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That priest, however, ticked all the right boxes. On usual circumstances, oh, she made her tongue slip, her mouth water, and her cunt drool. The beast was 8’5ft-tall –taller than many angels—and weighed over 1,000 pounds of muscle in his near-zero-fat body. She squirted all over the clouds just thinking about him, her pristine, diamond-like juices showering her surroundings as she saw his muscles bulging, his arms swinging, his powerful glutes flexing, his thighs hardening as he power fucked that woman.

The mere thought of that beast fucking was enough to draw hot breaths and loud whimpers from her. That bulging bull, brimming with virility, sprinkling his sweat all over his cathedral as he tore the habits of his sisters and fucked them senseless until the chair and tables and stone walls cracked under his relentless thrusting, was more powerful than several hundred stallions in his gentlest of fucks; in his hardest, oh, he couldn’t be compared to any animal (or herd of animals) neither on Earth nor on Heaven or Hell.

When he was fucking with his full might, he stood on a league of his own. The monster literally drilled his lover through a wall and into a large arena, which he proceeded to crack and destroy with his relentless pounding. Lumina saw him pin his woman’s body on the ground and plow through her so fast that his waist disappeared in the air. The name of this lucky woman was Vanessa, and she too was one of the most powerful beings on Earth –powerful enough to fuck her way through hundreds of men without dropping a sweat, but not nearly powerful enough to even come close to matching her lover in intensity, virility, and sexual might. Her massive, muscular body was being reduced to pudding under that man’s bestial thrusts, which made Lumina seize under murderous orgasms as her tits stiffened and the milk literally boiled inside of them.

She felt steam come through her nipples. She was about to burst at any moment, she could feel it! «Fuck!! What is wrong with that man?!»

The priest, you see, though usually a massive, virile being, was growing beyond anything even her nastiest, most sordid dreams could concoct. In his ‘normal’ state, the man was 8’5ft-tall and 1,000 pounds heavy, which was some consolation to her, who stood at 9’5ft-tall and weighed over 400 pounds in breasts, ass, thighs, and some gentle, slightly-fit muscles.

As he fucked that woman, however, the priest went from the largest man on Earth to a veritable beast of muscles, more endowed than at least three breeding bulls. His height quickly ballooned to 10-feet, and his 1,000 pounds of muscles swelled to 3,500 pounds and counting, muscles growing atop of muscles while the beast plowed through Vanessa with enough strength to split the entire, massive arena from wall to wall.

Several cracks grew around the woman’s waist as the priest pounded her with animalistic abandon, and the floor sunk under their hips as the pressure and the speed of his thrusts only became more mortal by the minute.

Lumina couldn’t contain the massive waves of orgasms that rocket through her body –so much pleasure that her massive, JJ-cup tits shrunk and squirted fountains of milk into the clouds. “Aaaaah…!!!” The goddess stuck her tongue out and screamed for what felt like an eternity. It was too much for her naive, heavenly mind to understand! The waves…! “Fuck!!” The waves of pleasure burst from her waist all the way up to her breasts, making the muscles of her chest flex so brutally the gallons of milk were almost exploded out through her nipples like volcanic bursts –and all of that simply by watching the sheer virility with which Gaston fucked his bitch senseless.


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A Mouthful from the Priest

Vanessa didn’t know what to expect as she stepped into the church. Was God going to cure her of the fact that, well, she was one massive, cheating whore?

«Well,» she thought to herself, «that’s what miracles are for, right?» And that particular church seemed to be very prone to miracles, at least according to her friends.

At first glance, she was really impressed by the building’s presentation. «These Catholics really know how to live large, huh?» She turned her eyes to the meticulous Gothic architecture of the sprawling building, gazing at its stained windows as she knelt before one of the many long seats.

She looked at her Lord and Savior on the cross and was turned on by it. «God, what a hunk!» She whispered to the Lord in a silk, slivering voice inside her mind. «Your Son is such a hottie!» It was one of those Jesus statues where the sculptor didn’t spare expense in crafting every muscle and highlighting every ripped, tensed fiber of the body. Jesus’s thighs looked gym-rat swollen and his belly sported an enviable six-pack. Hell, even his chest was wide and chiseled. The Lord had a strong, masculine face, with a long, rectangular jaw, a long messy beard, and the blood pouring from his forehead into his muscular body made his sweaty frame even sexier.

Looking at that idol of redemption and self-sacrifice, Vanessa pucked her lips, then bit them, wondering how long and hard Jesus must have been in real life. «Given that he was the son of God, he must have had many blessings that the Bible doesn’t describe.» She smiled, looking at his long, strong, muscular legs, oh, my!

Some older ladies stared reproachingly at her, and she tried to breathe more calmly and gaze less lustily upon the Son of God. She couldn’t help with the reproving looks anywhere she went, though, especially in such a holy place. Mary Magdalen herself wouldn’t cause such stir if she walked naked in the temple of the Pharisees!

Not that he dressed immodestly or anything. «With this body of mine, there’s no way I can look modest. Like, ever!»

She was right. Even as she covered herself with a beautiful, white dress that looked like a tunic or a hijab, she still couldn’t hide the aggressive shape of her athletic body. Standing on the crowd was an unavoidable issue everywhere as she rose 6.2-feet above the ground with a massive, over-muscular frame to strike jealousy at any fitness goddess.

Her massive melons were proportional to her towering height: easily double-G cups that bounced very slowly, powerfully, and noisily everywhere she walked. They were not only unbelievably large, but also hard! Almost pure muscle, in fact, as if her fat was made of some uber-concentrated gel.

Yet there was way more to her body than just her world-shattering knockers. Her arms were ripped and bulging, thanks to the many years of intensive work-out dedication, and her waist was thin, but visibly firm and muscular. Whenever she went to the beach, dudes and ladies alike were jaw-dropped by the eight-pack she so casually displayed. Marvel-movie instructors usually checked her out for tips on how to train new superhero actors!

She was a thick, super goddess who felt no shame in having naughty, lusty thoughts about the Lord or whomever, honestly. With thighs as powerful as hers, she could easily crush any man foolish enough to provoke her. Her legs were built like boulders, and her ass had the firmness and power of two Everest’s. It was a rear so impossibly hard and large she needed two hands to count the traffic jams and accidents she had caused by men (and girls) checking her out.

Clothes, indeed, seemed to be the biggest of her problems. She had the height of a girl and a half and the body mass of easily three, maybe even four women, so every piece she bought and every custom dress she ordered needed to account for all that size. All in all, her full wardrobe was worth an entire factory. In a single day, she must have worn enough clothes to dress a small European village –and that’s with her trying to be modest, as was the case on that special day.

