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

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

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

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

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

«Jesus…!!»

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her muscles boomed so hard that almost threw my body back. I remained still, however, and crushing her harder still. Her body rose further still, now standing one whole foot above the floor, and I started bending over backwards to keep pulling her even harder. “You grotesque animal! You’re only good for showing off your filthy monster penis!” Pushing the envelope (and the limits of my sanity), I took one arm away from her.

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

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

“Wha-?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“H-Heath…”

I stretched out my right arm in a warning: “don’t you dare touch her, you dumb blonde! She is my lay! Mine!!” Yet I was being laid by her much more than I was laying her, even though I stood on top, riding my freaking crotch on her fucking monster balls. “God!!” My eyes went to the top of my skull, and I held back a tremendous orgasm which threatened to literally expel my brain out from my eye sockets. Fuck!! That was a volcano erupting at the speed of a lightning just now! “Fuck!!” My scream reverbed into the space, and the African twirled under my body, vibrating tenderly as I shook so aggressively. Taking one arm from the ground, she grabbed Veronica by the neck. “I promised I would not interfere, and I won’t, but you two will need your combined power to stimulate me. At this pace, little Heather…” her vagina hardened! “…you will fail to even make me grunt, let alone… moan!”

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Two muscle queens clash with an African Futa goddess!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Heather…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stepped forward. “You worthless cunt!”

“Oh.”

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

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

Our jaws dropped. “W-what?”

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

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

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

“B-b-but…” Veronica still didn’t get it. Points, though, for being the first to speak: “but you’re a woman, aren’t y-?” She shut up as I lifted my warm in front of her. No need wasting time with words. If anything, her long speech only betrayed insecurity—or so I told myself. If there was a time to attack, that time was…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Twenty tall, massive, Amazonian-type scientists drool over an 8-feet-tall, 1,200-pound muscle god with a 20-inch+ dick (while soft)

Before them, in the middle of that other room, was not only a man, but a Man. «A fucking Man!» A voice shouted in the doctor’s head following the immense heat burning in her chest. There was so much to look at on the other side of the glass that the brains of those girls were truly frozen for a long time, quivering just as much as their eyes swirled on their sockets. Slowly, many tongues got out of their mouths, and droplets of saliva fell on the ground, as loud as the booms of a thunder.

The guy had his legs spread and tied to the back legs of that chair. He was so massive that the chair seemed minuscule in comparison, almost as if he was sitting on a baby or a doll-house seat. His legs were so long and muscular that they actually felt better tied to the rear legs of that chair than on the front ones. His wrists too had been tied on the back of the chair, and the whole seat seemed always about to unfold under his tremendous weight, for the guy was huge beyond any description could make him justice.

“God… by god…” The scientist muttered, walking closer to the screen. Muscles abounded on that white, fair-haired stud. He was so hard and powerful that, even when relaxed, he made his muscles ripple and throb wildly. «Fuck!!» It was so impossible to focus when such paramount of masculinity was laid there like cheap, easy meat before them. «Fuck me, he’s hot!!»

His shoulders were almost as massive as those women were tall. They could literally lay on them like a bed, and there would still be some inches left from their feet. His breasts were two obscene, hard slabs of power that could easily embrace eight women side to side. The width and hardness of those pecs alone got the doctor’s cunt swollen. The long legs of those gorgeous women were glistening with their juices, building puddles around their feet. Their shoes were being ruined by the constant secretion of nectar, and the temperature in the room was quickly rising.

Gazing upon the bear’s mighty arms, the doctor ran scenarios in her head in which the man wrestled mighty beasts into the ground using nothing but his raw, muscular power. The man’s biceps were thicker than her torso, and the veins… «my god, these veins!» The biggest of them could fit three of her fingers.

«My god, what the fuck is this man??» She lowered her gaze on the man’s body, afraid of what she might yet see. She counted his abs, but stopped short of fourteen. She knew the beast had sixteen mighty abs glistening beneath his bronzed skin, but she didn’t have the courage to look at the bottom two. If she did so, she would be staring straight into the man’s genitalia, and that… oh! She didn’t know whether she was strong enough to do it.

“My god!” The power of those abs! Each of those muscles was almost as big as a regular bodybuilder’s biceps! Around the chair, in fact, there were three other chairs completely bent and twisted on the ground. One of the scientists, by her side, explained with a quivering, high-pitched voice: “we tried to tie him to those chairs, but they were too weak. We settled for this titanium one, which is still too small, still too…” But they were all silent again, looking at the most prized asset of that glorious stud.

«His penis. His fucking penis!» The doctor put her hands on the glass and leaned over it, experiencing electric bursts in her hips. She was a hard woman who loved putting her lovers to the test. During most, if not all of her fucking, she took the dominant role, trying to squeeze as much juice as possible of her big-dicked lovers, who nonetheless always failed to last as long as her.

She was a big, powerful Alpha female, and as such she loved and craved for big dicks—and that dick, oh!, was the biggest, hardest, most massive cock any woman like her could ever ask for.

The anaconda fell from the man’s hips into the ground. Half of its floppy, soft body staid curled on the floor, throbbing very gently as the man moved. The size of that thing was just… obscene! The chair was of average size, and still the dick was long enough to sprawl on the ground like a fat snake. The doctor was hypnotized by its girth, was easily thicker than even a very muscular biceps. The beast throbbed and twirled, jumping on the ground as massive veins pumped blood across its tremendous length.

