would have to content with only my squirting fluids. My pussy produced endless loads of those pleasure juices, and the violent contractions of its inner walls, coupled with the gargantuan streams of cum-nectar made the delivery a bliss. “A goddess births her own children!” I stuck my fingers on my pussy and stretched it out, drawing deep breaths and smiling widely to the heavens. “Come out, my darlings, and bless the universe with your virile presence!!”

With a push, the first baby came out. *BOOM!!* The entire planet again trembled as the blessed child slid immaculately through my pussy. The second one barely waited for its sibling to be out before it made its way through, blasting blood, pieces of my placenta, and pussy juices through my cunt all at once.

“GOD!!” My tits hardened. Gallons of milk were squirted through every pore. I was experiencing countless orgasms with the passage of my babies. In a way, that shit was twice as hot than even the hardest penetration their father subjected me to: more than a breeding machine, I was now literally a life-giving super mother! My powers were incomparable and unsurmountable in all of nature! Cumming like ten thousand mares, I still found within my mind enough agency to grab my babies as they were birthed; the intensity of my pussy contractions and the flow of my cum only became stronger with every being coming out! “OH, FUCK!!! JESUS… FUUUCK!!” I tried not to cum to hard while my babies were blasted under feet of my squirt pool. I grabbed them with each hand and pulled them up to my face.

Loads of creamy cunt nectar were dripping from every perfect being. Their bodies were massive like no human baby can truly be—the first ones being the lightest of the litter, and even then weighting well over eleven or twelve pounds each! They were beings of pure muscle and will; they didn’t cry or even fought back against all the madness that unfolded around them. They just moved calmly and took deep, rhythmic breaths, like their birth was a holy event they were prepared for since conception.

“Welcome to the world, my perfect children!” I leaned forward, adding pressure to my belly. The third, fourth, and fifth babies were coming in a row. Fuck! They were almost all coming out at once, stretching my cunt to levels only their father had managed to. “I’ll figure out your names later.” I moved the first child very close to my face. I sniffed them just like a wild animal. Their umbilical cord was a virile thing: it swung and dangled like a fucking iron chain, damn it! “There’s too many of you, after all.”

Gnarling my teeth, I bit the chord and tore it from my baby. *Crunch!!* Blood smeared my face as the first child was relieved from its chains. Laying its wide, muscular back on the ocean of pussy cream, I left it there, sweet and smooth and peaceful, swimming on his mother’s squirt while I bit the chord out of his sibling. “Now, you!” *Cruunch!* I spit part of the umbilical cord out, but chewed and swallowed the rest. The taste of my own insides was glorious! I made sure to eat and devour all other umbilical cords that followed, completely unashamed of the taste of a goddess.

I was a freaking wild beast! Just like powerful wild mommas eat the umbilical cords (and the placenta!) of their offspring, so was I doing the same. It felt like the only natural thing to do! Every time I swallowed that heavy, tasty meat, oh, my body surged with energy! Baby after baby stood floating on my squirt, like a liquid cradle, while I delivered their siblings. The birthing caused me no pain whatsoever; if anything, I was only now cumming like every woman was meant to cum: smearing the face of heavens with my cunt juices while delivering perfect, genetically superior life to this universe! “Come out, come out, my babies!! The universe needs your perfect existence!!”

Baby after baby burst from my channel! It was delirious, indeed, the number of offspring I was able to gestate for so long: the third, fourth, and fifth godly critters came all out almost at the same time, and my pussy, though hard and uber-muscular, was also endlessly flexible to allow for the easy outflow of babies. I lifted each wonderful offspring to my face and bit off their chords. Then, I kissed their pretty little cheeks and blessed them before laying them on the thick, steamy squirt. “Welcome to the world, my beautiful heirs.”

Eventually, it felt that the gestation wanted me to have pain; it wanted me to suffer, to struggle, for the biggest, heaviest babies, oh, they were left for last: a twenty-pound male burst through my canal, then a twenty-five-pound “little” girl, then a thirty-freaking-pound muscle bull of a boy, and so on! “Fuck!!” I laughed and came. “You guys mean business, huh?” Such was the size and weight of my powerful offspring: twenty pounds! Thirty pounds! The heaviest of them was a massive fifty-pound, incredibly muscular and shredded girl—obviously, the strongest of my offspring had to be a woman! I cradled her on my tits while kissing her forehead lovingly. “Look at the size of you!” I lifted her up, feeling the delicious straining of my muscles under her weight. “You’re a little bull of a girl!”

And a voracious one at that! As I moved her closer to my tits, she aggressively grabbed one of them and stuck it in her mouth. “Oooh!!” Again, I didn’t want to feel such emotions, but her suckling drew powerful orgasms out of my cunt, which propelled the next babies forward with ease. Her suction was almost as powerful as her hungry father’s when he was fucking me! In time, I felt the hands of my other babies touching my body. I looked at them, and the powerful bastards actually managed to open their eyes for a bit to eye me with hunger and possession. “You want some action, don’t you?” I took the smallest and led him to my other tit. “Come. Come drink your mother.”

As I moved him up, his sister roared! Milk burst from her nostrils and mouth as she grunted and literally punched the baby away, making him shiver and retract in fear. I scolded her: “you be kind to your siblings or I will starve you for months!” She looked at me! Her eyes were aggressively blue, and her face already contracted with fully-formed emotions—angry and daring ones! She squeezed my tits as to coax the milk out of it and, without laying her mouth on it, and literally sprayed the milk into her mouth, drinking it while smiling at me—that little bitch! I couldn’t help but to love her. “Ha, ha, ha! Yep! You’re my favorite!” I kissed her and prompted her to suckle on my tits properly. “Please, be kind to your siblings, Jasmine, especially the ones there aren’t as strong or bulky as you.” I fondled her immense body with my hand, feeling her muscles just as defined and developed as a teenage bodybuilder; it was literally like holding a newborn calf on my hands! “It’s the task of the strong to protect the not-so-strong.” I kissed her baby brother, who was by far the smallest of the litter—a mere twelve-pound little bull. As he latched to my tit, I had another orgasm, and the juices poured out of me with the other babies making their way through. “Mm, fuck! You’re a hungry one, aren’t you?” Though five times smaller than her sister, the baby sucked me almost as hard; he knew he was the runt of the litter and he had to compensate if he wanted to have a fighting chance in that pride of potent lions; with his ferocious suckling, milk burst through his nostrils and flooded the ground. Streams of my steamy broth bathed the babies beneath it, who were wise enough to open their little mouths and drink the life-giving juice.

“Mmrr!!” The act of birth gifted me with endless orgasms: three new babies popped out of my cunt, their umbilical cords so heavy they almost pulled me down into my own sea of squirt. “Come here, come here!” In order to care for them, however, I needed to plop my girl away from my tits—and the giant baby showed me she was taking none of that shit, wrapping her muscular arms around my tit and threatening to rip it apart if I so dared to deprive her of milk.

Smiling, I kissed her relentlessly. “My beautiful goddess, please be kind. You were endowed with muscles and power the likes of which they can never grasp!” I softened her grip kiss by kiss. She smiled and kissed me back, raising her arms to my face and fondling it. “You’re powerful! You’re beautiful! That’s why ya gotta be generous, my powerful mare!” I raised her to my face and shoulder, kissing her huge body and making it tickle. «Hot damn!» I couldn’t help but to be amazed—and even a little scared. «This bitch’s got a six-pack already! Fuck!»

Clearing my throat, I spoke to her in a tender, yet godly voice: “let me wean your siblings first. All of them. Oh, please, don’t you act like that.” I mercilessly assaulted her with kisses and snuggled. “I know you feel greedy, and you deserve to be as greedy as you want. You pack the muscle for such! However, as your mother, I want you to be good and responsible, and that’s why you’ve got to accept the responsibilities too of having such a superior body.” I kissed her again, and she kept still, serious, looking at me with those beautiful turquoise eyes. “My powerful she-stallion! Please, care for your siblings for me.” There were eight babies floating in the ocean, with many, many more to come. “Can you do this for me?” She looked to my ocean of juices, then back at me. “Can you take care of all of them while I birth more and wean them to make them strong and capable?” I kissed her again, with the milk squirted powerfully from my relieved tit. “Can you do this for me?” I kissed her yet again. “Can I trust you with this task, my favorite daughter?”

She smiled and nodded. I felt I would burst out with happiness—or maybe that was just the ungodly number of babies bursting out of my pussy, not to mention to billions of gallons of nectar blasting off each of my tits. “Goddess! You’re such a goddess!” I relentlessly battered her face with kisses, and she laughed out loud, each laugh sounding like a powerful roar. “You will be so much stronger, more virile than your mother when you grow up.” I looked at my freed tit, which was squirting milk wildly. “Please, take some more of your mother’s nectar. You deserve it. Oww!!” She latched on to the tit like a gorilla, and the veins popped in her body as she sucked me like a machine. “Jesus, you’re something!” I let her suckle on me for twenty seconds before fearing for the life of my other newborns, whose heavy umbilical chains hadn’t yet been cut. I knew, however, that just taking that monster woman out of the tit was out of the question. Therefore, I humbly requested her permission again: “my beautiful daughter… no: my goddess!” She looked at me, her throat still swelling monstrously as she literally emptied out gallons and gallons off my tits. “Can you let it go for now? Your siblings need you.”

