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[NSFW/+18!] A Family of Gods – Part 1

The moans multiplied, got longer in the air, making the walls rumbler. “Aaah…!! Aaah…!!” The deep sounds of wet, thickened, forceful penetration reverberated with them, causing more powerful thuds to echoe into the evening. “AAAHH…!!!”

The beast teenager roared, a deep, abyssal and gutural thunder booming from the depths of his throat, so unlike the thin—and getting thinner—moans and mewls of his female. That was a juicy woman, he was fucking; her pussy pleased his cock, which was more than the pussies of most—all?—females could ever brag about themselves. “Oooh, GOD!!”

*Spliish!* The beast intensified his fucking as he felt the renewed splashes of thin, watery juices on his mighty abs. ‘Twas a powerful, heavenly sensation, that of drilling a woman so deeply and striking her core so mightly that he was able to extract—quite literally—the juices of her pleasure, like a driller finally striking gold in an heathen, unheavenly ground. “OOOH, GOD!!!”

*Splaaash!! Splish!! Spliiiiish…!!* The tight pussy of his woman, his doll, it became a hose of inconstant, desperate shots of pleasure juice, her body growing harder as the orgasms piled into one another, short-circuiting her brain, putting her in that painful—and uncompromisingly blissful—position of being too near an absolute pleasure, an unfathomable maelstrom of sensations too intense for anyone to bear, signaling that she was close, very close, and getting even closer to death. Or just passing out. “OH…!! MY…!!” Her body shivered uncontrolably some more, unloading on her male some pounds and ounces of juices without end. “GOOOOHD!!!”

The beast grumbled, only slightly inconvenienced. It would have been a lie to say that he didn’t enjoy that act, that supreme perforation of his female, conquering her whole, soul and body; he did, and he would have it no other way. Still… «fuck.»

He was no neophite anymore. No babyish and innocent male first dipping his breeder into the tight entrance, the rosy envelope of his ladies. That innocence, that fascination with the female form, oh, he had lost it so many years ago, and the envelopes and butterflies he so casually deflowered now were getting an gradually more blasé feel to them, as if he had tastes all the flavors of womanhood there were for a man to taste, and all pussies to his pecker felt just like the previous one—nice, warm, comfortable, and unremarkable. «Hmm…»

He continued to fuck his lady, only if for the sake of the motions themselves, the ins and outs that he himself had forgotten just how savage and brutal actually were to his spasming lady: “OOOH, GODDD!!!” And her pussy reminded him, somewhat, of that brutality, of that inhumanity of his size, for there were many juices now hosing his titanic legs and body, everything below his… indescribable pectorals getting a bath, no, a drowning for the ages.

His woman had reached insanity. Pity of her that this wasn’t anything, anything at all for her man. “AAAAHH…!!!” In her mind, fuck, she felt like the greatest of women; surely her pleasure could not be one-sided. Nay! There’s no way, uh-nuh, no way in hell a woman like her could experience such intense… cumming!—“OHGODOHGODOH… GOODDDD!!!”—and not be giving her man such pleasure in equal measures. There’s no way that could be possible; no way any man, any creature on the planet could be… so above that pleasure, let alone capable of more.

“FUCKING BREED ME, YOU GOD!!”

That broke something inside the man. “Uuurhmm…!!” His throat, as thick as the waist of a woman, rumbled and roared, a deep quake emanating from it. His penis became harder, and his fucking of that woman turned just a little more intense.

‘Twas too intense for her to bear. “OH GOD…!!!” Then there was silence. Silence. … … … Just… the silence… of a woman experiencing far too much pleasure to vocalize it all. Her body grew stiff, as stiff as it could be, and then she began to tremble and shake like a metal rod to the wind, currents and electricity traveling inside of her like a whole power plant turned to the max in her womb, her impressive and chiseled abdominals throbbing as the womb itselt pulsated and grew in size, her eggs begging for fecundation.

And she was silent, once and for all, though not knocked out, not passed out due to pleasure yet. «Damn you, stupid female.» The giant stallion uttered, pulling his woman slightly higher on his body while holding her so powerfully with his arms.

He was fucking her upright, though “fucking” might not actually had been the appropriate term for what he was doing. His motions, not very intentful any moment before, were now all paused, just like his woman, and his penis did the job all on its own by staying buried deep into that woman’s innards, the mighty rod splintering her brutally in her cunt, its body so wide that it would have killed, literally murdered any other inferior or more inexperienced woman—a penis made only for the finest ladies on the planet, and the deepest.

«Fuck.» The monster paused his fucking as he realized there was no way to keep pumping into her without causing her to go haywire and comatose. Just a little more pleasure, he knew it, would knock her out for good, and he particularly felt no pleasure in unloading in a woman who had long been gone out of her wits—he enjoyed unloading his seed on awake specimens, and only then knocking them out with pleasure as he knocked them up deeply and throughly.

“S-s-s-t…” His victim muttered, her body shaking more ferociously as big spurs of energy blasted through her, signaled also by her more prominent and profuse squirting, one big blast of pussy juice for every explosion of electricity inside of her. “S-s-st…!! Stud!! S-s-stud!!”

*Squirt!! Squirt! BLAST!!* The monster received her offerings without a reaction. He was almost getting sleepy with all that. “Stud!!” More frequenly, but only slightly more loudly each time, the lady mewled for him, her cries mere worships that high priests would utter to their gods. “Stud!! Oh… stud!!!”

Her body begged for breeding. He legs constantly pushed against his arms, those mighty guns locking them around his own legs, trying to spread themselves fully (and unconsciously) so as to give the pussy maximum opening for the stallion’s penis. The pussy itself, spread out to the very limits any pussy on Earth could have been spread, bit the mighty penis countless times, and with enough strength to bend steel, so it could hopefully coax the breeding juice out of the bull’s testicles, as well as pull the lenghtly and hard pole deeper, ever deeper into the womb, leaving nothing to chance, increasing the odds of fecundation to over 100% and beyond.

«Silly woman.» The mighty god couldn’t help but to smile and, pulling the spasming creature higher, higher on his body, give her cheeks a gentle and caring peck, an act of innocent and chaste intimacy that reduced, if only for a brief moment, the woman’s ravaging orgasms a bit. «Fine. There’s no more road ahead for you.» He realized, saddened and disappointed with his partner’s weakeness, «I will breed you now.»

It is to be noted that the man preferred to actually utter this into his women’s ears, use his voice to strike in them the ultimate orgasms… before his dick and his nutsack did it themselves, but alas, only to the strongest girls could he do it, the girls who could go the distance and actually withstand his unholy penis for more than… what, ten minutes?

«Damn!» These strong specimens, he realized, were getting rare, and the length of their fucking itself grew shorter and shorter, to the point that each woman were performing like an old man at the end of his life, nothing but a couple of pumps for them to be exhausted and depleted for the rest of the week. Or their lives.

“Uurgh…!!” The monster uttered one final grumble before stopping his motions completely and just letting his genitals do the rest. «Very fine. Take my seed. And my kids.»

He closed his eyes and… let the seed flow. “Oooarh!!”

The elation coaxed a roar out of him as the thick broth began to course through his aroused pecker. Having piled the orgasming bodies of women by the thousands, he had learned, a couple of years prior, to control his seminal fluids and master his ejaculation to near perfection—hence, whenver he shot his load, he didn’t do so like a mad or frenzied horse every time, wad after wad of junk erupting like bullets, but instead he controled the speed and even the amount of jizz he came every time—and he had to, sure, lest he wanted to blast the bodies of his weaker mates with his true, uncontrolled released. “Ooorh! That’s… the… stuff!!” He let go growls of pleasure, filling his seed do the deed of a true man.

The woman didn’t know what hit her. “…!!!” In an instant, her body shot up, her spine arched back, and her jaw dropped to the ground, her face beaming with livid shock as the… stuff… filled her up beyond any and all limits she ever thought a woman—any woman—could possibly be filled up in her life. The thoughts that went on in her heard, as well as the screams that she would have shouted, though, those were all blocked up by the orgasm, the exhaustion, and the massive, gigantic hand of her man covering her mouth up, blocking up any possible scream as she glued herself on her man’s titanic pectorals and… just… let herself cum and cum and cum until the very end of time.

“Relax. Now.” The mighty beast whispered near her nape, causing another general collapse within her body. Her back was pressed against his impossible torso now, her massive tits spiking, perking towards the ceiling, and the milk within them squirting outwards from her aroused, rigid-as-cocks nipples as the woman squirmed and spasmed and ventured in-and-out of a comatose state, the orgasms piling and receding, trapping her and releasing her, condemning her mind to an experience that, truth be told, wasn’t all that too pleasant, but damn, was unforgettable and unceasing, and that would mark her forever until her memories faded away in death and decay.

“I… love you!” She whimpered, and then beast-man raised one eyebrow, shocked that, in her entire being, she still managed to find any energy to say anything as she was being throughly bred, as bred as entire scores of women would ever being in their whole lives—of multiples lives, should they ever get the change to live them.

“Go sleep… uurh!… now.” He uttered in response, and the woman’s tits shot continuous threads of milk as he pussy became a hose of pleasure juices—just before another type of juice came to replace her watery, steamy shots.

The beast titan felt, in an instant, his own cock getting warm, hell, getting hot and scorching with his own seed. Two thirds of the beast phallus was hanging out of the woman, the massive column throbbing on the woman’s body, its sunken third bloating up her belly, drawing the shape of her uterus and her two massive, growing ovaries on her skin before his release drowned them all in just one swollen, spherical shape.

Fullness. His first load bloated up the woman like she was nothing. The sperm erupted out of his mighty tip in one turgid, cannon-ball-sized pond, and it flooded her womb in its entirety before even just a fraction of its whole volume had coursed through the magnanimous tool of that tireless human breeder.

T’would be the first of only countless, possibly endless loads of fecundating nectar, should the titan had decided to truly breed that woman like he wanted to. But he hadn’t. “Uuuurgh…!!” He just wanted to get it over with. For all his preparation, all his careful screeding and choosing of only the tastiest of females, he couldn’t help but to be slightly disappointed with that night. “Fuuuuck!”

Aside for a single woman, that special night had been anything but. His ejaculations brought him more pleasure than any pussy did. The state of the room proved that. “Roooaar!!”

The belly of the woman was swollen to an indignant size by the time the titan truly go serious with his first load of semen. His penis was firing up; it was getting a little hard to control its musculature, but he managed—of course it did—quite well. T’was just a matter of seconds, if that much, until he felt the exposed parts of his pecker finally getting hot and heavy, like they were buried deep into a woman. It was no woman, though, that whick buried them; it was his own seed. “Ooorh!”

His semen had filled his female to the uptmost limits of her body. Her belly, so bloated as to almost look hideous, stopped bouncing like a balloon and instead hardened like the biggest belly of the fattest pregnant woman in the word—there was more than enough space in there to house a whole pediatric room full of babies—yet the man continued to cum, he could not hope but to just continue to cum, for a single load of his was just nothing, less than nothing, and he had nothing but an ocean left in his—mastery of ejaculation notwithstanding. “Fuck… you!… woman!” He could only utter and mutter as his semen bubbled up and out of his woman’s impossibly strecthed cunt, coating his own penis with the seed that had bred so many gymnasiums full of women already.

Next to him, on the other of the room, there was some novelty: a woman moved, struggling so tenderly against the mantle of white that covered her, and sat straighter on the armchair she had be left in, looking up to her man with confusion and dumbfoundedness, her head still to struck by orgasms and whatnot to process the events even just slightly well. Still, she tried. “My…” Her senses told her, before her brain was even fully recovered, what happened, and it aroused her just as much as it would arouse any hotblooded woman on the planet. “Aren’t you… an overachiever… eh?

The monster felt his penis get a little harder, the control of his muscles sapped from him if only for a little. “You shoulnd’t… oorh… be awake… uuurgh… woman.”

Happiness and excitement abounded in his voice, and those positive feelings were all that was left for the woman to snap back fully into reality, unblurrying her sight and focusing her eyes at the only thing any woman could possibly ever look at, if given the opportunity. “Fuck, you’re hot! Hot!” She confessed, any pretense of dominance long cast aside, and firmed her hands on the armrests of her chair whilst spreading her legs as much as she could—the wideness of the big chair still too short for the colossal legs that she sported, fruit of her tireless labor and flawless genetics.

Before her, across the room, the giant breeder held the body of his latest prey many feet up the floor, his back contorting backwards just a little, turning the woman’s spasming tits to the ceiling. “Ooorh!!” The awakening of the other woman had added uncountable units of pleasure to his orgasm, and the task of controlling his dick now became something of a challenge, finally, to him, the seed erupting from it in much more inhumane volumes, the entirety of his beastly organ now coated in thick, steamy white as its torrents collapsed on the ground in loud thuds of power: *splash! Sploorsh! Splooorsh…!*

The ground creaked louder as the pressure on it only grew bigger. Were not for the formidable structure of that mansion, the whole floow would have come under with the mere presence of that mighty being there. The cascading of his seed only added insane pressure to the structure, which reverberated with the powerful grunts of the stallion, his heavy hangers producing more cum to the task of overbreeding the entire world.

The woman was just too mesmerized by the whole thing to say anything of worth. On her chair, her hands made the wood creak along with floor; her fingers were almost sinking into the wood of the rest, chipping it always with her trimmed nails as she hyperventilated and lolled her tongue out, the steam rising from her sweat just by the mere axct of contemplating her man fuck.

In the rising heat of every organ in her, she found honesty to be the best policy. “You’re impossibly hot. Fuck!!” She controlled herself, raising her hands to her hair just so she could shake herself and get some freshness. “Seeing you breeding like this gets me f-… crazy! Fuck! I can only barely control… oh, fuck… myself… FUCK!” Get it together, girl, get it together! There is a reason why you are his favorite, and that’s not just because you’re so fucking hot! “Damn it, man, I hope you… get it over with her quickly…” She cast upon that man, that god, that beast a look so fierce that it would impregnate a woman on its own, “and come do me again. Fuck! I swear to god, you’re making me cum… fuck… just by me having a look at you, god-DAMN!”

The giant smirked, then growled as a particularly fat load made its way forcefully through his penis, exploding into the poor lady’s womb like a bomb of virility, sure to impregnante every last egg of hers until the end of time. “Oooh-aah…!!” The poor, shivering female shook on the monster’s arms, her head jolting back time and time again as if her mouth were searching for her man’s, her breeder’s lips—but there was only one woman left in that room, in that whole mansion for his lips, and it surely wouldn’t be her. “You shoud… oorh… be asleep.”

The huge lady on the armchair grinned, her eyes too tantalized by her man’s… everything. “I guess I should.” Despite her size and her frame, she was shivering. From his position, so far away from her, the mighty beast of a stud could see her shaking and trying her darn best to control herself, but it was hard. Too hard. Almost impossible. “I might at any moment, to be honest.”

The beast grunted, another bus of a load erupting noisly inside the woman—*wrooooom!*—the cascades erupting out of her cunt in fat wallops of steamy male virility, only to be deposited near the man’s feet in several large and unbroken threads. “That would be a shame.” The fantastic stud turned to her direction only slightly, allowing her a more impeccable view of his effortless act of fecundation. “I was hoping… uurgh!… someone would save me… hmmrr!… from this… orh… bore!”

The woman smirked, and the man smiled back in responde. Damn. He sure wasn’t planning on being so chatty again, not after he’d layed his harem, but how else could he behave? His heart had a different beat for that lady, he couldn’t deny.

The woman then surprised him some more by making an effort—just an effort at first, for she was not almighty, not as unbreakable as her breeder—to rise from her seat, only to fall back panting, giggling with herself. “Your sperm is too damn powerful. Damn!” She commented while looking down to the mass of virility that tethered her to that armchair. Like every inch of surface in that room; like every piece of furtinure and expensive memorabilia; and like the plethora of beautiful, young, and overfecundated bodies spread about in the room, she was covered in her man’s jizz, and the heavy mass was so thick, bulky, and sticky that it all felt like an anchor in her every limb. “Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck…” She muttered to herself, recited an incantation, hoping to not lose her mind before she had the chance to… “oh, fuck! It’s so goddamned hard!”… fuck that man one last time.

“What is it?” The male asked just as one truckload of potent nectar emerged from his penis and battered that poor, long conquered womb some more.

“Oor-aar-aaar…!!!” The female on his arms let out countless whimpers of agony and ectsasy—agstasy, he like to call it—the load being felt like several couples of bowling balls sudenly dropped inside her womb.

“It’s… nothing.” The other female answered, her muscles throbbing as she readied them for battle. “Your jizz is… something else.” The beast-man only scoffed at her words, and she realized she needed to be much more vigorous and self-contained if she wanted to keep her preferential status with him; to remain in such a central place in his heart. “This mass here on my body… fuck. It feels like you just cummed this thing on me right now. It feels… fresh. Like boiling out of your… eggs.”

Her stammered and paused a bit before uttering the heathen word. “Eggs.” The massive, oversized hangers of her male were there, partially in her view, barely covered by his tree-trunk-sized legs; tanks so massive that even those colossal legs of his were not enough to hide them, more testicles to that man than any bull would have. “Fuck!” She uttered again, her titanic breasts heaving and leaping on her chest as she lost control of her breath again. “You’ve got some colossal eggs, you know that?”

The beast man chuckled, giving her quite a nasty grim as he answered: “is this the best you got in terms of flirting, woman?”

Just as he spoke, vigorous loads cascaded out of the woman’s pussy, and, after one intense, but quite short session of shaking, trembling, and moaning—“oooooh-aaahh-aaaaiiii… oh!”—… *bump!* There she was, gone, quite uncerimoniously, as pathetic and weak in fainting as she had been in fucking.

“God…” The woman uttered to herself as she saw the male breed and breed and breed that collapsed lady like it was nothing, his posture as composed as if he were giving a speech in front of an audience of old and gentlemanly rich; his demeanor sort of dulled, his face not quite spasming with any kind of pleasure, but instead melting like his eyebrows were going to fall on his nose, the intense casualness of his fucking and breeding bordering into boredom, and his whole being acting like he was trying hard to not fall asleep. “Fuck you.”

Her words spurred him into action quite a bit. “What did you say?”

“I know you heard me.” She answered, gulping hard as her heart did summersaults inside her chest. “You’re breeding us like a fucking god, and all of this is just a tedious exercise for you, isn’t it?”

The beast lad waited a couple of seconds before deigning to respond to his female. “Does it look so obvious?”

The woman merely nodded, a childish candor exuding from her movements. Right then, in that cure little movement, she’d just looked ten year old again, like a girl trying to impress her big, brawny daddy. “You’re… impressive to look at. Godly.” The beast grunted as she spoke, and she didn’t quite know whether because he was tired of her praising or because his ejaculations were getting so virile the cascade pouring from that woman’s cunt had become as wide as a torso and as thick as a leg; a true curtain of semen adding gallons of superhuman juice to the swimming pool that had become that whole bedroom. “Fuck it. I know you hear this to no end, but… fuck it. Ever know how hard for a lady, let alone a lady like me, is to find a man worthy of her admiration, of her open and shameless lust?” She licked her gorgeous, fat, jovial lips before uttering: “simping. I simp so hard for you, my titan.”

The man turned over to her a little more, giving her a complete view of one of his testicles and—“oh! Fucking my!”—the other one. The woman giggled as she processed that sight, more impressive than anything even her sordid imagination could have ever conjured years before. “Fuck me, gods, look at them go!” She mewled, clapping her hands, then covering her mouth in partial surprise, barely noticing how girly she sounded. “Like, seriously… they throb like engines! Like pumps!”

“Uuurrh!” The monster growled as the semen just kept coming and coming, and the comatose woman on his arms received those loads of unfathomable power. Credit were credit was due, her body was amazing, and only the finest females on the planet could receive those loads at that level of power and not be splintered in several different parts after a short while. She was an amazing broad, all things considered.

“Fuck me…” She cleared her throat. “Damn it, you… fucker. I’m forever addicted to you, am I not?”

The gigantic animal roared back in response, his admiration for her and his vigorous pumps combining into one particularly hard flare-up of sensations deep in his breast. “You were the moment you laid eyes on me.”

The woman laughed. Genuinely, whole-heartedly laughed, and then she found in herself enough strength to again try and get up that damned chair. “You know it. Of course you do.” All the time she cast admiring glances at that beast of a male, knowing full well “there isn’t any other being like you on this planet, is there? Oh, you know you’re the k-… a god.” She quickly corrected herself. “You know you are a god. Even calling you ‘king’ feels somewhat like an insult, you…” Her words almost ran over one another. “Damn! I’m constantly almost, like, losing control of myself just talking about you. You godamned… stud. You god of a stud, for real!”

The beast grumbled. “You would be surprised.”

And the lady tilted her head. “Hmm?”

The gigantic stud blinked hard a couple of times, dispersing the concerning thoughts from his head: «there isn’t any being like me on this planet? Oh. You would be so surprised if…»

*Poof!* And then they were gone, these nasty thoughts. “Nothing.” He answered instead. “Guess I’m getting too sleepy breeding this broad here.” He then turned his eyes fully to his woman, his breeder unloading buckets of hefty seed on her womb like it was nobody’s business. “Ain’t fingering yourself? I’m quite surprised.”

The woman raised one eyebrow, the bulky slabs of muscles of her shoulders bulging as she pushed herself up from the chair. “Do not be. If I finger myself, I’m going to pass out. Just like her.” She nodded to the limp, lifeless-looking body of the woman on the man’s arms and cock. “We both know that. I’m not so… I’m not that much of a god… that I can witness your breeding, your formidable body, and finger myself without passing out of pleasure. Is there any woman on this planet who can do this, eh? Resist you?”

The giant breeder answered in between grunts and chuckles. “Why would you care to know? Jealous, maybe?”

“No. I just want to know.”

“Fine.” His smile sort of disappeared, the thought not all entirely pleasant: “no. Not a single woman, as far as I know.”

“And you…” She paused again, the eruptions of semen from that poor cunt catching her gaze as hard as it stole her breath away. “Fuck. So… much… semen!” She had to shake her poor head to remember what she was talking about. “And you know a lot, right? How many wombs has this enormous penis of you broken?”

The giant stud chuckled. “You have a way with words.”

“I guess it can’t be helped. When a woman is met with a true stud, bluntness is her only recourse. But you know this already, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“Then tell me…” But she stopped herself right in the middle. “No. Nevermind. I rather not know that yet, for knowing would probably give me a couple of orgasms. Heavens know I cum just thinking about a powerful male fucking scores of women. Gives me the hots, the crazies to meet a man who can lay any other woman on the planet, and then… oh! What to say of you? You?! Not a man, but a freaking god!”

The enormous stud laughed, his body feeling an unique kind of relaxation as she heard the words from that woman. “Thanks. The admiration… it is always welcome.”

“Oh, is it?”

“It is. It’s not because I am a fuck machine that I have to be heartless too.”

“Oh, it isn’t, is it?”

“It is not.”

“I figured, though, that you would be bored by it. I know you heard this… god… too many times.”

*Blooorsh!* An humoungous, arm-thick thread of cum emerged from the comatose woman, splashing on that man’s juicy thighs—more muscle in each thigh than a horse would have in its whole being—with a sound that was the stuff of dreams; a woman’s fantasy come to life, so primordial it shook that woman up without her knowledge or control.

“I do. But from you… it’s always a pleasure.”

She would have tried to play cool, sure she would have, but with that man—“o-oh, g-god…”—there was absolutely no way in hell she would hear those words and not have a small orgasm on her own. “O-o-oh… fuck.”

Her body collapsed back onto the chair, every limb of her shaking aggressively under the old semen. “Sorry.” The beastly stud apologized, knowing full well the effect his words alone had on a woman. Any woman.

“N-n-no n-n-need to… FUCK!!!” The woman decided to shut up, throw her head back, and wait for the orgasms to end. «FUCK!!» In a flash, every nerve and thought in her body became focused on fighting back against the urges… “f-fuck!…” against the fires… “o-oh, god!” that consumed her so throughly.

In front of her, the monster bred the ever-living shit of his female like there would be no tomorrow. His face had gone back to unamused boredom; his movements, all but stop. *Glunk!* Only the powerful, coarse, ocean-deep sound of his ejaculations remained on him, and the only movements that were left were the powerful, inhumanly strong contractions of his gigantic breeder as it pumped bucket after bucket, tank after tank of virile seed into the overtuffed female, seeding her with more virile offering that literally all other women on the planet would get over the course of their whole lifes.

The waterfalls of steamy spunk fatheres around his legs, where his feet were nothing less but completely immersed into feet-thick, feet-deep layers of heavy cream. The entire room reeked with manliness. Nothing else should have been expected, sure, from a man such as him after fucking for over twelve straight hours.

“God… almig-…” The woman gritted her teeth, cried a silent whimper of exhasperated ecstays, wave after wave of electric and electrifying orgasm frying every last never on her. “OH, MY GOD!!” Her pussy creamed gallons of squirt on her own; it would have been a rainfall, a true fountain of girly juices sprinkling in the air, sure, were not for the kilos of manly sperm that covered her hips, legs, torso, everything, everywhere. “OH, MY FUCKING…!!!”

The woman seized up, her eyes rolling back and retreating into her skull so aggressively that she literally went blind during the initial stages of that brutal orgasm. “AH…!!!” Her voice became a ghost as her muscles literally bulged and her entire body froze, as hard as steel, as the crushing threads of pleasure speared her from her cunt up; from her loins upwards to her brains. «It’s insane to feel pleasure like this!!» Her thoughts, though, remained alive, and it was the purest testament to her strength that she still managed to have them while experiencing multiple orgasms that would literally fry the everliving shit out of any other woman—including that one planked on the monster’s mighty penis.

“Uuurgh! Uuurrh…!” The beastly king emitted his guttural, orgasm-inducing deep and roaring purrs as he fecundated that woman time and time again. The poor little critter didn’t have in her even the nerves or muscles intact enough to utter mewling cries and whimpers in her sleep; her body remained frozen and rigid, counting the seconds until the very last muscles would finally collapse, as trainloads of heavy spunk exploded into her womb, every last egg of hers cracked and fecundated. “Good brood!” The monster uttered, holding the bitch higher up on his body as he retrieved his prick from her just a couple of inches.

*BLOORSH!!* The brief opening that his prick-retrieval caused on her pussy was enough for more fist-sized wallops of heavy spunk to come pouring down like a trainwreck, inundating further the massive bed where many other comatosed bodies of collapsed, overbred mares lied in death-like stillness.

On the other end of the room, the mighty amazon descended from her own brutal, brutalizing orgasms. “FUCK! YOU! STUD!!” She hyperventilated further as her thoughts coalesced back into single and coherent strands. “You have… any fucking idea… of the orgasm you just gave me… with just a couple of your words??!”

The monster had been used to hearing such praise time and time and time and time again, but indeed… «yeah. I like her.» Coming from that woman, they were not only pleasing, but to his ears they sounded truly unique, as if he’d just been praised for his beauty and manliness for the very first time in his life. «She reminds me of mother.»

He tried to not turn to her an admiring gaze, lest he’d sent her into another maestrom of even more brutal orgasms. Pity. He wanted to love her, sincerely and legitimately grow intimate with her, but his own god-like looks and Herculean sexual appeal were sure to make any woman cum to death whenever he decided to do so. «Even her is not above this. She needs to be prepped. Tested and tested again until her body can take… me.» He looked up to his quivering, spasming female, and reflexively reached out to her massive bosom, so lush and full of milk, with his titanic, elephant-sized hands, fondling those beautiful breasts just like any horny teenager would. «Or else she’s gonna end up like this fucking broad; just a little snack for a man who never properly had a true meal in his whole life.»

These thought sparked some fires in his loins, his own awesomeness sometimes being the sole source of his arousal through countless fucking sessions. “Wasn’t too powerful an orgasm if you’re still standing, uh, sitting there, awake and in one piece—body and mind.”

The woman giggled, half her body and energy still shaking with the fleeting orgasms. “You horse. Well, you speak only the truth. A god… such as yourself…” She hyperventilated again, “you deserve nothing else but… god. I’m lacking words to praise you, stud. You are so goddamned gorgeous. And virile. Fuck, look at you go! Fuck, so much fucking cum, Jesus Christ, you GOD!!”

“Oh, yeah, baby! Ooorh!!” The monster roared, a true and honest pleasure striking his hips as his balls burned with overwhelming might and his seed boiled to steel-melting temperatures, dowsing the insides of that poor woman in his arms like an entire army of hyper-virile Spartans had just taken turns into fecundating her whole. The massive eruption of pleasure and spunk did what was bound to happen at any time, and the event was announced by a lound *crack* and a grotesque *pop!* resounding from her frail body.

*Crunk!* In one blink of a second, her entire physique, which was once as hard as a rod of iron, *plump!*, it collapsed whole into one fleshy, spongy blob of meat, the entire woman now flopping down as if her bones themselves had melted into cartilage. “There it goes.” The monster uttered, his sperm shooting up through his penis at a faster pace and bulkier volume. “She’s collapsed completely.”

The woman purred. “She is strong, come on. No other woman could take this… breeding… this goddamned penetration of yours, survive for this long, and still be called weak, or even disappointing.”

“You are right. In more ways than one: she is strong, I confess, but she is still… oorh!!” Another mighty load fried his loins with delightful bliss. “Still she is disappointed. I am no longer… uurh!… some petty child fucking the maids of my mother. I am a grown up man now.” He smirked, and that heavenly grin of his was the light that shone on every morning over the dreary hearts of mankind.

«By god, what a beautiful man!» The woman was struck in utter admiration as the stallion, shaking his healthy, wealthy mane, looked down upon the collapsed body of his female and continued to pump seed into her like he was filling up tanks to fecundate all of humanity.

“All grown up now. No longer time for silly games.” The monster placed his gigantic hands on the sides of his woman’s now-bloated waist, ready to pull her out of his monstrously large penis. “Let me finish up this broad for once and…”

“No.” The woman commanded, and the sureness of her voice struck the man with a little bit of surprise.

“No, you say.”

“No. I am going to take a bath.” She looked down to her body, seeing it all blanketed by the heaviest layer of seed any woman would imagine. She felt as if she’d been laid onto a bath, then had at least a dozen horses ejaculate into her until the bath was filled to the breed. “Your horse spunk, as delightful as it is, is literally starting to cook me alive.” She gathered the unmeasurable, literally uncountable loads of manly seed with her hands and pushed them over her body, getting a feel of the sheer size and bulkiness of that offering. “Fuck. This is way more than just the ejaculation of a dozen horses.”

“What you saying now?”

“Nothing. My mind is tripping on just how fucking fertile, so goddamned virile you are. I raised bulls in my youth; seen them cum and fecundate scores of mighty, heavy cows, and never in my life had I seen a single bull who’s able to nut, in a whole week, what you’re able to ejaculate in a single load.” She pulled both arms closer together, one parallel to the other, and then moved them up. “Fuck! Heavy! Fuck, this is hea-vy!” The seed she brought with them quite possibly weighted the same as a newborn calf. ‘Twas not lots of it—probably “just” enough semen to fill up a small bucket—yet its density brought its total weight up to something colossal, heavy even for that woman’s mighty arms. “Fuck! My biceps are burning just by trying to bring up this seed. Fuck! Your spunk is so thick that, even with my arms separated by a whole foot, the thing still doesn’t flow and fall off between them.”

“Thanks, babe. Your words spurr me on like no other.”