She pretended to pray while she spied her surroundings with her big, dark-caramel eyes, moistening her large, thick, naturally-amber lips as she tried to understand what was so special about that church. «Girls never shut up about it. It’s almost an obsession!»

“You’ve got to go there!” They said, always cryptically, with naughty smiles in their faces. “It’s really going to cure you of all your ailments.”

With a deep breath, she felt her sturdy gazongas defying the fabric of her dress. She couldn’t know what they meant by it, but deep down she had a faint understanding of the matter. She wouldn’t dare to miss on the church, even if she herself no longer believed in the foolish dogmas of her parents.

«Marrying was such a stupid idea.» She thought as she undid her praying stance and held the golden ring in her hand, screwing it around on her finger while she contemplated whether that idea was really worth her time. «A woman like me ain’t made for just one guy. Oh, no.» She felt the fire burning in her breast, them spreading around her wide, powerful mare-like hips. «Oh, no, no, I’m not.» She thought, giving a lascivious smile to Jesus.

Her body alone would require five guys a day to be satisfied –which was exactly the amount of man-flesh she consumed during college. It was usual for her to crack the cocks of lesser males and even wreck the beds of a few dorm rooms too many when she was feeling particularly aroused. She couldn’t help it, of course: when you’ve got the body of an Amazon goddess, you fuck like a fucking goddess. It was not her fault that men were rarely up her level. «It was so stupid of me to think…» She twisted her lips, «that my fucking husband would.»

Her poor husband! What a hunk, what a gentleman… and what a cuckold! She couldn’t help but feel really bad for cheating on the poor bastard, even though he was as perfect a husband as any wife could ever wish for. «Well, guess that’s just my nature!» She sighed. «A scorpion is made for stinging, a dog is made for barking, and I… I am made for fucking! You can’t expect anything different from me.» She stuck her large, imposing tongue out of her mouth and licked, very slowly and sensuously, the side of her lips. «Nor can you expect chastity or loyalty from a mare with the soul of a rabid snake like moi

Well, it was useless. If she was having these kinds of thoughts in church, no amount of confession would ever cure her. Her girlfriends must have just been playing with her, «those nasty whores.» She couldn’t hold her thoughts back even as she looked to the dying figure of Jesus Christ and wondered: «unless the Lord comes down from Heavens and personally fucks the soul out of me, I’ll keep being the raging whore that I am. It can’t be helped. I’ll divorce my husband’s ass, take half his money, and fuck my way into oblivion until my beauty eventually fades.» Which, she later pondered, would take a hell-a long time. «My body is so good,» she felt again a burning heat growing inside her, making every muscle of her massive physique throb and ripple, «that gravity will only have an effect on me when I’m 80… if that!»

While she was thinking about her awesomeness and getting off just by imagining her naked self, something else called her attention: by the sound of it, someone was coming from the back of the temple and walking towards her.

She opened her eyes. Everything froze for a second. «Oh…»

Walking towards her was a figure she had only pictured in her nastiest dreams or peeked in the covers of the filthiest erotica. Sadly, it was not a naked figure, but its sheer size and weight made all the sexy work for her imagination. «Fuck!» She thought again, resisting the urge of rubbing her eyes. «Who the fuck is this hunk??»

Stradling along the middle row of the cathedral, a priest made himself heard with his mighty steps and the loud, powerful swings of his humongously built arms. He was dressed all in black, with that clerical collar on his neck, and it was ridiculous how thick the man was!

God! The collar alone should have been worth the cloth of three other collars, for his neck was unbelievably wide as well as muscular, just like the rest of him.

Even though that man was all covered in tight, black clothing, that only seemed to make him more obscene. «Jesus Christ, look at those legs!» Her heart stopped. «What the fuck is that bulge??» In the myriad of muscles of that man, indeed, one feature between his legs became inescapable to any prying eye: a daunting mass of meat badly hid beneath the dark pants; a huge, sprawling snake clumsily curled into itself, with many knots and ties trying to make its gargantuan length just a tad bit less obscene.

By the time that walking, breathing piece of sin got to her, the poor woman was panting. The man gave her a most beautiful, shiny of smiles, and then she admired his perfect teeth like a rancher would the teeth of a horse –a huge, mighty, study stallion with balls worth five other horses!

“You must be Vanessa, right?” The priest asked, and for a moment she thought she was hearing the voice of god. That stud had the deepest, thickest voice he’d ever heard. Not even her husband managed to be so grave.

“Mm-mm.” She nodded like a little girl as that huge tower of a man stretched his massive, open palm to her.

“I’m father Gaston. Very nice to meet you.”

She looked to his hand, his arm, and felt a sudden tightening of her labia. Her cooch was not only wet, but soaking the tight, expensive panties that, for some reason, she thought would be a nice idea to wear on that day. Inside her crotch, she felt her ovaries working overtime before the scent and the aura of that man whose body, voice, size, and weight screamed nothing else but “I’m a perfect breeder, and my purpose is to solely fill up big ladies like you with dozens of strong babies.”

Before she even realized, she had spread her huge, thick legs a little, shaking the hand of that stud and feeling his power. «By… the fucking… gods!» She felt an explosion inside as she saw how her big, strong legs dwarfed in comparison to the massive hands (almost hooves!) of that man-bull.

How big was that stud?? Seven feet?? Eight?!

She could easily estimate the height of a man up to 6.6 feet, which had been the tallest dude she’d ever fucked –her husband—, yet that hunk tore past any of her metrics. He was a towering elephant, a monument of virility she never thought possible in the human race.

Men that big simply weren’t real! Like… their existence was a biological impossibility!

Yet there he was, a miracle turned flesh, shaking her hand vigorously and displaying the kind of effortless power that could be equal parts dangerous and arousing. That was a man who could elevate her to the heights of pleasures… as well as kiss her with a flick of his fingers!

Every inch of his massive, horse-like body screamed “power,” and there he was, wearing those constricting clothes, when instead he should be tearing her pants apart and sticking his mighty rod in her…

“So,” he broke her train of thought with his mighty voice, “you’ve got a confession scheduled for today, right?”

She tried her best to pick up the pieces of her mind and reply with her usually firm, “strong-independent-woman” voice.

“Y-yes.” She failed. The priest smiled, opened his arms and invited her:

“Then let’s start. I’ve never seen you before here, dear. Are you a regular of this church?”

