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A lady giantess drinks the fruitful offering of her massive alien stallion

I was too distracted by that delicious, elephant-sized dick to actually pay heed to them, though. The beast was almost entirely soft, yet still it broke through the 25-inch barrier easily. Squeezing and pumping that prick with my full arms, I flexed my biceps and my torso to lift it up, inspecting every inch of that gorgeous breeder like my whole life’s job had been just that: evaluating and ranking the male genitalia, and tasting all the best testicular juice nature had to offer.

The size, girth, and power of that penis shocked me all the time. It’d been four months since I’d begun screwing that impossible male, yet the existence of such gorgeous genital always drilled a few more squirts out of my cunt. Like a queen, I was laying on my man’s torso with my back on his fantastic abs, my head resting on his gigantic chest, my legs wrapped around the base of his unbelievable shaft, mounting it like a unicorn, pushing the prick up and feeling it ooze fresh semen on my face. I opened up my mouth and drank that nectar loudly.

My pussy unloaded a few more pints of squirt when the voices in the black box repeated the question: “earthling, tell us: what happened here?” My squirting was getting much stronger than I could control, so much so that much of it sprinkled loudly on the box’s rectangular surface.

Gargling and gorging on that virile nectar, I made my neck throb to twice its size while gulping its humongous volume, making my bulging belly bloat even harder with the pounds of fresh semen I kept adding to my stomach. It’s been a few weeks since my man and I finally stopped fucking, yet his jizz still kept flowing out of my cunt, my ass, my nostrils, even my ears; every inch of my body colonized and violated by his burning, virile seed.

I couldn’t care less for my “masters” at that moment, to be very honest. “Oh, mm!” I spit a huge load of semen into the air, with pints of it coming through my nose. “Isn’t he a wonderful horse?” Hugging that prick with both of my arms, I flexed my muscles and crushed the penis against my own abs and tits, pulling my biceps to make a huge load of jizz flow into the urethra. The balls of my monster stud rumbled with virile power. I had my feet firmly placed in them, and through my soles I could feel the truckloads of spunk slowly refilling their tanks.

My man could cum like a breeding machine, and nothing made me feel hotter than that! Placing the tip of his jaw-breaking crown on my mouth, I received the gigantic load at full force—a fist-sized, python-like thread of sperm so heavy and powerful it immediately exploded out of my nostrils, making my very eyes bulge and, soon enough, cry tears of sperm. My throat immediately doubled its width to allow for the passage of that endless corridor of virile spunk, burning in its contact, yet begging for more.

*Gloorsh!! Glooorsh!! Glooorsh!!* You could hear the powerful, heavy semen being unloaded in my stomach, making it bloat and my belly bulge while the previous loads already there were pushed down into my guts, and then further down until my anus, from which they burst into his throbbing cock. Once fucked by that human horse at full force, my body could easily become as big as a truck to accommodate the full hard length of his breeder, and even more so to hold all the hundreds of gallons of jizz that he could come in every second. However, at that resting state, after we’d done things that would make Satan’s dick blush and shrivel in fear, I preferred to now deform myself so hideously, and instead to let the cum bloat me up like I had, uh, a baby rhino in my belly, and then flush out the rest through my guts, creating a constant, endless stream that burst out and free through my anus.

I had to control myself so as not to bite and eat that monster cock up. The semen kept flowing inside me, a powerful river of masculine breeding juice keeping my fecundated womb always warm, even scorching, as well as massaging my crowded placenta with loving care, tucking all my babies to sleep.

Every time I was satisfied with the newest load of cum, I lifted the penis up and turned it slightly to the side, letting it ooze spunk on my man’s breast or on the ocean around us. Even without my vigorous foot-massage of his massive testicles, those cum bombs just kept churning out wad after heavy wad of virile junk, the flow of it so perceptible on the monster cock. Despite its immense girth, the cock bulged and boomed with the flow of cum, sometimes shooting fatter loads at considerable distances—enough sperm to rival the full, collective orgasms of ten stallions, yet barely registering as “proper orgasm” for my man. To him, those huge, loud, heavy bursts of cum were akin to nocturnal emissions; that was the cum he unconsciously and carelessly ejaculated when he wasn’t paying attention, not nearly the volcanic power of his orgasm when he was “warming up,” let alone that planet-destroying gushes that his monster balls could muster when he was really aroused.

