Chapter 8

I tore my out my business pants, and the sensation of the abundant liquid flowing through my fingers was... energizing! My milk was so thick that it glued the threads of my pants back together as I tore them out. The paste stuck to my skin and glued my pants to it, making it stay on my body for way longer than it would have otherwise.

I didn't mind it. I knew I had my bull's attention…

Glurb... Glurb... Glurb…

... as my tits frothed with milk and the air was filled with its steam.

I pulled my long arms apart, and the pants came out. Thraaaash!! Traaargh!! It was a loud, long, viscous noise, made louder and messier by the gallons of milk I was producing.

My tits vibrated and hardened, and their surface was covered by veins almost as thick as those running along the monstrous tube of my horse.

Vroom... Vrooom... Vroom…

His cock roared like an engine as it throbbed, still so calm, so contained, as his testicles climbed a few inches higher along his thighs and stored many more gallons of virile, breeding juice.

Splursh... Splursh... Splursh…

I heard the semen in his testicles, and it made me fertile! "Oh, god... daddy...!" I pulled out my pants and displayed my glorious naked body to him.

The pieces of my shredded pants hung from both of my hands, the pants themselves barely seen under the coat and the gooey layers of milk.

The milk stretched down from my hands like a giant, fluid elastic band. It was formidable mess, and there was always more milk than it seemed, as if my hands were produced the juice.

Glurb... Glurb... Glurb... Glorsh…

The milk flowed down the threads and rags of the torn-out pants and laid heavily on the ocean floor of semen. My milk was much less thicker than his semen, so it piled on top of his jizz like extra mounds of fertility on his hills of manhood. "God... dear god…"

I took a deep and nervous breath before I dared look at him again, and my infinite green eyes met his deep blues, and for a moment there, I believed in equality between us, almost as if that stud was on my level, "God...!", or as if I could actually fuck him dry and drain his balls off all their juice.

The milk frothed from my tits neverendingly, and my impeccable body burned under the rivers of cream I was making.

His testicles roared and clenched, and I saw them rise suddenly, many inches along his thighs, and contract while sending up, apparently, unfathomable loads of juice to his prick.

Glursh... Glursh... Gloorsh…

The veins swelled up on the base of his cock, and the bull frowned his face a little more heavily, with his giant fingers twitching and clenching just a bit, and oh, and I could see, in the terribly large frame of his white, muscular body, the countless fibers of his muscles rumbling and thickening, the tension rising as my body glowed before him, naked and covered in milk, as the most fertile thing he had ever seen outside of his mother's embrace.

"That's right, stud. Meet your mother," I teased him yet again, and then I dropped the several threads of my long-gone pants from my heads.

Spluursh!! Sploorsh!!!

The milk-covered robes collapsed loudly on the floor, where their formed molehills... well, "milkhills" atop the vast surface of his pool of cum.

I struck a mighty and confident pose, still careful to hide and suppress all of my muscles. I wanted to tease him further, to boast about my ludicrous femininity; like, the utterly ridiculous levels of sensuality and pornographic curvaceousness of my body, but... well, I didn't need to.

My body did all the talking for me, and of all my curves and sexual endowments, my throbbing womb screamed the loudest:

Boom-boom!! Boom-boom....!!

It throbbed, my womb did, and when it did, it shook my ass, then my tits, and my mighty body was destabilized a little by its vigorous throbs, its strong and terrifying pulsations that sent stronger jets of squirt spraying out of my tight, red pussy. "Dear... god...!"

The throbbing of my womb made me red like a tomato, my gorgeous body burning with more tits, ass, juicy thighs, and estrogen any female could ever know what to do with, and after those powerful booms and thuds from my uterus, and couldn't help but grab my ovaries with my hands, as they were bulging out through my sides, sizzling red and white under my skin.

"God... hm, god...." I gulped, I stammered, and the bull remained unmoved, watching me with even less emotion than before, his perfect and godly face completely stoic, his emotions—if any—totally unreadable. "Stud... I see you."

I raised my perfect chin and flaunted my flawless nose at him. I turned my face around, displaying to him my perfect cheeks and divine bone structure.

