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As the bull called them, the calls rose from their pasture.
Semen oozed from their abundant curves as the gorgeous women rose from the pool and approached their daddy with caution.
Massive breasts, nineteen pairs of them, bounced and danced, spilling milk, when not gushing it.
Moans. Coos. Screams. The place was loud with the sound of their orgasms, as well as with the loud of their gushing, sloshing fluids.
Pussies wet and throbbing, swollen red, ejaculating squirt like mares.
I was no different. In a second, my burning body became redder than a dwarf star. The twenty most powerful women in the universe—me included—now approached the god, and the bull looked at us with cool indifference, a calculated distance that made sure we never got too cocky around him.
Bwoom... Bwoom... Bwoom... Bwoom-boing…
Breasts. Breasts. Breasts. And more breasts!
Breasts jiggling. Breasts jumping. Breasts squirting and guzzling milk.
The thick, terrible sprays of their hot fluids, many feet above their bodies.
Ass. Ass. Ass. An abundance of ass! So many asses hardening, bouncing, rippling, and rising for their daddy.
Asses, all pure muscle.
Tits, all pure fat, but the chest plates that supported them, at their bases, were also all, all pure muscle.
Boom... Boom... Boom…
Twenty powerful bodies. Half soft, half hard.
Ten of the women were hard and muscular. They let their muscles express themselves in the fullness of their power.
Mighty women. Colossal women. The hardest, baddest bitches in existence.
Their bodies rippled and bulged and muscles atop muscles.
Still, hourglass physiques.
Their shape was supermodel. Their waists narrowed down into an outrageous bottleneck around their navels before exploding widely into their hardy, horse-like hips.
Boom... Boom... Boom... Booom…
Hardness rippled upward from their hips to their breasts, squeezing the base of these megazilla tits, and pushing out extra gallons of milk with superior intensity and fury:
Squiiirt! Guush!! Guush!! Squiiirt...!!
Their eight, ten, twelve rippling abdominal muscles hardened and bulged, and you could see the transfer of energy flowing through them, flowing up, and culminating on their upper torsos where their chest plates bulged and widened, and the walls of their shoulder blades nearly asphyxiated their neck—nearly, but they didn't do it because their necks were so wide and powerful, thicker than any common man's legs.
Boom... Booom... Booom…
And their asses were pure muscle, yet still, because of their flawless genetics, they were perky, round, and prominent. When these women were not flexing them, their glutes looked soft and wobbly, pure flesh and fat chiseled into the most perfect orbs ever to hang from a woman's bottom, and their asses all competed with their tits to see who was bigger: tits the size of cows, asses the size of bulls.
Boom... Bwoom... Booom... Bwoom…
These women were hard and powerful, and the other ten were soft and lady-like, choosing to keep their muscles hidden and their bodies more typically feminine and submissive. Because of their lower musculature, their hourglass shape was more prominent, even outrageous.
Their waistlines disappeared into the head of a pin, and their hips remained almost as wide and potent as those of their companions, making them look like they were about to crack at any moment, snap and split themselves in the middle, around their navels.
The sounds that bulged from their bodies were more aggressive and enticing. With the lack of muscles, there was no hardness, no firmness to "tame" their tits or contain the bounciness and bubbliness of their asses, which just…
BWOOM... BWOOM... BWOOOM…
They shook so vigorously I could see the round walls of her asses from ahead. The mighty glutes almost "ate up" their sides, making it look like they would swing around them and to the front of their legs, replacing their thighs every time they stepped and made them bounce, rise with the careful flexing of their muscles.
Bwoom-woom... Bwoom-woom... Bwoom-woom…
Their faces, like angels, steamed as they wetted their lips with their slutty tongues, and dear god, what lips! What fat and red and outrageous lips!
Dick-sucking lips. Ball-draining lips! They would need all these lips to drain the balls of their muscle daddy, who waited for them in the middle of that circle; a circle that they made with their bodies and slowly narrowed down by carefully, cautiously approaching him.
Bwooom... Bwoom-woom... Bwooom…
Step. By step. By step.
The bull breathed a little faster. He revealed his desire through subtle changes on his face.
He was a boy. And a monster.
