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‘In his first year, he impregnated 102 women. As the son of a bitch wasn’t too exceptionally fertile back then, he managed an average of ‘only’ 1.8 kids per woman. Still, in a single year… he had 184 children.’

The woman’s heart jolted in her chest.

‘A hundred… and eighty!…’

‘Oh, my dear, now’s when the math starts getting interesting. Our male doesn’t impregnate our ladies just once; in reality, as soon as he senses they’re fertile again after giving birth to his kids…’

‘Oh!’

‘…he knocks them up again —every year, year after year, nonstop!’

The woman suddenly spread her legs open, making the dark spot on her pants… squiiiiiiissh… grow.

‘What did you say?’

‘The man is a bull.’ Another soldier continued. ‘Actually… a literal bull, wild in state of nature, wouldn’t be able to match his numbers.’

And another soldier:

‘He’s one of the most fertile beings in all the mammalian family. Even rats or rabbits can’t compare to his legendary fecundity.’

The general cut them both:

‘As soon as a woman gives birth to his children… as soon as possible, he goes back to fecundating her. The same works for every single lady in his harem —which, I must remind you, never stops growing.’

The poor journalist only swallowed up dryly, barely believing what she heard, but also barely avoiding the temptation of asking, nearly begging for more juicy information:

‘What else… what else does he…?’

The general continued:

‘From his second year of breeding onwards, his fertility became… truly scary.’ His face sunk into darkness. ‘That second year, his harem had 250 women… all of whom were impregnated! At year’s end, an average of 2.4 kids was registered. If you’re keeping track, my dear, that’s 544 sons and daughters.’

‘544!!’

‘Yeah, that’s right. In his second year of coitus, he had already become one of the most fertile men in history.’

The reporter’s heart couldn’t keep still in one place, much like her enormous, extraordinarily thick legs couldn’t stop stretching the fabric of her pants after crossing so many times.

Cold sweat began to appear on her face, yet the general pressed on without mercy:

‘You should get a calculator, dear, because the math is going to get insanely complex from now on.’

«By God!!»

The general breathed in deep and kept narrating the biblical fecundity of his soldier.

‘On his third year, if I recall it well… our guy’s harem had reached 800 women, hadn’t it?’

‘798, sir.’

‘798… oh. Please, lend me these papers. It’s impossible to keep track of his performance just on the head.’

‘Yes, sir.’

While the soldiers organized themselves, the reporter prepared her body for the… avalanche of sexuality… that mythical soldier would present to her!

‘Here it is. Third year of harem. 798 women… all of which he knocked up handsomely. That year, his fecundity was of 2.8 kids per woman, which totals about…’

‘Excuse me, excuse me! What did you say?!’

The officer looked down severely at her.

‘Dear, if you keep interrupting me at every word…’

‘But, sir, please, I… I’ve got to understand: what do you mean his fecundity was 2.8?’

‘I mean that, for every woman he slept with, he had an average of almost three kids.’

‘Every woman??’

‘That’s right.’ The journalist pressed her immense thighs against one another, making the cunt blast off numerous jets of love juices on her pink panties.

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‘In his first year, he impregnated 102 women. As the son of a bitch wasn’t too exceptionally fertile back then, he managed an average of ‘only’ 1.8 kids per woman. Still, in a single year… he had 184 children.’

The woman’s heart jolted in her chest.

‘A hundred… and eighty!…’

‘Oh, my dear, now’s when the math starts getting interesting. Our male doesn’t impregnate our ladies just once; in reality, as soon as he senses they’re fertile again after giving birth to his kids…’

‘Oh!’

‘…he knocks them up again —every year, year after year, nonstop!’

The woman suddenly spread her legs open, making the dark spot on her pants… squiiiiiiissh… grow.

‘What did you say?’

‘The man is a bull.’ Another soldier continued. ‘Actually… a literal bull, wild in state of nature, wouldn’t be able to match his numbers.’

And another soldier:

‘He’s one of the most fertile beings in all the mammalian family. Even rats or rabbits can’t compare to his legendary fecundity.’

The general cut them both:

‘As soon as a woman gives birth to his children… as soon as possible, he goes back to fecundating her. The same works for every single lady in his harem —which, I must remind you, never stops growing.’

The poor journalist only swallowed up dryly, barely believing what she heard, but also barely avoiding the temptation of asking, nearly begging for more juicy information:

‘What else… what else does he…?’

The general continued:

‘From his second year of breeding onwards, his fertility became… truly scary.’ His face sunk into darkness. ‘That second year, his harem had 250 women… all of whom were impregnated! At year’s end, an average of 2.4 kids was registered. If you’re keeping track, my dear, that’s 544 sons and daughters.’

‘544!!’

‘Yeah, that’s right. In his second year of coitus, he had already become one of the most fertile men in history.’

