His fingers hovered on the keyboard. Tits. His eyes gazed upon two glorious breasts. He moved the mouse cursor over the “size” option, clicked the dropdown menu, and hovered over the many available options: C, double-C, D-, double-D, E, double-E, F, double-F.
The standard was double-C, which was still some of the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. He’d rarely consumed porn. Too fake. Too ugly. «Porn women ain’t real women,» he used to think. They were, however, much more real than that, weren’t they?
He wasn’t sure. Those breasts looked much more natural—much more real—than the breasts he’d ever seen in porn. Only the titillating titties of film stars, in the rare moments when they were allowed to shine onscreen, could compare. For all purposes, those breasts were real and gorgeous—yet he wondered if they could be even more so.
He clicked on the double-D option. His eyes almost left his skull. He spread his legs a bit, adjusting his posture on the chair, and felt the fire burning in his groin. Those were truly astounding tits.
«Jesus!» He was amazed by the realness of the pair: their softness, their roundness, their hazelnut shape. It seemed too good to be true—and, given his line of work, a pinch of skepticism was always warranted. After all, there were only images were available. A video or two wouldn’t be too much to ask for, would it? Unless the sellers were trying to hide something.
«Still… looks so good, though!»
Yes, it did, and for a damn good reason: if there was a brand that could only stand to lose with false advertisement, it was that one. The most expensive dolls in the market, and one of the few notable companies of its kind that had managed to break into the mainstream: the big papers, the big shows, the big tellies, it seemed that everyone had written or talked about it. Celebrities had gone on camera to gush about their experiences with their products. Sex houses in the Old Riverlands even offered them for people who preffered them over real women—real whores, that is.
“More real than the real deal” was their tagline, and his hard penis seemed to concur. «Fucking… hot!» He found himself rubbing one thigh on other, stimulating his member, even touching and rubbing his pants with his palm, nearly hypnotized into jerking himself off. He shook his hand and moved his warm, cock-smelling fingers back to the mouse.
«Fuck. If this is the reaction a fucking doll has on me…»
He didn’t finish his trail of thoughts. The rest of it was clear and predictable, yes, but still he felt like he should have finished it. When he spoke, in fact, rare was the sentence that ended up intact. He mostly broke them in the middle, too afraid and too ashamed for having spelled them in the first place.
With pressure in the back of his eyes, he selected the largest option: double-F. Now the breasts, once glorious and gorgeous, were bloated into abnormal ballons of titflesh—so much tit that the damned milkers went down to the woman’s navel. He had to click on the previous option several times, instinctively, just too erase that hideous image off his head. He didn’t judge it, though. There certainly were people who liked that sort of stuff. «People will fuck anything, really.» He looked to his own body. «Except me, I guess.»
The double-D breasts were big—massive, in fact—but still believably so. He liked breasts that huge and shapely, much more than most men. The thought of their fertility aroused him. The perfection of the dolls nipples made him pucker his lips and gently suck in the air. He wanted to eat those tits and suck their imaginary milk. Were those globbets of mommy love real, they would certainly be lush, hot, and delightful to touch, never for a day dry of their creamy content, their life-giving nectar.
He was so much closer to the screen, puckering his lips like he was trying to kiss it. He spent so long looking at that doll that he’d basically forgot it was night already, and that most of his room was falling into darkness. Only the burning of the screen in his eyes woke him up. When he straightened up and moved his chair back, his penis hit the top of his desk, forming a visible tent on his pants—a small tent, but a tent nonetheless. At the tip, he could already see a moist, sticky smudge in the fabric. He was lubricating himself, but not yet so aroused that he felt he needed to leave the bedroom and let off some steam—and spunk—in the bathroom.
«Damn!» He bit his lips. «The breasts even got weight on them!» He loved the way the tits arched down on the chest, pulled by gravity. Their silicon (and whatever materials they were made of) was so smooth it actually behaved like real skin in a real breast of such size—or at least, well, how he imagined a real breast would behave. It was firm, yet still meaty; dense and heavy like it was full of milk and healthy fat, but still soft in a very natural, human way.
He spent maybe half an hour looking at those knockers, gawking at their shape, rubbing his penis between his thighs. When he accidently zoomed out and had another look at the full body of his goddess, he very nearly lost it.
She was even hotter the second time around. Exactly his type. «Oh, Jesus!» Poor boy was nearly drooling! Her name was Yara (spelled “Iara,” but who cares), and the site described her as “powerful queen of a long-lost Amazonian tribe.” They even had a cute bio for her, story and all. Just the right amount of cheese to be served with good wine:
Yara is a tall, muscle-bound Amazon for the fearless soldier who love ‘em rough. A goddess amongst queens, leader of women and lover of men, endowned with mystical powers of the forest spirits, this steadfast, unwearying warrior is a match for any men in both the battlefield and the bed. An avid horse-rider and thirsty cock-rider. Are you strong enough to take on her? Nights of fire and fury await!
She stood at exactly six feet tall, and had enough muscle to set herself leagues above even very fit ladies. She clearly belonged to a more risqué, niche selection of the company, and her price tag dearly reflected that.
She wasn’t no monster. She wasn’t no lady either. She was, indeed, like a comic book superheroine, only a little more buff. She had aggressive, bountiful breasts and butt paired with a lady-like trim waist, wide hips, and legs big and powerful as a horse’s. Her construction was so perfect he could even see the strains of the muscle fibers on her thighs, which themselves were each as thick as his own whole waist.
She was big. She was buff. A true gem in an otherwise very samey, predictable roster of babes. Her rareness was only accentuated by a glaring red text blinking above her pictures: “LAST UNITS REMAINING!”
Very few dolls had that sign. «Fuck!» He hated to be pressured for a buy, and he knew how those lame sales techniques worked. On the other hand, he usually could sense when such pressure was valid. Though he had flirted with that kind of buy for a long time, only now did everything seem to align: he had his own apartment and enough savings for such a purchase to not sting him (well, not too much).
«Hundred and fifty grand.» That doll was basically a car. «Fuck.»
It seemed fair, however. She was so tall and thick she easily used up more silicon than two, if not three regular dolls. «She’s just! So! Big!» He admired the thick veins carefully sculpted on her arms. «She’s just… so… pretty.»
Perfect. She felt perfect for him. Even after many years admiring girls of that body-type, he’d never actually found one quite so… right. «It’s like she’s custom made for me.» A doll blue-printed straight ouf of his fantasies. He looked deep into her eyes, captivated by her smooth, royal air of serenity. She really had that stern, peaceful look of a queen, that very suble grim of someone who’s perfectly confident in her own abilities, and who doesn’t need to brag or flaunt them even in the face of the staunchiest opponents.
She was, in short, so completely unlike him.
For a moment, the price didn’t seem to matter. Rather, it was whether he was worthy of even having her in the first place. «What a woman. Fuck.» Even that fake, silicon-based creature felt like too much of a woman for him.
He felt bad. Humiliated. He even considered closing the screen and going back to work—which he should have done about an hour earlier, really. It was foolish to dream with love. Better to not feed his heart any more false hopes.
His finger pressed the right button of the mouse very lightly. The muse’s stern look, however, kept him from hitting that red X on the screen. It was a firm, but caring gaze. Strong and loving. Hard and soft. Her facial features were beyond human—they were almost godly. Though her body was Spartan, her face was cherubic, like a beauty from some Mideastern background. Her skin was so much hotter and more lively than his own palish look. She struck a beautiful balance between the tenderness of Europeans and the strength of North Africans.
«She is, like… perfect. Absolutely perfect!» His eyes glided back to the annoying, blinking red sign: LAST UNITS REMAINING! It wouldn’t be a surprise if she were the very last doll in stock. He had seen that warning on some other premium offers before, and every time, once he least expected, poof!, someone bought the very last one of them, and he’d have to wait at a full year (usually longer) for them to come back on the shelves again. Some dolls weren’t even restocked, and instead replaced by new models entirely. What’s more, older dolls that happened to be resold on other places where offered for two, sometimes three times the original price—which begged the question: who the hell buys an used sex doll??
«From this company, well, I think that, for many people, it’s a risk worth taking.»
While he was thinking, the sign was blinking, the clock was ticking. His work apps were open on the taskbar of his computer, waiting for him to come back and be productive again. It was usual of him to stop in the middle of labor and just… daydream. To peruse useless shit online while thinking about better, more exciting things to do—things he’d never had the balls to do, and never would have.
A trip, a better job, a fresh start. «So many more people have such a worse time that I do!» He thought, punishing himself for being so ungrateful. «Such a worse lot in life.» He looked around his room, which was clean, organized, almost asceptic. «I could be worse off. So much worse off.»
If this line of thinking ever brought him any confort, though, he’d be the happiest man alive. Instead, it only got him mad. Or madder.
The powerful woman kept looking at him, her face both the same and slightly different at every gaze. More compassionate, even. It was like she knew what was going on in his mind; almost like… she was the one—and only one!—who could confort him in those times of need.
He couldn’t find the strength to close his browser—not when that could be the last time he’d ever see her again. «It went for sale yesterday. Yesterday!» He thought, biting his nails. «This red sign wasn’t there when I first saw her. Now, it’s almost out of stock.» Her face was so serene he could hear the waves of a calm ocean in it. «Like she’s begging me to buy her!» Like she was meant to be his!
His indecision got to a point where he found it easier to just get up his seat and walk in circles around his condo—not that it was a very long walk anyway: his apartment was just his bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, a living room slash dining room, and a decently-sized storeroom, with a tiny corridor linking all them together—his bedroom and bathroom to one side, the store and kitchen to the other, and the dining/living room in the beginning of the hallway. It wasn’t considered a studio proper, but only because of some foxy technicality the realters used to upsell that property. It wasn’t a football field worth of space, no, and it wasn’t even his (being rented for a hefty price every six months at a time), but still… it was home—and much better than anything he’d ever thought he would ever get in life.
He walked around the place like it was his very first time. «So calm. So peaceful. Neither downtown, nor the suburbs.» He liked going to his tiny balcony and smelling the fresh air from that twelveth floor, from where he could see the calm ocean shimmering under the placcid northern skies. It was cold—almost bone-chillingly so—but he loved it that way. It made him fell much safer than the unstable, unforgiving hotness of his homeland.
Calmed by the view of the ocean, cooled by the air and the hypnotic sight of the few cars whistling by the streets below, he walked back into his bedroom, where the Amazon goddess still awaited. «You are never going to see me again,» she told him clearly, with all the words.
He looked down. His head felt heavy. A hundred and fifty grand were no piss money. «But, anyway, what else do I have to do with it?» He had worked for so long and lived for so little that he ended up sitting on a pile of cash. It was only a matter of time, wasn’t it, for all those efforts to feel like… a waste? If there was one purchase his cash would be useful for, wouldn’t that one be the purchase of love? «Love. I will buy myself some love.»
He sat on the chair, his muse looking much softer, much warmer on the screen. That body! That tall, strong body! How firm and lovely should be her embrace, how tender and confident would her lips feel on his neck!
He refreshed the page. The dool was still there, but the sign… it seemed to be blinking faster, didn’t it? More unforgiving. It was now or never.
«Fuck.» He browsed through the many options for his doll, selecting the small details (he thought) he’d like the most: the type of her hair, the varnish on her nails, the texture of her skin, the color of her eyes. «Green.» He thought, finding the whole combination with her Middle Eastern skin very fascinating. «She looks absolutely beautiful with strong, Northern green eyes!» And so he chose it, going on to other details he felt a little embarrassed even having options for—like, were there really that many shapes of vagina in the world?
In the end, once he had assembled his perfect woman, he clicked the big, yellow buttom at the end of the page, and then only a credit card payment screen separated him from his true love.
He scrambled to find his card. Everything was tidy in his desk, and he wondered if he was being clumsy on purpose just to delay that process and to give himself some excuse to not purchase the doll, not change some things around. It wasn’t only the cost or his insecurities that hurt the most. No. To him, to buy that doll was to admit something intolerable; a truth he’d spent his whole life running away from, but that faced him every day, every time he looked at himself in mirror: «I am undesirable.»
With the card in his trembling hand, he typed the info very quickly, looking away from the screen as he hit the big, bright yellow “proceed” button.
A few seconds passed. After a flicker of the screen, his transaction was confirmed. His love was readied for shipment.
He stood there, unmoving, not a thought in his head. Whatever was done, was done. No reason crying about it now. Just out of curiosity, he went back to the salespage and hit the refresh button one last time. The red sign above the doll was no longer blinking. Instead, the words simply stated: “OUT OF STOCK.” He leaned back on his chair and smiled. «Maybe that wasn’t a bad decision after all.»
The Doll who Loved me is a serial novel about an incel being haunted by his sex doll.
It’s been thirty days since I had been “abducted” by this weird alien species and I haven’t yet seen all the stuff they so emphatically promised me.
I was getting bored and impatient, indeed, though my material comforts were hardly to complain about. Actually, an “abduction” wouldn’t be the best way to describe what they did to me; it was more like, uh, being a valuable asset in a scientific experiment with no deadline in sight. Something like that.
“So… you’re asking me to be your slave?” I asked them a month ago, when the opportunity was presented to me by their weird “messenger.”
“No.” Came the voices from the black box; many different voices all in one, talking in a weird, mechanical unison. “You’ll be free to do everything you want… within the confines of the mansion we prepared for you.” They continued. “You will have only one obligation: birthing as many children of our studs as you can. This will be done for as long as you remain fertile, and you won’t be able to leave the compound any earlier. As soon as you become fertile again, you will be impregnated. You will have as many children as your body can allow it, and once you cannot give birth to any more children, you will be returned to this Earth with all the rewards we promised.
In my head, I made the calculations. “Ten million dollars?”
“Per month?? As in… literally every month until I get back?”
“That will be taken into account.”
“Fuck.” The number was too great to be believable. “You say that, if I spend ten years in your, uh, ‘breeding program,’ you gonna pay me well over a billion dollars in today’s money?”
The beings sounded impatient and a little insulted in their replied: “you think your money means anything to us. We could offer you a billion dollars a month if that wasn’t too suspicious for your society. We strive to return you with as little raucous as possible. The least attention we bring to ourselves—to our very existence—the better.”
“Do we have a deal?”
I had to hold back the urge of laughing at their faces… well, at their “voices.” It was just too unbelievable an offer for me to take at face value. They had just appeared out of nowhere, exactly in the very second I’d turned eighteen, and made me that ludicrous offer out of the blue! There was something fishy there, and I still suspected it was some sort of prank from my girlfriends or something.
“Why all the trouble of asking? If you’re so powerful as you say…”
“The experiment doesn’t work if it’s conducted by forced.” They guessed the question straight out of my lips—or maybe I was just too slow, who cares. “We need strong babies. Healthy babies. The strongest, mightiest specimens of your species, and that doesn’t work if their conception and pregnancy has even the slightest twinge of stress.”
“Mm.” I pondered. “Makes sense.”
“Do you accept out terms, then?”
I looked to the black box, smirking like I wasn’t born yesterday.
“Show me. All this that you promised. The mansion, the estate, the luxur-” *boom!* With a loud snap and a huge change in—I don’t know, “air?”—around me, I was teleported to paradise!
There was no other way to describe it: a fucking paradise. “Wow.” Before me laid huge, sprawling prairies and hills of unmitigated beauty; castles, villas, and mansions tailored for my deepest personal taste; thousands of servants ready to do my every bidding; countless luxuries and comforts that would take me years to describe in detail (and I’m not that patient nor that talented with words, if you haven’t noticed already)!
With another thud, I was put back in the drab, dreary town I lived in. My four-thousand-a-month income as an OnlyFans-Star-slash-fitness-instructor was nothing to scoff at, but it certainly paled in comparison to the prospective of becoming a billionaire while living in massive, luxurious villas while being fucked by (what they promised to be) amazing studs filled with virile power.
Before they got the change of changing their minds, I was in, and quickly I found myself transported to the that paradise god-knows-where in the universe.
“We will come back in thirty days.” The voices in the little box said. “That will be our final confirmation. If you’re willing to proceed, you will breed with our first specimen. If for any reason, however, you feel that’s not your calling…”
“Oh, it is my calling! It is!” I said while chugging that fancy ass glass of champagne, dripping it all over my magnanimous bosom (more about ‘em later, hon).
“In any case, know that, if you change your mind at any point in these thirty days, then we will return you to your Earth. You will receive no compensation whatsoever.”
“Oh, well.” I looked around, a big, dummass smile in my face. “I think I can live with that.”
Worst-case scenario, I got a one-month free stay in the most gorgeous place in the universe.
Fast forward a month, well, and there I was, tapping my feet on the floor, impatiently waiting for the return of the little black box. Rows of dickless servants and flat-chested maids pestered me with their overzealous attention, and I had ordered a few of them replaced due to just how annoying they could be some times.
“Would our lady like some…”
“No.” I crankily replied. “Please, go away. If you can, call those masters of yours and tell them I am waiting.”
“Mm, yes, my lady.”
“I’m tired! And I’m bored!” I laid down on the luxurious divan, rubbing my huge thighs against each other, feeling the immense fire of a pussy that hadn’t got any action for over… “a month! A month without fucking, damn it!”
That had also been, indeed, one of their conditions; the most cruel and ruthless one, and the only condition that seriously tempted me to reconsider my time in that paradise. “You mean I can’t bang for a month?”
“Negative. You will only breed with our selected specimens. No forms of sex are allowed before that. A woman’s fertility is at its peak after a long period of abstinence. That is another condition that must never be broken.”
“Well, can I at least touch myself?”
“Oh, come on!”
