The Instructress screamed. Her gushes of squirt were interrupted every time the princess hit her. Her entire body seemed to catch fire, and her glutes were quickly desensitized. They were both 69-ing each other, both only Diane was now acting upon the pussy of her lover. The instructress was suffering too much and cumming too hard to focus on Diane’s gushing cunt. Still, the princess came gallons through her cunt, for the pleasure of domination was much greater than that of the matriarch’s tongue.
“I will destroy you.” The princess’s cunt drilled the insides of her master. “Let me show you how a teenager can pound another woman like a bull!” Diane slowly pulled her head back, taking out inch after inch of her god-tongue from that pussy. The Instructress was already screaming for mercy, feeling all her insides unravel and her body implode.
“PLEASE!!” The tears fell in cataracts from her face. “DIANE!! PLEASE, STOP!!” Though the princess had only started penetrating her, the Instructress felt literally more pleasure than she did with all the girls she had fucked in her life. “I… I-I!!… I CAN’T TAKE IT!! YOUR POWER!!! DIANE, YOUR POWER IS JUST TOO MUUUUUCH!!!” Every word the Instructress screamed reeked with agony, and the explosions from her cunt didn’t lie: the woman was experiencing, by far, the single biggest, strongest orgasms of her life… and the princess hadn’t even started with her!
“Disappointing.” Diane muttered, removing inch after inch, very slowly, of her tongue from that cunt. “I expected more of you, my master.” Her tongue and her face were being showered by that thick, sweet cunt nectar. Diane had about forty inches of god-tongue, with half of it crammed and curled inside the vagina, overfilling it and the womb, throbbing and stimulating hundreds of erogenous spots simultaneously and driving the woman to madness… and then beyond!
“DIANE!!” Her screams were arousing. She could taste the blood of the torn cunt along with its gallons of juices. Diane retrieved as much of her tongue as she could, with ten inches curled up in a ball inside the Instructress. The poor woman unraveled harder and faster than expected, shaking and convulsing at mercy of those orgasms. “GODS!!” Her screams almost struck pity in Diane’s heart. “GODS, PLEASE…!! SAVE ME!!” The princess could feel her tears in her thighs. The Instructress was a mere shell of her former self, and she was about to be undone even further.
“One.” Diane counted, cryptically, and then she inserted the thirty extra inches of her tongue back in the woman. Bulk after bulk after bulk of flesh filled her womb to the brim, stretching her waist loudly. Diane didn’t push that womb up, but instead curled the tongue as she shoved it in, adding a tremendous volume to the woman’s body. Suddenly, it all looked as if the Instructress carried over fifteen babies in her belly.
“Two.” Diane pulled her tongue and thrust it back in again. The Instructress was no longer screaming; she was just cumming. Even her gallons of squirts were interrupted by a shock in her body: her tits swelled and exploded with milk threads from her nipples. She was stiff, but vibrating, her face frozen in perpetual horror. Only faint, desperate whimpers got out of her throat, like the yelps of a helpless dog, and the princess couldn’t help but to feel even more aroused by the sorry state she left her master in. “Three.” She thrust her tongue. “Four.” She thrust it again. “Five. Six. Seven…” She stopped counting as her tongue really got to pounding that cunt. After about twenty mad blows, the pussy squirted nectar back into her face, and the splashes reached as far as the trees around them. Diane was drilling squirt from her cunt, extracting gallons from every blow, as if the tip of her tongue struck wells filled with lube, deliciously bathing herself on that endless offering.
I could feel the electricity bursting from her cunt at about a dozen times per second; she was feeling orgasms at the pace of her electrical signals in her body; the massive loads of orgasms were long and torturing; some took dozens of seconds, some took well over minutes, but all of them made her feel like she was dying and closer to heaven (or hell), and all made her body feel burning and her muscle fibers tearing up under the unbelievable stress.
As an inevitable physical reaction, all her holes starting pouring hot juices all the time: her tits splashed milk on my face and my own bosom as her gaping cunt hosed gallons of nectar on the grass, building a river which soon loudly flowed down the hills, creating ponds on the forest around us.
Her body was either seized by electrical orgasms or thrashing around in pure agony. As she hugged my massive, muscular back again, she clung to me like a sloth on a tree branch, and then she started shaking while her nails pierced my back deeper, drawing blood and tearing my skin apart.
The pain only made me more ravenous and merciless. Kissing her nape and her neck very slowly all the way down to her tits, I struck her with multiple orgasms at every kiss while the most massive orgasms kept raging on her cunt. “Thirty.” I counted them in between kisses. “Thirty-one. Thirty-two.”
“PLEEEEASE!!!” She despaired. “STOOOOPP!!!” She was crying and even snorting as I readied another nerve-shattering orgasm in her cunt; her current orgasms diminished just a little while my fingers stimulated several new spots in her, activating massive central nerves which I pushed and made explode with electricity.
“FUUUUUCK!!!” The tears started raining from her face as I felt literal sparks on my finger in her cunt. The divine flood that poured from her was both jaw-dropping and comical.
“Thirty-three.” I counted, adding smaller multiple orgasms to that massive, God of Orgasms with my kisses down her tits. “Thirty-four. Thirty-five. Thirty-six and thirty-seven.” Sometimes, new waves of orgasms appeared on her body without my knowledge or control. “Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine.”
My girl stopped screaming and spent a long, five-minute session just staring red-eyed at the sky. Seventy-four massive, tissue-tearing orgasms seemed to strike her, building up to a hundred and eleven massive waves of orgasms in total. «A good warm-up,» I thought while gazing upon her tits.
As I ate them, I counted the smaller multiple orgasms multiplying in her body: «a hundred and twelve… thirteen… fourteen-fifteen-sixteen… eighteen… twenty-two…» One could literally see the waves of electricity rippling through her body from the orgasmic focal points I created. In that left tit which I sucked, for example, the literal waves of energy burst from her sore nipples, which hosed so much milk in me I literally coughed and expelled a some of it back through my nose. «Holy shit, you fucking cow!»
Lumina’s body still burned when she started to open her eyes.
As powerful as the pleasure she felt was, it was no longer so excruciating that it prevented her mind and her eyes to focus on her surroundings. Little by little, as she blinked, the angel looked around and felt the light slowly peering into her sight, slowly adding more details to the environment.
Her sight started to sharpen and her orgasms became less oppressive. The angel realized she was not alone. She squinted her eyes and sharpened her gaze, seeing the tall, hard, shapely contours of the gorgeous figures surrounding her.
Demonesses. The fallen angels of Hell!
“Be gone, foul creatures!” She jumped on the bed, only to realize two demonesses were holding her still. “Argh! Let me go! Let me go, you filthy beasts, or I conjure the wrath of Heavens upon you.”
After a moment of silence, the room broke into laughter.
“Gee, you, calm down, your holiness.” A gorgeous 9-feet-tall, red-skinned goddess spread her arms open and made her breasts bounce in her tight black dress. “As if you were much better than us, oh, queen of hell!”
“Queen…?” The memories started rushing back, “…of hell??” She remembered it all: the touch, the heat, the hardness, the length, the width, and the depth of that 42-inch-long god cock… and the even more daunting master who owned it.
The demonesses screamed as the woman lifted her waist and hosed them with a shower of lubes from her cunt.
“Watch out!” They spread out their wings and flew off, laughing. “She’s cumming again!”
Massive orgasms attacked the angel for a few more minutes until she came down to reality and panted. “Where…?” Her sight became blurry. “Where am I?”
One of the demonesses bowed.
“You’re in your room, your highness. I hope you find it to your liking.”
“My… my room?”
The place shook as a massive demoness took center stage and addressed the others: “alright, you sluts, give the girl some rest. You four, let her go.”
“But she’s still…”
“I said:” she gritted her beautiful teeth, “let. Her. Go.”
“Alright, ma’am. You’re the boss.” And the four beautiful, luscious bombshells got away from the angel. The massive, muscular demoness, approaching the bed, got some of the angel’s squirts in her own thighs.
“How are you doing, my beautiful?”
Lumina panted as she looked at that woman. She was probably taller than her by a whole foot, standing at 11ft-tall. Her breasts were amazing, world-class knockers that only barely surpassed hers in size. They looked as firm as two flexed biceps, and whenever the demoness walked, she could hear the prodigious loads of milk shaking inside them.
Her abs were highlighted even under her thigh red dress, which seemed to complement the red tone of her skin perfectly. The demoness sported no less than twelve gorgeous muscles on her belly, each as big as Lumina’s biceps, and all rippling under the cloth.
She was as curvy and feminine as Lumina, but far more muscular. Her arms stretched the sleeves of her dress and her biceps bulged visibly beneath the cloth. The demoness’s legs were another wonder on their own right: two outrageously muscular and vascular monuments that would beat any professional male bodybuilder.
Right below her hips, her dress ended on a full view of her beautiful, tasty, meaty legs, which bulged and throbbed at the slightest movement of the demoness. Lumina couldn’t hold back moans as she saw the demoness’s uber-muscular ass, and her hips were so wide they gave the impression she was Hell’s (and the universe’s) most fertile female.
Not only was that Servant of Satan tall, muscular, and powerful, she was also outstandingly gorgeous; of all women there, in fact, she was the only one who could compare to Lumina.
“Hello, my queen.” She said. “I hope you’re enjoying your stay.”
“Y-you…” Lumina tried to speak, but her throat was so dry. The demoness chuckled, walking calmly around the bed.
“Just for the record, little angel, I hate you. I used to be the center of attention here until you showed up. I hate you immensely, and I would do away with you if I had the chance to. Sadly, my lord loves you, so I have no choice but to defer my authority to you and…” She bowed, “welcome you, my queen.”
Lumina saw her full, luscious breasts, and immediately moaned as she was consumed by desire.
“God!!” The word escaped her mouth as her eyes almost popped out, much to the demoness’s amusement.
“I see you’re still suffering the orgasms from my husband. That’s not a shocker. He fucked you for two months without a break, which is much more than any of us –or any being in the universe, for that matter—was ever able to take.” She bowed again. “It pains me to admit, but you are one resilient fucker.”
Lumina was panting and heating up as if the strongest of fevers consumed her. There was something else going on with her body, though at first she couldn’t tell what. The angel struggled to move her head and see her torso, and much of it was due to the extreme pain and heat all over her body.
Every single muscle ached. She felt like she’s just been stepped on by a horde of elephants –and maybe that would be an understatement. Looking to that demoness, she asked:
The demoness smiled.
“Already wanting that good dick again, huh? Well, tough luck, girl. Lucifer is too busy with other women to go back to you. Besides, you’ve got more important things to worry about in the moment.” The demoness walked laid a hand on the woman’s belly. “Can you see it? You can’t look down, can you?” She giggled. “Those giant breasts of yours wouldn’t let you see much, I suppose” Then, she squeezed the angel’s belly harder. “Can you feel it? Moving inside you? Kicking and fighting for space, huh? Can you feel the little fuckers, the proud offspring of Hell?”
Lumina felt her breath uneven, with her heart pounding as her mind sorted out so many different thoughts at once.
“What are you talking about?”
The demoness smiled. “You know very well what. Your memory might be hazy, but your body knows.” She heard the angel’s heartbeat as the floodgates of memory burst open in her brain.
“I’m… I’m…” Her chin trembled, her lips dried out. “I’m pregnant!”
The other demonesses laughed as their leader clapped and smiled, talking for all to hear:
“Yes, you’re pregnant, my dear, and what a lush harvest this is!” She hugged her belly and gave it a kiss, making Lumina’s cunt throb as she felt the demoness’s fat, luscious lips in her bellybutton. “Fifteen kids! Satan has bred you with fifteen kids, you wonderful cow!”
Lumina’s eyes almost popped out.
“What??! What the fuck?!!”
“That’s right, proud momma! It’s been a while since Hell has seen such a bountiful harvest.” She bit her lip and made a clicking noise with her teeth. “You gorgeous cunt. Even in that you beat me!” She stretched her palms to Lumina, then just four fingers of her right hand. “Fourteen! I was the previous record owner, with fourteen kids in one go!”
