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.
“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.”
“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.”
“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.
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…”
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!
Flashes. The month that followed after my first taming of my stud was just this: flashes of power, flashes of cum, flashes of the orgasms taking over my mind, then of the roars making the entire palace crumble and collapse.
It was one of many palaces. It was one of many fucks. “Come on!” I gritted my teeth and ground my pussy on that gargantuan cock; I drilled myself on that awesome stud until his monster dong was forcing my uterus against my throat, enough power, length, and girth to utterly destroy and ruin the insides of a freaking mare; I, however, was stronger than a horse—I had tamed and humiliated and destroyed that stud several times over, and by the time I was done with him, after every cum-ridden session of relentless pounding and thrusting, the beast could barely crawl away from me on the floor—not that he didn’t try, of course; the fear and panic overwhelmed him. “Is this the best you can do?!” I embraced the cock with my legs and further milked it with my powerful thighs while riding its upper half. Thirty inches of monster dong were inside me; thirty inches stood outside, covered in the white goo he kept shooting in me relentlessly.
The monster opened his mouth and roared, letting the steam of pure exhaustion burst from his every pore. “You’re weak!” Though I was being battered by tons and gallons of boiling seed inside me, and my belly was bulging like I had just swollen a whole calf, I was triumphant: the stud stood on his back on the ground, a giant crater of wracked concrete surrounding us both. I rode his cock with enough power to crush a hydraulic press into a marble ball. Every time I lifted myself and stood up, making my uber-muscular thighs engorge, I literally pushed the bull by his cock, lifting his waist from the ground-up floor. “Fuck me!! Fuck me stud, like you mean it! What?!” I kicked his balls savagely, making them produce yet more insane loads of semen to shoot inside my womb. “You make so much cum all the time, yet you can’t take on a tiny Amazon like me?” I spit on his face, but the farthest I got was his gigantic pecs. “Pathetic!” Truly angry, I crushed his cock with my insides and pumped it like I was a star-powered machine. The castle trembled around us, and the ground kept creaking and cracking until further sections of the ceiling and walls collapsed in the distance. “If you ain’t the breeding bull here, I will be that stud!!” I pumped him and I pumped him and I pumped him… “I will fucking annihilate you, my beautiful bulky bastard!!”
For fuck’s sake. I didn’t have any way with words, apparently. Of course, I never needed to have: throughout all my life, safe from some very rare exceptions, I’d been the passive one under the monster cocks of super endowed earthlings, yet now I was the one taking charge. Sex with that stud changed me in many more ways I ever thought possible, and that virility—that burst of sexually dominant and savage animality—was something so incredible it made me feel like I had fire in my veins—and, judging by how much steam my uber-muscular, ultra-shredded body was producing, I probably did! “I will fucking ruin you!!” I tried to lean on that monster’s amazing body, yet the cock prevented me. Alas, I was being pierced by sixty-inches of semen-full meat pillar as fat as a fucking Greek column, and its hardness was so tremendous I couldn’t bent a single degree of that monster cock from its half-point.
What I could do, however, was to lay my feet on his gigantic, orgasming balls, and then flex my legs and pull myself forward, bringing the cock down to his abs. It wasn’t a hard thing to do (the only hard thing there was his member, whose sturdiness defied titanium), for the pressure and power of that penis usually meant it rested naturally on the god’s abs, even if he was standing upright. By pushing myself forward and forcing the cock to rest on his amazing muscular frame, I finally reached his face with mine, riding those thirty inches of his upper-half with my entire body. “What about now, stud?” I teased his lips by biting them and sucking them, my hands masturbating his nipples—his pecs, by the way, were so fucking large that, to reach his nipples, I had to stretch my arms in a full T-pose! “Can you kiss your breeding whore?” I slid my tongue inside his mouth, which I felt scorching with sweat, saliva, and steam. His gigantic tongue laid inside, quivering, yet it appeared just as exhausted and defeated as he was. I teased it with my tongue, wrapping it underneath his and trying to pull it inside my mouth. “I dare you. Kiss me.” With a degree of synchrony that could only be described as “superhuman,” I flexed my inwards to give his penis maximum suction plus penetration, and the spunk flowed upwards without his cock even needing to pump it; I was literally sucking his cum from his balls with my pure pussy power.
That was it for the male: “uuuuuuh…!!!” Like a bull who’s just been kicked in the nuts, he cried, and two massive cracks formed under his fists as he clutched them violently on the ground, pulverizing the marble with his fingers. His balls, however, were still alive and well, and the muscles of his cock soon responded to my attack with a throbbing of their own, turning the stream of the spunk into a rocket-like explosion into my womb.
“Ahee!!” I bit my lips and sank my fingers in his skin, drawing blood from his pecs. It’s been too many weeks until I had achieved enough strength to even scratch that motherfucker, but now, with my body glistening under all the sweat of my hardening and expanding muscles, I was able to not only scratch, but also bite and hurt every inch of that beast, whose body was turning red with both exhaustion and blood. My pussy unloaded rivers of squirt at a breakneck pace, further crushing the concrete on the floor, literally tearing up tiles of concrete and steel, but the spunk that came after it completely dwarfed my liquids, enveloping the cock and our combined crotches in cement-thick seed. “Mother… aah!!… fucker!!” I bit my lips again. “You’re still making me cum!!”
Impressive. The stud was semi-conscious, his body sore and muscles cramping, yet still his monster cock, which I had been fucking and sucking and pumping almost uninterruptedly for the better of a month (or two, if you consider our first fuck), was so powerful, so virile, so brimming with energy and life-giving seed that it still managed to fuck me and breed me on its own.
That’s actually one of the ways that monster could fuck seemingly forever: every time his body got to its limits, his cock kept fucking me while the beast snored and recovered his energy. If there was anything in the universe that was infinite, it was his uber-virile genitalia. «Shit! Fuck!!» I hated myself for still having to focus on not losing my damn mind to that penis! «It’s like a perpetual-motion machine of fucking!»
It struck me with fear down to my core, that monster cock, those gigantic balls. Even with all my power, having taken charge and broken that beast down muscle by muscle, pump by pump, gallon of cum by gallon of cum, I felt like I was still barely superior to him, racing with all my might to just keep myself an inch ahead of his breeding power.
My heart trembled with existential terror: was the monster going to awaken a deeper, stronger power I had no idea off? Despite all my pumping and all his seeding, and us having unloaded a literal ocean of sexual fluids on that endless valley… was he still just charging up his real power? «D-damn!» The image of him opening his eyes, flexing his muscles, and then charging on me like all that fucking had been a mere child’s play to him… it terrified me. «Am I the master here… or am I still just a haughty slave?»
I couldn’t allow those thoughts to poison me for too long: feeling his never-ending seed invade my womb and batter my ovaries, I counter-attacked. “You fucker!!” My pussy sucked him so voraciously you could hear its sounds from afar, like the roar of a mining truck engine. “I’ll outlast your cock! I’ll outfuck your balls!!” His testicles roared back, pumping gallons and yet more gallons of seed into me; his monster cock added to the pressure, injecting cum as hard and hot as five rockets blasting into space, all inside my cramped, cum-ridden pussy. “Fuck!!” I redoubled my efforts. His balls began to shrivel. “I will ruin you!!” My ass twerked and my muscles rippled monstrously as my pussy doubled and redoubled, and then re-redoubled its speed again, achieving such a level of strength and power there was literally smoke coming from my pores. The balls became smaller and smaller, its hundreds of finger-thick veins and arteries bloating like a nest of snakes. “You think you can breed me? No! I will breed myself!!”
Then, the entire universe began to unravel after what I did to that poor stud: locking myself onto his body, piercing him with my teeth and fingers, I rode him! Oh, words can barely begin to describe a thousandth fraction of the power I unleashed on those balls at my weakest! My fucking was so supreme that a golden, blueish aura of energy formed around me, further destroying the ground surrounding us and making the crater grow larger, wider, and deeper.
My pussy roared like it had a bunch of cruise engines embedded in it. I must confess I felt scared of its power—not because of me, but because of him. “Roooaarr!!!” The ground gradually kept being crushed to powder and dust by his hands and flailing arms, with waves of agonizing pleasure running over his gorgeous muscles. I felt he could destroy me just to protect himself—and, let’s be honest, he could do it very easily, for he was still so much bigger and (in terms of raw, muscular power) so much superior to myself. «By the gods, he’s fourteen feet tall!!» My contemplation of his greatness, however, only made me pussy-pump his monster cock harder. «This beast’s got muscles all over him! He’s, what, fifteen thousand, seventeen thousand pounds? Something like that!» The ground kept cracking under his back and around his limbs; even when he did nothing, the floor cracked and caved, for his muscle mass alone was superior than that or forty breeding bulls combined.
His monster cock roared past my guts and stomach, pushing my vagina and my overstuffed uterus all the way up back to my throat. Instead of hurting me, that provoked me to only get more feral and beastly; despite all the man’s raw power, the two-months of nigh-uninterrupted fucking had left him disheveled and shriveled. He was going to me mine. “Pump it!!” I crushed and annihilated the walls of his titanium breeding rod. “Your gallons!! Pump more seed into me!” My giant ass cheeks clapped against his balls, which were turgid with semen, but noticeably smaller than they were a few weeks ago. Their breeding power was beyond unparalleled; it was almost infinite, but my raging arousal was finally testing their limits, sensing the light at the end of their orgasmic tunnel. Just a few more pumps, I wondered, and they too would be mine. “Is this all the seed you can produce??” My torso, womb, belly, and crotch were over-inflated by the hundreds of gallons that were being spewed inside me every single second; my pussy was so overstretched that you could see parts of it pushed outwards by the rocket-like outflow of seed. Only his face remained unscathed of semen, yet that wouldn’t be so in a few minutes, once the seed had completely filled up the crater we were fucking on. “More!!” I pumped him so hard the muscles of my crotch almost snapped. “More cum! More spunk! Cum, cum, cum!!”
The eruption of semen finally shut me up. With a mighty, thunderous roar, and a wave of pleasure so strong that his torso lifted itself off the floor, the giant breeder unleashed a car-sized tank of spunk inside me in a single pump—so much, so hard, and so hot that I felt that, if I didn’t explode because of it, then I would be burned alive from inside out because of its steamy hotness. «Damn, boy!!» I looked at my stud’s quivering, semi-conscious face. «You come like your balls had a mountain’s worth of seed while still unconscious!» His breeding power, his sheer virility and animalistic fertility in turn made my ovaries churn out yet more eggs. It did so uninterruptedly, breaking any constraints and barriers of my human biology, overcharging my womb even when it didn’t have any more room for babies.
For I, oh, I was pregnant! «Fuck!!» I raised my head and allowed myself to cum, so submissive. My body rode his cock on its own, automatically, yet my pussy released so much squirt at steel-cutting speeds that even the monster’s cum was forced to give way to its bulk. I rolled back my eyes and, in the darkness of my mind-breaking orgasms, I envisioned every single baby that stud had pumped me with.
The aliens had one purpose: to perfect my species. To produce the strongest, most virile living creatures known to the Universe, and I… oh! I was a cog in their brilliant plan, volunteering my womb to the gradual betterment of my species. «These babies…» I felt bumps in my womb. The little creatures were barely a month old, yet were already visible from the bulge of my uterus on my skin. «How many of them do I have? Five??» I looked down, trying to count those fertilized, now-growing eggs. «Seven? Fuck, they’re so strong!» Even though they were barely developed into human shape at that point, I felt them moving with ease and purpose inside me, already dotted with superhuman individuality and strength. «Fuck, am I going to survive this pregnancy?» The spunk kept battering and ruining my insides, its blasts feeling like whole dams being unloaded inside me. Those bastards in my womb, oh, they seemed to enjoy it all—even more than myself. «Damn you, kids! Fuck! Are these babies so strong that they are going to rip themselves out of my womb and leave me for dead?» As these silly thoughts, just like the semen, assaulted me, I began to sweat coldly and whimper in existential dread. «Those aliens didn’t tell me how the pregnancies are done. As far as I know, I might be just a discardable vessel to these babies!» These stupid thoughts notwithstanding, I didn’t feel too bad about that fate. «If that’s the case, it’s gonna be worth it.» Those seven or eight or, heck, ten or more babies I had inside me were already worth more than entire nations back on Earth. A single male I’d give birth to would easily and effortlessly inseminate hundreds of women on a daily basis; a single female, oh, she’d probably bear over two digits of kids for every pregnancy cycle, which in itself would be much shorter—six or five months, instead of the laggard nine months of average human pregnancy—able to birth as many children as a regular human stud.
And what to say of the next generations? Of my grandkids and my great-grandchildren. «Oh, the kids are alright!» I laughed, coming back to reality to torture their poor father. «My children will inherit the Earth.» I moaned aloud, feeling the hotness and the thickness of the juice that kept invading and assaulting me so mightily. «Damn, boy! Your seed is power!!» Looking at his quivering face, I played with my heart and assumed a commanding tone again: “breed me! I command you to never stop breeding me!!”
My pussy was unreal! It roared and burned as it pumped that cock with every inch and every muscle fiber in his inner walls. If you put a rod made of pure titanium inside it, my pussy would crush it into the size of a marble ball! That dick, however, was invictus! Its master’s exhaustion notwithstanding, the prick itself remained hard and haughty and ready for more, challenging my whole self on its own terms—a dick without a male, with loads of semen to subdue me. “Alright!” I crushed that penis harder. “Let’s see who’s stronger!”
Looking around, I saw that the crater was already filled to the brim with semen. Everything around us was white—and not because of some fancy decoration choices, I tell ya that. “Come!” Laying my feet on the ground, pushing that prick and my womb all the way up to my neck again, I lifted the bull’s crotch off the floor and began to walk clumsily at the tip of my toes towards the edge of the crater. “Let’s fuck somewhere else. I need a clean space to lay you!”
My monster grunted something, with his fingers actually clutching on the ground and trying to keep him locked in there. “No…” He mumbled, his deep voice failing to conceal his nigh-childish fear: “please, no…”
Still, I pulled him. It was an amazing thing to see: his monster cock, as thick as a pillar of marble, was lodged in me from cunt to neck. My whole body was inflated because of its thickness alone, with my guts, stomach, heart, and lungs literally visible through bulges on my skin—my womb, of course, being the prime sight near my neck.
That monster stud had a cock so long that my entire body was barely enough to accommodate it all. Well, in fact, now it was maybe just a little bit bigger. «I grew a lot!» I contemplated while cracking the ground beneath my feet, walking with such power that the 15,000-pound stud behind me was dragged along by my back. I made my way to the top of the crater, removing his body from the spunk pool. «Out of one cum lake and into another.» Reaching the surface after five minutes of appalling struggle, I looked around and gauged the destruction.