Sliding my fingers along the titanic veins and arteries that covered that cock, I talked about it like a faithful praising her god: “isn’t this the most massive, gorgeous cock ever known to nature?” My fingers squeezed his balls harder, sinking their skin on the pools of spunk that swirled inside them. “By the gods, he’s soooo virile! Not even in my filthiest dreams could I conceive a man even a thousandth as virile and powerful and cum-full as this wonderful stud. The amount of jizz he can pump in a single second is enough to fill a freaking bathtub. Look!” The penis throbbed and exploded with a particularly savage load of cum: countless gallons flying in an arc and exploding heavily on the ocean dozens of feet away from us. Whenever the prick was not shooting those monstrous loads, however, was when it became even more arousing, drenching my pussy with the countless wads of oil that it squirted in ecstasy: the sound of the jizz coursing inside it was, like, hot marmalade bubbling on a tank. If there was a sound that perfectly encapsulated raw, beastly masculine power, that was it. “Fuck!” I bathed myself on my squirts, feeling my muscles seizing up with the tremendous pleasure. “He’s such a man! Such a stud! I want to worship every inch of this perfect, virile specimen.” I stuck my tongue out. Strange noises came from the floating black box as inch after inch of my tongue revealed itself from my mouth; maybe the aliens hadn’t accounted for my powers of growth, for they reacted with utter surprise, even shock upon seeing the full thirty inches of my python tongue. I wrapped that tongue around the monster penis, coaxing more virile oil out of it along with my hands. Despite having my tongue fully out, my speech remained perfect: “how dare you say that this is the weakest man in your harem? How dare you!” My pumping became more violent, inadvertently coaxing gallons of burning jizz straight on my man’s anesthetized face. “He’s my stud! I feel offended that you call such virile male specimen ‘weak’ in any capacity. Oh, my fucking god!” My feet were making loud, crumbling noises while masturbating his two gigantic testicles. “Do you fucking see the amount of semen this horse is cumming? My god, I can barely see his balls, but I already feel them inflating with… so!… much!… spunk!!” I came. My squirting became deafening for a while. My pussy literally made rain girl cum all around us. My fluids were thick enough so that they hurt upon impact with my skin. My man’s jizz was insanely thick, like semi-hardened cement, but my own pussy juice wasn’t too far off. “Maybe you are jealous.” I cast a nasty look at that floating box. “Maybe your species consists of a bunch of pin-dicked dwarves. Are you jealous of my stallion?” I massaged his balls and pumped his dick even harder, feeling my feet sinking along the sack’s skin on the tanks of semen. Jizz was bursting loudly from the prick. Oh, god! It exploded in loud messes, not ejaculating, but just oozing and bursting above my body, unloading buckets at every blink of the eye. My voice was muffled by every massive wad of jizz that hit my body. Soon, both me and my awesome stud were oozing spunk. “You’re so jealous of this huge cum fountain. Look!” I pointed the dick up and pumped it with my forearms and my elbows. Indecent lassoes of jizz exploded into the air, rising a few feet above us, then massacring our muscles with their weight. “Literally a cum fountain.” Crushing my bloated pussy against the base of that shaft, I turned the soft cock to my mouth and… ate it! My jaw cracked as my lips stretched to over nine inches wide—the width of my lover’s soft cock. Again, strange, uneasy sounds came from the black box, with the aliens so surprised by my sexual abilities.

The truckload of semen invaded my body so hard that, in a fraction of a second, I felt it immediately sloshing inside my stomach, with the stream on my throat and the bloating of my cheeks felt only a second later. The semen snorted out of my nostrils and fell from my eyes. I actually loved filling my skull with so much spunk that even my tear ducts were drenched in semen. Soon, I was openly and unashamedly crying cum! Huge tears of sperm flowed in fat, steamy streams from my eyes; more obscene loads of semen burst from my nostrils, and my cheeks were as huge as a squirrel’s after eating too many accords.

The black box came closer, trying to get a better view of my carnal debauchery. “You have no idea of our species, human.” Strange chats followed in a language I could not understand, like the people behind the microphone were admonishing each other, not talking to me. “We weren’t lying. We never said he was weak.” They quickly changed their tone. “He is, however, the weakest.”

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An over-fecundated earthling pumps her alien stud… and drowns an entire planet under his boiling cum!

His monster cock roared past my guts and stomach, pushing my vagina and my overstuffed uterus all the way up back to my throat. Instead of hurting me, that provoked me to only get more feral and beastly; despite all the man’s raw power, the two-months of nigh-uninterrupted fucking had left him disheveled and shriveled. He was going to me mine. “Pump it!!” I crushed and annihilated the walls of his titanium breeding rod. “Your gallons!! Pump more seed into me!” My giant ass cheeks clapped against his balls, which were turgid with semen, but noticeably smaller than they were a few weeks ago. Their breeding power was beyond unparalleled; it was almost infinite, but my raging arousal was finally testing their limits, sensing the light at the end of their orgasmic tunnel. Just a few more pumps, I wondered, and they too would be mine. “Is this all the seed you can produce??” My torso, womb, belly, and crotch were over-inflated by the hundreds of gallons that were being spewed inside me every single second; my pussy was so overstretched that you could see parts of it pushed outwards by the rocket-like outflow of seed. Only his face remained unscathed of semen, yet that wouldn’t be so in a few minutes, once the seed had completely filled up the crater we were fucking on. “More!!” I pumped him so hard the muscles of my crotch almost snapped. “More cum! More spunk! Cum, cum, cum!!”

The eruption of semen finally shut me up. With a mighty, thunderous roar, and a wave of pleasure so strong that his torso lifted itself off the floor, the giant breeder unleashed a car-sized tank of spunk inside me in a single pump—so much, so hard, and so hot that I felt that, if I didn’t explode because of it, then I would be burned alive from inside out because of its steamy hotness. «Damn, boy!!» I looked at my stud’s quivering, semi-conscious face. «You come like your balls had a mountain’s worth of seed while still unconscious!» His breeding power, his sheer virility and animalistic fertility in turn made my ovaries churn out yet more eggs. It did so uninterruptedly, breaking any constraints and barriers of my human biology, overcharging my womb even when it didn’t have any more room for babies.

For I, oh, I was pregnant! «Fuck!!» I raised my head and allowed myself to cum, so submissive. My body rode his cock on its own, automatically, yet my pussy released so much squirt at steel-cutting speeds that even the monster’s cum was forced to give way to its bulk. I rolled back my eyes and, in the darkness of my mind-breaking orgasms, I envisioned every single baby that stud had pumped me with.