Lumina was gulping loudly. She wasn’t exactly skeptical, but rather resistant to the truth.
“What the… fuck…?!”
Again, the demoness clapped her hands and a rush of power was felt throughout the room, making the angel moan as her tits hardened and her nipples threatened to pierce her thin pink dress.
With a furious contraction of her cunt, she expelled fat loads of nectar straight on the demoness’s bellybutton, prompting her to look up with a wry smile.
The demoness smiled as her angel screamed, feeling like a goddess of hell as the muscles rippled through her body and the veins made her arm bulge and swell. She wouldn’t have been bigger or heavier even if she were made of pure iron. The demoness was a 11ft-tall, 800-pound monster of muscles and power… and she would now completely destroy her angel with all this power.
“All these muscles, my dear, used for just one thing:” her eyes beamed with the fires of hell, “crushing your cunt!”
“Nooo…!!” The angel almost shot tears through her eyes, so intense was her agony.
The demoness relaxed her arms and led her hand to the angel’s steamy cunt. Her hungry fingers wasted no time in flickering every inch of her engorged labia and her raging clit. The cunt felt immensely hard and hot as the demoness performed the very first motions, creating an avalanche of orgasms in the poor angel’s body.
Her hair spiked up and lightning bolts burst from her skin. Her screams shattered all the glasses in the room, with its huge chandelier blowing up and swinging threateningly in the ceiling. Sharp pierces of glass rained down on the demoness, who nonetheless kept her pose as her fingers raged in the pussy.
Three fingers sank deep into the cunt, and for a second the demoness whelped in pain, feeling a burn in her whole palm as the cunt was short of breathing fire. “Holy fucking shit, angie! The fuck is all that heat??” Steam burst from the angel’s every pore. “Damn!!” The demoness felt the incredible pressure almost tearing her bones into pieces. That cunt alone had more muscle power than a horse kick. “You fucking bimbo bitch, aarhh!!”
The demoness’ thumb massacred the angel’s clit while her pinky splurged on her labia, and her three middle fingers performed pussy-genocide in the depth of that cunt, fumbling her cervix and venturing into the womb as the angel replied with oceans of lubes gushing at scorching temperatures –enough to make the demoness scream in pain. “Fuck!!”
Despite her agony, the demoness redoubled her efforts, and the loud, roaring sounds coming from her angel’s tits reminded her that they had gone too long without a good suction. “Give me your mommy cream, bitch!”
“FUUUCK…!!!” Lumina screamed endlessly as the demoness’s mouth was bloated with gallons of juices. For the first time in ages, her belly started to grow.
Moved by her powerful orgasms, Drayla’s spread her wings and flapped them, making the demoness hover on the ground, then on the bed.
As the nectar was pouring through the edges of the bed like several waterfalls, a strong fire grew in the angel’s womb, burning her eggs and cooking her ovaries while the demoness unleashed lightning bolts from the tip of her fingers, seizing her entire body in one long, powerful, soul-stealing orgasm. “Let me show you show a few of the tricks us demonesses learn down here.” She ravished Lumina with mighty lightning bolts from her fingers, feeling much of the orgasm ricochet back into her own body as the angel became stiff like metal rod.
The demoness showed off her biceps again while flexing her thighs. Her dress was tore and ripped as the monstrous slabs of meat hardened with a full display of veins and fibers; legs thicker than a giant male bodybuilder’s. The demoness looked to her angel, whose desire was burning in her face, and snapped her fingers to wake her up from the torpor. “So, my little angel, my mighty queen, I demand a little bit more respect from you, okay?” Her tongue dance on her full, meaty lips. “Lest you wanna be punished by this mighty goddess, whose muscular body you covet so much.”
To her surprise, Lumina moved from her resting position and sat on the bed, whimpering as she felt the massive weight of her breasts pull her back down. «Fuck!» She thought. «Did these grow bigger?!» She looked to the demoness and compared her bosom to hers. The filthy, red-skinned bitch was still noticeably larger, even though her belly was as ripped as a woman who hadn’t seen pregnancy in a long while.
Lumina looked to her own belly, finding it so large and hard it was difficult to even sit. “Fuck, I’m huge!” She spread her tits apart to see her belly, yet even this was too difficult for her: her tits were not just luscious slabs of fat filled with milk, but truly hard stones that easily passed off as muscles. She couldn’t move them at all, and most of her body felt as if cement had been injected in her. «Fuck this shit!» She looked to her demoness. “I’m carrying fifteen kids, am I not?”
“Yes, you are, my queen.” The demoness stepped to her and put a hand over her belly. “Three months old.”
“Fuck! I’m this big only three months it?”
Drayla calmly nodded. “You should rejoice, o Queen of Hell. Your body is so luscious and powerful that it can easily carry fifteen of the strongest, sturdiest breeds in all of Hell –and, by extension, in all of the Universe: Lucifer’s seed!”
Lumina couldn’t just look at Drayla’s body so close to her without doing anything: with both hands, she squeezed the demoness’s breasts. “Fuck!!” She felt a powerful pang in her cunt and electric shocks in her own tits, which gushed creamy milk on the demoness’s body. “Fuck, fuck!! You’re so… hard!!” She fondled those tits lusciousness, playing with their aureoles and extracting a gasping, panting breath from the demoness. “Are you pregnant?”
“No. Haven’t been for a year.”
“You… you look so lush. Like…” She stammered. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re great, but… wow, look at those!” She held the breasts from below and lifted them, making her own biceps swell as she required all the strength in her upper torso to lift those mighty beasts. “How big are they??”
“The humans call those a double-H size.” She winked. “Amazing, aren’t they?” The angel looked up to her, almost as if accepting a challenge:
“Mine too are double-H. Yours look a little bigger.”
“They can get bigger depending on my state of arousal. Right now, yeah, I feel like those beauties…” She fondled the angel’s cheeks, “are more like, an I size.” “Fuck. You… you’re so…” Lumina withheld her words and leaned on the demoness’s chest, giving Drayla’s left breast a kiss before moving to the other breast and moistening it all up with her tongue and her full lips. She was not just kissing those beasts, but almost eating them; sucking and biting to feel all their hardness and their juiciness –literally, for those jugs were as full of milk as her own. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, my fucking god!”
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.
That priest, however, ticked all the right boxes. On usual circumstances, oh, she made her tongue slip, her mouth water, and her cunt drool. The beast was 8’5ft-tall –taller than many angels—and weighed over 1,000 pounds of muscle in his near-zero-fat body. She squirted all over the clouds just thinking about him, her pristine, diamond-like juices showering her surroundings as she saw his muscles bulging, his arms swinging, his powerful glutes flexing, his thighs hardening as he power fucked that woman.
The mere thought of that beast fucking was enough to draw hot breaths and loud whimpers from her. That bulging bull, brimming with virility, sprinkling his sweat all over his cathedral as he tore the habits of his sisters and fucked them senseless until the chair and tables and stone walls cracked under his relentless thrusting, was more powerful than several hundred stallions in his gentlest of fucks; in his hardest, oh, he couldn’t be compared to any animal (or herd of animals) neither on Earth nor on Heaven or Hell.
When he was fucking with his full might, he stood on a league of his own. The monster literally drilled his lover through a wall and into a large arena, which he proceeded to crack and destroy with his relentless pounding. Lumina saw him pin his woman’s body on the ground and plow through her so fast that his waist disappeared in the air. The name of this lucky woman was Vanessa, and she too was one of the most powerful beings on Earth –powerful enough to fuck her way through hundreds of men without dropping a sweat, but not nearly powerful enough to even come close to matching her lover in intensity, virility, and sexual might. Her massive, muscular body was being reduced to pudding under that man’s bestial thrusts, which made Lumina seize under murderous orgasms as her tits stiffened and the milk literally boiled inside of them.
She felt steam come through her nipples. She was about to burst at any moment, she could feel it! «Fuck!! What is wrong with that man?!»
The priest, you see, though usually a massive, virile being, was growing beyond anything even her nastiest, most sordid dreams could concoct. In his ‘normal’ state, the man was 8’5ft-tall and 1,000 pounds heavy, which was some consolation to her, who stood at 9’5ft-tall and weighed over 400 pounds in breasts, ass, thighs, and some gentle, slightly-fit muscles.
As he fucked that woman, however, the priest went from the largest man on Earth to a veritable beast of muscles, more endowed than at least three breeding bulls. His height quickly ballooned to 10-feet, and his 1,000 pounds of muscles swelled to 3,500 pounds and counting, muscles growing atop of muscles while the beast plowed through Vanessa with enough strength to split the entire, massive arena from wall to wall.
Several cracks grew around the woman’s waist as the priest pounded her with animalistic abandon, and the floor sunk under their hips as the pressure and the speed of his thrusts only became more mortal by the minute.
Lumina couldn’t contain the massive waves of orgasms that rocket through her body –so much pleasure that her massive, JJ-cup tits shrunk and squirted fountains of milk into the clouds. “Aaaaah…!!!” The goddess stuck her tongue out and screamed for what felt like an eternity. It was too much for her naive, heavenly mind to understand! The waves…! “Fuck!!” The waves of pleasure burst from her waist all the way up to her breasts, making the muscles of her chest flex so brutally the gallons of milk were almost exploded out through her nipples like volcanic bursts –and all of that simply by watching the sheer virility with which Gaston fucked his bitch senseless.
The godly teenager walked fast and angry in the palace on the clouds.
His mighty body whisked through the corridors, making earthquakes with its feet and his thick, extraordinarily muscular legs, which could easily crack open a crater on the earth.
‘Zeeeus!’ He shouted, his voice splitting the skies.
All the inhabitants of Olympus could feel his fury, and as a result, tried at all costs to avoid him.
Some, however, attempted to placate that god’s fury:
‘Pargasus! Oh, my deity!’ The nymphs followed his footsteps, weeping and yelping. ‘Please, Pargasus! Let us help…’
‘Not now, sluts!’
The nymphs stopped in their tracks, sincerely shocked by the rejection. Few males, if any, could ever say ‘no’ to their bodies.
Perpetually young, locked at ages between eighteen and twenty-four, sporting absurdly big and shapely asses, long legs, massive breasts full of milk, thin waists, and faces literally sculpted by the gods, those faries were the sexual satisfaction of all the gods in Olympus.
Though it was their job to serve all deities equally, nothing prevented them from having their own personal favorites—and Pargasus, oh, was second in bed skills only to the god of all gods; the unrivaled, unbeatable…
‘…Zeus!!’ The young man shouted louder, making the marble walls of those hallways rumble.
But one nymph held her friend.
‘Let him be, honey. He seems really angry. Let him and Zeus handle their differences.’
‘Oh, by the gods!!’ The nymph quivered, making her tits jolt. ‘That’s not going to be good, no, it isn’t!’
‘Let’s get out of here before things get the wrong kind of ‘heated.”
‘Oh, my god, Lydia! At least let me… oooh…‘
‘Mmm… what is it?’
‘You know, Lydia…’ And she pointed to Pargasus, who got farther at every angry step. ‘Him! Our god!! Oh, my god, he’s sooo hot!’
‘Oooh… yes, he…’ The nymph sighed. ‘He sure is!’
The three nubes quickly felt their pussies tingle. That god’s body was impossible not to be worshiped.
Muscles atop muscles, an absolutely sculptural and perfect shape, 7.7-feet of pure masculinity and hyper virility, that god was modestly dressed in white robes, leaving his body semi-naked to the gaze of all the nymphomaniac goddesses and servants of that place.
Even the other manly gods jerked off to his physique, which was the perfect encapsulation of his divine lineage.
A god, indeed, who was also very, very upset.
«I can’t take it! I can’t take this bullshit anymore!»
Angrily, he walked to the private chambers of the Higher God. Blaaam! He burst through the door loudly, without checking if there was anyone inside.
There was. His body froze as he witnessed the scene inside.