My pussy unloaded more lakes of squirt. I wimped and moaned like a little girl again. Shit, that was hot! To know that two bodies—only two people!—could cause so much destruction… shit, it got me horny! With a mighty pump, my pussy coaxed yet more semen from that trembling, quivering monster cock. The load inflated my body before exploding out of my cunt. After the brief agony of being filled with more seed in a second than hundred mares on the cocks of their stallions, I smiled and looked to the cock, that beast bulging inside my body. “You see what you did?” I flexed my muscles, involuntarily flexing my cunt along with them. “We’re gods!!”
To the farthest edges of the horizon, as far as the eye could see and the mind could sense, in every direction, the land was covered in cum. Not a pebble in a mountain or a leaf in a mighty tree wasn’t covered by pounds of seed, layers and layers of thick ball cream transforming the land into an ocean of hyper-virile semen. The castle around us was all but destroyed; the few pieces of wall that stood above the ocean-level of cum were themselves covered from top to base in semen, exhaling virile steam into the skies.
The sheer depth and density of that jizz was mindboggling. “Holy fucking shit, you horse!” I fondled the bulge of his prick on my torso. “You came a fucking ocean!”
To say that he had literally ejaculated an entire Caspian sea would have been a gross understatement; the amount of jizz that human stallion had produced was surely comparable to one of Earth’s minor oceans; not exactly the Pacific Ocean, but definitely somewhere in the ballpark of the Indian Ocean—at the very least, the entire Mediterranean sea.
As I walked over that mess, I felt the jizz reaching up to my knees. There were at least two feet deep of semen everywhere, and God knows how big was that arena we fucked on. As I strode with the stallion’s dick deep inside me, the only thing I knew was that all of my palaces had been ruined and my entire estate fecundated with jizz just as deeply as my womb had been.
With great effort, I managed to free myself from that jizz. The prick smacked against the giant’s uber-muscular torso, and a massive, super loud geyser of cum exploded onto the man’s face. “Gotta be careful, my stallion.” I saw the mountains of spunk scattered throughout those white plains. “We fucked thousands of craters into the ground with the powers of our bodies.” Feeling my muscles hardening, an overwhelming sensation quickly rose from my crotch all the way to the edges of my limbs. “Shit! Oh, shit!” I tried to keep my cool while my body deflated. “If we don’t, uh, pay attention…” I was shivering and sweating coldly, “we might end up drowning under ten feet or more of cum.”
Before I could pay attention to my silly words—the stud was well over fourteen feet tall, after all!—I came with the brutal emptying sensation in my body: once freed of that monster cock, my pussy could allow all the excess spunk to finally flow out: *splooorsh!!* The jizz burst out of me like a truckload, building piles so large that they easily reached up to my cunt. “Fuck! So much cum!” I had to move away so that my legs didn’t end up sunk under a spunk hill. My powerful muscles roared, allowing me to break through the cement-think layers of cum.
It made little difference at first, for the spunk, which kept coming out of me in never-ending loads, soon built another hill under my crotch, and by the end of all that leaking I had formed sixteen massive towers of spunk on that ocean—and still way more spunk remained inside me!
I bit my lips while running my hands over the godly curves of my body. “Fuck, I’m hot! My babies are swimming in your jizz!” Laying my hands on my belly, I felt the countless little bastards literally swimming happily inside the placenta, moving around the jizz as if they were all too familiar with that substance. “Fuck! I think the little monsters are literally loving your cum as much as I did!”
Two months. I was about two months pregnant by that point, and the bulge in my belly was no longer possible to conceal. Still, my uber-hard eight-pack abs still shone with superhuman splendor, my body overflowing with so much energy and sheer muscular, fertile power that a constant cloud of steam burst through my pores—my body heat always steadily at over eighty degrees celsius (and counting!).
As I walked back to my stud, I contemplated upon the immensity of my new muscles. “Fuck! Fuck!!” They flexed and rippled on their own. “I’ve grown! Holy shit!!” I looked to my biceps; each of them was bigger than a basketball! “Do you fucking see this?!”
I flexed my muscles, and a pillar of spunk exploded from my cunt: *sblooorsh!!* My entire body shone and rippled with inhumane muscles. I was so heavy and ripped even my legs constantly rubbed against one another, their thighs so monstrously swollen they constantly squeezed squirts out of my pussy. I was well over seven and a half feet by then, and much heavier even than my huge size implied. “Jesus fucking Christ! Your semen made me into a giant!” Flexing my gorgeous biceps, I wondered how far that jizz could push them. “I… I feel so different! So mighty!”
Sooner than I realized, I was stepping on the giant. I didn’t even know what I was going to do while I walked so confidently over the (much bigger) body of my depleted lover. It was as if the muscles were carrying me on their own; the power within my veins was so intense that it overrode my consciousness—or maybe it made me willfully ignorant of my own choices. Shit! Was this the feeling of supreme confidence? You know: that natural arrogance and joie de vivre that all studs possess?
I climbed over my stud’s chest, seeing myself so tall, almost like I had just climbed a freaking mountain. The beast was still conscious, if battered to a pulp. His body was bloody and scarred, my nails and teeth having done a true savagery on his form. His once-perfect skin was now ridden with purple bruises, and his once-fearsome chest now weaved under his shortness of breath, his eyes constantly rolling up under his lids and his lips trembling while he faintly mumbled: “p-please… w-woman… fuck!…”
I walked over that titan’s head, oozing cum all over his chest. Laying my feet besides his head, I grabbed him by his beautiful blond hair, pulled his head up and sat on his face, flexing my muscles so as to make my abs literally roar. “Eat yourself!”
The monster wailed and his eyes bulged before his own spunk came out jizzing through my cunt. I heard his mouth getting full and his cheeks bloating. His head was much bigger than a full backpack, and his nose easily reached up to my bellybutton, and once all his huge mouth was completely filled with his own junk, shit!, he literally sneezed the jizz into my abs. It was a wonderful feeling! “Drink it! Drink yourself so you can taste just how fucking good you seeded me!” I pulled his head harder, as if to bury it on my huge, hard cunt. “You unloaded enough semen to fecundate literally every animal on planet Earth, you fucking monster! It’s time that I fecundate your belly now!” Slapping him hard, I flexed endless gallons of jizz through my cunt and into his mouth. “Suck it! I command it! Fill your belly with your awesome spunk! This is an order, your fucking weakling!”
“Goorh!!” This was his only reply as truly epic loads of jizz exploded inside him, making their white, fat, fertile rivers run down on his throat and into his stomach. His heavy seed splashed loudly in his belly, making grave and rumbling sounds, soon filling it all up while I found yet deeper and fatter reserves of his jizz in my loins. «Christ!» I bit my lips, feeling the fire enticing my raging clit again. «How much spunk do I still have within me?!»
Infinite spunk, apparently. The monster’s tongue made its way inside me, and then I lost it again: “aaah!!” Despite all my power, all my dominance, all my fearsome muscles, I was still just a pretty little girl at heart, and my high-pitched moan soon proved it.
A truckload of squirt exploded from my cunt. Poor guy! I truly pitied my stud as his face was blasted by a water cannon so strong I literally bathed myself with it! Shit! The explosion of girl cum assaulted all of my muscles with my nectar. The milk in my tits heated up and exploded in mighty torrents. I was a triple cannon of sexual fluids, shooting threads of milk as far as dozens of feet ahead, and a combined sauce of spunk and girl cum through my cunt. Without fail, my stud’s belly began to bulge, and his muscles sounded like tires being stretched. “Fuck!! Oh, fuck!!” I saw lightning bolts whisking by my eyes, stealing their sight and leaving everything black. In the throes of those orgasms, I suspected I had fainted several times for very short amount of time—less than once second each—but I couldn’t be sure of it. Once I was done, all I knew was that a whole hour has passed, and that my pussy had unloaded such vast amounts of male and female cum that the monster’s belly was bulging a whole three feet taller compared to its usual state. His insane 16-pack abs were super stretched, but still visible in all its full muscular glory. “I guess that’s it for your cum!” I looked to his face, which was completely covered in his own semen. “I’m empty!”
Well, not quite so: as I stood up and popped my cunt from my stud’s hungry lips, I still felt loads and loads of that sweet, delicious jizz coursing through my labia. Fuck, those fat bastards clang to my thighs like industrial glue! I could barely walk away due to the intense viscosity of that breeding liquid. “You feeling nice, my babies?” I fondled my belly, feeling the children, like hyperactive tadpoles, swimming in the placenta on my overbred womb. “Fuck, how many of you are in here?”
Just as I stepped away from the monster, however, the sheer pressure of all the semen he had eaten made it explode out through his mouth, nose, and even eyes: *blooorsh!!* For once, I saw that gigantic male brimming with seed as if he was the woman: the semen burst from his face like a fountain, rising so many feet up in the air; such ludicrous loads of thick jizz that even his eyes bulged and cried semen, with his stomach slowly deflating and his belly going back into place. “Mm, yeah. Puke all your heavy spunk, stud!” I placed a foot on his belly, and then sloooowly… very slowly… I pushed it! *Bloorsh!!* Poor man! I felt his head was about to explode! “Are you stud enough to nut truckloads in a woman? Then you’re man enough to eat so much jizz as to fecundate an entire herd of mares! Cum!” I pushed my foot harder, feeling my thighs engorge immensely. “Cum it all!”
The jizz kept bursting and overflowing from every hole in his face, yet a second source of jizz unexpectedly caught my attention with a loud boom coming from under his waist; like an old truck getting started, I heard the jizz loudly and messily making its way out of the man: *bloooorssh!!!* And then I saw it, hiding my chuckles, as the man pooped seed from his super-pressured asshole. “Oh, my!” I pressed that belly even harder, feeling my foot cave into that wobbly surface—so much jizz that it felt like the man’s whole insides were made of that pasty gel. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” I climbed over the belly, flexing my mighty legs as if that somehow made me heavier—I felt it did. My muscular power and immense weight did all the rest: the spunk exploded obscenely from the stud’s ass, so much and so hard that his waist lifted off lightly from the ground just as his belly returned to its normal dimensions. “Puny stud!”
A part of me was disappointed: two months ago, that stallion was a mountain I thought impossible to climb. At most, climbing it would cost me my life, and now I saw that I was the one putting his life in peril, not the other way around. “The aliens were right.” I stomped on his guts, making more waves of spunk jizz out through his holes. “You are the weakest of the bunch!”
My male squirmed upon hearing those words, as if I was truly hurting him. I couldn’t care too much about him at the moment, though: weak or not, studly or not, fuck, that human breeding bull was still awaken, breathing difficultly whilst his eyes struggled to remain open. His hands clutched on the ground, and his arms, shoulders, and chest muscles trembled like he was still trying to get up and give me another round of fucking. With brief bursts of despair, then clarity, I realized that «fuck! He really is on his limits!» Then I flexed my mighty muscles, feeling the wave of power cover me like a masculine, virile armor from crotch to limbs. “I am a She-Hulk!” I looked to my powerful guns, biceps so big that they’d put Earth’s mightiest bodybuilders to same. Looking at my legs, I realized they were thicker, stronger, and more ripped than the entire waist of a really big female bodybuilder. Every dimension of my physique was overblown and supersaturated; every muscle and every curve were highlighted to beyond pornographic dimensions. I had long crossed the biological properties of a mere woman; I was now, to put it simply, in the realm of gods.
Looking at that collapsed, heaving body of my broken stud, my eyes were naturally drawn to his crotch. “Fuck.” I said it aloud. “They’re still… fat!” And throbbing! One could hear from afar the jizz being reloaded inside them; the massive, fat loads were added in periodic spurs, one at a time, making rhythmic, deep noises, like hot marmalade coursing through a narrow duct: *gloorsh! Gloorsh! Gloorsh* The sight and sound of that virile content made my clit tingle like a rattlesnake. “Fuck!” Spreading my legs apart, almost as if I was mounting an invisible horse, I felt the fat lines of girl cum flow down my thighs.
My nectar ebbed out in constant, non-squirting streams, building up a huge puddle in mere ten seconds from foot to foot. “Holy shit!!” My fingers darted around my labia, feeling them much fatter than peach cheeks. “I exhausted every muscle in your horse-like body, my stallion, and I milked you like a thousand voracious mares!” I kicked the stud in the loins, making him shutter and whimper. “Yet your balls… Jesus Christ, look how fat and enormous they still are!”
His balls rested naturally on the size of an ostrich eggs each, yet when aroused they could grow much bigger and scarier. At that time, rumbling and throbbing with the gallons of jizz being refilled, those balls were almost as big as basketballs again—and they would get much bigger if nothing was made to them! “Shit!” I fingered myself involuntarily as the monster penis, now resting semi-soft on the monster’s belly, regurgitated one massive and heavy blanket of sperm into his chest and face. Resting at forty inches of length, that sinuous snake of penile power was still as thick as before; a huge Greek column of breeding virility where the semen was still flowing hot and heavy (if not as fast as before). “You’re leaking, baby.” My fingers went deeper in my cunt, three of them, while the thumb masturbated my huge clit and my pinky lambasted my bloated labia. “Fuck. Oh, fuck!!” My girl cum leakage became obscene: I managed to unload constant streams of thick, viscous nectar without actually squirting them, just like the man was unloading a slow river through his prick without shooting his loads. “Shit, this gets me fucking hot!!”
I tried to ignore the humongous size of my clit at the moment, as well as its impressive hardness. I wouldn’t say that I had a small penis within me, but… hot damn! I was always very proud of my uber tight pussy and its delicate, tender clit, but now I was afraid all that muscular power would turn me in a semi-masculine being. «If only I ended up with a massive cock!» I digressed, walking closer to the crotch of my stud. «If it is to have a big member between my legs, well, make it huge cock.» I laid my hand on the turgid, throbbing surface of his dong. “Like this one!”
Running my hand along the vein-ridden penis, I squeezed it at times and felt the spunk flowing inside. Fat, awesome loads of life-giving seed were added into his balls, which roared deeply at my tender fondling. “You just can’t stop being this virile, can you?” At that softness, his penis still rested just a few inches under his humongous pecs, where the spunk had formed another huge, heavy layer of semen pool. “Mm, baby!” I fingered myself much faster. “You get me so hot!!”
I walked over his monstrous balls, which were getting agonizingly turgid with all the semen they produced. The monster wailed while trying to shut off his legs, but the width of his jewels prevented them from closing at any angle under forty-five degrees. “Please!” Instead, my monster begged. “No, more!”
“No, more?” I laughed, and then I mercilessly… *smack!!* I gave one of his testicles a mighty kick. The penis ejaculated an awesome load into the monster’s face. My stud grunted and wailed, his forces sincerely and honestly depleted. “You’re producing cum like a milk factory! Fuck! Shit!! Just looking at your jizz is getting me horny!” Kneeling down in front of those balls, I buried my face on his godly testicle, and there I felt his spunk factory at full power. “Oh, baby!!” The jizz covered my face from all his previous loads. “I can hear your testicles assembling the cum! Shit, it’s so lovely! Mm, the sweet, deep rumbling of your spunk flow inside your ducts!” I gave those monstrous balls a feral bite, and the monster whined while shooting himself on the face with pillars of spunk.
