“Who the hell, really, does she think she is?” It was a question that became all-encompassing as the rumors, nay, the accounts of that daring student multiplied across campus. Veronica and I were especially interested in those rumors, as they pertained precisely to the world we were supposed to be queens of; in our unrivaled, unchallenged status quo, that African bitch had appeared to shatter its foundations—and this was driving us crazy!
It all started with a few students “disappearing” for a while: students who never missed a class started missing them, only to reappear days later in completely fucked up conditions and exhausted expressions. Some of the absences lasted for well over months, and at least two students were never heard of again after the African witch, as it appeared, started performing her magic on them.
Males and females, there seemed to be no discrimination on who she chose to attack. Every time we saw a pale face with tired eyes and bruises all over the body, we knew this was a student who had met with the African’s curse. “What happened, Jesse?” We approached one of our friends—a ripped, but much leaner fitness student. Her appearance was absolutely pitiful: since the last time we saw her, she seemed to have lost over thirty pounds, and her limbs were always trembling every time she moved and tried to recount the horrors she had seem.
It was the same story from every pair of lips who recounted it; the same terrifying, yet arousing tale: “we fucked. Me and Jamila.” Oh, so that was her name: Jamila! How well we would have come to know it, and how many times we would hear it, with an admiring tone, from so many other mouths—until it was our mouths who were uttering and screaming it in ecstasy. But back to our friend: “I d-don’t know if she noticed me checking her out. I m-mean, we all knew, right, that I was… fuck! She’s so attractive! I couldn’t help but not to spy on her, to follow her, to try and get a peek… of her awesome body. Damn!” She seemed to be struggling for breath at every couple of words. “She came to me. Out of nowhere, she walked up to me and asked if I wanted to fuck. I was completely shocked by her brashness, but her body, her muscles… fuck, I couldn’t say no to a woman like her, couldn’t I? It was an experience I sure would never miss.” She crossed her legs and squeezed them tightly, her thighs much less impressive and drier than they used to be. Her hands too were crossed above her crotch, as if she was trying to protect something. “Never again. There is a limit to everything, and that woman… that… monster!…” Her heart was pacing. We could hear it from afar! “She’s beyond anything anyone can ever imagine.” Then, her eyes turned to us: “be careful, you two. That monster will soon have you in her sights.”
This first testimonial was enough to peek our curiosity, but it was the following accounts that really got our souls raging. Not just their content, but their numbers: in a span of four months, the African queen appeared to have laid with over half the student body. Soon, we learned that even the staff wasn’t safe from her. Professor Johnson, the college’s preeminent Muay thai instructor, had the same bruised look as everyone else when we gathered enough courage to ask him “what happened?” The poor man’s body, as bad as it looked, wasn’t half as bruised as his ego, though: “I’ll tell you what happened: that freak of nature has destroyed me, that’s what!”
He wasn’t much help, of course. It was much harder getting those confessions from boys than it was from girls, as the crushed egos were so much more painful on the male souls. Still, with just a little inquiry, we soon discovered that it wasn’t just Mr. Johnson, but the entire Muay thai team of the school who had been laid and conquered by that savage African pussy—all in the same night. “What?!” We had to control ourselves so as not to scream aloud in the middle of the hallways. “Are you saying that she did them all… in the same night??”
Our friend Rebecca was just as shocked as we were—if not more, for she was the one who had to take care of the boys after the fact. “Not the same night; the same weekend. I saw firsthand their bruises and injuries, some of them with twisted joints and broken bones.” She came closer to us, lowering her voice, making sure no one else could hear the indelicate matter: “she spent the entire weekend laying the living fuck out of them.”
“B-but they’re…” Poor Veronica couldn’t stop gulping, clearing her throat, crossing her legs, and adjusting her tight skirt on her pelvis. “There are, what, twelve of them?”
“Sixteen?!” I couldn’t believe it. No: I couldn’t accept it. “You’re saying that she fucked sixteen men in a single night?”
“Again, no, not a single night.” Her eyes glimmered with both loathing and passion: “a single session. They met on Friday. The first bodies arrived on the hospital on Monday.”
“Oh, my god!’ Veronica covered her mouth, standing on the tip of her toes. “Are they okay?”
“Two are in… fuck. I can’t believe I’m saying it.” She shook her head and sighed. “Two are under intensive care. Most of the others are fine, but they’ll take a week… weeks to recover. Only Mr. Johnson was discharged, and that’s because she’d left him for last.”
I gulped. “For last?”
“Yes. According to the boys, she said he was ‘by far the most appetizing lay of the night.’ She treated the other boys are mere entrees before the banquet. She said—and again, I don’t believe I’m saying that—that he’d be ‘the first man worthy of her cunt in this whitey country,’ and that she would ‘lay him like only African gods can.’” She gave us that same look: “you shouldn’t be thinking what you are thinking. You haven’t seen the X-rays. I have.” She shuttered. “Three of the guys had their pelvises crushed. Two of them has their femurs dislocated. One will not be able to walk sooner than a month, and five others are so malnourished we had to hook them on machines to inject nutrients back into their veins. They said that, once that monster locked her gaze on them, the minimum she’d last with them was three hours each. They said she fucked four, even five of them simultaneously. One told me she fucked him for eight hours unendingly until he passed out and woke up in the hospital bed.”
“You can’t be serious.”
She took a phone from her pocket and showed us images of the crime scene: “please, don’t tell anyone I showed you this. It’s actually forbidden to take pictures of our patients, but fuck me, what the hell was I supposed to do? Just listen to their stories without a lick a proof? I ain’t being this naïve. Here’s the result of her sex marathon.”
She swiped through the pictures with her thumb, showing us row after row of broken up bodies and beat up males. Though we expected to see something ugly, we didn’t know it would be that gruesome.
The bodies just kept getting worse and worse with each swipe, some of them barely looking alive. “Jesus Christ! Were they hit by a truck?”
“Well, even a truck wouldn’t be that bad.”
“Is she into some kinky shit? Seriously, look at this one: he’s completely twisted! From head to skin, his all purple and bloated, and his limbs all look twisted.”
“No ‘kinky shit,’ at least that I know of. It’s just her body and her prey.” She adjusted the glasses on her nose. “There is something peculiar about her, though. Something I think you would be very interested in knowing.”
We turned our hungry gazes to her, no longer concealing out raging curiosity. “What, what, what?”
“Here. Look at this.”
“Eww!” We immediately turned our faces away. The pictures were now of their gaping anuses and stretched-out pelvises. One of them had an asshole so widened it’s like someone had been fisting him all weekend long. “What the fuck has she done to them?”
“She fucked them.” Our girlfriend, though, felt the need to be more precise: “she penetrated them.”
“Penetrated them with what?” We were met with silence. “You told us she didn’t use anything but her body.”
“Yes. I have told you that.”
“Then how could she have left them in this state? Jesus Christ,” we kept seeing the images, “are all of them like this?”
“All of them. They won’t take a shit without great pain in under a few months, I tell ya.”
“Then how did she do it? There’s no way a woman can do that just with her pelvis! Did she use a strap-on, like I do with Veronica?”
“Oh, come on, Vee-vee.” I took her hand. “Everyone knows I fuck ya lika a mustang.”
She smirked. “You fuck like a beast. I can’t help but to…” She fawned. “Take every inch and every ounce of your power.”
“You two done?”
“Please, tell us. Stop teasing us so: what did she use to leave these men so torn-up and wrecked? Fuck, this one has literally been torn up in the ass. Jesus! You had to stich the poor fuck back up! Did she fist him or what?”
She was trying hard not chuckle at us. “For two strong, independent women like you, you have a very strange lack of imagination.”
“So it’s not a strap on, is it?”
“No, Heather. I told you already: she used only her body.”
“So, her fists.”
“No.” She raised her eyebrows. “She’s into no such kinks. If anything, she’s rather conservative: most of these men were destroyed in simple missionary.”
We both shut up. The gears in our brains only then began to turn.
“Now you understand, don’t ya? Or do you want me to spell it all out to you?”
Our hearts began to race. Our legs, to weaken. “Is she… does she have…?”
She nodded. “She’s a hermaphrodite. A very perfect one, as far as they told me.”
“It means she’s got a cock, Veronica. A cock as well as one tight, massive cunt!”
“What kind of cock?”
“The kind of cock that leaves asses in this state.” She showed me a particularly gruesome picture of an anus inches wider than my own fist. “I wish I had any pictures. Sadly, none of them had the chance to take one of her before she… uh, massacred them all.”
Something began to change in our friend: she was touching her neck and her hair more often, clearing her throat, crossing her legs, as if her inner turmoil was finally taking the best of her professional demeanor. Once her cheeks flushed and her face was filled with warm colors, we realized she was horny as fuck. “A perfect hermaphrodite, I mean… can you believe it? They told me she’s not just ‘a male,’ but a very endowed one. In fact, when talking about her genitalia, all the men seemed to go into a paralysis state, as if the horror (or the humiliation) was too great even after everything they told us.” She walked closed and confided: “they told me she’s an elephant. Like, really, really big. Bigger than any woman being, even as big as a horse.” The hallway rumbled with the combined echoes of our gulping. Our throats were as dry as the Sahara, but that didn’t prevent us from moving even closer and begging for more intel—which our friend was more than happy to provide: “I have no exact numbers, but one guy told us she was much bigger and thicker than his whole forearm…”
“Oh, come on. That is impossible!”
“Huh, I wasn’t finished, Heather: she’s bigger than his forearm… when she’s limp.”
The silence. One could hear our three hearts beating in unison. “W… h… a… t…?”
“I don’t believe it either.” Again, she showed us the pictures. “However, the X-rays don’t lie: they were penetrated by something much longer than twenty inches and thicker than five inches. Even if they were just exaggerating and the dick isn’t really so humongous, no doubt can be cast upon her strength.” She showed us more images of their internal organs, which seemed to be all messed up from their guts to their stomachs. “You know the ones on intensive care? They had to undergo surgery to reconstruct their guts. She torn them to shreds, real freaky shit. Honestly, they wouldn’t have had it this bad if they took a literal sledgehammer to their asses. She should be charged for attempted homicide, I tell you.” Still, our friend licked her lips. “What freak of nature possesses such a penis and such a power to leave sixteen men such an absolute and complete wreck? Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”
More than making us wonder, it made us obsessed. She wasn’t the only one with information about that prodigious student, we eventually learned, as the “survivors” of her plight multiplied with the passing of the days and the weeks. From all trembling lips in all exhilarated faces we heard the same ole story, piecing together the new nuggets of intel as they were presented to us: “the balls! The balls of that woman!” The terrified face of a once proud bodybuilder made us gulp and adjust the skirts in our pelvises. “I could hear the semen coursing inside those two giant things!”
His terror, his trembling, the fact that he’d been walking for days on crutches, we noticed it all, yet the fear didn’t halt our curiosity: “she’s got balls?!” By the way his head trembled as he nodded, we could see he was just as confused as we were.
“Yeah, s-she’s got balls, and she knows how to use them. I mean,” he rubbed his face, “they’re full. Always full! Just as she cums, she produces more semen. I never saw a woman… well, a creature cum as much as that monster did, and I’m into this thing!”
“How does she, well…” I was ashamed of asking such questions, but in face of that discovery, well, my pride be damned! “How does she compare to your other lovers?”
He would have laughed if he wasn’t so scared. “She doesn’t. There’s just no comparing a normal person to that… that…” He shuttered. “That abomination.” Then he looked at us. “I thought you two were tireless freaks in the bed…”
“Oh, thank you.”
“…but you’re not.”
“You’re nothing compared to her. Not by a mile.”
I stepped forth. Now things were personal. “You couldn’t hold a candle to either of us! Each of us exhausted you on our own, let alone the two of us together.”
“I’m not saying, Heather, that you’re bad. No way. You two are the greatest women on Earth when it comes to sex. Like, you have no peer, no competition! I always thought I was quite a stud, but you two taught me what sex was really like—and for that, my sweethearts, you have my thanks.”
“So why do you…?”
He shut us both by raising his hand. “You have no peers among normal people, but that woman… that abomination!… I wouldn’t put her on your level, ever, for she doesn’t belong to us, you know, mere people, mere humans, but,” he gulped, “maybe demons. Or angels. Or gods.”
“Come on, now you’re pushing it.” But we both froze as he looked at us with such scary seriousness.
“The things she did to me… to us!…” He leaned down to his knees, resisting the urge to curl in a fetal position. “She’s not human. She cannot be. She destroyed us, Heather, I mean it! I’m the only one, it appears, who survived to tell the tale.”
Indeed, it’s been weeks since we’d seen the rest of his gang: he and five other guys, always together, always loud and merry, picking up all the chicks who were into muscles and cocky personalities. Now, that poor man, once the king of all muscle heads, had been reduced to shrivel of his former, jock-y self: “ain’t no comparing. She’s not human. S-she’s…” For a moment, it was if he was staring at the heart of darkness. “She’s not human!”
“Why did you even get together? I thought you were too macho to ever play the pegged type.”
Silence. It was clear there was still too much for the poor, broken male to unpack. Slowly, a defeated smiled appeared on his face. “I was, wasn’t I? Well, I guess I thought so. I won’t deny I was ‘curious’ about her after hearing what she did to… well, everybody else. I was curious, yes, but that’s not what drove me to her. She fucked Marissa, you know?”
“Marissa? Ah.” We remembered: “your girl?”
“My ex, I guess. Doesn’t make a lotta difference. We weren’t that close, anyway, but damn!, she was still my lay, and that African slut fucked her under my nose! That couldn’t stand! I went after her to take, uh, satisfaction.”
Silence. If we leaned in any further, we would have laid on his body. “And?”
No immediate answer. Poor bastard still had a lot to chew. “The bitch challenged us. ‘I hear your guys are the biggest studs out here.’ She knew about us. She didn’t even blink before putting her finger on my pecs and saying: ‘I challenge you to a fight. Let’s see how long you last with me.”
“I knew what she meant. Me and the boys thought ‘alright, fine, easy pussy.’ It would be a great way to get revenge and get laid.” Again, he curled up into himself, and his soul seemed to leave his body. “H-how long does she last? I-I’ve been hearing stories, you know…”
“Hey, honey, I think you’re getting distrac-”
He just kept speaking, though, like a machine on autopilot, his mind turned mere voicemail: “I’ve heard she can fuck for days. I don’t doubt it. With a penis like that…” His legs were spread out, maybe to give his crotch a bit of cool air. “We didn’t last long. Not as long as these stories go. In the end, we were weak. Not nearly the strong studs we always thought we were.” His hands went down to his crotch, gripping it as if to protect what little remained. “Each of us blanked out in under an hour. I was the last of her ‘crop,’ as well as the one who lasted the longest. She knew it, for just as she dropped Dario’s unconscious body on the pile of my other defeated dudes, she walked over me and said: ‘come. Try and dominate me. If you managed to cram your ant-sized cock on my asshole, I will forever be your sex slave.’ There was no other side to that challenge, you see. The arrogant fuck didn’t even feel like thinking about it: of course she was going to win!”
“Did you, like, got aggressive?”
“Of course we did!” For the first time, we finally got a peek of his former, stronger self: “I went after her like a fighter. I really wanted to punish that bitch, to pummel her with my fists, but every time I tried to push her into the ground, every time I tried to subdue her…” The words, along with his breath, appeared to have been eluding him. “She. Just. Shrugged it off! Like this, like I was nothing! I punched and kicked that bitch in the balls, yet she just laughed at me. At one point, she almost broke my arm, twisting it like this, really nasty, just to prove her point: that goddess…” He covered his mouth. His lips had blabbered something only his mind should know: “that bitch, even after five hours of fucking, could take me down with an arm under her back and not a drop of sweat in her whole body!”
“You mean… literally? Not a drop of sweat?”
Every time he raised his face to us, his expression was sunken deeper and deeper into existential despair. “Yes. I don’t believe she sweated after the whole ordeal. Not that I can know, anyway: I passed out after two hours of ‘fighting.’ She commented that I was ‘a very good man’ for lasting so long, and that ‘only’ eight other people in her life had lasted longer. Eight people, you see! I bet that whore remembers the names and faces of all of them. How many people does that bitch fuck? Anyway, doesn’t matter. All I care about now is Andre, Percy, all the gang. Haven’t heard about them in a while. She told me I was strong, and that I should be proud for lasting so long, but still my ass didn’t stop bleeding for three days, and only yesterday did I really begin to walk properly back again. If I was the strong one, Lord knows what happened to the ‘weakest.’ If all these rumors hold water, they might still be at the hospital as we speak.”
As we would later find out, yes, two of them were indeed at the hospital—one in grave condition. “She’s making quite a reputation for herself, you see.” Another friend told us: “word says the higher-ups are considering some ‘corrective measures.’ She’s starting to affect the performance of whole classes, not to mention the lives she’s putting on the line with her… oh!…” She adjusted the shirt on her massive, bouncing cleavage. “Performance!”
Veronica and I looked at each other and smiled. “You said you slept with her. How come you’re not, you know, dead or something? How come you’re still in one piece?”
The tall, gorgeous vixen crossed her legs. Her eyes were still full of passion as she looked at us, even though it’s been months since we last made love. “You know, Heather, Veronica, you’re still going to be the best lays of my life, and I really can’t thank you enough… oh!… for the things you taught me. The things you made me feel!”
I gave her palm a gentle squeeze. “Always a pleasure. Now, you can thank us by telling us everything.”
“Sure.” She blushed. “You were my best lovers. My best, uh, lesbian romances, if I can put it this way. Actually, you were better than any woman or man, but that’s a given, right? This woman, however… you see, I wouldn’t even classify her a ‘woman’ because… oh, honey, please, I hope you’re not offended, but this student,” she fawned, “she’s on a league of her own. She’s not, like, a normal person, and more like…”
Blushing even harder, she tried looking away. “How did you know?”
“You’re not the first person we talk to. Is she really that good?” We saw her nod in silence, almost in shame. “How come you’re still in one piece, then?”
“She’s not aggressive when she knows we’re not into that. I actually never met one of these ‘horror stories’ that are multiplying across campus. I mean, sure, I heard about them, even fingered myself by thinking about them, but I never met one of these people. She’s actually a hell of a lover. I think…” He fanned herself. “Fuck. I’m thinking I’m falling in love.”
Eyebrows were raised. “You’re not the one for falling in love like this.”
“I know, right? Call it addiction, then. I’ve been trying to get back into her dick, but the bitch’s busy, you see. Anyone who’s seen her or heard about her wants to at least spend an hour alone with her, and it seems that uncaring whore, uh, is more than happy to oblige.” He crossed her arms and looked away. “Fuck, can’t believe I’m jealous.”
She wasn’t the only one. “Compared to us, how is she?”
She pretended to not understand. “Compare to you? I mean, well, I told ya, right: there’s no point comparing.”
“Bullshit.” I slapped the table. “Tell us straight: is she really so much better than us?” We saw her shamefully nod. “How much?”
“Oh, Heather, come on…”
I stood up. My size was enough to cast a shadow over her entire being, but that was not the only thing intimidating her: my anger, by that point, was clear and transparent as the waters in the Caribbean. It was a matter of pride, and my pride was fucking shredded! “Quit bullshitting us: comparing that bitch to us, how much better is she? Twice as good? Three times?”
“There’s no saying that.”
“Oh, go fuck y-”
“No, Heather, you don’t get it: even if I were to put a number, there would be no point to it, for I don’t believe any number is that great. Two times, three times, fuck, ten times… none of this even comes close to describing her.”
I sat down, and Veronica cast me a hopeless look. “You mean…?”
“She’s infinitely superior. If I were to describe her, that’s the word I would use: infinity. She’s just… god! There’s no end to that woman’s might!”
“Even with us…?”
“Yes. Even with you being the best lovers I’ve ever had until I met her, and by a wide margin; even with you being two of the most spectacularly well-endowed ladies the world has ever seen, with muscles to put any man to shame and enough stamina to outlast a god… you’d still pale in comparison to that woman, who no ‘woman,’ but really a goddess. The goddess of sex, I’d say, like she’d fallen straight from black Olympus.”
Despite all those testimonies, as well as the constant trembling of our legs, we still refused to throw the towel. A crown, after all, is not so easily taken—or at least it shouldn’t be! “You’re not thinking straight. There’s no way anyone can be that good.”
She nodded, almost agreeing with us. “If by ‘anyone’ you mean ‘human,’ well, I guess you have a point. She, however, is no human, but a literal…”
“Ah, fuck it. I’m through with this bullshit!”
I wasn’t. If anything, Veronica and I were now crawling all over the walls with fascination for that mythic woman-stud. Could anyone really be so godly at sex? And her genitalia? Could they really be so massive as everyone said they were, let alone so beautiful, so powerful? It pained us to admit, but that bitch was slowly infecting our minds—and our cunts. “I can’t stop thinking about her, Heather.” Veronica whispered while laying on me, our naked bodies sweaty and steamy after a three-hour course of fucking.
“Mm, me too. To be honest, I was kinda thinking about her when I was fucking you.” My fingers carefully travelled over her cheeks, pinching and fondling them, prepping them before I leaned for a kiss. “I imagined I was her. Fucking you.”
“You sure gave me cum like a goddess.” She kissed me back. “There’s no way she can be better than this. No fucking way! Must be some African drug she’s giving all these people, to make them hallucinate such crazy things.”
“Yeah, probably. There’s only one way to know, though.” We went on to fuck for five more hours before putting any more thought to the matter, however. The very next day, another discovery slapped us in the face: not only was she a sex freak, it appeared she was as good in the classroom as she was in the bed—and by that, I mean: she was really freaking smart!
The revelation fell on us like a bomb as a copy of her grades seemed to have been leaked from the university’s directory. It quickly made rounds amongst all the students, who were just as baffled as we were: “I mean, is there anything that whore can’t do?!” I stared in disbelief at her grades on my phone: all an endless stream of A-pluses and perfect 100s. “Holy shit! A four-point GPA score? Are you fucking kidding me?!”
Veronica took the phone out of my hand, clearly hoping to laugh at what could only be a gross exaggeration: “alright! I’m not gonna fall for… shit!!” Her eyes met the numbers. Her jaw dropped on the spot. “Is this legit?” Her thumbs scrolled through the pages madly, her nostrils puffing like they wanted to release some steam. “No, no, it can’t be! How can this bitch ace tests that even I found impossible to finish?! Fuck! Some of these tests couldn’t even be aced in theory!”
“There’s no such a thing as tests that can’t be aced, you dum-dum.”
“But look at it! Holy fucking shit, she literally aced everything!” Then, a maniacal laughter burst from her lips. She looked thinner and sicklier in a matter of seconds, and her eyes were crazed, frenzied, like her mind was just a hair trim away from slipping. “I whoop my ass off studying, with barely enough time for food or sleep, and here this cunt comes alone and performs better than even an Albert Einstein would!”
“Mm, Einstein was kinda of a bad student? She’s, like, Jimmy Neutron levels of smart.” I took my phone back. “Really cartoonish.”
Veronica was pulling her hair off. Unlike me, who never cared too much about grades, she wanted a career in a corporate environment where grades like those were mightily important. If only she could make money out of her killing physique, or modelling! Not that there were no offers, but that is beyond the point: it pained me to see my friend, who spent so long studying to only get by, get her (muscular and hard) ass handed to her by a foreigner who shouldn’t even be able to speak proper English, let alone ace tests that even the smartest and fawniest of nerds ever could. Should her performance continue like that, in a single year she’d probably become the most accomplished student in the nation, if not the world. “Only those Harvard freaks can be smarter than her—and even then I have my doubts. Like, these grades…”
“They’re not real!” She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me along.
“Wait, let go of me! Fuck, you maniac. What’s going on with you?”
“We have to see it! We have to confirm that those grades are really true!”
“Are you crazy? Do you forget that these were stolen from the archives? If we appear at the student’s bureau, we’re going to…”
Then I shut and gulped once she turned to me those eyes oozing with blood and hatred: “I don’t give a flying FUCK!!” Her scream echoed in the corridor, and many heads turned to pry on us. “I’ll have to see this with my own eyes!”
I wish she didn’t. Usually pure and submissive, Veronica became a lioness of hatred, a goddess of vengeance once the committee confirmed her worst fears: “you know, it’s illegal what you’ve just done.”
“We were not the ones who stole these papers. We’re just here to confirm if they really are true!”
“You know I can’t say anything about this, right? This is private information.”
“Private information is my CUNT!” The entire office froze. Heads were turned, ears were spiked. God, I wish I could flush myself out of the room, like a silly cartoon character, but the gravity of her actions seemed to completely elude my friend’s senses: “just tell me if these are real or not! I don’t care if I get suspended!”
“This is not about you, you know, Veronica.”
To my shock… were those tears? Tears on Veronica’s eyes. “Hey, Ron-ron.” I touched her triceps and gave them a gentle squeeze. Her body shuttered, her muscles making her clothes stretch and writhe.
“I work so damn hard! How come this foreign bitch can just waltz in, without a care in the world, and conquer everything I was short of trading my soul off to have? Not only grades, but all the boyfriends and girlfriends too! I…” At this point, she lost his: she covered her face and cried, her mighty body standing in stark contrast with her frailty. Giving her a tight embrace, I made both our muscles rumble. It would be comical, you know, those two giants squeezing each other, almost making the fabric of their shirt rupture, but it was pretty agonizing—at least to me. Veronica had always had a bit of an “edge” to her personality, and it was maddening to see it finally manifesting the darkest she’d been harboring in her soul for so damn long.
My eyes were already apologizing to the counselor before my lips did it: “I’m sorry, Emma. We had other things going on, you see.”
“It’s fine.” She looked to her sides, trying not to get anymore unwanted attention as she pushed us out of the room. “Normally, I’d have your asses suspended, but… well, they’re lovely asses.” She fumbled my hard, prominent buttocks, and we both gave each other naughty smiles as we stood in a short and empty corridor. “I still remember what you did to my pussy. Fuck!” Her eyes rolled. “After that fucking, trust me, you get a free pass anytime you want.”
“You’re looking even better now than last time, Emmy.” I touched her waist. It was thin and toned, quite an Instagram-perfect shape for a forty-year-old woman with three kids. “Looking good, feeling even better.” I winked. “What you been doing, girl?”
I hugged Veronica tighter as Emma crossed her legs and blushed before us. “What you told me to: I’m hitting the gym at least thrice a week now. Gotta confess,” she flexed one biceps, and the sleeve of her shirt was tested by the swelling of her gun, “it feels fucking awesome to get in shape.”
“You’re a warrior! I’ve got to admit,” my hands did most of the talking, though, fondling her sides and her hips, squeezing her firm buttocks and counting the muscles in her abs, “damn. You’re so fuckable.” Her eyes gleamed. Soon, they were raptured by mine: “damn, girl. I’d do you like a beast, right here, right now, in the snap of a finger, if you wanted to.”
Her thumbs and index fingers trembled, really tempted to test my words. “Fuck.” She swooned. “If only men had half your audacity, Heather.”
“They’re probably be jailed for rape, let’s be honest.”
She laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. But you’re…” She touched my belly, feeling my insane hardness and size under my ever-tight uniform. “Damn. You’re impossible to say ‘no’ to.”
I stepped forward. Indeed, there was no beautiful woman (or man) to whom I too would say ‘no’ to if they gave me even the slightest opening. I would take her fat fucking lips and ram my tongue all the way down to her throat, if she let me, but sadly she placed her hands on my belly, almost touching my breasts as she stopped me on my tracks. “No. Another day, please, another time. I’ve got so much to do.”
“Let’s do it. Now.” I fondled her cheeks. “You only have me to do!”
To my surprise, however… “Don’t be too cocky now. You’re not the only lesbian womanizers in town anymore.”
We both shuttered upon hearing those words, and now it was my turn to feel a little of the pain and the wrath that shook Veronica to her core. “What do you mean by that?”
“I think you know what I mean.” She turned around and walked back very slowly to her room, teasing us with a constant jiggle of her butt. “You know, you might have bodies of steel, but sometimes a lady needs more than tongue and fingers. I quite don’t care a lot about the great grades of that foreigner, you see, but her great… endowment…” She swooned. “Hot damn! No wonder you feel so outclassed, girls.” She winked and gave us a kiss. “That’s life, though! Some people just have everything! What can you do, right?”
And there she went, leaving us both frozen, FRAIL, and fuming. “Veronica.” My voice barely left me, heavy and wrathful as it was.
“You thinking the same as me, Heather?”
“Yes.” I punched my fists and cracked my knuckles. “Let’s end that fucking bitch!”
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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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Diane should have been stronger than that. The princess of the Amazons had grown to outrageous eleven feet and six inches of height and added about a thousand pounds of muscle to her curvy, sexy body, yet now she was on the ground, cracking the floor and crushing the stone as she squirmed and panted under the tongue of her much smaller, but much abler master.
She had never felt (or even imagined she would ever feel) such power in a woman so much smaller than herself. For all her femininity, Diane always really had a manly manner to her: in her mind, size was power, and the bigger partner was always the leader in the battle of the bedsheets. Always. That’s how she fucked Amazons and led them to bone-shattering, mind-numbing orgasms, but now she was the one moaning, screaming, and crying under the superior technique of her master.
The Head Instructress, after all, was many decades older than her. Though technically immortal, the Amazons still physically age until they reach the appearance of a fifty-to-seventy-year-old lady. No one ever bothered to track the ages of anybody (or even their own!) so their declared “age” was mostly based on their physical appearance—though even that, in the case of the Head Instructress, was difficult to do.
The woman who was eating Diane out had a legendary status amongst the Amazons, meaning that her age might have as well have been into the thousands of years, but her appearance was undefinable; theoretically, Amazons so old must have resembled a fifty, even a sixty-year old vixen, but the Instructress seemed, even under the least generous of assertions, no older than thirty-five. She was one of those mature women who exuded so much health that they seemed much firmer, harder, more appetizing to both the eye and the touch than any eighteen-year-old would ever be.
Diane felt all this superior quality of her genes as the Head Instructress ate her pussy like a champ. The eight-feet-tall, 600-pound muscle Amazon had a 22-inch tongue as thick as five horse dicks—all of them penetrating the princess at once! Diane was being electrocuted by the explosions of pleasure from her cunt; she literally felt her muscles contracting and her organs moving around her waist, tortured under the almost-magical touch of that strong girl.
Still, the princess didn’t cum. Well, technically she was cumming, but she was not yet unleashing messy loads of cum on the Instructress’s face. Like a very rugged Alpha male, Diane equated squirting to inferiority: the woman who squirted at the touch of another partner was clearly the inferior half of the equation. Accustomed to winning and dominating anyone and everyone from a very early age, Diane was not prone to lose control so quickly—but to her unimaginable terror, the Instructress was not only blasting through her defenses, but also doing so with godly ease and speed, literally torturing her with as many orgasms in under three minutes than a thousand studs could give a woman in a lifetime of bed-breaking action.
Not that things were are as easy as they looked, of course. «Damn, Diane!» The Instructress thought at every second: «you’re every bit a demigoddess as your reputation says!» The matriarch’s tongue blasted the princess’s insides, contorting in such a way that no five points of her cunt were untouched at any given time. Not only that, but she knew a woman’s inside like an engineer and his labyrinth, and every single erogenous spot, every pleasure point, every orgasmic rift, and every ecstatic fold inside her that could be touched, ravished, and stimulated was touched, ravished, and stimulated. As she closed her eyes, the princess imagined a whole battalion of warrior eating her pussy out. All of these warriors were no more than the Instructress’s tongue, which seemed to grow and multiply inside her insanely-lubricated passage.
The princess raised her head, only to throw it back on the floor. *Baang!!* Cracks grew on the stop. She raised her head again and banged it once more time. *Boom!!* Then gain, and again, and then again and again and again, digging a hole under her back and cracking the temple all the way to the walls, the columns, and the ceiling.
The mighty Amazon was bulldozing the massive temple with her body. It wasn’t a surprise, seeing how powerful and virile her physique had become. After that outrageous muscle transformation, Diane had added enough muscles to tear that entire ground in half with a punch, if she so wanted to. The Instructress had to control herself so that she didn’t cum madly while touching Diane’s powerful musculature. She loved the fresh, nubile bodies of her apprentices, but even for her, after thousands of years-worth of beautiful ladies and fertile wombs, that princess was just… too much!
«Hot! So fucking hot!!» She used her arousal to power her tongue, striking nine different erogenous spots in the Amazon at once and literally drinking the juices that piled up inside her. The princess was holding up so many squirts she was flirting with inflammation. «What will I have to do to make you fucking explode?!»
The Instructress didn’t have the same problem: her right hand was firmly planted on her own pussy, fingering it like a machine. Her fingers moved and vibrated hundreds, if not thousands of times per second, drilling so much lube from her inwards that the splashes were clear and loud anywhere in the temple.
Her squirt exploded like jets, sometimes as hard and precise as laser threads, many dozens of feet away from her body; sometimes, the explosions were messy and into every direction, making nectar rain over both women, with Diane trembling under their scorching droplets.
“See, Diane?” The Instructress could even speak while eating her! “It’s so good!” She moaned, and the gravity of her moans only made Diane more aroused. “Unloading your nectar feels so good… oooh!!… I can’t even begin to describe it!” The way she looked up to the princess while basking in her cunt was the most erotic image ever. “Cum rivers on me! I know you have gallons inside that massive body of yours! Ooh, baby girl!” She stuck her tongue as deep as she could, curling its tip around Diane’s cervix and striking three different erogenous spots.
Diane screamed. Her fists gripped the ground and turned it to dust, forcing the princess to grab new fistfuls of the floor to keep her balance, digging two deeper holes as time went on. Both their muscular bodies were standing on uneven soil, as the floor had been cracked so much it was like they were laying on a carpet-bombed battlefield. The Instructress saw how the mere weight of Diane’s muscles made the ground crack, tearing the stone into pebbles, and she fondled the girl’s massive buttocks to feel just how much power she carried in them. «With muscles like these, you could split a horse in two if you fucked it!» She had filthy thoughts, imagining how glorious Diane would be with a dick and two massive, low-hanging fruits.
Diane cried out as she still persisted, against all odds, to hold back her squirts. The tongue was furiously working her insides. Despite all resistance, Diane couldn’t prevent her cunt from leaking, and the amount of lubes was already so extreme that the tongue made splashy sounds inside of her. Soon, the Instructress had to place all her mouth in that cunt so that not a single drop of those juices escaped it.
Then, when she was all set, she suckedit. Diane roared and the temple quaked. Her muscles seemed to be exploding, ripples coursing though her like the surface of a lake under an earthquake, and then she was jolting madly, crashing her back against the floor and sending pieces flying all around.
If one looked at her cunt, one would think she was already squirting. It was merely an illusion: the Instructress was both sucking her and eating her out so hard that the juices inevitably splashed on her face, sometimes being squirted in tiny threads around her face, with a waterfall of nectar forming under her bust.
Diane’s “ejaculation” looked like someone was slowly pouring a very big jug of creamy nectar out of her cunt and into the ground. The crater around the women was being filled with those juices, like rivers reclaiming the folds and crevices of a canyon. Diane felt mad, then she felt like dying. The pleasure and burning of her hips was so intense she felt orgasms straight in her organs. Her guts twirled around like snakes, and her belly throbbed just like one giant heart.
Just when she though the Instructress had shown her her entire arsenal of sexuality, Diane was floored by the lioness’s sudden and masterful tongue swelling and twitching, gently piercing the cervix while striking multiple orgasms at the edges of its folds—all while the rest of the tongue both twitched and throbbed around fifteen or more erogenous zones in the pussy simultaneously.
The tongue seemed to move at supersonic speeds while also giving the princess all the focus and attention of a very slow, tender lovemaking; she had over twenty different spots burning inside of her at any given time, and the precision of the Instructress was such that even if one worshiped a single spot with all the attention and care in the world, one would still far behind the mastery with which the Instructress pressed each and every one of those twenty-plus spots at once.
She wasn’t an Amazon; she was a fucking animal! “Zeus!!” Diane bit her tongue. At points, the pleasure felt like she was being stomped in the stomach by elephants. “Fucking…!! Zeus!! Hades!! OOOH!!” Her screams alone made the temple rumble, and her shaking on the ground added to those earthquakes, prompting parts of the ceiling to fall and further ruin the floor.
“Stop resisting, Diane.” The Instructress pulled off her tongue, then stuck it all back in. *Boom!!* Judging by her wide eyes and quivering smile, Diane was experiencing a reality-bending orgasm. Her expression was like someone who was finally seeing the gods; an orgasm far too incomprehensible for even someone of her godly lineage to grasp, and one that would easily kill hundreds of thousands of mortals if they felt it.
“Do you think that’s even my hardest? Do you think…” The instructress thrust in her three more times, “this is even a labor to me? Fucking arrogant bitch!” She hardened her tongue, making it round like a tube and stiff as iron. Her girth increased around the princess’s tight cunt, like a whole fist penetrating her. Diane felt the tremendous stretching of her flesh followed by rippling noises all over the temple, and for a second she though she had lost it as an outburst of nectar fell heavily on the ground.
It wasn’t yet her squirting, however; just a dense, massive waterfall of juices continuously pouring from her cunt. “Stop holding it, Diane!” The Instructress loudly gulped her copious juices. Her belly was throbbing with over two gallons of pussy juice—and that was still nothing for the inhuman female! “Do you want me to really hurt you? Okay!” The Instructress wrapped her arms around the girl’s massive thighs, preparing for a brutal action. “This is how I really fuck a dumb cunt like yours!” She pulled her tongue out. Every inch of it dripped with pussy potion, and still the little cunt refused to squirt! Diane actually took the time to raise her head and look up to the Instructress in defiance, almost laughing at her expense.
Poor girl! She didn’t know what terrible fate awaited her. “Have you ever wondered, Diane, what it feels to be pounded by a breeding bull?” A stretching sound followed the insane hardening of the tongue, whose tip teased the divine cunt just a little. “It’s about a hundred times weaker… than this!!”
The Instructress thrust her tongue inside Diane. All of it. Before the first flash of orgasm could even reach the princess’s brain, however, the Instructress pulled the tongue out and thrust it all back in again, several times in a single second. When the orgasms hit, they did so like a flood: Diane literally passed out before the scream left her throat, and her body remained squirming and twitching on the ground as the Instructress pummeled into her like a herd of a thousand horny stallions.
The juices that had been pent-up by the woman’s defiant pussy will were all released. All of them. All at once! The Instructress made a good call in holding on to the woman’s thighs, for the explosion of nectar in her face was so extreme that she (and her six hundred pounds of muscle mass) would have been blasted away to the other side of the island, with her face nearly peeled off by the potent firehoses.
The temple trembled and its cracks grew as the juice exploded from the cunt. The Instructress felt that smoke was coming from the princess’s skin. The acolyte’s hips began to rise, the muscles of her legs moving them up all by themselves. The princess’s tongue sprang out of her mouth, and her face was colored by pure elation. Her body moved further and further up while the hoses of her cunt only grew stronger, and the Instructress had get up herself so as to keep her aim on the dominant pussy.
No matter how powerfully that bitch came or how hard those juices burned the Instructress’s face; the matriarch would win that battle! After the initial shock, the Instructress hardened her tongue again and pummeled away into the princess’s vagina. If the first flurry of thrusts had made her pass out, the second one waked her back up immediately. “GODS!!” Her scream was torturous, like she couldn’t even hold the insides of her body together. “GODS!! OOH, GAAAWDS!!!”
More pieces of the ceiling fell as the Instructress pounded that cunt so hard that the juices exploded into all the columns around them. The thousand-pound body of the princess was pushed back into the ground, like a petite woman being savagely pounded by a breeding bull. Every time the tongue bottomed on her, there was a large explosion. The gardens around the temple were shaking with all that power, and soon the Instructress found her own knees cracking the floor as she firmed them against the stone better, tremendous amounts of energy coursing through her veins and inflating her muscles.
«Fuck!!» Her head was a blur in the air, plunging the tongue in the cunt and blasting through her cervix. The violence would have paralyzed a lesser Amazon, but Diane only experienced blissful orgasms every time she was unrepentantly violated. Her eyes were wide open and her face was in bliss. «No one… has ever pierced… my cervix before!!»
The tongue protruded in her womb, causing a wreckage of orgasms in its wake. Even with its faster-than-light movements, the Instructress had kept her masterful touch, making it twirl and strike precise erogenous spots with its tip whenever the tongue bottomed the princess. As the electric signals travelled to the princess’s brain, they were ramped by these additional (and faster) bursts of electricity, and when they finally reached the central nerves, oh…! The Gods of Olympus themselves couldn’t have made Diane come any harder or louder.
“FUUUCK…!!!” Massive boulders fell around the goddesses. A few large stones crashed on the princess’s abs and the Instructress’s back. Despite the danger, the two women were too fuck-drunk to stop it now—the Instructress would go all-out on Diane’s pussy, and when she was finally done, there would be no temple!
“Arrogant…!! Cocky…!! Princess…!!” For every word, a flurry of tongue-thrusts extracted gallons and more gallons of juices from the giantess. With a long scream and a tsunami of pleasure, Diane’s body stiffened and her legs left the ground. She was like a straight plank of meat, with her head on the floor and her cunt on the Instructress’s mouth, raised diagonally on the ground, shivering and trembling as her cunt throbbed like a heart, gallon after gallon exploding a geyser.