He gulped. His heart now beat truly scared.
Crawling on the floor, a tall, busty, big-assed brunette dragged herself closer to his feet:
‘Melisandre!’ He leaned forward, trying to aid her.
The woman was wrecked. Her legs were wobbly and her pussy secreted an ungodly thick white broth, forming a long trail to the inner rooms of that building.
‘Pargasus!’ Though agonizing, the woman couldn’t stop smiling. ‘Pargasus!!’
‘I’m here. What is it?’
‘Oow, Zeus! Zeus! ZEUS!!’
She writhed some more. Her pussy secreted an even bigger bulk of that white broth. She was so full that her belly, always chiseled, now looked like a 5-or-6-month pregnant woman’s.
She couldn’t stop shaking and secreting that goo through her pussy and her anus and her mouth as she tried to utter her final words, crying with so much pleasure:
‘That god… oow, that horse!…’ And she felt her head heavier. ‘He’s a monster!!
‘Melisandre, don’t faint!’
Buum! Her face went to the floor, totally unconscious.
Pargasus got up and looked around, witnessing the impressive scene of destruction.
«This…!» He thought. «This is a massacre!»
The young man had to cover his nose not to smell the place —the whole place smelled like pure, concentrated masculinity!
Pools and more pools filled with semen released dense, strong-scented steams, turning the whole place into an obscene sauna.
The most impressive of all, of course, were the women: the dozens and hundreds of women agonizing, trembling, shivering, and babbling nonsense on the floor:
‘Zeus…. oorrh, Z-Zeeeuss!!’
Pargasus walked past each of them, heading to the inner rooms.
Just in the first meters past the door, he found one… two… three, four, five, six women scattered on the floor, still suffering multiple orgasms in their semi-conscious bodies.
Further ahead, near a fountain…
‘By Zeus!!’ Pagasus’s heart trembled.
Before him was a pile of ladies, some resting over the others, some laying the fountain, and many more floating inside it —and all equally unable to say anything other than a few, scant whimpers and cries of absolute jest:
Some looked up fearfully to the teen, wondering if he was there to finish the job Zeus had started.
‘Pargasus….’ They begged. ‘We’re… ooow!!’
Pargasus had to give some steps back not to be stained by the squirts of those five pussies.
Together with the lubes, pints and more pints of semen escaped through their mouths, pussies, and anuses. All their wholes had been dominated by that virile and potent seed —and the god responsible for it was still fucking somewhere in that immense building!
‘Pargasus… what a god…!!’ They cried. ‘What a fucking maaan!!‘
‘Oh, Pargasus! He’s sooo much better than you!’
And they laughed, absolutely fuck-drunk, cumming again and again one on top each other, with their swollen pussies secreting semen at every second.
Passing by an enormous room full of lounges, Pargasus widened his eyes.
‘By the gods!’
There he could count some twelve or thirteen fancy chairs, each with four to six women knocked out.
Over the big center table, reserved for the most luxurious banquets, he counted…
«Eight, nine, ten…» And gulped. «Eleven, twelve, thirteen…»
There were fourteen women over that table, with some sixty in total for the room.
«Zeus!!» He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, angrily running through the corridors to the inner-most chambers.
He could count one woman for every two or three steps on his way: all thrown on the floor, nubile and fertile, sweet-scented and hot, tremendously luscious and busty.
‘Paaar…’ Some writhed. ‘…gasus!!’
He ignored them, walking indifferently past countless cum-ridden bodies, all ejaculating semen through the vaginas, anuses, mouths, all the freaking holes, some of them so swollen they couldn’t even breathe!
Pargasus turned to a new corridor. The sequence of hot, young girls didn’t end: twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five…
«Son of a bitch!» The young god tried his best to control his anger.
In a new area, he found a mountain of women in and around an Olympic-sized pool filled with semen.
‘Par… Paaar…!’ The nymphs cried, smelling the male’s scent. Some of them fingered themselves and kept squirting:
‘Oooh, Zeus! Zeeeeus!!’
Spliiiiissshh!! Strong jets of lubes burst along with the male’s magma.
Pargasus lowered his head and kept walking, ignoring the many women hugging and kissing each other on the floor.
The youth turned to another corridor, and soon another one, and then yet another. Piles of women appeared at every step, scattered all around the vast rooms.
The deep, rumbling noises coming from within that castle got louder and louder, making it impossible to ignore the tremors in the ground.
He was close!
At the turn of another corridor, the youth entered yet one more, even bigger room, where a hundred women laid like corpses on the floor, all bloated with spunk.
Pargasus passed by one so swollen that, at his feet… blooorrsh!!!
The young man jumped back.
‘Everything okay?’ He asked, scared, and the woman made a feeble attempt at a smile before answering:
‘Y-yes, Pargasus! Oh, how sweet of you to a-a-as… ask… ohh!!’
The woman vomited more and more pints of hot, thick, virile semen, making the puddle grow around the young man’s feet.
«Zeus!» Pargasus pondered. «I don’t even know why you bothered getting married! With this many women you slay every day!… oh, Zeus!» And he lowered his head, smiling discreetly. «I envy the fuck out of you.»
While he walked, many agonizing and worn-out women stretched their arms, trying to grab him by the legs:
‘Oh, Pargasus! Please!! Come finish what our man… ohh!!’ Many vomited. ‘Fuck us, Pargasus! We’re still so horny!’
‘I’m sorry.’ The young man replied. ‘But I don’t eat leftovers.’
New hallways, new piles and piles of females scattered around the floor. There was so much semen everywhere that even the ceiling was dripping with it.
«That’s what I can’t stand any longer!» The young man reflected. «To be a supporting character in paradise!»
At the turn of another hallway, he knew he was in the right place: the number of ladies only kept growing, being even difficult to walk without trampling or stepping on any of them.
‘Oh, Pargasus! Pargasus, Pargasus!’
‘Quiet, whores. Let me pass through.’
The young, powerful, muscular teen felt hands running along his legs, fondling and fumbling his ass, and grabbing his hard, hot genitalia.
Many sighs of amazement and astonished expressions:
‘Pargasus, love! Did you grow??’
Smiling, he looked down at her.
Hungry hands climbed over his body, fondling that extraordinarily hard and muscular member between his legs.
‘Oh, by the gods, Pargasus!’ Thick and meaty lips moistened his abs. ‘You’re literally a living sculpture!’
The young man didn’t push them away. As frustrated as he was, he couldn’t reject the caring touch of so many fabulous nymphs.
His genitalia began to react: little by little, his penis appeared from under his robes, rising imposingly in his hips.
‘B-by the gods!!’ Many chins fell. ‘Pargasus!!’
The rumors they’ve heard about that god were all true!
More and more nymphs got closer. Within seconds, that tall and powerful young man was surrounded by thirty fertile, squirming ladies.
‘Oh, Pargasus! Pargasus!!’ They fondled his waist and grabbed his crotch. ‘How can a man have so much dick??’
They’ve never seen a teenager like that one.
Pargasus was just barely over eighteen, and yet, at the height of his 7.7-feet, he already had a larger, more beautiful and vastly more muscular body than Apolo’s.
‘M-m-my… my god!!’ Many of these nymphs tried to climb the young man’s body, crazy to reach the prick that throbbed and irradiated heat.
‘Careful.’ He smiled. ‘It’s hot!’
‘Oow!! Oow!!’ Many immediately withdrew their hands from that prick, which was scalding! ‘Oow, Pargasus!’
‘By the gods!’ One of them shouted. ‘Feel these balls!!’ She squeezed the man’s two bloated testicles. ‘I can’t even grab a single one with my hand!!’
The male smiled proudly.
‘Yes, I know.’ He answered, almost bored. ‘My balls are bigger than a bull’s.’
‘A horse, a donkey, I know. I’ve heard all the comparisons.’
‘My god… by god… what a god!!’
Once many of those hands began staining his dick with the that other male’s spunk, however, he man decided the had enough.
‘Back off! I’ve got to speak to Zeus!’
‘Oh, Pargasus! Pleas… ooooh!!!’ And the women puked all the spunk that had been come inside her.
Bloooorrrsssh!!! Splooooorrrssshh!! Pints and pints of the thickest broth left her mouth, splashing on the floor, making puddles grow around the young man’s feet.
‘Don’t insist! You’re all filled with his seed!’ And he stopped before the enormous door of that last room, ready to open it. ‘I’m not sharing my women with any other god… ever again!’
And so saying, as he opened the heavy doors, the young god was hit by a stream of hot air and heavy, white fumes from inside.
What he saw there left him floored. Even though he already expected a scene of incredible destruction, he just wasn’t prepared for the scale of that obscenity!
Over five hundred women laid all around the enormous chamber, all writhing, all trembling, all bloated with the seed that slowly leaked through their pores.
The air was hot and heavy, like a sauna’s.
The women outside tried to get in, but the young man promptly closed the door in their faces: blaaam!
‘Oooh, Pargasus! Pargasus!’ Yelped the bitches inside, feeling the presence of another masculine body amongst them.
‘Ladies.’ He greeted them, walking to the center of that carnival of females.
Booom-booom-boom…!! It was like giant boulders falling over a mountain’s coast; like… lightining bolts!… and thunders!… making the whole earth rumble and the walls tremble.
Getting closer and closer, the young man could finally see the figure behind all that fog: over a giant circular bed, holding a beautiful female body in his arms, the most powerful of all males —a super masculine creature, king of all gods!— copulated like crazy with his female.
‘Thank you for shutting the door, kid.’ The powerful god spoke without bothering to look at him. ‘These females can be a nuisance, sometimes.’
Zeus, the mightiest of all the deities, was casually fucking his eighth- or ninth-hundredth woman of the day.
The young man gulped when saw his immense frame: 8.4-feet of pure virility and muscle rose above him, making him feel like an ant.
‘Oooorrrh, aaaaarrrhh!’ The woman in his arms cried and screamed, unable to handle that much pleasure. ‘Oooh, daddy!! OOOOHR, OOOORRRHH…!!‘
The god sank her pussy in his prick! Pargasus gulped again, seeing the member penetrating and tearing the woman in half.
Zeus held her with both arms, lifting and lowering her body in his prick, cramming eight inches of it in and out of her cunt.
‘Cum.’ He spoke, and from the girl’s pussy… spliiiirrsssshh!!!
‘Oooh!’ Pargasus gave a step back, avoiding the splashes of lubricants that nymph came all the time!
Her head was in the clouds! Her eyes swirled in heaven while her screams mounted and her pussy blasted female nectar all over the super-god’s body.
With ripped, 12-pack abs and a chest wider than two men’s, Zeus was so big that her lubes on his body evaporated before even reaching his waist.
The super male lifted and lowered her body twice or thrice per second, extracting multiple orgasms after more multiple orgasms from her beat-up body.
‘Oooorhh, aaarrhh…..!!!‘ She bit her lips hard. ‘AAAAARRHHH!!!!‘
The pussy ejaculated another tiny puddle on the man’s body.
‘Uuurrhh…!!’ Zeus roared deep, finally getting tired —or rather, bored.
‘Zeus…!!’ He heard many weeping voices around him. ‘Zeus…!!’
Looking down, the super god saw some other twenty, no, thirty women crawling to his thick legs, trying to climb up the bed to scratch him, bite him, oh, anything that caught his attention.
Unable to wait for their turn, the women resorted to rubbing their cunts on that horse’s powerful legs.
As soon as their fingers touched the male’s balls, each as big as an ostrich egg, they immediately crammed their free hands in their pussies, masturbating until reaching powerful (and almost instantaneous) orgasms!
‘Ooohh, what a god!! What a god, aaarrrhh!!’
Their juices splashed all over the bed, already so soaked in cunt soup.
‘Ooohh!! Aaahh!!!’ At least eight women were cumming at the same time.
Without a drop of sweat, Zeus kept using that female like a vibrator to his never-ending prick.
‘What is it, Pargasus?’ Still without looking at the intruder nor losing his focus, the god asked. ‘I feel you’re angry. What do you want from me now?’
