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[NSFW/+18!] The African College Futa – Part 6

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.”

Then she turned us around and pressed me against the door. *Craaack!!* The stone surface cracked. Several pebbles kicked and rolled on the ground. Not a fraction of a second passed as the goddess took over my mouth and unrolled her tongue inside of me. «Jesus…!!» The tears multiplied, all of my limbs shivered, then froze. The massive African literally breathed air inside or me, filling me up with her power and her scent while also punishing me with the complete unrolling of her tongue.

If I thought mine was massive and powerful, it still couldn’t compare with the absolute giganticness of her member! The thickest segment of my tongue was still narrower than her fucking tip, and as he tongue-fucked me I felt myself being throat-raped by at least three of the thickest dicks I’d ever sucked. In less than a second, that monster had reached my stomach, and her tongue just kept going, curling up inside my organ like a giant mass of meat or a hot, burning tumor, growing and growing until I filled up my stomach completely and proceeded to stretch it!

“Heather!!” Veronica screamed, fear and arousal splitting her body in two perfect halves. She could see my belly bulging as the African kept unrolling countless inches of her tongue within me. This unnatural sight filled her with tremendous arousal, the likes of which we only feel we standing before a sexual partner who’s equal parts sexy and deadly, and as she frigged her cunt with double speed and strength, she saw the layers of that tongue whirling inside my belly like a nest of snakes, the bulge in my stomach both huge and lively.

Trapped by her powerful arms, I squealed. I hated to admit that such domination, such utter and absolute subjugation of my very organism, was getting me hotter by the second. When I tried to headbutt her, she retracted her tongue from me, almost killing me with the vacuum this created. «God!!» I wanted to scream once I felt the last inch of her member leave me, but instead I could only gasp, then feel my insides coming out through my throat in a huge mass of vomit. “Gonna puke?” She tapped my back with her other hand, now holding me tight with both arms, but I resisted the urge and shut my mouth, swallowing back all the nasty content she had almost withdrew from me.

Our huge bodies stayed somewhat still, panting and quivering as I fought back the intense burning on my crotch. «No!» The pressure was growing and growing, like a balloon full of lubes ready to explode out of my cunt. Veronica was behind her, squirting many fat jets of nectar in the ponds of that mansion, and upon seeing her sorry state, I told myself I could be so weak.

Still, just as I was gaining back my energy, the monster woman held my chin up with her fingers and smiled. “I can kiss you all the way down to your anus.” She stuck her tongue out. Nine fat inches of members slivered past her full lips, and I lost both my breath and my color as I watched it rise and rise and rise, knowing there was still much more from where it came. “As a matter of fact,” she spoke rather perfectly, even with that monster tongue out, “I can pierce you from your mouth to your anus with my massive, monster tongue, and use its tip to fuck you friend’s pussy right there.” She gestured behind her, where Veronica was screaming her heart’s out. “Do you want that to happen?” Her grim…! What type of demon was she? “Do you want me to tongue-fuck your guts, huh?”

Taking the initiative, I attacked her mouth again, and this time her tongue fought back against mine, the slurps and wet sounds inside our mouth making the palace’s wall rumble, and our kisses popping and slapping in the only time I broke our kiss and screamed over her shoulder, looking angry at my friend: “Veronica, now!! Make yourself useful and attack this fucking bitch!!”

The goddess only raised her eyebrow and muttered “ooh!” in a curious, self-serving tone, like she was entertained by my call. To my surprise, through, Veronica wasn’t as useless as she looked like, standing on her feet almost immediately and running fast—thought also clumsily—to my help. “You fucking whore!!” Was her war cry. Poor little thing was still squirting her womb out as she ran. “I beat you!”

She jumped on the African’s back and took over her neck. Her tongue also amazed me by how long and powerful it was: she was licking the African like a snake, her drool spraying on our faces, the ounces of saliva flowing down our bodies as we kissed and licked and bit each other like three lionesses in heat.

The goddess raised her head and laughed, feeling us tear her clothes apart with our hungry hands and teeth. Pieces of cloth flew all around us as we devoured that beast, unprepared for what we were about to find underneath it. “Heather!!” Despite her initial burst of power, Veronica squealed and audibly squirted on the goddess’s legs. The African’s abs had been exposed, and their sheer size, power, and hardness struck my friend with instantaneous orgasms. “I c-can’t…!! She’s just…!!” Her legs rippled, trying to keep her body standing. “She’s too powerful!”

“You think I don’t know?!” I shouted, feeling those powerful abs rubbing against mine. “Bitch! I can feel them straight on my belly!” When I heard the African laughing, I kissed her harder, licking her like a bitch while slapping Veronica behind her. “Get a grip, woman! Devour this African bitch!”

Just as I said that, however… I screamed! A tremendous pressure grew around my waist, and I felt that my guts would be squeezed out through my mouth. “God!!” The giantess crushed me against the door, making the cracks on its stone grow while she whispered in my ear: “disrespect me, my continent, or my people one more time,” her grip was tightened, making my eyes see red, “and I will murder you.” She licked and bit my neck. “Do not test me, you cheap Yankee prostitute.” Her monstrous thighs were pressed against my crotch, spreading up my legs and making my cunt lips swell with juices. I yelped like a hurt animal, yet still I could contain my orgasms, holding back my squirts to the last… “You think you’re so strong because you’re holding back your squirts, don’t you?” At that moment, my heart sank. “Oh, you bitch.” Her tongue went all over my face, with her hands… those powerful hands as heavy and hard as sledgehammers… they squeezed and caressed all of my muscles, pinching me just hard enough to let me know that “if I want to, my inferior white whore, I can tear up your body with my fingers… like this!” She crushed the muscles on my waist, and I let go a long yelp, which she muffled with her mouth, filling my throat with the unfurling of her tongue. “Whore.” She said, having me gasp and shiver after she’d pulled her monster tongue. “You think you’re in control?” She stimulated my pelvis harder and harder, crushing my cunt with her knees. “The only reason you haven’t cum yet is because I didn’t let you too. Don’t you worry.” She licked me. “I know exactly where your power ends. I won’t have you squirting now. Let’s take our sweet, sweet time, baby, so I can crush your defenses one by one, reduce your souls to quivering messes first, before I properly ruin your bodies with the extreme power of my muscles!” Abruptly, she let me go and turned around, exposing her massive abs to Veronica, feeling her squirts splish and splash against her legs. “Kiss me, babies! Kiss me and undress me! I wanna feel your American tongues all over my body!” Her eyes glimmered. “Show me the true power of American women. Now!” She snapped, and automatically we obeyed her command, biting her, kissing her, tearing every piece of fabric from her body and… trying to resist…

“Jesus!!”

…trying to resist the sheer arousal that struck us upon seeing those gorgeous, light-brown muscles. Her body was massive in ways words can never even begin to describe! We both were big and hard, but she… she was hardness itself! When we compared out muscles to iron or stone, we knew it was a metaphor, a mere figure of speech, but in her case… “fuck!!” She was truly, perfectly, unironically solid! At the tip of our fingers, lips, tongues, and limbs, we truly were feeling a hot piece of titanium covered by only a thin layer of skin. At times, what we saw and what we felt became two different things in our minds, in a weird case of cognitive dissociation, for what we were seeing was fleshly, but what we were touching was the core of a mountain.

“Heather!!” Veronica squirted while kneeling and drooling all over her abs. The goddess was ripped! Insanely ripped! In her belly lied not a six or an eight, but a veritable ten-pack of bulging, throbbing abs! “Oh, fuck!!” My friend’s mouth, tongue, and hands were having a field day on those abs—the part she loved the most in any body (genitals aside). She pressed and rubbed her face against that labyrinth of muscles, feeling their size, their power, sometimes even placing her ears against it so she could hear their fibers contract and rumble. “Jesus fucking Christ!! Each of muscle of your abs is as big as the biceps of stud!”

The African laughed, raising her head and closing her eyes while she grabbed me by the air and guided my head to wherever she wanted me to lick in the moment. “I know! My body is perfect!” She said it so casually, so confidently, that we couldn’t help but to accept it too. “I am perfection incarnate, my bitches.” She wasn’t split between delight and arrogance; rather, she was experiencing them both fully and simultaneously, hence her calm speech amidst her laughs of joy: “lick me. Suck me. Your tongues disappoint me.” She manhandled us both even harder, treating us like mere extensions of her limbs. “Come on! Bathe me with your tongues! Spit on me, cover me with your squirts.” She grabbed Veronica by the hair and raised her with a single hand, having her cunt squirt all the way up to her bellybutton before facing her straight in the eyes. “Show me that you Americans aren’t as weak, meek, and genetically feeble as us Africans think you are!”

“Jesus!!” Before Veronica could even take back the control of her muscles, the African sank in her mouth her voracious tongue, doing to her throat what she had just done to mine, albeit in a much smaller scale.

I placed my hands on her massive breasts and tore up the last strands of clothing from her torso as my friend orgasmed beyond control. Her squirts flew down on the African thighs like two waterfalls, and they burst in mighty intervals, once every two seconds, along with screams inside the African’s mouth, which I heard while kissing her neck. “Stop that!” I took a bite on her, but it was like biting steel. “Don’t you see my friend is not as strong as me? Ooh!!!” I tried to hurt her in the boobs, but it was I who ended up burning in the cunt when I touched those massive, ungodly spheres of motherly power. “JESUS!!!” Her breasts felt both solid as rocks and bouncy, silky smooth as, well, breasts would feel. That bitch wasn’t just powerful, but loaded, with gallons of milk sloshing inside those vast containers. “Jesus Christ!!” Feeling all my nerves seized up by bursts of energy, I closed my eyes and tried hard not to squirt! I was always on the edge of a world-shattering orgasm without actually crossing the line; while my friend orgasmed her heart’s out as easily as hundreds of women at the mercy of expert stallions, I held my ground, yet knowing that, once I finally came… «Jesus!!»… my squirts would be so strong they’d be able to crack rocks or bend metal!

Those tits weren’t just huge, they were perfect! Their shape was perfectly proportional to her insane height and musculature; each tit was big as two basketballs, yet weighing about fifty pounds each. Like… what the fuck! Even as huge as they were, their weight was insane! They should have been at least five times bigger—true monstrosities attached to her chest!—to justify that inhuman weigh!

The goddess looked back at me while I kissed her. “Everything you can touch in my body is hard, baby. You know why that is?” She stretched, her muscles roaring like engines. “That’s because I’m dense! Literally dense: every fiber in my being, every liquid in my veins or my ducts, everything is hyper-concentrated to a degree mere humans cannot comprehend.” As to prove her point, she flexed her right arm besides my body, and with shock and terror I saw her biceps swell and tremble like the trunk of a huge tree being split in the middle. An army of thick veins covered her biceps, her blood running so fast and hot I could literally see the stream through the constant rumbling at the surface of said veins! “Try to lift me up!”

Kissing her back, feeling her hardness in my mouth, I gagged: “w-what?”

She fondled my hair with that huge, hyper-flexed arm. “I said lift me up. Come on!” She moved my arms around her waist, and once again I found myself near an orgasm when I felt her insane abs on my palms! “Lift me up with all your power! You’re the second strongest creature on Earth, so I know that, if there’s anyone who can do it, that person is you!”

“Oh!”

While Veronica was licking and worshipping her abs madly, and also trying to pull down her pants, I hugged that monstress hard and… lifted her! Or at least I tried to. “GOD!!!” My muscle fibers swelled, almost tearing through my skin, yet that goddess stayed firmly on the ground, not rising a single inch above it. “What’s the deal?” She mocked me. Her laughter! By the gods, how odious and arousing her laughter was! “Can’t lift a single a woman, o powerful Heather?” Her tone became all the more mocking the harder I tried to lift her: “mighty, muscular Heather, the Great Skank of America! I thought your muscles were made of a better material, judging by all the rumors I heard about you in school.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” I was spuming, thick steam coming through my nostrils, my shoulder and my back growing in width as I pulled—god!—and pulled and pulled and… “AAARHH!!!”

My muscles boomed like several explosions under my skin, and the floor cracked under my feet, with fissures growing to every direction, all the way to the farthest walls, in my maddening attempt to lift that goddess. Alas, all my power came to naught: she and the earth seemed one in the same. “Tsc, tsc. A pity. You do have a wonderful body, but I’m afraid your muscles fibers just can’t compare…” She raised an arm. She flexed it. Boom!! “To this!”

I breathed on her neck with great fury, yet also kissed and licked it with great passion. I was in love with her shape, her power, her firmness, her… everything. «My god!!» I felt over my hands the massiveness of her bosom. «What breasts! What powerful, full breasts!» Taking a deep breath, I shouted: “Veronica, help me! Grab her legs and lift up that cunt!”

Yet my weak-minded friend had other things going on: she had tried to tear up and pull down that monstress’s pants, with no avail, feeling like the cloth was glued to her skin, yet suddenly, while fumbling her crotch… “Veronica!!” She looked to me, her voice cracking, herself about to cry. “There’s a bulge here!” Her hands moved down to her knees… and then below it! “M-my god!!” She felt the thing, the monster, that limb snake throbbing, growing, filling up with blood, power, and s- “It’s her cock!! She’s really got a cock, Veronica, and it’s monstrous!!”

Her panicked voice was followed by the African’s portentous laughter. “I was wondering why you were taking so long to mention it! My dick is my greatest feature!” Turning her head around, making her neck widen and its arteries bulge, she looked at me, and the whole world seemed to grow darker around us. “My beautiful bimbos!” She closed in, seizing my lips with a kiss. “My weak little pussies! Why don’t you finish off my body so we can really start our fun?” She slapped Vanessa hard, dropping her on the ground, yet having her always crawl back on her knees, begging for more. “Can’t you even take my pants down and reveal the glorious monster I flaunt between my legs?”

“Aargh, Veronica, you useless cunt!!” With blood filling my eyes, I made my muscles swell. Hardness and power boomed in every inch on my body, and the cracks under my feet grew longer, wider, and deeper. The African was surprisingly quiet when I roared and squeezed her waist with my growing arms, arteries and vein bulging all over my skin, my entire body becoming a vascular monument of virility, fifty men and more brimming through my fibers, a female goddess in the making, so powerful I felt I kick Hercules’s ass and pummel Ares, the God of War itself!

Shockwaves burst from me, ruining the entire palace. A mighty roar erupted from my throat, and then many others followed. Our bodies sank on the ground while the cracks grew, my size and weight proving too much for even that stone to hold, and the African I was holding looked down to see herself being finally lifted up in the air—even if by just a petty inch. “Veeery good!” Waved her sinuous, penetrating voice. “Can you lift me any higher, Heather?” She turned around and pecked in the cheek. “Show me how powerful you are before I ruin you?”

“YOU…!! FUCKING…!!” My muscles roared. “BIIIIITCH!!!” Glasses and windows exploded all over the mansion as massive crater appeared around us, and I succeeded in lifting that monster woman not just an inch, nor two, nor three, but a full fucking foot from the ground. Every single fiber in my body seemed five times its original size, to a degree that even Veronica, once so entranced by the African’s might, moved back and awed at my beauty. “H-Heather… y-you… y-you are…!!”

That’s right, baby: my body, at that point, was taller than 7.5 feet, surpassing even the height of our African dominatrix, and probably matching her in weight too as its muscles ballooned to over 600 pounds in total. I was a bull of a woman! A pure machine of virility in the body of a giant lady, and the arrogant African seemed far too pleased by my growth: “good! You’re finally starting to arouse me!” She licked her lips and fondled my hair. Despite the pressure my arms created around her waist, she could breathe and speak fluently, not a crack in her voice or even a whimper of suffocation. “My delicious Yankee cunt! I will take special pleasure in ruining your body,” she kissed my cheek, “and breeding you like a stallion!”

I wanted to kill her! I wanted to destroy her! I wanted to crush her guts out and tear her apart limb by limb! I wanted to… fucking… win! However, the sheer difference in scale, the massive chasm between us, it was all becoming too apparent as my muscles cramped and my fibers, one by one, threatened to shatter like overstretched ropes. “AAAH!!!” Through my mouth came the most painful, ear-piercing scream I’d ever shouted, and through my eyes burst steamy tears of pain. I was hurting so fucking badly! My body acted without my consent: I dropped that woman off and felt her fall before me, the mere foot setting her apart from the ground feeling like miles. Then, there was the touchdown… BOOOOOOOOM!!! The African sank two whole feet on the ground, with cracks growing so long they reached even the ceiling, and if there was any piece of glass in that whole mansion intact after my massive muscle growth, well, now there wasn’t anymore: her impact on the ground made the crater swell to over ten feet white, with the shores of her decorative ponds along the walls being shattered and the waters now coursing free on the floor, like burst-up dams or overflown rivers.

Both I and Veronica were pushed away from her, my back hitting the stone door, nearly shattering it, and Veronica sliding a few feet away while cumming like a waterfountain through her cunt. “So…!! Much…!! Power!!!” Before she could continue singing that goddess praises, the goddess herself walked up to her and lifted her by the hair. “Veronica, heh?” She asked, sliding her fingers unceremoniously into her cunt.

My poor friend exploded!

“NO!! PLEASE!!!” Waves of electricity seized her body! Her muscles boomed and throbbed, then her limbs were wailing all around, screams of painful ecstasy being shouted while her tits lactated and her cunt gushed like a firehose. “NOOO!!!” I could feel the intensity of her orgasm like someone standing feeling the burn of a desert sun in every inch of the skin. “NAAAH!!!” The goddess didn’t even “finger” her; she just stuck the fingers in and out, ripping her panties away and taking great care to not touch anything else inside her. It was a mere bland penetration; an act so simple, so puerile, yet with results so utterly devastating it demonstrated just how far above us that African stood in terms of physicality and sexual potency.

“B-by god!!” I gulped, looking at her with a terrified expression. Whatever bravery or audacity I had was terminated by the simple in-and-out motion of her rigid fingers inside Veronica’s cunt: she moved them in, she penetrated her, and then…

Gushes!! Gushes and squirts and hoses of girl cum, all accompanied by the most exasperating screams any woman could ever shout. Veronica begged for mercy, yet her legs were spread even wider, repelled by some unseen force, her very muscles wanting to open her up to those fingers like a suicidal prey on a lion’s mouth. “AAAAHH!!!” Her tears! Her face! Her squirting cunt, her lactating tits, her shivering, swelling muscles… god! Those were orgasms I’d never seen before!

My knees trembled, my body wanting to fall and kneel to her. «Why do I even…?» Before hopelessness, though, could completely take over me, the African moved her fingers back and tossed Veronica away like a ragdoll, having her fall well over fifteen feet ahead, crashing on the ground like the wet mess of flesh and cum that she was. “Now,” she turned around, “you.” She grabbed my hair and I tried to resist, yet her strength was godly, and I was nothing but a mere human. In the blink of an eye, *vush!*, my 600-pound muscle Amazonian body was hurled in the air like a piece of plastic, and I fell over Veronica before she even had a chance to recover. *Boom!* When our two bodies collided, the ground beneath us cracked. My body pushed hers several feet away, and the cracks followed us until we stopped sliding and rolling on the ground.

As we recovered, we were dripping in girl-cum. “Jesus… Fuck!!” Every muscle in me was sore, and Veronica too felt the same.

“I-It’s like…!” She whimpered, curling in a fetal position on the ground. “Fuck!! I’m cramping!”

The effects of all our effort finally got to us. It was a delayed response, yet that didn’t make it any less painful. “Fuck!!” I bit my lips and raised my head, trying to get a hold on all the pain, but my muscles were swelling and bursting in several points of my body, like literal bombs were exploding under my skin, and for a moment, tearing up and crying in pain, I really felt that was my end, with all of my fibers about to explode in a bloody mess.

“You two are good ones.” Behind us, the giantess stepped forward. *Boom! Boom! Boom!* Every step carried an explosion with it, and the ground cracked beneath her feet. Goddess! It was only now that we realized that such monster woman was actually hiding all of her power, the slivers of which finally began to reveal themselves to us. Her jeans were tearing up and her muscles were swelling, her majestic physique booming easily to over seven feet and eight inches, her arms growing so swollen and hard it was a little uncanny that they were still able to move at all!

That monstrosity of a dark-skinned woman made her way to us with power and authority, savoring the moment before her banquet, her feast upon our bodies. “Not the best, but certainly good ones. The finest bodies this continent can offer, and easily better than even the mightiest warriors back there in Africa. Honestly, I’m being a little harsh with you two.” She stopped, and her smile grew more honest and friendly. “Out of all human beings on Earth, only my father and my mother are mightier than you.” She flexed her arms, but I think that wasn’t intentional. The two biceps just bulged, with the rest of her body following in waves of contractions and thickening of its veins. “Delicious Western whores! I’m way stronger than my mother, but my daddy, no matter how old he gets, is still the mightiest bull on the planet. It’s from his seed that I came, and it’s with my seed that I’ll make you cum!” She licked her engorging right biceps, wrapping her tongue around the entire muscle, revealing to us, so facetious, all the inches of her monstrous snake, with pints of saliva dripping on the ground.

“Veronica!” I managed to command without a studder. “On your feet!”

“H-Heather…!!”

I was so fucking tired of that weakling! I grabbed her by the air and slapped her so many times and so hard that little shockwaves made the dust swirl around us. Little pebbles on the ground were pushed away, and my friend was left in a dizzy, frenzied state when I stopped smacking her face and almost screamed right in her nose: “you fucking, pathetic blonde! What worth are you if I’m the one doing of all the job here?!”

“H-Heather…!”

When I saw her tearing up, I kissed her. Just like that, no doubt in my mind, just pulling her face to me and sliding my god-forsaken tongue deep into her throat, making all the pain disappear with that soul-sucking kiss. The first motions of my tongue inside her, as well as the suctions of my lips against her, cleared her mind from any fears and insecurities, and the following powerful movements, with my tongue reaching midway between her mouth and stomach, made her whimper and cum like a little bunny in coitus. She was so cute, yet so fucking arousing! Her squirts splashed against my thighs, building a puddle under our legs.

“You two are so cute together.” The giantess watched us with her hands on her hips, her muscles bulging even without her doing anything.

Sliding my tongue out of my friend, I looked her in the eyes and uttered: “I love you.” I kissed her. “I love as much as a woman can love another.” Her face was filled with kisses. Her lips spent little time dry or alone. “I love you ‘til the end of time, Veronica, and in no corner or the Earth I’ll find a woman as beautiful, as powerful, as determined, and headstrong as you.” I pulled her face closer, touching my forehead on hers. “However, you must not forget who we are.” My face brimmed with fury. “We’re Amazons! We’re strongwomen! We’re muscular Valkyries who extract orgasms from men like kids sucking lollipops, certified skanks who lay hundreds on a daily basis just to kill our boredom! When we’re serious, when we really fuck, damn!, we leave thousands in our wake, and there’s no college fraternity or army battalion, no Wall Street firm or porn studio with enough muscle studs to resist our two raging cunts!” I slid my fingers in her cunt, then my other hand on my own, and we both moaned as I struck us both with smaller, more controlled orgasms. “We’re fucking goddesses!! And she…!” I took my hand from her and pointed to the African bitch, my fingers dripping with her juices. “She’s a fucking usurper! A contender, a muscle wannabe! We cannot fall so easily to the influence of this damned foreigner, not when we have such reputation to maintain!”

I stood up. Despite our shameful humiliation in the hands of that African, I felt energized. Hopeful. I felt a coolness and calmness I hadn’t felt even while training hard for this day, and maybe that’s because, unwillingly or not, that African skank had awaken in us a monster long dormant.

I flexed my muscles and felt the power surge all over me. The ground cracked beneath me, and my body sank on it as the muscles just kept hardening and growing. Their size, already massive, didn’t increase nearly as much as their mass, turning denser than iron, each of my biceps easily heavier than the heaviest bowling ball. «Jesus fucking…!!» I almost came. «Damn!!» My panties and my bra were the last pieces of clothing remaining in me; they snapped like any over-stretched elastic would: *snap!!* Their pieces flew up to the ceiling, some of them even flying over a hundred feet and disappearing in the horizon, far beyond the shattered windows of the palace. My body was now free, my nakedness pure and perfect as a primordial human, and as I processed all that energy that still swelled inside me, making every muscle bulge and rumble like pieces of iron trembling very hard, I turned to the African whore, addressing both her and Veronica with my mighty words:

“We’re the strongest women in America. We’re the sole goddesses of this planet!” I flexed my muscles, and the ground sank under me me. “Our power has no match in the universe! So stand up, Veronica, and let’s show this goddamned cunt just what we are capable off!” As I turned to face that skank upfront, I breathed massive clouds of steam through my nose, and my feet ended up burned by their heat and intensity. “Urgh!!” My face was pure fury. My power… no one could deny it had endless potential for growth. “Let’s end this fucking bitch!!”

Making her monstrous shoulders, triceps, and biceps swell even more, the African clapped for us. First slowly, then faster, then so hard every clap was like a thunder, making the cracks everywhere thicker. “Very good! Oh, very good, my American girls. Oh, the speeches! It’s just like in the movies!” She laughed. “In this little game of ours, you already made me unleash half a per cent of my power, so I commend you for that.” Something seemed to seize her, however, as she looked down and grunted, like an invisible force has snatched her by every limb and restrained her, with her incredible muscles looking more impossibly ripped than they already were.

“Veronica.” I asked my friend, who was finally getting on her feet. “Do you see that?”

“Uh!” She muttered, staying just a few inches behind me for protection. “It’s her aura. It’s…” She gulped. “It’s growing around her! It’s like a literal force field around her muscles. Oh, god!”

Her muscles boomed and swooned, and massive shockwaves pushed our bodies a few inches back, creating further cracks on the ground. Just like we had experienced our cramps, the monstress seemed to be experiencing her own, though pleasure and power were the only things coursing through her muscles, not a drop of pain in sight. “You fucking cunts.” She grunted, steam coming liberally through her nostrils. “You have no idea…”

While our muscular contractions had always waved from our crotches to the rest of our bodies, hers now were the inverse: the rippling waves of her muscle fibers arose on her limbs and met in the crotch, where the insane bulge was growing and hardening, tearing through her jeans fiber by fiber. Those trousers were apparently made of an infinitely dense material, because even with all the pressure inside them they still refused to give in.

It was just a matter of time, however, until the truth was revealed: looking up again to us and smiling like the demoness she knew she was, the African had apparently come to terms with her own power, finally agreeing to let it all out.

