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FULL BOOK, BITCHES!! A mega muscular teenager challenges the Queen of the Amazons–the most powerful BEAST in the universe!

Diane stood before all her kingdom, ready to be judged. The princess of the Amazons had committed a grave crime—one for which other Amazons had been sentenced to death—, but she was calm and haughty, just like how royals tend to behave. «Nothing will come out of this,» she told herself, looking at the vast pantheon filled with the Amazonian elite—three hundred gorgeous muscle women, maybe more, watching her, waiting for her judgment. «The most I will get is a slap on the wrist,» the princess thought. «Worst case scenario, we get into a fight.» She then smiled. «Well, I guess that’s the best case scenario.»

Diane was like a big parent who agreed to partake on the theatre play of his children just to make them feel proud of themselves. She had no intention of carrying through with that nonsense, nor did she have any concrete fear of being hurt or detained—even by three hundred mighty Amazons all at once.

Everyone who saw her knew one thing: there was no way to stop that woman. All Amazons were tall, beautiful, and outrageously muscular, but Diane was even more ludicrously so. At little over twenty-two years of age, that youth put the others to absolute shame with her 7’6ft-tall, 500-pound muscular body. Diane never even bothered hitting the gym or exercising as assiduously as the other Amazons, yet she developed a physique which was, quite possibly, the second most well-endowed of all the beauties in the isles—behind only the massive body of…

«Just look at ‘em poor things.» The princess looked around the pantheon, seeing the hundreds of trembling, panting women gazing at her with so much desire. She had dared to come back to Themyscira dressed in her costume: a tight, blue-and-red spandex that stuck so firmly to her body it didn’t even look like clothing, but body-paint. Her golden (the only thing that wasn’t glued to her skin) was stretched to its limits thanks to her wide hips and her ungodly thick legs.

That woman was perfection in every sense of the word. Her body communicated strength, fertility, masculinity, and stamina in a way no other Amazon could. Many tongues were unrolled, dripping with desire, and Diane could hear the crossing of dozens, if not dozens of legs as she knew she was being coveted and admired by the hungry audience.

They too, after all, wanted a good spectacle. Nobody believed the princess would be punished, but everyone was sure she was going to do… something!… that would be well-worth their time and wait. It was well-known that Diane, aside from being a princess and a superhero, was a domineering Alpha female who collected lovers like certain species of birds collect pebbles for their nests: she was ravenous to the point of pathology! How many men and women had she consumed since she left the isles, many on the audience wondered, looking at one another and being sure that, oh, Diane had consumed them all.

They were not just mere members the Amazonian elite; those women were all of Diane’s past lovers, from summer romances to one-night flings, to routine booty-calls to side-pussies for when she was bored. Diane looked at them and smiled, remembering the fun time she had with each and every one of them, knowing they could never forget the potency of her fingers, the length and power of her tongue, the flexibility of her body, the ferociousness of her fists! No hole in those women had been unexplored by the craving Amazon, and there was an unspoken consensus that all of them wanted the princess to be set free so she could once again do to their bodies what no creature, human or god, could ever do after they met her.

Diane lifted her hands and tried to crack her knuckles, but the Lasso of Honesty, which bound her wrists, made the action very difficult. Still she flexed, making her biceps stretch the lasso to its limits, creating a loud noise that brought everyone’s attention to her and made all those warriors gulp and shiver.

The princess smiled. “That’s how you lik’a see me, huh?” She flexed again, this time making a wave of muscles rippling down from her chest to her hips. “All tied up for you?” The lasso was wrapped around her neck, her arms, her lower chest, her abs, and her legs. It was the only unbreakable object for the Amazon; no matter how much she tried, she would never free herself from her own weapon, but still she felt she could beat all those contenders in it—and with her eyes closed!

Diane looked down, feeling the pressure of the lasso on her swollen muscles. Her breasts were almost swallowing the knot over her belly; those two beautiful, bouncing orbs so big and hard they were almost tearing the woman’s costume apart.

Diane kept turning around, making sure all the beauties there could witness every inch of her over-developed body. “I’ve grown a great deal since I’d last been here.” The Amazon was all games and smiles, biting her lips as she flexed so liberally. “I’m taller, I’m thicker. Guess there ain’t one bimbo soul in these isles able to pin me down.” She flexed her guns again, and her biceps swelled to such outrageous proportions many Amazons covered their mouths, afraid she was actually going to tear the Lasso. “Oh, look! My babies are so big… and so hard!”

She flexed her biceps harder, putting the lasso under tremendous stress. Thick veins grew over the Amazon’s neck, which was also tied by the lasso, and she had to pause and struck a pose so that the energy flowed through her body uninterrupted.

Her ten-pack abs trembled, each muscle growing and bloating into an obscene, rigid mass. Every inch of the lasso was stressed and tearing up, with the loud, stretching noises only turning her on. Her thighs bloated into tree trunks of steel—legs as thick and muscular as a horse’s—and her ass hardened to such a degree many thought the swollen buttocks were going to slap against the woman’s spine!

Her glutes were so hard and over-muscular that they were permanently perking up; when relaxed, they looked flexed, and when flexed like looked like growing, bloating beasts threatening to tear the fabric of whatever clothes she wore.

Her skirt too was stretching, much frailer than the rest of her uniform. Her clothes seemed to have been made of a special, indestructible cloth, which allowed them to resist that muscle growth without tearing up in a million pieces, but the skit seemed to be the exception: its fibers were torn one by one, and its width grew visibly with the woman’s widening hips, much beyond the maximum size it was designed to withstand.

“Oh, sisters!” Diane’s voice was deep, groveling, purring. “My breasts are so hard!” She shook her chest, making those gigantic beauties dance. “It’s been many hours since I had a good pair of lovers on my arms. You know, sisters, how important are your mouths and your tongues for breasts this overdeveloped.” As she gave them a naughty look, Diane heard many of their pussies dripping. Some women were visibly panting, rocking their bodies to-and-fro while threads of sweet nectar flowed down their legs. They were all moist, and the only difference between the strong- and the weak-willed was whether they let their cunts drip or not.

One of these strong women –the Head Instructress, trainer and mentor of all the archipelago’s warriors—sat in the front rows, clearly shaken by Diane’s exhibitionism, but still managing to contain all her fluids inside of her, even if barely! The mighty Amazon had her thick, bulky legs crossed, with the juices piling up inside her pussy and some drips leaking onto her thighs. The woman focused: «no!» Diane could hear her telling herself: «I ain’t falling for this again!»

The princess of the Amazons turned to her and stepped closer. Everyone could see she was looking at her, which brough extreme shame and arousal to that flustered woman. “Head Instructress!” Diane exclaimed pompously, flexing every one of her muscles as she moved: legs bloating, biceps swelling, abs shredded, and her tits bouncing loudly, with splashy sounds every time they moved. “Don’t you want to lend me a help with those two massive tits?” She shook her bosom, and two large stains grew in her uniform. “Oh, Instructress, they are so full!! I know you are the only one in these isles able to drink all of my offering!” Diane spread her legs out, as much as the Lasso allowed, and the Amazons were hypnotized by the drips of nectar flowing down her legs. “Head Instructress, your princess is so aroused! Come here and satiate this fire with your mouth, your tongue, your fingers!” She winked. “I know you want, and I know only you can.” She mockingly turned her head to the other Amazons. “None of these have what you got. I am much stronger, much thirstier now, and in those whole damned isles, I know you are still the only one able to take on me.

“Diane, please!” Still, the Instructress was too distracted by her former apprentice’s massive breasts. The stains were growing quickly on her costume! Oh! Was she really lactating that much, and so soon?! “Princess, my liege, have some respect.”

The princess walked quickly to the mural that separated the arena from the audience. With one effortless hop, she stood on top of it, looking at her Instructress in the eye. “Fuck you.” She said aloud, drawing many gasps from the Amazons. “You know I don’t care about a thing in this world; I only care about you, master, and your thick, muscular body pinning mine on the ground, punishing me like the bad girl I am.”

“Diane… please…” But the Instructress was paralyzed by Diane’s tongue, which slowly licked the woman’s fat, gorgeous lips, creating a loud, slurping sounds that caused many a dozen of Amazons to shiver. The princess’s bosom was dangling so close to hers! Those were the two most massively-endowed women in the islands, and their bosoms were so great they nearly touched even when the women stood a few feet apart from one another.

Diane leaned closer, her seductive gaze consuming the Instructress like a predator. “Fuck me.” She flexed her chest, and her breasts squirted milk under the costume. “Do me. I’m all tied up and ready for you!”

“Diane… please!”

The Instructress had no more words, however, when the princess jumped down from the mural, cracking the ground with her feet as she landed. “Wow!” Many gasps were drawn from those excited breasts as the Amazons saw her feet sinking on the stone. The princess was so heavy she could tear any floor she walked on with simple steps.

Still tied and constrained by the yellow, glowing Lasso, Diane turned around and sucked more breaths out of the audience with the sight of her ass. “So much muscle!” One Amazon beside the Instructress commented, drawn by the overdeveloped musculature of Diane’s shoulders and back. “By the gods! How can a young woman have such bulk?!”

Diane raised her shoulders and flexed her arms, and at that moment many gasps and drips could be heard as the women were filled with arousal. Her back was partially flexed to an obscenity of muscles, and her ass hopped jovially, powerfully, making coarse sounds even with the slightest of motions. The woman slowly  began to squat down, sitting on the Instructress’s lap as she looked around and saw many pretty, interesting faces in the audience.

“A lot of new flesh here, I see.” She stared at one Amazon near the Instructress, who was panted and drooled, crossing her legs constantly to try and contain her arousal. “I’ve never met you before, have I, sweetheart?” Diane lifted her arms and stretched, laying down lazily on the poor woman’s lap. “I’ve never fucked you, have I?”

The desperate lady shook her head, unable to speak, while the Instructress made one last (and feeble) attempt to stop the sassy youth: “Diane, enough!” She pushed her mighty bosom, but was met with an incredible resistance. “Fuck!!”

The Amazons were startled when they heard one long, loud splashing sound, like that of a stream being finally let free. Once they looked at the Instructress’s legs, they realized that, oh!, the mighty warrior had squirted herself!

“Not ‘squirted!’” Some whispered. “She’s still squirting!!”

The Instructress would be ashamed if she wasn’t so aroused. “Fuck!” She had her hands on Diane’s buttocks, and those muscles were incredible! “Oh, fuck!!” She touched, squeezed, and fumbled them, drawing more ounces of liquids from her cooch. “Oh, for the gods! Fuck!!” She looked at her lover and smiled. How long it had been since she last touched her! “Your ass is amazing, Diane!”

The princess, then, laid on her lap and shook her massive hips, provoking a stronger, louder gush from the woman. “I know.” Her massive breasts were shaking, so bountiful and jovial, and all her muscles were rippling, inviting the touch. “Have at thee, my lover.” Diane stretched out, laying down completely on her woman, resting her feet on the mural and exposing her full body to dozens of craving eyes. “Your princess is all tied up just for you.”