He's face was so young that he looked like a kid. Like my child of my son. But that jawline... those bone cheeks... fuck, he was raw and manly, like a bull chiseled into the shape of a man, but his face... his damn face... was still incredible young-looking.
He was eighteen, but he would have passed for sixteen, even young (oh god), if you covered the rest of his body and showed us his face alone.
His youthfulness was disarming, in a sense. We didn't expect great savagery out of him just by looking above his neck.
His muscles abounded beyond the point where describing them would make any sense. He was said to weight over 150 thousand pounds in pure, finely trimmed muscle, yet his bulk made him somehow look even heavier. If you told me this mega horse weighed one million pounds, I wouldn't have doubted you.
In fact, his body was very close to becoming ugly, given how overly muscular and bull-like it was. If the stud laid on his fours, he would literally look like a bull with a human face.
And a human cock and balls.
Dear god, his cock! His balls...!!
We approached him carefully, the girls and I, and the bull kept his eyes on us, slowly moving them left and right, burning out tits one by one with his gaze.
"Uuuurhm. Uuuurhm. Uuuuurhm."
His baritone voice stirred our eggs. We felt as if we had laid our wombs on a washing machine, and now we were cumming at the constant vibration that stimulated a mad, crazy production of viable eggs in our system.
Our screams and moans…
Our squirts and lactations…
Too many. Too loud. Hence, I will no longer describe them.
"Uuurhm. Uuurhm!" The bull sent out two mighty grunts when we were close enough to him, and like a man closing a tap, he made out liquids stop pouring out like that, so abundantly…
... and when we got a little closer still, out breasts and our pussies "dried out". The intense lactation was converted into a slow and messy oozing of milk over our own breasts, and our squirting, once splashing all around us, became like a crystalline piss, a calm and single thread that made little noise and almost no splash between a legs, but that still saw us cumming liters of female juice every minute.
"God... what a god!" We muttered, and we felt our nerves lighting up, twitching and curling along with our veins and our organs, and... oh! That animal changed out bodies with nothing but his grunts!
He looked at us with a possessive smile that told us all that we needed to know: I can control your bodies like dolls, and you belong to me like any sex doll, any pet, any barnyard animal.
His massive, mega penis throbbed, and we gasped as we saw its formidable length and girth rise a hole foot before bouncing down, then wobbling back and forth, a few inches up, a few inches down, and a thick wad of juice emerged from his red tip: Gluuuursh!!!
The monster ejaculated precum. Buckets of it.
Gluuuursh!! Gluuuurssh!!
We saw his balls rise and contract, and the number of veins on them multiply widely, as the monster pumped out precum voluntarily, at his own pace…
"Uuurhm. Uuurhm. Ooourhm."
... groaning and grunting as he ejaculated, and the volume of pre-sperm that he produced in ten seconds was superior than the loads of most of the ultra-man we had fucked and bore the children of.
The monster looked at us and pumped a few more loads, controlling their speeds, volume, and thickness.
"Uuurhm. Uuurhm. Uuuurhm."
A few of us fell back on our knees as we watched his muscles dance, his insane body widen and bulge. "So much muscle!" We shivered and licked our lips. "God, you are so full of muscles."
The young boy raised his arms, and then he displayed to us the god-like muscularity of his sides and limbs. His legs... dear god. His arms... fuck, those veins...!
We licked out lips enough to create a pool of our saliva on our breasts, and this pool pushed out a lot of the milk, which oozed and flowed down out beautiful bodies, covering our muscles and bubbling over our pussies.
Blurb... Blursh... Blurb…
We were loud and wet and fertile.
The bull didn't flex. He simply changed his stance a little, moving a few inches here, a few inches there, and it was like his virile body turned to a symphony of ripples and roars, each vein, each fiber exploding like the core of the stars.
The monster lowered his arms, relaxed again, and his shoulder blades were bigger than before. The layers of steam that rose from his pores were a bit thicker, a bit whiter than before that... flex? No, not that. It wasn't a flex. Than before that... movement. That motion.
"Uuurhm. Uuuurhm. Uuuurhm."
When we got close enough to him, we walked in a circle around him. We kept our distance. We were struck we fear.