There was a reason why the stud always had his legs so wide open: his massive balls dangled in the chair, half-way down to the ground. They were the biggest, most obscene balls any woman had ever seen, and their hardness was such all the ladies could feel them behind that glass. The monster’s sack was hard and not very baggy, but that’s mostly because everything in him was hard and powerful. His balls were just as big as American footballs, and they throbbed just like hearts, swinging on the chair and hitting its titanium legs. The veins…! «My god!» The veins that covered those balls were pure power! Some of them, indeed, were actually the sperm ducts, holding all the seed that stallion sure produced in insane amounts; they were all so thick and lively, however, it was very difficult knowing which was which just from the distance.

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A Young Stallion fucks a Tank! (Full story)

What a wonderful feeling, having my prick crammed all the way up inside my delicious whore!

Ha, ha, ha! The guy must have been agonizing with all these gallons of spunk I was nutting straight into his guts.

Wow, wow! What a glorious feeling!

My male shivered and quivered, choking all the time, for massive loads of spunk flowed through his throat and exploded out of his mouth.

I had my prick well deep inside his rear: fourteen inches of thick, pussy-wrecking, ass-ripping manhood nutting straight into that hot, hard blonde’s intestines.

I roared, and the delicate glass items around the room shattered with my coarse, powerful roars.

My prick got deeper inside that ass, five or six times a second. In the quickest, most brutal moments, I crammed it some seven, even eight times a second.

A crack grew quickly on the wall where I crushed the body of my man, pounding his ass against the marble.

The huge cracks sprawled all the way up to the ceiling. The damage was getting so big and concentrated that soon a huge piece of that wall would fall on the ground.

I was fucking that sweet boy’s ass so hard I was going to tear up a whole in the wall!

My female convulsed with pleasure and unrivalled pain while I literally came gallons of spunk in ‘her’ anus. I felt his vast muscles flexing and hardening, which almost made me lose my damn head!

‘Oooorrhh!!’ And, with all this pleasure, my prick ejaculated even more gallons of milk inside him: bloooooorrsshh!!

I felt the copious broth run through my urethra like train wagons. It was a tremendous pain having to hold all this sperm at once, but anyway, that’s the heavy duty us mega studs need to contend with.

God didn’t give me a fourteen-inch prick, after all, for nothing! My whole genitalia weighed over thirty pounds, with my balls alone weighting about ten pounds each… when they were dry!

‘Uuuurrrrh!! Uuuuurrrh!!’ When they were full, oh, their weight increased disproportionally.

I was more potent than a horse, and certainly much bigger than a bull. My body was over 350 pounds of sheer muscle —and that was back then, when I was much, much smaller!

Back then, oh, as I was fucking the ass of my delicious Nordic god, I was no more than eighteen-years-old, and ‘just’ 6.7ft-tall!

That physique was already good enough, however, to bear a 14in-cock and a set of two, 10-pound balls, as all as to hold all the energy needed to move and pump all these colossal genitalia.

When I was over-aroused, my sack could fill up with about a quarter-gallon at a time!

My spunk, however, wasn’t like any average man’s spunk; it wasn’t the watery, sticky, disgusting spunk most males came, but nothing less than the thickest seed in the universe.

That’s right. Even today, when I unload my sperm inside a woman, sometimes I myself take loads of my spunk with a hand and play with it like clay.

One can build giant balls with my milk, as if it was rubber or a giant chewing gum.

Today, my semen weighs about a hundred pounds per gallon, but back then it was considerably ‘lighter,’ no more than sixty pounds per gallons.

‘Oooorrhh!! Ooooaaarrh!!’ As I unleashed my truckloads into my princess, my muscle blonde swelled and became immensely heavy with my load.

Through his body flowed about two gallons of seed at every given instant, holding about a hundred and twenty pounds of my seed, burning like a steam engine inside his guts and belly.

Blooom!! Blooom!!! While I came and my little whore ejaculated, huge pellets of my sperm splashed on the floor: blooorrsh!!

The entire house quaked, like there were meteors hitting it.

It also quaked the harder I screamed, feeling all those tremendous discharges in my prick. ‘Ooooaarrh!!’ My muscles flexed. My body became larger and exorbitantly hard, thick, hot, and heavy.

At that point, I was about 6.7-feet tall and was adding inch after inch on that mark with all the power that was building inside my muscle fibers.

My blond boy’s sweet, delicious body grew higher on the wall as I grew and gained mass, pulling him up with my prick crammed in his ass.

Mercilessly, I took some three inches of cock from him, just to cram them all back in his ear, asking myself how haven’t I burst his guts by that point.

Many ladies, even dudes had been hospitalized thanks to my power.

I’m not going to deny: I’m an irreprehensible and careless fucker. With my family’s wealth, I could always buy myself out of any trouble, then good pussies (and asses) were never in short-supply to my voracious prick, even when it shot out fatal, body-ripping loads.

Still, that didn’t mean I liked to nearly kill my partners at every fucking. Oh, far from that: sexual power is amazing, but after a point it becomes mightily dangerous.

The first woman I ever fucked, for instance, stayed in the hospital for about three months, for I had wrecked her cunt and womb with the sheer might of my discharge.

I had lost my virginity at the age of six, you know. Though incredibly precocious, even back then I sported an 8in schlong, with more muscles than even guys three times my age, so I didn’t need a lot to seduce that hot, tasty, busty woman before me.

I made her faint about five times on the course of two hours of fucking, and I needed to call an ambulance after I shot my full load—over a gallon and a half of boy cream inside her.

