African College Futa series

[NSFW/+18!] The African College Futa – Part 4

“You two are freaks, you know that?”

The images and sound only slowly came together as the pieces of my mind returned to their place. The first thing I saw was a friendly face close to mine, shining a light on my eyes. Then, I heard painful gasps beside me, turning my head to see Veronica on a bed by my side, squirming and panting as he looked wide-eyed to the ceiling, as if seeing a ghost or having a painful heart attack.

“Veronica!” The beds trembled and creaked as we both tried to move. “What…?!” Shaking myself harder, I realized my arms and legs were tied to the beds.

“Please, don’t make another scene.” The nurse walked closer while holding a syringe. “I don’t wanna have to put you down to sleep again.” Despite the sternness her voice, she couldn’t hide her arousal. No man or woman could, and her desire was shown by her fumbling and squeezing our biceps and our legs with her fingers. “Your beautiful, gorgeous bodies… oh!” She squirmed. “Let me tell you one thing: it was suuuper arousing seeing you two breaking the beds and tearing these metal handles so easily with your powerful arms.” She pointed behind her, where I could faintly see a mess of broken equipment and cracked walls. “You, Heather.” She slapped my mighty thigh. “With these huge legs of yours! You broke the bed and tore through the walls with your kicks. I think you would kill a horse with those legs if you kicked it hard enough.” Her fingers travelled between my inner thighs, rising up to my tight, quivering cunt. “You delicious, giant whore.” Her fingers teased me, moisturizing themselves with my lubes. “Mmm! How long has it been since we last fucked?”

As much as I loved that tight-assed, sexy doctor wannabe, my mind was in too many different places to care about her generous offering. “What happened?” My sight finally returned to normal, allowing me to see the wide range of emotions in her face. She pondered on the answer for too long before giving us her best account of the events: “you two were found fainted, screaming in the bathroom. Tamany Hall, building four, remember? What the fuck were you two doing there, huh? Is it some kind of drug the campus police hasn’t yet caught up to?”

As the events suddenly sprang back up to my memory, I looked to my friend Veronica and tried to aid her in her pains. “Vee-vee, relax. Calm down, love.” I tried to reach her. “We’re safe now.”

Despite her body being more relaxed and still, her voice was marred in fear—yet also twinges of desire: “t-that woman…!!” Her legs quivered. The entire bed shook. “S-she’s no woman!!” These words peaked the nurse’s attention, who turned her head and listened closely: “s-she’s a freaking monster! She…!” And then, they started all over again: the orgasms. “Oh!!” Her body jolted. The bed jumped with it. “OOOH!!” The bed jumped again as she suffered one massive orgasm after another, probably a set of multiple O’s, and I could hear, from between her legs, the ebb and flow of juices in her cunt, ready to shoot at any moment. “My god!!” She was clearly losing her breath, and the machine to which she was hooked denounced her heartbeat going past 200bpm. “She’s so powerful!! So godly!! So…!!”

We all heard the exact moment when she squirted. It wasn’t even just a matter of hearing it, but also seeing it: thick, steamy threads of lubes gushed from her legs, splashing all over the bed while making a real mess on the floor and even the walls. “No, no! Not this again!” The nurse ran with her syringe to her, trying to avoid those scalding gushes as Veronica screamed and found herself sinking deeper and deeper into delirium. “Heather!!” The leather cuffs that strapped her into the bed were tearing up. “Heather, please!!”

She tried to reach out to me, but the best I could do was shoosh her to sleep: “calm down, my love. You’re safe now.” When I saw the nurse’s syringe penetrating the long, bulging vein in her biceps, I knew her agony would soon be over. “Go sleep now. We’ll talk again real soon.”

The nurse—who I think was named Amanda or something…—injected the entire content of her syringe in Veronica’s body—“enough juice to knock out a lion,” she later told me—yet still my friend took five minutes to completely pass out, fighting against the medicine like a minute for every second until her eyes closed for good.

Breathing hard, and a little scared herself, Amanda (or was it Fernanda? Bah, who cares…) turned to me with another loaded syringe. “You wanna one too?”

“No worries, doc.” I smiled. “I’m not as weak as her.”

“Mm.” Her eyes lustfully bathed upon my body. “I wonder what dose would knock you know.”

I smiled. “Ain’t enough sedative in your whole hospital to take me know, babe.” Then, with smooth motions of my head, I invited her to “come, get closer, babe. Let me out so I can touch this awesome body.”