“You can reject our offer if you don’t think you can handle it. We will only demand your abstinence for the first month. After that, you will be breeding every day you want, regardless of whether you’re pregnant or not. In fact, even when you’re pregnant, we strongly urge you to continue having coitus, for the sensations will be great for the development of the babies.”
I raised an eyebrow, already wondering what perverted things they had in store for me. “How can you be so sure these, uh, ‘sensations’ will be so good? I’m a very demanding lady, you know.” I can’t deny: I’d lost my virginity when I was fourteen, and I was the aggressor back then! Ever since, I haven’t stopped fucking with every great piece of ass and muscles and cock that crossed my way, and by the time I was eighteen, I had already collected over two hundred cocks under my belt.
What could I say? I was a tireless, raging nympho with the appetite of a goddess—and certainly a body to match!
The beings simply remained silent for a while before answering in their deadpan, serious-as-hell tone: “you are no match for our breeder. No woman ever was, and you certainly never will be.” Before I could say anything and defend my honor (oh! How dare they say something like that too me? Me?! A prime fucker and avid dick-breaker? A woman who’s crushed the pelvises and tore the penises of over five hundred guys? How dare they?!), they interrupted me: “you think you know pleasure. You know nothing. When our very first breeder starts working with you, you will beg you had never known pleasure so intense or orgasms so powerful. More than anything, you’ll be forced to be honesti with yourself: you not the strongest, nor even the prettiest woman we have gathered from this Earth. Though you are certainly amongst the top 50 women of Earth, you don’t even qualify as the top 25, so we will be giving you our weakest, most scrawny men, and then you can work your way up from there, if you so desire.”
There was a sound of buttons being pressed as those beings checked some data in their mysterious rooms, and I munched on those words, not knowing how to take them. «The fuck? Not even the top 25 prettiest??» I contemplated, barely realizing that being the fifty best-looking women on Earth was a hell of an achievement. «Well, fuck those bastards! If they think I will…» The box interrupted my thoughts with a large boom, however, and my tits stiffened as the beings continued:
“Indeed, you’re the weakest prospect we have found so far, after having collected 22 of the 25 most gorgeous and fertile ladies on Earth. Even they have fallen unconscious with orgasms after a mere thirty-minute pounding of your studs, so you are not expected to last over five minutes with even the weakest, pettiest of them.” I heard more buttons being pressed, and my heart beat hard as I feared that those mystics beings might actually reconsider their offer. “In fact, the first breeder you will have isn’t even one of our official breeders, but merely a ‘test toy’ to see how strong you are. We are accepting ‘samples’ from him, of course, but have in mind that we don’t have high expectations neither for you nor for him.”
I was biting my lips and crossing my legs as I heard those nasty words. “‘Samples,’ you say?” I asked, and they coldly replied:
“Do you accept our offer?”
Hell I was—though also a little, you know, aggravated by everything they said. «‘Not even the 25 prettiest’ my ass!» I kept angrily repeating in my head as I worked out religiously every single day in the massive gyms they had installed in all those mansions. “Fuck that! I’m gonna show ‘em just how gorgeous and fertile I am!”
Every day I crafted my body to be an obscene testament of fertility and female power, and the results had been showing even as earlier as my fifteens, when my already-big breasts grew to the obscene dimensions they eventually became famous for.
From any angle one looked at, I was a knocker. My height was already something to be envied by even the world’s tallest supermodels: at 6’2ft-tall, I was hard-pressed to find dudes whom I didn’t have to look down to! And that was just the beginning of my “problems” (call these the “problems of the truly blessed,” if you will): second of all, I was ripped. Like, I had always been a very buff and muscular for a girl my age, but in my teens I gained so much muscle I was actually thankful for my freakish height, which indeed allowed me to maintain my distinctly feminine profile.
Even with little gym, I had a four-pack set of muscular abs (that quickly grew into a six-pack after I started working out). My legs were wide monstrosities filled with veins and arteries as thick as fingers, and every time I walked one could hear my muscle fibers hardening and flexing—the swollen, rock-hard muscles of thighs which could tear through dozens of watermelons in sequence.
Indeed, one day my friends decided to add a 20-pound barbell-weight between my thighs and challenged me to test my strength. I flexed my thighs and made them swell immensely on the metal object, and soon enough the barbel was making tearing, rumbling noises as it bent under the pure power of my muscles. I was sweating and feeling my six-pack ache after half-a-minute of that gratuitous display of power, but when all was said and done, we all saw the barbell bent until both weights were touching.
It was official: I was a woman strong enough to bend metal in her thighs! “Who wants to see some fucking power!!!” I flexed like a gym-rat monster in front of the mirrors of my private gym, watching my shoulders bulge, my tits throb, and my arms swell to huge, vein-ridden proportions. I had biceps harder and bigger than probably 90% of dudes, and only incredibly well-endowed, professional bodybuilders were able to beat me in sheer thickness, hardness, and overall muscle definition. “Fucking shredded!”
I flexed my biceps, and they danced in the reflection. Beautiful veins covered them, and I kissed and licked them while spotting the huge camel toe that appeared in the tight cloth of my yoga pants. My pussy seemed swollen after a month of abstinence—the long I’d ever been, obviously, ever since losing my virginity. «Holy shit!» I sighed, fighting the urge to finger myself and make out with my own literal reflection!
My feminine features were just as pronounced as my masculine ones—and by that I mean my breasts and my ass, which were as huge as my waist was thin! My massive milk-makers and my huge milk-taker, all primed for only the biggest, most well-endowed men to fuck. «I hope these ‘breeders’ they have are really even half as good as they make them up to be, otherwise I’m gonna be so massively disappointed!» I flexed my chest, and my gigantic knockers bounced up to my chin, pushing and pulling my torso in their aggressive, heavy motions.
Of my 300 pounds of weigh, fifty probably went to my breasts, and another fifty to my buttocks—almost all of it, naturally, pure muscle!
Two huge stains on my chest threatened to ruin those clothes, but that couldn’t be helped; my tits were so fertile they could never stop lactating, especially when I was aroused, and every intercourse I’d ever had ended up in a milk bath drowning the bodies of my lovers, with me either half-assedly apologizing to them or demanding them to suck my tits dry and relieve me from a lot of that burden.
“Fuck!” They were almost always shocked at my taste. “Your milk is thick!” Yep: thick, creamy, and sweet. I was really the full package!
“Then why don’t you drink that sweet milk, baby boy, and relieve momma of this huge weight in her chest?” In the rare instances when my chest had been fully dry, I eventually discovered that their “natural” size was about a double-D—two massive knockers so hard they looked like giant muscles flexed on my chest.
It was my milk too that gave them their smoothness and “bounciness.” Sometimes, I felt only the sky was the limit for their size. «Fuck ‘em babies, they’re huge!» I always said after a few days without sex, feeling my knockers like two giant weights testing the strength of my back and my upper body. «Fuck, I need some fucking release!» I almost always found such release in men, though it wasn’t uncommon for me to literally milk my tits dry on a bathroom sink, squeezing them with my elbows and seeing the sink literally overflow with milk—in a regular day, I could easily produce over ten gallons of the creamiest milk anyone has ever tasted!
«Fuck!» I looked at my gorgeous body in front of the mirror, seeing how my breasts leaked even through my thick bra. «If I wait any longer, these babies are going to explode!» Almost as if craving for my attention, however, my glutes flexed on their own, and I looked down to my massive hips to see those power, mare-like muscles rumbling with so much power. “You want some good dick too, huh? Can’t blame you!” I made those beauties bounce, and their extreme hardness could be heard even from the other side of the gym. “Ass so big it can fit only the biggest, fattest of cocks! Mmph!” I sighed. “Wonder if these ‘aliens’ have it: a cock worthy of my ass!”
Back on Earth, I had to contend with ‘decent’ studs and their mega 9-, 10-, or 11-inchers. The closest that had ever got to making me feel full—to making me feel like afucking woman!—was a jaw-dropping 13-incher with the body of an Adonis and the stamina of breeding bull.
God, he fucked my body for so many hours that his preliminary alone would be the same as a sex marathon for most other people! God-daaamn, he fucked me and pounded me in so many positions that, when he was done to me, I had the vivid image in my head of being fucked by a battalion of a thousand Spartan soldiers.
Sex with him was unlike sex with any other man, for that guy was so clearly superior that I even doubted his humanity at times! He was more, like… a god! A single leg of him had more muscle mass than an average man would have in his entire body, so it wasn’t a surprise that sex with him felt like an orgy with a squadron of super-stud soldiers. «And the cum… fuck!» I remembered vividly every single time when he exploded inside of me! Pints of cum so bulky and so hard that my cunt was literally filled to the brim, with the spunk always inevitably squirting out of my gaping, thrashed pussy! Seriously, the guy nutted like a horse—actually, though I might not be a horse expert, I think his loads would give even horse a run for its money.
“My god!!” I saw a huge smudge in the middle of my dark-grey yoga pants. I was so lubed that drops fell on the ground, making tiny, sweet sounds as I squeezed one thigh against the other, just trying to stop my immense arousal. “Fuck! I hope their ‘breeder is really good!” If it was only half as good as that stud from Earth, well, I wouldn’t complain. I’d gone without sex for so freaking long that I would even take a pin-dicked hunchback, if that’s all they had.
“My lady.” One of the servants suddenly appeared out of thin air, giving me the scare of my life. “The masters are waiting.”
“What the fuck!” I tried to cover up my obvious arousal, but my breasts squirted even more milk on my top, dripping between my feet as I looked to that damn servant with hellfire in my eyes. “Fuck! Get the fuck out of here before I beat you!”
“I’m so sorry, milady.”
It didn’t help that all those servants were pretty much asexual and devoid of any meaningful features. I was a mare-like woman who needed men as endowed as stallions and as built as breeding bulls to take on me; even if those damn slaves had cocks or vaginas between their legs, their measly, scrawny looks would be too unappealing to get me going—even during the driest of my dry spells. «Fuck!» I thought. «Let’s see what’s the best these damned aliens can offer!» I strolled angrily to the living room, where I found the black box floating in the middle.
“So, beloved breeder.” That’s how the creatures referred to me. Part of me was offended, but another part was really flattered, I won’t deny. “Do we have your final decision?” I looked to the damned box, then all around me, gazing upon the unparalleled luxury I lived in, and the answer felt more obvious and more natural then ever:
“If you get me less annoying servants and, I don’t know, fill this place with a few more people—real people, I mean, not these weird fuckers you call ‘servants…’” I gently nodded. “It’s a deal. I don’t care if I have to spend the rest of my life locked up here! All I want now is…” I licked my lips, “to taste this breeder of yours.” There was a long silence followed by a very low-pitch hum from the box, which concluded in an emotionless tone:
“Very well. Just don’t we didn’t warn you.” And then, in the blink of an eye, the box disappeared… and I heard loud steps coming from outside.
«What the fuck…?» I thought, my heart picking up pace way before my mind could even process the danger I had gotten myself into. A massive shadow appeared beyond the glass in the door, going all the way up to the ceiling. «Holy fuck…!»
That wasn’t a small door. I mean… it was huuuge! The whole mansion had an incredibly tall ceiling, with some areas (like that living room, for instance) going as high as… «twenty feet.» I took the measurements one day. «None of these ceilings is lower than fifteen feet? Why??»
Well, apparently the answer had appeared right before my eyes: the shadow before the vast door was huge, and in fact it was higher even than the already ludicrous height of that door.
As I heard the doorknob turn, I couldn’t help but to gulp in fear. «Oh, fuck that!» The creature on the other side was so fucking massive that it completely blocked the sunlight coming from the door’s windows! «No. No! No fucking way!” I gulped. “No man can be this big!» But maybe it wasn’t a man. Maybe, just like those servants, it was a creature designed for a very specific purpose—and I could tell you one thing: it wasn’t to pamper my ass and call me ‘milady’ all day long, that I was damned sure of! «Well,» I thought, regretting every decision I’ve made in my life, «fuck. I mean… it isn’t called ‘breeder’ for no reason, I guess.»
My legs were trembling as the door began to turn. My mind raced by my past memories, as if it knew I was just about to die, and among the many things that were said and done to me, I was struck by the those condenscending words from my captors a month ago: “we’re giving you the weakest of our breeders. You can work your way up from him if you manage to survive him.”
My heart was about to burst from my chest. «Nah.» I giggled, very nervously. «This can’t be real. It is a joke, just a freaking joke, I tell ya. It can only be…» Then door sprung open, and then the whole world disappeared to me. “God.”
My jaw dropped, and my throat uttered only low-pitched, exasperated hums of heat. For a moment, I stopped feeling the rest of my body, having to turn my head up and lean back just so I could see the perfect face of that specimen that entered.
The door was 11-feet high, yet still the beast had to bow to pass through—not that he would have any trouble destroying it, if he saw fit, for his massive frame was muscles atop muscles, far surpassing any men I’d ever met, seen, or dreamt with. «Fuck!!» My mind raced as my eyes teared up, and I literally, silently cried with my face on the floor, refusing to stare any longer at that supreme specimen. His raw, masculine beauty alone had burned my eyes. «Fuck!! Is this…?! Is this their fucking worst?!!»
The guy had a face that would make Henry Cavil feel inadequate, unwanted, and unloved. Its pure, masculine perfection went beyond anything that words could make justice—especially the words from a raging whore like me. Suffice to say, he was blonde and shaven, with medium-sized hair that perfectly complimented his square jaw and highly angular face, oozing tribalism, primitivism, and raw, unbridled Viking sensuality—he looked like a Nord god mixed with a cave man.
«Fuck!» My knees felt the warmth of my pussy-juice as I kept squirting. A painful, sharp pleasure took over my head and made me feel like my eyes were going to burst from their sockets. It was an orgasm so deep and so long I was soon quivering on the floor, hitting my head repeatedly against it while that monster made its way to me. I could feel his heat even as he stood many feet away. The walls literally shook and the ground trembled as he calmly, almost leisurely strolled towards me, and I finally gathered some strength to look up and see exactly what else I was dealing with.
Big mistake. Big fucking mistake! That mountain of muscles was literally built like four horses. “Holy shiiiit…!!” I shouted, cumming so hard I thought my pants would be torn by the strength of my jets. I was once again on the ground, hitting my head on the floor as that man burned my body with his aura, now standing a mere ten feet away from me. I turned my face slightly on the floor, feeling my cheeks bathed on my cum, which now formed a huge puddle around my body. The creature was nude from the waist up, covered by only a large, gigantic white towel or tunic in his hips. “Fuuuck…!!”
The beast had a 16-pack for abs. I am not joking! His immense size allowed his body to display an amazing set of sixteen muscles in his belly, each of them as huge as a human biceps. «What the fucking shit am I looking at??» That gorgeous male was wider than I was tall! For the love of god, his massive pecs rippled with so much power I felt my face assaulted by every slight contraction of his muscles.
The monster stopped midway between the door and my body, looking at me with a serious complexion, breathing so deep I could feel the entire house rumbling with his breath. «Please…!» I begged in my mind. «Please!!» That guy was unreal! As I looked to his face, I realized that he must have been twice my height! I am not joking: that beast was easily over 12-feet tall, with enough muscles in one powerful arm to make two bodybuilding men from scratch.
Without muttering a word, the monster sneaked his fingers into the robe around his hips… and undid it. My heart stopped, my brain melted, my throat exploded in profanities as my eyes beheld the gargantuan monument which was so unceremoniously revealed to me. “OH, FUCK!!” I was soon quivering like a mad bitch on the ground. “YOU FUCKING HORSE!!” I didn’t’ want to be insulting to the guy, but my mind had nothing better to compare him with if not… a horse! The biggest penis I could think of! Actually, now that I think about it, I should have said elephant or a freaking hunchback whale—all animals which, in fact, would still feel minuscule when compared to that prodigious monument of breeding perfection.
The creature smiled very slightly, making the house shake again with his slow stroll towards me. His cock swung from side to side, dangling much farther below his knees. The beast must have had six feet just in legs, and the cock went below his knees at its lowest, giving it a soft length of maybe thirty inches. “Holy shit!!” My mouth was exploding. “Holy shit! Holy fuck, holy shit, holy fuck, holy…!!!” My tits swelled and hardened, and the milk burst through my nipples in two violent jets, building two massive puddles that quickly joined into a single one beneath my chest.
The beast kept making its way to me, smiling wider as it sniffed my arousal, releasing literal clouds of steam though his nostrils as it seemed to approve of my scent. He stopped again, and his dick smacked my head hard. I was knocked with my back on the floor, squirting juices on his cock with my legs spread out wide while the monster silently watched me cum and, overall, just lose my shit before him. “Fuuuck!!” My screams too made the windows shake. “Fuuuck!! Fuuuck!!” I felt his hot breath hitting my cunt, prompting it to gush more juices into his cock and sack—my pants had already been torn by the strength of my squirts at that point. That’s how hard I came for him!
I screamed, and the monster’s cock dangled between my legs, so ungodly thick that I felt I had a melon between them. My pussy suffered from an orgasmic madness or something, for from time to time I squirted with enough force to bathe a horse with my copious juices. A massive puddle, almost a whole lake had been formed around us, all while the monster simply watched, calmly smiling at me, and his prick throbbed with enough power as to make loud thuds which hurt my ears.
That thing was fully soft, yet it flaunted more veins than the bodies of two ripped bodybuilders. I literally saw the gallons of blood flowing through those massive ducts, the thinnest of which was still thicker than a thumb, and the widest of them thicker than five fingers put together. “God!!” I panted. “Oh god!!” My pussy hosed jets of squirt as high as his abs, bathing all of them in girl cum as his smile grew more arrogant and malicious.