“Nooo!!!” He thrassed on the ground, sending spunk flying everywhere. “S-stop… s-stoop that, you f-fucking…!!” I bit it again, and then the balls sent a massive tank of goo flying through his penis. “Ooorh!!” The monster soon could no longer scream, for his own mouth was filled by the semen his prick shot like a cannon.
Standing up and looking down to those gargantuan seedmakers, I loudly licked my lips, like a succubus, then, making my thighs stretch and harden, I kicked those huge testicles with gusto, making my stud shrivel in pain.
The blow, however, produced its desired effect: the balls rumbled loudly, then were filled with epic amounts of jizz. The prick almost exploded with the gallons of spunk they were forced to shoot out all of the sudden. The production of semen was so intense that I literally saw the waves and bubbling of juice inside those balls, like they were tanks full of burning magma. “Get up! Up!” I shouted, full of authority, and then I kicked those balls again while keeping my eyes focused on the orgasming prick.
The feeling of my foot hitting those titanium balls was beyond all my descriptive powers. It was intimidating to be reminded, in touch just as in sight, of that horse’s full power, and what further destruction he could wreck if he wasn’t so beaten. To kick those balls was like to hit a concrete wall—too great that my legs were so hard and superhumanly strong, then, otherwise they would be whacked.
Keeping my eyes on the endless phalanx that was his penis, I threw stronger and crueler kicks on his balls. “Up! Up! I want your monster cock all up again!!” The penis shrived and squirmed like a giant worm, unloading gallons of jizz on the giant’s face. Poor bastard could barely breathe under the torrent of white seed he just kept relentlessly shooting. «Fuck. I never seen him so virile!» The dripping of my pussy became a large, messy stream, like someone was pouring a bucket of transparent goo from it. «Even for his standards, this is just too much jizz!» Piles of awe-inspiring spunk were formed behind his head. Mountains of it were slowly being formed around his body. I was witnessing the collective orgasm of thousands of horses, all coming from a singular source of jizz: “I cum just by witnessing you cum!” Giving those balls some rest, I spread my legs and fingered myself furiously. “Here’s some water for hydration.”
Closing my eyes, I squirted. The air left me completely and even the blood, I thought, seemed to abandon my veins as I shot a rocket-like explosion of juice into those balls. For any lesser human being, the sight of my cumming would have been an obscene thing: the gallons squirting through my cunt would fill a bathtub in little longer than two seconds, and they just kept coming, harder and steamier by the second, until I was unloading a whole freaking damn of female juices on those balls. The spunk which smeared their surfaces soon disappeared; the spunk burning inside them, though, only multiplied.
“I know you’re there.” I talked, but not to my stud. “You monster cock. Wake up. I want to drain every last ounce of jizz from you, and that won’t be possible unless you’re hard as steel again.” Leaning back and moving my crotch forward, I laid on leg on the man’s monstrous thigh, then aimed my cunt at the turgid length of his orgasming prick. “Come on, cock, I know you can hear me.” My loads covered it like an equatorial maelstrom. “Get hard and stand up! I will mount you with my ass and pump you out of seed with my guts and stomach!” I came between every word, my pussy almost disappearing from my body under my intense gushing of girl-cum. “Of course, if you’re unwilling…” I was hyperventilating, damn it. “I understand!” I laid my foot over the cock and squeezed it, domineeringly, feeling the lightning-fast streams of spunk coursing inside its duct-thick urethra. “I can understand why you would be afraid of my pussy.” I fingered myself much harder, feeling my bones almost be broken by the pressure of my turgid lips. “Have I defeated you already, o monster penis, or are you afraid that I can actually drain this,” I kicked the balls again, “all of this… on my own?”
With rumbles like the Earth itself was grunting, the cock began to rise. “Yes. Come on, baby.” I grabbed it with a hand, though soon I needed all my arms to embrace it. “Fuck! You are an awe-inspiring beast!” The cock suddenly lifted off the man’s breast and hit me with feral aggressivity, almost throwing me back with its impact. My body, however, was no longer the punching bag “slash” sex doll it was when that stud began to fuck me; with a hardening of all my muscles, I stood my ground and further punished that genitalia for its audacity by crushing it with both my feet.
“Noooo!!!” Like a giant bull, the man mooed. The earth literally trembled under the waves of his voice. “Pleeeease!!”
“Shut up!” I kicked his balls, feeling my feet almost sinking on their tanks of semen! “You’re no longer the one in charge!” With my biceps fondling the sides of that gargantuan cock, I saw its head growing immensely while it spewed gallons of semen juice into the skies. “I’m talking to the real beast here!” Placing my hands around his crown, I massaged it firmly, and the entire environment was filled with the rumbling, gurgling sounds of my rippling, bulging biceps. Steam came out of my body, the fire inside me hot enough to melt steel. That looked like a simple, loving massage, but in the tip of my fingers there was more strength to literally bent a coin like a tortilla. My fingers travelled around the cockhead, feeling its perfect texture while my feet—one on every testicle—massaged the balls so as to coax endless gallons of semen from them.
I wanted to see all that bull was capable off. “This is going to hurt a little, my love,” I kissed the crown, “for I want to see just how much semen you can hold on these wonderful jewels of yours before unloading it all.” I looked back briefly, seeing the balls inflating. “Fuck. You’re exhausted, yet the cum keeps coming! It’s like I’m witnessing, like, tens of thousands of horses unloading their virile jizz into an empty lake, and this lake getting filled with steamy horse cum in the blink of an eye.” I winked and bit my lips, only to them bit the bloated edges of his cockhead—every inch of them as thick as bread and hard as steel. “I always wanted to have a big, fat horse cock unloading inside of me. I think every girl my size fantasizes with it. Thankfully, I have a monster like you to dissuade me from bestiality: your penis is superior to any horse’s, and the cum it generates is enough to breed every mountain on planet Earth.” Wrapping my arms around the prick, I hugged it tight; the muscles of all my body were used to fondle and masturbate that cock—not so much a blowjob as it was a body-job! “Mm, baby, you’re so huge!” I saw the cockhead flowing past my massive bosom. “But I’m bigger! And harder! See how you can barely penetrate my breasts anymore! Fuck, my tits are like muscles themselves! I can even hear the muscle fibers inside them crushing your prick while I give you this galactic-class body-job!” I ground myself against that dick much harder, pumping his balls with my feet just as vigorously. “Fuck! Your monster cum-makers might be as big as yoga balls right now.” Peeking at my back briefly, I saw the skin of his ball-sack clinging around my ankles; my feet were slowly disappearing into the meat of his genitalia, like his testicles were literally eating them up! “Damn it, you horse! Is there ever an end to your cum?”
As I massaged his humongous cockhead with my fingers, slowly approaching the center of his hyper-active, erupting cumslit, I gulped and pondered about the possibility of actually draining that horse out. «Damn. This really is excessive cum!» I felt the semen so clearly around my feet, separated by the sturdy skin of his balls. «It’s like he’s sick!» The goo exploded from the cumslit, rising in a straight line as far into the sky as the eyes could see. «He’s really never produced nearly this much cum. I’m afraid I will end up spending a whole week just pumping cum out of this stud! Fuck, what am I even saying?» I ground my pussy against the vascular length of the cock, and the many turgid, throbbing arteries coaxed violent squirting orgasms out of it. The splashes formed rainbows over us, my muscles glistening like the machines of power they were. I was a living locomotive, and that cock was my match. «Fuck! This arouses me!!» I humped that dong like a male, massaging its head hard with both my whole palms. «I want to blow myself up with his monster cock! I don’t even give a damn anymore!»
Eventually, my fingers reached the edges of his urethra, and their pressure was enough to seal it and put an end to the streams of cum. Jizz covered my face and exploded everywhere right before the urethra was finally shut, with the monster roaring and crying as his cock got much fatter and full of unejaculated sperm. “Ooorhh!!!” For a moment, I thought he was literally breathing fire. “Whore!! What are you…?!”
I gave his balls a disciplined kick, feeling the spunk roar inside them. “Quiet, now.” With my long, python-like tongue, I caressed that cock. A little bit of spunk was still bubbling from its barely-shut urethra. I could hear its delicious bubbling, sizzling like hot water from the mouth of a cup. “I am going to pump you dry… with my fucking guts!” Laying my mouth on the tip of the cock, I gulped its delicious, brothy seed, all while the monster roared and tried to lift itself up to me.
“Nooo…!!” The tone of his voice was of utmost despair. When his muscles trembled that much, it was because of the overwhelming power they could barely contain—a power, by the way, which had once been used wholeheartedly on my body, spent on wracking my cunt and cock-battering my body with his thrusts and mighty gallons of junk; now, this trembling was sheer exhaustion. The giant male was depleted beyond all his means, with only his genitalia showing any sign of life. It must have felt really agonizing to him, indeed, such a gigantic male to be utterly, royally defeated by a mere human female on her first try. “How…?!” His grunts came out barely intelligible, usually more animalistic sounds than human whispers. “How can you…?!” He struggled to keep his eyes open. “How can you do…?” Then, he roared. The planet trembled. Mountains of jizz in the distance collapsed under the intense power of his scream, prompted by nothing less than my masochistic foot massage.
“Quiet now, my powerful stallion.” My feet sank on his massive sperm bags, feeling the tremendous loads just piling up ad infinitum. “I want to coax your seed. I’m super aroused to test your limits.” From time to time, his squirting of seed caught me off guard. “See really how much junk you can store on those heavy seed makers.”
“Please…!! I beg of you!!!” The ocean of spunk around him was swirling and moving away, pushed by the aura of agony that emanated from his pores. “No more!! Stop!!”
Still, my feet tortured his balls, and the roar of his incoming seed muffled even his own shouts. For fuck’s sake, I could hear the oceans being unloaded in those giant testicles, which grew immensely bloated under the pressure. I felt my feet getting more and more lost in that meaty testicular semen-filled storage room, wondering if the balls would grow to the size of mountains between the stud’s legs. “Fuck, my horse! You’re a cum-making machine!”
After a vigorous (and particularly vicious) massage, something outstanding happened: the balls stalled, and then eventually shrunk! They were much more massive than basketballs, but something indicated they wouldn’t grow any larger than that. Yet still, the semen kept coming: *glooorsh! Gloorsh! Glooorsh!!* were the loud, sloshing noises inside those balls, getting fuller without growing bigger. My heart skipped a beat, for I was before a new and scary phenomenon, and I didn’t know how dangerous that thing could prove to be.
The cock between my arms achieved a hardness that can only be described as diamond-like; it felt like I was holding an elemental force of nature between my biceps. Now, all of my power and flexing failed to make even the thinnest bloated vein in its surface cave by a single fraction of millimeter. The cock grew harder, heavier, dense as a fucking planet, all without growing an inch in girth—thank god, otherwise it would be too ridiculously big, even for that titan of a male!
A brief smirk graced my man’s face. I wondered if he was finally recovering from our sexual onslaught. «God! Is this his second form?» His tone was mighty and rumbling: “you worthless bitch! You activated a beast not even I can control!” True to his words, thin threads of semen exploded from his prick, and I had to divert all the strength of my body to the tip of my fingers to massage that cockhead back into submission; it was like fondling a massive sphere of concrete, though.
Unfazed by the challenge, I smirked back at him. “Get up and fuck me senseless, if you’re really that powerful!”
The confidence in my man disappeared for a second, replaced by an overwhelming dissatisfaction: “I can’t. My muscles…” He tried getting up, yet I could literally hear his joints betraying him, his muscles failing to give him enough power for even the basic task. “You fucking whore!”
I laughed. “Have I beaten you, my beast?” I laid my mouth on his cumslit. For the love of Eros, that thing was enormous! Everything in his monster prick was superlative, but the width of his urethra alone was the clearest reminder of his unbridled breeding power: once fully opened, that urethra would be thicker than a very muscular arm! «Fuck!» I widened my eyes. «I could stick my fist in his cumslit!» Unyielding and unbroken, however, I instead stuck my tongue into the urethra, allowing it to open and explode with semen inside my mouth.
The jizz exploded from my nostrils and even my eyes. I gargled on that seed while blowing it back on the cock, coating it while massaging it with my hands. “There, there.” I spoke in between bursts of jizz. “Feed me some nice male nectar!” I ate his seed while keeping control of his cock’s actions. The monster appeared shocked by my authority, as well as my ability to withstand his monstrous blasts.
“Y-you… whore!!” He grunted every time I vomited his spunk back. The sight of every orifice on my face oozing with his seed must have been especially flattering for his ego. “You have no idea what you’ve done, have you? My cock…” He groaned, and we both heard the immense, rumbling roar of the insane bulk of cum that was added to his testicles. “It will now produce enough seed to fill this whole place all over again, as if we have not fucked.” He clutched his hands, his arms swelling like tree trunks. “You fucking whore! I won’t be able to stop cumming! My balls are unleashing pure power, and you…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I slid my tongue deep into his urethra, making sure that the meaty walls of his prick, however, remained firmly closed; my tongue and his cock were two in the same, the pressure sometimes almost ripping it from my mouth. The semen barely flowed out, and I could feel its pressure growing at the tip of my tongue. “Then why don’t your balls grow any bigger? Why is you cock so small?” I punched and squeezed that monster. “A mere sixty-inch breeder. Disappointing!”
The monster sort of chuckled and grunted, never knowing how serious I was. “You… fuck…!!” His breath was likewise trapped in between self-control and hyperventilation; as I kept conversing perfectly, I slid my tongue deeper into his urethra, making his cock bulge even wider with both the girth of my monster tongue and the pressure of his semen. Within seconds, a massive, spherical bulge was formed in the very middle of his cock, with my tongue fully unwrapped within him.
“Mm, stud! I can taste your seed straight from the source.” I twitched my tongue, and my poor male…
“No!!” His eyes bulged. His breath disappeared. “NO!!!” He couldn’t understand what was happening to him. Even that pleasure, that agony… the sensations were all too sudden and too aggressive. “NOOO-OOOARRHH!!!” He began to shout and roar to the heavens, his body thrashing around like every cell in him was being tortured. His balls rumbled and froze like two massive pieces of stone; I saw myself rising up, getting taller, for my feet were now standing on pure blocks of concrete for testicles, the surface of his balls as rigid as titanium. «Jesus!» Still, I kept twitching my tongue inside his urethra; the semen just piled up and burned much hotter, adding steel to the intense pressure in the middle of his breeder. Not a single drop of it was allowed to get out, though, for I laid my uber-muscular arms around that cock, gave it a sensuous, caring hug, and then… I squeezed it.