I would have him. By god, I would have him! I would be the one to make his dick cum!

Boom... Boom... Boom…

As I was thinking about this dick, the mega cock itself called my attention, my eyes, back to it. "Oh... f-fuck..." My tits hardened as I saw it. The penis was just the same as before, the same size and hardness, but the veins... the massive veins and arteries that bulged and curled around it moved with greater speed and frenzy. "Dear... fuck!"

More than ever, those gigantic, supermassive tubes slithered like anacondas sliding under his cock skin. I saw them gathering more abundantly, like a cancerous bump, around the base of his tremendous cock, which itself was almost as wide as my hips and several times wider than my tiny, minuscule waist. "Fuck... god... fuck…"

I saw the tubes, burning hot with hundreds of gallons of blood, writhing and coalescing, gathering at the base of his super cock, and they weren't doing so randomly, but at the behest of their master, who controlled them just like he controlled all of his muscles.

Boom-boom! Boom-bump...!!

His entire body throbbed at his will, and his 14-pack wall of abs danced and bulged, sending ripples down from his solid chest plates to the base of his cock, and it looked as if the god was powering up his penis, channeling just a bit more energy into his cock so he could keep the beast under control—and it was at this moment, oh, that I noticed that his penis was "dry," and not one drop of fluids came out of it.

"Oh, daddy... how cruel!"

Not one drop of cum, not one drop of precum.

His balls swelled massively with all the semen that he was retaining, but unlike me and my girls and our breasts, this didn't seem to cause him any pain or anguish.

Glursh-glursh! Glurb-glurb...!

The semen piled in his balls by the hundreds of gallons a second, but unlike with our tits, that were on the verge of EXPLODING if we kept a single extra drop of milk on them, the monster appeared to have endless space inside his balls to store those god-knows-how-many-rivers of semen that he just kept finding everywhere deep in his body.

"How... much... cum...!"

The monster seemed to tapped into endless reserves of fresh bull sperm in his body as if his balls were the only sexual organ in him, but instead, all his organs were sexual organs, yes, and instead of heart or lungs or stomach or pancreas, the monster only had vesicles and tanks of sperm, and even his heart pumped nothing else but semen.

Gloorsh! Gloorsh! Sbluursh...!

His veins bulged with semen, his arteries throbbed with cum, and if I somehow managed to cut him or one of the countless, thick vessels that bulged and danced all over his muscles…

"God... god…"

... he would only leak spunk form the wound! Semen would burst and sprout from the cut like water coming out of a balloon after it being pricked by a needle.

"Such... a machine... of cum..." I marveled at the magnificence of the male and the single-minded purpose of his build: "A breeding machine."

The monster sent out a deeper, longer grunt, and from the corner of his lips, I saw the subtlest smile rising.

Yeah, bitch. You're starting to understand what I am. He seemed to say, and with his confident imobility, he showed me just how worthless any attempt to challenge him was, for he didn't need to move a muscle…

"God! God! God! Breed...!!"

... to have all my girls crying, squirting, lactating explosively, on their knees, for him!

Only I remained. Only I could stand and play-pretend to challenge him... but this, too, was due to his generosity, and whenever he chose to end my little game…

"Oh, stud…"

... he would do it.

He was just playing with me. The giant bull toying with the bunny before **** IT TO ****.

I raised my chest higher, though, and decided to give him all my worth in fertility. "Horse. Not even your mother, beautiful Galatea, has a body like this!" I leaned back further and highlighted, once again, the outrageous slimness of my belly, and in that position, my uterus and eggs bulged out more aggressively than ever.

I was leaning back as if I were laying on an invisible bed, and my massive, colossal breasts dangled a little, each to one side of my torso, and they ejaculated milk on opposite ends of the room; but here's the catch: my breasts were so, so, sooo colossally big that they never moved apart, and they obscured my face like mountains in front of peach.

Guuush! Guuush! Guuush...!!

My milk was loud, and my fertile pussy was even louder. For some, it must not have been a very compelling sight; not very arousing, that is, to see a woman cumming like a horse taking a piss: Squiiiiiiirt!! Squiiiiiiirt!! Squiiiiiiiirt...!!