The Instructress knew she shouldn’t—and she did it. She raised her hands on the princess and touched her massive abs, feeling their hardness electrify her. “Fuck!” More nectar burst from her cunt, gushing on the princess’s ass and dripping loudly on the floor. “You’ve… gods!” She cleared her throat. “You’ve really grown!”

Diane smiled, shaking her breasts and making the stains grow. “I’ve grown bigger, harder, fuller.” She raised her hands to the Instructress’s face, fondling her cheeks very lovingly. “Come. Take my dress down and suck on my breasts.” Many women gasped, astounded by her forwardness. “I know you wanna.” She looked to the other, inexperienced Amazon. “I know you all want to!”

Something in her eyes invited the newbie to do the unthinkable: with her hands trembling, she touched one of those breasts with the tip of her finger, only to immediately retrieve her hand and pant: “aahee!!” Her moan was long and high-pitched. Juices exploded from her cunt in a lousy mess: *spluursh!!* There was a loud flood on the seat and the floor as many Amazons looked at her, astounded by the volume of her ejaculate.

“For the gods, woman, what have you done?”

The poor lady could only look at them and reply: “I’m sorry, but… they’re just so hard!”

Diane smiled, having fun with her sweet innocence. “You see, Instructress? Even the newbie here recognizes a good breast when she sees one.” She looked to her enraptured lover. “Why don’t you fumble those breasts a bit harder…”

“Diane, stop it!”

“…so that you can feel what a real woman looks and feels like?”

“Diane, stop!” But the Instructress was silenced as Diane, tired of waiting, grabbed her breasts instead! “Fuck!!” The Instructress squirted, her loud, messy jets bathing the MURAL in front of her.

“You’re hard.” Diane squeezed her knockers. “You’re full.” She stuck her tongue out. “Let me taste ‘em, then you come and taste mine.” She licked her lips and left her mouth opened, breathing hot, and sometimes moaning. “Stick your tongue inside me and take me.” She moved her body like a cat stretching out. “I want to cum! Please, Instructress! Please, any of you!” Her eyes moved around the Amazons, who were all panting and shivering. “Make. Me. Cum!”

The princess felt a wonderful pressure in her boobs, and then she realized the novice was grabbing them. “By the gods!!” The touch didn’t last long, however. “Aah!!” Overtaken by arousal, the novice took her hands out and fell out of her seat, immediately moving her fingers to her cunt and frigging herself until everyone could hear the loud, quick splashes of her lubes. “Zeus!!”

Diane and the Instructress felt her squirts on their head and legs, respectively. Diane looked up, seeing the former master mesmerized. “Stop fighting it. It’s useless.” She raised her hands and pulled the Instructress’s face, caressing her chin and cuddling her cheeks. “Don’t fight the attraction. Embrace it.” The Instructress saw herself closer and closer to Diane’s full, red lips. Her heartbeat could be heard from the other side of the arena. Her vulva throbbed like a heart, one long stream of lubes flowing endlessly from it.

The Instructress was built like a brickhouse, and the combined weight of both women was enough to make the seat crack. Still, she only felt great peace and comfort on the princess’s muscles, knowing that the princess felt the same on hers. They were two ladies as big as mares and outrageously fertile, their mighty bosoms shaking as the loads of milk in them made loud, tempting noises.

The Instructress could feel Diane’s warm breath in her mouth. Suddenly, she couldn’t come any closer: her massive breast was blocked by Diane’s, which squirted even more milk in her costume. The Instructress’s squirted too, and soon their bountiful chests were rubbing against each other with wet noises, lactating harder as their hugged each other stronger and brought their lips to a close.

“Diane!” A powerful scream cut them short, and Diane felt a tremendous arousal in her nerves. “Get back to your place!”

All the Amazons were startled, going back quickly to their seats, but the princess acted like it was nothing serious—the only one of them unafraid of the booming voice.

“It’s been a long time… my queen.” The daring youth looked to the tall platform in front of the arena, from where a blinding glimmer came.

“Get back. I won’t repeat myself again.”

Sighing, Diane slowly stood from the Instructress’s lap, turning her back to her lovers and whispering: “you ain’t seen the last of me yet, my beauties” She winked, then leapt back into the arena.

The Amazons held their breaths, watching the princess and her rival exchange fiery glances across the arena. Diane was the spectacle everyone already knew, but the Queen was an even rarer sight—one that barely ever appeared to such a large audience, even during the most sacred of ceremonies.

Despite her coolness, Diane sensed her own heart beating faster. «I won’t be intimidated by this golden skank. Not anymore!» She still remembered the last time she spent with her, and her blood boiled with the fires of revenge… and arousal!

The calm, arrogant words of the Queen still resonated in her ears, like they had met yesterday: «I will allow you to fuck me, dear… if you defeat me in a fight.» She had cracked her knuckles and stepped out of her throne that day, ordering away her servants with royal gestures while facing the young princess without a thread of fear. “If you force me to admit defeat, I’m yours forever.” She stretched her arms, and her myriad of muscles struck fear directly in Diane’s heart. “Ready when you are.”

The princess still felt in her bones the brutal pummeling she got from the matriarch. How cruelly she was pinned against the floor and punched through the walls until the palace was crumbling! How effortlessly she was thrown around by the endless blows of the mighty goddess, how beastly she had been beaten in the guts until she was puking blood, how savagely her cunt was struck by the heartless bitch’s fist!

When the Queen said she was going “all out,” she had truly meant it. The beating got so bad that many servants were moved to plead for Diane’s sake, begging in tears and on their knees while the Queen painted the walls red with the teenager’s blood: “please, my queen, she’s just a kid! She doesn’t know any better!” Yet they all shut up once the Queen turned to them her fiery gaze, threatening to turn her fury at their bodies if they didn’t know their place.

Diane remember, oh, how she remembered how at first she was so aroused, then scared, then in pain, then in agony, spewing and sneezing blood while her body was battered from multiple directions simultaneously, almost as if the Queen could teleport and beat her from wherever she chose.  Though the teenager resisted bravely, no one could say she had actually “fought.” For three hours, she took blow after blow after blow, growing purple and bloated with so many bruises, without uttering a word of help, without even thinking about debasing herself next to that Queen. As the hours went by, however, and the beating went from midday to the night, the princess was finally tearing up, barely feeling her own muscles, with her superhuman bones finally close to cracking.

“Please, my queeeeen!!” She cried, and whatever remained of the palace rumbled with her agonizing scream. “Meeeercy!!! I beg you mercy!!” But there was no mercy for the next three or four hours: the Queen grabbed Diane’s neck and shoved her face against walls and furniture of pure metal, bending them with her head. She pushed and pulled the face from the surfaces thousands of times a minute, drilling them with her head, battering them like no living creature could be battered by any other in that world.

And that was far from the end: as blood was spilling all over the rooms, the Queen thrust the body into the air and made her crash against the stone ceilings, which cracked and sometimes succumbed under the blows. Then she leapt into the air and caught the princess’s body before it even started to fall, pulling her down with equal strength into the ground, drilling her on the stone and creating massive craters with the impact. The Queen then lifted Diane’s body in the air and round-house kicked her like a beast, her massive legs turned into a machine of kicks that pummeled the princess dozens of times before her body was thrown at the walls. She punched her guts, slapped her tits, and kicked her cunt countless times in a frenzy while the teenager’s was pressed against a wall, which sooner of later succumbed under the intense, countless blows. The princess coughed pints of blood, painting the Queen red, but nothing disturbed or startled the savage woman, who proceeded to grab her falling body by the hair, lift her up and crush her like a boxing bag.

The hours had become seconds and the second had become an eternity. Time itself was beaten as Diane was brutally, savagely, bestially wrecked and destroyed by that potent lady, who hadn’t even begun to sweat when she realized the punishment had been fitting enough. “I bet you never forget who destroyed you!” She lifted the woman in the air, showing her quasi-corpse to all the servants who still had the guts to witness the massacre. “Lest you want your body used as a wrecking ball again!”

There was no dignity left in Diana that night. From ten in the morning to ten in the night of the following day, she had been crushed with such relentlessness that she never knew when one blow ended and ten others began. Her face was bloodied and disfigured once the Queen was done to her, and her body was one giant purple mass of bruises which must have horrified and scared the servants.

She was left laying on her own blood, which kept pouring in pints from her nose, her mouth, her eyes, her ears, her nipples, her cunt, and her anus. Shapes of fists were engraved in her skin, and some of her muscles were deformed to such an extent that it took them a whole year to get back into shape. The princess whimpered and yelped, still miraculously alive, and when the Queen dropped her on the ground, she felt as if the entire Earth had been thrown against her back: *booom!!*

It took Diane a whole year to heal from her wounds and walk again like a normal Amazon. When the Queen said she was never going to forget that beating, she meant it; there were times when Diane woke up screaming in the Tower of Might, startling her superhero companions:

“Wondrous Woman, what’s going on? What’s happening, Diane, tell us!” And they were all shocked when they saw the princess curling in a fetal position and crying, openly panting as she actually felt the punches and the kicks and the mighty, cruel blows all over again, with even the vivid suffocation of her body being crushed against the walls and beaten to near-death.

“B-b-by g-g-gods!!” At those times, she sounded like a child again. “M-m-mercy, ma’am!! H-have m-mercy!!”

Diane loved a good beating, but that had gone well over the edge. «You’ve nearly broken my spirit, you whore!» She looked up to the woman on the tall platform and felt the rage taking over her every nerve and muscle. «I couldn’t sleep well for years! Fucking years! You made me wet myself in the middle of the night!» Unbeknownst to her, her fury was making her muscles grow and the Lasso be stretched to its limits. «I will fucking end you!!» Diane’s eyes were almost glazing. «I will fucking teach you your rightfully place and make you suffer for what you did to me!!»

A lazy girl before that event, Diane began to assiduously exercise as soon as she got to her feet again. Rarely had she ever hit the gym or wrestle with other Amazons, preferring instead to spend her time idling, swimming, running around on forest, or just slacking off with her friends and lovers. After that beating, thought, it was like a new woman had been born—a much more brutal, relentless woman, and one filled with endless amounts of rage.

“Diane, you need to cool off.” Her teammates sometimes warned her, scared by how vicious she could be in a fight. There were times when Diane hurled entire buildings atop of villains and foes, or other times when she turned big, muscular villains into punching bags even well after they were crying for mercy.

Liking it or not, the Queen of the Amazons had instilled in her princess a taste for sadism, and now that Amazon was about to unleash everything she’d learned on her many years of training and super heroism.

Diane stood in the middle of the Arena, looking up smugly to her Queen. She couldn’t see the woman properly in the middle of all that golden glow that emanated from her body. The youth’s heart was beating quickly, her legs relaxing and involuntarily spreading next to the perfection she was about to see.

Diane might have been a demigoddess… but so was the Queen! The princess could have wandered around freely in those isles like they were her personal harem—and, to a degree, they were—, but privileges ended wherever the Queen could be found: not only was the matriarch also a daughter of Zeus, but many wondered whether the “purity” of her blood was superior to Diane—after all, the sex between a god and a human, as was in Diane’s case, tends to produce lower-ranking offspring than between a god… and a demigoddess!

