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The Doll who Loved me – Chapter 2: A cup of blessings

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Wednesday was groceries’ day. At some point in the long past, there was a particular reason for him to pick that day—and only that day—for buying his weekly essentials, though he no longer remembered it. Wednesdays just felt right. They had a laxness to them: neither the dread of Mondays nor the chaos of Fridays. They sat right smack in the middle, almost as if balancing the whole workweek on their head, so the world seemed alive, but tame.

Safe. It just felt safe. Not that he had many reasons to expose himself to the world every week, Wednesdays or not. Once every month would suffice, given that he ate very little, and consumed other frivolities even less often. Somewhen in the past, too, he’d changed his schedule for buying groceries only once every month to once every week. As with his choice of the groceries’ day, the exact time of the change eluded him, but the reason was much clearer than ever: «she is so pretty.»

He stood idly at the entry of the market. Time slowed down whenever he saw her. ‘Pretty’ wasn’t the best word. ‘Hot’ was.

That was a perk he hadn’t considered at all when moving to that country—well, not consciously, at least: people there looked much more beautiful than the average—almost astonishingly so—, and girls who would be models elsewhere were usually teachers, drivers, or cashiers in that land. The most average of them looked like models; the better ones, like angels. Competition was so stiff even the cutest gals didn’t think too highly of themselves, and many of them probably even faced a good deal of self-esteem issues, becoming easy (or at least easier) preys for men with just a little bit of balls between their legs.

He wasn’t such a man. In fact, he might was well have been born a girl, so paltry was his pair. He remembered how it took him an Herculian deal of effort to even just look at a woman in the eyes for the first time—and that was with his fucking phychiatrist! His experiences taught him to never again even try and address a lady. Ever. «Just a waste.» He lowered his head and walked in. «Don’t bother them. You’re just a waste.»

Yet still, he couldn’t stop thinking about the pretty girl at the register as he loaded the bags on his cart. He sometimes stopped between the lanes just to have another glance at her, all while making sure he’d never pause for longer than three seconds, more or less. He had become quite an expert at being a lurker without being a creep. He didn’t want to make pretty girls uncomfortable, yes, but he also wasn’t going to deny himself the pleasure of seeing them. «The sight of a pretty woman is a human right,» he sometimes justified to himself.

At first glance, that girl in the counter was polar opposite of one he’d purchased, and not just from the fact that she was, well, actually real. She was slim and very feminine, hardly weighting nine and a half stones, and definitely without a drop of tomboyishness in her whole demeanor. She was an all-around princess, yet she still carried that humbled, honest look of someone who didn’t have all things in life handed in a silver plate—beauty aside, of course.

She looked down-to-earth. Real. Just like him. He loved to imagine how much better the world would be from her point of view. Good parents, great country, strong relationships, calm and peaceful society. How would it feel to have people always smiling when they looked at you? Treating you like a human being? Showing you always the better angels of their nature?

Should feel nice, he sighed. A world less dry, less threatening. A world where he’d be safe anywhere, anyday, not just on Wedsnedays, and definitely not by living at the very edge of the frozen outskirts of Earth.

He calmly placed his items one by one on his cart. Stopping by the frozen goods, he gave one good look at all he’d bought and realized his lifestyle wasn’t all that bad. «I’m not that much a loser,» he smiled, if only briefly. There was not a bit of organic food or spice in sight, yes, but at least he was past the point of consuming only ready-made goods and frozen junk.

Yeah, he still ate like a college student, but at least he’d be a rich college student: there was pasta and rice and beans with expensive sauces and whole pounds of expensive meat coupled with some fancy-ass bottles of juice imported from his native land, of all places, which happened to sell for a pretty penny up there in the Artics. «Heh. Ironic.» He wondered, feeling the weight of the bottles in his hand. «Back there, this thing’d be cheaper than water.» Considering how hard sanitation and plumbling came around, that wasn’t all hyperbole.

There is only so much junk food, after all, one could have before kissing their heart bye-bye. Mostly, though, it was shame: though food did bring him confort, it’d never been to him the end-all, be-all it was for other people. His hatred for growing fat just happened to be much stronger than his pleasure of munching on junk food.

In a way, the things people did to him in his old country did leave a positive side effect on his body—if not on his mind.

He startled himself by throwing a package of meat a little too hard in his cart. The sound of the heavy meat clashing on the metal woke him from those nasty thoughts, only for him to notice that other people were staring at him very intently.

He immediately lowered his head and carried on with his business, rolling fast between the lanes and disappearing from any gaze as quickly as possible.

People could sense the weird and the disease in him. It was obvious for anyone with their minds in the right places: just as beautiful, rich people exhuded the smell of ease and success, he smelled the stench of failure and inadequacy. It wasn’t even that he resented the fact he was made to fail and slumber; it’s just that everything took so long! «Nature could end me now and quick.» He thought, moving along the isles without picking anything. «More merciful, ya know.»

The fact he could have to go for fifty, sixty, maybe seventy years longer in life sometimes made him desperate. Alone in his apartment—his heavenly kingdom—he sometimes screamed to himself, banging his head against the walls, never to be heard. Not that he minded, of course, never being heard. He preferred it that way, that nobody knew of his problems. It was much better than somebody knowing, but not caring. Or worse: somebody knowing… and enjoying it.

He felt the swelling under his eyes and stopped at the middle between two lanes, felling his heart pace and his skin burn, sweat forming on his forehead. There was a slight unease of breath followed by a blurring of his vision. He had to close his eyes and count to ten, twenty… fifty… but the problem didn’t go away as quickly as it used to.

The longer he faced it, the worse it got. The last time he had it this bad… well, it was really, really bad! Back in his old land. In public. It involved slurs and beating. And blood. His blood.

He felt like losing balance, and the image of those shelves toppling on one another like dominoes because of his carelessness burned brightly in his mind. «The manager’ll come. They’ll scream at me.» The swelling and pain got stronger. His hands were trembling, gripping the cart’s handrail like they wanted tear it off.

A voice came by his side. Almost scared the soul out of his body: “you alright, mate?”

He answered just as promptly: “hmm… headache. Big one.”

“Uh.” The stranger gave him a good look and, thankfully, ignored him. Maybe the man saw that he was no good. Maybe he saw he was a foreigner. Or maybe he had feigned normalcy so that the stranger didn’t feel like saying anything else.

Still, it stung a little. Even if it was actually “just” a headache, it would have been nice for the man to ask if he needed anything, or maybe even go the extra mile and offer him some health assistance—like calling a doctor or something. «Nah,» he forged a smile on his face. «I’m good. It’s better this way. This guy made me a favor.» People like him were better off forgotten.

Maybe looking at the beautiful cashier would make him feel better.

It did. At moments like those, he usually didn’t like thinking about women. Brought him back unconfortable memories, you see. It was a useless, anyway, to dream about something he’d never have. That girl, however, made him feel special; she made him feel calm and sweet. It was something ‘bout her beauty, both arousing and delicate, like a lover and a sister, or a goddess who’d turned into mortal just to take care of him.

He didn’t feel too intimidated by her. Was it because she was poor (or at least working class)? Was it because she was young and quiet—an uncommon thing for pretty gals like her—, maybe nerdy or a bookworm, someone even closer to him?

«You should go talk to her.»

That voice. That annoying voice in the back of his head. He shut his eyes and shook his head, trying to physically expel it from within him. «No!» He reaffirmed. He was not to do the same fucking mistake he did… so many years ago.

He turned the cart around and strolled aimlessly throught the market, with nothing else to buy. The calm and ease were gone. He was now just fearful, with his head heavy and aching, his heart picking up pace, the pressure rising as he realized that, romantic or not, he would have to face that girl up-close.

«Come on. You’ve done that already. Many times, even!» He tried smiling and being positive, but was bombarded by a tsunami of vicious thoughts at every attempt. Maybe he shouldn’t leave that place. Maybe he couldn’t. He looked around and tried to imagine himself living in that already-too-familiar store—the same spot he’d been shopping for the past two years and something. «Fuck.» The word exploded in his mind, time and time again: «fuck. Fuck. Fuck.» Like a deathroll inmate, he went to the counter trying his best to not look at the guard.

Don’t disturb her. Don’t you dare ruin her good day and good mood with his presence. Beauty was something too precious to be tainted by his being. It was, in a way, his only way of caring for her: the farther he got from girls like her, or the more invisible he made himself to them, the better.

T’was a nice relationship: he fed on their beauty, they weren’t disturbed by him. Though that girl didn’t know it, she made the world a much better place by just existing and being beautiful—as if her abundance of good blessings somehow trickled down into his empty chalice of love.

«I respect you. I really do.» He thought, growing a hunchback as he put the groceries on the counter. She might have been looking at him. He couldn’t know, of course, not without lifting his head and seeing it for himself. «I could be feeling less stressed by not coming out here so often. But I do.» He raised his head. «All because of you. Beautiful stranger.»

She wasn’t looking at him. Mechanically, like the job had become part of her instincts, she just grabbed the stuff, passed them under the barcode reader, and stashed them on the other side. It was only then that he noticed he’d forgot to hurry up and package the groceries. «Fuck!» Was his first thought. «Hot!» Was his second. These two were his only thoughts, basically: «fuck! Hot! She hot! Fuck!»

Her skin was beyond flawless—freckles included. «They’re like whiskers. Her face is so feline. So… feminine.» Her eyes were aggressively green. Like… «wow!» They were almost two big emeralds dimming every other light in the room.

She barely looked at him directly, and that was nice. She treated him with the casual disinteresst of a tired-ass, bored-out-of-her-mind teenage cashier, one who had to take on those menial jobs just to pay her way through college or something like that.

«Here,» he pondered, «she doesn’t have to worry about college.» He felt another pinch in his heart. Looking around the place, it was easy for him to forget just how clean and tidy everything in that country was, to the point that even an mundane store like that shone like chrome. «Nobody suffers here. It’s like paradise does exist, but it’s meant only for them.»

He felt resentful and a little bit angry, leading him to mutter to himself and—oh!—catch the attention of his girl.

She looked straight at him, a bit startled. “Sorry?” She leaned forward. “Did you say something?”

He staggered. Deer-on-the-headlights look in his eyes. “Nah, nothing.” He said, stammering his way through the words.

“Hmm.” The pretty girl moved the last few itens past the scanner: “four hundred fifty-seven, twenty-two.”

“Uh-uh.” He muttered, swiping his card and getting the hell out of there as soon as his payment came through. There was a brief moment, however, as he was typing his PIN, when he wished she’d recognized him. «I don’t know. I wish she, like, said something.» Maybe asking whether she’d seen him before, maybe commenting on the fact that he’d bought groceries regularly there, same time, same day, every week without fail, or… «I don’t know.» Something. Anything.

The best thing was probably for her to not say anything, of course. Still hurt, though. «Why can’t I do a bloody thing?!» He hit his head with a fist, thrashing the bags on his arms. «You stupid little cunt!»

A car almost ran him over as he crossed the street without looking. When he got to the other side he realized, with great sadness, that he was still alive.

«Fuck.» Feeling his head almost exploding with negativity, he looked back at the store, through the dark, blue-ish windows where he glimpsed his girl, so faintly visible, and then he was calm again. With a long, chill sigh, he turned around and walked slowly back to his place. «This doll can’t take long enough to come.»

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The Doll who Loved me

The Doll who Loved me — Chapter 1: The purchase of love

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“I wish I was loved.”

His fingers hovered on the keyboard. Tits. His eyes gazed upon two glorious breasts. He moved the mouse cursor over the “size” option, clicked the dropdown menu, and hovered over the many available options: C, double-C, D-, double-D, E, double-E, F, double-F.

The standard was double-C, which was still some of the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. He’d rarely consumed porn. Too fake. Too ugly. «Porn women ain’t real women,» he used to think. They were, however, much more real than that, weren’t they?

He wasn’t sure. Those breasts looked much more natural—much more real—than the breasts he’d ever seen in porn. Only the titillating titties of film stars, in the rare moments when they were allowed to shine onscreen, could compare. For all purposes, those breasts were real and gorgeous—yet he wondered if they could be even more so.

He clicked on the double-D option. His eyes almost left his skull. He spread his legs a bit, adjusting his posture on the chair, and felt the fire burning in his groin. Those were truly astounding tits.

«Jesus!» He was amazed by the realness of the pair: their softness, their roundness, their hazelnut shape. It seemed too good to be true—and, given his line of work, a pinch of skepticism was always warranted. After all, there were only images were available. A video or two wouldn’t be too much to ask for, would it? Unless the sellers were trying to hide something.

«Still… looks so good, though!»

Yes, it did, and for a damn good reason: if there was a brand that could only stand to lose with false advertisement, it was that one. The most expensive dolls in the market, and one of the few notable companies of its kind that had managed to break into the mainstream: the big papers, the big shows, the big tellies, it seemed that everyone had written or talked about it. Celebrities had gone on camera to gush about their experiences with their products. Sex houses in the Old Riverlands even offered them for people who preffered them over real women—real whores, that is.

“More real than the real deal” was their tagline, and his hard penis seemed to concur. «Fucking… hot!» He found himself rubbing one thigh on other, stimulating his member, even touching and rubbing his pants with his palm, nearly hypnotized into jerking himself off. He shook his hand and moved his warm, cock-smelling fingers back to the mouse.

