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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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African College Futa series

[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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African College Futa series

[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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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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[SWEET NEW BUNDLE!!] Superpowered Interracial Muscle Hunks!

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

When a mysterious threat arrives on Earth, passions are suddenly reignited between the League’s two biggest muscle hunks: billionaire playboy White Archer and muscle powerhouse Black Lantern.

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.

White Archer challenges Black Lanter to a series of tests of masculinity in a bathroom inside the Tower of Might —but what begins as a civile dispute of strength and virility escalates into session of unspeakable, male love hotness.

Follow these two studs as they discover REAL POWER and TRUE LOVE in painstainkingly-detailed pages of sheer man-to-man pleasure!


This 5-BOOK DEAL includes:


The League Assembles! Muscle goddess Wondrous Woman is surrounded by the world’s sexiest superheroes… but ultimately surrenders herself to the irresistible hunk Klark Ken! (Partial. This bundle will focus on the White Archer – Black Lantern relationship, so it will skip through Wondrous Woman and Klark Ken’s story arc.)

Super Hunks vie for dominance! Two enormously *talented* Alpha superheroes wrestle to see who’s the most potent male!

Super Hunk Domination! Situation heats up between two immensely powerful muscle Alpha supermales… forcing them to settle their differences with their fists!

White on Black Super Males! A white muscle superhero shows his enormous bodybuilding rival exactly who is the BOSS in the relationship —making his black Alpha man learn the subtle joy of SUBMISSION!

White Power, Black Pleasure: Two unbelievable muscle studs finish off their passion with superhuman feats of power, virility and unprecedented liquid fertility!

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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

Amazon: amazon.com/author/gigipopo

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!