Chapter 15

He wore shorts again, and this disappointed her. A bit.

“Wearing shorts?” She pointed it out, fluids running down her legs and massive, massive tits.

The bull grunted. The ground shook and jumped as he walked down the long set of stairs.

He only grunted. He didn’t say another word.

It was fine.

It was okay.

They could play, if that’s what he wanted.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

She felt the pounding in her heart, and it made her breasts jump.

Hard breasts. Almost solid breasts. Hard flesh like cement on her chest.

The milk shook loudly inside her mother tanks. It sounded like… Glursh! Glursh! Glursh!

The milk spilled out in wild quantities. It formed puddles on the ground, and a little squeeze would have made them guuuush… gush… gush, gush, gush like fountains!

That stallion! That human being with more muscles than an elephant!

His genitals throbbed, wobbled, bounced, and jumped inside his shorts.

Black shorts again. The same he was wearing before, but clean, not wet with sea water or sweat—or the spunk from the breeding that evening.

Black shorts as big and loose as a manufacturer could make them, but still tight, compact, super strectched around the massive body and pelvic girth of that monster.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Calmly, the god stepped down to the living room. His body was a majesty of muscles. The tattoos seemed to dance and shift over his torso as he flexed his muscles, wobbling his titanic shoulders back and forth, big boulders of pure muscle shaped like balls at the top of his solid arms, and the veins were as thick as subway tunnels as they ran down, down, down those massive arms that were like tree trunks kissed by the sun, softly touched by hours of sunlight every day on the beach.

The stallion was the most masculine, most virile white boy she had ever seen, and he had such a masculine face, so supremely strong, unlike any older male she had ever met, and yet… he was young. She saw it. She sensed it. Just as she could guess his height, she knew he was young, perhaps even very young, but… oh, he didn’t look like it!

“God!” She gasped, and her eyes, like her boobs, jumped up and down, up and down…

Boom…

Boom…

Boom…

… following the rippling and the hardening of those titanic pecs that could serve as plates for an armory of tanks.

“Jesus… fucking Christ!” She gulped, and the gulping appeared to have flown all the way down to her pussy, which ejaculated just in time, spraying the milk-stained ground with more and more juices.

Boom…

Boom…

The titan walked… and then he stopped.

He looked like a tower, a mountain of flesh growing, always growing before the princess. Taller than taller. Not the tallest human being she had ever met—she had met basketball players who were, like, 7ft tall, and totally hideous—but by far the most splendidly well-shaped. Every inch of his body was well-formed, every muscle and every crevice, every ridge in his countless slabs of hard flesh, every tendon and every join, and every twitching, swelling, vibrating fiber… perfect!

She gasped. She swooned.

Crafted by the gods, he was. It was impossible for a human being so tall AND so big to also be so, so shapely.

Pump!

Pump!

Pump!

Even after he’d stopped, his tremendous junk continued to move like a live animal tucked in his pants.

She gasped again, amazed by the terrifying size of his manhood when he was still so soft, so flaccid—and his lack of arousal offended her a bit, and it put some of his words to doubt, as he’d often said he could barely contain himself when next to her.

Squish!

Squish!

Squish!

He could pummel her to a pulp and she wouldn’t care. With a body like that, a face like that, a dick like that… he could do anything, everything he wanted to her and she would only kiss his balls—if she could—in gratitude.

“God… almighty… dick…” She mumbled and she squished:

Squish!

Squish!

Squish!

Her breasts and pussy continued to produce inordinate amounts of liquid as the stud stood before her, warming her body with the mere heat that emanated from him.

She felt like she was in a crowded room, squished from every size by fat and sweaty bodies, but this was only the heat that burst from the body of that god, a god whose muscles were like a furnaces of infinite energy.

Pump!

Pump!

Boom!

She saw his testicles throb and his huge penis slowly inflate. The stud curled his lips a bit, flexing his muscles very tenderly as if to tame and domesticate his unyielding monster, a penis that only horses should flaunt.

“It’s so… big…” She gulped, and her throat was dry, dry, dry, dry!

The bull gave a good look at her, contemplating the perfect shape of that petite, 5’4’’ woman.

Short hair. Dark-bronzed skin. Muscular legs. Thick thighs. Microscopic waist. Massive hips.

Pump!

Pump!

Pump!

Gigantic breasts. Top-of-the-class tits.

Milk. So much milk.

Sglursh!

Sglursh!

Glorsh!

Milk spilling out of her gigantic tits as squirt continued to be squeezed out of her fat, throbbing vulva.