«Fuck. If this is the reaction a fucking doll has on me…»

He didn’t finish his trail of thoughts. The rest of it was clear and predictable, yes, but still he felt like he should have finished it. When he spoke, in fact, rare was the sentence that ended up intact. He mostly broke them in the middle, too afraid and too ashamed for having spelled them in the first place.

With pressure in the back of his eyes, he selected the largest option: double-F. Now the breasts, once glorious and gorgeous, were bloated into abnormal ballons of titflesh—so much tit that the damned milkers went down to the woman’s navel. He had to click on the previous option several times, instinctively, just too erase that hideous image off his head. He didn’t judge it, though. There certainly were people who liked that sort of stuff. «People will fuck anything, really.» He looked to his own body. «Except me, I guess.»

The double-D breasts were big—massive, in fact—but still believably so. He liked breasts that huge and shapely, much more than most men. The thought of their fertility aroused him. The perfection of the dolls nipples made him pucker his lips and gently suck in the air. He wanted to eat those tits and suck their imaginary milk. Were those globbets of mommy love real, they would certainly be lush, hot, and delightful to touch, never for a day dry of their creamy content, their life-giving nectar.

He was so much closer to the screen, puckering his lips like he was trying to kiss it. He spent so long looking at that doll that he’d basically forgot it was night already, and that most of his room was falling into darkness. Only the burning of the screen in his eyes woke him up. When he straightened up and moved his chair back, his penis hit the top of his desk, forming a visible tent on his pants—a small tent, but a tent nonetheless. At the tip, he could already see a moist, sticky smudge in the fabric. He was lubricating himself, but not yet so aroused that he felt he needed to leave the bedroom and let off some steam—and spunk—in the bathroom.

«Damn!» He bit his lips. «The breasts even got weight on them!» He loved the way the tits arched down on the chest, pulled by gravity. Their silicon (and whatever materials they were made of) was so smooth it actually behaved like real skin in a real breast of such size—or at least, well, how he imagined a real breast would behave. It was firm, yet still meaty; dense and heavy like it was full of milk and healthy fat, but still soft in a very natural, human way.

He spent maybe half an hour looking at those knockers, gawking at their shape, rubbing his penis between his thighs. When he accidently zoomed out and had another look at the full body of his goddess, he very nearly lost it.

She was even hotter the second time around. Exactly his type. «Oh, Jesus!» Poor boy was nearly drooling! Her name was Yara (spelled “Iara,” but who cares), and the site described her as “powerful queen of a long-lost Amazonian tribe.” They even had a cute bio for her, story and all. Just the right amount of cheese to be served with good wine:

Yara is a tall, muscle-bound Amazon for the fearless soldier who love ‘em rough. A goddess amongst queens, leader of women and lover of men, endowned with mystical powers of the forest spirits, this steadfast, unwearying warrior is a match for any men in both the battlefield and the bed. An avid horse-rider and thirsty cock-rider. Are you strong enough to take on her? Nights of fire and fury await!

She stood at exactly six feet tall, and had enough muscle to set herself leagues above even very fit ladies. She clearly belonged to a more risqué, niche selection of the company, and her price tag dearly reflected that.

She wasn’t no monster. She wasn’t no lady either. She was, indeed, like a comic book superheroine, only a little more buff. She had aggressive, bountiful breasts and butt paired with a lady-like trim waist, wide hips, and legs big and powerful as a horse’s. Her construction was so perfect he could even see the strains of the muscle fibers on her thighs, which themselves were each as thick as his own whole waist.

She was big. She was buff. A true gem in an otherwise very samey, predictable roster of babes. Her rareness was only accentuated by a glaring red text blinking above her pictures: “LAST UNITS REMAINING!”

Very few dolls had that sign. «Fuck!» He hated to be pressured for a buy, and he knew how those lame sales techniques worked. On the other hand, he usually could sense when such pressure was valid. Though he had flirted with that kind of buy for a long time, only now did everything seem to align: he had his own apartment and enough savings for such a purchase to not sting him (well, not too much).

«Hundred and fifty grand.» That doll was basically a car. «Fuck.»

It seemed fair, however. She was so tall and thick she easily used up more silicon than two, if not three regular dolls. «She’s just! So! Big!» He admired the thick veins carefully sculpted on her arms. «She’s just… so… pretty.»

Perfect. She felt perfect for him. Even after many years admiring girls of that body-type, he’d never actually found one quite so… right. «It’s like she’s custom made for me.» A doll blue-printed straight ouf of his fantasies. He looked deep into her eyes, captivated by her smooth, royal air of serenity. She really had that stern, peaceful look of a queen, that very suble grim of someone who’s perfectly confident in her own abilities, and who doesn’t need to brag or flaunt them even in the face of the staunchiest opponents.

She was, in short, so completely unlike him.

For a moment, the price didn’t seem to matter. Rather, it was whether he was worthy of even having her in the first place. «What a woman. Fuck.» Even that fake, silicon-based creature felt like too much of a woman for him.

He felt bad. Humiliated. He even considered closing the screen and going back to work—which he should have done about an hour earlier, really. It was foolish to dream with love. Better to not feed his heart any more false hopes.

His finger pressed the right button of the mouse very lightly. The muse’s stern look, however, kept him from hitting that red X on the screen. It was a firm, but caring gaze. Strong and loving. Hard and soft. Her facial features were beyond human—they were almost godly. Though her body was Spartan, her face was cherubic, like a beauty from some Mideastern background. Her skin was so much hotter and more lively than his own palish look. She struck a beautiful balance between the tenderness of Europeans and the strength of North Africans.

«She is, like… perfect. Absolutely perfect!» His eyes glided back to the annoying, blinking red sign: LAST UNITS REMAINING! It wouldn’t be a surprise if she were the very last doll in stock. He had seen that warning on some other premium offers before, and every time, once he least expected, poof!, someone bought the very last one of them, and he’d have to wait at a full year (usually longer) for them to come back on the shelves again. Some dolls weren’t even restocked, and instead replaced by new models entirely. What’s more, older dolls that happened to be resold on other places where offered for two, sometimes three times the original price—which begged the question: who the hell buys an used sex doll??

«From this company, well, I think that, for many people, it’s a risk worth taking.»

While he was thinking, the sign was blinking, the clock was ticking. His work apps were open on the taskbar of his computer, waiting for him to come back and be productive again. It was usual of him to stop in the middle of labor and just… daydream. To peruse useless shit online while thinking about better, more exciting things to do—things he’d never had the balls to do, and never would have.

A trip, a better job, a fresh start. «So many more people have such a worse time that I do!» He thought, punishing himself for being so ungrateful. «Such a worse lot in life.» He looked around his room, which was clean, organized, almost asceptic. «I could be worse off. So much worse off.»

If this line of thinking ever brought him any confort, though, he’d be the happiest man alive. Instead, it only got him mad. Or madder.

The powerful woman kept looking at him, her face both the same and slightly different at every gaze. More compassionate, even. It was like she knew what was going on in his mind; almost like… she was the one—and only one!—who could confort him in those times of need.

He couldn’t find the strength to close his browser—not when that could be the last time he’d ever see her again. «It went for sale yesterday. Yesterday!» He thought, biting his nails. «This red sign wasn’t there when I first saw her. Now, it’s almost out of stock.» Her face was so serene he could hear the waves of a calm ocean in it. «Like she’s begging me to buy her!» Like she was meant to be his!

His indecision got to a point where he found it easier to just get up his seat and walk in circles around his condo—not that it was a very long walk anyway: his apartment was just his bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, a living room slash dining room, and a decently-sized storeroom, with a tiny corridor linking all them together—his bedroom and bathroom to one side, the store and kitchen to the other, and the dining/living room in the beginning of the hallway. It wasn’t considered a studio proper, but only because of some foxy technicality the realters used to upsell that property. It wasn’t a football field worth of space, no, and it wasn’t even his (being rented for a hefty price every six months at a time), but still… it was home—and much better than anything he’d ever thought he would ever get in life.

He walked around the place like it was his very first time. «So calm. So peaceful. Neither downtown, nor the suburbs.» He liked going to his tiny balcony and smelling the fresh air from that twelveth floor, from where he could see the calm ocean shimmering under the placcid northern skies. It was cold—almost bone-chillingly so—but he loved it that way. It made him fell much safer than the unstable, unforgiving hotness of his homeland.

Calmed by the view of the ocean, cooled by the air and the hypnotic sight of the few cars whistling by the streets below, he walked back into his bedroom, where the Amazon goddess still awaited. «You are never going to see me again,» she told him clearly, with all the words.

He looked down. His head felt heavy. A hundred and fifty grand were no piss money. «But, anyway, what else do I have to do with it?» He had worked for so long and lived for so little that he ended up sitting on a pile of cash. It was only a matter of time, wasn’t it, for all those efforts to feel like… a waste? If there was one purchase his cash would be useful for, wouldn’t that one be the purchase of love? «Love. I will buy myself some love.»

He sat on the chair, his muse looking much softer, much warmer on the screen. That body! That tall, strong body! How firm and lovely should be her embrace, how tender and confident would her lips feel on his neck!

He refreshed the page. The dool was still there, but the sign… it seemed to be blinking faster, didn’t it? More unforgiving. It was now or never.

«Fuck.» He browsed through the many options for his doll, selecting the small details (he thought) he’d like the most: the type of her hair, the varnish on her nails, the texture of her skin, the color of her eyes. «Green.» He thought, finding the whole combination with her Middle Eastern skin very fascinating. «She looks absolutely beautiful with strong, Northern green eyes!» And so he chose it, going on to other details he felt a little embarrassed even having options for—like, were there really that many shapes of vagina in the world?

In the end, once he had assembled his perfect woman, he clicked the big, yellow buttom at the end of the page, and then only a credit card payment screen separated him from his true love.

He scrambled to find his card. Everything was tidy in his desk, and he wondered if he was being clumsy on purpose just to delay that process and to give himself some excuse to not purchase the doll, not change some things around. It wasn’t only the cost or his insecurities that hurt the most. No. To him, to buy that doll was to admit something intolerable; a truth he’d spent his whole life running away from, but that faced him every day, every time he looked at himself in mirror: «I am undesirable.»

With the card in his trembling hand, he typed the info very quickly, looking away from the screen as he hit the big, bright yellow “proceed” button.

A few seconds passed. After a flicker of the screen, his transaction was confirmed. His love was readied for shipment.

He stood there, unmoving, not a thought in his head. Whatever was done, was done. No reason crying about it now. Just out of curiosity, he went back to the salespage and hit the refresh button one last time. The red sign above the doll was no longer blinking. Instead, the words simply stated: “OUT OF STOCK.” He leaned back on his chair and smiled. «Maybe that wasn’t a bad decision after all.»


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As I dragged the fifteen tons of muscle man for hundreds of feet with my hand, climbing the steep walls of the crater, I felt my muscles constantly hardening and wrapping themselves in sheets of steel. My mass veritably increased with every step, making the walk even more difficult: my feet sank deep on the ground and many more cracks destroyed our path, creating new canyons through which my horse’s piss could flow. “Fuck!” I roared, and my sight was blocked by the dense steam coming from my inwards. “Power!” I flexed my muscles and felt their shockwaves. “Fucking power! Shit!!” I flexed and hardened, feeling my abs pop and my organs squeezed by the insane musculature. By the time I got out of the crater—half of which, by the way, was then filled with steamy piss—I had grown to over ten feet tall, the muscles in my body so fucking dense I was probably well over four tons in weight, total. “Are you done pissing, my stud?”

He cried. That was pure fear which compelled him to unload tons of gallons into the crater. The massive hole began to overflow, vast columns of yellow steam rising into the air, with a smell so dense it made even my hot skin burn and ache. “Gotta give you that.” I raised an eyebrow upon watching the single, unbroken stream from his prick. “You are hot! Even when you’re nothing but a pussy.” I grabbed his hair again. “My pussy!”

“Oh, nooo…!!” He screamed while trying to push my hand away. “No-ooh!!”

He came. I heard the gallons of spunk blasting through his prick along with his fearful piss. Urine and cum were mixed into his next loads, adding even more monstrous volumes to our environment. With a disciplining kick in his guts and a punch in his face, I made him both shit and puke the milk he had drank from my tits the hours before. My fists were dripping with his blood, and the ground around his skull was cracked and dug again after I landed my punch straight on his nose.

By cramming my hand in his mouth, I pulled his head up and pushed it back, brutally again on the ground. *Boom!!* His penis shot cum and piss as the ground cracked harder, sank deeper. “You wanna suffer? You wanna hurt? So you better not hit mommy anymore.” His tears and grunts were so intense! I responded to them by pulling his head from the crater, lifting it with my hand even higher, and banging it back on the ground with such force that a mile-long crack was formed on the ground. “Are we understood?” The god coughed blood on my face, which was colored crimson by the many splatters. “Oh, I see you’re still not in the mood to talk. It’s okay.” I pulled his head up one more time. “I wonder how many more blows I’ll need to crack your skull open.”

“Please!!” His tears and snort were drenched in blood. “Please, mo-!”

He shut himself up. I smiled. “‘Please’ what?” I looked at him, yet my beautiful bull dared to look away from me, his lips trembling like a child’s.

I pulled his head up. I banged it on the ground. *Booom!!* Mountains far away were cracked. I lifted his head again, looking to his bloodshot eyes swirling inside his sockets. In his ear, I whispered: “‘please’ what?”