Before Pargasus could answer, many women interrupted him, touching his thick legs:
‘Pargasus! Pargasus… this god… oh, Pargasus!!’ Their hungry eyes rested on the male’s fabulous genitalia. ‘Oh, my god! What a cock!!’
‘Mmmm!!’ One of them, fingering herself ferociously, held the prick with one hand. ‘My god! So thick!’ Her smiled was huge. ‘You are an Olympian, young Pargasus!’
Zeus, however, wasn’t willing to share any of his females:
‘Do not touch him! Stand back!’
The women obeyed —though begrudgingly.
‘Oh, Zeus! Why??’
‘Silence, whores!’ The god’s voice blasted like thunder, making all the ladies freeze in fear and delight.
The supermale picked up the pace of his thrusts in that woman: one, two, three… four… five times a second!…
‘Ooooorrh!!‘ He roared. ‘Aaaarrhh…!!!’
Five times a second, the god pierced that body with his prick, making her head split in a torment of pure bliss and ecstasy.
Spliiiiirsshh…!!! The girl’s pussy came unending jets of pleasure, drenching the man’s balls with fat, thick juices.
Giving his rival a severe look, the Alpha god re-established his dominance:
‘Ain’t sharing none of my girls! They’re my females, after all! Uuurhh!!’
The woman shut up, letting her orgasms speak for themselves.
She didn’t know how much longer she could last like that! She had been having orgasms for five minutes straight!
‘Mmm, mmrrm!!!’ The god prepared to cum. ‘I’m nutting my fat, heavy seed in your womb, bitch!’
‘OOH!!!’ The woman’s ejaculations only grew stronger, and all the nymphs got closer to watch the spectacle.
Pargasus, very humbly, gave one or two steps back, knowing just how messy the ejaculations of that god could be!
«Zeus…» He thought, not avoiding a feeling of admiration for that old human bull.
Even with all the years, his white hairs entailed, that horse was still more muscular than him! His prick could barely get to half its length when fully crammed inside his woman!
The god shamelessly flaunted his sexual power, drawing five multiple orgasms out of the woman for every thrust he gave.
She was a big girl; a 6ft-tall Amazon mare with so much muscle, ass, breasts, and legs one could make two other women out of her.
Still, that super god held her like a ragdoll, using her as a jerking device to his gigantic dong.
The women around him got more and more restless! The male was very close to an explosion, they could feel it!
The balls —boom-boom-boom!!…— pumped more and more seed to his prick, which bubbled up with pints and pints of lubes in her cunt.
Spleeerrsssh, splooorrssh, spleeerckk…!! The thick, hot broth ebbed out of her and fell over the bed, building puddles on the sheets.
The male was ready to shoot, and his filthy mare didn’t know whether she could handle all of his power!
‘Oooorrrh!!‘ Zeus twitched his face, pumping his prick in the girl’s body at least five times a second.
The girl’s ejaculations were constant. Zeus’s whole massive frame was drenched in female juices.
‘Ooorrrh, oooorrh…!!!‘ The bitch cried as his thrusts became faster and more ferocious: 8.5 inches until reaching her cervix —which was about 30 to 40% of his horse prick’s total length!
‘Imma cum, you whore!!’
His prick began to rumble and throb, getting even thicker! Pargasus gulped as he prepared for the spectacle.
After a brief pause, Zeus crammed her deeper in his prick, sending the girl’s soul to the skies.
As her pussy came like a hose, the horse prick prepared to shoot.
‘Uurrh… uuurrhh…!!!‘ With his face convulsing, the god let the full power of his orgasm shake the foundations of that building —and the entire Olympus with it!
‘By the gods!’ Pagasus gave a step back, startled by the tremors.
The super male’s balls contracted. Bloooorssh!! The prick blasted like a geiser, a true volcano of masculine magma from its tip, and in a single second….
‘Aaaarrhh….!!!!‘ The woman rolled her eyes. ‘OOAARRH!!!‘
In a single pump, she felt her whole pussy swelling with so much spunk. Croooaarck!! Her hips widened as the blast sent pints and pints of semen to her womb, drowning it in semen!
Before that first blast was over…
‘Aaaahhh!! Aaaaahhh!!‘ She felt all of the semen exploding out of her pussy and raining on the hips of Zeus, who roared:
‘Uuuuurrrrh!! Uuuuuurrrhhh!!!‘ Her legs were covered in white.
The females dragged themselves over that ocean of spunk, wishing for just a tenth of the pleasure her colleage was experiencing.
While the pussy exploded, the man’s first nut reached its end.
Then came the second: ‘ooooorrh…!!!‘ Before the first gallon-sized nut was over, the second one burst even more powerful. Bloooorssh……!!!
The woman felt a mass of gallons and gallons and more gallons of sperm cush her womb under its amazing, virile pressure. Soon, the ladies around could literally bathe on the rivers bursting from her pussy.
Many laid down and rolled on the bed like dogs on the grass, just waiting for more jets of spunk to cover them completely.
‘Ooow, Zeeeus…!! How can you cum so much??’
The blast lasted five seconds… six seconds… and then slowly diminished.
‘Uuuurrrhh….!!!‘ The super manly god nutted a third time! ‘Oooorrhh!!!‘
The female felt her soul being expelled from the body, taken by the infinite, virile seed of that super stud.
The semen fell in rivers, cataracts from the pussy. The woman’s hips were bloated; her belly, once so thin, now grew with the literal pints of spunk the male ejaculated inside her.
Twelve pints, fourteen pints… that male nutted, in a single blast, almost a gallon of pure, hyper-concentrated seed.
And that was still nothing, for his fourth nut was just about to begin!
The woman squeezed his arms, unable to even scratch his iron skin with her nails.
‘Aaaaaheeemm!!!’ She went into a coma. It was too much for her senses to bear!
While pints and pints of semen were injected in her pussy, many more flowed like cataracts out of her, under the bodies of six, seven agonizing nymphs that laid under both lover’s hips.
‘Uuuuurrrrrhhh!! Brrrruuurrrrhhh!!!‘ The super male roared like a horse in heat.
‘Goooorrrrhhhh…..!!!’ The poor girl babbled, with her soul elevated to some place in between mortal pleasure and unfathomable ecstasy. ‘Goooorrrrhhhh…..!!!’
‘Whore… aarrrhh!! You filthy whore!!’
All the women screamed, and Pargasus gave more steps back as the fifth ejaculation injected more gallons of spunk in that body.
‘Goooorrrrrrhhh……..!!!‘ Though the girl went into a coma, her body kept convulsing and shaking under multiple orgasms.
‘Oooorrrhh!!‘ Screamed all the ladies near the couple, receiving heavy jets and blasts of semen from that prick.
Zeus’s roars were both deep and calm, never too loud or out of pace, for all that cum, all that ejaculation…
*Gulp!* Pargasus gulped, nervously. «None of that is too much for him!»
And he watched, startled, as the supermale sustained an orgasm greater than that of all Olympian gods combined!
‘Paaargasus!’ The super male said, with a thunderous voice making the whole building tremble.
Many women laughed, predicting some naughty move from the old man, and then everybody’s attention was stolen when…
Brruuuum!!! …a sixth blast of spunk emerged from his prick.
The woman shivered and convulsed, with her eyes closed, and the girls around them soon submerged in a volume of spunk so hot that dense steams came out of it.
Soon, it was barely possible to see Zeus’ body from that distance, forcing Pagasus to get closer… and closer… and closer… and closer…
‘AAARRHHH……!!!‘ A seventh blast into that bitch’s womb, forcing her to briefly open her eyes and scream.
The god, absolutely calm, nutting an eighth blast as if that was nothing, barely looked at the young rival as he decided to tease him further:
‘Pargasus, Pargasus, my man. Do you like… uuuurrrhhh!!!… seeing your old man nut?? Oooorrhh!!‘
The super male lifted his head and flexed his muscles —more muscle mass in that unbelievable body than in five Olympic athletes.
The prick roared, rumbled, and engorged, then finally… sbloooorsshh!!! His ninth nut exploded in a thousand different jets out of that pussy, already filled to the brim with spunk.
More busty and jovial nymphs came closer, swimming in the gallons of spunk Zeus couldn’t stop cumming.
‘Zeus…. Zeus, oooh!!‘ The spunk flowed from the bed in cataracts. ‘Zeus, she’s already full! Let this slut go, my god, please!’
‘Full? Bullshit!’ He replied very calmly, almost non-challantly. ‘Didn’t you know there are many holes through which a woman can be fucked?’
The ultra male’s body rumbled as his prick blasted his tenth heavy nut in that pussy. Sploorsh, splaaarsh, sploorsh! Loads of semen fell loudly in the puddle beneath.
Pargassus stepped further back, avoiding the cum pool which grew relentlessly.
«This spunk is at least twice thicker than mine!» He marveled, feeling his own prick get a little bit softer, almost in fearful, humbling respect.
Zeus began taking the woman out of his prick, ready to inseminate her… ‘uuurrrhhh!!‘… in her other orifices.
‘It’s difficult dealing with you, my nymphs.’ The supreme fucker uttered. ‘It’s hard… uuurrhh!!… because you’re so fucking tight!’
Bruuuum!!! Every blast made the whole building shake.
Hardening, throbbing, with its veins multiplying across its length, the prick ejaculated another formidable load in that pussy.
‘OOOORRRRHHH!!!!‘ The woman writhed, dragged out of her coma by the bursts of pleasure.
Every time the prick came —every time the titanic prick ejaculated its oceanic loads inside her precious womb—, the pussy sprayed spunk all over the god’s body.
Squiiiissh, spliiiiirrsshhh…. sblooorrshh!!!
The strength of this eleventh load was so great that it pushed the female’s body higher, dislodging her from the prick.
With a long and continuous motion… ploc! Zeus took her body out of his penis, rolling his eyes as he felt two renewed ejaculations.
Blooooorsshhh! The first load lasted over two uninterrupted seconds, sending two full pints of the thickest, heaviest spunk all over his lover’s body, who squirmed and screamed, cumming heavily through her pussy.
Sploooooorrsshh…..!!! The second load lasted three seconds, bathing her with three pints of male seed.
‘Oooooaaarrrhhh!!!’ The man roared, readying himself for his fourteenth blast.
Turning the nymph’s body around, Zeus replaced her pussy with her ass. The nymph cried and protested:
‘Zeeeeuss, nooooo!! Not there!! Fuck my pussy, not my…!!!’ She felt, however, an intense squeeze in her anus. ‘NOOOOO……..!!!’
‘Arrrrh, shut up, whore!’ And the super god covered her mouth with a hand as he crammed her body in his horse-sized endowment.
The prick ejaculated. Spunk jets blasted all around that anus, with its helmet barely inside the asshole.
‘Ooorrrhh!! Ooooaarrrh!!‘ The other muses rejoiced, receiving loads of the thickest, manliest semen over them.
‘It’s so full!’ And they crammed their spunk-stained fingers in their pussies. ‘My god, so thick and hooot!’
‘And there’s more!!’ Many licked their lips. ‘So much more!!’
The god roared:
That asshole was so incredibly tight! The excess liquid kept bursting in high speed from the rear.
Even with barely two inches crammed in that backdoor, Zeus had already filled her whole rectum with spunk.
‘Eat it all up, slut!!’
Even though they were immortal creatures, those nymphs could hardly withstand the stallion-like amounts of semen the stud came inside them.
The prick hardened, readying itself for another powerful, heavy blast.
‘Oooohiiirr!!‘ The woman nearly lost her damn mind once Zeus, using his super strength, penetrated five inches of that pussy-destroying, ass-ripping dong in her.
‘My belly… aaaheemm!!!‘ Tears ran down her face. ‘This spunk…. aaaahiimm…..!! It’s going to my fucking stomach!!’
The nymph felt her intestines swell like balloons with all the spunk, so copious that the first goblets finally reached as high as her belly.