“I wish I were praising you, horse, but I’m literally just describing… fuck, I give up!” She let go of her strength and let the semen drop back on her body. “Ouch!” *Blunk!* As the heavy mass fell back on her torso, “damn!”, the woman felt as if a baby elephant had just set on her chest. “You are a god, you know that?”

The male chuckled. “I think you said this already.”

“Oh, did I? Than I guess I will say it again: you are a god made flesh. A god! You are a fucking god, you gorgeous man, the most gorgeous and virile horse in this whole fucking planet.”

“You make be… uuurh!!… blush! And… ooorh! Cum!”

The room literally quaked as the monster’s balls cooked up an extra thick load of semen to blast that poor woman with. The mighty amazon averted her eyes, however, as the immense truckloads of seed began to pour, fresher than ever, out of the woman’s gaping cunt. “Fuck!” She knew that if she were to look at that special and uniquely virile batch of semen, she would have lost it then and there. “The heat! It feels like standing next to a spotlight: burning on my skin!”

“Your words do spurr me on, woman. These buckets of semen I’m just making… oooarh!!… they’re no joke. I need to take this woman out lest I burn her womb in the process, which would defeat the whole purpose of my being.”

“Nay. Control your seed, you mighty male, and fecundate this woman while I’m gone.” She firmed her arms again on the rests of her chair, readying herself so that this time there was no failure or lack of mighty in her body. “This seed, this ejaculation and orgasm you’re having right now, it belongs to her, and I will not steal the spunk that another woman has successfully coaxed out of your mighty penis.”

“How respectful.”

“I am a queen. I am the queen here.” She smirked, daring a peak into the… “oh!”… mighty form of her titanic male. “You are so… freaking gorgeous!” She cleared her throat, shook her head quickly, then recomposed hersefl. “Anyway, hmm… I am the Alpha female here. There’s no need for me to be competitive; I know I already won.”

The monster grunted, making the entire room quake again, his mighty being alone enough to reshape the universe to his will. “You are hot. Confident. I like that in you.”

She winked, even though she kept her face turned away from him, all the wiser about the effect that man… that god… had on her. “I know you, big guy.” Then… “off I go now.”

The monster raised one eyebrow, him too averting his gaze, turning his face away from her so as to give his woman a breather, while he heard a powerful *kooorsh!* and a loud *thuuud!* coming from her direction. “What do you intend to do, might I ask?”

“Oh, my man, of course you might! Always!” She beamed as she struggled against herself, the immense load of semen from that man, just a second ago gluing her to that chair like hardened, dried out concrete, broke apart and sloshed loudly onto the floor as the beast-lady… “aaarh!! So…!! Fucking!!” Her muscles roared. “HEAVY!!”

*Croooarck!* She got up. Her head rose to the star, her eyes inadvertently getting a perfect peek of her male in action as she breathed in harder and recovered from her mighty effort. “Oh, god… oh, god…” The monstrously large male turned his back to her, always conscious of his effect on his ladies. Still, from his behind, he heard her chuckles, the woman too turning her face away and trying her best to not fall back down on the chair. “Damn, you’re so cute! For a god like you, you’re a darling, sometimes.” She chuckled and cleared her throat again. “I’m afraid turning your ass… this ass!… to me like this won’t help a lot, stud.”

The beast grunted, a little annoyed this time. “Well, can’t help it. You better be strong now, lady. Truly strong.”

“I am a great enough woman to admit my weaknesses.” Keeping her eyes firmly closed, guiding herself with nothing but her sense of smell and the memory of the layout of that room—a room of which every inch had been ingrained into her mind after the vigorous pounding of that male, her body pushed and pressed and slammed against every single of those inches, the map of it all literally imprinted into her long-battered form—, she gave her first tentative steps towards the bathroom door; only a couple of steps, sure, at first, and neither very firm or strong, for alas… “ay, ay. What envy is to be a god like you. I… Alpha or not… I am still just a woman. Just a woman.”

The man wanted to praise her, to but tampered his words so as to not knock the strength out of her legs with yet more orgasms. “You’re good. Do what you must.” Then he turned back to the collapsed lady on his arms, which he felt on his dick as nothing else but a glorified sex doll leaking hot cum from her eyes pore. “Ah, yes. And my inquiry, queen?”

“Ask it away, king.”

He smirked. “What are you doing? Any special plan, perhaps?”

The woman stretched, her body still largely hidden under the inches-thick layer of white manly goodness she was covered in; she wore her man’s hours-old jizz like a heathen dress, a garment made in hell. “Need a bath. As potent as your seed is, ‘tis still not the same thing as the seed drank straight from the pump.” Her spiked ears picked up the gross sounds of the man’s penis pumping gallon after gallon of fresh juice into the comatose woman. “Damn, this sound! The sound your penis is making right now, pumping so much cum… fuck! If there is anything on this earth that can be described as ‘manly’, that would be it!” She bit her lips and shivered, her feminine soul being battered constantly inside herself by there mere presence of that ultra Alpha male. “This sound… and you yourself, of course, my king.”

“Am I king or I am god, woman?”

“You’re king now. The word ‘god’… oh!…” All the time, no exceptions, she had to usher utmost control of her muscles so as to not lose herself completely in delirium for that ultra stud. “It flows better out of the tongue, just like your… spunk… hrmm!…” Nervously, she cleared out her throat. “Just like your godly semen flows through your prick right now. So. Fucking. Arousing! Seriously!”

“Very well. No offense taken.”

“I know, my king. My stud. My god.” She moved her hands to her belly, meeting the foot-long thick barrier of cum that clang to her torso like vines on an old, healthy tree. “You bred me so…” She shut herself, raised her hear, then shook some sense into her mind in the nick of time. “Nay. Later.”

The monster smirked, him too knowing what was up. “Of course.”

And the woman ventured into the end of the room quicker, the strength finally returning to her control; her feeling herself much more in control of her body now than any time before; in a way, knowing in her core that «now or never, Vanessa. Now or never.» And she walked confidently towards the bathroom door, making her way painfully difficult across the room not as much because of any lack of strength, but because of the second, and mightiest obstacle she faced in there: «fuck! It’s like a making my way through a goddamned swamp!»

No matter where she stepped, no matter how hard she tried to avoid it, there was not one inch of the vast, sprawling room… “damn it, male. Do you have to cum so much every time?”

The beast grunted, ejaculated more gallons of seed into his woman, and responded with the proud smirk only a god of sex could give: “if you only knew how much I am holding back, queen.”

…!

Poor woman. That did it for her: “fuck!” Her body halted its march and succumbed another time to a violent shivering, the woman at her wit’s end against the incoming orgasm. “Fuck me, no, not… aaah!… not again!”

The man stayed silence, did his best to mask his presence—though this presence, to any woman, would be like a sun shining upon a lost man in the middle of the desert: unavoidable, irresistible, and all-consuming. «Slow down, now.» He instead directed his words to the one of only two creatures on the planet who could resist their aphrodisiac effect—himself—and, looking down upon his penis, the gorgeous, massive rod sank one foot deep into the love canal of his woman, he commanded the prick to tone down the ejaculation and reduce its manly noise a bit. Just a bit.

The growing silence on the room, interrupted only by the unavoidable *gluks* and *grunts* of the penis always ejaculating, always breeding that pussy beyond the limits of what was reasonable of rational, allowed the woman to sort of regain her composure and class—even though, as she spoke now, there was something obviously broken, cracked in her voice, like she was a soldier who had only barely survived the onslaught of bullets that’d come her way, and she was trying to keep the appearanced before her superiors even though, internally, she was really fucking dying.

“You… are… impossibly hot. A being of… pure sexual might. You’re, like… the paragon of manhood, my gorgeous fucking stud.” Again, simping for her male turned out to be the only way she survived that ordeal. A gorgeous woman, when next to the only man on the planet she knew could feundate her, breed her to the fullest of her fertility, oh!… for a woman like her, first among all females, to submit to such a male, dedicate to him all her body, pussy, and soul, was not an act of humilliation, but absolution, salvation, and sheer fucking apotheosis. «Like I am meant to worship this god. A humble parish… finally getting to know bliss before the living embodiment of her god! God! A real fucking god, this… t-this…» She shivered again just by thinking on the object of her desire. «T-this freaking teenager is more man than all men who had ever existed and put together, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!»

Losing control of herself, she threw a punch into the air, and her fist landed on something solid, something hard, *BOOM!*, but certainly not something as unbreakable as the body of her breeding stallion, for it sank deep into the target and crushed it in a cathartic shock. *CRACK!!*

“Easy there, tigress.” The bull blurted out, the velocity and ferocity of his pumps regaining their frenzy. “Money might not be an issue, but that doesn’t mean I do not care for the mansions I own.”

The powerful woman took back her fist, amazed by the sensation of falling debris from her fingers. “Sorry. Didn’t realize I had walked so far.” With her hands, she touched the walls, trying to reposition herself in the space. “Eyes closed, you see. Even the scent of you alone is pushing my brain and my loins constantly over the edge.”

“Again, your words are much appreciated. How would you like me to breed this woman in your absence?”

Vaccilating towards her side, using her hands on the walls to both guide and support herself, the woman gave her man a vigorous, intentiful shrug of her shoulders and scoffed, the question being of little matter to her. “Honestly, I don’t quite care if you’re fucking this or that or any other woman in this room. All I care is that, one, you keep pumping that awesome jizz of yours until I come back, and you’re still spewing this wonderful broth when I get back here, and two, you have enough strength in your when I come back to… oh!…” She licked her lips, her buttocks shaking on their own, massive sounds emerging from them as her rear muscles hardened and contracted, pure power emanating from that derrière, “to refill those… unbelievable testicles of your with nothing but the best, freshest seed you can possibly produce. I promise you, my male, than once I am done with this bath…” She smirked, tempted to give her man one good look before vanishing into the cleansing waters, “you’re finally going to get a taste of the real me.”

The monster simply smiled, the calmness of his demeanor truly terrifying if she’d seen it. “Woman, woman. You silly woman.”

Getting a hand of the handle on the door to the bathroom, the woman turned her right ear to her monster, feeling her guts shakes, her bowl shiver, and her womb stir even hotter, even harder as the sounds of his profound fecundation reached her so much clearer now. “What? I don’t quite like this tone of yours, mister.”

The beast answered with a couple mofe earth-deep, magma-hot chuckles, inundating that passed out female with tanks worth of fresh jizz. “You do not still measure the weight of your own words properly. That’s why you keep acting like this, so confident—a confidence borne out of ignorance, less so of personality.”

“Huh?”

The woman remained there, standing with her back to him, wondering what he meant and begging for an explanation just as hard as he was trying to keep it all down and back into his massive chest, knowing full well that, if she were to know the truth… “woman. Heed my words: if you keep acting like this, tempting me like this… it is you who will discover the real me. And unlike me, you will not be left standing.”

An intense cold, then a near mind-breaking hotness washed over that lady, whose immense legs trembled and almost brought her body down before she clumsily, rather desperately clang to whatever firm handle was there on the door and the walls, cleared her throat, and only mustered in response: “hmm. Y-yes… master.”

She turned the handled, opened the door, and ventured inside the bathroom, closing the door before the waves of cum invaded the room. Honestly, she needn’t bother: the man’s sperm was so almightily dense it was almost rigid, and even if she’d left the door fully open, scores of hours could pass before a single ounce of the hot stuff invaded the place.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHAT A FUCKING GOD OF A FUCKING MAN!!!” Closing her door to her behind, she screamed. There was no way for her to keep those sensations inside of her any longer without venting them in such a way; either that, or she would be left with her fists and legs to throw punches and kicks at whatever surface was hard enough to bring her satisfaction with its destruction—and her man, oh, her man had already disapproved of such action, so it was out of question. “Fuck! He probably heard me, that god!” Feeling more more relieved, she dared open her eyes and be met with the intense whiteness of the room. “Fuck! This whole place is designed to withstand a god like him.”

T’was her first time inside that particular bathroom, and the room managed to be even more gorgeous than all the ones she came across before, safe for his own bedroom and, probably, the main kitchen of the five others in the palace. T’was a properly unlike no other, in a secluded enough place so that the teenager stud could plow through the hordes of lush females without attracting any unwanted attention—even though, honestly speaking, there was no amount of attention or harassment that could probably sway that god of a stud in any other direction but that of the swollen, steamy pussies of his countless females, so above was him of anyone else in humanity that he needn’t not care, much less adress the concerns of anyone or anything else other than his own raging cock.

Standing at the entrance of a true sauna, a room at least half an acre large, the goddess stepped towards the massive pool in the middle, shedding the ounces of semen from her body as she wondered and pondered about the crazy evening (and night, and soon to be morning) she’d just lived through. “I wonder what he meant last time, uh, when he said I would be surprised.” Detouring into a gigantic mirror to her right, the woman continued to speak her mind alowed, trying to make sense of the events that had transpired since she fell into perfition by that man’s body, face, looks, and genitals. “Would I be surprised of what? That there is… anyone… better than him?”

Her womb stirred just at the thought of anyone—anything!—able to outclass that raging billionaire stud. She knew her fantasies were of the utmost highest caliber, and she always dreamt of guys as massive as bulls and as endowed as elephants plowing her cores to the end of time, but that… “this is all just too ridiculous.” T’was one thing to imagine such things, another entirely to live them, and that man… “oh, fuck! He is beyond anything any mind could possibly envision!”

Standing by the mirror, she had a good look upon her beaten self. “Hmm. Not bat, to be honest.” She was now walking more normally, and in about “one hours. Just one hour and I’ll be as fine as I can be.” She then turned her head to the door, the entrance to that theatre-large sauna, and heard, no, felt the motions of her man on the other side, fecundating that poor little woman more throughly than all the horses of the planet, probably, had ever fecundated all the cows in it… ever! “Fuck. We’be been doing it for… twelve hours. Hmm.” Her mind was a splintered mess, a broken and erased cacophony of images and sounds since the beast stud began to fuck his woman, so things like exact measurements of time or whatever, hey… they were very beyond even her ability to recount with precision. “Still, we have been doing it for at least half a day.”

She was not afraid to speak her thoughts, feeling empowered as she voiced them so without shame. Inside that palace, that temple, she knew she was as secure as anything could be in the universe. “This man… there’s nothing a woman desires more than a strong man to make her feel protected against any foe or woe, and this man… he is ultimate protection!” She looked at herself in the mirror again, giggling as she saw her body absolutely covered in ball cake, her entire self from the neck down nothing but one large doll of semen, like the Michelin mascot without those cute tired-shaped “love handles” of his. “Fuck. Look. At. This!” She hugged herself, feeling her arms sink and burn under the still-hot, fuck, still-blazing semen of her woman horse. “He doused me in cum like it was no big deal. His single load was enough to cover me head-to-toe in semen, and what he is doing in that bedroom, fuck… this stud could probably produce more seed in his lifetime to fill a river, heck, a hundred whole rivers, so fucking fertile he is.” She chuckled, then covered her mouth, catching herself in her outloud monologues, and thinking them quite funny and cute. “I feel so safe here. With him. Like I know I can say even my deepest, most perverse thoughts aloud and there will be no consequences. Who, in this whole planet, will ever dare and raise a voice, a fist against him? Who will ever challenge him, man or army, person or country?” Giving a confident look upon herself on the mirror again, the woman shook her head with incredible vigor, the happiness almost burning her from inside out. “No one! Absolutely not a soul in this whole damn universe—and that’s so fucking exciting! I can do whatever, say whatever here, in this empire of masculinity and virility, and know I will be throughly protected, having to worry about nothing when this mega-masculine god of virility is here to fecundate me and turn me a mother… oh! Over and over again, until my womb melts under his seed. Heh!” She looked down. “Literally, I suppose.”

The seed clang to her skin with the vigor only a man like him could muster for his sperm. She was coming to the realization that he was no human, and instead quite literally a sex god made flesh, for nothing involving him was anywhere close to being normal, even when compared to the greatest outliers she’d ever encountered. “I pumped the cum out of countless horses and bulls back then on my farm days, and never, in not one single instance,” she grabbed a fistful of the man’s cum out of her boob, raising it to eye level just so that she gawk at the… unholy perfection of it all. “Fuck! Not one of those gallons of seed was ever as creamy, hot, hard, or consistent as this… divine piece of a male’s virility! Oh!”

Irresistibly, for this is what any woman, any female ever did when faced with such flawless and superior juice of manhood, the woman brought the pear-sized wallop of cum into her mouth, and feasted of it while her body burned and roared, her womb seemingly never getting enough of the sperm it had already received by the truckloads that evening. “Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!!!” She shook herself off the orgasms, every bite on that unholy fruit more pleasurable than literally every single fucking she’d ever had with any man before that supreme male of her. “THIS IS SO FUCKING MANLY!!!”

The seed of the stud contained the power to breed life into any womb it came into contact with. Literally. There was no denying its inhuman power as the woman felt, in her mouth, every inch of her skin being tickled and pressured by, invaded and attacked by the literal sperm cells of the gigantic stud. “Fuck. *Nwhom!* I can… *gulp*… feel them! I can feel his fucking… hmm!… *yum!*… sperm cells in my mouth, like giant fucking tadpoles, holy fuck!!” Swallowing the damn thing after no less than five minutes, the woman felt the semen just as powerfully “fucking” every inch of her insides down to her stomach (and then further downward surtely into her guts and past her ass, when the time came for it), treating every inch of her insides the the unfecundated eggs of a fertile female. “Heh, heh. Tickles.”

Looking at herself again on the mirror, the goddess pondered about what to do with all that gunk covering him. “No way I will survive the pleasure, the orgasms if I eat it.” She gave a slap on her own belly, her palm brakered by the foot-long layer of semen covering it, “no way I can stomach it all, anyway. The only way I’m even standing if that, well…” She smiled, a visage of pure candor and sweetness beaming from her face, like she was a teenager having had her first time with a real man, “is because I have been fucking him for three weeks now, so I guess… oh, I guess… my body’s has gotten real used to him by now.”

Lifting up one arm, she gave it a powerful flex. *Boom!* Ounces of fecundating cream splashed on the bathroom floor, the immenseness of her muscles still hidden, sadly, under yet many more ounces that were clinging to her skin. “Fuck. I’ve grown so fucking powerful. Sure it’s his semen, his presence, his relentless breeding on me that’s caused these fucking gains; there’s no body on earth that can go so strong so fast, let alone a woman’s body such as mine. Still…”

She kept those thoughts hidden, feeling them even more sacred for even those impenetrable walls and unbreacheable rooms of her king’s palace. “Later. A little later.” She turned back to the pool again, knowing there was no use contemplating herself on the mirror when she was so caked with cum. “First things first: let’s get this semen, as awesome as it is, from my body, shall we?”

She proceeded to walk into the pool while harkening back to the same question she asked just a while ago: “no way I’m getting a short bath or anything. Fuck. My back is killing me right nor, and my legs are only still standing ‘cause, modesty be damned, they are really freaking awesome legs, and it takes a literal tank running over them to put them out of comission—even though this man, oh… this fucking, impossible man, oh!… fucking him has been pretty much like getting run over by a tank anyway. Ten times over, to be honest. But, anyway, what was I saying? Ah, yes, yes… ain’t no way this is a quickie, a short bath or anything, so I wonder, huh…” She peeked back into the entrance, from where the coarse, manly sounds of her man always breeding, relentlessly fecundating that poor woman emanated with untiring continuity. “Fuck. Can he really keep this up for a whole hour? Perhaps longer? Not just fucking, of course, but… cumming? A single fucking session of him ejaculating like a stallion, can he really keep this up for a whole unbroken hours while any other potent man can barely crack the one minute fucking mark?”

Deep inside—or really not that deep, honestly—she knew the answer: “of course… he fucking can!” She stopped on her tracks and shivered, her entire being again shaken by forces too primordial to be resisted. “Fuck! Not…!!” Racing against her lungs, she felt her brain deprived of oxygen, her limbs going cold as she dares resist againt the raging “fucking orgasm, god- oh!” Clutching her hands so hard she pierced her palms with her nails, close to drawing blood, the woman gritted her teeth and faced the new wave of quasi-cum with every last ounce and joule of strength, energy she could muster. “HOLY…!! FUCKING…!! DAMN!! YOU GOD!!!” She praised her man, releasing much of her pent-up frustrations again through worshiping cries.

The thought, nay, the realization, or perhaps just admission that her man could indeed cum, and quite easily so, gallons and gallons of virile seed over the course of one unbroken hours, though not exactly a surprise or a shock… “damn it!” She still shivered despite her best efforts, her Herculean strength only barely enough to hold back the pleasure provoke by that man’s very thought and existence. “Fucking hell, this dude… he is going to kill me this way!”

And she was going to love it. “Anyway, hmm, that’s been too much dilly-dallying.” Straightening up her posture, letting limb-sized buckets of her man’s sperm splash on the ground with heavy, rumbling sounds—*coarsh! Coarsch! Spluurgh!*—the mighty woman made her way again to the pool, and on its calm waters she dipped her cum-ridden toes, causing steam to sizzle up in the instance. “Oooh, god! Is he seed that fucking hot?” Looking around herself, he noticed a faint, disperse haze emanting from her body, creating a light-distoring aura around her, like an all-encompassing halo. “Again, this the least I should expect from a human god such as himself. Still…”

She looked down to her toes and saw the semen gently leaving her feet. “Oh.” She shouldn’t have been surprised. In that man’s properties, in his many palaces and mansions scattered around the planet, the waters from his baths and pools all had this mysterious property to them. “Every time I tried to clean myself on my bathroom, any regular pool… took me hours just to get the grossest parts of his semen of me.” For the whole three days after they’d first fucked, “I had to carry his semen on my body everywhere. T’was fucking arousing, though quite a bit distracting, to get so many women approaching me out of the blue, dripping wetness without them knowing way, and get the sometimes resentful, sometimes angered, often times aroused looks of men who too were too confused about the source of that… intensely sexual aura!” The aura she carried with herself thanks to her man’s seed. “Fuck, even with a nice bath I don’t get rid of his semen. Not even close.” She looked again to her belly and tried to touch it, to fondle her scorching and drowned woman under all that sperm. “You fucking god. Ever since we first fucked, I’ve been ever fulll with at least four gallons of your cum every time.” The thought extracted some orgasms out of her, though not nearly strong to sap the strength of her legs or the coherence of her thoughts. “By the gods, this is one stud from heaven! I cannot even fanthom… oh…!”

She realized she was getting too lost with her own thoughts, too sidetracked and distracted from her real goal: “him! His penis! His god cum!” Her entire being shivered in antecipation. “The longer I spend here, thinking aloud to my foolish self… the longer I stay away from him and his inhumanly massive cock!” She wanted to be “bred! Bred! I want to be fecundated again… and again… and again and for-fucking-ever by this goddamned horse from hell, this abnormal beast in the form of a teenager!” So thinking, she waked into the pool, the water rising halfway upwards to her thighs. Those were dozens of inches of depth already, her enourmous size and impressive bulk all considered. “Fuck! Look at his semen go!” The mystical, quasi-magical properties of that enormous pool cleansed her skin from his semen like soap would do margarine on the fingers. “He probably had scientists prepare some special solution to take care of his sperm for me, some expensive fucking chemicals that cost the same as the yearly budget of a small nation to develop.” Despite the excitement of literally standing on millions, perhaps hundreds of millions worth of expensive and custom-crafted material, the thought of it did dimish her overall excitement just a little. “Bummer. If that’s the case, it means that his semen… is not really all that powerful and almighty as it would first seem.”

As if her—or any lady—would ever be deterred by that. “Still feels like drowning in horse cum, every time he nuts his load on us. There’s nothing on the planet that compares to this sensation… and I’m going to make sure that he brings up his full ball’s worth of load next time… as we fuck again… and for once!”

The woman had to shake her head to remind herself again of her goal. “Speediness, readiness, girls, you’ve got no time to waste.” Though she did, sure; they had all the weekend agead of them, “all the month ahead,” per his own words, “if y’all can handle me throughout.” The woman giggled, sinking a little deeper on the pool, seeing the literal gallons of her man’s nut leave her body and shear away from her skin, revealing its dark-golden, impeccable lustre. “We… most obviosly can’t.” Even she, ever the realist, had to concede to humility—or just good sense—and admit that “if I survive this next round… this final round… fuck.” Her muscles rumbled, ready for a challeng. “I’ll probably be the best fucking broad he’s ever laid with.”

Having had enough musings for the evening, she lept forth, dumped herself into the pool with the wild abandon of a teenager in her first getaway into a romantic, idylic pool hidden deep into a forest. “Yahooo!” She shouted, feeling the waters envelop her, the warmness of those heavenly liquid embrace her, and the formidable weight of her horse’s cum finally and for once leave her skin. «This is so fucking awesome!»

She swam underwater for thirsty seconds before emerging as naked and unblemished as a newborn, yet as impeccable and ridiculously good-looking as only the mightiest demoness of sex from hell could possibly be. “Fuck! What the hell does he put into these waters!” Seeing a gigantic mass of white collapse and crater deep into the pool, the woman looked to her naked self under the waters and realized “not a single drop remains outside of me. Oh!” Raising her hands to her hairs, she shook her head wildly, like a supermodel in her million-dollar shampoo commercial, and gasped upon feeling her locks not only clean, but “fuck! Fucking hell! Ther feel softer than even before he hosed me with his fucking sperm!”

In a way, it was like she’d been born again: clean, healthy, and divine. The woman began to swim around the pool, noticing how the bucket-sized loads of semen she had just shed away caused the water to bubble around their immediate area. “Fucking hell, stuf, it’s like you nut molten iron out of your prick! I must really be the most perfect woman in the fucking universe to have taken you seed already so many times, so brutally on my womb and still have managed to survive it all!” Laying back on one border of the pool, the woman contemplated about her immense good fortune. “Hey, you. Yes, you. You beautiful!” Talking down to her lower body, the woman enveloped her belly with her arms and finally—finally!—felt her womb throbbing with power and realized fertility. “How are you guys doing in there? Oh, you must be swimming on the semen of your father!” Giving her tummy a light squeeze, she felt it hard—and not because of her luscious abdomens, oh, far from it. “Damn! It’s been barely three weeks and… my tummy’s already showing?”

T’was the very beginning of it, more felt then seen, sensation over visuall, but she knew it clearly, giving her belly those gentle squeezes, that inside her womb laid scores of her monster’s children—the same fate that awaited every womb he fecundated. “How…? Much…? Money…?! Does this fucker have?!” She thought to herself, the vile metal being the first thing that shone among her concerns, casting an impressed look around the place and trying to make sense—financial sense, this time around—about it all. “Sure, I know any woman, myself included, would gladly sire his children without getting one penny out of it—his semen is reward great enough already—but still… still… he does not look, sound, or behave like the type of men who just dumps his fecundated mares on the sidewalk without any further care.” If anything… “that giant’s got a heart of gold. Bless this god of a man who’s not only so wild to our pussies and warming to our wombs, but kind to our hearts.”

On the entire place, in every wall and throughout the entire body of water she rested upon, there was a quake like an earthquake slowly building up, the same type of earthquake that sank islands and reshapred continents. From beyond the entrance door, a low humming grunt came on echoing—*ooooooarrrh!!!*—and the woman felt her pussy on fire just as hear heart was climbing up her throat to escape. “F-fuck… he… h-he’s still fucking like a god! Breeding! He is breeding her… so!… damn!… through!”

Her fingers delve deeper into her waters, warming the inner sides of her thighs. “No!” She almost crushed them, those sorry fingers, involuntarily and without intent between her legs—far from a difficult task, sure, considering she sported legs as massive a mare’s. “Damn! I got more muscles under my hips than a whole goddamned bull!” She praised herself, taking her fingers out of the waters and scolding them like they were sentient beings. “No! No! No touching, no fingering!” Her pussy belonged to him, and him alone. “Feels like cheating on him, honestly, even by just touching myself. Aaah!” Her chest this time was the part of her body to shiver the hardest, the hard and heavy content within her… monstrously enourmous tits!… to shake and shiver and boil under inhumane pressure and heat. “You be quiet too, you two gigantic fucking breasts!” She grabbed her tits and crushed them, huge and long and thick rivers of white blasting from her nipples and into the water, their consistency to rival her man’s sperm, sinking quickly on the waters instead of flowing up or even just dispersing over them. “Goddamn! Heh. I guess I am pregnant. More fertile than ever.”

Her tits were producing milk with wild abandon. Her body brimmed with motherhood, more than she ever thought she would have or feel, and she knew instinctively, even though that was her first time being a mother “this is just the beginning of the whole crazy!” Spreading her arms apart, she rested on the border of the pool and laid her head back, closing her eyes, leaving her tits as untouched as her pussy, wanting to spoil none of her meat for her gigantic fucking breeding bull of a man. “He’s gonna make me so fertile I’ll be nothing but a mother twenty-four seven. Oh, my children…” She felt powerful thumps and blows on the her womb, as if the still-forming embryos were responding to their big momma’s call. “I hope your father takes us all in a more, uh, ‘serious capacity.’” She was rich, as all women of her asture and looks were bound to be, but still… “I am going to have loads of you. Seriously. And you’re going to be just as massive as your father.” And their mother. “That I know of. It’s crystal clear. I want to give you the finest life any human being can have, and any god or demigod such as yourselves deserve to have, but, momma will be honest with you right now, I do not know if I alone have the shekels to pulls it of.”

To be the main course of that inhumanly strong stud and breeder, not just one of this thousands (and tens of thousands, and hundreds of thousands) of side dishes! Oh! A greater heaven no other woman could ever envision! Still… “patience, patience. Let’s have some patience and…” She looked down and spoke in hushed whispers, as if confiding to her children the deepest of secrets, making with them an unholy pact, “let’s prove to your father… we’re worthy of his attention. Ooooh.”

The goddess dipped herself and her children into the rejuvenating waters, their bodies and souls cleansed as the mansion trembled, the floors quakes, and the walls were shook by ever so powerful fucking, breeding of the god stud in his royal abode.

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[NSFW/+18!] The King of America and the Goddesses of Brazil – Part 1

A pile of men laid on the floor, making it very hard for Imelda to reach the inner quarters of her queen’s palace. «For fuck’s sake,» she sighed, jumping over the massive bodies with great difficulty. «Even for her, this is quite overdoing it.»

It was a sight she had gotten used to, though. The most beautiful, hard, muscular males were all gathered in those long halls, their naked and ripped bodies spread out on the floor, ready for the taking from any daring Amazonian who wished a good cock inside of her, yet the mighty woman barely paid them any, jumping over them and zigzagging between the mounds of their piled-up bodies while trying to not get lost in that massive castle. The rainforest added heat to an already heated place, and at times she felt like a turkey on Thanksgiving, cooking in a most unpleasant way.

The males were shivering. She spent some time stopping by some of them and gawking at their amazing, divinely sculpted physiques. It was not arousal, but rather admiration: while most women spent their entire lives without fucking a male at least 10% as attractive as the least attractive of the men in that castle, her Queen was able to consume those not by the dozens, not by the hundreds, but literally by the thousands every day. At points she even doubted there were so many of these men in the world, like such overwhelming amount of beauty was just a physical impossibility. «I guess the top 1% of males really is that hot!» She put her foot on the ripped, swollen abs of one of those studs, making him quiver with even greater pain than he already was under. «Damn, my Queen. Leave some meat for some of us less developed goddesses.»