His balls made loud thuds as they throbbed with massive waves of hot, fresh horse jizz. There was no doubt that, when that horse came, he filled entire swimming pools with ease. I was actually wondering if there was enough space in the whole mansion for the amount of jizz that horse-stud kept stored in those massive pellets, each easily bigger than a bowling balls. «I wonder if t-they-re… aahh!…» I thought while I climaxed madly, «…if they’re just as heavy!»
The monster bent down to grab me from the hair. I was a blonde beauty with a face to make supermodels want to kill themselves in pure shame, yet that monster didn’t seem not a bit struck by my perfection, pulling me to his horse-sized genitalia and cramming my face against it like a cheap, street alley bitch. Again, no word came from his massive, gorgeous thick lips. He simply crammed my face against his cock and expected me to service him like the king, the emperor, the god that he was!
And I did: I opened my mouth and slobbered all over that dick, all while my tits and my cunt made a much bigger mess of the floor.
The drool rained from his cock as I felt every vein of that massive breeder pass through my mouth and hurt it. My trembling arms carefully embraced that monster, pumping it along with my full body as the monster pulled me from the shoulders and brough me up along his cock, allowing me to even wrap my legs around it. «Holy… fucking shit!!» The insanity of his measurements made me cum even harder, and I realized I was literally clinging to that dick like a sloth on a tree trunk.
I squeezed the cock-head in my thighs and worshiped it with my whole being. The monster pulled my head up and down, moving my body along his massive dong. Little by little, I felt the surge of blood and energy giving life to that thing, and his balls throbbed more powerfully as I literally heard the gushes of semen rushing like trucks inside his ducts. «Holy shit!!» The soft cock was already inhumanly hard, but the growing cock struck my very soul with terror.
I squeezed it! Oh! I flexed my thighs and screamed with the burning pain in my abs, trying to make that beast deflate or, if all failed, to rip it from its source. I had no other chance! If I allowed that beast to inflate, it would literally tear me in four once it penetrated me!
Thirty seconds passed, and I had my eyes closed as I took a deep breath and gave that cock my all! The muscles of my legs and powerful glutes of my ass roared as my back grew into a wall of ripped muscles and my abs one by one throbbed and bloated until I had not just a six-pack, but a massive, bulging, rippling eight-pack in my belly, screaming so hard that soon all my body followed in that murderous squeeze: “aaaarrhhhh!!!”
*Boom!!* My biceps bulged. *Boom!* My shoulders widened. *Splaaash…!!* Endless torrents of milk burst from my tits as I squeezed that beast with all the might in my body, and thirty seconds later I was dizzy and shaky, nearly passing out as all the strength quickly left me and I collapsed hard on the down, panting and shaking while my muscles suffered the most intense cramps of their lives.
Five minutes later, I had enough strength back to look up and see the damage I had caused. “Oh, fuck!!” What I saw—or rather, what I didn’t see—made me so horrified that I was soon dragging myself on the floor, trying to get as far away from that monster as possible. “You’re still hard??!”
Correction: the beast wasn’t hard, but still hardening, and no damage at all could be spotted in all its gargantuan length. The monstrous cock grew and throbbed, as “damaged” as anyone would be after a light breeze, and then the monster puffed more clouds of scorching steam as it looked at me with a really annoyed expression.
“Feel relaxed yet?” For the first time, I heard his thunderous voice. “Good.” He cracked his knuckles. “Let’s breed.”
Chapter 2 – Tongue & Fingers
What’s the biggest dick that has ever fucked you? Nine inches (pff!)? Ten inches? Eleven? Well, before me stood a 40-inch semi-hard cock. The beast throbbed and rumbled, its many coarse, powerful sounds making the entire mansion quake. «Oh, my god!» My mind was racing, electrified, fearing the prospect of my body being ripped and torn apart by that ungodly thick, veiny beast of a horse cock. «The fuck am I even thinking?!» My mouth stood agape as it drool on my gigantic bosom. «No fucking horse ain’t half as big as this shit!!»
My body trembled before that delicious dong, and the monster who owned it flexed his muscles, making windows explode in the room! I instinctively protected my body against the shards, though part of me felt safe near that world-conquering monster, that studly, virile dominator, no matter whatever tragedy struck. He was going to be the destroyer of my body, yet I felt safer within than I ever did with anyone else. «Fuck, this stud is fucking hot!!» And gigantic! Even when standing right in front of me, that beast was so tall I could barely see his face.
The sight of his gorgeous muscles made my body shake uncontrollably with orgasms. I screamed and I panted as loads of squirt blasted from my pussy, bathing the obscene 16-pack of his abs while he calmly, yet brutally channeled energy into his massive dick.
The breeding beast throbbed powerfully in his hips, massive veins growing all around it, pumping so much blood I could literally see the flow under the skin, and so hot that his penis soon started bursting steam through every pore.
The monster turned his face to me and delighted himself on my whole body, maybe using it as the final inspiration to drive his god-cock over the edge.
He didn’t speak; he only grunted, his growls turning into roars as literal cracks grew all over the walls and the entire mansion was shaking with the indescribable power that filled his body.
His monster cock grew larger and longer, so heavy that every single movement was followed by sounds of many leather threads being stretched or SUV tires being torn apart. I could see every individual fiber of that inhumane cock growing and growing until the beast stood at an 80º angle, pointing to the ceiling, consuming so much energy from the giant that his roars made cracks grow around his feet on the ground.
His cock measured fifty-four inches, yet that wasn’t still the end of the performance. His body was such a monstrously vascular wall of muscles that he couldn’t help but to grow even taller during his performance, all the energy making every single thread and fiber of muscle loudly pop and stretch and, finally, inflate into a new, more insane size. His twelve feet of height soon became thirteen, and soon they turned to fourteen as the monster literally grew to have the height of that immense palace room, looking at me like the minuscule insect that I was.
At that moment, his monster cock had surpassed 65-inches of length and 14-fucking-inches of width! That penis had more width that the biggest dick I’ve ever rode had in length! I couldn’t stop screaming before that blonde god next to me… just as I couldn’t stop creaming myself from every hole imaginable. “Fucking shit!! Fucking god!! Oh, fucking shit!!” And so went on my desperate cries, my body jumping on the floor thanks to the intensity of my orgasm and, eventually, with the one step the giant gave before me.
The silent monster knew he had me before I had even laid eyes on him. I mean, it was more than obvious that a giant like him could have any woman he ever wanted, but even for these standards his aloofness and arrogance seemed outstanding: he moved his fully hard cock down with a single hand, making his whole arm ripple and grow to a monstrosity twice as thick as my entire body. My fair-skinned, muscular Amazonian body was no match for a god of such insane size and virility. I was going to be murdered by that cock!
“Please, have mercy!!” I screamed, but the monster growled more loudly as gushes of strength seemed to invade his system. His balls—two incredibly bloated, virile-charged semen tanks!—had begun throbbing, with the vast gallons of seed moving at incredibly high speeds inside his cock. Was the beast finally going to cum?
Nah, he wasn’t. Well, not an actual orgasm, I mean: I saw the enormous cumslit of that god-cock open wider than a human fist, then a cannon-ball-sized load of precum blast through it and drown my body. *boom!!* Waves of precum burst and splashed on the staircase as my body was pushed on the ground by that outstanding flow. That monster hadn’t cum only enough junk to fill a bathtub; he had cum two whole bathtubs of precum in his very single shot!
“Please!!” I shouted, my voice quickly muffled by his god-forsaken lube shots. “Mercy!! Fuck!! Have mer…!!” And then another massive, hundreds-of-pounds-worth mass of precum hit my body, both browning me and smothering my powerful muscles under his juice.
That was all his precum. His! Pre! Cum! Those were the incontinent blasts he shot just to get his cock clean and wet, not even remotely close to his actual jizz! That was what the monster produced without even trying to feel aroused, and my body was being battered harder than if I had been put in the middle of ten thousand horses and had them all shoot their loads in my face! That was not just a shot; that was an ocean of juices!
Under all that, however, my body entered a new sequence of indescribable orgasms; the presence of that uber-masculine specimen made me feel like the most blessed woman in the universe—which, in a sense, I was.
Thousands of pounds of muscles roared and rippled before my body, eagerly waiting for the opportunity to launch into me and strike with their tremendous power. I mean, what woman wouldn’t feel truly blessed for being desired by the most perfect stud in the universe—even one whose power, weight, and mass would easily kill me in a single thrust?
Breaking free from the lake of lubes, I took a deep breath and looked around. The room was as big as a baseball field, yet it was all covered in thick layers of precum! The monster stood there, just looking at me, its god forsaken cock being stroked patiently by one hand, puking lubes more calmly, but still big enough to fill half-a-bathtub with every single load.
Panting and gasping, filling the loads of milk pile into my breast and explode in loud, messy jets, I eyed that male from head to toe and ecstatically blurted out the question that for so long burned in my mind: “you’re their weakest??” But the beast just kept looking at me, his face clearly angered by what I said, his hand pumping the cock slower while countless more veins claimed every square inch of that unbelievable dong. “Mm… not much of a talker, are you?”
The monster simply let go of his prick and grabbed my whole body with a single hand! “Wait! No, wait! What are you d…?!?” Before my fear could get the better of me, I came! My pussy was hosing juices again and my tits were exploding with milk strong enough for steam to burst through my nipples, all while I beheld that godly face and climaxed, yes, due to just how perfect it was.
The god breeder had simply the most perfect face any woman could ever see or fantasize with! Even to describe it seems to exhaust my (granted, not so extensive) vocabulary—or maybe there were really no words to accurately portray even a fraction of the beauty that nearly shone from that face, like a sun shining on its subjects. All I can say is that he was blonde, and the most erotic cross imaginable between a Nordic god and a caveman.
My god, his muscles! I could feel the heat of his rippling fibers all over my body. “GOD, FUCKING…!!” I bit my arms. “MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOOOP!!!” And so I kept screaming and punching that creature suffering under a pleasure so intense it felt like torture. My pussy was coming so hard it was soon sore just with the outburst of my lubes; my nipples, too, were burning so hard I felt like ripping them and doing away with the immense pain.
The monster lifted my body until my gigantic bosom was on his face, showering it with my milk. He simply opened his mouth and turned me slightly from side to side, making his cheeks bloat with the showers from every tit. “Fuuuck meee!!” That was both an exclamation and a plea. The beast could easily devour my head in a single bite! He was so immense his one hand alone almost completely wrapped itself around my waist—and, remember, I was a pretty thick bitch! A 6’1ft-tall, 300-pound Amazon about to be wrecked by a 14ft-tall, 10,000-pound-plus breeding bull! “God!!” I cried, shaking my legs madly as the monster drank patiently from my gushing tits. “Please, god!! Not this way!! I don’t wanna die this way!!”
The monster lifted his other hand to my face and… gave it a single flicker! *spaat!!* His index finger hitting my face felt like punch—or maybe a cannon blast! I was amazed that my skull was still intact and that my jaw was in place when the creature lowered his arm and looked so seriously at me, admonishing me without words, as if all my screaming was annoying to him. “I’m s-s-so s-sorry, master!!” He wasn’t my master (if anything, I was his master), but that obviously didn’t matter, for the sexual hierarchy had been set as soon as he stepped into the room. “It’s just… I really don’t wanna die!!”
The monster pulled my body closer and laid his lips on mine. I felt his powerful breath burning my face while my whole body was attacked by wave after wave of bone-cracking, muscle-tearing orgasms. My pussy became numb
after the rocket-like explosions of cum that single kiss bestowed upon me, and I could feel my milk splashing back into my face after hitting the monster’s pecs in enough volume to fill whole bottles every second. «Jesus…!! Fucking…!! Christ…!!!» I didn’t know what the exact limits for human pleasure were, but I was damn sure I’d blown past all of them.
What’s the most orgasms you had in a single night? Five (pff!! Ha, ha, ha!)? Seven? Ten?? Well, I’ve had about a hundred sets of multiple orgasms in the very first second of that kiss.
Wording is important here: “sets of multiple orgasms;” not “orgasms” or “multiple orgasms,” but “sets of” them. That meant that, for every set, I suffered more orgasms than there could be feasibly counted. A single set carried more orgasms that the horniest of women would experience in their whole lifetimes, followed by ninety-nine more sets of those… in a single fucking second!
“GAAAWD!!!” No wonder I wasn’t seeing anything but colors and weird shapes. The pleasure was too great to be quantified, almost too unbearable to be felt without kissing death itself! I slobbered all over those monstrous lips, feeling that god’s tongue moving inside me, threatening to blow my fucking skull up! «I don’t give two fucking damns!» I thought before shouting: “kiss me!! Kiss me like you mean it!!”
Immediately, though, I regretted my decision: the beast slid his monster tongue so deep inside me that I felt my jaw snap and my throat inflate to about five inches wide… then six inches… then seven fucking inches!… his monster tongue servicing itself with my whole insides, not just my mouth. «Holy fucking…!!» My jaw had literally broken with the mere entrance of his tongue, like I had been stupid enough to swallow the world’s fattest anaconda, and the pain was so sharp, burning, and all-consuming that I felt my head explode, and hot, steamy tears burst thanks to sheer pressure from my eyes.
Then, a second later… a miracle happened. «What the fuck??» The pain had quickly subsided and my jaw was back into place—with a caveat: my mouth was now wide enough so it would eat up that 8-inch-thick anaconda and even leave some room for more. God, I felt every fiber of that tongue twitching inside my mouth, but I at least was eating it without tearing my skull up in a thousand little pieces. «Fuck!! Fucking hell!!» The monster, meanwhile, served his anaconda with pieces of my stomach! He wasn’t kidding when he went all-in on my mouth: his tongue was filling my stomach and slapping all over its walls. Thankfully for him, I had gone to the bathroom and cleaned myself really tidy before he appeared; otherwise (ugh!), I dread to think of the mess he’d be tasting so deep inside me.
The monster took his tongue out in one swell movement, making me gaggle and puke nothing into the air—again, too lucky that my stomach was empty.
I shivered and quivered for several minutes, crying and panting as the monster kissed my face and literally licked my boobs, his tongue wide enough to completely envelop each of them. “FUCK!!” I shouted. “You fucking… animal!!” I froze as he gave me a look, oh, no woman should ever get.
It was a look of pure savagery; one that communicated just how hard I was about to be fucked. Most women would die to get that look from their lovers, yes, but there was a catch with him: his eyes burned with so much power that they seemed to drink from the fires of hell itself! With any other man, oh, I knew I could survive even their roughest, most beastly pounding, but with that horse… fuck me, that horse was another story all together! That look made me sure that he was going to plow my body through the walls of that mansion like they were paper, and every thrust of his 65in-long, 15in-wide cock would crush my sex with enough power to bend and destroy an Eiffel Tower at every second!
*Gulp!* Was the sound from my throat, echoing all over the room. “Baby… please…” I soon screamed so hard and at such a high pitch that more windows and glasses on the room exploded, for the monster put one hand between my legs and started spreading them apart slowly. My massive ass was almost dwarfed next to to his hand as he held me from behind, slowly lifting his fingers between my legs until I was in a full split midair, gushing juices so hard it felt like a waterfall hitting the ground beneath me.
The monster stared at me and memorized every twitch of pleasure of my face, savoring his full power and control over me (I guess that male hubris is the same for every womanizing stud like him, human or not). Slowly, he lowered my body into his engorged prick, whose helmet was as large as a freaking fire hydrant. “No, baby, nooo!! Noooo!!” I knew that his powers would restore my bones into whatever size he stretched me to, yeah, I got it, but that still didn’t make the prospect of being fucked by a dick that monstrous any less life-threatening. “Your fingers first!!” My mouth blurted out in despair. “Please, love, fuck me with your fingers!!” The creature stopped, looking at me with just enough curiosity to let me know I had his attention. Panting and crying and cumming, I struggled to get the rest of the words out: “each of your fingers… goddamn! Each of them is thicker and longer than the thickest, biggest dick I had back on Earth!” I smiled nervously, praying that he would listen to my plea. “P-please, my love, stretch me out with your fingers first! When I signed up for this, I… I d-didn’t know I would have to fuck a mountain!! P-please, love, please!!” I kissed his cheeks and his mouth desperately, seeing no reaction from his angry face. “Mommy will be a good cunt to your cock if you take it in easy, baby, please!!”
The monster grunted once, then moved his hand in such a way that the two fingers on each side were supporting each of my thighs, with the fingers in the middle pointing upwards to my gushing cunt. Fuck, I could feel the strength of my juices based solely on the splashes that hit back from his palm on my pussy. I was cumming uncontrollably maybe gallons per minute, but that monster kept his finger still, disciplined, with absolute control over every muscle of his body.
His middle finger was a fine downgrade, but it was still a terrifying start. I tried to look down, fighting against all the orgasms that fried my brain and tortured my body, and still I saw a finger that was thirteen inches long and three inches wide. «Fuck!!» My mind burned and my body experienced a glacial wave of goosebumps. «This finger is bigger and thicker than the biggest, thickest penis!!» Yep, that was right: even the biggest stallion on Earth wasn’t a match for a single finger of that god stud! Worshipping his face with hundreds of kisses, I feebly attempted one last plead to his senses: “please, my god, c-can we, I dunno, start with a smaller finger?? Maybe your ring finger, or even your pinky, or maybe even…”
The monster thrust his full finger inside. His! Full! Finger! In the blink of an eye, as quick as a lightning flash, that monster-cock of a finger broke through my cervix and exploded with full force into my womb, pushing it almost a foot higher in my body, shutting my entire system down and freezing my mind in what seemed to be another realm made of pure bliss and pleasure.