The monster followed us, one by one by one, and he relaxed his body until his penis went down, and many of us fell, once again, to our knees as we witnessed his absolute control over his own manhood—and his power over us! Twenty naked bodies that didn't stir in him an uncontrollable passion.
The strongest men in the universe had all fallen to our bodies without getting to even lay a finger on us. Each of us could count on a hand the number of men whom we touched and jerked off who had survived longer than a few seconds with us.
And that bull…
That monstrous, boyish bull…
We did nothing to him!
He showed us his penis, and now, it was completely soft. A completely soft cock that was still four feet in length!
A long, thick thread of slime oozed from his tip.
There was a rumbling, a constant humming coming from his balls, and we noticed that his testicles were making that slime, that abundant precum that he pushed out of his body as if to merely remove an inconvenient excess of fluids.
"Uuurhm. Uuuurhm. Uuuurhm."
Always grunting. Always groaning.
Always displaying his effortless superiority. Inviting us. Provoking us. Daring us, any of us, to be the first one to touch him.
Slurp... Blursh... Blurb…
I watched his penis. Beyond description.
It was bigger than my body.
It wasn't, but this is how I perceived it. "I am nothing next to this penis," I told myself, or maybe I muttered it aloud. Don't know. Don't care. All that I knew was... his penis.
Forty-eight inches of god-cock covered in a web of veins each thicker than a horse cock.
The dormant penis rested on his giant balls, which were like baby elephants, very shiny and smooth whenever they were not pumping his gallons of juice.
The semen swirled aggressively inside of them, and we heard that juice like a storm contained by iron walls several miles thick.
Gluursh... Gluursh... Glooorsh…
Rythmic, though, and very predictable. "God. What machine!" We licked our lips and encircled him, yes, always walking in circles, moving closer one round after another, step by step, inch by inch, and his testicles remained unmoving, unresponsive, producing their cum at the same pace, at the same rhythm.
Gluush... Gluursh... Gloorsh... Gluursh…
Like a factory on a regular, boring shift.
"Dear god!" I gulped. "There's so much cum in there."
I took the leap. I approached him.
The monster growled deeper when he saw me.
I stopped. I came.
Many minutes passed before I could stand proud before him again and... approach him, daringly, one more time, moving closer to his right, keeping his cock and balls within reach.
Even many feet away from him, I could touch his cock easily. I will spare the reader all the time it took me to muster the courage and the strength to feel that monster with my fingers. It was a hella long time, and this story is already getting a little too long.…
Eventually, yes, I stopped moaning, I stopped screaming, and I found my palm caressing his cock, and... dear reader, I exploded right then and there.
Many more minutes passed as I was shaken by the hardest, most vicious orgasms I had ever experienced! "GOD!! GOD!! GOD!!" My skin was tearing itself off my body as the waves of fire and electricity traveled through me.
I was told I climaxed for thirty minutes before I came down from these brutal, brutal orgasms, and saw my friends daring to approach him and touch him as well.
For I survived those viscous orgasms, and when I came back to myself, I noticed I was stronger and, let's say, more desensitized to the horse. Like a mating ritual. It was as if I had gone through a trial that, though painful, saw me emerge as a stronger, more worthy woman.
"Oh, horse…"
A woman worthy of his dick.
My womb roared. I watched it shift and dance beneath my skin.
The wombs of all the women were visible. Some more, some less. The fat, triangle shape of their uteruses, the round, testicle-like bulge of their eggs, and the thick, squiggly tubes that connected them, they were all visible, more or less, through their wide and gleaming skins.
The wombs of the muscular women were less visible, as their bodies were bigger, more massive, and more powerful. The wombs of the "thin" women, like myself, were more prominent, and in some cases, not even our wide, mare-like hips had enough space to house our giant wombs, so they rose more or less to where our stomachs were, pushing our organs against our skins, and our eggs rose to the sides of our ribs, forcing us to raise to arms and spread them out, lest we crushed our ovaries near our hearts and lungs!
Our bodies, we sensed them, were twisting from the inside out for him!
The monster looked at our organs as they bulged through our skins, being quickly displaced by our rising and growing wombs, and he purred more delightfully, licking his enormous, world-devouring lips at that brazen proof of our lushness and fertility.
I touched his colossal cock. More women did the same, touching, if not his cock, the rest of his mighty body.