The reporter’s heart couldn’t keep still in one place, much like her enormous, extraordinarily thick legs couldn’t stop stretching the fabric of her pants after crossing so many times.

Cold sweat began to appear on her face, yet the general pressed on without mercy:

‘You should get a calculator, dear, because the math is going to get insanely complex from now on.’

«By God!!»

The general breathed in deep and kept narrating the biblical fecundity of his soldier.

* * * * *

The whole world froze to the reporter. She wanted to know… but at the same time… she didn’t know whether she had the strength to bear what she was about to hear!

Gluuurb, gluuuurbb.. splooooshhh!! Her breasts ejaculated yet more teaspoons-worth of milk. A small dark smear began to show over the fabric on each of her breasts.

It was official: the woman was about to be majorly embarrassed before all the soldiers —yet, strangely, she seemed not to care at all.

‘P-please, s-sir… t-tell me: how many more kids did he have… at 23??’

The general gave her the intel straight, cold and blunt:

‘5,092 kids.’

The number, however, was so vast that it flew over the reporter’s head, without actually coming close to entering her ears.

‘Five… thousand…’

The general calmly detailed:

‘At 23, with a harem as big as 1,273 ladies… two hundred more than in the previous year… he inseminated each one of his ladies with an average of 3.9 kids, totaling… yeah: 5,092 children.’

The woman felt a ferocious squeeze between her thighs. The general, nonetheless, kept talking swiftly:

‘The whole score of kids he had sired by then… stood at 25,803.’

‘Twenty… five…’

Thousand…!!

The woman leaned forward, almost dropping her equipment, feeling all the air leave her body.

Ooooaarrhh!!

Many soldiers approached:

‘Ma’am, please tell us what’s going on.’

She looked at them, then finally to the general, who knew all too well what was going on.

‘You’re aroused, aren’t you?’ The old man proceeded, very patiently. ‘Your newspaper should have sent someone a little tougher. If you’re already like that just by hearing about our man’s feats, what’s gonna happen when you actually meet him?’

The woman breathed deep, feeling a full ocean drip from her pussy.

Her nipples were so steel-hard they almost literally ripped two holes on her shirt. The soldiers then finally noticed the dark smears on her clothes.

‘Holy shit…!’ Some exclaimed.

The woman immediately rose, took another deep breath, and gave one more ample opportunity for the soldiers to see the other, bigger smudge in the middle of her legs.

‘I’m so sorry, b-but… all of this is… I need to…’ She lowered her head and tried to focus. ‘Can I have a moment alone?’

The soldiers looked to one another.

‘What would you like to do?’

She pinched her own arms and looked to the door, picturing the long white corridor in her mind.

‘Is there any bathroom nearby?? I mean, a more… private one? Just for us ladies??’

The soldiers looked at each other again, whispering something she couldn’t (or didn’t want to) make out.

‘Two doors on the right. You’ll….’

‘General!’ As soon as she got the directions, she reached out to the senior officer. ‘Could you give me… uh, this clipboard… these data sheets about the soldier?’

After thinking for a while, the officer gave her the document.

‘What do you have in mind, dear?’

‘I… I-I…’

She tried to answer something, anything, but she knew none of the excuses she could concoct would amount to anything.

Instead, she simply turned around and walked towards the door.

‘I’ll be back in a pinch… if you excuse me.’

As she closed the door on her back, she could hear the many laughs in the room. None of that disturbed her, however.

«I need to…! Oh!! I need to…!»

Desperately, with the documents in hand, she looked for the bathroom, where she would finally get…

‘Oooow…!!’ …some fucking release!


‘It’s all for your own sake, you hear me, my bitch, busty Barbie!’ She squeezed her blond friend’s breasts and fondled her chiseled abs. ‘It’s all to get your body nice and ready… for my man, okay?’ She smiled. ‘You haven’t experienced anything yet! Aaah! You’re going to learn what an orgasm really is… uuuuiii!… when my man finally gets inside you… so sweet and deep! Ooow…. oooww!!’

Once finished with her masterful domination, the muscle brunette found it good to rise up and… estimate the damages around the place.

Right there, where they were, in the middle of the bathroom, right in between the blonde’s legs, there were over twenty ounces of female spunk, which still couldn’t compare to…

‘Goddamn it!’

…the half-gallon of nectar she herself had ejaculated close to the sink.

Another quarter gallon was near one corner of the bathroom, close to the sinks and its mirrors, mixed with several other ounces of piss.

All and all, those two big mare-ladies had ejaculated and pissed close to three-quarters of females juices. Not bad, not bad at all.

‘I’ve done so much worse.’ The brunette snapped her fingers, getting closer to the sink and the mirrors to watch her own body. ‘When I’m with five or six other girls…. oooh…. that orgy, that one time, when I dealt with twelve women at once… yuuumm!!’