She complied. The milk squirted and splashed all over her face. She enjoyed it—maybe a little too much—and cast to me a naughty look even the cockiest of men wouldn’t be able to muster. She was a superhuman genius I knew that, by the time she hit fifteen, oh, she would already be so much stronger and more powerful and more… everything!… than I myself could ever be! “No jealously between us, my powerful heir.” I slowly laid her down on the ocean. “I fully admit you’re superior to me. When you feel like it, you can demand my crown and I will hand it over to you peacefully.” She floated on the ocean, her smile telling she me loved every single one of my words. I winked at her. “Can I please request that you take care of your siblings for me, especially the little ones? They need the muscle of a strong woman such as yourself.”

With another nod, she turned around and swam to her sibling, grabbing each by the arms and legs and cradling them all in one big mound of my squirt, swimming around them like a shark circling its school of prey or herd dog taking care of his flock. Chuckling, I grabbed the freshest babies while birthing many more. “Now, you…” I tore and swallowed their umbilical cords, feeling my body pulsate with energy for every gulp of that powerful, mighty flesh. “You now!”

Baby after baby, my two massive tits were charged with the task of feeding them all! The endless supply of milk had finally found its match, with even the weakest of my offspring sucking as powerfully as their father once did. Many more burst through my cunt, aided by the potent outflow of squirt. “Mm, fuck!! Damn, I feel so filthy for cumming while giving birth to you! But, anyway, that might just be how I rolled: one orgasm after another, forever, no matter the reason!” Huge baby after huge baby exploded through my vagina, the later bunch of them no lighter then twenty-five pounds each.

After a few births, the alien black box returned with a welcome gift: with their quasi-magic technology, wave after wave of hot cream of the children’s daddy was brought to us. The unbelievably thick and heavy cum divided the ocean—half of it white, half of its transparent—and dense fumes of steam rose higher in the sky, the cum being so much hotter than my own juices. “Is that enou-?” The aliens were about to ask before they were astounded by my scene: “what is going on here??” Around my heavy body, fifteen babies swirled and swam in the pussy nectar—most of them husbanded by my powerful super girl, who swam in the broth with her mighty arms and powerful legs. “What…?!” The aliens, once merely impressed by my virility, were now absolutely dumbfounded. “How do you…?!”

I flexed one arm and made the biceps boom! Shockwaves thrashed the squirty waters, but my babies all seemed to love that emanation of power! “What do you think it is? That’s my power!!” I stuck my other hand on my pussy and pulled out yet another baby by the head. “Sixteen! There we go!” The big fucking bastard—forty pounds in total!—left the cunt with ease, barely making a sound. “Fuck! This is supposed to be the last, but I still feel… fuck!!” My belly boomed; there obviously were more babies inside it! “Weren’t they just sixteen??”

The box hovered unstably on the ocean, humming as it fearfully approached my bloated belly. “That’s what the scanner indicated. We were never wr-!” Out of nowhere, however, the box was pushed away and made to crash against my man’s semen.

“Oh, fuck!” I looked down, seeing the perpetrator of that crime. “Jasmine!”

The strong-as-fuck baby looked up to me and rolled over the ocean waves with laughter. Fuck, that bitch was muscular! She looked really like some raw primate, able to wrestle a chimpanzee into the ground and tear it up limb by limb! What an absolute monster my girl was! “Oh, you!”

The box rose up from the cream, its many voices more shocked than fearful: “what happened? Did this child… do this to us??”

I looked at the box and saw its lower surface completely bent and twisted by a human grip. The marks were much smaller than mine, yet the blow had been much more savage, typical of someone who’d barely learned to control their own strength. “Yep!” I smiled with pride, fondling my baby girl while feeding the children on my tits. “This little beast was responsible. Ouch!” I was shocked by my kid’s grip on my hips, her fists nearly tearing a piece of my ass while she looked at me so offended. “Oh, my god! You can understand me, child?” She nodded furiously, prompting me to lay one of the bigger babies from my tit back into the ocean. “Oh, come here, you. Hey, hey, stop that. I didn’t mean to offend you, my genius stud-woman!” I lifted her from the sea of squirt, again amazed by just how heavy she was. “You fucking animal of a baby! Being a ‘monster,’ from where I come from, can actually be a good thing, which is what I meant when I talked to you.” The baby listened to me attentively, her stellar-blue eyes now permanently open. “It means that you’re strong! That you’re powerful! That you’re much superior than any average human. In that regard, you are a freaking monster!!” I brought her to my face and blew air into her stomach, making her burst out loud with laughter. “You’re the strongest girl in the entire universe! Oh! I can barely wait until you come of age and start fucking your first men!” I looked at her, and she seemed to understand that talk even better than all the others: “how young will you be when you lose your virginity? Twelve?” We both smiled. “Ten?”

“Is this proper talk for your newborn?”

I brought the bull-baby to my tit, which it latched on with brutal fierceness. “Suck me. Dry me up.” My body rumbled with the power of her suction; you could hear the milk filling her up and sloshing inside her stomach. That beast was fucking wild!! “Suck your momma dry! Come on! Harder, baby girl!” I gave her a wink that only mighty Amazons such as myself would give their favorite daughters. “Show momma how strong you truly a-AAAHH!! Oh, fuck!!” The beast almost ripped my tit out! “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m sorry!! Oh, fuck!!” She looked up to me, laughing while she sucked me. “So strong!! You’re too goddamn strong, child, OOOUCH!!”

The box came in closer, keeping a safe distance from that child. “We’ve never seen a newborn so strong, nor so knowledgeable. Mm. All of your children, in fact, are unreasonably strong!”

“Is that a… ouch! Uuh, baby girl, calm down! Please!” I kissed her, feeling a tremendous burning pain not only on that tit, but all over my chest; it really felt like the monster girl was sucking my lungs out, fuck!! “I’m sorry! Jesus Christ, you’re barely ten minutes old and you’re already stronger than your momma!” I scooped her on her ripped, hard belly and lifted her up, kissing her tenderly on her forehead. The fact that she didn’t resist and instead let go of my tit without a trouble, made me the proudest and happiest woman in the universe. “Come here, my beautiful goddess! I submit to you!” I covered her face with little kisses. “I submit to your power and your iron will! You’re so much better than your momma, and you’ve still got so much to grow!” We both gave each other knowing looks, like we were long-time childhood friends. “My strong goddess! How proud you make momma just for existing!” I kissed her one more time, and she latched on to my face to kiss it back on the forehead, smiling and giggling as her siblings dispersed in the sea around us. “Can you look at your siblings again for me? I can’t do this alone.”

She smiled and nodded, and then I returned her to the ocean of squirt before feeding more of her siblings. The birthing process, however, was far from over. “How many more children do I have inside of me?” I smiled at the black box while more children still fought to leave my womb. “Jesus, hell!! Fuck! Okay, nevermind!” I pushed the box away. “I’m gonna find out… right… oooh… now!!”

One baby came out. A beautiful, twenty-pound boy. It immediately clang to my leg and climbed me, its eyes already open, its face brimming with curiosity. Another one came: a forty-pound baby girl! She and Jasmine hit it off immediately, and shared the responsibility of taking care of their siblings. “Oh, fuck!!” I came harder while giving birth to the next beautiful darlings. “Shit! Here comes number nineteen!” She was a thirty-five-pound baby girl, followed closely by a twenty-eight-pound baby boy. More and more children kept coming, with my bloated belly finally beginning to deflate.

“Impossible!” The voices of the black box were beyond astounded. “This is impossible!”

“Nothing’s impossible… uuurh!!” I pushed! “Fuck a woman like me!!” Babies number twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, and twenty-four blasted off almost at the same time, testing the flexibility and strength of my cunt. “Ooh, girl! What a band of savages, heh?”

The box flew closer to my belly, still afraid of the curious babies who, with their insanely strong arms and hands, tried to grab it at all times. “Are there still m-??”

“Of course there’s fucking more!!” I roared and pushed, pushed, PUSHED!! “Not just more, but bigger and stronger babies!!” Jasmine and I exchanged humorous looks, the little baby already as conscious not even as an adult, but as a full-fledged deity. “Afraid any of them might be bigger than you, baby girl? Oh!” She gave me such a look that my entire being shivered in fear. “Oh, fuck, you’re scary!” I winked. “Sorry for even suggesting this, my powerful Amazon. I hope you can forgive your mother and love your siblings all the same! Oh, fuck!!” Time for talk was over; the next batch was promising to be insanely hard. “Here they fucking come!!”

Amidst a torrent of squirt and blood, all other babies came out nearly at once; baby twenty-five: forty-six pounds, a beautiful and hyperactive boy! Baby twenty-six: a twelve-pound girl, frail but frenzied, immediately surrounded up by her stronger siblings and protected from all harm. Baby twenty-seven: also twenty-seven pounds in weight, very small for its weight and, therefore, looking like just one big lump of muscles (seriously: the little bastard was so dense he immediately sunk in my fluids once he was born; were not for his zealous sisters, he would have probably be a goner). “Watch out, you guys… ouch!!” A tremendous pressure grew in my hips, with babies twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, and thirty-fucking-two finally bursting with an ocean of lube and steam. Upon the firing of the thirty-second child, I felt a relief that could be described as an “orgasm of a thousand angels during a cool spring breeze in Elysium!”

My elation was well beyond mortal understanding—as I was beyond mortals myself. My power and puissance allowed my body to experience a comparably bigger, more tremendous and destructive shock of cold and heat—a thermal shock so intense it would have literally paralyzed even Earth’s strongest male. It was like God Himself (or Herself) had breathed ice through my cunt and briefly frozen all my nerves, veins, and fluids. That elation alone was enough to trigger countless orgasms within my frozen mind, like subtler bursts of pleasure beneath a layer of sensorial permafrost—orgasms straight into my soul, if you will, like a heavenly big dick fucking my spirit straight.