Ah, fuck! I felt a wave of relief every time a big burst of squirt exploded from me. "Eek!! Eeep!" And I squeaked, I squealed like a little mouse having orgasms as those mare-like ejections spread my pussy lips apart and revealed to the monster a few inches of the deep, warm tunnels where he'd spent the next few days int.

"Uuuuurrhm. Uuuuurrhm. Uuuuuurhm…"

The monster continued to breath and exhale with his typical, deep grunts, but I felt his eyes especially focused on my pussy now, my hard and bulging lips dancing and rubbing each other together to entice his penis and stimulate his balls into higher and stronger production of jizz.

Glursh... Glurb... Glurb…

I stood back up, and my tits wobbled with a thud like a nuclear explosion: BWOOM!! BWOOM!!

"Oh, fuck!" I was dizzy and disoriented for a moment, the massive weight of my colossal milkers breaking my balance and threatening to knock me over, falling face down on the floor. "Fuck…"

The eyes of the monster moved sideways, following the shaking of my breasts.

I recovered in a second and walked right, displaying to him the outrageous prominence of my curves: breasts as explosive as yoga balls attached to a prepubescent torso, gushing milk by the gallons, and ass cheeks that were similarly titanic, only a fraction of an inch smaller than my tits.

"I hope you're not an ass guy." I made my cheeks wobbled, and my glutes clashed like two mountains making explosions in their cracks: Bang! Bang! Bang! Boom...! "My ass is not as large as my breasts, as you can see."

I turned my back to him and... leaned down to the ground. "Still, daddy horse, I can twerk on your horse cock like an African goddess."

I moved backward, sliding closer to my horse, whose penis burned imposingly over my ass, and then... I made it shake!

Womp-Womp-Bwoom-Bwoom-Bwoom...!!!

With my tits under his seed and my lips almost drinking from his pool of semen, I raised my white-baboon ass to my daddy... and twerked!

Plap-Plap-Plap-Boom...!!!

The glutes produced shock waves with every clash and every bounce of my unfathomable rear. I danced to him to the tune of a hip hop song only I could hear, and I couldn't help it! Goddess, I couldn't help but squeal: "Breed me... god... breed me...", as I danced and exposed myself like a monkey to his oversized genitals.

My pussy spared him no juices as I showered him with my cum. My squirt exploded powerfully through my throbbing, hardening lips as his penis steamed with the shower I gave him.

The other girls watched, their jaws hanging lower as they witnessed what felt like a major act of disrespect. The bull, on the other hand, kept his eyes rather firm on my bottom, not even rocking his head with the motions of my rear, and I felt I needed to tease him harder, so... as I danced, I moved my giant ass closer, and then closer to his gigantic penis.

My gushes knocked the air out of my lungs. I was... exploding with cum, yes, and orgasming way harder than I expected without having his dick inside of me. "Damn! You bastard!" I cursed that man, for the heat of his penis alone made me feel like I had a horse inside of me already, mating madly with a sweaty bull as the gaping hole of his urethra unleashed volcanic fumes inside me. "I will beat you!"

I twerked closer and closer to my horse, and when his penis pulsated again, I realized I was mere feet away from him. "God...!!" I struggled to remain conscious as my legs got all numb and my dance lost its balance and rhythm. I teased and provoked his monster cock with an abundance of flesh he surely never saw outside of his family... but his flesh was more powerful, and whatever mass I had in my tits and my ass, he had in spades in a single one of his nuts.

"Virile... horse!" I cried as I still tried to provoke him, shaking my glutes more aggressively as the stone-faced behemoth simply watched me and inspected the purity of my curves.

No goddess had ever twerked harder or danced more sensuously to her sex god that I did, right then and there, to my male.

Bwoom! Boom!! Boom!!

My glutes rose and fell, rubbing together with enough friction to quick-start a boat engine.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

The massive mounds of fat and muscle were perfectly round, and they bulged out of my hips like silicone cheeks more fake than the most plastic bitch in Miami Beach.

Boom-boom-blam...!!