The aliens had one purpose: to perfect my species. To produce the strongest, most virile living creatures known to the Universe, and I… oh! I was a cog in their brilliant plan, volunteering my womb to the gradual betterment of my species. «These babies…» I felt bumps in my womb. The little creatures were barely a month old, yet were already visible from the bulge of my uterus on my skin. «How many of them do I have? Five??» I looked down, trying to count those fertilized, now-growing eggs. «Seven? Fuck, they’re so strong!» Even though they were barely developed into human shape at that point, I felt them moving with ease and purpose inside me, already dotted with superhuman individuality and strength. «Fuck, am I going to survive this pregnancy?» The spunk kept battering and ruining my insides, its blasts feeling like whole dams being unloaded inside me. Those bastards in my womb, oh, they seemed to enjoy it all—even more than myself. «Damn you, kids! Fuck! Are these babies so strong that they are going to rip themselves out of my womb and leave me for dead?» As these silly thoughts, just like the semen, assaulted me, I began to sweat coldly and whimper in existential dread. «Those aliens didn’t tell me how the pregnancies are done. As far as I know, I might be just a discardable vessel to these babies!» These stupid thoughts notwithstanding, I didn’t feel too bad about that fate. «If that’s the case, it’s gonna be worth it.» Those seven or eight or, heck, ten or more babies I had inside me were already worth more than entire nations back on Earth. A single male I’d give birth to would easily and effortlessly inseminate hundreds of women on a daily basis; a single female, oh, she’d probably bear over two digits of kids for every pregnancy cycle, which in itself would be much shorter—six or five months, instead of the laggard nine months of average human pregnancy—able to birth as many children as a regular human stud.

And what to say of the next generations? Of my grandkids and my great-grandchildren. «Oh, the kids are alright!» I laughed, coming back to reality to torture their poor father. «My children will inherit the Earth.» I moaned aloud, feeling the hotness and the thickness of the juice that kept invading and assaulting me so mightily. «Damn, boy! Your seed is power!!» Looking at his quivering face, I played with my heart and assumed a commanding tone again: “breed me! I command you to never stop breeding me!!”

My pussy was unreal! It roared and burned as it pumped that cock with every inch and every muscle fiber in his inner walls. If you put a rod made of pure titanium inside it, my pussy would crush it into the size of a marble ball! That dick, however, was invictus! Its master’s exhaustion notwithstanding, the prick itself remained hard and haughty and ready for more, challenging my whole self on its own terms—a dick without a male, with loads of semen to subdue me. “Alright!” I crushed that penis harder. “Let’s see who’s stronger!”

Looking around, I saw that the crater was already filled to the brim with semen. Everything around us was white—and not because of some fancy decoration choices, I tell ya that. “Come!” Laying my feet on the ground, pushing that prick and my womb all the way up to my neck again, I lifted the bull’s crotch off the floor and began to walk clumsily at the tip of my toes towards the edge of the crater. “Let’s fuck somewhere else. I need a clean space to lay you!”

My monster grunted something, with his fingers actually clutching on the ground and trying to keep him locked in there. “No…” He mumbled, his deep voice failing to conceal his nigh-childish fear: “please, no…”

Still, I pulled him. It was an amazing thing to see: his monster cock, as thick as a pillar of marble, was lodged in me from cunt to neck. My whole body was inflated because of its thickness alone, with my guts, stomach, heart, and lungs literally visible through bulges on my skin—my womb, of course, being the prime sight near my neck.

That monster stud had a cock so long that my entire body was barely enough to accommodate it all. Well, in fact, now it was maybe just a little bit bigger. «I grew a lot!» I contemplated while cracking the ground beneath my feet, walking with such power that the 15,000-pound stud behind me was dragged along by my back. I made my way to the top of the crater, removing his body from the spunk pool. «Out of one cum lake and into another.» Reaching the surface after five minutes of appalling struggle, I looked around and gauged the destruction.

My pussy unloaded more lakes of squirt. I wimped and moaned like a little girl again. Shit, that was hot! To know that two bodies—only two people!—could cause so much destruction… shit, it got me horny! With a mighty pump, my pussy coaxed yet more semen from that trembling, quivering monster cock. The load inflated my body before exploding out of my cunt. After the brief agony of being filled with more seed in a second than hundred mares on the cocks of their stallions, I smiled and looked to the cock, that beast bulging inside my body. “You see what you did?” I flexed my muscles, involuntarily flexing my cunt along with them. “We’re gods!!”

To the farthest edges of the horizon, as far as the eye could see and the mind could sense, in every direction, the land was covered in cum. Not a pebble in a mountain or a leaf in a mighty tree wasn’t covered by pounds of seed, layers and layers of thick ball cream transforming the land into an ocean of hyper-virile semen. The castle around us was all but destroyed; the few pieces of wall that stood above the ocean-level of cum were themselves covered from top to base in semen, exhaling virile steam into the skies.

The sheer depth and density of that jizz was mindboggling. “Holy fucking shit, you horse!” I fondled the bulge of his prick on my torso. “You came a fucking ocean!”

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An African futa disciplines her arrogant white lover! (or: how a haughty American muscle girl learned to be the sweet, docile sex slave of her superior Futa master!)

Our bodies sank under the ever-cracking, ever-collapsing ground until the level of the juices was literally at her bosom. “You powerful cunt!” Juices exploded everywhere every time she spoke. “I can’t believe I will need a titanium ground to properly drink you this way.” My head raised itself just as high as her ways, staring the ceiling, and I howled like a wolf—though every sound I produced by that point was the result of many mechanical, involuntary contractions inside myself. The many, many sounds that exploded from my throat were unstable, erratic, often times demonic. If anyone tried to record them, their equipment would be fried with just the impressive range and power of my sonic booms. Literally nothing on Earth—maybe on the entire universe—could ever record those ghastly screams, and I leave up to your imagination to try and figure out what kind of animalistic, primordial, deepest-bowels-of-the-Earth kinds of sounds I was producing.