They screamed.
They cried.
We will spend the whole day here if I describe the mess they made with all of their orgasms, orgasms just like mine, but which they took much longer to recover from, and they didn't recover from as mightily as I had.
They were inferior women, after all. Inferior pussies.
"Uuurhm. Uuuurhm. Uuuuurhm."
The horse breathed and groaned calmly as we screamed and recovered from our orgasms two and a half hours after touching him. We looked at one another, and our expressions were like the faces of whole new women.
We were born again!
Reborn and remade by the mere laying of our fingers on his skin!
Touching that horse literally altered our DNA!
We were all better for it. Tougher. Stronger. More capable of his love... but we were all so, so much lesser because of him!
"We are your slaves now," we muttered as in a dream. "Master. God. God!" We bowed before him, and then we worshiped him.
"Uuurhm. Uuuurhm…"
The monster seemed to enjoy our touch as we, at first, were very calm, meticulous, and curious around his body. "Can you believe his size...? Dear god!" We squealed and we cooed, and our hearts jumped to and fro either end of our ribs as we fumbled and explored his insane muscles.
I grabbed his buttocks while holding the underside of one of his testicles. My boobs were crushed against his frame. I saw the god looking at me, smirking with those dashing blue eyes, seeing me cry, quiver, and cream myself as the mere touch of his flesh. "God... you have such big, big balls!"
We were no poets there. If we ever were, we were no longer.
Just.... gargh! What words can we even use to describe him??
I fumbled his glute with one hand, and it was the hardest, roundest thing I had ever felt. Warmer than my breasts. Ten thousand times harder than my flexed and upturned butt.
The flesh of his balls was impressively soft, however, and responsive to our touch. When we squeezed his testicles, our fingers sank into his flesh, pushing against what we quickly realized were oceans of super-hot, blazing, steaming seed.
Bluursh... Bluursh... Bluuursh…
There was so much cum in there... but the excess of cum didn't make his balls hard. Not unreasonably hard, that is, for women our size and pedigree.
"Nuts of a god," the women whispered as they knelt before him and looked for space under his massive monster cock, stroking the cock with one hand while covering his balls with kisses. "God!" Their kisses turned loud and sloppy. "You've got... too much cum!"
The testicles danced and revolved for us, and for one, we were delighted to feel so much power, strength, and energy in his balls, like they were finally awake for us.
"Uuurhm. Uuuuurhm."
The monster enjoyed our flesh around his prick, dozens of pairs of tits struggling to cover every inch of his throbbing, pulsating behemoth. "Every veins of his makes me cum!" They screamed amidst countless stammers, and if I were to describe every pause they made while in the middle of their climaxes, like this…
"E-e-every... GOD!!! Every fucking... god, these veins...!! Fuck, every veins....!!! Every vein of his...!!"
... we would be here all day, so I'm skipping all of this and telling you straight what they told him, what we whispered, as best as my cock-broken mind now can remember.
Twenty pussies gushed as we rubbed them against the virile wall of his muscles. The mere twitching and slightest curling of his cock veins sent us on a cum-bending orgasm frenzy. "GOD!! DEAR GOD...!!" Women sprayed themselves away from his cock and his physique like rockets whose activation code lied on his cock.
I stood up and walked around him while the other girls succumbed to countless orgasms. I touched him every second, never taking my hands away from him, but I nevertheless enjoyed the privilege of my stronger muscles and colder nerves to admire him and worship him properly, unlike the other women, who undid themselves before the monster even deigned to touch them back... and I saw his approval in his eyes, oh, his damn eyes! His eyes of infinite blue, turned to me!
The monster purred and smirked, looking at me as I looked at (and fumbled) every delicious bit of his horse-like physique. "Impressive muscles, boy." I teased him, toyed with him, standing behind him and holding his humongous glutes with my palms, and GOD, I squirted and cried loud as I held those orbs of power on my hands. "Fuck. You are so impressively muscular!"