No one knew who the Queen’s mother was, but many suspected it was some demigoddess like Diane herself. The way the Queen shone and moved, the power in every single muscle, the rumbling of her voice, and just overall her sheer massiveness betrayed a superior bloodline that Diane could only dream with.

Therefore, even though the princess had been training for years to become the mightiest woman alive; even though she had saved the Earth countless times and beaten the ever-living crap out of the most powerful, muscular, virile warlords in the universe; even though she had trained and gained enough muscle mass to be able to punch through a fucking mountain… she was nervous. For the first time since she’s got the beating of her life, Diane was unsure of herself.

Her eyes adjusted to the shine and finally they saw the massive woman. «Fuck!» Standing at eight feet and seven inches, the Queen was just as mighty, busty, and muscular as she’d ever been. Her abs glistened with twelve mighty, swollen muscles under her tank top. Her breasts made rumbling sounds, like iron bars being bent, and were so hard there was barely any jiggle to them.

The super female looked down upon the teenager, smirking like the arrogant cougar she was. Though she clearly saw the princess was bigger, thicker, and stronger, her 22-year-old ass couldn’t compare to her own. The Queen “looked” forty, but even saying that might be dishonest; her skin was perfect and her face was more arousing than Diane’s herself.

The mighty Queen didn’t go to the trouble of flexing her muscles and showing off to the princess. She knew she didn’t have too. Already unflexed, her ass was far mightier, fuller, and harder than the 22-year-old’s. There wasn’t even a comparison to be made between the two Alpha females: if one of them was a puma, the other was a lioness bathed in the blood of a fresh battle. There was a sense of seriousness, a “life-or-death” aura hovering on the arena; an omen saying that whatever arousal they once felt for the princess could now be discarded, and whatever lightheartedness there had been in that situation should be promptly forgotten.

The Queen had arrived, so they better stop fucking around… or else.

“My liege.” Diane slowly bowed, avoiding any irony or sarcasm in the voice. There was a long silence between the Alpha females, during which Diane knew she was being inspected.

“My, oh, my.” The powerful lioness purred. “How big you’ve grown, child, since you last abandoned us.”

“I haven’t…”

“Silence.” And, to everyone’s shock, the princess shut up and bowed again.

She was cursing herself in her head for being so weak-minded, but she hadn’t still adjusted herself to the presence of the Queen. It had been, after all, such long time!

“Now, Diane, what are we supposed to do with you?” The Queen shook her head in disappointment, knowing it was all theatrics. “You’ve abandoned Temiskira. You joined the mortals in their fancy, foolish petty squabbles. You got entangled with a male! You betrayed your kind and spit in the face of the gods! What, oh, child, did you expect by coming back here?”

This time, Diane wasn’t afraid when she looked up: “to fight you.” All the air was sucked out of the hundreds who heard her. “I didn’t come back here to ask for forgiveness. I came here to take your crown off your head—with my bloodied fists, if necessary.” She then flexed her muscles, ready to show off how much she had grown. “Don’t bother with any judgement. I ain’t here to be judged.” The Lasso was stretched, and her muscles had only now begun to truly grow! “I’m not in the mood to hearing your bitch voice. I’m here to kick your fucking ass!”

Everyone watched in awe as Diane did the unthinkable, growing her body until the Lasso was nearly torn off—“everyone,” of course, expect the mighty Queen, who watched the whole spectacle unfazed. “Bring it on… bitch.” She smirked, seeing the princess transform into a raging beast of pure muscle, power, and fertility!

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The princess of the Amazons flaunts and flexes her superhuman muscles!

That woman was perfection in every sense of the word. Her body communicated strength, fertility, masculinity, and stamina in a way no other Amazon could. Many tongues were unrolled, dripping with desire, and Diane could hear the crossing of dozens, if not dozens of legs as she knew she was being coveted and admired by the hungry audience.

They too, after all, wanted a good spectacle. Nobody believed the princess would be punished, but everyone was sure she was going to do… something!… that would be well-worth their time and wait. It was well-known that Diane, aside from being a princess and a superhero, was a domineering Alpha female who collected lovers like certain species of birds collect pebbles for their nests: she was ravenous to the point of pathology! How many men and women had she consumed since she left the isles, many on the audience wondered, looking at one another and being sure that, oh, Diane had consumed them all.

They were not just mere members the Amazonian elite; those women were all of Diane’s past lovers, from summer romances to one-night flings, to routine booty-calls to side-pussies for when she was bored. Diane looked at them and smiled, remembering the fun time she had with each and every one of them, knowing they could never forget the potency of her fingers, the length and power of her tongue, the flexibility of her body, the ferociousness of her fists! No hole in those women had been unexplored by the craving Amazon, and there was an unspoken consensus that all of them wanted the princess to be set free so she could once again do to their bodies what no creature, human or god, could ever do after they met her.

Diane lifted her hands and tried to crack her knuckles, but the Lasso of Honesty, which bound her wrists, made the action very difficult. Still she flexed, making her biceps stretch the lasso to its limits, creating a loud noise that brought everyone’s attention to her and made all those warriors gulp and shiver.

The princess smiled. “That’s how you lik’a see me, huh?” She flexed again, this time making a wave of muscles rippling down from her chest to her hips. “All tied up for you?” The lasso was wrapped around her neck, her arms, her lower chest, her abs, and her legs. It was the only unbreakable object for the Amazon; no matter how much she tried, she would never free herself from her own weapon, but still she felt she could beat all those contenders in it—and with her eyes closed!

Diane looked down, feeling the pressure of the lasso on her swollen muscles. Her breasts were almost swallowing the knot over her belly; those two beautiful, bouncing orbs so big and hard they were almost tearing the woman’s costume apart.

Diane kept turning around, making sure all the beauties there could witness every inch of her over-developed body. “I’ve grown a great deal since I’d last been here.” The Amazon was all games and smiles, biting her lips as she flexed so liberally. “I’m taller, I’m thicker. Guess there ain’t one bimbo soul in these isles able to pin me down.” She flexed her guns again, and her biceps swelled to such outrageous proportions many Amazons covered their mouths, afraid she was actually going to tear the Lasso. “Oh, look! My babies are so big… and so hard!”

She flexed her biceps harder, putting the lasso under tremendous stress. Thick veins grew over the Amazon’s neck, which was also tied by the lasso, and she had to pause and struck a pose so that the energy flowed through her body uninterrupted.

Her ten-pack abs trembled, each muscle growing and bloating into an obscene, rigid mass. Every inch of the lasso was stressed and tearing up, with the loud, stretching noises only turning her on. Her thighs bloated into tree trunks of steel—legs as thick and muscular as a horse’s—and her ass hardened to such a degree many thought the swollen buttocks were going to slap against the woman’s spine! Her glutes were so hard and over-muscular that they were permanently perking up; when relaxed, they looked flexed, and when flexed like looked like growing, bloating beasts threatening to tear the fabric of whatever clothes she wore.

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The Instructress screamed. Her gushes of squirt were interrupted every time the princess hit her. Her entire body seemed to catch fire, and her glutes were quickly desensitized. They were both 69-ing each other, both only Diane was now acting upon the pussy of her lover. The instructress was suffering too much and cumming too hard to focus on Diane’s gushing cunt. Still, the princess came gallons through her cunt, for the pleasure of domination was much greater than that of the matriarch’s tongue.

“I will destroy you.” The princess’s cunt drilled the insides of her master. “Let me show you how a teenager can pound another woman like a bull!” Diane slowly pulled her head back, taking out inch after inch of her god-tongue from that pussy. The Instructress was already screaming for mercy, feeling all her insides unravel and her body implode.

“PLEASE!!” The tears fell in cataracts from her face. “DIANE!! PLEASE, STOP!!” Though the princess had only started penetrating her, the Instructress felt literally more pleasure than she did with all the girls she had fucked in her life. “I… I-I!!… I CAN’T TAKE IT!! YOUR POWER!!! DIANE, YOUR POWER IS JUST TOO MUUUUUCH!!!” Every word the Instructress screamed reeked with agony, and the explosions from her cunt didn’t lie: the woman was experiencing, by far, the single biggest, strongest orgasms of her life… and the princess hadn’t even started with her!

“Disappointing.” Diane muttered, removing inch after inch, very slowly, of her tongue from that cunt. “I expected more of you, my master.” Her tongue and her face were being showered by that thick, sweet cunt nectar. Diane had about forty inches of god-tongue, with half of it crammed and curled inside the vagina, overfilling it and the womb, throbbing and stimulating hundreds of erogenous spots simultaneously and driving the woman to madness… and then beyond!

“DIANE!!” Her screams were arousing. She could taste the blood of the torn cunt along with its gallons of juices. Diane retrieved as much of her tongue as she could, with ten inches curled up in a ball inside the Instructress. The poor woman unraveled harder and faster than expected, shaking and convulsing at mercy of those orgasms. “GODS!!” Her screams almost struck pity in Diane’s heart. “GODS, PLEASE…!! SAVE ME!!” The princess could feel her tears in her thighs. The Instructress was a mere shell of her former self, and she was about to be undone even further.

“One.” Diane counted, cryptically, and then she inserted the thirty extra inches of her tongue back in the woman. Bulk after bulk after bulk of flesh filled her womb to the brim, stretching her waist loudly. Diane didn’t push that womb up, but instead curled the tongue as she shoved it in, adding a tremendous volume to the woman’s body. Suddenly, it all looked as if the Instructress carried over fifteen babies in her belly.

“Two.” Diane pulled her tongue and thrust it back in again. The Instructress was no longer screaming; she was just cumming. Even her gallons of squirts were interrupted by a shock in her body: her tits swelled and exploded with milk threads from her nipples. She was stiff, but vibrating, her face frozen in perpetual horror. Only faint, desperate whimpers got out of her throat, like the yelps of a helpless dog, and the princess couldn’t help but to feel even more aroused by the sorry state she left her master in. “Three.” She thrust her tongue. “Four.” She thrust it again. “Five. Six. Seven…” She stopped counting as her tongue really got to pounding that cunt. After about twenty mad blows, the pussy squirted nectar back into her face, and the splashes reached as far as the trees around them. Diane was drilling squirt from her cunt, extracting gallons from every blow, as if the tip of her tongue struck wells filled with lube, deliciously bathing herself on that endless offering.

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We were all in the shack when the disaster struck.

We were happy and jiggly, chatting nonsense just like us girls love to, totally carefree.

‘Does anyone know what Raissa and Iara are doing?’ Asked Paola. ‘They’re taking too long, don’t you think?’

And we exchanged knowing looks.

‘Iara must be fucking her raw.’

‘Camila!’

‘That’s the truth, Pri! You know how Iara is.’

And we laughed, knowing how hot and slutty we could get sometimes.