All that madness, all that extreme explosion of power, pleasure, agony, and muscle growth, all that diabolic insanity was caused by the goddess’s command to my cervix: that it shut itself the hardest it physically good. Oh, reader, how great was the fact that I no longer felt anything, for the ensuing actions in my body, if they could be felt in even one millionth of a millionth of their fullest intensity, would have shattered my mind for all eternity and driven me insane with pain.

Upon my futa’s command, the cervix just sort of… I don’t know, collapsed into itself? Think about an anus tightening itself up… but never stopping! Your ass just closes and closes and keeps closing itself so fucking hard that, comically enough, your butt cheeks just start receding into the anus itself, then into your guts, and once you know it you’re like an inverted metaphor of that frog parable—you know, that frog that opened his mouth so wide it ended up eating itself? Think like that, but with your anus, and you’ll get an idea of what my cervix was doing to itself.

I mean… holy fuck! I knew that the contractions of my muscles had the power to bend steel and all that, but that squeezing was… fuuuuuck! If you put a ten-inch-wide rod made of pure titanium in the entrance of my womb when it started flexing, the bar wouldn’t just be bent, it wouldn’t just be squashed, it wouldn’t just be cut in half, no, no, no, no! It would have been literally erased from existence, its every atoms broken apart and further torn at their quark levels. The pressure could literally perform quantum annihilation… and that was sort of what happened back then in the tunnel, when everything started exploding and collapsing. There was literally no structure on Earth capable of withstanding the power of that squeeze, and sonic shockwaves kept bursting from my body in an aura of pure, unbridled energy as the goddess pried the hardness of my cervix with the tip of her tongue and fingers.

Even she was a little afraid of that beast she had unleashed. “Damn!!” Her tongue was burned under the impervious hardness of my seal. My womb had become a magnetar: such a condensed block of solid muscles that, if its density increased by just one ounce more, it would collapse into a black hole.

The goddess laughed as the level of juices around us reached her freaking chin. «Ada girl! Your powers amaze me!» Her tongue tried to pierce the inviolable seal of my cervix, but it was detained without even making a dent on it. I could feel the goddess widening her eyes and gulping in utter amazement, not having expected such degree of power from such an inferior lover. «Fine. I take your challenge.» She lifted her right leg up, making her muscles roar as they flexed and her immense thigh pretty much doubled in girth.

Then… she stomped the ground! Another cataclysmic event ravaged the place, with every single wall, ceiling, floor, everything, absolutely everything around us collapsing and sinking on the lubes.

We were now fucking in the open air, with the entirety of that room and its adjacent areas not only destroyed, but pretty much erased from the universe. In other places she’d destroyed, you could see some pieces of their old walls here and there, but in that moment there was nothing—nothing, I say! Just us, standing in the cracked ground, and the ocean of filth scattering throughout the hills, its level lowering on the goddess’s body and giving her a lot of space to tongue-fuck me freely. I felt mighty veins sprawling from the bottom to the tip of her tongue, turning it into a limb just as muscular as her arm or her unflexed legs. «Let’s begin.»

With her tongue and fingers, the torture achieved a whole new level of depravity: once she was stimulating me, massaging my walls and drilling oceans of nectar out of my pores, but now… damn! She was just ramming herself into my cervix, over-stimulating it with her fingers like some very brutal kind of tickling while her tongue, positioned in the very entrance of it, tried to pry the cervix open like a predator on the hard shell of its prey.

The goddess failed miserably. «Jesus!» She began to pant and to quiver as her tongue bent itself under the incredible strength of my uterine walls. As hard as she tried to pierce it, covering her tongue with a myriad of hyper-thick veins, she couldn’t break through—and the goddess saw that as just one ungodly tantalizing challenge. «That’s… what I’m talking… about!» She beamed with happiness as she took much deeper breaths and turned her tongue into a muscular beast almost as thick and ripped as her fully flexed arm, and then she… rammed it up again!

My body was split in half. Well, that’s how it felt, at least: a sword cutting me from crotch to head, like some ancient medieval torture. Whatever strength I felt I had was completely shattered by the goddess’s increase of strength in her tongue—think of it as the second phase in her member, if you will. This time, my cervix cracked like an egg, or at least the tip of it. *Bluuuursh…!!!* A rocket jet of lubes as strong as a solar eruption exploded into her face and made it rain creamy nectar all around us; it was like she had struck orgasmic oil from a piece of land, and now this beast was squishing from the endless pressure within.

Two inches of her tongue were lodged within my cervix, and more inches were coming relentlessly. Granted, the pace of her advance was much slower than the initial thrust, but it was still an unrelenting, unstoppable advance, with her tongue making its way into my womb while her fingers performed an almost supernaturally masterful masturbation of the rest of my cervix: they sank into the walls and vibrated, pushed and pulled it in the very rightest spots, with the joints of the fingers sometimes stimulating the walls of my vagina, never leaving a few hundreds of them at any time untouched or under-stimulated.

I cried and yelped and screamed until my lungs were exhausted and my heart was beating at over ten thousand beats per minute. I was deader beyond death, crippled by the extreme experiences of that coitus, and the goddess… god!! What the fuck had I got myself into?! That wasn’t anything special for her! That was barely a make-out session! She was just… exploring me! Like a curious kid on a new playground: she wasn’t actually fighting or spending any energy or effort in that endeavor; she was just having fun, that’s what she was doing.