She leaned forward and moved her shoulders closer, making her incredible rack swell and test the confines of her vest. “Can’t you two stop thinking about sex for a single minute?”

“Well, I guess she ain’t thinking about no more.” I nodded to Veronica, but to my surprise she did seem to be thinking about sex, as the juices kept gushing from her pussy like little sprays of sexy, sweet-scented female cum. “Damn, doc. What the fuck happened?”

“I told you already.” While she talked, she slowly undid my ties. “You were found in a delirious state on a bathroom.” She undid the restraint on my right hand. “You don’t remember anything?”

One by one, very gradually, the events returned to my memories. “It’s coming back now. Oh, fuck. I wish I didn’t remember it.”

I felt my left arm freed up. “What happened?”

I looked at her. “Can’t you guess?”

She could. Very easily, in fact. I suspected she already knew what had happened, but only kept it hidden so she could hear it straight from our lips, arousing herself with our sexy recounting of the events. “You met Jamila, haven’t you? The African student. Well, no wonder you’re were left in that state.” She moved on to unstrap my left leg. “That awesome student… mm! I have to stop myself from thinking about her so I do not… cum again. Fuck.” She trembled. I could see she was having some issues trying to walk. She looked at me. “Promise not to cause I scene?”

I nodded. “No problem. The only thing I will do once I’m freed is to grab your body and fuck you in this bed.”

“Then I guess it’s better to leave you tied.”

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t you tell me you don’t want it.” I flexed my belly, and the flexing of my abs was powerful enough to make the cloth rumble above my waist. She sucked her lower lip and let it go, making a sensuous *pop!* with it.

“You whore.” Her hand climbed over my left leg. “You’re so… hideous! With all these muscles!”

I laughed. “Come on, you can lie better than this.” I flexed my insane Amazonian legs. Unlike my torso, they were uncovered, free for the view of anyone wanting to see what a real woman looked like. “My muscles are sooo much more toned now that I’m dehydrated. Those orgasms, you see…” I shuttered a little when remembering them. “I think I gushed a whole gallon back in that bathroom. My body is hard and ripped like a mountain. Come on, baby.” Taking her by surprise, I stood up, making the best of the fact she’s untied my hands before my legs. “Free me so I can fuck you with own these powerful…” I flexed one arm, “mighty muscles!” I flexed another, and her eyes soon had swirls in them.

“Shit! I have to admit.” Slowly she moved her hands to my flexed guns, letting her jaw drop as she squeezed them and saw how her hands couldn’t even cover half of their rigid mass. “You’re tantalizing!”

“Mm, ‘tantalizing.’” I wrapped a powerful arm around her waist and pulled her to me. “You really are smart, eh? Using these big words on this big, big girl.”

“Okay, you!” She pulled me away. “Fuck.” Her hands stopped on my abs. “Seriously!” She pulled my gown up, uncovering my belly. “Oh, fuck me! You’ve got an eight-pack?”

I flexed my abs and performed a belly dance for her, hypnotizing her with the loud, rumbling rippling of my muscle fibers. “Try putting a coin between those abs. I betcha I can crush it.”

I was surprised by her serious expression as she looked up to me. It’s as if she was worried about something. “Don’t fuck her.” She fondled my cheek. “Please, I beg you.”

I turned serious just as quickly. “Why? Did someone tell you something?”

“No need too. I knew you were going to challenge her sooner or later. That’s why I’m begging you, for the well-being of your beautiful body,” she squeezed both my biceps, “forget about her. Take a semester off if necessary. Try moving to another country and fucking a new flavor of men instead of going against that… that…!” The mind failed her. “That creature!”

Trying to assert my dominance, I pulled her in a tight squeeze. My nose and lips travelled over her neck as I smelled her sweet scent and sucked her tender skin with many kisses. “You’re seriously telling me to run away. Me?! The strongest woman on the planet??”

She tried pushing me away, but her arms failed to respond accordingly. She was enjoying me far too much to move away too soon. Her hands travelled along my back, her fingers memorizing every shape and sulk of my wall so muscles, and eventually she had one hand on my ass, another on my abs, feeling the insane hardness of my Wonder Woman body, slowly teasing up my cunt as the bed creaked with our passionate make-out.