Fuck! That! Bastard! Any other woman would have died with such a thrust! At the very least, she would have puked her heart out and felt her organs liquefy under such immense power, but I… oh! I only came harder with that kind of strength—and the bastard knew that!
As my shivers decreased a little, a looked to that monster’s face and saw it giving me a wry smirk, as if assuring me that, yes, I could take all that power and more! I hugged his neck and kissed it, preparing my hips for a deadly onslaught of finger-thrusts. Goddamnt it, that monster had me! I was going to be fucked by a beast who knew every dirty secret and all the filthiest fantasies of the deepest parts of my soul! My orgasms would be legendary! My ecstasy, beyond inhuman! «Fucking mares would faint with these orgasms I’ve just felt right now!» My mind screamed, and the monster proved my point by savaging my cunt relentlessly with his finger.
He hugged my body hard with his other arm, crushing my waist against his gigantic pecs while destroying my cunt with the raw motions of his fingers. I was cumming and screaming as that middle finger was jackhammering its way inside my loins, drilling me with stone-breaking power, rearranging my organs and my guts while making me blank several times in a second, nearly killing me a couple of times. Despite his tight grip, my body hopped in the air thousands of times every second; micro-motions powerful enough to shake a horse’s organs into a pudding, but that within me felt like pleasant, zen-like vibrations. “G-G-G-G-G-G-GOD…!!!”
His finger made thousands of thuds every time it crushed against my womb. I felt he was fucking my heart with that limp as the entire room began to shake with his power. The cracks he had previously put on the walls began to deepen and sprawl all over the place. He was fucking me with enough power to crush a mountain, yet I felt surprisingly calm amidst all that—cumming the hell out, for sure, but still strangely tranquil and confident, like I knew I was really strong enough to survive any ordeal.
The beast lifted my body just enough so he could place one of my tits into his mouth. The giant opened it wide enough until his own jaw appeared to hurt, and I could see, judging by his look of shock and amazement, that my size was something completely novel to him. Feeling my words being broken in a thousand different syllables, I struggled to say amidst his ruthless finger-banging: “now you know how it feels, huh?”
He responded to my disrespect with a pounding twice as hard and thrice as fast. “FUCK!!!” I blanked out and my body softened as the beast gobbled up my left tit fully and sucked it! “LOOOOOOVE…!!!”
My scream and my sudden reawakening destroyed whatever piece of glass that remained in that room. I could hear the shards exploding in the distance as the monster multiplied the focal points of orgasms inside me: relentless climaxes in my cunt and now relentless orgasms in my tits, all generating waves which met and exploded in the middle of my body, generating yet more powerful orgasms around my bellybutton, overcharging my nerves so much that soon my body started to produce electricity. “FUUCK!! FUUUUCK…!!!” And so my screams went on until my mouth was shut for good, and I felt even all the fat of my fucking tit being sucked by that voracious giant, whose gulps made loud thuds that added to the violent shaking of the entire room.
His finger banged my cunt so hard it could no longer be seen; it was just one large blur moving at unbelievably high speeds in my cunt. At one point, however, the finger became visible again, and at one moment it even appeared to stop, “glitching” in a weird way as my body was still being pounded relentlessly by some invisible force. “GODDAMN IT, HORSE, I’M GONNA FUCKING DIIIIIEE!!!” That was an optical illusion, you see: the finger was actually moving so fast that’s its after images all joined together in roughly the shape of his still finger. As the speeds, however, just kept increasing to even more maddening paces, that still photograph a finger disappeared once again, breaking into two, then four, then eight, then countless fingers banging my cunt so hard it caving into itself, and my womb rose as high as my chest with every new pump.
Contrary to the maddening speed down there, he sucked my tit with an almost gentlemanly calm—partly because he knew that, if he was too forceful, he would literally rip my baby from my chest! Still, a single suction of him was enough to drain my tits completely dry of milk, with his cheeks bloating monstrously with my juices and his throat making a thunderous, gaggling noises. My tits went literally from a double-G to a double-D size in half a second, so powerful were his suctions!
I came so immensely that now my body was put on a permanent stasis of orgasms, locked in a purgatory of pleasure. My cunt and tits exploded with so much lube and milk I literally stopped feeling anything in my hips and my chest—except for the orgasms, or course. Actually, the orgasms became only purer and more crystalline as the pounding went on.
“FUUUUUCK…!!!” I literally coughed blood at some point, with veins in my nose rupturing and blood pouring from my nostrils as well as my eyes and ears. The beast changed breasts in his mouth whenever the last one got dry, allowing it to replenish its juices before he went back to sucking it again. I was immeasurably more fertile then that I had ever been in my already-too-whory life!
«FUCK FUCK FUCK MEEEE!!!» I screamed as I felt hundreds of pounds of milk being added back into my exhausted tits as soon as he released them. The load of juices was so hard and sudden than the boob loudly bounced, with milk splashing on his massive shoulders just as he was about to finish sucking my other boobs.
So it went that both my breasts were being pumped and reinvigorated like machines, creating a hellish sensation of brutish orgasms all over my chest and my back, with every single cell in my body now converted into a carrier of the electric synapses of my powerful, all-consuming orgasms.
Seriously, what the hell! My entire body had been turned into a cum machine, with even my guts twitching and twirling like a bunch of snakes having ferocious sex in my belly! You could literally see my intestines through my skin, like there were literally snakes making love there—and that wasn’t yet half of my body transformation.
“FUCK!!” I saw lightning bolts, then the whole world being shattered for a second as a powerful wave of heat exploded through my cunt.
That last part wasn’t metaphorical: a large flame exploded from my cunt, followed by lightning bolts that spread all over my body once my orgasms had transcended into pure biochemical reactions, turning me into a living dynamo which could literally lighten up town and power industrial machines on its own. “FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!”
I felt a warm, no, a scorching embrace in my body, and before I even realized I was completely enveloped in goo again. The beast had nutted precum once more through his dick, easily beating my own orgasms of juices from my cunt and covering my entire body in a cocoon of prick juice. My breath was cut for a few seconds before I literally ate and swallowed that juice, taking a moment to breathe before his relentless finger-pounding forced me to puke all the load out again. “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!”
That madness went on for ten minutes until the floor had cracked so much under that monster’s feet that I felt his body sink hard on the ground in one moment. «FUCKING… MONSTER!! THIS FUCKING MONSTER…!!!» The pussy pounding remained just as intense and merciless, though, with the monster spreading my massive buttocks with his index and… piercing my ass! “N-N-N-N-NOOOO-OH-OH-OH-OH-OOOOH!!!” I screamed deliriously, knowing full well that any and all protests would be ignored.
Just as brutally as he had entered my cunt, he was now piercing my ass with his eleven-inch-long, two-and-a-half-inch-wide precum-ridden index. Quickly enough, he bottomed on it. «JEEESUS!!!» If I already was in a different realm of existence at that point, I’d been pushed even deeper down that metauniverse of pleasure and orgasms once his index passed through the very limits of my anus and pierced my guts, retreating just as quickly as it entered me, and invading me once more.
Explosions of electricity ravished and annihilated me. Instead of thrashing madly like a patient from an insane asylum, my body actually froze almost completely, vibrating at ridiculously high speeds while glowing and emitting an aura of pure power. The lightning bolts multiplied until they were almost a permanent feature of my cumming, destroying vast areas of the ground upon impact, making several pieces of furniture explode and, all-in-all, the room be further destroyed as the double-pounding, double-sucking went on. “O-O-O-OH!! M-M-MY F-F-FUCKING… G-G-G-GOD!!!”
The aliens weren’t joking: that simple foreplay was literally killing me and replacing my old self with a newer, more resilient type of human being!
The cunt/ass/breast savagery went on for another ten minutes until the monster began to grunt, himself aroused enough to buckle his hips forward and hit his own hand in the middle of my legs with his gigantic, inhumane cockhead. I felt the extra thrust, but everything was pretty much the same to me at that point: just one large, all-encompassing set of orgasms frying my nerves and making my tits literally burst with fire along with the gasified milk. «FUCK!!!» I was crying blood… and loving every second of that brutal savagery!
Sure enough, the savagery grew yet more savage: I felt a bone-breaking stretch of my cunt and realized, amidst the aura of pure orgasmic bliss, that the monster had added another finger to my cunt, as well as another finger to my anus. *Boom!!* Lightening bolts wrecked the floor, the walls, the staircase, and even the ceiling with the massive explosions of orgasms generated by that new level of penetration: his ring and middle finger pounded my cunt at near-light speeds while the index fingers of both his hands pierced my anus, all with enough speed to create literal bursts of fire and rounds of lightning.
I was sinking into new dimensions of orgasms at every minute, then every second, then every micro-fraction of second, then infinite times infinitely smaller intervals of time, cumming so hard that all women on Earth—and I mean, all women! All 3.8 billion of them!—would be cooked alive by just one percent of one percent of one percent of one percent of one thousandth per cent of the orgasms that I felt in a tenth of a tenth of a tenth of a hundredth of a thousandth of a second. Or maybe even less!
“FUUUU…!!!” The ceiling above, hit by the shockwaves of my scream, cracked and crumbled around us. “FUUUUUCK!!!” More pieces of marble and concreted crashed on the wrecked floor as the quadruple drilling of my body went on, with the monster roaring louder and faster and deeper until he looked at me with sheer agony in his eyes, and then he did something I really wasn’t expecting—not so fast, damn it, and definitely not so soon!
Without a warning, that monster simply… came!
Chapter 3 – Atomic Thursts
When those damned aliens signed me up for their breeding program, I knew I was up for something good… but what I actually got was beyond ludicrous!
Before me stood a monster so big I almost broke my neck trying to look all the way up to this face. He was the reason that mansion was so enormous: he easily reached 15-feet of height, cracking the ground with his heavy steps, each carrying the weight of over 15,000 pounds of his over-muscular body.
The monster almost never said a word. He simply looked at me with a furious expression and an occasional cocky smirk, as if he was always one step away of losing control and pounding the ever-loving shit out of me with his monster cock. I had all the reason to fear him, for his fully-aroused cock now displayed all the awesome virility he had in store for me.
It was sixty inches long. Yep. The beast was sixty inches long, maybe even longer, throbbing and bulging with its myriad of thick veins—each as thick as a thumb—, easily over fourteen inches of width. «Jesus… almighty!» My mind raced in utter madness, seeing that pillar of meat ready to tear me up like a worthless whore.
The monster looked down to me and grunted, his unbelievable muscles getting larger, hotter, and harder every second. I was still trying to control myself as his previous orgasms still rocked my body; electricity flowed through my nerves and burst with blinding sparks from my pores; he had finger-fucked me with enough intensity to power all of America’s East Coast, and even though twenty minutes had passed with me resting on the ground, it was still too little rest for me to recover even a fraction of my usual strength.
“Stud!” I stammered and whimpered, watching him bend over to me and grab my legs with his powerful hands. I screamed, oh, how hard I screamed, and the beast pulled me to his body until my cunt was under his massive, throbbing balls, then pulling down his dick with one hand to aim it at my cooch. A large ocean of goo splashed on my body; all the precum that had stayed insides that massive cumslit easily flowing out, covering me with enough juice to fill two bathtubs. I coughed, I fought for air, but I eventually recovered, looking at that titan with startled eyes, my pussy primed and ready for consumption.
The helmet of his monster cock was easily larger than a watermelon. Looking at him, you never knew what struck you with the most orgasms: if it were his monster abs or his rippling, rumbling chest, so large you could lay on it like a massive, manly bed; if it were his massive biceps, each of them thicker than my entire, fitness-trained body; if it were his gargantuan balls, themselves as big as watermelons; or, of course, if it was his imposing, daunting cock, with which I was sure he beast could drill through mountains.
My mind shivered in anticipation as he leaned in and crushed my cunt with the tip of his monster cock. Gallons of precum were spilled inside me, and all I saw was blackness around us. Then, I screamed. Oh, I screamed and creamed that god-cock with my orgasmic female juices, feeling my massive double-G tits harden and hose the milk all around me like a fountain, my body charged up with so many brutal orgasms the pain of being stretched by that monster cock became negligible.
His load of precum alone overfilled my cunt and stretched my womb like a balloon. Massive loads of that pre-jizz exploded through my cunt as he kept cumming, unable to control himself, with his god-cock throbbing and allowing the flow of whole bathtubs worth of lubes. My belly bulged like I was pregnant and my body thrashed on the ground, carried by the power of that awesome, effortless virility. “Fuck!!” I screamed, feeling my head explode. “Fuck, fuck!!” The monster heard my plea, cramming the helmet of his monster in my pussy, immediately splitting my hips into hundreds of little pieces.
Pain! What I felt was pain beyond anything words can describe. It was a sheer agony that couldn’t be trifled with. Yet still, amidst all that pain, I couldn’t help but to cum. In the void of my mind, I felt my body squirting gallons of lubes on that monster’s abs, even though he had certainly made me paraplegic with his monstrous penetration—a mere three inches of his god-cock making sure I would never walk again.
The beast roared, and the steam that came from his nostrils and his pores hit my body with a burning heat. That blond creature was hot and powerful everywhere! Soon, I heard my bones readjusting, their many crack being undone as my hips were rebuilt anew, replacing all the painful, burning sensations with a calm, all-encompassing coolness. “Jesus!!” I blurted out, feeling the monster come deeper inside me, stretching my body with his titanic rod.
Several inches of his snake effortlessly made their way inside me, tearing through my cervix and exploding inside my womb. At that moment, I didn’t have any rational words left for that beast; I was insanity incarnate: “FUCK ME!! OH, FUCK ME, STUD!! FUCKING TEAR ME UP WITH YOUR ELEPHANT DONG!! JESUS CHRIST, TEAR ME, WRECK, DESTROY ME!! NAIL ME TO THE WALLS OF THIS CASTLE AND FUCK THE EVERLASTING SHIT OUT OF ME WITH YOUR GOD-COCK, YOUR SIXTY-INCH PUSSY IMPALER!!!” The beast smiled, cramming his monster even deeper in me, and the next thing I felt—the only thing I felt, honestly—was my entire body consumed by his dick.
The breeder crushed my body with his mountain of muscles, cracking the ground around me. I felt a kiss in my mouth, which brought me peace, then despair as his monster tongue invaded my mouth and twitched all over my throat. My body swelled as my womb was pushed by his monster cock, rising as high as my stomach while I was overtaken by a myriad of orgasms.
“OH, MY GOD!!!” I squirted so hard my pussy was beyond sore; aside from the orgasms, I couldn’t feel anything; it was like I no longer had a flesh, with the orgasms bursting from the very pore of my womanhood. “JESUS!!” I thrashed on that massive body, being impaled mercilessly by his cock, him pushing the womb all the way up to my ribcage, cracking it and destroying my bones just before his magical aura made them reform into the a new size—a perfect fit for his god-cock. “FUCK!!”
My womb was pushed all the way up to my throat, and the bumps of his cock and his tongue met at the top of my chest. My pussy exploded with such loads of girl-cum that I could literally feel the waves of lubes washing over my thighs. Sparks of electricity burst from my skin, and my tits lactated so damn hard I felt the piles of Chantilly milk weighing on my bust. The monster smiled wryly before retrieving his monster cock from my depths and then pounding me again with it! “FUCK!!”
The cracks grew wider and deeper on the ground, with a massive fissure spreading all the way up to the stairs. The power of his thrusts would be unlike anything I’d ever felt; I wasn’t going to be fucked by a man or even a giant; rather, my cunt was about to be plowed by a herd of a hundred thousand stallions, all rolled-up in a single, massive cock. “DESTROY ME!!!” I screamed, cumming so hard I barely felt his barrage of thrusts pummeling my body, my pussy exploding with lubes so hard it sprinkled on the walls and the ceiling of that mansion; oceans and oceans of girl-juice bursting from my sex as it was ravished, destroyed, torn apart, and rebuilt by that tireless drill of a monster dick.
“JESUS… FUCK…!!!” I was sure my mind was in pieces as he pummeled and pummeled and pummeled me into oblivion. I felt my muscular back drilled into the ground, sinking lower as the marble cracked and my muscles hit the pipelines of the building; the metal was subsequently bent and torn apart by the continuous pounding, with watery explosions all around me. Cracks covered the floor and climbed the walls, spreading all over the ceiling, with some pieces of marble crashing at different points of the room around us.
And the monster kept thrusting, his abandon all but absolute. His mighty thrusts formed a huge crater around our bodies. I was being fucked by a guy who could literally turn stone to dust with the power of his thrusts! Though I should have been afraid, I only came harder and louder. “FUCK ME!!” I felt his agony, his incredible frustration for not piercing me with his whole dick—and how could he, after all? Thirty inches were all I could get before my womb hit my freaking throat! “IS T-THAT ALL YOU C-CAN DO, STUD?! AAHH!!”
I felt his muscle rumble and roar, almost like a car ready to race. My body was lifted off the ground, with the dust and rubble falling from my back. The monster walked to the long staircase and laid me on the steps, crushing my body as he inserted himself into me again and pounded my cunt with inhuman brutality. “FUCK, STUD!!!” My mind was pure electricity. “FUCK, YEAH!! YOU’RE SO FUCKING STRONG!! JESUS, STUD, FUCK ME… FUCK… OOH!!!” The beast literally fucked the words out of my mouth as my body was nailed into the staircase and vast cracks grew all over the steps. Soon, a large crater was formed around our bodies, and the whole structure was undone as pounds of rubble were sent flying all over the room.