«With a hunk like you as the father, I might as well become.» She thought as she bit her lips and answered with a more calm, confident voice:

“I’m not much of a faithful person, father. Honestly, I’ve never been to church since my teenage years. It was a phase that has long passed, but now…” Her eyes glided down on the man’s back. “Now I need help. Lots of help… father.” She was hypnotized by the rise and fall of that man’s powerful glutes. He had an ass almost as overdeveloped as hers, with the difference that his… was pure muscle!

«I can see the ripples of his muscles fibers under his pants!» She thought as her heart raced. «What the fuck! What is a guy like this doing as a priest?!» She walked with her legs closer together, rubbing her cunt as they approached the confession booth.

“Well, sister, whatever problems you may have, rest assured that they will be resolved today.” And he gave one final look at her before stepping into the booth. “I promise.” She saw a distinct fire in his eye right when he entered the enormous box. «Holy fuck!» She thought. The thing was easily four times the size of a usual booth. Lavishly decorated, of course, and apparently custom made for the cocky giant.

The priest waited for her inside.

“You can come in, dear sister.” He talked to her really like a shepherd to his flock or an older brother to his beloved sister. That authoritative, commanding tone made her groins burn like wildfire. As she spread her legs quickly, she felt drips of hot liquids on her thighs. Her cunt was literally dripping with arousal. «Jesus, girl, keep it together!» She looked up before entering the booth. «I know he’s a hunk built like a fucking boulder, but please, try not to be so easy!»

She never felt like that with any man, not even the bona fide horse that was her husband. There was something special about that guy; something ‘extra’ –other than the fact, of course, that he was the biggest human being she had ever encountered.

The massive woman entered the booth, which was large enough to accommodate two or her. Inside, through the wooden partition standing between them, she realized that, even with all that size, the booth seemed too small to contain all the size of the unholy priest.

The massive stallion noticed her curious look and smiled.

“This was the biggest the Church could find in the country.” He pointed up. “I’m glad it fits you, for you too –if you pardon my noticing—are a big person, a very well-built and muscular woman, but I guess it’s still too small for me.”

She cleaned her throat while looking at that massive man sitting before her. It was a pleasant weather outside, but the booth seemed to get as hot as an oven after just a few minutes with both of them inside. A faint steam formed outside it as the two well-endowed creatures gazed longingly at each other’s perfect faces –the perfect female watching the perfect male, and vice-versa.

Her heart beat with distinct arousal, whereas his was calm, though also naturally powerful. For every throb of his, hers throbbed three or four times. Before she could even think of something to say, she realized she was sweating cold. «Holy shit, girl! Get a grip! Be as mighty in will as you are in body!» The priest cut her off, however, seemingly reading her mind:

“Are you nervous, sister?”

She didn’t look at him as she answered. For the first time in her life, she was just too scared.

“I guess I am, father. The weight of many sins falls upon my shoulders. Sins that I’ve committed and…” She risked one glance at the stud, «sins I want so desperately to commit.»

All the time the father was laughing, though less condescending and more… enticing.

“What are those sins you have committed, my dear, beautiful big sister.”

She crossed her legs, making the wood of the booth creak.

“Is that how you speak to all your faithful, father?”

“To those who are beautiful and praiseworthy, definitely.” His eyes were set like stone in her body. His confidence was unparalleled. Jesus, she had never met a man even half as self-assured as that massive, walking piece of distilled masculinity! Still, she tried to clap back:

“What if some of them feel offended?” She quickly added: “What if I feel offended?” And the priest quickly replied:

“They never do, just like you aren’t.”


“Of course not, sister. I beg your pardon (again!), but you can take a good look at me. Women (and their husbands) are never offended when they get complimented by a gorgeous male like me. It’s part of their nature, you know, and my particular way of serving god.” He winked. “I spread beauty and prosperity through the word.” And she felt, deep down, that these were not the only things that father spread in his faithful.

“Very arrogant for a father, don’t you think?”

“No, my sister. It’s not arrogance, it’s just nature.” The huge bull moved around the booth, making it creak so hard it almost felt like it was falling apart. “But let’s go to your sins, which you need confessing. Tell me, sister, what is that brings you back to church?”

She had the urge of screaming “your raging, massive cock!,” but she got a hold of herself. In fact, her arousal briefly went into the background as the guilt set in and she confessed her sin:

“Father… oh, handsome father… I have cheated on my husband.”

“Uh.” The man simply said. God, how deep and powerful were even his most casual grunts!

“Many times. I have cheated on him many, many times. I have tried, oh father, to control myself and be a good wife, like the church or even society expects me to be, but to no avail.” She then looked at the massive man, and her face couldn’t resist a smile. “You see, father… I like men. I like big, massive men, with equally massive, horse-like cocks in their legs.” The father stood firm, smiling placidly, completely unshaken by her words.

“You’re very descriptive, aren’t you, sister?”

Her smile only grew bigger and shinier, with her legs slowly spreading apart and her whole self feeling much more comfortable inside that scalding box.

“Father, there’s no way not to. I think it’s important for you to, uh, understand the dimension of my sin.”

“Of course, sister.” The man stood fatally still. His eyes seemed to be sucking her soul and massaging her womb. “Continue. How many men have you slept with since you married?”

“Father,” she gulped, “I’ve lost track of it, honestly. I was faithful for a few weeks, but then I fell into the world. I don’t know what I can do to…”

“Let me stop you right there, sister, for I believe you have not heard my question right.” There was a burning, volcanic heat coming from him. “How many men?”

“Oh… is that important?”

He simply said:

“You will answer as I ask.”

Her pussy squirted a few threads of juices in her pants. Her body shivered and her right hand grabbed the partition in from of her. When the father spoke, she felt as if a finger had stroked her clit. Unwittingly, she experienced a quick orgasm there in the booth, and her sex juices formed small puddles on her feet, dripping copiously through her legs.

He found some courage and strength to reply:

“I’ve lost count of the men, father. I guess they were one a day, at first, then two, then five.”

“You’ve slept with five men a day?”

She felt a quick rush of shame flow up to her head –though it was quickly replaced by arousal.

“I used to. Now… oh, father, I usually do orgies with ten men a day.”

“Are you the only woman in those orgies?”

“Father, I-I don’t see how’s that…”

“You answer as I ask, slut, or I’ll end this confession.”

Her labia expelled a few more cups of cunt juice before she continued with her wavering, quipping voice:

“Father… yes, father, I am the only woman in these swarms of studs.”

“Well, oh, well, sister. And can you take all ten men by yourself?”