I nibbled and kissed his ripped back as the monster growled back his answers, groaning just for me. I graduated from his glutes to his balls, which I held firmly from behind him. "Fat, giant nuts." I praised him just like I knew he loved to be praised, and I didn't need to be Shakespeare for him to enjoy this, for all virile men loved to hear, in exact and straight terms, just how powerful and virile they were—and even the universe's strongest Alpha male wasn't immune to the reaffirmation of the ego. "Your nuts are so, sooo huge…"
I fumbled his nuts while massaging his back with my milky, lactating tits. Dozens of tongues covered his nuts with slobber. His cock and balls were already a pool of milk and spit thanks to the worship of the other women, but I knew that the god ignored most of them, and that my words and only my words made him purr and groan and flex his muscles like that, under my boobs.
"Horse... your nuts are so incredibly large…"
One hand sinking on the left ball, making it groan: Gloorsh... Gloorsh... Gloorsh…
"Hmm, horse! Your testicles... they are so... soooo full of hot, potent semen!
Another hand sinking on the right ball, churning the cum inside it: Gluursh... Gluurb... Gloorsh…
I could hear the heartbeat of the beast rising and his breath picking up pace.
Lowering myself to my knees, I covered his back muscles, then his glutes with long and desirous kisses. "God... god... you are so big... and so buff with muscles!" My fat, red lips pulled webs and strands of saliva every time I stopped kissing him and pulled my head back.
My hands remained on his balls at nearly all times, rising only when I desired to worship and fumbled his godly glutes. "Dear god! These glutes...! They're almost as powerful as your testicles!" I tilted my head and gave those cheeks a hard bite.
My teeth didn't sink one atom into his glutes.
Hard!
Impossibly hard!
They were like if a regular man, a common bodybuilder, had titanium for muscles. "God... god... god..." I worshiped those glutes very vigorously, rubbing my tits between his legs while my hands, in conjunction with my tits and the dozens of other women, stirred the cum in his balls and made it ever slightly so denser, heavier, and hotter for us.
Blurb-blurb! Blursh! Blurgh!
And we all heard the horse getting hotter, the veins multiplying over his cock, and his breath picking up pace even further, his muscles swelling and his vein twitching as we, at last, finally started having some effect on him—or perhaps it was the horse who, after so, so long, allowed his body to enjoy more of our warmth and worship.
Twenty pairs of fat lips worshiped his body, and mine paid special attention at his glutes, which were a thing of wonder. "Powerful. Potent. These are the glutes of a horse god." I kissed him, I kissed him... "God! You need all these muscles, all these glutes to power this breeding machine that you have!" I fondled his sides. My tits burned as four other pairs of breasts crushed his massive testicles between them, squeezing his balls between our chests like a thumb in the hinges of a door.
"Ooorh. Ooooourhm!!"
This time, the bull made the ground shake with his groan of pleasure, and I saw him clutch his fist while his muscles multiplied and his back widened above my face.
I slobbered wetly over his ass, and my nostrils widened out to let out the saliva and snort I simply couldn't spit out of my mouth alone. My breasts gathered these gallons of my mouth juices, and I rubbed them further on his balls, which shone with our juices and our vigorous hands. We made the surface of his testicles burn red not just from the heat of his cum, but the intensity of our fumble, and we flexed our muscles to give this god pleasure, to make his flesh feel something other than the calm, cool boredom of a man who was born with everything, everything!
"You've got all the right muscles to power this breeding machine, this womb-hammer, this fat elephant dick hanging from your hips." My spit smacked my tits like fists punching down on them. "So much muscle. You're the most muscular beast, the most virile animal in the Universe!"
"Uuuurhm. Uuuuurhm!"
"You know you are, my god. This is not praise. This is just a cold statement of the facts. You are an animal. You are a god. And we shall worship you, god, until you're ready and willing to pump our inferior, lesser, worthless wombs full of your fat, hot god-cum!" I kissed him. God, I kissed him... "Your muscles are so delicious....!"
I lowered myself to my knees completely once again, and this face, I face-fucked this testicles while my friends worked together to stimulate all the vital spots on his body.
"Your pecs are so large and mighty!" They picked themselves up from the shambled of their two-hour-long orgasm and rose more or less to myself, touching him and squeezing him, biting him and licking him while tongue-fucking his ears just how he liked it—just how ANY MAN like it! "God, you have such large, wide pecs." They rubbed their chins on his abs while turning their faces up and eating out the prominent underside of his each of his breasts. "You are such a bull! Such a bull!"