“WHOOOOOORE!!!!” His screams would have been heard at the farthest, opposite edges of the galaxy. His words were soon lost amidst his erratic, beastly roars. His body began to thrash wildly on the grounding, jumping with me on his crotch, moving from place to place. His muscles were throbbing and expanding on their own; for every calculated twitch of my tongue, I could spot the electrical synapses snapping inside of him, forming waves of pure orgasmic torture that ran from the tip of his cock all the way up to his head. His eyes—his beautiful, ocean-blue eyes—bulged obscenely, almost comically. «How do you like the feeling of overwhelming, deadly pleasure?» I twitched and twisted my tongue inside him… harder! Poor bull!! At times, even his screams were too many to get out; they got stuck in his throat, which bloated just as hard as his cock. “The feeling of so much pleasure you swear you’re about to die?” With my powerful arms, I squeezed that inflexible dick; my shoulders widened and my back muscles roared, their size and definition almost defying my own skin. If I kept growing so much, I would end up tearing it! Fuck! What a monstrous sight, a woman made of pure, raw, burning muscles! «This is how you made me feel when you first touched me, motherfucker!» I squeezed him and I squeezed him and I squeezed him… «Die! Suffer!! Feel every bit of pain and agony that I felt when you fingered me! When you licked me!» My muscles roared. «When you fucked me!!»
“ROOOOOOAAARR!!!!” The lower half of his penis kept growing. Monstrous veins gathered around his cock, a thorny crown for his massive stone pillar. “MERCY!!!”
The tears… oh! The many tears in his eyes almost made me pity him and change my mind. «Poor stud! Such a wonderful man should never suffer so much!»
I made sure that he suffered so much more: flexing the thirty inches of my goddess tongue, I made it bloat and enlarge like a giant penis itself, crushing my man’s urethra and making the upper half of his cock wider. The beast’s agony was such that his screams vanished altogether, and he was left in a silent state of blissful pain, his mouth hanging open, his tongue sliding out and shaking in the air, like a snake hit by a lightning, and every muscle in his body tense and hardened, its countless veins turning me on like crazy. «Damn, ain’t that a fine bull!» I tried massaging his balls with my feet again, but the testicles were literally harder than granite. «Fuck!» I could hear the semen coming, but where the fuck was it actually getting stored?
My tits braced the cock. They were two orbs almost as rigid as his testicles, and the pressure inside them, though not nearly comparable to that of the semen in his prick, was still great enough to make the milk squirt through its nipples with loud fury, releasing steam as it shot to the distance. I placed those massive breasts around the crown of his monster cock, hugging the rest of it with my powerful arms and my equine legs. Gnarling my white, shiny teeth, with my canines now as prominent as a predator’s, I bit the very top of that gargantuan prick, giving it an all-out squeeze with my tits, biceps, thighs, and abs.
My entire body was glued to his member; even an iron seal wouldn’t fell nearly as hard that!
My teeth hurt when they met his crown. I could make the rest of his body bleed with my power, but not his cock. «This really is some fine-ass piece of meat!» I tried biting it, but I couldn’t hurt him. The only sensations my bites elicited from him were pleasurable ones. Okay, fine: I was going to kill him with orgasms anyway.
My tongue swirled inside his urethra. Fuck! I wondered it was possible for a woman to actually suck her man dry… straight from the balls! Like… insert her impossibly-long tongue all the way deep into that urethra, and then suck the semen straight from the testicles themselves. «Can my tongue actually go inside the ducts of his balls?» My knowledge of male anatomy was inversely proportional to the length of my tongue in him. «Fuck! If I had double the inches, I would be sucking his balls straight from their core!» Another painful sensation stirred my thoughts. «Jesus Christ, this milk! I can feel it burning on my tongue!»
The monster prick looked like it had a yoga ball stuck in its lower half. The pressure of both the liquid and vaporized semen, as well as its burning steam, had turned the urethra into a boiler of molten seed. The liquid at the tip of my tongue burned like molten metal, and I could feel the bubbles rising from the core of his balls all the way up to my member. Still, not a single drop of that nectar flowed up, the blockage of my tongue in his urethra being so perfect. “My god!” I managed to speak perfectly, for now my abilities were superhuman. “Your semen is acquiring density and viscosity as to make all the gallons you came so far taste like water! The pressure inside your cock is gigantic!” Moving my feet over the solid surface of his turgid balls, I realized what he meant by his previous words. “You are still adding semen all the time, every fucking second, but the semen itself is not growing in volume. My god!” I shivered from head to toe. “Jesus fucking Christ!” It was impossible! The solidity of his balls, the sturdiness of his cock, the melting heat inside the living boiler in his urethra, it all meant that… “Your density! It’s your density that’s increasing!” My guts and stomach churned aggressively, a primal fear compelling them to turn. “You keep adding wad after monster wad of semen without growing in size. This means…” I touched his balls with the soles of my feet. “Damn it, stud! Your balls must be weighting over a ton each, yet they remain only somewhat bigger than basketballs!”
My heart beat faster by the minute. That was a facet of my stud I had never even thought possible. “You can split a mountain in half by unleashing all this semen at once!” I looked at him, not daring to take my tongue out. Despite what all the situation indicated, I defied the danger with a chuckle, then a smile. “This is exciting! It’s exactly what I was expecting when I said I was going to pump you dry!” Giving tiny kicks on his balls, I then kicked them more violently, knowing that my feet would no longer sink or slip on their concrete-like texture and titanium-hard density. “Cum harder, harder, harder!!” I heard the new loads of semen sloshing deeper and slower inside the tanks; their volume was insane—a car-sized load per ball, per second—but their storage was much different, focusing on crazy new levels of pressure instead of volume. The balls grew maybe a few fractions of millimeters per minute, while their weight was growing by the hundreds of pounds at the same time. The same happened to his cock, and his sheet of muscles became even harder and more insanely shredded as his body began to descent on the pool of cum, then cave in the ground behind his back. The earth slowly crumbled, with (yet another) massive crater forming around us underneath all those tons of spunk.
My entire being shivered. It was time! “I’m going to mount you with my rear! I will pump you dry with my ass, guts, and stomach.” I winked at him, his face long gone, his soul trapped in a realm of orgasmic torment, every muscle in his body flexed to the max, the number of thick, throbbing veins covering every pec of his superior than a few hundred bulls. Insane! Absolutely fucking insane. “I don’t want you to hold back.” Hardening my tongue, I communicated to his cock that something amazing was about to happen: “when I have your penis firmly lodged in my stomach… I want you to unleash with your semen in me… at full fucking force!” My toes stood on the iron-like surface of his balls, now so perfectly spherical with cum that even their thousands of veins, arteries, and ducts had become only internal rivers in his concrete-like masses of burning semen. Smoke and steam rose from the balls in such density as to obscure my lower body, sometimes with only my head and tits showing up. Those balls were, each of them, living volcanoes! The entirety of the Krakatoan explosion would barely compare to the heat and power coursing in a single vein amongst the thousands surrounding a single testicle! “Do you hear me, stud?” I power-kicked those testicles, and then the prick throbbed with more waddles of semen being injected in it every single second. “Do not dare hold an ounce of your cum back! I want you to shoot in me like I’m fucking the gun of a literal war tank! Unload fully in me, no mercy, no fear, the full power of your volcanic eruption into my guts just so I can show you how strong I truly am!” Then, taking the monster by surprise, as shown by the sudden freezing of his muscles, I pulled a single inch of my tongue back on his prick—an inch that felt like a mile of over-sexed stimulation. A single thread of spunk managed to flow up between my tongue and his urethra, and once it blasted off the urethra… «oof!! Damn it!» Holy shit, that thing felt like a white laser! The thread of over-pressurized spunk literally shut my cheek up! Thankfully, it was just a shallow cut, but enough to make me bleed continuously on his monster dong. The shot of sperm had literally made the clouds above us move away, clearing up a circular area of the skies. Holy fucking shit! If that wasn’t power, I didn’t know what else could be! “That’s it! I want all this spunk within me, with not a joule less of strength in my guts!” I slid another inch of tongue out, making sure to keep his urethra still fully blocked. His balls throbbed, finally growing another inch of radius as waterfalls of seed were unloaded within them. Their pressure now defied the limits of physics! I could feel that, indeed, judging by how deep they sank on the solid ground, like two massive towers of iron built upon quicksand. Still, I kept my level on that cock, now steadily pulling my tongue back. “Until then, however, you will not cum.” Steam burst through the nostrils of my bull. “Do you hear me, stud?” I kicked his balls so hard that, if they were made of metal, they would have been bent under my blow. “I will take my tongue and my fingers off your monster bull cock, and it will remain just as agonizingly pressured as it is, with an ocean of seed constrained in this tiny, pindick-sized space, yet despite all this… you!” I kicked him. “Will!” I kicked him again. “No!” I jumped and kicked him with both feet. “CUM!” A kicked one more time, and the tears were literally squirted through his eyes. “Not until I give you the order! Not until I feel your monster cock throbbing literally on my stomach, and I give you the permission to unleash your virile seed, you hear me?” I kicked his balls again and again and again, brutally, savagely, with enough strength now as to tear holes through three-feet-thick of titanium ground. “Fucking nod if you hear me! Do you hear me or not stud? Do you?!” I kicked him. “DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU FUCKING WORTHLESS BITCH?!!”
Fighting against his multidimensional levels of pain, with veins growing and bloating all over his body, from his crotch up to his neck, the monster channeled the remainder of his energies into his neck muscles, and then, with his eyes completely bloodshot, literally crying and sneezing blood, he painfully moves his head up, painfully moved it down. “Yes.”
My smile was Sadism incarnate. “Good.” I looked to his prick. “Let’s see how good your word is.”
Without any further warnings, I slid the rest of my tongue out in an instant. *Sweep!* The world… oh! It appeared to have stopped as my tongue left that prick and snapped back into my mouth. The tension was unsurmountable! It was unbearable! You could even see flames leaving the prick as my tongue was rapidly withdrawn from it. Any lesser penis would have been ripped off raw and clean by that movement, and even that mighty cock suffered with my sudden, unannounced blow.
The penis shivered. Like a mighty metal rod on an earthquake, it trembled and rumbled, suddenly free from any obstacle blocking its spunk. Steam burst through the cumslit, causing immense agony to the cock’s master. My beautiful stud roared and suffered, his body frozen in orgasmic torture: “ooohh-uuur-oooaarrh!!!” His roars sounded kinda retarded. His brain was melting under all that pleasure. I puffed up my chest, my massive tits swinging heavily with milk, smirking with pride on my own control over his orgasm. The spunk threatened to flow up and explode in a planet-swiping mythic flood. I coughed suggestively and talk down to the prick: “be a good boy now. Do. Not. Cum!”
My man roared. The earth shook. The veins sprawled over his Herculean physique like he had the entire vascular system of a bull or a stallion for every limb. The muscles in his abs roared and swelled. He was a massive, unyielding beast, and I breathed hard every time I looked too long at him. His power was pussy-drenching. I was oozing nectar through my cunt all the time. The urge to finger myself violently was almost irresistible, but I managed to hold my ground, spreading my legs so as to decrease a little the pressure in my cunt lips.
The semen flowed and bloated in the middle of his prick. To be very honest, I do not know how the man was physically able to control his prick and keep his urethra sealed at that point. For any normal human male, it would be anatomically impossible: the semen trapped in the lower half of the mast made it look twice as thick than the upper half—which, by itself, was already as swollen as a fucking basketball! The pressure of that molten seed was enough to cut through miles of steel! If released on the Earth, I’m sure it would have pierced it down to its freaking core!
I gulped, realizing that I would have to take the brunt of all that sperm! «A monster who’s able to hold so much spunk at such pressure in his cock,» my fingers darted around my pussy, «is able to do anything. Anything!»
I stepped out of the bull’s balls, which were perfectly spherical and massive, each of them as big as a backpack. “Woman!!” My titan roared, steam rising from his every pore. “Please!! Release me from this ag…”
“Shoosh.” I placed my finger on my lips and shooshed him back into compliance. Oh, what an obedient bull he was, staying so quiet at my slightest command. His throat swelled and his eyes melted, the agony so intense it made it look like his massive breast was about to explode, yet still that gorgeous titan complied to my every desire. Oh, isn’t that the dream of any woman? “Big. Strong.” I placed my hands on the turgid, steel-like surface of his sixty-inch breeding pole. “Huge cock. Massive pecs. Killer abs.” I massaged it, ennobling my titan with my admiring touch. “Immense balls. So much cum.” I kneeled on his balls again. Those beasts reached up to my fucking bellybutton even when resting so low on the sunken ground! I licked my lips and laid my face on them again. My eyes doubled in size. “Fuck.” My pussy dripped audibly. “They are as hard as concrete. The semen in here…”
“Shoosh. It’s insane!” I tapped on the balls, then gave them tiny, quick slaps, feeling my hands hit them as if I was slapping a statue. “Jesus. How much seed do you have stored in here?” I raised up my hands, and huge threads of goo connected my palms to their surface. I looked attentively at those balls, and realized they were sweating spunk. “Oh, come on, you’re too much a man!” I licked my hands. My body shivered. Squirt blasted off my cunt. “Fuck!” I stood up. “You’re perfect. You’re so perfect.” The monster dick was throbbing all the time, getting harder at every second. I stood over his monstrous thighs, placing my cunt over his balls, and leaned forward to give that god cock a gentle kiss. “Calm down, bully-bull. Your release is coming shortly.”
“Whoooore!!” His face was red and bloated. The tears flowed uninterruptedly. It was a pitiful sight, but also one which filled me with sympathy.
“I love y-…” My tongue almost spoke without my consent. I had to shake my head and laugh those thoughts off to think clearly. What the fuck did I almost say? “Nevermind.” I looked to the monstrous cock, shivering so hard it looked like there were two or three cocks sharing roughly the same space. I laid my hands around it, trying to comfort it, but my touch only made the trembling much louder and stronger. “You know, I am in no obligation to satisfy you.” I took my hands off and guided them to my cunt, which was as swollen as a grapefruit and heavy as a cannon ball. “If anything, you are the slave meant to satisfy me—the mother of your children, bearer of your offspring.” I fingered myself. Cum blasted off my cunt and into his balls, washing them from all the seed they kept sweating. The force of my squirt was such that it massaged those iron balls, adding pressure to my man, who now cried like a baby.
“Pleeeease, my queen, please!!!” His voice, though always grave, now sounded like one of a desperate teenager begging for a kind prostitute’s pussy. “That’s too much!!” Steam burst from his urethra. The semen rose, but then flowed back in his dong. “I can’t t-… I…” His tears… god! They were so many! “I’m going to rip my dick off if I can’t get any release!! I rather die than to… to feel all of this!!” His body rumbled powerfully, like every muscle in his giant frame was a living gong. “I’M GOING TO FUCKING RIP MY BALLS OFF!!!”
“Pff, what a drama king!” I aimed my pussy higher, giving that cock and his body a steamy hot bath. “Fine. I will give you release.”