It was all too sudden and all too quick, of course, and when I got back to my senses, oh!, I found myself a proud momma of thirty-two big, heavy, bulky, muscular, and virile children. I lifted the babies to my tits and let them splurge on my milk while a hot, heavy rain fell around us—it was the rain of my pussy juices. “Wow.” I looked around, a silly smile in my face. “What happened?” The aliens in the box were too disconcerted to answer me. “I see.” I put one and two together, cumming as I was suckled by those voracious beasts. “I must have exploded with squirt once these final babies came out.” I looked at Jasmine and her sister, who were by my side, looking up to me, as if expecting their next orders. «Fuck me, I gotta name them all!» I looked to Jasmine’s sister, and she squirmed with happiness upon seeing me. “Lioness.” Was the first word in my mind. “I’m gonna call you Lioness.” I scooped her by the belly and brough her to my tit, all while Jasmine seemed to grow impatient, even furious. “Please, dear Ja-Jas, take no offense in that. If you want, I can change your name to something more impressive, or even let you, of course, pick your own name—you’re the superior female here. Ooh!!” A few jets of squirt blasted from my pussy as Lioness latched on to my left tit, taking absolute possession of it with her muscular limbs. “Oh, look at you, little gorilla!” I left her to her own devices; with her strong, ripped body, she latched on fully to my tit, needing no support to suck it and drain it of milk. “Oh, god!” I scooped Jasmine up, but she appeared to refuse my touch. “Do you know why I named you Jasmine? Because she is one of my favorite characters in human fiction. You might not understand it now, but you will one day.” I smiled, seeing how my daughter patiently listened to me. “She’s one of the hottest, strongest women in the human mythology. Not exactly muscular, sadly, but a lady whose will I always admired.” I fondled her cheek, realizing how, with such a strong jaw, the baby could bite my hand off clean if she so chose to. “You’re named after this mighty heroine. Also, it’s a name I like.” I shrugged. “Sounds beautiful, doesn’t it? Jas-min-ne! I gently bowed to her, taking the baby off my right tit to make room for her. “If not today, I hope you one day approve of my choices. All that I do is for your own well-being. Y’all make your momma so proud!”

Lioness squirmed on my left tit, and at points I felt she was about to bite it! “I love you all.” I kissed her forehead. “And I worship you both war women! You’re mares amongst eunuchs, titans amongst virgins, and there’s no need for jealously between you.” I placed my hand on Jasmine’s ripped belly, amazed by just how insanely muscular she was—like a naked ape. “Please, come, of Goddess of Baby Girls, and nourish your powerful body with your mother’s rich, thick milk.” She needed no more words to grab me by the wrist and actually climb my arm and shoulders to latch herself onto my right tit. I laughed. “Of course. You need no aid in helping yourself. Ooh!!”

The pleasure was just growing from having those two strong beasts servicing themselves so mightily with my milk. Their hands squeezed and squished my tits, much more powerfully and easily than my stud ever squished them! My muscles felt like jelly under those babies’ grips. It was slowly dawning on me, but eventually I realized I had given birth to literal superhuman beings—creatures closest to gods than to humans. Even wild stallions and or mighty hypos would be scared shitless of those two baby girls drying my tits with their potent, voracious mouths. The way they coaxed the milk out of my tits with their arms and legs, the way they touched me, the way they expertly knew where to push and where too squeeze… fuck! They had the anatomical knowledge of a surgeon hardwired into their brains!

With those two hungry beasts, I was left with thirty other babies squirming (and soon crying) for attention. The alien box came closer to me, however, now able to make itself useful: “do you need assistance?”

“Yes, please. I’ve got a whole tribe of beasts to feed.”

“We’re bringing the wet nurses. Your kids will be taken to…”

“Nowhere.”

“What?”

I looked to the box, my eyes brimming with the hellfire that was about to come through my lips: “you’re taking my babies nowhere. Nowhere! You hear me? What do you think you gonna do? Collect my milk and then feed them through the hands of strangers?” I hugged my two girls with my bulging muscles, wrapping my huge legs around a mass of babies around me. As if sensing their momma’s call, all other babies swam towards me. Within seconds, we looked like a giant blob of bulging, throbbing muscles—the strong momma goddess and her thirty-two offspring.

The box struggled to explain itself. “P-please, dear earthling, remember that this has always been an experiment and that you are subjected to…”

Their voices were shut. With her deadly grip, Jasmine grabbed the box by its lower edge and crushed its steel on her fingers. I could hear the metal bending effortlessly under the titanium grip of the god-child. Her eyes burned with a stare countless times scarier than anything I could ever muster. My fifty-pound baby girl was a real monster, and her destructive powers could end existence as we knew it. “My love! My beloved! Please!” I pleaded with her. “You’re too young and too beautiful—too heavenly and too perfect—to concern yourself with such lowly beings.” I looked to the box, making sure those damned aliens listened to me. “If you idiots don’t learn your place, have no doubt that my baby girl, as early as her newborn days, will exterminate your entire race with her fists.” I could hear nervous sweating and trembling knuckles on the other side of the box, with the unseen aliens still trying to wrap their minds around all that was unfolding.

I looked again to my baby girls, whose body was pulsating with rippling, bulging veins. “My love, can you let go of them for a bit? These useless beings are not worth your perfect touch.” I kissed her, and in my lips I felt the hellfire of her power. “Please, my adored baby, let them go. Your sister is suckling much more milk now thanks to your distractions.” Like magic, these words made her leave the box and go back to eating my tit raw. The two monster women were competitive as fuck! They eyed each other and smirked as their mouths power-sucked my tits like machines. A loud, roaring sound boomed as those two unheavenly creatures vacuumed the milk out of my tanks. To my shock and amazement, my sturdy breasts, once so perpetually full even under the hardest touch and strongest suckling of my man, were now shrinking in size! «No! No fuckin way!!» My jaw hanged low as I saw (very slowly, indeed, but still happening) my two mighty tits gradually decreasing in size as the two hungry demonesses emptied them out of all their content. My other babies squirmed on my body, never crying or whining, but indeed grunting in discontent, like a horde of Alpha wolves whose needs have been long uncared for.

“Bring tanks and the best maids you’ve got.” I spoke harshly to the box, which was now having problems levitating thanks to all the damage it had sustained. “I will need a hundred of your best slaves at all times to service me, as well as the strongest males to serve as caretakers of these strong wild beast babies.” I smiled. “I will pump a few oceans of milk every day until they’re satisfied. Fuck! It’s gonna be hurtful, but that’s the crux a mother must carry!”

“Y-you… it…” The alien black box could only shiver and mutter next to me. “It will be done, my goddess.”

I looked to my two favorite children—Jasmine and Lioness—and rejoiced on how much pain they brought my tits with their sucking alone. “I’m the world’s proudest momma!” And the happiest one too.

* * * * *

It wasn’t easy taking care of thirty-two children at once. That’s what I would say, of course, if I wasn’t a superpowered goddess who could achieved anything I wanted, any time I wanted, with barely a second of thought or a twinge of effort. I was a perfect human, a supreme organism, an absolute amongst absolutes, and my raising of my thirty-two big, potent, equally perfect children was as blissful as no motherhood can ever be for mere mortals—even Earth’s mightiest woman would look like a psycho mother compared to how perfectly I raised my children (and, of course, my children raised me).

First, there was the issue of the Beasts: Jasmine and Lioness, two of the strongest organisms ever given birth to in all of eternity. The aliens were repeatedly dumbfounded by the feats of power and virility of my two little girls, and even at the peak of my power when fucking their father, when I literally wrecked mountains and cracked whole continents apart with my hip-thrusting, dick-sucking, crotch-blasting action, were they so shocked as they were by just witnessing my two little girls… be!

“Holy…!!” Their coolness and impartiality had long been cast aside. “We’ve never seen any being so young behave in such a way.”

Truth be told, the Beasts were ravenous: all the time they demanded milk and attention, and all the time they got what they wished. Their desires could never be repelled, only negotiated around, and my relationship with those two super babies was more like that of business partners instead of a traditional, authoritarian, mother-to-offspring relationship. Every time they became a little too demanding, I kneeled before them and politely asked: “oh, sweet goddesses, please, you mother is so tired right now! Oh, my beautiful, stronger offspring, please, let your siblings suck momma’s breasts this time. Oh, my beautiful, perfect Jasmine, can you please look after your siblings while momma sleeps for a bit?” And all the time, with the most beautiful smiles a mother could ask for, they nodded and complied. “Thank you!” I was always teary-eyed when I saw then listening and obeying me so dutifully. “Thank you so much, my two goddesses.”

Not that they took easy on me when they got their way. Far from it: whenever they latched to my tits, those were the only moments in my entire life (safe from my first penetration by their father) when I met true, constant pain. “Oooh-ooh!!” The pain, however, was often followed by the most intense, yet weirdly low-key orgasms I’d ever felt. “Oh, yes, babies!!” I looked at them and kissed them, and they looked up to me knowingly, detecting my pleasure through my goosebumps-ridden skin. “Suck me. Suck me as hard as you can without, you know, killing or ripping my tits off!” That last part was always important to add, for each of those babies, with barely a second though, could tear my whole body apart with little more than five percent of their strength, and in time I knew that their power not only was vastly superior to my own, but they actually were what the aliens called “planet crackers!”