If I hadn’t learned to be much more careful back then, there would be no woman or man who would withstand the brutal force of my discharges, which could blast concrete and bend steel.

It was exceptionally rare to find someone —especially a girl— who could withstand all my power, and precisely because of this that man in front of me was so amazing!

‘Gooorrsshh!!’ He kept coming, nutting lubes from his gigantic prick (but minuscule if compared to mine) while I destroyed his rear and fucked gallons in his rear. ‘Gooorrhh!!’

That marvelous Nordic male had the most perfect body I had ever seen in any man besides myself… and my master! A mountain of muscles, he was a 20-year-old Nordic god with the fame of being one of the greatest pussy-wreckers in my uni.

Judging by all I’ve heard about him, he had slayed over six hundred pussies by that point at had arrived at college. There wasn’t a single hot woman in town who hadn’t heard his name, and almost no one with whom he hadn’t broken a bed with his ferocious fucking.

The guy had lost his virginity by the age of thirteen, and since then he hadn’t stopped. Fucking ladies at about a hundred per year, it was no wonder that he was one of the finest, biggest, hardest, most potent males of all.

A pity that I was so incomparably superior. Oh! There wasn’t any discussion about that! The fact that he had once thought, even for just a second, he could possibly compete with me was no less than ludicrous.

For 600 women, well, that’s what I had fucked in my first year alone! Until my eighteenth birthday, well, I had slayed over seven thousand hotties, having sometimes had to move out of town, state, or even country to find new, fresh meat.

I needed little, almost nothing to seduce a new female and lead her to bed with me: all that I needed were a few words, some seconds of visual contact, and minutes later she’d be writhing in my prick, coming five, six times a second with every single inch I crammed inside her pussy, her mouth, her ass.

My prick, like everything else in my physique, was supernatural in its ability to generate orgasms. Maybe it was its girt, maybe it was its unsurpassable thickness and harness, but my prick could literally lift the body of a woman if I thrust my hips higher.

The pleasure screams of those nymphs was the most common sound of my life. None of them could resist for too long, after all, just staring at the obscene bulge under any short I was wearing.

When soft, my prick was still about eleven inches long, with a thickness comparable to soda bottle. I had in cock what most man didn’t have in arms.

The ladies coveted my huge tool even harder than they did my gigantic body, which matched perfect those immense jewels I carried between my legs.

My eggs, by the way, were the size of ostrich ones, and able to produce as much sperm as it was needed to seed an entire city.

I roared while thrusting my prick in that tremendously thick, bloodied anus.

‘Uuurrrhh!!’ I roared, rolling my eyes with indescribable pleasure.

My balls, well, they contracted like two hearts, literally sending gallons of spunk through my cock, fecundating that rear with thick, loaded rivers of semen every passing second.

I didn’t simply store semen in my testicles; I churned them out immediately as I ejaculated them, giving the impression that my jizz-storage was endless.

That why my ejaculations were so tremendously long: with all the energy in my body being converted to the production of the world’s thickest, densest sperm, my horse prick could sustain orgasms for over five unbroken seconds.

All in all, when my prick finally calmed down and I stopped ejaculating, I was standing in a twenty, maybe twenty-five-gallon pile of my own jizz!

And that was just a single ejaculation! Nothing prevented me, oh, from nutting an equally formidable about after just a few minutes of rest.

In fact, for my prick to even start to grow soft, I needed to come at least five times —and each of those times, as you might have guessed it, ended with a mess of over ten, twenty, thirty, hell, fifty gallons of sacred man juice.

‘Oooaarrhh!! Aaaaarrrhh!!’ I roared when feeling the tasty, scalding liquids flowing through my urethra.

The cracks on that wall had gathered around my male’s waist, forming a rater on the wall as soon as a whole section of it was pulverized, falling like power on his feet.

I kept cramming that prick in his body with all my power. With that delicious, extremely hard and heavy male, I could finally cut loose and let all the power of my virility and sexuality run amok in his body.

Well, not so much. That was still just half my full power, after all.

All and all, if I really wanted to, I could easily rip the intestines of that man and open a whole from his anus up to his brain with my ejaculations.

I literally had a cannon for prick; my strength was not comparable to any living creature, but only to military objects like tanks or ships —which I had personally filled with jizz, by the way, in some spicy episodes of my past.

‘Come on, boy!’ My manly master once presented me before all his male friends, true Alpha males of the country’s elite, all of them incredulous about my abilities. ‘Show these fuckers what you’re capable of.’

That was just a few days ago —my birthday—, when I had turned eighteen and my tutor had brough a literal tank to his farm, and I showed off before the amazed audience, everyone intimidated and shocked by the amount of muscles on my body.

‘So young… yet this guy has more muscles than a Schwarzenegger!’

Their eyes were divided between my abundant muscles, indeed, and my horse-like bulge, which left their own cocks hard with desire.

‘By god… he’s huge!’

With those eyes devouring me, I stretched and smiled to my master —who was quite possibly the only male to beat me in the whole wide world.

‘Alright, old man. Let me show them exactly how a real man fucks.’

Then, totally naked, I approached that tank and grabbed its fuselage with my hands.

The metal bent under my fingers as I applied force. I could hear the several nervous gulps as those man saw me bending the tank’s surface with my grip alone.

‘That can’t be!’ They exclaimed. ‘That can’t be true!’

With all the muscles of my body flexing and swelling, plus some outrageously thick veins sprawling all over my arm, I felt my prick harder, bigger, thicker as the adrenaline flooded my veins.