“Oooorh!!!” Those simple words were enough to make his semen rise up to three quarters of his dick, with steam and smoke now bursting from his urethra like a fucking volcano. I gulped, wondering what kind of mess I had got myself into. «Damn. Am I going to be cooked alive by this penis?» I looked down to my own body, trusting the superhuman properties that alien world had dotted me with. «Well, no turning back now. It is my job and my duty to satisfy my male, especially after all this torture I submitted him to.» With a mighty snap of the finger, my made my pussy shut, and the cock too obeyed the command by pushing the semen all the way down to the core of his balls again. My belly inflated slightly with all the juice that I withheld. «Oh, well,» I licked my lips, «it appears both of us are full. Well,» I stepped forward, «time to die, I guess.»
I touched the crown of the prick. It was much larger than a basketball, and every time it throbbed it became twenty, thirty percent bigger. It was red and bruised, suffering so much with the superhuman pressure it had to withstand. The dick was unyielding. I would never be able to climb it all up, let alone pull that thing down. “You gorgeous stud! How does it feel to have a thousand-pound pussy seeder in your crotch, huh?”
Though crying a lot, the monster smiled. “Bitch! My penis weights three thousand pounds!”
“I know. Oh, I know… and I can feel every goddamned pound of it.” I caressed that monster penis, knowing full well my fondling was only getting it much, much closer to exploding! “I’m gonna mount it anally. I’ll tame this three-thousand-pound beast with my stronger, muscular rear, and I will show you just how weak you truly are, my bull.” Walking past his dick, I stood on his biceps, pulling his dick up. “Now come, come, my mighty dong! I know you rest more easily on your stud’s chest.” The motion was surprisingly effortless: the dick almost barely needed a touch to bend towards the man’s torso—if anything, my man needed to concentrated to keep it still, for resting on his pecs was the cock’s natural position. “At this level of hardness, all you want is to lay on your master’s chest, isn’t it, my beautiful cock?” The monster prick followed me, sometimes poking and pushing me by my back. “Oh, calm down, calm down now. I can understand your hurry.” I kneeled on my man’s chest, with his dick now crushing me from behind. “Who wouldn’t want to lay on such a muscular, virile chest?” My hands worshiped his wide, iron breasts, his sturdy, bulging shoulders. “Mm!! So virile! So powerful! Look at your muscles, rippling with so much raw energy!”
I shut that stud up with my mouth. His dick throbbed on my back, crushing me tighter against his body. God, his veins! How sweet and delicious it was to feel those swollen, finger-thick veins throbbing on my back. His cock was power! Raw, unbridled masculine power, and the hundreds of gallons of scorching blood that flowed in it just made me ooze gallons of squirt on his abs.
Our tongues fought inside our mouths, each of us trying to get to each other’s throats. We already shared a sexual connection, knowing each other’s moves and trying to beat each other in their own game. The monster grunted and breathed steam on my face, but I responded with hot breaths of steam of my own. Slowly, he wrapped his monstrous arms around my back—yet his cock, look at that, it stood in the way! «Fuck, you’re so huge everywhere!» My French kiss stopped for a little due to my amazement; the monster was now hugging my body and his own cock at the same time. I could hear the powerful grunts rumbling inside his breast. His massive pecs tickled me and coaxed milk out of my tits, for they trembled and vibrated with power all the time.
That was a game, and he was playing it masterfully! I couldn’t believe my own lack of control as a long, feminine moan escaped my mouth: “aahee, daddy!!” My cunt unloaded gallons on his cock, and I could feel my monstrous juices climbing over my own back, making it rain feminine nectar all around us.
The monster penetrated my cunt and ass with his fingers, masturbating me doubly with such expertise I never though any man could possess—males just shouldn’t be so cognizant of a woman’s body! Not even the world’s most masterful lesbian knew so many pleasure spots on my body as that beast effortlessly pressed and over-stimulated with his fingers now. I was cumming and crying on his mouth, finding it impossible to kiss him so intensely. “Fuck!!” The squirt exploded from my cunt like a machine gun. My guts were churning around, the fire burning in my loins. “Oh, fuck!!” The air escaped my body completely until I felt my lungs on fire. My face was pure terror; my eyes nearly bulging with the pressure.
“You forgot who the god is here.” With one of his hands, the monster lifted my crotch. He withdrew his fingers from my anus and held my back in place, pushing my torso against his chest while lifting my hips higher with his other hand. At least two of his fingers remained deep inside my pussy, stirring it so wildly I was squirting gallons into the air. Who saw my cunt from afar would swear I had a huge hydrant exploding from within. My gallons formed rivers (and rainbows) in the air, with arcs of female goo reaching as far as hundreds of feet away.
The monster smiled as he expertly fingered me, his one or two fingers managing to hit my clit, my labia, my walls, my cervix, and even my womb all at the same time—when your fingers are each as large as a man’s horse cock, such sexual feats are not only possible, but routine. “My god!!” I had dominated him for so long that I forgot just how intense his orgasms on me could be. “Oh, my… ooh!!”
The monster lifted my crotch until he could finger me easily with his hand resting on my belly. His measurements were so insane that his stretched-out palm covered my entire hips and belly. “Do you want me to finger you like a machine before I stretch you up like a doll?”
“Yes!!” I answered, and a second later I regretted my words.
His fingers penetrated and masturbated me like pistons of an engine. In one swell move, three of those machine-like sausages penetrated me, and at all times those fingers penetrated my womb with perfect synchrony and wild intensity. The monster wasn’t kidding when he told me he would “finger me like a machine;” it literally felt as it his fingers were connected to come giant engine of endless power, each finger hitting me like a baseball bat.
“Fuuuuu-oooh!!!” My screams were wild. My tits lactated profusely. The male opened his mouth and ate each of my tits up, gulping loudly while his fingering only intensified.
The pool of semen gave way to my oceans of girl cum: I came so intensely that my squirts no longer formed an arc, but powerful gushes straight into the horizon. The power of my squirts was such there were shockwaves forming alongside the steam and the smoke in my cunt. Sometimes, flames came through it, burning the monster’s fingers, yet only adding to his arousal. “Mmmr!! Mmmr!!” His grunts grew more savage, beastly, animalistic. His sucking of my tits became ferocious. I was feeding him with bathtubs of thick milk every second while bathing his legs with oceans of squirt. My screams grew so high-pitched they eventually disappeared, and my body was left in orgasmic paralysis just as his fingers entered the next stage of their expert fucking.
His thumb constantly rubbed my clit. Somehow that monster could move it in such a way as to both push and pull my clit at the same time! With a single thumb, he made me feel as if I was being fingered, sucked, and also lightly bitten on my clitoris. For fuck’s sake, the amount of juices I came with that thumb alone would fill up a whole Olympic swimming pool—and then so much more!! “Fuck me!!” I came in my super high-pitched, slutty voice. “Fuck me, stud, fuck me!”
“Beg for it, whore.”
My consciousness was barely in place as I realized I had become the filling for his literal sandwich of cock: his penis crushing me from behind, his body squeezing me from the front. The lower half of his cock had inflated so much that it was literally as wide as my uber-muscular body. That guy was wider than the entire length of a literal horse cock! “Jesus!! Stud!! Don’t you… aah!!” How much and how hard did I come between every word? For fuck’s sake, who could possibly count?! “Aren’t you dying with cum??! Don’t you have so much cum in your cock you were about to literally explode a minute earlier?!”
The monster spoke with his mouth firmly planted on my tits, drinking so much of my thick, hot milk that at times the liquid squirted out through his nostrils. “Whore. Did you forget that you’re fucking a god?”
Those words alone, combined with the pussy-exploding gravity of his voice, made me unload a whole other ocean of spunk. I was crying out in fear of what he could do, knowing full well that he could thrash my very soul with those expert fingers. Somehow, I actually preferred to be anally ruined instead! «His cock destroying my anus and my guts will be less intense than these orgasms he gives me with his fingers!» Lifting my back up so high that my tits uncoupled from his mouth, I screamed so hard that the few clouds remaining above us on the sky moved away: “PLEASE, STUD!!!” Then, I managed to control myself a little bit: “fuck me! Crush me!!” I looked him with such intense eyes! “Destroy me, stud, and destroy my ass!! I don’t care what it takes, but violate me with all your power!! Fill me, blast me, explode me with all your horse cum!”
“Uuurh, whore!!” The monster too lifted his head up high and roared. My god, he roared, and with that roar I was reminded of the galaxy-wide chasm that separated us both: my ears, along with my whole head, almost exploded with that intense, beastly roar, and if my scream had moved away a few clouds, his roar completely wiped out the skies on the whole planet, making even the moons above us tremble with its power.
Looking up, feeling my head dizzy and my brain somewhat melted, I saw a few comets whisking by the sky, and I knew that it was my man’s roar that managed to take those satellites from their orbits and have them fall here in this planet.
I couldn’t gaze upon those wonders for too long, however: the monster aggressively and quickly lifted me up on his body, my tits gushing gallons of milk on his cheeks, and then lined up my cunt on his prick, which expelled gushes of steam inside my me. I screamed, I came, I squirted. My jets of woman cum met his clouds of steam in the middle with an explosion, and the ground caved deeper around us, the crater growing insanely wider under all that spunk.
Everything happened all too fast, and the orgasms raking my body made it all look so much faster: it may have been barely a third of a second for the giant to lift me up and line me with his cock, and a fraction of that for him to push my body down and press my cunt with his horrendous crown. By god, I squirted! The jets of spunk from my cunt were so strong that they even pushed my body away for a while. The monster grunted and flexed, squeezing my waist with his hands like a bottle of toothpaste. I weighed over a literal ton in pure muscles, yet this made little difference for that god stud, who weighted basically the same in his biceps alone. “Oh, my god! Stud!!” I had to sing my praises to him: “you god of sex!!”
My pussy roared and gushed harder on his cock, spreading my juices everywhere as if raining over an entire, fertile field, seeding it with life.
Then, all my words disappeared. A loud, booming, echoing tearing noise was heard, and it rippled through the ocean of semen as far as many miles around me. His monstrous, oversized helmet was pressed against my anus, and then it stretched it out like I was made of rubber. Nah, scratch that: even rubber would have been ripped and torn and shredded by that gargantuan, body-breaking spear!
“Uuuurh-ooooaarh!!!” I shouted. My man roared. The earth and the skies quaked again. The monster penis reached my guts and straightened them without resistance. The swirls and curls of my intestines were undone by the turgid rigidity of that godly penis, which took just another second to poke through my stomach and make my belly bloat as if my kids were already nine-months old. Fuck that! My belly was even bigger! After all the air was pushed away from me, I looked down and saw the horrendous bulge of that monster prick reaching all the way up to my belly. My crotch had been stretched as wide as three women side-by-side, and my anus was now twitching and pulsating with over fifteen-inches of breeding rod for thickness.
“Jesus…!!!” Saliva drooled while my cunt jettisoned squirt into that prick. “Jesus…!!!” The tears soon followed, propelled outward by the insane pressure of those thirty-inches of cock inside my body.
Thirty inches. Thirty inches! No normal woman would take even the tip of the crown of that divine breeding tool in their anuses, let alone eat up a hole half of it. The thickest part of his cock, however, showed me that the monster could torture and rip me much more brutally still, if he so desired. “Stud!” I looked at him. My mouth kept repeating it like a retard: “stud! Stud! Stud!!”
I waited for it. Goddamn, it felt like an eternity! The seed was there, bloating the lower half of his majestic dong, with yet more oceans bubbling in his balls, ready to fill me a million times over, so much seed that I would be literally oozing spunk for the rest of my life!
Every inch of my body covered in spunk! The very membranes of my organs—lungs, kidneys, stomach, my heart, my fucking brain!—everything injected with semen and destroyed by the power of his violent sperm.
I wanted that, and I wanted more. “Kill me!!” I screamed. “Kill me with your spunk!!” The wait, however, was not just worse than the torture; it was the torture! “What are you waiting for, you worthless horse??!” My voice was almost muffled under the loud gushes of my cunt. “FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HOLE AND EXPLODE ME!!”
The monster smirked. “Don’t you remember your own words?” I was too mad to answer him in the moment: my cunt and tits were exploding, each with their respective oceans of sexual fluids. “I am not supposed to cum until you give me the order… my queen.” He mockingly bowed to me. “Well, my love… I await your orders.”
The following words left my throat with such aggression and violence that I literally coughed blood into the air: “CUUUUM!!!! CUM, YOU FUCKING HORSE!! CUM!! CUM!!! CUUUUUM!!!!”
I heard a snap in my ears and a roar in his cock right before the jizz flowed up.
The monster came. Everything turned white.
* Two months later *
The black box descended from the skies, its rectangular faces turning to every direction, trying to find a single point of reference.
Judging by how the thing hovered in the air, erratically and at many different speeds, it was clear the thing was lost, its behavior that betraying impatience. The box made little sound except for its whistling in the air, and whatever noise it made was muffled by the burning of the planet beneath it, all coated to the brim with white magma.
I had to raise my hand so that it finally found me. “Hey-ey!” The box turned to me. “Looking for m-?”
Shit! Waves arose on the white, dense ocean as the box made its way towards us at triple the speed of sound. Once it stopped, it did so without any deceleration, yet that sudden brake somehow didn’t produce the same shockwave of its initial burst of speed. Instead, the force of its halt was like a tender breeze on my face, making my tits even feel itchy and cool goosebumps all over. “Mm, wow. You in a hurry, me aliens?”
The box moved up and down, carefully analyzing the situation. “What…?” To my surprise, the voices inside were shocked, shocked! “What happened here??”
I ignored the question to coax a little bit more sperm out of the massive, soft dong I was holding. “Mm, just a minute, my darlings. Mm!” I licked my lips as my hands firmly squeezed the cum out of the monster dong. “I’m still a little dehydrated, you see.” I laughed. “Or maybe I’m just thirsty as fuck, who knows!” A giant blob of cum formed at the tip of the huge, but now deflated prick. “Mm! Delicious!”
I placed the soft cock in my mouth, twerking my ass on the gigantic balls while pumping that dick for more delicious sauce. The junk erupted loudly and thickly into my mouth, filling it so much and so fast that the delicious offering oozed through my lips and nostrils.
I kept drinking the semen regardless, filling my belly with gallon after gallon of cum while the monster beneath me squirmed and moaned. “Oooh… ooorh!!” Sometimes, his bursts of pleasure were strong enough to make him jump on the bed of semen we were laying at, almost succeeding in waking him up. “Love…” He blurted out mindlessly. “My love… mm… so much… uh… I don’t…” Then, he was back to snoring again: “no more cum…”
“Oh, quite the opposite!” I smiled while pumping gallon after gallon of god-thick jizz into my mouth. “You will pump in me all the cum in the world, baby.” I tapped on his balls, which rumbled with both exhaustion and contentment, adding yet more gallons of seed to the menu. “Your momma’s hungry!” Next, I fondled my huge belly lovingly. “She needs way more seed to feed the virile studs she’s gonna give birth to!”
“*Cahem!*” The voices impatiently reminded me of their presence. “What are you doing, earthling? What the hell has happened here?”