She looked up to that mountain of a guy, lust burning in her eyes.

“Father, ten men are my bare minimum. I need to fuck them three or four times in succession until I get my satisfaction. It’s frustrating, father, for even the strongest, sturdiest studs can’t take my body.” She ran her hands through her body, feeling the infinite folds and valleys of her mountainous muscles. “I milk them dry with my powerful cunt time and time again, yet most can’t take two sessions of fucking with me. Even as I let them rest for an hour, they never fully recover.”


Her hands climbed to her bosom, teasing an unbuttoning of the dress that shut her massive, double-G cup breasts from sight.

“I fuck three at once until they collapse in exhaustion on the floor, then I keep going until they’re all asleep, usually less than two hours of fucking. I’m thinking about sleeping with twenty men at once to see if they can keep up, but that’s never a guarantee.” She laughed with distinct arrogance. “Father, I’m afraid I need at least fifty men to get my satisfaction.”

“And your husband can’t perform his husbandly duties on par with your… mm, how do I put it?” He smiled. “Prodigious fecundity?”

She shook her head.

“My husband is an incredible man. A big, 6.6ft-tall, 250-pound, 14in man… yet he’s still just one man.”

Something in her confession caught the attention of the father.

“Fourteen inches, you say?”

“Yes, father.” She played with her tongue in her mouth, biting it while pressing its tip against her cheeks. “That’s the size of his cock.”

“Hard or soft?”

The question amazed her for a minute. «I mean… of course hard! C-can any man be fourteen inches soft?!» Still, she answered:


“Mm. Good.”

“H-he’s…” She tried to get her upper hand on that arrogant servant of the Lord. “In one thing I married right: he’s the biggest man a woman can fuck!” The priest then chuckled. “What’s so funny about it?”

“Oh, dear.” He looked straight at her. “He is not.”

Her legs were spread as wide as that booth allowed, with her knees touching each side of the cramped box. Her heart was racing; her sight, almost blurring.

“You… well…” She shook her head. “I want to be faithful to him, father. I want to be… a little less horny than I am today.” She dared to look at him. “I suppose you don’t have a solution for that, do you?”

As the priest moved very slightly in the booth, the whole cathedral seemed to rumble.

“Oh, sister, I do have a solution for you.”


“It has nothing to do with chastity, however.” He moved closer to her, his face towering over her body behind the partition. “You will always be a slut. A filthy, powerful, raging slut.”

“How dare you…”

“Shut up, whore, and listen.” Her body froze as the father commanded: “You will never be faithful to your husband –or faithful for any one man, for that matter—because that’s not your nature.” He turned his mighty gaze all over her massive body, examining her just like a hunter would do his large prey. “You’re a mare. A giantess. You’re a powerful boulder of a lady who requires dozens of men a day to survive. I know your kind and I don’t reproach you. The power the courses through your veins is comparable to the power of the Lord Himself: a pure power of creation and damnation; the power to give life, as well as to drain the life and the milk of all the several cocks you milk. You’re a beast, a titan, and there’s nothing in this universe that can cure your sex-crazed addiction if not more sex, and harder sex –fucking like only beasts can, for that’s what you are.” He showed her his teeth. “A fucking beast.”

At that point, Vanessa was panting, her breast powerfully stretching the fabric of her clothes, slowly tearing it open as she helplessly fought back:

“Then you mean… I’m hopeless?”

“No. There is one hope for you, though it does not lie on chastity or even strict loyalty to your husband.”

“Well, what hope is that?” She crossed her arms, making her huge milk-makers even more bloated. “Fuck my way to an early grave?”

“No.” The priest’s body seemed to enlarge. “Fuck just one other man.” He turned a large finger to his chest. “Me.”

A mixture of feelings ran over her body, which seemed in flames as she felt that priest becoming even larger, stretching the dark, restricting clothing in his gargantuan body.

“What did you say?”

“You’ve heard me right, slut. You’ll never be faithful, but at least you can replace all these lesser men for a man who’s up to the task.” Again, he pointed to his chest. “Me.”

She thought of laughing, but that man’s face was one no person could laugh at –not ever her mighty self.

“P-please!” She whimpered. “Y-you… oh, you can’t be serious.”

With a voice as deep as the bowels of the Earth, the preacher commanded:

“Open the partition.”

“Oh.” She just looked at the barrier between them, not for a second considering to disobey the massive man or even leave the booth and storm out of the church. Her hands wailed around the box until the found the slot for the partition. Slowly, she pushed it open, revealing the massive body of that human stud. “Fuck!”

The guy seemed even more massive when sitting down, with the obscene endowment in the middle of his pants looking like an engorged mountain of serpentine meat. Her eyes were throbbing just as hard as her heart, with her whole body shaking like a female pussy in heat. “Fuck!” She repeated. Her gaze could not get enough of that massive manhood resting between the man’s tights.

He spread his massive legs, making a coarse noise in the cabin. The sound of his meat logs was almost like a large, iron door rumbling. His thighs were as huge as Greek columns, yet so much harder!

Without control of her movements, she put her hands on those massive legs and squeezed them, feeling how his skin didn’t bulge even a fraction of an inch. That monster was harder than steel.

“Holy fuck! Do fathers work out?”

“I never worked out my entire life, bitch. This what you see is what Mother Nature gave me.”


“I’m a blessed man.” The father laid his hands in his crotch, fondling the serpent that lied there, semi-dormant. The monster between his monstrous legs was slowly waking up, twitching and throbbing as it felt the fresh female meat so close to it. “I’ll help you with your ills, and after that you’ll need no other man but me.”

“How c-can you…” But she squealed as the father grabbed her head and pulled her hair, squeezing her neck with the other hand just powerful enough so she could feel the immense strength that bison possessed in each of his plentiful muscles.

“Shut up, whore, and listen. I am the only bull you will ever need in your life. After your cunt is stretched and massacred by my cock, there will not be a man (or horse, or donkey!) who’ll be able to satisfy you.” With one hand, he grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it, making the massive knocker lactate.

Vanessa whimpered as she felt her juices bursting from her cunt. She was orgasming, or at least very close to it.

“I will fuck you day and night until you beg for me to stop. But I won’t stop, whore, I won’t; instead, I’ll keep pounding your slutty butt and cunt until they’re a puddle of meat as mushy and soft as the juices I’ll extract from your cunt with my massive, donkey dick.” A demonic smile appeared in his face as he serviced his hand with her breasts. “You said your husband is fourteen inches hard? Very well. I just so happen to be sixteen inches… soft.”