“Behold… the penis of a goddess!” With louder thuds and growing earthquakes, her jeans snapped, unraveled, exploded, revealing inch after monstrous inch of the insane, bull-sized endowment they had concealed from us for so long.

Veronica and I gulped as the floor trembled around us and the cracks grew all over the sumptuous palace. Though the jeans of the African goddess had already begun to tear up, she wasn’t exerting any effort while looking at us with her hungry eyes. Then, after taking a short, casual breath… she flexed!

*Boom!!* I stepped back, trying to calm my heart down as all of the muscles of that incredible goddess swelled and her tits grew to inhumane proportions. Her height, already towering, increased even further as the veins multiplied just as much as her abs, sporting now a mindboggling 12-pack in her belly. The energy and pressure inside her vast musculature could be compared only to a nuclear powerplant, yet still her face was calm and soothing, like that was really no big deal for her, nothing but her morning beauty routine.

“H-Heather…!” Veronica sweated coldly, though her newfound confidence allowed her to stand tall—though shivering—by my side.

“Yeah, I see it.” I tried not to move away from the goddess, but the heat…! Shit! The heat from her body was like a sun being born right in front of us! Her veins turned out to be much more impressive than even her staggering muscles, for even at that distance, so many feet apart, we could see those vast ducts throbbing and bulging like hearts, pumping gallons of blood into the prized asset between her legs—and the monster, oh, could barely wait to break free from those earthly constraints. «Jesus fucking Christ!» I thought, gulping as I struggled to keep myself still, without shaking. «What are those jeans made off?!»

Little by little, one by one, with stretching and tearing noises echoing all over the mansion, pieces of her jeans either snapped away or fell on the floor, revealing inch after maddening inch of the anaconda beast they hid within. As hard as her muscles grew, though, it still looked it would take a hell-lotta time for the monster to be released; after all, there were so many inches to it!

Our eyes savored the slow, artful reveal of the beast. Our pussies were so swollen we looked like female animals in heat displaying our aroused, engorged sexes to a prospective male to breed us. Well, to be honest, reality wasn’t much different than that: she was a monster who was going to breed us time and time again (and time and time again once more), until we could no longer breath, until every orifice of our bodies was oozing with her virile seed, but at the time, well, we still didn’t know that—or rather, we outright refused to admit it.

I refused to admit it.

As time went on, though, my tough façade became increasingly difficult, nay, impossible to maintain: as the jeans unraveled, one massive testicle fell from them, dangling at about the midpoint between the goddess’s crotch and her knees. The height of that dangling test was all the more impressive considering its impossible size. “Fuck!!” I muttered, covering my mouth and looking at that ball swell.

“Fuck!!” Veronica followed me, now shaking from head to boots. “H-Heather! That thing… it is…!”

Yes, it was. It was the biggest, fattest, heaviest-looking testicle we’d ever had the honor to lay our eyes upon. An Ostrich egg could scarcely begin to compare to the monstrosity of that lively ball now throbbing between the goddess’s thighs. The beast was swelling with semen, throbbing and bulging at every second as gallons and more gallons of virile seed were pumped into her system. Soon, the tearing noises became ear-splitting, and the second ball fell down to make its sister company.

I can’t deny it: the sight of that masculine pair was the most arousing shit I’d seen in my life. The massive, multiple orgasms I was holding back since making out with that goddess now finally began to show their faces, slipping through my engorged labia like powerful, yet still contained squirts: *squish! Squish! Squiiish!* I yelped. I cried. A lonely tear fell down my cheek. I was hyperventilating, and one my one my limbs began to quiver—though not nearly to the (shameful) degree of my friend Veronica. «Holy fucking hell! Keep it together, Heather!» My arms were trembling much more than my legs, and in an instinctive reaction I glued then to the sides of my body, making my titanic breasts engorge and squirt a few strands of milk through their steel-hard nipples, which unfortunately added even more power to my barely-hidden orgasms. “Fuck!!” I let steam out through my nostrils, feeling my heart hurt and my sight blur as the shape and the size and the power of those testicles dangled so close, yet so far from me.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy fucking shit! I was expecting bull balls out of that woman, yes, but that was fucking ridiculous! «Impossible! This…!!» Despite all my rage, I licked my lips. «This is simply impossible! Oh!!» Those eggs were quite literally as big as ostrich ones. Okay, maybe a little smaller, but still so big I was sure both of my hands could hardly hold a single one—if even half of it! «Fuck!!» Seeing those engorged cum tanks struck me on a deep, personal level. Out of all things I loved in a man, the testicles were easily my favorite, supplanting even the cock itself. Sure, many men had donkey dicks to fall for, but without big, massive testicles to back them, pff!, was it even worth calling him a man at all?

As the giantess kept adding veins to her body and pounds to her muscles, our eyes silently met. Her grim told me everything: she could read my fucking mind. «I know you love big balls, my dear, that’s why I’m revealing my eggs first.» Her incredibly full, luscious lips moved forward, puckering maybe in a tiny, discreet kiss for me. «But I’m not going to give you the big, fat balls you’re used to with all your exes and past studs. No.» Her muscles roared and boomed even harder, with the ground cracking further beneath her feet. «I’m not going to give you big balls. I’m going to give you monster balls!» Her testicles swelled accordingly, adding buckets of thick, boiling seed into her system.

I almost came again. “Aah…!!” I lost my balance and almost fell over, but thankfully my legs readjusted so as to give me support. My sight was very blurry, like something in my brain was about to explode, but that massive pair of elephant balls always remained crystal clear, slowly dominating anything and everything in my mind and soul. «I can’t believe it!» My fingers… fuck!! They were desperate to venture inside my cunt and drill thousands upon thousands of orgasms from it! «I can’t believe it!» My eyes, so many tears! «I can’t believe I can actually hear the spunk soaring inside them!»

Indeed, that was the reason for my near madness: not the sight, not the power, but rather the sound of those massive balls. In a way, the sound mirrored its power: it was deep, groveling pump that followed every powerful throb of the balls, and then a slow, grave sizzling of the cum coursing inside her cuts. It was like very thick marmalade or, actually, magma running around those balls; a slow, heavy, gooey sound only a very heavy, hot, and abundant liquid can produce.

Sticking my tongue out, I panted like a dog. Veronica was completely entranced by those balls, even more so than I was, staring at those jewels like her mind had been totally gone. If those balls were the only thing we’d ever seen in our lives, fuck, we’d already have plenty of pornographic material to jerk off to, but that tasty sight was only the beginning of it, with the best still about to be revealed.

“I think that’s enough teasing for today, right?” The African spoke with a strange, rather friendly Welsh accent. “Time to give ya what you really came here for.” Then, closing her fists, raising her arms, and taking a deeper breath, then goddess flexed hard again, this time showing some kind of effort through her serious, compenetrated face, and her muscles tore through her jeans completely, making the cloth fly away to all directions, some strands even hitting—but not injuring—our own big, muscular bodies.

Then we saw… we felt… *CLAP!!!* The impact of that thing on her abs made the entire place shake! For every time that goddess moved, damn it, it seemed that an earthquake had just struck us. The reveal of that monster, however, was something else entirely: as her jean was torn apart, her penis rose in a split second, so hard and powerful that it could only stand perfectly upright in her body, hitting her abs with such force as to throw her back a little. When her feet touched the ground again… *BOOM!!* Veronica and I had to struggled so as not to fall, and the cracks—which by that time had grown to every corner and surface of the walls, floor, and ceiling all around us—grew deeper, wider, and more numerous with the impact. The goddess wasn’t even sweating—ha, ha! Not even close!—yet the power she displayed was a force of nature, easily superior to the total energy of any natural disaster known to man.

Then, there was that thing. Her cock. That fucking monster cock! “Oh, my god!!!” The thing… the beast… the fucking, outrageous monster… Jesus Christ, I’m cumming! Ooh!! Fuck, I’m sorry, it’s just that… oh, Jesus… fuck!!

*A few minutes later*

Okay, dear reader, sorry for that. This is the one and only time I will address you directly, ‘cause… goddamn! Fuck! Her monster cock, like, the mere memory of it… ah, fuck, here we go again! Aaah!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck…!!

*A few more minutes later*

I’m so, so sorry for that. If you could see my state, I bet you’d take pity on me. Mmph! I hate that. Sadly, that’s the only way to react when one remembers that monster phallus the impossible woman carried between her thighs. Her cock was so splendid, so massive that… fuck, I came again. Just squirts, you now, gushing all the time out of my cunt. I’ll need a literal mop to clean my fucking place. Shit! If carrying her five babies on my belly wasn’t already enough, having to clean up my mess every time after I’m reminded of her… oh, fuck. I think you understand it, right? Please, let’s go back to the story. I will try and, mm, *clears throat*, to be as professional a narrator as possible.

Her cock stood completely upright, forcing itself against her abs. Its swollen, throbbing helmet, puking precum at every second, rested between her titanic breasts, not exactly penetrating them, but forcing itself just a few inches into their valley. The precum gushed from the enormous urethra like a fountain of virile goo, covering the rest of the cock in an impossibly clean and shiny sheet of lubricants. When the drops hit the ground—fat, heavy pellets of lubricant—we could hear the grave thuds of the impact, as well as see a huge puddle of masculine essence growing between her feet.

Veronica fell on her knees besides me, but I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back up. “Resist, Vivi, resist!” My eyes, however, were just as frozen on that genital as hers were. I tried to turn my head around, but couldn’t. It was like a magnetic force pushing my face to that splendid cum dumper, no matter what direction I tried to turn it to.

“Curious to know how big it is?” The goddess rested her hands besides her cock, spreading her fingers wide to give us a sense of the insane scale of that sexual leviathan. “Everyone asks this. It’s the first question that comes out of their mouths. Most of the times, it’s the only question.” Her eyes. That evil glimmer! “They can’t say or do much else after I’m through with them.”

The beast throbbed in all its maddening length. Inches upon inches of thick, virile meat just throbbing with enough life as to scare away even an angry bull or domineering stallion. The cock and balls moved in tandem, the massive orbs swelling when the cock contracted, then shrinking as the cock burst into a prideful expansion. *Goorsh!* The ejection of precum, those virile and steamy eruptions, was sometimes strong enough to pierce her boobs and hit the African in the chin. “Ahee!” She whimpered, uncharacteristically delicate and lady-like, as the top of her breasts was covered by an inch-thick layer of transparent good.

She sank one hand into the virile pool, then lifted it up to show us the viscosity of her liquid. “My seed is delicious, you know.” She stuck out her tongue. “Sometimes I just… mm!” She began to suck and lap on that steamy broth. “Oh, goodness! This is what the Greeks would call ambrosia, I guess.” With her other hand, she oiled her muscles with the thick cream, all while the cock was producing more and more loads of it. She seemed to be in full control of that penis, as it began to produce noticeably larger and stronger loads of precum. Her balls pumped juice now twice as hard, their swelling making them both jump like springboards in her rigid sack.

Never breaking eye contact with us, she kept talking in between suctions: “my lubes are as sweet as honey, with taste of wild berries and a bit of oranges. Sometimes, you can taste an entire forest in my juice, and that’s no surprise, right, given how wild my member is.” She pointed down, and the balls throbbed much harder once I looked at them. “Aren’t you curious about my dick? Are Man-Women common in your land? Or, as you would call them: futas?”

Hell, if I wasn’t trying my damn hardest not to fall apart! My body still stood, though my limbs were all now shaking. I wouldn’t manage to get any better control of myself that day after that point. In fact, it’d be all downhill from there. “Y-your cock does not matter. Only how well you yield it!”

The goddess tilted her head, making a cynical, mocking face. She didn’t even try to laugh off my concern, so pathetic it sounded to her ears. “Please, Heather.” She raised her dripping hand to me. “If I snap these fingers, I’ll have you on your knees, almost squirting for me.” Her thumb trembled, and then my legs… they trembled too! “Can you drop the act just for a bit? I know you’ll have nothing else in your mind but my cock… forever! The least you could do is try to gather a little more information about it before, you know, it ruins every orifice of your body and leaves you leaking semen for a whole year.” She pressed her thumb against her middle finger, threatening to undo me. “Your friend Veronica, I see, is much more honest about her feelings.”

“She’s weak.”

“Maybe, but she’d be enjoying herself far too much for that to matter. It’s not weakness, you see, but the will to submit.” With her left hand, she stroked her pole. Fuck! The beast was so wide her enormous hand covered little above half its girth. “There is nothing more delicious for a muscle woman like her—like you!—to submit to a superior specimen.” Every muscle in her swelled and rumbled. “A perfect being. A goddess. The most physically, mentally, spiritually, sexually superior animal in all the planet.”

“Fuck. You arrogant…!”

“Arrogance?” Her muscle throbbed again. “Would you call it arrogance to state the obvious?” She threatened me with her fingers again. “With the snap of these, I’ll have you on the floor. With a single word, I will have you gushing gallons, so don’t come at me with this pretension of humility, you American cunt, with this insistence of saying you have the slightest chance against me.” Her ears spiked, like she could hear my heart throbbing harder or the hairs on my skin stiffening with arousal. “The things I will do to you… oh, god! You will wish you’d never been laid by any other man or woman on Earth, for once my powerful semen fills your wombs, oh!, then you will know what true blessing really is. To be bred by a goddess! To carry the load of a perfect human, to be the bearers of humanity’s evolution!” Her cock gushed the biggest load of precum yet, bathing her face and drenching her hair, yet prompting no change in her confidence, glistening smile. “So, little one… do you understand, now, the difference between us, or do you still want to pretend you can hold a candle next to me?” Her posture relaxed just a bit. “It’s fine by me, you know, whatever way. The longer you hold on to your pride, though, the quicker you will fall.” She pointed to my right, to Veronica, whom I was still holding, the poor woman being speechless and utterly demoralized. “I will fuck her first. Veronica!”

She stood up, her whole being reenergized, looking at the African with a stupid smile in her face. “M-my q-queen?”

The African laughed, her booming jester making the palace rumble. “Yes, my beautiful American acolyte, I will fuck you hard and good to warmup my cock. I will use you to show your arrogant friend how submission is much better for your pleasure and your endurance. Your friend, so tall and muscular, thinks that by resisting me she will somehow outlast me?” She shook her head emphatically and dramatically. “Oh, please! She’ll be unconscious in thirty minutes if she keeps up this stupid behavior.”

“Aarh, fine!” I sneered. “How big is this cock, anyway?”

“Are you attracted by it?”

“Yes.” I blurted out, and my body suddenly… got calm. Peaceful. Cooler. The trembling stopped and the arousal… it got a little more under control, though I still could feel the immense pressure built between my legs. “Fuck. Fucking shit.” I blinked slow and hard. Damn it. I felt tears pressing against the back of my eyes, the urge of kneeling before her and offering my wet cunt for her taking being all-encompassing and nigh-irresistible. “I am… incredibly attracted by that filthy cock.” I bit my lips. “In fact, I’d do… anything… for it. Anything.” My lips were drooling, and my mouth moved by itself. “It’s the biggest, most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. I just… I have no words for its greatness. You have a cock superior to any stallion or bull on Earth, and I don’t doubt that those two balls of yours pack enough semen to back up its supreme length and girth.”

“Oh, honey, it packs way more semen than that, I can assure you.” She flexed her chest, making her breasts jump and stimulate the bowling-ball-sized head lodged between them. “I can cum a small sample of a few gallons right here, right now, just so you can see what real semen looks like.”

“No. N-not yet.” I clutched my fists. “First, tell us: who the fuck are you?! How the fuck are you even possible?! And…” I licked my lips. “Fucking hell! How big is that monster dick of yours, anyway?”

Adopting a more casual posture, the goddess let her cock rest. The beats throbbed less strongly and frequently while she spoke: “well, let me see… quick answers first: my cock is twenty-five inches like this, fully aroused, but it can grow yet even bigger if I’m really serious at fucking.” Her eyes, once again, that demonic gleam to them! “I don’t believe you can yet take it, but I know you’re the only ones in this continent with the potential to. It’s going to be a bliss training your bodies to take on my full-blown hardness, which can easily surpass thirty inches when I’m over eight feet tall.” I gulped. “I know what you’re thinking.” She said, and a cold feeling crawled over my spine. “I know what you’re feeling too: this cold in our spine.”

The lips in my pussy hardened. A small orgasm struck me. I moaned: “ooh!” She smirked in approval, loving to see me react just as she intended too. “Good girl. Why don’t you cum for me again, nice and hot?”

“Fuck!” Before I even tried to resist… god! Another orgasm! My labia trembled and shivered like a rattlesnake’s tail, and the squirt was only barely held back by my force of will. My knees hit each other, my legs almost giving in, and all my strength and self-control had a real toll as I stood with a frozen, horrified expression, feeling all the breath having been sucked away from me in an instant.

By my side, *boom!*, Veronica fell on her knees and began to frig herself. Fingers on the pussy, gushes galore: *splash! Splash! Splash!* Her cunt was a hose of squirts on the ground, so hard and pressurized I guess they would tear a skin open. “V-Veronica, you c-”

“Be quiet, Heather.” The African commanded, and then turned to “Veronica, my love, I command you to stop cumming.”

“B-but, m-my queen…!!”

Her eyes turned leonine, truly fiery and beast-like. “Now.” Just like that, like magic, Veronica’s pussy was sealed, and she panted loudly, as if experiencing an indescribable elation. Further finger snaps were heard, with the African now commanding: “rise up, my beautiful blonde. I have great plans for your body, and I don’t want it worn out before I get to plow it with my cock.”

“God!” She whimpered, and obediently (if shakily) stood up. “Y-yes, my queen!”

Her mind was completely gone. Mmph! So much for a help in that sexual fight. «Guess I’ll have to take down this bitch all by mys-»

“If you’re still deluding yourself, dear Heather, about your ability to take me down alone, well, I do admire your persistence, even if it is a foolish one.” She smiled. “I guess it’s an American trait, isn’t it, the perseverance and hope even against impossible odds?” She casually, even effortlessly flexed her muscles, and her body boomed with the power of a race car, growing in size and cracking the ground around her. She was so fucking beautiful, yet massive as a mountain! “I know, I know. Isn’t my form perfect?” She moved her hands along her curvaceous silhouette. “My form is so feminine, like a supermodel, but my muscles are of iron, my body twice as massive as the world’s biggest bodybuilder, and my weight at least twelve times that!”

“Y-you’re…?” I tried to ask, but the dryness in my throat, as well as the snapping of her fingers, shut me up like a…

“Good little puppy.” Her smirk. Goddamn, that smile! Her confidence was just “endless, I know. I am a goddess. Not a metaphorical one, but a literal one.” She flexed her right biceps, making that monster muscle swell like a whole world in and off itself. “Look at it, my baby, and despair. Can you see the fibers rippling? The blood coursing inside the many veins? Let me get it even more ripped, if these things are not yet obvious to you.” After a delicate, sensual breath, she made the biceps swell a little more, yet get insanely more ripped, with the veins swelling and throbbing to the dozens, and the fibers being so obvious I could count the sets of dozens for every inch of girth in her arm. “That’s more like it. My arm, right now, has the mass of a whole, muscular man, and the strength to… well.” She looked to a wall on her right. “Instead of telling, why don’t I show it?”

She walked to the wall. Cracks were formed on the ground as she stepped. Her muscles rippled, her legs swelled, and her massive ass hypnotized me with its almost inconceivable shape and hardness—nothing short of the world’s most perfect ass!

Once getting in reach of the wall, she punched it. *CRASH!!* We almost fell over as the room trembled and the wall was shattered around her fist, dust rising everywhere, pebbles kicking on the ground, a real mess forming until it all settled and revealed to us a four-feet-wide hole on the wall.

Our jaws were dropped. It’s not that we doubted she had the strength to do that—oh, come on! After all that has happened, how could we? What was scary was the ease in her action! Like… come fucking on! She didn’t even blink while punching the thing! She didn’t pull her arm too far back nor even panted as her fist landed on the stone! She just… flicked it, almost! A simple laying of her fists on the stone, and then *bam!*, hole on the wall!

She turned to me, shaking her fists, seeing the dust and the rubble as nothing but a nuisance. “Damn, I don’t like getting this dirty before fucking your brains out. Anyway, I guess you’ve seen it, right?” She pointed down, to the ground. “I would like to tear up a meteor crater on this floor, destroy this entire fucking mansion with a punch, but I guess this little demonstration is enough for now.” Without realizing, again, totally unconscious, she made her muscles swell, her height increase, and the arteries inflate and multiply all over her envious musculature. “Oh, god, I wish I could take you to the great highlands of Africa, where the surface is hard and the space is free and empty. I fuck craters out of mountains with the bodies of my lovers.” She winked. “Very hard to find people who can survive me. With you two, we’re going to wreck so many mountains!” I gulped. My body was much cooler and controlled, as if the intimacy between as both… “You’re wondering how all of this can be possible, right?”

I stepped back. “How do you read my mind?”

“I told you.” She pointed to herself, her biceps swelling beautifully, her abs multiplying to over a dozen. “I’m a goddess.”

“Impossible.”

“Only if you compare me to your Western gods, like that pussy Christian one, but I’m not interested in these Eunuch, virgin gods of yours, with all their talk of chastity and what-not.” Clicking her tongue, she gave her lips on good, long licking and sucking. “Think of me more of a Greek demigoddess: I’m the daughter of superior beings, carrying superior blood, superior genes on my body.” Her muscles swelled in sequence, one growing and hardening after the other in a rippling wave of power across her. “To compare me to a normal human is to compare said human to a bird: all I need to crush one…” She raised her arm, “is a strong grip!

Upon saying that, she clutched her fist, and the whole place just went… *boom!* A literal shockwave emanated from her fist. My pussy hardened and clutched apparently just as hard, with my juices piling inside of me, like a balloon ready to burst. «Daaaamn!» Whenever I wiggled my hips, I literally felt my juices of arousal shaking inside of me, drowning even my womb.

She continued. “I’m the result of millennia of breeding between the most perfect beings on Earth. Unlike all other humans, who became weak as they abandoned the wild, my clan—my family!—made sure to preserve all the muscles and the power that linked us to the stronger primate, and then to perfect it.” She flexed beautifully and hard, taking pleasure on every delicate, elaborate pose she assumed. “Hundreds of thousands of years ago, when my forefathers foresaw the sad, pathetic fate the rest of humanity was choosing, they made the conscious choice to only mate with the strongest, smartest, most beautiful creatures on Earth, even if that meant the greater risk of never meeting your partners and leading your bloodline to extinction.” She flexed again, smiling as she felt her buttocks rise and harden like boulders, and her legs swell like veritable tree trunks. “Glad they never ran out of pussy to breed, nor cocks to milk. Even back then, when we were at our weakest, a single of my forefathers could still defeat twenty hyper-muscular, hyper-hung warriors in battle, and then take their wives with all the energy left and breed them for days on end. Those were the weakest ones, of course.” Flexing and showing me her marvelous back, which was a Roman mural on to itself, she threw me a wry, lustful look. “Today, we’re as close as ever to perfection. To muscular deityhood!”

She moaned. The power for a moment felt too great for even her to hold back: her muscles hardened so fast and so powerfully they boomed like drums, and a literal crater formed under her body, making her sink a few feet before she could control her body. Like, she literally shooshed it into obedience: “shh, shh, my muscles. You’ll get your change to feed.” Then she looked at me, walking out of the crater and standing on a mighty pose. “I know you wish to defeat me, but there’s no purity in your blood to allow that. To you, defeating me is as impossible as a weak man beating a pride of lions all by himself. You’re defeated before you even started, though that doesn’t mean you’re weak or undesirable. Quite the opposite.” She stretched her arms forward and crackled her fingers. Again, her beautiful muscles swelled all over those outrageously thick limbs. “Inbreeding is not too common in my family, at least not on a kinship any closer to second-degree cousins.” Her eyes glimmered. “I’ve already fucked all of my female cousins, with whom I bred over twelve strong successor for my bloodline, but the hunt for perfect bodies and perfect blood never ends. I know, instinctively…”

“Wait.”

She raised her head, looking so high and mighty to me. “Is there anything you want to say… insect?”