On her calve, she felt a tiny hand fumbling her. Well, it wasn’t a small hand; behind her, she saw, was a 230-pound fitness model who commanded millions of dollars in paychecks every years thanks to his smoldering Latino-look and his Heaven-sculpted physique. His biceps were bulging as he moved so painfully on the ground, trying to get a piece of that woman. “I…” His voice, dark and deep as the depths of the deepest oceans, struck the goddess with some kind of fire; even with all her sexual abundance, those males were a temptation hard enough to resist. “I… Im… Imelda.” The gorgeous male squeezed her tight, but in that muscle he met nothing but the utmost resistance. “F-fuck…” His penis twitched and hardened. “It’s like… iron.”

The power-woman turned around and kicked him under his abs, right above his crotch. The male contorted and cried before she kicked him one more time, literally throwing him away like nothing. “Touch me again without permission and I’ll rip your cock clean with my teeth and eat it in front of you.” She wasn’t joking; her face was fire and fury; no one would ever dare cross that woman. “Any of you.” She turned around, challenging the literal piles of uber-muscular fitness gods to a fight. “Feeling strong and haughty? Then come at me and test my muscles.” The goddess flexed, feeling the power surge within her veins; her muscles barely rigid at all, yet already harder than any of the muscles of those super studs around her. “I’m not in the mood for used, fucked up flesh today. A goddess such as myself deserves nothing but the freshest meat.” She licked her fat, dark, wide lips and smacked them, making a pop rumble throughout the halls. “The meat our Queen is having.” In the distance, very faintly, she could hear the moans and gasps of the dozens of men still strong enough to take on her royal; there was a long walk until she got there, and the Queen—judging by the lack of her own roars—was barely having any effort taming those haughty males in her abode.

“You.” She leaned down to a man and grabbed him by the balls. The daunting penis of the man flopped in and around her arm, its tip reaching halfway to her elbow. She cared not for the impressiveness of that dick, which was so fat she could barely hold it until her finger met around its girth, and measured a daunting eight inches while completely, absolutely, outrageously soft. “Up, up!” Without a care in the world, she pulled the beast up, bringing over three hundred pounds of muscle into the air by the waist while the man squealed and cried like a pig. “Get all these dudes out.” She kicked him, and the man’s ass, spanked by her mighty foot, crumbled and collapsed as if its muscle was made of clay. “Come on, pig!” She kicked him again, time and time and time again, and one final time so hard that the body of the man, muscles everywhere, flew many feet away and crashed against a wall, whimpering and crying as a blood dripped from his groins—not blood due to her treatment, though, but the Queen’s many, many hours ago. “I want this place clean off useless flesh. We will be getting your services once more again… soon. For now,” she clapped, and her claps literally made the stained-glass windows crack, “out, all of you! Back to your quarters! Get some rest, regrow your muscles.” The stepped over many puddles of blood, many of the penises drained out of so much cum that their balls had receded into their own crotches and the dicks were forced to ejaculate nothing else but the liquid of their veins. “Fuck, you’ve been specially fucked, I see.”

Some of the men had absolute terror in their eyes. They latched on to the ground like cats about to fall from the trees, even though there was no threat at all to them—well, maybe not entirely; the entire castle was trembling and quaking oh-so-faintly, courtesy of the bloody Queen whose cunt never stopped teaching those males a lesson in virility. “What…?!” Some of these men, with blood dripping from their eyes like tears, looked up to the tall, virile female, and gasped: “what are you?”

Imelda put her foot over his head and crushed it. “I’m god.” She raised her foot and brought it down with fury. CRASH!! The ground underneath the man’s skull cracked, and the rest of the body of that muscular giant squirmed like an insect’s after it had its head crushed by a stone. Uncaring and cold, she raised her foot again, and one more time brought it down. BAAAM!! The cracks sprawled from the small crater, and the man’s skull was drilled about six inches into the marble, his eyes finally shut and his body no longer moving.

Puffing steam through her nostrils and laying her fists on her waist, the goddess made her way through the pile of males, counting the steps until she arrived at her Majesty superb love room. The height of those walls and piles of men were an impressive sight; everywhere she went, there was literally more flesh than stone and, if her Queen ever wanted it, she could easily build a palace solely with the bodies of her fucked up lovers. “Your bodies would be the bricks.” She said out loud, to herself, fearing no shame in being heard. “Your cum would be the cement.”

She looked around those piles of males and counted them just for fun: “two thousand, five hundred and sixty-eight… two thousand, five hundred and sixty-nine…” She stopped by a new pile, where at least fifty men must surely have been laying, one atop the other, a huge mess of fuck-drunk, messed-up males looking like they were beaten and trampled upon by a horde of bisons. “One, two, three…” Quickly, pointing at each piece of ass, she counted indeed a total of fifty-eight men in that one singular pile, adding them to her overall score: “with these five hundred and seventy behind me, that’d make the whole sum, mm…” She touched her chin and raised her eyes, thinking for a second. “Alright, that’s two thousand, six hundred and twenty.” She sighed. “And this is barely one third of the castle. Fuck, my other girls must be having hell in counting you all lazy asses.” Walking again, she laid her hand on the mass of beaten males and dragged all the cum in their sweaty bodies on her fingers. The massive loads of cum dripped on the ground, forming a trail along her steps, and the semen formed huge piles on her hand as she fumbled those males. “I’ll have to order at least five thousand of you every day until you recover.” She took her hand off those walls of virile muscle and brought it to her face, smelling deeply the scent of that sweet cum she had in her palm—a whole Evian bottle of warm sperm. “Mm… mm.” She closed her eyes and walked more slowly, feeling all the details and variations of that nice, generous load of testicle juice. “Gotta give it to you: you are some fine pieces of ass. Mm, mm!” She brought the palm to her lips and slowly started to lick the cum and drink it like a cat. “This is some quality nut.” She looked again to the virile broth and saw it was so thick that it barely attached to her tongue; she had to eat it if she wanted it inside of her. “Goddamn you males!” She stopped by some men and gave their hard asses one powerful, assertive slap. “Your cum is specially high quality today!”

Walking like nothing was going on in her mind, she began to eat the cum like a cake. Three big bites was all she needed until the cake was over; she enjoyed the semen for as long as she could, finding special pleasure in bloating her cheeks with that tasty male juice and yawning like dental care, then gargling on the semen before swallowing it and feeling its thick, viscous content descend inch by inch on her throat until it filled her belly so hot and good. “Mm, mm. Oh, god, that’s some good semen!”

The woman sent the semen from one cheek to the other, experiencing the wild range of flavors contained in that heavenly load. She yawned very slowly, activating all her billions of cells in her super sensible palate to evaluate the genetic quality of that semen—down to every individual male that had come in there. “Mm, mm. These are twelve different men. Their loads range from moderate quality to very good quality. Mm, mm. Fine breeders, you are, though not of the finest kind. Your penises range from eight inches to a nice fourteen inches when hard, and your testicles, mm… mm… your testicles can cum from a little cupful to a XL Coke bottle of semen. The thickness and consistency, mm… that’s kinda lacking.” The goddess lifted her head slowly and, without moving a muscle in her throat, let the warm jizz slide into her throat, flowing slowly until it mixed with the big load already in her stomach. “Your semen is still liquid, my studs, which is far beneath the semi-solid mass of a real good cum.” Far from cleaning her lips, she reveled on their smears: she licked her palm, kissed it, sucked it, and then she sucked every single one of her thumbs down to their bases, making sure that not one drop of that filthy broth was left wasted. “Fucking hell, you’re a B-class type of studs, and still you all taste so good.” Her hands freely slapped the hard, massive asses of those muscular stallions, making many shiver and grunt while they simply tried to sleep. “I do not know where my Queen finds so many of you. Ever since we conquered this land, we’ve had over a million of your kind, and still we need more to keep our furnaces well fed.” She laid her palms on her groin, feeling her womb throbbing. “Oh, fuck. I’m horny.” She looked around the place, seeing if any of those wasted man was of stellar fucking material. “Today… I will make babies.”

The males tried to touch her and worship her everywhere she passed. Even with their eyes closed and their ears bleeding, they could literally locate her by the power of her walking; her feet stomped the ground with a strength to make it crack, and the walls rumbled as the windows cracked—some of them literally shattered—all under her mere stroll. Many tried to pull the thin, silky robe she wore over her body, trying to uncover the formidable mountain of muscles that she was. Their faces were met with skull-cracking stomps, and their breaths were almost extinguished under her brief, but terrifying fits of rage. Imelda was much less forgiving than her majesty—a necessity, maybe, for an Alpha female who nonetheless was still not at the very top of the pack; in order to survive even her Queen, she needed to be ruthless, whereas the majesty could afford the grace and the humility only available to the truly safe, the truly secure.

«That bitch. Where is she?» She cracked her knuckles and tried to keep her anger in check. Those piles of men were getting too old already. The length of the walk unnerved her. She wanted to breed now, yet the distance from her breeding ground was really getting to her nerves. «Where is that bitch hat breeds hundreds of studs without even telling me about it?» Her ropes grew apart in her body, revealing more and more of her musculature as she strolled at a faster pace and released steam through her nostrils. Enraged and pumped, the power woman was a force to be reckoned with. «My bitch! My Queen! Where the fuck are you?»

She turned around a few hundred times before she finally arrived at her destination: in the anti-chamber of Her Majesties quarters, a sight of absolute delight. “Hello, studs.” The men who weren’t already standing stood up at once, their combined movement making a rumble that would be scary and terrifying anywhere else—but that, in that place, was barely audible under the ferocious spanking, banging, pounding, screaming, and crying that was going on beyond the portal into the Queen’s bedroom.

Ignoring the sound, which had indeed become so commonplace as to be imperceptible to her, Imelda focused instead on the power beasts around her, and she feared not giving them as generous smile as she approved everything of what she saw. “I see. As always, she has left the finest for last.”

“My lady Imeld-”

BOOM! The room quaked. The fucking and banging going on in the bedroom stopped for a little, for even the Queen herself heard that violent sound, only to a second later resume fucking as if nothing had happened.

The man who had dared to speak was now on his knees, his immensely gigantic body shivering and quivering like a naked lamb on the cold, his massive chest weaving, her breath leaving him, and his mouth finally opening to let out a huge stream of puke. Bloorsh! The puke splashed on the lady’s ropes, giving her no anger at all. With one foot, she stomped the monster’s skull, and his face was sent banging against his own puddle of vomit so hard it cracked the ground beneath it.

Imelda looked around. The massive, beautiful males were shivering. No word was exchanged, no look other than hers, for even the tallest men began to lower their heads and avoid their gaze—all but maybe two or three of them. «The bulls,» she thought, smiling wider as she left the beaten man behind. That guy who’s just puked was a 7ft3in-tall, 450-pound muscle behemoth whom, prior to be called into the Queen’s harem, used to fight crazed beasts in the wild, protecting villages for a price, and who had infamously wrestled a bull into the ground in under than seconds and snapped his neck like a toothpick, and now he was there, on the ground, quivering and almost crying after a single punch of Her Majesty’s confidant.

The great lady walked calmly and lazily by every man, stopping by every once and then so she could feel their muscles and fumble their genitalia. She said no word; there were only motions: the woman stopped by a stud who was a whole foot taller than her—a 7ft9in tall beast of a man—and whose over-muscular frame absolutely dwarfed hers, when he was the one who shivered and cowered, turning around obediently as the lady rolled him by the hips. “Amazing musculature.” She laid her lips on his right flank and started to eat it, to consume it, licking and coating it with her saliva as her hands fumbled both his gigantic, plentiful abdominal muscles, and his lower back. “Come here, stud.” She turned the guy around aggressively, pushing him against the wall and making the entire chamber quake again, with the guy panting as she pressed her hips against his massive, round hard ass, and them giggling her hips on the crack between his glutes almost as if she had a penis, feeling her own vulva finally moisten and swell and give her the beginnings of a splendorous pleasure. “Ooh, yeah. Yeah, baby, baby good!” The turned the guy around again, laying her left hand on his abs and pressing him against the wall. “What a good horse you are.” He raised her right hand to the man’s face. Another thing there was rising, but she paid it no attention—yet. She grabbed the man’s cheeks and turned his head from side to side, seeing his heavenly face in all its splendorous, young, beautiful glory, and realized that the massive stud—a beast who weighed over 500 pounds with under 5% body fat—was merely a 19-year-old youngling. “You’re are nice breeding slave. Oh, god, look at these.” She put her fingers into his lips and forced them open, and the men began to pant quickly, almost as if dying inside. “Oh, what good teeth.” She turned the man’s face and kept prying his lips open, evaluating his perfect white, shiny teeth. “Protruding canines, almost like a wolf.” She let him go, stepping back to see him in his full glory. “How much cum are you able to produce, slave?”

The man weaved. His eyes were moist, almost tearing up. He looked to the other men, who looked at him to give him confidence, reassuring him that the dark lady wouldn’t do anything too aggressive if he was wise. Gulping painfully, the beast spoke in tone deeper than the Mariana trenches: “my lady…”

“Drop the niceties.” He looked sternly up to him. “No ‘my lady’ bullshit. Just tell it as it is.”

The beast crossed his superb, massive arms under his back, trying to hide his shivering and his nervousness. “Mm, my… uh…” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “A barrel.” Imelda lifted one eyebrow. “I can ejaculate a barrel of hot seed.” He looked down to her master and made a very, very foolish move: “you would like to…?”

A hand. Just a raised hand. One raised hand and that’s all that was needed for the giant to shut the fuck up and the entire room to fall into stillness—thought not “silence.” In the bedroom beyond the large, golden door, indescribable horrors were unfolding, with the final men of the Queen screaming for mercy as she consumed them like they would never be consumed before. Imelda tried to not pay attention at those sounds, knowing full well they reflected a power that she would never truly, truly have.

The woman—the goddess—heard many stretching noises on the room, and her smile became more malicious, if not more loving. “You boys enjoying yourself to my body?” She stepped further back, turning from side to side slightly, taking the lighting of the room into account so that the men could see the absurd profile of her outrageously muscular and curvy body from under her robes. “I will rip and devour the penis of any man who’s fully heard.” She closed her eyes and pointed forward. “Except this guy.” She opened one eye and looked at him. “He’s the only stud who’s allowed to be hard during my presence. Every other male will be emasculated if you disappear. This is no place for horny teenagers, after all.” She ran her hands down along her sexy profile, highlighting the ridiculously muscular, thick, sensual figure of her titanic body. “Alright, my studs. Don’t disappoint me, will you? I really don’t want any blood today. Alright. Three… two…” She waited a little longer. “One…”

She turned around and opened her eyes. About twenty-eight men were in that room, and around her she saw twenty-seven semi-hardened cocks. A few of them—the Bulls—were actually fully (or almost fully) soft, with only four or five men coming really close to me outstanding hard. “Oh, my, my.” Her smile now became beaming, for she approved a great deal of what she witnessed.

The biggest cocks known to mankind were there, in that room, and the offering for the night was surely one of the finest the Queen had ever assembled. Imelda feared not in displaying her raging arousal, spreading her legs up, like a cowgirl amount to mount her horse, and letting the strands of umidity flow down her uber-muscular thighs into tiny puddles around her feet. In front and around of her she counted twenty-seven outstandingly massive penises even when “just” semi hard, with the hardest ones belonging to the weakest males, and the softest ones to the finest of the finest meats of the Queen. “I’m impressed with you Bulls.” She looked at the three males who remained mostly soft; only one, however, dared to look her in the eye. “Leonardo, aren’t you?” She spoke to that one male, and the place rumbled as he reflexively (daringly?) flexed his muscles. “Oh, my. Aren’t you one gigantic beast.”

The stud, while soft, was already the biggest member in the room: between his legs dangled an appendix of such impressive, monstrous proportions, that even the other males kept their distance from him, already respectful of the monster’s obvious status as Absolute Alpha of the group. The monster raised his chin and dared to face the lady as a superior, not as a mere servant, and the noble picked up on his challenge, laying her fists on her hips and throwing him a scorching one-sided smirk. “Arrogant horse. Before you even get the chance of gazing upon our mighty regent, I will destroy you.” She turned her back from him slowly, yet already she could hear the beast gulping, his nervousness beginning to show through his hastened, pacing breath. “Your eighteen-inch-long soft penis mighty be already as thick as an arm, and you may have fucked over 15,000 women before you were ever recruited; and I figure that your fecundity is, indeed, hella impressive, with every single one of your women becoming knocked-up even when you used industrial-scale condoms, and even when they were on the pill (and even both together!), and that you have bred them with an average of two children each, resulting in an offspring that is literally 30-33 thousand strong… however!” Powerfully, she flexed her chest, her arms, and her shoulders, and all the males there either gulped or shivered upon seeing the massive expansion of her muscles, so fucking strong that even her lose robes threatened to be ripped by them somehow. “You will realize that all the world you thought was your own out there… all the planet you thought you ruled over, because you are such a massive, powerful stallion…” She giggled. “All that world was a mere training ground to this castle. To us! Your Queen and your regent.” She stepped back towards her eighteen-year-old muscle giant, whose massive cock rose past his bellybutton; nothing less than an outstanding 24-inch pillar of manhood. “Let me get warmed up for you first.”

The poor stud was trembling. As the hands of the woman touched his penis, a massive broth of precum spurted out of his immense urethra, bubbling up in a gooey, steamy mess that immediately filled her fingers and covered the entire gigantic surface of his monstrosity of a cock. Instead of being annoyed, the woman cooed, looking up with great pleasure and approval to her beloved stallion. “Such a young horse already producing so much of this virile juice.” She smacked her lips, stretching her jaw slowly and sensuously. “I know you’re young, and I know you barely fucked, like, 200 women before coming here. It’s natural, my stud, but I must urge you to contain yourself.” If the cock of the stallion was impressive, his balls were even more so. Despite having a 24-inch hard cock, his manhood actually looked disproportionally small compared to the testicles that powered that beast: dangling as low as his knees, his milkmakers were literally as gigantic as American footballs, managing to outflank even the mighty Bull whose cock remained the softest of all cocks in that chamber.

It was precisely those two superb seed-making machines that Imelda slapped like a dominatrix, and it was precisely those slaps that made the stud cry and almost collapse on his knees before the goddess. Imelda put one hand on his gigantic abdominals and pushed him back, literally cracking the wall behind him this time. “You can cry. It’s okay. I know I’m too much a woman for you.” She cast a sly look behind her, seeing if all man were still soft. “Remember: a penis goes hard, a penis gets chopped.” The belly of the giantess literally roared, and the chamber was filled by the sound of a feline hunger. “I’m serious. One of out favorite punishments, as you might know, for the very worst offenders of this land—the rapists, the serial murderers, the worst of corrupts, and all that manly vermin of the Earth!—is to take off their pants, bite off their cocks raw, and then… oh!” Her pussy grew more swollen and harder. She was lubricating like crazy, but that was still barely even the beginning of the beginning. “We eat those cocks raw if they are appetizing enough. If a criminal is more hung than eight inches, we fucking dine on his genitalia. Normal minds can barely comprehend the pleasure that is to bite the cock of an odious man and feel the semen squirting out of his balls just as we chew on them.” She turned around just a bit, caressing the massive cock of the youngster with one hand; not jerking him, but mostly just grazing him, making him even more afraid and nervous than if she was actually pumping his dick for raw seed. “It’s just like fruits, honestly: biting a testicle of a well-endowed male, you see… the real good part…” She licked her lips and shivered, the waves of pleasure taking over. “The fattest part of the testicle… damn!” Her eyes rolled. “If you do it right, you now, the juices squirt out into the walls, even the ceiling. Oh, god, it’s good to eat the genitals of a male whose done nothing but harm to society, and so I’ll eat yours too, indeed, if you dare disobey me.” She turned around quickly, as if to catch some man on a weak spot, or as if to answer a question nobody actually made: “‘But what crime have we commited?’ You might wonder. Well, no crime. It’s just that we can do whatever we please, so, if you’re feeling daring…” She chuckled. “Try me. Test my patience. It sure has been a long time since my stomach has had actual cock for dinner, not just the juice.” Out of nowhere, then, the beast woman gripped the cock of her stud by the crown, and the poor male just moaned and groaned while his hips twerked like a woman’s and his massive ass literally cracked the walls further with those movements. “If you can’t resist what I’m going to do to this stud, close your eyes and shut your ears, because… yes, I admit: the arousal of my body subduing a big beast like this wonderful horse here…” Her other hand caressed the superb pecs of that ultra-massive breeder. “It is one hell of an arousing sight. Now…” She turned her face again to her male, who was sobbing under her touch. “Oooh, baby. Mommy’s hurting you like this, mm? Like… this?”

With her hand on his cock, she performed a twisting motion which immediately brought the giant to his knees. The goddess grabbed the giant by his neck and pushed him aggressively against the wall, crushing the stone and making parts of the wall fall on into the ground. “I love younglings like you. The feeling of mastery and domination is just something we cannot get from any of these other studs. Now, my darling…” Pumping his crown, she felt the jets of precum hitting her bosom and absolutely drenching her robes. “Fear not. I’m not gonna fuck your for real.” She licked her lips. “You are too young for that. You… are meant to feed me cum.” Opening her mouth, she lined up her lips on the steamy, boiling urethra of the teenage stallion. “Now, darling boy… cum.”

A single motion. One simple, lonely squeeze, and that was all it took for the “inexperienced” stallion to cum harder than a herd of horses. The room was filled by the liquid sound of thick, hot seed travelling through the breeding cannon of that prized stallion. Before the woman even performed the action, the males were already apprehensive, trying their best to contain their raging arousals. Once she did it, though… they almost lost it! «Focus!» They thought to themselves, closing their eyes and even breathing as little as possible so that not even the smell of that teenager’s supreme cum enticed them to nut on their own.

The woman merely squeezed the underside of the teenager’s massive helmet with her fingers, her gigantic hand forming an O around the penis, and promptly twisted her tight squeeze on the penis, making her fingers vibrate very tenderly at the very end of the movement. The young bull released a deep, growling grunt of earthquake power, and the entire room rumbled as his seed began to flow.

The silky, velvety fat lips of the dominating demigoddess enveloped the exploding cum cannon, and her seal on the prick became something that the young stud had never felt before. With explosive ferocity, but also panicky incontinence, the teenager was shocked to feel all his self-control and will power drained throughout the most painful, embarrassing five seconds of his live: the cum, which at first came out in controlled bursts, slowly gained ferocity and intensity until the young man was not only nutting with his full force, but far-and-wide surpassing any force he had ever cum with before. «DAMN IT!!» His mind panicked. A glimmer of hope, however, beamed within it: «FINE!! WHORE! TAKE IT!» His gigantic, super-massive, super-veiny arms shivered; he wanted to grab that woman’s head and push it down on his cock, yet he didn’t know if he’d end up with both arms still attached to his torso afterwards. In doubt, he merely thrust his hips upward, penetrating that woman’s endless hole with the power of a bona fide human breeding machine. «TAKE ALL MY GUNK!!»

The teenager was immediately shocked and flabbergasted by the… incredible… indescribable, really… the goddamn divine seal of the woman’s lips on his cock, which no woman had ever managed to blow at all. You see, that stallion’s cock was literally horse-sized. No, cut that: horses have, on average, sixteen to eighteen inches of a fully rigid penis, whereas that young man displayed a full twenty-four inches of manhood—a two-foot-long cock! His girth was similar to that of the flexed biceps of a world champion bodybuilder, making his supreme genitalia not only long, but massively, inhumanly fat.

It was exactly that beastly, demonic genital that the woman ate up like it was nothing. With the squeeze of her mouth on his prick, the young man literally blanked out for two seconds, and if not for the woman’s one hand against his abs, he would have collapsed on his knees with a generalized failure on his leg muscles.

The game was on.

Liquid burst after liquid gunk resonated on the room. The trhoats of the men were shivering, their apples moving up and down, just like their cocks, the discomfort and the pain of that young man’s torture striking their nerves on a very personal, intimate level. As the teenager regained his consciousness and returned to grunting and moaning, the males all closed their eyes and shut their ears, trying their best to resist the famed emasculation of those stallion-like giantesses.

«What delicious, savory cum.» The woman tasted the seed, and it was wonderful. It wasn’t just the consistency that struck her cunt with pleasant, agreeable sensations, but the sheer volume of it. Looking up to her quivering, spasming male, she smiled, not letting a single drop of his cannon loads even drip through her lips.

She was eating as much cum as a hundred horses unloading their seeds straight in her mouth—with a difference: whereas a horse can cum for only as long as fifteen seconds, that guy just… kept going. And going. And then going some more. With loads as fat and thick as a human arm, the goddess relaxed her throat muscles completely, making sure that the massive train of jizz had uninterrupted passage straight into her belly, where it splashed with the most phenomenal sound ever heard by those men: *splooorsh!!*

“B-by G-god…” One man covered his mouth and shut his eyes. If the goddess had heard him, she would punish him later. That torrent of jizz was far too good, far too holy for a massive woman like her to deny, and she would drain that stud’s super balls down to their latest drop of seed, to the point that he would need weeks to ever nut a single load again.

As the seconds rolled on, the sound of the man’s spurting became more aggressive, downright scary. Bigger and badder-looking studs turned their ears to the young, spasming male, wondering how the fuck could a cub so young nut such legendary loads of man juice. Without any extra effort, indeed, most of the penises in the room began to go down, down, down, for the feeling of being surpassed by a pesky teenager was the cherry on top of the cake of humiliation those men had continuously been forced to ear since their recruitment by the merciless Queen.

It’s not that the load was massive; it’s not that his balls were powerful, heavy, and lively; it’s just that it kept going for so! Fucking! Long! «Jesus!» The biggest, baddest male of the group—Leonardo!—was the only one to face the scene with his eyes opened, and even he, atop of his pedestal of uber-masculinity, could barely resist getting his cock semi-hard and shutting his eyes from time to time so that it didn’t sprout fully hard against his abs. The other men who got a glimpse of his manhood, oh… their penises went fully soft on the spot. It was already humiliating enough to have an eighteen-year-old with balls literally as big as American footballs and a cock longer than an average arm, but to see that this man wasn’t even the biggest, the baddest, the manliest of them… fuck! That was just too much to take! As the men looked at Leonardo, they wondered “fuck! How the fuck can a monster like that exist?!” As Leonardo looked at the teenager, he wondered “fuck! How the fuck a monster like that…?!”

He wasn’t referring to the man, however, but the woman. *Glurk! Glurb! Glunk!!* The sounds of her swallowing became the most terrifying thing in the room. The cum machine that was the man’s penis was muffled by her ferocious gulping, and then a new stage of that terrifying blowjob began—one that would see the teenager be completely destroyed, down to his very spiritual well-being: readying her muscles, the goddess shut her eyes and prepared herself. «Very well, stallion. I see you can literally cum a barrel.» Her belly was somewhat bloated by the tanks of cum she had swallowed, but it wasn’t nearly as big as it should have looked considering the terrifying amount that actually left that prick. In fact, seeing her like that, one would wonder where the hell was all that cum going to!

The goddess had her tricks, and the teenager’s body wasn’t actually a true breeding machine he himself was led to believe it was. Hers was. The woman’s. The giantess’ body. She was the true breeding machine, and she was now going to show that gigantic teenager… what a real woman was made of.

Her right hand left the stallion’s abs. His whole body began to shiver and contort, his muscles flexing and bulging as the wall behind him cracked and crumbled, and huge rocks fell from it on the the ground, the cracks spreading through the walls, along the floor, and the poor young man beginning to quiver like a girl, his moans growing higher-pitched—still masculine, but betraying a femininity that would completely overtake him. “Aaahee… aah… ooh…” The god crushed the walls with his hands, trying his best to not push that woman’s head to the very base of his balls. “Aaaheee!!!” His moan got really feminine. The woman knew it was time.

Her arms were crossed behind her back, and the outrageous form and hardness of her ass became really apparent as she bent over a little and ate a few more inches of that dick. Ten inches of monster cock were penetrating her, the loads being shot unforgivingly inside her throat. As the gigantic testicles of the stud rose higher and higher, their pumps sounding like Buddhist gongs echoing through the Himalayas, the beast-woman chuckled for herself, ready to utterly annihilate that man’s masculinity. «Try not to fall down, okay? Oh, you will fall. Just… try to last a little longer than the last teenager I fucked, alright?» She looked up to her male, who in turn had his face spasming like an epileptic, his eyes rolling to every direction, his lids twitching and his cheeks shivering like a terrible computer glitch, his face looking like a really badly-animated character model going haywire on an old computer. The goddess slowly placed her right hand on his monstrous shaft, which was so ungodly thick that an average woman’s fingers would never be able to encircle it fully—an average woman, that is. «Look how he trembles.» There mere touching of her fingers around the massive breeding pole caused the monster to spurt and ejaculate fatter, louder streams into her mouth. «You’ve never met a woman who could hold your breeding stick fully, have you?» Barely applying any pressure to the dick, the goddess just slurped and gulped on it… until it was finally time… to kill her fucking prey.

The monster began undoing himself before she did anything. The feeling of her two hands on his ejaculating fuck-stick was already… something… so utterly pleasurable, yet so deeply terrifying that he felt it as coming straight from hell itself. That woman…!! That ungodly, hellish beast…!! Was it true, everything everyone told him about her. «C-can she literally kill a man… by giving him a blowjob?»

One second later, he figured it out: the room trembled with the burst of a sound wave so powerful its walls cracked and all the men—literally all the males, Leonardo included—hugged the walls or covered their cocks to protect themselves from that unseen threat. They felt it in their own loins, so much so that the promise of keeping their member soft was broken almost completely: out of those twenty-seven massive stallion, only Leonardo and five others managed to not grow their dicks into full hardness. All other men, with their hearts now almost exploding through their breasts, were losing their breath and their damned minds under the terror of being touched by that woman’s spirit—a jerk-off, you see, so bloody powerful that they literally felt it in their own massive dicks! «Did she… d-did she just touch me right now?»

One of the men—the weakest, meekest of the stallion—went a degree further and straight-out ejaculated in the room. The other men were shocked upon seeing his massive, messy jet just burst forth from his steamy urethra and give that room a shower like never seen before. Walls, curtains, and MOBILIA were all rained by the stud’s superb ejaculation, which was like a very potent hose turned on from his balls. “Oooorh!!!” The poor male rolled his eyes and collapsed on the ground, turning his hose of cum to the marble and cumming a literal pool around himself. His pain was felt within the breasts of all poor men who heard his cry; even Leonardo, who was such a stud he was almost divine, a demigod amongst children, had to gulp and look away as the beast came uncontrollably in the middle of the room, the pool of cum now reaching up to three feet of diameter around him. «Pathetic,» he thought, although he felt he was not so above that poor comrade as he would like to believe.

The goddess ignored all that. She was just too focused on killing that one teenager with orgasms before she could rip her other victims apart with the power of her muscles. What she had done, indeed, was solely focused on that one man’s pleasure, yet the power of her tactic, going far away and beyond anything any human could even think of, struck the entire room with nothing short of a stellar, reality-bending type of energy.

The teenager’s strength was drained from his legs. For a split second, indeed, before it was all gone, he felt his guts, his stomach, his liver, and all his lower organs moving towards his prick, and then sort of liquefying and being squirted out through his urethra along with his cum—or rather, sucked out brutally by the now-ferocious throat muscles of the inhuman goddess. A split second later, his sight literally blanked out—and it did not return. “Goh-!!” As he opened his mouth, he felt his voice dying, and then his hearing disappeared along with it, with only his sense of balance, smell, and space awareness remaining, enough for him to feel his knees hitting the ground and forming two massive crater around them.