“NO…!!” Her scream was painful and short-lived. Only tears and the rumbling of her stiff body were proof that she was still alive. The ground caved beneath her, and both goddesses sank under the weight of their own power. The Instructress was basking on her lover’s womb, striking orgasms directly at its walls, adding to the gallons of juice that were already blasting from her cunt.
Diane both felt and sounded like she was dying—and maybe she was. She was passing out and waking up so many times, so fast that the shocks were threatening to rupture her body from inside out. Her muscles, which were already impressive, grew harder and denser; her body mass jumped to 1,100 pounds, then 1,200, then 1,300, with the Instructress carrying the brunt of that insane weight.
“Little hoe!” She roared, pounding the cunt even more vigorously. “Do you think you can beat me? Grow!!” She took one hand off Diane’s left tight and laid it on her own back. “Grow harder and heavier, you goddamn giantess! Look!” She took the other hand. “I can fuck you with my tongue alone!”
The jets were almost peeling her face off as the giantess crossed her arms under her back and fucked that cunt away with total abandon. Her tongue was already suffering from cramps thanks to its excessive action—and anyone who’d ever suffered from cramps in the freaking tongue knows that this feeling is far from easily forgotten. Still, the Instructress held her ground, muffing the pain with her own, rock-shattering orgasms.
The two giantesses fell into a deeper, messier crater as the temple’s ceiling cracked in the middle. In an instant, thousands of tons of stone were falling on the bodies of those giantesses, and Diane could only watch the temple fall as her body was too stiff, too ridden with orgasms to even attempt the slightest reaction. A fucking great irony, that was: she was bigger and more powerful than any woman (or living creature) on Earth, yet she was defenseless as a lamb on a lion’s mouth—or rather, the mouth of her fucking mistress! Diane couldn’t even shut her eyes, from which copious tears flowed down like rivers.
Veins popped in her nose, which quickly bled out. What she didn’t have in strength, however, the Instructress had in spades: as the ceiling fell on their heads, the warrior woman simply raised her arms up and prepared for two mighty punches. She struck each falling stone at the precise right time, creating a shockwave of power so intense that the clouds above the temple moved away! An explosion shook the entire island, and Amazons from nearby islands could see dozens of massive blocks of stone flying in the sky at crazy-high speeds, some going beyond the horizon, creating tsunamis at very distant places.
The seemingly effortless punches added energy to Diane’s orgasms, and at that point the princess was openly, desperately crying in pain. “Pleeeeease!!!” Her whiny pitch contrasted so much from her awesome body! “Stooop!!!” Her head went up and down at high speeds as her pussy was brutally pounded. Even if Diane were fucked by literal horses for hours on end, her cunt wouldn’t have been savaged nearly as greatly as the Instructress was savaging her in a single second. “M-maaaaster, pleeeease!!” Her scream was pure agony. “Stop!!”
And just like that, without the need of a single word more, the Instructress bottomed on her one last time, reaching the very end of Diane’s womb—and actually pushing it a few inches higher! Then, she retrieved all her tongue in one swell swoop, and the explosion of juices managed to surpass even all thoe that came before.
The hole around the women grew until it covered the entire area of the temple. It was many feet deep, and it was being quickly flooded by Diane’s desperate ejaculation. Laughing her ass off, the Instructress stood on her feet and took the brunt of those jets in her body, bathing herself completely on the princess’s nectar ejections. “Yes, baby! Bathe your strong momma just like that!” She playfully and cheerfully ran her hands all over her muscles, playing with her own hair and scratching her own head, using the fluids like shampoo.
Diane screamed and screamed and screamed. Not even being relieved from that tongue was enough to halt her raging fire, however. If anything, it’d made it grown only hotter, like throwing water on burning oil: *booom!!* She pushed her arms on the ground, but that gave her no more balance as the stone kept unraveling into dust. She felt as if under a torrential summer rain, but those were her liquids splashing on her master’s body. “FUUUCK…!!” She attempted to scream, but her eyes nearly popped out of her skull.
Seeing her in such delightful agony, the Instructress couldn’t help but to admire her powerful, massive buttocks—two boulders of pure power inviting the touch. She knew she should take easy on her girls, but she also remembered that that particular “girl” was the most arrogant little sh#t she had ever met, and a good humbling would suit her well. Therefore, smiling like the fires of Hades, she parted those buttocks with her mighty arms and crammed three fingers in Diane’s tight anus.
Another avalanche of orgasms started, now prompted by the Instructress’s masterfully pressing of the right spots in her apprentice’s ass. The poor girl jumped on the ground like there were rockets in her butt, and the harder she jumped, the bigger the destruction became around them. The Instructress didn’t give a damn: cramming her fingers even deeper, she played with six or seven erogenous spots simultaneously, all the time.
The pussy gushed relentlessly, attracting her gaze to that sweet, moist opening. «No.» Even her mind seemed to tell her to go easy, but that kid’s arrogance really undid any compassion she could have felt for her. With her right hand, the Instructress added her fingers to the gushing, burning pussy, playing with it just as hard as she was the anus.
Diane died again as the double stimulation filled her body with fire. Her massive tits, which sprayed milk like mad bombs, exploded with true geysers of motherly milk while every single muscle of her body hardened and cramped. Her cunt jets destroyed whatever stone they hit, and pillars of steam rose from both her pussy and the Instructress’s arm as she finger-banged the poor princess.
The double stimulation made her every single organ twirl, swell, and (almost) pop. The Instructress was just now having fun, and she felt like the conqueror of the world by subduing that much bigger, but inexperienced youth. Laughing like the devil, she took her fingers off the princess and grabbed her massive legs. «Damn!» She was reminded every time of just how massive the apprentice was! «Legs as big as my waist! Fucking hoe!!» Hardening her abs and flexing her entire body, she pulled the whole princess up. “YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!”
She lifted Diane off the ground and flipped her over her head, slamming her face-down on the ground and literally cracking the entire island in half! A massive canyon parted the island, and the newly-formed halves began to move apart as the two women still relentlessly fucked.
Diane’s orgasmic jets were reaching dozens of feet of height. The waves crashed against the walls of the canyon they fucked in as the Instructress put her head in harm’s way and bathed on the princess’s blasts. The nectar was absolute power. The taste was unlike any other pussy she’d ever drunk from. Still, she was thirsty; her true power had only begun to reveal itself, and she was having the time of her life torturing that cunt and anus with her supersonic fingers.
Slowly, the hardening and growth of her own muscles had turned the Instructress into an 8’5ft-tall, 750-pound monster—still smaller than the princess, but big enough so that her stature alone commanded respect (and fear!) on her heart.
The instructress battered that cunt and massacred that anus for as long as the island took it. Like the temple before it, the canyon too was cracked, then pulverized by the blows of those two bodies, and the Instructress had to pound the princess away, dragging her inch after inch on the sinking ground as more parts of the canyon unraveled under her feet.
“You fucking, filthy, lowly whore!!” The Instructress derived so much pleasure from annihilating that pussy. “How does it feel to be conquered by a common Amazon, huh? What’s the feeling of being reduced to a fucking piece of meat by just the fingers of a smaller woman??” The Instructress withdrew her fingers from Diane’s anus and literally punched her right in the boobs, making them spew fatter loads of milk miles into the air! “I want you to suffer, you fucking cunt!! I want you to cum like you’re never gonna cum again… you weak, pathetic filthy slut! Ya cheap demigoddess toy to my fingers!!”
Diane was unresponsive. Her hard, stiff body vibrated like a pierce of metal, yet her face was calm and asleep. She was so passed out even the violent reactions of her body no longer disturbed her state of mind. Seeing her in this state, the Instructress really thought she killed the poor woman, and the fear of the consequences of such act—not even the act itself—prompted her to take her fingers from both holes and just watch the poor woman cum her soul away!
Diane came. And came. And came!! By the gods, she kept coming like several hoses for twenty more minutes until her body (almost) dried up and softened—yet still kept coming! Another ten minutes were necessary for the princess of Amazons to stop unloading like thousands of wild stallion mid-coitus, and when the was finally done—when every bit and drop of sweet, creamy nectar from her cunt-n-womb had been expunged, exhausted, and expelled!—her body was left squirming on a massive lake of her own cum and milk.
The Instructress walked back to her, with her feet waddling in the lake. She sat with her legs crossed on the ground and admired the youth. Muscles atop muscles turned her light-bronze-skinned physique into the epitome of power. Diane was literally as massive as ten bodybuilders, but her towering height allowed her to still maintain a curvy, hourglass profile. She was monster of muscles, yet also a paragon of fertility; the beauty of Aphrodite and the power of Zeus all rolled up into a single body—and the Instructress was excused for not resisting to touch her and worship her every fold and crevice.
Once her palms met the obscene abs of her goddess, Diane screamed and roared. Gallons of lubes burst from her cunt as her orgasms appeared to have been reignited in full, prompting the Instructress to pull her hand back and just laugh. “This, my little girl, is what we call a good fuck!” She laid down lazily on her back, waiting for those shockwaves of pleasure to stop torturing her apprentice. “You never truly had sex until now. No need to thank me, by the way.” She looked at her, fighting the urge to French kiss the sleeping beauty. “You’re a virgin no more.”
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The princess of the Amazons stepped up on the altar, cracking the steps of stone with her feet. Her muscular legs swelled and bloated as she moved, and her whole body made a sinuous dance that got the Head Instructress completely dazed and hypnotized! The mighty Amazon couldn’t believe her own eyes! The arrogant princess was only eighteen years old, yet she already carried herself with a confidence to rival the Queen of the Amazons herself!
Of course, when one had such a body, confidence came in quite naturally. The Head Instructress admired the princess and her armor of iron-hard muscles; her body crafted to perfection to impress and arouse—as well as crush the bones and tear the limbs of her enemies in the heat of the battle. Diane was a mighty muscle mare, standing at 7’5-feet and straining whatever surface she stood on with her 500-pound weight—almost all of it pure muscles.
The Head Instructress, who had forged her own body through intense daily exercises, had grown bigger and taller than the princess, but even her massive muscle transformation could still only barely rival the Amazon heir: she stood now at 7’6ft-tall (one hair taller than the princess) and 550 pounds. Princess Diane, in her natural form, was already almost as big as that thick, mighty woman after an earth-shattering transformation. «Did I take it too easy?» The Instructress asked herself, insecurity taking hold of her mind.
She looked around the temple and realized that, no, she couldn’t have grown any bigger than that. Her transformation had cracked the temple in the middle and all but ruined the altar they were standing on, with the stone bed between her and the princess cracked and caved in the middle. Her muscles still burned with the after-shocks of her transformation, and her whole body emitted a sensuous coat of steam. She had gone as far as she could without straining herself—yet her farthest was still the princess’s average. She gulped and quivered, imagining what such a powerful child could do to her.
Diane was the daughter of Zeus. She was fated to take the throne of Themyscira and lead the Amazons into a new, glorious era. Her body betrayed her divine origins; her muscles gave anyone a glimpse of the tremendous power that she carried within.
For a long time, Diane didn’t even bother wrestling with the other girls. Even the biggest, sturdiest of them were kicked and flipped on the arena like ragdolls, with the arrogant child even yawning at her trainers as she used very simple, amateur blows to deal with her opponents quickly and effortlessly.
The mightiest warriors left the arena trampled and humiliated, thrown around like pieces of flesh by a girl half their age. Only the Head Instructress was left to fight with her on (mostly) equal terms, and the memory of their sweaty bodies thrusting, pressing, squashing each other on the dusty arena, throwing sand and water and sweat everywhere, still brought the Instructress many wet dreams in the solitude of her chamber.
Now that she saw Diane standing before her, so tall and muscular, she wondered whether the cocky bastard was taking easy on her. She wouldn’t have to wait long until the truth was revealed: Diane spread her legs and assumed a fighting stance on the altar, cracking the stone when her feet landed on the ground.
Loud cracks and rumbles echoed in the temple, and the Head Instructress stepped back as she the altar became wobblier and more unstable. Diane’s simple gesture had further atomized those stones into pebbles. «Fuck! In the name of Hera, what is this child?!» Her heart beat loudly as she was met by Diane’s cocky, almost devilish gaze. That girl had confidence to spare! The cockiest, biggest-dicked Alpha males wouldn’t match one hair of her head in terms of reliance and self-assurance. The Head Instructress had to fight against her urge to either flee or submit to that little youth, reminding herself constantly that—at least in paper—she was still Diane’s superior.
Well, not for too long. The Princess of the Amazons arched her arms in front of her body, flexing her mighty muscles just a little, yet already hard enough for her biceps to grow like boulders covered with thick veins. “Do you want to see power, Head Instructress?” The teenager asked, and the Amazon was left in silence, not realizing she was supposed to answer.
After clearing her throat, she mumbled some clumsy words followed by a nod of the head and a wimpy: “huh.”
Diane bit her lower lip, taking deep breaths and feeling her body heat up. “Alright. This is power!” The princess flexed, and the Head Instructress literally tripped on the cracking stones beneath her feat, falling with her back on the temple’s floor while the princess hardened and covered herself with mighty veins. She had barely warmed up for two minutes, yet her body was already channeling enough strength to literally drain dozens of horses!
Her abs throbbed, almost as if her muscles were being kicked from inside out. The Instructress watched as her ten-pack grew in volume, throbbing and rippling as countless veins as thick as fingers fed them with gallons of blood. The princess was heating up so hard that the oxygen condensed around her skin like smoke, and soon she was exhaling steam through her nostrils and her every pore, breathing the cold air from outside to try and regulate the burning temperatures inside her.
“Hera!!” She screamed for the goddess of all women, who lent them strength in moments of great trial. The princess changed her pose, putting her arms up and displaying her full legs and torso to the Instructress. She felt as hard as a mountain, and still her body was still only charging up, adding as much hardness to her muscles as possible, feeding them with enough blood and nutrients before they could kick into the next step of her transformation.
Though her volume remained pretty much steady after the first spurt, her weight was sensibly increasing. The Head Instructress saw the stone cracking under the princess’s feet, then her body slowly sinking in her altar as the density of her muscles reached ludicrous levels. The thick, mighty Amazon, who had seen her fair share of potent beauties in her life, unconsciously spread her legs and laid her hand on her hips, feeling the powerful heat from her throbbing, tumid cunt.
She was endlessly aroused by that stud princess, and yet she hadn’t seen a fraction of her true power! As the seconds went on, the Princess showed her just how futile was any comparison between their physiques—hers was undoubtedly the greatest.
The princess lowered her arms to her waist, flexing them upwards in a “W” shape. A scream burst through her mouth without her consent: “AAARHH!!!” She closed her eyes and tried to focus, sensing how that energy could easily consume and destroy her if she lost control. She transformed her screams into mighty roars, then doubled down on her flexing as the ground quickly unraveled beneath her feet. Pieces of rock and large boulders flew around as she sank five feet into the altar, kicking into the next phase of her transformation: the swell!
Her muscles rippled. Her fibers snapped and contorted so violently that whiplashes were heard all throughout the island. Her biceps throbbed like hearts and the veins danced all over them. Her neck was as thick as an average woman’s thigh, throbbing along her engorged arteries, pumping visible loads of scorching blood to her brain.
Her breasts squirted milk. The temple was filled by the delicious squishing sound of her cream leaving her tits and splashing on the floor. Much to the dismay of the Head Instructress, she stood right in between those milky jets, unable to catch any with her mouth. Her jaw stood low and tongue was partially rolled out, begging for some comfort. «By the gods!!» Her eyes were growing. «What a monster!»
The teenager’s abs rippled and cracked, and her shoulders boomed like she had a wall of burning iron atop her back. With one powerful roar, the princess added two muscles to her abs, and her whole body followed with a sudden, abrupt muscle growth that saw her jump from five hundred to over eight hundredpounds of pure, iron-hard musculature in the blink of an eye. The intensity of that bulking was so great that Head Instructress was further pushed back by the resulting shockwave, rolling away as heat waves emanated constantly from the princess’s skin.
«By Zeus!!» The Amazon was shocked by seeing the altar completely reduced to pebbles as the princess was only getting started. The cocky teenager kept roaring and cracking the temple with the ferocious rumbling and rippling of her body, which now stood at 7’8-feet and displayed a gorgeous, massive, throbbing 12-pack. She looked down and briefly acknowledged the Instructress presence, paying her no attention as she channeled even more power into her physique.
This time, the princess turned around slightly and laid one foot in front of the other, grabbing her right wrist with her left arm and flexing her right arm in a hook position, showing the Instructress the impeccable shape and harness of her loin as the energy of the sun seemed to be growing inside her fibers. After a long, growing rumble, her fibers snapped and popped and cracked, then throbbed and bulged to add insane volume and weight to her muscles. Her body sank deeper into the ground, creating cracks as deep as ten feet on the temple.
“The power… of the fucking gods!!” The iron princess roared, cracking the ceiling and the many columns around her. “The power… of a muscular monster!!” Her roar was almost like a male as she changed position mid-swelling—a risky move, but one she performed with the ease of the naturals. The Head Instructress gulped when seeing the princess squat and flex both her arms besides her body—a simple, all-purpose position that gave her all the stability required for her next growth phase.
With the heat swelling in her cunt, the Instructress saw that child grow to 7’9, then 8, then 8’2, then 8’3ft-tall, far surpassing her while her muscles grew ever stronger. The jets of milk bursting from her super-sized tits had grown as thick and powerful as hydrants, and the two puddles of milk around the Instructress had become large enough to reach her hands.
She raised one hand to her face, inspecting the thickness and heat of that milk. «This looks like semen!» Diane’s milk, indeed, felt more like a cream or a tasty desert—or the ejaculation of a horse—as she grew into a mountain of a woman. To the Instructress’s terror, the prodigy teenager wasn’t even done as her shoulder bulked into a scary wall of virility and her arms grew as thick as the thighs of a bodybuilder.
The teenager kept growing to 8’6 feet, then 8’8 feet, then broke through the 9 feet mark and made her way effortlessly to the ten-feet score. “Diane, n-no!” The sweaty, trembling warrior stood up, being pushed away by the waves of power that burst from the teenager’s body. “You’re growing too fast, too hard!! This temple will not…!”
“Let this temple fall!!” A thicker, almost demonic voice burst from the teenager’s throat as she cracked the 9’5-feet mark. “If this structure can’t take my power, I will crush it myself!” She gave one step forward, bulldozing the floor with her foot, creating a 5ft-wide, 10ft-deep crater around it. “Look at these fucking thighs!” Her gigantic muscles rippled and bloated before the Instructress’s eyes. “Look at my power go!!” She then roared, and huge pieces of stone fell from the ceiling as the temple began to crumble.
The Head Instructress tried to stay on her feet, ready to flee, but the power and outrageous beauty of the princess was just too strong! Her shivering legs buckled and her knees fell on the ground, cracking it as she kneeled before that beauty teenager, now a true goddess of war. “By the gods, princess!!” Her words were quickly lost in the noise; the princess was still adding hundreds of pounds to her body, easily breaking into the ten-feet mark and trying out for eleven feet.
Her weight had doubled, standing easily at over a thousand pounds as her muscles just kept throbbing and swelling, growing both denser and bulkier. The princess of the Amazons could easily crush the Queen herself, if she wanted to, and she changed her pose again to kick into a new, more brutal step of her transformation. “By the gods, I’m SO FUCKING HOT!!” She screamed and roared, and dense columns of steam burst from her nostrils all the time.
She crossed her arms behind her back, right above her monstrous glutes, and flexed her entire body again, creating a mess of cracks and rubble all over the temple, like a bomb had exploded in the place.
“Oh, Hera!! HERA!!” The Instructress lost her shit! All the heat and pressure that had grown in her was released into a burst of scorching lube from her cunt. The Head Instructress laid her forehead on the cracked floor, cramming her hands in her cunt and frigging it until she was unloading gallons like a firehose.
Diane had crossed the eleven-feet mark, trembling and shouting as her body neared its limits. “NO!!” She roared to the heavens, as if defying the gods themselves. “I can get stronger!! I can get… harder!!” Then a ferocious roar burst from her throat in the exact moment rumbling explosions came from her muscles, like there were mountains being thrown against each other inside her every fiber. The teenager swelled to proportions even the Head Instructress thought to be insane, filling the temple with heat—and the Instructress with deafening orgasms.
“Diane!!” She screamed. “Diane!!” The teenager stopped growing at around 11’4ft of height, panting as sweat broke from numerous pores. Her body, which been releasing only steam at that point, got sweaty like someone had thrown a bucket—or rather, a bathtub—of scalding water on her, and a massive puddle formed around her feet as the sweat not exactly “dripped,” but literally flowed like rivers down her skin.
Her muscles glistened under her thick coating of sweat. The muscular princess relaxed her pose and released a final, giant burst of steam through every single pore. The Head Instructress was pushed away one last time, bathing herself on her own lubes as she squirted them into the air.
“Fuck!!” Diane shouted, and another wave of power electrified her. “FUUUCK!!” She stomped her right foot on the ground, creating a shockwave that shattered the rest of temple, shattering all its walls and columns that remained standing. When she finally had her body tamed, she looked down and admired her myriad of muscles. The Head Instructress, once so mighty, looked like a doll near her feet, and the arrogant teenager laughed at her superior’s defeated body, writhing on the puddle of her own cum.
“You look so tiny, Head Instructress. Is this how you see your students when they’re stepping into the arena for the first time?” She flexed her biceps, and the obscene muscles grew to thrice the size of a wide bodybuilder’s chest.
The Instructress needed some time to recover, sitting on the floor while her cunt still expelled shameful threads of lubes. She whimpered and moaned aloud, rolling her eyes as the waves of pleasure overtook her.
Diane was spectacular. The difference between then was jaw-dropping, with the young stud’s 11’4-feet dwarfing the Instructress’s once-intimidating 7’8.
The warrior stood up, trembling before the power of her student. Diane truly was the daughter of the gods. It was inconceivable that any being existed in the universe which could defy and defeat her.
She was hard! The Instructress had never seen a body so muscular and trimmed, with basically no fat aside from the breasts and parts of the ass. Her hand swung back and forth, craving to touch that pillar of granite in the shape of woman. Diane smiled proudly, seeing how her breasts bounced slightly above the Instructress’s head.
“Which part of my body do you want to touch first?” The woman looked up with fear, barely registering the words. She seemed to be suffering from an overdose of arousal. “Do you find my abs appetizing?” The princess flexed her abs, and the fourteen muscles hardened loudly. “Lay your hand on them and feel their might.”
The Instructress was shivering and panting. «Fuck!! She is so incredibly beautiful!» Her muscular arm hardened as she stretched her hand to Diane’s belly, feeling her heat before even touching her. “Oh! By the gods!!” That heat prickled! The abs danced sensuously, moving so powerfully with only the breath of the princess.
Diane grabbed her hand and pulled it. The Instructress felt her cunt swell and squirt as the full hardness of those muscles enveloped her palm. Her knees were hitting each other, her legs so wobbly that her body was soon lower and lower on the ground, always on the verge of falling. “Gods!!” Diane kept the palm on her belly, flexing her muscles so that the Instructress would never forget who was the superior stud.
“Gods!!” The Instructress fell on her knees, cracking the ground around her. Diane moved the warrior’s hand along her abdomen, giving her a full treat of her musculature. “Aren’t they beautiful? Aren’t they as hard as the body of Zeus?” She flexed her arm, counting the veins as they bulged along with her biceps and triceps. “Daddy would be really proud if he saw me right now.” She smiled, filling a surge of power in her hips. “I bet I could kick your ass with one arm tied to my back, if I wanted to.” She squeezed the Instructress’s wrist drawing loud moans from her. “What a mess you are!” She saw the gallons of nectar bursting from the warrior’s cunt. “You’re already creaming myself without even touching me right!”
Diane felt invincible—and she truly was. Feeling that no one could punish her for any transgression, she grabbed the Instructress’s head and pulled her up, seeing her face red and twitchy, with many tears rising in her eyes. “You look so weak and pathetic!” Her eyes wandered over her body. “But you’re still hot!” She focused on the Amazon’s massive butt. “Your ass still looks delicious. Guess I will have a piece of that… right after you have a piece of me!”
She shoved the Instructress’s head right in her cunt, and for a moment the moans of the older Amazon resonated only inside her body, with the only sound in the temple being the violent gushes of her cunt and the gradual, sensual grunts of the princess. “Wow, you are a screamer.” Diane’s eyes rolled up very slowly. “Lick me. Treat that pussy like you always wanted to.” In the meantime, Diane explored the Instructress’s hard body with her hands: “mm, baby, your back is so delicious! I will ravish your body like an army of Spartans!”
Diane coveted the Instructress’s muscles—which were still a wonder, despite her diminutive size. The woman quivered as the waves of pleasure were still too many and too strong, making the princess very proud and cocky of her sexual abilities. Themyscira had over five thousand tall, strong, muscular, busty, big-assed, ripped and shredded beauties, and Diane had fucked them all but the Instructress and the Queen. Now, she was about to cross the second-to-last name of her slutty list. «Oh, my Queen!» She thought as her lubes covered the Instructress’s face. «Just you wait, my queen, until I get to devour you!»
Looking down again, she saw her feet being washed by the massive loads being squirted at high speeds from the Instructress’s cunt. “I do not have all day, you know,” she tease her, prompting the Instructress to slowly stick her tongue out of her mouth and taste the insides of the massive princess.
Her teenage cunt was almost as big as her fist, almost drowning under her lubes as her nose pressed against the princess’s clit, stimulating her without even trying. “God, baby, this feels good!” Diane roared, knowing how to stimulate and press the right buttons of her partner. “Why don’t you work that pussy out just as strong as I know you can?” She winked. “Take no pity on me. Destroy my fucking muscular cunt!”
Some flame burned in the Instructress’s heart, making her invade Diane with gusto. Her long, hard, muscular tongue unrolled deep in that pussy, throbbing and filling it just like an arm. Diane was not expecting such quick or powerful invasion, and any woman who had a taste of that godly tongue could easily do away with men forever. “Fuck!! Zeus!!” She firmed her feet on the ground, cracking it as she tried to stabilize her body. “You’re awesome!!”
Her juices were sloshing on the Amazon’s head while the older, experienced warrior savaged her cunt. She was fucking her for dear life! The Instructress took her hand off the princess’s abs and grabbed her legs, supporting herself on the two iron pillars of her tights. As she felt her own veiny, sweaty biceps rubbing against those thighs, she came and creamed herself loudly, dying for that power!
«By the gods, princess!!» She praised her royalty in her mind while her tongue was too occupied with its pussy-pleasing duties. «You are the goddess of all the women!» Filled with admiration for that perfect physique, the Instructress took as her duty to give her princess as much pleasure as her massive, divine body could take, so she channeled all the energy to her tongue to give that cunt the licking and sucking of its life!
Her tongue was literally as big and as thick as a forearm—fourteen inches of member now piercing and dancing inside Diane’s pussy. The princess was deep, as one would expect from her ludicrous height, but the Amazon had tongue (and skill) in spades to soon have her body trembling and shivering with the gradual accumulation of arousal, striking several erogenous spots on that delicious cunt all at once. The tip of her tongue was as hard as iron, and its flexibility allowed it to flicker the deepest, most sensible zones of the princess like switches. As a result, her tongue stimulated between three and seven erogenous spots in the princess at all times, taking her not by force, but by skill.
“GODS!!” She screamed. Diane didn’t want to lose control so soon next to her superior, but the Instructress was slowly showing her why she remained in such high regard amongst the Amazons for so long. In truth, Diane had never, ever felt truly challenged by any of the thousands of Amazons in the archipelago; the very few of them who could rise up to her were quickly defeated as she tapped into her endless reserves of power. The ravenous teenager had grown bored and overconfident in her abilities, never sure if anyone was able to match her.
Because of this, the pleasure she experienced now was literally unimaginable. She had always heard whispers about it, but she never really thought she was going to feel it herself! As her cunt was thoroughly and actively dominated by that raging Amazon, Diane saw herself stepping back and stammering, too shocked by the pleasure to even believe it was real. “Y-y-you s-shouldn’t…!!” But a loud burst of pleasure cut her voice and made her scream. The walls shook as her legs wobbled and her body nearly fell, with the Instructress looking up, her face washed by the teenager’s nectar.
«Arrogant youth! You’ve never been truly serviced by an expert’s tongue!» Upping her ante, turning that pleasure into torture, the Instructress moved her tongue so that eight erogenous spots were constantly pressed, then made the tongue vibrate like machine.
“FUCK!!” Diane felt the strength completely abandon her legs. She fell back on the ground, and cracks and earthquake she created shook even the boulders outside the temple. She had managed to hold an orgasm back, however, denying the Instructress her sweet victory so soon. Still, the princess contemplated what the worth of her giant size and musculature really was if she couldn’t withstand a simple licking of her much smaller teacher.
The Instructress had her gaze set on the princess’s face, measuring the pleasure by her tics an twitches. Her eyes seemed to communicate every one or her filthy thoughts: “I will have you cumming rivers on my face, your highness, and then your massive body writhing on the ground in orgasmic bliss. You will beg for me to stop, and I will deny you! I will keep fucking you with my tongue like not even a hundred stallions could!”
She made a twist with her tongue, and the princess’s muscles throbbed violently as she desperately tried to resist the surge of pleasure. «Mm. Very good.» The Instructress laid her hands on those insane muscles, feeling the electric ripples of ecstasy. «You’re managing too control your orgasms. Maybe we’re ready to kick things up a notch or two.»
Violently and brutally, she made her tongue throb and swirl inside the princess’s cunt with an almost supernatural expertise. A man wouldn’t be able to move the muscles of his body nearly as well as she did her tongue’s! The member assumed several different shapes inside that cunt, striking dozens of different erogenous spots in very little time, doubling down on the orgasms every passing second, stealing the princess’ breath as the arousal grew much beyond her understanding.
“STOP!!” She begged, panting and breathing, with her muscular body hopping on the ground. “Stop this, please!!” The Instructress reveled on the princess’s tears. «Oh, no, my princess. Now that we just started having fun!» If Diane though that was a lot of pleasure, she truly was an amateur in the art of sex. The Instructress showed her what real fucking was by doubling the speed and the intensity of her licking.
Diane was suddenly thrashing on the ground, destroying entire sections of the temple as her massive, muscular body unraveled in agony under the orgasms she tried so hard to contain. «It’s fucking impossible!!» The princess never felt so small, so weak, so insignificant, despite being so huge. «It’s impossible!!» She looked down, seeing how her belly bulged with the ferocious movements of the tongue inside of her. «This thing feels like a snow ball rolling down a mountain! It grows and grows and grows and… it’s eating me alive!!»
She felt fire consuming her guts and a pure, electric agony burning her womb as she screamed and punched the ground. All the time she had to resist the urge of grabbing the Instructress’s head and cracking her skull. The Instructress was actually feeling a gradual and growing pain in her tongue, knowing that the motions she executed would exhaust even the thirstiest of succubi, but she could keep up that show for several minutes without a break. «By the way she’s shaking,» she smiled, «she ain’t got even three minutes left before she dies!»
Displaying her absurd sexual command, the Amazon managed to speak while also stimulating that cunt: “stop trying to resist, my princess! Just let your orgasms flow and wash my face with your powerful discharge!” With one hand servicing her own cunt and the other exploring the gorgeous muscles of her anus, the Instructress drilled many loud, watery orgasms from herself, washing the legs with her warm liquids, squirting harder than a horde of horses would nut their semen in a year. “Look at me!” She moaned. “I’m cumming!!” She made sure the princess could feel the sprinkling of her lube in her own body. “Come for me, princess, and wash my face with the gallons I know you can come.” She pushed her tongue back, then pierced the princess again with it, adding the thrusting motion to her repertoire of fuck.
The princess was soon screaming and crying her heart out: “AAAAHHH…!!!” Agony such as that was too intense to even be counted as an orgasm anymore; that was outright torture, almost a war crime.
“Come on, princess.” The Instructress teased her further. “I know you wanna. Your pain will only grow the longer you keep those orgasms inside you.” She was thrusting deep and hard in the princess, fifteen inches of Amazon tongue sawing her cunt just like a cock, grazing her cervix and poking it with its tip, just with the right motion and pressure as to draw as much pleasure from her as possible. “Unload, princess. Cum like a mare! I can feel the juices sloshing inside your membranes! You are more loaded than a potent stallion who’s been denied sex for a whole year!”
Thrusting the tongue harder, stimulating her walls more mercilessly, the Instructress made loud sounds while pounding that pussy like breeding bull. The temple was quaking and rumbling every time she bottomed on the princess. No big-dicked Alpha male could ever match her performance, and that was still just a casual warm-up to her; a morning head she used to pay her acolytes and most dedicated students. “Cum for me, princess! Bathe me in your nectar!”
She added brutal twists to her tongue while picking up speed in her thrusts. “I’ll keep fucking you harder if you keep disobeying me.” The pounding added to the width and the depth of the cracks around the temple, making the whole structure vibrate as the instructress ate pussy like a mythical beast. “No? Very well. I see that you chose the way of pain.” Decreasing the speed of her thrusts just as little, she made her tongue vibrate in a threatening way.
As soon as she felt those brutal vibrations, Diane knew her very life was in danger. “NO!!” She shouted, but the Instructress only made her tongue vibrate faster. “If you’re not cumming on my face, then I’m drilling the nectar out of you by force!”
She then pierced the princess like a sledgehammer being driven inside her by a fucking machine, and the whole island trembled with the screams and roars that preceded Diane’s inevitable release.
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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!!»
The man had now just shown off his impeccable physique; he had actually taken direct control of his testicles and commanded them to produce a massive load of five gallons of jizz, all sent through its surface and drowning me in semen!
On my left hand, I felt the semen taking over my arms and pulling it hard to the ground. Words couldn’t describe how heavy that broth was: a “mere” pint of that thing was worth maybe a hundred pounds, and a full gallon of it was well north of six hundred, seven hundred pounds. «God!!» Before that spur, my stomach miraculously held almost three tons of semen—only not bursting because I was the world’s strongest woman (and, now that I realized it, I probably was one of the Universe’s strongest creatures too).
The jizz poured from that naked testicle in droves on the ground, glueing my arm to the puddle of semen while the other ball took over my body like not even ten thousand large cocks could. That was when I felt the invasion of another five gallons of seen inside me, all at once, and my eyes nearly popped from my skull as the pressure inside grew to bone-breaking degrees. «Just let it go, bitch!» A wise voice told me. «Just let it go.»
Indeed, I stopped trying to force myself against that cock, relaxing all my muscles and relieving it from all the pressure, and—oh, god!—the seed that flowed inside me was like the ejection of a thousand horses! Through the skin of that testicle alone, five gallons of seed were added to my throat, hitting my stomach like iron pellets and making it grow like a yoga ball. «Jesus!!» The final buttons of my shirt exploded like bullets, and then my shirt was torn open by the insane bulging of my belly.
But the monster, grunting and smiling, wasn’t yet satisfied; my humiliation should be more complete, more extreme until he could feel satiated. “Do you know I can kill you just with the sperm I ejaculate through my balls?” I heard him taking another deep breath, surely preparing for another set of insane jizz production. “Here’s another little taste of my fertility!” He flexed, and huge veins throbbed around his waist while his dick jumped and crashed on my back, hitting it so hard my fucking brain was pushed against the front of my skull.
I didn’t have any time to think about the pain, in fact, for on that monster testicle I felt another ludicrous, six-gallon load forming. His right ball came first, actually, giving me a visual of what was about to happen in my mouth: a vast, mountainous mass of thick jizz oozing through its pores and filling buckets on the ground. My body was being pulled sideways by all the spunk that covered my left arm and dragged it deeper into a pile of jizz, but any concern I might have had about this was extinguished by the release of spunk from his testicle in my mouth.
For a moment, I thought my skull had burst. Such a tremendous load of jizz burst from his testicle that the monster could easily fill a baby bathtub with it; all of this semen –six gallons of it!—went straight to my stomach, which at that point was as big and stretched as a yoga ball. My body was literally being lifted off the ground by the size of my belly, and there was no way I could fit one more ounce of that sperm in my belly without exploding.
«Let it go.» The same voice repeated, deep in my mind, and I instinctively, almost preternaturally knew what I had to do: with extreme control of all my muscles, I relaxed even my guts and all my organs, allowing that spunk to flow from my belly into my guts, and from my guts all the way down to my rear, where my massive buttocks moved apart as my anus was stretched as wide as two fists.
The jizz burst through my bottom like an open dam. Its flow was so powerful I felt like I had ten horse cocks coming inside of me, with a strength enough to at times send the jizz flying to the other end of the room, like a rocker blast. I passed out at that moment, but woke up a few seconds later with my bull stud crushing my head with his fingers, roaring and whining literally like a stallion, puffing steam through his nostrils as he experienced a unique, unparalleled degree of pleasure in his crotch.
I looked to his right testicle. Fuck! The beast was producing gallons of jizz constantly, letting a large thread of jizz as thick was three arms fall unendingly on the ground. If that testicle was so powerful, then the one in my mouth… «fuck!!» I felt my body invaded, violated. «Jesus fucking Christ!!» Every single second, five to eight gallons of semen passed through my throat all the way down to my anus, being expelled in ever-greater speeds as the stud “came” liberally though the testicle.
“Holy fuck, whore!! Whore!!” He seemed to lose control of his body as his powerful legs moved forward, at the same time kicking the air and positioning him more firmly on the ground. New loads burned in his hips, and I felt my body invaded by such oceans of spunk. Even the continuous outflow of jizz through my anus wasn’t enough to prevent me from over-stretching and nearly bursting.
The jizz was now hosed through my nostrils constantly. It was both funny and arousing to see the muscles of that relentless stallion painted by his own semen coming from my face. I lifted my right arm to his armor-like abs and worshiped them, coating them with spunk and seeing their deep crevices filled with the creamy pasta. Every inch of that god exuded sex!
«Fuck!!» The monster came gallons and more gallons inside me, and the pressure was such that I found myself almost passing out every single second. «Control it! Get a hold of yourself, woman!» I looked like a tigress to that stud, feeling the spunk pile up behind my eyes and almost burst through them like tears. «You fucking bull!! I will give you sucking!!» And then, instead of just fighting back against his orgasms, I invited them into my body, massaging and biting and sucking those mighty balls again, bringing as much of that seed as the bull could produce.
It was even more than anything I could have ever imagined. «Jesus!» My body was seized by another paralyzing barrage of orgasms as I felt his balls constantly full (and actually getting fatter and fuller) as I pumped them. There was just no end in sight for his sperm. «Fucking Christ, you horse!!» My eyes were getting white with semen! «There’s no fucking end… to your virility, is there??» Still, I impressed that stallion by sucking him with all my might, and then even I was startled when I felt his ball sucked deeper and lower inside my throat.
My neck had swollen to eight inches wide, with the balls visibly throbbing and making it even thicker whenever a new load of juices was cummed into my body. Its lower half was so deep in me it was cumming the juices directly inside my stomach, and my waist was no longer muscular or sexy, but rather ridiculously engorged as that testicle tested the limits of my anatomy.
Enough was enough. With a visceral reaction, my body expelled that testicle so hard I was amazed by the speed with which I puked it: in less than two seconds, *blaam!!*, the mighty testicle popped from my lips and slapped against the monster’s iron abs, followed by a gush of semen from my mouth and nose. «Jesus…!!» I thought, but even my mind was shaken by the violent outpouring of juices from my head: a first wave hit the man’s body and splashed all over his lower torso. While this wave was still coming out, a second wave burst from me, adding the splashes to his gigantic chest and shoulders.
I lifted my head up and felt violent pulsations inside. If I had an alien inside me, that would be exactly the feeling of it bursting through my stomach. What burst from me, instead, was another massive wave of semen, hitting the monster straight in the face as he laughed and lifted his two balls with both hands. “My whore ain’t even getting enough milk!” Brutally, the monster lifted his balls over my head and dropped them. *boom!!* Two hundred pounds of testicles hit my head and nearly tore up my spine, pushing me to the ground. *splash!!* My body crashed on the ocean of semen, quivering and twirling as I desperately fought for air.
“Jesus!!” I screamed, and both my tits and cunt came loudly: gallons of lubes were being sprayed from my labia while my fat, full, muscular breasts got covered with veins and hosed threads of milk everywhere. “Fuck!! Fuck!!” More waves of semen cut my words, flying high before crashing down on my face. “Jesus… fuck!!” I wailed on the ground for five whole minutes before my body was empty enough so I could control my limbs all over again. I tried to lift myself on the ground, but damn!, I had eaten so much spunk I felt that even my spirit had been beaten into submission.
I stood on all fours, and every limb of mine was shaking. I tried to stand on my feet, but I failed every time, and the monster simply laughed at my misery as he turned his body side to side, showing off his ridiculous mountains of muscles and over-endowed genitalia. His monster prick was juicier and tastier than it had ever been, so up-close and in reach of my thirsty palms: a thirty-eight-inch pile of pussy-wrecking, cunt-ripping flesh, throbbing hard as the veins seemed to have doubles in size and quantity. “Oh, my…!” I puked more spunk, “fucking god!!”