“I-I-I-Imagine…” The fragments of my mind pierced together the only coherent thoughts in that whole ordeal: “w-w-what h-happens… wh-when she a-actually… fucks??” Imagine what happens when she actually fucks!! None of that—be with me or Veronica—had been her “proper fucking,” per her own words.

As I screamed and showered her with lubes, and as the whole environment collapsed under the discharges of energy from both our bodies, I came to the terrifying understanding of what all her power actually meant: it was one thing to say you can split a mountain in half with your fucking, yet another completely different thing to experience it. In all that time, with all those experiences, all that we’ve done was just that: to hear her words and imagine her actions, and now I was getting to truly experience just the tip of her true power—and that experience was the most terrifying shit in my whole goddamned life.

Didn’t make it any less sexy, though. Once the goddess announced her victory, damn, I pretty much came in all the layers of reality and multiverse my soul had been fucked into at that point: “your womb is mine,” she announced and, without a hitch, pierced my cervix open, making a *crack!* so loud it literally rippled for thousands of miles away, being heard in our nearby city and even cracking some of its windows. Shit was fucking crazy.

“OOOH……!!!” Whatever voice I had, conscious or not, shit, it completely went away. Her tongue pierced through my cervix and filled my womb, bloating my belly to its most turgid form again. She was bathing in my hyperconcentrated fluids, as thick as molten metal, and she was loving every second of it.

«Cum, baby girl!» She affixed her lips on my swollen labia again, to the point that not a fucking drop of my tremendous ejaculations escaped her mouth, and her belly swelled almost as tremendously as mine as she drank!… and drank!… and drank!… and drank and drank and drank, with powerful, earthquake strong gulps, all the frothy offering I had to discharge.

Our bodies collapsed, or that’s how it looked like at first: the goddess actually threw my back against the ground and… *BOOM!!!* Fucking shit, I ain’t seeing that shit even in superhero movies: ‘twas just a big-ass explosion, with a mushroom cloud rising into the sky, and us fucking wildly at the bottom of the resulting crater—or rather, the goddess just fingering me and tongue-fucking my womb on her knees, seeing my body thrash on the ground under the power of whole nuclear-arsenal’s worth of electric discharge.

She fucked me… and then she fucked me… and then she fucked me some more… until every piece of my soul had been disassembled and then reassembled in a whatever shape she found most pleasing. After that “humble” pussy-eating of hers, I would never be the same; the goddess had literally reconfigured my whole being with the power of her orgasms.

My writing abilities are just… fuck. They’re done. Abso-fucking-lutely exhausted at this point. There is literally no way I can crescendo this madness anymore. Maybe more talented writers (or less horny women) could, but I am just… I mean… fuck!… *frick, frick, frick!* What else am I supposed to say?! I can say that the goddess, blatantly flaunting her endless flexibility, pierced my Fallopian tubes with her tongue and literally… like, shit, literally!!… embraced each of my oversized ovaries with that monstrous limb! I could talk about how she literally squeezed hundreds of fertile eggs out of those ovaries by tightening the embrace of her tongue in them, just like an anaconda would its prey, and then… squishing them! And squishing them some more! And squishing and squishing like a toy on a dog’s mouth, making wave after wave of fresh eggs be shot out and inseminated by her ever-virile sperm inside me.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Be fecundated by your mighty futa stallion!” She raised her body, taking her tongue from me, and continued to finger me with one hand while stabilizing my body with the other. My pain and agony had been so destructive they kept increasing the depth and width of that crater with my violent, orgasmic motions. The muscles of goddess rumbled and throbbed as she tried to contain my body, admiring my over-muscular female shape with desire and a little bit of respect. “Heather…!” The way she licked her lips when gazing upon my quivering body… damn! That was the embodiment of sex appeal! “Our lovemaking will be legendary!”

She decided to let my body thrash wildly and freely, and led her right hand to her own pussy. With her monster dock pressed against her mighty abs, fully risen in all its forty-inches of masculine glory, and her balls throbbing like engines, she had a little difficulty reaching her massive and hard pussy underneath all the genitalia, but when she did… oh! The crater overflowed with the combined juices of us both Alphas, and that scene of absolute sexual carnage went on until my body, my muscles, and bones literally started to crack and my body threatened to tear itself apart—this time for real!

It took a whole hour, though, until that happened. After this long, fateful torture, the goddess-warrior stood over her conquered foe, witnessing the results of her carnage, panting and dripping gallons of sexual juices while looking towards the horizon and contemplating what she would do next. “Oh, well.” She took one deep breath and looked back at my quivery, defeated self. “I think it’s time to fuck for realsies now.”

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Two super giant Amazons take on their biggest challenge yet: to make their African futa goddess MOAN!

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. 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!”

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Two muscle queens clash with an African Futa goddess!

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…

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A fitness diva falls in love with her gigantic futa monster!

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??

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A stallion drinks the generous loads from his horny apprentice

I breathed quickly as that monster of a man brought his lips to my cock, warming it up with his scorching breath. Faint steams were coming through his nostrils —and he wasn’t even half warmed-up yet!

«My god!!» My head swirled. I couldn’t believe my incredible luck! «Finally happening!!” My heart raced. “It’s finally fucking happening!»

My muscles glimmered, sweating coldly as my heart pumped gallons of blood through my massive, bull-sized body.

The sturdy chair where I set was a solid piece of mahogany, impeccably constructed and heavy as a small car, yet not even this piece of furniture could fully withstand the weight of my body, as its wood started with my subtle, but vigorous quivers.