His grunts turned into roars as he pounded my body with indiscriminate savagery, so hard and so strong we literally began climbing up the stairs thanks to the kinetic energy of his thrusts. My back cracked the marble and reduced it to dust, leaving a long trail of powdered stone as he just thrust and fucked and impaled me. The entire mansion quaked with his ferocious pounding, and I found myself passing out and waking up once every second as his speed and intensity only increased.
«I was joking!» I said to myself, but it was all too late. «No one can be this strong!! Please!!» I tapped on his back, but the beast was too far gone—his movements were automatic; his savagery, all but instinctive. “IS THAT ALL YOU CAN REALLY DO??!!” I wondered why my cursed mouth said that as the beast roared and columns of dense steam burst from his every pore.
Fuck! I could feel him burning my body when he doubled his intensity and literally created a ten-feet-wide crater behind me with his renewed thrusts. The crater grew and grew and grew, with my body being nailed deeper into the staircase and pieces of the ceiling falling faster around us—the whole mansion being bulldozed by that stallion. “HARDER!!” I screamed, my eyes beaming with anger. “FUCKING HARDER!!”
The male roared in sheer agony, as if my challenge had proven too great even for him. He took the bluff, however, and drilled me like a massive industrial jackhammer. My body quickly sunk into the staircase while masses of earth, marble, and concrete covered us both. «Fuck!»
My back hit something metallic, and I realized I was bending the mansion’s pipes under his thrusts. It didn’t take long for those pipes to burst and flood that hole with water—which quickly evaporated thanks to the monster’s unrelenting thrusts.
Amidst all that madness, I found within me the strength to whisper in his ear: “I can barely feel your dick. It’s like you have a micro-penis. You’re not a stud; you’re not even a little boy; you’re just a pussy, and this little dick of yours is barely my clit when hard!”
That was it. I don’t know exactly what happened after these words, but I know I was pounded with such rage I literally blanked for a few seconds.
When I woke up, the beast had my back pinned against a wall, nailing me standing while looking at me with his face red with rage, the sweat raining from his chin as he pounded me so violently as to make the wall crack in an instant.
It was hard keeping myself attached to reality as my mind was literally fucked out of my brain by that powerful stallion. My back sank into the wall, and the entire hallway began to crumble, not long before he literally pounded me through the wall and emerged with me on the other side.
My back hit another wall with violence, the force of his thrusts basically carrying us all the way through. He! Just! Kept! Pounding! He pounded and pounded and pounded until the entire room was crumbling and the wall was reduced to an ugly mass of cracked, wrecked rubble, succumbing to his power in a few seconds. *Craarsh!!* My body was pushed against a third wall, where he pounded me with even greater violent, repeating the same process over… and over… and over and over and over again!
Every time I blinked, I found myself in a new room. The cracks and the rubble and the dust were all I could see except for his body, and even my tits seemed depleted of milk as the orgasms piled so hard on my body. My muscles froze at long intervals, interrupting the bursts of milk and lubes from my holes.
Eventually, once the beast emerged into a new room, he turned my body around on his cock and nailed me on the ground, doing me in a sort of doggy, with his dick in a diagonal position, drilling my face and my chest on the ground as his motions only became more violent and relentless.
Under my face, I saw the cracks growing and the crater expanding. I was literally nailed on the ground by that dick, sinking and sinking and sinking until I was about four feet deep, with the crater soon covering the entire area of the room. My body pierced through the strong pipes as if they were plastic or paper, and the crater began to expand far beyond the mansion, drawing fissures and cliffs and canyons on the grounds of my estate
His balls had battered my thighs until they were completely numb. I literally felt nothing on my body aside from the utter pleasure, like I was a being of pure orgasm. «Oh, my god!!» His sweat poured into me, his physique strained to its limits. «He’s gonna cum!»
The balls sloshed with the insane amount of hyper-condensed batter they had stored during all that pounding. Now, their time of release had arrived. “CUM!!” I gave him the greenlight. “SHOOT YOUR LOAD IN ME!! I WANT YOUR GALLONS OF JIZZ!! ISN’T THAT WHAT YOU WERE MADE FOR, STUD? ISN’T IT??” I smiled. “JIZZ INSIDE ME!! SHOWER ME WITH YOUR SEED!! PUMP ALL YOUR HORSE LOAD INSIDE ME AND MAKE ME A MOMMA… A THOUSAND TIMES OVER!!”
The beast suddenly stopped… then unloaded it all!
An ocean of jizz hit my womb like a boulder. I came deliriously as the raging beast came a single, unending stream of spunk inside me, such a voluminous load I felt like an ocean was being stored inside me, enough to make my womb and cunt bulge to extreme proportions, my whole body turning into a massive balloon of flesh, muscles, and spunk. “JESUS…!!” I panted. “FUCKING… CHRIST!!” I heard the splashes and the roars of the jizz bursting from my cunt and back into the man’s body; he was giving himself a jizz bath as he battered my womb with that seed, filling me up so much I felt like exploding at any second.
Then he went back to pounding. My body was ravished by the combined thrusts of his cumshots and his actual pounding, a thousand times destroyed by his virile power as the ocean of cum rose around us, drowning my face and threatening to asphyxiate me to death. As my consciousness went back-n-forth reality, I saw my body moving quickly around the space, the stallion breeding me with his gallons of seed as he carried me around to many different spots on the house—all of which ended up quickly flooded by his seed. “AHH!!” In my most delirious moments, I tried to scream. “IS THIS ALL… YOU C-CAN…??!” But my provocations had run their course. I was beaten. His cock had thrashed my body into absolute submission—and that wasn’t even a third of his total power!
Making the walls of the mansion shake with his powerful roars, the beast crushed my body against every pillar and column of stone he could find, then proceeded to fuck the pillar into dust by cramming his orgasming prick inside me, in-and-out again and again and again so brutally, a thousand times more powerful that a fucking locomotive, making me blow up with jizz every single second, whole oceans of steamy semen filling every single corner of the mansion.
Rivers of spunk flowed down the stairs like rivers and waterfalls; oceans of white covered all the floors, flowing under the doors and into the garden below. Windows began to shatter and explode, jizz bursting through them like whole tanks of it had just blown up, with the entire house oozing horse seed as the stallion took me in every room imaginable, crushing the walls with my body as he came and pounded, pounded and came. Soon, the mansion began to rumble, with whole sections of it crumbling until it all came to an end. That horny stallion wasn’t even half done when more of the vast palace came down and exposed our naked bodies to the nature around us, and that abrupt reveal only appeared to get his harder and hornier.
“Enough foreplay!!” He shouted while plowing me like herd of uber-muscular stallions. “Time to actually FUCK!!!”
God! My pussy never knew such power as he crammed 30-inch thrusts countless times per second in me, pressing my body against the large remains of the mansion and shattering them to dust. No boulder or piece of concrete, as large as it was, resisted longer than a few seconds under his machinal thrusts, and once again I saw myself moving from piece to piece, being crushed from area to area on the wreckage and the garden, seeing and feeling everything dissolve and crumble under my back.
Soon, I was being pounded by that monster against a high hill. I could see the other mansions of my estate from afar, all of them about to be destroyed by that raging beast. Of course, there was the possibility that he would get tired before all that, but… d’oh, who am I kidding? He would never get tired! «How long have we been fucking?!» My shattered mind pierced together the question at some point, seeing the skies tainted with orange and dark blues and purples.
The entire mass of earth around me began to cave. I felt the sprays of his seed on my anus, his monstrous loads building rivers down the hill, soon forming a lake on the large crater he had left behind on my wracked mansion.
I blinked, and then it was night. The beast was still cumming, and I knew he hadn’t stopped shooting his load ever since he first unleashed it. We were in the dense forest surrounding my estate, fucking madly with him pressing my body against the trees and shattering their trunks with ease. A bird’s eye view would show vast swats of that forest being undone by the powerful monster, who was himself taller than many of the trees he destroyed. My body was crushed against rocks, which it drilled to pebbled with relentless power. As the cracks grew and the boulders were undone, I saw a vast, rocky wall nearby, and quickly realized that would be the next spot for your animalistic fucking.
“How about I drill a fucking mountain with your body?!” He said, pounding our way into the massive wall. “That’d be fun!”
I knew how to control my monster; he answered very positively to hatred and anger. “H-h-harder.” Was the only word I could muster. “HARDER!!!” And the panting beast, for once shocked with my amazing stamina, decreased the speed of his pumps just so slightly. He had never found a woman who lasted over thirty minutes with him, let alone one who stood the combined force of his pounding-and-coming for over (what would then probably be) five consecutive hours!
Enraged, he flexed his muscles and renewed his speed, pounding me so hard the last boulder on the forest was shattered into a million pieces, and then I saw myself rushing past the forest straight into that wall of pure, hard rock. In our way stood many thick trees, however, but they were all instantaneously by the raging male. «Jesus Christ, what a stud!»
My back met the rock, and boom of the impact was heard on the edges of the galaxy. Cracks sprawled to the very top of that wall, hundreds of feet above us, as the stud power-slammed my body into it. My breasts showered his pecs as he pounded and consumed my pussy like no man ever could. I looked into his eyes, crying with ecstasy, and I shouted amidst my stammers and the thuds of his pounding: “I LOVE YOU!!” The beast didn’t answer; not with words, at least, but with thrusts, and our bodies quickly disappeared into the wall, his thrusts so goddamn strong the entire earth was shaking.
Flash forward. It was the dead of the night, and I found myself face down against the soil, the beast still relentlessly crushing my womb with his mighty cock, oceans of cum bursting from my over-stretched, over-filled cunt as he roared and whined like a horse, his balls slapping on my thighs so fucking hard they had literally cracked my femurs and rebuilt them into sturdier bones.
I cried, moaned, and came, and the beast’s pumps became slower for a brief moment once again. Though he didn’t say anything, I could tell that he was shocked that I was still awake! The brutality of his subsequent pounding made it even clearer that he didn’t like me being so goddamned strong, and he really pounded me like he wanted to kill me, too murder me, to tear me up in half, consequences be damned. “ROOOAR!!!” His roars were now brief and wavering, as if betraying the growing exhaustion within his gargantuan musculature. “ROOO… ROOOAAR!!!” Yet still, he pounded me, and my body sunk into unconsciousness again while gallons and more gallons of seed kept loudly exploding through my cunt.
I woke up again in a beautiful morning, with a strange mist covering most of the estate, my body still being slammed against a surface—this time, a wall—and pounded until yet more walls were shattered. Piercing the evidence together, I figured we were on another of my many mansions, fucking through rooms like all the walls were made of paper or Styrofoam.
The mist followed us, soon turning the mansion hazy and grey as the beast power-slammed me against another wall, turning it to rubble with his thrusts. Looking around us while being destroyed on my then-desensitized cunt, I realized the mist was actually the steam from all his spunk, with didn’t cool off even after the many cold hours on the dead of the night.
I demanded that stud to breed me and, well, he over-delivered it: every single egg I had had been fucked countless times by his virile, sturdy sperm. I could feel his jizz wrapping itself around my ovaries and literally crushing them to force more eggs out of them. His cum was literally whipping my ovaries into submission, turning them into factories of babies as more and more eggs were prodigiously fecundated, all that happening for dozens of uninterrupted hours, a relentless performance no male on Earth could even hope to match.
My body passed through yet another wall, and my mind passed out again. For the next few hours, all I saw were flickers of action happening around me: the beast pounding me against another wall, another mansion. *blink* The monster fucking me against a metal bed; a unique furniture made specially to withstand his blows, then bending and curving all the same under his unrelenting power. Cracks grew on the wall and floor supporting that structure, and the monster literally pounded me hard enough to crush the metal into a new crater on the floor, proceeding like this until the bed was completely wrecked and we needed to change places again. *blink* I was being fucked in a standing position with my back against a wall of solid metal. I didn’t know what that thing was, actually; I just knew it was vast and solid and made of some sort of ultra-hard metal, maybe actual titanium on its purest, densest form. Whatever it was, it was bent under the shape of my body by hi mighty thrusts just the same. Woods, rock, metal, the very core of the Earth itself, it didn’t matter! Whatever the material was, it would be wrecked and destroyed by his thrusting power with ease.
*Blink.* It was night again, and we were fucking once more in the open as I felt my body crushed against the smooth soil, the titan clearly exerting himself to drive me unconscious once and for all. I stuck my tongue out and laughed. The orgasms were so hard and so many it was useless even trying to describe them. I just let that monster angrily pound me and make my body sink on the earth, with the hills being reshaped by his relentless action.
His face was furious, but also confused and increasingly desperate. For the first time in maybe all his life, the mighty, genetically-superior stud realized that all his power—all his earth-shattering, mountain-piercing power!—was still not enough to fully knock me out.
His fears and insecurities were only exacerbated by my arrogant expression all throughout. I raised my quivering hand to his giant cheek and caressed it, giving him a seductive smile. “Is this” the words came easily through my mouth, “all you can do?” I gave his cheeks a little peck. “Mm. Pity. Judging by your size, I thought you were capable of sooo muuuch moore!” I licked my fat, slutty lips, ignoring the fact that, in my cunt, I was now casually withstanding the full throttle of a few hundred rockets—if not more! “Ooh, stud. You screw like a virgin!”
The beast roared in absolute pain, then pounded me so much harder I really felt my womb, just like my soul, pushed all the way up to my throat, all but escaping my body through my fucking mouth! “Ooh!!” I came, and then I literally saw myself sinking into the ground, the surface above us getting farther and farther away, darkness eventually surrounding us and eating us whole.
* 34 days of continuous, uninterrupted fucking later *
The beast roared, and one final cloud of steam exploded furiously from his nostrils. Every single pore of his body released steam as he crossed the limits of his powers and tapped out, his massive, but now sore cock unleashing the final load of cum in my pussy.
My eyes were closed, but I was faintly aware of what had happened. The beast almost had me for the past four days or so, having fucked me so bloody hard I spend those fateful days mostly unconscious, really giving my best to fight back and remain awake.
In the end, though, I was still conscious, though the beast was barely aware of that as he stood up and withdrew his cock from me, his trembling legs finally collapsing under the tons of his muscular body. *Boom!!* A loud splash followed the waves of the ocean of spunk on which he collapsed. We were both burning inside his pool of male nectar, and I bet even his first shots were still blazing-hot after all that time.
I have just been bred by a stud who fucked like all the stallions and bulls on Earth and who came like hundreds of thousands of hyper-virile hunchback whales. No wonder every single mansion and tree and hill of that estate had been utterly, thoroughly, completely destroyed. That beast wasn’t just amazing; he was god-like!
“Mrrmmrmm!!!” His huge chest made deep, rumbling growls as I fought to catch my breath and say something. Moving was completely out of question; I would be tetraplegic for months after that masterful pounding. Still, I had enough strength in my breath to utter a few, carefully-selected words, and I made sure the monster heard me before he finally went unconscious: “not… bad.” I cleaned my throat. “Not bad, stud. However, I expected a bit more.” I heard agonizing growls coming from his breast. “You were a nice lay, but I hope the next candidate is a much better fit for my tireless…” With my longue tongue, I gave him one slow, loud lick, “raging pussy!”
The beast huffed and puffed like a dog badly hurt. I felt his muscles flexing and his cock hardening as he gathered whatever strength was left in him. His muscles hardened and his limbs moved. One could hear my gulping from afar as I saw that beast struggling to get up and feared, oh, how I feared that he would finally breed me to oblivion and tear me in half with the ultimate rage of his gargantuan cock.
Thankfully (or alas), those fears were all for naught as his growls subsided and his body laid stiff and still on the ocean of spunk, finally surrendered to exhaustion. That beast was asleep. I was bred. Though he had pounded me for over a month straight, and bred me like no mare could be fertilized by any male ever, submitting every single egg of mine to the rule of his unyielding sperm, I was the last person standing—the superior lover, the stronger organism!—and, in this sense, I could claim my victory.
I was too distracted by that delicious, elephant-sized dick to actually pay heed to them, though. The beast was almost entirely soft, yet still it broke through the 25-inch barrier easily. Squeezing and pumping that prick with my full arms, I flexed my biceps and my torso to lift it up, inspecting every inch of that gorgeous breeder like my whole life’s job had been just that: evaluating and ranking the male genitalia, and tasting all the best testicular juice nature had to offer.
The size, girth, and power of that penis shocked me all the time. It’d been four months since I’d begun screwing that impossible male, yet the existence of such gorgeous genital always drilled a few more squirts out of my cunt. Like a queen, I was laying on my man’s torso with my back on his fantastic abs, my head resting on his gigantic chest, my legs wrapped around the base of his unbelievable shaft, mounting it like a unicorn, pushing the prick up and feeling it ooze fresh semen on my face. I opened up my mouth and drank that nectar loudly.
My pussy unloaded a few more pints of squirt when the voices in the black box repeated the question: “earthling, tell us: what happened here?” My squirting was getting much stronger than I could control, so much so that much of it sprinkled loudly on the box’s rectangular surface.
Gargling and gorging on that virile nectar, I made my neck throb to twice its size while gulping its humongous volume, making my bulging belly bloat even harder with the pounds of fresh semen I kept adding to my stomach. It’s been a few weeks since my man and I finally stopped fucking, yet his jizz still kept flowing out of my cunt, my ass, my nostrils, even my ears; every inch of my body colonized and violated by his burning, virile seed.
I couldn’t care less for my “masters” at that moment, to be very honest. “Oh, mm!” I spit a huge load of semen into the air, with pints of it coming through my nose. “Isn’t he a wonderful horse?” Hugging that prick with both of my arms, I flexed my muscles and crushed the penis against my own abs and tits, pulling my biceps to make a huge load of jizz flow into the urethra. The balls of my monster stud rumbled with virile power. I had my feet firmly placed in them, and through my soles I could feel the truckloads of spunk slowly refilling their tanks.