The seven of us beauties alone in that shack, cut from the outside world and all the worries that came with it… it’s not as if we had planned to be completely chaste and innocent during the whole weekend, after all.

«I’m telling ya!» I thought for a moment, watching my friends unpacking all our stuff in the shack. «We’re reeeally hot!»

Even the shortest of us —Victoria— was over 5.7ft-tall. All the others ranged from 5.9 to 6.4ft —which was the case of Vanessa, the tallest, fittest, most muscular of us.

‘I’m thinking about joining them later.’ Vanessa looked at us and winked, giving us a taste of all the sexual energy than coursed through her massive body. ‘I think we need to… unwind a bit.’

That was the mood in the shack when we felt the first tremors shake the entire mountain.

«My god!!» Camilla was on her feet. «Earthquake??»

At first, we were frozen with fear, not knowing what to do.

‘Out, out!’ I ran to the door. ‘Let’s get the fuck out before this shack goes down!’

Running quickly towards the door, we felt the floor vibrating stronger, with birds flying off at the distance.

A great trembling shook the entire forest, as if the whole mountain was waking up from a deep slumber.

‘Oh, my god! Girls! Look at this!’

We looked, and what we saw was the whole mountain shaking, and all the trees on the forest around it losing their leaves.

Vanessa gave more confident steps towards me during the whole tremor, analyzing that situation with her fists on her hips and an indignant look on her face:

‘Earthquake? Really??’

«Impossible.» I thought. There was no fault line in that region! There had never been an earthquake anywhere near that place, never!

And then… then!…

‘It’s getting worse!’ Paola started to despair. ‘Guys, this is getting worse!!’

‘Oh, my god!!’ I could already see the tears in Victoria’s eyes. ‘Guys, guys, what do we do??’

‘We stay put!’ I said.

‘Huh??’

I looked at them very patiently, all while trying to keep myself cool in the face of mounting pressure.

‘Up here is the safest place possible. You’re not thinking about running down the mountain in the middle of an earthquake, are you?’

‘But… but…’

Vanessa gave one step forward:

‘Priscilla’s right. The best thing we can do now… aahee…!’

Brruuuummm… brruuumm!!… The tremors were getting truly awful, to the point we couldn’t even remain at our feet.

Victoria cried and Paola ran in circles, desperately, while Vanessa and I tried to keep a little bit of order.

It’s as if the mountain was breaking in half.

‘M-m-my g-g-god!! Aaahee!! I don’t wanna die!’

‘No one’s going to die, Vi.’

‘I-I-I d-don’t want to… aaahee!!’

I grabbed Victoria, carelessly suffocating her with my massive, hard breasts.

It was very difficult for us to gather around, seeing that both out bosoms and rears were so, uh, let’s say ‘endowed.’

‘Priscilla! What the fuck is going on??’ Paola asked me. ‘How’s it possible, an earthquake here??’

‘I have no idea.’

Then, to everyone’s shock… booom!!

‘Oooh-aaaii!!’

Buuuumm!! Buuuuum!! Buuuuumm!!!!

‘Explosions?? Explosions, here?!’

‘Oh, my god!! It’s terrorists! They’re…’

‘Victoria, shut it.’

‘Aaaahee!’

But the booms only got louder and the earthquakes more extreme. Buuuumm!! Buuuumm!! BUUUUMM!!

I felt Vanessa’s gigantic body so close to mine.

‘Priscilla, I’m getting scared.’

So was I. If the giantess Vanessa, so tall and shredded, with more muscles than many men, was afraid of that situation, then we had all the reason to be terrified!

And then… the impossible happened!

‘My god!!! Look!!’

Looking to where Victoria was pointing, we saw… a white thread!

‘What’s that??’

An extremely long and white thread flew like a bullet to the skies, making us look up until our necks started hurting.

A thread flew high into the clouds and there it disappeared. But that wasn’t just it.

‘Oooh, my god!! My god!!’

Buuuuum, buuuu, buuuu, buuuuuumm!! While the mountain shook stronger and stronger, many more of those threads rose to the skies like missiles!

‘Is there a military base here?’

‘Oh?’

‘That looks… like a rocket, doesn’t it??’

We didn’t know anything; we could only stare defenselessly at those huge jets moving the clouds out of place due to the intensity of their strength.

Then the earth began to shake with fury, and all of us, very scared, heard powerful growls at the distance:

Oooooaarrrhhh!! Ooooaarrrrhhhh!!!’

Our hearts shivered and our pussies… oow!!… those swelled!

‘Ooow, my god!!’ Paola was drunk and frenzied with that myriad of feelings in her body. ‘My god!!’

I too thought —and felt!— the same.

‘Oooh… mmm!!’ By my side, I saw Vanessa’s humungous body finally losing its grip and falling with her knees on the ground.

She looked at me with immense confusion and a twinge of despair, not having the slightest idea of what was going on:

‘Priscilla… ooohh… Priscilla!!’

‘Ooow!! Ooow!!’

We all felt a tremendous fire burning on our waists, as if an impressive horniness had attacked us all at the same time.

‘Ooooaarrhh!! Uuuuurrhh!!’

Those roars… those calls…!

‘Oooh, my god!! Aaahe, aaahh!!’ I laid down with my forearms on the ground, feeling my pussy burn so hard I had to lower my shorts so as to give it a bit of breathing room.

Those screams were like a primitive cry, like a lion roaring to his females.

‘Aaaahee!! What’s going on…??!’

Before we had any kind of answer, a meteor fell by our side.

‘Aaahee!!’

Blaaamm!! Bloooorrsshh!! A giant white ball of… cream!… fell on our shack’s roof, destroying it.

‘Aaaahee!!’

The explosion of that meteor blasted the windows and painted all the shack’s walls white!

What fell there was something liquid, but at the same time incredibly thick and heavy.

‘M-m-my god… m-m-my…!!!’

Desperate, with my heart beating strongly, I looked up and screamed:

‘Get cover!!’

‘Oooh???’

Looking at the sky, we saw two more of those white, giant spheres falling at high speeds towards us.

BUUUUUMMM!! BLOOOOORRSSSH!!! BLOOOOOORRSSSH, BLOOOOOORRSSHH!!

‘Aaaahee!!’

Those gigantic meteors, many as large as our bodies, crashed near us, exploding everywhere in multiple thick jets of… goo… whatever that thing was!

‘Ooow, my god!! M-my god, we’re going to…!!’

‘Come with me!!’

‘Vanessa??’

The gigantic woman fled from the shack.

‘Follow me, now!’

And we followed her, not seeing too much choice.

Meteors kept falling on the ground while the earth shook and split apart —literally: cracks grew all around the solid and gigantic rocks rolled down the mountain slope.

‘Oooh, m-m-my g-g-god!! Holy fucking shit!!’

It’s as if the mountain was turning into dust!

After a few yards, we found a small cave encrusted on one corner of that mountain peak.

‘Inside, come!’

With my heart on my neck, I asked:

‘A cave?? You sure?’

The white meteors blasted all around us: bloorsh, blooorsh, bloooorssh!! The impact was so strong it caused new earthquakes!

‘Aaahee!! Aaahee!!’

The whole mountain was shaking, and the world seemed close to an end.

‘You too, come!!’ Camila, Victoria, and Paola were already inside the cave, taking cover.

‘Alright.’ I ceded. ‘I hope you know what you’re doing.’

While we ran to safety, however…

‘Oooh, my god!! Be careful!’

Viiiiiiiuuuusshhh… PUUUUUMM!!

Our bodies were blasted away as one of those meteors exploded behind our backs.

‘Aaahe, aaahee!! My god…!!’ I tried to get up but felt an extremely thick and gooey, almost scalding liquid on my back. ‘Heeelp!!’

Vanesa was in a much worse shape:

‘Aaahee… aaahee!!’ She dragged herself on the floor like a slug, with that ocean of white gel crushing her muscular back. ‘Ooow, hot!! So fucking hot!!’

All pussies, meanwhile, burned like hell.

‘Aaaahee!!’ Our minds were swirling and our bodies were burning… so fucking hot!… with that magical broth covering us whole. ‘Take your clothes off, take them!!’

‘Huuh??’

I quickly took off my shirt, tearing it up in the middle —craaaarrcckk!!— and leaving it back on the white puddle.

‘Aaahee!!’ I roared, just with my bra lifting my ungodly heavy and powerful breasts.

‘Aaaarrh!! Aaaarrhhh!!’ Vanessa too roared, undoing her clothes. ‘Let’s go!’

I confess that, even in the middle of all that chaos, I was staggered by the aggressive, almost masculine beauty of my friend.

Vanessa was extremely virile and muscular, with the two biggest boobs I’d ever seen on any woman —larger, rounder, and harder than any of us, that’s for sure.

Whenever she walked, it seemed the earth shook even harder. I almost stumbled on my own feet seeing her extremely ripped muscles —most ripped of which were her abs, which sported not two, not four, not even six, but eight well delineated, shapely muscles!

‘Cooome!!’ She screamed, seeing how she easily outran me.’

‘Yes, yes. Ooohh!!’

I saw her semi-naked legs, tightened in her minuscule shorts, and noted the gigantic, hard contour of her ass, which didn’t jiggle even in the middle of all that chaos.

I mean… she was so fucking hard! If I said she was completely made of muscle, that’d wouldn’t be too far-fetched a description.

«M-my god, what a body!» I gulped, getting a little envious myself.

By my side, another white meteor fell, blasting dangerously close to me.

‘Aaahee…!!’

I closed my eyes and felt my body flew away.

‘Priscilla!! Pri!!’ My friends screamed, but I could barely locate them in space.

When I opened my eyes, I saw myself again completely covered by that… peculiar goo!

‘Oooh, god!!’

The broth flowed slowly down my legs, conquering every inch of my skin and… penetrating my panties, as if it was alive and could smell some good pussy!

‘Aaaaheee!!!’

I couldn’t control my own horniness after being touched by that… thing!

‘Aaaheee!!’ My eyes swirled, sometimes seeing starts, sometimes just seeing everything black. ‘Aaaahee, aaahee, aaaahee!!’

The heat and the weight of that thing were no joke! I felt the hot liquid touch my vagina and fill me up with… maddening pleasure!

‘Aaaahee!! Ooooh, aaarrhh!!!’

I was feeling… so damn close!… to a climax!

Buuum, buuum, buuuuum!! Following heavy steps, I saw somebody getting closer.

‘Come here, you!’ A strong hand reached out to my face. ‘Grab it, Pri, come on!’

It was Vanessa, with her amazing body leaning towards mine.

‘Aaahee… Vanessa, aaahee!!’

I could see that the giantess wasn’t all that well herself: the pieces of goo that remained glued to her skin seemed to make her muscles, her organs, her very nerves heat up to a boiling point.

Vanessa gave one step forward and, leaning closer to me, grabbed my body with both of her arms.

‘Aaaahee!!’ At that moment, I felt the full power of her muscles, and it was no joke.

That girl was ripped! Damn! What a body, what a fucking body!

‘You alright?’

‘Mm-mm!!’ I replied, smiling foolishly.