Five minutes later, feeling drunk and dizzy, she finally managed to speak: “you are not.” Her eyes betrayed painful sincerity. “The strongest, you know. Not anymore.”

The tightness of my hug became a little too painful, as proved by her faint yelps. I couldn’t accept that, but I also couldn’t pretend not to see the writing on the wall: “it’s a matter of honor, you see. I have to prove to her I… I can stand my ground.” No! I had to be even more emphatic: “that I am the superior cunt.”

God, how I hated that look of pity in her face. The way she caressed my cheeks and kissed me… fuck me! It’s as if she was mourning a soon-to-be-dead friend! “My dear, look what happened to you.” She pointed to the unconscious Veronica snoring by our side. “Look what she did to you two without even getting to fuck you! How many kisses did she give you before you completely lost your minds, huh?”

My face was aflush with shame. “She kinda didn’t.”

“Mm? What did you say?”

I sighed. “She didn’t kiss us. She didn’t even touch us.”

Even for our knowledgeable friend, that felt like a bit of a stretch. “You two were like this and she didn’t even kiss you?”

“Touch us, actually.” I gulped and cleared my throat. “She… *sigh* She actually didn’t lay a finger on us. Well, she kinda touched us, I guess, but… in a completely non-sexual way.” I could see that she was not only amazed, but also deeply, maddeningly aroused. “We challenged her to a fight, though, so there’s not much to do about that anymore.”

She tried to speak, but her dry throat got the better of her sometimes. “I mean… uh… well…” She cleared it and smiled. Her mind was clearly on another places—probably the warm, gorgeous muscles of that tall, sexy bitch! “Fuck me, to think she did that to you… fuck! With mere words!”

“Yes, yes, fine. You can stop fawning now.”

“She’s just such a goddess you see! But, well, yeah, I guess…” She gave me a quick, almost apologetic kiss. “You too are quite a woman stud, you know that, right.”

“Stop taking pity on me. Please, it’s disgusting.”

“You don’t need to do this. Please, Heather, pleeease, for the sake of you and your friend, as well as all your lovers, I beg you:” she pulled my face, pushed her forehead into mine, and stared deep into my soul, “don’t fuck her. She’s going to annihilate you both!”

Annihilate. Exterminate. Wreck. Conquer. Destroy. «Amazing!» I thought. The African’s lovemaking was never described as simply “to fuck” or “to screw.” Only the most savage, severe words were used when witnesses (or broken lovers) recounted her sexual Armageddon. For an unknown listener, these tales would have given the impression that people were fucking a huge animal, like a bull or a stallion, not a mere human being. «Is she really human, though?» I shook my head, trying not to get too lost on my own thoughts.

“I’m strong.”

“Not strong enough. Please, Heather, remember the things she did! She fucking wrecked the entire football team! And the wrestling one! Fuck, even our MMA students weren’t enough to take on her, and she laid with over twenty at the same time!” She gestured clumsily, trying to show me the size of those students. “They were massive, beefy studs inches taller than yourself! She fucked scores of these men in a slaughter-orgy without even taking a moment to breath! I…” She brought her hands to her chest, feeling a surge of blood turning her whole face and torso scarlet. “I know it! I’ve seen it first hand, well, not the guys, but with myself. Her lovemaking is not something that can be described or understood by mere mortals. When she fucks you, she truly, really fucks you, and no other fuck will ever be the same… ooh!…” Her hips twirled. She was clearly on the cusp of another orgasm. “Sex is never the same after she lays waste to your cunt.”

I wiggled my lips, trying not to look impressed. “Well, she fucked you, and you look alright for my taste. You’re not a tall, three-hundred-pound muscle jock,” I smiled, “you’re a beautiful, busty, gorgeous, yet delicate supermodel. I don’t see you riding around in a wheelchair after her pounding.”

Her silence begged for respect. It was hard to maintain my cocky smile while staring at her stern, serious face. “I couldn’t walk for two days, you know. That’s because she didn’t ‘really’ lay me. She said it herself: if she’d fucked me with a fraction of the strength she does a man… I would be dead.” She spread her legs apart. “She would have ripped my legs out of my body almost without thinking, she said, and I’ve seen the ruin in her lover’s anuses to know that these aren’t mere bragging words. You’ve seen the pictures, I’ve seen the bodies, let’s stop pretending that she’s a beast that any average human can take down, okay? Anyone who’s seen her knows that she can fuck a mountain into pebbles without even breaking sweat. Are you really that arrogant (or that stupid) to buy her bluff and expose yourself to mortal danger? Are you really in such a need for adrenaline or orgasms? Look at me, Heather! Please!” She kissed me. “I’m really worried about you. Scores of men almost died without her even going into ten percent of her full power! God knows what’s gonna happen to you… and beautiful Veronica… if she really does you with double that power, let alone going all-out on your cunts!”