My man could cum like a breeding machine, and nothing made me feel hotter than that! Placing the tip of his jaw-breaking crown on my mouth, I received the gigantic load at full force—a fist-sized, python-like thread of sperm so heavy and powerful it immediately exploded out of my nostrils, making my very eyes bulge and, soon enough, cry tears of sperm. My throat immediately doubled its width to allow for the passage of that endless corridor of virile spunk, burning in its contact, yet begging for more.
*Gloorsh!! Glooorsh!! Glooorsh!!* You could hear the powerful, heavy semen being unloaded in my stomach, making it bloat and my belly bulge while the previous loads already there were pushed down into my guts, and then further down until my anus, from which they burst into his throbbing cock. Once fucked by that human horse at full force, my body could easily become as big as a truck to accommodate the full hard length of his breeder, and even more so to hold all the hundreds of gallons of jizz that he could come in every second. However, at that resting state, after we’d done things that would make Satan’s dick blush and shrivel in fear, I preferred to now deform myself so hideously, and instead to let the cum bloat me up like I had, uh, a baby rhino in my belly, and then flush out the rest through my guts, creating a constant, endless stream that burst out and free through my anus.
I had to control myself so as not to bite and eat that monster cock up. The semen kept flowing inside me, a powerful river of masculine breeding juice keeping my fecundated womb always warm, even scorching, as well as massaging my crowded placenta with loving care, tucking all my babies to sleep.
Every time I was satisfied with the newest load of cum, I lifted the penis up and turned it slightly to the side, letting it ooze spunk on my man’s breast or on the ocean around us. Even without my vigorous foot-massage of his massive testicles, those cum bombs just kept churning out wad after heavy wad of virile junk, the flow of it so perceptible on the monster cock. Despite its immense girth, the cock bulged and boomed with the flow of cum, sometimes shooting fatter loads at considerable distances—enough sperm to rival the full, collective orgasms of ten stallions, yet barely registering as “proper orgasm” for my man. To him, those huge, loud, heavy bursts of cum were akin to nocturnal emissions; that was the cum he unconsciously and carelessly ejaculated when he wasn’t paying attention, not nearly the volcanic power of his orgasm when he was “warming up,” let alone that planet-destroying gushes that his monster balls could muster when he was really aroused.
Sliding my fingers along the titanic veins and arteries that covered that cock, I talked about it like a faithful praising her god: “isn’t this the most massive, gorgeous cock ever known to nature?” My fingers squeezed his balls harder, sinking their skin on the pools of spunk that swirled inside them. “By the gods, he’s soooo virile! Not even in my filthiest dreams could I conceive a man even a thousandth as virile and powerful and cum-full as this wonderful stud. The amount of jizz he can pump in a single second is enough to fill a freaking bathtub. Look!” The penis throbbed and exploded with a particularly savage load of cum: countless gallons flying in an arc and exploding heavily on the ocean dozens of feet away from us. Whenever the prick was not shooting those monstrous loads, however, was when it became even more arousing, drenching my pussy with the countless wads of oil that it squirted in ecstasy: the sound of the jizz coursing inside it was, like, hot marmalade bubbling on a tank. If there was a sound that perfectly encapsulated raw, beastly masculine power, that was it. “Fuck!” I bathed myself on my squirts, feeling my muscles seizing up with the tremendous pleasure. “He’s such a man! Such a stud! I want to worship every inch of this perfect, virile specimen.” I stuck my tongue out. Strange noises came from the floating black box as inch after inch of my tongue revealed itself from my mouth; maybe the aliens hadn’t accounted for my powers of growth, for they reacted with utter surprise, even shock upon seeing the full thirty inches of my python tongue. I wrapped that tongue around the monster penis, coaxing more virile oil out of it along with my hands. Despite having my tongue fully out, my speech remained perfect: “how dare you say that this is the weakest man in your harem? How dare you!” My pumping became more violent, inadvertently coaxing gallons of burning jizz straight on my man’s anesthetized face. “He’s my stud! I feel offended that you call such virile male specimen ‘weak’ in any capacity. Oh, my fucking god!” My feet were making loud, crumbling noises while masturbating his two gigantic testicles. “Do you fucking see the amount of semen this horse is cumming? My god, I can barely see his balls, but I already feel them inflating with… so!… much!… spunk!!” I came. My squirting became deafening for a while. My pussy literally made rain girl cum all around us. My fluids were thick enough so that they hurt upon impact with my skin. My man’s jizz was insanely thick, like semi-hardened cement, but my own pussy juice wasn’t too far off. “Maybe you are jealous.” I cast a nasty look at that floating box. “Maybe your species consists of a bunch of pin-dicked dwarves. Are you jealous of my stallion?” I massaged his balls and pumped his dick even harder, feeling my feet sinking along the sack’s skin on the tanks of semen. Jizz was bursting loudly from the prick. Oh, god! It exploded in loud messes, not ejaculating, but just oozing and bursting above my body, unloading buckets at every blink of the eye. My voice was muffled by every massive wad of jizz that hit my body. Soon, both me and my awesome stud were oozing spunk. “You’re so jealous of this huge cum fountain. Look!” I pointed the dick up and pumped it with my forearms and my elbows. Indecent lassoes of jizz exploded into the air, rising a few feet above us, then massacring our muscles with their weight. “Literally a cum fountain.” Crushing my bloated pussy against the base of that shaft, I turned the soft cock to my mouth and… ate it! My jaw cracked as my lips stretched to over nine inches wide—the width of my lover’s soft cock. Again, strange, uneasy sounds came from the black box, with the aliens so surprised by my sexual abilities.
The truckload of semen invaded my body so hard that, in a fraction of a second, I felt it immediately sloshing inside my stomach, with the stream on my throat and the bloating of my cheeks felt only a second later. The semen snorted out of my nostrils and fell from my eyes. I actually loved filling my skull with so much spunk that even my tear ducts were drenched in semen. Soon, I was openly and unashamedly crying cum! Huge tears of sperm flowed in fat, steamy streams from my eyes; more obscene loads of semen burst from my nostrils, and my cheeks were as huge as a squirrel’s after eating too many accords.
The black box came closer, trying to get a better view of my carnal debauchery. “You have no idea of our species, human.” Strange chats followed in a language I could not understand, like the people behind the microphone were admonishing each other, not talking to me. “We weren’t lying. We never said he was weak.” They quickly changed their tone. “He is, however, the weakest.”
Our bodies sank under the ever-cracking, ever-collapsing ground until the level of the juices was literally at her bosom. “You powerful cunt!” Juices exploded everywhere every time she spoke. “I can’t believe I will need a titanium ground to properly drink you this way.” My head raised itself just as high as her ways, staring the ceiling, and I howled like a wolf—though every sound I produced by that point was the result of many mechanical, involuntary contractions inside myself. The many, many sounds that exploded from my throat were unstable, erratic, often times demonic. If anyone tried to record them, their equipment would be fried with just the impressive range and power of my sonic booms. Literally nothing on Earth—maybe on the entire universe—could ever record those ghastly screams, and I leave up to your imagination to try and figure out what kind of animalistic, primordial, deepest-bowels-of-the-Earth kinds of sounds I was producing.
All that madness, all that extreme explosion of power, pleasure, agony, and muscle growth, all that diabolic insanity was caused by the goddess’s command to my cervix: that it shut itself the hardest it physically good. Oh, reader, how great was the fact that I no longer felt anything, for the ensuing actions in my body, if they could be felt in even one millionth of a millionth of their fullest intensity, would have shattered my mind for all eternity and driven me insane with pain.
Upon my futa’s command, the cervix just sort of… I don’t know, collapsed into itself? Think about an anus tightening itself up… but never stopping! Your ass just closes and closes and keeps closing itself so fucking hard that, comically enough, your butt cheeks just start receding into the anus itself, then into your guts, and once you know it you’re like an inverted metaphor of that frog parable—you know, that frog that opened his mouth so wide it ended up eating itself? Think like that, but with your anus, and you’ll get an idea of what my cervix was doing to itself.
I mean… holy fuck! I knew that the contractions of my muscles had the power to bend steel and all that, but that squeezing was… fuuuuuck! If you put a ten-inch-wide rod made of pure titanium in the entrance of my womb when it started flexing, the bar wouldn’t just be bent, it wouldn’t just be squashed, it wouldn’t just be cut in half, no, no, no, no! It would have been literally erased from existence, its every atoms broken apart and further torn at their quark levels. The pressure could literally perform quantum annihilation… and that was sort of what happened back then in the tunnel, when everything started exploding and collapsing. There was literally no structure on Earth capable of withstanding the power of that squeeze, and sonic shockwaves kept bursting from my body in an aura of pure, unbridled energy as the goddess pried the hardness of my cervix with the tip of her tongue and fingers.
Even she was a little afraid of that beast she had unleashed. “Damn!!” Her tongue was burned under the impervious hardness of my seal. My womb had become a magnetar: such a condensed block of solid muscles that, if its density increased by just one ounce more, it would collapse into a black hole.
The goddess laughed as the level of juices around us reached her freaking chin. «Ada girl! Your powers amaze me!» Her tongue tried to pierce the inviolable seal of my cervix, but it was detained without even making a dent on it. I could feel the goddess widening her eyes and gulping in utter amazement, not having expected such degree of power from such an inferior lover. «Fine. I take your challenge.» She lifted her right leg up, making her muscles roar as they flexed and her immense thigh pretty much doubled in girth.
Then… she stomped the ground! Another cataclysmic event ravaged the place, with every single wall, ceiling, floor, everything, absolutely everything around us collapsing and sinking on the lubes.
We were now fucking in the open air, with the entirety of that room and its adjacent areas not only destroyed, but pretty much erased from the universe. In other places she’d destroyed, you could see some pieces of their old walls here and there, but in that moment there was nothing—nothing, I say! Just us, standing in the cracked ground, and the ocean of filth scattering throughout the hills, its level lowering on the goddess’s body and giving her a lot of space to tongue-fuck me freely. I felt mighty veins sprawling from the bottom to the tip of her tongue, turning it into a limb just as muscular as her arm or her unflexed legs. «Let’s begin.»
With her tongue and fingers, the torture achieved a whole new level of depravity: once she was stimulating me, massaging my walls and drilling oceans of nectar out of my pores, but now… damn! She was just ramming herself into my cervix, over-stimulating it with her fingers like some very brutal kind of tickling while her tongue, positioned in the very entrance of it, tried to pry the cervix open like a predator on the hard shell of its prey.
The goddess failed miserably. «Jesus!» She began to pant and to quiver as her tongue bent itself under the incredible strength of my uterine walls. As hard as she tried to pierce it, covering her tongue with a myriad of hyper-thick veins, she couldn’t break through—and the goddess saw that as just one ungodly tantalizing challenge. «That’s… what I’m talking… about!» She beamed with happiness as she took much deeper breaths and turned her tongue into a muscular beast almost as thick and ripped as her fully flexed arm, and then she… rammed it up again!
My body was split in half. Well, that’s how it felt, at least: a sword cutting me from crotch to head, like some ancient medieval torture. Whatever strength I felt I had was completely shattered by the goddess’s increase of strength in her tongue—think of it as the second phase in her member, if you will. This time, my cervix cracked like an egg, or at least the tip of it. *Bluuuursh…!!!* A rocket jet of lubes as strong as a solar eruption exploded into her face and made it rain creamy nectar all around us; it was like she had struck orgasmic oil from a piece of land, and now this beast was squishing from the endless pressure within.
Two inches of her tongue were lodged within my cervix, and more inches were coming relentlessly. Granted, the pace of her advance was much slower than the initial thrust, but it was still an unrelenting, unstoppable advance, with her tongue making its way into my womb while her fingers performed an almost supernaturally masterful masturbation of the rest of my cervix: they sank into the walls and vibrated, pushed and pulled it in the very rightest spots, with the joints of the fingers sometimes stimulating the walls of my vagina, never leaving a few hundreds of them at any time untouched or under-stimulated.
I cried and yelped and screamed until my lungs were exhausted and my heart was beating at over ten thousand beats per minute. I was deader beyond death, crippled by the extreme experiences of that coitus, and the goddess… god!! What the fuck had I got myself into?! That wasn’t anything special for her! That was barely a make-out session! She was just… exploring me! Like a curious kid on a new playground: she wasn’t actually fighting or spending any energy or effort in that endeavor; she was just having fun, that’s what she was doing.
“I-I-I-Imagine…” The fragments of my mind pierced together the only coherent thoughts in that whole ordeal: “w-w-what h-happens… wh-when she a-actually… fucks??” Imagine what happens when she actually fucks!! None of that—be with me or Veronica—had been her “proper fucking,” per her own words.
As I screamed and showered her with lubes, and as the whole environment collapsed under the discharges of energy from both our bodies, I came to the terrifying understanding of what all her power actually meant: it was one thing to say you can split a mountain in half with your fucking, yet another completely different thing to experience it. In all that time, with all those experiences, all that we’ve done was just that: to hear her words and imagine her actions, and now I was getting to truly experience just the tip of her true power—and that experience was the most terrifying shit in my whole goddamned life.
Didn’t make it any less sexy, though. Once the goddess announced her victory, damn, I pretty much came in all the layers of reality and multiverse my soul had been fucked into at that point: “your womb is mine,” she announced and, without a hitch, pierced my cervix open, making a *crack!* so loud it literally rippled for thousands of miles away, being heard in our nearby city and even cracking some of its windows. Shit was fucking crazy.
“OOOH……!!!” Whatever voice I had, conscious or not, shit, it completely went away. Her tongue pierced through my cervix and filled my womb, bloating my belly to its most turgid form again. She was bathing in my hyperconcentrated fluids, as thick as molten metal, and she was loving every second of it.
«Cum, baby girl!» She affixed her lips on my swollen labia again, to the point that not a fucking drop of my tremendous ejaculations escaped her mouth, and her belly swelled almost as tremendously as mine as she drank!… and drank!… and drank!… and drank and drank and drank, with powerful, earthquake strong gulps, all the frothy offering I had to discharge.
Our bodies collapsed, or that’s how it looked like at first: the goddess actually threw my back against the ground and… *BOOM!!!* Fucking shit, I ain’t seeing that shit even in superhero movies: ‘twas just a big-ass explosion, with a mushroom cloud rising into the sky, and us fucking wildly at the bottom of the resulting crater—or rather, the goddess just fingering me and tongue-fucking my womb on her knees, seeing my body thrash on the ground under the power of whole nuclear-arsenal’s worth of electric discharge.
She fucked me… and then she fucked me… and then she fucked me some more… until every piece of my soul had been disassembled and then reassembled in a whatever shape she found most pleasing. After that “humble” pussy-eating of hers, I would never be the same; the goddess had literally reconfigured my whole being with the power of her orgasms.
My writing abilities are just… fuck. They’re done. Abso-fucking-lutely exhausted at this point. There is literally no way I can crescendo this madness anymore. Maybe more talented writers (or less horny women) could, but I am just… I mean… fuck!… *frick, frick, frick!* What else am I supposed to say?! I can say that the goddess, blatantly flaunting her endless flexibility, pierced my Fallopian tubes with her tongue and literally… like, shit, literally!!… embraced each of my oversized ovaries with that monstrous limb! I could talk about how she literally squeezed hundreds of fertile eggs out of those ovaries by tightening the embrace of her tongue in them, just like an anaconda would its prey, and then… squishing them! And squishing them some more! And squishing and squishing like a toy on a dog’s mouth, making wave after wave of fresh eggs be shot out and inseminated by her ever-virile sperm inside me.
“Cum for me, baby girl. Be fecundated by your mighty futa stallion!” She raised her body, taking her tongue from me, and continued to finger me with one hand while stabilizing my body with the other. My pain and agony had been so destructive they kept increasing the depth and width of that crater with my violent, orgasmic motions. The muscles of goddess rumbled and throbbed as she tried to contain my body, admiring my over-muscular female shape with desire and a little bit of respect. “Heather…!” The way she licked her lips when gazing upon my quivering body… damn! That was the embodiment of sex appeal! “Our lovemaking will be legendary!”
She decided to let my body thrash wildly and freely, and led her right hand to her own pussy. With her monster dock pressed against her mighty abs, fully risen in all its forty-inches of masculine glory, and her balls throbbing like engines, she had a little difficulty reaching her massive and hard pussy underneath all the genitalia, but when she did… oh! The crater overflowed with the combined juices of us both Alphas, and that scene of absolute sexual carnage went on until my body, my muscles, and bones literally started to crack and my body threatened to tear itself apart—this time for real!
It took a whole hour, though, until that happened. After this long, fateful torture, the goddess-warrior stood over her conquered foe, witnessing the results of her carnage, panting and dripping gallons of sexual juices while looking towards the horizon and contemplating what she would do next. “Oh, well.” She took one deep breath and looked back at my quivery, defeated self. “I think it’s time to fuck for realsies now.”
At that moment, I knew I was fecundated. More than just bred, I was inseminated like a fucking stallion had just shot its load with its penis fully inserted into my body; gallons and gallons of hot, juicy seed breeding every inch of my insides, yet such animalistic virility could barely begin to compare to what that seed—that very human seed—was actually doing with me.