The monster lifted his penis and dropped it on my face. *SLAP!!* Words cannot describe the force with which that member beat me: my 6’4ft-tall, 300-pound body was pounded on the ground like it was nothing. *SLAP!!* I felt every bone of mine crack and my spine twist as the full force of that gargantuan cock was distributed along my muscles. *SLAP!!* I sank into the ocean of spunk and hit the floor, covered by three feet of male juice.
Then, I felt his powerful hand grabbing my hand and pulling me up. That freaking monster! As I rose in the air, with my body entirely coated in jizz, looking like a filthy cocoon of semen, I saw the endless musculature of that giant, teenage billionaire. His massive, Greek-column-like arm lifted me like a crane, and I really felt like I was gliding over a mountain as I saw slab after piece after mound of muscle in his incredibly tall, perfect physique: 8’6-feet of height and over 5,000 pounds of iron-hard muscles. That eighteen-year-old wasn’t a man! He was the living, breathing embodiment of Zeus!
My body stood above his head, maybe ten feet from my forehead to the ground. The monster swung me a little, smiling like a pervert child doing as he pleased with his ragdoll toy. With his other hand he grabbed his monster cock and pulled it up; the aberrant penis was still soft enough so that it wobbled on his grasp, and even though it wasn’t as hard as it could be, and even though that monster had hands so large my whole head felt like an orange in his palms, the stud couldn’t even wrap his fingers fully around his cock—that’s how unbelievably thick that meat pipe was!
The monster’s smile grew more sadistic as he lifted his dong between my body and his, and then he slapped that meat club against my stomach. *boom!!* Waves of semen burst from my mouth, my nose, and my anus as the blow pressured all the spunk still inside my body. The monster held his cock firmly, squeezing it so tight I could hear its meat being pressurized, feeling immense pleasure on the absolute control he had over my body. “You’re so insignificant you’re not even worthy as a boxing sack.” He told me, seeing my face covered with spunk. “I would have to use my fists for a boxing sack. I can completely fuck you up with just my cock. Watch!” He pulled his cock towards his body, then threw the monster against me again.
My body swung around violently in his arms as the monster didn’t pull up any punches –dick-punches, I mean! Second after second, blow after blow, I felt that cock hitting my whole body, battering my tits until they were squirting milk at every blow, fucking up my torso so hard bruises soon took over it, very visible as the spunk was all splashed away from my skin.
The monster put his cock between my legs, then pulled it up, punching my cunt with its length. *boom!!* Goddamn it! I felt like a man when kicked in the balls, only with the difference that the kick also sent my womb, my lungs, all my organs up, crashing at the top of my ribcage as the stallion moved his cock down again, preparing for another blow.
Then the blow came. And then another. And another. And another and another and another, oh, god!, until my face was hitting his wrist several times, my body jumping up and down so brutally that at points it became a blur in the air. The monster was holding me only by the hair, and there was no better proof of my power and my strength than the fact that, even after a whole minute of beating, not a single thread of my hair had been torn up.
I felt that dick getting even “harder” and “stronger.” Well, with a dick so ludicrously large, it was quite futile saying superlatives like “harder” or “bigger;” when fully soft, that cock was not only “hard,” but already the hardest thing one could ever feel between their legs, so its “harder” states sounded a little bit redundant—though I could feel them very vividly under my cooch; the crashing and the pounding of that titanium rod battering my gushing sex, splashing my lubes all over the room.
“Fuck!!” A scream burst through my mouth just as my eyes were about to pop. The monster got off by making me suffer. Well, it wasn’t exactly me; a powerful stallion like him loved to be reminded of his unapparelled power, his awesome and uncontrollable virility so easily turning any woman into a cum-ridden rag of flesh, so arousal only came when he was imposing such peerless power upon the hundreds of bodies of his sacrificial lovers. He was both an unstoppable force and an unmovable object, and I felt ever more minuscule in his hands, beaten to a pulp by the simplest motions of his dick.
Turning me around, he aimed that dick at my back. The milk exploded through my tits as the cock hit me with abandon, the full force of its impact pushing all my organs to the front of my body. He painted my dark-skinned back with red and purple bruises, hitting me harder every time, pushing my limits until I lifted my hands to his wrist and screamed: “p-p-please!! No more!!” Then the beast, very gentlemanly, dropped his cock, but even that turned into an unwitting blow: when falling, his cock hit my back again, and the mere weight of the thing was enough to throw my body forward and make it swing violently. “Aaarh!!!” A mortal load of orgasms burst from my cunt; the ocean of jizz below was showered by my nectar, which the monster though it was too tantalizing to waste.
“Thirsty.” He lifted my body up and grabbed my buttocks with his hands, crushing my powerful glutes so hard with his effortless touch. Goddamn it! That made me cum even harder! The bruises on my body and throbbing of my sore, beat-up muscles added new layers of pleasure to my already-raging orgasm, and I passed out maybe three of four times as the monster lined up my cunt on his mouth, drinking my lubes and showering himself with them.
When I opened my eyes, I saw his masculine body bathed by my thick, transparent lubes. Fuck, if that didn’t make me cum even harder! I was venting, panting, and sweat was pouring through my pores so hard that it flowed—not dripped; flowed!—down my body like several rivers! As if that torture was not enough, the monster stretched his tongue out of his mouth, and his hot breath alone sent me flying inon another maelstrom of orgasms, so powerful it knocked me out a fourth (or fifth, I dunno) time!
Once his tongue started working out my cunt, I woke up again. “DADDY!!!” I screamed, feeling his touch so hot it was almost criminal! His tongue in my cunt, exploring my depths like no penis ever could, conjured up images of my father in my body, whose massive body and hard, bulging cock I’d always coveted. His pussy-eating skills were so extreme, yeah, they felt almost incestuous—if that makes any sense! The man was so fucking good, so freaking god-like, that my body felt like it was being touched and worked by Satan himself! Unbe-fucking-livable!
“GOD!!!” I called his name and passed out again. I woke up when his tongue pierced through my cervix and started licking my womb directly. The monster had a matchless ability to find erogenous spots even where anatomically it should have been impossible for them to exist; or rather, he created erogenous spots with the ease of a soldier laying mines on a camp, setting them to detonate in the right places, at the right times to bring me to maddening, almost supernatural orgasms!
I woke up again with another massive burst of orgasms triggered by that stud’s tongue—each wave of climaxes contained hundreds of thousands of orgasms all crammed against each other; so many orgasms in a second you could literally give each one of them to a woman on the planet and there would still some couple thousands of orgasms left.
Damn it, if I didn’t come! Whenever I managed to look down at my belly, I saw it bulging with the ferocious movements the man’s tongue performed in my womb. Fuck! It looked like I was giving birth to hundreds of snakes! It really looked, from the outside, that a had a hive of beetles or a colony of slugs battling inside my belly!
I passed out again. When I woke up, the monster had taken his tongue from my pussy, and the motion alone might have explained the intense orgasms I felt at the moment. I saw his massive tongue out of his mouth, dripping with lube and cum, and I climaxed again, so hard that I passed out one more time. The image that was ingrained in my mind was too vivid to be ever forgotten: a twenty-inch-long, five-inch-wide tongue dripping with the gallons of juices it had extracted from my depths. Fucking hell!!
I was on the ground. My back had splashed on the ocean of semen and hit the ground as the monster dropped me. I didn’t know all of that at the time, for I woke up a while later, with the spunk already covering my body as the monster stood on his knees and raised his cock over me. I was 6ft4in-tall and the cock easily covered all my body from hips to head with its daunting shadow. My jaw didn’t even have time to drop before the cock itself was dropped over me, and then it was another wave of pain and pressure with that 400-pound meat monster crushing my body like an industrial machine.
I hugged the member and felt it throbbing. It was like I was hugging a teenager in my arms—but an iron teenager; rather, a Greek column made of titanium, so thick and gigantic my tits kept squirting milk all the time while the cock stood there, spreading them apart like I had a basketball in the middle of my chest. That cock was huge, huge, huge, and only the gods could fathom the intensity and the power with which it was about to penetrate me… any!… time!… now!
“You wanted me to fuck you!” The monster too was suffering under too much pent-up energy, too much repressed orgasms to even speak properly. Pushing his cock all the way down to my legs, he looked at me with blazing eyes, and then violent clouds of steam burst through every pore of his over-muscular back. “Let’s fuck!!”
Without any further ado, even with a hint of hurry in his motion, that god-stud penetrated me, and from then on it was just inches and more inches of horse prick fucking me like a horde of bulls a thousand times over!
Piles of passed-oud women laid around me; an ocean of titties and asses, all ripe and hard, quivering on the ground after being railed by that god of sex. The teenage stud who had laid waste to their bodies was claiming the ten final women of his harem as I watched from a corner, not knowing what was real and what was my imagination anymore, panting and orgasming as my fingers violently beat my pussy, which by that point was sore and bloodied.
«Jeeesus!!» I felt the tears flowing down my cheeks. My arousal was so great that my chest felt like burning all the time, with my massive, double-G-cup tits getting hard and covered with veins, then expelling pints of thick, creamy milk, like they had been doing for hours on end.
The room trembled. My body jumped on the floor, falling many times back onto the ocean of jizz that covered it. Loads of semen were falling from the many holes on the ceiling, emptying the oceans that man had come on the floor above. By that point, he had fucked those women in five different floors of his building, and he was trying his best to not ruin another floor with those ten final bodies—but it was difficult, for his virility still was too great for that room.
He roared. His penis hammered one busty supermodel while his fingers drove two others over the edge. They were gushing gallons through their cunts, just like me, and also trying to scream, but producing only very faint and high-pitched whimpers, for their throats were beyond ruined, just like mine was.
The monster pushed their hips against each other and lined the three of them side by side, taking his monstrous teenage cock with one hand and ramming it against each cunt in sequence, claiming one by one with his powerful, ferocious movements, really looking like a stallion in heat. “Fuuuck!!” As his muscles throbbed and his back rippled with an obscene display of muscular and vascular power, I slid my fingers much deeper in my cunt and fingered my very cervix, trying to imagine that bull using all that power in my cunt alone.
He had taken those three bodies for five minutes, no more than five minutes, and they already were wrecked beyond recognition. One of the ladies was passed out, and the others were soon to follow as the monster hammered his dick in them one by one and stretched out their entire bodies with his massive penis. Horses couldn’t be compared in size or girth to that bull, and neither could bulls. «I think that elephants might have an endowment as large, but I’m not quite sure,» I thought, diving into another maelstrom of delirium as I saw that monstrous tool plumbing into the depths of those women.
Their wombs were bloated by a cockhead as large as a melon. The monster crammed his prick in them as much as their bodies could take it, which meant pulling their wombs and their cunts up to their throats. At their most stretched, these women had their wombs bulging atop their ribcages, their ovaries clearly drawn on their skins as both their wombs and his cock throbbed in unison. I could see the veins of that monster penis throbbing under their skin! The teenage stud had a cock as thick as a telephone pole, and the veins that powered that monstrous machine could easily fit two thumbs inside of them and still leave space for a bit more.
The monster wasn’t plumbing them delicately either; he was massacring them. At points it took him little over a second to fuck those three beauties with his cock, his hips turning into a steamy blur as he pounded those squirming, quivering sacks of meat with casual disregard. The hundreds of bodies he had left behind were proof of how little each woman individually meant for him; their quivering, panting, trembling, and engorged bodies were mere sacks to hold his seed; cum-dumpters and babies carriers, sex dolls with whom he could breed and fulfill his task as the primary stud of the world.
He fucked us, I guess, with some preternatural sense of having to spread his seed into as many wombs as possible. Not only did he treat us like animals, but he too was a little animal himself, for there was little care, love, or logic in the way he fucked us; he did so with utmost intensity, but also the coldness of a machine. He huffed, puffed, and roared, and his body exhaled massive clouds of steam as his muscles channeled every joule of their power to his thrusting and his pussy-pounding, yet all that was done with a robotic precision, a mechanical control that even the mightiest of beasts would envy.
He was not just the best, rawest, most animalistic lover we had ever seen; he was a perfect human stud, a prime breeder who could not go a day without claiming fifty or more pussies creampie-style. His dick abhorred condoms—and there was no condom that could fit even the tip of that monstrosity anyways! As I fingered my pussy to the point of making it drip blood, and rolled my eyes and realized that all my life, all I had ever planned for, was about to change for good: I was going to carry two, three, six, seven, god-knows-how-many children from that stud without any compensation, and I was going to beg for more once every pregnancy was over.
“Breed me.” I muttered, first softly, then savagely: “BREED ME, GOD!!” Just as I screamed, the monster unloaded his jizz on those three fresh wombs, making me orgasm just with sight of his ridiculous discharge. Those three bellies bulged and grew to five times the width of their women’s waists, stretched-out to a bursting-point by the gallons of seed that were inoculated inside them. I could see the monster cock throbbing as more gallons flowed through it, with the massive balls pumping seed like endless reservoirs of virile power.
I didn’t know where that monster took so much seed from, but I didn’t care. Five whole floors of that building were flooded with about ten Olympic swimming pools of jizz, and the monster was still cumming more! More! “Rooaarr!!” He roared, filling up those three ladies to the brim, them pulling his dick from them as the pressure inside turned fatal (he didn’t want to pop their bodies like balloons, after all). With violent booms, the jizz exploded through their cunts in jets as wide as three whole arms. They were gone, ruined, wrecked, and passed out. The monster was still ejaculating, however, with his powerful loads hitting the ceiling and splashing hard all over the room.
There wasn’t a single inch of that place that hadn’t been covered with his load, yet still the monster was stocked with as much jizz, apparently, as his very first orgasms. «Oh, my fucking god!!» I thought, nearly tearing my pussy up with my violent fingering. Pellets of jizz hit my body and drowned my cunt. I had fecundated myself already with that stallion seed, yet still I wanted those gallons injected straight into my womanhood. «How’s it possible?!» My mind asked, shaking brutally in my mind. «Every time this guy nuts, it’s like he’s got a herd of horses in his balls! » His nut was unbelievable. The spurs of jizz leaving his cumslit were as thick as a forearm! I looked at his balls and came hard. «Fucking hell!!» Those engorged, American-football-sized beasts throbbed twice per second! «It’s like his jizz… is endless!!»
He was eighteen years old! Eighteen! Years! Old! There were guys at his age who couldn’t get a single pussy, let alone come on hundreds of them like a hundred thousand horses! With over seven billion dollars in his bank account, that over-muscular beast was sure to claim every pussy he fancied any time he wanted. It was no shock that he felt so entitled to so many beautiful, fresh wombs at his leisure; he was a walking, breeding god, and gods deserve no less than hundreds of thousands of beautiful acolytes at their service.
The stud turned his orgasming prick to three other ladies, covering in spunk. I laughed as the three gals were drowned under a pile of jizz, and then something else caught my attention: there were bodies falling from the ceiling and splashing on that floor. Their sounds were coarse and gooey, and the splashes covered my body with yet more thick semen. «Jesus! » I looked up and saw many women falling with the cataracts of semen through the holes on the ceiling. Others, however, were literally glued to the surface, like flies cocooned in a spider’s web. I could count at least seven women in that room glued to the ceiling, with other twenty-something glued or nailed to the walls.
There were cracks and torn-up furniture everywhere; when that guy fucked, he broke your body like a jackhammer. No surface resisted his power for too long as his thrust in you so hard a bull would feel intimidated by his power. Walls had female-shaped cracks in them, and in many spots had been torn up completely, leaving tunnels and passages to the other rooms.
The teenager grabbed those three bodies he just covered with jizz and hugged them, making an obscene, triple-layered jizz sandwich as he ate his own spunk and uncovered their faces, licking and kissing them as the penetrated the jizz with his cock and aimed at the ladies’ cunts with careful, measured swirls of his hips. “I will destroy you quickly.” His voice was the deepest, sexiest purr we’ve ever heard. “I need to fuck that Brazilian Amazon.” My heart throbbed as I felt how that man clearly remembered me; better yet, all that fucking seemed to have been just for me, with him getting his dick cocked and loaded for a full treatment of my cunt.
He destroyed those three cunts just as he promised. Their feet were dangling above the floor as the monster fucked them standing, all while not giving a hint of exhaustion or even effort. Those three beautiful, busty, big-assed bombshells were as light as feathers to him, and he fucked them like a rhino would fuck a rabbit: with power beyond anything their bodies could ever comprehend! They were soon screaming, and even sooner silent, for their breaths had been fucked out of their lungs, just like their souls out of their bodies or their brains from their skulls. As they stuck their tongues out and rolled their eyes up, the giant hammered them faster than the human eye could see, sending his cock up to her throats through her cunts and turning their organs and insides into a gooey soup.
I watched his cock closely. Extreme arousal, you see, can almost give a person superpowers; at the moment, I could perceive time in slow-motion, and with that privilege I managed to catch every detail of his insane pounding.
His cock was still not hard! I mean, yeah, it was hard, and clearly it was the hardest thing they had ever felt between their legs; harder than a Greek column; literally harder and fuller than a bar of pure titanium, yet still… it wasn’t his hardest! There was still some “wobbliness” to that cock that betrayed its state of imperfect arousal! The man had fucked through over three hundred and two women, yet his hardness never grew much greater than that one. Was that a property of his cock? Maybe a necessary curse for having a cock so large? Even horses didn’t have enough muscle mass to sustain an endowment so ridiculously large, so I wouldn’t be surprised if the stud actually wasn’t able to grow any harder than that.
Poor thing! He had been doing hundreds of women while feeling soft! His cock measured forty-eight inches (with eight or eight-and-a-half inches of width) yet still that wasn’t hard enough for him! It must have been agonizing, indeed, having so much power and never be able to go full throttle with it! For a moment—a very brief moment indeed—a pitied that stud, but whatever compassion I felt was undone by his relentless, frankly brutal treatment of those cunts. He fucked them so hard it seemed his dick had multiplied into three, fucking the trio simultaneously while, one by one, they all passed out, and the monster felt safe to unload his prodigious gallons inside their wombs, turning them into mommas of his offspring.
“Rooaarr!!” Every time that stud displayed his ridiculous virility, I came through my cunt and tits. My nipples too were sore after squirting so many gallons of milk, but any other woman’s would be too if they ever saw such a stallion cumming so hard… and so much! «Jesus fucking Christ! » I shot gallons through my cunt as the monster unloaded in one womb, then in another, then in the final one, leaving three ladies as stretched as giant balloons, with yoga balls in their bellies, right before he threw them on the ground and came swimming pools worth of semen over them.
The pile of jizz grew wider and taller, reaching as high as the man’s 8ft6in-feet when he turned his prick around and aimed at the four remaining women. “Aahh!!” They screamed, but they too were already too weak to do anything else; their legs were limp and their arms were sore; too much fingering and too much spunk spanking their bodies had left them just as wrecked as an athlete having completed the Iron Man three times in a row.
“Now,” the monster said, with his voice thunderous as the bowels of the earth, his eyes glazing with the fires of hell, “you!” He kept unloading those ridiculous piles of jizz, making me cum so damn hard I passed out for a few seconds. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a monstrous 10ft-high hill of spunk covering the women, whose washed-up bodies the monster pulled from the jizz and lifted up to his shoulders. One, two, three, four nearly passed out, fuck-drunk gals lifted off in the air by this amazing stud, two on each of his arms, then hugged against his body just like the previous three.
His dick would still be cumming if he let it, but the monster had briefly “closed the tap” to line up those four women on his rod. He turned around just a bit, showing me his profile, wanting me to see him knock out (and knock up) those four ladies with his virility. He looked at me and smiled. The cocky bastard knew no will on a woman’s mind would ever come close to resisting him! I was his completely, absolutely, and he could be as arrogant as he wanted, as insufferable as a man could ever be, and still all I would do was lay down in my back and spread my legs on a full split, begging for the privilege of having his seed in my womb.
“Fuck me, daddy!” He was ten years my junior, but fuck it, he was a stud like no grown-up man could ever be. “Breed me, please!” Just to torture me, he pounded those four cunts very slowly, withholding his orgasm for as long as he could, stretching out the time until I was delirious with lust, screaming at the top of my lungs: “fuck me!! Make me your slave!! I don’t fucking care!!” I squeezed my neck with one hand. “Put a leash on me and walk me around in public like I am your personal sex doll!! I don’t fucking care!! Just please, stallion, please, pleeease: stud me!! Breed me!! Knock me up with your fucking…!!”
Just as my pleas became truly desperate, the stallion hammered his cock at full speed on those four cunts, and the myriad of orgasms they were already experienced paled in comparison with the insane barrage he inundated them with; his faster-than-lightning cock hammering them and coring them like no man (or beast) would; his elephant-dong knocking their chins with their wombs, turning their insides into jelly as he studded them with god-like speed, strength, and stamina.
Once again, I was seeing four cocks instead of one, like the monster managed to fuck those four pussies at the same time. The pounding went on for what felt like an excruciating eternity: ten more minutes of pussy battering while the stud roared and laughed, knowing his power over women to be supreme. “Do you want my fucking seed?!” He growled, and the four passed-out ladies, even in their unconscious stated, managed to nod violently as they were hammered by trains in their cunts. “Very well!!”
All the discharge the beast was holding back for over ten minutes was suddenly released, and his balls roared like stallions as they could finally unload all the obscene, excess spunk that made them look three times bigger than usual. A whole tank of semen invaded each of the women, whose bodies were stretched full in under a second each. Every time I blinked, boom!, one more woman had been turned into a living, breathing balloon of flesh and cum, and the monster dropped them one by one as he felt they had serviced his cock well enough.
The four ladies, of course, weren’t enough to completely drain his balls from jizz. At that point, I figured, nothing on Earth was! He was a superhuman stallion, a divine machine of cum, and if he wanted to breed with literally every single woman on the planet, he could start cumming on the first one and, by the time he reached the last one, he’d still be shooting his very first load! This was the power of his virility! Nothing on Earth could be foolish enough to challenge him! He was a supreme stud, a god of sex, and those three hundred and nine cunts spread all over five floors and millions of gallons of jizz were nothing but an appetizer to him.
The beast roared and made his muscles ripple as the final loads coursed through his prick. Clouds of steam burst at high-pressure from his pores, his insane musculature consuming more energy than a locomotive as the stallion climaxed on his own virility. The power that his testicles so effortlessly churned out was enough to make him flex his muscles and kiss them. His arrogance and self-love were completely justified, of course, for only a being as massive and hard as him could fecundate hundreds of women like they were nothing.
Nothing was too cheesy or cocky for that monstrous bastard. He was a god, and as a god he could do as he pleased without any reprimand. When he turned to me, his dick was somewhat soft, oozing gallons of cum while his balls still throbbed like two giant hears, finally “dried” back to their regular size.
His jizz was as thick as semi-hard cement, and the entire room was covered under three-feet-deep layers of it. For the monster, however, none of that mattered: he casually strolled on the jizz, making his way to me while consuming me with those ravenous eyes and throbbing muscles. I came some fifteen times—multiple orgasms, in fact, each of these times—during his short walk towards me, growing mad before the mere sight of his muscles, his armor-like sheet of virility, the thick, throbbing veins that covered his entire body even when his muscles were soft.
The god got his penis close to my head, then he pushed his helmet against my forehead, still walking while his monstrous dong slid over my face. Cum smeared my head and dripped all over my body. Jesus Christ! I was actually being bathed on his spunk! So much of it without the monster even cumming, and then the beast pulled my head against his crotch, cramming my face in his jizz-ridden sack. «Oh, my god!!» My mind was shattered, and I came madly with the all-consuming sensations that infected me.
I could feel his jizz. Every single sperm cell of his potent broth, I could feel them all swimming and swirling inside his powerful sack. I lifted my head to his balls and squeezed them. I was a 6’4ft-tall, 300-pound muscle Amazon, and still those mighty balls dwarfed my very powerful hands. I squeezed them and felt their hardness; his balls could be literally made of steel and they wouldn’t be any heavier than that! I worshiped that god’s sack with my tongue, sucking its thick skin while feeling the spunk ooze through it.
The throbbing! Those monster balls were throbbing so powerfully they hit my head and made it hurt every single second. That was power! Full power! A bull wouldn’t have balls nearly as huge or round or potent as those! I was licking and worshiping the balls of a stallion, and nothing in the world could stop me from cumming so hard.
I grabbed the top of that sack with my hands, but the hands alone were not nearly enough. I embraced them with my whole arms, and still my long, muscular limbs didn’t feel enough next to that engorged, steel-hard scrotum. The monster generously spaced out his legs, squatting a little so I could have enough space to hug his sack against my face. My hands touched his buttocks; they were full power and might, just as I would expect a perfect stallion like him to have. Obviously, a cock so massive couldn’t be powered by anything weaker; his glutes were round machines of thrusting perfection, each thrice as big as my head, their fibers rippling and vibrating unendingly, always ready to pierce through a mountain with the slightest effort.
Power! Power! Power! Every inch of that muscular beast was power! I grabbed my hands on the other end of the sack and crushed it! My bosom, my chest, and my arms all worked in tandem to crush that muscular sack like I was doing a boulder. No joke: the pressure I applied to that monster balls was literally enough to turn stone into pebbles. The monster, however, merely grunted. He lifted his head like he was feeling the utmost of pleasure, and through the sack I saw a huge pellet of cum form.
My breasts were spread out by the sides of that scrotum. Fuck! I felt like a had a wagon in the middle of my cleavage! The cock added tremendous weight to my head, easily cracking any lesser skull than mine. The beast weighed 400 pounds of dick, and I felt its sheer massiveness by lifting up my head and licking all its infinitely veiny, endlessly hard surface. Goddamn it, that cock was so filthy with spunk! That more I licked it and slurped on it, the more spunk I seemed to be taking from it. The beast was mostly soft, throbbing while making a downward arc over my head, yet still it measured over thirty-three inches of length and delicious six inches of width!
That cock’s girth was bigger than the second biggest penis on Earth by dozens of inches! My cunt unloaded gallons on the man’s legs, all my insides being turned to orgasmic lubes as the flames of pure arousal consumed me. With that sack between by arms, I crushed it even harder, and the spunk oozed through its surface, falling down like honey between my legs. My jets of lubes crashed against the divine spunk, but were finally tamed and conquered by it as a gallon pile of juice covered my hips.
I came! Fuck me, god, how hard I came, and I used all the power and the strength of my orgasms to crush that sack even harder, even more brutally, literally biting his dick and feeling my teeth crack under its iron surface. Pints of semen were constantly oozing through the surface of that almighty dick—a thousand times more semen through his sweat than even a regular potent stud could come in a fucking year! “How…?!” My mouth asked in between gargles, whenever the piles of semen gave my face some breathing space. “How are you so virile?!”
Compliments really got that giant going. A massive being of his size clearly basked on whatever praise he could get—all the nicest, most aggressive expletives of the world weren’t enough, indeed, for a beast so huge and powerful. The monster flexed his muscles, and in his upper body I saw a wall of virility being formed: fourteen muscles on his abs! Chest as wide as an airstrip! Shoulders so massive one could literally lay on them like bed and still have ample space for the feet! Arms as huge as Greek columns, bulging with veins as thick as thumbs and as hard as iron. Male, muscular perfection!
“Can’t you taste my seed?” I clearly could! Pints of it entered my mouth and made my throat bloat as I swallowed them loudly into my stomach. The beast roared and puffed steam over body, burning me a little. “Can’t you taste the perfect semen a produce? In my sack you see the result of a hundred thousand years of human evolution, all culminating in the perfect organism, the perfect breeder… me!” The entire room rumbled as he stretched out his arms and flexed them, making his muscles throb from the waist up and his massive penis jump over my body, literally hitting and whipping my back as it came down. “I am a fucking god! I was slaying pussy before kids my age even learned how to spell! I’ve fucked every gorgeous woman I’ve seen, and I’m still growing!” He flexed again, and his balls punched my face with their ferocious throbbing. “I’ve fucked over two million women in my short life. That’s too little.” The god licked his biceps with his god-forsaken tongue, able to reach not just his elbow, but his fucking wrist with that limb! “By the end of my 50s, I would have fucked all the three hundred million gorgeous bitches there are in the world. I will reshape humanity with my genes, and it will be perfect.” He flexed his muscles again, making the room quake. “Mankind will be redesigned and perfected by my sperm, and all women can look forward to a generation of perfectly masculine gods like me everywhere!” He looked down at me, seeing my eyes almost fully roll back into my mind, the orgasms so many that my body stood almost completely still, frozen under thousands of micro-vibrations in every nerve, every second! “This is my power, slut. This is the power with which I will knock you up!”
I fell back on the ground, completely seized by orgasms, but the monster grabbed the back of my head on the last second, pulling me back into to his cock, cramming my face against his balls. “How about getting a real taste of my semen, huh?” He smiled. “Straight from the source?” I couldn’t imagine what he meant by that, but I instinctively got ready for a blowjob. The bodies of dozens of passed out women around me seemed almost like a casual decoration for the room, but also a reminder of the extreme power that bull possessed.
How wrecked would I be after a mere blowjob on that beast? I reflexively prepared for the worst, yet still that monster cock was not what my mouth got; it was his balls. “Watch them, my precious.” He pushed my face against his left testicle, which was bigger than my entire freaking head. “I want this whole ball inside your mouth.”
My eyes almost popped out of my skull! Somehow, that seemed a fate far worse that gobbling up his cock! His ball was literally the size of an American football, and it was getting bigger just as it refilled itself with semen! Before I could even look up and plead with him, the monster snuck his penis-like fingers inside my lips and spread them open, stretching my jaw as much as it could be stretched, the slightly breaking it and allowing its bones to magically reconstruct, upping the size of my bite to nearly inhuman proportions—those were, in a nutshell, the paranormal powers that he carried in his body!
The monster grunted and puffed, and vast clouds of steam hit my face as he smiled and said: “good girl. Now, feed on my egg.” He lifted his left ball with his right hand while his right arm was wrapped around my back. I couldn’t help but to close my eyes and pant, ready to received that monster ball in my lips. The thing then came, much bigger than even I expected, its lower tip pushing my jaw to its new limits, cracking my bones and making my bite even bigger.
I ate a third of that egg, and still my head was too small for it! The monster kept pushing the beast with his hand, adding inch after until I was panting, sweating, and tapping on his body in despair. On its longest extent, that testicle was easily over ten inches! The mere realization of its size made me freeze and suffer under another barrage of orgasms. «Holy fucking shit!!» The remains of my mind despaired. «This monster egg is literally longer than almost every single penis on Earth!» Not to mention its width: at its “fattest,” right in the middle, the testicle was six-inches and half! The monster’s balls were literally fatter than his cock when soft! «Jesus…!!» I came. «Fucking…!!» I came again. «Christ! » You could hear all the juices sloshing through my cunt, hitting the ground hard as I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming, about a hundred thousand orgasms hitting me in about a hundredth fraction of a second.
I was cumming so hard I passed out—just to be awaken a second later by my orgasms. The climax was too hard for me to resist awake and too intense for me to sleep through them. If that monster was around during the World Wards, the Geneva conventions would have included his cock as a torture method and weapon of mass destruction! It was inconceivable for a single girl to experience so many orgasms and not lose her mind and her sense of self completely; thankfully, for him, I was one of the strongest girls around, and clearly as tough and hot as about a hundred of those other bitches combined.
As he looked down to my orgasming body, he calmly assessed my strength. “You’re one of a kind, did you know that? Well, of course you did.” He caressed my cheek while my eyes were almost entirely white—if my eyeballs rolled up any higher, they would be piercing my fucking brain! “With so many muscles and such flexibility, you always knew you were the best lay in the life of whatever guy you chose.” He pushed his ball deeper, making me eat a whole half of it! “Very well, monster girl. Time to meet your match.” He pushed his ball again. Its lower tip pierced my throat as the mass continued to enter my mouth, stretching out my entire face, breaking and reconstructing my fucking skull just so it could accommodate it. Disgusting snort burst through my nose as my eyes squirted tears into his body. The pressure inside me was beyond insane! “Oh, who am I kidding?” The monster smiled. “You’re not my match. You can’t ever hope to be. The most you can aspire to is withstanding my full power for a few hours.” He shook his dick above my face, making it slap like a sledgehammer on my back. “I will give you my full attention, the full loving, thrusting power of my cock in your body, and if you’re really the strongest woman on Earth, you’re gonna take every second of it for hours… until I have completely drained my balls in your whore body.” He pushed his ball with just two fingers, adding three quarters of the damn orb in me. “I’ve already knocked up three hundred and nine ladies. We’re standing on a pool of four hundred thousand gallons of my jizz just on this floor.” Another push. Two more inches of the ball went inside me, with its lower half almost completely piercing my throat, making me shiver in both an orgasmic and agonizing state that was just too intense for me to describe. «You’ve already got a pretty good head start. Now…» another cruel push, «let’s see how well you can take my semen, starting by this single ball.» He pushed the ball again. The whole thing entered my mouth. «Pump it.» He commanded. «Suck this ball with your throat like you were sucking a dick. Extract the semen from my skin like you were drinking my dick like a straw. Suck it!» He grabbed my head with both his hands, which could easily squash it like a lemon. “Suck my testicle and see how many gallons you can get out of it. Okay?” I wasn’t in any state to reply. “Alright.” The arrogant stud smiled. “Three, two, one… go!”
Despite all my pain, despite all my agony, and despite my skull being about to burst at any moment, I couldn’t help but to instinctively obey and… suck that testicle for all its worth! The gallons of semen were heard sloshing down my throat and splashing inside my stomach. My belly bulged as my throat gained strength and pumped that egg with more vigor.
Diane stood in the middle of the great pantheon, surrounded by hundreds of her beloved sisters, awaiting their judgement. Though her position was somewhat humiliating—her wrists tied by her own Lasso of Honesty—she had the tranquility of the gods on her side. It was wonderful, in fact, to stand near so many beautiful women. Diane was, above anything, a free spirit who reveled in the beauty of whatever person she saw, be them male or female, and those hundreds of ladies were the finest female specimens the whole world had to offer.
«I can’t say I’m not aroused by this.» The powerful princess thought, crossing her legs and squeezing her pussy with her phenomenal thighs. The arousal was not one-sided, though: those hundreds of women—powerful warriors of her race of Amazons—couldn’t help but to be hugely attracted by the beautiful demigoddess standing before them. She was the mightiest of their kind, and though they should have been angered by the transgressions committed, they couldn’t help but to fall deeper in love every time they looked at her.
Diane was the daughter of Zeus, and it showed. The Amazon’s staggering height of 7’5 feet was complemented by an impeccable body forged in iron. Though she had never worked out to be so buff and muscular, her genes inevitably made her a goddess of muscles: every time she moved, her body trembled loudly with her muscles rippling under her skin. Her legs were like two Greek columns made of steel, thick and potent limbs that could kick like a mare, and her hips were immensely wide thanks to the humongous rear they supported.
Her ass was perfect. No more accurate description can be given to it: perfect! They were almost pure muscles: perfectly round glutes so hard they almost stood upright even when relaxed.
The goddess turned around, making those beauties jump and loudly flex, and many gasps came from the Amazons, who felt uneasy even when they were, each of them, the sexiest, fittest superwomen on the planet.
«Who do these whores think they are to judge me? Me?» The goddess flexed her arms, feeling the pressure and resistance of her lasso in her hips. Her biceps bulged loudly, making the sound of a thick tire being stretched to its limits, and then she relaxed those guns, picking the many gasps and faint moans coming from the audience. «They are aroused by my sight.» Turning her ears, she could even detect the dripping of the excessive moisture from many pairs of legs. «Who am I kidding? I am aroused by myself too!»
The Amazon spread her legs, drawing more admiring gasps from the audience as her marvelous thighs flexed and rippled. Thin threads of thick, transparent nectar dripped from her vagina, which was tightly pressed by the red-and-blue spandex of her uniform. The gooey threads flowed down her legs, forming two small patches of creamy goo between her feet.
The goddess smiled, looking defiantly to the many sisters who were supposed to judge her. Flexing her arms again, she tested their resilience, flaunting her obscenely shredded arms. «God, I’m so perfect!» The goddess delighted on her superior genes, flexing her abs and feeling her uniform cave into her body. Every muscle in her was perfectly highlighted by her tight spandex, which happened to make her even more arousing than if she were outright naked.
Her biceps swelled, and many veins spread all over it, feeding her muscular guns with gallons of blood. She could feel the power flowing in her veins, throbbing loudly in her arteries as she took deeper breaths and channeled more energy into her abs. Her breasts, however, throbbed before she could even pop the ten magnificent muscles of her belly. «Goddamn!!» She felt on fire, with her breasts testing the strength of her uniform.
Her nipples were so hard they flashed though the cloth. That uniform was designed specifically to prevent incidents such as these, but its designer probably didn’t take into account the power and hardness of an Amazon goddess. Even when Diane stood perfectly still, her breasts were wobbling and bouncing on their own. «It’s the milk,» she pondered, shaking her chest just a little, feeling the sloshing of the thick liquid inside her bosom.
Her mammalian glands were full. Really full! She always felt an intense pressure in those breasts, but almost always managed to get by. Almost. The situation only grew uncomfortable in the heat of a battle, and it wasn’t uncommon for the goddess to be punched in the stomach and unwittingly squirt gallons of milk in an enemy’s face.
“Isn’t there anything I can do about this?” She had asked one of those very same sisters one day, when she was still in good standing with the Amazons. The sister she sook help with was a massive, dark-skinned beauty who nonetheless could barely speak straight when seeing (and touching!) Diane’s exposed breasts. Still, she did her best to remain professional.
“Diane, look at you.” She pointed to the goddess’s body. “You’re leagues ahead anything anyone of us could ever ask for.” She bowed before her princess, humbled and infatuated. “My goddess, you are a thousand times more woman than we’re ever going to be. Your massive bosom, also lush and full of milk, is a blessing you will need to get used to.” Diane couldn’t help but to catch her friend’s desirous biting of her lips. “You’re the absolute female. The perfect woman. I’m am all but honored to serve you…” Her words almost dissipated in the air, “and get the honor of seeing your full, mm, beauty so up-close.”
Diane had her torso completely naked to that friend, and a tight skirt and two bracelets were her only uniform for that check-up. Her massive legs were crossed, which made them look ever more obscene then they were when separated. Diane saw how her friend’s eyes wandered between her tits and her abs, then her abs and her legs all the time, never knowing where to focus. All of her was just too irresistible for even that big, experienced Amazon to keep her cool.
The princess put her arms on the stone bed she was sitting and leaned back gently. The ten powerful muscles of her abs rippled like leather straps, and the friend audibly shivered as she saw them get much more ripped, bloated, and prominent than her own had ever been. “My g-goddess,” she looked up to the princess with a little bit of despair. “Why do you show off like that.”
Diane was legitimately puzzled. “Show off? What do you mean?” She looked down and made an effort to see her belly, but she couldn’t manage it; her massive bosom stood in the way. “Am I being immodest?”
The older Amazon no longer knew what was fun and what was flirtation. “You know you are, my queen.” Still, seeing the honestly confused expression of her princess, the Amazon continued: “even though you know you are beautiful, you have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
Diane gave a perky smile. “I have some idea.” Then flexed her abs harder, and for the first time the other Amazon almost lost control of her body, whimpering loudly, putting both hands on the bed, and almost falling over the princess with the desire to lick her and eat her pussy raw.
“By Zeus!!” Diane shouted. “Do I look this good?”
She couldn’t see it, but her abs had swelled to an absolute muscular perfection: ten throbbing, bulging muscles so insanely toned that a new pair was almost showing near her hips. Some thick veins had covered her belly, throbbing as faint layers of steam rose from her skin.
Her Amazon admirer had her tongue out when she almost fell over the princess. The sight of those perfect muscles aroused her particularly hard, for she was the one in charge of training the girls to their maximum physical prowess.
“My queen…!” She bit her lips, almost as if trying to restrain her raging attraction. Diane saw her muscles throbbing and her skin sweating. From her pussy, she could hear the juices sloshing, then splashing into her thighs as their dripped on the floor and flowed down her legs like rivers of pure arousal. The Amazon’s arms too were bulging, and though they were thinner and less veiny than Diane’s own guns, they were still absolute muscular marvels she craved to lick and run her tongue all over!
The older Amazon got a better hold on herself and looked the princess in the eyes. “How many times a week to you exercise, my lady?”
“Exercise?” The princess lazily stretched on the bed, making the display of muscles and veins grow even more obscene. “You mean, pull weights and throw darts like you do?”
“Y-y-yes.” All she could see at the moment were the princess giant, almost rock-hard breasts. “T-that’s right.”
“Oh, oh!” Diane stretched again. “Three times a week, I guess.” She yawned, making her biceps grow and throb so lively before her admirer. “A few hours a day, if that’s what you mean.” She gave her a feline, sensuous smile. “I don’t do a lot of exercise, to be honest. It bores me out of my mind!”
“Fucking…!” The older Amazon bit her tongue, squinting her eyes so as to restrain the growing fire in her loins.
Diane was worried: “are you alright?”
Her friend could barely get her answer out: “yes, yes, princess, I am, but… god!… damn it!!” When she looked up again, her eyes were tearing up! “You are so! Fucking! Perfect!”