I made them dance and shake like no literal monkey ever could, and I squirted gallons on his dick, disrespecting him and inviting him to breed, "Mate with me. Mate with me, you horse!", calling it out in very plain language, flexing my glutes to create a dance so complex and hard that it made literal fire in the crack between them.

"Uuuurhm. Uuuuurhm. Uuuuurhm."

Throughout all this, the monster merely observed and grunted.

I could hear the semen flowing insides his tanks. It was a thick, sluggish, and steady flow. The sound of his churning broth triggered ferocious thoughts in my mind. I imagined his cock spreading me apart, the tip of his penis sinking into my tight holes, and the girth of his urethra, wider than a fist, becoming all white as he flooded me with cum.

"God... I need...!" I wapped and plapped and twirled my glutes around his monster cock. The tip was almost kissing my ass, I could feel it! "Mate with me, horse. Mate with your mare!" I shook my ass up and down, making my navel almost sink under his semen as I twisted and contorted and displayed to him my godly flexibility. "My body is ready! Your mare is fertile and burning with eggs!" I showered him with my spunk, with contained more eggs than wombs of all those 100 million women he had fucked. "Your mother is a cheap whore compared to me!!"

I attacked the honor of his mother, but not even this seemed to do the trick for him! The monster merely watched, and I decided to push my luck until he—damn it!—did something, anything to me! Even **** would suffice. I just wanted something! Some reaction out of him or his testicles!

"Your mother is a cheap, flat-chested prostitute whose pussy is more worthless than the dirty cunt of a monkey!!" I shook my ass in long circles around the steaming crown of his prick. "This is what real ass and real pussy looks like." I sprayed his testicles vigorously with the emissions of my womb. "Are you ready to have a real woman, horse? Or are you too much of a pussy to fuck this goddess pussy here??"

I was getting angry. One could hear my teeth grinding from the other side of that planet-sized room as I growled more urgently: "You pussy! You weakling and coward! I bet you ain't **** this pussy because your dick is all for show!!"

I got tired of showing him my ass, and instead, I showed him my tits: "This is what a real goddess looks like!" I turned around abruptly, in one swift and swell motion, and my ass sank under his semen while my tits rose from it, dripping with his cum while squirting, no, erupting with milk everywhere! "Look at this god-flesh! It's more tit than even your cock knows what to do with!"

The sight of his penis, as usual, caught me off guard, and it took my air away and rocked my balance a bit. "You... hung...!" Still, I danced for him. I performed a complex belly dance that had my womb rocking back and forth from my stomach to my hips and my tits…

PLAP!! SPLAT!! SLAP...!!

... hitting me continuously on the face, but I didn't care, it didn't hurt, and it would never hurt anywhere as badly as my ego was hurting by them. "Fuck this pussy!" I shook my hips up and down, and my pussy sprayed his massive monster aggressively: Squiiiirt!! Squiiiiirt...!!

I bathed in my own juice as it rained back down on me, my powerful sprays splashing loudly on his cock, and... dear god! There was so much cum! "Fuck... fuck..." I licked my lips and melted for him. "I need this dick!"

His humongous cock, from that point of view, threatened to crush me, to smash me! It was like I was laying under a bridge. "Fuck... fuck…"

My body burned hotter, and the sweat began to drip. I squirted more juice on his body than any male had ever managed to dig out of me. "You... fucking... god...!"

I realized that he was defeating me. "Fucker...!"

I realized that this is what he wanted all along: to see me debasing myself, trashing myself before him, and spending every bit of precious energy that I would need to survive him! "I will drain you!" Despite this, I insisted: "I will... pump your massive cock dry... and your balls will be as dry as raising by the time I'M DONE WITH YOU!!"

Like this, I twerked and gloated for a whole hour before my eyes started to burn with all that sweat that poured on them from my forehead. "Oh, you damn fucker!" I shook myself up and stopped dancing.

I stood before the god, panting and sweating, and my nerves went haywire as I saw how close I was to him. "Please... daddy... please…"

My breasts bulged with milk. In a last ditch effort, I rubbed my orbs and gathered the gallons of milk on my palms. "Fuck me? Please?" I made eye contact with him while moving my hands to my mouth, slurping the milk like pasta, tempting him with the delicious, hard texture of my abundant fluids.