He refused to answer. Fine. I crammed his head against the ground so fucking hard that a mushroom cloud of dust and stone was formed around us. Once the dust settled and we found ourselves in the middle of a fifty-feet-deep crater, I pulled his head up again and asked: “‘please’ what?”

His squirmed. The tears begged for mercy. His lips trembled and his body shivered as if under an intense cold. By that time, he had stopped pissin, not a drop more of urine in his bladder. The cum, however, only kept coming: his penis shook and swirled before unloading uneven, broken messes of jizz into the crater I had formed.

Anticipating stronger orgasms, I made the crater even bigger by railing his head against the ground: this time, I banged him three times against the ground, much stronger every time, until the crater had grown to two-hundred-feet-deep and probably a whole kilometer wide.

Pulling his head up again, hearing his weaving, panting breath, I asked one more time: “‘please’ what?”

He refused to answer. His head was met with the usual punishment: *booom!!* His cock blasted cum all over the place. I pulled his head up. I asked him: “‘please’ what?”

No answer. *Boom!* I pulled his head up. “‘Please’ what?”

No answer. *Boom!!* I pulled his head. “‘Please’ what?”

No answer. *Boom!!* Pulled his head. “‘Please’ what?”

No… *Boom!!* His head… “‘Please’ what?”

So it went on for fifteen fucking minutes: head up. Whisper. “‘Please’ what?” Silence. *Boom!!*

“‘Please’ what?” *Boom!!* “‘Please’ what?” *Boom!* “‘Please’ what?” *Boom!!* “‘Please’ what?” *Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom-boom-boom-boom…!!*

After fifteen minutes of torture, standing at the lowest point of a two-miles-deep crater, I felt his bloodied, giant hands on my face, trying not to push me back, but desperately tapping out, begging for mercy.

I pulled his head up. The deep, rumbling sound of my muscle fibers hardening and stretching showed him all he needed to know about my intentions: “do not think I’m not capable of killing you. If I bang your head again, I will turn your skull to dusk.” I stood up, lifting his entire torso with my hand. Tightening my grip on his jaw, I felt my fingers slowly cracking his teeth. Instinctively, the monster began to kick and punch and slap me, but my body was as firm on the ground as an elemental hallmark.

Tightening my grip harder, I cast a deadly look at him. “I will smear your brain all over this crater. I will tear you limb by limb and rip you muscle fiber by muscle fiber if you dare defy me again.” His wailing and kicking stopped. All his limbs laid limp, and his cock had now swayed in defeat. The penis no longer ‘came’ as it only oozed sperm on my feet, still at volumes decent enough to form a lake around me.

My grunts became feral. The rumbling from my breasts made the earth tremble. Growing in size and weight, I sank deeper into the ground, the cracks sprawling so much and so many that the edges of the crater began to unravel. Steam burst from my mouth and nostrils, burning that stud’s face, and his hands now only tapped into my bloated, pregnant belly, both worshipping my superior muscles and begging for mercy.

Pulling his head even higher, as high as I could lift it with my tree-trunk-wide arm, I asked again, very loud, making the farthest edges of the planet rumble. “‘Please’ what?”

As my muscles roared and my entire back swelled in preparation to what would definitely be a killing blow, the monster cried to the heavens: “wh-oo-whee!!”

I dropped him. *Boom!!* The fifteen-ton sack of bones and muscles created a new crater within that crater. With my powerful mare legs bulging, I walked over him and aggressively sat on his chest. *BOOOM!!* The crater became wider and deeper. The sight of my growing muscles, getting harder and more ripped without me even doing anything, turned his face into greater, almost inescapable despair.

Grabbing him by the chin with one hand, I pulled his head back up while leaning closer to it, with my ear turned to his mouth. “What were saying, sweetie?”

I literally heard him swallowing his ego before his whispered back, looking away in shame and disgust: “mommy.”

I dropped his head. *Boom!* Cracks still grew beneath it with its weight alone. “Say it louder.”

He looked away, but not for too long: when he heard a growing, stretching noise, his eyes turned back to see what it was. They saw my right arm rising, with massive veins covering almost the entirety of my even more massive muscles, my fist ready to pummel his face into one bloody mess of shattered bones and crushed brains.

The power was intoxicating! I felt every fiber of my muscles, every nerve cell in my killer body trembling, rocking back-and-forth with unbridled energy; power and heat so intense they threatened to burst through my skin and make my body swell until it exploded. Even then, at the apex of my muscular, sexual being, I felt myself slowly growing further, slowly adding tons upon tons of sheer muscle mass and density to my already strained, hardened muscles.

I was a fucking goddess, and I wanted the whole universe to worship me as such!

I threw the punch. My fist landed on the rock. Phew! If I had landed it on my man’s, it was sure to have transformed it into pudding. Immediately, the crack that formed reached the very bowels of the earth, and all the mountains—and I mean, all the mountains!—that surrounded us, even those many hundreds of miles away, unraveled like dry crackers, turning to dust and pebbles as their surfaces were rocked by many more craters that anyone, man or machine, could count.

Huge canyons were formed from my fist, opening up a large sink below us. Before we could actually fall, however, I grabbed my man by the neck—all fifteen thousand pounds of him—and… “let’s go, sweetie!” I told him, seeing his terrified face nearly cracking thanks to the pressure of his own fear. I jumped, and my leap created a shockwave that ravished the earth behind me; a huge crater was briefly formed under my feet, yet soon it was undone into a massive sinkhole many miles wide, the rocks turned into atomic dust, huge mushroom clouds rising everywhere.

A second later, I was in the air, seeing in great detail the result of my punch: hundreds of miles at every direction shattered, then sunk into the ground, a massive crater forming as if a meteor had just struck the planet. Mountains fell like card castles, rivers were drained by the growing canyons, and a whole new geography was formed out of nowhere. My leap itself carried us for about two hundred miles in the air until I decided to land.

I crashed on a tall, rocky plateau with my man, intentionally smashing our bodies on the ground—mine atop his—, my knees sinking on his abs and my hands still firmly squeezing his huge, monstrous neck.

*BOOOM!!* That new plateau almost unraveled completely after the impact. When all the dust was settled, I was pure sweat and steam, looking at my own rippling physique and getting more aroused by the vascular sheet of muscles that covered me. “Fuck!!” I said, my voice now grave like a monster’s. My man had a horrified look in his face. “Who’s the Alpha?”

He gulped. I pulled my fist up.

“P-please…!!”

With a punch, I made sure to discipline him. Our bodies sank deeper in the rocks. The plateau was shaken to its core by the blow which opened new, deeper cracks within it.

I pulled my other fist up, breathing heavily. “You love that, don’t you?” With my feet, I crushed his monster balls again. *Spluuurt!!* The soft prick throbbed and expelled a massive fountain of jizz. *Splaaash!!* Even at his lowest point, with his cock as soft as it could get… «fuck!» I got the splatters of his jizz on my body, and even with all my power I felt its impact like mighty punches, with all my heart and power unable to vaporize the jizz on my skin. I grabbed the spunk that was glued to my abs with two fingers, then slowly lifted my hand to my eyes.

There was his spunk. His seed. His life-giving ambrosia. I opened my mouth, unrolled my tongue, wrapped it around my fingers, and… “ooooh!!!” Massive jets of squirt blasted, exploded, burst from my cunt, so strong it actually paralyzed my whole waist for a bit. My massive tits hardened so much they sprang upwards, shooting huge gallons of milk dozens, sometimes hundreds of feet into the distance. My entire body was energized and electrified by that mighty gunk. “Shit!! You horse!!” I looked at my husband, my eyes brimming with a candor that gravely contrasted with the beastly hardness of my own physique. “Your semen is even more delicious!!” I pulled his dick up, feeling all its “softness” in my torso. “Fuck. You beautiful baby!”

I crushed that prick. My man squirmed. “Uuuuuh…!!!” Like a bull suffering from a ball-busting disease, he roared and shouted, and the harder I crushed that penis, the stronger it unloaded gallons on my body.

It was amazing, you see, having a soft cock that could unload entire swimming pools of spunk. In a way, it was even hotter than when it was hard; a soft cock was supposed to have no power, yet his… oh! His god-like penis showered us both with spunk! It was so long, mind you, that I was pulling it from his crotch while sitting on his abs! The prick was long enough to slide through my side and come to my breasts, where it unloaded gallons!… oh, and more gallons!… gallons and gallons and endless, juicy gallons of man power.

The crater we found ourselves in was full again, leaving me to carry our bodies uphill one more time. This time, even the inhumane density of that jizz couldn’t make us float; I was just too heavy now. “You see, you can cum like a god forever.” I pulled my man by the dick, squeezing its crown to make it spurt more juices at a higher pressure. “You just need a little incentive.”

The man shouted as I threw him on the dry surface of the plateau. Oh, I swung that bastard by the penis like a ragdoll, and saw his body travel in an arc dozens of feet away until crashing into the ground, forming a new crater there. As I approached him again, the ground kept cracking and crumbling under my feet. I saw the horizon getting higher and higher, all thanks to my body sinking lower on the ground.

“P-please!!” My man was crying, yet his cock kept cumming. “No more! No fucking more!!”

He tried to drag himself away, his powerful arms lifting his immense torso—still much bigger than mine—on the ground. To no avail: the ground cracked easily and his body fell again face to the floor, tears mixing with the lake of spunk he kept coming all the time.

I grabbed that man by a shoulder and turned him up. He faced me, his eyes almost popping out, and I marveled at his once fair, gorgeous Nordic-like skin now wholly battle-hardened, all red and purple after the many blows and pains and months of continuous fucking.

I sat on his crotch again, making it sink four feet into the ground with my weight. *Boom!* I grabbed his balls and felt them now so much smaller in my hands compared to before. “You fertile bull.” I masturbated a single ball with my fingers, feeling its ostrich-egg size much more manageable to my touch. “Oh!” I masturbated it hard! “I can feel your ducts drying out! You are on your limits, yet so much more sperm keeps coursing through your ducts! Mmm!!” I squeezed the ball, feeling its surface bloat between my fingers.

The monster wailed desperately on the ground like a drowning man, and his cock stood diagonally, semi-hard, shooting a long, endless rope of steamy cum into the air. *Blaaast!!* The cum travelled for miles, raining on the ground in massive, weighty drops under the arc, managing to fly past the edges of the plateau and form lakes and oceans of creamy goodness on the earth below.

I grabbed his other ball, now leaning back while also lifting up my crotch and moving my cunt to his mouth. I gave those bull testicles a mighty squeeze, so fucking hard my arms swelled, and you could hear the leathery sound of my muscle fibers stretching and tensing. My horse let out a mighty cry, with tears literally squirting from his eyes and his throat swelling like he was about to vomit out a fucking calf.

I squeezed them harder. “Horse. Bull. My virile, mighty filly.” I moved my body further, placing my cunt so close to his screaming mouth. My clit, at that point, was as big as an average man’s penis—yet that wasn’t shocking considering my gargantuan proportions. My pussy could easily fit a basketball inside it (or a football… sideways!), yet its labia were so strong they could also bend metal bars between them. My crotch as a whole was almost as big as my man’s head, and my pussy finally looked like the right kind of vagina to be penetrated by his monster rod.

My pussy, however, would now and forever be an instrument of oppression, not submission. “My virile, cum-full horse. Can you smell the scent of your mommy’s pussy? Can you?” I wiggled my hips, flexing my cunt muscles loudly. My nectar oozed on the man’s torso, building a huge puddle on it.

“Uuurh!!” The monster let out a powerful cloud of steam on my cunt. Shit! I fucking came!

“Aaahee!!” I closed my eyes and crushed his balls harder, if only to tame him and put him back in his place. My monster cried again, but the bursts of steam from his nostrils kept torturing my poor, muscle Amazon cunt.

“My beautiful monster!” I made him cry yet harder by squeezing and torturing his balls on my fingers. “Can you cum a few more gallons for mommy, can you? Can you, huh?”

“Oh, you fucking…!!” His voice exploded like a thunderstorm again, yet it was quickly silenced by the massive spurt of semen from his rod. I felt his cum-cannon on my back, risen at a forty-five-degree angle, slowly hardening while pumping gallons like a steamy firehose. In my hands I felt the crazed sperm production in his ball sack, with his strained testicles throbbing thrice per second so as to fulfill their quota.

They knew I demanded cum. They knew what was going to happen it they didn’t deliver! Wiggling my cunt closer and closer to his mouth, I felt his mighty rod behind me vacillate. “Uh-oh!” I said as the dick stopped, then ‘coughed out’ very uneven volumes of spunk.

I crushed his balls. “NOOOO…!!!” My man’s voice exploded, then died a second later. Just like I’d experienced orgasms so strong I couldn’t vocalize then, the bull now experienced a pain so intense that he couldn’t roar. His muscles became soft, even wobbly for a bit, like bags of sand, and then the man just cried like a child, contorting his face in utter agony, red like a tomato.

“Are you gonna cum for mommy or are you going to keep pissing these ridiculous amounts of jizz, huh? Oh, baby, baby!” I moved my cunt away just as his lips slowly trembled and moved closer to it. With my hands… *boom!* I tortured his balls!

“AAAHHH…!!!” Again, a shout followed by silence. The semen erupted again from his mighty cock, loud and powerful like an earthquake, so insanely strong that it caused a shockwave around us: *broom!!!* The gush of semen was so thick and strong it made it rain over our bodies, even though its stream was aimed on the opposite direction.