The demigoddess stretched on the stone bed again, just compounding the insanity of muscles that so dazzled her admirer. “Oh, please!” Even when she least realized, she made one of her biceps throb so big and hard that it literally slapped her in the face! “I guess I am beautiful, but I’m not that…”
“Oh, shut up!!” The older Amazon covered her own mouth in terror, trying to gauge her princess’s reaction. Diane was amused, and finally realizing just how immense was her sexual attraction. “Do I really look this good? Good enough that I make you speak so disrespectfully to your queen and goddess?” Her friend nodded, and then Diane completely forgot about the ailments that had brought her to that place.
Instead, she wanted to gauge how intense was her control over her friend. «I’ve had many women before.» She pondered, knowing very well how excellent a lover she could be. «Many hard, delicious bodies under my own, quivering and shouting under my touch.» The screams and the jets of lube in her face were the absolute proof of her mastery in lovemaking. «I know I am attractive, but am I really attractive to make her—the Head Instructress of Amazons!—fall for me?»
The Head Instructress of Themyscira sure was a catch. Of all women in the islands, only her and the Queen of Amazons could be compared to Diane in height and muscle mass—the Queen was undeniably the bigger woman, standing at 7’8 feet and flaunting over 600 pounds of unbelievably hard, bulging muscles. Of all women in the world, in fact, the Amazon Queen was the only one able to give Diane a good beating—even many years later, as she was about to be judged.
The Head Instructress was much less intimidating, but still a force to be feared if ever angered. At 7’3 feet, the tall hulking warrior was a real tank of a woman. Though shorter than Diane, she was considerably bulkier, sporting nearly 525 pounds of muscle versus the princess’ more “modest” 500 pounds. This was translated into her thicker, “brickier” silhouette, which didn’t by any means make her any less of an attractive woman. To Diane, in fact, she was the paramount of female beauty.
The princess tried to control her own arousal as she saw the Instructress fawning so clearly over her. The massive woman was wider and thicker than she was, built as hard as a mountain, though still lady-like in her proportions: her waist a thin and her ass was massive. Her breasts, though somewhat smaller than Diane’s, were still such round, perfect muscle-bound knockers that the bustiest of mortals would feel inadequate standing next to.
They two were luscious, fertile beasts: Diane could hear the milk shaking inside them, and it was almost as copious as the milk she held on her own knockers. «This bitch! She talks as if I was cursed with big breasts, but her own also look like always one squeeze away from gushing gallons!» She lowered her head and licked her lips, signaling her obvious attraction for the Instructress.
The woman was wider than Diane in almost every aspect: thicker legs, bigger ass, more solid muscles, and an eight-pack that was just as big as Diane’s ten-pack, each muscle covering a much larger area of her belly. Her shoulders were a true spectacle; wide and sturdy walls any woman (or man) could quickly rely on. The Instructress was such a paramount of virility that she could literally take arrows to her body, only for the projectiles to shatter in contact with her muscles.
Her bulging arms were scary! Beautiful, of course, and not “monstrous” or “freakish” by any stretch of the definition, by they were clearly arms that could wrestle a raging bull to the ground. Diane vividly remembered the instances when that Instructress, showing off her prowess to her students and the Queen herself, tamed two wild stallions by literally bear-hugging their throats and body-slamming then both like paper bags.
She had literally flipped bears and cracked the skulls of lions with nothing but those mighty arms. In fact, in all the fights and displays of power she had ever done, not a single beast had managed to land a blow anywhere close to her torso or abs. Once the assailant was in reach of her arms, *boom!*, one punch and it was game over!
Only the Queen stood firmly over that mare, having wrestled her into submission a few times in front of other elite Amazons, teaching the woman her proper place in Themyscira. Still, the Queen herself admitted that “as I get old, this bitch only gets stronger!” Therefore, the Queen of the Amazons obsessed with training every single day to keep her muscles sharp and her senses sharper, always trying to maintain the edge over her fearsome rival. “One day she might actually beat me, and when this day comes, I will be hard-pressed to justify my crown!”
All of that intimidated Diane a little, but the Princess of the Amazons knew very well her place in the sexual and physical pantheon of the island—and her place was, even as early as her eighteen years of age, at the very top! Everyone knew it was just a matter of months, if not days, for the daughter of Zeus to take her rightful place as Queen of the Amazons. It was inevitable! The only incognito question was when the fateful battle between her and the Queen would finally happen, after which she would take—peacefully or not—the crown from her matriarch’s head.
This gave Diane a sense of confidence unparalleled in any Amazon. Women always had the biological curse of being “a little shy, a little weaker, a little more vulnerable” than their male pears, but the Amazons (for the most part) escaped that curse, and Diane escaped it completely: she was as cocky as any Alpha male, and in matters of love and sex she always enjoyed taking the dominant role—be it on a date or on a violent wrestling match.
The young Amazon thus looked temptingly to her superior, who was all but unravelling completely next to the youth’s beauty. How long had the Instructress been coveting her body? How hard had her attraction grown between her hips, and how hot burned the flames of a passion she never had the opportunity to consummate… until that day? The princess would find out.
“What part of my body attracts you the most?” She asked, and before the Instructress could even look up to her again, the princess flexed her entire body, making her musculature beam before the woman’s eyes.
The bed cracked, and at first Diane thought it was her muscles that had damaged her stone. As she looked to her sides, however, she saw the Instructress’s hands cracking the edges of the bed, turning it to dust under her mighty grip. Her own muscles were swelling and hardening, with veins popping in her forehead as she could barely withstand the divine sight of her princess’s body.
“D-Diane!” She looked to her goddess, who was smiling back at her.
“Don’t be shy.” Diane uncrossed her legs, striking the instructress with the heat of her cunt. She raised her leg besides the Instructress’s body, feeling her massive, scary muscles on her foot. “You know… I’ve always been attracted to your body.” The Instructress gulped as Diane foot-massaged her massive glutes. “Your ass… by Zeus, you are a thick woman!” Her eyes glistered with sincere admiration. “These legs belong to mares, not to humans!”
The Instructress gained more confidence, as shown by the sensual rumbling of her muscles. She took her hands off the table and stood upright, letting dust and pebbles fall from her wrists. “I am nothing compared to you, my princess, but I…” A cocky smiled was drawn in her lips. “Well, I do take care of myself.” She struck a pose with her body, displaying to Diane her massive, tree-trunk-like arms. “Do you like my muscles, princess? Are they well-trained and hard enough for a woman in my position?”
Diane spread her legs and flexed her abs. The Amazon’s body seemed to have been hit with the bursts of power emanating from the princess, for she vacillated and stepped back a little, her poise and her focus all but broken. “Don’t you run away, Head Instructress, or try to avoid my question: I asked…” She flexed her muscles again, breasts bouncing as her physique rippled and bulged, “which part of my body is more appetizing to you?” Her eyes wandered on the Amazon’s thick bod. “Oh, I love your hips, and all that comes with them.” She loudly licked her lips. “Your thighs and your ass, so hard and ripe!” Her gaze was like a predator’s. “I always wondered what was like feeling those powerful slabs of meat on my hands… and my lips… and my tongue.”
She stuck her tongue out and slowly, oh, very slowly licked her upper lip. Her red, hot tongue highlighted the fullness of her lip, making it glisten with her saliva before she caressed her lower lip, very carefully massaging her meat before the Amazon’s thirsty eyes. She could feel her friend’s arousal by her coarse, rumbling breath; it was like the breath of a bull in heat, ready to charge at a fertile mate. Diane would be scared shitless of that woman, indeed, if she didn’t know she could very well hold her ground against her.
The Instructress cleared her throat and spread her legs and arms apart, in a pose very similar to her infamous fighting stances. “My princess,” she said, “this is a useless question. There is no part I covet more than any other in your body.” Both mighty women looked at each other in silence, soon broken by the Amazon’s deeper, silkier voice: “all of you is equally attractive. All of you… is deeply arousing.” Her hands glided near her own hips for an instant, briefly betraying her all-consuming desire. “Your abs. Your arms. The muscles of your back. The powerful slabs of your shoulders. Your mighty legs, your outstanding rear, your ripped, hard cunt, and your face worthy of Aphrodite.” He bowed very slightly, as if the gesture was her duty. “Everything in you is equally supreme, and to choose one would be to insult the others.”
Diane smiled, knowing there was a lot of truth in her words. “You are a charmer, Head Instructress.” The princess kept her arms half-flexed, feeling the veins slowly climbing over her biceps. “But I’m afraid I’m not all that when compared to our mighty Queen, right?” She stared deeply at the Instructress, who looked at her with candor. “Right?”
The Amazon closed her eyes, pondered for a while, and then replied: “our Queen truly is something else, but she’s also something quite bad that you’ll gladly take a long time to become.”
The princess was puzzled. “What?”
The Amazon smirked. “Old.”
Diane laughed, becoming a little bit vulnerable, which prompted the Instructress to do the unthinkable.
*Crack!* The princess was startled as the older Amazon sank her foot in the altar around the bed, cracking the stone while sinking a few inches into ground. Diane held her jaw low for a while, praising the Amazon’s strength: “fuck! If that’s what you do by accident,” she squirmed, “I shiver just to think about what you can do when you unleash your full power.”
This time, it was Diane’s turn to be shaken by the Amazon’s muscles: the Instructress flexed her arms and her upper torso, making her brick-like width grow even wider, more like a literal wall of muscles before the princess. Both women knew that, in terms of power and fighting skills, they stood roughly at the same level, and they also knew dozens of temples would have to be destroyed until one of them could emerge victorious from a hypothetical fight.
Both of them knew that, but none of them wanted to find out who was the strongest—yet. The tension between their massive, hard bodies conjured up a different, smoother sensation. The temple stood at a dead silence, with nobody else present on that island but the two beauties. In a way, admitting it or not, the Head Instructress had arranged for them to be alone in that paradise, and now she had the princess precisely where she wanted: in her grasp.
A ferocious, animalistic feeling took over her breast as she flexed her abs and made her eight obscene muscles bulge, drawing excited claps from her princess. “Yes, yes!” Diane bit her lower lip, casting a most intense gaze upon her superior. “Is this the hardest you can go?”
The Instructress smiled back, loving the taste of a new challenge. “Petulant heir. Despite your lineage, you haven’t yet known the true power of a female!” The Instructress drew a deeper breath, then flexed her belly so hard she made the altar shake. Diane’s eyes bulged almost as hard as her friend’s muscles, seeing that massive eight-pack be covered with veins, the muscles growing almost as big as a man’s biceps.
The Instructress crossed her arms over her head and channeled all her strength in her abs, which rippled so loudly they sounded like rubber tires exploding. “Wow.” The princess was sincerely humbled as those massive muscles slowly outgrew her own, covered in thick, scorching veins while all other muscles also seemed to harden and swell.
The Instructress opened her eyes, managing to speak very clearly while keeping the immense pressure in her physique. “What about I show you what a woman truly looks like, heh, child?” Closing her eyes again, the Amazon conjured up so much strength to her abs that her neck swelled and her arms throbbed like two giant drums.
The ground was shaking hard enough so that even the columns nearby began to crack, and the ripples of energy in that giantess’s body were so intense that she couldn’t hold back her scream for much longer: “rooooaarrr!!!” With a massive outburst of energy, the ground exploded around her, cracking the stone table in the middle and making the princess instinctively backflip, landing on her feet behind the bed.
“Holy shit!!” As the Amazon kept hulking up, the altar kept sinking under its many, growing cracks. A giant fissure had been opened in the middle of the temple, cutting it from edge to edge, and more cracks were growing all over it like a web from where the Instructress was standing. She was probably ignorant of all that, however, as the power inside her was so great she could no longer afford to lose her focus.
“FUUUCK!!” The Instructress moved her arms in front of her body and stroke a “C” pose, making her shoulder swell and her abs violently bulge. “OOOH, FUUUCK!!!” There was a thin pain in her scream, like all the veins that covered her, as thick as iron chain, could explode in a bloody mess at any moment. “FUCK!!” The Amazon straightened up, then leaned forward again, always alternating between motions to expertly channel the energy wherever she wanted. “FEEL IT, PRINCESS!!” As the Instructress opened her eyes, Diane saw them red with blood… and fury. “FEEL THE POWER!!!”
With another massive, calculated flex, the aura bursting from that Amazon giantess pushed the princess back, throwing her off the altar and down on the temple’s floor. «Fuck!!» Diane could only think as her back hit the ground, having only felt a similar power when she allowed the other Amazons to hit her abs with sledgehammers in order to test her strength. “Holy Hares, this…!” Her hair was a mess. “This is amazing!!”
The Amazon had grown not only harder, but much taller! Her body had now sunk a whole foot in the alter as her muscles have compounded atop of each other. She was a vascular, muscular portrait of power as she relaxed her muscles and shook her arms and legs to disperse the intense energy still flowing around them, releasing dense clouds of steam through her skin.
Diane’s amazement couldn’t be understated: “you’re fucking shredded!” She covered her mouth in dismay. “Oh, my god, you…!” The words almost got stuck in the throat. “You’ve grown two more muscles in your abs!”
Indeed, the Amazon now sported a new pair of hyper ripped abdominals, matching the princess in number and far outweighing her in mass. “Then we’re even, princess. You’re not the only arrogant lady with a marvelous, glistening ten-pack, anymore.” She flexed her arms, seeing the veins popping along her bulging biceps and swelling triceps. “Though, to be fair, you do look a little wimpy, now that I’ve grown.” She flexed her thighs, and the rock around her feet cracked a little further, like her weight was increasing at every motion. “Look at these huge, bulging legs, huh? I bet they are as big as your entire waist, don’t you think?”
“Ha, ha! Don’t you get cocky.” The princess stood on her feet, facing the Instructress with daunting confidence. “What you just did, I too can do.”
The Instructress could barely hide her shock: “how?” Her mind was racing much faster than her mouth: «we have never taught this arrogant woman the secrets of muscle growth! Is she really such a prodigy that she learned them… on her own?» She gulped, trying to hide her insecurities as she saw the princess stepping closer, climbing over the wrecked steps of the altar while never breaking eye-contact.
“I discovered it a few years ago, when I was making love to one of your students.” The arrogant little slut stretched, flexing her muscles like it was no big deal. “They are amazing, powerful mares, I must admit.” She crossed her arms behind her head and flexed them, creating a wall of hardened muscles from her forearms to her shoulders and up to her deltoids and rhomboids. “Their stamina is incredible. It’s nice being able to last, uh, I dunno, longer than a couple of hours, don’t you think?”
She relaxed her muscles, then stretched her left arm in front of her body, pulling it back with her right arm while the pressure made her tits throb. Her arms were under her breasts, but the pressure was still great enough to stir the milk in them and… make it burst! *squiiiish!!* The Instructress covered her mouth and averted her gaze as the cream bubbled out from Diane’s nipples, shooting in jets strong enough to land a couple of feet away from the princess.
Diane no longer seemed concerned by her “chest problem” as she confidently strolled up the altar, flexing her muscles in preparation for her big reveal. “One of your girls—Magdalena, I think it was her name—gave me a real challenge. You see, I usually made your warriors pass out after ten or twenty minutes of fingering. I love giving them pleasure, don’t get me wrong, but it was often frustrating to make a woman pass out before I can even taste her with my tongue,” she wiggled her butt. “and other parts.”
The Instructress’s heart was beating much stronger and louder than she hoped as the cocky princess climbed the last step and made her way towards the cracked bed. The little girl had the arrogance of Hades in her smirk while flaunting her sexual prowess to her superior. “Magdalena was different, however. She was the first woman I felt I really needed to step up my game with if I wanted to stand victorious.” She flexed her arms, making her shoulders swell and her breasts squirt milk on the table. “I beat her like I did all the others, but it took me two hours and all the muscles of my body until she was screaming my name in bliss and tapping out in the forest.” She smirked, looking like an Alpha male very proud of her (well, his) giant dick. “She was a great student. I must congratulate you on how well you trained her.”
The princess finally stopped, standing in front of the table between them. Milked dripped from her tits and nectar dripped from the Instructress’s cunt as she looked to the now-shorter princess, wondering just how strong she truly was. “W-why are you telling me this?” Diane bit her lips and struck an offensive pose on the ground, cracking the stone with her feet, readying her muscles for a hulking performance.
“Because that’s when I learned to tap into my full power. To channel the blood of Zeus within me and make myself into the giantess I am—truly am, you see.” She looked to her superior—who wouldn’t be her superior for much longer. “I had to learn it on the spot, in fact, otherwise I wouldn’t have beaten your student, even after two hours of fucking.”
The Amazon gulped, now sweating coldly through her forehead. “You discovered the Power of the Swole… while fucking?”
Diane laughed, taking progressively deeper breaths as she focused on her muscular explosion.
“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘fucking,’ as I was just fingering her, but… yeah. It’s in the moments of greatest need when we discover our greatest strengths.” Her eyes beamed. “Now, my elder, watch as I humiliate your body by growing into my truest, purest form.” Her breath was turning into deep, rumbling grunts; her words, indistinguishable from roars: “watch me as I become… the True Queen of the Amazons!”
When he shot his load that second time, it was just as unbelievable as the first. I even stopped fingering myself for a while, awed by the copious loads his monster dick filled that woman with. His roars made the room quake, and if any window had until then remained intact after his ungodly fucking, it did no longer.
I saw the poor blonde’s bell—and, in fact, her whole body—swell. She had passed out a few seconds earlier, while the beast was pounding her, standing on his two feet, using her body just like one giant jacking device, but even if she were awake, she would have fainted after that very first load from the titan.
Jesus, the sounds! I could hear the sounds of the juices sloshing inside her, filling her up with enough spunk to overflow a bathtub, and then stretching her muscles and flesh as her insides became full with jizz, with nowhere else to go but back out through her pussy.
The blonde’s cunt was stretched even wider, and through it burst the excessive loads of jizz from that god-stud. The spunk exploded into his vast musculature and shot like rocket fire into the ground, building a pile of jizz. Soon, I was panting and cumming again, squirting my own gallons of lubes on that monster’s body, giving him a sexual shower I knew he was very used to. «Impossible!!» My mind raced as my fingers reached new depths within me. «That’s fucking impossible! »
I couldn’t contain or even describe my arousal for that stud, who seemed crafted to perfection for the female delight. As he effortlessly pounded that body, shooting gallons like it was nothing, I took glimpses of his body in between orgasms and delved deeper into madness, seeing his insane, armor-like musculature and the calm, sexy grin in his face. It is one thing when men can fuck like a stallion, but another thing entirely when they can fuck like stallions and cum like elephants while making it all look like child’s play.
The mountain of jizz grew until it reached the woman’s buttocks. The man was so tall he had her lifted up some four or five feet above the ground, yet still his ejaculate reached her in no time. He slammed her on the ground, creating cracks on the floor, and then power-slammed her with his cock while roaring and looking at me. “Watch me, Paola!” He demanded, seeing how I averted my gaze. “This is how I fuck a woman!”
And fuck a woman he did: with brutal motions that turned his hips into a large blur, the monster pounded that petite blonde until her womb was hammered repeatedly against her throat, cumming all the time while her cunt gushed with his endless jizz. Soon, there was a humongous pile of sperm growing around their bodies. The monster seemed oblivious to it, fucking that bitch with abandon while making the cum splash all over the room.
Huge pellets flew as quick as bullets, hitting everything in sight, including me, destroying the last few objects that remained there and forcing me to cover my body with my arm—which was little help, I must add. I was pushed back by those cum shots, and one of them, hitting me straight in the stomach, even almost made me puke!
The cracks were growing as the monster hammered the poor cunt into the ground, to both her immense delight and agony, having her wake up and pass out every single instant.
I wanted to help the poor girl, but realized my own helplessness as I struggled to avoid those simple cum shots. When that monster fucked you, he made sure you’d stay fucked. It was as simple (and as brutal) as that. The poor blonde was at his dick’s complete mercy; nothing could save her soul before the male decided so. That’s the way it was.
“Please…” My mouth uttered some faint pleas of solidarity before I heard footsteps behind me. The door had been left opened by the two women the man had just fucked, and through it I saw many more beauties coming in, with a huge crowd of ladies waiting on the hall beyond. «Oh, for goodness’s sake! » I crossed my arms, knowing that I would have contend even more competition.
Those women were all secretaries of the billionaire stud, though something told me they weren’t exactly hired for their brains or their rare, in-demand skills. Each and every one of them was so gorgeous it was almost laughable, like the man was running the world’s foremost modelling agency! «Even the most exclusive fashion shows have a bunch of ladies that can be considered unattractive by some standards, » I thought, seeing the most daring of those women venture in the room, «but these ones here are all beautiful. » I had to clean the spunk from my eyes to make sure I was seeing things straight. «All. Of. Them! »
It was clear that the stud had a clear preference for tall beauties with magnificent bosoms and rears; endowments as huge as to accommodate his 48-inch hard horse-class penis! Behind that door there was an ocean of toned legs and tall, curvy bodies in very tight dresses, with their unbelievable breasts defying the fabric of their clothes (and the laws of physics) and their asses making loud, rumbling noises even when they bounced just a little. A good deal of those ladies—maybe half of them—was not only fit, but hulking! Some of them were even tall, muscular Amazon goddesses like me, and these were the ones who ventured into the room before all else—a tall, muscular Amazon, you see, is never one to be coward or frightful.
These mighty women looked down to me and twisted their lips in disgust. They saw they had competition, and that I was clearly the biggest and baddest of all of them all bitches. “S-s-sir?” Still, some of them tried to act normal. “S-s-sir, you have a meeting…”
But another Amazon slapped some sense into her. “Forget it, dear. You can move his whole schedule for later.” She looked to the stud and bit her lip. “Today, he’s gonna fuck.” She held her immense breasts from beneath and pulled them up, feeling their hardness and size against her dress. “He’s gonna fuck all day long.”
Some of the ladies were clearly initiates in that world, for they were as shocked as me as they entered the room and saw its dreadful state. “Is t-this all…?!” They saw the white mountains and smears all over the place, “…spunk?!” Yes, it was, and there was even more of that coming: the bison pierced that blonde into the floor, sinking with her many inches into the concrete, and hitting the pipelines of that floor. If you think that was enough to slow him down, think again: the beast hammered the cunt with even greater strength, loudly bending the metal pipelines and soon bursting them. The water flooded the hole they were into, but the masses of spunk around their bodies prevented the mess from growing any bigger, like tons of superglue poured into a leakage.
The monster pounded and pounded and pounded until time itself became meaningless, clearly having no limits for his stamina and virility. My pussy was red and sore after so much fingering, and drops of blood were falling between my legs as more women entered the room and vied for his attention: “please, Reymond, enough! Can’t you see that she’s already gone??” They immediately shut up when the billionaire lifted his gaze to them, looking very serious, clearly annoyed that anyone would dare interrupt his fucking.
Another bigger, muscular woman appealed to him where she knew he would listen: “this pussy is old and torn-up, my king. You deserve some fresh meat.” The arrogant Amazon flexed her muscles, and I saw her body bulge and ripple by my side. «This bitch! » I thought. She was almost as big as I. “Please, Reymond, pound me with your god-cock! Use my body to show these other bitches what you can do to a lady!” Her voice cracked sometimes, as she too didn’t resist the sight of those countless gallons of male seed piling up before her eyes. “It’s been four months since I gave birth. My body is primed for your seed.” She spread her legs and squeezed her cunt beneath her jeans. “Please, Reymond, please… breed me!”
That seemed to have got the stud interested, for immediately he stopped banging that fainted body, and looked at the big woman with fire in his eyes. Grunting, the monster withdrew his penis from the blonde, making her body return to a somewhat-normal size. All breaths were stolen then the monster stood on his feet and revealed the full glory of his hard cock—well, mostly hard, for even after nutting a swimming pool of spunk, there was still some wobbliness to his dick.
The room was filled with the sound of dozens of cunts swelling and gushing. There were about a hundred women in that room and the hall behind it, and all fought against their urges to step over their competitors and launch themselves into that prime stud, who studied their bodies with an air of calm and majesty.
The breeding bull, however, still had more juice to unload. “Rooaarr!!” His muscles hardened and the thick veins covered them like a complex roadmap of virility as the monster turned around and jerked his prick with both hands. “You wait. I still have a good load to dump.” Then, we watched in awe the vast rivulets of spunk bursting like bullets from his unbelievable cock. Lines and rivers of spunk covered walls and floor as the stallion roared and obeyed the command of his massive balls, which were in a frenzy of sperm production.
Loud splashes were heard as the jizz covered every inch of the room. The monster grew harder and stronger as he roared, flexing his muscles to a delirium of masculinity that got us all on our knees, cumming and lactating as our bodies picked up his pure virile power. The big, badass Amazon that so skillfully confronted him a few seconds ago was by my side, on her kees, crying as she admired that stud jerking off, her tongue all rolled out and her lips moving like she was going to die if she didn’t get that massive elephant cock inside of her—ASAP!!
I looked at her and admired her body; pieces of her shirt had been torn by her huge muscles. “You’re beautiful.” I said, but the Amazon paid no heed as a massive jet of cunt-sauce splashed against her jeans. “Oh, fuck me!!” She screamed, tearing her pants open and undressing—along with the hundreds of women on that room. My breath picked up pace; was it really possible we were having an orgy right there, so spontaneously?
«This stud…» My mind wandered to dangerous places. As I saw the bison finally shooting some smaller loads, with his cum pellets still as big as fists, I wondered how on Earth could a single male have enough load for hundreds of women, and then I started making conjectures that, in hindsight, were really naïve and borderline retarded. “He’s probably going to tire after some three more women.” I spread my legs even wider and fingered my steamy, gushing cooch. “After all, he’s still got me to fuck.” I fingered it more violently still. “He promised to fuck me!”
It took Reymond a total of fifteen minutes to completely unload his balls, and still, when he turned to us, his dick constantly oozed vast, heavy threads of cum, each as thick as an arm, his balls clearly swelling all over again, with the throbbing of their veins and ducts making loud, rumbling sounds that shook the entire room: *boom-boom!! Boom-boom!!*
The blond god spread his arms in a T-pose and flaunted his ridiculous musculature to us. That was enough Man for four bodybuilders; a human silverback with arms as big as legs and legs as big as Greek columns! His monster cock stood at an eighty-degree angle, completely coated in his own jizz, almost slapping against his pecs as it throbbed and bounced before our startled gazes. “Fuck!!” One by one, the women prostrated themselves before their god, laying their foreheads on the ground and inadvertently drowning their faces on the pools of spunk he’d come. It was just too much for any of us to take in one sitting alone!
“What part of my body do you covet the most?” The giant bull flexed his muscles, and powerful bursts of energy emanated from his rippling physique, as hard as a mountain, as heavy as three bulls, while our tongues more-or-less at the same time answered, all in different stages and high-pitches of pure arousal: “cock!!” Were half of the answers. “Balls!!” Was the other half.
The monster sighed, almost in a comic discontent. It didn’t matter, after all, how hard he worked out or how perfectly he crafted his muscles; all that masculine perfection still wouldn’t beat his cock and balls, the absolute symbol of his masculinity. He was a god of fertility, after all, so of course his genitalia would be the most gorgeous and coveted feature of his body. Accepting this, the monster grabbed his two bull balls with his hands, highlighting just how insanely big they were. “Is it my cock and balls that you want?” He dropped them, having them very slowly bounce. “Alright. My cock and balls you can have.” The monster snapped his fingers. “Have at thee.”
There wasn’t a fraction of silence or a moment of thought before countless bodies rushed past me, hurling themselves towards that man and surrounding his legs and hips with dozens of pairs of craving hands, all wanting to touch and worship his ultra-gigantic genitalia. The quickest, strongest girls immediately got to work, cramming their faces on that sack and sinking their hands in his mighty balls, which by that time were as big as American footballs.
“Fuck!!” Were their delirious exclamations. “I can taste his semen!!” They loudly sucked, spit, and drooled over his seed-makers. “I’m sucking his semen through his skin!! Oh, my god!!” Their hands were soon covered in jizz as the women both cleaned the balls with their saliva and literally licked the spunk from within them; the monster just so happened to produce so much seed that his sack literally perspired cum!
More powerful, courageous women walked sensuously towards his cock, enveloping the beast with their hands and their tremendous bosoms. I saw their backs, their asses, their racks, and was completely enchanted: those were mighty Amazons with muscles forged in fire, beings of absolute power whose shoulders resembled walls of virility, vascular and muscular testaments to humanity’s strength.
These goddesses—three of them grabbing and squeezing the god’s cock; one blonde, one brunette, and one redhair—kissed the man’s chest, neck, and nipples while fondling his dong sensuously, taking their time while the monster grunted. They wanted to kiss his face, but the man towered over them: he was an 8ft6in-tall, 1,000-pound bull while the tallest of them didn’t even reach 6ft4in-feet. The massive stud was heavier than their three bodies combined, which struck their hearts with enough fear to force them to be always tactful, always respectful next to that raging stallion—one never knew, of course, when he could lose it.
The biggest and tallest of them—a brunette—smiled like a kitten when laying her lips and drooling over the hard, veiny penis. “What’s wrong, master? Your cock is still soft!” I almost chuckled when I heard her. Referring to that 40-inch-plus piece of man meat as “soft” really was nonsensical! Still, the blonde Amazon seemed to agree, running both her hands along that cock and cradling it just like a baby, seeing how the beast bent and dangled in many parts. “It’s still so wobbly,” she said, looking up to the stud with both an adoring and a worried gaze. “What’s wrong, my stallion? Your bull dick hasn’t been getting as good a pussy as it used to?”
Those three muscle goddesses worshiped the dong more vigorously, squeezing their bodies on it from all directions while an army of dozens of women completely overwhelmed and overworked his balls. The stud grunted, his muscles throbbing so hard the bodies of his women were pushed back. He was amazed by his own pleasure; it was rare that women could make him feel so good, as he was always in control of every situation—but of course, what else to expect when about fifteen pussies are immediately surrounding you, worshiping your every muscle and fiber with their outrageous rears and racks?
The stud grabbed two of the Amazon’s buttocks with his hands, and their powerful muscles caved in like biscuits under his thirsty hands. Their legs were built like mares’, but even they couldn’t resist the effortless, graceful power of even the slightest of that stud’s movements. While two of them worshipped his cock with their mouths, the powerful stallion claimed the redhair’s tongue with his own, literally lifting her off the ground with the suction of his kiss!
I shivered, cumming gallons through my pussy and squirting milk through my tits. Before me I saw that huge, muscular Amazon being literally sucked into the air by a simple kiss, and in her chest I saw the bulge of that stallion’s tongue sliding down inside of her, twirling and twitching while giving her countless orgasms. Gushes were heard, then splashes: her cunt was hosing juices on the ground, literally showering the women below, who in turn worshipped the deity’s balls.
The man slid his hands between the other two Amazon’s buttocks, sniffing their swollen, dripping cunts. Their screams made the office shake as they were penetrated by those penis-thick fingers and merciless stimulated thereafter; the stud had an expertise that betrayed his history with hundreds of thousands of lovers; he knew his way inside a woman and had plenty of strength to break through even her thickest defenses. Soon, those three Amazons were screaming and cumming their guts out, as were the other pussies surrounding that god’s balls.
In their ears and napes, the monster whispered sensuously: “who wants to breed first?” His cock throbbed, getting a little harder. “I’ve got gallons for each and every one of you.” He took a deep breath, getting harder with the strong scent of fresh cunts that surrounded his body. “I want to fill your wombs with jizz. Though I’m not as potent today as I usually am, I will still unload enough jizz so that all of you tap out and ask for mercy. So, my darlings, I ask one more time:” he smiled, “who wants to breed with me?”
The mighty brunette, the tallest, heaviest, most muscular of the two, got between her friends and literally pushed them away, making them fall over the other women as she grabbed the cock with her full arms, pulled it against her rack and masturbated it relentlessly, the words coming deliriously through her mouth: “me!! You will fuck me first, stud!!” She was licking and biting her lips, spitting on that cock and covering it with goo as she spoke. “Savage my cunt!! I am much stronger since you last fucked me!”
Then, to her shock, the monster lifted her up and ran with her body until the giant, black marble table in the middle of his room. *Boom!!* He slammed her body against the table, and we all covered our mouth as we so it crack and bend in the middle, with the giant Amazon drilled into the stone. “Jesus…!!” Her eyes almost popped as the monster got to her ear and whispered: “no. You are not.”
Then what happened was so fast it looked like a dream: the beast lowered his cock to her cunt and pierced her, crushing her womb and stretching her hips as he held her both legs and pounded her like an animal. We saw the immense bulge of his cock in her belly as the monster repeatedly thrust in her like a stallion, getting deeper as the bulge rose higher: first, his cock was at her bellybutton, then at her ribcage, then finally right beneath her chin, about thirty inches of thrusting while ten inches of the cock still remained outside her all the time—and the cock was growing longer and stronger!
The monster roared, and we saw steam burst from his nose. His thrusting became furious as the table loudly cracked on several spots, pieces of it falling on the ground and sinking on the ocean of spunk. He pounded that whore with tremendous force as to drag the table little by little to the edge of office, which had no protective windows anymore.
Giving his woman more orgasms that she deserved, the stallion climbed on the table and decided to drill her doggy-style, lifting her ass just high enough so he could pound her diagonally. His weight, however, proved to be too much for even that marble table, which cracked further as his feet sank into the stone. That didn’t stop him from nailing that woman like a machine, soon taking all her breath and voice away, her eyes bulging as she felt penetrated by fifty stallions.
He was going soft on her, for he realized that, despite all her size, she was not worth the trouble. He pounded her until the table caved in completely and their bodies hit the ground, shattering the marble into large, heavy piles that could have killed any of us if they’d hit us. After the mess was settled, we watched in awe as that stud drilled the Amazon into the ground while she waivered and screamed, crying while her pussy hosed ocean-sized loads of lube: “please, noooo!! No more, stud, no more!!” She tapped on the ground so hard that new cracks formed around her palms. “It’s too much!!”
“No, whore!!” The monster picked up his pace by a notch, squatting on her with his dick drilling as deep as her throat. “You haven’t seen power yet.” He took a deep breath and smiled, knowing his power and stamina were god-like. “Ten percent. Go!” Then he drilled that woman so ridiculously high that pieces of stone were flying all over the place, and most of us had to covers our faces so as not to be blinded by the shards and the shrapnel and the splashes of sexual fluids flying around at insanely high speeds.
The monster powerfucked that Amazon until her body was twenty inches deep into the ground, slamming her breasts and her powerful, rock-hard abs against the metal of the pipeline, which was slowly bent under her shape before bursting in strong gushes of water all over. “Fuck!!” She screamed, and the monster seemed to take that as a challenge, for he picked up even more strength as his testicles slammed her ass like wrecking balls. “Twelve percent!” He said, puffing more steam through his nostrils as he fucked, fucked, and fucked!
After five minutes of that cunt massacre, we were wondering just what he intended to do with her by continuing to pound her so relentlessly, almost beastly. Maybe he wanted to show us what happened when any woman was foolish enough to defy him. Maybe he wanted to pound her until she was completely unconscious, or maybe he wanted to get his dick fully hard (which, miraculously, hadn’t happened yet).
At the end of those five minutes, though, we understood his intentions: the sound of the rock and the concrete being drilled soon signaled to us that the woman had almost been pierced all throughout the floor completely!
From the ceiling beneath, pieces of rock were falling as the woman’s body slowly appeared from the stone: her tits dangled in the ceiling while one of her legs suddenly and brutally burst through the concrete.
Just as one more thrust was necessary to completely pierce her through the ground, however, the monster stopped, cramming his cock as deep as he could within her—thirty-one inches—and flexing his muscles while his balls loudly roared. It was coming! “Roooaarr!!!” The monster made the hundreds of pussies come with his masculine cry as his monster cock discharged a power load inside the woman, adding the final thrust that sent her body crashing on the floor below. The stud grabbed the edges of that wide hole and pulled himself up, all while shooting lakes of jizz all around our bodies.
*Splaaash!!* The shots hit several women like cannons balls and sent their bodies flying many dozens of feet back, their backs hitting against walls and their heads slamming against the ground while the beast controlled his raging cock, turned it down towards the hole and unloaded freely on the floor beneath. His oceans of spunk quickly covered the battered Amazon, shooting her back, her legs, her powerful shoulders, her quivering face with jizz, and completely drowning her in just two shots before the puddle grew into an ocean on that floor.
The bruised, fuck-drunk woman was not alone in that place. Hundreds of women more had gathered down there, as the top floor was already stock-full of beauties, and they witnessed in shock the proverbial oceans of that stallion’s cum covering the poor woman in the blink of an eye. Most of them stepped back as the cum lake grew to their feet, but many just gave into their deepest urges and dove head first, drinking and bathing on the semen while the loads never seemed to stop coming from the dick.
“Roooaarr!!” The monster gave a very deep roar, like his insides were being consumed by fire, and his head briefly got red and swollen as the pleasure seemed too great even for him. He quickly got a hold of his body, though, and for the next five minutes we all watched that bull discharge the same amount of semen as, I dunno, fifty thousand horses until he finally lifted his head and roared in relief. The room quaked and many of us stood back, awed and amazed by his uber-ripped muscles, his still-bloated balls, and his slightly-harder cock.
The monster was hard, but not yet totally hard. He turned his furious gaze to the redhaired and blond Amazons that had dared defy him. The two beauties gulped, and for a moment they even considered running away as they looked around and found themselves totally surrounded by women. The stud walked to them, making the room quake at each step, and them they threw themselves at his feet, literally begging for mercy: “please, no! Don’t do this to u…!!” But the foolish redhair was shut as he grabbed her by the throat and crammed his prick in her mouth, all before the startled gaze of the blonde.
“Watch.” The beast told her, and then he started fucking that woman’s throat until the bulge of his monster cock was going all the way down to her stomach. It was amazing how stretched she was, taking the full six inches of that cock’s width like a pro, which showed us how used that whore was to that horse member.
The monster took his horse from her mouth and stuck in on the blonde’s, grabbing them both by the necks as he pounded their throats and their stomachs. Then, he returned to the redhair, alternating his cock from one to the other whore every five seconds or so. We saw their tough, muscular bodies growing softer and wobblier with every section of throat-fucking, that dick slowly draining their strength away while they cried and whimpered and squirted gallons of milk through their tits—the pressure of the cock in their chests alone enough to make their thick, motherly broth burst out in flames.
The monster power-fucked them more viciously after five minutes, grabbing each by the shoulders and cramming as much as he could of his cock without tearing their guts up. We saw the redhair’s belly swell as her guts literally bulged against her skin, then we watched the same happen with the blond. Finally, teaching those two whores their place, the monster grabbed them by the necks, turned their breasts to the ground, and slammed them both on the floor so hard that pieces of the shattered tile flew all over the place.
The redhair hit the ground first, followed by the blonde on her back. The two goddesses were quivering and panting as the monster jerked his monster cock and aimed at their swollen, gaping cunts—which themselves hosed juices on his abs and balls, cleaning his whole genitalia from whatever spunk remained from his last fucking.
It didn’t make much difference, of course, for the cock would grow nasty and cum-ridden all over again: the monster pierced the blonde’s cunt with delight, then pounded her so violently we really saw a stallion, not a human taking over her body. He held them both in their place with his power arms as he withdrew the cock from the blond and crammed it on the redhair beneath her—then he pounded!
The office didn’t stop shaking as the monster pounded both cunts relentlessly. He took five seconds on each woman, alternating between them with god-like ease, making their bodies swell and shrink like accordions as he quickly got to their greatest depths and then just as quickly retrieved his prick.
Then, finally, he kicked the action into high gear (yeah, for everything that came before had been a simple appetizer until then) and alternated his cock in between those cunts one thrust at a time: he pounded the blonde, then the redhair, then the blonde again, over and over and over until we were all seeing not one, but two cocks nailing the women, the pounding so fast and so brutal and so god-like the monster was basically fucking them both simultaneously.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” I shook my head, fearing that I wasn’t seeing things straight—but I was, oh, I was, and the monster sustained that display of pure virility for five more minutes until he decided he was done with those cunts. “Weak!” He whispered in their ears. “Very weak!!” He roared and flexed his muscles. “I’m done with you whores! Now… take my seed!!”
“Aaahh…!!!” The redhair Amazon screamed, then quickly shut up as the monster crammed his cock to its fullest up on her throat and unleashed fresh, hot seed in her womb, breeding her instantly. Our jaws dropped her body grew bigger and fatter, swelling like a balloon with the overwhelming amount of jizz.
Then, it was the blonde’s turn. “I-Ivanka??!” There was genuine terror on her voice as she heard the monster withdraw his penis from the redhead and the gallons of jizz explode so hard from her cunt that her body was literally dragged a few feet forward on the floor, leaving her alone in the arms of the giant as he sniffed her cunt and prepared to bust his second load.
“Ooorhh!!!” The beast’s momentary respite was broken as he crammed his cock mercilessly inside that fresh body, allowing his full, horse-like gallons to invade her and ravish her and knock her out like the cheap whore she had become. We all saw her body growing bigger, fatter, heavier with jizz as the monster dropped her arms and literally blasted her across the room with the power of his orgasm, shooting gallons every second, and making her disappear under a mountain of cum.
When the monster was done, whole floors of the building were covered with his spunk; his junk had long been oozing from the cracks and shattered windows of that ruined office, dripping down like giant slugs on the stained-glass surface of his skyscraper. Looking around the mess he’d made with only five women, the stud held his cum-ridden cock high and literally sucked the pellets of cum that remained inside. We watched in awe as that monster felatio-ed himself while standing on his two feet, barely lowering his head to taste his engorged member.