Perfectly naked, supremely beautiful. The top face had ever seen.

That woman screamed good genes. He was entranced (and a little surprised) by her genetic quality. Non-white chicks rarely were so fine. She had genes that belonged only to a white girls, but she was middle-eastern and Mediterranean, possibly with only a moderate amount of white blood in her genetics.

That combination aroused him to no end. He only liked to mate with prime breeding bitches, which were 98% white, but sometimes he found a splendid non-white chick that proved the exception to the rule.

What was most shocking of all, again, was that such a supreme lady was probably THE hottest babe he had ever fucked. He’d had his share of high-quality non-white ladies, sure, but he never thought a non-white would be THE hottest one. He never thought this could be possible.

“Uurhm. Uuuurrhm…!” The bull groaned. White or not white, perfect or not, that slut was still like all of the other girls. “Come.”

She was weak. She was a nervous wreck. However great her genetics were, she still didn’t have what it took to withstand a make-out session with him, and that’s why the god didn’t touch her, didn’t stimulate her breasts or sank his massive fingers in her pussy. If he did it, at that stage, the woman would EXPLODE, and it would be a whole fucking mess.

No. With her, just as with any other woman, he had to be slow.

Slow…

Pump!

Pump!

Boom!

Hence, he wore his shorts again. That babe was strong enough to look at his muscles and not pass out. She wouldn’t be strong enough to have a good look of his naked, virile penis.

It was too much meat. It was too much strength. It was too much MAN even for her.

Mares went crazy with his scent. Cows did unspeakable things when they were near him. Mere human females stood no chance.

He was GOD—and, like all good, kind gods, he knew how to treat his flock kindly, generously.

“Come,” the bull had spoken, then turned his back to her, walking instead to a big sofa in the back of that spacious living room.

She gulped and she walked after him.

Big clocks on the walls ticked with their arms slowly moving, time seemingly stopping as she watched his butt move and his enormous cheeks, his colossal slabs of meat, harden and expand with step after step after step…

Boom!

Boom!

Blam!

… the bull moving the whole world with his gait, and the sexy shape of his tremendous junkyard of a dick weighing and swaying low on his shorts, dragging them down before they forced him to adjust and pull them back up.

Tick.

Tack.

Tick.

It was 6:12, and the sun was low.

The environment was dark and moody. The only lighting, almost all natural, emphasize the shape of their bodies and the hardness of their meat.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom…

The god stopped by the couch, that big sofa, turned around, and relaxed on it.

Brrrrrrrmmmmm!!!

The ground shook, then vibrated long and hard, when he laid his massive body on the couch. He was merely sitting down, and still, the whole world moved around him.

“God!” She gasped.

The axis of the Earth had shifted just a little with that simple, powerful motion!

The stud spread his arms on the back rest of the couch.

She was stunned speechless, staggered by the gross virility of his expansive physique.

“M-muscles…!!”

The bull was more enormous when he was relaxed, with his trillions of virile muscles fighting for space in his body.

He spread out his monstrously large legs, which were like tree trunks rolling on the couch, and his colossal genitals seemed to pour out from his shorts like a fleshly sludge, pulling the massive shorts down to reveal a bit of the root of the cock on his pelvis.

“F-fuck…!”

Big ropes of milk splashed out of her tits. The bronze-skinned diva was starting to dimly glow thanks to all the heat.

“J-Jesus…!!”

She sweated and felt cold shivers and goosebumps as if in the height of a terrible fever.

The bull had his steely eyes on her, and he would not allow any more delays.

“I’m all yours, babe. Feast on my body. Every inch of me is mine.”

He purred.

He groaned.

He grunted so slow and sexy… and his grunts dragged liters of orgasms from her pussy. She felt his deep, bassy voice dragging its heavy, yet fluffy paws along the sides of her womb, and this cause her to orgasm, orgasm, orgasm, and cum, squirting so heavily that she felt her eyes going blank and her mind, like balloon, flying high and high and high as it became so light, and she, the poor cow, so, so dizzy!

“When you feel you’re strong enough… when you think you got used to my powerful body…” The lion groaned. “Then we fuck.”

Her mind exploded—but she, too, understood that it was no time for dilly dallying no more, and even though her bones were all but gone, and her strength had disappeared, and her flesh became like that of a sea slug, melting through her lactating breasts and squirting pussy under the heart of a billion star-making orgasms raging in the nethers of her womanhood…

“Yes, white boy.” She gulped. She staggered. She swooned. “Y-yes… master!”

… she submitted to the white man and served him with every inch of flesh she had to give.