I covered myself in my milk. The stuff never stopped coming out of my breasts, and if anything, I showered him that my orbs were almost as potent as his: I gathered milk from my twitching nipples and spread it like soap over my warms, my shoulders, my neck, and face…

"I am a goddess," I said to him as much as I did to myself. The milk oozed harder, and I moved my hands to my breasts to gather more of it, but the thing overflowed easily from my (comparatively) tiny palms, and I spread it on my belly and my hips, where my giant womb still throbbed and glowed. "I am abundant with eggs and milk."

I rubbed milk on my neck with one hand and on my belly with the other. I did something no woman ever did to him before: I turned around and walked away from him! Yes, and after I moved a few feet away from that god, I kept my back turned to him and spread my milk on my butt instead.

It took me fifteen minutes to cover my giant ass with milk. The globes were so enormous that they dripped milk away from my thighs. A child could stand under my butt and not touch my legs, though my legs were also very firm and fat, and I lavished them next with the gallons of my chest.

I turned slowly and showed him every inch of myself getting covered with milk. I rubbed my sides, beautiful and slim, and spread the thick paste on my pussy. "Oh... daddy..." I devoured him with my sensuous eyes, never refraining from the bath, but always moving my hands around, my palms on my tits, then on my body, always bathing in milk while wishing that it was his cum…

... and the monster saw my desire clearly, for my eyes were more expressive than any mouth could be: "I wish I were bathing on your fresh horse seed instead, my lord." I looked at his balls, and shit, they were bigger. "Such potent sauce. So much cum you have in you." I gathered the milk around my breasts, and I looked like I had a bathtub of cream on my chest, the round shape of my tits disappearing under the superior volumes of baby soup. "Don't you want to see this body covered in your semen, god?" I stared at his balls with an intensity to cut and burn through steel! "Don't you want to squirt a few wads on my body and have me bathe on your cum like the god-sperm it is?"

I pressed the underbelly of one of my breasts a little, Squiiiiiiirt...!!, and the milk frothed deliciously from it, and I gathered the abundant nectar as it was gushed in thick, hot loads on my hand, and then I took his hand to my mouth, then raised it higher, lifting my head and looking up to let the milk drool down like a long, stretchy soup through my lips. "I want to eat your cum... like... this!"

The milk was so thick that it took a few seconds to stretch itself from my palm to my lips. As it entered my mouth, I felt its heat and volume overwhelm my cheeks and make them bloat. It was like getting your mouth full of a baseball... at least for a regular woman, and I felt asphyxiated by the volume of my own milk as my other hand, nonetheless, continue to gather and rub milk all over my body.

I filled my mouth with only half of the content on my hands, and then I swallowed loud and sexy, very slowly, to show my horse just how wide my throat got whenever I gulped that hard, chewey liquid: Gulp... Gulp... Gulp…

My breasts moved sideways as I gulped. You could almost see the milk traveling into my tummy, so thin I was, and it only really disappeared under the colossal mass of my tits.

Glursh... Glursh... Glurb…

Thick, hot pillars of milk as thick as many fingers kept sprouting from my tits, and then I gathered more milk with both of my hands and feasted on them, drinking more and more of myself while the stood... watched. The stud merely watched, no reaction, no emotion.

This went on for another hour as time itself, however, seemed to have stopped completely. "Look, I'm done." Looking like a giant popsicle, I threw my hands up and surrendered. "I have a literal list of men who didn't bust their nuts at the sight of my naked ankle, you know."

I looked at him, but the bull, as always, was unreacting, and he had no emotion, no soul; only a piercing, cold heat in his eyes, the kind of intense gaze that you could only get from a wild, dumb animal.

"One hundred and fifty men," I told him. "There are literally one hundred and fifty men in the whole Universe who can stand the sight of my naked body without busting their nuts madly like wild beasts."

My voice cracked a lot, and my nervous breath was impossible to muffle as my eyes went back and forth from his face to his cock and ALL the muscles between!