Popping the cock from his mouth and letting it go, the monster saw it dangle at eighty to almost ninety inches, much closer to its full hardness… but still not yet fully hard! “Who’s next?”
Turns out… it was everyone! Everyone but me, of course, as I was forced to watch, in greater despair and arousal, over two hundred and sixty-six women be consumed, pounded, and bred by that stallion in the following five hours before he finally—finally—decided turned his attention—and his monster penis!—to me!
Part 2 – Overbred!
Another woman fell on the floor, making a loud splash as her body sank on the spunk. The monster didn’t waste a second before grabbing two more girls in front of him, lifting them by the wrist, then slam-pounding them with his 45-inch-long cock. He alternated his dick between them so fast while thrusting so hard that it honestly seemed he was fucking the both simultaneously—a giant with two cocks plowing through his harem like a herd of stallions.
You never know the meaning of “sex machine” until you see one in action. My sight was blurry and my cunt was sore after seeing so much of that action, and for so long! The entire floor quaked as the monster consumed those two new piles of flesh, who were quickly passing out due to the overwhelming pleasure he gave them—more orgasms than any woman could conceive!
Looking back to his office, I saw mountains of passed-out women squirming, wailing, and trembling on the floor. Mountains of semen covered their bodies and burst from their over-stretched cunts, with their bellies so bloated their all looked pregnant. They certainly were knocked-up by that monster’s seed, each of them carrying the virile spunk of the gods in their wombs, ready to become mommas of twins, triplets, quadruplets, and more.
“My god!!” The two girls he was pounding screamed. “Oh, my… GOD!!!” Their massive tits hardened and squirted milk in high pressure on the monster’s face. He simply opened his mouth and drank their jets, laughing while plowing through them with incomparable ease. I saw his body exuding steam, creating an aura of heat all around him, and the monster had been puffing hot smoke through his nose for hours as he consumed those ladies like someone checking off the items from a grocery list.
Then there were the women all around him, waiting for their turn. I couldn’t help my arousal when I looked at them and saw their fresh, abundant bodies so hard and ready for him. They were a hundred-something women sitting on the floor, fingering themselves and playing with their large boobs, almost all of them moaning and some even screaming as the mere display of virility by that stud got them hornier and hotter than actual sex with any other man.
I was struck with envy and awe (and a mix of other complicated emotions) as I saw that ocean of beauties so willing to be fucked and bred by that raging stud, consequences be damned. They were all the most beautiful women on Earth, some of which I recognized from some high-end fashion shows or from some highly-publicized covers from beauty and fitness magazines. «Fuck. This. Stud!» I though while also bringing my pussy to gushing orgasms, making my juices splash on the stud’s body and then rain all over the room.
There was actually rain flooding the room with ours juices, for our orgasms were simultaneous and never-ending; I had to close my eyes many times and clean my face from that rain of pussy nectar, which turned into steam when in contract with my overheated body. I was raging and I was horny, much more than all the other bitches around me, but I knew that the stud was leaving me for last. «Will he have enough power??» I wondered, battering my pussy while the stallion exhausted those two new bodies.
“Rooooaarr!!!” All the windows and glasses of the room had been destroyed by his formidable roars. Thrusting deep into a woman, the monster came, and for the hundredth-something(-th) time we saw his dick engorge to ridiculous proportions and release the overwhelming spunk that his balls never stopped producing.
My god, those monster balls! Just watching them fill up with spunk and pump the very first loads of his shots brough dozens of us to a cataclysmic orgasm! We fucking showered the room with our steamy cunt sauce as we saw those two glorious, humongous testicles filled with virile power as they unleashed their newest load of baby-making broth. It was insane! On “normal” conditions, that bull’s balls were already as big as American footballs, but when they were full and over-stretched with cum—which they always became after some five minutes without the monster cumming—they became literally as big and as round as basketballs (though the weight of each testicle easily surpassed one a half bowling ball).
The stud was 8’6ft-tall. He was a giant, and a giant whose muscles were so massive and hard that wherever he fucked, his feet drilled craters and cracks on the ground. As he was fucking those two girls, for instance, his power had gradually made him sink a whole foot into the floor, with his legs surrounded by the concrete and his feet probably bending the pipeline of that floor. Pipes had been burst on countless other holes on that hall and his office, but he had covered all of them with his jizz, which was as thick and solid as industrial glue.
His insane muscle mass meant that he weighted well over 3,500 pounds—his cock and balls alone responsible for 600 pounds of those tons. He was so over-muscular and so uber-masculine we all could literally see even the shortest, thinnest of his fibers stretching and contracting in his body—millions of those muscle fibers throbbing and bulging and bloating as he hammered the endless cunts with his machine-like thrusting power.
The ripped and shredded nature of his body meant that he had as little fat as possible, maybe even under 0.5%—the raging stallion could easily survive with outrageously low levels of fat, for his body was so perfect that nature had different rules for it. He looked both a freak, a monster, and also the most gorgeous male we had ever seen. Even girls who were repelled by muscles would immediately lay on the floor and spread their legs on a full-split upon a single second of seeing that stud’s face, for the guy was simply unbelievable!
George Clooney? Channing Tatum? Brad Pitt? Henry Cavil? Bah, fuck those ugly bastards! That was a face worth dying for, and even describing it with any detail greater than “blonde; outrageously handsome” seemed impossible for any of us, for our eyes couldn’t withstand such perfection without sort of melting or growing very sore. There were men, and then there were Men, and that Man was above all other Men I (or any of us) had ever been fucked by!
“You are a fucking perfect breeding machine!!” I screamed atop of my lung as that beast finished off his two new lays. “You’re fucking unbelievable, Reymond!!” My eyes burned when I saw his balls rumbling. “Breed them!! Breed them good for us! Knock them up and knock them out!! I want to see you massacre their cunts and fill up their wombs! Breed them!! Breed them, Reymond, oh, breed them, and show us the power of a real man!!”
I liked to think that my words pushed him over the edge, but I don’t like to delude myself too much: he would breed those broods with his uber-virility regardless of any input, just as he was ready to do before I screamed like a maniac. Still, the god liked to reward the worship from his faithful, and for the briefest of moments, just as he was thrusting his cock fully into one of the ladies, he looked to me and nodded gently, smiling like a devil as the gallons of spunk coursed through his prick.
“Roooaarr!!!” The deep, thick cracks on the ground grew as the monster growled like a bison and stopped thrusting for a brief second, allowing his first, most delightful shot flow uninterrupted through his prick. His cock measured between 38 and 45 inches-long in its many different states of arousal, and its insane width was always fluctuating between six and eight inches.
Oh, yeah, I need to be clear about this, so that none of you get it wrong: I said width, not girth! His cock was too thick for any woman to even trouble herself with measuring his girth. At his most aroused, yes, this meant that the stud had a prick wider than most dicks were long. The fact that he was an eighteen-year-old stud with billions of dollars in his bank account only made us melt faster and cum harder when seeing him fuck—some men are just cut above all the rest, and that man was easily cut above all manking itself. Nature can be really fucking unfair, don’t you think?
“Rooaarr!!” The man roared, and his prick engorged to well over eight inches as the oceans of hot semen made their way through his monster cock. The action was so fast we could only follow it in slow-mo, between the blinks of our eyes: one blink, and the first girl’s belly was bubbling up; her hips were stretched beyond what should be anatomically possible as the jizz made the cock thicker. Another blink: her belly was as huge a lady pregnant with fifteen children! It was sincerely ludicrous just how much spunk she’d managed to cram in herself before her cunt couldn’t take it anymore and released all the excess jizz back into the titan! Another blink: the monster was quickly retrieving his prick while the woman on his left arm had inflated like a balloon. Powerful jets of jizz exploded through her cunt, like opened tunnels from a dam. Another blink: the monster cock was sliding inside the second woman, pushing her womb all the way up to her chin as the monster held his orgasm back until the last second.
Another blink: he released it. *Boom!!* I saw that woman’s whole body grow to monstrous proportions as a whole bathtub of jizz was crammed inside of her. The monster had his dick all the way up to her throat, which meant that not only her belly, but her chest and her ribcage stood were inflated to a point she seemed made entirely of rubber. Then, the jizz exploded: *buuuurst…!!!* Gallons, and I mean gallons of thick spunk jettisoned through her cunt, splashing on the monster’s body at such high speeds that most of it ricochet like bullets or pellets as thick as fists all around the room, breaking some jaws and cracking some skull as it hit some of the unfortunate ladies around the stud.
I protected myself with my big, bulging arms and took many of those shots on them, feeling my bones and my muscles tested by the strength of those cumshots. The stud’s jizz wasn’t just like any jizz, you know, but literally one of the heaviest, thickest materials known to man. His semen looked more like marble-white industrial glue than anything else, and a single “drop” the size of your hand easily weighted over a hundred fucking pounds!
I knew it. I felt my arms growing sore and heavy as the pellets of spunk kept hitting them. They were not only heavy and hot as lava, but they were sticky as hell! I could shake myself with the full force of my muscles and I still couldn’t get even half of that spunk off me! I was carrying probably over 700 pounds of jizz on my arms as I felt my muscles throbbing and the cramps invading my abs; I was a 6’5ft-tall, 300-pound muscle Amazon from Brazil; a girl so powerful I literally left holes on the ground whenever I danced the samba during Carnival. If one looks for female strength and power, one needs to look no further than me, and even I was fucking exhausted simply by the weight of those cumshots.
“Fuck!!” I leaned down on the floor, getting those fucking jizz pellets straight in my face! Most of the other women weren’t so lucky (or muscular) as I, being hurled far in the room every time they were hit. I heard bones cracking and spines splitting as dozens of women flew by me like leaves on the wind—and if that was the force of the spunk that merely ricocheted on the man’s body, imagine the brunt that those two girls took as the beast came directly into their wombs!
They were fucked and jizzed on until their bodies became unrecognizable fat masses of muscle, flesh, bones, and cum. The jizz was pouring out of their cunts like 10-inch toothpaste threads as the monster just kept unloading and unloading and fucking unloading, damn it! I looked at his balls and saw them steamy! The massive spheres were working so hard they both throbbed like giant hearts. Fuck! I even saw them throbbing at the same time, contracting so hard they climbed all the way up to the man’s ass and slapped against it, hard enough to make the room rumble with the sound of the impact!
«Jesus… fucking Christ!!» I was aroused, but I was battered and tired too after a hundred-and-so-orgasms of that type.
When the monster stopped cumming, the two women had passed out a long time ago. No orgasm from him lasted under ten minutes, and that’s already with him doing his best to be as quick and casual as possible. When he was done, another massive, jaw-dropping pile of fresh jizz had been laid under and around the two women’s bodies, a mass so gigantic that the floor was cracking and caving in under its weight.
The monster dropped the passed-out cunts on the semen, and their bodies didn’t even sink into the pile of jizz as they fell and rested on it, like the world’s manliest bed. The stud grabbed two more women by the legs as he walked out of the hall and into the elevator. “Too crowded. Too messy.” His feet made gurgling sounds when stepping on the jizz all over the ground. “The floor below is more spacious. I will continue the orgy there.” The elevator rang as its doors opened, and the beastly stud was already cramming his newest piece of flesh on his dick when he turned around and said: “get down or else you’re gonna miss it.”
The doors closed as he proceeded to slam-fuck those two whores, and everyone raced to the stairs, reenacting “The Hunger Games” just to get ahead in his fuck-list. Well, everyone but me. I didn’t feel right for an Amazon queen like me to stoop down to their level—even though I was ready debase myself as filthy and shamefully as that man wanted me to, if he demanded that of me. Besides, I knew he’d left me for last anyway, so I would only stand to gain cleaning up his mess from my body and getting to the lower floor on my own regal pace.
Below, the ladies gathered around the elevator, waiting to see the man’s glorious entrance. What they didn’t expect, in fact, was for the whole building to be shaking so hard and the walls to be cracking so much as the lift apparently struggled to get to that floor. From the top of the elevator’s doors, then, a mass of spunk came out at very high pressures, hitting the poor women who stood before it. The mass of spunk kept coming harder and thicker, forcing the doors open while the elevator was still getting down at a snail’s pace. They all covered their mouths and lost their breaths, uttering to one another: “what?? Already?? He’s already cumming??!”
It seemed that the stallion didn’t waste a second to destroy those two new cunts, cumming as soon as the elevator started to descend. Maybe those were still his previous orgasms, which he had merely contained while he walked to the elevator; or maybe he was just overflowing with fertility, who knows. What is known is that the elevator was almost being destroyed by his prodigious volumes of spunk, enough that the strong cables began to snap, and the lift dangerously fell quickly and abruptly.
From within the mass of spunk contained in it, the monster jumped out, holding the two passed-out ladies in his arms, and his dick momentarily hosed ungodly amounts of seed all over the women before he reinserted himself into his women’s cunts, jizzing on them as their bodies once again inflated like balloons. There were loud snaps in the elevator behind him, and then the ladies all saw it break and fall thousands of feet down to the first floor of that skyscraper. There was a loud boom, followed by a tremendous earthquake, but we couldn’t know much difference in that room, as it was already shaking so hard by the monster’s action.
Two new bodies crashed on the floor while the man still needed to unload gallons of jizz. His balls never stopped throbbing; even to him, that was too much fertility. There was a hint of despair in his face as he grabbed his monstrous anaconda, turned it to those two, passed-out ladies and hosed them, oh!, how much he hosed them with the endless gallons that kept coming from his balls. “Roooaarr!!!” His roars were both powerful and pitiful; it felt like his balls were too powerful even for the rest of his massive body—his 8’6ft-tall, 3,500-pound body of pure muscles!
It was about this time that I arrived at that room, cum dripping from my cunt and leaving a trail of virile broth behind me, like a snail, and the first thing I saw was a mountain, literally a pile of women throwing themselves at the man’s feet, begging to be fecundated by his awesome spunk: “stop wasting your semen on them, stud!!” They screamed while the licked his body, sucked his muscles, and overall worshipped every fiber of his daunting physique. “Breed us!! Use this monster cock to breed all of… aaah!!” One of these loud bitches was grabbed by the hair and lifted effortlessly in the air, with the monster almost exploding with pleasure as he grabbed his dick and guided it to her throbbing, squirting cunt.
Before he even inserted his prick on her, the meat cannon already shot powerful bursts of semen deep inside her, piercing her cunt, stretching her hips, breaking through her cervix and splashing loudly in her womb. “AAAHEE…!!!” She yelped like a bitch, and then she went silent, cumming and shaking with those waves of jizz washing over her insides. «Jesus!» I thought, aghast before all that massacre while the man just started to pierce that newest cunt with his rod.
His cum shots were thicker than the second thickest penis on Earth! It really looked like those bitches were being fecundated by an elephant trunk made entirely of semen! When the woman was pierced, another high-pitch scream burst from her lungs. She shivered and wailed desperately as the man made its way inside her, calm and regal, smiling like the cocky bastard he was, feeling that new lay so effortlessly conquered by his might.
She passed out in no time, and then his dick shot loads in the ceiling. Her body was still falling in the air as the monster came so hard in the ceiling that he made new holes above our heads, with mountains of jizz cascading from the floor above like waterfalls, and bodies of dozens of women falling through them like pieces of chocolate in a chantilly cream.
The male grabbed another woman blindly and took her. Her body made loud stretching noises as her belly, then her upper torso bulged obscenely with the man piercing her deep. The loads of spunk soon followed, and in a matter of seconds the stallion was nearly tearing her cunt up with the bursts of spunk in her over-filled, over-streched body, letting go of her while she passed out several times in a row under the countless orgasms.
The beast was now on “serial mode,” slaying pussy after pussy just for the sake of it. I saw his cock even a little bit soft—a “mere” 42 inches of pussy-wrecker—as she claimed the next twenty-seven women one by one, filling their bellies and their wombs up with as much spunk that their bodies could take. His monster cock went to their cunts, and their wombs were bloated to a bursting point. Then, he went to their anuses, and their guts were stretched like balloons before the loads loudly splashed in their stomachs and filled them up quickly, running over their esophagus and exploded through their mouths and noses, turning them into living extensions of his flesh.
The monster tried piercing some of those whores as deep as they could take it, and some of these women, endlessly flexible, allowed the dick to burst into their stomachs, then into their throats, making their mouths shoot seed at rocket-like speeds, destroying windows and cracking walls as the jets splashed in them. One of these powerful ladies not only too the dick all the way up from her anus to her throat, but actually slapped the man’s arms, asking for more, and the surprised stud crammed more inches in her until his god-cock burst from her mouth, lively and hot and cumming gallons every second!
«Jesus fucking Christ!» My legs were shaking and my heart was almost bursting through my throat as I saw five inches of that eight-inch-thick man-rod pierce through the woman’s mouth, stretching her whole face like she was an anaconda eating up an antelope.
The monster kept pulling her body on his rod, making more inches of his dick rise from her mouth as her buttocks approached his balls. He started to thrust his hips, and his massive, throbbing testicles were hitting her back and her cunt with full force. The woman had passed out, that’s for sure, but that didn’t stop the stud from enjoying every inch of her amazing body. “God!!” He looked down to her fit, slightly-muscular back, “it’s been so long since I don’t bottom a woman!!” And I watched in absolute horror as that man pulled her body all the way to his balls, cramming her buttocks against his testicles, then power-slamming her madly as he roared and released steam throughout his whole body.
She was something of an “average” woman in terms of heigh, and her body covered “only” twenty-seven inches of that god penis. From her mouth, another fifteen-to-twenty inches of cock slid back-and-forth, her body anally impaled by that Shiva-like endowment. It was obscene, it was horrifying, and it got us all cumming and screaming like crazy as eighty-something cunts turned to the ceiling and showered the room in a divine flood of pussy nectar. “God!!” We screamed, oh, how hard we screamed. “Please, stud, fuck us!!! Fuck us, stud, fuck us all!!!” I was among those screaming ladies. None of us, after all, was too good for that stud.
The stallion enjoyed that body, however, for twenty minutes more until he finally got bored of feeling her buttocks against his balls. He violently popped her out of his dick and hosed her battered, bruised body with rivers of his jizz, which he kept cumming just as hard as if that was his first load. The room was already a mess when we arrived at it, but now the place was literally covered under two feet of hot jizz. We wailed around that spunk like flies trapped on a spider’s net, and the monster looked around the place with annoyance, realizing that even that big room wasn’t enough to contain all his masculinity.
“We go down.” He said simply and brutishly, and with both his powerful hands he grabbed not two, not three, not even four, but six women by their hair, three pairs per hand. Slowly and mightily, with his dick still shooting spunk on the ceiling, the monster pulled their bodies to the stairs, then lifted them up to his shoulders as he started walking down.
The beast was so big and muscular he could easily fit two women side-by-side in his shoulder, then balance a third women on top of those two, strolling down the stairs. As he selected one of these ladies to fuck, he proceeded to fuck her just as casually as someone reading the morning newspaper while eating their breakfast—a multitasking effort that would be literally impossible for any other stud, or even an army of studs!
“Aaah!! Aaah!! Aaahee!!” The woman screamed and came her heart out through her cunt as the man pierced her and—what else!—unloaded gallons in her womb, stretching her out to a bursting point before popping her from his dick and dropping her carelessly on the ground. We all followed the beast as the spunk flowed down the stairs, and the man nonchalantly picked another woman from his shoulder like someone picking a fresh, low-hanging fruit from a tree.
He fucked her. Pump after pump after pump we heard her womb, belly, and ribcage getting bigger and fatter and heavier, and then her pussy started exploding with jizz as the monster roared, grunted, and whined like a horse, then simply lifted her up and dropped her on the ground, his massive cock shooting even stronger gallons on the ceiling as he picked a third woman and fecundated her with expert ease.
By the time he got to the lower floor, his sixth lay had been dropped on the steps, cum-ridden, jizz-bloated, fucked beyond her wildest dreams, squirming and screaming while unconscious, suffering from so many orgasms that literal jolts of electricity burst from her cunt. Before he even ventured inside that new room, he turned around and picked the closest woman to him, lifting her and cramming her cunt on his dick, filling her up instantly as he literally jumped into the air while thrusting on her so damn hard!
The poor gal screamed as the monster laughed. When he landed, his feet drilled two holes on the ground. The entire room shook and all the remaining windows exploded—their glass turned to dust!—and the god laid with that body on the ground to power-slam her until all our bodies were jumping with the force of his thrusts.
The monster crushed her back against the floor, which cracked and caved under his power. Their bodies were being dragged forward by the kinetic force of his thrusts, drilling a vast trench on the ground, at points so deep that the pipelines were once again exposed behind the woman’s back—and the monster fuck like this until he was at the other side of the room, pounding her so hard they were in danger of leaping into the precipice. “Cum, my whore.” He said to her, though she had already passed out a long time ago.
He came and came and came, and her pussy exploded with juice as her belly grew and grew and grew, and the monster lifted her waist as he stood up to pierce her diagonally, changing the force of his thrusts downwards. Then… he pounded her! The rest is pretty much routine: thrust after thrust after thrust came and went as her body drilled the pipeline and made water explode all around them, flooding the room. “Fuck!!” The man retrieved his prick from her temporarily and aimed it down, sealing the hole with the thickness of his semen.
After about fifty gallons of semen had been hosed into the pipes, the monster reinserted his still-cumming rod in the woman, nutting like a crazed stallion before pounding her with utter brutality, lifting her torso off the floor for a split-second, then cramming her back on it so hard that the spunk splashed all around us and the ground beneath then creaked, cracked, and sunk. I don’t know what was so special about that bitch, but the monster did her for five minutes with his dick almost fully hard (46 inches) before letting her go and grabbing two more women from the pile around him.
“You now!” He said to the bitches, which he crammed against his cock like a sandwich: their massive bosoms and trimmed abs crunched against the tasty filling of man-meat, their bodies being lifted up and down by the stallion’s muscular arms, cumming and squirting while their tits lactated pints of thick milk on both the cock and each other.
The monster lifted his head and roared, his manly sounds making the room quake harder and pieces of the ceiling fall above us. Waterfalls of spunk rained from holes that he had drilled above, and we opened our mouths to drink from his jizz whenever we couldn’t get it straight from the source. The magnificent stud jacked off with those two bodies for five minutes before he lifted them both above his cock and, still squeezing one woman against the other, pierced both their cunts, alternating between each orifice while cumming like a horse—or ten thousand horses!—all the time.
I was amazed by how long that orgasm was taking. The monster usually came for five to ten minutes at a time before pausing for a bit and “reigniting” his dick with a new pounding session, but now he was just cumming to no end, changing pussies in his dick while continuously unloading swimming pools of spunk. That was madness, utter madness, and my womanly core was beyond sore and bloodied after such relentless battering from my fingers.
“Jesus fucking Christ!!” I screamed aloud. “Get these bitches over with so you can fuck me!! Me!!” My tits squirted gallons of milk on his back, then his face as he turned around to face me. Finally, while still double-pounding those women, the man actually said with a super-deep voice, such a low-pitch that he actually managed to communicate solely with me among that humongous, horny crowd: “very well, my beauty. I’ll be over with them soon.”
His “soon,” of course, took two more hours. I was actually confused in regards to what was reality and what wasn’t as I blinked and saw a different, obscene scene in from of me every time. At one point, two women were flying around, their bodies grossly swollen, their cunts stretched like tunnels, splashing the excessive jizz the man had come inside them, then hitting the ground as the powerful stud walked around to select his new lay.
Fast forward. The monster was pounding two women, one on top of the other, while fingering two women on the side, each on one arm. The four of them were not only cumming, but squirting gallons as sparks flew from their cunts. A quick fast forward later, and their bodies were being stretched by the monster nutting his own gallons of juice inside of them. Four giant balloons of flesh and cum were left where once four beautiful ladies existed. The excess of jizz and orgasms on its own was enough for them to pass out.
Fast forward. The beast had slammed twenty women on the ground, building a pyramid of flesh and tits before him. Their cunts were all turned to his body, and the hoses that came from those gaping, bloated holes were almost too ludicrous for even I to believe my own eyes. I passed out briefly, and when I woke up again, the monster was power-fucking those twenty holes in quick succession, filling them all with gallons of jizz before letting go of the women and letting his jizz cannons alone push them out of and away from his cock.
Fast forward. I didn’t know quite well what was happening. The monster appeared to have lined a bunch of women on the concrete walls, all of them standing side-by-side as he approached them one by one and crushed their cunts with his rod, slamming them against the wall so hard that cracks grew all the way to the ceiling and pieces of the concrete fell from around their bodies. When they were well-fucked and beyond passed out with orgasms, their bodies fell flat on the ground, leaving a woman-shaped crater on the wall. «Ah, that’s it!» I realized that it was pure power display: the man wanted to see how many silhouettes he could carve into the wall before he was satisfied with himself!
When he was done, in fact, the wall had been completely destroyed, with some holes even leading to the stairs on the other side, and then I blanked out again, cumming like the crazy whore I had become, imagining just what other insane, virile shit that power stud would do to the forty-something ladies that remained un-fucked in his steamy harem from Hell!
Some men really just seem to be cut above the rest. There must be something in life—or in blood—that turns such few, lucky males so superior to the pussy boy and sissy betas around them.
Oh, I feel sorry for thinking things like that… but at the same time not sorry at all! It’s hard, especially for us girls, to be an “equalist” when some dudes are so clearly and obviously greater than their peers—and that Alpha stud I was going to meet; that potent, world-consuming Master of the Universe I was going to interview, seemed to belong on a league of its own even among the greatest men I’ve ever known; he seemed to be a god among mortals.
Many envious looks consumed my body as I entered the elevator and patiently waited for us to arrive at the top floor. It was going to be long ride: the building was four-hundred stores high, and it all belong to Mr. Reymond. In my mind, I went through all data I had read about that guy—both the known facts and the fantastic rumors, including all the confidential (literally labeled “top secret”) information sent to me by my editors—and found it more unbelievable every time I recalled it: a 18-year-old youth with a net-worth around 7.3 billion dollars. All self-made.
I know I shouldn’t be so shallow as to measure the man by his wealth, but if that number clearly showed something, it was the quality of the stud’s genes. «If he’s got the brain and the bravado to so effortlessly make so much money at such ripe, young age,» so went the reasoning in my subconscious, «then there’s nothing in the world that this guy—this Alpha!—cannot do.» He was a protector, a provider, which is what we crave for in any big, bulking Alpha.
The fact is that the stud couldn’t have a penny for his name and I still would be falling on my knees for him. Though I couldn’t look at his picture in the middle of the lift, I honestly didn’t need to, for I had it ingrained in my mind ever since I saw him in the countless magazine covers and the few papparazzi photos of him at the beach, dating one of his latest supermodels. «Fuck!» I felt my panties growing yet. «Not so soon!» I was delicately crossing my legs so as to contain my arousal, but the pressure seemed to squish the juices harder out of me.
I couldn’t help it. The guy was a god! He was a dark-manned stud with the body of a Greek god, the charm of a Hollywood star and the wealth of an Arab prince. I was breathing loud and carrse by the time the elevator got to the 300th floor, and my companion by my side cast looks of both envy and admiration, slowly coming to terms with the fact she wasn’t nearly as pretty as I. “Mr. Reymond doesn’t do many interviews.” She said, almost in a disapproving manner, and I couldn’t help but to be reminded of my own superiority—my peak status in the social (and sexual) hierarchy.
“Guess I am a lucky woman.” I discreetly adjusted my feet, and in that slight movement my breasts defied the tight confines of my white shirt, bouncing so lusciously they made rumbling noises inside the lift. My companion, who was assigned to follow me up to Reymond’s office, couldn’t stop staring at my knockers, when she wasn’t distracted by everything else in my body.
“Do you work out?” She broke protocol and let the question slip, and at that moment I knew I had asserted myself as the dominant female of the pack—without even lifting a finger!
I’d say that sometimes it’s pretty difficult being a goddess among girls… but I’d be lying. Ain’t no life easier and sweeter than this one I’ve been blessed with, as well as no pleasure greater than seeing all other women bow before you and recognize my greatness!
I flexed my arms slightly and felt the shirt stretching around them. “Four times a week.” I answered. “I’m Brazilian, you know. Us Brazilian Amazons pride ourselves for having big, beautiful bodies.”
“Oh, well.” She commented, eating my body up with her eyes. “You certainly succeeded.” She smiled. “You are very fit. I must congratulate you on your ass.” She gave my bottom a longer look. “Seriously, are you all natural??”
I flexed my glutes and felt the two massive mountains jump in my rear. I’d love to say that my ass was pure muscle, given its hardness and its power, but that wouldn’t be completely true, as a little fat is necessary to give it its characteristic shape and texture. Still, my ass was bloody hard, so uncommonly strong that even my fat happened to resemple a flexed muscle in terms of sheer hardness, and I had won not a few fitness competitions thanks only to that shapely beast.
My breasts bounced again, their grave, bubbly sounds echoing in the elevator. My follower was too distracted by many parts of my body at the same time to pay attention at just one for too long. I couldn’t blame her, for a beauty like mine could make even the most traditional of Christian girls turn into a raging lesbian.
I flexed my abs and felt the cloth of my tight shirt sink into the crevices of my 4-pack abs. Despite all my size, being a 6’2ft-tall goddess of a woman, I wasn’t so unbelievably ripped as most people—or even myself!—seemed to describe me. I was thick and built, yes, with strong arms that clearly showed a girl who loved fighting and pulling weights, but overall I was a lady-like figure who just so happened to be thick in all the right places.
I looked at my partner, who felt so small at her 5ft6in of height, and smiled. “In Brazil, they call women like me ‘mare-women.’
“Yes.” I flexed my entire body, and the fabric of my shirt and jeans were tested by the thickness of my hardened muscles. “When we get a little thick, we are called ‘mare-women’ because, you know, we resemble a horse in terms of muscles and, dare i say,” I flexed my right arms, “virility!” I flaunted its shape and hardness to her, showing the sleeves nearly ripping around its rippling biceps. “We’re strong and built like horses. That’s the special Brazilian way to call an Amazon, you know.”
I looked down and flexed my legs, and it was a good thing my jeans were so strong and well-made, for any fabric just a little weaker would have been torn to shreds by the gigantic slabs of pure muscle that were my swollen thighs. “Jesus!” The other lady gasped as I was literally forced to spread my feet apart to give my legs a bit a room. My thighs kept sweeling until the fabric filled the elevator with its loud, stretching noises, and the woman gasped as she noticed a single thigh was as thick as her hips. “Oh, my god!” Her eyes were beaming. “You’re, mm… you’re very impressive.”
“Thanks, honey.” I relaxed my body, relieving my clothes of the tremendous pressure they had been put through. “You too are very beautiful.” I smiled as the doors opened before me and I saw the bevy of women who worked on that last floor. “Everyone here is, I see.” My companion gave me a knowing look, walking me over to the billionaire’s door.
“Mr. Reymond is a very ambitious man.” Her walk became flimsier as she too recalled the image of that womanizing billionaire. “One could say he’s… hungry. Hungry for money, hungry for power, and hungry for…
“Pussy.” I nonchalantly completed for her, and she gave me a startled look as rows and rows of the tallest, most beautiful women in the world passed us by.
“You’re very forward, aren’t you?”
I gave her a humorous shrug. “I’m very Brazilian.” In front of me, a large door stood on the other side of the largest, fanciest hall in the floor. The place had windows for halls, giving me a majestic view of the city that billionaire owned. «How many souls in this city work for him?» My panties were getting so moist I felt them dripping on my legs. «How many pussies has he conquered yet?» That was supposed to be a serious interview, but I couldn’t help to let my mind wander through only the nastiest, most intimate questions possible. “This is Mr. Reymond’s room, I suppose.”
“Yes. Yes, it is.” She walked to the secretary who took guard of the room. “Please, take a seat. Mr. Reymond will be seeing you shortly.” It didn’t take long to the doors to paradise to open and beautiful woman to invite me in. “You have one hour.” She said, almost giving me a naughty smirk.
“Oh.” Not to let any sassiness unanswered, I too replied with a smile. “I think one hour won’t be nearly enough.” And then I finally entered the king’s palace, ready to meet face-to-face that guy who so quickly and absolutely had become the owner of the world.
The place was big, but fuck it. I didn’t care one damn bit for the size of the room, the expensive furniture, the rows of awards on display, or the jaw-dropping view of the city, which was laid before me by the vast windows which took over three whole sides of that place. I couldn’t give two fucks about the state-of-the-start decoration, the hip, minimalist architecture, or the expensive gadgets on display.
Fuck all that. The only thing I could care about –the only thing anyone could pay attention too—was the god standing in the very middle of the room as he turned to me with a smiled that made my pussy shower my panties and drench my legs in female nectar; a god facing me with a body so vast, shoulders so wide, and a face so perfect that immediately my legs became wobbly and I had to freeze on the ground so as not to fall. The door closed behind me, and there was a brief silence before that dark god spoke to me.
“Why do you think an hour won’t be enough, Ms. Jordani?” Jesus Christ, his voice! I swear the room rumbled once he spoke, and I sure felt, deep in my female core, every nerve shook by the power and authority that emanated from his beautiful, thick, wide lips, forged inside that thick, muscular neck of his!
“Y-you can call me Paola, if you want.” Was the first thing I answered. Damn, if I wasn’t wet… and he knew it! Oh, he had that cocky smirk I had seem so many times before—the smirk of a guy who knew he’d already conquered his lay! What to other men it usually took hours of effort, to him it was a matter of seconds—if that long. “Y-you…” I had to clear my throat and squeeze my legs tighter so as not to completely embarrass myself. “You probably have a lot to talk about, so… such an interesting life can hardly be summarized… in just one hour, right?”
The giant man allowed a silent pause of a few seconds before walking over to me, making my body panic as nervous beads of sweat appeared in my forehead. “I certainly have a lot of things to do.” His body grew more gigantic as the distance between us was shortened. “I don’t care too much about the interview.” His smile grew more devilish as he walked, swinging his hips with effortless bravado. “I’m more interested on the interviewer.”
«What the fuck??» My mind exploded, a mix of offense and arousal taking over my body. «Is he doing that now?! So quick?!» The bastard hadn’t even waited for a few questions to make a move on me! I mean, I knew he was powerful, but goddamned! Was he really so god-like that he thought the could make such moves on stranger and not expect any bad repercussions?
I cleared my throat and tried to be professional. My stammering betrayed me as soon as the very first word: “M-Mr. Reymond, p-please.” Goddamn it! “L-let’s be professional.” My voice all by died out, however, when the stud stood still right in front of me, his towering height leaving me speechless.
“When I saw you on TV, Paola, I knew I had to have you.” He raised his hands to his shoulders and took off his expensive tuxedo, throwing it on the floor with absolute disregard. “Today, I’m going to see if you feel just as hot inside as you look outside.” He undid the top button of his shirt, the other ones soon to follow.
I dropped my briefcase on the ground, where it cracked open and let some sheets of paper fly around my feet. I was speechless, my quivering lips being the only response I could give for that gigantic male undoing his white shirt in front of me. I knew what I had to do… and I knew I wouldn’t do it! No woman can act normal next to a perfect male specimen like that. «With any other man…» My mind raced as I bit and sucked my lower lip, «with any… other man!… I would have left and #metoo’ed his ass. But this… this ain’t a man!» I crossed my legs while still standing. «This is a god.»
I saw his flesh beneath the shirt, and all my insides dried out with the sheer arousal, the fire that consumed me. “Fuck.” The beast was pure muscle. His shoulders and his chest seemed to go on forever, with the first muscles of his ripped abs shining before me. His dark, bronzed skin was almost shining with the health of a perfect breed… and a perfect breeder.
I saw his biceps flexing and stretching his sleeves as he tore the rest of the shirt opened, revealing his whole torso to me. «Perfection.» My mind exploded, and so did my cunt.
“H-h-how…?” A silly question came out through my throat: “h-how big are you??” The monster smiled as he let the rays of the sun bounce on his body and make it shine.
“There are so many was I can answer that.” The monster flexed his muscles without even wanting too. I saw the ripples of his fibers flowing like waves from his crotch to his shoulders, the big, bulging veins feeding his armor of muscles with pints of blood every second. “In height, I could answer I am 8’6ft-tall.” My pussy immediately swelled to double its size at that moment, bursting with so much lube that a dark sport quickly formed in my hips. “In weight,” the monster flexed his chest and his arms, making every muscle acquire obscene volume and hardness, “I’m afraid I’m on the heavy side.” He smiled, looking at my quivering lips, my panting chest, and my trembling, wet legs. “I’m a 600-pound bull with enough muscles to tear through concrete.” He raised his arm. “See.”
He flexed his biceps. The bulging muscle tore through the sleeve of his shirt without resistance, in the blink of an eye, and then he just kept flexing his monster until that beast of a biceps grew larger than my own head, threads of the sleeves falling from his arms as his shirt was ruined. He lifted the other arm and destroyed the other sleeve with a single flex, making his chest and his abs harden along with his beautiful guns, his whole body shining with an aura of power and firmness that made me both terrified and deeply horny.
My eyes wandered down his body and counted the near-endless rows of muscles on his abs. The beasts were salient and rumbling, with thick veins bulging and throbbing over them, like oil ducts powering his machine-like strength. “Jesus…” My voice came out slow and molten, like honey poured on my tongue. The beast had a 12-pack—the only man I’ve ever met with so many muscles. “You’re…!!” When I looked up to him, my neck literally hurt. “You’re a god!”
The eighteen-year-old musclebound multibillionaire relaxed his muscles and moved his hands to his hips, slowly unbuckling his belt. “You haven’t seen god yet.” With a loud *tang!* he undid his belt, and the gesture allowed me to gaze longingly at his ridiculously thick legs. I was a big, strong girl, yet even with my massive ass his thighs were wider then my own hips. A drop of saliva drooled from my lips as I watched him throw the belt away and then move his hands apart, making a inviting motion with his fingers. “Come.” The god commanded. “Lower my pants for me.”
A thousand different sensations rushed through my body as I stood between a HAND and a hard place, knowing so clearly what I wanted to do, but still refusing to give in to my deepest, filthiest desires. I looked at him and shook my head, without a thread of conviction in my motion. “N-no.” I answered, and the god made no movement or expression. After a long silence, he simply laid his knuckles on his hips and commanded: “now.”
My heart sank. I whimpered loudly as a rush of hot juices exploded through my cunt. My womb felt pierced by the words of that quality breeder, my very female core shaken by his abundant masculinity. To my shock, my knees were hitting each other thanks to the shaky state of my legs, and soon enough I found myself collapsing on the ground, my knees on the floor and my forehead soon to follow, shaken by the burning sensations in my hips. “Jesus… oooh!!!” I moaned aloud, and hot gushes of juices stained my jeans. “Fuck, ooh…! What is happening?!”
My pussy was squirting—not just any squirt, but a literal firehose of nectar on my jeans making a gooey puddle grow around my knees. I felt the monster stepping closer, and the heat of his body made mine burn even hotter, with explosions of juices making my pussy sore as my tits began to swell and burn with the milk inside them.
The monster looked to my massive jugs and chuckled, almost in approval of what he saw. “You are a fertile mare.” His smirk gained demonic contours. “A mare-woman, isn’t that right? You truly are the most gorgeous Brazilian I’ve ever fucked.”
“Fuck!!” The way he talked like he already possessed me never failed to extract more powerful gushes from my cunt, and at that moment I felt the lubes bursting even outside of my jeans, forming a massive puddle around my body. My jeans and shorts were absolutely ruined as my eyes nearly popped out of my skull, the pleasure like I was going to fucking explode. “Jesus fucking Christ!!” I looked up to that god, tears flowing down my cheeks. “What the fuck…?! Aaah!!”
The beast lifted one hand to my chin and stroked it. “Lactate for me.” My chest hardened—my pectorals flexing on their own. Multiple veins sprawled over my tits, which stiffened and added immense pressure with the gallons of milk inside them. The cream burst so hard from my nipples that I felt them almost torn up by the intensity, with such heat as to almost make steam. My white shirt was soaked with my milk, and soon the place was filled with the sounds of my creamy pellets dripping on the floor.
“Jesus!!” I felt the masses flowing out of my boobs as the monster guided their flow:
“Harder.” The milk burst ferociously from my tits in a loud, gushing sound. I felt the urge of tearing my clothes up and freeing my knockers, relieving them from the pressure that made them hurt so badly. “Oh, fuuck!!!” I gave in to the panic, tearing my shirt out and throwing it away to reveal my muscular body; my sculpted shoulders and wall-like muscular back, my hard breasts and my ripped, shredded abs to that hungry monster.
“Cum harder.” He commanded, and my pussy obeyed: juices burst from them like hydrants, and the whole floor quickly began to be covered by the waves of so many lubes. I never knew I could make so much of them so quickly! I felt like I was pissing myself, but it was even more extreme than that: my insides burned, and felt liquefied with all that power and pressure! I felt like dying and resurrecting almost immediately, my whole being becoming lighter, yet also heavier with all the pressure and the flames. “Jesus!!!”
The monster cracked his knuckles as he nonchalantly issued another command: “lift your chest. Hose my pants and my hips with your milk. Now.”