Her heart froze.

“What?!” She yelped maybe a bit too loud, forcing the father to squeeze her neck harder.

“Shut up, slut.” Yet her mind couldn’t shut up: «what?! What did he say?!» He was sixteen inches… soft?! Part of her wanted to laugh, another part wanted to run away for her life, yet her entire being wanted to submit and… be torn in half by that bull; that horse stud in a human body! “Fuck!!” The heat that consumed her seemed to come from the bowels of hell itself.

The father let her go, and she realized he had effortlessly lifted her body up a few inches on the chair. As her incredible rear hit the cushion, the booth creaked loudly. Smiling like the devil, the priest pointed to the monstrous volume twitching and hardening in his pants.

“I want you to go down and suck me, bitch. First, I need to see if you’re big enough to handle my tool.” While her mind wondered what he meant by “big enough,” the father kept bragging: “you’re clearly the biggest woman I’ve ever met, and easily one of the biggest on the planet, yet size alone is not enough to prove sexual prowess, you see.”

She managed a naughty smile.

“And what I said about the orgies? Isn’t that enough?”

“Bitches lie all the time.”


“If there’s one thing that can’t lie, it’s your lovely mouth on my cock.” The father unzipped his pants, exposing the white boxers stretched by that… fucking outrageous Lock Ness monster of penile meat. “Suck me. Suck me until I dump my load, you fucking whore.”


“Once you’ve had a piece of me, you can go back to your husband in peace. You ain’t fucking any other men but him… and me.” He gave a smile so arrogant even a college jock would call him an “asshole.” “Two men for the rest of your life instead of hundreds. Seem like a good trade in the name of your virtue, right?”

“You…!” But she was cut off:

“Shut up, whore.” He pointed down to his massive member. “Get the taste now of a real man. Come on. If you pass this test, then I’ll do to you what your husband or fifty other men combined can’t ever do. Suck me… or get the fuck out.”

Not a second thought ran through her mind as she gazed upon that scary monstrosity. «No! It can’t be! This whole beast can’t be real!» The prick was all curled over itself like a sleeping anaconda, and still it had in diameter more than most cocks had in length. «Fuck!» That penis couldn’t be real! It was anatomically impossible for it to be.

But there was only one way for her to know: assuming a penitent pose, she knelt before that man and crammed her face against his vast manhood.

The thing was hot and hard. Actually, the hottest and hardest thing she’d ever felt on a human body. «It’s harder than my husband’s biceps when flexed!» And probably thicker too. With her tongue out, she slurped all over that prodigious endowment without even bothering to take out the pants, feeling the blood flow inside it even beneath all that cloth.

“Bitch likes eating clothes? Wipe it out, you stupid cunt.”

She looked up, never able to get angry at a being so perfectly sculpted and a face so divinely masculine.

“I’m afraid of what I’ll see. Ouch!!

With a powerful motion, the man slapped her cheek.

“Stupid hoe. Taste my manhood before I get angry and force it down your body.”

“Oh, daddy!” She whimpered, sliding her fingers inside that man’s pants and trying her best to pull them down. As hard as she tried, however, she kept failing. Only after many minutes could she pull that cloth down, for the man was so massive he stretched it to the brink of rip-and-tear.

Under the dark pants, he saw the prized manhood he so possessively guarded. The monster, all curled up, was like a tumor in his boxers. He could already see its meat from many parts of the over-stretch undergarment, throbbing and spewing juices from its engorged cum-slit.

With her tongue out, she tried her hardest not to cum as she pulled the boxers down. Then… *flomp!* The monster was freed.


The creature literally punched her face as it sprung free from the constraints of the cloth. *punch!* *flooomp!!* The noises it made were coarse and bestial. As it set soft on the booth, it reached down to its floor –a penis longer than the entire body of a child!

“Holy fucking…!”

*Slaap!!* Again, her face was met with a blow from the priest.

“You giant, disrespectful whore. Don’t you see we’re in the house of god? Watch your mouth, slut, or rather: shut it up with my manhood in it, which is the only true manhood you’ll ever get the honor to feel!”

That monster sure was sure of himself… but how couldn’t he be?? She was still frozen before all of… that! That man’s soft cock was longer than a man’s whole arm, and when she wrapped her hands around it, she realized her fingers were far from touching each other on the opposite end. He was thicker than a bottle of tennis balls… and was completely dormant.

“Shit!” Her thick lips drooled. “Shit!” As her eyes went up the shaft, they were met by the monster’s cannonballs. To say that he had balls of bull would be too much praise to any bull; that guy’s testicles were as large as fucking pineapples, and so heavy that they forced his massive scrotum down to where his knees would be if he were standing.

Placing her mouth on that shaft and sucking its meaty surface, she held one of those balls with a single hand, which was incapable of enveloping even half of the sphere! Not only that, but her well-trained, strong biceps visibly bulged and stretched her dress as he tried to lift that ball and squeeze it. The monster was as heavy as a bowling ball and as hard as iron. She placed both hands –one in each ball—and played with that bull’s sperm tanks as she drooled all over his prick.

The beast was not only long, but veiny. Large arteries as thick as fingers throbbed on that monstrosity as she tried to coat it fully with her slobber. She worked that creature up and down, lowering herself to the floor and ripping the dress on her ass, slurping and spitting and sucking all that steel-hard rod, yet still she felt her efforts were for nil: the monster was huge to the point of needing five women like her to be completely caressed.

Still, she redoubled her efforts. She wasn’t going to bow down for one arrogant priest –as massive and horse-like as this priest was.

While she worked that shaft, her hands played with his balls. She could feel the heavy semen sloshing inside them, with the sperm-makers throbbing to produce more gallons of jizz as the priest lifted his head and grunted like a caveman, filling the booth with both his bestial sounds and the steam coming from his body heat.

Uuurh!!” The huge stallion roared. She squeezed those sperm tanks more vigorously, knowing that this pleased him, and the priest started to move around the booth, making it creak as his massive body was overtaken by pleasure.

There was a brief fear in her that someone would hear that… but she no longer gave a fuck. «I want this animal in my mouth now!» She took the penis with both hands, which were still too few to grab and lift that indescribable anaconda.

“Jesus, you’re hung!” Her eyes doubled as that soft cock filled her arms. Her muscles were flexed and hard just with the act of holding that thing still. The man was more than huge; he was an aberration; his size made more acceptable only by matching the size of the rest of his body.