 “H-how…” My throat was so fucking dry. “H-how did you breed… so many offspring… if you’re just eighteen…?” Right in the middle of my question, I stopped asking it. Of course! I realized very soon that, for a superior being like her…

“Indeed, my beautiful Heather.” She gave one step closer. *Crack!* The floor sank under her feet. “You realize it already, don’t you? A woman like me… so powerful…” She flexed her muscles, taking incredible joy from every slightest gesture, “so brimming with strength… perfect in every way…” Her muscles danced, they swelled, beauty incarnate, a testament to utmost potential of all living beings. “A woman like me would never be chained by petty morals or human beliefs, right? There’s no law that can hold me back, no moral that can contain my fire. I am the law. I am the moral. The moral of the absolute perfection.” She flexed her abs, and each muscle boomed with power. She was a living sculpture, both fleshly and untouchable. “I fucked my first harem of men at the age of eleven. My fire was too great back then for even my tutors to contain it. If you’re worried about a ‘little, helpless child getting banged and abused,’ oh, please, don’t be: first, it was I, naturally, who did all the banging—day in, day out, several times consecutively, until all the eighteen guys I banged were fallen immobile on the ground, shaking and shivering under the countless orgasms I’d given them. They were the mightiest warriors of my palace, beasts as tall as seven feet, muscle studs no lighter than three hundred pounds each, and by the age of eleven I took them all ruthlessly, mercilessly, cumming inside them what would today, sure, be nothing but a trickle. Still, it was enough to fill their asses and their bellies, as well as their mouths and their nostrils, with whale-like amounts of seed.” Another step. *Crack* The ground just couldn’t stand her superior weight. Her smile was delirious, savoring our bodies before laying a hand on them. “Also, I was no child. Yes, I was eleven years old, but my body was about, mm, sixty per cent of yours. I was six-feet tall and weighed over two hundred pounds, with a six-pack and massive breasts and butt to boot.” She flexed her buttocks, and shockwaves literally made cracks on the walls behind her. “My dick was small. No more than ten inches flaccid, fifteen inches hard back them, but it was still enough dick to have those studs screaming on pain, pleasure, and agony, and stretch their anuses so wide that you could stick a fist inside them without even touching their flesh.” She laughed maniacally, her muscles throbbing at every breath she took. Her breasts…! Damn, how they swelled! They inflated and hardened like muscles, with threads of milk being spilt from their steel-hard nipples. Once she looked at us again, oh!, our pussies squished, out juices almost burned us. “Back then, my balls were so little! They were like oranges, not these potent bowling balls I carry between me legs.” She held one of the massive testicles, and you could really hear her fingers sinking into the cream inside it as she lifted it out. “Mm, delicious! I’m so full of spunk!” She looked at us. “Back then, I could only fill a bathtub with my seed. Really, I started growing a dick by the age of six, which was also when I started nutting. Even by our standards, oh, a woman shouldn’t start fucking so young, yet the consequence of these antiquated rules was that I masturbated like crazy, gushing cream all over the walls and the ceiling, already feeling so potent and mighty by the power of my seed. My first nut was enough to fill the biggest bottle of Coke you have. One year later, I was cumming literal buckets for every jerk off. Even my parents were astounded by my precociousness: by the age of ten, I filled my first full bathtub with semen. By the age of thirteen, my first swimming pool.” Rippling waves of muscular power sprawled over her body. “I sure used all the seed in my stock to breed those beautiful males, and after that no power in my kingdom opposed to me fucking indiscriminately, sleeping with whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted.” Her smile… could it grow any larger? “I already had five hundred kids before I turned sixteen. My cousins and my lovers, all the largest and most beautiful specimens I could get my cock into, they turned into breeding stocks for my raging seed, giving birth to as many children as their mighty bodies could withstand.” Again, another step. An earthquake. The whole world shuttered under her presence. “I gave them twins, tripplets, and quadruplets every time. There’s no way a seed as powerful as mine can breed just one kid per womb” She grabbed both balls with her hands, and then she took a deep breath, rolling her eyes, being struck with the ecstatic realization of her sexual supremacy. “Damn, am I hot! My cock is almost leaking! Look at it!” We did, and from the enormous opening of its urethra we saw… *sblorsh!* The heaviest, thickest droplet of cum splash on the ground. “Fuck! I’m just so loaded! Haven’t been fucking for more than twelve hours. After so much time, I’m shooting gallons like a teenage girl first discovering dick. Absolutely pathetic.” Still, she managed to hold back all the semen, making us suck and smack our lips as we could literally see the bulge of her penis decreasing as the jizz made its way back into her balls, which grew just a little bigger and rumbled like two powerful cruise engines. “Fuck!” Steam came out of her mouth. “When a woman is just too perfect, the masculine power in her veins transforms her body. Some scientists in my land really theorize that’s the reason why hermaphrodites exist: the body must accommodate its masculine power! It’s inevitable!” Flexing her arms, she watched the veins inflate all over. “The intense muscular power bursts through our vaginas, for our bodies are not meant to only be impregnated, but also to impregnate. We’re transformed into living missiles of cum. Living, breathing sex machines with the sole purpose of inseminating and fecundating every fertile creature of Earth, regardless of its sex. Indeed, I can’t see a gushy hole without thinking of ramming my cock into it. Trying to hold back my bestiality is a real struggle, you see. Thankfully, most horses and bulls, even elephants run away from me in fear, for they know they can’t take a cock like mine.” She chuckled. How deep and masculine were her sounds, almost like grows of a beast locked up inside her breast. “Men will do, of course. Women are great, but finding one that can resist my cock is a challenge. Even when I breed them, their uteruses are usually burned to a crisp by the heat and power of my seed. There are many abortions, unfortunately, as well as many women who die during their pregnancies, for their sad, little bodies aren’t fit for carrying my superior genes and my superhuman offspring.” A brief sadness exuded from her. “With the power of my cock and the never-ending luster of my muscles, I unloaded my jizz in over two million wombs and asses, successfully breeding about two hundred thousand of those wombs. By that I mean, those were the women who actually had my children and survived to tell the tale. All in all, I have about eight hundred thousand kids on Earth, ten thousand of which are on a level comparable to mine—the only real, true successors to my perfect bloodline.” She licked her lips. “I don’t like thinking about the scores of women I killed just by breeding them. Sadly, it can’t be helped: my jizz is more powerful than about ninety-nine dot nine percent of mankind, and those who cannot take it, but still desire it are probably going to meet a grizzly end. That’s why I fuck so many men: most of them can’t get pregnant, and they’re way more muscular, way more, well, manly than the girls, so they usually resist the challenge better.”

“Most of th-?”

She raised her finger to her lips. “Shh. Shhh! Quiet, my whore. I’m just about to finish.” She turned her back to us and flexed. The dripping of our pussies turned into a near water tap on the ground. We were panting, gasping, crossing our legs like we were about to piss ourselves, and the heart inside our pelvises was so intense it really made as aware of the presence of our wombs—like, we could literally feel the wombs inside of us, and sense every inch of their surface, all of their shape like we were running our fingers over them. «Jesus…!!» I thought, cumming in my mind. «Christ!»

She chuckled. “Don’t be afraid. Your wombs are producing extra eggs for fertilizing.” She moved one arm to her back and lifted one leg backwards, grabbing it by the ankle and pulling it up, literally stretching like a player before the game. Her muscles cracked like falling trees as they were stretched, tensed, and hardened, the overwhelming intensity in every fiber making us sweat and our hearts pound. “That’s what happens to every creature that lays its eyes on me. It is customary in my kingdom, you now, to get people like us in the presence of couples, even animals who are not very fertile, and after a few hours their fertility levels surpass those of rabbits. One couple, for instance… I remember this one well, for it was the first time I did it! I was only nine years old when the priests led me to their house, and this old couple, both well over forty, had spent an entire life without breeding a single year. No worries: one good look at me and, one year later, the woman had triplets. Not only that, but she kept breeding kids until sadly passing away during childbirth. Not that her bloodline was in any trouble, mind you: she had about twenty kids before kicking the bucket. Her husband, though, is still alive and breeding like crazy: reports say that she’s got his own harem now, which he overbreeds with powerful, healthy offspring, well over sixty kids by this point. Killed a few women himself, that greedy bastard, for even his gonads were kicked into overdrive after simply laying an eye on me. All they needed was just thirty seconds next to me.” She stretched her other leg, her thigh growing to reality-defying proportions. “Thirty seconds, nothing more, and they became two of the most fertile being on Earth after my family. This, indeed, is one of the many royal responsibilities: to ensure the fertility of the general population, even if that means having to spend some time among the commoners—which is a crazy debasing task for a perfect creature like me, you have to understand.” She sighed, standing upright again, flexing her shoulders quickly. “The things us royals do for your subjects!” She turned again to face us. “Of course, perfection has a cost—sometimes, too great a cost, in my opinion.” At every word, at every motion, she flexed her muscles, making a symphony of muscular might with her body. “How often do you two cum with each other?” She smiled. “Oh, I can see it’s a lot, as you seem to vibe so well with one another.”

We both looked at each other and gulped, wondering about what she was planning. “Of course we… we do.” I gulped, finding it increasingly harder to stare at that woman. Was she growing taller? She seemed to be, and the cracks on the ground left no doubt that her muscles were definitely getting heavier and denser.

With a flex of her thighs, she assaulted her palace with more virile shockwaves. “You two are potent mares. Your muscles are extremely beautiful and well-cultivated.” Keeping a good distance from us, she walked in a long circle, inspecting us like cattle. “Beautiful asses, ripped and massive thighs, gorgeous legs, and biceps build like tree trunks. Oh, your form is wonderful, and I don’t doubt you use it to crush many inferior cunts and cocks, don’t you?” She moved her hand along her powerful abs, which were so ripped they looked like a labyrinth of muscles in her belly. The gesture brought her incredible pleasure, as shown through her deeper gasps and frequent grunts, slowly building up to what sounded to be very low-key moans. “Oh, baby! Isn’t it hard? To have such massive, powerful bodies, yet barely be able to ever use them to their fullest? I know it, for I never went there.” She admired the hugeness of her biceps. They were so massive that, along with her incredible breasts, it was hard for her to move her arms lower than a forty-degree angle compared to the rest of her body. “Not with a living person, I mean. Of course I’ve unleashed my full power already, otherwise I wouldn’t be alive—my massive body exploded with the years of pent-up energy, absolutely desperate for the lack of a proper release! Oh, babies, I unleashed my full power, indeed, but not on human beings or animals, which would have all been that at only 40% of me, but on whole mountains and canyons, which I reshaped with my powerful thrusts, crushed with my mighty arms, cracked with my gorgeous… oh!… squirts!”

A very strange sensation struck us. We were simply not used to seeing that woman—always so dominant and supreme—experiencing pleasure like a submissive female, moaning and crossing her legs due to her incredible excitement, which she was doing now. Seeing her eyes rolling and her lips be bitten sure was an interesting sight, yet one which, like everything she did, was charged with a lot of hidden dangers behind it. “Where are you getting at?”

Her smile both warmed us and seized our bodies again. She kept stalking us, cracking the ground with her slow, predatorial walk. “Oh, hasty, aren’t you? Don’t you worry, my babies. Momma Africa will have a lot of milk to feed you hungry pussies.” She giggled, and then she was dead serious again. “What I mean by that is that only powerful people can give pleasure to a woman. Orgasms are born through power—the power of dominance, of physical and psychological strength, if not superiority! This is much truer for us women, who have a special fondness for submission and passivity! We love being dominated, and the sight of a powerful partner makes our cunts wet and our wombs hungry! I can’t speak for you, but I can for me: I love power, and I would love to cum under a powerful dick, but… look at me!” The ground cracked again, as if her aura became something physical, a true force of nature to be reckoned with. “Look! At! Me!” She flexed her muscles, and the shockwaves assailed our bodies. Veronica came. I was on the edge. “I am perfection incarnate! Who the fuck can outfuck me?” She flexed her biceps, which grew and grew and grew and… “Look at my fucking size, my fucking dick, my fucking everything! I’m the pinnacle of human sexuality! No other being can even come close to me! Even my parents, which are capable of outfucking an army of stallions and succubi, tremble before me, openly admitting that ‘never, oh, daughter, in all of our fucking have we ever seen a person half as powerful as you, or even a tenth as virile.” She looked down to her dick, which now was spewing fuckloads of precum in the middle of her tits. She opened her mouth and shot those viscous juices into it, and upon contact with her tongue, oh, we saw the steam rise with a frying sound, as if the heat in her body was just too oppressive.

“H-Heather…!” Veronica cried beside me again. If I wasn’t so entranced by that perfect being before me, I would have rolled my eyes as I answered: “yeah?”

She pointed to the goddess: “I’m feeling my skin burn. Aren’t you?”

Indeed I was. «This fucking… flawless bitch!» Her sexual greatness was so extreme her body was radiating energy like a nuclear power plant, making us very uncomfortable, even hurting whenever she got just one inch closer.

She knew it very well, for we could see it all in her confident, downright-unbearable gaze: “who can ever bring pleasure to me? I tell you: nobody. Nobody! You probably have encountered this problem very often in your lives, where you’re so superior to your partner that you can rarely get off with them. The strongest men are just too weak, and the regular man… oh!” She laughed. “What a fucking joke! If they can just hold off their cum when looking at us, that’s already a major achievement. Lasting over thirty seconds under our bodies is an impossibility, and only a sliver of humanity—made of by the most powerful studs and fertile women—can truly get close to bringing us joy… and ecstasy.” She bit her lower lip, assaulting us with her heat as she drew another step closer. “That’s why you two love each other, don’t you? You two massive, tall, over-muscular American Amazons, with your big butts and your massive tits, your sculptural abs and your powerful legs, your all-in-all tireless energy, getting off exclusively on each other’s marvelous cunts, squirting gallons into each other’s mouths, fecundating each other like only you two powerful creatures can.”

My knees hit one another again, yet my face grew more resolute, my teeth gritted with anger: “what does this have to do with anything?”

The goddess spread out her arms, assaulting us… oh! Fuck!! What a woman! Her form…! Her muscles were more massive and visible than ever! Fuck, what a monument she was! In that revealing, unashamed position, she exposed to us every perfect inch of her godly form. “Everything, my Yankees! It has everything to do with us, for only strong women can get other strong women off… this is why I like you.” She sucked her lower lip. “This is why I have great hopes for you!” With a single hand, she touched her left boob, and it squirted a jet of milk so powerful steam was left on its trail. The thick, semen-like milk splashed near our feet, sprinkling on our bodies.

Veronica couldn’t bear that extra attack of fertility: she came, and her juices further wettened my already so sweaty, steamy body. Truth be told, my cunt was like a partially open tap: the dripping had grown so much it was more like a continuous drool of thick lube on the ground. A huge puddle had formed under out pairs of legs, hers much bigger, of course, than mine—but not for too long, as I soon would (sadly) find out.

“You…”

The queen raised her finger to her lips again. “I don’t want you to envy, for my perfection really is a curse if my intent was to ever give myself pleasure. I cannot experience pleasure, my darlings—not with another human beings.” Her fingers travelled near her cunt, which was glistening with its first sights of moisture. She sucked her lips and bit them. She was no longer only getting hard; she was finally getting herself aroused! “The heat! The power! Oh, nobody can give me any of this. Only I… I!… can make myself cum. Like this…”

To our surprise, she raised her arms, standing on a T-pose, yet her cunt dripped with impossibly thick juices as she drew a deeper-than-usual breath and… flexed!

It wasn’t an apocalyptic, stone-cracking flex, like most of her flexes were, but a very contained, precise hardening of her thighs. We stood in awe as we watched her inner thighs harden and rumble around her pussy, crushing its engorged, dripping labia, and vibrating on it like two giant machines. Then… came her first orgasm.

“ROOAAARR!!!” The woman wasn’t joking: when she came, she came like a fucking thunderstorm: a fist-sized jet of lubes burst from her cunt, whose lips spread out like they were being penetrated by a donkey dick, and upon impact with the floor, *crack!!*, its stone tiles literally cracked under its intensity. “UUUURRH…!!!” I always thought me and Veronica experienced the strongest, messiest orgasms on Earth, but fuck! We were so, so fucking wrong!

Squatting down slightly, hosing juices on the ground without a pause, the Alpha amazon drew a deep breath and… roared! She roared, oh, god, and the palace shook as her pussy unloaded yet a more massive volume of juices! The tiles on the floor kept cracking, with her juices soon washing to our feet like the waves of the ocean, burning them upon contact. “Aaah!!” Both me and Veronica jumped. The place was soon filled with steam. Those juices were not only voluminous, but hot like magma. It took us both, two powerful, superhuman amazons, a lot of time to get used to those sensual liquids, and once we did, oh!, weird things began to happen in our bodies.

“H-Heather!!” Veronica cried. “H-Heather!” Her pussy began to squirt like mad, and her knees didn’t take much longer to faulter, bringing her entire, massive frame to the ground. Laying her lips on the wet ground, she slobbered on those juices, drinking them like a literal bitch, and soon the squirts of her cunt became even more distracting, hosing out of her womb like firehose. “GOD!!!” She cried, yet kept drinking those juices, giving herself more maddening orgasms the more she filled her body with the African’s nectar.

I looked at that bitch. By god, the pressure inside me! My pussy was partially hosing itself, tiny squirts followed by a continuous drool, and the feeling was akin to holding a yoga ball inside my cunt: unbelievable pressure! Soon, very soon, oh, I would burst. “Y-you fucking…!!” The African interrupted my words with her even stronger moans, however.

“Oooh!!” She came. Her pussy stopped hosing, and her labia, once so loose, now contracted like the mightiest of muscles, clamping so hard and so fast that a tiny shockwave burst from them and I could hear its grave whiplash making my eardrums hurt and shiver. “Fuck!!” What followed, then, were long, drumming growls, like a gorilla, with the goddess gradually standing upright again and gathering immense energy in her muscles, which were growing ever so slightly. “Fuck!!!”

I was disarmed. For the first time ever, I saw no authority, no cockiness or domination in her face, but pure… submission! Her eyebrows were arched, her face was twitching, and her mouth hanged open like she was expecting to blow a cock even mightier than her own! Her balls were dripping with pussy nectar, with their insides getting filled with even heavier loads of seed. Something in me told me that not for a second she stopped producing semen; the junk just kept piling up and piling up harder in her balls, increasing their density just as her muscles did on her body. I could even get a proof of that, indeed, by looking at their level on her body, dangling lower ever minute, now standing a few inches above her elbows.

The goddess could not be distracted from her earthshattering, very feminine orgasm: with her fingers twitching, she seemed to be exerting immense pressure and strength to not frig herself mad and raw before of us—in which case the results of her orgasm would be truly apocalyptic. While a massive set of multiple orgasms was brewing, she found in herself some strength to brag: “only I… ooh!… can make myself cum… fully!!” She looked at me. “Cum hard! Cum strong! Aah!!” She stepped forth. *Boom!!* More cracks on the ground. For a second, I thought she would fall on her knees. “Pay… ooh!… very close attention!!” She gulped, like even she wasn’t sure of what to expect. She looked down and ordered her genitalia: “cum!” A second later, she was silent: a wave of back-breaking, muscle-tearing multiple orgasms ravished her body. The muscles fibers in her body one by one vibrated with unparalleled brutally, and the squirt that exploded from her pussy was so strong that it sent pieces of stone from the floor flying all around us, with the burning steam not taking much longer to follow.

«Fuck!» I found myself hyperventilating. «Fuck!!» A strong sensation burned my pussy. I moaned, and a long thread of squirt exploded from my lips, which I managed to harden a second later. Once I came back to my senses, I realized my fingers were pushing against my engorged, scarlet labia. I was so mad with arousal I wanted to frig myself so desperately hard! God! I was losing all control, yet it seemed that the giantess wasn’t in much better shape herself.

“OOOORHHH…!!!” She wasn’t exactly lady-like in her orgasms. Though her face was cute and submissive, her roars were beyond manly. Seriously, I can’t even describe them as having male properties, because no man I knew could produce sounds so powerful or so grave. She was literally like a lion roaring while in coitus. A bull. A stallion. Powerful! She was just so fucking raw and powerful! “OOOORHH…!!!” Upon hearing those mating calls, I came again. My pussy exploded so hard I had a much harder time controlling it, shutting in close only after biting my lips and drawing blood from them. Veronica, by my side, oh!, she was almost dead: her orgasms were free and uncontrolled; she was no longer even trying to keep them at bay, but experiencing them at the fullest extent a woman could experience an orgasm—the fullest, of course, before being fucked by that potent, raging stallion of a woman!

“OOH, FUCK!!!” She raised her head and cursed to her gods in her native tongue, and the sight of her exposed, naked muscles almost drove me over the edge again. After a long string of invocations, she looked furiously to her own cock and commanded: “STOP!!!” Her pussy immediately obeyed, and the balls throbbed when her leakage stopped, no doubt poked by the massive contraction of her pussy labia.

The woman spent a long time then roaring and grumbling, very low-key, with her sounds becoming almost guttural, like wind passing through a long tunnel. When she looked up to me again, she was back at her older self. Her face, however, it was… “Oh, god!” I covered my mouth. The goddess was sweating.

She wiped the sweat of her forehead, making her biceps boom with the casual motion. “I am getting lousy. In the days of old, when I was still fresh and virile, fucking like there was no tomorrow, it took me two hours for me to sweat by my own orgasms. Now, oh, it barely took me a few minutes.” To my shock, she slid her left fingers on her cunt and collected a huge load of juices from them, raising the hand to her mouth and liking the fingers loudly with her long, serpentine tongue. “Still, though… mm! I’m so fucking delicious! It’s been a long time since I don’t really make myself cum, so consider that a little treat for you.” Her eyes became more malicious as she spoke. “I cannot sweat with other people unless I’m really committed to fucking them. We’re talking days of relentless, spine-shattering sex marathons, and there are very few people who can take this level of power.” She concluded her suctions with a long *pop!* in her middle finger. “Veronica, stop cumming.” She turned to my friend and commanded. “Your screams are getting to my nerves.”

Immediately, my friend collapsed on the ground. Her eyes were frenzied and bulging, like a crackhead on a particularly intense high, and her body was stiffer than a statue, literally cramping from every muscle. Occasionally, a tiny, pitiful yelp came out of her mouth: “heee!! A-heee!!” My friend was the strongest women I knew aside from myself, and she was completely ruined before the fight had even begun.

When I looked to the African goddess, it was obvious she knew exactly what kind of power she had on us. She couldn’t help it: she was just so fucking superior…! “Do you see now, Heather, what a truly genetically superior superhuman looks like?” She flexed her arms again—never a dull sight! “It’s funny: the Nazis always obsessed about a genetically-enhanced superbeing, and, in a way, they were right about our existence.” She laughed, flexing her abs, her quads, and her left leg. “If only they knew it wasn’t their Arian blood, but our African one! Oh! How hard would they be rolling on their graves!” She made a massive flex of her entire torso, making her abs boom and multiply as her massive, J-cup tits squirted fat, boiling threads of milk. “The Arian blood, oh! Don’t make me laugh! Like all white folks, they were flaccid, weak, and pitiful! It is the African blood the superior blood of mankind, the only blood able to produce a hyper-fertile, hyper-virile, perfect human being, the only genes capable of creating… me!” She grimed. “Now, my dears, I have a challenge for you: if you can make me moan once, I will take you with my full power.”

Our ears stood deaf for a second, the weight of those words failing to rest fully in our minds. “W-what?”

The goddess relaxed her muscles. She was casual and chill, playing with her hair and adjusting the glasses on her nose. In a way, she looked just like a teenage girl—a massive, titanic teenage girl with god-like powers in each of her swollen, throbbing arms—playing with her figure and rejoicing on her young, juvenile beauty. “No man or woman can lead me to orgasm. None! Every time I cum, it’s simply because I commanded my body too, just like I showed it to you.” She pointed down to her genitalia. “Cum.” Immediately, as quick and sudden as the flash or a lightning, her posture unraveled again, and her knees shook as her cunt beneath her balls unloaded another massive splash of titanic sexual fluids. She wailed and yelped, yet just as quickly, with the snap of her fingers… “Stop!” The drainage was over, and my ears rumbled with the hard clutching of her pussy lips. “You see?” She was panting a little while she spoke: “only I can make myself cum, for only I am the unstoppable force and immovable object in this Universe.” She pointed up, to the cracked ceiling, as if showing us the stars—which were the true home of her faintless spirit. “There is nobody above me, and there never will be until my offspring comes of age.” She licked her lips. “Not that I think any of my current sons and daughter are any great. Don’t get me wrong: they are, by far and wide, the most powerful human beings on Earth after me and maybe my parents, and they will become great propellers of human evolution in the years to come… yet they still can’t hold a candle to me. As a mother, as a breeder…” She punched her own abs, with strong echoes shaking the walls. “I’m an absolute failure! The purpose of my perfect species, after all, is to continuously breed stronger and mightier beings. I might be perfect, but my perfection must pale in comparison to that of my offspring; it’s a transitory, temporary state of divinity, to be dethroned by the yet holier, hotter organism I’ll birth from my powerful womb.” Her hands drew an “O” shape over her crotch, under her bellybutton. “For every generation, the task gets more and more difficult still.” She chuckled. “Funny to think, isn’t it? My first forefathers, the founders of my perfect clan, risked it all in the evolutionary game to breed only with the finest human beings on Earth, and this trade-off apparently followed every member of my family ever since: to improve our bloodline, we must only breed with the strongest, smartest, hottest, mightiest, most physically, intellectually, and mentally overdeveloped beings on the planet. That takes a lot of searching, you see, even though we leave a lot of superior human beings in our wake. Given that I, Jamila Nobu Ko Dunwe, am the most perfect organism on Earth—the crowning achievement of my bloodline, the supreme breeder of all living beings—, very few people on Earth (almost none!) can actually improve upon my kind.” She licked her lips yet again. “You, however, are the chosen ones. I can sense it!” With another stronger step, like she could barely contain the excitement in her body, she made cracks grow up to our feet, making us both step back in response. “My beautiful, powerful Yankees! I’ll have your bodies today, I’ll have your bodies forever! But for me to be sure you’re deserving of my seed—as well as the title of Strongest Women on Earth beneath me—I need to test your fire. Your power!” Her muscles flexed on their own. “Oh, babies, you make me so hot! But can you actually make me moan?” Her smile, more devilish by the second. “Forget about making me cum. That’s absolutely impossible. However, it is long said in my family that whatever mortal can make us moan and shiver with pleasure, that’s the one who will continue and perfect our bloodlines. I honestly believe, my beautiful cunts, that you two are those humans.” With snaps of her fingers, she commanded to us both, especially to my friend: “get up, Veronica, stand proud, Heather, and fortify your bodies and spirits for the task at hand.” While my friend got up and stood tall and firmly by my side, the African spread her arms on a T-pose, offering herself to us in all her god-like grandeur. “Attack me. Lick me. Kiss me. Bite me. Blow me!” Her monster cock throbbed vividly, and her ginormous balls soon followed. “Do everything you want with my body… and then some!” She licked her lips for every sentence. “I promise I won’t do a thing: I’m not going to touch you, kiss you back, or stimulate you in any way, at least not intentionally.” Deep, growling chuckles erupted from her chest. “I want you to give your all on my body, exploring it and stimulating its senses until you lead them astray, make them go fucking overdrive!” Waves of rippling power coursed through her muscles. Without her moving a foot, the ground just kept cracking and sinking beneath her. Once again, we both could see a faint forcefield around her body, rising up to the ceiling and vaporizing all the cum and milk stuck on it. If we were to stand above that Queen of Fertility, we damn sure knew we were going to be burned to death! That fucking goddess! Fuck! Her body was so hot it literally behaved like an U.S. Army super-classified laser canon! “Destroy me!” She clutched her hands, then opened them again, relaxing her muscles as much as she could. “Use your massive bodies to give me pleasure. I command you!” Veronica vacillated by my side, almost launching herself into the titaness. Poor girl! She really had no more self-control left in her, had she? “Tongue, fingers, fists, your muscles, whatever! Use anything you can to make me feel, for once, like a woman! Kissing, punching, kicking, biting me, anything goes! Be as brutal as you can, as savage as you want, and I will welcome it all! In fact, I prefer that you’re rough on me, as massive bodies like mine bode well with over-stimulation. What to normal humans would be murderous violence, to me is just vanilla foreplay.” Her face lightened up like a devil. “In fact, don’t you think I’m going to be soft on you. If anything, you better attack first before I ruin your bodies with every muscle cell I got.” In one final act before her total abandonment, the goddess adjusted her glasses on her nose, striking us with a uniquely nerdy look before she spread her arms and legs again. “Attack me. If any of you makes me moan aloud just once… I’ll deem you worthy, and I’ll breed you with all I’ve got.” She closed her eyes and raised her head, and then her lips laid silent and still.