“‘Planet crackers?’” I mused at first, feeling the gallons of milk sloshing through my nipples. “What would that mean? Oh, wait, let me guess: these are babies who can crack planets at their full power?”

“When they grow up, yes.” The box hovered close to me, but never too close so that those two superhuman monsters could actually lay their hands on it. “Though, at this pace, they are probably going to be the earliest-blooming superhumans we’ve ever bred.”

“Good.” I smiled to my babies and sniffed their cheeks, making them giggle and laugh while they perfectly sucked my tits (and I mean perfectly, like: there wasn’t a single drop of milk dripping from their lips or through their nostrils, even when they sucked about a hundred gallons per second, with their bodies producing dense steam thanks to their superhuman digestion). “And that’s coming from the weakest of semens!” I looked up to the box, which moved back almost defensively. “Come, you Omega stud, it will be an honor absolutely destroying his dick and milking it for all its worth.”

There was a moment of silence before the box just disappeared—a silence broken only by the motor-like roar of my babies suckling. The aliens, who once had the upper hand at all times, were now at a loss of words or explanations for what was happening to me. They probably thought about saying something like “careful, woman, with what you wish for” or “you might be surprised with what’s in store” or something cheesy like that, but they didn’t. Instead, they contended with silence and a humiliating retreat into nothingness, leaving me with my uber children to lactate and cum and orgasm in the blissful heaven of motherhood.

Whenever the Beasts sucked me, they fucking sucked me! No matter the circumstances and no matter my negotiating skills, they always got the bulk of my tits at prime time: after their siblings had had a taste of me, rarely any of them staying over an hour with my tits (not for the lack of want, though), the God Girls demanded my entire bust to them, and I couldn’t help but to oblige. “You are two voracious monsters.” I kissed them. “I love that!” I kissed them and cradled them while they managed to empty my tits out at the end of every night. They could go on for days without sleeping, just sucking my breasts endlessly while I slept and smiled, forever blissed by their attention—it was an unfathomable honor to nourish those perfect girls, even though it often left my tits either dried up or bruised. At the end of ever session, my tits were literally half the volume they were when the suckling began. It generally took me a full hour for them to refill, and the refilling itself required so much energy that, when the tits were once again massive and hard, they exhaled hot steam through every pore, sometimes burning so hot I felt like I had two volcanoes on my chest.

In some of these moments, the Beasts looked at me with their hungry eyes. “What? Again?” I shook my massive knockers to those two all-knowing girls. “You want to empty your mother out again? Fine.” I offered them my arms, and the beasts leapt on my bust with their powerful, over-developed legs and arms. “Come and get it, you bastards!!” They attacked me like vicious animals, but such brutality was only expected between a goddess and her two perfect offspring.

Their siblings were often jealous, yes, but this too couldn’t be helped. What filled me with endless joy, however, was how well everyone ultimately got along with everyone else. Lioness and Jasmine, for once, were rarely selfish with their own kind; after a few understanding words, they were willing to renounce even my tits for a whole day to give their less-advantaged siblings a shot at my milk at its sweetest and creamiest. Even though I had about one thousand tanks of a million gallons each of perfectly-preserved milk ready at all times, nothing—even the most advanced of alien technologies—could replace the perfect sweetness and heavenly tenderness of my broth when it burst out straight from the source. Whenever opportunity rose, in fact, I always grabbed a huge bucket, filled it with my creamy chest-semen, and drank it like a maniac, drawing unimaginable orgasms out of me again and again and again just with its flavor. “Holy FUCK!! I never knew I could taste this good!!” Often times, in situations such as these, I added my squirts to my milk, creating a supreme, godly ambrosia that could only be described as the Purest Life-Bringing Juice of the Universe—or something just as lofty-sounding.

It was this divine broth that my Beasts accepted to furlough so that their siblings could grow strong and powerful. After just a few talks, indeed, they perfectly understood what their duties were in life: “no, my beautiful goddess,” I kissed each of them on the cheeks relentlessly, “do you undertand how important it is to take care of the weak? Take Jason, for instance.” I scooped my beautiful baby boy with and brought him to a tit, letting him suck while my strong Amazon girls looked at it intently, even licking the occasional drops and threads that flowed down on my muscles. “Jason is the runt of our litter.” I kissed him and kissed him and kissed and smothered the little bastard with endless love! “I love him and protect him and worship him just like I do you, no more, no less.” They accepted my words without a hint of either jealousy or offense. “However… look at him.” I grabbed his tiny arms and shook them in front of my babies. “He’s sooo thin! So thin!” I kissed him. “So weak!” I kissed him at every word. “He’s barely thirteen pounds, this beautiful baby.” His muscular body breathed hot and heavy on me. I giggled. “Of course, he’s a titan for mere humans, but for us he’s a pigmy.” I kissed him and fondled his beautiful hair. “My beautiful pygmy!” Then I looked at my children. “Lioness, you’re just a few weeks old, and you’re already sixty pounds of almost pure muscle. Jasmine,” I respectfully bowed to her, and the mighty baby calmly nodded, like some kind of feudal lady, “you’re just a few minutes older than your sister, yet you’re already eighty pounds. There’s little doubt on who’s the strongest, mightiest offspring of my litter.” I kissed them both, and the babies licked and sucked the milk that kept dripping on my body. “You’re goddesses. Titans. Little monsters of muscle and power, beings destined to inherit the fucking universe!” Their giggling made me smile. “You like when momma says profanities, don’t you?” I looked at them, and they eagerly waited me to say… “Fuck!” They giggled. “Fucking fuck this fucking bullshit!” They laughed. Their grip relaxed and they almost rolled out of my body. I scooped them with my arms as their little brothers suckled me even harder, laughing too at the bad words they had heard. “You obscene little shits. So young, already so fucking filthy. Anyway, it’s to be expected from perfect beings like us. Fuckers like us gods do not need to shy away from what mortals deem ‘bad manners.’” I flexed my muscles, feeling them swell and cradle my babies more comfortably. “*We’re* the fucking gods. *We* set the manners!” I looked to my girls again, bringing them to my face while their brothers sucked, sucked, and sucked! “You are strong. You’re kind. You’re everything.” I kissed them time and time again. “It’s the duty of the strong to protect the week.” I laid them on my breasts, and then there was barely any space left for those four babies. My girls looked at their brothers with a bit of anger, insulted by the fact that they were getting the milk that was rightfully theirs. “Are you angry that your brothers are sucking your momma? It’s fine. You have all the right to.” I brought their attention to me by caressing their strong cheeks. “You have all the right to smother them, if you want to. You’re goddesses. Goddesses need to follow no rules; quite the contrary, we write those rules! So if you want to murder your siblings and claim my tits just for yourself, you’re perfectly justified in doing do. Not even I am able to hold you back. However,” I fondled and kissed the weaker males on my tits, pressing my girls’ bodies against their much smaller ones, making them feel their heat and their frailty, “is that what you would like to do to such sweet, defenseless babies? Huh?” I caressed their cheeks. “Is it, huh?” They looked at me. They shook their heads. I smiled. “No. No, right, and you instinctively already feel that, don’t you? Yes, my babies, you do.” I covered them with kisses. “You do, because you’re good, kind, benevolent goddesses, and you hate the idea of doing harm to anyone. It’s understandable that you’re greedy, even choleric, angry, and what not, but you’ll rarely act upon your worst instincts, even though you can (and should) always go unpunished by them. You’re gods, after all, and gods can do anything. However… the strong…” They words briefly eluded me. I was tearing up upon smelling their sweet baby scent. Fuck, how I loved being a momma! “The strong protect the week. That’s what strength is all about: you’re shields behind which weaker people can protect themselves and flourish. You’re forces of growth, care, and security! That’s why you care for your siblings, why you allow them to drink the milk that is, by all accounts, rightfully yours. Like this…” I flexed my tits and squirted more gallons into the hungry babies. The deep, sloshing sounds of my creamy juice sure stirred up a lot of emotions; my girls were like little dragons just barely holding back their fire, struggling to not fucking rip and tear the strangers who dared sit atop their gold. “You will protect them—all of them—because you’re good, no, you’re perfect, and as perfect beings, well, this is your purpose:” I kissed them, “to protect,” I kissed them again, “to save,” I kissed them time and time again, “to care and love and nourish and uplift! You’re women! You’re the greatest beings in all of creation!” Their eyes shone upon these words. “Now go out there and have a look at your siblings for me, will ya? Momma’s gotta lotta mouths to feed!” And so they did, and the scenes that unfolded only made my mommy’s heart bigger and warmer.

Day after day, night after night, Lioness and Jasmine cared for their siblings with ferocious dedication, looking like two lionesses ruthlessly protecting their dearest cubs. Whenever any of my children showed any sight of distress, they went there and hugged them, their powerful, bulging muscles never failing to instantaneously soothe them. Every time they (finally) went to sleep, these two powered women husbanded them into big piles of muscular bodies and embraced as many as they could, sometimes holding seven or eight, even ten big bodies between their arms and legs, kissing their faces and cheeks and foreheads as to always say “hush, hush, little brother, your big sister is here.” And they cradled them so sweet and lovingly. “Nothing bad will ever happen when you sister is around!”

Those two ferocious beasts! They clearly shared a connection that only the mightiest, strongest people can share. Though competitive and relentless, they clearly loved each other above anything else, and with me they formed a Triad of Power that assured none of their other thirty siblings would ever suffer a single setback in the hands of a cold, uncaring universe. “With us, they will growth into the gods they were born to be.” I told them, and they tacitly agreed while helping me feed more and more babies.