Giving it a naughty smile, I plopped that dick out of my mouth and turned it to my muscular body, bathing every muscle and every inch of my goddess skin with that thick, virile man sauce. “Oh, I guess I own you an explanation, right?” I looked around at the place, seeing its absolute, shocking ruination. “Fuck. Yeah, right… gosh, where do I begin?”
And I told those aliens everything that had transpired in the past four months.
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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.
“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!”
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…
What can you do when a true god walk towards you, wanting nothing less than to ravish you with endless orgasms and a sex powerful enough to open up craters on a mountain?
What can you do when a literal 7.6ft-tall, 925-pound Olympian god approaches, wanting nothing but to devour you like you’ve never been devoured before??
I looked for answers to these questions while the male walked to me at that very moment, lifting my friend Camila high in the air, holding her by the hair with a single hand, swinging her muscular, ripped Amazon side to side as if he were nothing.
‘You see your friend? Do you see the sorry state I put her in?’
My heart beat so fast I wasn’t sure I was going to survive that.
For the past forty minutes, I had witnessed that monster male reduce her to a puddle of endless orgasms —and it was not as if she were a weak woman, oh! Far from it!
At 6ft-tall and 210 pounds of muscle, Camila was the second most ripped and powerful of us all.
Only I was mightier than her, with my 6.5-feet of height and no less than 250 pounds of muscle in an hourglass Amazon body, not to mention a face that —modesty be screwed— was nothing less than one of the world’s most beautiful and utterly divine.
And still, even with all her body and strength, my Spartan warriors couldn’t resist more than ten minutes with that male before crying for her life!
«Aaahee, aaahee, aaahee!!!» Her screams still echoed in my memory, almost making me traumatized.
While that mega-god walked to me, holding my friend by the hair with a single arm, suspended in the air as if she weighed nothing, I saw pints and more pints of the world’s whitest, thickest, densest spunk flowing out of her cunt.
Though my friend had a ripped, 6-pack abs, she was swollen like a pregnant lady at that point, leaking the full gallon of spunk the male had ejaculated in her.
Buum, buuumm…!! With his firm, heavy steps, the male walked to me, displaying Camila’s body like a hunter with his prey.
‘You see this rag of meat I turned your friend into?’ Blaaam!! He gave her ass a tremendous slap, making her body shake like a punching bag. ‘You see it? Do you?’
Paaaaaff!! Paaaaaaffff!!Blaaam!! Blaaaam!! He unleashed his slaps on that ass like it was his property —she was his to do whatever he pleased, and my pussy came with that sense of authority alone!
Squiiiisshh!! Squiiiiiiiiiiissshh!!! My juices flowed down the boulder I laid on, getting lost in the ocean of spunk the male had come all around me.
That youth, at little over eighteen years old, had come enough to fill up dozens of thousands of trucks with his seed!
The hills and the forest were all drenched in white for at least two miles of radius, with thick rivers of spunk flowing down the mountain slope like a fertile, fervent, manly lava.
The whole nature smelled like cum, as if the male had fecundated mother Earth herself.
‘Ooohee!!’ I came. ‘Aaaaheee!!’
The man swung her body from side to side, smiling like a devil as he displayed exactly what he was about to do to me. ‘Get ready, my whore, for now I’m gonna work you up… for the next five hours straight!’
He had dominated the entire university not even a full month after the classes had begun. It was unbearable having to hear about the guy in every chat, everywhere, all the time.
‘Who’s this Rodrigo, really?’ I asked my friends, who always answered with a great deal of discomfort and a hint of jealously.
‘Looks like he’s Oliveira’s ‘pupil.”
I remember quite well the funnnylooks they gave each other, ass well as their surprised expression when asking me:
‘Man… you don’t know the guy?’
‘No. That’s why I’m asking.’
‘He’s, like, fucking all the pussies in campus.’
I raised an eyebrow.
‘Fucking all the pussies?’
‘Yeah, dude. All of them! Marcela, Clara, Joana… all of them were fucked by him.’
I stopped listening after ‘Joana.’ No. That couldn’t be!
‘What Joana?’ I asked, anger brewing inside me. ‘My Joana?’
The guys looked at each other one last time and, with sorrowful faces, replied:
‘Yeah, dude. Look… I’m sorry.’
That couldn’t stay like that!
I had the distinction of being of the campus’s best studs, and few males of my caliber would be cool when a rival appeared in my midst.
Joana, after all, was my girl. Well, my ex, but till one of my biggest, hardest conquests: an extremely tall, Nordic blonde with incredible breasts, thick, hard legs, a spectacular rear, and a face sculpted by the gods themselves; a prize only the most expert and daring men could claim.
And I, after all, was one of those men —the only one, in fact, who had ever conquered her heart, and that only after lots os effort, strategy, and planning.
The more I got to know that dude, the more incredible, truly unebelievable things seemed to be>
‘Wait, wait. You’re saying that the dude snatched Joana in a single night??’
‘Yes, dude. He met her, he fucked her.’
I just couldn’t believe those words:
‘He fucked her the same day he met her??’
‘Yep. Impressive, huh?’
I had needed months for Joana to fall into my trap. There was something really fisky about that whole story.
‘What are you thinking about, my love?’ A sweet, somewhat-deep voice awakened me from my deep thoughts. I looked down and saw Amanda, my third lover for the week.
E a reação da minha gostosa não deixou dúvidas de que, sim, ela ouvira muito bem do cara:
I didn’t play any games and cut straight to the chase:
‘Ha anyone talked about this Rodrigo guy?’
And my her reaction made it very clear that, yes, she indeed had heard of him:
‘Ow, yes! He’s sooo hot!’
‘Don’t you tell me you’re jealous.’
‘Well, honey, you know me.’
I grabbed her hard and rolled over her body on the bed:
‘A man must protect his territory.’
‘Have you slept with him?’
Her eyes beamed with aprehension, even a bit of shock, before she finally answered:
‘I-I… I-I… I really want to.’ Her hands ran along my ample, hard, muscular chest, and her finger played with her perfect blond hairs. ‘He’s really hot.’
‘You’ve got a hot man right here, in your hands.’ I said, without the slightest trace of humility in my voice, for I knew very well I earned my arrogance.
She smiled and tried to avoid the question:
‘Are you really this jealous, huh, stud?’
I fondled her hair, smiling with my perfect teeth, my square jaw, and prominent cheeckbones, showing her the extremely thick and veiny bicepts of my ripped arm —the biceps of a man who maxxed all the reps in gym.
‘I gotta check out my competition.’
‘Oooh… aaahee…’ She bit her lips and lost herself in my body, spreading her legs wide open for me to ram her with my aboltely humungous…
‘Oow, oow!! Hone-eey!!’
She yelped in pain, looking me with even greater desire:
‘Be careful with your monster.’
‘Oh, yes.’ I moved my prick inside her. ‘I’m touching your cervix, ain’t I?’
She nodded, smiling with intense lut:
‘You know you are, you dog.’
‘You… ooh, god, how big. Ahee, aahee, stop…’
She was visibly exhausted; her body completely covered in sweat, her well-trained muscle shivering, completly hard, and her whole face dripping with sweat after the two hours of fucking he had undergone —which was still barely half my full power.
‘This pussy’s too juicy for me not to enjoy it.’
‘Aaahee… my god!’
I grabbed her body, squeezing her immense, titanic tits against my iron chest, and then I drowned her in a soul-tearing kiss, stealing away even her thoughts along with all the air in her lungs.
‘My… god!!’ She shivered, tightening her cunt in my obcene tool. ‘You don’t top, my god!!’
At that moment, the Rodrigo guy was forgotten, for I was again the absolute god of that bed.
With my absoltely enviable cock, I proceeded to wrecking that girl for half-an-hour more, claiming from her orgasms and more orgams until the entire building was hearing her delirious screams and my powerful noises.
The bed where we were fucking was a bit lousy. Craaarrsh!! After three hours of coitu, it broke in half… yet still, with the bed and the mattress on the floor, I kept fucking her.
‘Aaahee…!! Aaahee…!!!’ Her screams were becoming more and more desperate. ‘Aahee, my god…!! My… my god…!!’ Her eyes widened, almost jumping from her socket, as she finally screamed for all the neighbors to hear.
I simply smiled and kept fucking, finally feeling the firt drops of sweat appearing in her body.
After four hours, I was still fucking her. Her screams only weren’t weaker because, after all, all the energy in her body had gone away.
She turned her head side-to-side, as if looking for escape routes, and then she squinted her eyes, as if trying to simply withstand the barrage of orgasms I was unleashing in her body.
‘Huge…!! AAAHEE!!’ She babbled and screamed. ‘YOU’RE SO FUCKING HUGE, DAAAMN IT!!!’
‘Filthy little mouth, my whore.’
I kissed her and squeezed her breasts, all while I kept railing her cunt for twenty minutes, thrusting three or four times a second.
I felt her cunt juices blasting on my abs. My muscles were wholly drenched by her incontinent orgasms, like jets bursting from a water machine gun.
At that point, she wa beyond words; she could only roll her eyes and murmur, with her chin chivering:
‘G-g-god… y-you… aaahee!!’
I extracted more and more orgams out of her with ease, asking myself, in the back of my mind, how any man could be better than that.
Rising once again over my body, with my knees on the mattress, grabbing her by her thick, long, muscular legs, I ravished her cunt more and more times, seeing her body moving up and down on the mattress, her two enormous tits swinging loudly.
‘Aaaheee…!!!’ She alternated faint yelps with louds gushes from her cunt. ‘OO-AAAHEE!!!’
Her orgasms were so powerful her squirts were reaching my pecs.
I had given that mare some fifty orgasms, and still she begged for more —unable to faint, yes, but also unable to handle that power for much longer.
‘M-m-my g-g-god… aaheee… ooohh!!’ She looked to the clock. ‘It’s 2a.m., fuuuuck!!’
Yes. I started fucking her around 10p.m. and, save a little chat here and there, we hadn’t stoppe.
I was recking that cunt like no man would ever wreck her. «I doubt this Rodrigo can… uuurh!!… do better than this!»
My woman’s clit was practically torn out fromm her as I kept stimulating her with my cock’s thick veins.
Oh, whoever that Rodrigo was, one thing I could be certain of: there was no wahe was any harder, longer, or thicker than I.
‘AAAAHEEE…!!!’ My woman did her best to try and rip my prick from my waist, hardening her pussy labia, but my cock was unwieldingly hard.
She couldn’t resist the power and the puissance of my anaconda: from my balls to my helmet, I measure nothing less than twelve inches.
‘Why don’t you cum some more, my mare?’
‘OOOORRHH!!!’ Two jets burst from her cunt, and her breasts hardened mightily, like bowling balls, looking like two giant flexed muscles. ‘OOOORHH!!!’ Spliiirsh, spliiiirshh!! More two jet sprouted from her cunt, hitting my ripped body’s eight abs muscle and falling into the enormous puddle that had been formed on the floor—for the bed didn’t stop dripping with herpleaure juices.
‘OOAARRHH!!!’ That heavy, ripped, giant woman writhed as I squeezed her tits with one hand and ank my finger in her ass, fucking her relentlessly a her orgams seemed to just pile on into infinity. ‘GOD!!! GOD!!!’
Her pussy exploded in three ferocious jets of female nectar while her breasts, estimulated by my hand, squirted two jets of milk, making her shake and contort like a madwoman or an animal suffering from severe electric spasms.
And that was exactly what she was suffering: multiple electric discharge from my prick; multiple, hyperconcentrated orgasms in short slivers of time, reaching up to three, four, or five explosions of pleasure in a mere second.
The temptation of ramming my whole prick in her cunt was too big; if I did so, however, I’d kill her.
While my mare screamed and writhed on my prick, I lamented the fact I could never fully satiate it on a female.
Few of them, after all, could take my 12-inch monster in its entirety —and the rare ones who could take its length certainly couldn’t handle its width.
For my prick was not only huge, as it was thick; so thick, in fact, that a single hand wasn’t able to grab it in full, for its girth was superior to a soda bottle.
‘I want more orgasms from you.’
‘Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh…!!!’ She smiled while she moaned, completely lost in paradise, feeling how I was a guy who could demand (and take) orgams from her body with aimple command. ‘Aaahee, aaahee… AAAAHHH!!!’
Her cunt hardened and violently expelled jets and yet more jets of orgasm against my waist. I literally counted the seconds for those multiple orgasms, all accompanied by copious cunt-squirts, were over.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Four seconds… fuck!
The girl spent five uninterrupted second cumming and squirting in my prick! After that, I don’t even know how she withstood my body over hers.
She latched on my muscles like a castaway holding on to the pieces of the ship at sea —but she didn’t know that would only increase her agony, for the pain of her nails piercing my back only made me harder, giving my thursts yet even more power.
I turned her cunt into meat mush.
Eventually, I started lifting her with me, pressing her against the wall. My fucking became so intense I could no longer just stay laid down, fucking her on the mattress.
‘AAAHEE, AAAHH, AAAAHH!!!’
Her pussy ejaculated several times, jets and yet more jets of liquid orgasm on my wait, dripping loudly on the floor, building puddles around my feet and my incredibly thick legs.
The way I fucked that cheap whore against the wood, it’s was possible I would tear a hole into the other room on the wall. The whole bedroom literally trembled as I fucked. Dust fell from the ceiling, and the plaques of wood behind her back craked and ceded, barely withstanding the pressure of my continuous brutal thrusts on her cunt.
Her pussy rained as I gave my best to make her pass out.
‘AAAHEE, AAAAHEE, AAAARRH…!!!’
I felt my partner’s body trembled while more and more buckets of her spunk bathed my ab. The droplets fell fat and loud on my feet, bathing all my waist and legs, while my woman convuled and finally fainted on my arms.
I saw her eyes lose their color and her body grow cold; he had gone into a comma.
‘Oooorrhh!!’ I houted. ‘Roooaarr!!’ I roared.
My gigantic balls tightened, sending tons of spunk up ot that bitche’s womb.
Boom, boom, boom!! I felt my prick, like an engine, unloading all my milk on the condom, which would get even tighter against her cunt.
There barely was a condom large enough for me, and the one I was wearing —the biggest in the market— barely covered 70% of her cock.
‘Uuurhh!! Uuuurrh!!’ I roared and crushed my nymph’s body even harder against the wall, unloading in her what felt like gallons and more gallons of spunk, making my condom well like a balloon inside her.
My sack was enormous. Not only did I have a horse-sized cock on my muscular white body, but my jewels too complemented thi equine endowment perfectly.
‘Holy fucking shiiit!’ Many women, including that one in my arms, screamed with horniness when witnessing the gigantic dimensions of my genitalia. ‘Your balls… my god!! They’re as large as apples!’
And in fact they were. Only large testicles, in fact, could nut such obscene load of spunk like that one.
‘Aaaaheem…!!’ Even unconscious, my women writhed more and more as she felt her cunt getting so desperately tighter. ‘Aaaaahh…!!’