No more words. Just… silence. Waiting. We were even confused about her sudden quietness, like our very muscles were just waiting for a command to attack and destroy her.

I looked at Veronica and Veronica looked at me. Worse than unsure, we were afraid of what to do next. That powerful woman, even in her most relaxed state, looked like she could kill us with a flick of her finger at that distance—the energy and power travelling from it being enough to rip our limbs apart.

Calmly, then, I stepped forward. “Follow me, gorgeous.” I commanded, and Veronica shook her head before even more slowly following my lead. “She’s not gonna give us command. She cannot lead; she must be lead!” I cracked my knuckles, making sure to keep a steady, leisurely pace. “Big talk for a big, fucking African bimbo!”

She looked at me. I shuttered. For a sliver of a second, I could see the murderous instinct burning in her eyes, yet I kept my ground. My pace didn’t change at all: just step after calm step towards that giant woman.

“This fat, arrogant African.” I provoked her. “Does she think she looks that impressive to us?” I waved her away. “Such an inferior, course, beastly creature. I will show her the superiority of our bodies—out superiors, stronger American genes!—and I will make her scream aloud and submit to our dominance and our superior status.” I stopped. Her body and mine were about two feet away. If I didn’t get any closer, it was because both our massive bosoms didn’t allow it. The difference in height was staggering, yet still I tried not to be too intimidated. «By god!» I almost gulped, but managed to hold my saliva in the last moment. «She’s so… fucking!… big!»

Laying my fists on my hips, I stood on the tip of my feet, trying to look her in the eyes, but making only so high as her lips—by god! Those full, hard, meaty lips! “Got something to say before I slay your cunt, my African slave?”

She looked at me, without a word, for a long time. Then, her lips parted, and she said in the sweetest, chilliest tone I’ve ever heard: “after I filled every pore of Veronica with my semen, I will destroy you.” Tough as I tried to look, I could listen to my heartbeat in my eardrums. “I will fuck you to the very last inch of your life, and then I will quash you like an insect. Mark my words, my beautiful American slave.” She spread her legs even further, making her cock swell and a whole gallon of precum just spew out of it and flow over her monster tits. “I will breed you every day, in every waking hour of your life forever. I’ve got a special harem for haughty whores like you. I’ll make you queen of it, with even a golden leash customized for your beautiful neck.” She looked up again, leaving me to wonder how literal her words were. “This is your last day as a free woman, Heather. Spend it wisely.”

A silent second passed before any of us did something. In that fateful moment, all our eyes were locked. We gazed upon each other souls, crushed by the immenseness of her aura. She was divine! Upon seeing her, I knew I was inferior—like my very genes were shivering in fear, covering inside my cells, my very blood freezing and its stream slowing, with an incredible desire to piss contaminating my waist.

I was defeated, yet I had to fight! I had to fight because she demanded me to, just as she demanded me to give her my all. «Alright, my queen.» I wanted to pucker my lips and lay them upon her solid body. Instead, I licked them sensuously, displaying a confidence I knew very well to be fake. «I will worship you!»

Once this second was over, we attacked. Veronica went from behind while I scoured her from ahead. It was a massacre as soon as we laid our fingers on her: Veronica was squirting her guts out, screaming profanities as the energy of Jamila’s body struck her pussy and her core like the fingers and penises of all her past lovers—including me. “IT’S TOO MUCH!!!” She quivered while latching on to the titan’s body like a sloth on a tree. “GOD!!” Her squirts made a titanic mess on the woman’s back; it was like she was being showered by a hydrant. “SHE… SHE…!!!” Tears rained from her eyes like storms. She was beyond mad with lust: she was orgasming atop multiple orgasms themselves! “GOD!! I CAN’T TAKE IT!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!”

In less than five seconds—*boom!*—Veronica fell on the floor, defeated. She would eventually stand up and worship that goddess appropriately, yes, but right now she was just going to cum and squirt and scream her lungs out through the power of her orgasms.

Not that I cared too much, of course, for I had my hands full—literally. «God!!» My first movement was to grab that woman’s balls. I assumed it would be a display of authority and power, like I always grabbed and pulled and squeezed the balls of the awesome studs who though they were oh-so-great and powerful.

With my studs, yes, I was always successful—mostly because I was usually taller and always bigger, hotter, more muscular than they were. Even the ones that happened to be bigger—guys built like horses!—were always weaker, and I loved seeing their energy and luster vanish from their bodies as I outfucked them all. “What?” I used to say, so devilish and perverted, riding them like a kid high on sugary drinks, “can’t you even take this little pussy for four hours in a row?” I clenched my pussy and made my inner walls vibrate on their cocks, which never failed to make them scream and cum again… and again! And again and again and “weak, pathetic male!” I punched them and tortured them. Oh, it was wild! “I will show you what fucking really means!”

It wasn’t anything like that with that woman. Oh, by god, how it wasn’t! As soon as I laid my palms on both those mighty monster orbs, a superhuman energy filled my arms and ran down straight into my cunt, striking it like someone had just inserted fingers and tentacles into it. “Ooh!!” I moaned, and soon forced myself to bit my lips hard to stop it.

Didn’t work. The moans just kept coming. The dripping in my pussy was so fucking mad! It didn’t help, too, that Veronica was cumming as if the Niagara Falls had been placed inside her womb. It was so much squirting that I felt just wrong for holding all my orgasm inside.

The queen looked down at me, smiling like she had the whole world in her palms. True to her word, he didn’t do a thing, not even teasing me like she definitely wanted to, yet that didn’t prevent me from reading her face, where her thoughts were so clearly written: “once I finally let you cum, you will squirt an ocean for me, baby.” She winked slowly and deliberately, having her very muscles contract and dance for my pleasure. “I will drink every last drop of you.”

Those words alone, even unsaid, were enough to almost kick me over my limit. I moaned again, and then purred like a kitten, feeling my body grow heavy with the intense desire to drop on my knees and… submit to her! “Ooh!!!” My pitch was high. I was making a fool of myself. “Aahee!!” I came like a little bitch, and I shouldn’t! I was the strongest woman in the world, damn it! No way… “Aaah!!” No way that African fucking bitch would defeat me—not so easily, at least!

I squeezed those balls harder, yet every attempt at a counter-attack drove me nearer to a defeating orgasm. The absoluteness of them was indescribable. Those were not just balls; they were the balls! Giant and oval and perfectly-shaped, as if sculpted by the gods of fertility themselves… ah, scrap it! The gods themselves wouldn’t have balls so mighty and perfect. «Jesus!! Oh, Jesus!!» Tiny squirts left my cunt—not exactly squirts, but highly—pressurized threads of lubes from all the ocean I was holding within. My pussy was growing sore and cramped with all the strength I exerted to keep the orgasm at by. The squirt was so much it was passing through my cervix and filling my womb. I could feel the threads of this “inverse squirt” hitting the back of my womb, even flowing through my tromps and hitting my fucking eggs. “Ooh!!” I moaned. “Oooh!!” Louder and longer. My eyes rolled back. I was already cumming; the squirt would be just the cherry on top.

Without taking my hands out of those… mighty!… perfect!… godly balls!… I slapped myself metaphorically, opening my eyes and trying to give that woman a challenge. I could sense, for once, that she too was trying hard to keep herself at bay. The sight of my turgid tits, with their rock-hard, sharp, lactating nipples, probably was too much even for a goddess like her.

The presence of my mighty, highly-fertile body awakened in her the most primal instincts: she was a goddess of fertility, and she needed to breed!

“Fuck!!” I bit my lower lip and looked at her, taken aback by her face of utter pleasure. The goddess was rolling back her eyes and clutching her fists really hard. It was like the pleasure at moments was too great even for her! We were already closer to our goal, even though far from how we’d imagined we would achieve it: instead of us giving her pleasure through our actions, we were doing it by the scent and the touch of our fertile bodies.

«No!» I told myself. «That can’t be all we have to offer!»

Magically, my shivering stopped, my grip steadied. Her balls were a world apart, each of them, yet I held them like I was really going to conquer and subdue them. «Jesus, these fucking balls!!» I’d never even fathomed things so massive and hard and… full!! Not just full of semen, but full of life! A life of their own!

Clutching my fists harder, I pressed my fingers against her sack, making them penetrate it just a few millimeters. The little they sank, however, was enough to paint the clearest picture of her power: oceans! Oceans of cement-thick semen swirling inside those balls! Rivers to make the Amazon basin look like a bucket, and streams so powerful they paralleled the very currents of the oceans!

Power! Inside those hard, live-giving stones was the elixir of Power itself! One thing was to fell oneself powerful, like I and Veronica many times did; the other thing, however, was to literally, physically have Power stored inside oneself. That woman didn’t just hold semen—gallons and gallons of it—inside her balls. No. She held absolute, unassailable Power!

I was moaning and biting my lips again, and for every second I guess I needed to shake my head and snap myself back into reality. «Get… a fucking… grip!!» Between every word, though, I moaned and cleared my throat. How fucking great can a single woman be?

No longer able to just stand there, apart from her, I threw my body against her. *Broom!!* The very fabric of the Universe might have been shaken, indeed, once our too massive bodies collided! Out monstrous tits exploded with milk due to the pressure, and through my over-worked nipples I felt a pang of pain, really sharp and acid, for the loads of motherly nectar were too great for their tightness. The more aroused I was, the tighter my nipples became, yet the stronger my breasts gushed. “Aaahee!!” This by itself made me moan and gush again while the African was just chuckling, keeping her mouth shut so as to not tempt herself with my outpouring of milk.

Between our bodies, though, something much more awesome laid. Something whose power I had (once again) underestimated. Something much bigger than her balls. Much mightier. Much holier. “Oh, my fucking…!!!” I had to shut my eyes hard and draw blood from my lips by biting them even harder. Between our bodies, going from our crotch up to the very middle of my tits (and beyond) stood her massive, hard pillar of womb destruction: her almighty, superior COCK!!

«Jesus…!!»

The sheer solidity of that monster struck my female soul with awe-inspiriting admiration! The size! The power! Jesus fucking shit! That beast could only be compared to a mountain or a canyon or something of even bigger size and weight! The power inside its veins! The throbbing so intense I could actually hear it! Every time it bulged, it sent shockwaves inside my body, electrifying my muscles! I wanted to crush and dominate that penis, only to find myself completely surrendered to its enormity!

The African chuckled, knowing her member only subdued me even further. Her balls were pressed against my crotch, and only too late I realized that, by allowing them such proximity to my cunt, I basically had signed my death warrant: the orgasms just kept piling until they hurt me, and tears of pain left my eyes as sharp, painful whimpers did my mouth. Still, I embraced that mighty woman, squeezing myself harder against her and… laying my mouth on her meaty cock head!

«Fuck!!» How was I even alive?! The orgasms inside me… Jesus! They would have killed any other woman, no matter how powerful! The touch of her awesome penis in my mouth was… divine! That thing was bigger than large, clutched fists, and I was lapping and drooling on it like a thirsty bitch, making it ooze with my saliva as it spewed rivulets of sweet, ambrosia-like lubes. With my arms, legs, and my muscles, I danced on that woman’s body, squeezing my whole self on her, all while I heard Veronica recover her senses and attack her from behind.

“We need…” She struggled, her cunt still orgasming oceans-worth of sex sauce. “We need to defeat her!”

Yes! How meek of me to be reminded of my goals by my much weaker friend! As I slobbered over that gargantuan penis, feeling the semen accumulate, I remembered her words about passivity: «you will learn how being passive and submissive is the greatest strength of all.» Veronica was now attacking the woman’s ass, spreading its massive cheeks with her hands and… fingering her anus! Almost fisting her! Damn, the audacity! What more, the giantess was actually enjoying it!

“Mmrr!!” She purred, and her eyes rolled all the way back again. She closed them and lifted her head, having huge veins grow and throb over her muscles. She was becoming more ripped, more massive, more powerful, all thanks to the energy that was growing inside of her—the arousal that, just like my own, was driving her closer and closer to insanity.

Veronica was now taking charge, wrapping her own mare-like thighs against the woman’s legs and sucking her anus while fingering and sometimes fisting it. For a woman that huge, a whole fist would have felt like a small dick in comparison. Still, it mattered little: I could feel her waist and her hips trembling, and her muscular fibers booming as the heat took spread inside her lower body. She was in heat, and her womb was finally warming up! “Mm!! Mmm!!!” The growls remained inside her throat. It was clear she was working hard not to let them through. Those were not moans, but we were in the right course. At the end, it might had been my pitiful Veronica, whom I looked down upon so often, the one to bring that awesome goddess over the edge, not me. How could that be?!

«Passivity!» I pondered while eating that cockhead greater lust. Yes, that was it! My friend had allowed so much pleasure to explode out of her body that she no longer had the mind-twisting pressure and fire eating her from inside out. She was free! Her gallons of squirt had made her body light and free like a feather, while mine… fuck! I was carrying a whole ocean of juices inside of me, trying so desperately to keep an appearance none of us believed in any more. That was the power of submission!

“I will never surrender to this power!” I looked at the witch in the face, and she opened her eyes to look down upon me. With a surge of energy, I hugged her body harder by the second, creating stretching and booming noises as the pressure between our bodies would have been enough to grind as stone into dust. Slowly, the ground cracked beneath our feet, and them… “Ooof!!” I lifted her! A mere inch over the ground, yes, but still… I lifted her. “You’re not the only one with hidden powers here!”

Her muscles boomed so hard that almost threw my body back. I remained still, however, and crushing her harder still. “What?” I teased her, pressing my whole face against her growing cock. “Little girl gets angry when she’s called a bitch n*****? But that’s what you are: n*****!!” I crushed her harder. Her body rose further still, now standing one whole foot above the floor, and I started bending over backwards to keep pulling her even harder. “You grotesque animal! You’re only good for showing off your filthy monster penis!” Pushing the envelope (and the limits of my sanity), I took one arm away from her.

She stood still. Our bodies remained frozen, like a Roman statue depicting two goddess in the middle of a fight. Veronica, which for a long time had been lost in he own lust for Jamila’s body, was lifted along with the goddess’s ass, only now realizing what I had just done. “H-Heather!!” She exclaimed in awe. “You’re so massive!!”

Maybe I was: my arms were rippling with power! Big, fat fucking guns! They throbbed with obscene veins and gallons of blood as hot as lava coursing inside of them. Steam came rushing through my nostrils, and a cocky smile was finally drawn again in my face. I was back. “Stand back, Veronica.”

“Wha-?”

“I SAID!!” I crushed her harder. “STAND!! BACK!!” The walls rumbled. My body throbbed. “I will make her cum myself!”

I attacked her. My choice of words had been very deliberate: I was going to make her cum! Not moan; cum! Just as Veronica dropped her body and fled in fear of my booming voice, I slammed that African cunt on the ground. *Boom!!* In all honesty, a meteor wouldn’t have made such big a mess: as I dropped the woman on the ground, massive cracks threatened to split it into many canyons. Parts of the ceiling fell around us, each enough to crush an elephant under their weight.

I didn’t give a damn. Screw that, screw the world. Screw her! I climbed on the goddess with my full body, not riding her, but trying instead to dominate her like a man on missionary. It was hard to say whether I was fumbling her muscles with my hands or slapping and punching them. Maybe it was both. As I climbed over her crotch, the insanely massive surface of her balls forced themselves into my pussy, feeling me with such heat it was like an incandescent spire of iron had penetrated me. Still, I kept my cool. More than that, actually: I attacked! I twerked on those balls like they were nothing, guiding my left hand to the pussy she hid underneath them.

That woman had everything: the world’s biggest penis, the universe’s fullest balls, a tight, ripped muscle anus tucked between two massive cheeks of pure muscle, and, to top it all off, the world’s most gorgeous, wet tight pussy my fingers had ever felt. “Uuu-ooh!!” I let of a moan and a growl of arousal as the tip of my fingers managed to penetrated the night-unbreakable seal of her pussy labia.

Christ, how tight she was! After they entered her, my fingers were then pulled deeper into her vagina! I no longer had any control on them! The pussy was eating them all up without her making any discernible effort. “Fuck!” I let escape a whimper of pain. Fuck! That was hard! I could feel the suction and the intense motion of her inner membranes suckling on my fingers. It was animalistic! «Fuck! How much control does she have on her own body?!»

Absolute! Her legs, her abs, her biceps, all her muscles, everything was rumbling with intense power. There was no reason for her pussy—the core of her femaledom—to be any different! As I whimpered, her pussy ate up my fingers. I had inserted two in it, yet the pussy labia soon swallowed a third finger into itself. Despite possessing a titanic penis and balls to intimidate five pairs of bulls, the monster woman also had a hard clit on her pussy.

Her genitalia was both astounding and complete, and it amazed me by how tender and small her clitoris seemed in comparison to… well, everything else. It was so beautiful and delicate, as little as my pinky, yet hard like a pebble sticking from her body. I struck that clit with my thumb and felt the waves of energy spreading away from her crotch. The titan roller her eyes, biting her lower lip as she fought against the temptation to lift her legs in pleasure. Still, she spread her legs a little further, accepting my laying over her body.

“You fucking… you fucking…!!” I wanted to insult her, to denigrate her, but couldn’t contain my raging passion, my undying love for that Amazon as my face lied so close to both her tits and her jaw-dropping abs. “Fuck! Your abs are so sculpted and hard!!” I proclaimed loud and clear as I lowered my mouth on her belly and slurped all over her massive muscular canyons. Her insane abdomen was like a whole geography in and on itself: the sunken valleys between her muscles were so deep and tight they both pulled my tongue inward and squeezed it. My saliva promptly began to fill those canyons, yet she was so huge—so humongous, so insanely giant—that even after minutes of sucking and slurping, I had failed to fill those abs.

I fumbled her left thigh with my right hand, panting and gasping as I lost myself in its masculine hardness. “You’re so sculpted!” I gushed. “So… muscular!!” My clit was getting hard like a small penis. A had a beautiful, delicate rosy clit atop my tight pussy—a “lady clit,” like many girl lovers complimented it—yet I was getting aroused like a roid-filled weightlifter while worshipping that impossible body. My palm went to the side of her buttocks, feeling the unyielding titanium texture of her muscle under her velvety skin. Her sweaty skin was both leather and silk, a very smooth, flawless surface with only barely perceptible twinges of ruggedness atop—like a little bitterness on the world’s most delicious sweet.

I tried to recompose myself by attacking her pussy. I finally reverted to the offensive there, yet it was… «fuck!!» So fucking hard! As my fingers began to stimulate her insides, I was affronted by the insane smoothness of her mucous walls. Like… fuck! I knew vaginas, I loved them, but I never felt anything remotely similar! It was as if all the best vaginas in the world had coalesced into a single, super cunt which also had the muscular power of a bull! It was inhumane! “God damn, girl!!” I let go louder and louder proclamations: “your pussy’s perfect!!”

As my fingers attacked the walls of her cunt, I could feel her juices pilling up. Soon, it was like I had stuck my fingers into a succulent, recently-cut piece of beef: the sweetness was sloshing inside like a little sack of sugary water! *Slosh-slosh-slosh!* My fingers were burned by the superhuman heat of her lubes, which soon began to squirt out of her pussy—not exactly orgasms as they were mere byproducts of both the pressure and my movements. Still, that shit was hot! I could feel the steam hitting my wrist. My fingers penetrated her deeper and harder, sinking on the gorgeous walls of her cunt, trying desperately to find their way to her holy cervix.

Her womb! I could feel the power of her womb rumbling, booming, spreading its aura of heat and fertility as my fingers drew closer. It was like… damn! Her womb was made of gold! I could hear the juices splashing and squirting from her tiny cervix—something that was anatomically impossible for any girl, but just casual and nonchalant for that perfect woman. Goddamn! How much I hate how perfect she was!

“H-Heath…”

I stretched out my right arm in a warning: “don’t you dare touch her, you dumb blonde! She is my lay! Mine!!” Yet I was being laid by her much more than I was laying her, even though I stood on top, riding my freaking crotch on her fucking monster balls. “God!!” My eyes went to the top of my skull, and I held back a tremendous orgasm which threatened to literally expel my brain out from my eye sockets. Fuck!! That was a volcano erupting at the speed of a lightning just now! “Fuck!!” My scream reverbed into the space, and the African twirled under my body, vibrating tenderly as I shook so aggressively.

Taking one arm from the ground, she grabbed Veronica by the neck. “I promised I would not interfere, and I won’t, but you two will need your combined power to stimulate me. At this pace, little Heather…” her vagina hardened! “…you will fail to even make me grunt, let alone… moan!”

Suffocating and manhandling Veronica by the neck, she pushed my friend to her left tit. “Suck it!” Like a newborn calf, Vanessa suckled on her tit until the milk was sloshing inside her throat. I could hear the loud, grave gulps of the thick liquid flowing down her stomach. Her belly bulged, and so did her eyes. The amazement flashed on her face as she realized the milk was as dense and heavy as cement, and that only a few gulps of it were enough to completely fill up her stomach.

Letting go of the tit for a second, she spit milk messily from her tits, and even sneezed a bit of it from her nostrils. Her whole face under her nose was drenched in white, and her expression was one of utter admiration, if not complete and submissive adoration: “your milk… it’s so fucking good!”

The giantess had heard it all, but she accepted those compliments like a proud father to a little son. “Yes, I know.” She laid her left hand again on the ground, which cracked under the grip of her fingers. It was then that I realized that, aside from that casual command to Veronica, the titaness had been true to her word—almost to an annoying fault! Her legs and arms were spread out, with cracks forming under her hands and her heels. The back of her head, too, was pressed against the ceiling, and her whole body hardened and rumbled as she constrained her muscles. She looked like a mighty man holding a charging bull steady with his bare hands—with the difference that she and the bull were one in the same!

“You fucking… cunt!!” I penetrated her cunt even harder, squeezing her balls with my thighs. “How can you be so fucking perfect?!” Her muscles hardened in response—less a flex of pleasure and more one of arrogance. She only grunted in response, closing her eyes and letting herself be taken by out stimuli. Veronica ate her tits hungrily, dislodging her jaw like a monster to eat as much of those tits as possible. She was clearly turned on by the goddess’s fertility, as show by her sucking the left tit like a machine while massaging and squeezing the right tit with the full power of her hand. The milk sloshed out of those hard nipples like fountain.

It was soon building milky puddles on the ground, and steam rose from those puddles like incense. Fuck! The milk almost didn’t spread out on the floor, but stayed glued to it like a cream, increasing in height as new layers were squirted on top of it. «Shit! How can it be so fucking hard!» I was thinking about the milk, but could as well be referring to her impossible pussy. Slowly, its hardness tested the strength of both my muscle fibers and the ligaments of my bones: *crack!* I know she didn’t mean to harm me, but the ferocious movements of the insides of her cunt were literally about to crack my fingers! I puffed on her abs, feeling the sweat accumulate on her body, and after ten minutes of that frenetic stimulation, I realized I hadn’t even come close to meeting the seal of her womb—the burning, inviting entrance of her cervix!

“Fuck!!” I panted like I had just run a thousand-mile super marathon. “How… fucking deep… are you?!” There was no response other than her increasingly loud and more numerous grunts. «Well…» my exasperated self pondered, «at least bitch’s enjoying herself.» My sweat was raining on her body, which exhaled a thin sheen of steam. She wasn’t sweating, but the air was condensing around her mighty muscles, which hurt just to touch. Inside her cunt, I couldn’t even feel my fingers anymore, like they had been burned down to their nerves. “Fuck! Fuck!!” As I laid my right hand atop her abs of steel, a heard a sizzling sound, and the burn forced me to pull my hand away quickly. “Fuck!” Maybe that was just my imagination, but hot damn! Even if that was the case, there was no denying that woman’s body was the hottest organism on Earth. Literally!

My wrist hurt as I tried to reach her depths. Who the fuck could ever bottom that bitch? “Your vagina… ooh!” I was moaning louder and louder, feeling the sprinkling of milk from Vanessa’s mighty suckling. “God, almighty!” There was no separation between my thoughts and my speech anymore: I said out loud everything that my mind conjured. I was kinda getting off on it alone, to be honest. “Your muscles, you cunt!” I opened my eyes after rolling them back for so long. “Damn, you fucking bull!” I crammed my right hand on her balls, feeling myself weirdly re-energized. “Oh, my god! Your balls! I can feel… Jesus!!” Even with my newfound humility, I was still too amazed—“God!”—, too fucking aroused—“Oh, god!!”—to keep my focus or my train of thought. “Oh, my god!!” Tiny, high-pressurized squirts burst from my pussy. I could feel their steamy threads hitting and dripping from her balls. “Fuck!!” I squeezed those monster testicles harder, wanting—but also stupidly refusing—to take my left hand from her pussy and feel those mighty orbs wholly on my palms. “Jesus fucking Christ, what a perfect organism!” I was speaking in very unnatural ways, but those were the only ways I felt truly described her: “your testicles…!” I licked my lips. “Your testicles are the heaviest things I ever touched! Fuck, it’s like the weighs from my gym! Jesus Christ, how heavy are these things?”

I tried to lift a single one of those dense cum factories with my hand—and, granted, I managed to do so a few inches higher. Still, after a point, my biceps hurt, my arm trembled, and I felt in my torso an exhaustion I only felt after literal dozens of hours of sex marathon, or a few nonstop hours of a brutal exercise routine meant specifically to break me up. I was a little masochistic, but even that was too much for me. “Damn!!” I let the testicle fall, and the floor literally cracked under it!

*Tuum!* I covered my mouth with both hands when I saw the massive beast throbbing on the cracked floor. Her pussy squirted juices on my lap upon the withdrawal of my fingers. The giantess twirled her hips, grunting louder and faster, but not moving from her spot. Her pussy labia shut like a magic seal, the muscles hardened so intensely they could bend steel, and in my nose I could feel her intoxicating smell—my wet, dripping fingers contaminated by her sex juices, her divine lubes, her ungodly pussy-nectar. “Jesus!!”

I could barely contain my right hand as it lowered itself to my crotch. My pussy wasn’t just burning; it was almost getting infected, like a kidney illness after we hold back piss for too long. In my pussy, the pleasure was all the problem. “Oh, god!” I raised my head and leaned back, supporting myself with my hands on the floor and behind my hips, trying to ease that pain and that pressure by spreading my legs open and… relaxing my cunt! “Oh!” It didn’t seem like I could do it: my labia were permanently hard! “Oh, fuck!” Like a muscle flexing to the point of cramping! Something terrible would happen if I relaxed my pussy. “Jesus!” But also, something equally terrible would happen if I just… didn’t!… let!… go! “FUCK!!!”