His entire body froze up, and then began to grow. The other man, covering their mouths, saw the teenager gain even more volume and mass, to the point that the ground kept cracking and sinking even though there was no other movement at all from the ground man. The veins in his body, which were already insane in their number and shreddeness, now sprawled and multiplied like living snakes. Leonardo himself raised one eyebrow and nodded respectfully to the young man’s physique, recognizing in him the genes of nothing less than an absolutely superb male specimen. «This bull, with a little training, will literally become the top breeder of the universe.» His muscles roared, almost in response to a challenger. «Curse you. If she doesn’t kill him, I guess I’ve met my worthiest rival yet.»

The young stud kept growing as the goddess kept doing whatever she was doing to his prick. What was astounding was that, following that one, single movement she performed, the goddess now remained as immobile as the youngling, her muscles perfectly controlled, her body still the same frame as before, only her throat and belly moving as she ate up insane amounts of gunk from that super boy’s testicles.

Speaking of testicles… holy molly, the beasts were huge! They were already the size of American footballs before, but now, resting on the ground, the giant seed makers were so enormously bloated and hyper active that they seemed… to be getting!… even bigger?! «What??» All men—Leonardo included—couldn’t resist looking at the teenager’s testicle and feeling a little inadequate, wondering how a single man could sport a pair now as voluminous as two basketballs. It wasn’t even the volume which called for their curiosity and shock, but their outrageous, inhumane mass! The balls were so visibly solid and heavy that the ground was literally cracking underneath them, the cracks growing wider and longer at every throb of the mighty orbs.

The beast stud kept his mouth opened, with his eyes almost popping out of his skull, but now sound came from his breast. He was voiceless, and everywhere around him he just saw perfect darkness. It was only the beginning of his utmost suffering. «W-what… what is that…?!» What was that he was even feeling, he began to wonder, but even his mind seemed physically shaken and stirred inside his brain; unbeknownst to him, yeah, his woman was masturbating him down on a molecular level.

«I want you to get a taste, young man, of what I and my Queen have dubbed… quantic blowjob.» Imelda kept performing her masterpiece on the guy’s dick—an act of such outrageous power that it really cannot be describe here, in these quick, unworthy sentences. «Your body is now changing on a subatomic level. If I so want to, I can literally crack your bones and bleed out your organs without lifting a finger.» She squeezed both of her wrists crossed under her back, making sure to emphasize that whatever she was going to do to the young man, she was going to it with her mouth and tongue alone. «Now feel, my young stud… your sexual, physical, mental, and ultimately physical… annihilation.» The young stud began to feel a fire of demonic vermin consume him from his loins and upwards, an orgasms of such tremendous power he literally felt like burning from inside out.

«W-what…?!! What…??!» His mind, when it thought of anything, could never go beyond this simple, single word. Slowly, but quite visibly, steam began to burst through his very power, and the massive super stud, with his muscles now reaching their fullest size, realized that his blood was literally boiling.

What Imelda was doing now was nothing but the most basic thing a woman was expected to do in a blowjob: to suck and, well, actually blow. Her throat muscles were moving. Her lungs were sucking air. Simply put, the woman had started to actually blow that stallion away, yet the power of her blowing, as well as the complexity of her muscular movements, went far beyond what should even be physically possible. That was the blowing not of a human, or even of a superpowered earthly creature; that was the blowing of a goddess—and the woman was really, sincerely just getting started!

Her most aggressive movement—the one that threw all the men off g

uard—was to simply repeat her first squeezing-and-twisting of the cock, but now with both hands. Granted, she had used all ten fingers of her hands, which later she would admit to have been “a bit of an overkill,” but the act itself was just that: one hand squeezing and twisting the cock just under its crown to the left, and the other doing the same on its middle to the right, both hands twisting in opposite direction while the fingers vibrated at the very end of the motion.

To the young stallion, though, that thing was a revelation. Just as his knees were buckling and his sight was disappeared, he saw very clearly a shiny beacon on his hips, illuminated like a golden statue of his massive genitalia, with all the veins in his body sprawling from it and highlighted by a very blazing, scorching red. «By… God…!!!» Were his only thoughts before his sight (and his sanity) kissed him bye-bye and he began to collapse into the ground.

The goddess did no other motion on his cock after that one. None whatsoever. Her hands were not only still, but completely lose, grazing only the very tip of the cock’s skin, as if to remind the man that “yes, my darling, mommy’s still in charge of your penis.” Aside from that, her body was pure stiffness; not a muscle in her moved, at least when seen from afar; not one fiber in her changed, which spoke volumes about the goddess’s inhuman level of self-control. She was a woman who could literally control every single cell of his body and command it to her will, and she was using this monstrous, demonic power to now torture her youngster into both sexual bliss and insanity.

Here’s the deal: the goddess didn’t move on her exterior, but her interior muscles… oh! They were not only massaging or sucking that cock; they were ripping it! The young man shouted and roared within his mind, his soul now becoming a pure cacophony of orgasmic sounds, as he felt his hips being pulled up from the ground and his mastodontic prick being sucked deeper and deeper into the throat of that super woman—and what a fucking throat she fucking had!

“Gasp…!!! Gah…!!” His mouth occasionally produced some exasperate sounds, but that was most that it could make. Everything else was stiffness, stillness, and pain, with his super muscles shivering and trembling as if he was about to be literally implode. “Garh… gorh…!!!” Saliva began to drool from his lips, and his tongue slowly rolled out along with it. The other men were gradually more shocked upon seeing the many inches of that man’s kisser, almost as if a pink, snakeish salamander was leaving his throat. «Holy fuck!» They surely thought. «That ain’t a tongue! That’s a fucking anaconda!»

The stud’s tongue, dripping steamy saliva all the way, rolled down to the man’s pecs, and then further down into his upper abdominal muscles. Overall, twenty-six inches of tongue now laid exposed and resting on his torso, with so much saliva bursting from the stallion’s mouth that, in a few second, his entire torso was shining under the bath he was giving himself. His saliva formed a big puddle around his gigantic ass, with his thighs having swollen to literally the girth of a Greek column.

His hips kept being pulled, time and time again, by the gradual and unceasing sucking of that goddess’ innards. Within herself, pressing back against her muscles just as hard as they pressed against it, the woman felt the full hardness of that penis, the absolute girth and monstrous length of it all conquering her, dominating her, penetrating her almost as if she was the passive one in the relationship. As the massive, fist-sized helmet of the super prick burst through the entrance of her stomach, she rolled up her eyes and shivered. Finally, finally! The goddess was experiencing her first real orgasms.

«Yes! Yes!! Yes!!» Her hips twerked. Her gigantic, mega hard muscular bosom danced, and the penises of the men grew insanely harder upon witnessing the jiggles of that super monstrous ass—the two most perfect, most divine butt cheeks that had ever laid their eyes upon. «Now this is a fucking cock!!» The goddess raised her ass and squirted on the ground. The men could see her juices just splashing against the rock like a fucking hose. They weren’t the only splashes she had in store: as the minutes rolled, more splashes followed. *Boom! Boom! Boom!* Some of the men stepped back and averted their gazes, shocked to see a woman cumming as if she had a strong hose embedded deep within her cunt.

Little did they know that the beast was only warming up her cunt, those splashes being barely enough to be considered a proper squirt for her. «This stallion is a fine quality breeder with the potential, indeed, of becoming one of the strongest, sturdiest males in all the planet. Still,» she looked up to the man, who was sort of dead, but still sort of alive, his muscles being an absurdity in size and bulk and rigidity, «that’s still only that: potential. This youngling has a long way to go before he deserves to truly dominate my steely womb!»

Still, the goddess couldn’t help but to be caught up off guard by sudden and unexpected bursts of pleasure, like one which saw her vulva spread out much wider and her womb blast her vagina with such a maddening volume of loads that the goddess literally had to pin up her hips like a bitch and hose her squirts like a fucking machine: *blooorsh!!!* Her juices literally washed over the body of that one collapsed dude, whose ejaculations had been so strong they formed a puddle five feet wide and three inches thick of pure cum around him. Her squirt managed to beat his spunk in volume, thickness, and heat in a mere five seconds. Flabbergasted, the other males felt their jaws drop as they saw that single woman literally flood the place with her sexual juices, making all of their feet know the insane heat of her nectar as it blasted off stronger and stronger from her cunt.

The pleasure eventually subsided and the goddess, always with her hands crossed under her back, returned to sucking and pumping and outright ripping the dick out of her stud’s hips with her throat alone. Knowing she had reached a limit at that position, she moved her legs and jiggled her butt, almost like a cat about to strike. «Calm down now, now, now.» She told the guy, but only in her thoughts. «Mommy’s gonna be… little rougher now.»

She spread out her legs, like a crab, and stomped the ground with her feet. *BOOM!!!* The entire room shook while about a third of its windows and glasses exploded—not only shattered; fucking exploded!—with the shockwave of her stomp. Massive cracks sprawled to every inch of the place, and the entire surface of the room, on any direction one looked at, now appeared to be covered by dark spider webs, the scale of the destruction only increasing as the goddess applied force to her feet and slowly, oh-so-very slowly, began to squat up from her position.

The hips of the super stallion were brought up from the ground, with pieces of rock falling from his gigantic, oversized, mega ripped glutes. The goddess loved the extra effort his gigantic, titanium-hard mega testicles forced her to put into the lift; she rarely felt her horse-sized legs to get so much exercise when fucking a dude, and the fact that she was experiencing such tremendous effort from none less than an eighteen-year-old was beyond fascinating; it was truly fucking arousing. «God, I feel like a little girls again! Fuck!» She gargled. She literally gargled a little! «This stud is so big, so powerful, so heavy that I… I…!!» She turned her eyes to the sides, seeing her feet sinking on the ground, the cracks growing insanely, the entire place rumbling as if it was about to collapse. «I’m on cloud fucking nine!!» Her pussy honored the male with potent jets straight to the ground, blasting it with such force that, yep, they managed to crack the floor a little. «Alright, little darling. Time to come up with mommy!» Tired of those cheeky plays, however, the goddess returned to sucking him in earnest.

Her gigantic thighs, seeing only in a silhouette beneath her robes, boomed, bustled, and exploded. *Boom!!* Her muscular power, when rising, created shockwaves that whiplashed the men’s massive torsos, chiseled pecs, and impeccable physiques. *Boom, boom, blaam!!* That was beyond power; that was insanity; and all their cocks—except for, maybe, Leonardo’s—were not hurting them on their torsos as they pressed against their abs and throbbed while becoming harder than they’d ever been—harder than iron, harder than fucking steel! «C-control yourself, Leo.» The gigantic mega Alpha of the room felt his breath out of pace, with beads of cold sweat finally forming atop his forehead. «P-please. No. You c-cant… t-this c-can’t…» The mega stud finally moved, cleaning the nervous sweat our of his forehead. «T-this c-cannot be possible»

The entire body of the Amazon grew as she lifted that stud from the ground. The balls of the teenager, a truly impressive sight, remained firmly on the ground, sinking even lower as their weight somehow just seemed to grow, but the goddess’ ascension was unstoppable as she squatted up with graceful ease, all the weight and power and sheer hardness of that stallion barely enough to make her even stop for a second and regather strength. She just kept rising and rising, and the stud kept cumming and cumming, with his sack being stretched and pulled from the ground as his hips literally stood many feet above it. The goddess uncrossed her arms from under her back and placed her palms on the giant’s buttocks. Two powerful loads of squirt splashed on the ground, sprinkling on the body’s of all shell-shocked men in the room. «Damn, ain’t these glutes a wonder of the universe!» She fumbled those glutes possessively, feeling in them nothing less than pure muscle. «Absolute titanium!» Adjusting her posture a bit, she moved her palms upward on the giant’s bottom, then firmly held him by his upper glutes and his lower back. «Alright, stud. I want your massive, ejaculating donkey deep as deep as my guts. For that, I’ll need to change poses a bit, so… be ready. Three, two, one, and…!!»

The room shook as the goddess effortlessly—really fucking effortlessly!—lifted up the entire body of the stallion of the ground until he was all above her. The head of the stud, completely stiff along with his neck and torso, literally banged against and cracked the wall behind him, leaving a crater of cracked stone behind as the goddess lifted him, then pressed him once again against the wall.

The head of the monster hit the ceiling, then cracked it as the goddess pushed him higher and higher, making sure that his hips were at the exact same level as her face. The woman rolled her arms around his thunderous legs, and the hardness and volume of her muscles became great enough to start tearing through the silk of her ropes.

The men were… dead. Almost. They sure wouldn’t stand that situation for much longer, of course, if things kept getting that much hotter. They just couldn’t believe (or accept) the insane hardness, definition, and size of that woman’s arms. They were “god!” Some of the men muttered, and their knees cracked the ground as their bodies collapsed and their penises began to erupt. “This woman… if fucking god!!”

Bursts boomed in the room. Their penises unloaded. If that first man had an impressive ejaculation, it could hardly even begin to compare with those that followed; the first man had a “mere” ten-inch-long hard cock, whereas those stallions ranged from twelves inches to an astounding twenty inches. The tip of their monster cocks reached way past their bellybuttons, with the most endowed of them cramming his pussy-breaker smack in the middle of his gigantic pectorals. Their balls went from as big as apples to almost as large as grapefruits, and their weighs were impressive enough to make audible “booms” every time these testicles contracted and sent another massive load of jizz flying through their cocks.

As they ejaculated, not an inch of the ceiling immediately above them went unscathed. The jets spurted with glorious might out of their horse-sized genitalia and, once it splashed, so powerful and loud, into the ceiling, it literally made it rain thick, steamy cum all over the place. Leonardo’s body, along with all other semi-nude stallions in the place, started to get drenched in their rival’s cum. None of them really minded it. Despite the cascading fountain and the squeals and screams of those men who had fallen, they still only had eyes for the impressive dominatrix, whose musculature, they felt, wasn’t even starting to get warmed up.

Their impressions were correct. As the woman embraced her stallion’s gigantic legs, she smiled to herself, feeling his tremendous weight like a plume. «Let’s see… wow. You weight over a literal ton, my stallion!» She looked again to the youngling’s beautiful face, which was nonetheless almost fully buried into the ceiling at that point. «Such a model look, such a baby face, yet such literally equine weight!» She spanked the guy’s legs, pushing him further against the wall until it ceded and caved under the pressure. *BROOOM!!!* A giant crater formed around him, and large pieces of the wall fell immediately after the woman’s push, with her sending his prick to the very depths of his being, eating him up with such gargantuan power that the beast managed one deep, short-lived roar out of his breathless lungs: “ROOOAARR-OOOHHH…!!!” It was an immensely pained, hurtful roar; one that made the men still standing grab their cocks again and squeeze them, trying so hard not to cum.

“Is she…?!” The whispers, at that point, were almost inevitable. They all thought that the woman wouldn’t hear them, of course, given all the cumming and the screaming of the other men now on the floor—they were wrong, of course, but their punishment wouldn’t arrive until the cock-eating lady was done with her little filly. For the moment, then, the shocked men muttered: “is she pregnant?”

It was easy to forget, throughout all that terrifying emasculation, that the teenage stallion was cumming nonstop. Once in a while, the men could hear the powerful sloshes of his cum bursting so mightily from his prick. In fact, he wasn’t just cumming like a stallion, ejaculating like a herd of breeding bulls, but he was indeed fecundating an entire planet—or so he felt—with that amount of seed that his testicles produced. His seedmaking glands rested right beneath the woman’s massive, gigantic, out-of-this-world breasts, and as they throbbed they made a brutal massage on the woman’s abs, allowing the stallion to indeed feel her muscles for once.

«GOD…!!!» His mind, already electrified, died and was reborn more times than anyone could count. His hypersensitive, gigantic testicles throbbed against her abdominals, and in there they felt the most masculine, virile sat of muscles any living creature could flaunt. That woman was a fucking man—of course, in raw muscular power only! It was mind-blowing how she could sport such an impressive, lively, and hot pack in her belly, almost as if all the bodybuilders in the world’s had died and reincarnated into a single, perfected set of abdominals. Her muscles were… «GOD!!!» He cried in his mind, and his jaw-dropped face began “eating” through the marble above him, his face pressed deeper and deeper into the ruined ceiling as the woman performed her demonic destruction of his genital.

His penis had penetrated her throat and her stomach fully. Only a few inches remained outside of the woman’s mouth, and his girth was such that her lips were like an anaconda’s mouth as it swallows an ox whole. It was almost too much cock for that woman—until she giggled and shrugged that girth away, gagging and gargling on the penis just for fun, allowing his overabundant cum to flow almost to the tip of her nostrils before she “inhaled” it back into her throat, the waterfall of cum inside her body being the most amazing experience she had in weeks! «I want to savor this moment, stallion, before I dominate your cock completely.» She looked down to her beautiful bull’s genital in all its remaining glory; its veiny, throbbing, thickening three inches outside her mouth being the symbol of another superman she would destroy and shatter. «You’re too young to experience that, in my opinion: the humiliation of a woman eating up your full genital. Once stallion, now humbled. Like all men, you bet you would never find a woman who come even close to making your penis feel anything even remotely close to that, let alone the full domination by a single female. Sadly, my beautiful teenager… my boy and my son…» She looked up to him again, seeing the tears dripping from his chin, «I will have to destroy you. Rules are rules, and legends are legends: there hasn’t been a man whose ego I haven’t annihilated, and you won’t be any difference.» With her muscles rumbling, she prepared for her final push. «I ask for your forgiveness, my man, for your manhood dies… now!»

The three inches went inside of her, and that was that. For a rare, almost harrowing moment, the room fell into the deadliest of silences, and then everyone felt the semen bubbling up in their own balls as the body of that teenager, like a virile balloon of muscles, grew bigger and heavier and harder, as well as redder, like a scorching piece of iron on the furnace, come the final inches of his prick swallowed by the merciless lady. Two other men fell on their knees, and as the ground cracked their penises exploded, the ceiling and their torsos showered by the unending cum their more impressive balls produced. This time around, the two stallions were big-time fecundators: one had balls literally as massive as pears, and the other, almost the size of the biggest grapefruits. «Pathetic,» the goddess pondered, paying them no more mind as the teenage penis penetrated her guts.

To a lady who measured almost seven feet in height, it was an honor for any cock to reach the entrance of her guts, let alone penetrate it. The stallion, indeed, didn’t go any farther than burying half of his helmet into her guts, but that was already an achievement literally only other six guys ever matched. «This one, when he grows up…» The goddess almost “burped” inside of herself, caught by surprise by the unending loads of that superhuman horse. «Damn it, beautiful! You a’gonna be a prized pussy breaker, huh?» The goddess crammed her head deeper into the cock, burying her face on the stallion’s titanium abdominals, and a few more inches of the god managed to conquer her cocks, spurting the unending loads this time straight into them.

From the outside, it almost looked as if there was no more space for the woman’s belly. She wasn’t fat—oh, not by any stretch of the definition, but she was definitely bloated, like a woman mid-pregnancy, with her belly growing, and then receding at every few seconds of so by the terrifying loads of that stallion inside of her. «My metabolism is kicking today, huh? After all this load, I should have spurted some of it through my nostrils.» The bubbling, boiling semen surely made its way up her nasal cavities from time to time, but she could keep track of it and control it oh-so-casually. «My body roars! My blood boils! Fuck me, this cum is hot, hot, hot!!» Losing a bit of control, the goddess propelled her mare-like legs forward, making her thighs boom and roar like engines of a powerful race car, and then pushing the poor teenager against the wall so hard that… *BOOOOOOOM!!!!*

A whole four feet of the wall—two feet in every direction—collapsed as the crater under the teen’s back deepened by a couple dozens of inches. The massive stallion body was drilled deep into the wall, so much so that the cracks now reached the very foundations of the building, and the entire wing of the castle trembled as the woman power-blew that penis into oblivion.

From the other size of the room, an authoritative voice made sure to keep the situation in control: “by the gods, Imelda!” Everyone in the room—literally everyone: Imelda especially!—seized up and froze in their places, at least only as long as to hear the next couple of words: “you having a hellish amount of fun, I can sense!” One of the man, gasping and moaning, collapsed on the ground, cumming straight on his own face as his forehead banged the ground and his titanic, monstrous 23-inch cock ejaculated a whole bathtub of boiling semen in the room. None of them expected to hear that voice so soon, and none of them even dreamed it could be so… holy! «I-i-is that…?!» All the minds raced into a single checkpoint: «the Queen?»

Imelda stopped sucking. Despite the shivering and the trembling of her stallion, who was now unloading the most epic jizz of his live straight on the woman’s gut, she stopped everything she was doing to turn her gaze at the golden door and wonder, in terror, whether she had gone too far or not.

Her mind was racing. Despite her hating to admit that, there were now two Imeldas battling for control: one being the usual Imelda, haughty and imperial, and the other… the other being… one… who… «fuck!» Even she didn’t want to admit to herself, to accept this nature she worked so damned hard to suppress. «T-the Queen… is she…?!» Ignoring the cum, Imelda gulped, and the young man’s semen as a result flowed even deeper within her intestines. «Is the Queen angry?»

Thankfully, she was not. Quite the opposite: “hey, my love, just try to be, uh, a little less intense, okay, ‘cause your fucking is making cracks even inside this room, and I can’t fuck my own men at any decent strength like this.” She laughed, and then the room was filled with joy and levity. “As much as I hate to admit that… let’s take it easy, okay? This castle is undeniably of shoddy construction, at least in these high floors.” There was something of a sigh, followed by a moan, followed by very masculine, manly grunts—the squeals of the men she had by the dicks and balls. “If we both fuck hard at the same time, we will collapse this entire wing. Just make sure to tone it down a notch, okay? Okay? Fine. You can go back to fucking this stallion.”

The sound and air only gradually returned to the room, like everyone was suddenly waking up from a dream. «W-was that… her?!» The remaining men could barely believe it, but even as their souls burned with passion and adoration for that heavenly voice, their focus was drawn again to the superhuman woman who returned to savagely fuck and blow and rip that stallion’s cock once more; her entire body now turned into a fuck-machine of rage, frustration, and desire. «Why?!» The woman asked, pumping that prick with the power of the gods. «Why does she have to be so… perfect?!» With the brutality of an aggravated lover, she intentionally began to coax the semen out of the stud’s balls with her inner muscles, the entire length of the super cock now pumped and drained from all its seed.

“OOOH…!!!” The beast roared; just as quickly as they burst, his roars quickly died out: “OOOH-OOOH-OOOOH…!!!!” Imelda felt his semen stretching her guts out like party balloons, the ferocious eruptions of that cum reaching a whole new level—one that even she was surprised to discover. «Ain’t you one powerful heck of a baby horse, huh?» With her thirst redoubled, the goddess pumped her body deeper into the cock, her forehead now blasting a hole on the man’s abs—not literally, of course, but… honestly, it was very close. The gushing of the semen straight into her guts was… oh, god, how would she put it? «Fucking amazing!!» The eyes of the powerful woman glimmered, with the orgasming stallion barely realizing how much he pleased and amazed his dominatrix. «This beast… oh, god! Is he getting too powerful for even my body? My holy, unbeatable metabolism??»

In all of existence, there had been only three males who’d managed to out-cum that woman’s metabolism; three massive, mega Alpha males whose appendages produced and shot more spunk that even that woman’s body could hold at any given time. All of these males were over twenty-five years of age, which she came to think was the bare minimum age any male needed to be in order to have a shot at her—bur then there was that stallion! That god! That teenage super stud whose cum was not only filling her up, but gaining ground on her intestines and making her anus twitch in anticipation.

The goddess saluted him with another salvo of squirts, an event which was becoming all-too-frequent in her orgasming body. Within her mind, even the brief anger against her Queen disappeared and was replaced for a deep arousal—some would say admiration!—for that young breeding bull. «A barrel my ass!» The goddess increased the power and intensity of her muscular motions, powersucking that cock now with great gusto, treating that youngling no longer as a servant or a slave, but as a full-blown lover. «Liar!! Who could believe you came so much more than that?!» Unwrapping her arms from his powerful, horse-sized legs, she grabbed his supermassive throbbing testicles under her even-more-massive breasts and… and!… crushed them!

“UUUUUH…!!!” The bull roared briefly, with pieces of the ceiling falling as the goddess crushed and massaged his gigantic, oversized bull testicles. Her hands could barely cup even a third of each of those eggs, so enormous that they were, and the semen of the stallion was literally bubbling inside of them, so much and so hot cum that the goddess could picture a billion streams flowing like rocket fuel inside those titanic gonads.

«Huge! Huge, huge, huge!!» She flexed her abs, and now her muscles too were joining her hands in the massage and stimulation of those massive super balls. «Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so goddamned huge!»

The other males, shivering and trembling, could barely believe what they were witnessing; not the power or the size of the stallion, no, which they had grown somewhat used to; it was actually the intensity of the woman that got them flustered, as if only now they had seen her invested on a sexual partner, and the fear of that woman just grew to no end inside their breasts. Even Leonardo, who was almost as big as that stallion while not yet even aroused, gulped and shivered upon witnessing Imelda like that, doubting even his own ability to take on a beats like her. «Is she even a woman anymore?»

The room continued to be undone as the beast woman pushed the stud deeper and deeper into the wall, power-sucking his cock with ferocious madness, crushing and worshipping his balls like a religious fanatic near her god. «Your power is fucking amazing!!» Crushing him deeper and deeper and deeper into the stone, the goddess took her time to look around and see almost all the males defeated and fainted, only about ten of them remaining on their feet in the room. «Pathetic. This stallion here beats them all without a sweat. Only Leonardo, maybe, is worth his grain of salt. Everybody else is a petty, useless eunuch!» With inhuman power, the goddess crammed the dick even deeper in herself, her face now buried so deep on the man’s muscles that the young stallion roared once more, then blacked out, the power of her fucking so raw and unrestrained he didn’t now whether that was pleasure or agony which he was feeling all the time.

His semen kept ferociously gaining ground on the woman. About half of her intestines were filled and stretched by the junk. «By the gods, he came a small lake inside of me!» Regaining a bit of method to her insanity, the goddess slowed down her external movements a little and held the gigantic balls more firmly in her hands, appreciating their size, texture, hardness, and full-blown energy. «Fuck. These testicles… oh, god! They are bigger than American footballs now, almost as big as two fat, heavy babies. Oo-la-la!» She squeezed and massaged the balls, desirous to feel every bit of power they contained. «The semen flows at an unending pace. His prick is now a literal firehose in my guts, unloading about five gallons of this massive semen at every second, and not slowing down for anything in this world!» She tried increasing the pressure on her cock, crushing every inch of it inside of her. Her throat, her belly, her guts, all of her coalesced around that cock to give it the most hellish squeeze it even faced, yet the monster penis barely reduced his outflow of spunk at all—on the contrary: it just kept shooting and shooting and shooting at a maddening pace, its spurts becoming so fast (and the pauses between them so negligible) that the woman now felt as if the stallion was cumming one continuous, unending load inside of her.

Her eyes opened up wide and her eyebrows went all the way up in her forehead. Her body was rocked with shivers not of her own power, not of her muscles flexing, but of her sincere, submissive arousal. «It c-can’t be!» With her pussy gushing and dripping a mad amount of viscous cum, she felt a fire rock her hips and briefly take the power of her legs, and her entire body hardened as a massive wave of multiple orgasms took over her. «It can’t…» The semen flowed up to her nostrils. It exploded from her nose, smearing the stud’s abs and her own face as she opened her mouth even wider and let out a painful “oooh…!!!”

In the room, even the most clueless of guys raised their eyebrows and looked at each other in utter disbelief. “Did she just… moan?”

Yes. Yes, she did, and she did not stop at a single moan. Soon, an eruption of cum burst volcanically from her pussy, the power and hotness of that girl-semen so intense that the room grew foggy with its steam. The ground was flooded with her literal pools of ejaculatory lubricant, and only the plentiful cracks on the floor managed to keep those juices at an acceptable level. If the ground were clean and solid, those juices would have risen up until the very ceiling, drowning everyone in that unholy chamber of sex.

«THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING DICK I HAD IN AGES!!!» The goddess opened her eyes even wider, not wanting to miss a single second of her own body being undone by the superior sex god. «JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, WHAT EVEN IS THIS?! THE CUM IS OVERFLOWING IN ME!! OH!! OH, GOD!!!» She saw and felt the semen spurting out of her nostrils, two long and fat threads of boiling his bursting from her nose and blasting the abs of her super stallion—who, in turn, only shivered and crumbled as his own mind was beyond passed-out at that point. «HOLY FUCK!!! I’M FUCKING CUMMING!!!» Her pussy kept unloading gallons and gallons and gallons… «I’M FUCKING CUMMING, JESUS CHRIST!!!»

Two more men fell on their knees, feeling their hands and legs burn under the thick, gooey juice of that woman’s scorching vagina. “It’s… it’s…!!” They penises began to “pathetically” eject loads and loads of semen into the miss—as “pathetic,” of course, as penises as larger as twenty, twenty-two inches could ejaculate. The men who were still conscious lowered their heads into the pool and began to lap on it like kittens, drinking the steamy cum that the woman produced. “My god!!” They looked up to their counterparts, who didn’t know what to make of their humiliation. “It’s… it’s…!!!”

They wanted to say it was good. No, beyond that: it was the best fucking thing they had ever taste in their whole lives, but before their minds could form any coherent thought, their penises spoke for themselves, and the result were several massive, muscular men quivering and twitching on the flooded ground, throwing female cum all around, orgasming and ejaculating like horses in every direction, spraying the ceiling, the walls, and the body of their comrades with literal gallons of super cum. They were driven mad with orgasms, and not one of them recovered or was able to get another single gulp of that pussy juice—a single cup of it was apparently enough to fry a man’s nerves, and the remaining eight studs wondered if it was a good idea at all to remain in that place or if it would be a much better idea to just jump through the windows and flee for their fucking lives. «When we were called,» Leonardo gulped, «we weren’t called for her, for this woman. We were called for the fucking Queen!» His eyes gazed upon the golden door, the only part of that room which hadn’t been cracked or creaked or outright destroyed by the power of Imelda’s blowjob. «The power of the Queen is said to be leagues ahead that of any woman on Earth… even Imelda.» Shivering and gasping, his breath now completely out of pace, the gigantic stud began to feel his ass relaxing and his guts churning, almost as if he was about to shit himself like a scared monkey. «If this is what Imelda can do, then what… what…?!» Deep inside, he already knew the answer for the question he was barely able to make: «what can the fucking Queen do?!»

As the legs of the teenage stallion hanged over the woman’s massive, wide, and strong shoulders, shivering with every spurt of cum his balls propelled into his cock, the woman tried desperately to squeeze his balls against her abs, never satisfied of that hung boy’s massive glands. They were just so fucking divine, you know, his massive, supersized balls! «Oh, goddamn, these balls!» It’d been quite a while since the woman had seen testicles so massive, so shapely, and so bloody powerful. «They are two engines in this guy’s crotch!» The super balls, however, rocked back-and-forth, near-and-away the woman’s body as she released them and was forced to grapple the beast by his buttocks again. If anything, though, his glutes were a worthy replacement. «Round and hard, pure muscle for these cock-craving hands!» She went wild, moving her throat back-and-forth at the same pace of the guy’s ejaculation, looking like a machine gun of blowjobs as the guy spurted cum at crazy speeds.