Squeezing and jerking the prick with her full arms, she felt it slowly growing hard. «God, this beast must be impotent!» She wondered. «There’s no way any guy can lift a cock this huge!» She almost laughed. «I’m pumping and squeezing this fucker with a power that would make Henry Cavill shoot his load everywhere, yet this guy…»

The monster interrupted her:

“Harder, my mare! Don’t you see I’m fucking built?! Jerk me harder if you want my seed in your stomach!”

“Holy shit!” She felt a violent contraction in her pussy and put her tongue on that shaft’s engorged head. The monster was way thicker than a fist. When she least expected, then, the creature bust a load straight in her face, almost drowning her. “Oorhh!!” A vast ocean of transparent honey coated her face, her hair, and her bosom, and then she realized that wasn’t exactly jizz, and indeed… “fuck! Is this just your precum?!”

The monster smiled.

“You will know when I cum, bitch. But I’ll have you warned: I nut like a fucking horse.”

With those words she came again, whimpering and panting as she ran her hands along that powerful mast, lubing it up with the man’s pre-sperm as the cockhead kept spewing new loads of precum on her body, enough to drench the entire seat and build a puddle on the floor, soon spilling out of the booth.

As the being engorged, she could hear the balls throbbing as they pumped more seed into the mega man’s massive body. The prick gained tremendous length in her hands, and her fingers were further stretched until she needed two full hands to envelop the whole mast of the monster. As she slobbered and sucked that mast, making her saliva drip like rainfall on the booth’s floor, her eyes were threatened by the titanic size of that ascending rod.

“God…!” Her pussy liberated juices on her panties with volcanic strength. She was cumming so hard that her fluids burst from beneath her torn-up dress, joining the lake of pre-spunk on the floor.

That monster, once hard, defied any description. It was bestial, it was demonic… it was something only Satan himself could have concocted! In the end, only a number couldn’t summarize it:

“Twenty-four inches.” The woman still wrapped her mind (along with her hands) around that massive sight before the brain could even process the number. “I am twenty-four inches long, you fucking bitch.” The priest raised his arms and laid his head on them, like a lazy king being serviced by his harem queen. “Ten inches longer than your wimpy husband. This is what a true cock looks like. This…!” The monster throbbed, “is the largest penis on Earth.”

For a second doubting her own powers of seduction, the goddess attacked that cock with all the might her many years of sluttiness have taught her. With both hands, she savagely ravished that prong while her mouth sucked the tip of the head, trying to force herself into it. The bull was as thick as two doorknobs, though, so it would need a lot more work.

Using her powerful abs, she made her dress rip as her muscles grew and her body managed an extreme, almost superhuman suction of that cock. The human-bull, for a moment, was caught off-guard by her amazing sucking. «Fuck!» He thought, instinctively holding her head and pulling it down.

She had crammed that monster into her mouth, but 23 remaining inches of monster cock still awaited for her lips. Fully aroused, that prick was totally vertical, forcing her to lift herself up with her powerful legs while bringing that beast down with her incredible arms, which strained every single muscle to their limits. Somehow, she felt that all her years of working out and crafting herself into a Spartan goddess were made just for that moment.

She cried long, fat tears as she sucked and pumped and pulled that monstrosity, ripping her dress everywhere in her body, exposing her muscular flesh to the eyes and the hands of the man, who loudly licked his lips.

“Let me see those knockers, whore,” and he tore her cleavage open. Her gazongas burst free, bursting parts of the dress with their own, pent-up energy, and they were a wild thing to behold. “Lush bitch! Look at the size of those milk melons!”

Gaggling and gurgling on his massing gong, she managed to say:

“Not as huge as you balls… you fucking bull!!”

“Less talking, more sucking.”

She moaned and went back to working that bull’s pole, while he lavishly worked up her knockers, squeezing her huge, throbbing nipples, as hard as steel and as sharp as glass, and feeling all the creamy milk that sloshed inside those humongous orbs just as she produced more rivulets of them and came creamy female spunk through her cunt.

Aaahee!!” He rolled her eyes and cried more tears of despair as her cunt contracted and expelled another orgasmic sex sauce through her panties, so hard that it made a splash on the ground.

Her tits started spewing milk with the force with which that monster fondled them. His hands were so big she could almost envelop a full breast with a single palm, and his touch was so powerful that he effortlessly milked her like a cow –a feat only a handful of men ever achieved.

Her mind raced through many obscene thoughts as she felt that pole stretching her jaw immensely. Her sleeves were all ripped and torn apart by the intensity of her jerking, which made her biceps swell, bigger than many man’s, and she felt tired and defeated after so much fondling. That guy’s dick was a force of nature! Was she really woman enough to take on a beast like that?

A new spark burned in her breast. «Fucking asshole!» She thought, and with violence she popped her full lips out of that anaconda’s head.

“Who told you too…?”

“Shut up!” She snapped back, dangling those impressive mountain-tits near his cock. “Shut up so I can milk you, you wonderful bull stud!”

Uurh. That’s how I like my bitches to be.” And he raised his head, enjoying his woman working her way up and down his pole. She placed that inhumane prick between her knockers and flexed her chest, pushing both milk globes against the rod. Her pussy quivered and her labia shut hard, expelling another wave of juices down her legs.

Gaawd!!” Her eyes almost popped. “Fuck…!!” That thing was so fucking hard! To simply feel its girth and sturdiness was enough to make her cum. “I’m cumming just by touching your cock! Oh! Ohh!! Fucking… again!!” Her eyes rolled, her jaw dropped, her lips trembled, and her whole body wailed like a spasmic metal patient as another powerful orgasm racked her body and made her cunt blast juices on the floor.

“I’m waiting, cow.”

Mmph!” She descended from the heights of that previous pleasure burst. “Arrogant little stud. Oow…” Flexing her chest and pushing her breasts against that monstrosity, she moved her body up and down the pole, wasting no time to attack it with virulence. Soon, the whole booth was shaking with her vicious movements, crushing that penis under the weight of her knockers while she practically jumped to cover it all.

With one arm, she held those two breasts in place while she used the other full arm to embrace that cock and pump it violently. Her monster bull started to growl and breathe steam out of his nostrils, his massive body rippling and expanding under his tight clothes, popping a few buttons of his shirt as the waves of pleasure were finally getting the better of him. She worked that massive pole for ten minutes until she started to feel her body sore, kicking a new gear by placing her knees on that bull’s balls and stimulating them with vigorous pulls and pushes.

As she almost knee-kicked those powerful tanks, she felt the scorching seed bubbling inside them. The giant testicles were vibrating, with wave after wave of creamy spunk coursing through his ducts like trains of virility, making his sack swell to double its initial size, covered with massive, thick veins and arteries that throbbed just like his testes and his penis.