Within a few weeks of their birth, they were rarely drinking me straight from the tits anymore. As lines of strong babies formed on my feet, they helped their siblings into my tits, then laid on my shoulders to help them feed. With their powerful arms and legs, they massaged my huge breasts so as to always allow a hot, steady flow of cream into their siblings’ mouths, and the cream was so much that the other kids usually just licked them off my body—when they were not feeding on the huge tanks, of course. “You two are angels, you know this?” I talked to my baby girls as they smiled and rested their heads on my shoulders, just squishing and massaging my tits so the endless milk never stopped flowing into their siblings. Often they slept for hours like this: lazily on my shoulders, milking me for all my worth as they snoozed and dreamed.

“T-they’re…” The tall, beautiful maids that surrounded us often feared to even look at us. After all, what could mortals do when so up-and-close to their gods?

“Please, Martha, come here.” I called her with my hands. “Come here, baby girl.” The big, beautiful woman came, and I brought her to my lips to kiss her. Lioness and Jasmine also instinctively fondled her (huge) breasts, as if to say that, if she wanted to feed their siblings too, she was more than welcomed to.

“P-please, my lady… I’m not…”

“Don’t be insecure next to your goddess.” I slid my tongue inside her, and the girl immediately squirted. “Don’t you know my love is infinite? You can do and say whatever you want next to me.” I sucked her face and fondled her tits, making her red with so much of the blood that was heating up inside of her.

“Oh, my goddess… my goddess!” She ended up crying on my arms, still too insecure to actually surrender to her desires. All good, all good: every human has their rhythm, and my job as a goddess was to find out this rhythm and respect it. As she cried and used my massive, muscular arm as a warm pillow, my head travelled to more distant thoughts.

 “Where is their father?” I looked to my faithful servant. “It’s been two weeks since I head last heard of him.”

Yes. The father. The blond, bulky stud. Two weeks after their kids’ birth, I heard he was finally starting to wake up from our savage, mountain-crushing sex, but that “he was still too weak to even move his fingers, huh?” I spoke to my fearful servant, who only slowly mustered the courage to look up to me and treat me like an equal. “I want to see him.” I licked my lips. “I want to see him badly!” I looked around, seeing dozens of uber-muscular bull-children roaming around with destructive power. “It is an insult that the father hasn’t yet seen his children. I want him to cherish this moment.” As I looked at her, I sensed something was amiss. “Is he strong enough already?” He vacillated. She was clearly hiding something! “Hey, babe.” I fondled her cheeks and played with her fat, gorgeous lips. “What are you hiding?”

A lonely tear left her eye. “Please, my goddess…”

I kissed her. “You know I’m not angry. I protect. I never hurt.” A sly smile was formed in her face. “What?” I smiled back. “What’s this smile, you dirty fox?”

She giggled. “Well, I don’t think your stud would say the same.”

I giggled with her. “True. But sex is an exception. If my partner wants to be hurt, oh, I hurt him.” I flexed my gorgeous muscles, and my entire body rippled with the bulging of that potent musculature. Following the stretching noises of my body, there were cracks and rumbles on the floor.

“Please, my lady, the floor… you can crack it with your power.”

“You stop calling me ‘my lady,’ okay?” I placed my hand on the back of her head. “Now come here and give me a kiss.”

She gave me a defiant look. “What…” She gulped. “What if I don’t want to kiss you?”

I raised an eyebrow, then left her head. “Then you don’t kiss me.” I turned to my babies. “They’re gonna get all my kisses instead!” I kissed each and every one of their beautiful heads. “You! Oh, and you! You all get kisses, my darlings.”

“Oh!” She whimpered. “I’m sorry! I want a kiss t-” Before she could finish, of course, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close, locking my lips on her and making her unload pints of creamy squirt on the ground. I gave her a few couple multiple orgasms before letting go of her and seeing her squirm and writhe on the ground, taking a whole five minutes to stop cumming.

Changing babies on my breasts, I kissed Jasmine and Lioness before asking again, more somberly. “Serious, though. What of the father?” I saw the poor woman still trembling on the ground. “Can you call him for me? It’s about time my love can once again walk on his own two feet.” I looked at her, sensing her hesitation. “What is it that you’re hiding from your goddess?”

“My goddess… I…” She hesitated for a few minutes before speaking: “your husband has been… he has been…”

“I love you.” She looked at me, totally startled. “Okay? I love you. Now speak to me like I’m your equal, damn it. Don’t hold your tongue, please.”

She gulped quickly before telling me the truth: “your husband, he… he’s been taken away by the…”

CRASH!! The stone divan I was laying upon cracked by the insane gripping of my fists. My babies too gripped my body with strength, drawing a few drops of blood as they felt my pure anger. I could sense the heartbeat of my maid picking up as some of the pebbles hit her body. My face was contorted in a furious, demonic look, and my nostrils were exhaling steam of pure, unbridled hatred. “I’m not angry at you!” I spoke without looking at her. “I’m furious at… them!! Those bloody aliens!!”

“M-my queen…”

“So you mean that those bastards took my man away without even consulting me?!” Unbeknownst to me, even Jasmine and Leonine looked away in pure anger, as if itching for a chance to murder that entire alien race. “Those fucking bastards!! How dare they take…”

“My queen, it’s not…”

“…my man without even consulting me?!” For a brief moment, I lost my shit: “I will murder. I will genocide their entire fucking kind and make even their women and children repay this offense with fucking bl-!!”

“He asked for this! He begged that they took him away!”

Like the snap of a nerve, my entire constitution changed. Even the babies on my tits stopped sucking due to the chilling elation they felt in their spines. Along with my girls, I looked at the maid, completely dumbfounded: “what… do you mean?”

“My… oh, my queen.” She took a deep breath. “Your man, he… he’d recovered about a week ago.”

Shock and disbelief stole my voice and even my breath for a few seconds. “What… why…?”

“He asked that no one talked to you about anything. He demanded to be taken away and… that he never see you again. The aliens, they… they just complied, you see. They really feared for his life if they did otherwise.”

“What…?” Every word from me now took an eternity to leave my lips. “But what do you mean by that, child? Was he ill? Oh, fuck! Did I crack his skull during our fucking?”

She lowered her head and spoke with a heavy tone. “I think… he threatened to… to…” I touched her chin, feeling the immense weight of the truth she was trying to reveal: “kill… himself…” Her voice cracked. “He threatened to kill himself if he’d ever saw you again.”

I was filled with such anguish that bordered on the disbelief. “I want to see him.”

“My queen…”

“I have…!!” Despite my urgency, always followed by a threatening rumbling of my muscles, my tone was mostly calm and reasonable. “I have to speak to him. He’s… he’s the father of my children, goddamn it! I need to speak to him! I want him!!” Despair almost broke me! If not for the gentle massage of my two baby girls… damn! I would have lost it right then and there. “Lead me to the aliens. Please. I need to talk to them and get this sorted out.”

The issue was much graver than I thought: it took a few days and a lot of back-n-forth with the aliens until they finally agreed to let me see my beautiful stud. “What you did to him… broke him.”

My eyes were filled with tears as my two beautiful girls suckled furiously on my tits. You could hear the gushing, rumbling noises, like giant engines, coming out or my breasts and their throats every single second! “W-why? I thought… I thought he loved everything I did to him.” My brain was on fire. If not for my babies, whose presence warmed me up like a big dog protecting a tiny kitten, I would have fallen into weak, submissive despair. Instead, a few lonely tears left my eyes, with me trying to remember what I did to him that was so wrong. “I thought… he could take it all. He came and came and… oh, he never stopped coming! Breeding me! I thought he loved… every second of it.”

The voices came somberly from the box: “he did. There’s no denying that what you did to his body was… a masterpiece of fucking. You’re by far the greatest female specimen we’d ever had. To be honest, we’re confident you will absolutely destroy Omega, and even…”

“I don’t care about this.” I dismissed those aliens with a simple gesture, walking from side to side like a very concerned lioness. The ground bent and caved under my feet; it was made of pure titanium. “Please, let me see him.”

“My e-earthling…”

“Please, I beg of you!” To their shock, I fell to my knees, and the ground caved loudly around my body, the rumble of bent metal echoing through the many miles of that sci-fi chamber. “Let me talk to him! Please, let me fix what I’ve broken!” My eyes were tearing, with my babies leaving my breasts and climbing up my torso to comfort me with cuddles and kisses.

The alien box hovered indecisively for a minute, the it mused: “oh, well… that is an uncommon sight.”

“Please. Please!”

The box drew closer. My babies gnarled and showed it their fangs, but I shooshed them into being quiet. “Why do you care so much for him? He’s not even a Stud with capital “S.” He’s merely an experimental sam-”

“If you know what’s good for you,” my eyes burned with the Wrath of Satan, “you will be quiet right now.”

They were. Still… “can you help us understand, please? He’s not a main breeder. What attachment is this that leads a woman as powerful as yourself to care for a man so low… well, a man who’s undeniably  lower than you?”