Soon enough, the crowd became even more incredulous with the size of the dong between my huge thighs.

‘Ooooaarrh!!’ I let go an immense roar, as it was typical of when I was truly aroused.

With my first, I grabbed thicker segments of the fuselage and… craaaarck!! Literally started to peel that vehicle off like a banana.

My biceps had grown wider and my veins bulged as I tore that metal like paper. Just like this, second after second, my teenage body dismounted that tank before the incredulous eye-witnesses.

‘Impossible! T-that’s… that’s impossible!’ They exclaimed, barely knowing that the most impressive was still about to come.

 ‘If it’s really impossible, then how do you explain… this!’

‘Ooorrh!!’

Everyone covered their mouths and held back their breaths as I squatted, half that thank by its wheels and turned it over with a simple movement, not showing the slightest effort, showing off my prick more clearly for all of them to see.

The tank was turned upside down, and I walked up to its muzzle, which now was at the same level of my waist.

‘Oooh!! For the love of…!! What is this guy going to do?!’

I approached the barrel with heavy steps and aligned my prick on its muzzle.

My prick was so tremendously thick, so stupidly large and powerful, that even with tank I still worried that my dick might get stuck inside the barrel.

The difference between our widths wasn’t actually that large; my prick literally had the same thickness as a projectile!

‘That’s one big-ass tank, master.’ I said to the old man, who smiled as devilishly as I did. ‘It’s gonna carry all my load.’

And, before the incredulous gaze of those gentlemen, I started pumping my prick into the cannon.

I started off real slow, very sensuously, giving those horny men just a taste of my muscles flexing and my prick protruding into that war vehicle.

My prick made a coarse noise every time it penetrated that thing. I could hear all the air moving around me, as if no object has ever violated that car in such way.

The force I fucked it with was comparable to new shots of its cannon. Eventually, I gained rhythm and speed, while mentioning my insanely high force: boom-booom-booom…!! The vast field started to shake and the tank to be dragged back on the ground as I fucked it with my habitual supersonic strength.

Within moments, I was ramming my prick up that tube some five times a second, and I needed to grab the long iron mast with both hands to keep my balance.

‘Oooorrhh!!’ I rarely moaned when I jerked off, but that was a special occasion. ‘Oooorrhh!!’ My roars made the whole earth shake. ‘Oooaarrhh!!’ I felt the men admiring me with profound envy, not knowing if they should be shocked or awed by that performance.

‘You son… son of a bitch!’ And they turned to my master. ‘This young man is bigger than a bull!’

‘Oh, and you haven’t seen anything of him, yet.’ The man responded, with an enormous, proud smile in his face. ‘Wait until he actually cums.’

‘Oooh!!’

Many of those guys caressed their own minuscule pricks in their pants, feeling them harder and harder.

I had no doubt that most of them were straight, but I didn’t give two shits about that: before a male like me, even other manly-men found it hard to control their immense desire.

Zeeep!! While I fucked that cannon barrel with ever more horse-like power, I heard some zippers being undone and hard dicks being exposed.

The guys were jerking off to me. How wonderful!

«You think that’s exciting??» I grabbed that barrel with even greater strength. «Then watch this, you losers!»

With my muscle power of thirty horses, I squeezed that barrel and bent it over, dragging back the whole, heavy tank on the mud.

The vast vehicle was pushed as I pressed my waist against the barrel of its cannon. My thrusts had become so ferocious, in fact, that the car didn’t stop being dragged on the ground, pushed by the pure power of my pelvic thrusts.

My muscles grew and throbbed before my eyes, and my body gained some two or three inches of height, easily surpassing seven feet as I bent that metallic barrel with my bare hands.

I released steam through my mouth and nose. My body was burning at over 60ºC, with my blood at 90ºC on its hottest parts —my prick and my balls, I mean.

Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom…!! It was inconceivable the speed with which I fucked that car; I counted something like seven or eight thrusts per second, literally bending the metal with my horse-like power.

‘Buuurrhh!!’ I puffed. ‘Uuuuurrhh!!’ And felt my balls swell and my sack grow harder and heavier.

‘God!!’ The audience was horrified. ‘How can this… oooh!!… how can this young man…?!`

But they were all silent and impotent before me, going crazy with the intensity of the pleasure they extracted from seeing me pump into that tank.

‘When you’re done, Renato,’ my master said, with his crazily deep voice. ‘Step aside so I can have a little bit of fun too.’

I looked besides me while I slowly destroyed that tank with my pelvic thrusts.

‘You’re gonna cum in it too, master?’ And the old man nodded, filling me with fear.

My master, well, was the only man capable of beating me, be it in size, power, virility, and quite simply equine, bullshit power.

The guy slowly took off the shirt, revealing to all of us his massive, hairy torso.

‘Are you going to…??’

‘Of course, I am. Pay attention to him, folks, for the best is yet to come.’

‘Ooooh…!!’

And they didn’t know in whom to focus: if own on horse body reducing that tank to a pile of metal rubbish or if on the even larger, more awesome body of my master, whose shirt he had unbuttoned down too his abs.

‘After he’s done with that tank, I too am going to give it a little quickie.’

‘Ooooh!!’

And, cocky and confident, he tore off the rest of his shirt: vuuuushh!! The giant cloth was thrown up in the air, flowing down on the ground.

 ‘Wow!!’

His spectacular, even more massive body was exposed for all to see, and one of the little guys dare couldn’t control himself any longer, shooting his tiny, pecky load on the ground:

‘Gooorhh!!’