About seventy percent of her intestines were overfilled with hot male seed, and the steam of the abundant semen began to appear from her twitching asshole. «Oh, my fucking god, it’s happening!» Her mind went fucking bananas! «It’s fucking happening, at last!» Despite the insane power of her metabolism, which was able to convert cum into energy like a plant does sunlight, the eighteen-year-old bull was more powerful by a considerable margin, marking his territory on her insides like a general marching with his armies over the enemy field. Inch after inch, following the quasi-continuous stream of his arm-thick loads, the young man’s semen conquered the woman’s guts, making sure to stretch them to their very limits before claiming another inch and stretching it just the same. His cum was an avid, possessive liquid; the powerful, unyielding jizz that only the mightiest of superhuman breeders ever possessed. «This stallion is already among my top five cunt-fuckers of all time, and he’s gaining rank fast!» Making her own muscles burst with power, Imelda carelessly pressed the boy once more against the wall, this time sinking his gigantic body on it completely, so hard and so fast that his balls formed two enormous cracks under that even more massive crack around his back.

That wasn’t all the destruction: as the balls throbbed, sending jizz after jizz after jizz into their master’s cum cannon, the cracks grew and the pieces of the wall collapsed. They were like two drills making holes on the wall. The goddess adored them! «Fuck! Jesus! I can feel these babies throbbing against my abs!» The two balls, though, which could so easily crack those marble walls, had barely any effect on the goddess’s belly other than very relaxing tickles. «Oh, god, this is so wonderful!» She moved her belly up and down, side to side, always looking for a perfect spot, almost like a lover telling another where to scratch on their back. «Jesus, this is so fucking good!» Meanwhile, the spunk just kept coming. And coming. And coming and coming and coming. In her belly, she felt the complete fullness of a jizz that now only was voluminous, but was actually becoming denser by the second.

In fact, given the amount of seed that young boy had ejaculated, one would expect the woman to have exploded or, considering that her body was indestructible (which it was), one would expect it to have grown to the size of a tenis court, but none of that happened. Instead, had tummy had ballooned to the size of a six, maybe seven-month-old pregnant lady, and there it remained as the woman ate his dick into her own guts and allowed him to ejaculate straight into her intestines. Past that swollen point, her belly didn’t grow any further. There was a key, after all, to her cum-drinking method. «On one side,» she thought rather calmly, now accepting the new level of the god’s ejaculations as if her biology had grown and improved to accommodate it, «there’s my metabolism, which is literally god-like.» The woman giggled as she stopped the flow of cum through her nostrils, regaining absolute control of the guy’s cock without relenting an ounce in her power. While the poor boy squirmed and further destroyed the wall with his muscles, the Herculean lady thought about the myriad of cocks that had met her fury, as well as the myriad of poor men who’d been emasculated by her thrist. It was a number far too great for normal minds to even compute.

«I hate having to be discrete about it, but even for ladies like us, well, some rules must be respected.» She closed her eyes and sighed, all while taking entire bathtubs full of semen into her guts. «Technically speaking, I was a minor when I lost my virginity.» She giggled. «Actually, I was six years old when I took my first mates, which is really quite awesome, coming to think of it. Sadly, of course, even I have to shut up about it so as not to give pedophiles any wrong ideas. Yes, yes, I was six years old when I fucked my first man… but I was also six feet tall, three-hundred pounds, and overdeveloped in every way a woman could be: breasts, ass, thighs, muscles… you name it, I had it all. I was also a 340 IQ beast of a lady, so it wasn’t as if I was some innocent pretty darling who was utterly clueless about the universe.» As the goddess thought about herself and her own divinity, her orgasms slowly subsided. Her body was getting far too used to that stallion’s orgasms, which wasn’t a very good thing. «Damn it. I’m cancelling my own pleasure by overthinking things. But, anyway, what am I to do? I really am fucking perfect, after all.»

Changing positions for a bit, the woman startled all by suddenly throwing herself back and literally slamming the stud on the ground. It was so fast, so sudden, so unexpected that… *BOOOOOM!!!* Everyone, even the might Leonardo… *BOOOOM!!!* They all fell or were pushed away by the shockwave created by that kung-fu-like movement, with the woman literally slamming her man’s torso against the ground in one swift motion. What was more amazing was… *BOOOOOOM!!!* that she did so without actually holding his body with her hands. His cock on her throat was all that she needed to do that backflip, and as she herself collapsed with her back on the ground, creating such a massive splash of the lubes that literal waterfalls of female cum (and smaller parts male semen) exploded through the windows and rained from the towers as if god was squirting upon the mortals. It was some truly amazing display of power! «Okay, where was I?» The goddess felt the waves of her own cum splashing against her body, that new position having sent the cock somehow even deeper into her. «Ah, yeah, my first men. I was six years old when I grabbed my first set of cocks and drained them for all their worth. Ever since then, well, I never stopped. Five men a day met my cooch, and five men a day were utterly humiliated until I grew a bit bigger and graduated to bigger and more plentiful studs. I gotta confess that I wasn’t too hard or too experienced back then: even a single men took me about two hours to defeat, with a gangbang of five gigantic studs being enough to overpower me and even tire me out!» Her suctions became both harder and more numerous as the teenager stud roared and wailed above her, her body reacting subconsciously to her memories, almost trying to compensate for her perceived weakness. «It was only after about 2,300 men that I truly mastered the art of sex, and that I became a truly unstoppable machine of fucking. Since the age of twelve, hell, no man has ever been able to even come close to tiring me out, and from them all my life has been a ceaseless, endless fuck-fest in search for the perfect stallion, the godly male who would once again make my pussy feel the pleasure of utter submission.» As she felt the cum gaining ground on her intestines, the goddess smiled, yet her expectations remained in check after so many years (and hundreds of cocks of experience). «This guy might be this man, but he needs time. A lot of time!» Even if he grew up to become this superman, she reasoned, it would already be a disappointment compared to her. «He’s eighteen-years-old already. At his age, I had fucked and annihilated over half a million men!»

Buckets and buckets of cum invaded the Amazon, and she couldn’t help but to grow a little bit more of the it all. «Fuck. He’s losing potency. Or rather, he’s literally just passed out, so even his body isn’t exactly experiencing the pleasure of fucking in its fullest.» Maybe she was getting just too distracted about her own past to get fully invested in that task, her stallion having fulfilled most of his obligations towards her body. «He is one amazing lover and possibly one of the strongest men alive, yes, but for the moment I guess I’ve seen it all.» She even opened her eyes and looked around, seeing the devastation and destruction they have both wrought into the place. «I wonder if I should just… well… end it all now.»


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[NSFW/+18!] The African College Futa – Part 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Heather…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stepped forward. “You worthless cunt!”

“Oh.”

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

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

Our jaws dropped. “W-what?”

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

“I’m usually six feet nine, but I knew you wouldn’t come here unprepared.” Her eyes were like lasers upon our bodies. God! She was almost undressing us with her gaze! My body, which was already partially revealed, became completely naked as she took another step and the entire house, I swear, quaked with her step. “You’re hard. I can see your bodies are in peak condition. Oh, it’s wonderful, isn’t it?” She raised her arms. Our hearts stopped.

“The power that courses in the veins of our muscular bodies! The most beautiful thing is a woman’s body, a lady silhouette covered with layers and layers of muscles.” She flexed her right arm. Not even that, really: she just moved her fist a little and her sleeves… *streeetch!* Both of them were torn in the middle, revealing the breathtaking bulge of her light-brown biceps, complete with the thickest, biggest vein we’d ever seen in such a muscle! “The power to tear a man in half with our bare hands… to make them scream, learn their proper place…” She lowered her arms, looking much wider than she did before. Every inch of her clothes was on the brink, the leather and silk of her elaborate model trembling under the powerful rumble of her musculature. “The power to pound their anuses with our fingers like they were horse cocks… or to make ladies squirt rivers with a single finger… like this one.” She lifted the index finger of her right hand to me, then curled it. The entire sleeve of her right arm exploded, leaving straps to fall slowly on the ground. *gulp!* Upon seeing her, I felt my feet standing on nothing. Pure void. The simple motion seemed to excite every fiber of her titanic arm, which was much bulkier and harder than mine.

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

“B-b-but…” Veronica still didn’t get it. Points, though, for being the first to speak: “but you’re a woman, aren’t y-?”

She shut up as I lifted my warm in front of her. No need wasting time with words. If anything, her long speech only betrayed insecurity—or so I told myself. If there was a time to attack, that time was…

*BOOOM!!* Now! Our bodies collided in a loud, earthquake-inducing thud, and her feet were dragged on the floor as I pushed her with all my might, meeting in her the resistance of a mountain. Our mouths were embroiled in a violent kiss. I plunged into her, my tongue reaching as deep as her throat, and my arms went around her waist to give her a bear hug, which further increased the pressure tearing up her clothes. Veronica stayed behind us, just watching, the moisture in her crotch so great a huge stain was showing in her shorts. Soon, drops of aroused nectar began to drip on the ground, with her legs quickly quivering as I pushed that African bitch further and further back.

«You’re arrogant whore!!» I tried to be mad at her, but quickly I discovered that I was in love. Love! The taste of that mouth was something I had never imagined! I felt like a wild animal fucking at the heights of lust, her tongue and her palate like cocaine to my senses, my nose being electrified by her aggressive, animalistic scent, my hands burning as they fumbled her back and counted, one by one, her countless muscles.

Power! I was tasting power in my mouth, with saliva squirting from the sides of our lips while I relentlessly kissed her. Her tongue remained passive, contemplative at the bottom of her mouth, just taking my onslaught of love without even a sketch of counter-attack. My legs climbed over her thighs, and soon I climbed on that woman like a sloth on a tree. My tongue pierced her harder and harder, swirling in her hot, wet mouth, my lips smacking over her, with the saliva now oozing into our chins and dripping into out bottoms.

The goddess was pushed far back into the door, placing her palms on its surface and then smiling, even giggling as I kept attacking her. I shook my hips over her abs, thrusting on her like a man would her cunt, but that was a bad call, a terrible one, for her overblown abs struck my pussy and my clit under my jeans, leading me to moan inside her mouth. “Oow!!” Our kiss was almost broken, but I wouldn’t recede, no, I wouldn’t give up so easily, not before sucking the cocky grim out of those fat, hard, luscious lips forever.

“Y-you’re so… hot!!” Veronica unbuttoned her shorts and knelt behind us. Her hands plunged into her panties. Four fingers stimulated her insides, trying to drill away the heat that was cooking her from the inside. “OOOH!!” Her forehead fell on the floor, the pleasure taking her in tsunami-like waves, and soon squishes were heard as the squirts left her cunt in stronger and stronger jets. “I c-can’t…!!” Poor little blonde was crying! “I can’t with you too!!”

Worthless weakling! She was on her knees before even trying to beat her! I wouldn’t be this weak! No! I promised myself I would have that goddess on her knees before even ceding to her an inch of my body. Her hands and arms stayed back, pressed against the door, as I thrust my tongue time and time again into her throat, penetrating it like a penis, showing her the fullness of my member. «How do you like that tongue, you African whore?» Inch after inch after inch, I unfurled my tongue inside her. A fat penis would feel so hard and thick inside her. When the tip of my serpentine member passed through her vocal cords, the goddess opened her eyes and looked down to me, her face finally changing from an expression of calm smugness to delighted surprise. Still, I kept unveiling my tongue, sucking her stomach all the way up from her mouth, and gradually I felt her arms quivering, her hands clutching on the door, as if her the pleasure was slowly switching off her self-control and taking over her nerves, forcing her to attack.

Yet the mighty goddess stood her ground, spreading her legs and lifting her hands above her head, her mighty biceps rumbling like Harley-Davison engines, and then crossing her fingers behind her head, which she rested on her palms while casting down on me a smug look. She wore a judging expression in her face, instead of her usual arrogant one. «Come on.» Her eyes ordered me with these exact words: «show me what you got.»

Feeling intense pressure on my chest, my tits swelled, my lungs burned, and my tongue unraveled deeper and deeper inside her throat, no longer a human tongue, but a monstrous one, like a succubus, throbbing and stimulating all her nerves in every direction, reaching for the absolute impossible… until it was made possible! With a gasp from my nostrils, I felt something… incredible!… in the tip of my tongue. «My god!» The tight constraints of her throat had disappeared. In their place, a warm, heated openness, like my tongue had just ventured into a new environment. «Her stomach!» With my fat, python tongue overfilling her mouth and stretching her jaw, I felt its very tip twirling inside her stomach. Giving it a gentle curl, I felt the mucous walls of her organ, and then my hairs spiked as I realized… «shit! I’m licking this bitch’s belly!» I kept striking it with my member, not in an aggressive manner, but instead as lovingly as I could make it, seeing if the bitch would finally surrender or at least concede to my superiority.

Brief twitches of her fingers and the glimmer of surprise in her eyes was the most I got. All in all, the bitch remained the same, smiling wider even, like a tutor who sees a student perform just as expected. To my shock and horror, after our kiss had gone on for over five unbroken minutes, it was I who began to feel a growing tiredness in all my muscles, with the insane length of my tongue cramping and hurting, and every muscle in my chest throbbing in heat waves as I stretched it full. «No! No!!» I told myself, reaching out even deeper in her stomach. «I shall not surrender so easily! I shall not faulter! I shall conquer and destroy!!» The way I was going, my tongue would soon bathe on her acid. Who knows! I might as well have pierced her guts, if my courage and valor were great enough.

I would conquer! I would dominate! I was the superior woman, damnit! So why?! Didn’t she?! Fall?? «Goddamn it!» Minutes passed. Veronica passed out at least twice under so many orgasms. Her shorts had been torn into at least four pieces as her fingers massacred her pussy, drawing a lake of cum from the depths of her womanhood. As she recovered her consciousness and looked up to us, dragging her chin on the floor and trying to keep her eyebrows raised, she howled and sweated like she’d just completed the Iron Man challenge three times in a row: “y-you… you two are monsters!!” She could see the bulge of my tongue on the African whore’s belly, as well as its length throbbing all the way from her stomach to out mouth. “Jesus!! You…” More squirts came out of her and stole her breath. “GAAH!!” Her eyes nearly popped out. “You two have been going for fifteen minutes!! JESUS!!” The squirts were followed by jolts of pleasure that made her entire body squirm on the floor. “Jesus, stop!! You’re making me cum so much already!”

Selfish weakly bitch! As if our fight had anything to do with her worthless ass anymore. My eyes and that bitch’s met as I opened them, finally, after a very long time. She had been looking to me all the time, apparently, since I’d pierced her stomach. My sight was blurry thanks to the tears. Soon, they came flowing down, running on my cheeks, dripping on her bosom as I painfully gasped for air.

The cramps on my tongue and chest became too hard to ignore. In an act of desperation, I took my hands from her neck and raised them to her hair, grabbing and pulling it so hard my sleeves exploded out of my arms—whatever rags remained on them, at least. My muscular back was fully exposed as my shoulders widened and my biceps swelled, and during the kiss I roared inside her mouth, pulling her hair with great strength, feeling little resistance in her neck, and her head turning up accordingly. Her eyes were still open, though, and barely blinking. That bitch was mocking me and all my efforts.

«You fucking whore!!» I stimulated her insides with pumps and throbs of my tongue, controlling that long, inhuman muscle like no person ever could. I was no longer a mere human, you see—both metaphorically and literally, with my physiology morphing so as to match that equally inhuman bitch—, yet still my superstrength seemed unable to match hers, my tongue only getting stronger and more severe cramps as I tried to ruin her!

The bitch was smiling and giggling when she felt the cramping twizzling of my tongue and heard my yelps of pain. Not only was my tongue cramping, but so were all my chest and back muscles. Soon, the cramp was visible through the painful waves of contractions of my muscle fibers, rippling all the way down to my mighty buttocks, which made my jeans explode and revealed themselves in all their circular, swollen glory.

“Jesus Christ!!” The view of my perfect rear struck Veronica with yet more countless orgasms. My white, tanned skin was beyond perfect. One could see oneself like a mirror in the glistening skin of my massive ass, each buttock so hard and smooth it looked like white gold perfectly polished. My buttocks rose and jumped as the jeans kept being torn up from my upper thighs down to my calves, the massive, monstrous thickness of their muscles tearing the cloth as easily as toilet paper.

I couldn’t hear the screams of my friend nor the squishes of her pussy, though, for the pain inside of me had outgrown all the pleasure I took from that fight. Tears were rolling down my eyes as I still persisted on that kiss, feeling my tongue being sliced off from inside out, every nerved being dynamited, and the cramps in my breast getting so hard I felt like my lungs were being compressed like in the abyssal depths of the ocean. «Resist!» Still, I kissed her! «I gotta resist! Ooh!!» My mind started blanking as the pain grew beyond comprehension. It was like needles were being introduced on every inch of my body. I felt like I was crying out blood, and the goddess too realized my intense pain.

In a few swift motions, she grabbed my hair and pulled my head away. Such was her ease that her biceps barely shivered with that act; whereas my muscles literally tore off my clothes with their expansion, hers remained idle and cool, too bored by that action like I didn’t even exist.

My tongue slid off her throat like a measuring tape. It was amazing! I felt its quivering tip leave her stomach and pass through the many inches of her insides in less than a second, returning to mouth in a whiplash so strong it pushed my head back. *Snap!* For a moment, I thought I had torn open a hole in the back of my skull with that overly aggressive motion. The air came rushing back a second later, with my lungs cooling off and all the main magically disappearing.

“Shoosh, shoosh, my love.” She placed her huge hand on the back of my head and pushed me closer to her, laying my head in her hard, powerful shoulders. “Shh, shh. You’ve fought so well! It’s amazing to see how you can almost kiss me without standing at the tip of your toes, or how you can grow your tongue to the depths of my very stomach.” With her next action, she showed me how utterly vulnerable, even worthless I truly was: she pulled my head back and, though I tried to resist it, I felt my neck almost snapping if I persisted on that struggle. She looked at me with a hungry smile, and just when I tried to move away… *boom!!* I gasped! God! I felt I was going to puke my guts out! She embraced me! Taking her other arm from the wall, she wrapped it around my waist, then squeezed me like toothpaste.

Her grim was nothing short of demonic. The heat within her body increased by many dozens of degrees. She was burning! The heat in a single organ enough to cook any normal human being alive! Sliding her tongue on my neck, she laid the following whispers on my ear: “my turn.”


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

“You two are freaks, you know that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked at her. “Can’t you guess?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trying to assert my dominance, I pulled her in a tight squeeze.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm? What did you say?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m strong.”

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

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

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

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

“Huh, my name is Fernanda.”

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

“You said…”

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

“Fernanda!”

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

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

“A gorgeous pussy, you gotta admit.”

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

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

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


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[NSFW/+18!] The African College Futa – Part 3

Didn’t take us too long to find that fucking bitch. As big as she was, you see, she wasn’t one to be so easily lost in the crowd. When we found her, though, she was dining alone on the college hall. Always the same hall, always the same table, and always alone. It’s not like people didn’t want to talk to her. Oh, quite the opposite! Wherever she was, there was always a crowd forming around her; people too fearful to approach her, but too entranced to leave her. As we walked to her table, we saw the same lines of men and women hoping, oh, praying to get a chance to talk to her. As we looked at many boys’ crotches, we saw big bulges (and some, okay, not so big) poking through their pants. The girls were crossing their legs and giggling, their cheeks all blushed as their hard nipples poked through their shirts.

“Jamila, uh, you got some time to help me on my assignment? I was wondering if you could…”

The African bitch raised her hand, so sudden, yet so graceful that even I and Veronica stopped on our tracks. With that simple, threatening motion, we felt our legs tremble. «Damn!» My eyes widened. «Look at the size of her forearm!»

She was wearing a white T-shit under her uniform. “I know what you need, my love, but I’m not sure I can give it to you now.” We heard her speak, even though dozens of feet still separated us. Very elegantly, like every motion was a royal affair, she raised her cup of tea for a sip. “Let me have a good look at you first.”

“Oh!” Her reluctance burned and died in a flash. “O-okay!” Moving past the mass of students, she walked within Jamila’s range, giving us all a good view of her body.

“I-is that…” I stammered to Veronica. “Is that Heloise?”

“Mmr! Uh-uh.” My friend nervously nodded. “That bitch!” We both watched as the tall, proud student offered herself for Jamila, who still took her sweet time, taking a long sip of the tea before even turning her head to look at her.

Heloise had the fame to be the hottest, yet bitchiest cunt in all of college. “Heloise, Morena, then you and Veronica.” Some dumb jock had told us once, prompting us to almost rip the cock out of him with our cunts: “Heloise is the hottest, but you too are the best fuck in anyone’s life!”

Though we feigned outrage, we couldn’t be too shocked at that assessment. “Bitch is beautiful.” We admitted to each other, having made numerous attempts to take her to bed with us. Unlike every other man or women in school, however, Heloise was the only totally oblivious to our charms. “Why do you keep asking? Do you fancy me for some faggot?”

“We think you like a good fuck.” We licked our lips and leaned towards her while showing her our massive, milk-filled breasts. “Don’t you wanna know what is to be fucked for rea-?”

“No.” She bluntly shot us down, time and time again. “I’m not interested in girls, and even if I were,” she looked at us with clear disgust, “I wouldn’t be interested in freaks like you two.” Then she walked away, jiggling that massive, hard butt of hers. “Girls and muscles! Yuck! As if these two things were ever meant to be together!”

Harsh, but meaningless words. The French goddess herself was very fit and toned, with thick legs going for miles and breasts so humongous that had actually disqualified her for a place in the Miss Universe competition. We envied her, we desired her, but so did every student in school, and as a result that rich, spoiled heiress acted like the absolute queen of college, if not of all of woman-dom.

It was then with great revolt that we saw her, in all her Barbie-like poise, melt like sweet girl in front of her strong, authoritative daddy: when Jamila turned to her, damn!, we could swear we heard the gush between her legs. The tall, supermodel bitch always wore skirts, showing off those god-gifted legs to anyone brave (or delusional) enough to try and flirt with her, and thanks to it we saw the hottest thing two raging bisexuals could see in an attractive bimbo like her: hot threads of lubricant flowing down her thick, toned legs.

“Daaaamn!” I felt like I had to push my eyes back with my fingers, so hard they were bulging! That blonde bitch wasn’t just aroused, she was, like, squirting before everyone. “What the fuck is going on??” Just as we felt our own legs trembling, Jamila gave her one very long look, judging her from head to toes, then back to her head again.

“You look cute.” She turned her attention back to her table, where a huge, heavy book lied open. “Let me see you tonight. At nine. My place.”

“D-don’t you p-prefer my place, J-Jammy?” Her voice, usually so sexy and haughty, was now as graceless and clumsy as a newborn emu. “D-daddy’s outta town. M-my mansion is…”

“You can go now.” She waved her away. “We be seeing each other again soon, sweetie.” The newly crowned queen of college turned her head and gave her a promising wink. Then, she addressed all those around them: “please, folks, I need some space. You’re actually blocking the wind, you know.” She waved at them, and not one of those bastards, as horny as they felt, dared to disobey her and star. “That’s much better. Thank you.” She smiled as she talked to herself: “no matter how many you are, I’ll always have time for each and every one of you. Right now, however, I need to…”

“Caham!”

He looked up. Her left eyebrow was smugly lifted. “Can I help you?”

We stood right next to her, each of us at once side, already positioned to take her down if all things came to it. “Does that also include us? Your time?” I pointed at her breast, trying not to be intimidated by the massive bulk in her shirt. “I suppose you have time for us too, right?”

To our shock, her face warmed up to us. “I was wondering when you were going to introduce yourselves.”

Then… she got up! She got up and we both instinctively stepped back, in a very visceral, reflexive motion, as if our survival instincts were screaming at us to get the fuck outta there!! “Heather.” She looked at me. “Veronica.” She looked at her, then she stretched a hand to each of us. “It’s so nice to meet you. I suppose you want to get a piece of me, right?”

It was…! It was so much…! «God!» It was so much to take! Shaking her hand, feeling her warmth, we immediately realized we stood before something of a much superior nature and nearly incomprehensible power! Her size, her height, her muscles, her grip, her beauty…!! I was never into black chicks, even a light-skinned black like her, but once I saw her face, I accepted the impossible: she was at least three times as hot as Heloise herself.

“Jesus… oh, damn.” As she shook my hand calmly, but firmly, I felt a pressure build up between my legs, and then be discharged in a quivering, noisy gush.

Veronica experienced the same thing too. A dark spot quickly grew in her jeans. “Y-y-you…!” She tried to speak, the poor little fool, but then the goddess lifted her fingers to both our lips and said:

“I know you two used to be the baddest bitches around. The strong women, the tireless Amazons… I know your type all too well. Your reputation preceded you, you see. Well…” What she did next…! “I was eager to meet you.” Her hands…! In front of all the students, in the middle of that vast, crowded hall…! She moved her hands down to our asses and squeezed them! “Veeery eager.” Her massive, powerful, muscular hands fumbled our hard muscles again and again, feeling their rigidity and making our nipples just as hard, and we just stood there, letting her abuse go on. “I see there’s good cause for your reputation. Wonder if those big, massive bodies of yours…”

“Who d-do you t-think…??” I muttered a yelp of protest, but then her eyes were turned to me.

“Did I say you could speak, cunt?”

By god, she was towering! I was left speechless once she stood closer to me, seeing her rise so many inches above me, and now I felt that fear all over again, but with a new, irksome twist to it: it was danger! Real, wild danger, like we were both facing a tigress without morals or scruples. A dark, twisted aura formed around that b-… that demoness!… and we swore we could see the space being distorted around her!

Her presence! Her power! Fuck! Were her muscles rumbling, slowly stretching the fabric of her shirt, threatening to tear that shit up? We knew that, if she so chose, she could wreck us then and there, before all the students

and the teaching staff, and there would be no consequences. «By god!» I tried to gulp, but my throat was so completely dry! «Her arms! Are these really arms?! They are so inhumanly big!» She could kill us, yes, and no one would dare lift a finger against us. She could kill us in front cops and all they would do is pull down their pants and jerk off to her mighty, sexy body.

Fuck. What the hell was going on down my panties?! The dark stain, which was at first contained to my crotch, soon reached my knees. “I-I-I’m s-sorry!!” I felt my sight blurring and my eyes tearing up as I tried to at least keep a firm pose—to no avail. Legs, arms, breasts, heads, hips… all of my body was shaking like a bamboo stick to the wind.

The mighty Amazon moved closer to us, taking us by the waists and pulling us both to her. “You probably came here with a challenge in mind, didn’t you? Oh, I know you did. You entered this hall with such confidence, even anger, your strong footsteps being heard all the way over here.” There was a rhythmic grunting deep in her breasts, like a really deep, really low chuckle. “Come on.” She stepped away. “Tell me what you wanted to say. Show me those two furious warriors who took no crap from nobody.” Her lips… they twisted in a sort of cocky smile we hadn’t seen even in the mightiest of studs! “Show me what you’re made off, my white American prostitutes.”

We couldn’t. We. Just. Couldn’t! Veronica was literally crying before her, the tears flowing without a sound. As I tried to muster some strength within me, I realized my body straight out refused to obey. My muscles were frozen and my face was twisted in a pitiful, childish expression. The only movement I could make was to fall on my knees and ask for that goddess’s forgiveness.

She knew we couldn’t move, and seemed to revel greatly in that kind of effect she had on us. “Very well.” Her face quickly changed from pleasant to… deadly! “I command you.”

Then, and only then, did we dare talk to her, even lifting our fingers to her breasts: “I-I-I challenge you!” Still, our voices were cracking. “We challenge you to a fight!”

She smiled while we both covered our mouths, wondering what had just happened. “Heh!” She chuckled. “That’s usually my catchphrase, you see. Are you so out of your minds that you think you can steal from me without consequences?” She moved closer. “You beautiful cunts. It’s game!” Then she… raised her hands… took our palms and… shook them. “I see you this Friday, eight p.m., at my place.”

She turned her back to us, sat back on her table, and returned to study. Maybe a full minute had passed until we recovered our senses and tried to clear things up with her. “Err… you mean…”

She raised her hand, though, just like she did with Heloise, and waved us away: “I’m studying now. Please, leave me be.” Then, one look. Just one look at the corner of her eyes, and we were defeated! “I advise you not to fuck anybody until then. I really do.” She licked her lips. Fuck! We could hear her tongue slurping those huge, fat lips as she watered them! “You two are the only people here who can give me some challenge. I’m reserving an entire weekend for you.” She looked briefly to her side, seeing Heloise still there, gushing on a nearby table. “That French blondie is a fine lay, but she can’t last two hours before she’s screaming her lungs out and showering me with her pussy juice. Two hours and she’s passed out and dehydrated, gushing from her cunt and tits. I need no more than a night with her. You, though, I hope are a different case.” She bit her lower lip, turning away one final time. “I pray you do not disappoint me.”

We dared not to spend a second more in her presence. Both of us feared she might just break us if we did. What we did instead, then, was to turn around, leave the hall, and run to the nearest bathroom we could find.

“Heather! Veronica!” We found a few girls there—many of them old flames of ours. “What are you d-?”

“All of you… OUT!” We roared. “Out of here NOW!!”

They ran away with countless shrieks. They too dared not defy us. To them, we looked just like that African goddess—minus the threat of death, of course, of even overwhelming sexual aura.

We locked ourselves in the boxes and tore off our clothes. The sound of cloth being torn and shredded filled the bathroom. Soon, there were the rumbles of us laying our backs on the walls and the squishes of our fingers penetrating out cunts. I think neither of us have ever orgasmed so hard and so quick just with a finger penetration. Every inch of our cunts was ablaze, and the nectar that came pouring out of them was the stuff of legends. If there was any doubt we didn’t care what any staff would think of our behavior, our screams dispelled it: within seconds, the entire bathroom, along with the hall besides it, was shaking with our savage screams of pleasure and cries of ecstasy.

“GOD!!!” Our minds… a million pieces! “MY GOD!!!” Our pussies, a wet explosion! “Oh, god, oh, god, oh GOD!!”

I heard a body fall on the neighboring box, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for my fate to be the same: Veronica was cumming so hard that her legs had failed her, and she loudly dropped on the toilet, while gushing hot juices on the floor, sprinkling the walls and the door with her cunt. My friend was much less resilient to that witch’s power than I was: “h-h-how can she… h-how can it be…?!” In between every sentence, gushes and more gushes of girl cum. “FUCK!! How can she be so HOT?!”

My back slid down on the wall, my legs shaking so hard my knees were hitting one another. Tears left my eyes in abundance, and I asked myself how long could I resist that orgasm without passing out or going mad. «Release!!» My mind exploded. «I need some fucking release!»

I crammed four fingers as deep as I could in my cunt, and an ocean of cum came gushing out. My thumb ravished my clit while I squirted on my feet, holding on to the top of the boxers so I didn’t fall down. That was the supreme humiliation, the ultimate defeat: I, a mighty goddess, had to lean on the walls like an invalid so as to not succumb to my raging orgasm.

My friend wasn’t any better: peeking under the boxers, I saw her legs and hands on the floor. She was down, maybe kneeling until her forehead touched the ground, while fucking her pussy with both hands. Her splashes of nectar were loud and multiple. She was cumming tanks, and even she didn’t seem to understand the intensity of her own orgasms: “Veronica!! Veronica!!” She asked for help to someone just as helpless as her! “What the fuck is going on?! H-h-how… AAAAH!!!” A long sprout of cum was gushed out of her cunt, hard enough to take her voice out. “H-how… how do I make it stop?!!”