My fists were tightened, and so were my babies’, but I had to be diplomatic and hold back my irrational female beast for a moment. “I don’t think it’s something you can understand. Heck, it’s not even something any Earthly woman would get.” As I looked up to the box again, the glaze in my eyes promised that I was very close to exploding. “Just lead me to him, please.” The ground caved and bent deeper beneath me. An orb of power was forming around my body. My muscles trembled and roared, bulging and hardening as the anger and the anguish became just too intense inside my fibers. “Or else…”

There was a sigh coming from the box, then a silent agreement. That very day, I was finally left to the chambers of my honey, leaving my babies up to the care of my maids and the feeding through the massive milk tanks. “There’s enough milk here to feed them for a week.” I looked to the tanks—at least a thousand of them, with a hundred thousand gallons each—and then to my aggrieved babies. “I know!” I kneeled before them and hugged them; my powerful arms and giant body could embrace all thirty at once. “I dread having to leave you for just a second, but daddy needs some good mommy-loving.” I smiled at them. “Don’t you wanna know your daddy? Don’t you wanna daddy be happy and strong, huh?” Many nodded, many tilted their heads, trying to understand my words. Meanwhile, Jasmine and Lioness scouted the place, dressed in beautiful white garbs and fancy golden tiaras. “Your sisters, being the strong beasts that they are, are coming with mommy. Please, don’t be angry, my beloved.” I kissed and cuddled every single one of my puppies. “You’re strong, but your sisters are just goddesses. They’ll give mommy the support she needs. Please, understand that.” I pointed to the maids, who surrounded us. “Be kind to your friends while they help feed you and care for you.” I nodded and winked at them. The maids all raised their hands to the skirts of their dresses, then slid them by their shoulders to make the garments fall and reveal their sculptural bodies, as well as their full, lush, bouncing, naked, heavy breasts. The eyes of my babies were immediately attracted to the dozens of pairs of bouncing fat tits. They too were so luscious and motherly that nearly all dripped and oozed with milk. “It ain’t momma’s milk, but it’s still tits. Don’t worry.” I pointed to the massive, skyscraper-sized tanks. “You can always drink momma’s breast juice whenever you truly need nourishment.” I stood up and called Jasmine and Lioness to my arms. “Be kind to these women. Please try not to rip their tits apart, okay?” I winked at them, then became a little more serious. “I mean it. Learn to control your own strength if you want to be the good, kind-hearted gods you were meant to be.” I looked around, seeing that Lioness and Jasmine were still not with me. “My Beasts, were are y-” I spotted them. A kind smile graced my face. “Ah.” My babies were hugging their sibling and whispering their goodbyes. The women couldn’t stop being astonished by the babies’ size and strength. Even with their well-trained arms and muscular, Amazonian bodies, they could barely lift a single girl without trembling or straining their muscles. Their amazement also hid a little bit of jealousy; their compliments, even worships were never-ending:

“By the gods, look at you! You’re heavy as iron!” My babies arrogantly flexed in front of them, carrying in their faces those smug grims of ladiesmen who collect and stores every pair of panties from the hundreds of ladies they did slay. “Oh, you cocky princess!”

“By heavens, it’s like I’m holding a baby elephant! Fuck, I wish…”

I approached these women, seeing them freeze and stiffen before me. I spread my arms wide. How easy would it be to crush a dozen of those ladies in a single feel swoop. “Who of you wish you could be me?”

Many gulped, some looked down, but a few stepped forward and spoke with amazement glistening in their eyes: “I-I do. I wish I could be you. So perfect. So big. So…” Her throat dried out. “P-powerful.”

I approached that woman and scooped her up by the neck and the cunt. She wore no panties, but even if she did they would have been easily torn by my powerful fingers as they penetrated her cunt and drilled countless orgasms from her being. The room was filled by the sound of my gulps and dry throats being cleaned before the loud noise of her orgasms was everything that could be heard. A puddle of girl-cum formed around my feet, with the acolyte’s body and soul soon splitting as her orgasms reached beyond-insanity levels.

I laid my fat, heavy lips on her throat and sucked it to give her another brutal horde of orgasms. Her squirting became a hosing, and even the other maids were shocked by what they saw. “Maybe I can help your bodies grow firmer and stronger with a little bit of my power.” My muscles roared, each of my arms literally as thick as their full bodies! “Like that stud did to me: I will transfer my power to you, and turn you into roaring beasts of sex and muscle like myself.” I slid my fingers out of that pussy, and the chilling elation that overtook my maid was enough to have her screaming, panting, and then crying out in both ecstasy and longing:

“No-ooh!! M-my goddess, n-noo-ooh!!”

I locked a kiss in my mouth, lifting her up and giving her a very long, firm, tight hug. Our bodies stayed connected for ten minutes until her heat descended to more manageable levels. I put her on the floor, but she still had to kneel and take long, gasping breaths to pierce together every fragment of her shattered, orgasm-ridden mind again. «What the hell…?!!» She didn’t understand her emotions. No lesser being like her could: a mortal, when blessed by a goddess, reaches levels of sensation and experience far beyond the abilities of her brain to comprehend. «My god…!!» All the time she still came. Her pussy squirted tiny juices on the ground, with her body collapsing on all fours, every second getting too close from absolutely losing control.

“Keep an eye on her. She’s gonna be coming and squirting for five hours before she truly goes back to normal.” Turning my muscular back to those women, I snapped my fingers to my Beasts, who immediately leapt on my shoulders and sat on it. “Only now have I realized,” I looked back to the maids, all fifty-eight of them, “we never had an orgy.” I smiled. “Don’t you worry. Once I’m done filling my babies with milk, I will fill your bodies will orgasms.”

I didn’t count how many of them came after I said those words. All I heard was a plethora of messy, squirting orgasms, with dozens of threads splashing on the floor between many pairs of now-wet, quivering legs. Six women fell to their knees, and many of them just cried out in agony for holding back their orgasms. The maid I had just fingered, however, raised her head to me and cried out, her lips still trembling and her tongue lolling out: “we wait for you eagerly, m-my queen! Maybe o-our many bodies… will hopefully prove a challenge to you.”

I just laughed, nonetheless admiring the spirit of those wonderful acolytes. Kissing both of my giant babies, I looked forward and marched into my spaceship. “Come on, baby girls. Let’s see daddy!”

* * * * *

The darkness of that chamber unnerved me and my children. The powerful beasts clung strongly to my body, squinting their eyes and gnarling defensively, as if sensing a dread, terrifying aura in that sad, sorrow place.

“Has he been fucking?” I asked, keeping up a big smile regardless of the circumstances. “Getting his massive dong wet? Oh, I see what happens to those big bull balls when they don’t unload frequently. It’s possible for them to even explode if he doesn’t shoot his gallons every second, milked by very expert hands, mouths, cunts or tits.”

The alien box followed us until the big, dark door in the middle of the endless hallway. It kept its distance from my babies, wisely. “He hasn’t had sex since you.”

My ears twitched. Fuck! No sex for weeks? For a guy like him?? “Dear gods…” Immediately my body grew hot and weary. I knew it wouldn’t be easy. “My boy…” I felt like falling to my knees and crying, but my babies—my two massive, beautiful beastly babies—gave me all the power any mother could ask for. “Is this his door?”

“Huh.” The box distanced itself. “We have to warn you…”

“I know. I know.”

“He’s in really bad shape. We’ve been considering ‘retiring’ him if he couldn’t…” The aliens immediately shut up as I turned to them and burned them with my glazing stare.

“I do not know what you mean by ‘retiring’ him, but I’m gonna assume the worst and warn you one last time: you lay a finger on my man, I will exterminate your entire race.” I stepped forward. The ground sank under my foot. “Are we understood?”

“Yes.”

I stepped forward again. *Bruuum!!* The noise of the metal floor being bent reverberated across the hallways. “Say it again, slowly, so that I’m sure that you really get it.”

The box leaned forward in relation to its vertical axis—a “bow” of sorts. “Yes, we get it, ma’am.”

I turned my back to them. “Come if you’re asked for. Otherwise, please, don’t be so stupid as to interrupt us, okay?”

“Y-yes.”

“Now… shoo!” I waved my hand at it, and the box was once again disappeared. I looked at Jasmine, then at Lioness, and both babies hugged my wide, muscular neck, kissing me and rubbing their cheeks before I stepped forth beyond the portal. “Let’s meet daddy.”

I entered. The room was all but darkness—all except, of course, for a giant mass of meat at the end of it, curled up in a fetal position over a divan of sorts, or a really huge, comfy bed. The back and shoulders moved as if the creature was breathing very slowly, careful at drawing each and every breath.

My entrance was announced by the heavy sounds of my feet sinking on the floor. The entire place rumbled with my very breath. At that moment, simply by existing, I had become the literal goddess of that room—the Alpha and Omega of that gloomy, tiny universe.

Lioness and Jasmine tightened their hug on my neck, looking at the giant wall of muscles that was their father. We shared silent looks and worried, insecure smiles, knowing very well that we should be very careful with our words—if we said anything at all.

Five minutes passed in absolute silence. Then, with a very feminine voice, I called out for my hunk: “baby. My love.” I stood silent. The beast became even more stiff, like a creature trying to hide from a predator’s gaze.

I didn’t know what was right or wrong. One wrong word could derail everything. Therefore, I chose the only sensible option—action instead of words—and approached the giant with step after careful step, making the entire room rumble. My immense tits, which would be bouncy and jolly if they weren’t just as hard as muscles and full as tanks, squirted milk on the ground every time, much to my babies’ content: they eyed those massive tits constantly, but refused to drink from their squirting content. They knew what was most important and wouldn’t relax until all was well once again.

“Please.” From the huge mass of meat and muscles came a grave, but breaking voice. “A-away… g-get away.”

