African College Futa series

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

«Jesus…!!»

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wha-?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“H-Heath…”

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

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The League of Superheroes has many gorgeous, irresistible sex symbols, but White Archer and Black Lantern are the biggest of them all!

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These are the two biggest, most accomplished studs in all of Earth… and they can’t stand each other.

Alpha Males, after all, are always vying for power, and these two unbelievably hot muscle hunks can no longer go on without knowing, once and for all, who’s the greatest Alpha in all of mankind.

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First few pages of my NEWEST BOOK: “White on Black Super Males!” (out this TUESDAY!)

Hey, my loves! We have a double-goodness this week! This is my fooreword and intro to one of my newest books out this Tuesday! Hope you like it! 😉 😀 ❤

Oh, my lovelies! How are you doing today? 😀 XD

This is the second release of this weak! Yep, I’ve had two new books published today. If you missed any, you can visit my links below to grab ’em:

Twitter: @GigiPotemkin

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Ha, ha, ha, I can barely get a hold of myself! My stories have been getting really obscene, right?

In this book, you’ll witness a powerful, 400lbs muscle white billionaire pumping gallons of sweet, hot male nectar in the ass of his 550lbs+ black muscle bitch…

…and so much more!

There’s shooting jizz, swallowing jizz, building literal mountains of jizz, breaking a thick metal wall with powerful wads of jizz…

…all of this from massive muscle monsters with more power in one arm than whole squadrons of bodybuilding males put together!

I mean, I mean…!

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And awesome! And unbelievably sexy if you, just like me, can never get enough of sweet muscle-inflation-bodybuilding-Alpha-male-shooting-gallons-of-cum erotica!

I hope this sexy story is well into your tastes, my love! There’ll be much more muscle-jizzing goodness in the days to come!

Next week, actually, I’m publishing a new bundle along with a new short story! I think you’re gonna LOVE the special offer I have in store! See you then!

With more love that can possibly be put into words,

yours wholly and dearly,


Intro

Previously, on our crazy superhero sex adventures…

Black Lantern and White archer are the two most powerful Alpha Males on Earth… and they vie to see who’s the most powerful male of all.

After locking thelmselves up on a bathroom in the Tower of Might, both superheroes start their competition of manliness and virility.

At first, it seems that Black Lantern will be the clear winner. I mean, he’s a 550lbs muscle monster with a 13in erect penis and a nearly bottomless supply of cum on his cocknut-sized black balls.

Just with his first wads of precum, he manages to shoot well over 15 gallons of lubricants on the floor —about seven to eight times the potency of White Archer, who himself is no puny male.

White Archer, in fact, is a multibillionaire with an 11in cock and nigh-irresistible seduction skills; an uber-powered male who effortlessly bedded over 10,000 women and 2,000 men in the course of his life; a sex machine of unfathomable libido… who nonetheless just can’t compete with the sheer biological superiority of his black rival!

However, what Archer lacks in juice-making potency, he damn well makes up for it in… basically everything else!

After some provocations, both men decide to settle their differences with their fists —and the once arrogant Black Lantern learns just how out of his league he is compared to the super-powered white boy!

The billionaire muscle bull basically mops the floor with his black body after a near effortless beatdown! Before Black Lantern can even react, White Archer lands multiple blows on his body, literally throwing his massive 550lbs black body around like a ping pong ball!

The “fight” —more like “massacre”— ends with the decisive and unassailed victory of the white muscle stud, and Black Lantern feels both humilliated… and suuuper aroused!

Never before has he been dominated so throughly by another man —let alone a pretty, blond white boy like that!

Never before has he been shown complete and utter superiority from another male —and especially not from a pampered, arrogant multibillionaire such as that one.

His humilliation is complete… but his pleasurable submission is only beginning!

Black Lantern sees no alternative if not to submit his ass to that absolutely dominant white stud. He wants his power! He needs it, and craves it absolutely! And his white friend will gladly show him, indeed, what the joy of bottoming on a much more powerful male truly feels like!

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Intro for “Super Hunks compete for cream!” [NEW BOOK out this TUESDAY (4)!]

This is the foreword for my newest book, “Super Hunks compete for cream”, from the “League of Sex” erotica series! 😀 😀


Hallo, gorgeous! How are you all doing this week?

I’ve recently surpassed 100 followers on Twitter, which is such a great milestone to reach when you’re writing erotica with virtually no money for marketing or outside assistance at all!

Have I already told you that you are the greatest, most caring and respectful community of readers I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting?

Because you are! ❤ ❤ ❤

Twitter: @GigiPotemkin

Amazon: amazon.com/author/gigipopo

On today’s book, we’ll continue to explore the full eroticism and virile power of our horny superheroes, now focusing on the love-hate relationship between Black Lantern and White Archer!

If you love enormous muscular bodies covered with thick, hot, powerful veins, muscle growth and muscle inflation, male bodybuilders wrestling, and extreme cumming and jizzing (and I mean extreme; like, dozens of gallons of thick, white macho cream!), then this is the book for you!

And I’ve got another great piece of news: starting next week (June 11th), I’ll be back to releasing two new books weekly, with an occasional bundle thrown here and there into the mix. 😉

This arrangement will probably last for a whole month, maybe more.

That’s super!! I’m so glad and honored that you’re all following me on this awesome adventure!

Hope you adooore this lovely new work! Be seeing you again soon, my passion!

Kisses, kisses, my luvs!!


Summary of out next sexual, superhero adventures!

After a dangerous, mysterious threat has arrived on Earth, three hyper manly, ultra trick, mighty and powerful superheroes convene on the observation deck in the Tower of Might:

  • Human Lightning: young, excitable, lean, and ultra-ripped. A promising juvenile who nonetheless sports a penis of “only” 7.5 inches, which makes him one of the smallest heroes in all of the League;
  • White Archer: a blonde, blue-eyed multi-billionaire with a genius I.Q. and an insaciable appetite for good pussy and big, hard asses!

He doesn’t care whether his “prey” is female or male; all he cares is to be the most dominant, conquering, subjugating Alpha of all!

He is a consumate womanizer in need of a good humbling, and his lesson of humility might come on the hands of…

  • Black Lantern! The “biggest” human in the League, this massive, 550lbs-of-pure-muscle man is the epithome of masculinity and black sensuality, with a burning rivalry with White Archer —the only Alpha who can possibly match him in strength, size, potency, virility and sexual abundance!

Together, these three superheroes are met by Wondrous Woman, who proceeds to evaluate the threat with them.

The presence of this tall, muscular, immensely powerful superheroine, however… is too much for them to bear!

Maybe it’s her hard-rock, 8-pack abs beneath her tight lycra uniform…

Maybe it’s her long, enormously shredded and ripped legs, big and thick enough to make two full women…

Maybe it’s her gigantic ass, as hard as iron…

Maybe it’s her face, which was literally sculpted by the Greek gods, or…

Maybe it’s everything —everything!— that leaves the three superheroes so unfocused and embarrassingly aroused.

After all, Wondrous Woman is nothing short of the hottest lady in the universe, and the three men’s gigantic, obscene bulges soon threaten to rip their uniforms apart!

The meeting ends with the three superheroes desperate to find a release for their dick-bloating agony.

As Human Lightining is ordered to take care of some menial tasks, the mighty and powerful Alpha males White Archer and Black Lantern walk together to a neaby bathroom… …and, alone with one another, they decide to see who is the better male as they relieve themselves of their immense hard-ons!