I didn’t know, and I wouldn’t waste my time trying to discover it. As wave after wave of orgasm overtook me, I learned instead to enjoy that ecstasy and prepare my body for the things that monstress would do to us—that giant African goddess with muscles of steel and the face of a black Aphrodite. “Just… OOH!!” After a lot of cumming and moaning, I let myself fall on the ground and, with my legs spread as wide as that boxer allowed, squirted my juices on the door ahead of me, sometimes with jets as high as four feet. “Take it! Take it all!!” My fingering intensified: instead of trying to tame that pussy, I would wreck it like a barbarian! “Don’t try to fight it! Attack it! We’re gonna need… OH, SHIT!!!” Loud splashes where heard. My juices were sprinkled all over my shirt and my face. Their warmth was somewhat refreshing. “We’re gonna need all the power we can muster… if we are to take that cunt down!”

“GOD!!!” We were left alone, two muscle goddesses in that bathroom, as no one who heard our cries would dare venture it. Minutes passed until our senses were fried by our relentless fingering, our pussies becoming desensitized by the numerous merciless blows on our cunts, our insides burning like engines, our wombs literally shaking and throbbing, trying not to fall out along with our bowels. That orgasm was shaking us in a visceral level!

Two puddles of squirt soon appeared from under our boxers, as well as our feet, thanks to us laying our backs on the ground, feeling the darkness overtake our eyes. We added flames to our orgasms as much as we could, but out cunts never appeared satisfied. We came and gushed and squirted until our legs were numb and stiff, yet still our bodies demanded more, our cunts almost eating our fingers out on their own.

With fire in my guts, I imagined that goddess undressing for me, her massive, impossible body slowly revealed, her muscles begging for a good licking! I exploded! My fingers briefly left my cunt as it gushed torrents of cum! I was in heaven! The juices were ricocheting on the door and splashing back on my own face. I was showering myself on my own nectar, and all I could do was beat my pussy even harder, wishing my fingers were only twice as long so I could reach my womb and stimulate my cervix!

“Fuck!! Fuck!!!” A wave of energy took over me. “FUUUUCK!!!” It could have been a few minutes, it probably was a couple of hours, but the end point was the same: we both were passed out, fuck drunk in the middle of the bathroom, abandoned while our cunts still squirted on their own from time to time, utterly and royally defeated by the African goddess before she even laid a single finger on us. «Jesus Christ! Jesus fucking Christ!»

If we thought that was pleasure, though… by god! Neither heaven nor hell would prepare us what that woman would do to us—*gulp!*—in the weekend to come!


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[NSFW/+18!] The African College Futa – Part 2

“Who the hell, really, does she think she is?” It was a question that became all-encompassing as the rumors, nay, the accounts of that daring student multiplied across campus. Veronica and I were especially interested in those rumors, as they pertained precisely to the world we were supposed to be queens of; in our unrivaled, unchallenged status quo, that African bitch had appeared to shatter its foundations—and this was driving us crazy!

It all started with a few students “disappearing” for a while: students who never missed a class started missing them, only to reappear days later in completely fucked up conditions and exhausted expressions. Some of the absences lasted for well over months, and at least two students were never heard of again after the African witch, as it appeared, started performing her magic on them.

Males and females, there seemed to be no discrimination on who she chose to attack. Every time we saw a pale face with tired eyes and bruises all over the body, we knew this was a student who had met with the African’s curse. “What happened, Jesse?” We approached one of our friends—a ripped, but much leaner fitness student. Her appearance was absolutely pitiful: since the last time we saw her, she seemed to have lost over thirty pounds, and her limbs were always trembling every time she moved and tried to recount the horrors she had seem.

It was the same story from every pair of lips who recounted it; the same terrifying, yet arousing tale: “we fucked. Me and Jamila.” Oh, so that was her name: Jamila! How well we would have come to know it, and how many times we would hear it, with an admiring tone, from so many other mouths—until it was our mouths who were uttering and screaming it in ecstasy. But back to our friend: “I d-don’t know if she noticed me checking her out. I m-mean, we all knew, right, that I was… fuck! She’s so attractive! I couldn’t help but not to spy on her, to follow her, to try and get a peek… of her awesome body. Damn!” She seemed to be struggling for breath at every couple of words. “She came to me. Out of nowhere, she walked up to me and asked if I wanted to fuck. I was completely shocked by her brashness, but her body, her muscles… fuck, I couldn’t say no to a woman like her, couldn’t I? It was an experience I sure would never miss.” She crossed her legs and squeezed them tightly, her thighs much less impressive and drier than they used to be. Her hands too were crossed above her crotch, as if she was trying to protect something. “Never again. There is a limit to everything, and that woman… that… monster!…” Her heart was pacing. We could hear it from afar! “She’s beyond anything anyone can ever imagine.” Then, her eyes turned to us: “be careful, you two. That monster will soon have you in her sights.”

This first testimonial was enough to peek our curiosity, but it was the following accounts that really got our souls raging. Not just their content, but their numbers: in a span of four months, the African queen appeared to have laid with over half the student body. Soon, we learned that even the staff wasn’t safe from her. Professor Johnson, the college’s preeminent Muay thai instructor, had the same bruised look as everyone else when we gathered enough courage to ask him “what happened?” The poor man’s body, as bad as it looked, wasn’t half as bruised as his ego, though: “I’ll tell you what happened: that freak of nature has destroyed me, that’s what!”

He wasn’t much help, of course. It was much harder getting those confessions from boys than it was from girls, as the crushed egos were so much more painful on the male souls. Still, with just a little inquiry, we soon discovered that it wasn’t just Mr. Johnson, but the entire Muay thai team of the school who had been laid and conquered by that savage African pussy—all in the same night. “What?!” We had to control ourselves so as not to scream aloud in the middle of the hallways. “Are you saying that she did them all… in the same night??”

Our friend Rebecca was just as shocked as we were—if not more, for she was the one who had to take care of the boys after the fact. “Not the same night; the same weekend. I saw firsthand their bruises and injuries, some of them with twisted joints and broken bones.” She came closer to us, lowering her voice, making sure no one else could hear the indelicate matter: “she spent the entire weekend laying the living fuck out of them.”

“B-but they’re…” Poor Veronica couldn’t stop gulping, clearing her throat, crossing her legs, and adjusting her tight skirt on her pelvis. “There are, what, twelve of them?”

“Sixteen.”

“Sixteen?!” I couldn’t believe it. No: I couldn’t accept it. “You’re saying that she fucked sixteen men in a single night?”

“Again, no, not a single night.” Her eyes glimmered with both loathing and passion: “a single session. They met on Friday. The first bodies arrived on the hospital on Monday.”

“Oh, my god!’ Veronica covered her mouth, standing on the tip of her toes. “Are they okay?”

“Two are in… fuck. I can’t believe I’m saying it.” She shook her head and sighed. “Two are under intensive care. Most of the others are fine, but they’ll take a week… weeks to recover. Only Mr. Johnson was discharged, and that’s because she’d left him for last.”

I gulped. “For last?”

“Yes. According to the boys, she said he was ‘by far the most appetizing lay of the night.’ She treated the other boys are mere entrees before the banquet. She said—and again, I don’t believe I’m saying that—that he’d be ‘the first man worthy of her cunt in this whitey country,’ and that she would ‘lay him like only African gods can.’” She gave us that same look: “you shouldn’t be thinking what you are thinking. You haven’t seen the X-rays. I have.” She shuttered. “Three of the guys had their pelvises crushed. Two of them has their femurs dislocated. One will not be able to walk sooner than a month, and five others are so malnourished we had to hook them on machines to inject nutrients back into their veins. They said that, once that monster locked her gaze on them, the minimum she’d last with them was three hours each. They said she fucked four, even five of them simultaneously. One told me she fucked him for eight hours unendingly until he passed out and woke up in the hospital bed.”

“You can’t be serious.”

She took a phone from her pocket and showed us images of the crime scene: “please, don’t tell anyone I showed you this. It’s actually forbidden to take pictures of our patients, but fuck me, what the hell was I supposed to do? Just listen to their stories without a lick a proof? I ain’t being this naïve. Here’s the result of her sex marathon.”

She swiped through the pictures with her thumb, showing us row after row of broken up bodies and beat up males. Though we expected to see something ugly, we didn’t know it would be that gruesome.

The bodies just kept getting worse and worse with each swipe, some of them barely looking alive. “Jesus Christ! Were they hit by a truck?”

“Well, even a truck wouldn’t be that bad.”

“Is she into some kinky shit? Seriously, look at this one: he’s completely twisted! From head to skin, his all purple and bloated, and his limbs all look twisted.”

“No ‘kinky shit,’ at least that I know of. It’s just her body and her prey.” She adjusted the glasses on her nose. “There is something peculiar about her, though. Something I think you would be very interested in knowing.”

We turned our hungry gazes to her, no longer concealing out raging curiosity. “What, what, what?”

“Here. Look at this.”

“Eww!” We immediately turned our faces away. The pictures were now of their gaping anuses and stretched-out pelvises. One of them had an asshole so widened it’s like someone had been fisting him all weekend long. “What the fuck has she done to them?”

“She fucked them.” Our girlfriend, though, felt the need to be more precise: “she penetrated them.”

“Penetrated them with what?” We were met with silence. “You told us she didn’t use anything but her body.”

“Yes. I have told you that.”

“Then how could she have left them in this state? Jesus Christ,” we kept seeing the images, “are all of them like this?”

“All of them. They won’t take a shit without great pain in under a few months, I tell ya.”

“Then how did she do it? There’s no way a woman can do that just with her pelvis! Did she use a strap-on, like I do with Veronica?”

“Heather, please.”

“Oh, come on, Vee-vee.” I took her hand. “Everyone knows I fuck ya lika a mustang.”

She smirked. “You fuck like a beast. I can’t help but to…” She fawned. “Take every inch and every ounce of your power.”

“You two done?”

“Please, tell us. Stop teasing us so: what did she use to leave these men so torn-up and wrecked? Fuck, this one has literally been torn up in the ass. Jesus! You had to stich the poor fuck back up! Did she fist him or what?”

She was trying hard not chuckle at us. “For two strong, independent women like you, you have a very strange lack of imagination.”

“So it’s not a strap on, is it?”

“No, Heather. I told you already: she used only her body.”

“So, her fists.”

“No.” She raised her eyebrows. “She’s into no such kinks. If anything, she’s rather conservative: most of these men were destroyed in simple missionary.”

“Then how…?”

We both shut up. The gears in our brains only then began to turn.

“Now you understand, don’t ya? Or do you want me to spell it all out to you?”

Our hearts began to race. Our legs, to weaken. “Is she… does she have…?”

She nodded. “She’s a hermaphrodite. A very perfect one, as far as they told me.”

“A hermaphro…”

“It means she’s got a cock, Veronica. A cock as well as one tight, massive cunt!”

“Oh, my!”

“What kind of cock?”

“The kind of cock that leaves asses in this state.” She showed me a particularly gruesome picture of an anus inches wider than my own fist. “I wish I had any pictures. Sadly, none of them had the chance to take one of her before she… uh, massacred them all.”

“Holy fuck.”

Something began to change in our friend: she was touching her neck and her hair more often, clearing her throat, crossing her legs, as if her inner turmoil was finally taking the best of her professional demeanor. Once her cheeks flushed and her face was filled with warm colors, we realized she was horny as fuck. “A perfect hermaphrodite, I mean… can you believe it? They told me she’s not just ‘a male,’ but a very endowed one. In fact, when talking about her genitalia, all the men seemed to go into a paralysis state, as if the horror (or the humiliation) was too great even after everything they told us.” She walked closed and confided: “they told me she’s an elephant. Like, really, really big. Bigger than any woman being, even as big as a horse.” The hallway rumbled with the combined echoes of our gulping. Our throats were as dry as the Sahara, but that didn’t prevent us from moving even closer and begging for more intel—which our friend was more than happy to provide: “I have no exact numbers, but one guy told us she was much bigger and thicker than his whole forearm…”

“Oh, come on. That is impossible!”

“Huh, I wasn’t finished, Heather: she’s bigger than his forearm… when she’s limp.”

The silence. One could hear our three hearts beating in unison. “W… h… a… t…?”

“I don’t believe it either.” Again, she showed us the pictures. “However, the X-rays don’t lie: they were penetrated by something much longer than twenty inches and thicker than five inches. Even if they were just exaggerating and the dick isn’t really so humongous, no doubt can be cast upon her strength.” She showed us more images of their internal organs, which seemed to be all messed up from their guts to their stomachs. “You know the ones on intensive care? They had to undergo surgery to reconstruct their guts. She torn them to shreds, real freaky shit. Honestly, they wouldn’t have had it this bad if they took a literal sledgehammer to their asses. She should be charged for attempted homicide, I tell you.” Still, our friend licked her lips. “What freak of nature possesses such a penis and such a power to leave sixteen men such an absolute and complete wreck? Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”

More than making us wonder, it made us obsessed. She wasn’t the only one with information about that prodigious student, we eventually learned, as the “survivors” of her plight multiplied with the passing of the days and the weeks. From all trembling lips in all exhilarated faces we heard the same ole story, piecing together the new nuggets of intel as they were presented to us: “the balls! The balls of that woman!” The terrified face of a once proud bodybuilder made us gulp and adjust the skirts in our pelvises. “I could hear the semen coursing inside those two giant things!”

His terror, his trembling, the fact that he’d been walking for days on crutches, we noticed it all, yet the fear didn’t halt our curiosity: “she’s got balls?!” By the way his head trembled as he nodded, we could see he was just as confused as we were.

“Yeah, s-she’s got balls, and she knows how to use them. I mean,” he rubbed his face, “they’re full. Always full! Just as she cums, she produces more semen. I never saw a woman… well, a creature cum as much as that monster did, and I’m into this thing!”

“How does she, well…” I was ashamed of asking such questions, but in face of that discovery, well, my pride be damned! “How does she compare to your other lovers?”

He would have laughed if he wasn’t so scared. “She doesn’t. There’s just no comparing a normal person to that… that…” He shuttered. “That abomination.” Then he looked at us. “I thought you two were tireless freaks in the bed…”

“Oh, thank you.”

“…but you’re not.”

“Oh.”

“You’re nothing compared to her. Not by a mile.”

I stepped forth. Now things were personal. “You couldn’t hold a candle to either of us! Each of us exhausted you on our own, let alone the two of us together.”

“I’m not saying, Heather, that you’re bad. No way. You two are the greatest women on Earth when it comes to sex. Like, you have no peer, no competition! I always thought I was quite a stud, but you two taught me what sex was really like—and for that, my sweethearts, you have my thanks.”

“So why do you…?”

He shut us both by raising his hand. “You have no peers among normal people, but that woman… that abomination!… I wouldn’t put her on your level, ever, for she doesn’t belong to us, you know, mere people, mere humans, but,” he gulped, “maybe demons. Or angels. Or gods.”

“Come on, now you’re pushing it.” But we both froze as he looked at us with such scary seriousness.

“The things she did to me… to us!…” He leaned down to his knees, resisting the urge to curl in a fetal position. “She’s not human. She cannot be.

She destroyed us, Heather, I mean it! I’m the only one, it appears, who survived to tell the tale.”

Indeed, it’s been weeks since we’d seen the rest of his gang: he and five other guys, always together, always loud and merry, picking up all the chicks who were into muscles and cocky personalities. Now, that poor man, once the king of all muscle heads, had been reduced to shrivel of his former, jock-y self: “ain’t no comparing. She’s not human. S-she’s…” For a moment, it was if he was staring at the heart of darkness. “She’s not human!”

“Why did you even get together? I thought you were too macho to ever play the pegged type.”

Silence. It was clear there was still too much for the poor, broken male to unpack. Slowly, a defeated smiled appeared on his face. “I was, wasn’t I? Well, I guess I thought so. I won’t deny I was ‘curious’ about her after hearing what she did to… well, everybody else. I was curious, yes, but that’s not what drove me to her. She fucked Marissa, you know?”

“Marissa? Ah.” We remembered: “your girl?”

“My ex, I guess. Doesn’t make a lotta difference. We weren’t that close, anyway, but damn!, she was still my lay, and that African slut fucked her under my nose! That couldn’t stand! I went after her to take, uh, satisfaction.”

Silence. If we leaned in any further, we would have laid on his body. “And?”

No immediate answer. Poor bastard still had a lot to chew. “The bitch challenged us. ‘I hear your guys are the biggest studs out here.’ She knew about us. She didn’t even blink before putting her finger on my pecs and saying: ‘I challenge you to a fight. Let’s see how long you last with me.”

“A fight?”

“I knew what she meant. Me and the boys thought ‘alright, fine, easy pussy.’ It would be a great way to get revenge and get laid.” Again, he curled up into himself, and his soul seemed to leave his body. “H-how long does she last? I-I’ve been hearing stories, you know…”

“Hey, honey, I think you’re getting distrac-”

He just kept speaking, though, like a machine on autopilot, his mind turned mere voicemail: “I’ve heard she can fuck for days. I don’t doubt it. With a penis like that…” His legs were spread out, maybe to give his crotch a bit of cool air. “We didn’t last long. Not as long as these stories go. In the end, we were weak. Not nearly the strong studs we always thought we were.” His hands went down to his crotch, gripping it as if to protect what little remained. “Each of us blanked out in under an hour. I was the last of her ‘crop,’ as well as the one who lasted the longest. She knew it, for just as she dropped Dario’s unconscious body on the pile of my other defeated dudes, she walked over me and said: ‘come. Try and dominate me. If you managed to cram your ant-sized cock on my asshole, I will forever be your sex slave.’ There was no other side to that challenge, you see. The arrogant fuck didn’t even feel like thinking about it: of course she was going to win!”

“Did you, like, got aggressive?”

“Of course we did!” For the first time, we finally got a peek of his former, stronger self: “I went after her like a fighter. I really wanted to punish that bitch, to pummel her with my fists, but every time I tried to push her into the ground, every time I tried to subdue her…” The words, along with his breath, appeared to have been eluding him. “She. Just. Shrugged it off! Like this, like I was nothing! I punched and kicked that bitch in the balls, yet she just laughed at me. At one point, she almost broke my arm, twisting it like this, really nasty, just to prove her point: that goddess…” He covered his mouth. His lips had blabbered something only his mind should know: “that bitch, even after five hours of fucking, could take me down with an arm under her back and not a drop of sweat in her whole body!”

“You mean… literally? Not a drop of sweat?”

Every time he raised his face to us, his expression was sunken deeper and deeper into existential despair. “Yes. I don’t believe she sweated after the whole ordeal. Not that I can know, anyway: I passed out after two hours of ‘fighting.’ She commented that I was ‘a very good man’ for lasting so long, and that ‘only’ eight other people in her life had lasted longer. Eight people, you see! I bet that whore remembers the names and faces of all of them. How many people does that bitch fuck? Anyway, doesn’t matter. All I care about now is Andre, Percy, all the gang. Haven’t heard about them in a while. She told me I was strong, and that I should be proud for lasting so long, but still my ass didn’t stop bleeding for three days, and only yesterday did I really begin to walk properly back again. If I was the strong one, Lord knows what happened to the ‘weakest.’ If all these rumors hold water, they might still be at the hospital as we speak.”

As we would later find out, yes, two of them were indeed at the hospital—one in grave condition. “She’s making quite a reputation for herself, you see.” Another friend told us: “word says the higher-ups are considering some ‘corrective measures.’ She’s starting to affect the performance of whole classes, not to mention the lives she’s putting on the line with her… oh!…” She adjusted the shirt on her massive, bouncing cleavage. “Performance!”

Veronica and I looked at each other and smiled. “You said you slept with her. How come you’re not, you know, dead or something? How come you’re still in one piece?”

The tall, gorgeous vixen crossed her legs. Her eyes were still full of passion as she looked at us, even though it’s been months since we last made love. “You know, Heather, Veronica, you’re still going to be the best lays of my life, and I really can’t thank you enough… oh!… for the things you taught me. The things you made me feel!”

I gave her palm a gentle squeeze. “Always a pleasure. Now, you can thank us by telling us everything.”

“Sure.” She blushed. “You were my best lovers. My best, uh, lesbian romances, if I can put it this way. Actually, you were better than any woman or man, but that’s a given, right? This woman, however… you see, I wouldn’t even classify her a ‘woman’ because… oh, honey, please, I hope you’re not offended, but this student,” she fawned, “she’s on a league of her own. She’s not, like, a normal person, and more like…”

“A goddess?”

Blushing even harder, she tried looking away. “How did you know?”

“You’re not the first person we talk to. Is she really that good?” We saw her nod in silence, almost in shame. “How come you’re still in one piece, then?”

“She’s not aggressive when she knows we’re not into that. I actually never met one of these ‘horror stories’ that are multiplying across campus. I mean, sure, I heard about them, even fingered myself by thinking about them, but I never met one of these people. She’s actually a hell of a lover. I think…” He fanned herself. “Fuck. I’m thinking I’m falling in love.”

Eyebrows were raised. “You’re not the one for falling in love like this.”

“I know, right? Call it addiction, then. I’ve been trying to get back into her dick, but the bitch’s busy, you see. Anyone who’s seen her or heard about her wants to at least spend an hour alone with her, and it seems that uncaring whore, uh, is more than happy to oblige.” He crossed her arms and looked away. “Fuck, can’t believe I’m jealous.”

She wasn’t the only one. “Compared to us, how is she?”

She pretended to not understand. “Compare to you? I mean, well, I told ya, right: there’s no point comparing.”

“Bullshit.” I slapped the table. “Tell us straight: is she really so much better than us?” We saw her shamefully nod. “How much?”

“Oh, Heather, come on…”

I stood up. My size was enough to cast a shadow over her entire being, but that was not the only thing intimidating her: my anger, by that point, was clear and transparent as the waters in the Caribbean. It was a matter of pride, and my pride was fucking shredded! “Quit bullshitting us: comparing that bitch to us, how much better is she? Twice as good? Three times?”

“There’s no saying that.”

“Oh, go fuck y-”

“No, Heather, you don’t get it: even if I were to put a number, there would be no point to it, for I don’t believe any number is that great. Two times, three times, fuck, ten times… none of this even comes close to describing her.”

I sat down, and Veronica cast me a hopeless look. “You mean…?”

“She’s infinitely superior. If I were to describe her, that’s the word I would use: infinity. She’s just… god! There’s no end to that woman’s might!”

“Even with us…?”

“Yes. Even with you being the best lovers I’ve ever had until I met her, and by a wide margin; even with you being two of the most spectacularly well-endowed ladies the world has ever seen, with muscles to put any man to shame and enough stamina to outlast a god… you’d still pale in comparison to that woman, who no ‘woman,’ but really a goddess. The goddess of sex, I’d say, like she’d fallen straight from black Olympus.”

Despite all those testimonies, as well as the constant trembling of our legs, we still refused to throw the towel. A crown, after all, is not so easily taken—or at least it shouldn’t be! “You’re not thinking straight. There’s no way anyone can be that good.”

She nodded, almost agreeing with us. “If by ‘anyone’ you  mean ‘human,’ well, I guess you have a point. She, however, is no human, but a literal…”

“Ah, fuck it. I’m through with this bullshit!”

I wasn’t. If anything, Veronica and I were now crawling all over the walls with fascination for that mythic woman-stud. Could anyone really be so godly at sex? And her genitalia? Could they really be so massive as everyone said they were, let alone so beautiful, so powerful? It pained us to admit, but that bitch was slowly infecting our minds—and our cunts. “I can’t stop thinking about her, Heather.” Veronica whispered while laying on me, our naked bodies sweaty and steamy after a three-hour course of fucking.

“Mm, me too. To be honest, I was kinda thinking about her when I was fucking you.” My fingers carefully travelled over her cheeks, pinching and fondling them, prepping them before I leaned for a kiss. “I imagined I was her. Fucking you.”

“You sure gave me cum like a goddess.” She kissed me back. “There’s no way she can be better than this. No fucking way! Must be some African drug she’s giving all these people, to make them hallucinate such crazy things.”

“Yeah, probably. There’s only one way to know, though.” We went on to fuck for five more hours before putting any more thought to the matter, however. The very next day, another discovery slapped us in the face: not only was she a sex freak, it appeared she was as good in the classroom as she was in the bed—and by that, I mean: she was really freaking smart!

The revelation fell on us like a bomb as a copy of her grades seemed to have been leaked from the university’s directory. It quickly made rounds amongst all the students, who were just as baffled as we were: “I mean, is there anything that whore can’t do?!” I stared in disbelief at her grades on my phone: all an endless stream of A-pluses and perfect 100s. “Holy shit! A four-point GPA score? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Veronica took the phone out of my hand, clearly hoping to laugh at what could only be a gross exaggeration: “alright! I’m not gonna fall for… shit!!” Her eyes met the numbers. Her jaw dropped on the spot. “Is this legit?” Her thumbs scrolled through the pages madly, her nostrils puffing like they wanted to release some steam. “No, no, it can’t be! How can this bitch ace tests that even I found impossible to finish?! Fuck! Some of these tests couldn’t even be aced in theory!”

“There’s no such a thing as tests that can’t be aced, you dum-dum.”

“But look at it! Holy fucking shit, she literally aced everything!” Then, a maniacal laughter burst from her lips. She looked thinner and sicklier in a matter of seconds, and her eyes were crazed, frenzied, like her mind was just a hair trim away from slipping. “I whoop my ass off studying, with barely enough time for food or sleep, and here this cunt comes alone and performs better than even an Albert Einstein would!”

“Mm, Einstein was kinda of a bad student? She’s, like, Jimmy Neutron levels of smart.” I took my phone back. “Really cartoonish.”

Veronica was pulling her hair off. Unlike me, who never cared too much about grades, she wanted a career in a corporate environment where grades like those were mightily important. If only she could make money out of her killing physique, or modelling! Not that there were no offers, but that is beyond the point: it pained me to see my friend, who spent so long studying to only get by, get her (muscular and hard) ass handed to her by a foreigner who shouldn’t even be able to speak proper English, let alone ace tests that even the smartest and fawniest of nerds ever could. Should her performance continue like that, in a single year she’d probably become the most accomplished student in the nation, if not the world. “Only those Harvard freaks can be smarter than her—and even then I have my doubts. Like, these grades…”

“They’re not real!” She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me along.

“Wait, let go of me! Fuck, you maniac. What’s going on with you?”

“We have to see it! We have to confirm that those grades are really true!”

“Are you crazy? Do you forget that these were stolen from the archives? If we appear at the student’s bureau, we’re going to…”

Then I shut and gulped once she turned to me those eyes oozing with blood and hatred: “I don’t give a flying FUCK!!” Her scream echoed in the corridor, and many heads turned to pry on us. “I’ll have to see this with my own eyes!”

I wish she didn’t. Usually pure and submissive, Veronica became a lioness of hatred, a goddess of vengeance once the committee confirmed her worst fears: “you know, it’s illegal what you’ve just done.”

“We were not the ones who stole these papers. We’re just here to confirm if they really are true!”

“You know I can’t say anything about this, right? This is private information.”

“Private information is my CUNT!” The entire office froze. Heads were turned, ears were spiked. God, I wish I could flush myself out of the room, like a silly cartoon character, but the gravity of her actions seemed to completely elude my friend’s senses: “just tell me if these are real or not! I don’t care if I get suspended!”

“This is not about you, you know, Veronica.”

To my shock… were those tears? Tears on Veronica’s eyes. “Hey, Ron-ron.” I touched her triceps and gave them a gentle squeeze. Her body shuttered, her muscles making her clothes stretch and writhe.

“I work so damn hard! How come this foreign bitch can just waltz in, without a care in the world, and conquer everything I was short of trading my soul off to have? Not only grades, but all the boyfriends and girlfriends too! I…” At this point, she lost his: she covered her face and cried, her mighty body standing in stark contrast with her frailty. Giving her a tight embrace, I made both our muscles rumble. It would be comical, you know, those two giants squeezing each other, almost making the fabric of their shirt rupture, but it was pretty agonizing—at least to me. Veronica had always had a bit of an “edge” to her personality, and it was maddening to see it finally manifesting the darkest she’d been harboring in her soul for so damn long.

My eyes were already apologizing to the counselor before my lips did it: “I’m sorry, Emma. We had other things going on, you see.”

“It’s fine.” She looked to her sides, trying not to get anymore unwanted attention as she pushed us out of the room. “Normally, I’d have your asses suspended, but… well, they’re lovely asses.” She fumbled my hard, prominent buttocks, and we both gave each other naughty smiles as we stood in a short and empty corridor. “I still remember what you did to my pussy. Fuck!” Her eyes rolled. “After that fucking, trust me, you get a free pass anytime you want.”

“You’re looking even better now than last time, Emmy.” I touched her waist. It was thin and toned, quite an Instagram-perfect shape for a forty-year-old woman with three kids. “Looking good, feeling even better.” I winked. “What you been doing, girl?”

I hugged Veronica tighter as Emma crossed her legs and blushed before us. “What you told me to: I’m hitting the gym at least thrice a week now. Gotta confess,” she flexed one biceps, and the sleeve of her shirt was tested by the swelling of her gun, “it feels fucking awesome to get in shape.”

“You’re a warrior! I’ve got to admit,” my hands did most of the talking, though, fondling her sides and her hips, squeezing her firm buttocks and counting the muscles in her abs, “damn. You’re so fuckable.” Her eyes gleamed. Soon, they were raptured by mine: “damn, girl. I’d do you like a beast, right here, right now, in the snap of a finger, if you wanted to.”

Her thumbs and index fingers trembled, really tempted to test my words. “Fuck.” She swooned. “If only men had half your audacity, Heather.”

“They’re probably be jailed for rape, let’s be honest.”

She laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. But you’re…” She touched my belly, feeling my insane hardness and size under my ever-tight uniform. “Damn. You’re impossible to say ‘no’ to.”

I stepped forward. Indeed, there was no beautiful woman (or man) to whom I too would say ‘no’ to if they gave me even the slightest opening. I would take her fat fucking lips and ram my tongue all the way down to her throat, if she let me, but sadly she placed her hands on my belly, almost touching my breasts as she stopped me on my tracks. “No. Another day, please, another time. I’ve got so much to do.”

“Let’s do it. Now.” I fondled her cheeks. “You only have me to do!”

To my surprise, however… “Don’t be too cocky now. You’re not the only lesbian womanizers in town anymore.”

We both shuttered upon hearing those words, and now it was my turn to feel a little of the pain and the wrath that shook Veronica to her core. “What do you mean by that?”

“I think you know what I mean.” She turned around and walked back very slowly to her room, teasing us with a constant jiggle of her butt. “You know, you might have bodies of steel, but sometimes a lady needs more than tongue and fingers. I quite don’t care a lot about the great grades of that foreigner, you see, but her great… endowment…” She swooned. “Hot damn! No wonder you feel so outclassed, girls.” She winked and gave us a kiss. “That’s life, though! Some people just have everything! What can you do, right?”

And there she went, leaving us both frozen, FRAIL, and fuming. “Veronica.” My voice barely left me, heavy and wrathful as it was.

“You thinking the same as me, Heather?”

“Yes.” I punched my fists and cracked my knuckles. “Let’s end that fucking bitch!”

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

“Who the fuck is that girl?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is she redhead?”

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

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

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

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

“Yep. She is.”

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

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

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

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

“Gee, Bianca, get a grip.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think you hurt him, Heather.”