‘Uuuurrrhhh!!‘ Zeus squinted his eyes and contorted his face. Bluuuurrsshh!!! Another gallon-sized load burst from his prick.
The loads blasted like burst dams in her stomach!
She felt the belly swell with two pints… four pints… six pints!… and grow, bloat, inflate like a giant balloon.
The prick engorged and throbbed as the wave and buckets and jets and pints and gallons of semen flowed uninterruptedly through that divine burst.
The women fondled the man’s super balls just so they could feel its extreme hardness. Not even with two full hands they were able to envelop the prick in all its amazing girth.
Droplets of blood fell from the nymph’s ass along with waves and more waves of spunk. Bloooorsshh!!
Her screams were cut short as the spunk, overflowing in her stomach, began to spill into her throat!
Her chest contorted in a way more experienced nymphs knew all too well:
‘Oooh, get ready!!’ Many laughed. ‘That’s my favorite part!!’
With tears of ecstasy and pain running down her cheeks, the nymph whimpered in her thoughts: «h-how c-can this g-god… be so p-potent?? My throat…! I’m feeling this spunk getting to my throat!!»
The nymph screamed, but soon shut up, for the semen… bloooorssh!!… burst through her mouth!!
As if she was a living extension of the god’s prick, she vomited those loads of spunk through her mouth as the member kept pumping load after load inside her anus.
Blooorsh, bluuursh, bluuursh!! Two gallons… three gallons… four fucking gallons of spunk…
No… four-and-a-half gallons! At every blink of an eye, the man added two pints in her!
Over five gallons of spunk passed through the nymph’s mouth as the male concluded his eighteenth load, readying himself for the nineteenth one!
«Zeus!» Pargasus gulped. How long would that hyper manly stud humiliate him like that?
‘Ooooaarrrhh!!!’ The super god roared, now starting to lose his control as the nineteenth gush emerged from his prick’s helmet.
And the girl, once again, began to ejaculate the heavy gallons through her mouth. Bloooorsshh!! In an instant, whole pints were bursting through her nose. Sbliiiiirsh, sbliiiiirsh!! Thinner jets emerged from her eyes!
The nymph expelled the excess jizz through her mouth, nose, and eyes. No hole in her body would be left unviolated!
All around the lovers, over fifty gallons of spunk had been ejaculated. The other women were literally bathing in the sea of cum, which started to flow through the ducts on the floor and be channeled to the pools in the corners of the room.
Pargasus looked around, seeing almost every pool and tub filled with jizz —the biggest of them able to hold over a thousand gallons each!
All and all, that super manly god had ejaculated, just in that room, easily over ten thousand gallons of seed…
…and he kept cumming and cumming and cumming!
Slaaaaapp!!! Zeus gave her nymph’s ass a powerful slap, and she vomited more and more pints of his seed through her mouth.
That nineteenth spurt had already been lasting for ten uninterrupted seconds. With extreme authority, the male spoke:
‘Stop!’ And his orgasm receded, as if the dick obeyed him. ‘Uuurh!! Uuuurhh!!’
Immediately, however, the prick reverted to rumbling and throbbing, getting ready for the twentieth nut!
The nymph writhed ferociously in his arms, unable to speak with so much spunk in her throat.
Pints and pints kept leaving her as the prick throbbed, enlarged, engorged and telegraphed the unparalleled potency that was about to come.
The super male’s prick ex-plo-ded!
‘Uuuurrrhh……!!!‘ He squeezed her whole body even harder. ‘Uuuurrrhhh!!!!‘ The power of his prick was becoming utterly surreal!
With the literal might of a volcano, the prick exploded inside the anus, giving the god the opportunity to cram some five or six inches deeper into the woman.
In this twentieth nut, pints and pints and pints of spunk blasted from his prick… in less than a mere second!
‘Mmmrrmm!!!!’ The super god roared and puffed, feeling thirteen inches of prick firmly placed in that bitch’s ass as she twirled and puked entire tanks of sperm through her mouth: bloooorssh, spluuuurssh, spluuuuursh….!!
Four gallons… five gallons… eight gallons!
In ten seconds, the male had nutted no less than thirteen gallons just on that twentieth nut!
Pargasus stopped walking back, knowing it would be a futile effort, and let the ocean of spunk touch his feet and envelop them.
The broth was scalding!
Fifteen gallons… eighteen gallons… twenty gallons later… and that twentieth nut was over!…
…and the male prepared for his twentieth first!
‘I’m sorry, Pargasus.’ He said, his voice making all the walls tremble. ‘But I think I’m gonna last a bit longer! Oh, ha, ha, ha, haa!!’
The incredible stud laughed uproariously, feeling his nut burst much sooner than expected: bluuurrsshh!!
‘Oooooorrrhhhh!! Ooooooorrrrhhhh!!!’ Accepting her fate, the nymph simply let the gallons and gallons and more gallons of spunk flow out through her mouth!
Vanessa didn’t know what to expect as she stepped into the church. Was God going to cure her of the fact that, well, she was one massive, cheating whore?
«Well,» she thought to herself, «that’s what miracles are for, right?» And that particular church seemed to be very prone to miracles, at least according to her friends.
At first glance, she was really impressed by the building’s presentation. «These Catholics really know how to live large, huh?» She turned her eyes to the meticulous Gothic architecture of the sprawling building, gazing at its stained windows as she knelt before one of the many long seats.
She looked at her Lord and Savior on the cross and was turned on by it. «God, what a hunk!» She whispered to the Lord in a silk, slivering voice inside her mind. «Your Son is such a hottie!» It was one of those Jesus statues where the sculptor didn’t spare expense in crafting every muscle and highlighting every ripped, tensed fiber of the body. Jesus’s thighs looked gym-rat swollen and his belly sported an enviable six-pack. Hell, even his chest was wide and chiseled. The Lord had a strong, masculine face, with a long, rectangular jaw, a long messy beard, and the blood pouring from his forehead into his muscular body made his sweaty frame even sexier.
Looking at that idol of redemption and self-sacrifice, Vanessa pucked her lips, then bit them, wondering how long and hard Jesus must have been in real life. «Given that he was the son of God, he must have had many blessings that the Bible doesn’t describe.» She smiled, looking at his long, strong, muscular legs, oh, my!
Some older ladies stared reproachingly at her, and she tried to breathe more calmly and gaze less lustily upon the Son of God. She couldn’t help with the reproving looks anywhere she went, though, especially in such a holy place. Mary Magdalen herself wouldn’t cause such stir if she walked naked in the temple of the Pharisees!
Not that he dressed immodestly or anything. «With this body of mine, there’s no way I can look modest. Like, ever!»
She was right. Even as she covered herself with a beautiful, white dress that looked like a tunic or a hijab, she still couldn’t hide the aggressive shape of her athletic body. Standing on the crowd was an unavoidable issue everywhere as she rose 6.2-feet above the ground with a massive, over-muscular frame to strike jealousy at any fitness goddess.
Her massive melons were proportional to her towering height: easily double-G cups that bounced very slowly, powerfully, and noisily everywhere she walked. They were not only unbelievably large, but also hard! Almost pure muscle, in fact, as if her fat was made of some uber-concentrated gel.
Yet there was way more to her body than just her world-shattering knockers. Her arms were ripped and bulging, thanks to the many years of intensive work-out dedication, and her waist was thin, but visibly firm and muscular. Whenever she went to the beach, dudes and ladies alike were jaw-dropped by the eight-pack she so casually displayed. Marvel-movie instructors usually checked her out for tips on how to train new superhero actors!
She was a thick, super goddess who felt no shame in having naughty, lusty thoughts about the Lord or whomever, honestly. With thighs as powerful as hers, she could easily crush any man foolish enough to provoke her. Her legs were built like boulders, and her ass had the firmness and power of two Everest’s. It was a rear so impossibly hard and large she needed two hands to count the traffic jams and accidents she had caused by men (and girls) checking her out.
Clothes, indeed, seemed to be the biggest of her problems. She had the height of a girl and a half and the body mass of easily three, maybe even four women, so every piece she bought and every custom dress she ordered needed to account for all that size. All in all, her full wardrobe was worth an entire factory. In a single day, she must have worn enough clothes to dress a small European village –and that’s with her trying to be modest, as was the case on that special day.
She pretended to pray while she spied her surroundings with her big, dark-caramel eyes, moistening her large, thick, naturally-amber lips as she tried to understand what was so special about that church. «Girls never shut up about it. It’s almost an obsession!»
“You’ve got to go there!” They said, always cryptically, with naughty smiles in their faces. “It’s really going to cure you of all your ailments.”
With a deep breath, she felt her sturdy gazongas defying the fabric of her dress. She couldn’t know what they meant by it, but deep down she had a faint understanding of the matter. She wouldn’t dare to miss on the church, even if she herself no longer believed in the foolish dogmas of her parents.
«Marrying was such a stupid idea.» She thought as she undid her praying stance and held the golden ring in her hand, screwing it around on her finger while she contemplated whether that idea was really worth her time. «A woman like me ain’t made for just one guy. Oh, no.» She felt the fire burning in her breast, them spreading around her wide, powerful mare-like hips. «Oh, no, no, I’m not.» She thought, giving a lascivious smile to Jesus.
Her body alone would require five guys a day to be satisfied –which was exactly the amount of man-flesh she consumed during college. It was usual for her to crack the cocks of lesser males and even wreck the beds of a few dorm rooms too many when she was feeling particularly aroused. She couldn’t help it, of course: when you’ve got the body of an Amazon goddess, you fuck like a fucking goddess. It was not her fault that men were rarely up her level. «It was so stupid of me to think…» She twisted her lips, «that my fucking husband would.»
Her poor husband! What a hunk, what a gentleman… and what a cuckold! She couldn’t help but feel really bad for cheating on the poor bastard, even though he was as perfect a husband as any wife could ever wish for. «Well, guess that’s just my nature!» She sighed. «A scorpion is made for stinging, a dog is made for barking, and I… I am made for fucking! You can’t expect anything different from me.» She stuck her large, imposing tongue out of her mouth and licked, very slowly and sensuously, the side of her lips. «Nor can you expect chastity or loyalty from a mare with the soul of a rabid snake like moi.»
Well, it was useless. If she was having these kinds of thoughts in church, no amount of confession would ever cure her. Her girlfriends must have just been playing with her, «those nasty whores.» She couldn’t hold her thoughts back even as she looked to the dying figure of Jesus Christ and wondered: «unless the Lord comes down from Heavens and personally fucks the soul out of me, I’ll keep being the raging whore that I am. It can’t be helped. I’ll divorce my husband’s ass, take half his money, and fuck my way into oblivion until my beauty eventually fades.» Which, she later pondered, would take a hell-a long time. «My body is so good,» she felt again a burning heat growing inside her, making every muscle of her massive physique throb and ripple, «that gravity will only have an effect on me when I’m 80… if that!»
While she was thinking about her awesomeness and getting off just by imagining her naked self, something else called her attention: by the sound of it, someone was coming from the back of the temple and walking towards her.
She opened her eyes. Everything froze for a second. «Oh…»
Walking towards her was a figure she had only pictured in her nastiest dreams or peeked in the covers of the filthiest erotica. Sadly, it was not a naked figure, but its sheer size and weight made all the sexy work for her imagination. «Fuck!» She thought again, resisting the urge of rubbing her eyes. «Who the fuck is this hunk??»
Stradling along the middle row of the cathedral, a priest made himself heard with his mighty steps and the loud, powerful swings of his humongously built arms. He was dressed all in black, with that clerical collar on his neck, and it was ridiculous how thick the man was!
God! The collar alone should have been worth the cloth of three other collars, for his neck was unbelievably wide as well as muscular, just like the rest of him.
Even though that man was all covered in tight, black clothing, that only seemed to make him more obscene. «Jesus Christ, look at those legs!» Her heart stopped. «What the fuck is that bulge??» In the myriad of muscles of that man, indeed, one feature between his legs became inescapable to any prying eye: a daunting mass of meat badly hid beneath the dark pants; a huge, sprawling snake clumsily curled into itself, with many knots and ties trying to make its gargantuan length just a tad bit less obscene.