The bull’s cum-pellets were so hot they produced steam! She felt all that burning in her skin.

«Crap! Oh, crap!!» Her muscles were getting cramped after so much action. «This giant is tiring me out!! It can’t be! Fuck, I’m just masturbating him!!»

With an arrogant smile, the monster finally looked at her:

“Tired of trying to make me cum, bitch?” She seemed surprised. “Don’t be so shocked. You will never make me nut, whore, not in a million years.” As if all her movements meant nothing to him, the monster leaned closer to her face, following it as it moved up and down, still very eager and powerful in his 24in man-rod. “Do you want me to end your agony? Then say it: beg me to cum inside you!”

Her pussy expelled new volleys of sweet girl cum as she closed her tearful eyes and swallowed her pride.

“P-please, I want your cum!! I can’t go on like this anymore!”

The monster grabbed her hair and shoulders, moving her up and down his cock on his own accord, using her like a cheap masturbatory toy.

“Say it like you mean it.”

And she exploded in words of pure desire:

“Fuck, stud!! I want your gallons of man juice deep in my cunt! Bust your buckets of jizz all over me, fill me up like the cum-whore I am, use me like a vase and a dump to all your sweet semen and fill me up like a hundred stallions, which I know is the power you hold in those two giant balls of yours!! Fuck, you’re so big and hung!! You’re so muscular, virile, and powerful!! Fill me up with your virility! Unload your oceans of spunk in me, knock me up like you’re breeding a whole harem of mares, inject your jizz in my cunt, hose me like a cheap whore, blast my womb like a balloon, and fill every inch of me with your mighty bull semen!!” She looked at him with many tears rolling down her cheeks. “Make me jizz girl juices as you jizz so hot and sweet inside me! Aaaww!!

Just like that, the man grabbed her face, moved it up his shaft and, masturbating himself with his other hand, sank her mouth and teeth into the pole, which drilled into her like a sword on butter.

“I’m gonna bust you up, slut!”

Goorh!!” She could only gaggle and cry as that monster folded her body like origami, placing inch after inch of his dick inside her while jerking himself off with incredible power.

The whole cathedral most have been quaking as that monster kicked his jacking to maximum gear. His grunts reminded her of a large pride of lions. The monstrous, pinneaple-sized balls jumped in his sack while the juice was compressed to a bullet-speed bursting point. She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable.

Oooaarrhh!!!” With a mighty roar, the male pushed her face down his face to finally penetrate her throat, which swelled like she was swallowing a watermelon.

His mighty seedmakers shrunk and he bust his nut directly inside her throat. Immediately, she sneezed a good bunch of that ocean through her nostrils. She couldn’t believe that was only his first short –and not even that! That was just the tip of his first pellet of spunk, which filled throat up like he suddenly had an entire cock down her stomach.

«Gaawd!!!» She felt the semen sloshing inside her belly and making it grow, with her dress ripping as her body stretched and inflated to accommodate the incoming spunk.

The monster’s first shot was a never-ending trail of spunk which easily filled up her stomach and throat, making her cough and sneeze most of the excess load through her mouth and nose. Yet the monster didn’t have just one shot for her –not for a mile.

As she heard the balls rumbling again, she braced for the second impact. The monster grunted long and hard as the pleasure burnt in his hips and another inhuman amount of juices sloshed from his balls.

The woman felt truckloads of seed increasing the pressure in her body, finding no other way to go but down from her stomach into her guts. The whole gargantuan cock was covered, then buried under piles of the sweet, creamy jizz as the floor too disappeared under its heavy white coating. Outside the booth, a casual wanderer could see the waves of milk leaking from the doors and spreading deep and wide on the floor. Yet the man was far from over.

Load after load after load of jizz burst from his prick with never-ending power, tearing up the woman’s dress completely as her body swelled so hard that even her muscles started to unravel under the sheer pressure insider her oversize, cum-ridden body. The spunk in her guts finally reached her anus, from which it popped like rocked fire.

Goorh…!!!” She rolled her eyes and passed out as the man unloaded wave after wave after wave of frosty juice in her, spanking her cheeks as he himself came down from the pinnacles of pleasure.

“Wake up, whore! I ain’t even half-done with you!”

Letting the force of his ejaculations do all the work, he simply took his hands off her and let her head be popped out of his dick by his new loads. The monster had shot about thirty loads when her head broke free, and the thirty-first spurt burst so mighty from his cock that it splashed on the booth’s ceiling, bursting the wood and rising half-way to the cathedral’s ceiling. And that was still nothing for him!

“Stupid hoe! You’re all naked for me!”

Goorhh!!!” She was writhing under the many orgasms of her cunt, the excessive lactations of her tits, the cramps of her muscles, and the outpouring of spunk from every orifice. Meanwhile, the man simply aimed his prick at her… and unloaded!

Splooorshh!!! Words cannot describe that massacre of jizz he did to her body: massive spurt after massive spurt propelled jizz pellets all over her body, coating her face and her hair, then her massive breasts, and her bloated belly, then finally her lower waist, drowning her under an industrial tank’s worth of spunk.

The jizz burst out of the booth in cataracts, no doubt making the whole cathedral smell like pure, condensed man juice as he just kept unloading and unloading seed on that cheap whore –a massive woman reduced to nothing near the power of his raging monster.


A single shot drowned her whole head. Another one completely covered both of her breasts under a five-inch layer of juice… then another five-inch layer on top of that. The jizzing kept going until her body was almost buried under virile bull seed, with the spunk rising so high on the booth as to sink even the man’s knees under a white, steamy ocean.

When he was done, the man-stud had unloaded over a hundred shots of seed on the woman, who was –by some miracle of God—still conscious.

She panted and looked amazed at her stallion, seeing that even her arms were sunk under the spunk.

“What… what…?!” «What the fuck was that?!» Her mind completed, and her monster read her like an open book:

“That, my sinful mare,” he cleaned her face with his huge palms, “was round one.”

Before she could even think about getting out of that pile of man junk, the booth was opened and the jizz lake slowly poured outside. The bull’s frost was so thick, though, that it moved like a very gooey gelatine.

Outside, a dazzlingly beautiful blond nun awaited them.

“Oh, hi, sister Miranda.” The priest from hell smiled. “I supposed I made something of a mess, haven’t I?”

Feigning anger, the sister replied:

“You should stop using the booth for that.” Then, she turned her eyes for the still-dizzy and numb Vanessa. “Is that a new one?”