I did so instantly, without even seeing a thing, for my eyes had rolled-up with so much pleasure my sockets were almost pure white. My tits throbbed visibly and exploded with milk all over the man’s pants, painting him white. My broth splashed on his abs and sprinkled his massive chest as the beast grunted and growled with visible pleasure, his milk-soaked jeans revealing a formidable bulge through their tight, wet fabric.
«Oh, my god!» My eyes, as with many things in that place, couldn’t believe what they saw. The monster’s soft penis created a bulge so large it felt like a whole arm going down his legs. I panted and creamed myself harder before that massive bulge, which went far below the man’s knees.
I looked up and let my amazement be known: “fuck!! You’re huge even there?!!” And the king calmly replied: “Yes, sweetie. Especially there.” He snuck his fingers inside his pants and pulled them lower, leaving the rest to me: “pull my pants down. Now.” I obeyed. His words were my will. I couldn’t resist, nor would I ever want to: I placed my hands on those pants and pulled them down, soon realizing how tight they felt on that man’s legs. “Fuck!!” I muttered, my tits squirting milk a different intervals all the time. “You’re so fucking built!!” I kissed his waist and licked it, coating his abs with my tongue. “Fuck, you… you’re a god.”
The monster grabbed my hair and pulled it, effortlessly lifting my body up to his abs, which I licked, bit, sucked, kissed, and worshipped. Fuck!! My pussy was consumed by a deadly fire as my tongue darted deep in the valleys of that mountain chain of muscles, gushing hard as I took bites of every one of his manly muscles and licked his pack from bottom to top, degrading myself to a mere bitch worshiping her owner.
As abruptly as he had pulled my hair, the man dropped me back on the floor. “I love the reaction of my women upon seeing my cock for the first time.” He smiled, feeling my hands caressing his legs, wrapping my fingers around that bulge under his jeans. “I am a hung god. A bull. A stud. And I will breed you, my Brazilian slut. I will breed you now.” He took my chin and pulled my face up. I was crying! My tits were squirting milk and my cunt was gushing all the time, a shadow of the proud Amazon I once was. “Do you want my seed in your womb?” I nodded and whimpered a pathetic ‘yes.’ “Then very well, my child.”
He let go of my chin, and my forehead hit his waist. “Then get to work.”
I flexed my biceps and my abs as I pulled his jeans lower, revealing the outrageous amount of hard muscles in his legs. Jesus, that guy seemed he was bulking up just as I undressed him, the fibers of his muscles rippling and stretching every time he breathed.
The mass of his monster cock made my job much harder. My jaw dropped and my tongue rolled out of my mouth as I saw the base of his shaft, easily thicker than the flexed biceps of an average man. “Oh, my god!” The beast seemed aroused by my hot breath on his shaft, grunting and roaring as he grabbed my head again and pulled it against his exposed flesh.
“Jesus… fuck!!” I wanted to say a lot of things to him, but my body was completely paralysed by the delicious sensation of having that beast of a dong in my mouth. The girth of his shaft alone was enough to enrapture me in a wave of orgasms that sent my pussy cumming like never before. I’ve had my fair share of big-dicked men in life, but that was ridiculous. I was panting, moaning, then screaming on that dick as I licked and drooled over it, the puddle of my lubes and milk growing at a ludicrous pace around my knees. “Fuck!!! This dick belongs to an elephant.”
The stud gave me a beautiful smile. “I am more endowed than that.” He grabbed his bulge with a hand and squeezed it, making my heart stop as I could even see the veins of the creature beneath the fabric. “Be a good girl and get your daddy clean and wet.” He squeezed that bulge again, and the cock throbbed as in a violent response to his own touch.
I undid my pants and lowered them, giving my ass and my cunt a little air. “Yes, daddy!” The beast saw my massive, steel-hard ass while I sucked the base of his cock and struggled to pull his jeans any lower, the muscles of my back hardening and flexing as I exerted more power on that piece of clothing.
The beast produced deep, rumbling sounds which echoed all over the room, a sign of approval before everything he saw in my body. For a while, I felt confident, even arrogant near that man, as if my initial fear had been unsubstantiated, and I had in fact some change of actually turning the tables on hi…
“FUCK!!” As I pulled his jeans to about half his thighs, the bulging meat of his cock punched my face, throbbing with as many veins as I could count. The thing was bent and twisted, almost as if there was too much cock for even his massive legs to hold. That piece of man-meat alone was easily over eight inches long, and I hadn’t even uncovered a third of his legs yet! What’s more, despite it’s absurd hardness and sturdiness, the cock was actually… soft! “Jesus Christ!!” That soft cock had more veins, girth, and strength than a literal hard horse cock. “Fucking shit!!” I looked to the man and vented. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!”
He rolled his eyes. “This my penis, whore.” He grabbed the monster with his hand, encircling it with his index and thumb. “You see? It isn’t even beginning to get hard yet!”
“You… fucker!” I lifted my hand to the cock, and then… I came. “FUCK!!!” My screams were far too many to be counted and too loud to be resisted as I experienced thousands of orgasms rolled into one. “FUUUCK!!!” The windows shook as my body went through that nerve-splitting tsunami of orgasms.
The energy from his dick seized my wrist like electricity, sending orgasmic shockwaves down to my cunt. I had visions of many different planets as my body travelled through space and time and my muscles throbbed and hardened on their own, my entire body flexing and bulking with the surge of energy feeding my nerves.
There was a loud, tearing noise on the room, and once I realized what had happened, my jeans had a massive rip on my left thigh. Another ripping noise came, and it was the turn on my right thigh to completely tear the jeans apart. I was shaking like a vibrator on the ground, experiencing enough orgasms to pop a few nerves behind my eyes, which were flooded with blood. Drops of scarlet dripped on the ground as the monster caressed my face with his huge fingers and cleared it from the blood, trying to make my orgasms just a little less… deadly. “Hush, hush, little child. It’s completely normal for your first try.” The monster smiled, rubbing the exposed flesh of his serpent on my face. “Most women pass out when they touch my dick.”
I looked to that monster cock, seeing everything red thanks to the blood in my eyes. Even if his energy wasn’t so maddening, the mere fact that I was grabbing that soft dick without my fingers meeting on the other side was enough manliness to make me cum. The veins throbbed so hard they actually moved my fingers away—or made them hurt whenever I tried to squeeze them back. I grabbed that beast with both hands and squeezed it, my biceps bulging loudly as I crushed that penis and… felt nothing! My fingers didn’t cave into that meat, and the cock didn’t seem to react in the slightest to my touch! I crushed it and crushed it and crushed it, yet that snake never bulged a millimeter; the hardest, most massive piece of flesh I had ever felt; a soft cock that was harder than my biceps at their hardest! “Fuck me!!”
I came for more ten minutes as I looked up to the man, crying loudly, expressing my amazement with the only words a woman could use to a god like him: “you must be so hard when you fuck! I can’t imagine your hardness and your power when you… when you!!…” I spread my legs farther, gushing juices on the floor. “When you fuck me hard!!”
The monster caressed my cheeks and my chin again, answering in a very condescending tone: “you cannot take me. Not without passing out.” He pointed to his cock. “My monster still waits for fresh air.” His cocky grim made me aroused just as it made me furious. “Stop wasting my time… whore.”
Shaken by countless orgasms, I submitted to his will, tamed my orgasms, and went back with my eager hands to his pants, pulling them down to reveal inch after inch after inch of that daunting beast as his balls finally broke free and… shattered all my preconceived notions on male anatomy—specifically, on the size, the hardness, the ripeness of two raging, Alpha stud testicles.
They were big. The biggest bull balls I’d ever seen!
Part 2 – Enter the Harem
«You’ve got… to be fucking… kidding me!!» I felt my brain electrified as I held in my hands the thick cock of that musclebound billionaire. The kid had just turned eighteen, yet he flaunted the dick of a god in his waist!
My body was shaking and my chest was heaving. Simply holding that cock gave me more orgasms than I’d ever felt with any other man in my life! The monster stud caressed my cheeks, smiling like he knew how absolutely in control he was. “My god-cock is waiting to be worshipped, slut.” The teenage billionaire growled, with his voice deeper than a thunder. “Keep pulling it, you Brazilian whore.”
I rarely obeyed to commands as crass and unrefined, but that stud clearly bypassed all my rules. With a wimpy voice, I answered: “y-yes, m-master,” and kept pulling his pants down, exerting tremendous effort on my shapely biceps just to move the cloth on his thighs. Each of his legs were wider than my hips, and I was having one hell of a hard time finding out where to concentrate first: my lips cherished those hyper-muscular, uber-thick legs with long, wet kisses, bites, and suctions, but it was clear that the monster cock got the lion’s share of my attention.
As I panted and grunted while trying to get those pants down, I opened my mouth fully and tried to eat the monster dick that was already exposed—though I found out that my full mouth could hardly gobble up even half of that monster’s girth. «Jesus Christ! » I choked and drooled on the cock, resigning myself to chew it and coat it all with my saliva. «How fucking thick!!» The kid had the cock of an elephant in his waist, and surely the confidence of a god as he grabbed my head with both hands and guided it up and down his exposed shaft, feeling my saliva coat the monster member completely.
“Yes, yes, whore.” He shut his eyes briefly, approving my bites and my suctions on his member. “Be a good Brazilian whore and worship this horse. I want to be very wet when I breed you.” My body convulsed and my tits hosed his thighs with more cups of milk. My pussy was gushing loudly on the floor as a 10ft-wide puddle of lube had been formed around our bodies. Not only was I fighting the sheer size of that penis on my mouth and the tightness of his pants on my legs, I had to deal with the extreme physical reactions of my body thanks to my mind-boggling orgasms.
I was literally being struck by waves of multiple orgasms every single second as I brought that bull’s pants as low as his knees, exposing fifteen inches of ungodly thick penis followed by the two biggest balls I’d ever seen on any living creature. “OH, MY GOD!!” The shock was so absolute I threw myself away, hitting my back on the floor, and then shivered at the sight of those two impressive orbs I had just released.
The monster chuckled, leading one hand to his knees and grabbing a single ball with it. As he lifted it up, his biceps swelled so hard I could literally hear the muscles tensing up, with veins bulging along his powerful arm as he exerted enormous effort to move a single testicle in his sack. The large, tumid ball throbbed so hard I also could hear it, seeing the fat loads of semen flowing inside its ducts, filling the ball sack up with his fertile, healthy sperm.
“Each of my balls weights fifty pounds.” The beast said, letting the balls slowly fall as he dropped it, seeing the testicle only very calmly return to its regular position, like a metal sinking in tar. I saw the two jewels side by side, startled by how they didn’t even fit between his legs. The monster held the second ball on his other palm and lifted it, displaying a roadmap of veins and arteries in his limb as the biceps bulged to enormous proportions.
All the muscles of that dark-maned god stud were flexing and dancing before me, making my body delirious with orgasms. Having stopped gushing for a moment, my pussy reverted to gushing powerful bombs of nectar straight on that dark god’s body, showering him with my juices as he laughed and opened his mouth to catch a few of my sprinkles. His vast, bull-like body was washed with my squirt as I hit my head against on the ground and screamed my heart out.
The door behind me opened. A beautiful, blond supermodel stuck the head inside the room and asked: “s-sir?” She too was immediately intimidated by everything she saw. “Would you… oh, my god!… would you like some p-privacy… on the floor?”
The monster gazed deeply at her. The woman started panting and shaking just as I was, squeezing her legs against one another to avoid the rush of fluids her womb was secreting. The monster displayed his fat, bountiful genitalia along with his armor of muscles to her, then answered with a voice I can only describe as thunder coated in honey: “no. Call the other girls.” He smiled. “You can gather there, in the room, as I lay with this new flesh.”
The beast flexed his muscles, highlighting his insane 12-pack abs and his king-sized chest. There was a sloshing sound coming from the door, and as I got a better hold of my orgasms I realized that the woman had also squirted, cumming with the gratuitous display of masculinity from that stud. “I want you all to see what will do to this woman. How I can lay her like no one else can. How I can fuck her like I stallion, pound her like a bull, breed her like an elephant.” He squeezed his throbbing balls, proving a point. A thick, growling sound of juices sloshing inside that gonad was heard everywhere in the room, and the woman supported herself in the door so as not to fall on the ground, betrayed by her quivering legs. The monster smirked only more arrogantly. “Tell me, Sarah.” He squeezed his massive ball harder. “How many gallons of seed do you think this ball has?”
That monster must have clearly been joking when he said “gallons.” «An exaggeration that somehow highlights the truth, » I thought, looking down at his crotch and being struck by overwhelming fear, however, as I saw the loads of jizz coursing constantly inside his ducts. I gulped, realizing that “gallons” might not have been an exaggeration. «Jesus Christ, these balls are ridiculous! » Even for his massive hands, a single testicle easily overwhelmed the reach of his palm. «They’re the two biggest… hardest things I ever saw!!»
I laid my head on the ground again and closed my eyes, suffering under another ludicrous jolt of pleasure. “GOD!!” I screamed, hosing that body with my juices. The other woman too fell on the ground, on all fours, panting and crying as her pussy exploded in intervals with powerful loads. “Oh, god, I… I…” She still tried to speak, her eyes tearing up and breasts almost breaking free from her dress. “God, you hold many gallons in that ball!!”
“How many gallons?” The monster continued, squeezing his huge gonad and making us both hear the coarse sound of his semen being compressed inside it. We both lost our minds as I squirted and lactated whole buckets, and the woman pressed her face against the floor to withstand the massive orgasms of her pussy. Another woman seemed to appear in the room, covering her mouth in shock while admonishing to the blonde: “Sarah, come on!! You’re making a mess!!” Poor Sarah tried to replied, but her voice was silent under a barrage of orgasms. “Sarah, please! You’re squirting everywhere!!”
The monster chuckled as his held his other ball and played with the two magnificent testicles at the same time, walking closer to me as those virile babies throbbed with power in his hands. “Just like you girls have extreme bosoms, I have extreme testicles.” He smirked just like a rich child flaunting his wealth to his less fortunate peers. “I like showing off whenever I can. Unlike other men, I can get naked before a woman and drive her mad just with the sight of my masculinity.” Just to prove his point, he lifted the balls over my gushing cunt, letting my saliva on his cock drip back on me. The ooze had been warmed up by the balls and somehow “infected” by their raging masculinity; when it dripped on me, I felt like he was already sprinkling cum on my core, which drove me over the edge… again!
“GOD!!” I gushed powerful juices in his waist, showering him so hard many of the juices splashed in my face. Sarah too was hypnotized by the balls, and so was the other brunette woman that had arrived in the room, peeking inside Reymond’s office to see just what the hell was going on.
“M-master Reymond,” her mouth let it slip. It seemed that the term “master” replaced the formal “mister” in that office. The young, big-dicked billionaire sighed with a dissimulated discontent, looking at those two women paralyzed with pleasure on the door. “Come in, you whores.” He flexed his muscles. “All of you, come. I have too much seed for even this Brazilian mare, anyway.” Part of me wanted to protest, but most of me could only scream and shower him with squirts as those two pussycats crawled into the room, failing to even close the door behind them.
Within seconds, Reymond had three beauties before his genitalia. “Who wants to worship this monster cock?” He asked, and before his final word was finished the two woman launched themselves to his balls, attacking it like ravenous animals while I tried to control my orgasms and regain command on my muscles. The beast grunted and growled as the two tongues and fat pairs of lips sucked and covered his member in goo. The blonde woman crammed her face in his balls and motor-boated them, soon making them rain with her saliva and spit as she pushed those testicles harder against herself.
“Jesus Christ, Reymond!” Her amazement was glaring. “How come you have balls bigger than a bull’s?!” She literally tore her cleavage off, revealing her immense, double-D-sized breasts and pushing them against his balls. Reymond had a sack so bulging and virile his balls really competed with her bosom in size!
“You know my blood.” The monster flexed his muscles, and the two beauties were stricken by countless orgasms as they felt his virile body as hard as steel. “I’m a perfect male specimen. A supreme breeder made to knock out many lush wombs as yours.”
“Arrogant stud!” The other woman pumped his dick with both hands and her bosom, trying hard not to lose focus and worship those heavy seed-makers too. The monster, however, pulled her by the hair and lifted her in the air like she was nothing; a 5’8ft-tall woman with decent muscles on her body lifted like a plume, to the amazement of us both.
“Maybe you’d like a reminder of what I can do.” The bitch wailed in the air, crying like a dog as the monster grabbed the other woman and pulled her away from his genitalia. His eyes darted back to me, who was hosing their three bodies with my abundant pussy nectar. “Paola, maybe you would like a sneak peek of my fertility.” He flexed his thighs, highlighting his two monster balls. God, if that wasn’t the absolute symbol of virility!
Unceremoniously, the monster threw both women on the ground, making his office tremble as they crashed like heavy sex dolls on the floor, then he tore his pants away to free his body from the constraints of their cloth. My eyes almost exploded from my skull as I beheld his glorious lower body, now fully naked before me. “GOD!!” The words burst naturally from my throat. “OH, YOU GOD!! GOD!!” My tits gushed milk so hard they painted his shoulder and his massive biceps white. “Oh, you fucking god!! You…!! You…!!” My pussy was unloading as hard as a machine gun. “You powerful stud!!”
The monster grabbed his dangling, semi-hard cock in his waist. Now even his hand failed to completely encircle the mammoth penis. “A powerful stud? You haven’t even seen me studding a woman.” He looked to the two panting secretaries in front of him, both so gorgeous they easily belonged on catwalks. “Let me unload my jizz on these two ladies so I can get my dick warmed up.” He smirked, massaging his balls with one hand while he stroked his dong with the other.
Only then I could see his full genitalia finally exposed. The man turned his side to me, giving me a view of his profile, and the shade of his monstrous member against the strong lights of the windows was a powerful enough image to be burned in my mind forever! How the fuck could I describe that cock?! The beast was only semi-hard, yet it easily surpassed the largest, thickest cock I’d ever had threefold!
«Oh-my-god!!» I felt my pussy and clit quivering like a Naja tail. “Oh-my-fucking-god!!” Bursts of lubes hit the man’s body. It was insane! As he briefly let his cock dangle to the ground, I saw that it almost hit the floor! Not only that, but the monster was so unrealistically thick that “third leg” wasn’t just a tongue-in-cheek expression to him; it was fucking literal! “How fucking thick is you dick?!” I blurted out, my mind boiling in curiosity.
The monster stopped his walk towards those two beautiful bunnies, looking briefly at me while he shook his gargantuan rod. “I’m about three-and-half-inches wide when I’m soft. Don’t worry.” His apologetic tone was almost sincere. “I get much thicker when I’m hard.” I suffered more orgasms as my mind processed that number: «three and a half inches… wide?!» Was the beast really so large that it was easier to measure his width instead of girth? What the fuck was that creature?!
The powerful billionaire leaned over to his women and grabbed one of their shirts. I didn’t even see what happened as, in the middle of a blink, the monster tore both her shirt and her bra out, exposing her torso. He slapped and squeezed her tits playfully, treating her like a toy before grabbing her pants and effortlessly tearing them off. Ripping those clothes off was so easy to him his muscles didn’t even bulge. Only the drenched panties remained on that blonde girl, and he easily torn them with a flick of two fingers: *snap!* The woman panted and creamed his face with lubes just before he turned it to the other gal.
The action was repeated: his hands tore whatever cloth remained in her body, then they quickly ripped her panties away. Both ladies were naked, their fat cunts throbbing and gushing while their tits smacked against their own faces, both bosoms so large they dangled around like huge basketballs of hard flesh. The monster grabbed his cock and slapped it on a palm, like a thug handling a club. “Who wants to be inseminated first?” The virile Alpha smacked his cock on the blond girl, who screamed as her tits and belly were battered by that beat club. The monster lifted his cock with both hands and threw it down with violence against her.
What followed was a bloody massacre. Literally: blood was coming from the blonde’s nose as the beast repeatedly battered her with his semi-hard cock. The room rumbled and the floor quaked as the dick fell time and time again on the body, the blows so hard she was bouncing on the ground and meeting the dick midair: *boom!! Boom-boom-boom-booom!!*
I saw the floor getting red as the playboy teenager turned her body on the ground and smacked her shapely, muscular back with his cock. Her fit, athletic body bounced and quivered under every ferocious blow, and those were growing in speed just as they were in intensity. Soon, the monster was literally whipping her body, her back all bruised as blood was sprinkled on the brunette’s face by her side. While all that happened, the dick grew harder and the balls bounced lively on the stud’s waist. His smile was captivating as it was terrifying. “How do you like that beating?”
The poor woman could only reply: “I’m fucking loving, daddy!! Oh, please, daddy, beat me!! Beat me as hard as you can, daddy!! You can go harder than that, daddy, please, oh, daddy, please, please!!”
The monster grabbed the poor blond thing by the hair and lifted her quickly in the air; so fast, in fact, that a gush of air hit my body, and then he looked at her with a smile so nasty it could have belonged to Satan himself. “You want it hard, right?” He crushed his monster dong in his grip, making the veins swell ever thicker. “Already. I will give your hard.”
Then he pounded her. Oh, god, how he pounded her! My heart froze and my pussy stopped cumming as I saw the massacre he did with his prick: swinging the monster like a club, he repeatedly battered the blonde’s body, which in turn swung and dangled madly in the air. Blood was sprinkled the brunette as she too watched the blows get stronger and quicker, the dick swinging side to side while hitting the woman’s hips, breasts, and face.
The god held his prick up high and smacked it in the middle of her body. She was flung backwards, then back to him as his grip on her hair never relented, then he swung his dick on her again and again and again, beating her until her breasts were shaking so hard you could hear the milk violently sloshing inside them.
“GOD!!” She screamed, and a load of blood gushed from her mouth and nose. The monster threw her face down on the ground, and her massive breasts gushed with milk. A large, gooey white puddle was formed around her chest as the male positioned his legs on each side of her waist, grabbing his cock much harder as his balls swung gloriously in hips. With animalistic growls, he looked like he was barely in control of himself always holding back so as not to assault that woman with mortal blows. “Is that beating good enough for you, my princess?”
As I saw the gargantuan tool in his hands—the tip of it reaching as high as the middle of his pecs!—the blonde girl squirmed and puked blood on the floor, turning her head to him and smiled. “You used to be stronger, stud.” That seemed to both arouse and enrage the monster, and his next blow came without announcement or any sort of telegraphing; the beast just squeezed his cock with both hands and smacked it down on her back, crushing the woman so violently on the ground I soon heard a loud and distinctive *crack!*
I covered my mouth as I looked to the body and saw a few cracks on the ground around the woman. The beast didn’t even wait her to regain her breath as he battered her powerfully and mercilessly with his dick, the beating making painful, agonizing rumbles all over the room. The cracks grew bigger and more visible on the floor, and the woman’s body started to slowly sink on it as the monster rejoiced on his power, throwing his cock again and again and again on her back until even my body was jumping on the ground thanks to the strength of the impact.
The blonde girl squirmed and shouted and creamed herself every time the dick hit her bruised, battered back and crushed her body brutally on the ground. A large crack was soon heard, and the tiles of the floor violently crashed as the woman was pushed inside the floor, carved maybe a few inches deep into the ground as the beast didn’t relent his pounding.
With every powerful swing, his dick grew just a bit longer and thicker, so much so that the monster couldn’t even grab two thirds of his own girth with a single hand. Every time he lifted his cock, I saw it reaching as high as his chin. That eighteen-year old stud had twice the cock of a horse and the width of an elephant’s paw! He was simply monstrous!
The beating grew so fast that the room was constantly, violently shaking, with my body and the brunette’s moving around as the blonde girl was nailed into the ground. The beast roared and expelled steam through his nostrils, his body temperature growing so hot that a faint aura of steam surrounded him. He didn’t ask her if she could withstand more of that beating; he just beat her, and at one moment he started to draw blood from her back, painting his cock, his balls, his hips and his abs red.
The cock moved up-and-down so fast that it soon seemed like several different cocks all at once. A little later, all these cocks disappeared into one large blur, and the body on the blonde was nailed like a piece of work under an industrial machine on the ground: her body sunk deeper very quickly before our eyes, and the cracks grew so large and plentiful the floor started turning to dust. A huge crater had been formed around her as her body sunk a few more inches in just one second, exposing the pipelines under the floor and then bending their metal.
The monster repeatedly smacked her, still feeling his cock somewhat soft. The 8’6ft-tall muscle monster had enough cock to please even a literal mare, yet that still wasn’t all his power and virility. As his blows grew even more vicious and terrifying, the blond secretary finally relented: “please, stop!!” She screamed, and loads of blood poured from her mouth and nose. “I’m done!! I’m can’t take it anymore, stud!”
To my surprise—for the monster didn’t seem like one who took orders from anyone—, the billionaire held his dick firmly in the air, his engorged cockhead throbbing in the middle of his pecs as he gazed upon the bloodied, bruised back of his female. “Was that enough dick for you?” The blond girl them turned around, weeping as she pressed her back on the floor and turned her up her tits, which were also bruised and leaking milk. Her entire body was covered with bruises, and her once angelic face was a little bit swollen on some spots. Still, she looked at her stud and smiled, right before spreading her legs for him, offering her swollen cunt for the taking.
“I want five kids this time.” She said, shivering like a pussy in heat. The monster’s grimace alone would have gotten any female pregnant. I could literally feel his heat burning my skin from afar. Then, to the blonde’s disappointment, the monster just turned around and walked to the brunette woman on her side, who shivered and immediately begged as she saw those dozens of inches of hard god-cock threatening her: “please, no! I’m not a freak like her!!” She joined her hands and begged. “No beating, please!”
The monster pumped his monster dong with a single hand while massaging the balls with the other. It’s customary for size queens like me to refer to really endowed balls as “big as oranges” or “big as pomegranates,” but those balls were a level beyond that; even the biggest, hardest, juiciest of pomegranates couldn’t hold a candle to the size of those nuts. They were larger than Easter eggs and just a tad bit smaller than American footballs, each getting rounder and heavier as the mountains of jizz just piled up inside his godly sack.
The prick oozed lube from its gargantuan cumslit, and the shot that came from it was powerful enough to hit the ceiling. *Splooorsh!!* The ceiling kept dripping hot lubes down on the brunette as the monster lowered his prick to her with both arms, aiming it at her legs. “I will breed you first.” His balls contracted, reacting lively to every mention of the act. “I will knock you up with seven children this time, Valeria. What do you think?”
The brunette was taller than the blonde, but much more “classically beautiful” and aggressively feminine, with a waist so small one could wrap it fully with two big hands, yet hips and bosom so monstrously wide and large she would make Jessica Rabbit turn to her in horror and yell “you freak” to her face.
Her legs were thick and hard, the only very muscular feature of her body, and almost as good as my own gym-trained thighs. Her cunt was so tight it seemed almost ludicrous in her abundant, super-feminine body.
With a cock that large, the monster wasn’t actually going to penetrate her as he was going to tear her up in a bloodied mess! Still, the brunette hugged her waist and highlighted the massive size of her milk-full breasts, which dripped with milk from her nipples as she replied: “I still have nightmares of my last labor! Your kids are such freaking beasts!”
The monster chuckled, clearly aroused by that praise. “You see the genes you’re dealing with.” He left his cock for a while, and the beast smacked back into his own chest. «Jesus Christ! » I though, seeing the massive dong reach the middle of his pecs. With both massive, bulging arms he grabbed his balls and flaunted them with all their loud, sloshing jizz to his mate, showing just how much juice he was going to pump into her. “These balls carry the genes of a god. You can expect nothing less than very big, heavy, muscular children from me.”
She giggled, but then fell silent and somber again. “The birth took two hours. Those six bastards weighed five pounds each, you fucking monster!” Still, despite all her horror, her legs grew only further apart, almost opening up in a full split. “The doctors had to sedate me at three different points to get me through the whole ordeal.”
The monster smiled to her while still playing with his mega-balls. “Do you want my seed or not?” Then the brunette looked up to his armor of muscles, his mountain of virility, bulging and throbbing with so many thick veins everywhere, a beast of a man exhaling steam through every pore, then she marveled at his irresistible balls, so massive and heavy and full, the semen visibly flowing inside of them while his cock spewed more lubes into his body and covered his up with a massive coating of goo. A large puddle of lube was growing around his feet and touching the woman’s buttock as she spread her legs even wider and pleaded: “hose me!” With a satisfied grunt, the monster leaned down to her, and then I and the blonde watched him as he prepared to make her a mommy all over again.
He gently laid on top of her while wrapping his arms down on her armpits and grabbing her delicate shoulders from her back. If that guy had a “normal-sized penis,” or at least a penis that didn’t break so many laws of physics at once, he could have probably pierced the woman’s cunt with his tip already, but his cock was ever longer and freakier than that: his monster actually penetrated her breasts in that missionary position, crushing her entire body like a Greek column had been laid on top of her. She gasped and looked for air, and the monster arrogantly smiled to her, having reminded her of just how huge he was.
“Oh, my god, you…!!” Her eyes nearly popped out. “You’re fucking built!” Her tall, luscious body all but disappeared under the mountain of muscles of that stud. He kissed her hot and passionately, and we all heard the strong sounds of her cunt gushing his abs and hosing the ground. We both new she was experiencing the most ravishing sequence of orgasms in her life as she thrashed under her lover and hosed milk like firehoses from her tits. “GOD!!!” Her screams escaped in the brief moments the kiss was broken, and I saw a huge bulge growing in her throat, going all the way down to her chest as the sex god tongue-fucked her mouth. “GOD!! YOUR TONGUE…!!”
The stud was almost an alien judging by the size and girth of his tongue. I covered my mouth and took a deep breath when I got a brief glimpse of his sheer size; that tumid, glistening member darting inside the woman’s mouth and fucking her throat just like it was a pussy. As I saw her chest bulging all the way down to the stomach, I realized the guy must have had a tongue as long as maybe two dozen inches, and that new discovery –that new taste of his virility—got me going again: “oh, my god!!” I lifted my belly and my waist up and squirted. “GOD!!” My jets of nectar made an arc through the room, falling much beyond the couple, actually almost showering the windows as my orgasms continued.
When the monster took his tongue out of that woman, he had worked her body up for over fifteen minutes, and she was left in a state where it seemed she had been fucked by a battalion of studs already: her gaze was like a thousand-yard stare into the ceiling, and her body shivered while also staying frozen on the ground, her muscles all tense and rigid due to the overwhelming orgasms that still electrified them, as demonstrated by the constant, violent outpouring of juices from her tits and cunt. Sometimes, she found strength to shout, but even then her screams were broken and wavering, much like the cries of a dying animal: “god!! G-g-g-god!!!”
The monster looked to her cunt and performed a massive, exhausting feat of contortionism to reach it with his cock: spreading his massive legs wide enough, he lifted his massive rear until his cockhead hit the ground, and I swear I heard a crack as the humongous helmet fell hard as an iron ball between the lady’s leg. His hips were lifted about five feet high and his muscles were rippling with his otherwise perfect control of his physique, smiling as he looked up to her tits, barely seeing her face behind those mountains of milk and meat. “You can take a leave after that. When I’m done with you, you won’t be walking for two whole weeks.” And the woman simply nodded, shutting her eyes as if she knew already what to expect.
As that prick rumbled and hardened further still, piercing and stretching the woman’s diminutive cunt on its own, I battled against my own orgasms, realizing that such a cock might be too big for even a massive Amazon like me! Without further ado, the billionaire lowered his hips and stretched that cunt until I heard her hips cracking, and the woman gave a loud, piercing cry before her voice was shut, once and for all, under the tsunami of orgasms that consumed her.
Part 3 – Forty inches
I swear her hips cracked when the monster penetrated her! Such an ungodly thick cock couldn’t do any less damage when entering such a tight pussy! Jesus, the pain! The excruciating agony that ran over her body must have not been something for amateurs! Her eyes widened up and almost popped from her sockets as her face swelled and reddened, and her breasts vibrated with violent goosebumps, hosing jets of milk high up into the air while the monster simply added his tip inside of her.
I laid my fingers on my pussy and ravished it as I watched that stud fucking her. They almost seemed like two Greek sculptures getting it on –the man, above all, a symbol of supreme masculinity. «Holy shit, that’s hot! » Muscles atop muscles atop veiny muscles rippling and bulging in his 18-year-old body, a teenager so big he easily outweighed and out-muscled a horse! «And certainly out-cocked one too! » I licked my lips while my cunt burned, watching the endless mast of that breeding bull.
His cock was so large that the boy held his hips very high only to pierce that woman with his head. Fuck! I could hear her muscles stretching and her skin being torn apart as that monstrous head invaded her! The monster wasn’t yet fully hard, yet the tip of his cock was as wide as an American football at its widest!
The monster betrayed pure concentration and arousal. He stared up to his woman, seeing her quiver and shake in mad orgasms as he entered her. Gushes of milk exploded through her tits, and her cunt, after the initial cock, soon followed with an ocean of milk. There was no exaggeration in saying that she literally expelled an ocean through her cooch as the monster added more inches violently into her, making her belly bulge and her inwards be stretched like not even a horse could stretch her.
The beast growled, his muscles rippling like he was exerting tremendous effort to pierce that bitch. Licking her bellybutton, biting and pulling out her skin, the teenage stud briefly smiled before howling: “tight cunt! Oh, my breeding mare!!” And he pushed three inches inside her, lodging over eight inches of monster cock inside the poor woman, who screamed.
My jaw-dropped and my eyes almost popped-out when I saw the huge bulge rising on her belly. That monster had not only pierced through, but absolutely wrecked her cervix, and his penis was now bloating her womb like she had a full baby there! The orgasms were quick to follow –both in her body as on mine. «JESUS!!» My tits hardened and I felt my milk on my own face! They were literally showering my face and bust with thick, creamy milk as my cunt unloaded massive jets of squirt all over again.
The floor was completely drenched in milk and cunt-sauce. By my side, a little far away, the blond secretary suffered under even bigger orgasms as she too saw her friend being penetrated by that stud. The monster wasn’t even pumping in her and the brunette girl was already experiencing both bliss and agony far too intense describe: her tongue was out and she was howling to the skies, screaming so high that the windows were all trembling.
“JESUS!! JESUS, PLEEEASE!!” The monster looked up and smiled once again; he was the only god there, and he made sure to let her know it: another five inches of cock were added, and then her womb was stretched beyond its place, pushed upwards in her body until I could see its outline on her skin! «Fuck!!» I thought, showering their bodies with my orgasms.
The womb and its tubes and ovaries were clearly highlighted under her skin! The monster had his cock throbbing in her and his balls swinging very slow and hard due to the outrageous load of juices they carried. He was cocked and loaded, and he could flood that womb with his seed if he damn wanted to –but no stud was a real stud if he jizzed on his woman before giving her a couple thousands of orgasms first.
“I think the months of pregnancy made you forget what is like having sex with a bull.” His muscles hardened and bulged. “Let me remind you.” He pulled his cock out and thrust it again, and the woman’s womb went a little higher up this time, to her immense despair and joy, her body jumping on the ground and hitting on the man’s chest like she was a pogo ball. Her scream was something from a horror book; a few objects of glass in the room cracked as she literally cried with that thrust, soon followed by another more brutal one.
There was a thud in the room, then a quake as the monster thrust in her one third time. Her body was dragged a little on the floor by the force of the impact, and then the man withdrew his penis once again to thrust it one more time with even greater force, picking up speed and power as he lanced her like a real stallion.
The woman was cumming so hard her tits were endless hoses of thick, steamy milk. It was no joke when I say that her body was burning from inside out, with clouds of steam literally bursting from her tits as she lactated! Her pussy was soon to follow on that heat, exploding with juices and smoke as the monster rammed her like a machine. Their bodies were fucking so hard and violently they were being dragged on the ground and up to the windowed walls, slowly but surely cracking the tiles underneath them along the way.
Then… the monster showed us what he was made of! «Oh, my god!» I covered my mouth with my other hand when that beast tapped his feet on the ground and literally cracked it with his toes! Large fissures grew around the craters on his feet, and the monster had then anchored himself to the ground while he readied to pound that woman like a herd of stallions.
He pounded her. “FUCK…!!!” A powerful scream burst from her throat before the thrusts stole all the air and energy away; she kept staring dumbfounded at the ceiling, shouting and shivering as that god-like creature hammered her with the power of Satan, a rhino plunging deep into his female and turning her insides liquid.
His monster cock unloaded lubes inside of her, and the grotesque bulge of her belly grew even larger. Her overt-stretched, battered and beaten pussy engorged before expelling all those juices out. The monster was hosed by his own juices in his pecs right as he picked up pace, hammering that woman deeper and harder as the cracks around their bodies grew. «Fuck!!» I thought and came. «Fuck!!» My pussy too was producing steam. I felt like watching two superhuman creatures fucking! If Superman existed, that’s how he would fuck Wonder Woman. “Jesus fucking Christ, stallion!!” At one point, I blurted out. “Have some mercy!!”
My scream only served to entice him, and his prick plunged into the greatest depths imaginable of that woman, sending her womb all the way up her ribcage, and then further beyond with each new thrust. He was pounding her so hard his hips began to blur in the air. The monster raised his head and literally roared, making the room rumble. Cracks grew under the brunette’s body, and her profile was slowly carved into the stone, the pressure and power of that man assaulting her like a jackhammer.
The monster held her by her neck and her shoulder before kicking in a new, more unimaginable rhythm of thrusts. If his hips had been blurry until then, now that had completely disappeared. That animal of a stud was hammering her hundreds of times every second; a power so inhuman that explosions of squirt and lubes showered the room from her pussy, followed by gushes of steam and a few sparks of electricity. “Holy fuck!!” I shouted, seeing her body electrified by so many orgasms.
The bulge was going high up to her throat. The monster was literally fucking her entire body through her cunt, and that still only covered about two-third of his cock! He was an 8’6ft-tall stallion with a cock big enough to reach his own neck, and he was making full use of his tool as he hammered that defenseless pussy into the ground.
The floor, which up to that point had resisted valiantly his pounding, caved in quickly and abruptly as most of its area was suddenly turned into dust. The two bodies were fucking now in a shallow crater on the ground, with cracks so thick they helped suck the oceans of juices out of the room. Some of them reached up to my ass and surrounded my body, which only made me more aroused and unable to divert my eyes from those two animals.
Pebbles and dust were flying all over us as the man fucked that woman. That wasn’t sex, what he was doing; it felt more like a masturbation with the whole body of a woman; an act of personal glory at the expense of the innocent, battered girls –not that she wasn’t loving every second of that carnal act, of course. The man gave her countless orgasms without even caring for her, simply using her body as jacking device and a cum dump while her inevitable reaction was row after row after row of infinite orgasms, each frying her brain and unwinding her nerves.
The woman had a completely petrified look on her face. Her body was stiff as a statue, safe for the millions of vibrations it suffered at every second, and both her tits and cunt were a hydrant endlessly shooting juices everywhere. She was seeing God, or rather, she was being fucked by God Himself! There wasn’t any way to describe that savage act if not as an absolute consumption of her being and soul, a cleansing of her humanity through her cunt and a complete rebirth made in orgasms!
As that monster displayed to us new degrees of his power, their bodies sank a little further on the ground, loudly cracking the stone and creating clouds of dusts around them. When I heard the woman’s back rubbing against something metallic, I knew she had been drilled down to the pipelines of the floor. As the monster continued to pound her, squeezing her neck and stealing what little remained of her breath, the pipes were bent under the pressure, the strong metal squashed like a biscuit with the thrusting motions of that bull.
He wasn’t using a tenth of his power. Actually, his cock wasn’t even fully hard. I could see it by the way it still bent and wobbled outside the pussy, as well as by the teen’s very casual, nonchalant expression, like all that was really just a morning routine for him. “I think it’s time to fill you up with my cum,” he suddenly declared, and I prepared to see the spectacle of his unloading.
The woman grabbed his arms and tried to pierce them with her finger, screaming as her long nails they were actually shattered in no time, suffering an avalanche of orgasms as the monster fucked her harder and faster, and the pipes burst under her back. “Aaah!!” I screamed, seeing the jets of water explode around the couple’s bodies. Still, the monster kept fucking; his focus was now complete; his roars, longer and deeper. The room was soon flooded, but the contact of the water against their bodies made it also evaporate in an instant, turning that place into a scorching sauna.
I dragged myself closer to them, not wanting to miss a thing. The balls of that bull were two bloated, jizz-ridden things, their veins so thick and powerful I could literally spot the semen flowing inside them whenever they swung back on the monster’s ass. I was so close to him I could stretch my arm and touch his powerful buttocks; those were the engines that powered his cock; the pistons that fueled his jackhammer thrusts, and they were hot! Even a few feet away from them, I could actually feel those muscles burning, and I only didn’t get any closer to the man because that would be like diving into the sun. I stayed in my place and watched the stud finish her off. What I saw, in fact, was very much worth the wait.
“Rooooaarr…!!!” With a long, thunderous roar that would scare away prides of lions, the monster suddenly stopped his movements and had his balls contract brutally, so quickly and so powerfully there was a shockwave following their contraction, and my body was pushed back into the ground by the force of his ejaculation. *Booom!!* Vast sections of those windows cracked and bursts as the shockwave rippled across the room, shattering pieces of wood and glass all over the place.