I didn’t let go of his balls, though; I tortured them! I crushed them harder! *Crunch! Creck! Crunk!!* Fuck, those beasts were fucking massive! My fingers sank on them with all the force my muscular divinity could afford; even then, I doubted I could actually crush them. “Holy fuck, my bull!!” In my fingers, I felt my skin tickling. “Oh!!” I threw my head back, hitting his monster cock and whipping his gushing crown with my hair. “Fuck!! Oh, so much semen!” I licked my lips, feeling the waves of power concentrating in my oozing cunt. “So much gunk! So much juicy, seedy man nectar flowing in your balls!” My whole body seized up, my muscles meeting a force much superior than their own: the power of my own arousal! I bit my lips until drawing blood, feeling my crotch get hard and heavy—even heavier than it was, I mean. “Hoooly shit, you’ve got so much jizz in here!” I crushed his balls harder!… and harder!… and so much fucking harder!!

My bull died and was reborn again. “UUUUH!!!” The ground cracked around us. Our bodies continuously sank in it. “OOOOHH!!!” He started thrashing around the place, drilling us deeper and cracking the entire freaking plateau as a result. “NOOO!!!!” His face was constantly crying. “OOOH, NOOO!!!”

I couldn’t help it. It was no longer to torture my man that I crushed his balls. “Oh, my stud!! It’s because of your semen!!” I shook from head to toe, feeling a massive watery bulk sloshing in my vagina. My babies were kicking and punching me at full force; they too felt the intense pleasure their mommy was about to unleash. “Your semen is coursing so fucking hard!” I squeezed those massive cum reservoirs, feeling every individual sperm of the mighty stallion on my fingers.

*BOOOM!!* My man hit his head back on the rock. Our bodies collapsed a few dozens of feet within the plateau, which was now shattered to its core, and the cracks of our ferocious fucking now spread through the desert plains at its base. “FUCK!!” I diverted the strength from my arms to my cunt so as to repress my orgasms as long as possible. I was building up to the biggest explosion in my life. “We’re beasts! We’re gods!!” I looked to that man with demons in my eyes, crushing his balls again and again and…

“UUUUH!!!” He thrashed. “STOP!!! PLEASE, MOMMY, ST-!!”

“Shut up, you fucking male!!” I crushed them harder. “Can’t you even take a tender massage from your female?!” I crushed them and crushed them and… “Jesus, we’re so fucking powerful!!” I looked around, seeing the entire fucking geography unravel around us. “We’re so fucking godly we can fuck an entire planet into oblivion!”

“OOOOOHH…!!!” My man lost himself amidst his countless orgasms and bursts of agony. His head collapsed on the ground and his body stiffened to the max. Below me, with bursts of heat reminding me of solar flares, his muscle fibers stretched and nearly snapped as his body entered a state or orgasmic paralysis. I laughed like a fiend, knowing the power my simple hands possessed over his entire monstrous being.

“By the time mommy’s done with you,” I crushed his balls so much harder, “you’ll be a husk of a man! I will drain your balls so much you will never have sex again with anyone, ever!” My fingers nearly pierced his sack, my nails finally breaking through the near-unbreakable barrier of his skin. Once I felt them drawing blood from him, I lost my breath. “Fuck!” The man only squirmed harder, unable to properly fight in that semi-conscious, fully-delirious state. “I fucking penetrated you!”

Indeed: my nails had clawed into his sack! Now, they pierced a few of his veins—the thinnest and weakest of them, ‘only’ as thick as ‘mere fingers’—making threads of blood flow down his balls like tiny crimson rivers.

His prick exploded with larger and more massive loads of spunk. Even with the pressure of my hands enough to turn coal into diamonds, the semen now coursed as voluminous as even the first days of our fucking, oceans and oceans of burning male broth rising from the crater in a single thread that travelled hundreds of miles into the distance. “You love being dominated, huh?” I tortured his balls with yet more cruelty, drawing blood from them while also trying to pop his veins with my pressure. “Who’s the fucking Alpha?” He didn’t respond; the guy was almost dead, after all! “WHO’S?!” I crushed him. “THE FUCKING?!” You could hear the finger munching on the testicles. “ALPHA??!”

From the depths of his pain, the monster rose again to blast the clouds away with his roar: “IT’S YOU!!!”

I crammed my pussy on his face, allowing my pent-up orgasm to explode in all its volcanic intensity. “Good… oo-aah!!”

I too lost my shit. Fuck!! It all went black in my mind and eyes, and the environment… *BROOOM!!* It completely unraveled and collapsed in and onto itself! It was fucking madness! The upper half of that whole fucking plateau was atomized by the sheer planetary force of our cumming! I myself couldn’t see much of what was happening, of course, for the avalanche of orgasms raptured me into the depths of my own subconscious. I was just cumming so fucking hard it was torture! Every bit of myself exploded! I was dead—or maybe beyond life and death itself. “OOOAHH!!!”

My pussy exploded such powerful cannon of juices that the man’s head disappeared in them completely. His head (and whole torso) were thrown back against the rock, doing much worse than just ‘cracking’ it; it destroyed the entire surface of the plateau behind him. *BOOOM!!!* The explosion made mushroom clouds rise into the sky. The entire top of that geographic feature was shaken and stirred into many layers of wrecked stone, and then shockwaves annihilated its structure by wiping them out clean, shedding foot after foot off the top of the plateau.

The entire massive stone was cracked in the middle, then further cracked and divided into canyons that were hundreds of feet deep. Our bodies sank into the canyons, but our power was beyond divine, not allowing us to collapse as shamefully as our whole environment was: still seeing everything black, completely torn apar from my own mind, my body still acted on its own, and my mouth shouted commands while my eyes were fully rolled back, white with pure orgasms. “Come here!!” I shouted to the man, whose head and body were drilled into the rocky surface by my volcanic squirts. I violently grabbed him by his blond hair and pulled him to my exploding pussy. “Drink me!! Drink me all!!”

With demonic violence and explosive intensity, I came. *BOOOM!!!* The plateau was further unraveled by my catastrophic squirts. There was so much sticky juice exploding from my cunt that I felt my entire body being emptying out of… well, everything! Organs, bones, blood, veins… everything went away in that catastrophic, world-destroying orgasm—out of my body and into the man’s mouth, for my powerful arms kept his mouth now firmly attached to my orgasming cunt.

His nose and eyes almost exploded with my juice. It was so fucking much of it! The beast felt like he had his head in front of fifty firehoses, all blasting at their full power, my squirt certainly powerful enough to shed away and drill the stone behind him. Every time a single thread of my highly pressurized cum hit a stone, it was cut perfectly in half. *Zeep!!* You couldn’t even see the cutting itself; one blink, *zap!*, and then the stone was now divided!

I came and came and came and came, sure that I was about to kill that mighty male with the strength of my orgasms alone! My mighty tits stood up, shooting jets of hyper-condensed milk into the sky. I curled up and attached myself to my man’s head, crushing his skull with my godly thighs, and now humping and screwing his freaking head like a horny gorilla gone berserk.

“ROOOOAARR!!!” My shout was so powerful that craters were blasted around us inside the plateau by the resulting shockwaves from my throat. My muscles all swelled brutally, immensely, with the veins growing so thick and hard they felt like molten lines of steels spreading through my body. My neck itself was a vascular, muscular, masculine trophy of bloated muscles and ripped veins, bulging and throbbing like one giant heart, and producing sounds like not all the lions on Earth put together could ever come close to matching: “FUUUCK!!!” The planet trembled as I orgasmed mightily. “FUUCK THIS FUCKING SHIT, OOH!!!” I threw my head back up and… “OOH-AAAARRHH!!!”

I came. Watery explosions literally drowned us and threw our bodies up in the air. The plateau was wrecked, ravished, demolished, destroyed by the tectonic explosions that my pussy so casually unleashed. Pillars of nectar, cum, and steam rose through every crack. A few massive squirts later… *BOOOM!!* The plateau had been completely erased from existence, with our two copulating bodies now creating a crater where the massive geographic monument once stood.

My monster’s penis was shooting wildly, but its power and strength now dwarfed in comparison to my orgasming cunt. Savaging his mouth and his head with my powerful lips, I unloaded ocean after ocean in a very deliberate, brutal manner, having my muscles all tense up, flex, and harden to accumulate massive loads of squirt within me, then… *BLUUURSH!!!* Unleashing them all in a watery brutality, drilling literal dozens of feet of depth into the crater that surrounded us.

My gigantic thighs were now each as big as the entire muscular body of a freaking bull. My whole sexy self was now closer to eleven-feet of height, with my power and my god muscles only becoming greater, stronger, harder, hotter, more divine at every second. “CUM!!” I roared to my man, forcing him to drink up every ounce of me. “DRINK YOUR FUCKING GODDESS!!”

The belly of my male, once so perfectly ripped and imposing, now bloated so much that I could feel his bellybutton touching my butt. That only gave me an even more murderous frame as I crushed his head harder between my thighs, forcing my legs to ripple and harden brutally, nearly tearing up my own skin with the monstrous swelling of my muscles. The bull tapped, then punched me on my back, but I paid him no heed. “If you’re not strong enough to resist your goddess…!!” I roared right before another mighty set of multiple orgasms—hundreds of thousands for every second—stole my mind away and made me moan and scream like a lush teenage girl being fucked by her strong, hairy, muscular daddy. “Then I will finish you off and cum on your cracked fucking skull!!” I squeezed his head even harder, and the man finally tapped into his beastly self once more.

“ROOOOAARR!!” He roared, and for once I was the once being pushed and drilled against the walls, his body pinning me against the slopes and the floor, his hips humping madly into the air, his god cock cumming into the skies, and his mighty tongue unrolling deeply into my cunt.

“Ooh!!!” My nipples could pierce the skies with their hardness, and my feminine self was fully reawakened when the godly stud conquered my pussy and made my womb his by penetrating it fully with this tongue. The beast broke through my cervix like a battery ram, showering me (and himself, literally) with so many more orgasms I swear I saw the face of God… then punched it! Then broke through the layers of many multiple universes as his tongue broke into my fucking womb and danced near the placenta of my sixteen powerful, muscular, virile children.

The man began to suck me and drink me like a bottle—yet that bottle had endless juice to give! Our bodies swirled and rolled and collapsed over the entire earth, further destroying and massacring it while oceans of his seed flooded the newly formed country-sized craters.

* Three weeks later *

The monster was roaring, exhausted and depleted, as I fucked his cock with my ass while gazing upon the stars. “Remember that… honey?” I tried to speak, my demoness grim and my grave voice interrupted by the jets and spurts of his semen blasting through my mouth and nose. “The first time… fuck!!”

I had his cock inserted right into my stomach—all thirty-something-inches of his semi-hard pillar—and the monster never stopped cumming, albeit at a very uneven, unsteady pace, gushing gallons and rivers of sweet, sexy cum inside me, making my pregnant belly bloat even more immensely that it already was.

The semen exploded through my mouth, through my nose, reminding me of the first time I had that cock anally fucked and felt its powerful discharges stretching all my guts, my stomach, my throat, and my freaking skull.

The night was clear and beautiful, and the entire surface around us burned with the steam and the sizzles of my bull’s freshly-cummed semen. The oceans of sperm were less impressive, though, than the ones he came in our original planet; more lakes than oceans, to be honest, with only his first ejaculations (many, oh, many months ago) reaching hundreds of feet of depth; his most recent orgasms, like the ones that filled me up like the virile fuck-doll I was, were akin to spurts; mere “vomits” of cum from an shriveling, dying penis, with all the energy and blood of my male exhausted by my inexhaustible puss.

“Mommy’s so proud of you!” I vomited his semen on himself, pulling his torso up by the shoulders so as to give him a powerful kiss. “You came so many oceans just to please mommy’s pussy. Of course,” I ferociously pounded his meat, penetrating myself up to the stomach with his jizzing rod without a whiff of pain, “mommy’s much more powerful than your mighty breeder now!”

This time, I was the one who didn’t break sweat. I pulled that male for an aggressive kiss, penetrating him with the thirty inches of my goddess tongue, crushing my hard, pregnant belly against his rock-like abs, and penetrating the fuck out of his stomach with my tongue. The bull tried to squirm away, but that’s was indeed all that he could do at that point: squirm. Wobble. Groan. Beg for mercy. His limbs laid catatonic besides his body. At some point in the past day or two, the literal energy of his muscles had been drained down to its last joule. Now, all that remained in his gargantuan physique was the bare minimum to keep him alive, with his life functions still severely compromised by his cock’s need to always ejaculate, always seed, filling me up with such hot, steady stream of breeding cream.

I couldn’t believe how much of a beast that raging stallion was! Like… even in his dying moments, damn!, he insisted on fecundating me. «Or maybe,» I maliciously thought, «it’s pride. It’s his primal need to not fall to second place… ever!» With my mighty ass, with each glute weighting over five hundred pounds of muscles, each as hard as the core of mountains, I fucked his cock and milked his balls dry. “It’s futile, my stud!” I withheld all his semen on my gigantic belly up until the very… last… second! “I… your woman…” I made my muscles roar! “I am power itself!”

I kissed him and released the stream! *Blooorgh!!* The semen he ejaculated in my anus made its way aggressively past through my throat, like a fucking train, and invaded his own throat and belly while my tongue was still fucking it hard. His abs disappeared under the tremendous swelling of his guts, crushing my own and threatening to push my body away, but I only made the pressure insanely harder by hugging that freaking monster harder and harder and harder.