After a long, deep breath, my labia relaxing. An ocean of steamy cream left my pussy, my clit twitching like crazy, and a few squirts rocking my body along near-paralyzing orgasms. “FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!!!” I saw everything pink, then red, then green, then yellow, then pink again, then in several different, gaudy colors as the orgasms took over. It was so fucking weird! I wasn’t cumming—I mean, I was squirting, per se—but the juices just kept flowing out of my cunt like an overturned bottle of water—and they just kept coming, Jesus! “Oh, god!!!” One squirt left me. I could hear it splash against the titan’s thighs. “Oh, god!!” Again, another splash. The pain, far from being alleviated, however, only grew stronger.

“Save yourself for me, Heather.” I heard the powerful, booming voice of the titan amidst her grunts. “I want your full squirts when I penetrate you with my fingers.”

“Oh, god!!” I failed already: more loud, messy, burning squirts exploded from my cunt, and I felt I was finally going to lose it, allowing the full power of my orgasms to finally flow through unimpeded, exploding in an orgasmic maelstrom never seem or felt before by any female on Earth, human or not.

“Heather,” her voice was calm, but scary. “Stop.”

And just like that, like pure magic… *crunch!* My labia hardened and my pussy sealed itself shut. The movement was so aggressive I felt my clit being pulled out of me by a fucking wrench. “God!!” My raised my head up higher and leaned back further, feeling my eyes bulge and my sight blank as I stuck my tongue out and panted like a bitch who’s just been kicked right in the stomach. That was a pain so sharp I soon felt ice all over my veins. After that, the cold became pleasant, then almost anesthesiac. I could feel my lubes filling my pussy and my womb again, so much that a gentle bulge soon appeared on my belly, and the agony soon returned—a pleasurable pain so intense I quickly felt my lower body numb.

“Cock.” The giantess grunted, and I snapped back to reality like I had just been slapped hard in the face.

“W-w-wha…” I shut my eyes and shook my head. “What??”

The giantess was doing her best to keep her end of the bargain: no words, no nothing. Just us and her body! Still, trying to give us a leverage, she briefly pointed to her monster cock, which still rest fully soft on the ground.

My eyes doubled in size. In a way, it was like seeing that cock for the very first time. Every time, actually, was a new, epic discovery: she had so much cock a single look couldn’t take it all—nor two, nor three, nor dozens of looks, for that matter.

Attracted to it like a magnet, I crawled to that beastly penis, reaching out to touch its mighty crown with my palms. “Eeh… eeep!!” I squealed like a little rat or a squirrel. The heat…! The heat emanated from that beast… it was so fucking ridiculous! Her urethra was easily one inch long, spewing fat, juicy lubes like a hose on very low-pressure. The cock laid on the ground like a sleeping anaconda, so huge it easily reached down and past her knees!

I laid my palms over her fist-sized head. I stretched my fingers as wide as they could get, and I still could only cover little over half her motherfucking penis. «No. Wait…» I cleared my throat. I tried to grab that penis and straighten it. The monster rested in a gentle “S” shape, and I wanted to see it straight to accurately measure it. “Oh, my god!” I tried pulling it by the head, but the monster bulged so little! That thing was literally like trying to pull a goddamn truck! “Fuck!” I put both of my hands on it. Only then could I actually encircle the whole goddamned girth of that beast! “Oh, my god!!”

The penis could sense my presence; it could smell me, as well as react to the slightest of my touches. As soon as I gripped it with both hands, it spewed whole bottles of precum on my body. “Stop! Oh, god!” That prick was a fucking machine! As it shot load after load of translucid pre-jizz, it made grave thuds, like some kind of military weapon. My head was hit by a single load, and that alone was enough to cover it completely, almost suffocating me with goo.

My body was like I’d fallen on an ocean of transparent hell: from head to toes, passing through my gorgeous abs, my monstrous boobs, and my tree-trunk thighs, damn!, I was covered by well over an inch of precum. “Fuck!” I had to eat that motherfucker to give my face some breathing room. Still, it was a futile venture: the lube flowed down so slow and dense that it completely filled my throat, like I had the world’s second biggest and longest dick stuck inside me! I tried spitting it out, but the beast was so fucking hard and sticky! Jesus! I wouldn’t be so desperate even if I drank industrial glue straight from its furnace. «Fucking… hell!!» My abs hardened. My entire body throbbed. «Fuck!»

I leaned forward and flexed my muscles the hardest they had ever been flexed. With the mighty contraction, the goo was finally expelled from my throat: *goooorsh!!!* It spilled from my mouth and nose, splashing over the gigantic penis, which only throbbed in response. The donkey dick remained soft and mostly idle; if any image ever spelled “unimpressed” more clearly, it was that dick laying so soft, almost staring at us with an air contemptuous, seignorial arrogance to it. «Is this really the best you can do?» The monster penis seemed to speak to me. «I ain’t even pumping!»

I heard the woman’s balls throbbing and saw—literally saw!—the loads of semen filling them up. The cracks grew below them, and every minute they sank just a little lower on the ground. The balls were already huge—ostrich eggs!—but their weight was the one thing that increased dramatically in all that madness. Upon seeing those godly testicles, I laid my forehead on the prick’s head, kissing it and licking it as it spewed loads of precum on my face, mouth, and tits.

The whole snake trembled as it shot magnanimous loads of precum. The sheer amount of it was ludicrous. The serpent never got any harder than that, yet for every load it easily rivaled the combined lubrication of fifty men across a whole year. I place my mouth on the top of the crown, stretching my jaw a bit until I was eating about forty percent of its surface area. Have you ever tried to stick a whole fist on your own mouth? And what about when that fist is pretty much the size of a bull’s hove? Well, picture that, and you’ll pretty much picture me trying to eat up that gargantuan dick.

Placing my hands around its mast, I realized that my fingers struggled to touch each other. I could grip the whole monstrous girth, indeed, with both of my hands, yet the tip of my fingers only barely touched. That soft penis easily had over five inches of diameter. “Oh, my god!” I moved slightly away, receiving a mighty facial of precum. Damn, it was like a bucket of gel being shot at high speeds against me! My head even hit my own back, making my neck hurt. “Fuck! You absolute monster of a woman!” I grabbed and touched that penis artfully, seizing it up with my hands. “One palm.” I gulped. “Two palms.” My heart stopped briefly. “Are you seriously three palms long?”

I could hear her humorous chuckles, though they were almost indistinguishable from her grunts of pleasure. While I worshiped that mighty dong, Veronica did an incredible job on the woman’s tits: “fecundate me!” She commanded with authority, moving up Jamila’s torso and laying atop her breasts. What the fuck was she doing? “I want you to hose your gallons of milk straight in my womb!” With those words, she laid her mouth on the giantess’s left tit while mounting her right tit with her crotch. She positioned her cunt atop her squirting nipple, and then crammed herself in it like she would a fat dick.

The nipple penetrated her, and the subsequent hoses of milk made her howl like a she-wolf in heat. Damn, that sight! What a spectacle it was to see the loads of milk splashing from between her legs, and her belly gently bulging every time massive loads of milk were squirted deep into her womb. “Oh, my goddess!!” Needless to say, she was cumming. Oh, boy, how much and how hard she was cumming! “I can feel your milk in my womb! Goddess!! It’s taking up everything!” She became speechless. What was happening inside her surpassed even her wildest expectations: “no! Oh, no!! I can feel it… fuck!!!” Orgasms and orgasms and orgasm… “Your milk is thicker than any semen I’ve ever sucked! Jesus fucking Christ!!” The milk was slushing out of her over-stretched, over-filled cunt. Literal gallons of it formed a massive pool around our bodies. I could see the waves splashing on the ground, making the puddles (or lakes) grow and grow and grow. Steam was rising everywhere. That milk was so hot it bubbled! Veronica’s belly began to grow, the gentle bulge becoming an obscene pregnancy. “Fuck!! Heather!!” Tears flowed out. “She’s in my womb!” The orgasms were so many that, for every word she said, there was a solid minute or two of just screaming, crying, gasping, panting, moaning, and shouting her lungs out in pleasure. “Heather! My eggs!! Her milk is in my fucking eggs!!”

As if to demand her full focus and concentration, the left tit between her arms shot up a massive geyser of burning milk on her face, hosing her like the ejaculate of a hundred and one men. She gagged and suffocated on the epic load of milk. Along her sexy, muscular back, I could see the motherly nectar flowing like a river and building a lake along the valley of her spine and between her ass cheeks. The African grunted much louder now, biting her own lips while rolling her eyes intensely.

“You are a goddess.” I confessed out loud, mesmerized by the amazing loads that kept gushing out from her tits and back from Veronica’s pussy. The orgasms my friend experienced were visible from afar: they were clear waves going to-and-fro her pussy, sprawling over every inch of her body. Her muscles trembled and vibrated, and sometimes she lost control of her body, head-banging against Jamila’s right tit or almost pushing herself away from her in a violent muscular contraction, much akin to when we are electrocuted. Still with the penis in my hand, I lost my breath as I saw her losing her words and her control, her eyes sometimes turning to the sigh with pure exasperation, her voiceless being asking forgiveness to the gods, because her orgasms were just that fucking intense.

“Aahee!!” She cried. Devoid of context, it would see like a cry of pain. “Aaahee!!” Her legs stiffened, straightening out like a plank. Her whole body froze while her legs, her hips, and her ass shook like a vibrator with increasing intensity. I could hear the engine-like sound of her shaking, like a heavy metal object being dragged across an uneven and rugged terrain. Squirts exploded out of her pussy while milk came geysering out through her tits. She stuck her tongue out and cried; I never heard anyone or anything scream as she did then: “AAAA-AAA-HUUUU!!!” There was a brief second of silence and frenetic trembling, and then again… “AAAA-AAAAA-HUUUU!!!!”

Squirt, squirt, squirt. She was exploding liquid orgasms through her cunt. There came a point when she literally vomited out the liters of coffee and energy drinks she had taken that morning, prior to our arrival. Thankfully, she had kept her stomach free from any solid food, she wanted to be in peak condition to fuck that unfuckable titan. If she had eaten something, the scene would have quickly become an unsexy mess.

As the liquid vomit burst through her throat, I felt myself a little aroused, honestly. It really resembled semen, as she loved drinking milk or milk-flavored energy drinks. The vomit hosed through her mouth and nostrils, like it would if she had drank literal gallons of semen. She was puking, then screaming again all by the power of those orgasms, which kept building up until all of her body was shaking like under a power-line-burning electrical overcharge. Her screams became higher-pitched until they disappeared altogether, and the only expression of her intense climax—other than the bone-cracking trembling, I mean—were the tears flowing unendingly from her eyes.

A spark of energy flew from her mouth and struck my cunt. A powerful hose exploded from it, lifting my ass off the floor. “FUCK!!!” I felt in myself just a bit of the body-snatching contractions my friend was suffering every fucking second: all of my muscles seized up, and a near-cramping muscular destruction turned my body stiffer and harder than a rock. Then, a second later, it was all over. “FUCK!!!” I screamed the loudest I had done that day—yet not nearly as loud as that titaness would make me scream, that’s for sure. I panted and gasped like I had just run another set of back-breaking marathons. Tears flowed from my eyes, disappearing into the tropical-like rain of my sweat. “Fuck!!”

Openly, I laid my head on that penis, closed my eyes, and just… cried. I cried like a baby, like a pampered trust-fund kid, too humiliated and confused by the dumbfounding perfection of that woman. For a whole minute, maybe longer, I had no movements under my hips. My bladder had unleashed all its content, and in shame I had to feel the warmth of my piss disappearing into the blistering heat of all other fluids. That goddess made us orgasm in an almost metaphysical level! I knew, deep inside, I’d never had a chance of winning, but even then, after I admitted to my weakness, that woman just kept throwing us one curve ball after another, revealing to us just how fucking outclassed we truly were!

We were the two strongest “normal” humans on planet Earth, and still we were driven to paraplegic condition merely by worshiping her body! “My goddess!!” My state of lust was beyond disgraceful. “My sexual titan!!” My tongue darted out of my mouth on its own, wrapping itself around the girth of the cock. I gargled and I salivated, spreading my ooze like butter along that marvelous member. “Fuck!!” My cunt squirted out juices of power; pure, distilled feminine pleasure that felt both inevitable and unforgiving. «I have to stop them!» My inner voice strongly scolded me, and I willed my labia shut by focusing tremendous amounts of energy down to my hips—not all my energy, though, for another huge amount was reserved for my tongue and the divine worshipping of her member. “Jesus!!” With inch after inch of tongue unfurling, I felt my mouth wrapping itself on that cock like a snake.

The giantess seemed to like that very much. “Wroom!!” I heard from her throat, like a powerful roar held back, a grunt unlike anything we had ever heard before—like the rumbling of the Earth itself, or an even bigger, mightier beast finally awaking form within her. «Jesus Christ, what… what power!!» I felt my juices building again, yet I shouldn’t underscore my power at that moment: with over ten inches of goddess tongue wrapped around that member, I felt it monstrous structure throb and harden around my flesh.

The beast was coming alive, and all because of the touch of my tongue! «Do you like my member, master? I will show you…» I thought, yet even my train of thoughts was broken by the intense gaggling inside my throat and pressure growing in my chest—it wasn’t easy, after all, to move a fifteen-inch-plus tongue around, and the more inches I stuck out, the harder it became to control that monster, or to keep the same degree of strength evenly across all the many inches. «I will show you, you arrogant cunt, that I too have a member worthy of praise.»

Proud, fearless inches unraveled from my mouth as my tongue completed a whole lap around that gigantic crotch-python, going on strong for a second lap, so sturdy and willful that it managed to lift the titanic penis out of the ground!

My hands moved forward, my arms too looking like snakes. The ground kept cracking under the giantess’s motions, yet it was specifically the weight of her genitals (and nothing else!) that made it crack so hard and so much. «Damn!!» My eyes were probably as big as those Japanese animation characters, and shining just like cartoons, once they focused again on the woman’s mountainous balls.

My hands laid on them. The energy! “GOD!!!” Few were the words I could utter with so many inches of my tongue out and so much pleasure building inside me. I was orgasming already, and maybe I’d been orgasming the entire time without even noticing, but that orgasm—or rather, those endless multiple orgasms—were definitely of a different, more insidious kind than the orgasms I usually experienced. Without being able to release my feminine cum, I was being eaten alive from inside out by the all-consuming, hungry heat of my raging pussy. Every single nerve cell of mine was over-aroused, exploding with power, yet my pussy was again shut as a bank vault, with ocean loads of girl cum making my belly bulge. «Jesus!!!» Instead of cum through my pussy, them, tears came out squirting through my eyes. «Fuck!!» Even all the strength of my pussy muscles, of course, couldn’t hold back all the creamy jelly inside me: from between my uber-muscular legs, a steady stream of cum flowed. It would keep flowing just like that, a massive as the Mississippi river, until that giantess finally penetrated me and… made me unload it all!

Yet back to the penis: the strength of my tongue was enough to lift that monster off the ground, and once my palms met the throbbing surface of her semen bags… all world disappeared around me. Her heavy, powerful, ultra-virile sperm makers were hot! In fact, they were burning: smoke and steam burst from under my hands, which would have been burned to a crisp if not for my superpowered nature. At that moment, I think I could bathe on an active volcano and get off from it while a mild tan at worst.

Those balls were superior to such a raging volcano, however. Their size was—how do I put it—both massive yet perfectly proportional to the goddess’s huge body. They weren’t abnormally huge—depending on what you consider to be an “abnormality,” of course—, making the woman’s crotch look like some disfigured monstrosity, but instead they were two gargantuous, gorgeous seedmakers as big as ostrich eggs (actually, a litte bigger), and each as heavy as ten basketball-sized spheres made entirely of titanium. «By god! I can’t lift them!!» I tried to sneak my finger under her eggs, but couldn’t do it; the eggs were so heavy they were all but glued to the floor, making it crumble further as endless loads of heavy sperm were released inside them.

Filled with admiration and literally shedding tears of awe, I slid my tongue back and left her penis heavily and loudly fall back on the ground. *Slurpt!!* My tongue came back to my throat so hard I felt as if I’d been penetrated by that giantess already. However, there was no thud; no fall from the monstrous penis back on the ground. As I looked up to it, I realized the monster was dangling at a fifteen-degree angle in relation to the floor.

The goddess was getting aroused! Our bodies were finally fulfilling tier purposes! With louder and more frequent growls, the titaness tacitly gave us her command not only to continue, but to redouble our efforts. Veronica came back from her soul-shattering orgasms with a long bang—making the result of all her muscles nearly snapping at once—followed by a long and terrifying silence. Her whole body, once stiff and vibrating like a metal rod, melted on the African’s chest like a piece of molten cheese, and I could see the steam of her panting breath leaving her mouth and nose as she recovered her strength, looking so funny with her eyes rolled up and her tongue rolled out.

She too had an amazing tongue—more like a mouth-penis, just like mine—and she decided to make the best use of it on her “second round.” “I will make…” She took a deep breath, trying to stand on all fours on the African’s wide, muscular bosom. “I will make you cum… so much!!” She inserted her cunt again on Jamila’s left tit, making her grunt, and attacked her right breast with her mouth and tongue.

She was not kidding. I wondered where the fuck she’d got so much determination and energy from! The orgasms she had experience would be enough to take down an army of women and power all of Manhattan, yet there she was, crazier than I’d ever seen her before, sliding inch after inch after ungodly inch of her tongue on the African’s right breast, trying to wrap it all around its widest girth.

She failed, of course, but still it was an impressive sight to see her seventeen inches of blonde Barbie muscular tongue embracing and squeezing that enormous boob. She went to work with her fullest might, every muscle in her body stimulating that woman’s chest: her thighs throbbed and boomed as they squeezed gallons of milk of the left tit, her nostrils exploded with the milk her mouth gulped greedily from the endlessly squirting right tit, which her tongue worked out with all its ultra-muscular inches. The rest of her body, meanwhile, worked to divert enough energy to these activities, shaking and curling, bending and hardening like the pistons of an engine. She curled up and stretched out like an industrial machine, her abs bloating to over a dozen in her over-muscular, sweat belly, and her own tits exploded with so much milk on the goddess’s bosom that pints of it splashed on my face, soon contributing a great deal to the milky lake around us.

For every gallon of milk she squirted, of course, the giantess lactated at least four. There was no way in heaven or hell for any of us to come close to her—but that didn’t stop us from trying. Oh, no, it didn’t!

With my mouth free from her penis, I saw the monster rise and rise, ever so slowly, so hard to please, but already the most massive and mastodontic cock I’d ever witnessed in all my life. “Goddess!!!” I vocalized my amazement. “Your cock is like the penises of my past thirty lovers!! None of them was shorter than nine inches or thinner than two-and-a-half inches wide, yet your cock… your monstrous, muscular god-cock!… is already worth all their penises combined! Indeed,” I fondled that elephant-like phallus with my elbow, “I might be underplaying its greatness! You’re barely fifteen percent hard, my goddess, yet your cock is already over thirty inches long!” That beast grew and grew and grew, literally as thick as a telephone pole, yet the penis was barely a fifth of its full hardness, the veins pumping so much blood at such intensity and heat I could literally hear the heavy chugs inside them: *chuuuuug! Chuuuug!* “Damn!!” I was again overwhelmed by the multiple sensations. “Your balls!! Look at them grow!” I licked my lips. “You semen-filled, horse-sized stud!!”

Her balls bloated in my hands, almost crushing the tips of my fingers on the ground. The cracks, of course, they grew too, and my tongue rolled out of my mouth again, almost on its own, to wrap itself around that magnanimous cock once more. I was trembling with heat in every pore. The touch, the texture, the sensations of having such a god cock in my face, such titan balls on my hands… fuck! I was the most blessed bitch in the world.

“Ahee!!” Very wimpy and feminine, I growled. My tongue slobbered all over that prick again, with pints of saliva covering one tenth of its surface—but it was okay, it was fine; we’d have all the time in the world to worship that hermaphrodite diva.

I spread my fingers and laid my hands on those balls, pushing into them and squeezing them just to feel their absurd hardness. How the fuck was that possible?? They were both flesh and iron; just beneath their surface, I could feel the glanding throbbing and moving around, pumping unsurmountable amounts of seed around the testicles, yet at the same time I felt like touching a surface of iron.

I squeezed her right ball so hard I made my whole arm ripple and harden. Damn, my muscles looked good! Thick veins covered my arm just to give it enough strength to touch that mighty testicle, and inside it I both felt and heard the streams of jizz coursing so slow and powerful. The beasts made sounds like heavy chugs flowing along: *chug! Chug! Chug!* I could taste the semen in my mouth already, for that sperm was clearly the world’s thickest, and the goddess had clearly endless loads of it.

“Is that…?” I was almost speechless. “Are these your sperm cells??”

I could feel them! Like little tadpoles, trillions of them for every cubic inch of her virile breeding equipment, yes, I could feel her sperm cells literally swimming with their endless energy! The monstress chuckled—every chuckle a powerful grunt—and then I realized she was dying to show off to us, to tell us just exactly how superior her sack and her semen were.

But, alas, she was really true to her world: not a word, not a conscious movement, nothing. Just her body and ours, waiting so eagerly for us to make her groan!

Veronica was almost all sore and cramped as she worked out the giantess’s tits. I could see her muscles bloating and making painful noises, bone-shattering cramps spreading through her mighty mare-like muscles in waves of sheer agony, her mouth hanging open and her twenty inches of tongue shaking like a snake caught up on an electric fence, all because the pain and the orgasms were both so intense.

The monstress tits squirted milk as high as the ceiling. The whole room was hazy enough so we couldn’t see any further than a couple of feet away. The ceiling—whatever part of it remained intact and uncracked—drip with milk and sexual fluids. We were laying on a hot, steamy lake of sexual filth, and such lake wasn’t any deeper only because her palace was so great, and also because, well, we hadn’t even started fucking for real. Actually, we hadn’t even begun the preliminaries per se, for our host, our goddess, shit!, she still wasn’t even aroused!

“You damn… giant!!” With a burning on my chest, I unfurled inch after inch after inch of goddess tongue around her prick. “I will show you my power!” Faster and harder, I stimulated her balls, and those monstrosities rumbled, boomed, and throbbed with literal gallons of semen being dumped inside them by the second. The internal stream of seed made my hands tickle. I could feel the sperm cells both faster and angrier, with constant clouds of steam rising from her stallion genitalia, all because they were so eager to fecundate!

As I licked, sucked, and massaged her, I felt a slight bump on the balls towards my direction. The sperm cells were swimming towards me. «By the goddess! What power!!» I could feel their bloated, hard heads pressing against the iron skin of her testicles, trying to swim into my hands, piercing my body like mighty bullets of pure virility, fecundating me straight from my guts, piercing and thrashing me like instruments of sheer destruction. Those sperm cells, if unleashed on my stomach, would certainly pierce its walls and penetrate my insides just so they would get to my womb.

I felt the terror and the fear that came with being near a giantess whose power was beyond even her own control. I snuggled those balls much harder, applying a kind of pressure that would literally crush stones into dust; to the giantess, though, that touch was nothing but a breeze. “Mmrr!!” She hummer, so animalistic. “Mmm!!” Her pleasure was finally becoming decent. The sweat spread around both me and Veronica, getting lost in the much larger puddles of filth, yet all that effort, of course, was just to give that giantess the same amount of pleasure she would get by fingering herself for about thirty seconds. We were so fucking outclassed.

«My goddess!!» I squeezed her prick with my tongue, forcing the monstrous endowment much higher. The monster was now over thirty-five inches long and eight inches thick—as thick as the biceps of a very fit (if not over-muscular) dude, and growing thicker by the second. The veins made it look and feel even thicker, even harder, like the leg of a bodybuilder. My twenty-five inches of succubus tongue did their best to stimulate that beast, but it threatened to rip it from my mouth at every second. “Mmrr!!” The goddess grunter faster, faster, and faster! The ground cracked, our bodies sank, and the entire house trembled as she slowly, very slightly began to lift her crotch from the ground. Victory was near! I could feel it.

“Bull!!” I spoke with my tongue out. The burning in my chest was like a Californian firestorm: I wrapped thirty inches of python-tongue around that cock and made my best to add even more inches to it, but I knew I was nearing my limit. “You’re a bull!!” Changing my tactic, I unwrapped my tongue from that penis and instead guided it towards her balls. As great as they were, her testicles were not so monstrous as to overwhelm my now thirty-three-inches long goddess tongue: I lapped on those balls like a hungry bitch in heat, and then loudly, messily whipped them with the tip of my tongue, causing the giantess to raise her crotch even higher and yelp with agony: “mmm-uuuh!!”

Nah, it wasn’t a yelp, but it was so, oh-so close! Her lips were hardened. The muscles around her chin, flexed and hardened. She was suffering! She was now consciously keeping her mouth shut so that she wouldn’t concede defeat so soon. We, however, were ravenous! Despite all our inferiority, all the Grand-Canyon-like difference between our bodies, our power, our virility, and sexual potency to hers, we were still discovering more power within us than we’d ever imagined before—and this canyon, as large and unsurmountable as it was, was growing narrower by the minute. One day, maybe, it might even be just as small as the cracks on the floor and all over the walls (though I was very sure it would never, ever be shut).

With my hands, I pumped that god cock. “Fuck!!” I crammed my mouth all over her balls, feeling her heat invading all my face and her tadpole-like sperm cells trying to pierce it, swimming so hard against her skin and into myself. “What a stallion-sized dick! What a world-class pussy breaker! Fuck!!” I squirted milk through my tits. “To think of the legions of girls, women, and man you penetrated and deflowered with this monster toll… the countless wombs you bred with your mighty horse seed… fuck!! The whole towns you’ve fecundated with your gallons of seed… god!! I’m cumming!!!” My tits hosed milk, almost as if compensating for my hard-shut pussy. “I’m cumming with your power!!!”

My saliva dripped and drooled all over those balls. There was just too much testicle and too little ooze, though! I smacked my face, banged my head, and whipped my tongue against that heavy sack, and still I needed about five whole minutes to cover with my saliva. Her god-cock was throbbing, growing, standing proud now at thirty-eight inches of leg-spreading, pussy-tearing, womb-wrecking meat, and its angle towards the floor showed me that—finally!—the giantess was at least fifty percent aroused, or even more.