“Grrr!! Fuck him!” After two hours of exercises, I finally felt the sweat f

orming on my forehead. “That arrogant fuck! It’s nice putting a petty male like him on his place.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[NSFW/+18!] Battle of the Amazons 3: Eating out a Goddess

Diane should have been stronger than that. The princess of the Amazons had grown to outrageous eleven feet and six inches of height and added about a thousand pounds of muscle to her curvy, sexy body, yet now she was on the ground, cracking the floor and crushing the stone as she squirmed and panted under the tongue of her much smaller, but much abler master.

She had never felt (or even imagined she would ever feel) such power in a woman so much smaller than herself. For all her femininity, Diane always really had a manly manner to her: in her mind, size was power, and the bigger partner was always the leader in the battle of the bedsheets. Always. That’s how she fucked Amazons and led them to bone-shattering, mind-numbing orgasms, but now she was the one moaning, screaming, and crying under the superior technique of her master.

The Head Instructress, after all, was many decades older than her. Though technically immortal, the Amazons still physically age until they reach the appearance of a fifty-to-seventy-year-old lady. No one ever bothered to track the ages of anybody (or even their own!) so their declared “age” was mostly based on their physical appearance—though even that, in the case of the Head Instructress, was difficult to do.

The woman who was eating Diane out had a legendary status amongst the Amazons, meaning that her age might have as well have been into the thousands of years, but her appearance was undefinable; theoretically, Amazons so old must have resembled a fifty, even a sixty-year old vixen, but the Instructress seemed, even under the least generous of assertions, no older than thirty-five. She was one of those mature women who exuded so much health that they seemed much firmer, harder, more appetizing to both the eye and the touch than any eighteen-year-old would ever be.

Diane felt all this superior quality of her genes as the Head Instructress ate her pussy like a champ. The eight-feet-tall, 600-pound muscle Amazon had a 22-inch tongue as thick as five horse dicks—all of them penetrating the princess at once! Diane was being electrocuted by the explosions of pleasure from her cunt; she literally felt her muscles contracting and her organs moving around her waist, tortured under the almost-magical touch of that strong girl.

Still, the princess didn’t cum. Well, technically she was cumming, but she was not yet unleashing messy loads of cum on the Instructress’s face. Like a very rugged Alpha male, Diane equated squirting to inferiority: the woman who squirted at the touch of another partner was clearly the inferior half of the equation. Accustomed to winning and dominating anyone and everyone from a very early age, Diane was not prone to lose control so quickly—but to her unimaginable terror, the Instructress was not only blasting through her defenses, but also doing so with godly ease and speed, literally torturing her with as many orgasms in under three minutes than a thousand studs could give a woman in a lifetime of bed-breaking action.

Not that things were are as easy as they looked, of course. «Damn, Diane!» The Instructress thought at every second: «you’re every bit a demigoddess as your reputation says!» The matriarch’s tongue blasted the princess’s insides, contorting in such a way that no five points of her cunt were untouched at any given time. Not only that, but she knew a woman’s inside like an engineer and his labyrinth, and every single erogenous spot, every pleasure point, every orgasmic rift, and every ecstatic fold inside her that could be touched, ravished, and stimulated was touched, ravished, and stimulated. As she closed her eyes, the princess imagined a whole battalion of warrior eating her pussy out. All of these warriors were no more than the Instructress’s tongue, which seemed to grow and multiply inside her insanely-lubricated passage.

The princess raised her head, only to throw it back on the floor. *Baang!!* Cracks grew on the stop. She raised her head again and banged it once more time. *Boom!!* Then gain, and again, and then again and again and again, digging a hole under her back and cracking the temple all the way to the walls, the columns, and the ceiling.

The mighty Amazon was bulldozing the massive temple with her body. It wasn’t a surprise, seeing how powerful and virile her physique had become. After that outrageous muscle transformation, Diane had added enough muscles to tear that entire ground in half with a punch, if she so wanted to. The Instructress had to control herself so that she didn’t cum madly while touching Diane’s powerful musculature. She loved the fresh, nubile bodies of her apprentices, but even for her, after thousands of years-worth of beautiful ladies and fertile wombs, that princess was just… too much!

«Hot! So fucking hot!!» She used her arousal to power her tongue, striking nine different erogenous spots in the Amazon at once and literally drinking the juices that piled up inside her. The princess was holding up so many squirts she was flirting with inflammation. «What will I have to do to make you fucking explode?!»

The Instructress didn’t have the same problem: her right hand was firmly planted on her own pussy, fingering it like a machine. Her fingers moved and vibrated hundreds, if not thousands of times per second, drilling so much lube from her inwards that the splashes were clear and loud anywhere in the temple.

Her squirt exploded like jets, sometimes as hard and precise as laser threads, many dozens of feet away from her body; sometimes, the explosions were messy and into every direction, making nectar rain over both women, with Diane trembling under their scorching droplets.

“See, Diane?” The Instructress could even speak while eating her! “It’s so good!” She moaned, and the gravity of her moans only made Diane more aroused. “Unloading your nectar feels so good… oooh!!… I can’t even begin to describe it!” The way she looked up to the princess while basking in her cunt was the most erotic image ever. “Cum rivers on me! I know you have gallons inside that massive body of yours! Ooh, baby girl!” She stuck her tongue as deep as she could, curling its tip around Diane’s cervix and striking three different erogenous spots.

Diane screamed. Her fists gripped the ground and turned it to dust, forcing the princess to grab new fistfuls of the floor to keep her balance, digging two deeper holes as time went on. Both their muscular bodies were standing on uneven soil, as the floor had been cracked so much it was like they were laying on a carpet-bombed battlefield. The Instructress saw how the mere weight of Diane’s muscles made the ground crack, tearing the stone into pebbles, and she fondled the girl’s massive buttocks to feel just how much power she carried in them. «With muscles like these, you could split a horse in two if you fucked it!» She had filthy thoughts, imagining how glorious Diane would be with a dick and two massive, low-hanging fruits.

Diane cried out as she still persisted, against all odds, to hold back her squirts. The tongue was furiously working her insides. Despite all resistance, Diane couldn’t prevent her cunt from leaking, and the amount of lubes was already so extreme that the tongue made splashy sounds inside of her. Soon, the Instructress had to place all her mouth in that cunt so that not a single drop of those juices escaped it.

Then, when she was all set, she sucked it. Diane roared and the temple quaked. Her muscles seemed to be exploding, ripples coursing though her like the surface of a lake under an earthquake, and then she was jolting madly, crashing her back against the floor and sending pieces flying all around.

If one looked at her cunt, one would think she was already squirting. It was merely an illusion: the Instructress was both sucking her and eating her out so hard that the juices inevitably splashed on her face, sometimes being squirted in tiny threads around her face, with a waterfall of nectar forming under her bust.

Diane’s “ejaculation” looked like someone was slowly pouring a very big jug of creamy nectar out of her cunt and into the ground. The crater around the women was being filled with those juices, like rivers reclaiming the folds and crevices of a canyon. Diane felt mad, then she felt like dying. The pleasure and burning of her hips was so intense she felt orgasms straight in her organs. Her guts twirled around like snakes, and her belly throbbed just like one giant heart.

Just when she though the Instructress had shown her her entire arsenal of sexuality, Diane was floored by the lioness’s sudden and masterful tongue swelling and twitching, gently piercing the cervix while striking multiple orgasms at the edges of its folds—all while the rest of the tongue both twitched and throbbed around fifteen or more erogenous zones in the pussy simultaneously.

The tongue seemed to move at supersonic speeds while also giving the princess all the focus and attention of a very slow, tender lovemaking; she had over twenty different spots burning inside of her at any given time, and the precision of the Instructress was such that even if one worshiped a single spot with all the attention and care in the world, one would still far behind the mastery with which the Instructress pressed each and every one of those twenty-plus spots at once.

She wasn’t an Amazon; she was a fucking animal! “Zeus!!” Diane bit her tongue. At points, the pleasure felt like she was being stomped in the stomach by elephants. “Fucking…!! Zeus!! Hades!! OOOH!!” Her screams alone made the temple rumble, and her shaking on the ground added to those earthquakes, prompting parts of the ceiling to fall and further ruin the floor.

“Stop resisting, Diane.” The Instructress pulled off her tongue, then stuck it all back in. *Boom!!* Judging by her wide eyes and quivering smile, Diane was experiencing a reality-bending orgasm. Her expression was like someone who was finally seeing the gods; an orgasm far too incomprehensible for even someone of her godly lineage to grasp, and one that would easily kill hundreds of thousands of mortals if they felt it.

“Do you think that’s even my hardest? Do you think…” The instructress thrust in her three more times, “this is even a labor to me? Fucking arrogant bitch!” She hardened her tongue, making it round like a tube and stiff as iron. Her girth increased around the princess’s tight cunt, like a whole fist penetrating her. Diane felt the tremendous stretching of her flesh followed by rippling noises all over the temple, and for a second she though she had lost it as an outburst of nectar fell heavily on the ground.

It wasn’t yet her squirting, however; just a dense, massive waterfall of juices continuously pouring from her cunt. “Stop holding it, Diane!” The Instructress loudly gulped her copious juices. Her belly was throbbing with over two gallons of pussy juice—and that was still nothing for the inhuman female! “Do you want me to really hurt you? Okay!” The Instructress wrapped her arms around the girl’s massive thighs, preparing for a brutal action. “This is how I really fuck a dumb cunt like yours!” She pulled her tongue out. Every inch of it dripped with pussy potion, and still the little cunt refused to squirt! Diane actually took the time to raise her head and look up to the Instructress in defiance, almost laughing at her expense.

Poor girl! She didn’t know what terrible fate awaited her. “Have you ever wondered, Diane, what it feels to be pounded by a breeding bull?” A stretching sound followed the insane hardening of the tongue, whose tip teased the divine cunt just a little. “It’s about a hundred times weaker… than this!!

The Instructress thrust her tongue inside Diane. All of it. Before the first flash of orgasm could even reach the princess’s brain, however, the Instructress pulled the tongue out and thrust it all back in again, several times in a single second. When the orgasms hit, they did so like a flood: Diane literally passed out before the scream left her throat, and her body remained squirming and twitching on the ground as the Instructress pummeled into her like a herd of a thousand horny stallions.

The juices that had been pent-up by the woman’s defiant pussy will were all released. All of them. All at once! The Instructress made a good call in holding on to the woman’s thighs, for the explosion of nectar in her face was so extreme that she (and her six hundred pounds of muscle mass) would have been blasted away to the other side of the island, with her face nearly peeled off by the potent firehoses.

The temple trembled and its cracks grew as the juice exploded from the cunt. The Instructress felt that smoke was coming from the princess’s skin. The acolyte’s hips began to rise, the muscles of her legs moving them up all by themselves. The princess’s tongue sprang out of her mouth, and her face was colored by pure elation. Her body moved further and further up while the hoses of her cunt only grew stronger, and the Instructress had get up herself so as to keep her aim on the dominant pussy.

No matter how powerfully that bitch came or how hard those juices burned the Instructress’s face; the matriarch would win that battle! After the initial shock, the Instructress hardened her tongue again and pummeled away into the princess’s vagina. If the first flurry of thrusts had made her pass out, the second one waked her back up immediately. “GODS!!” Her scream was torturous, like she couldn’t even hold the insides of her body together. “GODS!! OOH, GAAAWDS!!!

More pieces of the ceiling fell as the Instructress pounded that cunt so hard that the juices exploded into all the columns around them. The thousand-pound body of the princess was pushed back into the ground, like a petite woman being savagely pounded by a breeding bull. Every time the tongue bottomed on her, there was a large explosion. The gardens around the temple were shaking with all that power, and soon the Instructress found her own knees cracking the floor as she firmed them against the stone better, tremendous amounts of energy coursing through her veins and inflating her muscles.

«Fuck!!» Her head was a blur in the air, plunging the tongue in the cunt and blasting through her cervix. The violence would have paralyzed a less

er Amazon, but Diane only experienced blissful orgasms every time she was unrepentantly violated. Her eyes were wide open and her face was in bliss. «No one… has ever pierced… my cervix before!!»

The tongue protruded in her womb, causing a wreckage of orgasms in its wake. Even with its faster-than-light movements, the Instructress had kept her masterful touch, making it twirl and strike precise erogenous spots with its tip whenever the tongue bottomed the princess. As the electric signals travelled to the princess’s brain, they were ramped by these additional (and faster) bursts of electricity, and when they finally reached the central nerves, oh…! The Gods of Olympus themselves couldn’t have made Diane come any harder or louder.

“FUUUCK…!!!” Massive boulders fell around the goddesses. A few large stones crashed on the princess’s abs and the Instructress’s back. Despite the danger, the two women were too fuck-drunk to stop it now—the Instructress would go all-out on Diane’s pussy, and when she was finally done, there would be no temple!

“Arrogant…!! Cocky…!! Princess…!!” For every word, a flurry of tongue-thrusts extracted gallons and more gallons of juices from the giantess. With a long scream and a tsunami of pleasure, Diane’s body stiffened and her legs left the ground. She was like a straight plank of meat, with her head on the floor and her cunt on the Instructress’s mouth, raised diagonally on the ground, shivering and trembling as her cunt throbbed like a heart, gallon after gallon exploding a geyser.

“NO…!!” Her scream was painful and short-lived. Only tears and the rumbling of her stiff body were proof that she was still alive. The ground caved beneath her, and both goddesses sank under the weight of their own power. The Instructress was basking on her lover’s womb, striking orgasms directly at its walls, adding to the gallons of juice that were already blasting from her cunt.

Diane both felt and sounded like she was dying—and maybe she was. She was passing out and waking up so many times, so fast that the shocks were threatening to rupture her body from inside out. Her muscles, which were already impressive, grew harder and denser; her body mass jumped to 1,100 pounds, then 1,200, then 1,300, with the Instructress carrying the brunt of that insane weight.

“Little hoe!” She roared, pounding the cunt even more vigorously. “Do you think you can beat me? Grow!!” She took one hand off Diane’s left tight and laid it on her own back. “Grow harder and heavier, you goddamn giantess! Look!” She took the other hand. “I can fuck you with my tongue alone!”

The jets were almost peeling her face off as the giantess crossed her arms under her back and fucked that cunt away with total abandon. Her tongue was already suffering from cramps thanks to its excessive action—and anyone who’d ever suffered from cramps in the freaking tongue knows that this feeling is far from easily forgotten. Still, the Instructress held her ground, muffing the pain with her own, rock-shattering orgasms.

The two giantesses fell into a deeper, messier crater as the temple’s ceiling cracked in the middle. In an instant, thousands of tons of stone were falling on the bodies of those giantesses, and Diane could only watch the temple fall as her body was too stiff, too ridden with orgasms to even attempt the slightest reaction. A fucking great irony, that was: she was bigger and more powerful than any woman (or living creature) on Earth, yet she was defenseless as a lamb on a lion’s mouth—or rather, the mouth of her fucking mistress! Diane couldn’t even shut her eyes, from which copious tears flowed down like rivers.

Veins popped in her nose, which quickly bled out. What she didn’t have in strength, however, the Instructress had in spades: as the ceiling fell on their heads, the warrior woman simply raised her arms up and prepared for two mighty punches. She struck each falling stone at the precise right time, creating a shockwave of power so intense that the clouds above the temple moved away! An explosion shook the entire island, and Amazons from nearby islands could see dozens of massive blocks of stone flying in the sky at crazy-high speeds, some going beyond the horizon, creating tsunamis at very distant places.

The seemingly effortless punches added energy to Diane’s orgasms, and at that point the princess was openly, desperately crying in pain. “Pleeeeease!!!” Her whiny pitch contrasted so much from her awesome body! “Stooop!!!” Her head went up and down at high speeds as her pussy was brutally pounded. Even if Diane were fucked by literal horses for hours on end, her cunt wouldn’t have been savaged nearly as greatly as the Instructress was savaging her in a single second. “M-maaaaster, pleeeease!!” Her scream was pure agony. “Stop!!”

And just like that, without the need of a single word more, the Instructress bottomed on her one last time, reaching the very end of Diane’s womb—and actually pushing it a few inches higher! Then, she retrieved all her tongue in one swell swoop, and the explosion of juices managed to surpass even all thoe that came before.

The hole around the women grew until it covered the entire area of the temple. It was many feet deep, and it was being quickly flooded by Diane’s desperate ejaculation. Laughing her ass off, the Instructress stood on her feet and took the brunt of those jets in her body, bathing herself completely on the princess’s nectar ejections. “Yes, baby! Bathe your strong momma just like that!” She playfully and cheerfully ran her hands all over her muscles, playing with her own hair and scratching her own head, using the fluids like shampoo.

Diane screamed and screamed and screamed. Not even being relieved from that tongue was enough to halt her raging fire, however. If anything, it’d made it grown only hotter, like throwing water on burning oil: *booom!!* She pushed her arms on the ground, but that gave her no more balance as the stone kept unraveling into dust. She felt as if under a torrential summer rain, but those were her liquids splashing on her master’s body. “FUUUCK…!!” She attempted to scream, but her eyes nearly popped out of her skull.

Seeing her in such delightful agony, the Instructress couldn’t help but to admire her powerful, massive buttocks—two boulders of pure power inviting the touch. She knew she should take easy on her girls, but she also remembered that that particular “girl” was the most arrogant little sh#t she had ever met, and a good humbling would suit her well. Therefore, smiling like the fires of Hades, she parted those buttocks with her mighty arms and crammed three fingers in Diane’s tight anus.

Another avalanche of orgasms started, now prompted by the Instructress’s masterfully pressing of the right spots in her apprentice’s ass. The poor girl jumped on the ground like there were rockets in her butt, and the harder she jumped, the bigger the destruction became around them. The Instructress didn’t give a damn: cramming her fingers even deeper, she played with six or seven erogenous spots simultaneously, all the time.

The pussy gushed relentlessly, attracting her gaze to that sweet, moist opening. «No.» Even her mind seemed to tell her to go easy, but that kid’s arrogance really undid any compassion she could have felt for her. With her right hand, the Instructress added her fingers to the gushing, burning pussy, playing with it just as hard as she was the anus.

Diane died again as the double stimulation filled her body with fire. Her massive tits, which sprayed milk like mad bombs, exploded with true geysers of motherly milk while every single muscle of her body hardened and cramped. Her cunt jets destroyed whatever stone they hit, and pillars of steam rose from both her pussy and the Instructress’s arm as she finger-banged the poor princess.

The double stimulation made her every single organ twirl, swell, and (almost) pop. The Instructress was just now having fun, and she felt like the conqueror of the world by subduing that much bigger, but inexperienced youth. Laughing like the devil, she took her fingers off the princess and grabbed her massive legs. «Damn!» She was reminded every time of just how massive the apprentice was! «Legs as big as my waist! Fucking hoe!!» Hardening her abs and flexing her entire body, she pulled the whole princess up. “YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!”

She lifted Diane off the ground and flipped her over her head, slamming her face-down on the ground and literally cracking the entire island in half! A massive canyon parted the island, and the newly-formed halves began to move apart as the two women still relentlessly fucked.

Diane’s orgasmic jets were reaching dozens of feet of height. The waves crashed against the walls of the canyon they fucked in as the Instructress put her head in harm’s way and bathed on the princess’s blasts. The nectar was absolute power. The taste was unlike any other pussy she’d ever drunk from. Still, she was thirsty; her true power had only begun to reveal itself, and she was having the time of her life torturing that cunt and anus with her supersonic fingers.

Slowly, the hardening and growth of her own muscles had turned the Instructress into an 8’5ft-tall, 750-pound monster—still smaller than the princess, but big enough so that her stature alone commanded respect (and fear!) on her heart.

The instructress battered that cunt and massacred that anus for as long as the island took it. Like the temple before it, the canyon too was cracked, then pulverized by the blows of those two bodies, and the Instructress had to pound the princess away, dragging her inch after inch on the sinking ground as more parts of the canyon unraveled under her feet.

“You fucking, filthy, lowly whore!!” The Instructress derived so much pleasure from annihilating that pussy. “How does it feel to be conquered by a common Amazon, huh? What’s the feeling of being reduced to a fucking piece of meat by just the fingers of a smaller woman??” The Instructress withdrew her fingers from Diane’s anus and literally punched her right in the boobs, making them spew fatter loads of milk miles into the air! “I want you to suffer, you fucking cunt!! I want you to cum like you’re never gonna cum again… you weak, pathetic filthy slut! Ya cheap demigoddess toy to my fingers!!”

Diane was unresponsive. Her hard, stiff body vibrated like a pierce of metal, yet her face was calm and asleep. She was so passed out even the violent reactions of her body no longer disturbed her state of mind. Seeing her in this state, the Instructress really thought she killed the poor woman, and the fear of the consequences of such act—not even the act itself—prompted her to take her fingers from both holes and just watch the poor woman cum her soul away!

Diane came. And came. And came!! By the gods, she kept coming like several hoses for twenty more minutes until her body (almost) dried up and softened—yet still kept coming! Another ten minutes were necessary for the princess of Amazons to stop unloading like thousands of wild stallion mid-coitus, and when the was finally done—when every bit and drop of sweet, creamy nectar from her cunt-n-womb had been expunged, exhausted, and expelled!—her body was left squirming on a massive lake of her own cum and milk.

The Instructress walked back to her, with her feet waddling in the lake. She sat with her legs crossed on the ground and admired the youth. Muscles atop muscles turned her light-bronze-skinned physique into the epitome of power. Diane was literally as massive as ten bodybuilders, but her towering height allowed her to still maintain a curvy, hourglass profile. She was monster of muscles, yet also a paragon of fertility; the beauty of Aphrodite and the power of Zeus all rolled up into a single body—and the Instructress was excused for not resisting to touch her and worship her every fold and crevice.

Once her palms met the obscene abs of her goddess, Diane screamed and roared. Gallons of lubes burst from her cunt as her orgasms appeared to have been reignited in full, prompting the Instructress to pull her hand back and just laugh. “This, my little girl, is what we call a good fuck!” She laid down lazily on her back, waiting for those shockwaves of pleasure to stop torturing her apprentice. “You never truly had sex until now. No need to thank me, by the way.” She looked at her, fighting the urge to French kiss the sleeping beauty. “You’re a virgin no more.”

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Battle of the Amazons series

[NSFW/+18!] Battle of the Amazons 2: The Princess Stud

The princess of the Amazons stepped up on the altar, cracking the steps of stone with her feet. Her muscular legs swelled and bloated as she moved, and her whole body made a sinuous dance that got the Head Instructress completely dazed and hypnotized! The mighty Amazon couldn’t believe her own eyes! The arrogant princess was only eighteen years old, yet she already carried herself with a confidence to rival the Queen of the Amazons herself!

Of course, when one had such a body, confidence came in quite naturally. The Head Instructress admired the princess and her armor of iron-hard muscles; her body crafted to perfection to impress and arouse—as well as crush the bones and tear the limbs of her enemies in the heat of the battle. Diane was a mighty muscle mare, standing at 7’5-feet and straining whatever surface she stood on with her 500-pound weight—almost all of it pure muscles.

The Head Instructress, who had forged her own body through intense daily exercises, had grown bigger and taller than the princess, but even her massive muscle transformation could still only barely rival the Amazon heir: she stood now at 7’6ft-tall (one hair taller than the princess) and 550 pounds. Princess Diane, in her natural form, was already almost as big as that thick, mighty woman after an earth-shattering transformation. «Did I take it too easy?» The Instructress asked herself, insecurity taking hold of her mind.

She looked around the temple and realized that, no, she couldn’t have grown any bigger than that. Her transformation had cracked the temple in the middle and all but ruined the altar they were standing on, with the stone bed between her and the princess cracked and caved in the middle. Her muscles still burned with the after-shocks of her transformation, and her whole body emitted a sensuous coat of steam. She had gone as far as she could without straining herself—yet her farthest was still the princess’s average. She gulped and quivered, imagining what such a powerful child could do to her.

Diane was the daughter of Zeus. She was fated to take the throne of Themyscira and lead the Amazons into a new, glorious era. Her body betrayed her divine origins; her muscles gave anyone a glimpse of the tremendous power that she carried within.

For a long time, Diane didn’t even bother wrestling with the other girls. Even the biggest, sturdiest of them were kicked and flipped on the arena like ragdolls, with the arrogant child even yawning at her trainers as she used very simple, amateur blows to deal with her opponents quickly and effortlessly.

The mightiest warriors left the arena trampled and humiliated, thrown around like pieces of flesh by a girl half their age. Only the Head Instructress was left to fight with her on (mostly) equal terms, and the memory of their sweaty bodies thrusting, pressing, squashing each other on the dusty arena, throwing sand and water and sweat everywhere, still brought the Instructress many wet dreams in the solitude of her chamber.

Now that she saw Diane standing before her, so tall and muscular, she wondered whether the cocky bastard was taking easy on her. She wouldn’t have to wait long until the truth was revealed: Diane spread her legs and assumed a fighting stance on the altar, cracking the stone when her feet landed on the ground.

Loud cracks and rumbles echoed in the temple, and the Head Instructress stepped back as she the altar became wobblier and more unstable. Diane’s simple gesture had further atomized those stones into pebbles. «Fuck! In the name of Hera, what is this child?!» Her heart beat loudly as she was met by Diane’s cocky, almost devilish gaze. That girl had confidence to spare! The cockiest, biggest-dicked Alpha males wouldn’t match one hair of her head in terms of reliance and self-assurance. The Head Instructress had to fight against her urge to either flee or submit to that little youth, reminding herself constantly that—at least in paper—she was still Diane’s superior.

Well, not for too long. The Princess of the Amazons arched her arms in front of her body, flexing her mighty muscles just a little, yet already hard enough for her biceps to grow like boulders covered with thick veins. “Do you want to see power, Head Instructress?” The teenager asked, and the Amazon was left in silence, not realizing she was supposed to answer.

After clearing her throat, she mumbled some clumsy words followed by a nod of the head and a wimpy: “huh.

Diane bit her lower lip, taking deep breaths and feeling her body heat up. “Alright. This is power!” The princess flexed, and the Head Instructress literally tripped on the cracking stones beneath her feat, falling with her back on the temple’s floor while the princess hardened and covered herself with mighty veins. She had barely warmed up for two minutes, yet her body was already channeling enough strength to literally drain dozens of horses!

Her abs throbbed, almost as if her muscles were being kicked from inside out. The Instructress watched as her ten-pack grew in volume, throbbing and rippling as countless veins as thick as fingers fed them with gallons of blood. The princess was heating up so hard that the oxygen condensed around her skin like smoke, and soon she was exhaling steam through her nostrils and her every pore, breathing the cold air from outside to try and regulate the burning temperatures inside her.

“Hera!!” She screamed for the goddess of all women, who lent them strength in moments of great trial. The princess changed her pose, putting her arms up and displaying her full legs and torso to the Instructress. She felt as hard as a mountain, and still her body was still only charging up, adding as much hardness to her muscles as possible, feeding them with enough blood and nutrients before they could kick into the next step of her transformation.

Though her volume remained pretty much steady after the first spurt, her weight was sensibly increasing. The Head Instructress saw the stone cracking under the princess’s feet, then her body slowly sinking in her altar as the density of her muscles reached ludicrous levels. The thick, mighty Amazon, who had seen her fair share of potent beauties in her life, unconsciously spread her legs and laid her hand on her hips, feeling the powerful heat from her throbbing, tumid cunt.

She was endlessly aroused by that stud princess, and yet she hadn’t seen a fraction of her true power! As the seconds went on, the Princess showed her just how futile was any comparison between their physiques—hers was undoubtedly the greatest.

The princess lowered her arms to her waist, flexing them upwards in a “W” shape. A scream burst through her mouth without her consent: “AAARHH!!!” She closed her eyes and tried to focus, sensing how that energy could easily consume and destroy her if she lost control. She transformed her screams into mighty roars, then doubled down on her flexing as the ground quickly unraveled beneath her feet. Pieces of rock and large boulders flew around as she sank five feet into the altar, kicking into the next phase of her transformation: the swell!

Her muscles rippled. Her fibers snapped and contorted so violently that whiplashes were heard all throughout the island. Her biceps throbbed like hearts and the veins danced all over them. Her neck was as thick as an average woman’s thigh, throbbing along her engorged arteries, pumping visible loads of scorching blood to her brain.

Her breasts squirted milk. The temple was filled by the delicious squishing sound of her cream leaving her tits and splashing on the floor. Much to the dismay of the Head Instructress, she stood right in between those milky jets, unable to catch any with her mouth. Her jaw stood low and tongue was partially rolled out, begging for some comfort. «By the gods!!» Her eyes were growing. «What a monster!»

The teenager’s abs rippled and cracked, and her shoulders boomed like she had a wall of burning iron atop her back. With one powerful roar, the princess added two muscles to her abs, and her whole body followed with a sudden, abrupt muscle growth that saw her jump from five hundred to over eight hundredpounds of pure, iron-hard musculature in the blink of an eye. The intensity of that bulking was so great that Head Instructress was further pushed back by the resulting shockwave, rolling away as heat waves emanated constantly from the princess’s skin.

«By Zeus!!» The Amazon was shocked by seeing the altar completely reduced to pebbles as the princess was only getting started. The cocky teenager kept roaring and cracking the temple with the ferocious rumbling and rippling of her body, which now stood at 7’8-feet and displayed a gorgeous, massive, throbbing 12-pack. She looked down and briefly acknowledged the Instructress presence, paying her no attention as she channeled even more power into her physique.

This time, the princess turned around slightly and laid one foot in front of the other, grabbing her right wrist with her left arm and flexing her right arm in a hook position, showing the Instructress the impeccable shape and harness of her loin as the energy of the sun seemed to be growing inside her fibers. After a long, growing rumble, her fibers snapped and popped and cracked, then throbbed and bulged to add insane volume and weight to her muscles. Her body sank deeper into the ground, creating cracks as deep as ten feet on the temple.

“The power… of the fucking gods!!” The iron princess roared, cracking the ceiling and the many columns around her. “The power… of a muscular monster!!” Her roar was almost like a male as she changed position mid-swelling—a risky move, but one she performed with the ease of the naturals. The Head Instructress gulped when seeing the princess squat and flex both her arms besides her body—a simple, all-purpose position that gave her all the stability required for her next growth phase.

With the heat swelling in her cunt, the Instructress saw that child grow to 7’9, then 8, then 8’2, then 8’3ft-tall, far surpassing her while her muscles grew ever stronger. The jets of milk bursting from her super-sized tits had grown as thick and powerful as hydrants, and the two puddles of milk around the Instructress had become large enough to reach her hands.

She raised one hand to her face, inspecting the thickness and heat of that milk. «This looks like semen!» Diane’s milk, indeed, felt more like a cream or a tasty desert—or the ejaculation of a horse—as she grew into a mountain of a woman. To the Instructress’s terror, the prodigy teenager wasn’t even done as her shoulder bulked into a scary wall of virility and her arms grew as thick as the thighs of a bodybuilder.

The teenager kept growing to 8’6 feet, then 8’8 feet, then broke through the 9 feet mark and made her way effortlessly to the ten-feet score. “Diane, n-no!” The sweaty, trembling warrior stood up, being pushed away by the waves of power that burst from the teenager’s body. “You’re growing too fast, too hard!! This temple will not…!”