It had begun. With those violent contractions, the balls sent hundreds of gallons of jizz through the monstrous cock, which engorged as the seed made its way through its urethra. If the bulge on the woman’s belly was already obscene, it couldn’t compare to the absurdity that followed: still not fully hard, the cock was probably five inches wide before the jizz was unloaded; when his balls contracted, though, the cock grew to easily over seven inches of width, burning the woman from inside out.
Then, the explosion. *Buuunk!* We all heard a coarse unloading into her womb, like a heavy metal ball crashing on a soft pillow, and then I saw her body swell from her chest to her hips as the spunk filled every cubic inch of her. The woman grew to the size of a small hypo before she was so full that the spunk had no way out but through her cooch, exploding into the man’s muscles like twenty hydrants of cum.
The beast roared again, and then went back to thrusting. Their bodies sank more brutally on the ground as his pumps of jizz themselves were powerful enough to make the room shake and crumble. More windows were shattered as their ecstatic bodies settled much deeper into the ground, bursting a few more pipes and turning that room into a flooded swamp. My body was washed away before the jizz could even get to me, but then, in the stud’s following shots, the loads were so massive that many pellets exploded from that pussy in high speeds into my face, knocking me down with violence.
My head hit the ground hard enough to crack any skull, but I was too tough and aroused to miss a single second of that cunt-massacre. I stood up, receiving blast after blast of jizz in my body as that monster unloaded and roared like an insane animal. The woman under his body no longer resembled a human being, but one long, over-stretched sack of cum, milk, and lubes as literal hundreds of gallons of thick jizz were unloaded in her at every passing second, knocking her out with its sheer strength, then waking her up with its daunting pleasure.
The jizz was piling up on her waist, forming huge mountains around their bodies. The sperm was shot at such high pressures that, when it burst from her cunt, it exploded in every direction, cannon shots of pure virility drawing gooey lines on the ceiling and walls, shattering whatever windows had remained intact until that point. I watched dumbfounded as that man redecorated that room and painted it all white with his jizz, all while he didn’t even break a bead of sweat; even the heat of the steam coming from his body wasn’t enough to make the bull sweat, like all of that was still too casual a fucking for him to give a damn.
The brunette was long gone as she started to withdraw his prick and exit her overstretched cunt. He had her grabbed by the legs all the time, otherwise his cumshots would have easily sent her flying many yards away. A huge mountain of jizz had been formed over her body; five feet of pure horse semen burning over her, yet that still was child’s play to the man, who kept unloading in her as his dick broke free from her tight pussy.
“Roooarr!! Damn you, woman!!” He grabbed his cock with one hand and jerked it off furiously over the pile. “You ain’t even strong enough to make me haaard!!” He unloaded gallon after gallon as I saw, with my jaw on the floor, his dick still somewhat soft as it puked a whole swimming pool of jizz on that room. How the fuck could a man cum while not being fully hard?! Those seemed like casual biological impossibilities to him; much like his cock defied the laws of physics and human anatomy, his breeding power too stretched the limits of biology itself.
“Fuck you, whore!!” The monster jerked his cock in tandem with his throbbing balls, which seemed constantly filled of jizz, no matter how hard he pumped it out. “You want gallons? I’ll give you gallons!!” Then, with another mighty roar, the beast unloaded so much jizz that his jets crashed on the ceiling and exploded all over the room, hitting walls, windows, furniture, and my face with rocket-like power. The pile of sperm quickly buried the woman, who helplessly squirmed as the orgasms were still far too powerful for her to even resist. The man just came and came and came, roaring louder and coarser as he felt the endless threads of jizz coursing through his cock.
His orgasms lasted for another ten minutes after he pulled out of the woman. When he was done, the semen reached as far as my feet, covering them under two piles of thick goo. I stretched my hand to that horse seed and grabbed a fistful of it. “Jesus!” I was floored! That thing was so thick I actually failed to pull it out. I had to flex my biceps and really work hard to break a piece of that goo and bring it to my face, but even as I manage to grab a pellet as big as a cannon ball, its weigh was way beyond anything I even dream with.
*Bump!* My hand fell on the ground. I looked up and down, to that stud and then to my hands, time and time again as my mind processed the mind-bending weight of that ball of jizz. “Fuck you, stud!” I lifted it up again, feeling my biceps tear the sleeves of my cum-ridden shirt in the process. “Fuck this shit!!” I looked at him, beaming with desire. “How heavy is your…?”
“Four hundred pounds per gallon.” The monster answered without even looking at me. As he stood gloriously before that mountain of jizz, I saw his balls regaining their ridiculous size and hardness. At every few seconds, I heard a thud and sloshing sound of seed flowing along its ducts; the beasts were re-filling themselves already, throbbing like two hearts as the man stuck his arm into the cum mountain and pulled the brunette he had buried under it.
I looked at the pellet of jizz and felt its weight of about a hundred pounds on my single hand. “No.” I shook my head. “That’s impossible.” But the man, pulling the poor, unconscious bitch out of those tons of seed, didn’t seem slightly concerned for what was or wasn’t possible. Once he’d made sure she was still alive and breathing, he turned to me and flaunted his gargantuan genitalia, still expelling a few loads of jizz, which fell heavily on the ground and cracked it.
Smiling, the beast held his massive balls with both hands and squeezed them. Fuck! I could hear his fingers sinking on the spunk, so condensed in them. The monster ran one hand along the massive cock while the other caressed his balls. He seemed to enjoy the touch and feel of his genitalia much better than the bodies of his women. Then, he bragged: “I had a twenty-inch hard cock before most boys can even speak complete sentences. Now, I’m turning into a real stud.” His massive veins were highlighted every time he squeezed his monster. “Forty-seven inches of hard cock. Sadly, that ain’t what you’re seeing here.” He lowered his dong with a single hand, and his biceps bloated as he exerted considerable effort to yield the gargantuan beast. “I’m still not hard enough. What you see is only thirty-eight inches of my manhood.” He looked to the blonde woman on the side, quivering as she gushed through her cunt, orgasming so hard she couldn’t react properly to what happened around her. “This bitch is weak.” He looked at her, then at me. “None of them can stand next to you.” He saw my hand holding his seed and my flexed biceps tearing the sleeves of my shirt, then he turned his cock to me, like a visual reminder of his dominance over my womanhood. “Breed yourself with my cum.”
Spreading my legs wider, I pulled my pants and didn’t even bother to take my panties out as I crammed the hand into my cunt, fecundating myself with his powerful spunk. “GOD!!!” My tits immediately hardened and the milk boiled inside them, bursting with ferocious, steamy jets as my cunt almost expelled the spunk out with its own strong gushes of squirt.
Goddamn it, those orgasms! I was all over again locked into that brutal struggle between sanity and an orgasmic maelstrom, fighting for survival as the orgasms overtook every single nerve of my being: at moments I forgot how to breathe, and at others I felt I was going to piss myself. My body thrashed on the ground and my head repeatedly hit the tiles like I wanted to crack them (or my skull!), the orgasms far too many to be counted.
My screams multiplied up until my throat felt sore and swollen. Jesus Christ, those orgasms!! That… that seed had an inhuman effect on me! It was not only the fact that I loved jizz and that I’d often fantasize about having a circle of horses and bulls coming their nuts all over my body. Nah. Even if I were the biggest prude, I would still experience those same earth-shattering orgasms as I felt such mighty semen invade my cunt and flow upwards to my ovaries.
The pleasure came from the act of fecundation himself; like my body was absolutely sure that, with a single drop of that man’s spunk, I would be knocked up over and over and over again for as long as I could produce eggs; a delirious festival of fertility happening in my womb that very same instant; an almost-sacred moment when I was absolutely sure I had been made a mother of quintuplets or sextuplets or, hell, as many children as a woman can possibly have in a single labor!
When I managed to look at my stud again, my eyes were melting. Large tears were rolling down my cheeks and I was audibly sobbing, my lips making out very faint “thank you’s” as my tits hosed more milk with extraordinary heat and pressure. I was a mother! More precisely, I was a mother of that teenage billionaire breeding bull, and no other pleasure on Earth could ever come close to that!
I had been bred by the most powerful Alpha male on the planet. As a woman, I was now complete.
The monster turned around and walked towards the blonde. “No-ooh!!” She panted, screaming and squirting her heart out as the monster lowered his softer dick to her, letting a vast river of spunk ooze through his enormous cumslit.
“I want to breed.” His muscles hardened, his balls throbbed. The act of breeding and studding a harem elicited the most primal reactions in his nerves. “I want to spread my seed in these lovely wombs of yours—wombs that I own!” He grabbed one of her legs and pulled her up, and the bitch instinctively kicked him right into the balls, provoking no bigger reaction than slightly uncomfortable grunts. “How long has it been since you last had my children? Seven months? Sooner than that?”
“OH, GOD!!” The woman squirted so hard her hoses splashed on the man’s face, but he barely even blinked under such potent shower. “I…!! I…!! I…!!” She fought unbelievably hard against her all-consuming arousal. “FUCK YOU STUD!! I had fifteen children with you already!!”
“Hmm, hmm. Alright then. Here’s to fifteen more.” He spread her legs further apart, smiling as she squirted cannons in his abs and chest. “Consider yourself blessed, for you will carry my heavenly seed a third time over.”
“Oh, fuck you!! FUCK!!” She squirted. “YOU!!” The blasts exploded into his face, followed by shots of milk on his body. Despite her frankly painful state of absolute delirium, she couldn’t stop smiling. That man had hijacked her mind and replaced all her will with his sex: everything she wanted was to be pounded by him, to be thrashed by him, and to be shot with as many gallons of jizz as his balls could produce. She had no more will to withstand another absurd pregnancy from that stud, but that’s exactly what she was going to do, for she felt she no longer had any options. “B-b-breed me!!” She cried. “Breed me stud!!” Then she looked at me, smiling as I fingered myself. “Breed me in front of this bitch! Show her how…”
“Shut up.” The god-stud crammed his fingers on her mouth, stretching her jaw with those salami-like limbs. He spread her legs as wide as a full split, then kept spreading them as they formed a negative angle in her hips –his women might have not been gymnasts, but after he fucked them just once, they all became as flexible as Olympic athletes. That girl climaxed and squirted as the man lifted his hips and tried to line up his monster cock on her cooch. If that brunette girl had been tight, then that blonde was like a little kitten next to a genetically-engineered breeding bull.
Seeing him at that moment, I didn’t even believe he weighed eight hundred pounds as he had just claimed. A monster so big, with so many hard and plentiful muscles, so vastly and grotesquely ripped as he was, I bet he weighed well over a thousand pounds. His cock alone weighed a hundred pounds, and it was not yet filled with as much blood and jizz as it would be when fully aroused.
A massive load of semen burst incontinently from the dong, hitting the woman’s cunt so hard that her belly bulged, her cervix was shattered, and I could clearly hear the spunk hitting the back of her womb, powerful and hard enough to send the organ a few inches higher on her body. The woman opened her mouth and puked, a white, gooey mass bursting from her lips and nostrils.
The monster smiled. “Did you eat my spunk?”
She helplessly replied: “of course I ate it! Do you even know how strong you shoot?!” She looked at his balls, which dangled so menacingly in his hips. “You came so much that I couldn’t avoid your cum shots! They hit my breasts, my belly, my chin as I tried to flee from them, but then I…”
There was crack, followed by a high-pitch scream, followed by a long crying, followed by absolute silence. The man wanted to shut her up, so he just grabbed her waist and pulled her down into his cock, piercing her in a cold, calculated manner.
The poor woman shuttered on the ground, her body subtly vibrating before the convulsions became more powerful and frightening. The monster invited himself deeper and deeper into her, the bulge of his monster cock swelling in her belly as her cunt was easily and fully conquered in just two strokes of his monster cock.
With a wild thrust, the beast had completely overfilled her womb, and in the following thrusts he sent her womb higher and higher, pounding her until the shape of her organs was bulging through her skin, her entire body squashed and deformed by that daunting prick, which came so close to completely shattering her hips.
“Fuck!!” I came. “Me!!” I came harder. The width of his women’s hips was unbelievable when he penetrated her! The bull was pounding that woman at a steady pace, recovering his libido as his face became thirsty and demonic. He watched her cum and memorized all the different twitches and convulsions of her face, her tits creaming his wide chest as he plunged deeper and harder all the time.
It didn’t take long for his balls to announce a second unleashing. The testicles had refilled themselves much faster than I would expect even for a mighty bull like him. Still, the monster held his orgasm back, wanting to pound that female into absolute fuck-drunkenness before hosing her core with his virile seed.
He pounded her more brutally, and her womb once again went all the way up to her throat. Despite goring her with as much dick as her body could handle, he only had twenty-four inches at most inside of her, and his harder state meant that at least half his dick remained outside even when her womb and his cockhead were throbbing just beneath her chin!
The monster grabbed her shoulder with his bulging arms and lifted her off the ground, hammering her cowgirl-style while also lifting and lowering her body on his dick, like a giant, living jacking device. Only heavens would know the strength of those blows as he picked up pace and transformed her into a giant blur. Every time I blinked, I saw afterimages of the blonde in the air, three or four or five of them being pounded at the same time, then all I saw was a white-ish, golden smudge as the monster battered her at light speeds.
The room rumbled as his massive balls swung violently between his arse and hers. Every time they smacked her buttocks and crushed her cunt, I could hear her bones creaking and see her bruises getting even more swollen. She hosed endless gallons of squirt on the ground, like a rocket lifting off, and suffered under the power-battering of that rod as the monster only then had started to get serious.
Cracks grew around his feet, and his body sank into the ground after five minutes of pounding, drilling two huge craters on the ground thanks to his ridiculous weigh and the sheer force of his thrusts. The monster crushed her body harder against his, nearly disappearing the girl inside his mountains of muscles. Steam burst through his pores and especially through his nostrils, with his breath looking like a dragon’s as he neared an orgasm.
The poor blonde was already passed out when he looked at me and asked: “where do you want to nut?” I was caught aghast in the middle of an intense fingering as the image of that stallion fucking was too much for my womanhood to withstand; I came a few gallons through my cunt and screamed not a small deal of profanities before I could even register his question in my mind. With my eyes melting in tears, I looked up to him and said: “inside her. Core her with your nut, stallion!”
The monster whined just like a horse, pounding her more relentlessly as he looked at me one last time. “When?”
I first saw her in the gym. It was impossible not to notice her, anyway, for she was so loud and boisterous it was almost as like there was a whole wrestling team on the place.
In a way, that image wasn’t too far-fetched: despite her being a woman just like me, and very into fitness and bodybuilding, she was on such a league apart that even many strong, potent men would amount to a single leg of hers—if that much.
God knows how long I stood still, just looking at her, with my sports bag still over my shoulder, blocking the way of all the other gym members who wanted to come in. In any case, they didn’t mind me; they too were standing still, eyes glistening and jaws dropped, with their teeny-weeny dicks growing and hardening inside their pants, witnessing that which could only be described as a pure miracle of nature.
She was biologically perfect. «Biologically perfect??» I covered my mouth and pondered on what I had just thought. What did that even mean? Did it mean that the woman—that perfect being—was as big, strong, and hard as a horse? Did it mean that she could wrestle a gorilla into the ground and tear his limbs off one by one like a kid plucking the wings of a fly, both brutal and effortless? Did it mean that she was as sexually charged and potent as a breeding bull, her body radiating so much energy that her surroundings were literally melting—the floor and the walls, not to mention the equipment quite literally being distorted by her heat waves? Or that her blood was so superhumanly powerful and scorching that, if she were to have kids, her offspring would quite likely be a new species altogether—much superior and more dominant than the pitiful human species, of which I belonged?
Well, whatever it meant, that expression fit her perfectly: she was biological perfection; the absolute, unquestioned pinnacle of humanity, and her wanton display of strength in that thing only reinforced that. “H-how much is she pulling?” I stammered as time felt back to normal around me, with everyone in the gym finally (albeit slowly) moving again.
“F-five hundred pounds.” Another dude could barely reply. “That’s her warm-up. She just casually picks the barbel with the heaviest weights in the gym and, uh,” he had to clear his throat all the time, “lifts them all the time. I mean, sometimes it’s non-stop. She showed us already.” The poor man—who, on other circumstances, would be a pretty intimidating, 6ft-tall muscle beast—crossed his legs all the time while standing, massaging his throat and scratching his crotch while he contemplated that beast of a woman pull the weights without breaking a fucking sweat. “One day she just did this exercise for as long as her body could take her. We doubted she would last too long, even for her standards, but that beast showed us just how much outclassed we were.” I was shocked by hearing such a big guy (for whom my pussy would usually swell) speak at an increasingly higher pitch, moving his hips and jiggling his waist just like a woman. “She did that all day long. We took track of it. Some of us even took turns while… watching her.” His tongue was trembling at his lips. “Seeing her pull those monstrous weights up.”
I watched her again, seeing the gorgeous muscles of her back throb and ripple. “FUCK YEAH!!” She was loud. “FUCK YEAH, OH, FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEEEEAAH!!!” She literally roared in the middle of the gym, pulling the barbel to the top of her breasts, yet no one dared to interrupt her—no one would have the balls or even the will to. When she was not uttering praises to her own peak physical performance, she was just roaring and growling like a pride of lions, pumping the weights faster and harder just to see how extreme she could push that display.
Everything in her was strength. She loved showing off just how much physically, mentally, genetically superior she was to everyone else. Just when I thought my eyes were deceiving me, I shut them hard and opened them again, shaking my head in the meantime, only to see again what I though had been an illusion: her skin was producing steam! The heat waves were so extreme that the air was distorted around her frame, creating something of a force field or an aura of pure energy, not unlike those we see in an asphalt street on a very hot day.
While the big man spoke and I witnessed her, I felt my pussy swelling and its lips throbbing. I was attracted to no girl, but that right there… she wasn’t a girl. «She’s a fucking monster.»
Her shoulder rippled and throbbed just like my pussy was. Oh, who I am kidding? They were much more powerful than that: her shoulders were huge slabs of titanium muscle, bludgeoning and rippling so much they felt like train engine pulling a whole mountain along the tracks. Her back was such a stupendous wall of muscles that the ins-and-outs, the peaks and the valleys of her fibers looked like some fractal work of art in nature. Their size and symmetry were just mesmerizing, all made so much more enticing thanks to the special glisten of her bronze skin. She wasn’t sweating, yet her body seemed covered in oil.
“She pulled those weights for sixteen hours before the gym had to close. Sixteen fucking hours! No one ever thought any human being could go so far, yet she did, and we were left utterly humiliated (and broke) by the end of that session.” Judging by how hard the big guy scratched his throat, I bet he was feeling all sore and painful there. “She didn’t break sweat. Sixteen hours. Pulling double what she’s pulling now. Sixteen hours! Sometimes, pulling the weight two, almost three times a second… for sixteen fucking hours!”
Just as the guy’s legs trembled when he recounted such a feat, the muscle Amazon gave her mightiest, most powerful roar—“ROOOOOAAARRR…!!!”—and the entire fucking gym, even the nearby buildings and streets, trembled like an earthquake. That woman was so inhumanly powerful that the barbel—designed to support great amounts of weight and pressure—was being permanently bent in the middle, forming an arc of metal in her hands.
She laid the weights down and flexed her muscles. “FUCK!! I’M SO FUCKING PUMPED!!” I heard many gasps and moans over the gym, with many a man excusing themselves to the bathroom with their hands over their crotches. Even the guy by my side was shaking and moaning like a bitch in heat, his right hand trembling in his crotch, almost grabbing and pumping his generous bulge right then and there.
I mean, could I condemn them for that? No fucking way. In fact, upon seeing her flex, I understood their arousal quite perfectly, even though I’d always seen myself as a very straight, even girlish woman: she was a marvel of sex and power! When I saw her biceps, my face flustered a little. She was ungodly huge, with arms at least twice as big as my biggest boyfriend. Her biceps bloated and vibrated like a heated sphere of iron, or a large steam tank about to explode—yet that thing would never break, never yield, for it had been designed since birth to hold enough energy to power an entire metropolis… and then some!
The huge vein along the curve of her biceps throbbed like a heart. I swear my eyes doubled in size once I caught a sight of that thing. It was huge, and certainly it wasn’t along: her whole body, as far as I could see, was covered with thick, sprawling veins, enough to power a whole herd of virile bulls—yet, in her body, even that ludicrous amount of veins didn’t seem enough.
The goddess flexed again, this time letting the energy flow all over her physique: “YEEEE-AAAAAHHH!!!” Walls shook and windows creaked as her body appeared to increase in size, her massive arms throbbing and her unbelievable, horse-thick legs bulging so hard the pressure between her inner thighs would certainly be enough to burst a bowling ball into dust. The ground under her (massive) feet started to cave in, and all the floor began to cave as she distorted it just like a heavy object would a spring bed. Was she putting on weight as she flexed??
“GOD!!!” Her smile was like a sun. Her teeth, no less than perfect. “OH, MY FUCKING… GOD!!!” She proceeded to flex like a beast while her abs grew and hardened under her shirt. She was wearing very big, unisex shirt and shorts that day, probably the biggest the store could sell, yet her body was swelling so hard that soon the little looseness that clothing had was replaced by a spandex-like tightness on her body, emphasizing every bulging muscle, every throbbing vein, every gorgeous curve of her warrior-like physique—which, despite being a paramount of muscles, was still, thanks to her hourglass profile, just as feminine-looking as mine. «How is that even possible?!» I wondered while feeling my legs weaker and meeker.
The answer laid in her height. As to be expected from that freak of nature, that power mountain of muscles was just as tall as she was hard! And steamy! God, I felt my neck would break if I had to look any further up to see her head. Being a girl who’s particularly attracted to taller dudes, seeing such tremendous height on a girl made me… weird. Fuzzy. So cozy down my cooch. “H-how… *cough!* How tall is she again?”
The man by my side couldn’t answer. He was cumming. I could see quite clearly, in his exasperated face, that she was shooting fat loads right in his underwear. I could almost hear it squishing, along with the penises of all the other men on the gym—and the cunts of the women for good measure.
How can I pretend it would be any different? My own pussy was drooling like a waterfall. Okay, maybe not so much, but the truth is that my panties were drenched! Fucking wet and bloated, with my labia so swollen they were almost swallowing the cloth of my garment. I was really this fucking aroused, and that muscle beauty knew very well the power she had on all of us: “MY FUCKING MUSCLES ARE BURNING, GOD!!” She couldn’t communicate in a normal voice, apparently; all she could do was… shout! Grunt! ROAR! She was a beast in a woman’s body, and she was proud of it! Her muscles rippled and multiplied as… something weird… seemed to go on between her legs.
I heard squishing noises beside me. When I looked to see what it was, I found out that someone had literally cum in the middle of the gym! Not only that, but everyone—and I mean everyone!—had dark spots in their shorts. That woman was literally making a whole fucking gym orgasm just with the power of her muscles, of her… «virility!» I licked my lips, walking closer to her with my wobbly legs.
I turned around. “What?”
The poor muscle man I’d been talking too was panting while looking at the ceiling, his eyes bulging out of his sockets and a huge dark spot growing in his shorts—I gotta give him that: he came like a fountain. “She’s seven feet tall. We measured it! That woman freak is just too much…”
I left him talking and cumming on his own. It didn’t attract me to see such a big guy—easily well over six feet—babbling and moaning like a girl. Biting my lower lip, what I wanted was to get a taste of that horse of a lady flaunting her physique in the middle of the gym. As I got to ten feet away from her, however, I felt something hot in my whole body. “Ouch!”
The titan woman chuckled. Her flexing show had stopped, and her eyes were now turned… to me! “Careful now, newbie!” She winked. “I don’t want you burning yourself with my power.” Then, before I had the chance to say anything, even to reflect on how cocky and arrogant her words were… the whole world rumbled around me! *Booom!* It was even like a bomb had exploded in a far, distant place, yet the earthquake had struck the building down to its core. My legs, which were already wobbly, almost failed me completely as I was forced to hold on to a nearby bench press machine to not fall. The muscle giant had just flexed her left arm, and the force from it… Jesus fucking Christ! How the fuck am I supposed to describe it?!
“Big!” Like a fool, I muttered while looking at her… humongous!… fucking!… biceps! “So big!!”
Her incredible shoulder grew wider and wider. Her muscles were multiplying! That goddamned freak was growing before my very eyes, and if that had been all her show, it would already had been the most spectacular display of power any human had ever witnessed—yet it wasn’t half of it. “Ready to see something amazing, honey?” She looked at me, her goddess face almost burning my eyes with her radiant beauty.
“Fuck! You’re gorgeous!” Unbeknownst to me, my legs had been spread out as my lips confessed that which was obvious for anyone with eyes: that Amazon with a body of an Alpha bull also had the face of Aphrodite—if Aphrodite could crush a hundred man with a single hand. She was not just “gorgeous;” she was astoundingly beautiful! If all the Miss Universes in the world had been rolled out into a single face, this face wouldn’t amount to a tenth of her… striking!… irresistible… cunt-swelling beauty! “By god… ohh!!” What was happening…?! “What is happening to me?!”
With the cocky smile of a conquering stud, that muscle goddess locked her pitch-black eyes on mine: “you’re cumming. Come.” She flexed her muscles some more. “I want three orgasms out of you… right… now!” Then, with a powerful flex…
“Aaahh!” I could barely register what had just happened: I was on my knees, on the ground, squirting so hard that a literal puddle was forming between my legs. That woman hadn’t just achieved something no guy ever did, something I myself thought was impossible for me—to squirt!—, but she had also turned my cunt into a hose, squirting jets so hard I felt my muscular inner thighs burning with so much sauce. “Fuck, god!!”
My eyes went all the way deep into to my skull. I couldn’t resist it! Just as the first orgasm started to subside, my nipples hardened, my huge breasts bounced and stiffened, then my whole body was seized by yet another unbelievable orgasm, this time much stronger and much more embarrassing than the previous one.
I hadn’t (yet) forgotten I was in the gym. I just didn’t care anymore: that orgasm was so deep and mind-blowing I felt the cocks of a hundred studs taking turn on my cunt, which was now spewing juices so hard a bit of steam came with them! “GOD!!” I banged my head against the ground and crammed my fingers in my cunt, ripping the fabric of my shorts apart and seizing my throbbing, raging clit with my ravenous fingers. The squirts that came out of me were so hard they sprinkled through all the way to the wall, and there they splashed like several hoses watering a soccer field.
My third orgasm was triggered along with them—an orgasm so strong, so indescribably powerful that it tore the soul out of my body. “AAAAHHH…!!!” *Boom!* Just like this, with a high-pitched scream, my whole body fell on the ground, and I woke up only many hours later, seeing the powerful demon woman bench-pressing well over a ton in weights with her powerful, godly legs.
“Evening, my love. Ready to fuck?”
My head was all over the place as I heard her powerful, confident words spoken in such a resounding and self-assured tone!—and looked around at the gym, seeing it all dark and empty. “D-d-did I…??” It took me a few minutes to recompose myself and reorganize my thoughts. “Did I pass out?”
Without pausing her exercise nor breaking a drop of sweat, the inhuman woman simply replied: “yep.” For her, it seemed no more explanation was required. It did for me.
“Well… h-how… why? How did I…?”
I heard her chuckles as her legs rumbled, her muscles bloated, and she started pushing those weights twice as fast—the machine was completely full, the gigantic weights almost falling off, and the entire gym shook as she bench-pressed them so effortlessly. “My love, you slept for about nine hours. I evacuated the gym so we could have some privacy.” Then she just continued to press, harder and faster, expelling steam through her nostrils while licking her fat, luscious lips. “I’m going to nail you.” Her legs picked up yet more steam! “I’m gonna bang you like an army of dudes can’t. You’re gonna love it, beautiful!” She started grunting in between words, as if her body had finally started to notice anything about that strenuous exercise. “You gonna love it so fucking much ain’t no other dick that’s ever satisfying you!” An earthquake had basically started all over again. “Let me just finish my warm-up, love! Let me finish my warm-up so… *grrr!*… I can properly bang the soul out of your cunt!”
Did she say “dick?” What the fuck did she mean by that? «Wait!» I shook my head. «Wait a moment!» I looked down to my legs and realized they were still numb, almost fully paralyzed. What the fuck was happening to me? «Am I…?» The heat in my pussy was almost overwhelming. «Am I pissing myself?»
Nah. I was cumming. To be precise, I was squirting: beautiful, steamy lines of female orgasm glistened by the moonlight as they were ejected at moderate pressure from my cunt. Despite having spent hours asleep, my cunt was still engorged. Though women never show such visible sights of arousal, my cunt was reacting more like the butt of a female baboon or some comparable animal: its labia were bustling and chiming, faint steam coming out of my aroused, hyper-sensitive skin, and the juices were being squirted in gradually greater volumes as I felt the heat overtake my heart and make it race against my breasts.
With a thunderous metal clank of the machine, the muscle monster stood up. “God!!” Unable to retake control of my own body, I squirted my soul out all over again: the juices splashed against the ground like a high-pressure hose. I came. “Aaaahh!!” I came. “Aaaah!!!” I came and I came and I came again, looking up with tears in my bulging eyes, feeling my heart rising up my throat and all my insides quivering and twitching under the immense arousal that overtook and tamed every fucking nerve in my organism. I was cumming on a downright molecular level. “FUCK!!” Massive jets of pussy juice erupted from between my legs, forming puddles and little lakes on the ground, staining everything on their path and finally sprinkling on the goddess’s voluminous muscles.
“Delicious!” She smacked her lips and walked towards me. “Absolutely delicious.”
The ground shook at her every step. The orgasms just kept piling up, sucking the air out of my lungs. “Please!!” I could feel the tears down on my cheeks, dripping in my mouth. I was crying so hard with pleasure I was almost drinking my own tears. “Make it… AAAH!!!” Another massive, ungodly orgasm took me out for a second or two. I’m not joking: I blanked out and woke up in an instant, just as my head hit the ground. Once I opened my eyes and saw the muscles of that goddess even nearer—you guessed it—I came again. And again. And again. “AAAHH!!!”
*Craaash!* One window was shattered by my piercing scream. Jets emerged from my pussy so bulky and hot I felt dizzy. I was cumming so much and so brutally my body was getting dehydrated. As I laid on my back and rested my hands on the ground, I felt it all wet. «No!!» Even my mind was struggling to think. «D-don’t you t-tell me…!» Concomitantly, my tongue swerved all over my lips, brimming with desire. «Don’t you tell me all that…!»
Yep. It was cum. Woman cum. Ounces and ounces of it. I think a whole gallon. It should be impossible for a woman—any female of any species, for that matter!—to cum so much and so hard, let alone on such a short frame of time. “What the fuck are you!”
The muscled giantess cracked her knuckles, looking at me with pure, infernal thirst. “I am the woman who’s gonna extract a million orgasms out of your body.” Just to prove how serious she was, she performed a massive flex of every freaking muscle of her towering being, pushing the puddles of cum along with my body a few inches away on the ground.
“Fuck!!” I felt my skin burn again. It was the same feeling as when she first flexed a single arm near me that evening.
The goddess wasn’t yet done: casting aside her bracelets and her earrings, as well as any other minor piece of jewelry she had in her body, she demoness took on a proud, warrior stance, with only the clothes remaining in her body, stretched by her overwhelming muscles.
“Look at me, little woman.” She smirked, and her body seemed to swell a little. “Look at this goddess as she rips her clothes out of her body just by flexing her awesome…” She flexed her arms. Her biceps swelled to the same girth as my waist. “Hard…!” She flexed her legs. The ground seemed to bend beneath her feet. “Fucking hot…!!” She raised her arms and performed a double flex. Her over-stretched clothes finally began to tear. “MUSCLES!!”
With another massive, overblow super flex, the clothes exploded out of her body. Literally! I’m not kidding: like a thousand elastic strands stretched beyond their limits, her clothes burst from her body and hit everything around her at incredibly high speeds and intense, almost rock-shattering force. *Boom-boom-bang!!* I saw barbels and weights being pushed out of their stands, with the ground being whipped and teared by the strands of her shorts, and finally there was me, a mere little woman next to that mare-goddess, receiving one of those bullet-speed pieces of cloth right in my fucking face.
“Oow!” I didn’t even have time to scream: *bang!* When the piece of cloth hit me, blood came pouring out of my nose and mouth. I was thrown back on the ground, my head hitting the floor hard, my skull almost splitting. “Aaah!!” I screamed, raising my hands to my head as if trying to keep it together. “Fuck!!”
For the first time since I’d seen her, the giantess showed something other than cockiness and arrogance in her voice; she showed concern. “Are you alright, my love?” Next thing I felt, my head was cocooned in her powerful arms. “Please, love, speak to me.” Her voice was sweet and docile like a child’s. “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry to have hurt you!”
The blood, the headache, the pain… none of that mattered when I was embroiled in such mighty, superhuman muscles. “You… so fucking… strong!” The last word left my lips like a gasp, and the powerful woman reverted back to her usual, cocky self.
“Let me give you a good kiss, my adored, so that your head will heal by mine…” She shuttered before she said: “superhuman power.”
I giggled. I thought that’d been just a joke. «It only can be, right?» Then, her gorgeous, fat lips drew nearer to my forehead. «Right?» The only thing I felt next was an overwhelming, sprawling coolness of over my body, emanating from the wound in my forehead where she planted her long kiss. The hotness of my orgasms suddenly subsided, replaced instead by an incomparable freshness, as if I was standing in the edge of an Icelandic fjord.
“God!” The air left my lungs, my whole body in one long, adoring exclamation. Though I’d never been much of a believer, I had tasted a piece of heaven right at that moment, just as the exulting sensation was leaving my body. “God!!” Once the coolness went away, the orgasms returned: “no!!” My body was overtaken by another myriad of squirting orgasms, each so powerful I could fell the torrents burning between my legs, the waves of countless ounces of female juices crashing and splashing on the ground, endlessly, mercilessly. “NO!!”
My headache was gone, but it appeared that so would all my bodily fluids. “You can stop cumming now.” The goddess spoke, and then, just like that… *vush!* My labia bloated and hardened, and my cunt shut itself off like a chastity belt. “Oh, god!!” The orgasms still didn’t subside, though—they could only stop so fast, after all, after shaking me with a near heart-shattering intensity. “Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!!”
Within half a minute, though, I was panting, sweating, almost hyperventilating, but no longer orgasming. My mind took a little longer to return completely to normal, but once all its pieces had settled into place, I finally took my chance to give a closer look on that goddess’s massive body and… all the destruction she had wrecked in that place.
“My god!!” I covered my mouth once I saw her face so close to mine, with her tremendous breasts dwarfing even my own. I was a double-D cup, but that monster was easily beyond an G—if such class of breasts even existed. They weren’t monstrous when taking her size into account (in fact, they looked large, but also quite adequate and proportional), but next to me a single of them easily outclassed my whole fucking torso. “Fucking hell!!” There was no cock in the world large enough to penetrate those massive boobs—though a few seconds later I would learn how wrong this assessment was.
“Enjoying what you see?”
Not only was I enjoying it, but my body was constantly on the verge of another blistering, titanic orgasm. “You’re so…” The words could barely leave my throat. My hand went to the goddess’s face, feeling her heat and power with a simple caress of her flawless skin. “My god! You’re so…”
“Perfect.” She completed, squeezing my body just a little, her fingers feeling like baseball bats on my back. “I know it. I know it all, ‘cause I heard it all.” Her tongue did a sensuous dance over her gorgeous, blood-scarlet lips. God! My brain was working overtime so that every nerve of my body wasn’t seized by a chemical and sensorial overdose! “A goddess!” Those gorgeous lips drew themselves into a climax-inducing orgasm, and then her words just kept pouring, graver and sexier as she listed all the compliments she received on a daily basis: “Flawless. Powerful. Superior. Divine. Muscular. Built. A horse! A mare! A woman as big as a bull… and a thousand times as virile!” She winked. “I’m also endowed like a bull, my love.” She moved her waist. “You can’t even begin to understand how perfect a sex machine I am.” She moved just a little further up. It dawned on me that, after that hit, I hadn’t taken a chance to admire her perfect body. “I am primed for breeding… and I am going to breed you, my dear.” She caressed my belly, making my eggs and my womb burn. “I am going to pump you with gallons of m superior seed and have you giving birth to dozens of my powerful offspring until your eggs are rotten and your womb falls off.” She squeezed my (huge) buttocks like they were mere grapes in her fingers. Ouch! “Not that they will fall off so soon. You’re ripe.” Her smile gained a devilish, outright demonic contour! “You’re fresh and you’re lush and you’ll last long with my dick—despite me having no intention to take mercy on your sweet, tight pussy.”
My head was swirling. What was she…? “I don’t get it.” I told her straight. “You’re a woman, right?”
“Then how come…?”
She answered me not with words, but with attitude: she laid me on the ground and stood up. The moonlight vanished by the shadow that covered my entire body. «Oh, my god.» My mind short-circuited. My tongue was next: “oh, my god!”
Before me was… no. No, no, no, that couldn’t be a… That just couldn’t, it wasn’t fucking possible! Women weren’t supposed to have a… beast!… like that!
“Oh, my god!” Despite the power of her magic, my pussy exploded again: the juices were sprayed several feet in front of me, and the burning that ravished my body was only (slightly) weaker than the admiration that locked my eyes on that… inhuman… beastly… godlike member!
“Oh… my… god!!” I started panting and hyperventilating, and my heart went all the way up my throat again, threatening to suffocate me oh my own arousal. “That’s not… that cannot be!!”
But it was: that was a penis. A huge one. Not just a huge penis, but an inhumanly big one. Scratch that: at first glance, even the unmistakable shape of that breeding rod couldn’t be accepted as that of a cock. No cock on Earth was that monstrously huge, let alone so thick.
My pussy was unloading gallons. My body, though, was frozen and sweating cold. Suddenly, all time seemed to stop, and all I could see, all I could think about was that image which would be forever embed in my mind (and soon, in my cunt): the world’s biggest, fattest, hardest, strongest cock, paired by a set of the two mightiest, heaviest, hottest bison balls I had ever seen.
She wasn’t a horse—horses had micro-penises compared to that. She was, quite simply, on a class of her own. «A goddess!!» My mind burned, and soon my whole body tensed up as the giantess moved closer to me.
“Let’s see: how am I going to fuck you first?”
And just like that, with a scream straight from my heart, my pussy unloaded another cup of creamy squirt—the first of the many gallons she would effortlessly extract from me that night, that weekend, that whole fucking month.
I was her slave—yet my enslavement was just about to begin!
Part 2 – A thousand orgasms per second
My screams echoed in the empty gym as the giantess had her way with me. There were dozens, nay, hundreds of bodies laying around us, but I paid them no heed. The pleasure from her fingers up my cunt was just too overwhelming, too demonic and extreme for me to even have consciousness of my surroundings. “Aaah!! Aaah!! AAAH!!” As my orgasms piled up, so did my pain: there was such a thing as cumming so much and so hard that your life is at stake. Of course, I never thought such a thing would be possible, not even in my wildest fantasies, but that giantess, that day, right there in the floor of the gym, was opening up these new frontiers of bestial pleasure to me—and I couldn’t be more grateful, nor more hateful for that!
“Let’s see: how do I start fucking you?” Her words still lingered in my mind as she approached me with her massive body. Her posture displayed absolute confidence, a kind of cocky bravado I hadn’t seen even in the biggest, strongest of men in my life. I was sure that no other creature on Earth, human or not, was even half as self-assured as that giantess of love and power—and her beyond-masterful touch on my body for the next thirty minutes would prove the reason for all this confidence.
I was cumming my brains out. The monster woman had laid by my side and scooped me like a little baby. I opened up to her like a flower on spring, even though every nerve on my body told me that was a terrible, terrible idea. «If you surrender to her here, now,» screamed the voices inside of me, «she’ll make you her personal slave forever.» I knew it beforehand, yet I couldn’t resist it: with a snap of her fingers, my legs spread open. Her lips made mine in a hellish embrace, and I started orgasming right there, with her incredible kiss, feeling inch and inch of her endless tongue splurge on my insides, make thing with my throat no dick has ever managed to achieve on my pussy.
Before I knew it, she was fondling my inner thighs. The feeling of insignificance next to her was heart-stopping, pussy-melting. She was so big! So… inhuman! Her muscles made rumbling noises with the slightest of movements. I’d always thought of myself one of the strongest, most ripped women any guy has ever met, though in every category imaginable that giantess blew me out of the water: she stood at over seven feet and six inches, dwarfing my own six feet of height. In terms of muscle, fuck me, she was a bull-turned-woman: muscles atop of muscles, all glistening and rippling in a noisy sexual mess, creating a hypnotic dance on her light-brown skin and allowing for extreme features that, in any other woman, would look crude and an unappealing.
“PLEASE!!” I screamed. “STOP!!” My pussy was burning! Fire! There was literally fire bursting from it—or so I imagined. “YOU’RE GONNA… AAAHH!!!” Hundreds of screams blocked my throat. “YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME-AAAAH!!!”
The monster didn’t relent; she attacked! Her fingers on my twat and her tongue all over my body was a sensorial overload too powerful for me to withstand. I came in wearing a very tight set of clothes, yet under her touch every piece of cloth came out in an effortless stripping. Her power was so ludicrous that, with gestures so subtle not even an eagle eye could notice, she literally ripped my tight lycra shirt out of my bust, searing it with her finger like a laser bean.