My condom was swelling so much my semen was warming up her cervix and filling up her womb. Little by little, I withdrew my prick, which still pumped and ejaculated those bovine loads of semen.
‘Uuuurhh!!’ I flexed my muscles, conforting and masaging the woman latched onto my body.
My orgams could be unreasonably long: the shortest one lasted ten seconds, while the mot generous ones reached up to a full minute!
Slowly, I laid her body on the bed, still cumming inside her.
Some thirty seconds had already passed since I started nutting, but my body was still shaken by the heat and the electric cum discharges, and my cock still pumped my seed into that condom.
As soon as I withdrew my cock from her, the pent-up liquids in her cunt all blasted out: squiiish!! Squiiiishh!!
‘Uuuurrhh!!’ Her pleasure juices reached my face! ‘Coming a lot, are we?’
‘Ooorrimm, ooorrmm!!’ She contorted, completely druken on the bed. ‘Aaaairrmm, aaairrm…!!’
Forty seconds later, my prick was still nutting. I felt my condom pressing against her womb, maybe twice as wide as my cock’ girth.
Fifty seconds later and my cock was still unloading seed! With a hand on the back of my legs, I held one of my balls and massaged it.
I couldn’t only grab a single ball with my whole hand. It would be unconfortable grabbing both, for they were so huge a single palm couldn’t contain any of them.
I massaged my balls one by one, feeling the broth running inside them, their sperm ducts throbbing and contracting like arteries, sending jets and more jet of that life juice into the condom.
No wonder everyone on campus knew me as “breeding bull;” the amount of semen I carried in my balls was simply unreasonable.
‘Uuuurrhh!!’ I cloed my eyes and contorted my face, finally facing the last (and biggest) of those orgasms. ‘Oooaarhh!!’
My woman writhed even harder, for the condom became even larger with the final loads I shot through my urethra.
Though she had fainted, my girls still fought constantly against her own nerves to wake up, opening up an eye here and there, very curious to witness the obscene load I had come.
It was also a prize for me, in fact, to observe the state of my condom after every one of my orgasms.
Still roaring and writhing mightily, I withdrew my prick from that tightened cunt.
‘Holy fucking shit.’ I took a deep breath and puffed. ‘I came a whole liter in you, whore.’
PAAAF!!! I gave that ass a strong slap, marking it with my palm! My mare writhed and screamed, smiling, while I extracted my titanic prong from her.
‘AAAHEEM…!!’ She screamed, really experiencing incredible pain as well as pleasure. ‘Caaareful… aaahee!! S-slooow!! Aaaaheem!!’
“Slow!” Ha, good one! I had fucked that cunt like a literal wild stallion and now she decided to get all delicate and fancy?? Ha, ha, yeah, right.
Women can be such pussies sometimes, huh!
‘We’re almost theeeere!
‘Aaaaaheem!!!’ He looked back and bit one of her lips, very hornily. ‘Let me see how much you came!’
The tip of the inflated condom was always the most difficult part to withdraw, for it became larger than a baloon. My woman certainly felt her cunt open up and stretch out insanely, to the point of her almost thinking she was being torn off in hald, for the load in that plasstic really surpassed that of five horses.
My muscles flexed and I smiled with incredible pleasure and power, seeing how my sack was able to nut the same as fifteen men.
‘Uuuurrhh!!!’ Her womb would get wholly impregnated by my seed —all her eggs perfectly fecundated!— if I came all that load inside my bitches. ‘Uuuurrhh!!’
After one last scream from my partner, I finally extracted my balloon-condom from her. Schluupp!! The noise was loud and coarse, like the smacking of lips mixed in with an explosion, and the load of lube that burst out of my woman thereafter was equally freightening.
‘Oooorrhh!!!’ I roared, feeling that prick weigth with that cum balloon attached to it, as well as extremely aroused by the waterfall of lubes that burst out of my girl’s cunt.
‘Aaaaheem!!’ She writhed, trying all the time to lift her head up and see… ‘My… my…!’ The real volume of my nut juices. ‘My god!!’
A balloon as large as ten tennis balls had formed in my condom, which was so heavy it pulled my whole dick down, leaving it at a straight angle in relation to my waist.
‘M-m-my… m-m-myyy…’ My woman licked her lips while her eyes glittered. ‘My god!!’
No doubt I was a god.
‘I came over a liter, bitch.’
Something like a lightning bolt ran down her body, suddenly shaking from head to toe and falling flat, unconscious once again over the bed, now passed out for goof.
The pleasure of witnesing my sheer masculinity was so great that the bitch fainted a second time. I smiled and laughed, amazed by my own power.
‘Fuck!’ I held my gigantic cock and shook it, seeing my immense, heavy sack swiging with it. ‘I’m a fucking beast!’
My gigantic body heated up and throbbed, as if my muscles were instantaneously recovering their power after that intense fucking and cumming.
My biceps hardened, covered by thick veins, and my pecs throbbed just like my hyper-ripped eight-pack abs became even more shredded, taken by pure male power.
My legs too swelled, my thigh muscles growing and throbbing uncontrollably, as if being charged by the immense energy that sprawled from my genitalia.
Once in a while, I myself felt scaredby the monster jewells I carried there, between those massive thighs. I knew I was the biggest, longest, heaviest, and thickest any woman has ever had, and this very knowledge scared me sometimes.
‘Fucking horse cock!’ I grabbed my prick with both hands. ‘Who does this Rodrigo think he is?’
I squeezed the prick, which remained rock-hard. While some men need to take Viagra to get hard, I required some sort of medicine too get soft.
It could be embarrassing, indeed, to remain with my huge, hard prick for hours and hours, never knowing when it would finally give in.
Even after fours hours of fucking, I remained so hard that my prick burned and ached in my waist; it’s as if my prick was too large for my own body —and I was already an incredibly massive dude!
‘Aaarh, fucking bull prick! Fucking monster cock I have between my legs!’ I grabbed my condom and, very delicately, I tried to undo it.
I needed a lot of time and incredible tact to take that plastic out of my prick; it was so heavy, so full and concentrated that the slighestmisshap would blow up cum everywhere.
I roared and hardened my muscles, feeling how my prick still throbbed, getting harder and harder, ready to fuck again!
‘Wait just a little while. Soon, I’ll have more fresh cunt for you!’
When I finally got that plastic out… PLAAAFF!! The prick immediately jumped up and hit my abs, sprinkling my body with spunk.
‘Hoooly fucking shit!’
Some men, when they’re hard, get a straight angle between their prick and their waist; the more potent ones get a prick about 45 degrees over their waits.
Very well, veyr well: my prick was so hard that it simply pressed itself against my belly, forcing my abs inward with its tremendous strength.
‘Aaarrh!!’ I held that prick with a hand, trying to move it down, but it’s strength was almost hydraulic. I really needed to, more than ever, a second pussy in which to unload all that excess masculinity. ‘Fucking damn it!’
In my other hand I held my condom, a true balloon holding a liter of the world’s thickest jizz inside. My arm muscles hardened just by holding that obscene load
This full litter of cum must have been weighting about four pounds!
‘Uuuurh!! Whore!!’ I tied a knot on the condom while my woman writhed on the bed. Putting on some light clothes on my obscenely ripped, bodybuilding frame, I approached the bed and gave her sleepy body a gentle kiss. ‘See you around, kiddo.’
‘Aaarrh-aaarrheem…’ She cried out something, and I, all baggy and sweaty, with my muscles almost tearing up the tight, light cloth of my clothes, I left the apartment to my car, carrying the “cum balloon” all the way out.
The loads I ejaculated were so great it made no ene to throw the condom on the toilet, as it would easily get clogged.
The trash bin was also no good, for it was so much spunk that a dishonest bitch could easily pop the ballon, grab a clean load with her hand and fecundate herelf with my ample seed.
No. The only way to safely dispose of that sack of spunk was driving to the city’s river and thowing the condom on its waters —an egregiou act of pollution, indeed, but much better than risking impregnanting a worthless bitch.
«Arriving in 15 minutes.» I typed on the cellphone while driving. «I hope you’re prepared.»
Frankly, I never scheduled an apointment with the girls I saw or fucked during the weekend; sex with me could last o long it was better for them to simply remain available all day long until I called them.
When I finallly drove to their houes, all I needed was to send a message demanding them to get ready and, lo and behold, they welcomed me with their wonderful bodies squeezed into outrageously tight and sexy outfits.
They were always ready for me —always ready and thirsty.
Women, after all, can have many annoying little rules, but with me all these rules were thrown out the window just as easily as I threw that sperm baloon out on the river.
Maira, however, took some time to reply. That was really unusual.
As unpredictable and unstable that women usually are, with me they were always a Swiss clock: I messaged them, and within five minutes they replied, even if just with a little heart.
Maira, however, didn’t reply even as I got to her apartment, ready to finally sooth my raging cock with a few more hours of rough fucking.
«I’m at your house, baby. I’m coming in.»
I wanted on the lobby, however, until my girls sent me a quick and careless reply:
«Hi, hon!» She answered with several sad emojis. «Sorry, babe! I can’t see you!»
My eyes widened. «What do you mean??»
That was literally the first time a woman ever told me ‘no.’ That a woman told my dick ‘no!’
I though about pressing for more answers, but soon she kept sending me hasty texts like:
«I’m busy. Super urgent, baby. Sorry, love. We meet another time.»
Gotta confess that was a major annoyance. I was the one who treated my partners with carelessness, not the other way around.
Alright, all cool. Marta and Maira weren’t the only girls I had ‘reserved’ just for occasions like thoe.
«Dani, I’m arriving.» I wrote my third bitch. «Thirty minutes. Be ready for me.»
And just like that, I received a joyful reply less than two minutes later, with the girls basically melting on the keyboard, filled with desire for my cock:
«Counting the seconds, my horse.»
Smiling, I ignored Maira’s snub and drove all my way to Danielle’s, whose cunt I ravished, whose mouth I fucked, whose ass I devoured, and whose sense I blasted with multiple orgasm atop multiple orgasms for three consecutive hours —well enough for my cock to finally deflate.
* * * * * *
The weekend had been a triumph, yet I couldn’t be happy.
‘What do you mean, you were fucking Rodrigo?’ I couldn’t hide my shock once I went to get some answers from Maíra, who replied with a mix of shame and neglect, and also a bit of revolt:
‘Well, I suppose you don’t mind, do you?’ She looked at me frmo head to toe, giving me a haughty smile. ‘You’re always so full of options, aren’t you?’
I tried my best to remain charming, but my voice was heavy with unmistaken authoritarianism:
‘That’s not what I asked.’
She stepped back, smiling with irony.
‘Wow. Well, well! You’re really obssessed with the guy, aren’t you?’
I lowered my head and my shoulders discreetly.
‘But a man must scan through his competition, isn’t it?’
‘Oow, my love.’ She blinked, all naughty. ‘If a man is worried about his competition, he knows he’s not the clear winner. What insecurity is that, huh?’ And she grabbed, then, the formidable tool in my pants. ‘Are you afraid of losing your Alpha-male post here in town, are you?’
My heart beat more quickly —and I didn’t know if of anger or fear.
Looking deep into her caramel eye, I asked:
‘Is he better than me?’
And her eyes rolled, almost sinking in her skull.
‘Wow, I… well, he… wow. Fucking wow!’ She kept trying to answer, very foolishly, without even paying attention to me anymore. ‘I mean, I…’
I crossed my arms.
‘You can tell me straight.’
A part of me knew what she was going to answer, but another part simply didn’ believe —or refused to believe— that could be possible.
Finally, almost as if trying to avoid the conversation, she looked down and answered:
‘You’re an incredible male.’
”But.” I pressedon, and her face was almost frozen in a fearful expression.
‘B-but… wow, I never thought I was going to say that, but… wow: he’s much better than you.’
My heart sank. My cock, weirdly enough, throbbed with sexual tension.
I saw the way she bobbled her head and shook her whole body. Just by remembering what the guy had done to her the whole weekend, she was excited, getting in heat, dangerously close to another orgasm.
‘He… he… oh, my god…’ Her eyes shone very brightly, almost tearing up. ‘I always thought you were a god in the bed… until I met this guy! Oow, Rodrigo! What a god, what… what a god!’
My heart beat very fast, and I almost laughed, thinking that could only be a prank.
‘How can any guy be better than me?’
And she then trying to answer, but failed to find the right words to describe my rival.
Her nipples were hard and her whole body seemed to throb with the heat waves bursting from her waist.
I felt her sweet, fresh, juicy aroma, and knew that gorgeous female was in heat.
Grabbing one of her breasts, I squeezed it.
‘Aaaahee!!’ And my woman jittered, walking back with fear.
‘Tell me: how can this guy be better… than me?’ And I showed her all my body, which was all hard and hot, ready for some ferocious fucking.
Our conversation was over. She couldn’t answer me anything else, and I couldn’t pay attention to her or anybody until settling my score with that new Alpha male in my turf.
Indeed, I was determined to meet him and finally see, once and for all, who I was dealing with.
«Absurd!» I thought, really furious with the fact that there really was a man more powerful than I in that town —or in the whole world!
After all, how the fuck could a man be any better? That was something I always though imposible!
With my 6.3ft-tall body, I’m massively bigger and more powerful than any male I’ve ever met —especially considering my 300-pound of pure muscle weight.
Before a mirror, everytime I left a warm bath or cleaned myself after hosing one or two or three bitches with my seed, I checked out my unbelievably ripped and muscular body, with no less than eight muscles in my abs, humungous arms, legs as thick as tree trunks, and a horse cock in my waist, I really wondered what man in this planet could ever surpass me.
«This guy…!» I muttered behind gritted teeth, «he can’t be real!»
And the women I left moaning and crying on the bed turned to me and asked for an encore:
‘Come back, Renato! We want you diiiick!’
And my dick remained rock-hard, yes, for only an ungodly amount of pussy was able to sooth it.
‘Wait.’ I replied coarely, making them drip and cum with my thundering voice.
With all this succes, what man could possibly surpass me??
Worse still: how could this man steal my women?
In little time, I would discover it —and I would settle my score with this guy once and for all.
* * * * * *
The guy, however, was surprisingly hard to find. «A lot of work,» many people told me. «This man doens’t fool around.»
No wonder. He was a genius entrepreneur who made it big since he was fifteen years-old.
«The guy is rich, well-connected, a genius in sports, and better in a bed than I was?» I thought, trying to hide my nervous smile. «How is that possible?»
And then I saw, getting close to the arena, the target of all my obsessions and core of all my fears.
The male’s steps were heard all throughout the gym. The other fighters, seeing him get close, immediately walked back and lowered their heads, asking how the fuck couldn’t they ever defeat a guy like that in a fair fight.
Walking towards the octagon, therefore, we saw that impressive masculine specimen getting ready for the fight, which for him must have been nothing more than a big child’s play.
And as soon as I laid my eyes on him, all my doubts disappeared and all my worst fears were confirmed. Rodrigo was a giant —and one of the most spectacularly beautiful men I’ve ever laid my eyes upon!