“Let this temple fall!!” A thicker, almost demonic voice burst from the teenager’s throat as she cracked the 9’5-feet mark. “If this structure can’t take my power, I will crush it myself!” She gave one step forward, bulldozing the floor with her foot, creating a 5ft-wide, 10ft-deep crater around it. “Look at these fucking thighs!” Her gigantic muscles rippled and bloated before the Instructress’s eyes. “Look at my power go!!” She then roared, and huge pieces of stone fell from the ceiling as the temple began to crumble.

The Head Instructress tried to stay on her feet, ready to flee, but the power and outrageous beauty of the princess was just too strong! Her shivering legs buckled and her knees fell on the ground, cracking it as she kneeled before that beauty teenager, now a true goddess of war. “By the gods, princess!!” Her words were quickly lost in the noise; the princess was still adding hundreds of pounds to her body, easily breaking into the ten-feet mark and trying out for eleven feet.

Her weight had doubled, standing easily at over a thousand pounds as her muscles just kept throbbing and swelling, growing both denser and bulkier. The princess of the Amazons could easily crush the Queen herself, if she wanted to, and she changed her pose again to kick into a new, more brutal step of her transformation. “By the gods, I’m SO FUCKING HOT!!” She screamed and roared, and dense columns of steam burst from her nostrils all the time.

She crossed her arms behind her back, right above her monstrous glutes, and flexed her entire body again, creating a mess of cracks and rubble all over the temple, like a bomb had exploded in the place.

“Oh, Hera!! HERA!!” The Instructress lost her shit! All the heat and pressure that had grown in her was released into a burst of scorching lube from her cunt. The Head Instructress laid her forehead on the cracked floor, cramming her hands in her cunt and frigging it until she was unloading gallons like a firehose.

Diane had crossed the eleven-feet mark, trembling and shouting as her body neared its limits. “NO!!” She roared to the heavens, as if defying the gods themselves. “I can get stronger!! I can get… harder!!” Then a ferocious roar burst from her throat in the exact moment rumbling explosions came from her muscles, like there were mountains being thrown against each other inside her every fiber. The teenager swelled to proportions even the Head Instructress thought to be insane, filling the temple with heat—and the Instructress with deafening orgasms.

“Diane!!” She screamed. “Diane!!” The teenager stopped growing at around 11’4ft of height, panting as sweat broke from numerous pores. Her body, which been releasing only steam at that point, got sweaty like someone had thrown a bucket—or rather, a bathtub—of scalding water on her, and a massive puddle formed around her feet as the sweat not exactly “dripped,” but literally flowed like rivers down her skin.

Her muscles glistened under her thick coating of sweat. The muscular princess relaxed her pose and released a final, giant burst of steam through every single pore. The Head Instructress was pushed away one last time, bathing herself on her own lubes as she squirted them into the air.

“Fuck!!” Diane shouted, and another wave of power electrified her. “FUUUCK!!” She stomped her right foot on the ground, creating a shockwave that shattered the rest of temple, shattering all its walls and columns that remained standing. When she finally had her body tamed, she looked down and admired her myriad of muscles. The Head Instructress, once so mighty, looked like a doll near her feet, and the arrogant teenager laughed at her superior’s defeated body, writhing on the puddle of her own cum.

“You look so tiny, Head Instructress. Is this how you see your students

when they’re stepping into the arena for the first time?” She flexed her biceps, and the obscene muscles grew to thrice the size of a wide bodybuilder’s chest.

The Instructress needed some time to recover, sitting on the floor while her cunt still expelled shameful threads of lubes. She whimpered and moaned aloud, rolling her eyes as the waves of pleasure overtook her.

Diane was spectacular. The difference between then was jaw-dropping, with the young stud’s 11’4-feet dwarfing the Instructress’s once-intimidating 7’8.

The warrior stood up, trembling before the power of her student. Diane truly was the daughter of the gods. It was inconceivable that any being existed in the universe which could defy and defeat her.

She was hard! The Instructress had never seen a body so muscular and trimmed, with basically no fat aside from the breasts and parts of the ass. Her hand swung back and forth, craving to touch that pillar of granite in the shape of woman. Diane smiled proudly, seeing how her breasts bounced slightly above the Instructress’s head.

“Which part of my body do you want to touch first?” The woman looked up with fear, barely registering the words. She seemed to be suffering from an overdose of arousal. “Do you find my abs appetizing?” The princess flexed her abs, and the fourteen muscles hardened loudly. “Lay your hand on them and feel their might.”

The Instructress was shivering and panting. «Fuck!! She is so incredibly beautiful!» Her muscular arm hardened as she stretched her hand to Diane’s belly, feeling her heat before even touching her. “Oh! By the gods!!” That heat prickled! The abs danced sensuously, moving so powerfully with only the breath of the princess.

Diane grabbed her hand and pulled it. The Instructress felt her cunt swell and squirt as the full hardness of those muscles enveloped her palm. Her knees were hitting each other, her legs so wobbly that her body was soon lower and lower on the ground, always on the verge of falling. “Gods!!” Diane kept the palm on her belly, flexing her muscles so that the Instructress would never forget who was the superior stud.

“Gods!!” The Instructress fell on her knees, cracking the ground around her. Diane moved the warrior’s hand along her abdomen, giving her a full treat of her musculature. “Aren’t they beautiful? Aren’t they as hard as the body of Zeus?” She flexed her arm, counting the veins as they bulged along with her biceps and triceps. “Daddy would be really proud if he saw me right now.” She smiled, filling a surge of power in her hips. “I bet I could kick your ass with one arm tied to my back, if I wanted to.” She squeezed the Instructress’s wrist drawing loud moans from her. “What a mess you are!” She saw the gallons of nectar bursting from the warrior’s cunt. “You’re already creaming myself without even touching me right!”

Diane felt invincible—and she truly was. Feeling that no one could punish her for any transgression, she grabbed the Instructress’s head and pulled her up, seeing her face red and twitchy, with many tears rising in her eyes. “You look so weak and pathetic!” Her eyes wandered over her body. “But you’re still hot!” She focused on the Amazon’s massive butt. “Your ass still looks delicious. Guess I will have a piece of that… right after you have a piece of me!”

She shoved the Instructress’s head right in her cunt, and for a moment the moans of the older Amazon resonated only inside her body, with the only sound in the temple being the violent gushes of her cunt and the gradual, sensual grunts of the princess. “Wow, you are a screamer.” Diane’s eyes rolled up very slowly. “Lick me. Treat that pussy like you always wanted to.” In the meantime, Diane explored the Instructress’s hard body with her hands: “mm, baby, your back is so delicious! I will ravish your body like an army of Spartans!”

Diane coveted the Instructress’s muscles—which were still a wonder, despite her diminutive size. The woman quivered as the waves of pleasure were still too many and too strong, making the princess very proud and cocky of her sexual abilities. Themyscira had over five thousand tall, strong, muscular, busty, big-assed, ripped and shredded beauties, and Diane had fucked them all but the Instructress and the Queen. Now, she was about to cross the second-to-last name of her slutty list. «Oh, my Queen!» She thought as her lubes covered the Instructress’s face. «Just you wait, my queen, until I get to devour you!»

Looking down again, she saw her feet being washed by the massive loads being squirted at high speeds from the Instructress’s cunt. “I do not have all day, you know,” she tease her, prompting the Instructress to slowly stick her tongue out of her mouth and taste the insides of the massive princess.

Her teenage cunt was almost as big as her fist, almost drowning under her lubes as her nose pressed against the princess’s clit, stimulating her without even trying. “God, baby, this feels good!” Diane roared, knowing how to stimulate and press the right buttons of her partner. “Why don’t you work that pussy out just as strong as I know you can?” She winked. “Take no pity on me. Destroy my fucking muscular cunt!”

Some flame burned in the Instructress’s heart, making her invade Diane with gusto. Her long, hard, muscular tongue unrolled deep in that pussy, throbbing and filling it just like an arm. Diane was not expecting such quick or powerful invasion, and any woman who had a taste of that godly tongue could easily do away with men forever. “Fuck!! Zeus!!” She firmed her feet on the ground, cracking it as she tried to stabilize her body. “You’re awesome!!”

Her juices were sloshing on the Amazon’s head while the older, experienced warrior savaged her cunt. She was fucking her for dear life! The Instructress took her hand off the princess’s abs and grabbed her legs, supporting herself on the two iron pillars of her tights. As she felt her own veiny, sweaty biceps rubbing against those thighs, she came and creamed herself loudly, dying for that power!

«By the gods, princess!!» She praised her royalty in her mind while her tongue was too occupied with its pussy-pleasing duties. «You are the goddess of all the women!» Filled with admiration for that perfect physique, the Instructress took as her duty to give her princess as much pleasure as her massive, divine body could take, so she channeled all the energy to her tongue to give that cunt the licking and sucking of its life!

Her tongue was literally as big and as thick as a forearm—fourteen inches of member now piercing and dancing inside Diane’s pussy. The princess was deep, as one would expect from her ludicrous height, but the Amazon had tongue (and skill) in spades to soon have her body trembling and shivering with the gradual accumulation of arousal, striking several erogenous spots on that delicious cunt all at once. The tip of her tongue was as hard as iron, and its flexibility allowed it to flicker the deepest, most sensible zones of the princess like switches. As a result, her tongue stimulated between three and seven erogenous spots in the princess at all times, taking her not by force, but by skill.

“GODS!!” She screamed. Diane didn’t want to lose control so soon next to her superior, but the Instructress was slowly showing her why she remained in such high regard amongst the Amazons for so long. In truth, Diane had never, ever felt truly challenged by any of the thousands of Amazons in the archipelago; the very few of them who could rise up to her were quickly defeated as she tapped into her endless reserves of power. The ravenous teenager had grown bored and overconfident in her abilities, never sure if anyone was able to match her.

Because of this, the pleasure she experienced now was literally unimaginable. She had always heard whispers about it, but she never really thought she was going to feel it herself! As her cunt was thoroughly and actively dominated by that raging Amazon, Diane saw herself stepping back and stammering, too shocked by the pleasure to even believe it was real. “Y-y-you s-shouldn’t…!!” But a loud burst of pleasure cut her voice and made her scream. The walls shook as her legs wobbled and her body nearly fell, with the Instructress looking up, her face washed by the teenager’s nectar.

«Arrogant youth! You’ve never been truly serviced by an expert’s tongue!» Upping her ante, turning that pleasure into torture, the Instructress moved her tongue so that eight erogenous spots were constantly pressed, then made the tongue vibrate like machine.

“FUCK!!” Diane felt the strength completely abandon her legs. She fell back on the ground, and cracks and earthquake she created shook even the boulders outside the temple. She had managed to hold an orgasm back, however, denying the Instructress her sweet victory so soon. Still, the princess contemplated what the worth of her giant size and musculature really was if she couldn’t withstand a simple licking of her much smaller teacher.

The Instructress had her gaze set on the princess’s face, measuring the pleasure by her tics an twitches. Her eyes seemed to communicate every one or her filthy thoughts: “I will have you cumming rivers on my face, your highness, and then your massive body writhing on the ground in orgasmic bliss. You will beg for me to stop, and I will deny you! I will keep fucking you with my tongue like not even a hundred stallions could!”

She made a twist with her tongue, and the princess’s muscles throbbed violently as she desperately tried to resist the surge of pleasure. «Mm. Very good.» The Instructress laid her hands on those insane muscles, feeling the electric ripples of ecstasy. «You’re managing too control your orgasms. Maybe we’re ready to kick things up a notch or two.»

Violently and brutally, she made her tongue throb and swirl inside the princess’s cunt with an almost supernatural expertise. A man wouldn’t be able to move the muscles of his body nearly as well as she did her tongue’s! The member assumed several different shapes inside that cunt, striking dozens of different erogenous spots in very little time, doubling down on the orgasms every passing second, stealing the princess’ breath as the arousal grew much beyond her understanding.

“STOP!!” She begged, panting and breathing, with her muscular body hopping on the ground. “Stop this, please!!” The Instructress reveled on the princess’s tears. «Oh, no, my princess. Now that we just started having fun!» If Diane though that was a lot of pleasure, she truly was an amateur in the art of sex. The Instructress showed her what real fucking was by doubling the speed and the intensity of her licking.

Diane was suddenly thrashing on the ground, destroying entire sections of the temple as her massive, muscular body unraveled in agony under the orgasms she tried so hard to contain. «It’s fucking impossible!!» The princess never felt so small, so weak, so insignificant, despite being so huge. «It’s impossible!!» She looked down, seeing how her belly bulged with the ferocious movements of the tongue inside of her. «This thing feels like a snow ball rolling down a mountain! It grows and grows and grows and… it’s eating me alive!!»

She felt fire consuming her guts and a pure, electric agony burning her womb as she screamed and punched the ground. All the time she had to resist the urge of grabbing the Instructress’s head and cracking her skull. The Instructress was actually feeling a gradual and growing pain in her tongue, knowing that the motions she executed would exhaust even the thirstiest of succubi, but she could keep up that show for several minutes without a break. «By the way she’s shaking,» she smiled, «she ain’t got even three minutes left before she dies!»

Displaying her absurd sexual command, the Amazon managed to speak while also stimulating that cunt: “stop trying to resist, my princess! Just let your orgasms flow and wash my face with your powerful discharge!” With one hand servicing her own cunt and the other exploring the gorgeous muscles of her anus, the Instructress drilled many loud, watery orgasms from herself, washing the legs with her warm liquids, squirting harder than a horde of horses would nut their semen in a year. “Look at me!” She moaned. “I’m cumming!!” She made sure the princess could feel the sprinkling of her lube in her own body. “Come for me, princess, and wash my face with the gallons I know you can come.” She pushed her tongue back, then pierced the princess again with it, adding the thrusting motion to her repertoire of fuck.

The princess was soon screaming and crying her heart out: “AAAAHHH…!!!” Agony such as that was too intense to even be counted as an orgasm anymore; that was outright torture, almost a war crime.

“Come on, princess.” The Instructress teased her further. “I know you wanna. Your pain will only grow the longer you keep those orgasms inside you.” She was thrusting deep and hard in the princess, fifteen inches of Amazon tongue sawing her cunt just like a cock, grazing her cervix and poking it with its tip, just with the right motion and pressure as to draw as much pleasure from her as possible. “Unload, princess. Cum like a mare! I can feel the juices sloshing inside your membranes! You are more loaded than a potent stallion who’s been denied sex for a whole year!”

Thrusting the tongue harder, stimulating her walls more mercilessly, the Instructress made loud sounds while pounding that pussy like breeding bull. The temple was quaking and rumbling every time she bottomed on the princess. No big-dicked Alpha male could ever match her performance, and that was still just a casual warm-up to her; a morning head she used to pay her acolytes and most dedicated students. “Cum for me, princess! Bathe me in your nectar!”

She added brutal twists to her tongue while picking up speed in her thrusts. “I’ll keep fucking you harder if you keep disobeying me.” The pounding added to the width and the depth of the cracks around the temple, making the whole structure vibrate as the instructress ate pussy like a mythical beast. “No? Very well. I see that you chose the way of pain.” Decreasing the speed of her thrusts just as little, she made her tongue vibrate in a threatening way.

As soon as she felt those brutal vibrations, Diane knew her very life was in danger. “NO!!” She shouted, but the Instructress only made her tongue vibrate faster. “If you’re not cumming on my face, then I’m drilling the nectar out of you by force!

She then pierced the princess like a sledgehammer being driven inside her by a fucking machine, and the whole island trembled with the screams and roars that preceded Diane’s inevitable release.

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Billionaire Breeder series

[NSFW/+18!] The Billionaire Breeder – Part 4: The Fullest Balls

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The man had now just shown off his impeccable physique; he had actually taken direct control of his testicles and commanded them to produce a massive load of five gallons of jizz, all sent through its surface and drowning me in semen!

On my left hand, I felt the semen taking over my arms and pulling it hard to the ground. Words couldn’t describe how heavy that broth was: a “mere” pint of that thing was worth maybe a hundred pounds, and a full gallon of it was well north of six hundred, seven hundred pounds. «God!!» Before that spur, my stomach miraculously held almost three tons of semen—only not bursting because I was the world’s strongest woman (and, now that I realized it, I probably was one of the Universe’s strongest creatures too).

The jizz poured from that naked testicle in droves on the ground, glueing my arm to the puddle of semen while the other ball took over my body like not even ten thousand large cocks could. That was when I felt the invasion of another five gallons of seen inside me, all at once, and my eyes nearly popped from my skull as the pressure inside grew to bone-breaking degrees. «Just let it go, bitch!» A wise voice told me. «Just let it go.»

Indeed, I stopped trying to force myself against that cock, relaxing all my muscles and relieving it from all the pressure, and—oh, god!—the seed that flowed inside me was like the ejection of a thousand horses! Through the skin of that testicle alone, five gallons of seed were added to my throat, hitting my stomach like iron pellets and making it grow like a yoga ball. «Jesus!!» The final buttons of my shirt exploded like bullets, and then my shirt was torn open by the insane bulging of my belly.

But the monster, grunting and smiling, wasn’t yet satisfied; my humiliation should be more complete, more extreme until he could feel satiated. “Do you know I can kill you just with the sperm I ejaculate through my balls?” I heard him taking another deep breath, surely preparing for another set of insane jizz production. “Here’s another little taste of my fertility!” He flexed, and huge veins throbbed around his waist while his dick jumped and crashed on my back, hitting it so hard my fucking brain was pushed against the front of my skull.

I didn’t have any time to think about the pain, in fact, for on that monster testicle I felt another ludicrous, six-gallon load forming. His right ball came first, actually, giving me a visual of what was about to happen in my mouth: a vast, mountainous mass of thick jizz oozing through its pores and filling buckets on the ground. My body was being pulled sideways by all the spunk that covered my left arm and dragged it deeper into a pile of jizz, but any concern I might have had about this was extinguished by the release of spunk from his testicle in my mouth.

For a moment, I thought my skull had burst. Such a tremendous load of jizz burst from his testicle that the monster could easily fill a baby bathtub with it; all of this semen –six gallons of it!—went straight to my stomach, which at that point was as big and stretched as a yoga ball. My body was literally being lifted off the ground by the size of my belly, and there was no way I could fit one more ounce of that sperm in my belly without exploding.

«Let it go.» The same voice repeated, deep in my mind, and I instinctively, almost preternaturally knew what I had to do: with extreme control of all my muscles, I relaxed even my guts and all my organs, allowing that spunk to flow from my belly into my guts, and from my guts all the way down to my rear, where my massive buttocks moved apart as my anus was stretched as wide as two fists.

The jizz burst through my bottom like an open dam. Its flow was so powerful I felt like I had ten horse cocks coming inside of me, with a strength enough to at times send the jizz flying to the other end of the room, like a rocker blast. I passed out at that moment, but woke up a few seconds later with my bull stud crushing my head with his fingers, roaring and whining literally like a stallion, puffing steam through his nostrils as he experienced a unique, unparalleled degree of pleasure in his crotch.

I looked to his right testicle. Fuck! The beast was producing gallons of jizz constantly, letting a large thread of jizz as thick was three arms fall unendingly on the ground. If that testicle was so powerful, then the one in my mouth… «fuck!!» I felt my body invaded, violated. «Jesus fucking Christ!!» Every single second, five to eight gallons of semen passed through my throat all the way down to my anus, being expelled in ever-greater speeds as the stud “came” liberally though the testicle.

“Holy fuck, whore!! Whore!!” He seemed to lose control of his body as his powerful legs moved forward, at the same time kicking the air and positioning him more firmly on the ground. New loads burned in his hips, and I felt

my body invaded by such oceans of spunk. Even the continuous outflow of jizz through my anus wasn’t enough to prevent me from over-stretching and nearly bursting.

The jizz was now hosed through my nostrils constantly. It was both funny and arousing to see the muscles of that relentless stallion painted by his own semen coming from my face. I lifted my right arm to his armor-like abs and worshiped them, coating them with spunk and seeing their deep crevices filled with the creamy pasta. Every inch of that god exuded sex!

«Fuck!!» The monster came gallons and more gallons inside me, and the pressure was such that I found myself almost passing out every single second. «Control it! Get a hold of yourself, woman!» I looked like a tigress to that stud, feeling the spunk pile up behind my eyes and almost burst through them like tears. «You fucking bull!! I will give you sucking!!» And then, instead of just fighting back against his orgasms, I invited them into my body, massaging and biting and sucking those mighty balls again, bringing as much of that seed as the bull could produce.

It was even more than anything I could have ever imagined. «Jesus!» My body was seized by another paralyzing barrage of orgasms as I felt his balls constantly full (and actually getting fatter and fuller) as I pumped them. There was just no end in sight for his sperm. «Fucking Christ, you horse!!» My eyes were getting white with semen! «There’s no fucking end… to your virility, is there??» Still, I impressed that stallion by sucking him with all my might, and then even I was startled when I felt his ball sucked deeper and lower inside my throat.

My neck had swollen to eight inches wide, with the balls visibly throbbing and making it even thicker whenever a new load of juices was cummed into my body. Its lower half was so deep in me it was cumming the juices directly inside my stomach, and my waist was no longer muscular or sexy, but rather ridiculously engorged as that testicle tested the limits of my anatomy.

Enough was enough. With a visceral reaction, my body expelled that testicle so hard I was amazed by the speed with which I puked it: in less than two seconds, *blaam!!*, the mighty testicle popped from my lips and slapped against the monster’s iron abs, followed by a gush of semen from my mouth and nose. «Jesus…!!» I thought, but even my mind was shaken by the violent outpouring of juices from my head: a first wave hit the man’s body and splashed all over his lower torso. While this wave was still coming out, a second wave burst from me, adding the splashes to his gigantic chest and shoulders.

I lifted my head up and felt violent pulsations inside. If I had an alien inside me, that would be exactly the feeling of it bursting through my stomach. What burst from me, instead, was another massive wave of semen, hitting the monster straight in the face as he laughed and lifted his two balls with both hands. “My whore ain’t even getting enough milk!” Brutally, the monster lifted his balls over my head and dropped them. *boom!!* Two hundred pounds of testicles hit my head and nearly tore up my spine, pushing me to the ground. *splash!!* My body crashed on the ocean of semen, quivering and twirling as I desperately fought for air.

“Jesus!!” I screamed, and both my tits and cunt came loudly: gallons of lubes were being sprayed from my labia while my fat, full, muscular breasts got covered with veins and hosed threads of milk everywhere. “Fuck!! Fuck!!” More waves of semen cut my words, flying high before crashing down on my face. “Jesus… fuck!!” I wailed on the ground for five whole minutes before my body was empty enough so I could control my limbs all over again. I tried to lift myself on the ground, but damn!, I had eaten so much spunk I felt that even my spirit had been beaten into submission.

I stood on all fours, and every limb of mine was shaking. I tried to stand on my feet, but I failed every time, and the monster simply laughed at my misery as he turned his body side to side, showing off his ridiculous mountains of muscles and over-endowed genitalia. His monster prick was juicier and tastier than it had ever been, so up-close and in reach of my thirsty palms: a thirty-eight-inch pile of pussy-wrecking, cunt-ripping flesh, throbbing hard as the veins seemed to have doubles in size and quantity. “Oh, my…!” I puked more spunk, “fucking god!!”

The monster lifted his penis and dropped it on my face. *SLAP!!* Words cannot describe the force with which that member beat me: my 6’4ft-tall, 300-pound body was pounded on the ground like it was nothing. *SLAP!!* I felt every bone of mine crack and my spine twist as the full force of that gargantuan cock was distributed along my muscles. *SLAP!!* I sank into the ocean of spunk and hit the floor, covered by three feet of male juice.

Then, I felt his powerful hand grabbing my hand and pulling me up. That freaking monster! As I rose in the air, with my body entirely coated in jizz, looking like a filthy cocoon of semen, I saw the endless musculature of that giant, teenage billionaire. His massive, Greek-column-like arm lifted me like a crane, and I really felt like I was gliding over a mountain as I saw slab after piece after mound of muscle in his incredibly tall, perfect physique: 8’6-feet of height and over 5,000 pounds of iron-hard muscles. That eighteen-year-old wasn’t a man! He was the living, breathing embodiment of Zeus!

My body stood above his head, maybe ten feet from my forehead to the ground. The monster swung me a little, smiling like a pervert child doing as he pleased with his ragdoll toy. With his other hand he grabbed his monster cock and pulled it up; the aberrant penis was still soft enough so that it wobbled on his grasp, and even though it wasn’t as hard as it could be, and even though that monster had hands so large my whole head felt like an orange in his palms, the stud couldn’t even wrap his fingers fully around his cock—that’s how unbelievably thick that meat pipe was!

The monster’s smile grew more sadistic as he lifted his dong between my body and his, and then he slapped that meat club against my stomach. *boom!!* Waves of semen burst from my mouth, my nose, and my anus as the blow pressured all the spunk still inside my body. The monster held his cock firmly, squeezing it so tight I could hear its meat being pressurized, feeling immense pleasure on the absolute control he had over my body. “You’re so insignificant you’re not even worthy as a boxing sack.” He told me, seeing my face covered with spunk. “I would have to use my fists for a boxing sack. I can completely fuck you up with just my cock. Watch!” He pulled his cock towards his body, then threw the monster against me again.

My body swung around violently in his arms as the monster didn’t pull up any punches –dick-punches, I mean! Second after second, blow after blow, I felt that cock hitting my whole body, battering my tits until they were squirting milk at every blow, fucking up my torso so hard bruises soon took over it, very visible as the spunk was all splashed away from my skin.

The monster put his cock between my legs, then pulled it up, punching my cunt with its length. *boom!!* Goddamn it! I felt like a man when kicked in the balls, only with the difference that the kick also sent my womb, my lungs, all my organs up, crashing at the top of my ribcage as the stallion moved his cock down again, preparing for another blow.

Then the blow came. And then another. And another. And another and another and another, oh, god!, until my face was hitting his wrist several times, my body jumping up and down so brutally that at points it became a blur in the air. The monster was holding me only by the hair, and there was no better proof of my power and my strength than the fact that, even after a whole minute of beating, not a single thread of my hair had been torn up.

I felt that dick getting even “harder” and “stronger.” Well, with a dick so ludicrously large, it was quite futile saying superlatives like “harder” or “bigger;” when fully soft, that cock was not only “hard,” but already the hardest thing one could ever feel between their legs, so its “harder” states sounded a little bit redundant—though I could feel them very vividly under my cooch; the crashing and the pounding of that titanium rod battering my gushing sex, splashing my lubes all over the room.

“Fuck!!” A scream burst through my mouth just as my eyes were about to pop. The monster got off by making me suffer. Well, it wasn’t exactly me; a powerful stallion like him loved to be reminded of his unapparelled power, his awesome and uncontrollable virility so easily turning any woman into a cum-ridden rag of flesh, so arousal only came when he was imposing such peerless power upon the hundreds of bodies of his sacrificial lovers. He was both an unstoppable force and an unmovable object, and I felt ever more minuscule in his hands, beaten to a pulp by the simplest motions of his dick.

Turning me around, he aimed that dick at my back. The milk exploded through my tits as the cock hit me with abandon, the full force of its impact pushing all my organs to the front of my body. He painted my dark-skinned back with red and purple bruises, hitting me harder every time, pushing my limits until I lifted my hands to his wrist and screamed: “p-p-please!! No more!!” Then the beast, very gentlemanly, dropped his cock, but even that turned into an unwitting blow: when falling, his cock hit my back again, and the mere weight of the thing was enough to throw my body forward and make it swing violently. “Aaarh!!!” A mortal load of orgasms burst from my cunt; the ocean of jizz below was showered by my nectar, which the monster though it was too tantalizing to waste.

“Thirsty.” He lifted my body up and grabbed my buttocks with his hands, crushing my powerful glutes so hard with his effortless touch. Goddamn it! That made me cum even harder! The bruises on my body and throbbing of my sore, beat-up muscles added new layers of pleasure to my already-raging orgasm, and I passed out maybe three of four times as the monster lined up my cunt on his mouth, drinking my lubes and showering himself with them.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his masculine body bathed by my thick, transparent lubes. Fuck, if that didn’t make me cum even harder! I was venting, panting, and sweat was pouring through my pores so hard that it flowed—not dripped; flowed!—down my body like several rivers! As if that torture was not enough, the monster stretched his tongue out of his mouth, and his hot breath alone sent me flying inon another maelstrom of orgasms, so powerful it knocked me out a fourth (or fifth, I dunno) time!

Once his tongue started working out my cunt, I woke up again. “DADDY!!!” I screamed, feeling his touch so hot it was almost criminal! His tongue in my cunt, exploring my depths like no penis ever could, conjured up images of my father in my body, whose massive body and hard, bulging cock I’d always coveted. His pussy-eating skills were so extreme, yeah, they felt almost incestuous—if that makes any sense! The man was so fucking good, so freaking god-like, that my body felt like it was being touched and worked by Satan himself! Unbe-fucking-livable!

“GOD!!!” I called his name and passed out again. I woke up when his tongue pierced through my cervix and started licking my womb directly. The monster had a matchless ability to find erogenous spots even where anatomically it should have been impossible for them to exist; or rather, he created erogenous spots with the ease of a soldier laying mines on a camp, setting them to detonate in the right places, at the right times to bring me to maddening, almost supernatural orgasms!

I woke up again with another massive burst of orgasms triggered by that stud’s tongue—each wave of climaxes contained hundreds of thousands of orgasms all crammed against each other; so many orgasms in a second you could literally give each one of them to a woman on the planet and there would still some couple thousands of orgasms left.

Damn it, if I didn’t come! Whenever I managed to look down at my belly, I saw it bulging with the ferocious movements the man’s tongue performed in my womb. Fuck! It looked like I was giving birth to hundreds of snakes! It really looked, from the outside, that a had a hive of beetles or a colony of slugs battling inside my belly!

I passed out again. When I woke up, the monster had taken his tongue from my pussy, and the motion alone might have explained the intense orgasms I felt at the moment. I saw his massive tongue out of his mouth, dripping with lube and cum, and I climaxed again, so hard that I passed out one more time. The image that was ingrained in my mind was too vivid to be ever forgotten: a twenty-inch-long, five-inch-wide tongue dripping with the gallons of juices it had extracted from my depths. Fucking hell!!

I was on the ground. My back had splashed on the ocean of semen and hit the ground as the monster dropped me. I didn’t know all of that at the time, for I woke up a while later, with the spunk already covering my body as the monster stood on his knees and raised his cock over me. I was 6ft4in-tall and the cock easily covered all my body from hips to head with its daunting shadow. My jaw didn’t even have time to drop before the cock itself was dropped over me, and then it was another wave of pain and pressure with that 400-pound meat monster crushing my body like an industrial machine.

I hugged the member and felt it throbbing. It was like I was hugging a teenager in my arms—but an iron teenager; rather, a Greek column made of titanium, so thick and gigantic my tits kept squirting milk all the time while the cock stood there, spreading them apart like I had a basketball in the middle of my chest. That cock was huge, huge, huge, and only the gods could fathom the intensity and the power with which it was about to penetrate me… any!… time!… now!

“You wanted me to fuck you!” The monster too was suffering under too much pent-up energy, too much repressed orgasms to even speak properly. Pushing his cock all the way down to my legs, he looked at me with blazing eyes, and then violent clouds of steam burst through every pore of his over-muscular back. “Let’s fuck!!”

Without any further ado, even with a hint of hurry in his motion, that god-stud penetrated me, and from then on it was just inches and more inches of horse prick fucking me like a horde of bulls a thousand times over!

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