I stopped. My babies climbed a little higher on my neck, laying with their full bodies on my wide, powerful shoulders. “My god.” I worshiped him. “My stud. Please. Your woman is here to help you.”

Again, absolute silence—well, only as ‘absolute’ as it could be with the powerful, heavy breaths of that giant stud. Looking at his ridiculously massive and muscular leg, I bit my lips. He was every bit as appetizing a male as he’d been in our first day of savage fucking—if not more so! I spread my legs and let my pussy drip on the ground, many viscous threads falling from my aroused and swollen cunt. “Wow.” I told him. “You’re one sight to behold.”

I don’t know exactly how he took those words, but I sensed—thanks to my feminine, loving tone—that he knew they were nothing but worshiping and admiring. Even then, he only curled himself harder into a ball of muscles and grunted: “go away.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled, looking at my beautiful babies, all of us a little more relaxed. Then, causing powerful rumbles to echo across the room, I slowly bent my knees and laid my powerful buttocks on the ground, crossing my legs and feeling the titanium floor sink a little as I sat on it. With equally careful motions, I brought my huge babies to my tits, and their long-held desire could finally be satiated as they loudly, almost savagely attacked the stone-hard lactating breasts with their hands and mouths. “Uurh!!” I grunted, feeling the burning pain immediately take over my entire upper torso. «Godddamn, you two!» I tried very hard not to giggle. «You fucking little wild animals. Jesus!!» I kissed both of them. «It’s like I’m feeding two hungry hypos, holy fuck!»

The room was filled with so many deep, powerful sounds that an outsider would think there were hundreds of bodies practicing some sort of slow-burning, but very intense tantric orgy: the powerful suctions on my tits created *pops* and *booms* that made every metal surface tremble immediately, all the time; the squishing of my milk through my thumb-thick nipples was like liquid trains travelling at high speeds through a very tight, long canal, and the inhumane density of that liquid meant that its passage, albeit quick, almost at sound speeds, was like an AK-47 shooting bullets each as heavy as a entire tanks. If I were any normal creature, no matter how strong or fearsome, that intensity would have immediately made my tits explode and tore the upper half on my body in a big, bulky mess. Thank the gods I was an incarnate goddess at that point, able to perform with my body feats that would be unbelievable even for the most creative of myth-makers.

I kissed and tended for my babies, who sucked me dry like a machine. Their arms expertly embraced my knockers, pumping the milk in quantities even more extreme than the usual. «Fuck! They will be such beasts when they grow up!» Not the slightest movement or a single inch of their bodies was wasted; everything was planned and instinctively designed to be as powerful and intense as possible: milk! They would suck that milk and digest it like the perfect biological machines that they were! The way they pumped me, the way they sucked me… fuck!! «Hell!! They’re giving me orgasms!!» I blushed, and in silence I shed a few lonely tears of ecstasy. «Jesus fucking Christ, I’m cumming with my kids sucking my tits!!»

Not a surprise, of course: they always made me cum. It was impossible for them not to, indeed, especially when they have a mother who’s so sensible and whose massive body is basically one huge pile of muscles and hyper-sensitive nerves. Still, the sheer intensity of their power affected me on a very deep, feminine core: the liquid flowed through their throats and sloshed into their stomach with heavy bangs, like they were gulping tank bullets made of titanium every single second! Those very sounds were, like, the embodiment of pure power, and nothing got me hotter than power itself! Seeing how their big, muscular bodies got even harder, more rippled, more vascular, and steamier at every gulp… «Jesus Christ!» I blushed. «I shouldn’t be thinking things like that!»

One thing was obvious, in any case: those would be two awesome, gorgeous girls when they came of age! I kissed them and fondled them lovingly at every gulp, trying to make the intense pain and burning of my tits just not too uncomfortable. “Drink.” I whispered at them. “Drink mommy, my babies. Drink every ounce of my power. You’ll need it.” I kissed them some more. “Drink until you’re two giant walls of muscle, blood and power!” I licked my lips, raising my gaze to the over-muscular back of my powerful male.

Silence reigned for many more hours than I could count. All I knew they were hours, and they were many. Relentlessly and tirelessly, without a break to even take a breath, my babies sucked my tits until they were about thirty percent of their original, luscious size. I hummed to them and fondled their faces, rubbing my nose against their cheeks, all-and-all giving them all types of love a momma could their cubs.

I looked at my man. I knew he was there, listening to us. His body had grown more still since my babies began suckling, and his breath seemed both slower and steadier—in one word: calmer. His body was chilling, all his depression slowly being washed away. He just needed time to realize we weren’t a threat, and that we wouldn’t invade his personal space unless given express permission to. That’s why the silence, I figured, was so important.

After many, many hours, he began to move. To even my surprise, my babies released my tits like this too was everything they were waiting for, and my gallons of milk comically splashed into their huge faces as their mouths left my nipples in loud, echoing *pops!* Still, we had to be careful. “Go back to sucking.” I whispered at them, and my babies, now silent again, put their mouths on my gushing tits and suckled strongly on them once more. The return of that pressure and suctions filled my body with sharp, warm ‘bursts,’ such a mix of pain and pleasure that my pussy twitched and kept oozing cream all the time—yet the orgasms didn’t hit me at full force like they usually did.

My man had turned a little to our side, but his face was still hidden between his huge, powerful arms. “Is that…?” I heard his voice. Happiness and joy at such intensities I had only experienced during the birth of my children filled me up and made me cry. My tears rolled over my body, wetting my aroused, warm skin.

Still, it was silence again. His breath picked up pace, and I heard deep, growling noises coming from his head. He curled up again, making his ball of muscles even more impenetrable. The noises continued, growing louder and more frequent. He was crying. Another hour had to pass until he was laying silent and still again. I too was crying, but at all times I made sure he didn’t hear me. Only my babies made any sound, with their suctions so joyous and filled with life!

“My baby…” I ended up saying to him, no longer able to hold the words back. I wanted to caress him, to cradle him, but still I had to be so quiet and patient! The agony was eating up my mind! I hugged my kids harder and pushed more gallons of milk myself into their thirsty bodies. Columns of steam now made the environment like a sauna, with their little bodies burning the same amount of calories a million elephants would burn in their whole lifetimes… every fucking second!

I kept my eyes firmly on my man, just waiting for the moment he would open himself up to me. “I love you.” I muttered. “I love you so much.”

My words were finally having an effect, and the big, beautiful bull very gently tried to turn his body to us. “I… I…” Five minutes. Ten minutes. His pain and sadness were almost as big as he was. Eventually, he found enough strength to tell me: “I don’t want them to seem like this.”

My babies left my tits. Milk splashed loudly in their faces. There were so many gallons of it that their muscular bodies dripped and oozed with fat, creamy milk. I laid them on top of my tits (now at half their maximum, turgid size) and stared at the back of my man. “Why?” He curled up again, as if to tell me that the answer was obvious. I took some more bold steps: “you’re so perfect.” He trembled. Tiny, painful whelps rumbled in his throat.

Me and my babies shared some looks. I laid my forehead on theirs, and in silence we communicated to one another our raw, pure emotions. Then, looking at our man again… “are you afraid because you’re sad? We love you when you’re sad. We love you in any case, because you are you.” He seemed to scoff. I gulped and smiled, radiating happiness upon his huge body. “Daddy’s down, and so what? We all need a down time. Recoup our energies.” I kissed my babies, whose eyes now stood firmly locked on their daddy. “We would like daddy to look at us, though. Daddy’s face…” I hiccupped. Tears rolled almost burning down my cheeks. The emotions were really that strong! “We miss daddy’s face so much!” I cried. My voice couldn’t help cracking this time. I sounded like a baby, and the pain was so sharp even my babies turned to comfort me. “D-daddy… I miss you, daddy. Daddy!”

The room shook as the massive man finally turned on his bed. Fuck! How easy it was to forget just how powerful that fucking beast was! His slightest turning on the bed, now filled with intent, was enough to make the entire room—maybe the entire fucking edifice!— tremble as if the planet (or the station; I couldn’t know for sure where we were) itself was a giant beast waking up from its long slumber. The monster completed its turn by laying part of his humongous back on the bed, with his face staring the wall and parts of the ceiling, but his beautiful blue eyes still avoiding us. “Are they… mine?”

I was a little puzzled. “They?” Me and the girls looked at each other. “You mean, your girls?” I giggled. “Of course they are, daddy!”

He turned some more. Yes, yes! Almost there! “Are they…?” His voice cracked. I could see his tears! “Are t-they baby girls?”

I stood up. I just couldn’t, oh, I couldn’t listen to his broken voice and his face like that and remain still. The movement, however, scared him like a frail kitten, and he turned his back to us so he could hide his face again. “Yes, baby.” I was crying again, drawing step after step, bringing myself towards him. “Yes, they’re two big baby girls.” My body swelled with pride. “Jasmine. Lioness. Meet daddy.” My babies leaned forward, almost as if to leap from my body. My man, however, shut himself harder, hiding his head between his enormous arms. “They’re a hundred pounds and eighty pounds, respectfully.” My muscles kept bulging as my pride, just like my physique, kept swelling. “All muscle.” I kissed their heads, which were as solid and heavy as pure iron. “Big, beautiful bulls I gave birth to!” I licked my fat, sensuous lips. “Your seed was like a hot cauldron of pure power. It fecundated me like a whole fertile valley!” I felt my womb wobble, with my eggs twitching with heat and excitement. “You gave me thirty-two kids.” His body trembled. “I’m ready for a second round, big daddy.”