‘Oooh, wow!’ She was jaw-dropped, floating near the lake’s shores while her superman unloaded gallons of lubes on the stream above the waterfall.
His penis hadn’t stopped ejaculating for ten minutes straight.
«My god!» She thought. «This guy is a horse.»
Not even horses, indeed, would come close to nutting as much as that superman.
«My god!» She licked her lips. «Muscles! So many muscles!»
The guy’s arm was literally thicker than her thigh! He must have been over 7.6ft-tall! With a body like that, it was no wonder he sported such an equally large endowment.
She licked her lips, seeing the simply unbelievable size of that phallic monstrosity. Even in cock the man was comparable to a horse or a bull —if said bull, of course, could nut rivers of precum.
Bluuursshh!! The thick gel exploded from his prick, flying as high as rockets over the waterfall.
‘My god… oooh, my…!!’ The woman melted. The male was ejaculating so many lubes that the lake was almost entirely made of gel. And more: the waters were overflowing to the rest of the valley and the forest beyond, covering the grass with his virile broth.
«How much can this guy nut… when he actually gets to the semen??» The woman licked her lips again, seeing that titan’s powerful balls dangling in between his legs.
Leaving the lake, she laid with her back on the ground, her enormous tits pointing to the sky, and spread her legs to the gigantic stud.
The male immediately turned to her and roared, as if the sight of the fresh, tight, rosy cunt awakened his most animalistic instincts.
Without a warning, he made it rain ounces of lubes over that female, who screamed and squirmed while being covered by his broth.
‘Aaaahee, aaa… aaaahee!!!’
When the male was done, the female was covered by some three gallons of pre-spunk.
The male approached. Buuuuuum!! Buuuuumm!! Buuuuuuum!!! The girl’s body jumped on the ground with that horse’s heavy steps.
«By the gods!» She thought. «How can such a youth be so manly??»
The guy’s prick was so hard it pointed upwards, pressing against his abs and reaching up to his pecs.
From that angle, his magnificent balls were completely exposed, striking fear at anyone who saw them.
‘Oohee!!’ The woman tried looking at it, but the prick ejaculated loads in her face: blooorrssh, blooooorrsshh…!!
That man was an Adonis in the flesh; a Greek god statue who, quite frankly, would make the Greek gods themselves blush.
Stopping one foot away from her, the male felt his prick ejaculate another formidable load of lubes. Bloooorrsshh!! He lifted his head up to the skies and roared:
The earth literally trembled with his powerful call, thicker and stronger than many lions’. Soon after, he looked to his female, so defenseless and ripe.
‘Whore!’ He said, squatting down to grab her legs.
‘Aaahee!!!’ She instinctively protected herself, throwing light kicks at his body. ‘Aaahee!! Fuck!! You brute!’ It felt like she was kicking an iron statue! The super-male could barely feel her kicks. She tried kicking him harder, just to test his strength.
The Prince of Chaos was a 15ft-tall beast weighing over 10,000 pounds of pure muscle. Heavenly tongues said that, whenever the God of Filth fucked, the entirety of Hell felt his thrusts –and she believed it, oh, for she herself could feel the power of his pounding sometimes reaching parts of Heaven.
And the god fucked all the time. All. The. Freaking. Time! That was his routine, of course: torturing souls and fucking his demonesses. Some say that, in all of hell, only Lucifer could naturally fuck whomever or whenever He wanted; if some lower demon dared to look at a woman he coveted, the massive god would sodomize ass with his monstrous penis and jizz inside the poor bastard until his body literally exploded.
Then he would proceed to fuck his demoness senseless. «Fuck!!» His emissaries had told Lumina that Lucifer controlled a harem of over twenty million demonesses –all of whom he had fucked at one point of another. Most of the days, in fact, the God of Hell didn’t spend a second without ravishing the bodies of his servants with his 40-inch muscle cock; it was almost blasé to him to insert his full tool in one of his countless tall, muscular demonesses and fuck the ever-living shit out of her until she was begging for mercy or fully passed-out, squirming and orgasming on the ground.
The god fucked while at work, and she pounded bitches while casually chatting to other demons. On the few occasions when He talked directly with Lumina, for instance, he was power-banging a gorgeous, 9ft-tall muscle giantess while finger-banging the cunts of other two women simultaneously, having them all squirt endlessly over his body while he nonchalantly conversed with his hopeful bride.
Lumina was struck with envy, anger, and desire as she (foolishly) rebuffed His advances.
“Is that how you want to talk to your future bride?”
She remembered –oh! She remembered!—how Lucifer looked so dominating, so authoritative to her and made her shriek and cower, all her greatness reduced to nothing next to that towering titan banging three women at the same time.
“Listen to me, you filthy whore of God: when I am asking for the honor of you being my wife, it’s an honor for you, not for me.” His particular inflection made sure he got the point across. “You’re not going to be any more special than my smallest, weakest of cunts just because you’re the most beautiful angel in Heaven. Not by any mile! You’re not part of some masterplan for me to get at your filthy God or anything; you’re not and you will never be this important, you fucking slut.” Satan increased his thrusts, making the demoness convulse with massive, maddening orgasms as he simultaneously lifted the other two women with his fingers in their twats, making his massive biceps bulge. “I want you to be my wife because I covet your body, which is lush and sweet and, above all, fresh! Hell knows I get tired easily of fucking these bitches, which all taste the same after a while.”
The three women were hosing his body with so much milk and lubes the beastly god sometimes had trouble speaking. Lumina watched the waterfalls on his body and felt her knees buckling. Lucifer had so many muscles he could make a bull with each pec, several horses with a single thigh, and a whole bodybuilder with each muscle of his 16-pack abs.
The angel stuck her tongue out and licked the air, not even drawing a single smile from the deity.
“You’re melting with desire. Why don’t you come here and become my woman?”
Lumina lifted her chest, stretching the fabric of her tunics with her JJ-cup breasts.
“Why don’t you come here, o Fallen Angel, and tak-”
“Shut up.” He simply said, and the angel immediately obeyed. “On your knees.” With her heart pounding, she briefly resisted Satan’s command before falling on to her knees and, going one step further, bowing until her forehead touched the ground.
When she dared lift her gaze, she saw Satan fucking those three demonesses harder, exploding their bodies with orgasms just so he could get them over with quickly. “You. Faint.” She commanded the woman in his right hand, and Lumina immediately saw a wave of electricity flow through her so hard that she seized violently and then fell like a wet sponge on the god’s arm.
Satan was as delicate to her as one would expect from the Lord of Hell: she tossed her to his back like a used paper bag, and as the body swirled in a long arc many dozens to feet behind the god, she squirted cum and milk all throughout the way, crashing down with a large splash of sex juices.
“Cum.” The god commanded to the woman in his left hand, and immediately her nipples exploded with hotter and harder gushes of milk while her cunt creamed his arms, his chest, and his abs with a divine flood of steamy, scalding broth. The word also teased the demoness in his monster cock, making her hose his abs and entire torso with her geyser-like secretions, prompting the god to casually open his mouth and drink from her emissions as he finished the other woman off.
“Cum harder.” And the two demonesses shook until their bones started to creak. Lumina’s eyes widened until they became cartoonishly big in her face, for on the bodies of those demonesses she literally saw blasts of energy flashing through their skin. “Cum harder. As hard as you can cum.” Satan’s voice had an unexpectedly large effect on Lumina herself, who felt her bowels heat up and her womb liquefy as her pussy stretched out and a gush of juices washed her legs.
“Fuuuuck…!!!” Her eyes bulged and she hit her head on the pristine marble on the floor, cracking it with the strength of the impact. Lucifer didn’t look at her. That mighty angel –Heaven’s most beautiful—was undeserving of even his contemptuous gaze.
“Cum a little bit harder.” The Lord of Demons calmly commanded, and the four women –demonesses and angel all together—blasted his body with their bodily fluids, showering him under juices that easily burned at over a hundred degrees Celsius.
“My lord, please!!” The demoness in his arm was crying tears of sulfur.
“Shut up.” The monster commanded. “Get out.”
“Aaah!!” The demoness screamed as Lucifer literally tossed her in the air and, flipping her body, and grabbed her as she was falling back into his arm, with her anus and cunt turned to his face. “Now squirt. Harder!” The devil flexed his muscles, and the combined power of his voice and his fibers rippling through her body made the poor cunt discharge a large torrent as thick as a fist straight into his mouth.
The Lord of Hell, bulging with gorgeous muscles as he kept thrusting wildly on the other demoness, brought the cunt to his mouth and sucked it. Immediately, his 25-inch tongue scavenged the greatest depths of her insides, first filling her cunt completely, then forcing its way through her cervix, prompting only larger juices from her cunt. “Fuuuuck!!!” The poor woman screamed as the tears blasted from her eyes almost as strongly as the milk did from her tits. “Fuuuuuuuu…!!!”
Satan completely filled the woman’s womb with his member and stretched it out fully, pushing it up to her throat as he used his astounding control to make the penis vibrate over every inch of her insides.
Loud booms came from the woman’s cunt as she kept hosing the demon’s mouth with lubes. Satan’s voraciousness was so absolute that he managed to drink every last drop of those fluids without a single of them being squirted out of his mouth. His throat made ferocious slurping sounds as he gulped all those gallons into his stomach, which never got any fuller.
At one point, however, the god spilled those lubes through his nose, which made him briefly smile as the demoness fought against exhaustion and death itself. While all that happened, Satan rammed his dick on the demoness in the middle. It was possible that she had passed out, or at least was passing out with some frequency, enough for her presence to even be forgotten. The demoness on Satan’s hand made a better job resisting the god’s onslaught, but only because He carefully watched over her orgasms, making her squirt only as much as he wanted. Taking his mouth away from her cunt, the god proved just how absolute his control was.
Splashes of thick seed reached as high as the beast’s chin as he went back to thrusting on his slut again: slow and delicate blows at first, then a vicious, animal pounding.
Satan released the woman’s neck and saw her fly up on his cock as she pounded her with atomic force, grabbing her massive waist as she reached the tip of his member and then pulling her down just as hard. He did so countless times per second, bouncing her up and down his full 42-inches while the poor angel creamed herself from every pore imaginable.
Blood was coming out of her nose, painting her tits red –much like the skins of a demoness. Her eyes were both red with blood and white with jizz. The angel tried to think, but there was no thought to be had in that situation. She was almost dead, but always alive, her body constantly rebuilding itself to accommodate the size and power of Satan.
She jumped higher and higher in the air, held on by that 15-feet-tall mountain of muscles and virility. Her body swelled and her mind cracked, yet her angelic, picture-perfect face smiled as she felt fecundated by the mightiest of all males.
Inside her over-stretched, overheated womb, she felt the devilish sperm cells fighting among each other for the few eggs available. There were quadrillions of sperm cells for every milliliter of the man’s juice, and Satan possibly unloaded a thousand gallons in her every! Single! Second!
An ocean of jizz was being formed in the room, which was as vast as fifteen football fields. The area mattered little, however, for the depth soon had risen to a whole foot, and it was growing quickly! Satan’s calves were soon to be buried under his own jizz as the demon pounded and came in the angel, fecundating every single egg and basically kidnapping her womb to force it into slavery.
Inside her body, she literally felt the demon’s sperm surrounding her ovaries like a lace and squeezing it, just as his hand squeezed her neck. The sperm cells whipped the ovaries with their long, thick tails, torturing them so they would make more tasty eggs. As soon as the new batches were released, the sperm cells captured them with their tails and fought to the death against each other to fecundate them.
Not every egg was fecundated, of course, for the sheer size and weight of Satan’s sperm cells was such that, upon entering, a single one of them could literally pop Lumina’s egg like a pimple, leaving its nutrients floating in her canal as more sperm cells ate them up before torturing her ovaries a bit further, demanding more and more eggs.
«Stoooop!!!» Her mind screamed. «Don’t you see I’m full?!! I can’t produce more eggs!! Please, stooooop!! Stoooop!!!» But the sperm cells were relentless, infiltrating her ovaries and fecundating the very core of her baby-making factory.
Satan pounded her as he felt rivers of his seed weight on his cock, then splash in large oceans all around him. The depth had risen to three feet from wall to wall, and the other three demonesses he had fucked were now being washed away by the rising ocean of seed. Satan hugged her. This time, his relentless pounding stopped, and instead he just bottomed on her –a 42-inch meat beast fully nested in her core.
Satan was 15ft-tall and over 15,000 pounds of weight in pure muscles. Thanks to his divine nature, there was not one gram of fat in his body, making his skin so thin that it felt just like a red-colored coating to his muscles. Every fiber could be seen, and every ripple from his body could be felt as the demon simply breathed and exhaled testosterone through every pore.
As massive as he was, his penis still managed to be almost disproportionally large, smacking against his pecs with enough strength to make the demon growl with discomfort. Lumina stared at that monster prick and despaired, cramming both her hands in her cunt and fingering herself to keep the gushes of lubes as powerful as ever.
The demon’s obscene member was forty-inches long and nine inches wide. Satan literally had a cock thicker than a bodybuilder’s tights. When he penetrated a woman fully, her body was rearranged forever by his prick, and only his prick; no other creature –angel or demon—would satisfy her like Satan could.
The prick was not only large, but lively! Lumina’s eyes teared up as she gazed upon the life-giving tool of that demon. His breeding power was obvious in the abundant energy that flowed through his prick.
Veins! Veins! More veins than could be counted sprawling over that cock like thick thumbs, making the blood flow visible even at great distances. The beast throbbed and grew slightly whenever it felt fresh meat before it –and the meat of an angel, oh, it was always the most delicious delicacy.
“Come here.” Lumina’s body was then seized by another irresistible power. «No!» She despaired, yet she had no chance to fight back as her limbs crawled to Satan and her wings flapped on their own. Little by little, orgasming all her way through, the angel stopped before the portal, her face just a feel inches from the scorching balls of that monstrous bull.
“Touch my testicles.” He commanded, and Lumina came harder and messier just by beholding the two incredible orbs the titan had for testicles. Her screams abounded until Satan could feel them pricking his skin –not that this was remotely a nuisance to him, of course.
Lumina saw those two massive balls perfectly delineated in the monster’s sack. She could see and hear the stream of jizz on those powerful milk-makers, which always remained hard and perfectly-drawn under the sack’s skin.
Contrary to other super-potent males, Satan’s balls always remained rigid, turgid, ready to batter a woman and crack a wall with their steel-like hardness. One could have the terribly wrong impression that the God of Sex was never filled with spunk, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth; the reality was that Satan was so almighty and potent that He produced just as much spunk as He came, making it unnecessary for the demon to ever store jizz in his balls. Satan had balls as big as two human heads. Lumina beheld those beautiful life-giving seed-makers as Lucifer looked down at her and admired her luscious white body. The Prince of Hell simply buckled his hips and made his monster balls throb in front of the angel, prompting her to reach out to them and… touch her!