I was a prime stud of a man, a twenty-year-old caramel-skinned Alpha male with a few dozens of thousands of women under my belt; so heavy and muscular there wasn’t almost any space left on that chair for my massive physique, which now shivered under the expectation of being fucked by that… even greater, much larger Alpha!

“Holy fucking shit!!”

My master was a giant. There was no other way to describe him; a 7.1ft-tall breeding bull, with a shallow coating of hairs covering his entire muscular frame, which was so gigantic it dwarfed even my own.

I weighed 650 pounds of pure muscular perfection, yet that stallion of an old stud weighted no less than 800!

His head alone seemed to be the size of one of my pecs. His mouth could swallow my head and his tongue could easily pierce my throat and rip it open, if he so chose to do.

But he never chose my pain—not without my consent, at least. His massive mouth now descended upon my erect cock, which throbbed and gushed precum like mad on his face.

He paused with the tip of his tongue teasing my urethra, looking at me with those piercing, pitch-black eyes.

‘I see you gushing for me already.’

‘M-master!’ I panted, not knowing how to address that god-stud.

His massive prick touched my legs. The bull wasn’t just a bovine creature in size or strength, but also in endowment: between his legs dangled a 18in pussy-stretching, ass-wrecking monstrosity as thick as a large bottle of Coke.

His was a monster cock so humongous big any other man —even myself!— would be broken just after one hour trying to walk with that gargantuan thing. Yet he not only carried that thing with ease but at times even seemed to forget his tool, letting it stand upright, dangling side to side, while he lowered his lips to finally suck me off.

‘Fucking gorgeous cock you have, my bitch!’ And he squeezed my monster trunk with both hands, making me yelp.

My sight blurred for a while. That was too much for even I to bear. He ran his hands along my monstrous shaft, which wasn’t so much smaller than his own.

I was twenty-something years younger than him, yet sporting a 14in cock which never stopped to grow year after year. My meat-tub, accompanied by two of the fattest, hardest balls any male specimen could possess, grew at the pace of half an inch a year —versus my master’s a quarter-inch a year.

At 55-years-old, though, it was amazing that the mature bull could still grow more cock in a few years than most men had during their whole puberties.

My balls dangled low and hot, shivering with so much energy. The monster grabbed one of them with his hand, enveloping it with ease.

‘Sweet eggs.’ He complimented before masterfully touching my ostrich-egg sized gland.

I was aghast. Most women couldn’t grab a single of my balls with both hands, yet that gargantuan titan did so easily with a single hand.

His palm squeezed my sphere with power, stimulating the production of gallons and more gallons of milk. I started to scream like a madman, insanely forcing against the belts tying my arms to that chair:

My eyes almost leapt off my skull. I felt the gallons of spunk flowing up my balls, and so did my man: with his hands, he inspected the texture and the power of the semen running inside my testicular ducts, smiling as he lick the tip of my head with his tongue.

“Your spunk’s got the thickness of an Alpha male seed. It’s the second thickest spunk in the world, right behind my own.”

I roared and shook, feeling my sack growing heavy with the double stimuli of his hands and his words.

“Master!!” Suddenly, though, I fell into silence with my master crushing my sack.

The spunk flowed so hard from my balls I could literally hear it, like a very deep whistling of liquids running through a very narrow passage.

My organism filled up with spunk, with the gigantic veins inflating in preparation to my superb orgasm. I felt a little bit of my semen already flowing up my shaft, so close to shooting.

The male threw me another fatal look, however, shutting me up with his thunderous voice:

“Don’t you dare nut, whore. I want to feel your sperm reaching maximum thickness before you unload it.”

“Master!”

The gigantic man, then, put his hands on my balls, caressing them with such strength that I felt my stomach ache and my prick almost tear itself in the middle, so hard it was!

Jets of lube burst into the ceiling, where they loudly splashed, falling on us like rain. My body would end up infected if the spunk kept piling up so hard and heavy on my sack. My balls, which were already giant, had doubled in size at that point, stock-piling more spunk than literally fifty horses.

All of this my master felt as he masturbated them, pressing his fingers on my sack and feeling the fluids flowing inside.

“So much semen you’ve got. So much sperm!” He gave me that conman smile. “How many women have you knocked up to this day, young bull?”

I answered with a very frail, yet proud voice:

“Fifty-eight thousand mammas.” I puffed up my chest, making my muscles roar. “I’ve already unloaded my seed in over fifty-eight thousand bitches, all of which I bred with my powerful juice.”

“Good. You’re on the right track… but you need to fuck much, much more.”

His hands made me crazy! Tears were pouring from my eyes!

My body jumped, dragging the armchair on the floor. “Master!! Master!!”

The guy masturbated my testicles directly, sinking his hands on that spunk sack. My sperm was so thick that I already felt it like cement on my scrotum, literally weighting some thirty pounds per testicle.

I wanted an immediate release, but my master seemed determined to torture me to the very last second. Then I felt, before it even touched me, his tongue leaving his giant mouth and getting close to my prick, now at its full, glorious anaconda-length.

“God!!” My eyes were tearing up, delighted to see that monstrosity of meat. “This fucking tongue!! Your tongue…”

My master had ten inches of tongue –more tongue, indeed, than most men had in cock! His favorite pastime, as it happened, as to make women faint just with his tongue inside their cunts, which he sucked so masterfully before devouring with his cock.

“What a delicious cock!” He praised me right before laying the whole length of his tongue along my prick, licking it up very slowly, from base to head.

My cock ejaculated monstrous loads of lubes up in the air, almost all of them splashing on the ceiling. With his tongue and lubes, the male coated my entire prick. His tongue lapped around my penis and jerked it off like a hand. The pressure and power of his muscle were unbelievable, literally like the deadly hug of an anaconda.