"Your nipples are the size of any man's genitals!" They bit and rubbed and rolled their tongues around his hard nipples. "God, your tits are so big and bulging! You are so hard!" They embraced him. "You feel like a daddy around our tiny, helpless bodies."
"I cannot reach your godly face, stud, because you're so tall and superior!" Another woman raised her hands over to his face, touching his cheeks, fumbling his hair, and she gasped as she rubbed herself on his powerful arms and stood at the tips of her toes just so she could kiss his enormous shoulder. "Fuck, my god! You are too tall! You are so incredibly tall I cannot rich your fat, fleshly lips and cover them with all the kisses they deserve." Her tits gushed milk on his arms. The bull's body was steaming with white froth. Slowly, every inch of him was covered with milk and squirt. "Oh, god! I hope you don't mind this bath we're giving you." Kisses. Kisses. Kisses. The sloppy, wet, popping sound of a millions spit-shining kisses. "We cannot control our bodies. You make us too hot and wet, and our fabulous tits can't stop pumping all this milk for you, my god." She gathered the milk that was frothing and oozing from one of her tits and spread it over the monster's abs, which triggered on her another billion times one billion orgasms. "Fuck, god!" As she sprayed the ground with her jets, she made sure to recite her script: "Your abs are so big and virile!"
"Uuuuurrhm!"
The monster moved. For once, finally, the monster took the initiative and moved the women to where he desired to be worshiped.
My girls weighed between 80,000 to 120,000 pounds (me), but he picked up and moved us around, each on one hand, like we were but single feather plucked from a swan's ass!
He picked some of the girls up and moved them to his abs, and as he rubbed their breasts and their faces up and down his virile wall of tummy muscles, he growled: "Uuurhm! Uuurhm!" Letting us know exactly how much he wished to be worshiped.
"God, your abs are bigger than the pecs of lesser males! I can feel all your virility, all your power through each and every single ab you have here, in this brick house of muscles!"
"Uuurhm. Uuuuurhm. Uuuuuuurhm.…"
"God, I can't spit enough to shine your abs, because they're so big and so many! God, my head is hurting! Oh, daddy, you're so rought and powerful! I know you're touching us delicately, you don't want to hurt us, good daddy, but you're so strong and manly that even your softest touch is almost cracking our skulls! Oh, but please, daddy, please, don't stop! Don't let go of me, 'cause I need to worship even more of your damn muscles!"
"So this...!" One girl gagged on the profuse spit that splashed from his abs back into her throat. "So this is what the abs of a breeding god feel like! It's more than any of us has ever imagined! God, you've got so much muscle you are definitely going to teach our goddess our lesson! You are more powerful than our goddess! You are stronger and more virile than any male in this universe! You are the most potent, most fertile, most powerful being in the universe!"
"Uuuurhm. Uuuurhm! Uuuuurrhm....!"
"Sixteen abs! I count sixteen colossal abs in this powerful tummy of yours! Oh, god, your pecs cast a shadow on my face as I spit on and devour all of these muscles!"
"My beloved god, my breeding machine, you've got too many muscles. You are ugly and hideous, god, with all of these muscles!"
Another woman bit the traps, the bulging muscles above his obliques, under his armpits. "Look at this! Your traps are bigger than the asses of horses!" She stuck her face under his arm pit and snorted it as if there was a mountain of cocaine there. "There's not enough milk in our tits to cover all these muscles. You're excessively muscular! Jesus, look at your size! You're so big and muscular... you are ugly!" They teased him. They provoked him. "You're the ugliest, meanest man alive, 'cause you are so big you're... you're... exploding with muscles!"
One woman kissed his glutes, like I did before her, as if her lips were machine guns: one million kisses per second. "God, these glutes! These motherfucking glutes!" She held the ass cheeks with her hands and looked at them with cartoonishly big, wide eyes, like a kid discovering the big, fat tits of their momma for the first time. "God, feel the power of these machines!" She snorted his cheeks, also, as if they contained cocaine in between each of their countless fibers. "These monstrous, horse-like engines with which you crush the wombs of so many women!"