Like a powerful male, she carried me on her shoulder and ran with me to the nearby cave, all while the world around us seemed to end.

BUUUUM, BUUUUUM, BLOOOOORRSSSH, SPLAAAARRSSSH, BLOOOORRSSHHH…!!

A steamy haze surrounded us, as if the fumes from those scalding liquids had transformed everything into one gigantic sauna.

When Vanessa got with me to the cave, the heat finally became unbearable.

‘M-m-my god!! Oooh, g-g-god…!!’

While the other girls moaned and sweat, and enjoyed the opportunity to feel the muscles of my friend, who very gently put me back on the floor.

‘Hey. You… uh, you’re alright?’

I think she could already see the shining glimmer in my eyes as I looked to her fabulous muscles.

And I mean, fuck, what an amazing face she had! Such a feminine, caramel-skinned beauty, with those eyes as black as the night and those full lips… ooow, my god!!

‘Aa-aay, I… mm… I am’

‘Mmm… ‘kay. Stay right here.’

But I didn’t let go of her shoulders.

‘You’re so strong.’ I said, and she didn’t reply.

I looked deeply at her while the world around us crumbled.

‘My god!! Are you seeing what I’m seeing?’

The white broth rained like a storm outside, slowly starting to invade the cave.

‘M-m-my god!! This smell!! I know this smell!! It’s…’

I fondled my friend’s extremely ripped back while she, with one hand, touched the liquid glued to her body and smelled it.

‘This… this right here is…’

I completed for here:

‘It’s cum!’

The hottest, thickest, densest cum we’d ever seen.

‘Whaaat???’ Camila got close to the lakes outside the cave. ‘How?!’

Paola was the second one to place her hands on the liquid, giving a surprised screech.

‘Oow, god!! It’s hot! It’s sooo hot!!’

Victoria, a little more daring, sank her hand in those thick fluids and let it there, cooking inside.

‘Aaahee… aaahee!!!’

She felt such a strong agony in between her legs that she opened up her trousers to let some of the heat off.

We were all visibly shaken by the virility of that broth.

‘M-my god, what… what is this??!!’ We always asked the same questions, maybe to compensate for out utter lack of answers.’

‘I dunno, b-but…’ Vanessa answered. ‘Whatever it is… it’s not stopping!’

We looked outside and saw everything white!

The meteors of spunk fell over the ocean of cum, provoking ever deeper and louder booms with the impact.

The amount of spunk that had covered that entire surface must have been over… oow, I don’t know! Two hundred gallons? Two thousand??

How much spunk was raining down there??

‘Is this some kind of… test? I don’t know, some scientific experiment?’ Camila asked, and none of us had a straight answer for her.

We were too lost amidst out own heat to have any capacity to think straight.

‘Vanessa, err… your boobs.’ I said to my giant friend, who looked to her naked bosom.

‘I know, I know.’

They were covered in semen, which made them hot and hard —especially the nipples, as sharp as knives.

I couldn’t resist the urge to stretch one hand to them and… touch them.

Fondling those enormous globes, I felt exactly how firm, how hard they were!

‘Ooow, my god!!’

I nearly lost my sense of weight, with my heart climbing up to my chest, once I felt the hardness of those two babies. No joke, those two felt like bloated, swollen muscles!

Vanessa looked at me with mixed feelings, not knowing how to react to my audacity.

‘You’re, mm… you’re alright?’

Nope, I wasn’t… and, at the same time, I felt in paradise!

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I had the fires of hell coursing through my veins —my thick, countless veins— and a single desire burning in my mind, making all my muscles throb: «fuck, fuck, fuck!»

Before me were two of the most delicious pieces of meat a lesbian Amazon could ever ask for: Victoria, a ‘short,’ 5.7ft-tall girl with a wonderful hourglass shape, long and athletic legs, massive breasts and a muscular, concrete-hard ass of someone who never missed a single day in the gym.

Paola, on the other hand, had that very same athletic profile, but on a much larger scale! Larger breasts, larger ass, longer and thicker legs, firmer and more well-delineated muscles, not to mention her mindblowing, 4-pack abs.

Boom, boom, booom!! Walking towards them, I took looked around, proud of all the destruction my orgasms had caused.

‘Aaahee!! Aaahe, nooo!!’ Paola immediately tried to move away, knowing full well what I could do to her body. ‘Aaahe, my god!!’

Her eyes glittered when admiring my physique, which dripped with so much sweat and heat.

Boom!! Boom!! Booom!! The entire cave trembled. Cracks had formed on the wall thanks to the intensity of my coitus.

It was time to fuck them utterly, completely, absolutely, once and for all —even if that meant making the whole cave fall over and crush us!

‘Aaaahee!! Noooo!!’

Without the slightest hint of gentleness, I grabbed Victoria by one foot and pulled her body to mine, looking at Paola with a smile.

‘Remember what I did to you, Paola? Now see me doing the same… with Victoria’s frail little body!’

‘Aaahe, no!! Vanessa, nooooo!!’

Pulling her up by a single leg, I lifted Victoria like a doll in the air, upside down, with her breasts turned to mine.

Paola hit her back on the cave’s wall, not knowing where else to flee.

‘Aaahe, aaahe, aaahe, aahe…!!’ She writhed, with her pussy quivering, throbbing, her whole body heating up with tension and horniness.

I lifted Victoria until her tight, swollen pussy was near my chin.

‘Aaaahee!! Aaahee, my god!!’ Victoria was at a loss for words, feeling my hot breath in her cunt.

‘Juicy!’

‘Aaahee!!!’

Holding her with a hand in each elbow, I spread her legs and made her pussy cum like a fruit being squeezed. Blooorssh!!

Smacking my lips, I sank my face in that swollen, agonizing, dripping cunt.

‘Aaahee!! Aaaahee, aaaaaheee!!!’

My thick, hard, seven-inch tongue rolled into that pussy. In a matter of seconds, I had that girl squirming and pleading:

‘Aaaahee, Vanessaaa!!! Aaaahee, uuaaahee, aaahee!!’

I felt the delicious contractions of her pussy, with her multiple orgasms ready to come back with full force.

‘Mmmrmm!!’ I roared. ‘Mmmr!!’

Stepping closer to Paola while holding Victoria’s body, not losing focus of her stupendous cunt, I bent my tongue all over her sweet pussy, pressing erogenous spots all over her wet walls.

Brruussshhh…!! Her cunt immediately filled up with orgasmic juices!

‘Aaaahee!!!’ Victoria screamed, but paid in kind by sinking her mouth on my sweaty thighs, licking them up to my cunt, which she now sucked in a sizzling sixty-nine. Meanwhile, Paola watched us from the wall, breathing deep while I massacred my friend’s pussy.

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My hair was drenched as she came ounces and ounces all over me. Her squirts were so absurdly potent the floor trembled around us!

I pulled my head back, ready for a second penetration.

‘Nooooo!!!’ She instinctively despaired. ‘N-n-noooo, oooh, nooooo, nooooo!!!’

Her body jumped up and tried to run away, but I kept her firm, squeezing her leg and hips.

The nectar fell in heavy cataracts from her cunt, building a huge puddle on the floor, drenching both her ass and my gigantic tits.

‘Nice little whole.’ I whispered.

‘Nooooo…!!!’ She despaired.

‘Let’s cum… let’s scream… now.’

‘Nooo…’

Booom!!! I crammed my tongue deep in her again! Bruuumm…!!! I felt all her muscles swelling and bursting with jets of pleasure, almost destroying all her organs with the mere strength of my penetration.

She didn’t scream; she no longer had any strength left for that. I closed my eyes while my face was bathed in an endless stream of spunk. Not even she seemed to believe the mad intensity of her own orgasm.

The pussy hardened and swelled, like a balloon close to bursting, and her juices flowed along my hyper-ripped back.

I could feel the long threads falling on my buttocks and forming new puddles around my knees.

I took the tongue out of her and penetrated her again. Booom!!! Her orgasms were even bulkier and messier.

‘Oooaaarrhh…!!!’

My tongue made all the erogenous spots there burst wildly. She convulsed, completely out of control, while I held her firmly by the legs, keeping her waist in place.

«I’m gonna fuck you like no man has ever fucked you, sweetie.» I swore to myself, right before taking my tongue-prick out of her and…

Booom!! Penetrating her again! Her orgasms exploded into the air! Spliirrssh-spliiiirrrsshh!!! She grabbed my hair and tried to hurt me, doing all she could to simply stop those nerve-wrecking blasts on her soul.

Her abs were rock-hard, and all her muscles were highlighted thanks to my orgasms rippling across her body.

As hard as she tried to hurt me or even slow me down, however, she never got close to even making me break sweat!

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Her orgasms broke the twenty-six-minute barrier. At that pace, she’d spend over half an hour cumming!

‘Ooorrh!! Oooorrrh!!! Oooaaahee!!!’ Her pussy explosions never stopped. Her was a burst fire hydrant flooding my ripped, rock-hard abs. ‘Aaah, aaaaahh, aaaarrhh!!’

As hard as her eyes rolled, as much as her pussy and nose bled, she still kept cumming! That led me to take some drastic measures!

‘Enough! You came enough already, you selfish cunt!’

‘Oooaarrhhh!!!!’

I did what any sensible girl would do at that moment and took my fingers of her cunt. What happened after, however, left me aghast!

‘OOOORRHH…!!!’

Freed from my hands, her body hopped into the air, squirting gallons and gallons of lubes like a frenzied cum-machine: bloooorrssshh-blooooorrssshh-sblooooorrsshh-blooooooorrsshh…!!!

‘Damn, girl!!’ I shouted. ‘Where the fuck do you get so much spunk from??!! Jesus Christ, that’s a lot of load!’

‘Aaaahhhh, aaaaarhhhh…!!!’

Her pussy looked like a machine gun of spunk. Her jets stained the walls and reached up to the ceiling, and my breasts squirted milk literally to all sides!

‘Good heavens!’ I widened my eyes.

For one continuous minute, she squirted spunk and milk, and after that… bruuum!! She fainted!

Her body fell flat on the ground, finally unconscious —though still shivering and quivering with the orgasms that kept railing her.

‘Whore… whore… whore!!’ I breathed deep, my heart beating quickly.

Her pussy, despite everything, didn’t stop quirting; for every couple of seconds, bluuursshh!!, a new jet burst out of it!

The waves of pleasure ravished her body, bursting from her waist and running all the way up to her head and the tip of her fingers, and her eyes unloaded rivers of tears coated in sheer ecstasy.

God knows how long she would keep coming like that.

«I don’t know… and I don’t care.» Drying my hands, I looked to the other side of the cave. «I’ve got other bitches to deal with.»

Yet all of them were already in a sorry state: Camila looked dead, with her wrists seemingly broken after so much fingering, and Paola remained thirsty as fuck, riding Victoria’s back as the latter paid her no attention, preferring instead to seed herself with that heavenly semen on the ground.

«Fucking shit!» I thought, looking out of the cave.