Spuuurt!! Some pathetic jets of semen left its even more pathetic dick, basically falling between its own feet —not every man, as it seemed, could cum nearly as much as me or my master.

‘Careful, now.’ The old man said severely to the horny little dudes. ‘I’ll break the bones of whoever shoots his load anywhere near me.’

‘Ooorrh!!’

The still couldn’t pay attention in nothing else but his phenomenal physique.

While I was a naked super bull, with my caramel-skinned muscles glistening under the sun, my master was much more mature, with vast swaths of hair covering his torse, going down his abs until his waist.

‘Wow!!’ That bull was even more massive than I was: 7ft-tall! 450 pounds of muscles! ‘Wow!! Wow!!’

I heard the exclamations of those around me and gulped dryly, trying to fuck that tank harder so as not to lose my focus.

Jets and yet more jets of steam left all the pores of my body.

I no longer perspired; I ejected jets of steamy sweat through my pores. A while, dense layer of steam formed around my body; waves of heat created mirages all around me, as if my sexual power could bend the very fabric of space.

‘M-m-my god!!’

I gave the audience even more reasons to be jaw-dropped as I pushed that tank a few more meters down the hill, fucking its barrel at least nine times a second!

I felt the veins of my prick actually touching the sides of that wide barrel. My prick was obscenely fat and thick, surpassing eleven or even twelve inches of girth.

I felt the veins growing around my balls, sprawling all over my sack while waves and waves of spunk were expelled from there down to my body.

With tears flowing down my eyes, I felt the pressure would soon be too big to contain.

My urethra widened and my penis throbbed violently, expelling my first jets of lubes inside the barrel.

‘God!!’ I roared, and my hands crushed that barrel even more powerfully: crooooorsshh!!

If I kept going like that, it would soon be impossible to cram all of my prick in such bent-over barrel.

Staring at me, my giant master spoke with his thunderous voice:

‘Don’t you take too long, young man. I know you take time to cum, but my colleagues don’t have all Time in the world, apparently.’

He was right. Judging by the way those vermin masturbated before our bodies, oh, I think they didn’t have but seconds before passing out in pleasure.

‘Oooorrhh!!’ Still, I simply replied: ‘I’m done… in a minute, master!’

Blooorsh, blooorsh, guuursh, bluuursh…!! I felt the tank filling up with the loads of lubes my prick injected in it.

Waterfalls of thick gel fell from the barrel indie the bullet compartment in th vehicle, and from there they sprawled all over the car, filling it up slowly with the gallons of liquids I came unendingly.

My prick made the whole car vibrate. I felt the veins swelling to the point of almost bursting while I kept fucking that tank with the same power as all the bulls in that farm.

‘Oooorrhh!!’ The steam was exhaled through my nose with even greater force and heat. ‘Oooaarrhh!!!’

The barrel was bent further the harder and quicker I thrust into that car. With a hand, I released the barrel and grabbed my balls —which were so swollen only one of them fit in my palm.

Feeling the fire all over my veins, I started masturbating those balls for good, and this failed from making me shoot out a generous load of lubes.

My god, the power of those seedmakers! It was impossible to even imagine how my master —or any male in the world, actually— could actually have a sack more powerful than that prized one I carried between my legs.

Hot and sweet, I could feel the seed being loaded up at the base of my cock.

‘Oooaarrhh!!’

The broth finally started to flow from my testicles to the vesicles, and from them all the way up into my urethra, which started to heat up and throb, almost independent of my will.

I had over five gallons of spunk stockpiled inside my body: so much spunk, in fact, that it wasn’t a shock that all the broth was about to be released by itself, independently of my will.

‘God!!!’ I squeezed my heavy balls harder and harder.

It was an amazing sensation, that of producing more seed that probably all the rest of the animal kingdom combined —and even more indescribable to feel those same balls producing loads of spunk that would rival the full ejaculate of about five hundred studs.

Violent pulsations overtook my waist. I was dangerously close.

The tank was dragged further on the ground as my body gained some two inches of height thanks only to the pure power that rushed through my veins.

The veins grew and swelled all around my hips, and my balls looked like two gigantic, dried-out grapefruits, totally wrinkled thanks to the obscene number of veins and arteries that surrounded them.

I felt in my waist a burning sensation like I had never felt before in my life; after years and years fucking women with all the care and gentleness in the world, oh, I had finally found a whole big and strong enough to take on the full power of sex!

‘Ooooaarrhh!!’ With that tank, I could finally let go. There was no reason for gentleness anymore! I could release my full power!… destroy everything!… and still, no one would end up hurt.

Well, at least I hoped so.

‘M-m-my g-god!!’ The men in the audience couldn’t even speak properly, shivering thanks to the intensity of their frenzied masturbation. ‘G-get this over with!’

I shut my eyes, twitched my face, and thought: ‘Alright, then!’

I stopped thrusting in that barrel, and instead I took all my prick out and then… boooooom!! I crammed it all in with the greatest strength imaginable!

The metal bent over! The car was dragged back on the ground!

I took the prick out and crammed it all the way back again, repeating the movement… and the thunder!

As great as the horror of my audience was, it was nothing compared to my own agony:

My waist suffered hundreds of explosions simultaneously. The whole floor trembled as I extracted my prick from that barrel once again, leaving the tip of my helmet just outside the muzzle, which them I… I!…

BOOOOM!!! I fucked with total strength!

My prick hardened and throbbed. My balls unleashed all their content!