By the time that walking, breathing piece of sin got to her, the poor woman was panting. The man gave her a most beautiful, shiny of smiles, and then she admired his perfect teeth like a rancher would the teeth of a horse –a huge, mighty, study stallion with balls worth five other horses!
“You must be Vanessa, right?” The priest asked, and for a moment she thought she was hearing the voice of god. That stud had the deepest, thickest voice he’d ever heard. Not even her husband managed to be so grave.
“Mm-mm.” She nodded like a little girl as that huge tower of a man stretched his massive, open palm to her.
“I’m father Gaston. Very nice to meet you.”
She looked to his hand, his arm, and felt a sudden tightening of her labia. Her cooch was not only wet, but soaking the tight, expensive panties that, for some reason, she thought would be a nice idea to wear on that day. Inside her crotch, she felt her ovaries working overtime before the scent and the aura of that man whose body, voice, size, and weight screamed nothing else but “I’m a perfect breeder, and my purpose is to solely fill up big ladies like you with dozens of strong babies.”
Before she even realized, she had spread her huge, thick legs a little, shaking the hand of that stud and feeling his power. «By… the fucking… gods!» She felt an explosion inside as she saw how her big, strong legs dwarfed in comparison to the massive hands (almost hooves!) of that man-bull.
How big was that stud?? Seven feet?? Eight?!
She could easily estimate the height of a man up to 6.6 feet, which had been the tallest dude she’d ever fucked –her husband—, yet that hunk tore past any of her metrics. He was a towering elephant, a monument of virility she never thought possible in the human race.
Men that big simply weren’t real! Like… their existence was a biological impossibility!
Yet there he was, a miracle turned flesh, shaking her hand vigorously and displaying the kind of effortless power that could be equal parts dangerous and arousing. That was a man who could elevate her to the heights of pleasures… as well as kiss her with a flick of his fingers!
Every inch of his massive, horse-like body screamed “power,” and there he was, wearing those constricting clothes, when instead he should be tearing her pants apart and sticking his mighty rod in her…
“So,” he broke her train of thought with his mighty voice, “you’ve got a confession scheduled for today, right?”
She tried her best to pick up the pieces of her mind and reply with her usually firm, “strong-independent-woman” voice.
“Y-yes.” She failed. The priest smiled, opened his arms and invited her:
“Then let’s start. I’ve never seen you before here, dear. Are you a regular of this church?”
«With a hunk like you as the father, I might as well become.» She thought as she bit her lips and answered with a more calm, confident voice:
“I’m not much of a faithful person, father. Honestly, I’ve never been to church since my teenage years. It was a phase that has long passed, but now…” Her eyes glided down on the man’s back. “Now I need help. Lots of help… father.” She was hypnotized by the rise and fall of that man’s powerful glutes. He had an ass almost as overdeveloped as hers, with the difference that his… was pure muscle!
«I can see the ripples of his muscles fibers under his pants!» She thought as her heart raced. «What the fuck! What is a guy like this doing as a priest?!» She walked with her legs closer together, rubbing her cunt as they approached the confession booth.
“Well, sister, whatever problems you may have, rest assured that they will be resolved today.” And he gave one final look at her before stepping into the booth. “I promise.” She saw a distinct fire in his eye right when he entered the enormous box. «Holy fuck!» She thought. The thing was easily four times the size of a usual booth. Lavishly decorated, of course, and apparently custom made for the cocky giant.
The priest waited for her inside.
“You can come in, dear sister.” He talked to her really like a shepherd to his flock or an older brother to his beloved sister. That authoritative, commanding tone made her groins burn like wildfire. As she spread her legs quickly, she felt drips of hot liquids on her thighs. Her cunt was literally dripping with arousal. «Jesus, girl, keep it together!» She looked up before entering the booth. «I know he’s a hunk built like a fucking boulder, but please, try not to be so easy!»
She never felt like that with any man, not even the bona fide horse that was her husband. There was something special about that guy; something ‘extra’ –other than the fact, of course, that he was the biggest human being she had ever encountered.
The massive woman entered the booth, which was large enough to accommodate two or her. Inside, through the wooden partition standing between them, she realized that, even with all that size, the booth seemed too small to contain all the size of the unholy priest.
The massive stallion noticed her curious look and smiled.
“This was the biggest the Church could find in the country.” He pointed up. “I’m glad it fits you, for you too –if you pardon my noticing—are a big person, a very well-built and muscular woman, but I guess it’s still too small for me.”
She cleaned her throat while looking at that massive man sitting before her. It was a pleasant weather outside, but the booth seemed to get as hot as an oven after just a few minutes with both of them inside. A faint steam formed outside it as the two well-endowed creatures gazed longingly at each other’s perfect faces –the perfect female watching the perfect male, and vice-versa.
Her heart beat with distinct arousal, whereas his was calm, though also naturally powerful. For every throb of his, hers throbbed three or four times. Before she could even think of something to say, she realized she was sweating cold. «Holy shit, girl! Get a grip! Be as mighty in will as you are in body!» The priest cut her off, however, seemingly reading her mind:
“Are you nervous, sister?”
She didn’t look at him as she answered. For the first time in her life, she was just too scared.
“I guess I am, father. The weight of many sins falls upon my shoulders. Sins that I’ve committed and…” She risked one glance at the stud, «sins I want so desperately to commit.»
All the time the father was laughing, though less condescending and more… enticing.
“What are those sins you have committed, my dear, beautiful big sister.”
She crossed her legs, making the wood of the booth creak.
“Is that how you speak to all your faithful, father?”
“To those who are beautiful and praiseworthy, definitely.” His eyes were set like stone in her body. His confidence was unparalleled. Jesus, she had never met a man even half as self-assured as that massive, walking piece of distilled masculinity! Still, she tried to clap back:
“What if some of them feel offended?” She quickly added: “What if I feel offended?” And the priest quickly replied:
“They never do, just like you aren’t.”
“Of course not, sister. I beg your pardon (again!), but you can take a good look at me. Women (and their husbands) are never offended when they get complimented by a gorgeous male like me. It’s part of their nature, you know, and my particular way of serving god.” He winked. “I spread beauty and prosperity through the word.” And she felt, deep down, that these were not the only things that father spread in his faithful.
“Very arrogant for a father, don’t you think?”
“No, my sister. It’s not arrogance, it’s just nature.” The huge bull moved around the booth, making it creak so hard it almost felt like it was falling apart. “But let’s go to your sins, which you need confessing. Tell me, sister, what is that brings you back to church?”
She had the urge of screaming “your raging, massive cock!,” but she got a hold of herself. In fact, her arousal briefly went into the background as the guilt set in and she confessed her sin:
“Father… oh, handsome father… I have cheated on my husband.”
“Uh.” The man simply said. God, how deep and powerful were even his most casual grunts!
“Many times. I have cheated on him many, many times. I have tried, oh father, to control myself and be a good wife, like the church or even society expects me to be, but to no avail.” She then looked at the massive man, and her face couldn’t resist a smile. “You see, father… I like men. I like big, massive men, with equally massive, horse-like cocks in their legs.” The father stood firm, smiling placidly, completely unshaken by her words.
“You’re very descriptive, aren’t you, sister?”
Her smile only grew bigger and shinier, with her legs slowly spreading apart and her whole self feeling much more comfortable inside that scalding box.
“Father, there’s no way not to. I think it’s important for you to, uh, understand the dimension of my sin.”
“Of course, sister.” The man stood fatally still. His eyes seemed to be sucking her soul and massaging her womb. “Continue. How many men have you slept with since you married?”
“Father,” she gulped, “I’ve lost track of it, honestly. I was faithful for a few weeks, but then I fell into the world. I don’t know what I can do to…”
“Let me stop you right there, sister, for I believe you have not heard my question right.” There was a burning, volcanic heat coming from him. “How many men?”
“Oh… is that important?”
He simply said:
“You will answer as I ask.”
Her pussy squirted a few threads of juices in her pants. Her body shivered and her right hand grabbed the partition in from of her. When the father spoke, she felt as if a finger had stroked her clit. Unwittingly, she experienced a quick orgasm there in the booth, and her sex juices formed small puddles on her feet, dripping copiously through her legs.
He found some courage and strength to reply:
“I’ve lost count of the men, father. I guess they were one a day, at first, then two, then five.”
“You’ve slept with five men a day?”
She felt a quick rush of shame flow up to her head –though it was quickly replaced by arousal.
“I used to. Now… oh, father, I usually do orgies with ten men a day.”
“Are you the only woman in those orgies?”
“Father, I-I don’t see how’s that…”
“You answer as I ask, slut, or I’ll end this confession.”
Her labia expelled a few more cups of cunt juice before she continued with her wavering, quipping voice:
“Father… yes, father, I am the only woman in these swarms of studs.”
“Well, oh, well, sister. And can you take all ten men by yourself?”
She looked up to that mountain of a guy, lust burning in her eyes.
“Father, ten men are my bare minimum. I need to fuck them three or four times in succession until I get my satisfaction. It’s frustrating, father, for even the strongest, sturdiest studs can’t take my body.” She ran her hands through her body, feeling the infinite folds and valleys of her mountainous muscles. “I milk them dry with my powerful cunt time and time again, yet most can’t take two sessions of fucking with me. Even as I let them rest for an hour, they never fully recover.”
Her hands climbed to her bosom, teasing an unbuttoning of the dress that shut her massive, double-G cup breasts from sight.
“I fuck three at once until they collapse in exhaustion on the floor, then I keep going until they’re all asleep, usually less than two hours of fucking. I’m thinking about sleeping with twenty men at once to see if they can keep up, but that’s never a guarantee.” She laughed with distinct arrogance. “Father, I’m afraid I need at least fifty men to get my satisfaction.”
“And your husband can’t perform his husbandly duties on par with your… mm, how do I put it?” He smiled. “Prodigious fecundity?”
She shook her head.
“My husband is an incredible man. A big, 6.6ft-tall, 250-pound, 14in man… yet he’s still just one man.”
Something in her confession caught the attention of the father.
“Fourteen inches, you say?”
“Yes, father.” She played with her tongue in her mouth, biting it while pressing its tip against her cheeks. “That’s the size of his cock.”
“Hard or soft?”
The question amazed her for a minute. «I mean… of course hard! C-can any man be fourteen inches soft?!» Still, she answered:
“H-he’s…” She tried to get her upper hand on that arrogant servant of the Lord. “In one thing I married right: he’s the biggest man a woman can fuck!” The priest then chuckled. “What’s so funny about it?”
“Oh, dear.” He looked straight at her. “He is not.”
Her legs were spread as wide as that booth allowed, with her knees touching each side of the cramped box. Her heart was racing; her sight, almost blurring.
“You… well…” She shook her head. “I want to be faithful to him, father. I want to be… a little less horny than I am today.” She dared to look at him. “I suppose you don’t have a solution for that, do you?”
As the priest moved very slightly in the booth, the whole cathedral seemed to rumble.
“Oh, sister, I do have a solution for you.”
“It has nothing to do with chastity, however.” He moved closer to her, his face towering over her body behind the partition. “You will always be a slut. A filthy, powerful, raging slut.”
“How dare you…”
“Shut up, whore, and listen.” Her body froze as the father commanded: “You will never be faithful to your husband –or faithful for any one man, for that matter—because that’s not your nature.” He turned his mighty gaze all over her massive body, examining her just like a hunter would do his large prey. “You’re a mare. A giantess. You’re a powerful boulder of a lady who requires dozens of men a day to survive. I know your kind and I don’t reproach you. The power the courses through your veins is comparable to the power of the Lord Himself: a pure power of creation and damnation; the power to give life, as well as to drain the life and the milk of all the several cocks you milk. You’re a beast, a titan, and there’s nothing in this universe that can cure your sex-crazed addiction if not more sex, and harder sex –fucking like only beasts can, for that’s what you are.” He showed her his teeth. “A fucking beast.”