Despite her honest, legitimate despair… I couldn’t accept it. “It’s a matter of honor, Amanda.”

“Huh, my name is Fernanda.”

Damn it! “Yeah, that’s what I said: Fernanda.”

“You said…”

“Pretty girls like you can’t understand.” I just kept going, flexing my arms and shoulders to distract her, and the muscles threatened to tear through the constraints of my clothes. “Muscle girls like me, we… we have a certain code. A code of power, if you will: we’re proud for being the best, the biggest, the baddest amongst all women, and knowing that we could kick any man’s ass is something that brings us unparalleled pleasure. Most of all, being the biggest, baddest, strongest of all women bestows on you a certain aura of power, an unwavering feeling of… divinity.” I took her by the waist, slowly lifting her without even noticing it. “When you have a body like mine—tall, hard, massive, and beautiful—you feel and act like a goddess—because you are! That’s something no one can take from you, or no one should take from you, until a challenger appears. Oh, Amanda.”

“Fernanda!”

“Yes, Fernanda!” I kissed her. My lips and tongue met every inch of her neck, nape, and bust. “Fernanda, Fernanda, beautiful Fernanda. I’m a goddess! I’ve always been a goddess, and now that fucking bitch came to take my title away. I will not stand idle and watch her steal my glory without a fight. No! I will fight! I will fight and I will die, if necessary, trying to protect what I’ve built after so many years of strenuous effort and bone-breaking exercises. I will reclaim my muscle godhood or I will die trying. That, my friend,” I gave her a long, breathtaking kiss, “is something I will never run away from.”

Once her head stopped spinning, she talked in a resigned tone: “you brain-damaged muscle head. Really, ‘muscle head!’ Despite having a pussy…”

“A gorgeous pussy, you gotta admit.”

“Mm!” She turned her face away, blushing. “Despite having such a tight, super delicious pussy… you’re nothing but a dude, you know that?” She hit me: her fists almost cracked on my massive, hard breasts. “A stupid… dumb… idiot jock!” She hit me again and again and again. “That’s what you are, you know that?”

I grabbed her arms and squeezed them, just enough for her to feel the wonderful mix of fear and arousal that comes with having a much physically superior partner. Our eyes glimmered as our gazes met, and our mouth could hardly stand too long apart before I told her: “I know, and that’s just how you loved me.” She moved on for a kiss, but I moved away while gesturing to my legs, still constrained. “Free me, pussycat. Free me… and I will lay waste to your cunt!”

It was only after she came over two hundred times, with her squirts splashing in every wall of the place, that her screams became impossible to ignore and a team of eight nurses, plus security staff—two for each limb—had to tie me down and sedate me, knocking me out so I could stop ruining that pussy with my tongue, fingers, and the ceaseless grinding of my hips.


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[NSFW/+18!] The African College Futa – Part 1

“Who the fuck is that girl?”

I don’t remember when I first saw her, but I do vividly remember how my body responded to her: shock! Paralysis! Freezing! I literally froze in place and shuttered, feeling a cold tingling up my spine as the transfer student strolled by potently across the hallway.

All the students seemed to have been struck by a similar reaction: they heads were turning, their minds spinning, and their jaws were dropping as they witnessed that titan walk.

I know that Veronica was by my side, though, when she answered: “I…” She gulped. “I d-don’t know.” We would later find out everything about that beauty, but at the moment we were just too awestruck, too staggered by that threatening figure to do (or think) much else. Time seemed to have accelerated many decades in a minute, for in the blink of an eye we were back in class, with our books in our hands and our minds still dizzy. «Who the fuck was that woman?»

Edita. Her name was Edita. She was said to come from a noble African family, though her features made her look like from somewhere in the Caribbean. “Nah, she’s definitely Africa.” Some of our friends, as awestruck as us, pointed out. “Look at her skin! You don’t find that beautiful shade of dark anywhere in the Caribbean. Well, Jamaica, maybe, but even then.”