I heard the churning and bubbling of his cum before my face and over my breasts, with which I massaged the belly of his testicles while eating him out from behind, and the weight... oh, the weight of his cock alone was oppressive. "Fuck, I'm suffocating!" I pulled my head from his balls, and an ocean of spit splashed on my burned, beaten breasts. "Jesus, holy shit! This is the first time..." I shook my head. "That I suffocate on a man's balls!"
My pussy sizzled as I squirted too much. I was being oppressed by so many squirts, but I didn’t mind it, for the chance of touching a man, a horse, a god like that, oh, I felt that it came once in one million years, and if I didn't kiss his balls for a single second, oh, I would miss it forever.
"Dear god, how do you make so much semen in these monumental hangers?" One girls, in between sloppy kisses and loud suctions of his giant nuts, pulled her head back and admired with nerdy fascination everything there was to be admired about those nuts: their size, their texture, their smooth shine, their visible weight, the bulging and sloshing of the semen as it traveled in countless gallons through the millions of veins within.... "Fuck, this is too much virility!"
"You're right!" A girl on the other side, kissing the other testicles, reached out to her around his super balls, under his prick, and squeezed her palms as if to show support. "This semen factory is oppressively virile. He is going to drown us in his cum, and when he floods our wombs with his sperm juice, fuck, he's going to breed us to an inch of our lives!" She kissed him, she rubbed her cheeks on his ball, and our breasts touched, and we milked on each others tits while our hands fought for every vein along his mighty penis. "You should be ashamed of yourself, horse, because no creature, no matter how virile, should ever grow so big."
"You are a nasty, ugly man!" Another woman banged her head on his god-cock, gasping and shaking every time she pulled back and had a long, hard look on his penis. "Damn!!" She shook, quivered, and squirted as if each time was the first time she saw his womb-breaker, his organ-shaker. "How am I supposed to get all of this penis in me?"
She rose to the top of his colossal cock, crushing his sides with her giant boobs, and we felt her milk being spilled on us as she rose, and her pussy built a trail of spunk down the penis, joining the gallons of precum that kept pouring from the red, swollen tip of his behemoth breeder.
Then, after she reached the top of his penis, she kissed him... kissed him... she kissed him slow and deep, rubbing her tits up and down the sides of his girthy penis while counting all the inches of cock that she was kissing: "One inch... two..." Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss. "Three inches... four inches…"
The bull groaned and purred, and we felt our scalps almost getting ripped from our skulls as he wrapped his massive fingers in our hair and squeezed our heads, massaging us and fondling our beautiful locks.
"Five inches... six inches…"
The woman crushed her monster tits with both hands, compressing their milky orbs until they became pancakes, and fuck, so much milk came out of her, out of them! We bathed on her milk, and many women around her, gasping and giggling, were submerged in her thick cream as she nonetheless focused to stay on his penis and kiss, kiss, kiss…
"Seven inches... eight... nine inches... oh, damn, daddy... ten! Ten inches!"
... kiss, kiss, kiss every colossal artery and vein that almost pushed her out of the cock with their strong, countless pulsations!
"Eleven inches... twelve inches... one foot... one foot of soft, god cock!" And she kept kissing, oh, and she kept squeezing those planet-sized melons around his monster cock, rubbing her raging clit on his veins and striking herself with as many orgasms as she wanted—or as many as she could bear, which were but a fraction of all the orgasms he could give her with a flick of his pinky! "Thirteen inches... fourteen inches... god, I'm cumming so much! I'm cumming so hard! Fifteen inches. You give me so many orgasms, daddy, and my milk is three times thicker than the thickest it has ever been (sixteen inches) because of all the orgasms you give me. Seventeen inches...!"
The bull groaned and grunted as more women joined her, and while this woman kissed him from the front of his penis, the other licked and sucked and kissed him from the back, under his hips, crushed between his balls and his fat, horse-smelling dick. "Eighteen inches..." Kisses, kisses, kisses. "Nineteen inches…"
The spit and the slobber rained on their breasts and made the loud-to-deafening, a wobbling and jiggling that only us super-beings could endure!
"Twenty inches... almost two feet of god cock... fuck, horse that's too much penis…"
"Twenty-one inches! Your penis is outrageous, god, and oh-so-very-ugly!"