My ejaculation had started —and none of those poor fools was about to believe their very eyes.

With unimaginable power, I felt a thick stream flow through my horse prick, almost tearing up my urethra, travelling all the length of that shaft in a fraction of a second and blasting with total power inside the metallic frame.

PLOOOOM!! The car made a coarse, thunderous noise, like the world’s biggest, coarsest bell.

My long roar came afterwards, moved by the impressive strength of that liquid pouring from my prick.

I felt my muscle fibers being undone along my prick thanks to the pure pressure of that inconceivably dense, thick broth: blooooorsshh…!!!

My roars split the skies, and I felt as if all my waist was about to burst!’

‘God!! Holy fucking… shiiiit!!!’

I squeezed my meat club, making the many vein throb and my prick basically get stuck in that cone, in which I ejaculated inconceivable amounts of spunk!

‘Gooorrhh!!’

Within seconds, I had some about three whole gallons! My prick was literally shotting at a pace of around half a gallon per second!

‘The balls!! My god, look at that monster’s balls!’

My balls, in fact, swelled harder and harder before deflating with equal intensity, unloading another wave of spunk through my genitals.

My sack was so scorching that steam literally burst from its pores. A white cloud of steam formed around my waist, as if I literally had a steam engine in my hips.

‘Oooorrhh!! Ooooorrh!!!’

I could hear my liquids literally sloshing inside that tank: splaaassh, splaaassh, splassssh!! My master crossed his arms in front of his huge, tremendous, muscular pecs, smiling with great pride while he exchanged some cocky looks with his friends. ‘My young man is just getting started!’

‘Aaaaaheem!!’ And those pathetic men came, with all their dicks out, while I kept ejaculating my monstrous loads of spunk in that tank.

My body leaned forward, taken with pleasure. The barrel of the tank bent over even further, obstructing the flow of my spunk.

The spunk started bursting back into my body, sprinkling all over my caramel-skinned muscles.

‘Ooorrh!!’ The audience was shocked… and fucked! ‘God!!’

The spunk which flowed in my prick was so abundant the barrel of that tank alone could hold all of it!

I turned my face all the time, trying to avoid the speedy jets of spunk I came in there.

‘Ooorrhh!!’ I came. ‘Oooorrhh!!’ I came even harder!

In twenty seconds, I had come over twenty times, at a pace of about a full gallon per second, filling half of that tank already.

And that was still just me getting warmed!

«Oooorrhh… oooh, god!!» I felt my balls getting mad, throbbing like two hearts at an insane pace of three pumps per second —each throb producing an extra half a gallon of seed per ball! «God!!»

The steam that came out of them was so strong that I felt my skin burn with its intensity. Booom!! There was no way around it! Broooom!! With explosion in my hips, I moved forward, dragging the tank on the ground and bending its barrel even further, making it twist and turn like papier-mâché.

Flexing all my powerful muscles, growing to a height of well over 7.1ft-tall, I tried to fix that barrel with my hands just to give my spunk a little bit more room to flow.

Blooom!!-blooom!!-blooom!!-blooooom!!… my prick now throbbed at least three times per second. After forty seconds of nut, I was sure the tank was weighing an extra four hundred pounds with all the seed inside it!

I listened to ever fainter, even longer noises coming from the sides of the car.

Looking briefly to its doors, I saw tiny white threads ebbing and dripping on the floor. The tank was so full that, even with all its fuselage, my spunk was bursting out of it.

‘Holy… fucking… shiiiiit!!!’ I roared, and my prick unleashed even more uncontrollable loads of broth in that vehicle. ‘Oooorrhhh!!!’ An explosion. ‘Oooorrh!!’ Another explosion… ‘Ooorh!!’ And then another one!

The spunk abandoned my prick like rocket jets, and everybody around me fell with their knees on the floor, coming so hard with my uber masculine performance.

The level of the spunk lake inside the tank grew enormously, all the while my huge chest was painted white with all those jets bursting with immense pressure from inside.

One of them hit my face. My hair was painted white, and I felt my skull hurt with the weigh and thickness of that broth.

My spunk, after all, weighed about sixty pounds a gallon back then.

 ‘What a bath, Renato!’ My master teased me, and I came even harder as I laid my eyes over his amazing, unbeatable body.

The gigantic man fondled his own prick, so huge under the dark jeans he was wearing.

I had never seen that man naked or ‘in action,’ but maybe that day I’d have my jackpot.

First, of course, I had to stop coming, which was particularly difficult, considering that my prick was so happy and freed.

«I’m coming… aaaarrhh!!… everything I could never come till this day!»

All the pussies I had to pass on because they were to small and too tight for my donkey cock.

All he girls over whose bodies I had to came because, if I dared to come inside them, I would literally pop their bodies like balloons.

All the muscular women with whom I had to take the utmost control not to hurt and sent to a hospital, not to accidently kill!

All the jerking off I had to avoid because, even though I was alone, my orgasm could destroy an entire room or even the whole house I found myself in.

All this repressed sexual power was finally being released there, in that tank; a load of at least twelve years of repressed frustration, now finally released with all the world’s abandon.

My muscles throbbed as soon as I felt my balls swelling harder and compressing with equal strength, much stronger than ever before, sending continuous, endless jets through my urethra.

Craaarck, craaarck, craaarck!! I looked down to the cannon’s barrel and saw crack growing on the metal while I stretched it with my dong.

 ‘God!!’ I roared. ‘Holy fucking shit, god!!’