“Mmmrr!!!” Her fingers closed in on the floor. *Crack!!* Huge holes were formed around her fists. The veins both throbbed and expanded on her body, creating a powerful mural of full vascularity. «Hot! Fucking! Damn!» I found myself near another round of pussy-exploding orgasms as I saw that living sculpture gaining such tremendous hardness before me. She was beyond a goddess; she was the whole universe! The veins were usually as thick as fingers, and they sprawled over her body like mighty oil ducts on a land, transporting all the necessary fuel for her full, unbridled power.

Power. Power! What power it was! I felt the most powerful of those veins growing right under my own veins, giving her steel-hard cock a firmness unseen even in the world’s tallest, sturdiest mountains. With a motion as quick and sudden as a lightning strike, then… *bump!!* Her cock rose hard, and rose fully! My hands were almost burned by the sudden attrition, missing the cock for a bit as it stood completely upright, in a ninety-degree angle to her body, and then…

*BAAK!!!* We both jumped. The ground shook. I heard Veronica cry before I saw her body falling over the titaness’s head, and then writhe in pain as a huge red mark had grown in the left side of her waist. She was in so much pain she was almost breathless, yet I couldn’t be too worried about her once I saw the cause of her agony: the mighty penis, in its insane hardness, couldn’t be contained in a “mere” ninety-degree angle, pointing to the ceiling; its strength was so supreme that Jamila’s crotch could only pull the penis further and further and further, making it smack violently against her tits so hard that her entire body actually sank a little on the ground.

*CRAAACK!!!* Like the fall of a meteor, the ground sunk beneath us and the cracks grew wide and plentiful at all directions. Sections of the walls fell nearby; they were followed by large chunks of the ceiling collapsing: *boom! Boom! Pow!!* Her mansion was being eroded, pulverized like a sand castle, yet the goddess could only smile in that state, finally starting to feel a pleasure worthy of her size.

Her balls throbbed and roared like engines; I felt their insane heat on my tongue. Steam came out from under my tongue, the powerful semen inside burning so hot it instantaneously vaporized my saliva! “You goddess!! You monster of power!!” I ground my face harder against those monster balls, feeling her sperm massaging my cheeks. “God!! Please, my goddess, let me cum!” The juice was oozing through my pussy! Inside, I felt my womb drowned in girl-cum! My belly was bumped like it carried a four-month-old pregnancy, and the juices felt as heavy as a small melon stuck up on my cunt.

The goddess only grunted, however, with her lips trembling and her breath growing fast-paced and desperate. All around us, the crater kept growing: *crack! Crack! Crack!!* She kept clutching the floor hard enough to turn it into dust; whenever the stone was ground down to atoms, she had to grab a new batch again, and within seconds she turned it into dust. Smoke was rising from all her pores, and her body was covered by so many thick, throbbing, burning veins it looked like an extra armor of muscles atop her already god-like musculature.

The goddess was much, much closer than I expected! Greedily wanting to take her all by myself, I commanded: “cum! Unleash the mighty semen from these balls! I want to see you, my goddess, I want to witness you unload all the jizz from these mighty orbs!!” Reaching out to her prick on her abs, I masturbated it with my whole arms; my tongue, in the meantime, savaged her throbbing, bustling balls. “By god, how much semen to you have!! Fuck! These monsters are changing shape thanks to all the heavy juice you’re producing!” I pressed the tip of my tongue against her many glands, looking for the source of all that semen. “Fuck!! They’re like machines!! You’re producing cum like a fucking champion, my goddess!! More!!” I bit and battered those bull bastards. “More semen! I’m crazy for your cum, my goddess!! It’s only to be expected from a muscular mare like you!!”

There was a sound; a mighty, gooey sound coming from the tip of her daunting prick! As I raised my head (yet kept lapping those horse testicles with my tongue), I was awash with both excitement and disappointment, all at a very short span of time: excitement, yes, because I thought she had cummed; disappointment, indeed, for I saw it was a massive load of precum.

How powerful was that penis, honestly? Her self-control was beyond divine, and her virility was unlike anything nature could produce: despite being only in her lubricating stage, her penis unloaded buckets of precum with enough pressure to push Veronica’s body all the way to the wall behind her. My poor friend actually crashed on it, and a few pieces of the wall fell over her convulsing body, with the sight of the cracks growing and multiplying giving me almost mind-altering orgasms.

“Yes!! And no!! I don’t want precum, my goddess!!” I assaulted her penis with my arms; all of my muscles, especially my biceps and triceps, throbbed and rumbled just so as to give her a world-class handjob. “I want your fucking semen!!” Under my tongue, her balls roared! The giantess was forced to lift up her hips again from the floor, bringing my whole upper body up with her.

Yet I was ravenous and unforgiving: “I will eat ya!!” Standing on my knees, I gave those balls a crushing massage with my two melons, splashing milk all over them, making her crotch and her elephant-sized genitalia drool with milk like a fucking Niagara Falls. “I will fucking eat all this godforsaken semen!!” I added my elbows to that ball-stimulation, nearly squirting my womb out as I felt the vast masses of her semen nearly repelling my arms—that’s how strong they were!

With my face and arms now on her monster cock, I could finally give it the worship it truly deserved: crushing it with my hands, I wrapped with around with my tongue and pushed my face against it. With a coordinated, triple assault of forearms & arms, lips, and tongue, I blew it!

Out of nowhere, then, the giantess stopped lubing herself.

“AAAAAARRRRHHHHH!!!!!”

My heart stopped. Pieces of the ceiling fell in greater speed. The cracks on the ground grew, and all other sounds soon disappeared as the echo of her roar flew into the distance:

“AAAARRRHH…!!!”

“AAAAARRH….!!!”

“Aaaaaahhh….!!”

“Aaahh….!!”

“Ah….”

I was left speechless, frozen, terrified. That wasn’t the moan of a woman or even the roar of a lion; it was really like a monster the size of a mountain roaring at the depths of the deepest canyon! It was a sound that stirred up the very core of the planet, and around that mansion, from the many trees and vast forests of her property, every single bird took flight and fled in despair; every wild animal ran the fastest their legs could carry them, and volcanoes deep in the Pacific went off thanks to the reverb of her mighty roar on the planet’s magma core.

Her entire, massive body froze in the air, with huge, almost ludicrous holes on the ground around her arms and heels. She supported herself on the floor like a table. Every single muscle of her body trembled, vibrating at an incredible frequency, so fast and powerful it produced a hum that struck both me and Veronica deep in our very guts—a humming so intense and deep that, just like certain frequencies would crack glasses, it threatened to make our insides explode.

Her balls swelled. Those gigantic things were too heavy even for her leather-strong sack; they dangled down until a midpoint between her crotch and the floor, stretching her sack like an elastic. Inside, Olympic-pool’s worth of semen were added. The amount of sperm was so insane that even the hyper-concentrated nature of the fluid could no longer hold back the balls from increasing in size: once as big as ostrich eggs, the balls now swelled bigger, becoming almost as large as basketballs.

The throbbing inside them was constant and tireless. Even with my head away, I could hear the semen being pumped into the ducts like a fucking factory. It was both a hum and a pump; she had a literal machine clocking in sperm twenty-four-seven: *puuump! Puuump!! Huuum… puuump!!”

Just as I thought to attack that monstrous monument of virile breeding power, the monster woman lifted her legs high up in the air, bringing her whole lower body with her until she was backflipping and standing on the ground just by her hands, completing the backflip with a gracious motion to rival even the movement of the greatest of Olympic medalists. Her landing, of course, could only be so graceful: her tremendous weight added two craters to the floor, each over forty inches in diameter around each of her foot.

They were not the only thing forty-inches long in that scene.

There was a constant, powerful hum coming from her breast. The goddess stood tall, upright, perfect. Her muscles remained on the insane hardness they were just before her “moan,” and the veins were now thicker and more plentiful. From afar, I could see the blood flowing, nay, racing inside those veins. If one of them managed to be cut (by a helicopter blade, apparently), it would squirt blood like a fucking hose before her superpowered body shut it instantaneously.

The goddess raised one massive arm and moved her hand gently to her face. With her thumb and her index—both too brimming with fat, throbbing veins—she grabbed her glasses and took them out. “Fine.” She said, clouds of steam coming through her nostrils. “I will fuck you.”

She folded the temples of her glasses delicately with her fingers, only to throw them away one second later on a distant wall, shattering them to dust upon the impact, leaving only a few small cracks on the stone as proof of them having ever existed.

I gulped. With a thunderous roar from her hardening thighs, the goddess lunged towards me.

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A pile of men laid on the floor, making it very hard for Imelda to reach the inner quarters of her queen’s palace. «For fuck’s sake,» she sighed, jumping over the massive bodies with great difficulty. «Even for her, this is quite overdoing it.»

It was a sight she had gotten used to, though. The most beautiful, hard, muscular males were all gathered in those long halls, their naked and ripped bodies spread out on the floor, ready for the taking from any daring Amazonian who wished a good cock inside of her, yet the mighty woman barely paid them any, jumping over them and zigzagging between the mounds of their piled-up bodies while trying to not get lost in that massive castle. The rainforest added heat to an already heated place, and at times she felt like a turkey on Thanksgiving, cooking in a most unpleasant way.

The males were shivering. She spent some time stopping by some of them and gawking at their amazing, divinely sculpted physiques. It was not arousal, but rather admiration: while most women spent their entire lives without fucking a male at least 10% as attractive as the least attractive of the men in that castle, her Queen was able to consume those not by the dozens, not by the hundreds, but literally by the thousands every day. At points she even doubted there were so many of these men in the world, like such overwhelming amount of beauty was just a physical impossibility. «I guess the top 1% of males really is that hot!» She put her foot on the ripped, swollen abs of one of those studs, making him quiver with even greater pain than he already was under. «Damn, my Queen. Leave some meat for some of us less developed goddesses.»

On her calve, she felt a tiny hand fumbling her. Well, it wasn’t a small hand; behind her, she saw, was a 230-pound fitness model who commanded millions of dollars in paychecks every years thanks to his smoldering Latino-look and his Heaven-sculpted physique. His biceps were bulging as he moved so painfully on the ground, trying to get a piece of that woman. “I…” His voice, dark and deep as the depths of the deepest oceans, struck the goddess with some kind of fire; even with all her sexual abundance, those males were a temptation hard enough to resist. “I… Im… Imelda.” The gorgeous male squeezed her tight, but in that muscle he met nothing but the utmost resistance. “F-fuck…” His penis twitched and hardened. “It’s like… iron.”

The power-woman turned around and kicked him under his abs, right above his crotch. The male contorted and cried before she kicked him one more time, literally throwing him away like nothing. “Touch me again without permission and I’ll rip your cock clean with my teeth and eat it in front of you.” She wasn’t joking; her face was fire and fury; no one would ever dare cross that woman. “Any of you.” She turned around, challenging the literal piles of uber-muscular fitness gods to a fight. “Feeling strong and haughty? Then come at me and test my muscles.” The goddess flexed, feeling the power surge within her veins; her muscles barely rigid at all, yet already harder than any of the muscles of those super studs around her. “I’m not in the mood for used, fucked up flesh today. A goddess such as myself deserves nothing but the freshest meat.” She licked her fat, dark, wide lips and smacked them, making a pop rumble throughout the halls. “The meat our Queen is having.” In the distance, very faintly, she could hear the moans and gasps of the dozens of men still strong enough to take on her royal; there was a long walk until she got there, and the Queen—judging by the lack of her own roars—was barely having any effort taming those haughty males in her abode.

“You.” She leaned down to a man and grabbed him by the balls. The daunting penis of the man flopped in and around her arm, its tip reaching halfway to her elbow. She cared not for the impressiveness of that dick, which was so fat she could barely hold it until her finger met around its girth, and measured a daunting eight inches while completely, absolutely, outrageously soft. “Up, up!” Without a care in the world, she pulled the beast up, bringing over three hundred pounds of muscle into the air by the waist while the man squealed and cried like a pig. “Get all these dudes out.” She kicked him, and the man’s ass, spanked by her mighty foot, crumbled and collapsed as if its muscle was made of clay. “Come on, pig!” She kicked him again, time and time and time again, and one final time so hard that the body of the man, muscles everywhere, flew many feet away and crashed against a wall, whimpering and crying as a blood dripped from his groins—not blood due to her treatment, though, but the Queen’s many, many hours ago. “I want this place clean off useless flesh. We will be getting your services once more again… soon. For now,” she clapped, and her claps literally made the stained-glass windows crack, “out, all of you! Back to your quarters! Get some rest, regrow your muscles.” The stepped over many puddles of blood, many of the penises drained out of so much cum that their balls had receded into their own crotches and the dicks were forced to ejaculate nothing else but the liquid of their veins. “Fuck, you’ve been specially fucked, I see.”

Some of the men had absolute terror in their eyes. They latched on to the ground like cats about to fall from the trees, even though there was no threat at all to them—well, maybe not entirely; the entire castle was trembling and quaking oh-so-faintly, courtesy of the bloody Queen whose cunt never stopped teaching those males a lesson in virility. “What…?!” Some of these men, with blood dripping from their eyes like tears, looked up to the tall, virile female, and gasped: “what are you?”

Imelda put her foot over his head and crushed it. “I’m god.” She raised her foot and brought it down with fury. CRASH!! The ground underneath the man’s skull cracked, and the rest of the body of that muscular giant squirmed like an insect’s after it had its head crushed by a stone. Uncaring and cold, she raised her foot again, and one more time brought it down. BAAAM!! The cracks sprawled from the small crater, and the man’s skull was drilled about six inches into the marble, his eyes finally shut and his body no longer moving.

Puffing steam through her nostrils and laying her fists on her waist, the goddess made her way through the pile of males, counting the steps until she arrived at her Majesty superb love room. The height of those walls and piles of men were an impressive sight; everywhere she went, there was literally more flesh than stone and, if her Queen ever wanted it, she could easily build a palace solely with the bodies of her fucked up lovers. “Your bodies would be the bricks.” She said out loud, to herself, fearing no shame in being heard. “Your cum would be the cement.”

She looked around those piles of males and counted them just for fun: “two thousand, five hundred and sixty-eight… two thousand, five hundred and sixty-nine…” She stopped by a new pile, where at least fifty men must surely have been laying, one atop the other, a huge mess of fuck-drunk, messed-up males looking like they were beaten and trampled upon by a horde of bisons. “One, two, three…” Quickly, pointing at each piece of ass, she counted indeed a total of fifty-eight men in that one singular pile, adding them to her overall score: “with these five hundred and seventy behind me, that’d make the whole sum, mm…” She touched her chin and raised her eyes, thinking for a second. “Alright, that’s two thousand, six hundred and twenty.” She sighed. “And this is barely one third of the castle. Fuck, my other girls must be having hell in counting you all lazy asses.” Walking again, she laid her hand on the mass of beaten males and dragged all the cum in their sweaty bodies on her fingers. The massive loads of cum dripped on the ground, forming a trail along her steps, and the semen formed huge piles on her hand as she fumbled those males. “I’ll have to order at least five thousand of you every day until you recover.” She took her hand off those walls of virile muscle and brought it to her face, smelling deeply the scent of that sweet cum she had in her palm—a whole Evian bottle of warm sperm. “Mm… mm.” She closed her eyes and walked more slowly, feeling all the details and variations of that nice, generous load of testicle juice. “Gotta give it to you: you are some fine pieces of ass. Mm, mm!” She brought the palm to her lips and slowly started to lick the cum and drink it like a cat. “This is some quality nut.” She looked again to the virile broth and saw it was so thick that it barely attached to her tongue; she had to eat it if she wanted it inside of her. “Goddamn you males!” She stopped by some men and gave their hard asses one powerful, assertive slap. “Your cum is specially high quality today!”

Walking like nothing was going on in her mind, she began to eat the cum like a cake. Three big bites was all she needed until the cake was over; she enjoyed the semen for as long as she could, finding special pleasure in bloating her cheeks with that tasty male juice and yawning like dental care, then gargling on the semen before swallowing it and feeling its thick, viscous content descend inch by inch on her throat until it filled her belly so hot and good. “Mm, mm. Oh, god, that’s some good semen!”

The woman sent the semen from one cheek to the other, experiencing the wild range of flavors contained in that heavenly load. She yawned very slowly, activating all her billions of cells in her super sensible palate to evaluate the genetic quality of that semen—down to every individual male that had come in there. “Mm, mm. These are twelve different men. Their loads range from moderate quality to very good quality. Mm, mm. Fine breeders, you are, though not of the finest kind. Your penises range from eight inches to a nice fourteen inches when hard, and your testicles, mm… mm… your testicles can cum from a little cupful to a XL Coke bottle of semen. The thickness and consistency, mm… that’s kinda lacking.” The goddess lifted her head slowly and, without moving a muscle in her throat, let the warm jizz slide into her throat, flowing slowly until it mixed with the big load already in her stomach. “Your semen is still liquid, my studs, which is far beneath the semi-solid mass of a real good cum.” Far from cleaning her lips, she reveled on their smears: she licked her palm, kissed it, sucked it, and then she sucked every single one of her thumbs down to their bases, making sure that not one drop of that filthy broth was left wasted. “Fucking hell, you’re a B-class type of studs, and still you all taste so good.” Her hands freely slapped the hard, massive asses of those muscular stallions, making many shiver and grunt while they simply tried to sleep. “I do not know where my Queen finds so many of you. Ever since we conquered this land, we’ve had over a million of your kind, and still we need more to keep our furnaces well fed.” She laid her palms on her groin, feeling her womb throbbing. “Oh, fuck. I’m horny.” She looked around the place, seeing if any of those wasted man was of stellar fucking material. “Today… I will make babies.”

The males tried to touch her and worship her everywhere she passed. Even with their eyes closed and their ears bleeding, they could literally locate her by the power of her walking; her feet stomped the ground with a strength to make it crack, and the walls rumbled as the windows cracked—some of them literally shattered—all under her mere stroll. Many tried to pull the thin, silky robe she wore over her body, trying to uncover the formidable mountain of muscles that she was. Their faces were met with skull-cracking stomps, and their breaths were almost extinguished under her brief, but terrifying fits of rage. Imelda was much less forgiving than her majesty—a necessity, maybe, for an Alpha female who nonetheless was still not at the very top of the pack; in order to survive even her Queen, she needed to be ruthless, whereas the majesty could afford the grace and the humility only available to the truly safe, the truly secure.

«That bitch. Where is she?» She cracked her knuckles and tried to keep her anger in check. Those piles of men were getting too old already. The length of the walk unnerved her. She wanted to breed now, yet the distance from her breeding ground was really getting to her nerves. «Where is that bitch hat breeds hundreds of studs without even telling me about it?» Her ropes grew apart in her body, revealing more and more of her musculature as she strolled at a faster pace and released steam through her nostrils. Enraged and pumped, the power woman was a force to be reckoned with. «My bitch! My Queen! Where the fuck are you?»

She turned around a few hundred times before she finally arrived at her destination: in the anti-chamber of Her Majesties quarters, a sight of absolute delight. “Hello, studs.” The men who weren’t already standing stood up at once, their combined movement making a rumble that would be scary and terrifying anywhere else—but that, in that place, was barely audible under the ferocious spanking, banging, pounding, screaming, and crying that was going on beyond the portal into the Queen’s bedroom.

Ignoring the sound, which had indeed become so commonplace as to be imperceptible to her, Imelda focused instead on the power beasts around her, and she feared not giving them as generous smile as she approved everything of what she saw. “I see. As always, she has left the finest for last.”

“My lady Imeld-”

BOOM! The room quaked. The fucking and banging going on in the bedroom stopped for a little, for even the Queen herself heard that violent sound, only to a second later resume fucking as if nothing had happened.

The man who had dared to speak was now on his knees, his immensely gigantic body shivering and quivering like a naked lamb on the cold, his massive chest weaving, her breath leaving him, and his mouth finally opening to let out a huge stream of puke. Bloorsh! The puke splashed on the lady’s ropes, giving her no anger at all. With one foot, she stomped the monster’s skull, and his face was sent banging against his own puddle of vomit so hard it cracked the ground beneath it.

Imelda looked around. The massive, beautiful males were shivering. No word was exchanged, no look other than hers, for even the tallest men began to lower their heads and avoid their gaze—all but maybe two or three of them. «The bulls,» she thought, smiling wider as she left the beaten man behind. That guy who’s just puked was a 7ft3in-tall, 450-pound muscle behemoth whom, prior to be called into the Queen’s harem, used to fight crazed beasts in the wild, protecting villages for a price, and who had infamously wrestled a bull into the ground in under than seconds and snapped his neck like a toothpick, and now he was there, on the ground, quivering and almost crying after a single punch of Her Majesty’s confidant.

The great lady walked calmly and lazily by every man, stopping by every once and then so she could feel their muscles and fumble their genitalia. She said no word; there were only motions: the woman stopped by a stud who was a whole foot taller than her—a 7ft9in tall beast of a man—and whose over-muscular frame absolutely dwarfed hers, when he was the one who shivered and cowered, turning around obediently as the lady rolled him by the hips. “Amazing musculature.” She laid her lips on his right flank and started to eat it, to consume it, licking and coating it with her saliva as her hands fumbled both his gigantic, plentiful abdominal muscles, and his lower back. “Come here, stud.” She turned the guy around aggressively, pushing him against the wall and making the entire chamber quake again, with the guy panting as she pressed her hips against his massive, round hard ass, and them giggling her hips on the crack between his glutes almost as if she had a penis, feeling her own vulva finally moisten and swell and give her the beginnings of a splendorous pleasure. “Ooh, yeah. Yeah, baby, baby good!” The turned the guy around again, laying her left hand on his abs and pressing him against the wall. “What a good horse you are.” He raised her right hand to the man’s face. Another thing there was rising, but she paid it no attention—yet. She grabbed the man’s cheeks and turned his head from side to side, seeing his heavenly face in all its splendorous, young, beautiful glory, and realized that the massive stud—a beast who weighed over 500 pounds with under 5% body fat—was merely a 19-year-old youngling. “You’re are nice breeding slave. Oh, god, look at these.” She put her fingers into his lips and forced them open, and the men began to pant quickly, almost as if dying inside. “Oh, what good teeth.” She turned the man’s face and kept prying his lips open, evaluating his perfect white, shiny teeth. “Protruding canines, almost like a wolf.” She let him go, stepping back to see him in his full glory. “How much cum are you able to produce, slave?”

The man weaved. His eyes were moist, almost tearing up. He looked to the other men, who looked at him to give him confidence, reassuring him that the dark lady wouldn’t do anything too aggressive if he was wise. Gulping painfully, the beast spoke in tone deeper than the Mariana trenches: “my lady…”

“Drop the niceties.” He looked sternly up to him. “No ‘my lady’ bullshit. Just tell it as it is.”

The beast crossed his superb, massive arms under his back, trying to hide his shivering and his nervousness. “Mm, my… uh…” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “A barrel.” Imelda lifted one eyebrow. “I can ejaculate a barrel of hot seed.” He looked down to her master and made a very, very foolish move: “you would like to…?”

A hand. Just a raised hand. One raised hand and that’s all that was needed for the giant to shut the fuck up and the entire room to fall into stillness—thought not “silence.” In the bedroom beyond the large, golden door, indescribable horrors were unfolding, with the final men of the Queen screaming for mercy as she consumed them like they would never be consumed before. Imelda tried to not pay attention at those sounds, knowing full well they reflected a power that she would never truly, truly have.

The woman—the goddess—heard many stretching noises on the room, and her smile became more malicious, if not more loving. “You boys enjoying yourself to my body?” She stepped further back, turning from side to side slightly, taking the lighting of the room into account so that the men could see the absurd profile of her outrageously muscular and curvy body from under her robes. “I will rip and devour the penis of any man who’s fully heard.” She closed her eyes and pointed forward. “Except this guy.” She opened one eye and looked at him. “He’s the only stud who’s allowed to be hard during my presence. Every other male will be emasculated if you disappear. This is no place for horny teenagers, after all.” She ran her hands down along her sexy profile, highlighting the ridiculously muscular, thick, sensual figure of her titanic body. “Alright, my studs. Don’t disappoint me, will you? I really don’t want any blood today. Alright. Three… two…” She waited a little longer. “One…”

She turned around and opened her eyes. About twenty-eight men were in that room, and around her she saw twenty-seven semi-hardened cocks. A few of them—the Bulls—were actually fully (or almost fully) soft, with only four or five men coming really close to me outstanding hard. “Oh, my, my.” Her smile now became beaming, for she approved a great deal of what she witnessed.

The biggest cocks known to mankind were there, in that room, and the offering for the night was surely one of the finest the Queen had ever assembled. Imelda feared not in displaying her raging arousal, spreading her legs up, like a cowgirl amount to mount her horse, and letting the strands of umidity flow down her uber-muscular thighs into tiny puddles around her feet. In front and around of her she counted twenty-seven outstandingly massive penises even when “just” semi hard, with the hardest ones belonging to the weakest males, and the softest ones to the finest of the finest meats of the Queen. “I’m impressed with you Bulls.” She looked at the three males who remained mostly soft; only one, however, dared to look her in the eye. “Leonardo, aren’t you?” She spoke to that one male, and the place rumbled as he reflexively (daringly?) flexed his muscles. “Oh, my. Aren’t you one gigantic beast.”

The stud, while soft, was already the biggest member in the room: between his legs dangled an appendix of such impressive, monstrous proportions, that even the other males kept their distance from him, already respectful of the monster’s obvious status as Absolute Alpha of the group. The monster raised his chin and dared to face the lady as a superior, not as a mere servant, and the noble picked up on his challenge, laying her fists on her hips and throwing him a scorching one-sided smirk. “Arrogant horse. Before you even get the chance of gazing upon our mighty regent, I will destroy you.” She turned her back from him slowly, yet already she could hear the beast gulping, his nervousness beginning to show through his hastened, pacing breath. “Your eighteen-inch-long soft penis mighty be already as thick as an arm, and you may have fucked over 15,000 women before you were ever recruited; and I figure that your fecundity is, indeed, hella impressive, with every single one of your women becoming knocked-up even when you used industrial-scale condoms, and even when they were on the pill (and even both together!), and that you have bred them with an average of two children each, resulting in an offspring that is literally 30-33 thousand strong… however!” Powerfully, she flexed her chest, her arms, and her shoulders, and all the males there either gulped or shivered upon seeing the massive expansion of her muscles, so fucking strong that even her lose robes threatened to be ripped by them somehow. “You will realize that all the world you thought was your own out there… all the planet you thought you ruled over, because you are such a massive, powerful stallion…” She giggled. “All that world was a mere training ground to this castle. To us! Your Queen and your regent.” She stepped back towards her eighteen-year-old muscle giant, whose massive cock rose past his bellybutton; nothing less than an outstanding 24-inch pillar of manhood. “Let me get warmed up for you first.”