For starters, her sperm cells were clearly cut from a different cloth than the usual human sperm cells. A male sperm, you know, is a stupid little thing—just like men themselves, to be very blunt: it’s got a big, hard head, a long, skinny tail, and all it knows to do is chase the eggs, which it penetrates and inseminates. That’s it. There’s literally nothing more to the human sperm: just a stupid, single-purpose cell that either fecundates an egg or drifts mindlessly in the womb until it dies and fizzles out. Even the mightiest of studs doesn’t go any more complex than that. If anything, the sperm unifies all men, regardless of their sexual status: the world’s biggest cunt-stretching, womb-breeding conqueror is at the same level as the stupidest, most shameful of incels; they both got stupid little sperms, and they both inseminate a woman with more or less the same breeding power. Muscles, status, or fame do nothing to change that raw, cold biological fact. Men have the simplest eggs of all—and that’s where they differ brutally from that divine African stud.
“God!!!” My mouth hanged open as my womb audibly boomed with the explosions of energy inside. My crotch moved as if I had a nest of snakes within. If not for my raging orgasms, culminating at times in excruciating, incontinent squirts, it would have seemed like a very gruesome thing, but nothing else could be expected from a sperm that was not only genetically, but also biologically superior. «By the gods!! What is the power of this woman?!»
Her sperms looked like on steroids—and yes, I could vividly picture every single one of them in my mind. It was utter, absolute madness! On the surface, the basic shape of the sperm was the same: big head, long tail, you know the drill. The scale, however, was absolutely massive! The smallest of her quintillions of sperm cells was still three times largest the biggest “usual” sperm cell around, and the average was easily five times bigger. Her more massive sperm cells, when compared to a regular one, would look like fucking tanks next to a bicycle. There were sperms literally thirty times as big, and so powerful I could literally feel the waving of their tails inside me.
And what waving it was! I had no doubt that, if that semen could be hooked to a machine of sorts, it would literally power an entire village. Her sperm moved with such intensity and power you could literally see their action through my skin, as shown by the wobbly, squirming bulge on my belly.
“Steady, my mare.” The goddess even clicked her tongue, like I was some sort of animal under her command. “You’re losing balance.” She pointed to the floor with her free hand, her dick held tightly by the other while unloading whole swimming pools of semen. “There’s already a whole foot of my seed on this entire floor. If you fall on it, your body will be eaten by my sperm, and I don’t want to rescue you from those bastards before I fuck your dearest friend.”
Her words awakened me to the fact that, yeah, a whole pool of her semen was covering the entire room. “Holy fucking…!!!” My jaw hanged low and my throat throbbed with power. I was getting another massive set of multiple orgasms—each the biggest, most intense and electrifying I had ever felt. «FUUUUUCK!!!» My belly bulged and rumbled, with my womb being twisted by the ever-frenzied semen. At the end of the powerful electrical avalanche, I was raining sweat on the steamy semen, panting like I had just completed another Iron Man trial. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… Jesus!!” Sometimes my eyes burned with all the sweat covering them. It was just the beginning of all the challenges, however, my body would have to overcome near that goddess.
Her sperm cells weren’t just huge and powerful, mind you. They were also a lot more… uh, how do I put it? Muscular? Literally, they were like little toads with overdeveloped muscles: their heads were like small, flexed biceps, and their tails were really like the most shredded arm you’d ever seen on a person. They were more like little, super fit sharks dotted with their own little brains, moving with thought and purpose inside me, not just chasing mindlessly a single goal due to their instincts. It might sound contradictory with what was happening to me—with my womb being literally battered by that fist-sized pellet of cum—but it really made sense when you thought about it.
Each sperm cell was a thousand times more powerful than a regular human one. Not only that, but the density of her cum was also unparalleled: a single milliliter of human cum might contain a few hundreds of billions of sperm cells, maybe more for the biggest studs, but hers easily surpassed the hundreds of quintillions of hyper-muscular spermatozoids. That’s why her semen looked, tasted, and felt not only thicker than fresh cement or molten metal (and definitely felt just as hot), but also why it literally looked alive, with the mountains and waves constantly moving about the place, congregating around our bodies like flesh-consuming B-movie monsters. Piles of it were actually surrounding my poor Veronica, who was already covered from head to toes in the semen bath from that monster cock.
“H-Heather…!!!” As she reached out to me from under the pile of sperm, her arm breaking through the white mass while dripping with pints of the hot stuff, she suddenly stood quiet, then shook like she was about to explode. Then, a massive scream burst through her mouth, so strong it literally made a hole on the mounds of sperm covering her face.
The giantess smiled while squeezing her prick harder, giving her hyperactive balls literal punches to try and tame then. “You’re being fecundated.” The way she licked her lips… god, how horny her cockiness made me! I could cum just by looking at that gorgeous, arrogant face, the face of a woman who could outbreed all the bulls and stallions on Earth and shape the genetic makeup of the entire Universe with her smoldering seed. “Right now, my seed is penetrating you. Do you feel it, my golden-haired mare, the column of spunk sliding up your powerful twat?”
She screamed. Her eyes nearly popped out. Hell yeah, she felt it, but the goddess wasn’t content on just seeing her writhe on her knees with all that virile fecundation. “Grr!!” Her muscles roared again, and a more massive inflow of spunk exploded from her prick. She seemed quite frustrated with her own penis. “Fuck.” Other guttural sounds burst from her breast along with this curse. “Quiet now, you unyielding monster!” She literally punched her own dick into submission, but the beast was mad with cum, spurting wave after wave of horse seed. “Damn it. Guess it can’t be helped.” Turning away the dick with her left hand, the goddess grabbed Veronica by the hair with her right hand and pulled her up. “Heather.” All the while, she turned to me, her immense thighs growing thicker and harder. “Are you paying attention?”
The tears were almost squirting out of my eyes, and my body was harder than stone with all the cramps that attacked my muscles; my belly was bulging and my womb was drawn in excruciating detail on my skin, being devoured alive by her powerful glob of semen, but despite all of this, yes, hell yeah, I was paying attention. “Mm-mm!!” Quite pathetically, squirming like a mad bitch, I nodded to my goddess, who then turned Veronica’s body to me.
“Good. Watch her. What’s happening to her is the same thing that’s happening to you, albeit on a much bigger scale, given that she took much more of my seed.” Veronica’s monstrous tits were lactating without a pause, so much so that many threads splashed on my body. «Fuck!» I thought. Her milk was insanely thick and gooey! “Look at what happens to a woman,” she licked her lips, “when my seed claims her womb.”
Following Veronica’s legs all the way down to the pool of spunk, I saw at least three giant trails of semen: two flowing along her inner thighs, and one bigger, thicker trail between her legs, almost like a third leg made entirely of spunk. The three streams penetrated her pussy and enlarged it until I was sure one could plop an American football inside the poor bitch. The semen was flowing upwards in her vagina, and I could see the movement clearly through the monstrous bulge of her belly.
“GOD!!!” She raised her eyes to the ceiling, barely noticing the pain of being suspended in the air only by the hair. Her pose, indeed, was quite hilarious, coming to think of it: her arms and legs all spread out like a starfish, her gorgeous muscles insanely ripped as they suffered from a fate even more intense than my own.
I gulped and quivered upon seeing that scene. My friend’s belly grew larger by the second. “God… by the gods!!” The semen around her moved in a frantic chase; the sperm smelled pussy, and, like a monster, it piled up around her legs, climbing her thighs like a slug, just so it could penetrate yet more inches of her over-stuffed vagina.
Jets of squirt exploded madly from her hole, and yet more powerful jets of milk were expunged from her tits, but, oh, that wasn’t nearly all she had to give. Her agony, if anything, was only beginning. “BY THE GODS, THAT’S SOOOO MUUUUCH POWEEEEER!!!” She screamed to the heavens, and I could see shockwaves bursting from her throat. Her cunt gushed inhuman amounts of pussy juice, creating a gooey crater on the semen pool beneath her, and her tits inflated monstrously with the absurd amount of milk they could barely expel every single second. The bulge of her belly, however, was the most noticeable part in all her agony. «Jesus!» I bit my lips as I saw the incredible mass of sperm make its wat towards her cervix. Huge columns of spunk now covered her legs entirely. She was being covered by the jizz from the waist down like a larva in a cocoon—and this provoked arrogant chuckles from our breeding goddess.
Still, it was impossible not to enjoy that sight: once inside her body, the semen lost all sense of hurry, preferring instead to make her cum than to fecundate her outright. The gooey mass piled up inside her vagina like a growing, sturdy load, making her belly bulge insanely until it was greater than a nine-month pregnancy of quadruplets.
The goddess took immense enjoyment from this sight. “How do you like your new look, huh, you tasty-ass, gorgeous whore!” She released her cock, and the monster slapped sideways on my friend’s waist. With her left hand, the goddess also slapped her other side, making humongous amounts of virile sperm jizz out through her cunt. Upon impact on the floor, the jizz released even bigger, denser clouds of steam, following with a dreadful roar that really, really made it sound like the cells were angry for being denied entry to Veronica’s femininity. “Shut up, spunk!” The goddess literally spoke to the mass of white! “Do not forget who you truly serve!”
As she released her cock, the monstrous, virile beast unleashed yet more uncountable gallons of seed all around us, portions of it splashing on my body, and yet more globs sliding over my body towards my pussy. I grabbed these moving, throbbing pellets of seed with my hands, lifting them up to my face while gawking at their immense weight. “Fuck! Your jizz… it’s so heavy!”
The goddess grunted. “Ain’t nearly as heavy as it’s gonna get. You’re quite something, you know, you two mares.” She seemed to reflect deeply and sincerely about something, trying to tame her dick again with her left hand. “I never once lost control like this. This is literally the first time I have an incontinent ejaculation. I wish I could split you both with my arms, you see, for what you’ve done!” A murderous glare graced her eyes. “Never, in my whole life, have I ever imagined anyone would make me lose control. Your goddess is bleeding, you see—she’s bleeding gallons of cum!” She pointed to her raging, orgasming cock. “This is the only time you’ll ever see me so weak.”
Power! Inside those hard, live-giving stones was the elixir of Power itself! One thing was to fell oneself powerful, like I and Veronica many times did; the other thing, however, was to literally, physically have Power stored inside oneself. That woman didn’t just hold semen—gallons and gallons of it—inside her balls. No. She held absolute, unassailable Power!
I was moaning and biting my lips again, and for every second I guess I needed to shake my head and snap myself back into reality. «Get… a fucking… grip!!» Between every word, though, I moaned and cleared my throat. How fucking great can a single woman be?
No longer able to just stand there, apart from her, I threw my body against her. *Broom!!* The very fabric of the Universe might have been shaken, indeed, once our too massive bodies collided! Out monstrous tits exploded with milk due to the pressure, and through my over-worked nipples I felt a pang of pain, really sharp and acid, for the loads of motherly nectar were too great for their tightness. The more aroused I was, the tighter my nipples became, yet the stronger my breasts gushed. “Aaahee!!” This by itself made me moan and gush again while the African was just chuckling, keeping her mouth shut so as to not tempt herself with my outpouring of milk.
Between our bodies, though, something much more awesome laid. Something whose power I had (once again) underestimated. Something much bigger than her balls. Much mightier. Much holier. “Oh, my fucking…!!!” I had to shut my eyes hard and draw blood from my lips by biting them even harder. Between our bodies, going from our crotch up to the very middle of my tits (and beyond) stood her massive, hard pillar of womb destruction: her almighty, superior COCK!!
The sheer solidity of that monster struck my female soul with awe-inspiriting admiration! The size! The power! Jesus fucking shit! That beast could only be compared to a mountain or a canyon or something of even bigger size and weight! The power inside its veins! The throbbing so intense I could actually hear it! Every time it bulged, it sent shockwaves inside my body, electrifying my muscles! I wanted to crush and dominate that penis, only to find myself completely surrendered to its enormity!
The African chuckled, knowing her member only subdued me even further. Her balls were pressed against my crotch, and only too late I realized that, by allowing them such proximity to my cunt, I basically had signed my death warrant: the orgasms just kept piling until they hurt me, and tears of pain left my eyes as sharp, painful whimpers did my mouth. Still, I embraced that mighty woman, squeezing myself harder against her and… laying my mouth on her meaty cock head!
«Fuck!!» How was I even alive?! The orgasms inside me… Jesus! They would have killed any other woman, no matter how powerful! The touch of her awesome penis in my mouth was… divine! That thing was bigger than large, clutched fists, and I was lapping and drooling on it like a thirsty bitch, making it ooze with my saliva as it spewed rivulets of sweet, ambrosia-like lubes. With my arms, legs, and my muscles, I danced on that woman’s body, squeezing my whole self on her, all while I heard Veronica recover her senses and attack her from behind.
“We need…” She struggled, her cunt still orgasming oceans-worth of sex sauce. “We need to defeat her!”
Yes! How meek of me to be reminded of my goals by my much weaker friend! As I slobbered over that gargantuan penis, feeling the semen accumulate, I remembered her words about passivity: «you will learn how being passive and submissive is the greatest strength of all.» Veronica was now attacking the woman’s ass, spreading its massive cheeks with her hands and… fingering her anus! Almost fisting her! Damn, the audacity! What more, the giantess was actually enjoying it!
“Mmrr!!” She purred, and her eyes rolled all the way back again. She closed them and lifted her head, having huge veins grow and throb over her muscles. She was becoming more ripped, more massive, more powerful, all thanks to the energy that was growing inside of her—the arousal that, just like my own, was driving her closer and closer to insanity.
Veronica was now taking charge, wrapping her own mare-like thighs against the woman’s legs and sucking her anus while fingering and sometimes fisting it. For a woman that huge, a whole fist would have felt like a small dick in comparison. Still, it mattered little: I could feel her waist and her hips trembling, and her muscular fibers booming as the heat took spread inside her lower body. She was in heat, and her womb was finally warming up! “Mm!! Mmm!!!” The growls remained inside her throat. It was clear she was working hard not to let them through. Those were not moans, but we were in the right course. At the end, it might had been my pitiful Veronica, whom I looked down upon so often, the one to bring that awesome goddess over the edge, not me. How could that be?!
«Passivity!» I pondered while eating that cockhead greater lust. Yes, that was it! My friend had allowed so much pleasure to explode out of her body that she no longer had the mind-twisting pressure and fire eating her from inside out. She was free! Her gallons of squirt had made her body light and free like a feather, while mine… fuck! I was carrying a whole ocean of juices inside of me, trying so desperately to keep an appearance none of us believed in any more. That was the power of submission!
“I will never surrender to this power!” I looked at the witch in the face, and she opened her eyes to look down upon me. With a surge of energy, I hugged her body harder by the second, creating stretching and booming noises as the pressure between our bodies would have been enough to grind as stone into dust. Slowly, the ground cracked beneath our feet, and them… “Ooof!!” I lifted her! A mere inch over the ground, yes, but still… I lifted her. “You’re not the only one with hidden powers here!”
Her muscles boomed so hard that almost threw my body back. I remained still, however, and crushing her harder still. Her body rose further still, now standing one whole foot above the floor, and I started bending over backwards to keep pulling her even harder. “You grotesque animal! You’re only good for showing off your filthy monster penis!” Pushing the envelope (and the limits of my sanity), I took one arm away from her.
She stood still. Our bodies remained frozen, like a Roman statue depicting two goddess in the middle of a fight. Veronica, which for a long time had been lost in he own lust for Jamila’s body, was lifted along with the goddess’s ass, only now realizing what I had just done. “H-Heather!!” She exclaimed in awe. “You’re so massive!!”
Maybe I was: my arms were rippling with power! Big, fat fucking guns! They throbbed with obscene veins and gallons of blood as hot as lava coursing inside of them. Steam came rushing through my nostrils, and a cocky smile was finally drawn again in my face. I was back. “Stand back, Veronica.”
“I SAID!!” I crushed her harder. “STAND!! BACK!!” The walls rumbled. My body throbbed. “I will make her cum myself!”
I attacked her. My choice of words had been very deliberate: I was going to make her cum! Not moan; cum! Just as Veronica dropped her body and fled in fear of my booming voice, I slammed that African cunt on the ground. *Boom!!* In all honesty, a meteor wouldn’t have made such big a mess: as I dropped the woman on the ground, massive cracks threatened to split it into many canyons. Parts of the ceiling fell around us, each enough to crush an elephant under their weight.
I didn’t give a damn. Screw that, screw the world. Screw her! I climbed on the goddess with my full body, not riding her, but trying instead to dominate her like a man on missionary. It was hard to say whether I was fumbling her muscles with my hands or slapping and punching them. Maybe it was both. As I climbed over her crotch, the insanely massive surface of her balls forced themselves into my pussy, feeling me with such heat it was like an incandescent spire of iron had penetrated me. Still, I kept my cool. More than that, actually: I attacked! I twerked on those balls like they were nothing, guiding my left hand to the pussy she hid underneath them.
That woman had everything: the world’s biggest penis, the universe’s fullest balls, a tight, ripped muscle anus tucked between two massive cheeks of pure muscle, and, to top it all off, the world’s most gorgeous, wet tight pussy my fingers had ever felt. “Uuu-ooh!!” I let of a moan and a growl of arousal as the tip of my fingers managed to penetrated the night-unbreakable seal of her pussy labia.
Christ, how tight she was! After they entered her, my fingers were then pulled deeper into her vagina! I no longer had any control on them! The pussy was eating them all up without her making any discernible effort. “Fuck!” I let escape a whimper of pain. Fuck! That was hard! I could feel the suction and the intense motion of her inner membranes suckling on my fingers. It was animalistic! «Fuck! How much control does she have on her own body?!»
Absolute! Her legs, her abs, her biceps, all her muscles, everything was rumbling with intense power. There was no reason for her pussy—the core of her femaledom—to be any different! As I whimpered, her pussy ate up my fingers. I had inserted two in it, yet the pussy labia soon swallowed a third finger into itself. Despite possessing a titanic penis and balls to intimidate five pairs of bulls, the monster woman also had a hard clit on her pussy.