My prick was throbbing so hard and swelling so much that its girth had become greater than the barrel’s width, stretching out the metal to the point of rupture.

My body moved forward, dragging the vehicle again. Craaaarsshh!!

My face was drenched with all the gushes of sperm while the tank literally became a deposit for over fifty gallons of my virile seed.

Giant, thick, throbbing veins carrying gallons of blood flowed through my vast body, feeding it with the gallons of blood that would be needed to carry on such tremendous power.

My monster genitals released more steam jets, temporarily blocking the view of my body, surrounding it in a scorching mist.

My thick broth blasted inside the spunk-brimming tank. Little by little, I heard its metal bending: craaank, craaack, crooonk!!

The sides of the car had literally started to expand, its bulletproof metal to bend. What I feared the most was finally happening, right before my eyes? The tank was so full that it started to inflate… like a balloon!

‘Oooooaarrhh!!’ And my prick came, came, came and came and came and came, its endless orgasm surpassing a hundred gallons! Bloom-bloom, bloom-bloom!, bloom-bloooom!!… my balls throbbed and pumped gallons and gallons and more gallons of spunk from my organism, producing equally scary loads of spunk!

‘God! Oooorrhh!!!’

My master, near the audience, held his own massive prick inside his boxers, looking at me with a smile both proud and envious.

‘There’s no god to help you, young man.’

‘Oooaarrh!!’

‘Cum! Cum everything you can, young man! I want you to fill that tank to the brim!’

The earth trembled! My prick came another unbelievably large load of spunk inside the tank.

I felt the fluids reaching up to its ceiling —or rather, the floor—, showing that the vehicle was completely filled with spunk.

Immediately, I felt the broth flowing back in the barrel until it finally touched my own prick.

With every new ejaculation, now, I was cumming in my own body —there wasn’t a single cubic inch in that tank where I could stockpile my spunk.

In despair, I removed my prick from that cannon —or at least I tried to, for the monstrous phallus had been stuck inside.

‘Be careful, young man!’ My master provoked me. ‘You’re about to blast this tank… or rip your prick off!’

‘Go fuck yourself, daaaaamniiiiit!! Oooooaarrhh!!’ I didn’t give a damn to my bull while new and more powerful orgasmic waves took over my body.

With the final ejaculations, my titanic prick was pushed out of the vehicle, whose barrel was completely deformed.

With a final roar, almost ejaculating blood with all that power… BOOOM!! My prick was finally released from that barrel, causing a phenomenal, thunderous bang.

The audience lost their control, with men falling face to the ground thanks to the intensity of the orgasm they felt.

And that was still not everything!

‘Ooooaarhh!!’ I roared. ‘Ooooaarrhh!!’ Squeezing my muscle, vein-ridden prick, I aimed my powerful prick at the sky, where… ‘Aaaarrhh!’

Bloooorsshh!! One orgasm! Bloooorshh!! Two orgasms! Bloooooorsshh…!! A third, inconceivably long orgasm!

My prick was still shooting powerful loads into the air —so strong, in fact, that they barely fell over the vehicle’s carcass, but flew some sixty feet away, forming obscene arcs beyond those fields.

My roars proceeded, making the Earth literally trembled, all while my prick came and came and came and came and came and came, as there was no tomorrow.

‘You’ve beaten my record, boy!’

The jets seemed to fly beyond the horizon, some of them landing on the trees of the forest nearby, bathing all the trees in white.

Craaackkk… craaaack!! Many branches broke off and fell on the ground, for my spunk was too thick and heavy for them to bear it.

Gulping nervously, all the men were knelt around me, unable to believe that immense, 50,000-horse-strong virility in a single teenage prick.

‘M-m-my god!!’ Their fragile, pathetic voices came out shaky from their throats. ‘M-m-my g-g-god!!’

I experienced my final thrusts: bluuurssh, bluuuursh, bluuuuurshh!! Little by little, staring at the sky, I saw my jets losing intensity and my prick coming more weakly.

Finally, after some ten seconds coming like a crazy savage, my jets finally started falling back on the tank, painting it all white.

Steam burst from my nose as soon as my body heat up brutally, suffering from excesses of energy from those final ejaculations.

Soon enough… broom!! An immense cold took over me, and my muscles all vibrated with great power and virility as my orgasm finally subsided.

‘Oooorh!!’ The thermal shock was so intense that I was forced to give two steps back, dizzy, almost falling over. ‘Oooorh!!’

My prick still ejaculated, however, and much more powerfully —each nut actually being equivalent to some forty or sixty guys.

‘Fuck!! My god!!’ Came the little men around me. My broth continuously poured on the tank, painting it all white.

The vehicle soon looked like a vanilla cake, covered entirely with my manly layers of Chantilly.

‘Oooooaarrh!!’ Letting the prick go, I fell flat on my back. Booom!! The earth quaked as my 300-pound body fell, yet my gargantuan prick still kept coming, sending another wad or two into the sky at every freaking second. ‘Ooooaarrhh!!’

Completely aghast, I saw everything double as I squinted my eyes and waited for the energies to return to my body.

Life, however, didn’t want to give me another second’s rest: broom!! Brooom!! Brooooom!! Feeling powerful tremors, I laid down my head and looked to my right, from where that noise seemed to come.

My heart throbbed with incredible strength, and my body was energized again, for behind me, moving away from the cadre of pathetic men, I could see my master… my incredible domineering bull!… giving ample steps towards the tank.