“Yes.” He simply said, getting out of the booth with his monstrous cock still hard. “I also suppose you evacuated the church before I started getting her confessions, right?”

“Naturally.” Once again, she reprimanded the priestly stud: “you should be careful about these things, father. It won’t be too long until someone…”

“Shut, dear.” He showed her his opened palm and she, like an obedient puppy, immediately shut up, forgetting all the decor as she looked to his massive, hard, throbbing prong. “I’m going to work with her all night long. Is my room ready?”

The sister gulped and panted, giving a jealous look to the dizzy Vanessa.

“Yes, sir. As you ordered.”

“Great.” And, with a snap of his fingers, he called his huge mare inside the booth: “Vanessa, come with me. You’ve got a lot of confessing to do.” He turned to her and said in earnest: “I’m gonna rip you up like a fresh fruit, tear your whole body like a Christmas wrapping, and once I’m done nutting all of my gallons inside you, you will forever my slave and prime cum dump.” He snapped his fingers again, impatiently. “Now stop wasting my time and come with me. Your cure begins now!” She saw the man move away as her body slowly recovered its strength. She did not know if she was up to that bestial stud… but no force in either Heaven or Hell would prevent her from finding out!


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Zeus penetrated her pussy even deeper with his ungodly thick fingers, and she felt her whole body light up like a Christmas tree —one where every light was an explosion, and every explosion carried with it twenty multiple orgasms!

The pussy came gallons and more gallons and yet more gallons without end. The woman grabbed her hair and felt her enormous tits harden, filled with milk, overtaken by so many orgasms than soon enough they’d begin to lactate.

The orgasmic explosions of her pussy hit the body of the muse right in from of her, riding the biceps, and she came so desperately close to losing her balance under that avalanche of multiple orgasms.

Ooorhh…!!’ Her voice grew weaker and fainter. ‘Oooorhh…!!!’

For over two minutes… three minutes… Zeus made those three women experience avalanches of multiple orgasms over piles and piles of yet more multiple orgasms.

‘None of you better fall, sluts, for if you do, you’ll lose your spot.’

‘Oooorhh!!’ The nymphs screamed. ‘Aaaahhh!!!’

Three girls crying and cumming all at once —that’s what Zeus liked to call a ‘warm-up.’

‘Then that’s how you want to talk, Zeus?’ Pargasus crossed his arms. ‘With many whores screaming on your body?’

The three bitches ejaculated copiously in synchrony, their screams only less obscene than the grotesque loads emerging from their pussies.

Gallons and gallons of female nectar fell over that god, who barely looked to the young man when he replied:

‘I actually didn’t want to talk to you at all, insolent youth. You’re the one who came here… to block my fuck.’

The woman in his prick ejaculated multiple jets of lubes over his abs! The prick was eight inches into her —almost all that her fragile body could handle!

‘Ooow, ooow, aaahhh!!’

And another orgasm! And another one! And yet another and another and another…..!!

Pargasus unconsciously wiggled his hips.

‘Well, seems I’m not blocking you that much.’

Once again, the three whores came in unisson: ‘ooooowww!!!’

Bluuurshh!! A true rainfall of lubes from their pussies!

Soon, to even Pargasus’s surprise, their tits lactated hard!

«Heavens!» He gulped, lowering his head.

The fat and hard breasts throbbed and trembled as much as the super-male’s balls. If Zeus had gallons of spunk in his testicles, they had gallons of milk in their gazongas.

The first one to explode was the woman in his fingers:
Ooooaarr!!‘ Her pussy blasted alongside her immense breasts: bluuuurrsh!!

‘Damn!’ The god opened his mouth. ‘I’m gonna bathe in your milk, bitches!’

‘Aaarr!! Oooaarr!! Aaaaaii!!’

Soon, the whore over the male’s biceps began to drool milk: spliiirssh, spliiiirssh!!


Not even in the times when she was pregnant!… and had to feed a litter of kids from those horny super-gods!… she felt such tremendous force in her tits!


The god gave a deep, grave roar:

Uuuurrh!!‘ And looked briefly to Pargasus, speaking very calmly: ‘let me just fuck this one ball’s deep… uuurrhh!!’

And the bitch opened her eyes, contorting again like an epileptic mad girl, attacked by waves and more waves of multiple orgasms at every second.


Nine inches! Bump! The god had finally reached her cervix!


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With one hand, Zeus grabbed the mammoth prick and began to stroke it, making the entire building rumble with the power of his jerking.

Pargasus looked to the inflated, hyper-potent balls of that virile god and moved away slowly and carefully, knowing very well what was about to come.

Craaaarssh!! A crater appeared in the middle of the room! Many nymphs screamed, fighting not to be dragged into the abyss by the streams of spunk.

Ooorrrh, Zeus, help!’

Pargasus helped the most vulnerable ones, though it was hard to move with all the spunk blasting from that prick all over the place.

Zeus roared, and dense fumes left his mouth and nose!

Twenty gallons of spunk exploded in the first three seconds of that thirtieth-first ejaculation! Blooooorshh…!!! His urethra reached the width of five fingers tucked together, enabling the passage of…

Blooooorssh!! Ten gallons a second! Twelve… no, fifteen gallons a second!

It was an endless, obscene fertility —and that wasn’t even half of his whole show!

*12 minutes later*

Everyone was getting tired of witnessing the countless, endless ejaculations of that hyper virile god at the peak of his masculinity.

‘My god!’ Many chins fell on the floor. ‘How much longer do you think he can last?’

Pargasus, sat on a distant lounge, watched as Zeus finished his forty-fifth jizz blast.

The wait would be a long one.

*10 minutes later*

Ooooaaarrhh!!’ The super god roared while his horse prick concluded its 55th nut!

Panting, the super male felt the veins all over his body multiply as the horse amounts of semen in his balls grew ever bulkier.

Buum!! His balls tightened and throbbed!

His prick once again shot smaller and thinner jets of spunk —half a gallon each!— and then… booom!!

Pargasus took a deep breath. «Here we go again!»

*8 minutes later*

The girls were crazy with thirst as the god came for the 63rd time.

Many crawled to Pargasus, gazing at the teen stud’s magnificent, dangling cock, seeing just how manly and majestic he looked sat down on that lounge, like a king in his throne.

‘Ooh, Pargasus! Pargasus…!’

*5 minutes later*

Many wondered whether the ultra-fertile, powerful god would get to a hundred consecutive ejaculations. He had been coming nonstop for over an hour now!