Everything was wasted, and the scent of wild male was almost nauseating. «Oh, my god… this smell!»

My breasts immediately tilted up, harder than rocks.

‘Aaaahee, aaahee… uuhe!!’

I started to feel tiny pops in my cunt, arousing further my already-swollen labia and quivering clit.

I wasn’t exactly dripping, bur rather drooling through my panties, which for some reason I was still wearing.

«My g-g-god…!!» I bit my thick lips, barely able to keep myself still in one place. «What’s going on here…??!»

The spunk kept raining down in hundreds of gallons every second from the sky, as if a million virile males were nutting, with their huge dicks, from the clouds.

The liquids fell as thick, thundering floods. White columns of steam emerged from the ground like geysers. Explosions were heard at every instant thanks to the impact of those huge spunk meteors on the ground.

‘Ooo-ooo-ooohh!!’ I groaned loudly, now really losing my shit, completely lost in the haze of those dense fumes. It was so much spunk that the air was slowly condensing and turning white.

By my side, I head Victoria scream:

‘Aaaahee… AAAAHEEE!!!’

Moving away from Priscilla, who kept coming like mad, I smiled at Vic:

‘Enjoying yourself, bitch?’

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A dominant muscle goddess begins her conquest!

Vanessa looked at me with mixed feelings, not knowing how to react to my audacity.

‘You’re, mm… you’re alright?’

Nope, I wasn’t… and, at the same time, I felt in paradise!

‘I… your boobs…’ I coughed. ‘They’re dirty.’

I squeezed those meat monstruosities with the tip of my fingers, cleaning up the slices of spunk that were glued to their perfect, shapely surface.

‘Mmm… yours too, you know.’ Vanessa spoke, with her deep voice echoing in my delicate ears.

‘Huh… huh??’

I then felt her powerful hands grasping for my mighty breasts, which were only a little less rigid than hers.

«Of course they’re not as hard,» I thought, feeling her hands sinking in my mountains. «Look at hers! It’s pure muscle!»

Vanessa slid her fingers into my bra, lifting it up little by little.

‘You need to take it off, beautiful.’ She said, with her thick lips trembling and dangling foolishly. ‘So we can… you know… get the cleaned.’

I looked deep into her pitch-black eyes, at no point refraining from touching her gigantic tits.

‘You just wanna feel my boobs… you horny bitch.’

‘Yes.’ And she squeezed them shamelessly. ‘That too.’

‘Aaahee!!!’

I had no doubt that, if she wanted to, she could rip my breasts off my chest with those two huge arms of hers.

How amazing her biceps were! They had so much fiber, so much power, so many veins running along with their armor-like texture.

‘Slut. What gorgeous tits these ones you’ve got!’

Showing herself off for me, he grabbed the middle of my bra and… craaassh!! Tore it off!

‘Aaahee!!’

My massive breasts dangled freely, bouncing jovially like the two heavy ballons of meat and fat that they were.

Juuuug, juuuuug, juuuuug!! I heard the juicy liquids juggling inside them. Those bombs were filled with milk. She was so lush!

‘Impressive.’ Vanessa consumed me with her eyes, laying back on the wall inside that cave, with her sculptural body turned to me.

‘Impressive is you, with all those muscles.’

My friend rose an arm and flexed it for me. Croooorrcckk!! I could hear her biceps hardening and growing to an impressive bulk, bigger than the arms of many professional bodybuilders.

It’s as if the statue of some Amazon goddess was gaining life right in front of me!

‘You like my strength?’

‘Aaahee…!’

And he flexed her biceps even harder. «Holy fucking shit!!» I heard its noise, like a very thick rope being tightened.

That arm alone could tear me in half with ease.

I bobbled by head up and down, hypnotized by her strength.

‘I just… like, really love your muscles. ‘

And Vanessa, giving me a smile, did something that made my heart stop!

Oooaarrhh!!’

Crooooaarrcckk!! She flexed her abs, hardening her eight unbelievable muscles to me!

‘Aaaahee…!!’ I melted, feeling less and less blood in my legs.

My sight darkened and my tongue stuck out of my mouth.

‘What are you… aaahee…’ Camila looked at us, with her mind slowly sinking in an ocean of doubts. ‘What are you… doing? Aaahee, uuhee…!!’

Frankly, I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t even care for the ocean of spunk outside the cave.

The world was ending, yet all I had eyes for was that dark-skinned monument of muscles who so seductively teased me with her dang hard body.

‘You like a hard woman like me, don’t you, slut?’

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A Greek God on Earth – Chapter 4

The view was fantastic.

‘Oooh, wow!’ She was jaw-dropped, floating near the lake’s shores while her superman unloaded gallons of lubes on the stream above the waterfall.

His penis hadn’t stopped ejaculating for ten minutes straight.

«My god!» She thought. «This guy is a horse.»

Not even horses, indeed, would come close to nutting as much as that superman.

«My god!» She licked her lips. «Muscles! So many muscles!»

The guy’s arm was literally thicker than her thigh! He must have been over 7.6ft-tall! With a body like that, it was no wonder he sported such an equally large endowment.

She licked her lips, seeing the simply unbelievable size of that phallic monstrosity. Even in cock the man was comparable to a horse or a bull —if said bull, of course, could nut rivers of precum.

‘Ooooaarrhh!!!’

Bluuursshh!! The thick gel exploded from his prick, flying as high as rockets over the waterfall.

‘My god… oooh, my…!!’ The woman melted. The male was ejaculating so many lubes that the lake was almost entirely made of gel. And more: the waters were overflowing to the rest of the valley and the forest beyond, covering the grass with his virile broth.

«How much can this guy nut… when he actually gets to the semen??» The woman licked her lips again, seeing that titan’s powerful balls dangling in between his legs.

Leaving the lake, she laid with her back on the ground, her enormous tits pointing to the sky, and spread her legs to the gigantic stud.

‘Fuck me!!’

The male immediately turned to her and roared, as if the sight of the fresh, tight, rosy cunt awakened his most animalistic instincts.

Without a warning, he made it rain ounces of lubes over that female, who screamed and squirmed while being covered by his broth.

‘Aaaahee, aaa… aaaahee!!!’

When the male was done, the female was covered by some three gallons of pre-spunk.

The male approached. Buuuuuum!! Buuuuumm!! Buuuuuuum!!! The girl’s body jumped on the ground with that horse’s heavy steps.

«By the gods!» She thought. «How can such a youth be so manly??»

The guy’s prick was so hard it pointed upwards, pressing against his abs and reaching up to his pecs.

From that angle, his magnificent balls were completely exposed, striking fear at anyone who saw them.

‘Oohee!!’ The woman tried looking at it, but the prick ejaculated loads in her face: blooorrssh, blooooorrsshh…!!

That man was an Adonis in the flesh; a Greek god statue who, quite frankly, would make the Greek gods themselves blush.

Stopping one foot away from her, the male felt his prick ejaculate another formidable load of lubes. Bloooorrsshh!! He lifted his head up to the skies and roared:

Ooooooaaarrghhhh!!!’

The earth literally trembled with his powerful call, thicker and stronger than many lions’. Soon after, he looked to his female, so defenseless and ripe.

‘Whore!’ He said, squatting down to grab her legs.

‘Aaahee!!!’ She instinctively protected herself, throwing light kicks at his body. ‘Aaahee!! Fuck!! You brute!’ It felt like she was kicking an iron statue! The super-male could barely feel her kicks. She tried kicking him harder, just to test his strength.

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The Endowned Stallion (Part 1: Cowgirls in Love) – Chapter 1

I was struck by Giancarla’s beauty as we climbed a long hill up to her barn. Her property was green with forests and fertile fields until the eye could see. Though a dense grove surrounded up, the hill was all soft grass and pretty flowers, and from there I could even see my friend’s house –a massive, Georgian-style mansion smacked in the middle of those triumphant hills. What a bitch!

“I never knew your parents were farmers.”

“They aren’t, but they bought the property a long time ago when prices were low. Making the best of a crisis, you know?” And she pointed excitedly to the barn at the top. “I couldn’t care less about farming, but I love having a whole herd of horses!”

I was trying my best not to be eaten alive by jealousy, but that was proving far too difficult. Not only did Giancarla hail from a fabulously wealthy family, but she was also probably the only bitch in college able to outdo me in… well, how do I put it? Irresistible sexual attractiveness?

As I let the girl walk ahead of me and ramble about her passion for horses and ponies, I carefully inspected her body. God, a booty like that would strike instate nous hard-ons on a ghetto! She was a pretty blonde Barbie-doll with a waist so thin it looked handcrafted, yet her hips were phenomenally large and hard, sporting a muscle ass like one you only see on Brazilian bitches like me.

As she walked, I watched her buttocks bounce. They made a coarse, deep sound of massive meat being moved around, but they didn’t bounce jovially like you would expect a fat ass to; they were so ungodly hard they remained firm, like stone, and one would even suspect she had injected fresh cement there to make them so outrageously firm.

«For the love of god, these legs!» I thought, fixing my gaze attentively on her long, muscular legs. Though she’d told me she had never gone to gym, I refused to believe it. She had the legs of an Olympic jumper or runner; legs of pure power which contrasted immensely with her thin waist, just like her ass did. «No wonder she likes horses.» I maliciously thought. «She’s got the legs of a mare.»

Without me noticing, however, my friend had stopped talking and was asking me some random question. As she turned to me, I was faced by the delirious beauty of her profile and her torso. “Hey, you there?” She asked me in a lighthearted tone.

“You’re beautiful.” I said, and the wind blowing was the only sound that followed. She too coveted my body, which was superior to hers by just a margin. If she wasn’t such a picture-perfect image of an American princess, she wouldn’t hold a candle next to my much larger, more powerful body.

I could see her biting her lips as she looked to me from head to toe, paying special attention to my abs under my tank-top.

“Thanks. You’re gorgeous.” She wiggled her hips. “I mean, of course you are. You know it, don’t you?” She pointed to my arms and my abs. “The way you flaunt those powerful guns.”

I looked down, but couldn’t see anything thanks to my gigantic tits. If she was referring to my killer 6-pack, well, she was very correct in her assessment: a belly like mine was a trophy worth exposing, and so were my beautiful arms, which bulged even while relaxed.

I touched my belly and grabbed my skin, pulling it to show how little fat I had in my body. I worked out, but not as much as anyone would expect when seeing my body.

“Three days a week at the gym,” I told her, spying her with my peripheral view. “Lots of exercises for strength and toned muscles.” I pulled my skin with both hands, showing her the perfection of my ripped, rippling abs. “I could bend a coin on those babies.”

“I bet you could.” Her voice cracked a bit. She was completely hypnotized by my masculine, virile beauty –even though I had a face and a bosom that would easily outmatch her own.

“Brazilians love that.” I flexed one arm, showing her my gorgeous biceps. “Muscle. Do you know how they call women like me?”

“Women like you?” She smiled and struck a pixie-girl pose. “You mean, hot babes?”