I roared. My muscles burst, doubling in size.

The arms of the chair got a little lose after my vigorous motions. I was trying not to shake so hard, but I couldn’t help it: my muscles gradually fragmented that seat, which would soon turn to dust thanks to the intensity of my pleasure.

My mighty body burned so much that it was fully coated by a layer of steam. My master started biting my cock, giving it violent suctions with his tongue and lips.

The spunk flowed up my urethra, but I managed to control it in the very last moment: “ooorh-uuurh!!”

Still, a super volume of spunk bubbled up from the tip of my prick, flying eight feet up in the air before falling on my prick.

My master’s eyes glistened as soon as he saw that dense, white, thick liquid. His hands abandoned my balls and grabbed my mast.

“Quiet!” He commanded to my prick, squeezing it so tight that I thought my soul itself would be torn from my body.

I closed my eyes so that they did leap out of the sockets.

My balls lost control and pumped seed loudly through the rest of my reproductive system. My body was swelling with semen. Very thin, speedy threads burst from my compressed urethra, despite all the strength with which that monster squeezed me.

Smiling, he licked his giant lips.

“Bitch’s all crazy for me to suck her, huh?”

My breast expanded and contracted furiously, at the pace of my maddened perspiration. My voice was thin; my eyes, shaking madly in their sockets:

“Yes!! Yes!!” My high-pitched scream made the windows shake. “Yes!!!”

The male puckered his lips and moved them close to my purple, engorged helmet.

“Very well, little whore. Im’ma suck you off real good.”

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A giant bull feeds his woman with his massive, swollen ball

The room was a crime scene, one that showed me exactly what was in store for me: hundreds of women passed out, beaten into submission by a virile cock, squirming and trembling on the floor, experiencing massive orgasms even while unconscious. That room alone had about sixty “corpses” floating on hundreds of thousands of gallons of semen, and much more was pouring from the holes in the ceiling. Some bodies were falling along with the semen, building piles of flesh near me, and a few women were literally glued to the ceiling by the virile spunk, staying there, still and unconscious, like little flies on a spider’s web.

I had the biggest ball in the world in my mouth. The man’s powerful testicle was slightly larger than an American football, and I had it all in my mouth, its lower half invading my throat, a ball that was longer and thicker than any penis I had tasted before. My stud smiled to me, sometimes looking around to the destruction he had wrought and taking a deep breath, making his chest swell to even more outrageous proportions. “Isn’t that a nice sight, slut?” He asked, his voice making the room shake. I quivered and came, “biting” his balls, or rather, squeezing it with contractions of my mouth and throat, for not one inch inside of me was left free by that gargantuan organ. “That was a nice quickie to empty my sack.” He kept saying, feeling his ball throb and refill itself in my mouth.

The arrogant stud was flexing the muscles, making his dick jump and hit my head like a baseball bat. That cocky horse! I wish I had only a fraction of his strength to teach him a lesson… but I didn’t! I was just one of those hundreds of sluts he consumed; nothing but a Brazilian bombshell awaiting their same fate: to sleep, passed out on a puddle of spunk, after he had fecundated me with gallons of his jizz.

Despite my agony, I was cumming already. I had never stopped cumming, in fact, since that stallion started punishing cunt after cunt before me, about five hours ago, and I passed out countless times as I saw him tirelessly ravishing over three hundred bodies like the divine stud he was.

Three hundred women feel before me like they were nothing. Half of them were muscular bombshells and sturdy Amazons of incredible muscle mass, stamina, and power! The other half were “classically beautiful and feminine” ladies with tall bodies, thin waists, massive breasts, outrageous asses, and long, well-toned legs that could kick like mares, and they too knew their way around hordes of studs.

None of the girls was inexperienced; none of them was naïve in terms of sex and power; and all of them were destroyed by that stallion like they were literally fucked, penetrated, and jizzed on by an army of Spartan knights.

The man nutted so much and so hard that a single spray from his penis was enough to cover a whole wall of those vast rooms in goo. When his monster cock was firmly lodged in a womb, the female body expanded like a balloon, bursting rocket-jets of jizz through her over-stretched cunt, crying and panting as that male fecundated her a thousand times over in under a second. Then, three hundred and nine other cunts followed. The beast was unstoppable, and even as he was fucking the last few women of that harem, he hadn’t even broken a single bead of sweat.

As the monster stood powerful and hard before me, I knew I was before a god of pure virility. Three hundred and nine bodies floated on about five million gallons of human seed across five floors of that skyscraper, and yet the man looked fresh and ready like I was his very first woman—all of that “quickie,” just like he said, to get his dick warmed up.

I felt the monster on my head as I struggled to know what to do with that gigantic ball inside me. The sensations were too overwhelming, in fact, for me to keep my sense of time and space intact. Fucking hell, that prick! That godforsaken prick! Any size queen like me would kill to have a prick just as ten times smaller than that one, and even the dirtiest of minds wouldn’t conceive genitalia so outrageously, so humongously gigantic!

His prick rest in my head, semi-hard, satiated after all that intense fucking, and it measured thirty-three inches long. It looked minuscule, in fact, compared to how it was when the monster was fucking at nearly full power, yet even in its “tame” shape it was longer than three of the biggest dicks any woman could ever had—and that’s not including its girth, which added another layer of obscene virility to its shape.