At that point, Vanessa was panting, her breast powerfully stretching the fabric of her clothes, slowly tearing it open as she helplessly fought back:
“Then you mean… I’m hopeless?”
“No. There is one hope for you, though it does not lie on chastity or even strict loyalty to your husband.”
“Well, what hope is that?” She crossed her arms, making her huge milk-makers even more bloated. “Fuck my way to an early grave?”
“No.” The priest’s body seemed to enlarge. “Fuck just one other man.” He turned a large finger to his chest. “Me.”
A mixture of feelings ran over her body, which seemed in flames as she felt that priest becoming even larger, stretching the dark, restricting clothing in his gargantuan body.
“What did you say?”
“You’ve heard me right, slut. You’ll never be faithful, but at least you can replace all these lesser men for a man who’s up to the task.” Again, he pointed to his chest. “Me.”
She thought of laughing, but that man’s face was one no person could laugh at –not ever her mighty self.
“P-please!” She whimpered. “Y-you… oh, you can’t be serious.”
With a voice as deep as the bowels of the Earth, the preacher commanded:
“Open the partition.”
“Oh.” She just looked at the barrier between them, not for a second considering to disobey the massive man or even leave the booth and storm out of the church. Her hands wailed around the box until the found the slot for the partition. Slowly, she pushed it open, revealing the massive body of that human stud. “Fuck!”
The guy seemed even more massive when sitting down, with the obscene endowment in the middle of his pants looking like an engorged mountain of serpentine meat. Her eyes were throbbing just as hard as her heart, with her whole body shaking like a female pussy in heat. “Fuck!” She repeated. Her gaze could not get enough of that massive manhood resting between the man’s tights.
He spread his massive legs, making a coarse noise in the cabin. The sound of his meat logs was almost like a large, iron door rumbling. His thighs were as huge as Greek columns, yet so much harder!
Without control of her movements, she put her hands on those massive legs and squeezed them, feeling how his skin didn’t bulge even a fraction of an inch. That monster was harder than steel.
“Holy fuck! Do fathers work out?”
“I never worked out my entire life, bitch. This what you see is what Mother Nature gave me.”
“I’m a blessed man.” The father laid his hands in his crotch, fondling the serpent that lied there, semi-dormant. The monster between his monstrous legs was slowly waking up, twitching and throbbing as it felt the fresh female meat so close to it. “I’ll help you with your ills, and after that you’ll need no other man but me.”
“How c-can you…” But she squealed as the father grabbed her head and pulled her hair, squeezing her neck with the other hand just powerful enough so she could feel the immense strength that bison possessed in each of his plentiful muscles.
“Shut up, whore, and listen. I am the only bull you will ever need in your life. After your cunt is stretched and massacred by my cock, there will not be a man (or horse, or donkey!) who’ll be able to satisfy you.” With one hand, he grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it, making the massive knocker lactate.
Vanessa whimpered as she felt her juices bursting from her cunt. She was orgasming, or at least very close to it.
“I will fuck you day and night until you beg for me to stop. But I won’t stop, whore, I won’t; instead, I’ll keep pounding your slutty butt and cunt until they’re a puddle of meat as mushy and soft as the juices I’ll extract from your cunt with my massive, donkey dick.” A demonic smile appeared in his face as he serviced his hand with her breasts. “You said your husband is fourteen inches hard? Very well. I just so happen to be sixteen inches… soft.”
Her heart froze.
“What?!” She yelped maybe a bit too loud, forcing the father to squeeze her neck harder.
“Shut up, slut.” Yet her mind couldn’t shut up: «what?! What did he say?!» He was sixteen inches… soft?! Part of her wanted to laugh, another part wanted to run away for her life, yet her entire being wanted to submit and… be torn in half by that bull; that horse stud in a human body! “Fuck!!” The heat that consumed her seemed to come from the bowels of hell itself.
The father let her go, and she realized he had effortlessly lifted her body up a few inches on the chair. As her incredible rear hit the cushion, the booth creaked loudly. Smiling like the devil, the priest pointed to the monstrous volume twitching and hardening in his pants.
“I want you to go down and suck me, bitch. First, I need to see if you’re big enough to handle my tool.” While her mind wondered what he meant by “big enough,” the father kept bragging: “you’re clearly the biggest woman I’ve ever met, and easily one of the biggest on the planet, yet size alone is not enough to prove sexual prowess, you see.”
She managed a naughty smile.
“And what I said about the orgies? Isn’t that enough?”
“Bitches lie all the time.”
“If there’s one thing that can’t lie, it’s your lovely mouth on my cock.” The father unzipped his pants, exposing the white boxers stretched by that… fucking outrageous Lock Ness monster of penile meat. “Suck me. Suck me until I dump my load, you fucking whore.”
“Once you’ve had a piece of me, you can go back to your husband in peace. You ain’t fucking any other men but him… and me.” He gave a smile so arrogant even a college jock would call him an “asshole.” “Two men for the rest of your life instead of hundreds. Seem like a good trade in the name of your virtue, right?”
“You…!” But she was cut off:
“Shut up, whore.” He pointed down to his massive member. “Get the taste now of a real man. Come on. If you pass this test, then I’ll do to you what your husband or fifty other men combined can’t ever do. Suck me… or get the fuck out.”
Not a second thought ran through her mind as she gazed upon that scary monstrosity. «No! It can’t be! This whole beast can’t be real!» The prick was all curled over itself like a sleeping anaconda, and still it had in diameter more than most cocks had in length. «Fuck!» That penis couldn’t be real! It was anatomically impossible for it to be.
But there was only one way for her to know: assuming a penitent pose, she knelt before that man and crammed her face against his vast manhood.
The thing was hot and hard. Actually, the hottest and hardest thing she’d ever felt on a human body. «It’s harder than my husband’s biceps when flexed!» And probably thicker too. With her tongue out, she slurped all over that prodigious endowment without even bothering to take out the pants, feeling the blood flow inside it even beneath all that cloth.
“Bitch likes eating clothes? Wipe it out, you stupid cunt.”
She looked up, never able to get angry at a being so perfectly sculpted and a face so divinely masculine.
“I’m afraid of what I’ll see. Ouch!!”
With a powerful motion, the man slapped her cheek.
“Stupid hoe. Taste my manhood before I get angry and force it down your body.”
“Oh, daddy!” She whimpered, sliding her fingers inside that man’s pants and trying her best to pull them down. As hard as she tried, however, she kept failing. Only after many minutes could she pull that cloth down, for the man was so massive he stretched it to the brink of rip-and-tear.
Under the dark pants, he saw the prized manhood he so possessively guarded. The monster, all curled up, was like a tumor in his boxers. He could already see its meat from many parts of the over-stretch undergarment, throbbing and spewing juices from its engorged cum-slit.
With her tongue out, she tried her hardest not to cum as she pulled the boxers down. Then… *flomp!* The monster was freed.
The creature literally punched her face as it sprung free from the constraints of the cloth. *punch!* *flooomp!!* The noises it made were coarse and bestial. As it set soft on the booth, it reached down to its floor –a penis longer than the entire body of a child!
*Slaap!!* Again, her face was met with a blow from the priest.
“You giant, disrespectful whore. Don’t you see we’re in the house of god? Watch your mouth, slut, or rather: shut it up with my manhood in it, which is the only true manhood you’ll ever get the honor to feel!”
That monster sure was sure of himself… but how couldn’t he be?? She was still frozen before all of… that! That man’s soft cock was longer than a man’s whole arm, and when she wrapped her hands around it, she realized her fingers were far from touching each other on the opposite end. He was thicker than a bottle of tennis balls… and was completely dormant.
“Shit!” Her thick lips drooled. “Shit!” As her eyes went up the shaft, they were met by the monster’s cannonballs. To say that he had balls of bull would be too much praise to any bull; that guy’s testicles were as large as fucking pineapples, and so heavy that they forced his massive scrotum down to where his knees would be if he were standing.
Placing her mouth on that shaft and sucking its meaty surface, she held one of those balls with a single hand, which was incapable of enveloping even half of the sphere! Not only that, but her well-trained, strong biceps visibly bulged and stretched her dress as he tried to lift that ball and squeeze it. The monster was as heavy as a bowling ball and as hard as iron. She placed both hands –one in each ball—and played with that bull’s sperm tanks as she drooled all over his prick.
The beast was not only long, but veiny. Large arteries as thick as fingers throbbed on that monstrosity as she tried to coat it fully with her slobber. She worked that creature up and down, lowering herself to the floor and ripping the dress on her ass, slurping and spitting and sucking all that steel-hard rod, yet still she felt her efforts were for nil: the monster was huge to the point of needing five women like her to be completely caressed.
Still, she redoubled her efforts. She wasn’t going to bow down for one arrogant priest –as massive and horse-like as this priest was.
While she worked that shaft, her hands played with his balls. She could feel the heavy semen sloshing inside them, with the sperm-makers throbbing to produce more gallons of jizz as the priest lifted his head and grunted like a caveman, filling the booth with both his bestial sounds and the steam coming from his body heat.
“Uuurh!!” The huge stallion roared. She squeezed those sperm tanks more vigorously, knowing that this pleased him, and the priest started to move around the booth, making it creak as his massive body was overtaken by pleasure.
There was a brief fear in her that someone would hear that… but she no longer gave a fuck. «I want this animal in my mouth now!» She took the penis with both hands, which were still too few to grab and lift that indescribable anaconda.
“Jesus, you’re hung!” Her eyes doubled as that soft cock filled her arms. Her muscles were flexed and hard just with the act of holding that thing still. The man was more than huge; he was an aberration; his size made more acceptable only by matching the size of the rest of his body.
Squeezing and jerking the prick with her full arms, she felt it slowly growing hard. «God, this beast must be impotent!» She wondered. «There’s no way any guy can lift a cock this huge!» She almost laughed. «I’m pumping and squeezing this fucker with a power that would make Henry Cavill shoot his load everywhere, yet this guy…»
The monster interrupted her:
“Harder, my mare! Don’t you see I’m fucking built?! Jerk me harder if you want my seed in your stomach!”
“Holy shit!” She felt a violent contraction in her pussy and put her tongue on that shaft’s engorged head. The monster was way thicker than a fist. When she least expected, then, the creature bust a load straight in her face, almost drowning her. “Oorhh!!” A vast ocean of transparent honey coated her face, her hair, and her bosom, and then she realized that wasn’t exactly jizz, and indeed… “fuck! Is this just your precum?!”
The monster smiled.
“You will know when I cum, bitch. But I’ll have you warned: I nut like a fucking horse.”
With those words she came again, whimpering and panting as she ran her hands along that powerful mast, lubing it up with the man’s pre-sperm as the cockhead kept spewing new loads of precum on her body, enough to drench the entire seat and build a puddle on the floor, soon spilling out of the booth.
As the being engorged, she could hear the balls throbbing as they pumped more seed into the mega man’s massive body. The prick gained tremendous length in her hands, and her fingers were further stretched until she needed two full hands to envelop the whole mast of the monster. As she slobbered and sucked that mast, making her saliva drip like rainfall on the booth’s floor, her eyes were threatened by the titanic size of that ascending rod.
“God…!” Her pussy liberated juices on her panties with volcanic strength. She was cumming so hard that her fluids burst from beneath her torn-up dress, joining the lake of pre-spunk on the floor.
That monster, once hard, defied any description. It was bestial, it was demonic… it was something only Satan himself could have concocted! In the end, only a number couldn’t summarize it:
“Twenty-four inches.” The woman still wrapped her mind (along with her hands) around that massive sight before the brain could even process the number. “I am twenty-four inches long, you fucking bitch.” The priest raised his arms and laid his head on them, like a lazy king being serviced by his harem queen. “Ten inches longer than your wimpy husband. This is what a true cock looks like. This…!” The monster throbbed, “is the largest penis on Earth.”