“Not exactly a ‘hot babe,’ but a very muscular woman. A woman with a perfect face in a tight, athletic body.” I could hear her breath getting out of pace. She knew she was beautiful, but she never had the audacity to say that aloud, much less so confidently.

Mm. No. H-how do they call women like you?”

I looked up to her and smiled. “Mare-women.” She laughed.

“Mare-women?” And I nodded.

“Yep.” I flexed both biceps, cutting her laughter immediately as she saw both babies bulge and harden on my arms. “That’s because we’re built like horses, you know.” I struck a bodybuilder pose to her, turning my left side to her and flexing my whole left arm along with my leg and my abs, creating an aura of power which was felt even on the plants around me.

Giancarla was drooling, with her jaw getting lower each second, as she saw the muscles rippling on my body, and my thigh growing so huge it stretched my jean shorts and literally started to tear it open.

As she heard the rippling noises of the fabric, she covered her mouth. “You crazy!” Her eyes were glistening. “You’re gonna…!”

“I know, I know.” I smiled to her with my perfect set of white teeth. “I can literally rip my clothes just by flexing my muscles.” I turned my torso back to her, facing her with my superior bosom. “Wanna see it?” I saw her blush and step back, fighting her own desire.

“Are all Brazilians this forward?

“Yes.” I bluntly replied. “Yes, we are.” I flexed my biceps, seeing the throbbing, thick veins bulge along with the muscle. “We have the fires of hell in our blood. Our bodies are machines of sex and sensuality.”

“Fuck, I wish I had your confidence.”

“With a body like yours, friend,” I winked at her, “there’s no reason not to be confident.”

“Uh… thanks.”

I stepped closer, flaunting my aggressive movements.

“You’ve never gone to gym? Like… ever??”

Her eyes beamed a little stronger.

“Never. What you see is juts… good blood, I guess.” She struck a bodybuilder pose just for laughs, but she was probably unaware of how strong she really was. She stood taller than me by a few inches, though none of us had anything to complain about in the height department: I was 6ft-tall, she was 6’2. We were, indeed, freakishly tall for any women, and the entire college bowed to our superior height paired by our ungodly beauty.

I saw a tenuous 4-pack set of muscles on her abs as she flexed, and her enormous, mare-like legs ripple with fibers and prominent veins.

“Fuck, girl. You are a mare-lady too!”

“Oh.” She seemed surprised. “You think?”

“I don’t think; I know.” I pointed to her body. “Look at you! Look at these!” I pointed to her belly, clearly intimidating her as I stepped closer. “Flex your abs, please. Oh, my god, you diva! Don’t you see you’re packed? Look at those four guns here!”

“Well, yeah. I guess I’m pretty fit.” As she kept flexing, I had to contain my excitement as my eyes wandered and got lost in her massive, mighty bosom.

Her boobs, much like her ass, didn’t bounce; they gently and loudly moved up and down with her body, as if made of cement or the world’s thickest fat. «Double-D cup.» I realized. «Mine are a triple-D, probably an E.» Inadvertently I flexed my chest, making my gigantic knockers ripple and attract her lustful gaze. «I’m superior to this bitch, yet her height and her fantastic face really make me doubt myself.» With my heart almost racing, I blurted out:

“There’s no man we can’t attract, is there?”

She shook her head, both naughty and humble. “No.” Our hard nipples were touching one another. We could feel each other’s firmness just by the tip of the nipples gently squeezing and twitching –the official greeting between two hot, muscle bimbos.

I was lost in her fantastic, pristine blond hair while she was coveting my dark mane. Her hair was not only soft, but it went all the way down to her hips, while mine stopped short of the middle of my back.

With a step forward, I pressed our breasts. The compression was hard, almost painful. In that touch, however, I felt something peculiar, something amazing in her body as well as mine: our breasts were not only big, not only hard, but they were full!

Like… gallons and gallons of milk must have been stored in our gazongas, for we both could feel and literally hear the liquids sloshing inside them.

Without any restraints on my tongue, I straight out asked her: “you’re lactating?” I could sense a tremendous unease in her hips, which were growing hot with all that talk.

“You are really forward!” She smiled, and I showed her just how forward I was: I lifted by hands to her biceps and squeezed them, making her yelp as I carefully inspected them, just like a farmer would do a horse.

“Strong. Beautiful, strong arms you have.” Her eyes seemed to wander to random places, devoid of support by her growing, raging arousal.

“What… are you doing?”

I stepped closer to her while pulling her body slightly to mine, making our bosoms roar are they pressed on each other and I could feel my milk flowing to the canal of my nipples. I lowered my hands to her waist and squeezed them.

“What. The. Fuck!” I squeezed them even harder, making her gasp and moan as I almost could feel my fingers meeting on her back! “Fucking shit, Barbie! You really are a Barbie doll with a waist this thin!” She smiled, knowing hers was a body to die for.

“Yeah, t-thank you. This, again…” Her eyes glistened with sin. “Good blood, you know.” I didn’t respond to her immediately, but let an uncomfortable, growing silence increase the sexual tension between us. I was about to fuck that blonde raw –in the barn, even, in the middle of all her pretty horses! «And I will show those horses what powerfucking looks like!»

“Good blood, eh?” I teased her, feeling her accelerated heartbeat under her DD-cup knockers. “Like the good American broad you are, huh?”

“Oh, wow. What language is that?”

“You know what language it is. Your parents are amazing. Your father is such an Alpha male I know he has a hard time remaining faithful to your mother –who’s a literal supermodel, damn it!”

“Oh, oh…” Her eyes wandered about, naughtily. “And who said he is faithful?”

I smiled. We were intimate. No topic was off-boundaries to us. Leveraging my position, I attacked:

“I never saw a man as big and as muscular as your father. I confess that, if I could, I’d fuck that man raw on the spot.” She looked at me with brief ire. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. I know you desire him too, and you will get first dibs.”

“Oh, you obscene…!” But I shut her up by hugging her waist and pulling her body to mine, making her breasts climb over mine and reach my throat as I bear-hugged the living shit out of her, striking her with as much fear as arousal.

“Don’t hide it. You know how hot you are. How… perfectly bred you’ve been by your stud father. Wow, look at this.” I touched the upper part of her butt cheeks. “Your ass is a fucking stone! No wonder you’re all firm and muscle, even though you never went to gym.”

“I’m n-not… all muscle.”

“But you could be with minimum effort. No problem if you don’t want to.” I winked. “With a body like that, you really don’t need anything else.” I squeezed her tighter with every word, making her whimper like a little kitten as her eyes visibly melted for my body.

My hands descended on her ass, grabbing their meat underneath the think, pink dress she wore. I could feel her panties being swallowed into her crack by her enormous buttocks –no cloth being big enough to resist their size and strength—and, as I sank my fingers in that meat, I got my lips dangerously close to hers, prompting her to both turn her face and lean forward to me, fighting desperately against her desire.

“I think that’s why you like horses: you’re not only built like one, but you were bred like one.”

“E-excuse me?”

“Horses are bred for the best, strongest, finest genes, aren’t they? The strongest studs breed with the most powerful mares, and they produce an offspring which is even stronger, mightier, more potent than their parents.”

“Oh… oh…” She felt my hands holding her ass from below, fumbling her amazing thighs, and then pulling them up, lifting her body in the process. “Is that what you think I am? A mare… bred for the best genes?”

I couldn’t resist it anymore: I laid my lips on hers, which welcomed my embrace with sweet surrender. Her mouth remained closed, but her lips were slowly opening.

I pressed my lips harder on hers and teased them with the tip of my tongue, slowly moistening them. As I kissed her, my right hand massaged her inner thigh while my left hand splurged on her ass.

The bitch was aroused! I could feel the heat bursting from her engorged, swollen cunt as I pressed and squeezed her moist inner thighs. Juices were dripping from her pussy and flowing down her legs –so many of them, in fact, that within seconds I was feeling the literal drops of lubes on my fingers.

She was not merely aroused; she was melting! As our lips briefly parted, I teased her with more sexy talk: “you know you are. Feel your thighs. Fell them!” She moaned loud as I squeezed her thighs, making her cunt loudly gush a few pints of water on her panties, raining down on my fingers and sprinkling on the grass as I felt her fiber and her muscles. “Fucking shit, these are some good muscles you’ve got! Some awesome blood, like a fine-bred horse!”

“Fuck! This talk…” I pushed her whole upper torso to mine, pressing her tits on my chest as mine almost tore a hole in her upper abs. Our noses were rubbing on each other’s cheeks and our lips were nearly touching.

“Your father knew what he was making when he was breeding your mother: he was making you. A fertile, nubile mare with strong legs and awesome muscles. Hips so wide you could give birth to a village and not even get a single stretch mark! Ass so powerful there’s enough fat here to heat a mansion, and these breasts… oh, fuck, these breasts! They’re milk-full! Beautiful lactating beasts!” My smile sedated her mind. “You’ve got the perfect genes of a breeding mare, and I guess sex with you must be powerful and relentless, for good breed like you have infinite energy on the bed!”

I could almost feel her heart on my palms as she looked to me and whispered: “y-you don’t need to guess, you know.”

We kissed. This time, it was a powerful, wet kiss. Our tongues wrestled in our mouths, threatening to suck our hearts and our lungs up. She was a hell of a kisser, but I enjoyed showing her just how mightier and stronger I was: with astounding ease, I bent her spine back, using my body and my muscle mass to pull her back and almost make her fall on the grass.

Her eyes widened once she felt my powerful muscle tongue pressing to the back of her throat… and then some!

“Holy… shit…!!” She tried to scream. “Your tongue…!”

Yeah, yeah. That bitch was discovering one of my most prized assets: an eight-inch muscle tongue, with which I was eager to explore the depths of her throat.

Our bodies crashed as I climbed on top of her, making her fall on the hill and our bosoms press against each other so hard that hers started to leak. I heard a very faint *squiiish!* as she fell and her massive bosom trembled, her body shaking and quivering under my powerful touch.

“No… please… no…” She whimpered. I looked to her chest and saw two massive stains growing on her dress. She was lactating.

“Fucking cow!” I grabbed her dress and pulled back, tightening it on her body. I wanted to see the sheer hardness of her nipples, which really seemed like they could tear a hole on such a thin cloth. I licked my lips as I saw her continuously lactate, then I felt her knees touching my belly, rubbing themselves against my rock-hard six-pack.

“Fuck…!” She gave me a naughty look of desire. “Fuck me!” I smiled wide and went for the killing. Before I could suck her mouth, however, we were both startled by a rumble coming from the top of the hill.

“What’s that?” I asked, feeling even the ground around us move. My Barbie-girl covered her mouth and looked to the barn at the hill’s peak.

“Oh, god… it’s Adonis!”

“Who the fuck is Adonis?” The way she looked at me struck me with both curiosity and desire. Her eyes were dripping with sex, just as her nipples were with milk and her cunt with lubes.

“Adonis is our stallion. Our stud. He is breeding right now.”

I looked up again, feeling the ground shake around us while the barn, at the distance, seemed to unravel under an earthquake. The place was still almost a whole mile away, yet I could feel the powerful banging as if its walls were on my ear.