The poor stud was trembling. As the hands of the woman touched his penis, a massive broth of precum spurted out of his immense urethra, bubbling up in a gooey, steamy mess that immediately filled her fingers and covered the entire gigantic surface of his monstrosity of a cock. Instead of being annoyed, the woman cooed, looking up with great pleasure and approval to her beloved stallion. “Such a young horse already producing so much of this virile juice.” She smacked her lips, stretching her jaw slowly and sensuously. “I know you’re young, and I know you barely fucked, like, 200 women before coming here. It’s natural, my stud, but I must urge you to contain yourself.” If the cock of the stallion was impressive, his balls were even more so. Despite having a 24-inch hard cock, his manhood actually looked disproportionally small compared to the testicles that powered that beast: dangling as low as his knees, his milkmakers were literally as gigantic as American footballs, managing to outflank even the mighty Bull whose cock remained the softest of all cocks in that chamber.

It was precisely those two superb seed-making machines that Imelda slapped like a dominatrix, and it was precisely those slaps that made the stud cry and almost collapse on his knees before the goddess. Imelda put one hand on his gigantic abdominals and pushed him back, literally cracking the wall behind him this time. “You can cry. It’s okay. I know I’m too much a woman for you.” She cast a sly look behind her, seeing if all man were still soft. “Remember: a penis goes hard, a penis gets chopped.” The belly of the giantess literally roared, and the chamber was filled by the sound of a feline hunger. “I’m serious. One of out favorite punishments, as you might know, for the very worst offenders of this land—the rapists, the serial murderers, the worst of corrupts, and all that manly vermin of the Earth!—is to take off their pants, bite off their cocks raw, and then… oh!” Her pussy grew more swollen and harder. She was lubricating like crazy, but that was still barely even the beginning of the beginning. “We eat those cocks raw if they are appetizing enough. If a criminal is more hung than eight inches, we fucking dine on his genitalia. Normal minds can barely comprehend the pleasure that is to bite the cock of an odious man and feel the semen squirting out of his balls just as we chew on them.” She turned around just a bit, caressing the massive cock of the youngster with one hand; not jerking him, but mostly just grazing him, making him even more afraid and nervous than if she was actually pumping his dick for raw seed. “It’s just like fruits, honestly: biting a testicle of a well-endowed male, you see… the real good part…” She licked her lips and shivered, the waves of pleasure taking over. “The fattest part of the testicle… damn!” Her eyes rolled. “If you do it right, you now, the juices squirt out into the walls, even the ceiling. Oh, god, it’s good to eat the genitals of a male whose done nothing but harm to society, and so I’ll eat yours too, indeed, if you dare disobey me.” She turned around quickly, as if to catch some man on a weak spot, or as if to answer a question nobody actually made: “‘But what crime have we commited?’ You might wonder. Well, no crime. It’s just that we can do whatever we please, so, if you’re feeling daring…” She chuckled. “Try me. Test my patience. It sure has been a long time since my stomach has had actual cock for dinner, not just the juice.” Out of nowhere, then, the beast woman gripped the cock of her stud by the crown, and the poor male just moaned and groaned while his hips twerked like a woman’s and his massive ass literally cracked the walls further with those movements. “If you can’t resist what I’m going to do to this stud, close your eyes and shut your ears, because… yes, I admit: the arousal of my body subduing a big beast like this wonderful horse here…” Her other hand caressed the superb pecs of that ultra-massive breeder. “It is one hell of an arousing sight. Now…” She turned her face again to her male, who was sobbing under her touch. “Oooh, baby. Mommy’s hurting you like this, mm? Like… this?”

With her hand on his cock, she performed a twisting motion which immediately brought the giant to his knees. The goddess grabbed the giant by his neck and pushed him aggressively against the wall, crushing the stone and making parts of the wall fall on into the ground. “I love younglings like you. The feeling of mastery and domination is just something we cannot get from any of these other studs. Now, my darling…” Pumping his crown, she felt the jets of precum hitting her bosom and absolutely drenching her robes. “Fear not. I’m not gonna fuck your for real.” She licked her lips. “You are too young for that. You… are meant to feed me cum.” Opening her mouth, she lined up her lips on the steamy, boiling urethra of the teenage stallion. “Now, darling boy… cum.”

A single motion. One simple, lonely squeeze, and that was all it took for the “inexperienced” stallion to cum harder than a herd of horses. The room was filled by the liquid sound of thick, hot seed travelling through the breeding cannon of that prized stallion. Before the woman even performed the action, the males were already apprehensive, trying their best to contain their raging arousals. Once she did it, though… they almost lost it! «Focus!» They thought to themselves, closing their eyes and even breathing as little as possible so that not even the smell of that teenager’s supreme cum enticed them to nut on their own.

The woman merely squeezed the underside of the teenager’s massive helmet with her fingers, her gigantic hand forming an O around the penis, and promptly twisted her tight squeeze on the penis, making her fingers vibrate very tenderly at the very end of the movement. The young bull released a deep, growling grunt of earthquake power, and the entire room rumbled as his seed began to flow.

The silky, velvety fat lips of the dominating demigoddess enveloped the exploding cum cannon, and her seal on the prick became something that the young stud had never felt before. With explosive ferocity, but also panicky incontinence, the teenager was shocked to feel all his self-control and will power drained throughout the most painful, embarrassing five seconds of his live: the cum, which at first came out in controlled bursts, slowly gained ferocity and intensity until the young man was not only nutting with his full force, but far-and-wide surpassing any force he had ever cum with before. «DAMN IT!!» His mind panicked. A glimmer of hope, however, beamed within it: «FINE!! WHORE! TAKE IT!» His gigantic, super-massive, super-veiny arms shivered; he wanted to grab that woman’s head and push it down on his cock, yet he didn’t know if he’d end up with both arms still attached to his torso afterwards. In doubt, he merely thrust his hips upward, penetrating that woman’s endless hole with the power of a bona fide human breeding machine. «TAKE ALL MY GUNK!!»

The teenager was immediately shocked and flabbergasted by the… incredible… indescribable, really… the goddamn divine seal of the woman’s lips on his cock, which no woman had ever managed to blow at all. You see, that stallion’s cock was literally horse-sized. No, cut that: horses have, on average, sixteen to eighteen inches of a fully rigid penis, whereas that young man displayed a full twenty-four inches of manhood—a two-foot-long cock! His girth was similar to that of the flexed biceps of a world champion bodybuilder, making his supreme genitalia not only long, but massively, inhumanly fat.

It was exactly that beastly, demonic genital that the woman ate up like it was nothing. With the squeeze of her mouth on his prick, the young man literally blanked out for two seconds, and if not for the woman’s one hand against his abs, he would have collapsed on his knees with a generalized failure on his leg muscles.

The game was on.

Liquid burst after liquid gunk resonated on the room. The trhoats of the men were shivering, their apples moving up and down, just like their cocks, the discomfort and the pain of that young man’s torture striking their nerves on a very personal, intimate level. As the teenager regained his consciousness and returned to grunting and moaning, the males all closed their eyes and shut their ears, trying their best to resist the famed emasculation of those stallion-like giantesses.

«What delicious, savory cum.» The woman tasted the seed, and it was wonderful. It wasn’t just the consistency that struck her cunt with pleasant, agreeable sensations, but the sheer volume of it. Looking up to her quivering, spasming male, she smiled, not letting a single drop of his cannon loads even drip through her lips.

She was eating as much cum as a hundred horses unloading their seeds straight in her mouth—with a difference: whereas a horse can cum for only as long as fifteen seconds, that guy just… kept going. And going. And then going some more. With loads as fat and thick as a human arm, the goddess relaxed her throat muscles completely, making sure that the massive train of jizz had uninterrupted passage straight into her belly, where it splashed with the most phenomenal sound ever heard by those men: *splooorsh!!*

“B-by G-god…” One man covered his mouth and shut his eyes. If the goddess had heard him, she would punish him later. That torrent of jizz was far too good, far too holy for a massive woman like her to deny, and she would drain that stud’s super balls down to their latest drop of seed, to the point that he would need weeks to ever nut a single load again.

As the seconds rolled on, the sound of the man’s spurting became more aggressive, downright scary. Bigger and badder-looking studs turned their ears to the young, spasming male, wondering how the fuck could a cub so young nut such legendary loads of man juice. Without any extra effort, indeed, most of the penises in the room began to go down, down, down, for the feeling of being surpassed by a pesky teenager was the cherry on top of the cake of humiliation those men had continuously been forced to ear since their recruitment by the merciless Queen.

It’s not that the load was massive; it’s not that his balls were powerful, heavy, and lively; it’s just that it kept going for so! Fucking! Long! «Jesus!» The biggest, baddest male of the group—Leonardo!—was the only one to face the scene with his eyes opened, and even he, atop of his pedestal of uber-masculinity, could barely resist getting his cock semi-hard and shutting his eyes from time to time so that it didn’t sprout fully hard against his abs. The other men who got a glimpse of his manhood, oh… their penises went fully soft on the spot. It was already humiliating enough to have an eighteen-year-old with balls literally as big as American footballs and a cock longer than an average arm, but to see that this man wasn’t even the biggest, the baddest, the manliest of them… fuck! That was just too much to take! As the men looked at Leonardo, they wondered “fuck! How the fuck can a monster like that exist?!” As Leonardo looked at the teenager, he wondered “fuck! How the fuck a monster like that…?!”

He wasn’t referring to the man, however, but the woman. *Glurk! Glurb! Glunk!!* The sounds of her swallowing became the most terrifying thing in the room. The cum machine that was the man’s penis was muffled by her ferocious gulping, and then a new stage of that terrifying blowjob began—one that would see the teenager be completely destroyed, down to his very spiritual well-being: readying her muscles, the goddess shut her eyes and prepared herself. «Very well, stallion. I see you can literally cum a barrel.» Her belly was somewhat bloated by the tanks of cum she had swallowed, but it wasn’t nearly as big as it should have looked considering the terrifying amount that actually left that prick. In fact, seeing her like that, one would wonder where the hell was all that cum going to!

The goddess had her tricks, and the teenager’s body wasn’t actually a true breeding machine he himself was led to believe it was. Hers was. The woman’s. The giantess’ body. She was the true breeding machine, and she was now going to show that gigantic teenager… what a real woman was made of.

Her right hand left the stallion’s abs. His whole body began to shiver and contort, his muscles flexing and bulging as the wall behind him cracked and crumbled, and huge rocks fell from it on the the ground, the cracks spreading through the walls, along the floor, and the poor young man beginning to quiver like a girl, his moans growing higher-pitched—still masculine, but betraying a femininity that would completely overtake him. “Aaahee… aah… ooh…” The god crushed the walls with his hands, trying his best to not push that woman’s head to the very base of his balls. “Aaaheee!!!” His moan got really feminine. The woman knew it was time.

Her arms were crossed behind her back, and the outrageous form and hardness of her ass became really apparent as she bent over a little and ate a few more inches of that dick. Ten inches of monster cock were penetrating her, the loads being shot unforgivingly inside her throat. As the gigantic testicles of the stud rose higher and higher, their pumps sounding like Buddhist gongs echoing through the Himalayas, the beast-woman chuckled for herself, ready to utterly annihilate that man’s masculinity. «Try not to fall down, okay? Oh, you will fall. Just… try to last a little longer than the last teenager I fucked, alright?» She looked up to her male, who in turn had his face spasming like an epileptic, his eyes rolling to every direction, his lids twitching and his cheeks shivering like a terrible computer glitch, his face looking like a really badly-animated character model going haywire on an old computer. The goddess slowly placed her right hand on his monstrous shaft, which was so ungodly thick that an average woman’s fingers would never be able to encircle it fully—an average woman, that is. «Look how he trembles.» There mere touching of her fingers around the massive breeding pole caused the monster to spurt and ejaculate fatter, louder streams into her mouth. «You’ve never met a woman who could hold your breeding stick fully, have you?» Barely applying any pressure to the dick, the goddess just slurped and gulped on it… until it was finally time… to kill her fucking prey.

The monster began undoing himself before she did anything. The feeling of her two hands on his ejaculating fuck-stick was already… something… so utterly pleasurable, yet so deeply terrifying that he felt it as coming straight from hell itself. That woman…!! That ungodly, hellish beast…!! Was it true, everything everyone told him about her. «C-can she literally kill a man… by giving him a blowjob?»

One second later, he figured it out: the room trembled with the burst of a sound wave so powerful its walls cracked and all the men—literally all the males, Leonardo included—hugged the walls or covered their cocks to protect themselves from that unseen threat. They felt it in their own loins, so much so that the promise of keeping their member soft was broken almost completely: out of those twenty-seven massive stallion, only Leonardo and five others managed to not grow their dicks into full hardness. All other men, with their hearts now almost exploding through their breasts, were losing their breath and their damned minds under the terror of being touched by that woman’s spirit—a jerk-off, you see, so bloody powerful that they literally felt it in their own massive dicks! «Did she… d-did she just touch me right now?»

One of the men—the weakest, meekest of the stallion—went a degree further and straight-out ejaculated in the room. The other men were shocked upon seeing his massive, messy jet just burst forth from his steamy urethra and give that room a shower like never seen before. Walls, curtains, and MOBILIA were all rained by the stud’s superb ejaculation, which was like a very potent hose turned on from his balls. “Oooorh!!!” The poor male rolled his eyes and collapsed on the ground, turning his hose of cum to the marble and cumming a literal pool around himself. His pain was felt within the breasts of all poor men who heard his cry; even Leonardo, who was such a stud he was almost divine, a demigod amongst children, had to gulp and look away as the beast came uncontrollably in the middle of the room, the pool of cum now reaching up to three feet of diameter around him. «Pathetic,» he thought, although he felt he was not so above that poor comrade as he would like to believe.

The goddess ignored all that. She was just too focused on killing that one teenager with orgasms before she could rip her other victims apart with the power of her muscles. What she had done, indeed, was solely focused on that one man’s pleasure, yet the power of her tactic, going far away and beyond anything any human could even think of, struck the entire room with nothing short of a stellar, reality-bending type of energy.

The teenager’s strength was drained from his legs. For a split second, indeed, before it was all gone, he felt his guts, his stomach, his liver, and all his lower organs moving towards his prick, and then sort of liquefying and being squirted out through his urethra along with his cum—or rather, sucked out brutally by the now-ferocious throat muscles of the inhuman goddess. A split second later, his sight literally blanked out—and it did not return. “Goh-!!” As he opened his mouth, he felt his voice dying, and then his hearing disappeared along with it, with only his sense of balance, smell, and space awareness remaining, enough for him to feel his knees hitting the ground and forming two massive crater around them.

His entire body froze up, and then began to grow. The other man, covering their mouths, saw the teenager gain even more volume and mass, to the point that the ground kept cracking and sinking even though there was no other movement at all from the ground man. The veins in his body, which were already insane in their number and shreddeness, now sprawled and multiplied like living snakes. Leonardo himself raised one eyebrow and nodded respectfully to the young man’s physique, recognizing in him the genes of nothing less than an absolutely superb male specimen. «This bull, with a little training, will literally become the top breeder of the universe.» His muscles roared, almost in response to a challenger. «Curse you. If she doesn’t kill him, I guess I’ve met my worthiest rival yet.»

The young stud kept growing as the goddess kept doing whatever she was doing to his prick. What was astounding was that, following that one, single movement she performed, the goddess now remained as immobile as the youngling, her muscles perfectly controlled, her body still the same frame as before, only her throat and belly moving as she ate up insane amounts of gunk from that super boy’s testicles.

Speaking of testicles… holy molly, the beasts were huge! They were already the size of American footballs before, but now, resting on the ground, the giant seed makers were so enormously bloated and hyper active that they seemed… to be getting!… even bigger?! «What??» All men—Leonardo included—couldn’t resist looking at the teenager’s testicle and feeling a little inadequate, wondering how a single man could sport a pair now as voluminous as two basketballs. It wasn’t even the volume which called for their curiosity and shock, but their outrageous, inhumane mass! The balls were so visibly solid and heavy that the ground was literally cracking underneath them, the cracks growing wider and longer at every throb of the mighty orbs.

The beast stud kept his mouth opened, with his eyes almost popping out of his skull, but now sound came from his breast. He was voiceless, and everywhere around him he just saw perfect darkness. It was only the beginning of his utmost suffering. «W-what… what is that…?!» What was that he was even feeling, he began to wonder, but even his mind seemed physically shaken and stirred inside his brain; unbeknownst to him, yeah, his woman was masturbating him down on a molecular level.

«I want you to get a taste, young man, of what I and my Queen have dubbed… quantic blowjob.» Imelda kept performing her masterpiece on the guy’s dick—an act of such outrageous power that it really cannot be describe here, in these quick, unworthy sentences. «Your body is now changing on a subatomic level. If I so want to, I can literally crack your bones and bleed out your organs without lifting a finger.» She squeezed both of her wrists crossed under her back, making sure to emphasize that whatever she was going to do to the young man, she was going to it with her mouth and tongue alone. «Now feel, my young stud… your sexual, physical, mental, and ultimately physical… annihilation.» The young stud began to feel a fire of demonic vermin consume him from his loins and upwards, an orgasms of such tremendous power he literally felt like burning from inside out.

«W-what…?!! What…??!» His mind, when it thought of anything, could never go beyond this simple, single word. Slowly, but quite visibly, steam began to burst through his very power, and the massive super stud, with his muscles now reaching their fullest size, realized that his blood was literally boiling.

What Imelda was doing now was nothing but the most basic thing a woman was expected to do in a blowjob: to suck and, well, actually blow. Her throat muscles were moving. Her lungs were sucking air. Simply put, the woman had started to actually blow that stallion away, yet the power of her blowing, as well as the complexity of her muscular movements, went far beyond what should even be physically possible. That was the blowing not of a human, or even of a superpowered earthly creature; that was the blowing of a goddess—and the woman was really, sincerely just getting started!

Her most aggressive movement—the one that threw all the men off guard—was to simply repeat her first squeezing-and-twisting of the cock, but now with both hands. Granted, she had used all ten fingers of her hands, which later she would admit to have been “a bit of an overkill,” but the act itself was just that: one hand squeezing and twisting the cock just under its crown to the left, and the other doing the same on its middle to the right, both hands twisting in opposite direction while the fingers vibrated at the very end of the motion.

To the young stallion, though, that thing was a revelation. Just as his knees were buckling and his sight was disappeared, he saw very clearly a shiny beacon on his hips, illuminated like a golden statue of his massive genitalia, with all the veins in his body sprawling from it and highlighted by a very blazing, scorching red. «By… God…!!!» Were his only thoughts before his sight (and his sanity) kissed him bye-bye and he began to collapse into the ground.

The goddess did no other motion on his cock after that one. None whatsoever. Her hands were not only still, but completely lose, grazing only the very tip of the cock’s skin, as if to remind the man that “yes, my darling, mommy’s still in charge of your penis.” Aside from that, her body was pure stiffness; not a muscle in her moved, at least when seen from afar; not one fiber in her changed, which spoke volumes about the goddess’s inhuman level of self-control. She was a woman who could literally control every single cell of his body and command it to her will, and she was using this monstrous, demonic power to now torture her youngster into both sexual bliss and insanity.

Here’s the deal: the goddess didn’t move on her exterior, but her interior muscles… oh! They were not only massaging or sucking that cock; they were ripping it! The young man shouted and roared within his mind, his soul now becoming a pure cacophony of orgasmic sounds, as he felt his hips being pulled up from the ground and his mastodontic prick being sucked deeper and deeper into the throat of that super woman—and what a fucking throat she fucking had!

“Gasp…!!! Gah…!!” His mouth occasionally produced some exasperate sounds, but that was most that it could make. Everything else was stiffness, stillness, and pain, with his super muscles shivering and trembling as if he was about to be literally implode. “Garh… gorh…!!!” Saliva began to drool from his lips, and his tongue slowly rolled out along with it. The other men were gradually more shocked upon seeing the many inches of that man’s kisser, almost as if a pink, snakeish salamander was leaving his throat. «Holy fuck!» They surely thought. «That ain’t a tongue! That’s a fucking anaconda!»

The stud’s tongue, dripping steamy saliva all the way, rolled down to the man’s pecs, and then further down into his upper abdominal muscles. Overall, twenty-six inches of tongue now laid exposed and resting on his torso, with so much saliva bursting from the stallion’s mouth that, in a few second, his entire torso was shining under the bath he was giving himself. His saliva formed a big puddle around his gigantic ass, with his thighs having swollen to literally the girth of a Greek column.

His hips kept being pulled, time and time again, by the gradual and unceasing sucking of that goddess’ innards. Within herself, pressing back against her muscles just as hard as they pressed against it, the woman felt the full hardness of that penis, the absolute girth and monstrous length of it all conquering her, dominating her, penetrating her almost as if she was the passive one in the relationship. As the massive, fist-sized helmet of the super prick burst through the entrance of her stomach, she rolled up her eyes and shivered. Finally, finally! The goddess was experiencing her first real orgasms.

«Yes! Yes!! Yes!!» Her hips twerked. Her gigantic, mega hard muscular bosom danced, and the penises of the men grew insanely harder upon witnessing the jiggles of that super monstrous ass—the two most perfect, most divine butt cheeks that had ever laid their eyes upon. «Now this is a fucking cock!!» The goddess raised her ass and squirted on the ground. The men could see her juices just splashing against the rock like a fucking hose. They weren’t the only splashes she had in store: as the minutes rolled, more splashes followed. *Boom! Boom! Boom!* Some of the men stepped back and averted their gazes, shocked to see a woman cumming as if she had a strong hose embedded deep within her cunt.

Little did they know that the beast was only warming up her cunt, those splashes being barely enough to be considered a proper squirt for her. «This stallion is a fine quality breeder with the potential, indeed, of becoming one of the strongest, sturdiest males in all the planet. Still,» she looked up to the man, who was sort of dead, but still sort of alive, his muscles being an absurdity in size and bulk and rigidity, «that’s still only that: potential. This youngling has a long way to go before he deserves to truly dominate my steely womb!»

Still, the goddess couldn’t help but to be caught up off guard by sudden and unexpected bursts of pleasure, like one which saw her vulva spread out much wider and her womb blast her vagina with such a maddening volume of loads that the goddess literally had to pin up her hips like a bitch and hose her squirts like a fucking machine: *blooorsh!!!* Her juices literally washed over the body of that one collapsed dude, whose ejaculations had been so strong they formed a puddle five feet wide and three inches thick of pure cum around him. Her squirt managed to beat his spunk in volume, thickness, and heat in a mere five seconds. Flabbergasted, the other males felt their jaws drop as they saw that single woman literally flood the place with her sexual juices, making all of their feet know the insane heat of her nectar as it blasted off stronger and stronger from her cunt.

The pleasure eventually subsided and the goddess, always with her hands crossed under her back, returned to sucking and pumping and outright ripping the dick out of her stud’s hips with her throat alone. Knowing she had reached a limit at that position, she moved her legs and jiggled her butt, almost like a cat about to strike. «Calm down now, now, now.» She told the guy, but only in her thoughts. «Mommy’s gonna be… little rougher now.»

She spread out her legs, like a crab, and stomped the ground with her feet. *BOOM!!!* The entire room shook while about a third of its windows and glasses exploded—not only shattered; fucking exploded!—with the shockwave of her stomp. Massive cracks sprawled to every inch of the place, and the entire surface of the room, on any direction one looked at, now appeared to be covered by dark spider webs, the scale of the destruction only increasing as the goddess applied force to her feet and slowly, oh-so-very slowly, began to squat up from her position.

The hips of the super stallion were brought up from the ground, with pieces of rock falling from his gigantic, oversized, mega ripped glutes. The goddess loved the extra effort his gigantic, titanium-hard mega testicles forced her to put into the lift; she rarely felt her horse-sized legs to get so much exercise when fucking a dude, and the fact that she was experiencing such tremendous effort from none less than an eighteen-year-old was beyond fascinating; it was truly fucking arousing. «God, I feel like a little girls again! Fuck!» She gargled. She literally gargled a little! «This stud is so big, so powerful, so heavy that I… I…!!» She turned her eyes to the sides, seeing her feet sinking on the ground, the cracks growing insanely, the entire place rumbling as if it was about to collapse. «I’m on cloud fucking nine!!» Her pussy honored the male with potent jets straight to the ground, blasting it with such force that, yep, they managed to crack the floor a little. «Alright, little darling. Time to come up with mommy!» Tired of those cheeky plays, however, the goddess returned to sucking him in earnest.

Her gigantic thighs, seeing only in a silhouette beneath her robes, boomed, bustled, and exploded. *Boom!!* Her muscular power, when rising, created shockwaves that whiplashed the men’s massive torsos, chiseled pecs, and impeccable physiques. *Boom, boom, blaam!!* That was beyond power; that was insanity; and all their cocks—except for, maybe, Leonardo’s—were not hurting them on their torsos as they pressed against their abs and throbbed while becoming harder than they’d ever been—harder than iron, harder than fucking steel! «C-control yourself, Leo.» The gigantic mega Alpha of the room felt his breath out of pace, with beads of cold sweat finally forming atop his forehead. «P-please. No. You c-cant… t-this c-can’t…» The mega stud finally moved, cleaning the nervous sweat our of his forehead. «T-this c-cannot be possible»

The entire body of the Amazon grew as she lifted that stud from the ground. The balls of the teenager, a truly impressive sight, remained firmly on the ground, sinking even lower as their weight somehow just seemed to grow, but the goddess’ ascension was unstoppable as she squatted up with graceful ease, all the weight and power and sheer hardness of that stallion barely enough to make her even stop for a second and regather strength. She just kept rising and rising, and the stud kept cumming and cumming, with his sack being stretched and pulled from the ground as his hips literally stood many feet above it. The goddess uncrossed her arms from under her back and placed her palms on the giant’s buttocks. Two powerful loads of squirt splashed on the ground, sprinkling on the body’s of all shell-shocked men in the room. «Damn, ain’t these glutes a wonder of the universe!» She fumbled those glutes possessively, feeling in them nothing less than pure muscle. «Absolute titanium!» Adjusting her posture a bit, she moved her palms upward on the giant’s bottom, then firmly held him by his upper glutes and his lower back. «Alright, stud. I want your massive, ejaculating donkey deep as deep as my guts. For that, I’ll need to change poses a bit, so… be ready. Three, two, one, and…!!»