The semi-soft cock was so thick two full hands could only barely wrap themselves around its girth. That was a dick so ridiculously thick (and heavy!) that it was easier measuring its width that its actual girth: six full inches in the middle of its body, with seven inches on the widest part of its head. Goddamn it, I felt that beast hitting and whipping my back like it was a living creature! The way it throbbed and moved above me was monstrous, like almost a separate entity from that god’s body.

The veins! Jesus Christ, the veins of that beast! I caressed it with one hand, gushing gallons through my cunt as I climaxed and fell on wind whirl of pleasure simply by touching the hard surface of that veiny monster! To me, the only cock that’s worth worshipping is a veiny one, and that stud had veins to spare in the surface of his monster cock: the roadmap of thick, throbbing veins and pulsating arteries was so large that my fingers barely ever touched the actual meat of the cock itself! Some veins were almost a full inch thick, adding to the obscene girth of that horse member—if “horses,” of course, were twice as endowed and five times as hard and powerful.

The blood! Holy fuck, I could squeeze those veins and they wouldn’t bulge! That’s how hard they were! The blood coursed through them in inhuman speeds; so fast that it would probably flow through the entire body of an average men in three seconds or less! Its speed was such that, if I merely touched one vein with my fingers, I could literally feel the blood cells speeding through the canal, fueling that cock with as much blood as the body of a bull.

My other hand squeezed and fondled the monster’s right testicle, which was growing fatter and heavier with his outrageous piles of jizz. «Holy fucking Christ!» My mind raced. «This bull doesn’t stop making seed!!» You could hear the sloshing sounds of the jizz being pumped into the sack from the other side of them room. If you were like me, touching that god-like testicle, you would feel the fat waves of milk being formed in the surface of the testicle, then running like long, fertile “slugs” along its ducts, which grew fatter as insane amounts of that jizz were produced.

I could feel all of that jizz in my mouth. In fact, I could literally taste it! The monster was so virile that the jizz poured through the skin of his testicle and literally dripped anywhere he stood at; he was a bull so powerful and so ludicrously lush that he literally sweat spunk! I could feel this in my hands, which slowly got stained with jizz, as well as in my mouth, which was desperately stretched by a full egg of that monster.

My stud buckled his hips, hitting my head slightly—“slightly” for him, I mean, because for me even the most delicate of motions felt like a lower hook to my chin! I reveled on that fact that my worshiping was giving him pleasure, and I decided to show him that, though I was no more than a slut to his heart, I was at least the mightiest, sturdiest of sluts he’d ever get to fuck in his life. «Very well, stallion. You have enough cock for a hundred men, but my body is worth two hundred women.» Channeling all my energy to my muscles, I felt my blood boil as I prepared my revenge. «Do you seek pleasure? Very well. I will give you pleasure, my horse!»

With internal contractions of my throat synchronized with expert movements of my lips and suctions of my mouth, I started to “squeeze” and massage that testicle in my mouth. I could make my inner walls vibrate while my muscles “crushed” the cock very gently, very gently, adding lightning bolts of pleasure to the bull’s body. The man grunted and grabbed my hair with both hands. I smiled, knowing I was in the right track. I redoubled my efforts, filling the room with his grunts and taking in my face the full power of his buckling hips. The stud was in heat, and I was adding coal to his fire! Awesome!

Jizz started drooling on my left hand, which so vigorously caressed his right testicle. Fuck! I came a big one when I saw the entire surface of that god-like testicle oozing with sperm! For the love of god, how virile was that bull! Jizz was coming so hard from him that my arm soon got completely covered on it, and the juice loudly splashed on the ground, which itself was a three-feet-deep layer of scorching spunk.

My mind couldn’t process the full extent of his virility while my mouth was completely filled with the same spunk. I could feel the semen production accelerated in his testicles, and within a second I was literally drinking throat-fulls of his spunk, filling my stomach with a gallon of jizz for every gulp, cramming so much seed inside of me that my nostrils twitched, stretched out, then burst with jizz on my face, sneezing spunk sometimes so hard that I covered the man’s muscles with his semen.

That was so! Much! Jizz!! Though I tried to resist and be strong, my belly soon bulged loudly, stretching the clothed I was still wearing. The buttons of my shirt popped and hit the ground like bullets as my stomach kept inflating with the god-awful load of semen, and the monster gave a cocky laughter, taking the jizz from my nose with his fingers and coating my hair with it. “Worthless slut!” Not so “worthless,” in fact, for at every second he stopped and grunted, resisting the immense pleasure he felt with my suctions on his balls. “Mmrm, you worthless Brazilian bimbo! Why don’t you take these cheap clothes you’re wearing and reveal your hot bod to your stud?” The monster taught about taking my clothes and tearing them with a single hand, but he smiled when seeing my belly and waist inflating with his seed. “Don’t worry. They are going to be torn up by themselves.”

Then, to my shock, the monster took one deep breath and roared, making all this muscles bulge and swell so hard my face almost got punched by his mighty abs! His physique was the stuff of legends! The mightiest of bodybuilders couldn’t match even his legs and his arms alone! That man was literally as big and as muscular as the biggest, most muscular breeding bull, and every time he flaunted his power (like he did then), his body turned into hard, indestructible mountain—so fucking solid and rigid he could literally deflect bullets with his musculature alone.

«Fuck!!» My mind was slowly shattered as the events happened way faster than it could process. «This dick… fuck!!» I felt the mighty snake throbbing on my head. «Someone could shoot thick cock at point blank and then bullet would ricochet, like a bar of pure iron!» I was right, but that wasn’t my immediate concern as my mouth and my body were invaded… «god!!»… by the biggest, heaviest load of spunk I’d ever tasted! «Jesus fucking Christ!!»

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