She flexed. Her sculptural body, carved out of mahogany, shone with all her muscles perfectly contracted, impeccably ripped and shredded in from of the mirror.

Her pussy dripped with the thick, fat jets of her own nectar. She still had a lot of energy to release, but she knew it could only be released…

‘Wow, how hot I am! Oooww!!’ And she spoke to her own reflection —or rather, her reflexion spoke to her. ‘Let’s fuck, shall we? Finish what we started, huh? Huh?’

Her absurdly muscular reflection seemed to answer with a blink of an eye and several flexings of her muscles.

The brunette lowered her fingers down to her pussy and, flexing her super-powerful muscles in front of the mirror…

‘Oooow… oooohh… ooowww!!’

She supported herself on the sink. The pleasure of her manly, absurdly warm touch…

‘Fuuuuck!!’

Drop-drop… sbloorshh! She felt the liquids stocked inside her cunt fall heavy and bountiful on the floor, some even over her feet.

Blam-blam! She spread her legs and, looking straight at herself in the mirror…

‘Oooowww!!!’

… she sank her fingers deep inside her pussy. With unparalleled aggressivity, she began to masturbate. The pleasure that flowed through all her muscles was unrivaled.

‘Oooooowww!!!’

Regardless of how many men or girls she fucked, she could never feel as much pleasure as when… fucking her own self!

It was as if she and only she, of all the hot bitches in the world, could give herself this same kind of uber-intense, ultra-masculine pleasure.

‘Fuuuuck…. ooow, ooow, ooooowww…..!!’ She smiled at her reflection, giving it an air kiss. ‘How hot I am… ooow!!’

She spread her legs even wider. Her fingering didn’t just look like mere fingering, but an aggression against her own cunt! As if, in a matter of seconds…

‘AAAAAHHHHHHH…!!!’

…she was going to draw blood from it!

With her body now getting hard and her fist pounding her own cunt at the speed of forty of fifty pulsations every single second, her fingers deep inside her cooch and all her erogenous spots being expertly massacred, the brunette stared longingly at her reflection and… and…

She flexed! One of her biceps contracted with matchless power, followed by her six ultra-shredded abs muscles, with two new ones growing just below the lowest pair, right above her pussy.

‘OOOOHHH-OIOOOHHH–OOOHHHH…!!!’

The brunette flexed her pecs and made both of her gigantic, titanic, obscene tits hop!

Sssqquiiiiisshh!! Milk as thick as chantilly burst from her nipples, falling heavily inside the kitchen.

‘Goddess! Goddess… GODDEEEEESSSSS!!!!’

Behind her, feeling a breath right over her nape, the brunette noticed the presence of a spirit drawing closer and… helping her masturbate!

«Hera!»

Her guardian goddess was there, taking her by her back, holding her hands, fondling her muscles, and guiding her towards an earth-shattering orgasm!

«You’re so beautiful, my daughter!»

‘OOOOORRRHHHHHHH!!!!’

The brunette could swear the spirit spoke directly to her. «Come! I wanna come… stronger than any man.»

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The man breathed out of pace. Little by little, his face began to tear up.

The brunette leaned over even further on his pecs, making all the spunk on her breasts fall on the man’s huge body.

The pussy kept going lower and her labia devouring inch after inch of that god prick.

‘OOOOW……!!!’ For a moment, the man swore he couldn’t possibly keep it together.

The woman was going deeper than any pussy has ever managed with him. Even his wife, a very tasty, delicious blonde, couldn’t ever go deeper than six inches on his dong.

And that brunette there actually went much, much further beyond: seven inches… ‘ooooohh!!’… eight inches…!

‘What a goooooood tick, my male!’

‘Aaaim….!!’

Claack! For every word, for every syllable she spoke… claaaank!!

‘Huuuuuuummmmfff….!!!!’

…the pussy bit that prick powerfully, making him…

‘Im gonna… oooow, mommeeee…!!’

‘Uuuh, say it! Say it, my hot boy.’

‘Oow, mommy… oow, oow, I’m gonna cum…!’

She raised an eyebrow, thinking it was amazing that…

‘Already?’

The man nodded frenetically.

‘I-I-I-I-I-I c-c-can’t h-hold on a-any l-longer!!’

Slaaap!! The giantess gave his masculine face another powerful slap.

‘Cum.’

‘Aaaaheeem….!!’

‘You can cum, my male. Cum. Cum!’

Claaack! Claanck! Cluuucnk!!

‘AARR…………………!!!!!’ The pussy powerfully clamped down on that man’s dick, devouring inches so deep the man never thought any woman could ever go so far.

«Whooore!! Oooh, sluuuut, aahiiiii!!!»

His body contorted while the whore literally laughed at his misery:

‘Oooh, my boy! Big beautiful momma’s boy! Take it!’

Claaank!! Tears began falling down from the man’s reddish eyes.