The room shook as the goddess effortlessly—really fucking effortlessly!—lifted up the entire body of the stallion of the ground until he was all above her. The head of the stud, completely stiff along with his neck and torso, literally banged against and cracked the wall behind him, leaving a crater of cracked stone behind as the goddess lifted him, then pressed him once again against the wall.

The head of the monster hit the ceiling, then cracked it as the goddess pushed him higher and higher, making sure that his hips were at the exact same level as her face. The woman rolled her arms around his thunderous legs, and the hardness and volume of her muscles became great enough to start tearing through the silk of her ropes.

The men were… dead. Almost. They sure wouldn’t stand that situation for much longer, of course, if things kept getting that much hotter. They just couldn’t believe (or accept) the insane hardness, definition, and size of that woman’s arms. They were “god!” Some of the men muttered, and their knees cracked the ground as their bodies collapsed and their penises began to erupt. “This woman… if fucking god!!”

Bursts boomed in the room. Their penises unloaded. If that first man had an impressive ejaculation, it could hardly even begin to compare with those that followed; the first man had a “mere” ten-inch-long hard cock, whereas those stallions ranged from twelves inches to an astounding twenty inches. The tip of their monster cocks reached way past their bellybuttons, with the most endowed of them cramming his pussy-breaker smack in the middle of his gigantic pectorals. Their balls went from as big as apples to almost as large as grapefruits, and their weighs were impressive enough to make audible “booms” every time these testicles contracted and sent another massive load of jizz flying through their cocks.

As they ejaculated, not an inch of the ceiling immediately above them went unscathed. The jets spurted with glorious might out of their horse-sized genitalia and, once it splashed, so powerful and loud, into the ceiling, it literally made it rain thick, steamy cum all over the place. Leonardo’s body, along with all other semi-nude stallions in the place, started to get drenched in their rival’s cum. None of them really minded it. Despite the cascading fountain and the squeals and screams of those men who had fallen, they still only had eyes for the impressive dominatrix, whose musculature, they felt, wasn’t even starting to get warmed up.

Their impressions were correct. As the woman embraced her stallion’s gigantic legs, she smiled to herself, feeling his tremendous weight like a plume. «Let’s see… wow. You weight over a literal ton, my stallion!» She looked again to the youngling’s beautiful face, which was nonetheless almost fully buried into the ceiling at that point. «Such a model look, such a baby face, yet such literally equine weight!» She spanked the guy’s legs, pushing him further against the wall until it ceded and caved under the pressure. *BROOOM!!!* A giant crater formed around him, and large pieces of the wall fell immediately after the woman’s push, with her sending his prick to the very depths of his being, eating him up with such gargantuan power that the beast managed one deep, short-lived roar out of his breathless lungs: “ROOOAARR-OOOHHH…!!!” It was an immensely pained, hurtful roar; one that made the men still standing grab their cocks again and squeeze them, trying so hard not to cum.

“Is she…?!” The whispers, at that point, were almost inevitable. They all thought that the woman wouldn’t hear them, of course, given all the cumming and the screaming of the other men now on the floor—they were wrong, of course, but their punishment wouldn’t arrive until the cock-eating lady was done with her little filly. For the moment, then, the shocked men muttered: “is she pregnant?”

It was easy to forget, throughout all that terrifying emasculation, that the teenage stallion was cumming nonstop. Once in a while, the men could hear the powerful sloshes of his cum bursting so mightily from his prick. In fact, he wasn’t just cumming like a stallion, ejaculating like a herd of breeding bulls, but he was indeed fecundating an entire planet—or so he felt—with that amount of seed that his testicles produced. His seedmaking glands rested right beneath the woman’s massive, gigantic, out-of-this-world breasts, and as they throbbed they made a brutal massage on the woman’s abs, allowing the stallion to indeed feel her muscles for once.

«GOD…!!!» His mind, already electrified, died and was reborn more times than anyone could count. His hypersensitive, gigantic testicles throbbed against her abdominals, and in there they felt the most masculine, virile sat of muscles any living creature could flaunt. That woman was a fucking man—of course, in raw muscular power only! It was mind-blowing how she could sport such an impressive, lively, and hot pack in her belly, almost as if all the bodybuilders in the world’s had died and reincarnated into a single, perfected set of abdominals. Her muscles were… «GOD!!!» He cried in his mind, and his jaw-dropped face began “eating” through the marble above him, his face pressed deeper and deeper into the ruined ceiling as the woman performed her demonic destruction of his genital.

His penis had penetrated her throat and her stomach fully. Only a few inches remained outside of the woman’s mouth, and his girth was such that her lips were like an anaconda’s mouth as it swallows an ox whole. It was almost too much cock for that woman—until she giggled and shrugged that girth away, gagging and gargling on the penis just for fun, allowing his overabundant cum to flow almost to the tip of her nostrils before she “inhaled” it back into her throat, the waterfall of cum inside her body being the most amazing experience she had in weeks! «I want to savor this moment, stallion, before I dominate your cock completely.» She looked down to her beautiful bull’s genital in all its remaining glory; its veiny, throbbing, thickening three inches outside her mouth being the symbol of another superman she would destroy and shatter. «You’re too young to experience that, in my opinion: the humiliation of a woman eating up your full genital. Once stallion, now humbled. Like all men, you bet you would never find a woman who come even close to making your penis feel anything even remotely close to that, let alone the full domination by a single female. Sadly, my beautiful teenager… my boy and my son…» She looked up to him again, seeing the tears dripping from his chin, «I will have to destroy you. Rules are rules, and legends are legends: there hasn’t been a man whose ego I haven’t annihilated, and you won’t be any difference.» With her muscles rumbling, she prepared for her final push. «I ask for your forgiveness, my man, for your manhood dies… now!»

The three inches went inside of her, and that was that. For a rare, almost harrowing moment, the room fell into the deadliest of silences, and then everyone felt the semen bubbling up in their own balls as the body of that teenager, like a virile balloon of muscles, grew bigger and heavier and harder, as well as redder, like a scorching piece of iron on the furnace, come the final inches of his prick swallowed by the merciless lady. Two other men fell on their knees, and as the ground cracked their penises exploded, the ceiling and their torsos showered by the unending cum their more impressive balls produced. This time around, the two stallions were big-time fecundators: one had balls literally as massive as pears, and the other, almost the size of the biggest grapefruits. «Pathetic,» the goddess pondered, paying them no more mind as the teenage penis penetrated her guts.

To a lady who measured almost seven feet in height, it was an honor for any cock to reach the entrance of her guts, let alone penetrate it. The stallion, indeed, didn’t go any farther than burying half of his helmet into her guts, but that was already an achievement literally only other six guys ever matched. «This one, when he grows up…» The goddess almost “burped” inside of herself, caught by surprise by the unending loads of that superhuman horse. «Damn it, beautiful! You a’gonna be a prized pussy breaker, huh?» The goddess crammed her head deeper into the cock, burying her face on the stallion’s titanium abdominals, and a few more inches of the god managed to conquer her cocks, spurting the unending loads this time straight into them.

From the outside, it almost looked as if there was no more space for the woman’s belly. She wasn’t fat—oh, not by any stretch of the definition, but she was definitely bloated, like a woman mid-pregnancy, with her belly growing, and then receding at every few seconds of so by the terrifying loads of that stallion inside of her. «My metabolism is kicking today, huh? After all this load, I should have spurted some of it through my nostrils.» The bubbling, boiling semen surely made its way up her nasal cavities from time to time, but she could keep track of it and control it oh-so-casually. «My body roars! My blood boils! Fuck me, this cum is hot, hot, hot!!» Losing a bit of control, the goddess propelled her mare-like legs forward, making her thighs boom and roar like engines of a powerful race car, and then pushing the poor teenager against the wall so hard that… *BOOOOOOOM!!!!*

A whole four feet of the wall—two feet in every direction—collapsed as the crater under the teen’s back deepened by a couple dozens of inches. The massive stallion body was drilled deep into the wall, so much so that the cracks now reached the very foundations of the building, and the entire wing of the castle trembled as the woman power-blew that penis into oblivion.

From the other size of the room, an authoritative voice made sure to keep the situation in control: “by the gods, Imelda!” Everyone in the room—literally everyone: Imelda especially!—seized up and froze in their places, at least only as long as to hear the next couple of words: “you having a hellish amount of fun, I can sense!” One of the man, gasping and moaning, collapsed on the ground, cumming straight on his own face as his forehead banged the ground and his titanic, monstrous 23-inch cock ejaculated a whole bathtub of boiling semen in the room. None of them expected to hear that voice so soon, and none of them even dreamed it could be so… holy! «I-i-is that…?!» All the minds raced into a single checkpoint: «the Queen?»

Imelda stopped sucking. Despite the shivering and the trembling of her stallion, who was now unloading the most epic jizz of his live straight on the woman’s gut, she stopped everything she was doing to turn her gaze at the golden door and wonder, in terror, whether she had gone too far or not.

Her mind was racing. Despite her hating to admit that, there were now two Imeldas battling for control: one being the usual Imelda, haughty and imperial, and the other… the other being… one… who… «fuck!» Even she didn’t want to admit to herself, to accept this nature she worked so damned hard to suppress. «T-the Queen… is she…?!» Ignoring the cum, Imelda gulped, and the young man’s semen as a result flowed even deeper within her intestines. «Is the Queen angry?»

Thankfully, she was not. Quite the opposite: “hey, my love, just try to be, uh, a little less intense, okay, ‘cause your fucking is making cracks even inside this room, and I can’t fuck my own men at any decent strength like this.” She laughed, and then the room was filled with joy and levity. “As much as I hate to admit that… let’s take it easy, okay? This castle is undeniably of shoddy construction, at least in these high floors.” There was something of a sigh, followed by a moan, followed by very masculine, manly grunts—the squeals of the men she had by the dicks and balls. “If we both fuck hard at the same time, we will collapse this entire wing. Just make sure to tone it down a notch, okay? Okay? Fine. You can go back to fucking this stallion.”

The sound and air only gradually returned to the room, like everyone was suddenly waking up from a dream. «W-was that… her?!» The remaining men could barely believe it, but even as their souls burned with passion and adoration for that heavenly voice, their focus was drawn again to the superhuman woman who returned to savagely fuck and blow and rip that stallion’s cock once more; her entire body now turned into a fuck-machine of rage, frustration, and desire. «Why?!» The woman asked, pumping that prick with the power of the gods. «Why does she have to be so… perfect?!» With the brutality of an aggravated lover, she intentionally began to coax the semen out of the stud’s balls with her inner muscles, the entire length of the super cock now pumped and drained from all its seed.

“OOOH…!!!” The beast roared; just as quickly as they burst, his roars quickly died out: “OOOH-OOOH-OOOOH…!!!!” Imelda felt his semen stretching her guts out like party balloons, the ferocious eruptions of that cum reaching a whole new level—one that even she was surprised to discover. «Ain’t you one powerful heck of a baby horse, huh?» With her thirst redoubled, the goddess pumped her body deeper into the cock, her forehead now blasting a hole on the man’s abs—not literally, of course, but… honestly, it was very close. The gushing of the semen straight into her guts was… oh, god, how would she put it? «Fucking amazing!!» The eyes of the powerful woman glimmered, with the orgasming stallion barely realizing how much he pleased and amazed his dominatrix. «This beast… oh, god! Is he getting too powerful for even my body? My holy, unbeatable metabolism??»

In all of existence, there had been only three males who’d managed to out-cum that woman’s metabolism; three massive, mega Alpha males whose appendages produced and shot more spunk that even that woman’s body could hold at any given time. All of these males were over twenty-five years of age, which she came to think was the bare minimum age any male needed to be in order to have a shot at her—bur then there was that stallion! That god! That teenage super stud whose cum was not only filling her up, but gaining ground on her intestines and making her anus twitch in anticipation.

The goddess saluted him with another salvo of squirts, an event which was becoming all-too-frequent in her orgasming body. Within her mind, even the brief anger against her Queen disappeared and was replaced for a deep arousal—some would say admiration!—for that young breeding bull. «A barrel my ass!» The goddess increased the power and intensity of her muscular motions, powersucking that cock now with great gusto, treating that youngling no longer as a servant or a slave, but as a full-blown lover. «Liar!! Who could believe you came so much more than that?!» Unwrapping her arms from his powerful, horse-sized legs, she grabbed his supermassive throbbing testicles under her even-more-massive breasts and… and!… crushed them!

“UUUUUH…!!!” The bull roared briefly, with pieces of the ceiling falling as the goddess crushed and massaged his gigantic, oversized bull testicles. Her hands could barely cup even a third of each of those eggs, so enormous that they were, and the semen of the stallion was literally bubbling inside of them, so much and so hot cum that the goddess could picture a billion streams flowing like rocket fuel inside those titanic gonads.

«Huge! Huge, huge, huge!!» She flexed her abs, and now her muscles too were joining her hands in the massage and stimulation of those massive super balls. «Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so goddamned huge!»

The other males, shivering and trembling, could barely believe what they were witnessing; not the power or the size of the stallion, no, which they had grown somewhat used to; it was actually the intensity of the woman that got them flustered, as if only now they had seen her invested on a sexual partner, and the fear of that woman just grew to no end inside their breasts. Even Leonardo, who was almost as big as that stallion while not yet even aroused, gulped and shivered upon witnessing Imelda like that, doubting even his own ability to take on a beats like her. «Is she even a woman anymore?»

The room continued to be undone as the beast woman pushed the stud deeper and deeper into the wall, power-sucking his cock with ferocious madness, crushing and worshipping his balls like a religious fanatic near her god. «Your power is fucking amazing!!» Crushing him deeper and deeper and deeper into the stone, the goddess took her time to look around and see almost all the males defeated and fainted, only about ten of them remaining on their feet in the room. «Pathetic. This stallion here beats them all without a sweat. Only Leonardo, maybe, is worth his grain of salt. Everybody else is a petty, useless eunuch!» With inhuman power, the goddess crammed the dick even deeper in herself, her face now buried so deep on the man’s muscles that the young stallion roared once more, then blacked out, the power of her fucking so raw and unrestrained he didn’t now whether that was pleasure or agony which he was feeling all the time.

His semen kept ferociously gaining ground on the woman. About half of her intestines were filled and stretched by the junk. «By the gods, he came a small lake inside of me!» Regaining a bit of method to her insanity, the goddess slowed down her external movements a little and held the gigantic balls more firmly in her hands, appreciating their size, texture, hardness, and full-blown energy. «Fuck. These testicles… oh, god! They are bigger than American footballs now, almost as big as two fat, heavy babies. Oo-la-la!» She squeezed and massaged the balls, desirous to feel every bit of power they contained. «The semen flows at an unending pace. His prick is now a literal firehose in my guts, unloading about five gallons of this massive semen at every second, and not slowing down for anything in this world!» She tried increasing the pressure on her cock, crushing every inch of it inside of her. Her throat, her belly, her guts, all of her coalesced around that cock to give it the most hellish squeeze it even faced, yet the monster penis barely reduced his outflow of spunk at all—on the contrary: it just kept shooting and shooting and shooting at a maddening pace, its spurts becoming so fast (and the pauses between them so negligible) that the woman now felt as if the stallion was cumming one continuous, unending load inside of her.

Her eyes opened up wide and her eyebrows went all the way up in her forehead. Her body was rocked with shivers not of her own power, not of her muscles flexing, but of her sincere, submissive arousal. «It c-can’t be!» With her pussy gushing and dripping a mad amount of viscous cum, she felt a fire rock her hips and briefly take the power of her legs, and her entire body hardened as a massive wave of multiple orgasms took over her. «It can’t…» The semen flowed up to her nostrils. It exploded from her nose, smearing the stud’s abs and her own face as she opened her mouth even wider and let out a painful “oooh…!!!”

In the room, even the most clueless of guys raised their eyebrows and looked at each other in utter disbelief. “Did she just… moan?”

Yes. Yes, she did, and she did not stop at a single moan. Soon, an eruption of cum burst volcanically from her pussy, the power and hotness of that girl-semen so intense that the room grew foggy with its steam. The ground was flooded with her literal pools of ejaculatory lubricant, and only the plentiful cracks on the floor managed to keep those juices at an acceptable level. If the ground were clean and solid, those juices would have risen up until the very ceiling, drowning everyone in that unholy chamber of sex.

«THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING DICK I HAD IN AGES!!!» The goddess opened her eyes even wider, not wanting to miss a single second of her own body being undone by the superior sex god. «JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, WHAT EVEN IS THIS?! THE CUM IS OVERFLOWING IN ME!! OH!! OH, GOD!!!» She saw and felt the semen spurting out of her nostrils, two long and fat threads of boiling his bursting from her nose and blasting the abs of her super stallion—who, in turn, only shivered and crumbled as his own mind was beyond passed-out at that point. «HOLY FUCK!!! I’M FUCKING CUMMING!!!» Her pussy kept unloading gallons and gallons and gallons… «I’M FUCKING CUMMING, JESUS CHRIST!!!»

Two more men fell on their knees, feeling their hands and legs burn under the thick, gooey juice of that woman’s scorching vagina. “It’s… it’s…!!” They penises began to “pathetically” eject loads and loads of semen into the miss—as “pathetic,” of course, as penises as larger as twenty, twenty-two inches could ejaculate. The men who were still conscious lowered their heads into the pool and began to lap on it like kittens, drinking the steamy cum that the woman produced. “My god!!” They looked up to their counterparts, who didn’t know what to make of their humiliation. “It’s… it’s…!!!”

They wanted to say it was good. No, beyond that: it was the best fucking thing they had ever taste in their whole lives, but before their minds could form any coherent thought, their penises spoke for themselves, and the result were several massive, muscular men quivering and twitching on the flooded ground, throwing female cum all around, orgasming and ejaculating like horses in every direction, spraying the ceiling, the walls, and the body of their comrades with literal gallons of super cum. They were driven mad with orgasms, and not one of them recovered or was able to get another single gulp of that pussy juice—a single cup of it was apparently enough to fry a man’s nerves, and the remaining eight studs wondered if it was a good idea at all to remain in that place or if it would be a much better idea to just jump through the windows and flee for their fucking lives. «When we were called,» Leonardo gulped, «we weren’t called for her, for this woman. We were called for the fucking Queen!» His eyes gazed upon the golden door, the only part of that room which hadn’t been cracked or creaked or outright destroyed by the power of Imelda’s blowjob. «The power of the Queen is said to be leagues ahead that of any woman on Earth… even Imelda.» Shivering and gasping, his breath now completely out of pace, the gigantic stud began to feel his ass relaxing and his guts churning, almost as if he was about to shit himself like a scared monkey. «If this is what Imelda can do, then what… what…?!» Deep inside, he already knew the answer for the question he was barely able to make: «what can the fucking Queen do?!»

As the legs of the teenage stallion hanged over the woman’s massive, wide, and strong shoulders, shivering with every spurt of cum his balls propelled into his cock, the woman tried desperately to squeeze his balls against her abs, never satisfied of that hung boy’s massive glands. They were just so fucking divine, you know, his massive, supersized balls! «Oh, goddamn, these balls!» It’d been quite a while since the woman had seen testicles so massive, so shapely, and so bloody powerful. «They are two engines in this guy’s crotch!» The super balls, however, rocked back-and-forth, near-and-away the woman’s body as she released them and was forced to grapple the beast by his buttocks again. If anything, though, his glutes were a worthy replacement. «Round and hard, pure muscle for these cock-craving hands!» She went wild, moving her throat back-and-forth at the same pace of the guy’s ejaculation, looking like a machine gun of blowjobs as the guy spurted cum at crazy speeds.

About seventy percent of her intestines were overfilled with hot male seed, and the steam of the abundant semen began to appear from her twitching asshole. «Oh, my fucking god, it’s happening!» Her mind went fucking bananas! «It’s fucking happening, at last!» Despite the insane power of her metabolism, which was able to convert cum into energy like a plant does sunlight, the eighteen-year-old bull was more powerful by a considerable margin, marking his territory on her insides like a general marching with his armies over the enemy field. Inch after inch, following the quasi-continuous stream of his arm-thick loads, the young man’s semen conquered the woman’s guts, making sure to stretch them to their very limits before claiming another inch and stretching it just the same. His cum was an avid, possessive liquid; the powerful, unyielding jizz that only the mightiest of superhuman breeders ever possessed. «This stallion is already among my top five cunt-fuckers of all time, and he’s gaining rank fast!» Making her own muscles burst with power, Imelda carelessly pressed the boy once more against the wall, this time sinking his gigantic body on it completely, so hard and so fast that his balls formed two enormous cracks under that even more massive crack around his back.

That wasn’t all the destruction: as the balls throbbed, sending jizz after jizz after jizz into their master’s cum cannon, the cracks grew and the pieces of the wall collapsed. They were like two drills making holes on the wall. The goddess adored them! «Fuck! Jesus! I can feel these babies throbbing against my abs!» The two balls, though, which could so easily crack those marble walls, had barely any effect on the goddess’s belly other than very relaxing tickles. «Oh, god, this is so wonderful!» She moved her belly up and down, side to side, always looking for a perfect spot, almost like a lover telling another where to scratch on their back. «Jesus, this is so fucking good!» Meanwhile, the spunk just kept coming. And coming. And coming and coming and coming. In her belly, she felt the complete fullness of a jizz that now only was voluminous, but was actually becoming denser by the second.

In fact, given the amount of seed that young boy had ejaculated, one would expect the woman to have exploded or, considering that her body was indestructible (which it was), one would expect it to have grown to the size of a tenis court, but none of that happened. Instead, had tummy had ballooned to the size of a six, maybe seven-month-old pregnant lady, and there it remained as the woman ate his dick into her own guts and allowed him to ejaculate straight into her intestines. Past that swollen point, her belly didn’t grow any further. There was a key, after all, to her cum-drinking method. «On one side,» she thought rather calmly, now accepting the new level of the god’s ejaculations as if her biology had grown and improved to accommodate it, «there’s my metabolism, which is literally god-like.» The woman giggled as she stopped the flow of cum through her nostrils, regaining absolute control of the guy’s cock without relenting an ounce in her power. While the poor boy squirmed and further destroyed the wall with his muscles, the Herculean lady thought about the myriad of cocks that had met her fury, as well as the myriad of poor men who’d been emasculated by her thrist. It was a number far too great for normal minds to even compute.

«I hate having to be discrete about it, but even for ladies like us, well, some rules must be respected.» She closed her eyes and sighed, all while taking entire bathtubs full of semen into her guts. «Technically speaking, I was a minor when I lost my virginity.» She giggled. «Actually, I was six years old when I took my first mates, which is really quite awesome, coming to think of it. Sadly, of course, even I have to shut up about it so as not to give pedophiles any wrong ideas. Yes, yes, I was six years old when I fucked my first man… but I was also six feet tall, three-hundred pounds, and overdeveloped in every way a woman could be: breasts, ass, thighs, muscles… you name it, I had it all. I was also a 340 IQ beast of a lady, so it wasn’t as if I was some innocent pretty darling who was utterly clueless about the universe.» As the goddess thought about herself and her own divinity, her orgasms slowly subsided. Her body was getting far too used to that stallion’s orgasms, which wasn’t a very good thing. «Damn it. I’m cancelling my own pleasure by overthinking things. But, anyway, what am I to do? I really am fucking perfect, after all.»

Changing positions for a bit, the woman startled all by suddenly throwing herself back and literally slamming the stud on the ground. It was so fast, so sudden, so unexpected that… *BOOOOOM!!!* Everyone, even the might Leonardo… *BOOOOM!!!* They all fell or were pushed away by the shockwave created by that kung-fu-like movement, with the woman literally slamming her man’s torso against the ground in one swift motion. What was more amazing was… *BOOOOOOM!!!* that she did so without actually holding his body with her hands. His cock on her throat was all that she needed to do that backflip, and as she herself collapsed with her back on the ground, creating such a massive splash of the lubes that literal waterfalls of female cum (and smaller parts male semen) exploded through the windows and rained from the towers as if god was squirting upon the mortals. It was some truly amazing display of power! «Okay, where was I?» The goddess felt the waves of her own cum splashing against her body, that new position having sent the cock somehow even deeper into her. «Ah, yeah, my first men. I was six years old when I grabbed my first set of cocks and drained them for all their worth. Ever since then, well, I never stopped. Five men a day met my cooch, and five men a day were utterly humiliated until I grew a bit bigger and graduated to bigger and more plentiful studs. I gotta confess that I wasn’t too hard or too experienced back then: even a single men took me about two hours to defeat, with a gangbang of five gigantic studs being enough to overpower me and even tire me out!» Her suctions became both harder and more numerous as the teenager stud roared and wailed above her, her body reacting subconsciously to her memories, almost trying to compensate for her perceived weakness. «It was only after about 2,300 men that I truly mastered the art of sex, and that I became a truly unstoppable machine of fucking. Since the age of twelve, hell, no man has ever been able to even come close to tiring me out, and from them all my life has been a ceaseless, endless fuck-fest in search for the perfect stallion, the godly male who would once again make my pussy feel the pleasure of utter submission.» As she felt the cum gaining ground on her intestines, the goddess smiled, yet her expectations remained in check after so many years (and hundreds of cocks of experience). «This guy might be this man, but he needs time. A lot of time!» Even if he grew up to become this superman, she reasoned, it would already be a disappointment compared to her. «He’s eighteen-years-old already. At his age, I had fucked and annihilated over half a million men!»

Buckets and buckets of cum invaded the Amazon, and she couldn’t help but to grow a little bit more of the it all. «Fuck. He’s losing potency. Or rather, he’s literally just passed out, so even his body isn’t exactly experiencing the pleasure of fucking in its fullest.» Maybe she was getting just too distracted about her own past to get fully invested in that task, her stallion having fulfilled most of his obligations towards her body. «He is one amazing lover and possibly one of the strongest men alive, yes, but for the moment I guess I’ve seen it all.» She even opened her eyes and looked around, seeing the devastation and destruction they have both wrought into the place. «I wonder if I should just… well… end it all now.»


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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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