For a second doubting her own powers of seduction, the goddess attacked that cock with all the might her many years of sluttiness have taught her. With both hands, she savagely ravished that prong while her mouth sucked the tip of the head, trying to force herself into it. The bull was as thick as two doorknobs, though, so it would need a lot more work.
Using her powerful abs, she made her dress rip as her muscles grew and her body managed an extreme, almost superhuman suction of that cock. The human-bull, for a moment, was caught off-guard by her amazing sucking. «Fuck!» He thought, instinctively holding her head and pulling it down.
She had crammed that monster into her mouth, but 23 remaining inches of monster cock still awaited for her lips. Fully aroused, that prick was totally vertical, forcing her to lift herself up with her powerful legs while bringing that beast down with her incredible arms, which strained every single muscle to their limits. Somehow, she felt that all her years of working out and crafting herself into a Spartan goddess were made just for that moment.
She cried long, fat tears as she sucked and pumped and pulled that monstrosity, ripping her dress everywhere in her body, exposing her muscular flesh to the eyes and the hands of the man, who loudly licked his lips.
“Let me see those knockers, whore,” and he tore her cleavage open. Her gazongas burst free, bursting parts of the dress with their own, pent-up energy, and they were a wild thing to behold. “Lush bitch! Look at the size of those milk melons!”
Gaggling and gurgling on his massing gong, she managed to say:
“Not as huge as you balls… you fucking bull!!”
“Less talking, more sucking.”
She moaned and went back to working that bull’s pole, while he lavishly worked up her knockers, squeezing her huge, throbbing nipples, as hard as steel and as sharp as glass, and feeling all the creamy milk that sloshed inside those humongous orbs just as she produced more rivulets of them and came creamy female spunk through her cunt.
“Aaahee!!” He rolled her eyes and cried more tears of despair as her cunt contracted and expelled another orgasmic sex sauce through her panties, so hard that it made a splash on the ground.
Her tits started spewing milk with the force with which that monster fondled them. His hands were so big she could almost envelop a full breast with a single palm, and his touch was so powerful that he effortlessly milked her like a cow –a feat only a handful of men ever achieved.
Her mind raced through many obscene thoughts as she felt that pole stretching her jaw immensely. Her sleeves were all ripped and torn apart by the intensity of her jerking, which made her biceps swell, bigger than many man’s, and she felt tired and defeated after so much fondling. That guy’s dick was a force of nature! Was she really woman enough to take on a beast like that?
A new spark burned in her breast. «Fucking asshole!» She thought, and with violence she popped her full lips out of that anaconda’s head.
“Who told you too…?”
“Shut up!” She snapped back, dangling those impressive mountain-tits near his cock. “Shut up so I can milk you, you wonderful bull stud!”
“Uurh. That’s how I like my bitches to be.” And he raised his head, enjoying his woman working her way up and down his pole. She placed that inhumane prick between her knockers and flexed her chest, pushing both milk globes against the rod. Her pussy quivered and her labia shut hard, expelling another wave of juices down her legs.
“Gaawd!!” Her eyes almost popped. “Fuck…!!” That thing was so fucking hard! To simply feel its girth and sturdiness was enough to make her cum. “I’m cumming just by touching your cock! Oh! Ohh!! Fucking… again!!” Her eyes rolled, her jaw dropped, her lips trembled, and her whole body wailed like a spasmic metal patient as another powerful orgasm racked her body and made her cunt blast juices on the floor.
“I’m waiting, cow.”
“Mmph!” She descended from the heights of that previous pleasure burst. “Arrogant little stud. Oow…” Flexing her chest and pushing her breasts against that monstrosity, she moved her body up and down the pole, wasting no time to attack it with virulence. Soon, the whole booth was shaking with her vicious movements, crushing that penis under the weight of her knockers while she practically jumped to cover it all.
With one arm, she held those two breasts in place while she used the other full arm to embrace that cock and pump it violently. Her monster bull started to growl and breathe steam out of his nostrils, his massive body rippling and expanding under his tight clothes, popping a few buttons of his shirt as the waves of pleasure were finally getting the better of him. She worked that massive pole for ten minutes until she started to feel her body sore, kicking a new gear by placing her knees on that bull’s balls and stimulating them with vigorous pulls and pushes.
As she almost knee-kicked those powerful tanks, she felt the scorching seed bubbling inside them. The giant testicles were vibrating, with wave after wave of creamy spunk coursing through his ducts like trains of virility, making his sack swell to double its initial size, covered with massive, thick veins and arteries that throbbed just like his testes and his penis.
The bull’s cum-pellets were so hot they produced steam! She felt all that burning in her skin.
«Crap! Oh, crap!!» Her muscles were getting cramped after so much action. «This giant is tiring me out!! It can’t be! Fuck, I’m just masturbating him!!»
With an arrogant smile, the monster finally looked at her:
“Tired of trying to make me cum, bitch?” She seemed surprised. “Don’t be so shocked. You will never make me nut, whore, not in a million years.” As if all her movements meant nothing to him, the monster leaned closer to her face, following it as it moved up and down, still very eager and powerful in his 24in man-rod. “Do you want me to end your agony? Then say it: beg me to cum inside you!”
Her pussy expelled new volleys of sweet girl cum as she closed her tearful eyes and swallowed her pride.
“P-please, I want your cum!! I can’t go on like this anymore!”
The monster grabbed her hair and shoulders, moving her up and down his cock on his own accord, using her like a cheap masturbatory toy.
“Say it like you mean it.”
And she exploded in words of pure desire:
“Fuck, stud!! I want your gallons of man juice deep in my cunt! Bust your buckets of jizz all over me, fill me up like the cum-whore I am, use me like a vase and a dump to all your sweet semen and fill me up like a hundred stallions, which I know is the power you hold in those two giant balls of yours!! Fuck, you’re so big and hung!! You’re so muscular, virile, and powerful!! Fill me up with your virility! Unload your oceans of spunk in me, knock me up like you’re breeding a whole harem of mares, inject your jizz in my cunt, hose me like a cheap whore, blast my womb like a balloon, and fill every inch of me with your mighty bull semen!!” She looked at him with many tears rolling down her cheeks. “Make me jizz girl juices as you jizz so hot and sweet inside me! Aaaww!!”
Just like that, the man grabbed her face, moved it up his shaft and, masturbating himself with his other hand, sank her mouth and teeth into the pole, which drilled into her like a sword on butter.
“I’m gonna bust you up, slut!”
“Goorh!!” She could only gaggle and cry as that monster folded her body like origami, placing inch after inch of his dick inside her while jerking himself off with incredible power.
The whole cathedral most have been quaking as that monster kicked his jacking to maximum gear. His grunts reminded her of a large pride of lions. The monstrous, pinneaple-sized balls jumped in his sack while the juice was compressed to a bullet-speed bursting point. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable.
“Oooaarrhh!!!” With a mighty roar, the male pushed her face down his face to finally penetrate her throat, which swelled like she was swallowing a watermelon.
His mighty seedmakers shrunk and he bust his nut directly inside her throat. Immediately, she sneezed a good bunch of that ocean through her nostrils. She couldn’t believe that was only his first short –and not even that! That was just the tip of his first pellet of spunk, which filled throat up like he suddenly had an entire cock down her stomach.
«Gaawd!!!» She felt the semen sloshing inside her belly and making it grow, with her dress ripping as her body stretched and inflated to accommodate the incoming spunk.
The monster’s first shot was a never-ending trail of spunk which easily filled up her stomach and throat, making her cough and sneeze most of the excess load through her mouth and nose. Yet the monster didn’t have just one shot for her –not for a mile.
As she heard the balls rumbling again, she braced for the second impact. The monster grunted long and hard as the pleasure burnt in his hips and another inhuman amount of juices sloshed from his balls.
The woman felt truckloads of seed increasing the pressure in her body, finding no other way to go but down from her stomach into her guts. The whole gargantuan cock was covered, then buried under piles of the sweet, creamy jizz as the floor too disappeared under its heavy white coating. Outside the booth, a casual wanderer could see the waves of milk leaking from the doors and spreading deep and wide on the floor. Yet the man was far from over.
Load after load after load of jizz burst from his prick with never-ending power, tearing up the woman’s dress completely as her body swelled so hard that even her muscles started to unravel under the sheer pressure insider her oversize, cum-ridden body. The spunk in her guts finally reached her anus, from which it popped like rocked fire.
“Goorh…!!!” She rolled her eyes and passed out as the man unloaded wave after wave after wave of frosty juice in her, spanking her cheeks as he himself came down from the pinnacles of pleasure.
“Wake up, whore! I ain’t even half-done with you!”
Letting the force of his ejaculations do all the work, he simply took his hands off her and let her head be popped out of his dick by his new loads. The monster had shot about thirty loads when her head broke free, and the thirty-first spurt burst so mighty from his cock that it splashed on the booth’s ceiling, bursting the wood and rising half-way to the cathedral’s ceiling. And that was still nothing for him!
“Stupid hoe! You’re all naked for me!”
“Goorhh!!!” She was writhing under the many orgasms of her cunt, the excessive lactations of her tits, the cramps of her muscles, and the outpouring of spunk from every orifice. Meanwhile, the man simply aimed his prick at her… and unloaded!
Splooorshh!!! Words cannot describe that massacre of jizz he did to her body: massive spurt after massive spurt propelled jizz pellets all over her body, coating her face and her hair, then her massive breasts, and her bloated belly, then finally her lower waist, drowning her under an industrial tank’s worth of spunk.
The jizz burst out of the booth in cataracts, no doubt making the whole cathedral smell like pure, condensed man juice as he just kept unloading and unloading seed on that cheap whore –a massive woman reduced to nothing near the power of his raging monster.
A single shot drowned her whole head. Another one completely covered both of her breasts under a five-inch layer of juice… then another five-inch layer on top of that. The jizzing kept going until her body was almost buried under virile bull seed, with the spunk rising so high on the booth as to sink even the man’s knees under a white, steamy ocean.
When he was done, the man-stud had unloaded over a hundred shots of seed on the woman, who was –by some miracle of God—still conscious.
She panted and looked amazed at her stallion, seeing that even her arms were sunk under the spunk.
“What… what…?!” «What the fuck was that?!» Her mind completed, and her monster read her like an open book:
“That, my sinful mare,” he cleaned her face with his huge palms, “was round one.”
Before she could even think about getting out of that pile of man junk, the booth was opened and the jizz lake slowly poured outside. The bull’s frost was so thick, though, that it moved like a very gooey gelatine.
Outside, a dazzlingly beautiful blond nun awaited them.
“Oh, hi, sister Miranda.” The priest from hell smiled. “I supposed I made something of a mess, haven’t I?”
Feigning anger, the sister replied:
“You should stop using the booth for that.” Then, she turned her eyes for the still-dizzy and numb Vanessa. “Is that a new one?”
“Yes.” He simply said, getting out of the booth with his monstrous cock still hard. “I also suppose you evacuated the church before I started getting her confessions, right?”
“Naturally.” Once again, she reprimanded the priestly stud: “you should be careful about these things, father. It won’t be too long until someone…”
“Shut, dear.” He showed her his opened palm and she, like an obedient puppy, immediately shut up, forgetting all the decor as she looked to his massive, hard, throbbing prong. “I’m going to work with her all night long. Is my room ready?”
The sister gulped and panted, giving a jealous look to the dizzy Vanessa.
“Yes, sir. As you ordered.”
“Great.” And, with a snap of his fingers, he called his huge mare inside the booth: “Vanessa, come with me. You’ve got a lot of confessing to do.” He turned to her and said in earnest: “I’m gonna rip you up like a fresh fruit, tear your whole body like a Christmas wrapping, and once I’m done nutting all of my gallons inside you, you will forever my slave and prime cum dump.” He snapped his fingers again, impatiently. “Now stop wasting my time and come with me. Your cure begins now!” She saw the man move away as her body slowly recovered its strength. She did not know if she was up to that bestial stud… but no force in either Heaven or Hell would prevent her from finding out!