‘AAHRMM………..!!!!!’

He convulsed furiously, not having where to hide the countless screams of pleasure that piled up inside his chest.

The giant whore was nine inches into him! He  could already feel the tip of his prick pressing against the gates of her cervix.

To his shock, then…

‘Ooow…. aaaaaaaahiiiiiiiiiimmm…!!!’

‘Ooooohhhh….!!’

Clanck, clanck, clank…!!! The pussy contractions became involuntary.

While she pressed for the final inch, the pussy bit all the penis’ length with vibrations outside her control.

‘Oooooorrhhhh….!!!’

‘Mmmmmrrrr…!!’

‘Shut up! Shut uuuup….!!’

‘B-b-but… oh, mommy…!!!’

Bloooorrnng! He felt something… completely new…

‘My god!’

His female’s cervix… had given in!

‘Aaaaaahiiiiii!!!’

She threw her head back and experienced an immense wave of pleasure.

The man had his eyes almost popped out, barely able to understand…

‘Y-you… you cum…?!’

…how his woman managed to cum with his dick literally penetrating her cervix!

She pierced her partner’s muscular shoulders with her nails, making him bleed.

‘Aaarrhhh…..!!’

His scream, however, was obfuscated by his lady’s lioness’ roar:

OOOOOOAARRRHHHHHH!!!’

‘Aaarrhiimm…. aaaanhh…!!’

Ploooc! Another half-inch of his horse cock penetrated the woman, whose pussy…

‘Oooh! Oooh! Oooh, ooh, oooh, ooohaaa…!!!’

The man quivered without respite. That woman, she!… She was giving him multiple orgasms!

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They kissed. The hot muscular babe pierced that male’s neck with her tongue, sucking him so hard she made him cough and lose his breath.

‘Oh, my god! Poor little boy!’ She broke the kiss, letting the man finally breathe.

‘My god! Your tongue….!’

She then stuck all her tongue out… to her man’s dismay.

‘Fuck’s sake!’

That tongue was longer than many penises!

‘I’ve been blessed in every possible way.’ She kept showing off her fantastic member, just like a well-endowed guy proudly displaying his prick.

‘What… what a tongue, damn it!’

‘Wanna guess how long it is?’

‘I… I-I…’

The woman answered:

‘Six inches.’

‘Fucking sh-!’

She held his chin strongly, shutting him up.

‘Watch out for the tongue, my boy.’

‘Ooow… aaahim…

‘Uuuh… my sweet little hot stud son! Uuuh!‘ She squeezed her massive, hard tits in between her arms, making those melons bloat to even more obscene proportions. ‘Would you like to suck your momma? Take my milk now?’

‘My god… you… oh, you…!’

She pressed on it inside her man’s mouth.

‘Come, drink. Suck my tits.’

‘Mmmrrmm….!!’

While he splurged and gorged on those unbelievably hard tits, the muscular Amazon held his dick with a hand and returned to masturbating him.

Sleeprt, schleeeprt, schluurpt… her fingers made gooey, bubbly sounds while they pumped that prick with so much spunk flowing in between them.

‘You milk’s sooo hot, my male.’

‘Ooow…. mmmmmrr…!’

‘You literally cum like ten guys. I like you. Oow, oow…’

She then leaned her head to his face and, like a bitch claiming her territory, gave him another thirsty, hungry lick.

The male let go of her tits and looked deep into her eyes:

‘Why… oh, w-why…??’

She kept jerking him off casually, as if the motions were second nature to her.

‘Only one man in this world can own me: the supersoldier.’

‘Oooh…’

‘All other men… oow, oow, my stud… look at me! Just feel my hands on your sweet, thick cock!’

‘God fucking damn it!!’

She held his balls and began to masturbate them with just one hand, abler than any professional.

The man went back to contorting his whole body, losing control.

Like a very loving bitch, she returned to sucking and licking all his body while exploring his bountiful hard muscles with her other hand.

She kissed him and flexed her own powerful muscles over his body:

‘Big strong man you are!’

‘Mmmm…’

‘You must be very used to giving the orders in the bed, aren’t you?’

‘Aaaiim…. aaahim…’

‘But I know what you want for real.’

‘Aaaim, mommy…!’

‘I know who you truly are!’

‘Aaahuiimmmm…!!’

He could barely believe it, but his penis, completely hard… was readying itself to shoot yet again!

Sleeeerpt! The woman licked and sucked his neck filled with love and lust.

‘Fucking hell!’

On her ears, she kept talking with the purring voice of a cat in heat:

‘You want an Alpha woman… muscular… powerful like me bossing you around on the bed…’

‘Oow, mommeeee! Ooow!’

‘Shut the fuck up.’

‘Oow, yes… yes, ma’am.’ ‘You’re going to cum again… and you won’t make a sound.’

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