“Ain’t all about the skin, though.” Another girl said. “It’s, like, her features, her face. Her bone structure is, like, so European.”

“Yeah. Definitely. She’s much more of a Nordic type of face. Though much more beautiful, in my opinion.”

“Her hair!” Veronica said. We were all basically fawning over her. “I mean, her hair is unmistakably ‘foreign,’ isn’t it? Not exactly that ‘black power’ kind of hair, but still so curly and expansive.”

“Is she redhead?”

We tried spying on her. In those first days of college, the mysterious freshmen always dined alone. “I don’t think so. She’s more like light-brown.”

“Nope, she’s definitely redhead.” Our friend moved her body clumsily, trying to catch a glimpse of her in a different position. “But you gotta see it right. She’s so dark, indeed, that’s it’s hard to…”

“Shh, she saw us! Everybody act normal!”

Thanks to our friend’s movements, the freshman looked straight at our table, and we avoided looking at her while nonetheless stripping her for any piece of information we could gather. She just was too fascinating for anyone to ignore. “Is she still looking at us?”

“Yep. She is.”

“Fuck. She’s got a good eye, doesn’t it?”

“She’s smiling. Fuck. Judging by her face, she’s got a good ear too.”

She was on the very other end of the dinner, and the place was packed with loud, talkative students. “Come on! No ways she’s hearing us from all the way over there.”

But she was, or at least that’s what her stance betrayed. “Fuck, I have to confess: I’m horny as hell for her!”

“Gee, Bianca, get a grip.”

“She’s so big, Heather!” Bianca jumped on her seat, leaning across the table to touch my fists. “She’s even bigger than you and Veronica!”

Both me and Veronica bit our lips. “Tsc!” We said almost at the same time. We didn’t want to admit it out loud, but we didn’t need to: anyone with eyes could clearly see that the exchange student, coming straight from the jungle depths of Africa, was far taller and bigger than us both. In the gym, we actually hoped to see just how bigger and stronger she actually was, but the damned bitch never showed up there—not even once!

“Have you seen the exchange student?” Veronica asked me while doing a fourth set of biceps reps.

“No.” I puffed out loudly, pulling up a 400lbs bar. “Haven’t seen that bitch anywhere close to here!” I let go of the weight and leaned back on the wall, basking on the many lustful gazes of the students in the gym. “Does she think she’s too good for us?”

Veronica was overdoing herself. After the stranger’s arrival, she looked even more committed to her exercises than she usually was. «Well, I can’t blame her.» I looked to my massive biceps and flexed her. My shirt stretched with the simultaneous swelling of my arms and my breasts. «Fuck, I’m hard! I feel like shredding these clothes off and doing all the guys in this place!» I too felt extra powerful (and horny!) after the arrival of that mysterious, yet arrogant student. “What do you know about her?”

Veronica laid her weighs on the ground and rested on the wall, mimicking my posture. “Little to nothing. People say all she does is study.”

A great sense of humor almost made me burst out laughing. “Fuck off!”

“No, really.” She was sincerely puzzled: “if we want to find her, we have a better shot by going to library. People say she spends all day there. She’s very studious, apparently, and doesn’t like to slack off.”

No way a woman like her—a woman of her size!—could be the bookworm type. “You saying she’s a nerd or something?” Veronica nodded. “Get outta here!”

Before she could answer, we heard the deep, rumbling voice of man walking by us: “hey, Heather. Looking good!”

I winked and rolled my tongue out, pulling my tank top with one hand while making a “V” gesture with the other. Despite his confidence, the man wasn’t quite expecting what he saw. “I mean… damn!” He stopped on his tracks. “Since when do you have an eight-pack, girl?”

“Since I laid you good, Jason.” I replied. I really wish I could be as loud and bad-mouthed as a sailor, but a lady—even one as big and muscular as I—still had to follow some etiquette. “Wonder when you’ll want to repeat the experience, baby.” Yes, this way I talked was still very mild and lady-like. Combined with my voice, which was very soft and silky, the message actually sounded way sweeter than the words implied.

Jason stepped back and gulped. His confidence quickly vanished, and a few men around him—some jealous, some as equally afraid—couldn’t help but to stare at our bodies and feel very inadequate with themselves. “Gotta confess, babe, you really… mm…”

I put my finger on my lips and shooshed him. “No need to say it, hon. I hope you didn’t spend too long without being able to walk.”

He laughed—but only half-heartedly. “Well, come on, you were not this good.”