The ground further cracked behind his back, making the sheets of semen above finally flood the crater. His balls now made desperate, yet furious sounds, in a way sounding much more ominous and dangerous than in the first day he’d ever fucked (and ejaculated in) me so brutally. Those were roars like old, but powerful cruise engines; constant growls only often interrupted by powerful booms, as if his monster testicles had storms and lightning bolts inside. The semen they provided kept coursing through my body in an almost unending, unbroken stream, now flooding his own body through our kiss and bursting powerfully through his nostrils and the sides of his lips.

Eventually, just like he did to me when nutting his epics loads in my throat, his semen exploded past from his stomach and into his guts, and his intestines were brutally unfurled until the semen reached his anus and…

“Oooorh…!!!” I felt the bull’s fear. That was actually the first time it happened to him.

“Shh, shh.” Somehow, I could talk as clearly as if there was not a drop of cum in my mouth, or as if I didn’t have thirty inches of telephone-pole-thick tongue inserted into his mouth, licking and sucking the fuck out of his stomach. “Calm down, my baby.” I held him steady, my muscles easily overpowering his. “This is the best part.”

“OORRHH!!!”

The semen exploded out of his anus in a thunderous flux. The blast was so mighty that it pushed our bodies farther a little, and I could tell my monster bull was still aroused just by how much more powerfully his penis squirted cum into my anus. Sometimes, I allowed myself to rest while his rod injected endless amounts of cream into his system, breaking my kiss so as to bathe him in his junk and lifting my head high up so as to make myself a powerful cum fountain. My massive, solid breasts joined the carnage by unloading endless streams of milk, each of them now much more powerful than even my man’s rod. Then, when I had enough rest, it was all pumping and rocking that cock again with my anus and my guts, making my monster breeding stallion remember just how much a controlled him.

Eventually, I heard his balls ‘cough.’ Like a car on a dying battery, they produced loud, grave, but pitiful sounds of utter fatigue. My entire body hardened and caused the crater to grown wider and deeper; my muscular power was such that now every little movement of mine caused rippling shockwaves through the air, and a single flex of my biceps would be enough to make it swell so monstrously that I literally could lower my arms fully or rest them besides my body. I was fucking pumped!

“Are you dry, my bull?” I milked him anally while the beast just squirmed senselessly on the ground. Though quivering and spasming a lot, my man was gone; he’d entered a comatose state some three or four days ago, and from then on I was basically making love to his body, not to the man himself.

Not that I minded such senseless brutality; at eight months of pregnancy, brimming with life, power, and muscles, I enjoyed testing the limits of both my physical prowess and my sexual thirsty. A genetically superior and supreme woman such as myself, after all, should have no heavy consciousness for using her breeding stallion exactly for what Momma Nature designed him: a fuck-tool of relentless power and even more endless cum.

I stood up, feeling the thirsty inches of his now mostly-soft cock slid out of my intestines and anus. When its monstrous head popped out from my strong anus, I flexed my butt cheeks, and then I marveled at how my two mountains of ass-muscles almost sucked the cock back into the anus. His prick was literally stuck in my rear, and the pressure of my glutes was such that it caused the man to whimper and whine in his dreams: “bruuuh… no…!!” Tears kept flowing from his eyes from time to time. “No more, mommy… please!!”

I crushed the helmet of his cock a few more times, just for good measure. His body jolted on the ground, cracking it further, every time I flexed my powerful muscles: *boom! Boom! Boom!!* After releasing his cock, the sexy phallus fell on the ground. Even though it was almost completely soft, its impact caused the ground to crack and the earth to tremble, and the resulting sound echoed for many miles around us, making even my powerful eardrums hurt.

“Now, now…” I grabbed the slimy snake from the ground. “A little bit of nutrition.” I ate the cock and sucked its cum. I stood with one knee on the man’s bloated belly, grabbing one of his testicles with my left hand so as to pump even more seed through his breeding rod. I had to contain my urge as I felt the titanium-hard ball sack in my fingers; there was no more fat or excess cum in it whatsoever. «Jesus!» I giggled. «You’re really dry!»

Dry, but still fighting: his humongous balls looked like oversized raisins; they were just skin, ducts, and testicles, with the only cum there being that which his gonads produced at a breakneck pace to be instantly shot up by his penis. As soon as the sperm was formed… *boom!* It exploded through his prick at velocities even superior to his very first cumshots, like the bull was trying to compensate for his obvious depletion.

I felt the creamy, sticky semen blasting through his gonads at speeds superior to the sound itself. The bursts of cum exploded on my stomach in powerful jets, filling it up loudly like a tank of hot marmalade, making me feel like I was drinking the hot breeding magma of a fertility god! The snake of his penis was completely “soft”—and by that I mean “dangly” and “wobbly,” for the surface of the prick itself was harder than steel; that’s just how his penis was—yet it still provided my belly with such strong salvos of jizz that even if I blew the massive cocks of a thousand horses, fuck, I wouldn’t get in a year what that virile stallion gave me in a minute.

Even when defeated, the male was impressive—yet I was much more so. “Bah!” I plopped the penis out of my mouth, letting it fall between his legs and squirt the sperm into his feet. “Oh, goodness!” Cum oozed through my mouth, nose, and eyes. Very loud and arrogant and flashy, I licked my fingers while still vomiting out cum from time to time. “That’s enough for nutrition! Now,” I stood up, eyeing his cock with murderous intent, “let’s fuck this beautiful penis one more time, shall we?”

The poor male squirmed, his limbs jolting funnily on the ground. “Noooo…” His voice was low and grave, breaking away so difficultly from his chest, like low grunts into the earth. “P-please, m-master, no…”

I grabbed his dangly cock. “Heh.” I licked it. The feverish heat of its surface was still enough to get me squirting. I sat on my man’s abs, with my back to his face, and cradled that orgasming prick in my arms and between my heavy, titanic breasts, just like one huge baby. “Aww.” I kissed the smooth, perfectly-sculpted surface of its helmet, sucking a little bit of the cum that flowed on it. “My beautiful baby boy is so tired.” I kissed it, bit it, licked it. “So defeated.”

The man wailed. I could see him still trying to gather enough strength to hit back at me. It was futile: the flexing of my goddess ass on his abs felt like punches straight on his guts; judging by his grunts and his stiffness soon after, they achieved their task in immobilizing him. “Poor, poor male.” I spread out my legs, showering his own with my gallons of squirt. “Mommy could take three of you at the same time if she wanted.” Guiding that wobbly cock with my arms, I placed it between my legs, letting it shower cum on the man’s own balls. The burning heat and steams from that semen felt like a sauna at the very heart of a volcano. “Oh, baby boy!” I turned the cock to my cunt. It sprayed me with me “cum! Oh!!”

I came. Fuck!! Even then, my orgasms were so powerful! The fully-softened cock still came like the machine it was! My cervix was pierced and my womb was invaded with seed. My babies were soon swimming and dancing on the cum of their father. In moments like these, they were the happiest they’d ever been! “Ooh!!” I moved the orgasming cock up between my legs, pressing its ginormous head against my swollen labia. For once, I felt something new: the massive dong couldn’t break through the muscles of my cunt, and I was forced to flex my arms and make my shoulders bulge so as to press the cock against the tight seal of my womanhood.

Looking back at my man, I saw the poor thing squirming and crying. His face was being electrocuted by enough orgasms to kill a hundred horses; his muscles were barely holding together! I was over eleven feet at that point, and my muscle mass easily surpassed ten thousand pounds—add the babies in that equation, oh, and I was probably over twenty-freaking-thousand pounds, far surpassing my male’s “petty” fifteen thousand pounds.

“I’m serious.” I spoke either to him or to the cock. With a brutal motion, I relaxed the muscles of my labia and made my pussy open up like the jaws of an anaconda—my anaconda which would swallow his! My pussy, just like me, was big and insanely hard, and at its “natural” distension it could swallow up an American football with ease. The cock of my man, once fully aroused, displayed a head much bigger than a basketball, but now that it was soft, oh, it was the perfect fit for my goddess womanhood! “I could fuck the muscles out of three of you bulls! Ooh!!” I pushed the cock head into my vagina. *Boom!!!* Acting on its own accord, my cunt closed on the cock and literally… *boom!!* Sucked it in! “Oh, god!!” I lifted up my head and placed my hands besides the man’s waist. I was so huge now that even my frame surpassed his! I couldn’t think for too long about that, though: with the soft cock now inside me, I started pumping it. “OOOH!!” The intense pleasure inside myself could barely register next to the orgasmic hellfire faced by my man. The ground continued to cave around us, now at a much faster rate.

“OOOHH!!!” My male screamed. “OOOOAARRH!!!” His tongue rolled out and shivered electrically in the air. I could see sparkles flying around us. His body was in combustion, and his cock was soon about to be ripped by my much superior cunt.

“Oh, my fucking god!!” I lactated powerful jets of milk into the distance as my snatch worked on its own, independent of my will. Even after eight months of near-continuous-fucking, I haven’t felt such brutal, godly power in my crotch: I could feel every muscle tensed to the max, my cunt working that cock with the mastery of a divine breeding machine, literally coaxing more cum out of its balls with its titanic suction powers! I had done something similar, indeed, with that cock by sucking the milk straight into my throat. That time was different, though: that time, it was my cunt, with its myriad of inner muscles, which sucked his balls dry, and the power and pressure it resulted was enough to create gradual, increasing *booms!* around my waist. “Oooh!!” The squirt exploded from the seal of my labia. My lips crushed that cock with steel-bending pressure—and that was plain to see by the bending they caused on the cock’s surface—yet my juices kept exploding at higher pressures, showering woman-cum on the surroundings thanks to the planet-core-busting pressure inside my womb. “Oooh-uuuuh!!!” I leaned back further and further, taken hostage by the suicidal aggressivity of my raging cunt.

My lips and the whole muscular insides of my vagina began to suck the cock itself deeper and deeper, my labia literally pulling the beast in like a mouth sucking on very heavy noodles, and I felt the serpent fill me up completely while ejaculating volcanic loads within me. Soon, my belly was bloating hugely, yet the excess cum burst along with my squirt through my cunt at greater volumes, like a dam of semen again burst in my recesses. “How do you like that, stud??” I let my cunt do its job; it sure didn’t need any help destroying that cock on its own! “I ain’t even doing anything!!”

My beast roared, and I took the opportunity to bend over backwards like a gymnast and mark his face with a kiss. I pushed his mouth into mine and slid my tongue inside him again. Looking at his quivering face, I made sure to blink normally and look as casual as possible as I tongue-fucked his throat. While my cunt pumped his dick like a thousand women, I made my pièce de résistance by casually speaking to him through the sides of my lips: “you see? You’re nothing next to me!” I kept piercing his throat with my tongue while letting my cunt eat up and suck his dick dry. The filthiest cruelty, though, was yet to come! “Let me show you what your Alpha can truly, truly do!” I could hear him screaming into my mouth, yet his agony only got me hotter! And more determined!

Lifting my horse-like muscular legs into the air, I stepped brutally onto his balls, masturbating them viciously. *Boom!!* Like something had snapped in my cunt, I began to suck that penis so hard that my cervix was broken like butter, and the monster snake was abruptly pulled into my fertilized womb, cumming its loads straight into my placenta.

“I would ask you to fill me, but you no longer do the pumping here.” I destroyed his prick with pumps so almighty shockwaves burst from my crotch. “This is not your cock. This is my cock!” My foot-masturbation on his balls turned lightspeed. “Let me show you the power of Earth’s mightiest woman!” Ferociously squishing his balls and cunt-pumping his dick, I made my muscles swell. “I’m a goddess!!!” I could not resist screaming to the skies. I had to! “I’m a fucking, almighty goddess!! Now FEEL MY POWER!!!”

Oceans of cum suddenly exploded inside of me, and my sixteen children almost grew in size and musculature themselves as they felt the steamy invasion of their father’s liquid on me. My toes on his ball sack were so fast, so powerful, and so vicious that the ground under his testicles caved in much faster than the surroundings, soon drilling his butt into the earth until we were both sort of “sitting” on a hole, and then sinking much faster along with the entire unraveling space. Earthquakes thundered as my fingers drilled the jizz out of his balls, competing with my cunt to see who was the most powerful milker.

It was the cunt—undeniably the cunt! The jizz coursed through the prick at supersonic speeds, and my cunt pumped it with such divine and perfect technique that the “pumps” were actually just one long, unbroken sucking—and what powerful sucking it was! My male roared, banging his head against the earth and putting all his muscles on a permanently-flexed stance. All the water had been drained from his body, and now I felt I was draining his muscles themselves!! He was considerably leaner than when he’d fallen asleep, and even his almighty testicles, which normally shouldn’t get any smaller than ostrich eggs, were now shrinking slowly, but noticeably under my powerful feet. I pumped him and milked him while possessively marking his face with my tongue, licking him just like a very horny woman would lick her favorite Alpha stud.

“How about we stop playing and start fucking, heh?” I lifted my hips juuust a little. “Heh, my stud?” I kissed his cheeks, very cute and cuddly. “Okay, my baby darling. Mommy’s gonna savage your dick now, okay?” I winked at him, and my crotch was raised juuust a little bit further up. “Okay! Let’s fuck!!”

The world absolutely ended for my man as my pussy began to properly raze that gorgeous cock. Even in all its exhaustion the prick couldn’t stay fully soft anymore, spewing gallons inside me at a pace now to fill entire continents with spunk in an hour! My womb, cervix, and hips were stretched to their very widest, unloading all the spunk that monster erupted in me. That wasn’t even the beginning of the beginning as I started to hump on that cock as if my life depended on it.