"Twenty-two inches! We're now past the point where having sex with you is legal, my horse, and it's instead considered bestiality!"
"Thirty-three inches! I can mount this vein here, my god, this smallest vein covering your cock, and it already feels like I'm mounting the cock of a horse. Oh...!"
"Twenty-four! Twenty-four inches!" Sloppy, sloppy, slop-slop-sloppy kisses! "Two feet of cock, my god, and that's just half of your flaccid length!"
"How am I expected to mount the actual penis??"
"Twenty-five inches!"
"Oh, no, god." Kissing, kissing, slopping and popping, lips smacking and chewing. "You are ugly. You are big and ugly with all this cock."
"Twenty-six inches…"
"Jesus, that's so much cock!" Her face was steaming, almost bleeding with the face-fucking she gave herself with that penis. "This is the cock of a god. The cock of a GOD!"
"Twenty-seven inches...!"
I felt the drums in my ear pulsating with the symphony of at least ten pairs of lips worshiping every inch of his humongous penis down, down to his crown, his bloated tip.
"Twenty-eight inches…"
The smacking and spitting, chewing and smashing of so many thick, fat, hot lips against his virile manhood...!
"Twenty-nine inches of god cock. Hmm, your penis is so virile and white!"
"Thirty inches! White gods are the biggest gods. No wonder your genes are the finest, the strongest, the purest!"
"Thirty-one inches! Your cock makes a black god quiver in shame. A black bull has a micro-penis next to this!"
"Thirty-two inches! Insane virility coupled with massive, womb-breeding veins!"
"Thirty-three inches! My tits are falling off my chest, daddy! You've got more cock than even my fat, abundant mammaries can handle!"
"Thirty-four inches! Oh, this is bestiality! At this point, it would be less indecent if we were sucking off a literal horse!"
"Thirty-five inches!"
"D-dear god!!! That's too much cock! That t-too much coooock, god!!"
"Thirty-six inches, ladies!" She ate his penis like a child sinking her whole face into a large cake, and the amount of spit and saliva she produced was enough to wash away all the milk that had covered the women next to her. "Three feet of donkey dick…
"Thirty-seven inches…"
"Three feet and one inch of horse cock, and FUCK, how is there still more!"
"So much more! So many inches more!" Lips parting, lips bathing in spit, lips kissing, kissing, kissing, flesh against flesh, the spit oozing between cock and mouth like a saliva sandwich...! "Thirty-eight inches!"
"Thirty-nine! Fuck, that's his cock tip already!" One girl licked his swollen, burning apple from the ultra-wide crown to the space where his foreskin nested on. "You horse! You have more tip than many barnyard animals have in whole cock!"
"Forty fucking inches!" Another gasped. "Your monstrous animal! We are formidable goddesses with the fattest pairs of tits this side of the Known Universe…"
"Forty-one inches…"
"... and still you're soft! Completely flaccid and impotent!" She flashed grin to him, hoping to garner some reaction from him, but... nothing! She got nothing, as usual!
"Forty-two inches…"
"God, dear god..." One girl reached out to his balls while rubbing her face on his penis as if she was praying on it. "Please, breed us. It's time to put your colossal horse dick to work!"
"Forty-three inches…"
The women held hands and hugged his penis as if bracing themselves for the worst, expecting a meteor impact or something.
"Forty-four... fuck! Four-four fucking inches!"
They now kissed and crushed their tits against the swollen red helmet of his monstrous penis, and if nothing else showed the horse's appreciation for our care, his profuse ejaculation of precum did:
Gluursh-Gluursh-Gluursh-Gluuursh...!!
The horse was now pissing enough precum to fill an Olympic swimming pool per minute.
"Forty-five inches…"
I saw or felt little of his other reactions, because I was too drunk with balls, drowned too deep in cum to care.
"Forty-six fucking inches!"
I shook my head obsessively in the middle of his sack, and his giant testicles crushed my head just like two yoga balls as dense as bowling balls would crush the head of a regular individual.
"Forty-seven... s-s-seven...!! Forty-seven inches...!"
I was in cum heaven, in ball paradise, and I knew that this…
this...!!
... was how I wanted to spend the rest of my fucking life!
My fucking existence!!