I turned my scared gaze to my colleague, who could apparently read my thoughts:

“Adonis’s the one doing this?” She nodded, silently. “Alone? I mean, just a horse? I can feel the ground shaking!” And the naughty pixie muscle girl pulled her dress, highlighting her massive breasts. I heard a few tearing noises on her chest; when I looked down, I saw her nipples poking free from it. She had literally tore two holes on her dress with her nipples!

“He breeds all the mares every hour of every day. He… he…” She sighed. “He is unstoppable.” And a mighty *boom!* startled us, calling my attention to the barn, which seemed to jump on the ground as the mighty stallion fucked his way through his mares. “Two hundred mares. They were barely over fifty when daddy bought the place, but then we had to buy a hundred and fifty more to soothe our stallion.” She sighed again, making a disappointed face. “It’s not enough. Daddy’s considering to double the number just to satiate that horse.”

“This stallion fucks over two hundred mares… in a day?

“More like… in an hour.”

I was no horse specialist, but I knew that number couldn’t be possible.

“How… how is this…” She shut me up with her naughty look, which somehow answered all of my questions while saying nothing:

“You will know when you see him.” She looked down to my body, placing her palms on my firm abs. “You’re one to recognize power when you see it. I… I want your power.”

Trying to ignore the powerful sounds coming from the barn, I grabbed the blonde’s dress and teared it up. She whimpered and covered her breasts, but the task was impossible given their sheer size.

My eyes were struck by the gigantic nature of those milk orbs. “Fucking shit!” My jaw dropped as I beheld them, barely believing such perfect things could possibly exist.

I grabbed squeezed them; for a moment, I could even see the milk sloshing inside them before spilling in beautiful threads over the blonde’s body. “Aaahee!!” She whimpered, and I saw the milk form a little, hot pond in her belly.

I squeezed the breasts again and harder, making them spew milk on my dark hair and paint it white as I leaned down and drank from it. My girl quivered and moaned as I licked and slurped over her skin, having to control my own horniness as I tasted her sweet, motherly nectar.

The thing was thick! Thicker that any jizz I’d ever sucked! «Fuck, this milk is heavy!» I thought. «And sweet! It’s almost as sweet and tasty as my own!»

My girl was shivering on the hill while the ground shook around us. Even though her body was spectacular, the pounding and breeding going on in the barn were much stronger. «Fuck this horse! Is he fucking or killing his mares?»

My pussy hardened and moistened as I tried to imagine that beast in action. What size could that horse be to make such powerful sounds and rumbles? «Fuck this shit! I better make my little woman cum before this horse does us both!»

I raised my head and showed her my lips dripping with milk. As she smiled, I noticed how her lips were only a little bit smaller than mine.

“You have a wonderful mouth.” She said, and then she met silence as I moved my body over hers, oppressing her with my sheer size.

I grabbed those monstrous mountains and shook them with both hands. My girl kissed my forehead and rubbed her thighs on mine while I simply felt the milk shaking inside those beasts. They were so goddamn full that even the slightest of shakes made new threads be spilled from the nipples, and I caught them with my mouth, gargling on them as I squeezed those tits harder, hosing my face with milk.

“Fucking shit, that’s so good!” I ate her left tit and squeezed them both handsomely. I could literally hear the squishing noise as the fat threads of milk left them and splashed on my body, painting me white with that milk which was so thick that it didn’t even drip from my body, but either slowly flowed down or just stayed stuck to my skin.

Meanwhile, the naughty, horny hottie placed her thighs in one of mine, wrapping them around my powerful leg as she rubbed her cunt and clit on my powerful muscles. She was dry-humping my leg, and I obliged in her fantasy by flexing my thigh. “Fuck!” She whimpered, barely believing the girth of my leg.

“Enjoy it, sweetie.” I stared mesmerized at her tits. “Enjoy my muscles as I enjoy your tits.” I crammed my mouth again in her left tit, squeezing it with enough force to make my cheeks bloat with the abundant milk.

Fuck, it was so much milk I could barely swallow it all in time! My nose spewed a bit of fluids back on her bosom, painting it white, and one could hear my swallowing noises from afar as my throat swelled and literal pints of that juice flowed down to my belly.

I felt my stomach growing heavier as the vast, thick loads of milk fell in it like sacks of cement. Soon, I was feeling a growing pressure of my stomach expanding and holding literally over a gallon of that milk –and that’s with me sucking only one tit.

As I broke my kiss, the blasted a long thread of milk in my face –and it kept going; it kept going and going and going until the pressure was down and the thread eventually died out. Her breast was almost entirely coated in milk, and there was still the other one left for the taking.

I took it thirstily, suckling on it like a horde of strong babies. My girls squealed and moan as she felt outrageous amounts of her juices being sucked into my body, full gallons of it sloshing down into my stomach. “Fuck!!” I screamed, and the milk literally burst back through my mouth and nose.

Fucking shit! It was so much milk I literally chocked on it. I was forced to move my head away and take a breath, but the tits blasted my face with cream. “Fucking… damn it!!” Ounces of tit-jizz dripped from my chin as my girl continuously ground her hips on my thighs.

I felt her juices sloshing out of her cunt, splashing into my thighs as they dripped with nectar. A monster roared inside my breast, and I consumed those tits, sucking them mightily, lowering my hands to her cunt and aiding her in her orgasms. “Now you will fucking know what an orgasm –a real orgasm!—really is!”

I was true to my promise: my fingers pierced her panties and immediately attacked several sensible spots in her cunt, making me almost scared of the intense heat and hardness of her labia. Her cunt was not just scorching, but it was swollen!

No finger was able to do to her what I did. Her clit was engorged like a small penis, and I struck it countless times with my thumb while my other four fingers performed a pussy massacre in her labia. The bitch screamed uncontrollably in my ear while lifting her waist in my leg and hosing the most powerful squirt I ever felt leave any cunt other than my own.

The squishing sound was intense, and the heat of her juices hitting my naked thigh was so fucking intense I felt my skin burn with the contact! More orgasms came out of her as she felt electricity burn every sensible spot of her body; I was performing miracles she could have never thought possible with my hands… and I was just warming up!

“Fuck! Oh, my god!!! You’re so fucking good!!” She bit my earlobe and climbed on my body. “Oh, my god…!! I’m cumming!! I’m fucking cumming!! I’m cumming… fuck!! So fucking muuuuuch…!!!

A woman does not really cum, of course, if she’s still able to speak; as I picked up the pace of my vigorous fingering and my powerful suction, then, her words were completely and forever lost in her throat.

Her body squirmed as the pressure in her bosom grew too intense. As I expected, the beautiful, massive tits hosed milk in my mouth by themselves, painting my throat white while I massacred and beat that pussy into submission.

She gave long screams whenever the pain and the agony inside her body were too intense for her to handle. Her cries were long and desperate, and in a way I felt they had some effect on the faraway barn atop the hill: the pounding and loud bursts coming from it became a little fainter, as if the stallion himself was getting disconcerted (or maybe interested) by her tremendous arousal.

«Yeah, you filthy animal!» I thought, rubbing my whole body on hers with all of my clothes still on. «I bet I’m more powerful than you… you fucking stud!» I crammed my fingers so deep in her cunt I felt their tips grazing her cervix, and this seemed to burst a dam of scorching lubes from her.

My girl screamed as her pussy hosed one thick, continuous thread of lubes on my thigh. I was amazed, even scared as I saw faint steams coming from her cunt. “Oh, you filthy cunt!” I kissed her, and my tongue went to the very depths of her throat.

“God…!!” She whimpered before I mouth-fucked her throat, but god was not there to help her as I stood up and lifted her body. I kissed her and sucked her tits while literally walking uphill with her, feeling my powerful, thick thighs throb as we ascended.

After a few couple yards, I crashed with her again on the ground, and her tits expelled milk in two messy explosions, painting my body as I stood on my knees, each leg on one side of her waist. “Fuck…!!” She exclaimed. “You’re not even sweating!”

And I smiled, flexing my chest and making the cloth stretch under the growth and swelling on my tits. “Sweetie, I’m gonna sweat gallons right now!”

To her dismay, I tore my shirt up and threw it away. The thick cloth ceded like paper to my powerful muscles, and once my tits were released I could feel her cunt juices splashing on my abs; she had literally cummed just by looking at my body!

“FUCK!” A strange wave of energy ran through her body, electrifying her tits and making them squirt milk over twenty inches up in the air. “FUCK!! OH, GOD…!!” Her body experienced an electric rush of multiple orgasms as she looked to my naked, wide, muscular torso.

I flexed my chest and made my breasts stand on a high angle, my nipples literally looking up as I performed that flex with ease.

“Fucking look at that body that’s gonna breed you!” I stretched my arms and flexed my guns. Two massive mountains grew on my arms as I felt the veins rippling and throbbing all over them.

“Oh, fuck!!”

I wasn’t even half-done: “look! Look at these powerful abs, my gorgeous, luscious mare!”

She squirted another big, fat one as she looked to my hardened abs, the six-pack swelling so hard another set of two muscles appeared below them. The veins multiplied and throbbed all over my torso, with many growing at the base of my tits and making them harden like muscles.

«Fuck!!» I almost had to control my own arousal as I felt the milk heating up in my tits.

The heat was brewing to the point of making the liquid boil! Very faint, light threads of steam left my nipples, quickly dissipating in the pleasant air before my blonde could see them. If I didn’t watch out, I would be squirting milk uncontrollably, with such strength I would probably even hurt my tits.

I took a very deep breath as powerful gushes of squirt hit my abs. Looking down, I effortlessly lowered my hands to my friend’s cunt, looking royal and elegant as a queen, and finger-fucked it with my whole hand, making the poor creature put her tongue out and scream a thousand profanities to the heavens:

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM!! FUCK, I’M SQUIRTING SO FUCKING MUCH!! FUCK, I NEVER SQUIRTED SO MUCH WITH ANYONE, GODDAMN IT!! YOU… YOU… YOU!… YOU FUCKING HORSE!! HOLY SHIT, YOU’RE POWER FUCKING ME LIKE A STALLION! YOUR FINGERS ARE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ANY PENIS! DAMN IT, OH, YOU’RE POWERFUL!! I’M CUMMING SO MUCH AND FEELING MY TITS EXPLODE!! PLEEEASE, MY GODDESS!! MY MUSCLE SPARTAN BEAST, PLEASE!! MY BRAZILIAN BEAST, I BEG OF YOU: HARDER!! GO HARDER, HARDER, HAAARDER, PLEASE, UNTIL MY PUSSY TURNS TO JELLY!!”

Laughing at her obscene arousal, seeing and feeling her cunt hose pints of squirt and vast, dense puffs of steam on my arm, I took my hand away from her pussy and stood up, ready to put on a little show. “You want power? Alright. I’ll give you power. But first, my horny mare, see if you can really take… my real muscles!” And, turning my back to her, I started to rip and tear my clothes off… by simply flexing my hard, thick, powerful muscles.

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