Without a warning, my kids… “hey! No! Leave daddy alon-!” I covered my mouth, hoping for the best. “Oh, Jesus!” Without a warning, yes, my two girls jumped on daddy’s muscular body, making him jolt briefly, but powerfully enough to create shockwaves through the air. My body was pushed back a little by the immense power of his awakened muscles. Despite his depression, the stud hadn’t lost one gram of muscle. «Damn, girl, keep it together!» I felt my mind sizzling with the worst, most depraved of thoughts as my gaze bathed on every curve and every crevice of that amazing, inhuman body! «It’s precisely because of your thirst that he’s like this!»

Like huge chimpanzees of pure muscle and almost no fat or hair, my baby girls climbed to my man’s shoulders, where they patiently stood. It was clear that the male didn’t quite know what to do with them, but that no way in hell was he ever going to ruin that precious moment. Ever! “Baby…” He muttered, trying to both hide his face and look at his beautiful children. Jasmine, in all her power and overwhelming confidence, jumped on my man’s neck and gave it such a powerful hug you could hear the sound of the flesh being squeezed from the other size of the huge room. Then, with aggressive tenderness, she rubbed her whole face in my man’s huge cheeks, kissing and worshiping him, making me quite frankly a little jealous—which, I guess, is the nature of all females.

Then she did something that shocked us all: “dada.” Everybody frozen. I could not believe what had just happened… and was still happening! “Da… ddy.” She said, and said it again: “da-ddy.” She ground her face harder and harder on my man, giving him what could only be described as a deadly chokehold. “Daddy. Daddy sad.” She covered my man with kisses, sucking the tears of his face, and leaving him clearly in an aghast, catatonic state.

Lioness wasn’t one to accept second place without a fight, though: hugging my man’s huge arms, squeezing his muscles as if she found in them holy protection—and what woman, indeed, wouldn’t find protection on such a stud’s massive, muscular arms, with their glorious bulging biceps and rock-hard triceps? Oh…!—, kissing him and rubbing her nose on his skin, only to move her lips and enunciate her words of love: “love daddy. Daddy strong.”

I could clearly see that my man was unraveling, and that trying to fight back against the tears was making his head hurt and swell. He looked as if about to explode, the poor bull, and I approached his legs very carefully, trying to make as little sound possible with my massive size and the bending, crumbling floor. “No woman can resist your muscles.” I teased him, looking at my babies finding such great comfort in his endlessly-wide shoulders and broad pectorals. Our eyes met, and immediately I took a lot of his pain away. Despite all my efforts, though, it wasn’t enough. “Cry.” I told him, slowly sitting by his hips. The strong, metal divan bent under my buttocks, and those many sensations—my words, my babies, his pain and insecurities…—were briefly rendering him panicky and hyperventilating. “Cry!” I pointed to my own face, allowing a few tears to roam free. “Jesus Christ, my baby, you can cry. Cry, my husband.” I laid my hands on his humongous ass, squeezing it and massaging it, unable to resist the urge of literally biting it: I leaned down to his horse-sized ass and bit it, kissing it and licking it while also hearing the twitches of… his member!… so close!

My man—my husband!—finally allowed a few tears to flow, though they were few and still reluctant. To my babies, it mattered little: they immediately attacked his face and covered it with kisses, their massive, muscular bodies making a flesh sandwich on his face. Having left their body unprotected, I took my change and leaned over it, wanting to snuggle between his powerful arms and his unbelievably hard abs. My man seemed to hyperventilate at times, and at other times he seemed to grow at peace. Taking one baby with one hand, he inspected her, and the haughty newborn smiled so cockily as she was being gazed upon by such a wonderful male specimen.

“Heeey.” He said, his deep voice so fucking sweet! “Hey, baby girl.” Upon hearing those words… fuck, my pussy unloaded!

“Aahee!!” The trio looked at me as I blushed and panted a little. “Sorry. Don’t mind me.” I looked at him. “I just squirted a tiny bit.” My juices were dripping from the edges of the divan. That ‘tiny bit’ were probably a few gallons. My arousal didn’t ruin that beautiful moment, though; my man appeared even more relaxed upon feeling the warmth of my sexual fluids on his legs.

“H-hey… baby girl.” He brough the beautiful baby to his face and kissed her. Jasmine, by his side, was clearly dying with jealously, but she was mature enough to hold back her worst impulses. As if he sensed her turmoil instinctively too, however, my husband led his other hand to the back of her head and fondled her; my baby warrior immediately melted on his shoulders, with a kitten-like smile in her face and her eyes rolling back so hard they almost became all-white. “Hey, baby… baby girl.” He kissed my baby in the nose, then looked at me. “What’s… what’s her n…?”

“Lioness.”

I smiled. To see such a huge stud trembling… fuck!! My pussy was oozing like crazy!

“Lioness.”

“Most of our kids are still without name, you know.” I climbed a little higher on his massive legs. The arousal was irresistible. Fuck! I knew I shouldn’t, but at the same time I… couldn’t!… resist! The heat and hardness of that raw Alpha were a primordial force on my female loins. I wanted to submit! I wanted to cram my fingers in my pussy and stretch it out so he could pound my womb into my brains with his 60-inch telephone-pole of a massive, breeding cock! I wanted to be fucking ravished and utterly thrashed by that god male, yet still… daaamn!! I needed to get a hang of myself!

Mounting his leg like a horse, I squeezed my swollen pussy on his godly tights, and the juices squirting out of me soon made constant dripping noises, with gush after gush of hot, fat pussy nectar flowing down his tree-trunk legs.

Our eyes kissed, and our minds made furious love. “I didn’t want to name them without you. Still, these two…” I looked to my babies. “I took the liberty of naming them. You know, first dibs.” I winked. “They’re the biggest.”

“I can… feel that.” He scooped Jasmine with his other hand, now holding both sisters in from of his face. “And this one should be…?”

“Jasmine. She’s the strongest.” Lioness shook herself on my man’s hand. “Don’t be jealous, my baby cub. You know you gotta accept the obvious.” I looked at Jasmine, who was all smiles and arrogance. “Jasmine is a fucking goddess. She’s three weeks old and already weighs a hundred pounds.”

“Yes. Yes!” He was gaining light and color at every second. “I can see that. She’s got a strong, bulky body.” The way he looked at me, it was almost like a little kid in a candy store: “are all our kids like t-?”

“Yes. All of them. The runts of the litter are still above twenty pounds at this point.” My tits, which had now swelled back to about 80% of their maximum size, were squirting fat threads of milk every few seconds on my man’s body, painting him white with milk just as he painted my womb white with his powerful, breeding milk. “My tits helped them grow into the studs they are. They’ve got a lot more growing to do, through.” I shrugged my shoulders and pressed my elbows against my tits only slightly, yet the force was already enough to… “ooh!”

Milk! Milk gushing everywhere! Jasmine and Lioness didn’t except such audacity from me so soon, but as I said… my arousal was just too hard to contain! My pussy was fucking burning on that man’s skin! Short of humping him in front of my kids, I found elation on the gentle squeezing of my tits, which in turn responded with epic gushes of milk on his face and the backs of my kids. “Fuck!!” I whimpered, feeling beads of sweat forming on my face. The heat in my body was like a thousand suns. Sometimes, I felt like just… taking that man!!… and fucking myself with his dong! Having him cum his gallons of sweet, steamy nut again in my with all his ferociousness, sinking my hands on his massive balls and coaxing his semen myself. «Please! Please!!» My thirst was downright murderous!! «Get a fucking hold of yourself!!»

I released my tits, relaxed my shoulders, and then covered my mouth in shock. “Oh, god! Baby, I’m sorry…!”

“It’s okay.” He smiled. “It’s okay.”

A tremendous tension was formed between us four. My daughters looked at one another, smirking, probably knowing much more about the businesses between a man and a woman—a virile male and his fertile breeding female!—than even the most expert Casanova would back on Earth. My shortness of breath prevented my mind from being fully functional. After entering that room as the calm, reasonable partner, I now found myself struggling to not be completely and absolutely taken over by my wildest animalistic self! My gaze was crazed and vicious! I wanted to devour that man right then and there!!

“D-do you know…” I whispered, “h-how fucking painful it is…” I licked my lips. The world grew dimmer as I struggled to clear my dry throat, “h-how fucking hard it was… to go three weeks without your massive cock?!” I sucked my lower lip and bit it. “My gorgeous breeding stud?!”

My babies looked at my man, but my man kept looking at me. For a moment, even my horny pussy stopped drooling like mad, for I feared I had ruined all my patient game thanks to my stupid, oh, my stupid, raging arousal!

My man blinked very slowly, turning his eyes then to my babies. “Baby girl. Lioness.” He kissed her. “Baby girl. Jasmine.” He kissed her too. “Daddy and mommy… need a moment to talk.”

No more words were needed. Without a warning… “Hey!” I almost jumped out of the divan. “Wait!” My babies just leaped from my stud’s body and crawled their way out of the room. No, ‘crawling’ wasn’t exactly what they did; with their overdeveloped arms and massive, horse-like legs, they literally trotted on all fours to the room’s exist, like little fillies finally learning to walk. “Damn!” My jaw dropped as the two genius children stopped by the door and looked back at us with knowing smiles.

“Haff…” Jasmine struggled with the new words. “Havv… have…” Then, grasping the language, her eyes shone and her lips moved: “have fun.”

They left us, with the giant iron door sliding shut and sealing the room.

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