Her genitalia was both astounding and complete, and it amazed me by how tender and small her clitoris seemed in comparison to… well, everything else. It was so beautiful and delicate, as little as my pinky, yet hard like a pebble sticking from her body. I struck that clit with my thumb and felt the waves of energy spreading away from her crotch. The titan roller her eyes, biting her lower lip as she fought against the temptation to lift her legs in pleasure. Still, she spread her legs a little further, accepting my laying over her body.
“You fucking… you fucking…!!” I wanted to insult her, to denigrate her, but couldn’t contain my raging passion, my undying love for that Amazon as my face lied so close to both her tits and her jaw-dropping abs. “Fuck! Your abs are so sculpted and hard!!” I proclaimed loud and clear as I lowered my mouth on her belly and slurped all over her massive muscular canyons. Her insane abdomen was like a whole geography in and on itself: the sunken valleys between her muscles were so deep and tight they both pulled my tongue inward and squeezed it. My saliva promptly began to fill those canyons, yet she was so huge—so humongous, so insanely giant—that even after minutes of sucking and slurping, I had failed to fill those abs.
I fumbled her left thigh with my right hand, panting and gasping as I lost myself in its masculine hardness. “You’re so sculpted!” I gushed. “So… muscular!!” My clit was getting hard like a small penis. A had a beautiful, delicate rosy clit atop my tight pussy—a “lady clit,” like many girl lovers complimented it—yet I was getting aroused like a roid-filled weightlifter while worshipping that impossible body. My palm went to the side of her buttocks, feeling the unyielding titanium texture of her muscle under her velvety skin. Her sweaty skin was both leather and silk, a very smooth, flawless surface with only barely perceptible twinges of ruggedness atop—like a little bitterness on the world’s most delicious sweet.
I tried to recompose myself by attacking her pussy. I finally reverted to the offensive there, yet it was… «fuck!!» So fucking hard! As my fingers began to stimulate her insides, I was affronted by the insane smoothness of her mucous walls. Like… fuck! I knew vaginas, I loved them, but I never felt anything remotely similar! It was as if all the best vaginas in the world had coalesced into a single, super cunt which also had the muscular power of a bull! It was inhumane! “God damn, girl!!” I let go louder and louder proclamations: “your pussy’s perfect!!”
As my fingers attacked the walls of her cunt, I could feel her juices pilling up. Soon, it was like I had stuck my fingers into a succulent, recently-cut piece of beef: the sweetness was sloshing inside like a little sack of sugary water! *Slosh-slosh-slosh!* My fingers were burned by the superhuman heat of her lubes, which soon began to squirt out of her pussy—not exactly orgasms as they were mere byproducts of both the pressure and my movements. Still, that shit was hot! I could feel the steam hitting my wrist. My fingers penetrated her deeper and harder, sinking on the gorgeous walls of her cunt, trying desperately to find their way to her holy cervix.
Her womb! I could feel the power of her womb rumbling, booming, spreading its aura of heat and fertility as my fingers drew closer. It was like… damn! Her womb was made of gold! I could hear the juices splashing and squirting from her tiny cervix—something that was anatomically impossible for any girl, but just casual and nonchalant for that perfect woman. Goddamn! How much I hate how perfect she was!
I stretched out my right arm in a warning: “don’t you dare touch her, you dumb blonde! She is my lay! Mine!!” Yet I was being laid by her much more than I was laying her, even though I stood on top, riding my freaking crotch on her fucking monster balls. “God!!” My eyes went to the top of my skull, and I held back a tremendous orgasm which threatened to literally expel my brain out from my eye sockets. Fuck!! That was a volcano erupting at the speed of a lightning just now! “Fuck!!” My scream reverbed into the space, and the African twirled under my body, vibrating tenderly as I shook so aggressively. Taking one arm from the ground, she grabbed Veronica by the neck. “I promised I would not interfere, and I won’t, but you two will need your combined power to stimulate me. At this pace, little Heather…” her vagina hardened! “…you will fail to even make me grunt, let alone… moan!”
The male arrived at one of the valley’s walls, pressing her body against the rock.
‘Whore!’ And he thrust in her with even greater savagery. ‘Wake up, you cunt!!’
‘Aaaaheee!!!’ She screamed atop of her lungs! Her mouth opened so wide her jaw seemed close to breaking! ‘Aaaaaheee!!!’
Placing his feet firmer on the ground, the super-male crushed her pussy with all the might his massive, muscular glutes allowed.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-booom…!! At every second, he crammed eleven inches of his dong ten times inside the woman.
Craaarrsssh!! It was enough to open rifts on the rock and make the wall slowly split open in two for their bodies.
‘Aaaaaheee!!’ The female felt her back bleed as that male crushed her so hard against the wall.
Her muscles were tested beyond their limits. She was sinking in the stone… and fainting once at every minute!
The super-male never stopped pounding her with atomic strength: boom-booom-booom-boom-booom-boooomm-booom…!! The cracks grew across the wall, taking over the entire valley.
Craaaaarrssh!!! Giant boulders fell around them. Craaarsshh!! The woman’s body sank deep into the wall.
That male fucked her so hard she felt her organs being rearranged around her waist, with her stomach, guts, and liver all climbing up her throat.
‘Aaaaaheee…!!’ Her eyes swirled madly. ‘Aaa-aaaaheeee…!!!’
Feeling blasts all over her skull, the female was pushed deeper into a coma while that male sank her body over two feet inside that wall!
Not only quicker, the male was also fucking her much harder!
‘Your cervix, bitch… nooow!!’
Twelves inches of prick travelled deep inside that cunt, crushing her cervix with astounding ease.
The pleasure explosion was enough to rescue her from a coma and turn her cunt into a fountain of female nectar: ssbliiiiirrsshh, bliiiirrsssh, bliiiiiirrsshh…!!
Her eyes sank deeper and rolled frenzidly in her sockets, busting her tear ducts.
Her body sank deeper and deeper in the wall. Boom-boom, baaaam, baaaamm!! The male’s body turned that surface to dust.
He extracted pints of orgasms from her cunt with the ease of turning a tap.
«God…!!» Her mind exploded. «God…!!!»
Crraaassssh, blooom, boooom!!! They were both six feet into the mountain wall!! The male was literally drilling her body into the mountain with the power of his thrusts.
Thirteen inches… fourteen inches!… fifteen inches of cock inside that bitch!… and that was still nothing to him!
There was a thick, white mist inside that crack; it was the steam coming out of the super-male’s body, which burned with the same energy as five thousand bulls in heat.
‘Brrooooomm!!!’ Like a horse, the male started to neigh and grow. ‘Boooom-bruuuhuur-uuurhh!!’
She could feel the whole mountain tumbling down with the power of that stud.
Cracks opened up on the valley’s ground, making thousands of gallons of spunk leak. The walls unraveled, creating dangerous landslides all around the mountain.
Thousands of trees were swept away, and whole sections of the mountain range were leveled by the rifts that just kept sprawling and expanding all over the place.
Brrruuuumm!! Brruuuuuumm!! Bruuuuuuumm!! Vanessa and her male were already twenty feet inside the rock, which turned to dust around them. The man fucked her so much and so hard he was literally building a tunnel with her body on the mountain.
Diane was a generous demigoddess: while the Queen serviced herself on the princess’s neck, she squeezed her cooch and sank her fingers slowly inside the Queen’s, fondling it with enough power to soon have the royal moaning in her ears.
Not one to be left behind, though, the Queen quickly came down to explore Diane’s back, squeezing her buttocks, spreading them apart, and piercing her anus with three fingers. “Oh, yeah, baaaby!!” The princess rolled her eyes and moaned. “Fuck!! Shit!! Fuck my ass so gooooood!!”
“You don’t know how good I’m gonna give ya!” The Queen surprised Diane by fingering her cunt with her other hand, doubly-stimulating her until the Princess nearly lost control of her movements.
“Fuck!” She smiled with her eyes closed, and then she kissed the Queen’s face as if paying her tribute, thanking her for those masterful strokes. “Wow, you’re good!” Bouts of pleasure made her muscles shake and harden. “Fuck!! Wow!! Oh, by the gods!!” The fire grew. “By!! The gods!!”
The Queen smiled, upping the pace of her double-masturbation. “You can stop fingering me, if you want.” She kissed the princess’s neck, adding a new layer a pleasure to her orgasms. “You pay me back later.”
“Oh, god!!” Diane was too proud to let go off her so quickly, but… damn! If that pleasure wasn’t incredible! “By the gods, you’re good!!”
“It’s time for you to learn what really made me a Queen.” She licked Diane’s neck. “Relax, my darling, and… enjoy the ride.” She picked up both the pace and the strength of her fingering.
“FUCK…!!” All the air was sucked out of her breast. She heard the squishing sounds of her cunt and anus being stimulated while the Queen licked her nape and sucked her breasts, sometime slurping around her armpits, tasting her sweat and cleaning her body like a cat.
“You’re so tasty!” The Queen paid special attention to her armpits, sucking all the sweat and blood on them before laying her mouth on the princess’s breast and suckling on it not like a toddler, but as a thirsty calf.
Diane was moaning loudly, and eventually she was howling to the moon, barely believing the scorching intensity of the fire that consumed her. «This is seriously… aah!!» She wiggled her waist, twerking reflexively as the masturbation overtook her senses. She was crying and panting, hugging the Queen harder and sinking her teeth on her shoulder, taking a massive bite of her muscles.
“Harder.” The Queen commanded, making her motions so much more relentless. The princess bit her harder until she felt her teeth caving into her skin. “Harder.” The Queen ordered again, torturing her with yet stronger, more merciless motions, prying her pussy and making it drool on the ground while the princess puffed and moaned:
“Fuck… you bitch!!” She bit the Queen with outstanding force, sinking her teeth on her muscles, feeling the blood pour into her mouth and slide down on the Queen’s back. “Fuck!!” She bit harder, realizing she was on the edge of a massive…
“Orgasm, my dear? Okay.” The Queen smiled. “How many orgasms do you want?” She was already cumming, of course, but the type of orgasms the Queen referred to was much stronger than those run-of-the-mill ones the princess was having.
The young woman bit her harder, drinking from her blood, all while quivering and shaking much stronger on the ground, making its cracks grow and multiply. The Queen fingered her harder, drawing panting, gasping moans from the bitch.
“Fuck!! Oh, gods!! Hera!!” She asked for divine help, but none would come. “Oh, Hera, please!!” The squishing sounds on her cunt were ferocious when the Queen repeated her question:
“How many orgasms? Just say a number and I’ll deliver it to you.”
Diane laughed. “Are you, cunt? Then fine. A million orgasms, that’s what I want!”
“A million? Pff!” The queen scoffed. “Are you sure that’s all you can t-?”
“Shut up, bitch! I didn’t say a million orgasms in total!” She bit the Queen’s earlobes before laying in her ears her utmost desire: “I meant a million orgasms… per second!” The Queen raised one eyebrow. “Oh. Now we’re talking.” She gently nodded, sucking the princess’s neck. “Fine. A million orgasms per second it is.”
Gallons of squirt burst from her cunt as gallons more of milk were gulped by the titan. Their bodies were soon moving in unison, two lovers dancing as the orgasms overtook their bodies simultaneously: one rider, another ridden, both squirming sensuously on the ground as they felt each other like one.
Then, Diane felt a shock in her stomach. «What…?!» Just as she began to look down, her belly and her abs burned like she was holding an explosion in her belly, and then she felt her muscles crushed by the Queen’s mighty fist.
The princess puked blood, showering the blonde’s face as her body was thrown up in the air and crashed down hard many feet away from the Queen.
The blond goddess tried to stand up, but the orgasms were still too many. Concomitantly, Diane stood, puking more blood on the ground.
“Damn! That was one hell of a punch!” She shut one nostril with a finger and sneezed blood through the other one. “You must really love having your ass handed to ya, huh?” She leapt forward, cutting the distance between herself and the Queen in one fraction of a second. Something, however, was very different about the Queen—and Diane only realized that in the very last possible moment.
«Oh, fuck!» As her right fist was heading to the Queen’s head, the matriarch raised her arms and blocked the blow—her bones now totally healed.
*Booom!!* A shockwave sent debris flying hundreds of feet away, and the cracks multiplied around the goddesses as the Queen immediately counter-attacked with a mighty punch on the princess’s face, sending the youth flying to the plateau’s massive walls. When she crashed into the rock, the entire island trembled. *Booom!!* Boulders fell all around while the Queen struck her first offensive: with another shockwave, her massive, muscular body flew like a lightning bolt into the cracked spot on the plateau, throwing punches on the princess’s body. Diane, however, still in control of all her muscles and her senses, was able to block those blows and counter-attack them with blows of her own.
The two goddesses traded blows for several minutes, shattering trees on the forest around them and creating massive craters and cracks on the rocky ground. The Queen grabbed Diane’s black hair and pulled her face towards a fist, which drew blood from her nose. Diane attacked with a blow to the Queen’s neck, suffocating her and leaving her open for attack.
Diane threw hundreds of punches on her torso, half of which landed, half of which were blocked, while the Queen three hundreds of punches on Diane’s torso, crushing her breasts and panting herself with the woman’s milk and blood. Both goddesses battled until an arena of about a kilometer wide had been completely cleared—only cracked rocks and giant boulders were to be found in the desolate arena around them, soon to be further shattered by the goddesses’ flying and fighting spirits. Diane bearhugged the Queen midair and hurled her down against a large boulder, splitting the massive stone into dust and pebbles. The Queen grabbed Diane’s legs and hammered her on the ground, swinging her back and forth, and creating two large craters where the princess landed. Diane grabbed the Queen’s golden locks and swung her hard, throwing her again at the plateau’s wall. With lightning sparks in her eyes, she flew after the body and punched it before it even crashed on the wall, increasing the power of the impact a thousand-fold.
Diane stood glorious and triumphantly in the middle of the arena, not realizing at first that she had sunk about eight feet under the surface, thanks to the massive crater that had been created around her. As her muscles cooled off a little and she could finally admire herself with greater calm and ease, the princess laughed. She flexed her right biceps several times, hearing the sound of that baby swell and relax every single second.
“Oh, gods, thank you!” She flexed both arms and her chest, making her breasts squirt ounces milk. “I’m fucking shredded!”
One loud thud echoed all over the arena. Before anyone could swoon over the massive princess, they all looked up and saw the Queen standing at the tip of the platform.
The giant Alpha female clapped slowly and ironically. “Well, well, well.” Even from afar, she could see that Diane’s gains were substantial. “Not every Amazon can tear the Lasso of Honesty, you know. You are the only one who’s ever done. The only one, of course, after yours truly.”
There was a staggered silence in the audience, with many Amazons looking dumbfounded to one another. “What did you say, my liege?” One of them asked, but the Queen seemed to care only to the princess:
“I was fourteen when I finally managed to tear the Lasso apart.” She touched her lips, pretending to search her memories. “How old are you, really, Diane? Ahh, yes, I remember.” Her smiled beamed with sadistic superiority. “You’re twenty-two. So I guess you’re eight years late for the party.”
Diane didn’t lose her ground. In fact, she didn’t move at all while the Queen was speaking. Her face became lighter and her expression more inviting. Slowly, the princess drew a beautiful smile in her face, and with a calm, rumbling voice she addressed the Queen: “I never said you were weak, nor that you were a negligible opponent. I’m actually honored in having to fight such a powerful woman.” She bowed. When she stood straight again, however, she deepened her voice: “now come down here, cheap whore of the Amazons, and let’s finish what you started!”
The Queen didn’t lose her frame. In fact, she and her entourage only laughed before the princess’s petulant remarks. “What I started? Do not forget, sweet child, that before I whipped the floor with your face and wrecked eight whole temples of these isles by pummeling your body through their walls, it was you who had the audacity to challenge me! Who the hell do you think…”
*Boom!!* They were all silenced as Diane stomped the ground, her muscles turning her thigh thicker than a tree trunk. The ground was cracked in the middle, with the fissures growing up the platform and finally cracking the ground where the Queen stood.
“Fuck!!” Many of her acolytes jumped back, and the Queen looked down to Diane with just a little bit more than petty annoyance.
“This is your last chance to apologize, Diane.”
The princess raised one eyebrow. “There will be no apologies.”
Lowering her head, drawing a long sigh from her breast, the Queen spoke ever more calmly, her voice turning a bit childish as she addressed the rebellious princess: “Diane, you don’t need to do this. Understand, sweet, foolish child, that… if I unleash it on you… all my fury…” The platform, no, the entire arena began to tremble as something truly demonic grew within the matriarch’s body, “I. Will not. Stop.” She clutched her hands. Blood began to dripped from between her fingers. “I. Will not. Hold back!”
The princess threw her hair over her shoulders and gave the Queen the middle finger. That was it. Everyone could feel the subtle rumble of the Queen’s muscles under her robes. The Queen raised her hands and grabbed the white robes on her shoulders, casting them aside in one swell swoop.
There was silence. Even the princess froze in her place. Many averted their eyes as the body glowed on top of the platform, its physical perfection shining before the sunline, making everything dim around it. As their sights unblurred, the Amazons could finally witness the Queen’s naked form. The ones that weren’t cumming finally came; the ones that were already cumming screamed in orgasmic agony and passed out into a coma. Countless knees went to the ground and foreheads touched the floor as fingers were crammed inside cunts and vicious masturbations drilled gallons from their female cores. The arena was filled with the moans of three hundred Amazons as Diane herself had to fight against her own arousal to keep her warrior pose. «B-by Zeus!!» She could only think at that moment. «Father! Who did you have to fuck to create such perfect a woman?!»