“Not for lack of wanting, though. I just didn’t want to kill you, honey.”

His expression made it clear that he believed every single word of mine—and it was wise too, for I was really not joking. “I, uh…” He kept moving undecidedly while I and Veronica walked over to our next set of equipment. “I’m much stronger now, for your information.”

“Sure you are, six-pack.” We both laughed, pulling up out shirts and flashing our gorgeous abs to one another. For anyone, man or woman (especially woman), a six-pack would be something to be proud of, a sign of peak physical condition, but to us it was actually a derogatory expression: with eight rigid, bloated muscles on each of our bellies, we found ourselves in the unique position to belittle and laugh at those wannabe strongmen.

“I can take on both of you, if you want to.”

We laughed. The entire gym froze a little. “Oh, honey, learn your place.” I turned slightly to him before sitting on the bench, and one by one the weights were placed on it by my equally-amused Veronica. “We’re on a whole other league, babe, even for men as massive as you.”

“Don’t talk, Heather. Show.” Veronica gleefully kept adding the weighs to the already overstuffed bench. “Show this puny male what you can do—and why he or any man can never hope to outlast us!” Taken aback by her own power, my friend slid her hands down her muscular, hard, yet curvy profile. “To outfuck us. Come on!”

Puffing steam through my nostrils, I began the exercise. Half the gym seemingly stopped what it was doing to watch me push those weighs like they were nothing, my powerful thighs moving up and down while threatening to shred my lycra apart. My muscles were roaring! Repetition after repetition, I felt the heat coursed through my fibers like mustangs racing through the wilderness.

Jason’s jaw dropped lower for each rep until he just threw his arms up and walked away. “Freaks.” He muttered, but we knew his dick had shrunk a little by witnessing those legs so much more powerful than his entire body.

“I think you hurt him, Heather.”

“Grrr!! Fuck him!” After two hours of exercises, I finally felt the sweat forming on my forehead. “That arrogant fuck! It’s nice putting a petty male like him on his place.”

She pressed the bench harder and harder, drawing fawning sighs from her friend. “Damn, Heather. You’re looking so much harder, so much more muscular.” She too, like many in that gym, couldn’t help herself; the friendship between them, though, allowed her much more liberty to her displays of admiration: pumping the iron like there was no tomorrow, Heather felt in her exposed abs the nails of her desirous friend, who purred with pleasure as she felt them flexing and throbbing—muscles so powerful they were squelching audibly. “Damn, girl. You’re killing it.”

Heather stopped the press. “You feeling needy, Vee-vee?”

Veronica’s eyes glimmered. “Don’t stop.” She slapped her mighty thighs. “Keep going on.”

Heather slapped hers back. “You finding excuses not to work out, huh, you lazy cow.”

“I’m sooo attracted to you.” She confessed. It wasn’t their first time, nor would it be their last. “Pump it. Pump some iron, beautiful.” She laid her palm wholly on her leg, splurging in her smooth, model-like skin, then squeezing (or at least trying to) her massive, bloated muscle. “Pump some iron so I can feel your powerful muscles working. You’re such a mare, Heather, I swear.”

Heather benched-pressed again. The longer she exercised, the hornier Veronica appeared to be. Her breath was coarse and panting. Her neck was swelling at some points. “Yes. Yes.” She whimpered, biting her lips and gulping dry and hard. “Oh, god.” She could see the waves and ripples across the formidable musculature of her friend. She was such a machine. “Fuck. You’re so powerful.”

“Do you want to feel my power again?” Heather took one hand out of the handle and fondled Veronica’s eight-pack. “Do you?”

The beautiful blonde blushed and groaned. “I…” Her throat was so dry. “Fuck. We shouldn’t.”

Heather’s eyes glimmered with passion. “We will.”

They worked out for two more hours until calling it quits and going out to enjoy each other’s bodies on the gym’s sauna. Heather was eating Veronica’s soul out of her pussy when instructors found them amidst the steam. The heat was much superior than it should have been, and that was because of their mighty bodies: those two beautiful, over-muscular blondes were producing steam on their own! If the instructors weren’t so impressed—and aroused—by their lewd display, their punishment would have been much more severe.

“Come, Vee.” Heather picked up Veronica on her arms. “Let’s finish this off back in my place.”