It truly did. «This is a battle of wills!» My hips went up and down brutally, quickly, fatally, crushing that cock under the divine pressure of tens of humps per second; they slowly turned into one large blur in the night as I drew deeper breaths and made sure to never stop increasing that deadly speed! I was on a killing spree!! Cunt sauce and man juice exploded all around us, filling the hole we dug ourselves into and slowly lifting us back up to the edge of the crater.

I pushed my feet against his balls and ground those testicles on the soil whenever possible, fucking his man-rod while executing a pumping operation with my pussy that made me feel like a thousand fuck-machines built entirely for the purpose of pleasuring him—or emasculating him! Harder and harder and harder, I pounded his soft cock with my pussy, dragging it deeper in me with the atomic pressure of my pussy walls. His semen exploded and spread heavily on the ground while my juices were dynamited into the air.

Even my cumming was much more powerful than his own! Cradling his squirming face in one hand, rubbing his cheeks on mine, I heard him whisper and cry while shedding some tears of my perfect face. “P-pleeeease!!!” His tone was now childlike. He puckered his lips towards me, not for kissing, but for suckling on my milky tits. “Mommy, no more! Please, mommy…!!!”

I fucked him harder. Our juices exploded everywhere. Cracks were formed, continents were split—and I was still just warming up. “Mommy’s not gonna stop until she’s milked every last drop of you, my baby boy.” Abruptly, I took my feet from his balls, lifted my massive legs up again, and literally rolled around his massive dong like a rotatable chair, sitting on his crotch with my huge, lactating breasts now facing him. My humongous (yet always ripped) belly basically prevented us from hugging tightly—but I was not one to let even physics itself dictate my actions! Grabbing my super male by the shoulder, I pulled him for a kiss—and a ravaged his dick harder, harder, harder, harder…!!! “Come, my baby!” I slapped him a few good times, and my blows made the earth explode around his face. “Baby boy want some milk?” My calm, tender words contrasted monstrously with my earth-shattering fucking of his tool. His cock was no longer only soft, but it was actually shriveling! Inside the warm, gushing contours of my perfect cunt, I felt its sturdy surface gradually thinner, my megalomaniac pounding sucking the very life force of that semen.

Leaning back briefly, crushing my man’s neck so as to prevent him from drawing closer, I slapped his balls and felt them literally screech, a new age dawning on our massive, over-fertile bodies: his balls were dry! Well, not entirely: gallons of cum still were pumped into his sack every single fraction of second, making the ocean blasting from my cunt look even harder than before, but the balls themselves now couldn’t produce as much semen as the dick was cumming. His shriveling genitalia was actually screaming and dying out, his muscles literally (and visibly) deflating everywhere! The testicles were not producing cum because he himself was cumming; they were producing cum because I was sucking him! “Come on, horse, come!! I want many more oceans of thick sperm coming out of your cum bags… NOW!!” I literally punched his balls, and my man would have howled to the moon if he had any energy left in him. The semen burst in massive spurts through his ducts, but the once tireless streams were now just huge marbles of cum separated by utter dryness in his ducts. His balls looked worse than dry: they were over-exhausted and about to literally implode!! Segments of their surface caved in, just like the ground around us. The testicles began to rise and meet my man’s pelvis, literally sucked up by my ferocious pumping.

“God!!” I lifted myself to his shoulders, twisting and turning my convulsing cunt so as to literally seize the movements of his legs. With a tremendous, crushing pressure… *crunch!!* I squeezed and pulled his cock so hard my man stood up in a reflex, and remained standing for as long as I crushed his dick. His entire body was harder than iron, no longer because of his titanic strength, but because of my demonic pumping: his legs were literally controlled by my cunt now! Every time I power-pumped him, creating shockwaves on the earth, he gave little jolts, jumping on the cracking land beneath us. “My baby wants mommy to emasculate him, huh? Huh?” My cunt fucked his rod so brutally that his balls smacked his pelvis loudly: *smaaack!* The bull began to shake like a bamboo stick on an earthquake, his veins and arteries literally shifting all around his musculature, so close to snapping and exploding through his skin.

My pussy sucked his cock so fucking harder that my entire, over-filled womb rose with it and my babies on my body, and the man’s crotch was literally pulled and stretched from his hips! I heard his skin stretching, and soon bits of it snapping as the monster cock hit the very top of my womb, then travelled along my babies to the height of my stomach, were it rested. If it went just one inch further, his genitalia would have literally been ripped from his body! The man often times leaned back, as if about to fall, but the tremendous rigidity of every fiber in his being literally prevented him from collapsing!

I bit his earlobes and restrained my movements, happy with the knowledge that, if I wanted to… “I can rip your cock off with barely any effort!” I whispered to him. Oh! My entire being wanted to punctuate my words with even stronger pumps on his words, but again I put a pause to my savagery. I literally couldn’t fuck him harder without maiming him! I didn’t want to! “My pussy is barely at ten percent its power.”

“Mmmmr-mmph!!!” The beast grunted, shedding constant rivers of tears on his quivering, bloated face. I licked him and pulled his nipples, making him cry harder and whimper for mercy. He probably wanted to say “mommy” or “mistress” or anything like that, but he literally couldn’t anymore: his massive body was considerably smaller and shorter, his fifteen thousand pounds reduced by two or three thousand, his fourteen feet of height slashed by one or two feet. With the power of my ever-pumping cunt, I had matched that giant! As the cherry on top, crowning his utter humiliation, I lowered my legs onto the ground and pressed my feet on it.

My feet met the cum-ridder soil, but my knees were still a little bent. With a smile that would have made even Satan blush, I placed my fists on my hips and made my muscles soar, pulling back my entire body… and lifting that man off the ground by the penis!

 “Look at that!” I flexed my muscles so as to lift him higher and higher! “Months ago, I was the one being pinned to your cock pounded effortlessly tens of feet above the ground without you having to use your hands! Now…” I crushed his cock harder, and his body rose higher and yet even higher! “I am the one lifting you by the crotch!!”

Barely giving my man a second to think, I closed my arms on him and crushed his entire body. *BOOOM!!!* Semen and lube exploded through his every hole in his face, emptying out all his insides. The man could barely breathe, yet I crushed him hard until I could feel my palms piercing his muscles and my fingers meeting his bones. If he didn’t break into a billion cracked bones and torn-up muscles, it was only because I still limited my full strength to “ten percent!” I laughed. “Only ten percent!!”

That man could be fucked and devoured whole by a hundred thousand demonesses, and he would still barely do to his prick what I was doing to it with barely a conscious thought. My thrusts were animalistic, probably much more so than his own when he started fucking me. Grabbing that man with my arms—my whole body!—I thrust myself brutally in his cock time and time and time again, each blow making the earth shake and sink, and each motion propelling up both forward until, many minutes later, I was thrusting on him while crushing his back against the slope of another mountain. Behind us, countries-worth of fracked earth and torn-up soil.

I planted my hands besides his face. I looked at him like a hungry male about to devour his sweet pussy. “I’m the man now!!”

I fucked him! Girl, the entire mountain behind him exploded into two different halves, and his body quickly collapsed inside it, being drilled deeper and deeper by my cunt ravishing his dong. My fists turned the stone to dust so quickly that I often found myself struggling to grab on something, and by the end of those endless minutes of savage fucking, I figured it was much better to hold the male in place, hugging him by his waist and shoulders, and just fucking him up-and-down, just like a very strong man would fuck his woman like a sex doll.

I licked that male possessively, marking my territory with my scent. His thirteen-thousand pounds of dried out muscles now hopped in the air several times per second, the ground ceding and caving in quickly beneath my feet. His softened cock was almost pure liquid; my pussy had sucked and pumped and crushed to the point its surface felt spongy and shriveled. I lifted one eyebrow while still savagely pounding that male; my diabolic chuckles could be heard amidst the booms of my thrusts. “What? No dick anymore?” I made him stiffen by squeeze-twisting my pussy on his cock, almost tying a knot with his breeding flesh. “Is my pussy too strong for your pencil dick, huh?” I licked him again. “Huh?”

After mere minutes after that sentence, his body itself answered for me—an answer, in fact, which was the most amazing I could ever get: his prick throbbed and swelled and puked a few more gallons of seed inside my womb, each load now ridiculously small compared to even his smallest loads from a few months ago. That male was devastated beyond comprehension, yet still each of his loads were incomparably larger than any regular male—superior even than the full seminal ejection of a couple donkeys.

Then, with crying agony, I hear his prick ‘cough’ and weaken: desperate loads burst into my womb, failing to even make my babies tickle. The penis curled up on itself, shrinking and shying away like his balls had. Then, the loads just… stopped! My pussy instinctively smelled something wrong, and actually went out of its way to breathe life back into that cock, to the peril of literally ripping it off! “Whoa, girl!!” I hugged my man tighter and lifted him higher while lowering my face to speak to my pussy: “calm down!” My cunt, however, was furious: how dared that cock stop cumming! It was like a faithful refusing to pay tribute to its goddess! I don’t doubt that, in a punitive rage, the haughty genital literally wanted to consume and eat that penis whole, and I had to grunt and snarl at it, like an Alpha wolf to its puppies, to make that bastard cunt obey me again: “stop this now or I will finger the fuck out of you!” My pussy trembled, still wanting to rip that cock from the crotch. “Arrogant cunt! Don’t you see you’re hurting him?! Enough is enough!” I cupped the quivering, twitching face of my man and kissed him, now pumping his dick more lovingly, massaging every inch of it instead of destroying it. “Are you out of juice, my beautiful stallion?” My lips met his cheeks longingly and passionately. “Are you empty of cum? Don’t you be ashamed if you are.” I caressed his hair while sucking his earlobes. “You gave me the fuck of a lifetime.” I pumped his dick to show that I supported him wholeheartedly. “You are an amazing stud.”

Despite all his near-death condition, the male managed to shiver and grunt following my compliment: “ooh!!” His dick sprang back to life, if only to shoot its final, swan-song of cum inside me: *bluuursh!!* My womb was heated one last time by his steady cum before the dick died out completely, shrinking to half its usual size and popping out of my womb to nest in my vagina.

“Mm!” I rolled my eyes beneath the lids. “Cozy.” The giant dick was nested inside my pussy like a giant snake. Its length was barely twenty inches now, and its girth could be easily encircled with two hands (though a single hand was still out of the question). The beast was as dead as a penis that enormous could be, and I didn’t doubt that, next to the frame of such a giant male, it actually looked small, even tiny—a monster reduced to a micro-dick thanks to the power of his lay’s pussy.

The coolness of the monster said little about the heat of my cunt. If anything, my body was in rage! “Fuck!!” I felt the cunt chewing on that prick, still aggressively trying to harden it up again. “Will you give us a… oooh!…” I shivered and cleared my throat. The orgasms, fuck! They were eating me up alive. “Give us some space, please!”

«NO!!!» I could hear my pussy roar to me. It was wild, it was beastly, it was animalistic! My body was communicating to me so clearly on a subconscious level, to the point that I was now connected to the spirit and soul of my every muscle and organ—none as strong or loud or demanding, of course, as those of my hungry, tireless cunt.

My man trembled in my arms, lifting his huge legs up to wrap them around my hips. Shivering like in a cold, he rested his head on my shoulders, snuggling up to my neck, and begged: “mommy! Mommy!!” His voice still so grave! “No more!” He cried, and my heart was struck with pity. “Please, mommy, no m-”

“Shh, shh.” I kissed him tenderly and laid his back on the ground. I rested on top of him, slowly lifting my hips up and pulling my pussy away from his dick. «Damn!» I thought. «Bitch’s got a bite like a fucking crocodile jaw!» The dick would move, and my man felt tremendous pain on such a godly squeeze. “Hey, baby boy…” I kissed him, making sure not an inch of his perfect face was untouched by my loving hands or an inch of his lips was uncared by my wet, kissing lips. I smooched him like crazy, smothering him with my sweet mommy love. “My beautiful baby boy. You fucked me like a pro. You earned your rest. Mm!” My pussy, damn it!, wasn’t collaborating. “Now let mommy protect you from all who wish you harm.”

Abruptly, even angrily, I sank one hand in my crotch and pierced my pussy with my fingers. Fuck! That bitch was as hard as iron! Sensing my aggression, it literally trying to break my fingers and suck that cock all the way back into the womb again, so hard and so unyielding that I actually had to use both hands to just halt its pressure, and then I had to divert all the power of my body to my arms and shoulders while I literally tried to split open my labia, opening them up like two giant doors of solid iron. “You fucking… cunt!!” Literally. Gallons of cum and squirt exploded as I roared and breathed fire and steam, trying to open that fucking thing! “Open up, you freaking cunt! Damn it! Fuck!” The smell of thick penis proved to be much temptation for the cunt, though. If I wanted it to comply, I would need to offer it something in return. “When I told ya I was going to finger you, did you think it was a punishment?” The sturdy labia twitched in my fingers, signifying that the pussy was listening. “You stupid cunt! That was a promise! A prize!” I smiled, feeling my muscles sore with that strenuous effort. Being fucked through mountains? Nah. Fucking a man like Satan himself? Nah. Literally cracking a planet open with the power of my thrusts? Nah, nah, nah! It was trying to open my pussy that finally made my muscles hurt! “Idiot cunt, come on!” I licked my lips, feeling the milk gushing through my nipples. “I will finger you ‘til you bleed if you… just!… stop!… resisting!!”