‘How good that you’re done, my young man.’ The powerful man said without even looking at me, with a compenetrated expression in his face and a large hand inside his pants. ‘This nut of yours was very hot. So hot, in fact, that I have my prick all hard right here.’

And he looked at me for a single, brief moment, giving me a wry wink before walking to that tank and position himself before the barrel I had just ejaculated on.

 ‘Time to empty my sack.’Vuuuuusshh!! In a simple movement, my incredible master lowered his pants, revealing to us the tremendous monument he carried between his legs.

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A giant Brazilian is fucked with the power of a 1,000 stallions by a man ten times her size!

Jesus fuck, how powerful was that beast! The metal behind my back was somehow even harder than the titanium from before—maybe an even more concentrated form of it, I don’t know. It took a while for the metal to start bending, but when it did, it cave in quickly as the shape and silhouette of my body was craved in it.

Though I was absolutely passive under that stallion, being submitted and humiliated by his mighty dick, I could claim some humble victories as I felt scorching droplets on my body: the monster was sweating! Throughout his seven-plus hours of fucking, not once have the beast ever broken sweat. Not! Fucking! Once! Now, not only was he sweating, but he was doing through many of his pores—though most of his body, admittedly, was bursting clouds of steam instead.

He was still a tireless, relentless display of virility, but part of me couldn’t help but to wonder whether he was finally getting a little bit tired… or not.

The monster gave me his answer by upping his ante, and then my body died again. My soul fucking pounded and wrecked in the ether as he destroyed me with what I was sure were seventy percent of his power. My body quickly (and loudly) sank in the floor, piercing the reinforced titanium like butter. Within seconds, my back had broken free on the room beneath, and I felt… I fucking felt…

Jesus! Fuck!! What the fuck am I even thinking?! I didn’t feel nor think nor say not did anything anymore. I was done, I was dead, and if that monster had promised to give my cunt the power of a god, oh, he very well over-delivered on this promised! The only thing I was really sure that happened was that our bodies crashed into the new floor, which was a massive, sprawling chamber of iron meant for protection, security, or something of the like.

I knew it because of the full hardness of the place. Everything was made of titanium. As the monster thrusted in me, the entire, massive room trembled—and the building, by extension, trembled with it. The neighboring buildings were probably also starting to shake as many people woke up and car alarms started to go off throughout the city.

Bursts of steam were burning my chest and my face. I could feel a powerful leakage through my chest, and though it was hard to make sense of anything at that point, today I know that my tits were gushing gallons of milk all the time. Unlike my cunt, the excessive pressure really made them go off; they must have looked like two hydrants of cream bathing that stud’s armor of muscles. Upon contact with his skin, my already scorching milk probably evaporated, joining his steam to turn that security room into one giant sauna.

His balls…! Goddamn it, his balls!! ‘Til this day I can hear their impact, countless and countless times against the titanium floor; those two massive, gooey spheres swinging up and down, hitting the ground with such outrageous, insane force that they created a second crater inside that bigger crater on the ground. A single hit was enough to engrave the shape of both testicles on the metal; that’s how unbelievably hard and powerful they were.

Those balls were full and… getting fuller! God! I didn’t know if I could take it! I didn’t know… even after taking millions of gallons of his thick jizz on my throat, my womb, and my stomach, I didn’t know if I could take his new ejaculation, released on me at probably seventy or even eighty percent of his full force! At that moment, cumming so much that my orgasms were having multiple orgasms, my mouth made out the words: “c-c-c-cum…!!” I stammered so much that it took me maybe a full minute to plea with him: “cum weaker. I can’t take eighty percent of you!” Then, there was a laughter. A roaring, rumbling, uproarious laughter that made the room quake even harder than it was already quaking, with the monster turning his furious gaze to me while pounding me with never-ending gusto. “Eighty percent?!” His voice seemed almost childishly amazed. “Honey, I’m pounding you with fifty-one percent of my power!”

My heart sank into a void I’m not sure I ever recovered it from. My terror and panic were supreme. I couldn’t…! No! I just couldn’t believe that, as that monster pounded me with enough power to make the entire city block shake, all that time he had given me just one percent—one! Extra! Percent!—of his overall power! Jesus fucking Christ? How the fuck would that monster look like when he pounded a lady at sixty percent?! Even just fifty-five percent??

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A breeding machine unloads his creamy, heavy jizz on the wombs of his three ladies!

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.

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A superhuman breeding bull assembles his harem!

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 belong 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. “A good cum dump in the morning always gets the body going.”

Only then I could see his full genitalia finally exposed. The man was turned from him side on 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 –let’s say, about 20% hard—, yet it easily surpassed the larges, 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 the shirt and the 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 as he did it. 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 remained of her shirt in her body, then they quickly ripped her pants apart. Both ladies were naked, their fat cunts throbbing and gushing while their tits smacked against their own faces, both bosoms so large they dangle around like huge basketballs of hard flesh. The monster grabbed his cock and slapped it on a palm, like a thud handling a club. “Who wants to be pounded first?” The virile Alpha male then smacked his cock on the blond girl, who screamed as her tits and her 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 quake as the dick fell time and time again on the body, the blows so hard she was bounding on the ground and meeting the dick midair –only to be hit, of course, with even greater power: *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 in the stud’s waist. His smile was captivating as it was terrifying. “How do you like that beating?” And the 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.”

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[NEW SERIES!] A hot, muscular Brazilian bombshell gets ready to interview an 8ft-tall, 600-pound Alpha billionaire teenager!

“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.

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