While I screamed, the monster said nothing. Her focus on my orgasmic undoing was so extreme this alone added another layer of nerve-twisting climaxes to my cunt. “FU-UU-UCK!!” I started coughing in between orgasms. My throat was utterly, absolutely ruined after so much screaming—yet there was so much more to come. “FUCK!!” The juices were pouring out of my cunt like the Niagara. They. Just. Didn’t. Stop. Coming! “AAAAHH!!!”
I didn’t stop cumming, and it was just like that monster wanted: a handful of infinite orgasms out of my body, sealing my soul to hers for all eternity.
Then, to my utter shock and surprise, I heard her voice; her grave and rumbling timbre extracted a few more ounces of cream from my cunt again: “a thousand, three hundred and thirty-one.” She smiled. “Over thirteen hundred orgasms out of you, my baby, and my fingers are barely feeling the heat of your cunt.” With her powerful mouth, she sucked and licked my neck like she was going to eat my head whole. The splashing sounds of my squirting orgasm reflected the absolutely sorry state of the gym: every piece of equipment or square inch of the ground was roasted by my creamy, steamy spunk. As my mind recovered just a little and I could finally take a peek at my surroundings, I discovered that we were laying on a massive lake of probably over twenty gallons of steamy juice.
Twenty gallons of cum she had drilled out of my cunt—or, as she herself put it: “an entrée.” Her smiled beamed with the fires of hell. “You’re easily the strongest warm-up I ever had—though you should better beware of getting too cocky, love…”
Her fingers laid still inside my cunt. She took them out. With the smile of Satan himself, the monster goddess cracked her knuckles and flexed her muscles.
I came. God, I came again upon seeing that biological perfection flaunting her muscular power all over me. My body felt crushed on her otherwise caring embrace. She didn’t want to hurt me, sure, but a woman as massive and powerful as her sometimes had no option: like an elephant playing with an ant, every slightest movement of her threatened to shatter every bone in my body into a thousand little pieces.
She was a killing machine dedicated solely to my pleasure—and I didn’t know if that was more scary than arousing or vice-versa.
Scary. As her fingers soon proved to me, she was definitely way more scary. “Time to cum, my baby.” Her fingers played with the puddle of cum before reentering my sore, steamy pussy. I heard the splashes and felt the drops of water on my skin. My body was really hyperventilating. Faint steam came out of my pussy, showing how the extreme images that laid in my memory were not just a fruit of my imagination. “I mean: time to reeeally cum.” She said, I before I knew it…”
“No! Stop!” My body almost…! “AAAAH!!!” …exploded!!
My pussy certainly did: the sound of the water fountain bursting from my cunt at one point resembled that of a fighter jet taking off. My legs were washed away by the extreme loads that kept rushing out of my organism, enough juice to fill a bathtub, and then some! How was I still alive, fuck, that was a question for future scientists to answer. All that I knew in the moment is that, next to that inhuman beast… “AAAH!! AAAH!!! AAA-AAAH!!!” I myself became a little inhuman.
The torture session went on for ten more minutes—ten minutes, however, which were at least twice as painful and extreme as the first thirty. My body had sunk into a dark place were every inch of myself was attacked by succubi demons; something like a thousand lightning bolts filling every nerve of my body with orgasms, or something even more extreme than that.
Hell if I knew. I was just cumming! Cumming and cumming and cumming, until I stopped feeling the skin around my pussy, then all over my crotch, and just took in those orgasms in their purest form.
That monster was once again making me cum in a downright molecular level, and I couldn’t get enough of it. “MORE!!” I blurted out, finally getting from her a surprised reaction.
“More?” Her fingers vibrated, throbbed, and pumped my cunt like a thousand horses. “More?” What was already intensely ecstatic became downright savage: all of her fingers treated every fucking inch of my cunt (and surrounding pelvis) like I had fifty Adonises eating me out! Sex with Apollo himself wouldn’t be that good. In fact, should that woman ever meet a Greek god, she would lay waste to his whole being in record time—then she would go on to the rest of the Olympian Pantheon and lay utter sexual destruction to all the gods and goddesses, and their mythological beasts as well.
“Come for me, baby, come!” She demanded, and every fucking pore in my body opened up to let out a big gush of steam. I screamed! My breasts, already so big and heavy before I met her, were swelling to a point I really thought they would explode.
And they did, in fact, though it was a very different kind of explosion: with my beautiful double-D cups becoming as hard as titanium, its nipples twitched and stretched out to allow for an explosion of milk: *squiiiiiish…!!* Fat lines of milk burst all the way up to the metal ceiling, hitting it with a loud, metallic splash that reverberated across the gym, then finally raining back into my body, where it sizzled upon contact with my volcanic scalding skin. “AAAHEEE…!!!”
Around us, I could hear some walls creaking, some glasses creaking, and some weights falling from their places, so extreme were my screams, so tremendous were the vibrations of my body on the floor. My breasts kept creaming milk in biblical quantities, showering as both as the undaunted demoness muttered her approval of me: “good, good.” She licked her lips, her pitch-black eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction. “Cream yourself good for you goddess; for the goddess of your pussy!” She then twisted her fingers in an indescribable, irresistible way inside my cunt, turning me into a leaving, breathing machine gun of female orgasms.
“OHMYFUCKINGGAAAAWD…!!!” My scream was shut just as it began: the goddess seized my mouth into a passionate kiss, ramming her unbelievable tongue inside my throat, making its way all the way to my stomach while making every fucking inch of my insides cum, cum, cum!
My pussy was bursting with cream and steam while my massive tits expelled milk at regular intervals. My whole body was shivering with visible waves on my skin, the pleasure making itself visible thanks to the rhythmic contractions of all my muscle fibers. Seen from above, one could see a fractal pattern on the waves that formed upon my muscles, like a kaleidoscopic dance made of flesh and cum. «J-JESUS!!»
My head was fire. Seriously: I could see nothing but a glaring light. Everything beneath my bellybutton was now gone; I couldn’t feel a single nerve of my body except for the pleasure. I had literally been turned paraplegic by that goddess’s touch, and all I could ever hope for, in the faintest slices of thought that still remained in my mind, was that this wasn’t a permanent thing—and, in that midst of all that orgasmic madness, I really couldn’t be sure of that. «FUCKFUCKFUCK…!!»
The goddess withdrew her tongue from me, making me gaggle, cough, then spit and sneeze saliva. The droplets of mine and her saliva flew in an arch in the air, glimmering with the moonlight, as she “whipped” her tongue up upon leaving my throat. “A thousand, seven hundred and eighty-four, orgasms.” Her fingers picked up pace on my pussy, and I could swear that they were a mere blur inside it. “I’m gunning for two thousand baby.” My pussy secreted loud bursts of squirt, splashing violently on the ground, creating decent waves all over the floor. The bodies that were laid all around me started being washed by the growing waves. That monster of a lady was drilling a whole ocean of cum out of me—and all of that, per her very own words, was nothing but “a nice warm-up, girl. Once we hit your two-thousandth orgasm, let’s aim at three thousand.” Her face once again became demonic. “And we ain’t stopping until I took every single orgasm I intended out of you. So, if ya wanna pass out,” her fingers became just so very brutal, “you pass out now. My mare.” I could swear she was making a shake out of my pussy, but… fuck! It was so outstandingly good! “There’s no shame in tapping out after you’ve achieved way more than almost all my past lovers.”
Almost all, she said?? «Who the fuck…?!» My mind tried to ponder, but every nerve in me was just pure, distilled orgasm, a state of perpetual, almost heavenly cumming. Who the fuck could have possibly resisted more orgasms than I was? That was the question my mind wanted to have made, and still to this day, when I’m still cumming… right now!… oooh!!… upon remembering… fuck!… upon remembering the things those fingers did… aaahh!… to me… oh, fuck!…
Fuck. Even to this day I have no idea how anyone could be stronger than I was. But, anyway, I never thought a woman like her could be possible, so maybe superhumans are indeed much more common than science would let us think. All that mattered in that moment, of course, was meeting her orgasmic expectations—and then going to infinity and beyond.
My two thousandth orgasm was achieved within three minutes of that goddess speaking, and we both celebrated it in our own peculiar ways: I, for once, creamed a truly epic amount of milk though my harder-than-steel tits, and she, very much in character, finally blessed my aroused aureola with her thick, gorgeous lips, sucking a single tit of mine like she was going to rip my soul along with the milk. “FUUUCK!!!” A brief, yet booming scream erupted from my throat as the goddess ate a good third of my massive tit, proceeding then to suck it with such inhuman strength that an entire bucket of milk erupted through my battered nipple, filling up her mouth immediately and making her cheeks bloat.
Needless to say, that bestial degree of suction, with superior force to maybe a whole rhino’s lungs, ripped a hundred simultaneous, world-shattering orgasms out of my cunt, and my shower of spunk easily reached across halfway the gym, with sprinkles going as high as the ceiling, joining the milk that was splattered from my other tit.
Completely losing control of myself, my powerful legs, with their thick, mare-like thighs started kicking madly on the ground, lifting my crotch up and hosing every single fucking inch of that place with my hoses of cum. Those kicks had enough force to flip me around, if the giantess wasn’t holding me still, and just as my movements became aggressive, so did her grip on me, its strength rising naturally, almost instinctively to meet mine, her managing to always keep a foot ahead of me.
Her voracious gulping added another fifty orgasms to my cunt, amounting to over a hundred and fifty in just under a second! Her sounds were utterly manly: she drank from my left tit like a lion possessing his mate or stallion breeding his harem of mares, and her throat (already so thick) doubled in girth to allow for the gallons of milk she so effortlessly drank out of my body.
It was at that point that I noticed that my tits had actually enlarged thanks to the milk: a natural double-D, I was now firmly into E-cup territory, and quickly making my way up to double-E, then triple-E, threatening to even at one point surpass the much superior G-cup goddess. «GOD!!» The tits didn’t even need to throb so that the milk was squirted out at insane speeds; the mere pressure inside of them already did the trick. The milk was bursting at an intense, yet steady pace, the hose from my right tits splashing on the ceiling in one unbroken torrent. «I’M GOING TO DIE!! I’M GOING TO DIE!! I’M GOING TO…»
Cum! “OOOAAAHHH…!!!” Rivers of female cum exploded out of my cunt with a force great enough to make it splash even back at my own face. My body was being showered now under my own milk and nectar. *pop!* Adding some thirty orgasms to my mix, the goddess took her mouth out of my tits. “Three thousand orgasms.” Even she seemed amazed at the amount of cum my body was able to withstand, as well as to produce. “My beautiful mare.” She licked her lips, threads of milk dripping from all her mouth. One line of milk in particular came out of her left nostril, meaning that my torrents were strong even for her standards! Upon realizing that, fuck, my nipples “came” even harder, splashing milk on the goddess’s face, only for her to laugh and condemn me: “fine. You proved me you can come over a thousand times in less than ten seconds. Well,” her fingers stopped, then adopted an “attack stance” I’d never before felt inside of me. “Let’s go for ten thousand.”
Splashes. Splashes and hoses and explosions of cum nectar from my pussy. Time had disappeared from my mind, and probably from real life altogether. My body was a wind whirl of orgasms and relentless cumming. I was dead, I was alive, I was both and the same time, and then some: a third state of life. A parallel reality. “AAAAHHH…!!!” My screams echoed around me, taking human shape, bodies of their own, and then sticking their tongue out and licking all of my being while penetrating me in every orifice with their fingers, their cocks, their pussies, and making me cum, cum, cum!
«Wait, wait!» Suddenly… «where am I??»
It was like reality had changed around me, yet it was all the same: the iron bars, the walls, the gym… everything the same. «Fuck!» The only thing different was, I guess, the size of the pool of cum around me, which reached from wall to wall in the place. «Jesus!» The sensation inside was so weird: it was like an undying vacuum on my lungs. The air fought to fill them back up, but the emptiness just persisted, so my breast felt slightly lighter at one moment, then heavier again at another. «What the fuck…?!»
No time to think: as I laid there, my back on the ground, the sounds of iron being pumped caught my attention. «Did I just travel in time?» No. Night was still high. If anything, I had “traveled” into the future; the moon didn’t shine through the windows anymore. It was midnight, probably early in the morning, and the neighborhood was as dead and silent as a neighborhood could be—safe from her sounds, of course. «Her!» I tried to look at the source of the sound, but realized «fuck!» My body twitched helplessly on the ground. «I can’t…!» A slight panic took over me. «I cannot move!»
I literally felt nothing in my entire body. Nothing. Zeet! Niet! I was like a person whose consciousness had been trapped on a tetraplegic, vegetative body: I sense my surroundings, but couldn’t do much else. The one thing I could do, however, was to speak: “h-help!” Fuck. Even my lips felt sodomized. The word left them all wrong and wobbly, like a retard speaking. “H-help!”
I heard the sound of weights being dropped, then a massive fucking creature getting up and walking towards me. “You’re awake.” She spoke, her voice adding to the rumble of the place. “Let me help you.”
Just like this, the giantess picked me up and laid me on a bench press, massaging her body with her salami-sized muscle fingers. One by one, my nerves came back into place—and with the nerves, so did the… “aah!! Aaaah!!” Orgasms! “FUCK!!”
My pussy squirted another long thread of juices, and the goddess was quick in seizing it with her fingers. Multiple orgasms reverberated inside of me. Gushes of cum exploded out of my quivering queeny, enough loads to fill up a sink. “Didn’t get enough orgasms, did you?”
“AAHH!! FUCK!!” I tried to focus: “did I… fuck!!… did I pass out again?!”
The goddess nodded. “You slept for two hours. Usually, I wouldn’t pay attention to you, for I can’t waste time on partners that faint too often.” Her fingers kept working my insides while her other hand massaged my breasts, making the milk inside them burn! “However, you’re a special case: you fainted twice, yes, but your second dropdown was because you were overloaded with orgasms.”
«Overloaded with orgasms!» She would have giggled if she wasn’t cumming and screaming so hard. «Fuck! Only a woman like her could use a term like this!»
She looked around the gym, seeing the dozens of muscular, naked male (and some female) bodies on the place. She tried to sort out her next question, but the orgasms proved to be too much a drain on her brain as it was in her physique: «fuck!! Fuck!!» For every word, three loud gushes from my cunt. «How can she so easily draw these juices from me?!»
The mountain of orgasms only became greater as the monstress laid her lips on my breasts and started sucking them up all over again. “AAAH!!!” I hit her on her abs… only to cause my fists to nearly splinter!
Her muscles reverberated: for every gulp of fat, scorching milk she took, her entire musculature bloated and rumbled. *Booom! Boom! Booom!* Seriously, it was like she had a fucking machine inside of her!
“What the fuck… AAAH!!!” I tried to speak, but by god, how strong those orgasms were! “P-please!! C-can I just get a rest… for a fucking second?!”
She withdrew her fingers from me and stood up. “Fine.” Her cocky smile could make an Alpha male cum on the spot! “I also need you ready for my cock!”
Oh, yes, her cock. How the fuck did I even forget about it? «Fuck! Fuck!!» That’s why: those godforsaken orgasms! «Jesus Christ! It’s like my pussy is on an automatic mode of cumming! Fuck!! FUCK!!!» One stronger than the other. “You’ve g-got a fucking cock?!” I managed to ask, feeling my throat burn and my stomach almost spill out its contents through it—those orgasms made my whole body cramped and hurting, after all.
Instead of talking, the beautiful giantess simply took her monstrous limp member with a hand and lifted it up. The size of that thing made my heart shrink in fear and my nipples harden like steel. I came hard through my pussy and lactated like a fertile cow through my massive tits. As a woman who always liked manly things, seeing that inhumane, literally fantastical cock hovering over me, in the flesh, was enough to give not just my pussy, but my very organs multiple orgasms.
“Fuck!! Fuck!! FUCK!!!”
The monstress simply smiled, knowing the effect she had on all living beings. “I’m sorry to gift your eyes with such a small appetizer.” Her giant hand moved around the flesh of that monstrous gland, pulling its foreskin and revealing a crown fatter than two conjoined fists. “I promise you: I’m much more of a grower than I am a shower.” By that time, my pussy was a hose: even the ceiling was stained by my cum explosions as I put my hands over it and tried—just tried!—to contain my biblical orgasms. “I’m twenty-four inches limp. A pencil dick, I know, but just you wait until I start pumping this dick… uuurr!… with gallons of my scorching blood!”
She didn’t just brag; she delivered: with slow and sensuous motions, she pumped that titanic limp cock with her hand, making it puke buckets of jelly, transparent precum on my body. “GOD!!” When the first gallon of lubricant hit my belly, I felt my four-pack abs being crushed by something like a sack of bricks. The weight of that goo was unreal! For fuck’s sake! How could a woman be so virile? “Y-your d-dick…!!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” She rolled her eyes and turned her cock to my face. “Shut up and drink it.”
“Aah…!” There were no more words for me, only precum: with a loud slush after another fat, noisy splash, the gallons of precum kept being poured into my opened mouth, which had no option but to gulp as much as it could take. Just as the first gulp passed through my throat, however… «Jesus!!» My body jolted. It was multiple orgasms, yes, but it was also… life! Juvenescence! «God!! I feel like pure power!!» In the blink of an eye, my body was not only reenergized, but greedy and thirsty: I was reaching out to that goddess’s cock with my hands, trying to greedily pump its virile seed into my face… then straight into my womb.
“Nah-ah-ah!” With a mere flicker of her pinky, she pushed my hands away, and I swear that, had she wanted to, she would have shattered my wrists in the process. “You don’t touch it now. This god cock is too much for your puny organism—yet.” Steam burst from her nostrils as she cracked her knuckles and pumped that beauty again. “I need to ready you. Make you worthy! I’m going to breed nice and hot, and leave you nothing but a pile of flesh and cum, your pussy gaping with pounds of my semen, yet you’ll be begging for more… forever!”
Her confidence was downright insane—but, anyway, I too would be that cocky if I had a twenty-four-inch limp cock on my waist. “You…!! Gurp!!” I tried to speak, but was drowned under gallons of hot precum every second. «Fuck!» If not for the orgasms piling up inside me, that would have been a very painful experience. «How can her precum be so fucking hot?»
It felt like she was unloading a very warm, sizzling-hot stew over my body. Steam filled the place like a sauna. Soon, I felt my belly gently bulging, with the liquid making its way down into it despite my body being laid vertically on the bench. «Jesus!» Its weight was so tremendous I felt my stomach hurting. Its heat cooked me alive from inside out. Coughing, I reached out through the layer of lubes that covered me and tapped the muscles of her legs. “Fuck!!” I screamed under the lube, and the air formed big, dense bubbles where I could breathe my own carbon monoxide. “Fuck!!” By touching her skin, I had given myself another set of destructive orgasms: “GOD!!”
My pussy hosed juices like there was no tomorrow. Noticing my desperation, the giantess moved her meat pole away, turning it down on my waist as she cleaned the pre-spunk from my face. “What a cuttie little muscle Amazon we have here.” She pumped her donkey dick with the confidence of someone who was long used to its power. Volleys of fat, dense, heavy pre-spunk kept falling on my belly. As I panted, I noticed that monster slowly swelling, then shrinking, and a heavy, hard thread of precum almost spear me through the bellybutton.
*Gloorsh!!* Her juice made a deliriously thick, gooey sound! *Gooorsh!!* The monstress breathed hard, like a bull, and steam kept bursting from her nostrils like geyser. “How do you like my monster meat?”
I was aghast. I mean, what other reaction could anyone have? “Is t-this thing alive?!” It certainly looked like it: the fat arteries multiplied across its immense surface, and even with her gigantic hand—which could easily hold my head like a coconut—the monstress could only grasp half that monster’s girth with one palm.
“I have perfect, absolute control of every one of my muscles—especially this one.” The monstress then… “Hey. Look!” She let go of the penis and lifted her arms up, holding her hands behind her head and giving me a show of massive muscular perfection. “See how I flawlessly I can control my muscles… and turn my body into a living, breathing machine of power!”
Her confidence alone took two more orgasms of my body, then, in a very torturous manner, I kept cumming nonstop, but a very different, low-key kind of orgasm: it felt like my pelvis, then all my body was constantly vibrating, as if I had struck my G-spot with a dildo at moderate intensity, yet kept it going forever. And ever. And ever…
With powerful flexes, the goddess showed off the perfection of her biologically superior physique. No animal could compare to that fleshly machine of love and power! Her triceps bloated like sheets of armor besides her torso, and her tremendous abdomen contracted and hardened into another pair of muscles, completing a 10-pack on her belly. Her breasts swelled way past the triple-G cup, landing firmly on the H-cup territory, and her legs swooned thicker than tree logs, the throbbing arteries multiplying over her body like she was about to feed herself another hundred gallons of hot, steamy blood. “Fuck, me, aaah!!” The goddess was clearly proud of her physical perfection, and she showed it through her grunts, moans, and manly growls. “Fuck, I’m so fucking powerful! Uuuuh!” She flexed her arms. The powerful bombs that were her triceps and biceps bloated audibly. “Fuck me! Look at my monster dick, my beauty! Fuck!” Her penis throbbed. “I could tear a horse in two with this baby!”
As weird as she could sometimes sound, I couldn’t deny the inhuman allure of her beastly appendage. Like, holy fucking shit! I was orgasming loudly just by beholding that behemoth gland of size and power before my eyes! On its limp state, that cock was thicker than my calf, and its fattest part—in the middle—was easily twice the rest of its girth. As it throbbed and stood up, however, I realized that beautiful aberration of a dick would easily surpass the width of my waist—and I was not a thin Barbie doll, but instead a fitness aficionada with muscle of steel.
“Jesus Christ! You’re a god!” I said it straight, with my fingers delving straight into my gushing cunt. “You’re god!! You’re god!!”
The goddess hermaphrodite smile, satisfied with my acquiescence. “Nah. This is still the cock of a mere animal.” She made her crotch vibrate, sending waves through the steel-hard muscles of her semi-erect penis. “I make my bitches faint when it grows to its fullest. Oh, but you wait, my little darling. This is still not the part where you see my member in all its glory.” Spreading away her legs, she pointed down. “This is the part where I show you… just how powerful my cock can be… when it’s only at 10% its peak hardness.”
She talked about her physique like a scientist, and I didn’t doubt she was just that: an expert connoisseur of her own physique; a human (?) who had reached the limits of human potential, then burst through it, and every passing day was walking one step closer to sexual divinity. As that incomprehensible goddess—that perfect being!—was drawing another breath, I realized her massive balls were hanging as low as her thick knees, the weight of them too great even for her own iron sack.
“Jesus fucking Christ, what gorgeous monsters!!” I penetrated myself with four fingers and gushed a few ounces of steamy squirt upon gazing on those… massive!… unreal!… fat, heavy, monstrous balls! “Semen!!” I screamed at the edge of my consciousness. “I want your semen!!”
That’s what my head went straight at with the sight of those testicles. I’d always loved men who could cum like horses, even fantasized about big, virile bulls breeding with their mares, filling them with legendary amounts of seed, but those giant, dangling balls smashed through even my filthiest of fantasies. “AAAHEE!!” I screamed, and powerful gushes kept bursting from my steamy cunt. “JESUS!!” It was impossible, in fact, to look at those balls and not to think of semen; the amount of thick, throbbing veins over their surface was superior to those in the testicles of five stallions, yet still that was a pitiful display compared to the insane thickness and number of semen ducts that surrounded her testicles. “Oh, my god!” I came. “OH, MY FUCKING GOD!!” I exploded some more.
That monstress didn’t have ducts; she had tunnels in which the thick, sloshing semen moved slow and powerful around her overgrown testicles. Her produce was so virile I could literally see the swats of semen flowing inside her ducts, circling her balls as they swelled and shriveled, sending another swat of fat, steamy spunk to their reserves. “JESUS FUCK…!!”
It was inhumane to think of the amount of semen she was visibly, audibly producing! I don’t kid you: I could literally hear her semen sloshing! “How c-can you…?!” Before I could gush about her ludicrous virility, the goddess smirked, and then her penis exploded like a water cannon. “Fuck!! Alrea-??”
I stopped and watched carefully that spunk explosion. It wasn’t actually semen, but still precum, yet the volume and strength of it was clearly like an orgasm. “H-how…?!” Then I notice that goddess’s smile, the lusty gleam in her eyes, and the rhythmic, harmonic contractions of all her muscles, and realized that orgasm—that volcanic explosion of precum—was just her casually showing off. “My god.”
I had even stopped coming as the goddess shot a continuous ocean of precum for five seconds, then ten seconds, then twenty seconds, then… “uuh, baby!” She roared. “That’s what I’m talking about! Ooh! What a lovely piss of precum, huh?” She literally punched her penis, which throbbed in response. “Nothing like a nice unload of a few pints to clear up your cock hole, don’t ya think, little bunny?”
Pints. As if! In a single second, that monstress had probably unloaded some five fucking gallons of juice! «This is unreal.» My awe completely muffled my orgasms. I rubbed my eyes, getting lots of precum on my face. «This cannot be real!!» The translucid spunk was spurting down the stairs, raining on the floor below like several waterfalls from every edge and crevice of our place, and the bodies that laid around us were slowly being swallowed by the ever-growing sea of manly juice.
Manly! A man! She was a man, but also a woman. “No, no, honey!” She said, and my heart felt squeezed by a powerful fang. “I’m no man. I really a woman.” She flexed her pelvic muscles with jaw-dropping mastery, making that monstrous, gargantuan breeding pole expel several more buckets of ball-juice. “I just have a forty-plus hard monster dick and iron balls to top it off.” As she spoke, reading my mind and sensing the combustion of my body, I felt my heart all the way up on my throat, beating between my lips, sending shivers down my spine—which were nonetheless nullified by the orgasms that returned.
The goddess’s abs danced as her body rumbled with titanic power. That beast of a god-woman could power the world’s biggest cruise ship with the energy coursing in a single of her legs, not to mention her goddamn buttocks, which were a marvel to strike orgasms in anyone who beheld it. “AAAH…!!!” Anyone like me. “Stop!! You’re killing me!!”
I screamed—not of pleasure now, but shock, for the monster lady grabbed be by the hair and pulled my torso up, leading me to her massive pussy penetrator, her gigantic womb fertilizer. “Feel my dick.” She pushed my face against her cock and squeezed my nape. I gargled madly on that dick, and my pussy reverted to spewing continuous, subsonic jets of orgasm. I was squirting like a machine gun of pussy juice, and the goddess seemed all-too pleased by my pleasure, as I felt the precum bursting inside her urethra much harder and… hotter!
“Fuck!! Fuck me, god!!” My eyes were melting! “This is hot!! This is seriously, seriously h- AAAH!!” My pussy unloaded a big one! I counted four seconds of continuous squirt-hosing while the monstress laughed and gritted her teeth. “Yes, bitch!” She roared, triumphant. “Sink your hands on these massive bull balls!” She guided my hands for me as my whole body was seized by climaxes, shaking like a snake after biting an electric cable.
Her hand… Jesus Christ, what a fucking monster she was! Her fingers were, like, each one as big as the biggest penis that had ever drilled me! I gawked to the fact she could rip my hand off clean without even noticing, yet still managed to handle me with utmost care, like an artisan making a porcelain sculpture, and then she aggressively sank my hand into her testicular meat, giving me a second layer of multiple orgasms atop the first one. “Cum. Cum your heart out by feeling the true power of a breeding machine!” She then raised her hand and laughed, adding a few more inches to the insane muscular girth of her penis. “God, I am so PERFECT!!”
Her precum shots were no longer splashing against, but frankly assaulting the walls of that gym. I didn’t care, not could I look at it, for my whole face and hands were just… dick! Dick and balls! Dick, dick, dick, balls, balls, balls! My crotch was desensitized again. «God!» My brain, all fried eggs in my skull. «Dear god…!» The hardness of that thing! «How can I possibly describe this?!»
I couldn’t. I’m not too good a writer, honestly. Fuck, I have come a whole other gallon of juices just by remembering… aaah!… that insane physique of hers.
Fuck. To know that my giantess is out there, breeding another harem with her potent seed… Jesus, it makes my queeny quiver! Fuck! I just unloaded another jet of… aah!! Cum! There we go, another squirt! Fuck, I’m hosing the walls of my bedroom with my juices. I guess not even this big-ass room is enough for my arousal. Oh, god, how long?! How long do I have to wait to be bred by that monster again?!
Anyway, back to my story: I had in my face the hardest, fattest dick known to man… and balls! Oh, fuck, those balls were even more arousing! Most of my cum was thanks solely to those balls; no disrespect to her dick, of course, but those balls… fuck me, they were something else!
I think it’s because it’s the balls the make the man, not the dick. A dick is wonderful, but how useful is a gun when it’s not loaded? Not useful at all! No! It’s the balls! It’s the balls that make the broth of life, that load the mighty cum and fill a fertile womb with life! It’s the balls, as well as the quality of the seed they produce—and those balls, oh, they had the greatest, as well as the most seed in any testicular pair ever!
That monster… that mighty, endowed bitch… god, did anyone ever doubt that she could cum like a whale? Her precum alone was splashing against the upper half of my big, muscular thighs. When she truly unloaded her white, heavy seed… good god! I wonder if I could possibly survive that!
«Apparently, I did.» I think to myself right now, caressing my big, beautiful belly. «I and my womb. We both survived!» I feel the little warriors kick inside my belly. “Hush,” I tell them. “Hush, my baby darlings. Mommy is giving herself a little love… oooh!” And then I orgasm some more, remembering the texture and hardness of my first time feeling that dick all over my face. The babies kick harder inside my womb; they know their “mother” is near, inside my head, making me cum, making love to me through my memories.
But what am I saying? Back! Back to the story: semen! By god, the semen inside those balls! Like… fuck me! How could that woman store so much spunk in such a tight space? “What’s with that dumb face, blondie?” She pulled my head back and laughed at my fucked-up expression. “Never seem a massive cock before?”
The fact that she didn’t stop shooting precum like a fucking machine for even a second made my pussy explode and my heart nearly block the words on my throat: “h-h-how m-much spunk…?”
“A lot!” Her voice reverbed on the walls, and then she pushed my face violently against her crotch. Damn! She could push me against a stone wall and still it wouldn’t have hurt as much as her dick! Was she literally made of titanium or something? “You weakling! There’s no end to my fucking cum!” She was posing with one hand under her back, gently thrusting her pelvis forward, fucking the air with her semi-erect rod, making the jets of precum splash against the ceiling and leave a visible dent on the metal walls of the place. Slowly, then, a smile began to dawn. “Do you want some?”
My body shuttered. «No!» She couldn’t mean it… “Shut up, my slave slut! Shut up and eat some more monster futa dick!” She ground my face harder and harder against her titanic dick. My hands clutched her balls, my biceps swelled, my arms became veiny and ripped with me trying to lift those iron spheres of virility, but all the strength in my upper torso failed to raise them even an inch higher.
She could read my mind. She could control my body. «Fuck!! Oh, FUCK!!» And, apparently, she could command my pussy to orgasm continuously, endlessly, making my body squirt more lubes than in an entire sex store with a simple massage of her powerful fingers behind my nape. “Jesus, stop this, please!!”
The monstress, however, was obsessed in driving me insane: “do you want to drink my cum?” Her cocky smile! God! Even to this day, there’s not a moment I think back to that smile and… don’t drench my panties on the spot! Fuck me, that perfect, gorgeous smile of a lioness who knows she could lay whomever and whatever warm-blooded creature she laid her eyes upon.
The smirk of sheer, absolute sex confidence! What a goddess!
“N-n-no!” I screamed, tears flowing down my cheeks, squirts hosing my inner thighs, splashing loudly on the floor, and that monster simply laughed, pulling me up and away from her dick.
“Too bad.” She grabbed her monstrous breeder with her other hand. “I don’t remember ever asking for permission to anyone—really asking, you know.” He raised me by the neck eleven feet above the ground, without so much as a flinch, and then I was quivering, moaning, and squirting with my pussy at the level of her bellybutton. “I just like being gentle sometimes, you know.” She pulled her dick up very slowly, parting my legs with its meaty trunk, and then she moved that beast up and down, spreading me open like I was about to mount a horse.
“Stop!” She commanded, and my heart almost stopped as a result. “Not you.” She looked up to me and chuckled. “My cock.” With one final, powerful throb, her cock was quiet. Not a single extra drop of precum burst through its cumslit, and the monster rested on a perfectly horizontal position, staying still even while she moved her hand up to scratch her chin. “Mm, good, good. I see you’re well lubricated enough, my love.” She moved that powerful hand to my tits. With the tip of her fingers, her massaged and squeezed my nipples, milking them with loud squishes, raising her head and letting herself be bathed by my nectar. “I like making my women squirt and lactate. Only proves how almighty I am.” Her grip tightened around my neck. “How fucking godly I can be!”
I was suffocated, and was begging for more! With her monster dick throbbing between my legs, I felt my body now being filled by that kind of powerful, extraneous heat that emanated from her breeding muscle, not just the heat of my own arousal.
My pores all stretched wide and open, letting a strong layer of steam form around my body. I was preparing myself, yes, to be bred like an animal by that machine, and once I mustered enough strength to open my eyes and turn my head down, oh, I saw her beastly face staring at me with that goddamn pussy-dripping smile, which made all my muscles throb and rumble in preparation for another squirting org-
“No!” Her voice struck me like a spear. “No cumming now. Sit, my little pet, and stay quiet.” Her other hand… “Yes. Like this. So cool and beautiful.” She fumbled my body. She squeezed my muscles. She inspected me like an animal; like a farmer testing the quality of a horse’s muscles; like I myself had fondled many man’s balls, when they were big enough, testing the quality of their seed, seeing it I could feel their fresh, hot semen pumping inside their engorged testicles (I never could, no; not until meeting her).
Her fingers slid down to my legs, and her mighty palms feasted on my inner thighs. My pussy quivered, and I gasped with my lungs screaming for help. She, however, was cruelty incarnate: “don’t you dare cum.” Her hands fondled me harder, making splashing noises with the juices on my legs. “I will level your stomach with my fist and crack your neck like a toothpick if you so much as squirt a single drop of cum on my hands.” Then, she… “I will penetrate you.” She slid one finger in my quinny, and, god!, did I feel like the world’s most massive penis was invading me! “I will fuck you with my thumb, and you will not dare cum.”
“Aah!!” My entire body shivered, my muscles very close to an all-encompassing cramp. My voice was soon lost and my throat swelled to twice its size, the thickened veins and throbbing arteries multiplying all around me, my four-pack turning into a six-pack, my glutes becoming like watermelons filled with cement, and my legs, oh, my fucking mare-like legs swelling and pumping like a mare about to kick, both power and agony filling me up, that explosive orgasm that could never be. “Please!!!” I managed to whimper, tears running from my eyes. “Please, my goddess!!” She was moving her finger up and down my snack, penetrating me just like a well-endowed stud would. “Give me release!!!” My body exhaled steam. “PLEEEEEASE!!!”
What came after was only a deep, maniacal laugh. The goddess had blood in her eyes. Her teeth her sharp, her canines like vampire’s. “You stupid, sexy mare. I will tear your soul before wrecking your pussy like stallion.” Her finger motions picked up pace, fucking my snatch twice per second. “Actually, a horse would pray so he could fuck a mare even half as hard as I will fuck you. Be happy, my dear, and rejoice, for when I’m done with your pussy…”
“I will feel like you’ve been torn apart by a hundred horses… only to then be bred by two hundred bulls, and then more!”
“FUCK ME, PLEEEEEASE!!!” Only her finger was fucking, though. The pressure of the unreleased orgasm inside me was so strong I felt myself being cooked under the skin. All my organs, like my muscles, were throbbing and changing form, sometimes swelling to double their usual sizes, making me at times look hideous and bloated. With my pussy forbidden to squirt, my tears began to burst from my eyes in long, loud arcs, the squishing sounds both adding to my arousal and making my head hurt like fucking hell.
I heard the muscles in her arm rumble as her finger took a machinal pace to its fucking. It was unimaginable, that rough fucking she was giving! My pussy could not squirt, but that didn’t prevent it from lubing itself with apocalyptic loads of juice, which were splashing loudly on her dick and raining loudly on the ground.
She fucked me four times per second, then five, then God-knows-how-many as her finger became a giant blur in the air. At that point, throwing my head up and staring at the ceiling, I saw everything red, then black, and realized I was about to black out again.
“What…?!” With my body squirming and jumping up and down, I looked around and felt electricity almost melt my eyes. “What has…?!”
Her finger made a machinal sound as it pounded me. “You passed out. One.”
“One?!” The heat inside me, again, overwhelming. “One wha… aaahh!!!”
Everything dark again. Lord knows for how long. I woke up, and then the giantess simply said “two” before plunging her finger in me a little deeper, a little harder, so close to grazing my cervix, and making something literally explode inside my head.
Everything was black once again. A few neurons had probably busted. I didn’t know, for I was unconscious, and when I got to my senses again—“three”—the goddess simply picked up her pace, fucking me just a little faster, just a little harder, until I was passing out just as quickly as I woke up. Her voice planted the numbers straight into my breast, which throbbed with over-heated milk: “four. Five! Six. Seven! Eight, my girl, eight! Now, let’s go to nine!”
Every time I woke up—“fourteen!”—I felt farther away from life. Every nerve of mine was hyper-charged. Every pore in my body exhaling steam. «Dear god…!» “Twenty-four!” It got to a point I thought I was passing out while passing out, going deeper into my essence like Leo DiCaprio in that weird dream heist movie. “Forty-eight!” I had pissed myself. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but that’s the way it was: with no other way to vent its arousal, my body just unloaded my bladders into that woman’s finger, which just kept thrusting itself into me like nothing had happed. The giantess’s uncaring, sadistic voice struck my heart once more: “seventy-one!” Every nerve in my body had popped like a fuse. My limbs were limp. My mouth, wide open and drooling. Blood was coming out from both my nostrils, and then my eyes, bulging out, were filled with red, like they were just a hair-trim away from literally… *pop!*
As I crossed the “hundredth pass-out” mark, the monstress froze her massive finger-dick deep inside me. Then, savoring every inch, she grazed my cervix. “Cum.”
Every opened pore and hole of me exploded with steam and cum. The explosion of squirt was so strong I almost felt my pussy rip itself open, my juices splashing on my face, my limbs twitching like an entire power plant was discharging itself whole on me. “Stop.” Just like that, with another command… I screamed! “AAAAHH!!!” She commanded me again to stop, and my body immediately complied. I barely had any voice left in my throat, yet still I begged while sobbing like a child: “pleeeeease!!” Blood was dripping from my nostrils. “Pleeease, god, stop this!! I want to cum!!!”
“You want to shut up and obey me, that’s what you want.” Her teeth glimmered as she smiled. “Cum.”
“GOD!!!” My pussy and tits exploded with honey and milk. The goddess opened her mouth and drank from my squirting lactum, and then, as sudden as before… “stop!” Electricity blasted through every nerve and pore, and my body shut its orgasms like a train crashing against a mountain. “Good girl. Now cum again.”
“NOOOOOOO!!!” I exploded cum and cream like a machine, sometimes almost puking, feeling every organ in me turn into a molten milkshake or something just as crazy. “PLEEEEEASE!!!” My screams were only less numerous than my tears. “STOP THIS!! PLEEEEEASE!!!”
She alternated the orders exactly when she knew I was about to be satisfied: when I was cumming, she commanded me to stop just I neared the peak of my orgasm; when I was frozen, she ordered me to cum just as the pent-up energy was about to knock me unconscious again, giving me a much-needed reprieve. I exploded and dried out like this, a human yoyo of orgasms for ten minutes until the goddess moved me up and shook my body over her dick. “Good. Now cum a long and hard one for ten seconds. Now!”
“AAAAAH…!!!” I passed out when my pussy unloaded the most massive, snatch-tearing fountain of squirt ever! Her monster dick was completely coated by my juices, which rained on the ground like three whole bathtubs of girl-cum had been turned around at once. “Three… two… one…” She counted. “Good. You can cum yourself to death now, if you so wish.” And, just like the uncaring beast she was, the goddess threw me away like a ragdoll, seeing my body crash on the ground and explode in extra layers of cum and cream while she turned away and rubbed her dick with both hands, slow and patient, savoring herself before she plunged into me.
I came on the ground, unconscious, for twenty more minutes until all the orgasms had been extracted from every single cell of my body. As my hundreds of simultaneous sets of multiple orgasms subsided, I was suddenly knocked back into life, literally jumping off the ground with my entire body, then crashing back on it vertically as if a spring had propelled me a second prior, and then I was left trembling, shaking, panting, gushing, with calmer threads of cum bursting from my twat and thinner lines of milk squirting from my tits.
I heard a step. The entire floor rumbled. *Booom!* “Time to feed my baby.” Before I knew it, I felt myself grabbed by the hair and my torso pulled nonchalantly from the floor, rising up again, but this time only to the height of her mighty balls, with her even mightier dick hovering over my face. The beast must have been only seventy percent hard, yet already it was longer than thirty-five inches. What a beast! “Come, little child.” With her free hand, she stroked one mighty ball. “Come drink from my breeding seed… before I properly stuff your cunt with this world-conquering behemoth… and fecundate you with my powerful, mighty pole.” Just like that, without a single other word of warning, she stretched my jaw wide open and pushed herself inside me with her throat-ripping, stomach-bursting cock.