*Boom!* My labia ceded. The cock was freed. *Floomp!* With a loud, wobbly noise, the sexy beast rested on the man’s thighs, a shriveled shadow of its former self. Bursts of jizz blasted through my cunt—my jizz, not his. Squirt after ocean of squirt exploded with such intensity that the blasts literally cut through my man’s iron skin, making him bleed on the cracked soil. “Fuck me!! I’m on a fucking roll!!” I moved my cunt to the side and fingered the unyielding clit. Blast after blast after earth-shattering blast cracked the ground and cratered it, with my powerful muscles booming and roaring as if the night had just begun.

The moon shone neatly to me. I turned my cunt up and blasted my spunk into it. “Fuck!!” I blasted. “Fuck!! Oooh, fuck!!” I didn’t want it to be like that, so sudden and unceremoniously, but my pussy was raging and my clit was demanding payment of my promise—immediately! «You said you were going to fuck me!!» My clitoris spoke within my mind, releasing wave after wave of breathtaking pleasure through my crotch. «Now fuck me!!» My fingers were compelled to obey: they slid inside the cunt’s labia, crushed ferociously by its grip. «Fuck me like a thousand stallions!!»

I laughed. My tits hardened and gushed milk into the air. “You…!!” Still, I was struggling to catch some breath. “You stupid little cunt! A thousand stallions?!” I laughed some more, and then I turned down to that vagina with my eyes glazing red. “Haven’t you seen what I can do?!” I sank both hands between my thighs, ready to massacre myself like I did my hunk. “Im’ma fuck yo lips like a million goddamned horses!!” Both hands penetrated my pussy. It had begun. “Fucking die, you fucking cunt!!”

The gushes that followed could be heard from the other side of the solar system.

* * * * *

I didn’t plan on masturbating. To be honest, I never quite much liked touching myself: once I came of age, I had any dick and any muscle stud I wanted in the palm of my hand. Whenever I so desired, I could just call the hottest man on the planet and he would fuck me quinny to exhaustion—though, to be honest, it was always much more probable that he would be the one exhausted first.

“Fuck…!! Oooh, FUCK!!” My powerful grip cracked the ground. Mountains turned to dust as I ground my back against their slope. All around me, strong, sturdy rocks unraveled in a mess of pebbles and dust as my fingers ferociously beat my pussy into submission—only to be beaten back by own perfect organism.

Sex with my hunk had never prepared me for that. I was honestly astonished by what I could achieve—and now, for once, I was the one being scared shitless by such power. “FUCK!!” With planet-shaking bursts, my pussy unloaded oceans on the floor beneath me, cratering it with its meteoric power. Entire continents were still being destroyed around me; I was a mere human, yet that whole planet would be cracked by my power and flooded by my cum—and that wouldn’t still be enough! “Fuck, fuck, FUUUCK!!” I banged my hand against the mountain slope, further cracking it.

My kids jumped inside my bloated belly. Despite having a pregnant swell as big as a fucking minivan, my body was still ripped and bulging with gorgeous muscles. If anything, I was the ripped human being and creature in the universe! Even rhinos would struggle to match the power I had in a single leg, let alone in the rest of my goddess body. “Fuck yeah!!” I breathed fire through my nostrils. Literally: the flame escaped my nose while my fingers redoubled and re-redoubled and re-re-redoubled again the power of their fingering, beating and crashing and destroying that pussy, fighting to reach its exhaustion point and the endgame of all that masturbatory madness. “I’m a god!!” My muscles boomed and bulged whenever I realized my inhuman perfection. The gushes of orgasms increased noticeably, whole Niagaras exploding through my cunt. “I’m a… ooh!!” I licked my lips and rolled my eyes. “I’M A FUCKING GOD!!”

The mountain turned to dust behind me, and my body sank within it as my fingers drilled deeper and deeper inside my cunt. The body of my stud was nowhere to be seen. I had probably fucked myself through a whole continent at that point, and the stud would likely have been floating on the steamy, creamy oceans of my spunk.

The powerful labia shivered and trembled, bloated like enormous fruits of fertility. «Is that all that you can give me?!» They screamed at me inside my mind, their voice just like mine, but much more ferocious and insane.

Their timbre made me cum. I felt like a submissive female all over again in the arms of a much more massive, much more virile stud—and I myself was that stud. Fuck! «Do you have any idea how much we’re holding back?» My cunt spoke to me, building up a pile of unbelievable orgasms within my womb. «Cum!» They demanded, and my mind blanked up in a swirl of electricity. «Little harder now!» I collapsed, my back squirming madly on the ground. Pussy juice rained all over me. My juices were so strong and highly pressurized they exploded into tiny flames upon contact with the ground. Still, the blasts were only now starting to get hard! «You’re just as week as the man you fucked! You should be ashamed of yourself!» My labia tightened so hard on my fingers that I heard my bones nearly dislodged. The pile of pent-up orgasms started to slip through my womb, contaminating all my muscles and my nerves. «Harder. Harder!! Fuck us harder, you weak woman!»

“Jesus fucking… OOH!!” I cracked the ground with the repeated banging of my head and the powerful jolts of my entire, over-muscular body. My ripped cunt had just about lost all its patience with me: «you don’t deserve pity.» Then, it…!! «Take it! Take it all!»

The orgasms were unleashed in me, and the entire valley I was masturbating at the moment cracked, caved, and collapsed under the shockwaves of my destructive, apocalyptic orgasms. Explosions of cum and fire wrecked the ground between my legs for miles into the horizon, and the bustling dam of nectar from my cunt made it rain constantly and hard all over that continent—a storm of nectar as hot as lava and as thick as the thickest male semen!

For a moment, I wished I was dead. That pleasure was unlike anything I had experienced before—I had had fucked through mountains and whole planets with a giant hunk of muscles! I had taken a 60-inch-cock pounding on my pussy with the power of fracking machine for eight months uninterruptedly, yet only now was I experiencing through pleasure—a pleasure, I figured, only a woman as big and massive and hard and muscular such as I could give myself.

“OOOH… FUCK…!!!” I travelled through whole galaxies while feeling the cum invade my every nerve. “GOD!!!” As good as my stud had been… damn! Only I could properly fuck myself.

To the fearful shivering of my cunt, I lifted my head up, with my back laid on the ground and my legs spread open. Making the skies tremble, I laughed at that swollen cunt. “Nice orgasms!” I firmed my muscular fingers on its labia. “But I’m afraid you’ve be laxing.” With an aggressive swelling of my arms, chest, and shoulders, and penetrated myself deeper. “Mmm… this!… this is how you fuck!!”

My pussy screamed and blasted even stronger jest of nectar as I fucked it with my hands like they were two giant penises belonging to muscle gods of sex. You could barely see the movement of my arms as I penetrated myself so intensely and so hard and so deep that even my cervix was ravished by my fingers. Not only were the thrusts intense enough to crack the ground beneath my hips, but my ten fingers had the full mobility that was expected of a goddess’s limbs, and they insatiably masturbated… every! Fucking! Inch!! Of all my insides!

The explosions of cum appeared to warp time itself, each blast turning day into night, then night into day. There were moments when the rain of my own cum was so intense I could barely breathe under its torrential pouring, and other moments when my blasting was so hard and so voluminous I’d managed to drown myself under hundreds of feet of pussy cream. Under the nectar, I could hold my breath for hours on end; there was literally nothing I couldn’t achieve with that superhuman body, especially when I was giving myself so much pleasure and drilling from my insides so much cum!

It was then, in the middle of all these hellish orgasms, that an unexpected pain struck my core; I could feel it within my crotch, like the strike of a burning spear: *booom!!* I was already breathless because of all the orgasms, but that new, hard-hitting pang made me almost puke my lungs out. In a very different way than all the orgasms that came before, my guts began to churn, my belly bloating and booming harder and louder. I was in labor!

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Hello, my beautiful honey buns! I hope you’ve enjoyed this week’s chapter of my “Seedmaker” series.

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I do not know if I’m ever publishing there again, at least not when it comes to erotica. I’ve got a pretty stern warning from Amazon about my particular type of, *cahem,* “content,” so anything that pushes the envelope anymore with them, you know, might be one push too far.

MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL (PAY SPECIAL ATTENTION, NOW)… I’m writing my first ever novel! Yeah, right? Woo-hoo! In all seriousness, though, I LOVE how the novel is turning out. It will be a mix of erotica (of course) with “serious work,” dealing with some pretty heavy topics.

I kind of avoid speaking to much about it, though, as it is a work in (very early) progress, but I just really want to let you know that, yeah, I’m working on a novel and, once it comes out, it would simply be the BEST if all of you came out to check on it and let me know what you think of it. In terms of support, oh, that’d simply the BEST THING EVER for me, so keep this note in mind! 😉 ❤

I also got a Patreon, so… yeah, check it out: https://www.patreon.com/gigipotemkin

There is absolutely NOTHING there, though, so… really… I dunno… just leaving the link here just in case. I hope to develop the platform one day, but right now, yeah, I’ve got my head on too many other places. Thank you for your attention, my mares and stallions. See you next week! :*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Her orgasms broke the twenty-six-minute barrier. At that pace, she’d spend over half an hour cumming!

‘Ooorrh!! Oooorrrh!!! Oooaaahee!!!’ Her pussy explosions never stopped. Her was a burst fire hydrant flooding my ripped, rock-hard abs. ‘Aaah, aaaaahh, aaaarrhh!!’

As hard as her eyes rolled, as much as her pussy and nose bled, she still kept cumming! That led me to take some drastic measures!

‘Enough! You came enough already, you selfish cunt!’

‘Oooaarrhhh!!!!’

I did what any sensible girl would do at that moment and took my fingers of her cunt. What happened after, however, left me aghast!

‘OOOORRHH…!!!’

Freed from my hands, her body hopped into the air, squirting gallons and gallons of lubes like a frenzied cum-machine: bloooorrssshh-blooooorrssshh-sblooooorrsshh-blooooooorrsshh…!!!

‘Damn, girl!!’ I shouted. ‘Where the fuck do you get so much spunk from??!! Jesus Christ, that’s a lot of load!’

‘Aaaahhhh, aaaaarhhhh…!!!’

Her pussy looked like a machine gun of spunk. Her jets stained the walls and reached up to the ceiling, and my breasts squirted milk literally to all sides!

‘Good heavens!’ I widened my eyes.

For one continuous minute, she squirted spunk and milk, and after that… bruuum!! She fainted!

Her body fell flat on the ground, finally unconscious —though still shivering and quivering with the orgasms that kept railing her.

‘Whore… whore… whore!!’ I breathed deep, my heart beating quickly.

Her pussy, despite everything, didn’t stop quirting; for every couple of seconds, bluuursshh!!, a new jet burst out of it!

The waves of pleasure ravished her body, bursting from her waist and running all the way up to her head and the tip of her fingers, and her eyes unloaded rivers of tears coated in sheer ecstasy.

God knows how long she would keep coming like that.

«I don’t know… and I don’t care.» Drying my hands, I looked to the other side of the cave. «I’ve got other bitches to deal with.»

Yet all of them were already in a sorry state: Camila looked dead, with her wrists seemingly broken after so much fingering, and Paola remained thirsty as fuck, riding Victoria’s back as the latter paid her no attention, preferring instead to seed herself with that heavenly semen on the ground.

«Fucking shit!» I thought, looking out of the cave.

Everything was wasted, and the scent of wild male was almost nauseating. «Oh, my god… this smell!»

My breasts immediately tilted up, harder than rocks.

‘Aaaahee, aaahee… uuhe!!’

I started to feel tiny pops in my cunt, arousing further my already-swollen labia and quivering clit.

I wasn’t exactly dripping, bur rather drooling through my panties, which for some reason I was still wearing.

«My g-g-god…!!» I bit my thick lips, barely able to keep myself still in one place. «What’s going on here…??!»

The spunk kept raining down in hundreds of gallons every second from the sky, as if a million virile males were nutting, with their huge dicks, from the clouds.

The liquids fell as thick, thundering floods. White columns of steam emerged from the ground like geysers. Explosions were heard at every instant thanks to the impact of those huge spunk meteors on the ground.

‘Ooo-ooo-ooohh!!’ I groaned loudly, now really losing my shit, completely lost in the haze of those dense fumes. It was so much spunk that the air was slowly condensing and turning white.

By my side, I head Victoria scream:

‘Aaaahee… AAAAHEEE!!!’

Moving away from Priscilla, who kept coming like mad, I smiled at Vic:

‘Enjoying yourself, bitch?’

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A giant demoness CRUSHES her sexy angel with countless orgams by fingering her, milking her, and so much more! [FREE PAGES]

The demoness smiled as her angel screamed, feeling like a goddess of hell as the muscles rippled through her body and the veins made her arm bulge and swell. She wouldn’t have been bigger or heavier even if she were made of pure iron. The demoness was a 11ft-tall, 800-pound monster of muscles and power… and she would now completely destroy her angel with all this power.

“All these muscles, my dear, used for just one thing:” her eyes beamed with the fires of hell, “crushing your cunt!

Nooo…!!” The angel almost shot tears through her eyes, so intense was her agony.