Veronica was still squirting when Heather carried her out to her car, and both girls had to finish off their affairs on a fancy hotel room—the one place where Heather carried all her conquests to, as their college dorms just wouldn’t cut it. Too much noise and too much power. The complaints had been enough to warrant her a suspension.

It was a problem Veronica knew very well, though she was much less powerful than her friend. “Heather!! Oh, Heather!!” As the dominant blonde thrust into her steamy pussy, Veronica cried out and screamed. “Fuck me, how can you be so pow… oooh!!!” Then her screams multiplied and intensified into infinity. The walls of the hotel trembled.

Even in that private place, it appears they wouldn’t have sufficient privacy: the buzzer rang many times, probably with complaints from the other residents. «Fuck them!» Heather thought, punishing her friend’s cunt with her strap-on eleven-inch penis. «I will drown this bitch in orgasms nom matter what!»

Relentlessly, furiously, Heather fucked Veronica for eleven hours until they both passed out in exhaustion. Her eyes were still crazed, however, as she witnessed her friend slowly pass out. “T-too much!!” Veronica cried out. “I-i-it’s too much!” She had put an admirable fight: eleven hours of unending fucking, with every single hole of hers having been licked, sucked, fingered, and fucked out of its tightness… «phew!» Heather resisted the urge of praising her; it would be too much for her already-inflated ego. «Girls, you got some stamina!» She flexed her muscles and pounded them even harder, sensing her fainting very near. «Either you’re getting stronger or I’m getting weaker. Whatever it is,» her thrusts intensified, «I will never let my guard down. Cum!» And her friend screamed. «Cum harder and harder on my dick and my muscles!»

“Oh, Heather… Heather!!” Veronica’s voice was faint and vanishing. Her throat was just too ruined after so much screaming. Squirting a power jet on Heather’s abs, she passed out completely, and her friend could finally withdraw her prick from her and toss it aside like a champ, flexing her muscles and admiring herself in front of a mirror.

«This is what a goddess should look like.» She flexed her biceps and her abs. Her tits jolted mightily, pulling her entire torso up. «Fuck me, I’m shredded!» He saw her raw, reddened pussy. It had taken quite a beating after all those hours of fucking, but, sliding her fingers into her lips, «mmm!», she basked on the fact she still had enough energy to go on for many hours more. «I’m relentless. Ain’t no human being more powerful than me, more vigorous than… me…»

Then it occurred to her: the newcomer. «Who the fuck is that fucking bitch!» Much taller, even wider than she was, the African nerd sure looked like an obvious threat to her reign. Even though she doubted the exchange student would have a physique superior to hers, she couldn’t be sure of anything. «Based on the last time I saw her, uh… fuck. Her body was amazing!» Even though she dressed very modestly, wearing the biggest sizes the stores had available, the African challenger still looked sexy and ripped, with her clothes clinging to her massive body, which looked hard in every inch, trained to perfection by a routine of ceaseless exercises and impeccable diet. «Yet still…» Heather flexed some more in front of the mirror, trying to give herself some sense of reassurance. «She never goes to the gym. How come?!» Maybe the student was laxing. Maybe the routine on the new country was still dawning on her. However… *gulp!* Heather felt her legs shaking. Her shoulders went a little lower, her stomach churning with the impossible thought that «maybe she’s all natural. A perfect body with perfect genes.» She gulped again. It was unreasonable to feel so much fear, especially for her. Turning around, she admired her glutes and her thighs on the mirror, striking bodybuilder poses, thinking that «maybe I’m getting too big. Mm.»

Nah. There wasn’t such a thing as “too big” for women like her. As long as her feminine proportions were kept in check—a thinner waist, a rocking ass, a massive rack, and incredibly long legs—all growth was game. She was unashamed of putting up enough muscle mass on a yearly basis to scare off even a charging bull. At six feet and three inches, she had height to spare: her muscles could grow bigger and denser without sacrificing her feminine form. Yeah, maybe she was too much; maybe she really was just too heavy, too powerful, too hard, but fuck it. «Like if meant to be hot and hard!» She flexed all her muscles before the mirror, adding another two inches of height to herself, before relaxing and laying down on the bed with her friend.

Kissing Veronica tenderly, fondling her hair and squeezing her breasts, Heather couldn’t still stop thinking about her challenger. «That massive African bitch. Who the hell does she think she is?» With an uneasy feeling between her legs, the giantess rested her head on her friend’s back and finally went to sleep.

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