The demoness relaxed her arms and led her hand to the angel’s steamy cunt. Her hungry fingers wasted no time in flickering every inch of her engorged labia and her raging clit. The cunt felt immensely hard and hot as the demoness performed the very first motions, creating an avalanche of orgasms in the poor angel’s body.

Her hair spiked up and lightning bolts burst from her skin. Her screams shattered all the glasses in the room, with its huge chandelier blowing up and swinging threateningly in the ceiling. Sharp pierces of glass rained down on the demoness, who nonetheless kept her pose as her fingers raged in the pussy.

Three fingers sank deep into the cunt, and for a second the demoness whelped in pain, feeling a burn in her whole palm as the cunt was short of breathing fire. “Holy fucking shit, angie! The fuck is all that heat??” Steam burst from the angel’s every pore. “Damn!!” The demoness felt the incredible pressure almost tearing her bones into pieces. That cunt alone had more muscle power than a horse kick. “You fucking bimbo bitch, aarhh!!

The demoness’ thumb massacred the angel’s clit while her pinky splurged on her labia, and her three middle fingers performed pussy-genocide in the depth of that cunt, fumbling her cervix and venturing into the womb as the angel replied with oceans of lubes gushing at scorching temperatures –enough to make the demoness scream in pain. “Fuck!!”

Despite her agony, the demoness redoubled her efforts, and the loud, roaring sounds coming from her angel’s tits reminded her that they had gone too long without a good suction. “Give me your mommy cream, bitch!”

FUUUCK…!!!” Lumina screamed endlessly as the demoness’s mouth was bloated with gallons of juices. For the first time in ages, her belly started to grow.

Moved by her powerful orgasms, Drayla’s spread her wings and flapped them, making the demoness hover on the ground, then on the bed.

As the nectar was pouring through the edges of the bed like several waterfalls, a strong fire grew in the angel’s womb, burning her eggs and cooking her ovaries while the demoness unleashed lightning bolts from the tip of her fingers, seizing her entire body in one long, powerful, soul-stealing orgasm. “Let me show you show a few of the tricks us demonesses learn down here.” She ravished Lumina with mighty lightning bolts from her fingers, feeling much of the orgasm ricochet back into her own body as the angel became stiff like metal rod.

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Two athletic lesbians finger each other to massive squirting orgasms + many more indescribable kinks! [FREE PAGES]

The place couldn’t be any more perfect: a beautiful waterfall ended on a spring, with hot steams bursting from its surface.

The place was dark, with a few rays of sun passing through the tree leaves and falling on the short, green grass that surrounded the lake.

‘Oow, how pretty!’

‘Did you bring some swimsuit, honey?’

Iara looked at her with a smile.

‘Swimsuit for what, honey? I want to be one with nature!

‘Oow, oow.’

‘We’ve already got our boobs out, huh? What’s the issue with showing off… all the rest?’

‘You crazy.’

‘Not crazy, just free. Come.’ And she began lowering her trousers. ‘I really want to see your ass, by the way.’

‘Jesus, you’re forward!’

‘You can see that mine, oh, it’s looking pretty dope!’

‘Mmm…’ And Raissa couldn’t resist, in fact, to look at her friendships and legs. ‘Mine’s way bigger, you know.’

‘I don’t know.’ She winked. ‘You’ll have to show me.’

Iara threw her trousers away, revealing her white, naked body to her friend, covered only by thin panties on her waist.

Raissa lowered her gaze briefly, humbled by her beauty.

‘So?’ Iara winked. ‘You still think you’re firmer than I am?’

‘You skank. You truly are gorgeous.’ The friend’s body almost shone under the sun rays. ‘Am I seeing some muscles on you? You look jacked.’

‘Ooow, oow, I have been hitting the gym, uh… maybe a little too much.’

Smiling naughtily, Iara flexed her own arms and belly, making the friend’s eyes widen.

‘Wow!’ The blonde had four-pack abs and two extremely shredded arms. ‘I can even spot the veins on your arms. Nicely done, girl!’

‘Your body is much more impressive. Seriously!’ Iara lifted an eyebrow and pucked her thick, reddish lips. ‘I want to see them so bad!’

Raisa still had her clothes covering her from under her breasts. Still, it was easy to see her shredded abs squeezed beneath the tight cloth.

She was a very wide, naturally muscular woman, the kind of Amazon girl who’d be jacked even if she never stepped once at a gym.

‘Are you that horny for me, love?’

Iara lowered her head and smiled, licking her lips.

‘You know I am. We all are, with this marvelous body of yours.’

‘Oh, shut it. You know Camila and Vanessa are hotter.’

‘Ah, I think they’re too big.’

‘Shut it, you. I know you love them.’ She smiled. ‘You check them out all the time while we are together.’

‘Oh, mm…

‘You love muscles, don’t you?’

She licked her lips again and smiled wider.

‘I adore them!

‘Then okay, I’ll give you some.’ And she was quick to add: ‘but, just so you know…’

‘Mmm?’

‘We ain’t be doing anything silly, okay?’

Smirking ironically, the blonde answered:

‘Alright, alright.’‘Mmm… ‘kay. Here goes nothing. Oow…’

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The little girl then started to violently, uncontrollably hit her with mighty blows, throwing her head, her legs, even her ass against her muscles, screaming like an animal as she fought like three huge bodybuilders. Her strength was such that Vanessa couldn’t could her up for too long; she was just too unprepared by that surge of power to quickly adapt to it.

“Fuck me!” She dropped that woman, who quickly lept to her left and landed about ten feet away from her. As Vanessa and the other girls looked at her, it was almost as if that girl had transformed into a different beast.

“Well, would you look at that.” Gaston mightily played with his cock, making his balls slowly rise and sink on the ocean of spunk he had come after all those hours of orgy. “You awakened her Devil’s Cunt.”

Vanessa held on to the question while she first saw that massive body in front of her: the girl had not only increased in size, but her body seemed harder and more powerful than ever. She was almost looking at a being a pure muscle (if not for her fatter tits and ass).

The ripped woman was covered with thick, throbbing veins from her toes to her forehead, and steam came through every pore of her as she puffed smoke and looked at Vanessa with her gritted teeth and her eyes shining with a bloody red.

Vanessa stepped back, her heart trembling in fear. She was facing a wild animal; an over-muscular, super-aroused wild animal.

“The fuck is a Devil’s Cunt??” She finally asked, and Gaston calmly answered:

“It’s sort of like an inner goddess of a woman. Well, not exactly a goddess, but a devil.” He looked at that mighty beast, who was grunting as she breathed, still cumming milk through her tits and squirts through her cunt, powerfully and mightily feeling a discharge of a hundred electric power grids in her nerves. “You see that she’s still orgasming? You’ve struck all the right nerves in her. When a woman has their pleasure center sufficiently stimulated, she can turn into a beast mode like you see now.” Gaston smiled proudly at her. “I’ve never seen anyone do it except for me. You’re amazing, Vanessa!”

“T-thanks… I guess.”

The massive, muscle-ridden beast gave a little wince forward, making Vanessa vacillate by stepping back again. If not for Gaston’s sudden raising of his arm, that situation could have ended on a blood bath.

“Watch out, Vanessa. She’s a beast now. Don’t have mercy on her.”

“What do you mean by that?”

The furious girl was expelling steam though every pore, her breath so powerful and hot Vanessa could even see some flames coming out of her nostrils and teeth.

“I mean that… you can go all-out.” He smiled. “Or else you’re just going to die.”

“Fuck me!”

“No, Vanessa.” And he turned his gaze to that bloodthirsty animal. “Fuck her.”

When he lowered his arm, the creature lept to Vanessa. The giantess didn’t even see what happened as her body was violently thrust against a wall and her muscles were massacred by the sheer force of the impact. *craaarsh!!* The other girls saw cracks grow all over the wall and up to the ceiling as Vanessa was crushed against the stone, repeatedly beaten by that bestial, muscle cunt. “Rooooaarr!!!” The powerful little woman, who was so much smaller than Vanessa, squeezed the giantess by the waist and effortlessly lifted her up. The wall cracked and turned to dust as the beast kept crushing and pushing Vanessa’s body against it. The giantess felt her insides being squeezed out of her like toothpaste; her organs almost popping like ballons as the smaller beast held her with just one arm and… sank her fingers on her cunt!

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Zeus penetrated her pussy even deeper with his ungodly thick fingers, and she felt her whole body light up like a Christmas tree —one where every light was an explosion, and every explosion carried with it twenty multiple orgasms!

The pussy came gallons and more gallons and yet more gallons without end. The woman grabbed her hair and felt her enormous tits harden, filled with milk, overtaken by so many orgasms than soon enough they’d begin to lactate.

The orgasmic explosions of her pussy hit the body of the muse right in from of her, riding the biceps, and she came so desperately close to losing her balance under that avalanche of multiple orgasms.

Ooorhh…!!’ Her voice grew weaker and fainter. ‘Oooorhh…!!!’

For over two minutes… three minutes… Zeus made those three women experience avalanches of multiple orgasms over piles and piles of yet more multiple orgasms.

‘None of you better fall, sluts, for if you do, you’ll lose your spot.’

‘Oooorhh!!’ The nymphs screamed. ‘Aaaahhh!!!’

Three girls crying and cumming all at once —that’s what Zeus liked to call a ‘warm-up.’

‘Then that’s how you want to talk, Zeus?’ Pargasus crossed his arms. ‘With many whores screaming on your body?’

The three bitches ejaculated copiously in synchrony, their screams only less obscene than the grotesque loads emerging from their pussies.

Gallons and gallons of female nectar fell over that god, who barely looked to the young man when he replied:

‘I actually didn’t want to talk to you at all, insolent youth. You’re the one who came here… to block my fuck.’

The woman in his prick ejaculated multiple jets of lubes over his abs! The prick was eight inches into her —almost all that her fragile body could handle!

‘Ooow, ooow, aaahhh!!’

And another orgasm! And another one! And yet another and another and another…..!!

Pargasus unconsciously wiggled his hips.

‘Well, seems I’m not blocking you that much.’

Once again, the three whores came in unisson: ‘ooooowww!!!’

Bluuurshh!! A true rainfall of lubes from their pussies!

Soon, to even Pargasus’s surprise, their tits lactated hard!

«Heavens!» He gulped, lowering his head.

The fat and hard breasts throbbed and trembled as much as the super-male’s balls. If Zeus had gallons of spunk in his testicles, they had gallons of milk in their gazongas.

The first one to explode was the woman in his fingers:
Ooooaarr!!‘ Her pussy blasted alongside her immense breasts: bluuuurrsh!!

‘Damn!’ The god opened his mouth. ‘I’m gonna bathe in your milk, bitches!’

‘Aaarr!! Oooaarr!! Aaaaaii!!’

Soon, the whore over the male’s biceps began to drool milk: spliiirssh, spliiiirssh!!

‘Aaaaiiim!!’

Not even in the times when she was pregnant!… and had to feed a litter of kids from those horny super-gods!… she felt such tremendous force in her tits!

‘Oooorrh!!’

The god gave a deep, grave roar:

Uuuurrh!!‘ And looked briefly to Pargasus, speaking very calmly: ‘let me just fuck this one ball’s deep… uuurrhh!!’

And the bitch opened her eyes, contorting again like an epileptic mad girl, attacked by waves and more waves of multiple orgasms at every second.

‘Oooaarrhh!!!!!’

Nine inches! Bump! The god had finally reached her cervix!

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With one hand, Zeus grabbed the mammoth prick and began to stroke it, making the entire building rumble with the power of his jerking.

Pargasus looked to the inflated, hyper-potent balls of that virile god and moved away slowly and carefully, knowing very well what was about to come.

Craaaarssh!! A crater appeared in the middle of the room! Many nymphs screamed, fighting not to be dragged into the abyss by the streams of spunk.

Ooorrrh, Zeus, help!’

Pargasus helped the most vulnerable ones, though it was hard to move with all the spunk blasting from that prick all over the place.

Zeus roared, and dense fumes left his mouth and nose!

Twenty gallons of spunk exploded in the first three seconds of that thirtieth-first ejaculation! Blooooorshh…!!! His urethra reached the width of five fingers tucked together, enabling the passage of…

Blooooorssh!! Ten gallons a second! Twelve… no, fifteen gallons a second!

It was an endless, obscene fertility —and that wasn’t even half of his whole show!

*12 minutes later*

Everyone was getting tired of witnessing the countless, endless ejaculations of that hyper virile god at the peak of his masculinity.

‘My god!’ Many chins fell on the floor. ‘How much longer do you think he can last?’

Pargasus, sat on a distant lounge, watched as Zeus finished his forty-fifth jizz blast.

The wait would be a long one.

*10 minutes later*

Ooooaaarrhh!!’ The super god roared while his horse prick concluded its 55th nut!

Panting, the super male felt the veins all over his body multiply as the horse amounts of semen in his balls grew ever bulkier.

Buum!! His balls tightened and throbbed!

His prick once again shot smaller and thinner jets of spunk —half a gallon each!— and then… booom!!

Pargasus took a deep breath. «Here we go again!»

*8 minutes later*

The girls were crazy with thirst as the god came for the 63rd time.

Many crawled to Pargasus, gazing at the teen stud’s magnificent, dangling cock, seeing just how manly and majestic he looked sat down on that lounge, like a king in his throne.

‘Ooh, Pargasus! Pargasus…!’

*5 minutes later*

Many wondered whether the ultra-fertile, powerful god would get to a hundred consecutive ejaculations. He had been coming nonstop for over an hour now!

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