"When I touch their cocks... they ejaculate." It was hard coming up with the right words. It was as if staring at his cock drained IQ points from my brain! "Three pumps is all I need to drain them." I made a circle with the fingers of my right hand, then a jerking motion beside my face, like I was stroking an invisible dick: pump, pump, pump! Three pumps, and that was it! "Do you know how many men can withstand more than three pumps from me? Twenty! And by the time I wrap the lips of my pussy around their cocks, they're calling me mommy, crying..." I took a deep breath. "They all studs like you. Lesser studs, certainly, but most of them... even taller than I." I confessed: "And I'm fucking frustrated!"

For once, the bull showed an emotion!

His giant head leaned a few inches to the right. The slightest of tilts, but still a sign that he was still listening, yes, and that I still had his attention—if not for the reasons that I wanted; for pity instead of lust!

"I..." I stammered yet again, and this time, the shaking of my body was the hardest yet.

The handsome face of my bull showed a lot of compassion, but it remained cold and steady, distant like any god would be from his mortal worshiper.

"I...!!" I stammered again. I whimpered.

The bull kept looking at me, and in his steady, dreary gaze, I felt undressed. More naked than the naked that I already was, and this time, he was the one undressing me. "You....!"

He pulled layer after layer of protecting walls that I had raised around my soul, and minute after minute, I felt my head moving lower and my knees bending down.

Down…

Bending down... and kneeling for him.

Before I knew it, after god-knows-how-long since I last spoke, I was on my knees before the god, whose cock looked bigger without having grown a single inch.

I was on my knees. And weeping. "I'm so fucking tired, my god!" I cried! I bawled my eyes out as the bull massaged my flesh, my curves, with those deep and rumbling grunts of his. "I'm tired of weak and pathetic men... who can't draw an honest orgasm out of me!"

I cried... but I was still proud. I was on my knees, but I still stood with my head and shoulders up high, my torso straight, and I knew I needed to humiliate myself further for him; I new my disrespect required complete ego annihilation before he even deigned to reward me with a single drop of his cum!

I cried... and after my confession, I lowered my head, and then I felt my shoulders becoming lighter, ever lighter as I lowered my whole torso down... and under his spunk.

Splursh. Splurhs. Gluursh!

I ate his semen as I snak my breasts, then my head into it, and I humiliated myself fully, bowing before him until I felt the mass of my tits squeezed by the ground beneath me.

Raising my head, I took a few breaths while the mask of cum slid down from my beautiful face. I was completely plastered in his semen, and my face was but one pretty white mask, like the head of a porcelain doll, with nothing but puppy eyes for him.

"Please, god..." I squeaked. "Forgive me."

The stud grunted. He wanted more.

"Please, master... forgive me." I laid one hand on my left breast, feeling my enlarged heart as it throbbed, warm with humility, while I pledged myself to him: "I am but a worm... and I'm here but to humbly beg for your dick."

The stud growled. It was a deep, abyssal growl that came from impossible depths of his infinite body. It was like the core of the station itself had growled for me.

I was closer. Yes. Still, he needed more from me. "I pledge myself to you. I give my soul to your dick." I bowed profusely, and then I stared at him when I stated: "I used to serve the Goddess. No more!" His eyes were cruel with their steely gaze! But it was a kind of cruelty that I deserved. "I serve now only you. And your penis."

I bowed again. I dunked my head under his semen again and again, not daring to seep a single drop form it unless he allowed me. "I am your ****, god, as are all of my girls."

The other women didn't react. This time, they only had eyes for the god. I had disappeared completely. Just another whore. Just one of the hundreds of millions of prostitutes from that casual breeding session of his.

"I'm sorry, daddy." I looked back up at him and... I cried. "Sorry, daddy. I'm so sorry." Like my girls before me, I mewled and whimpered while shedding quiet tears in between my squeaky apologies: "Sorry for everything."

I bawled. I couldn’t hold the screams and the whines as an ocean of tear explode out of my eyes, hot and powerful like the milk from my breast or the squirt from my pussy hours before.

I cried. I made a mess of myself and put on a big drama scene for another hour, sixty minutes of uninterrupted bawling, before I got a grip again and mewled to him, my voice squeaky and meek once more, and my whole face now bloated and red with tears and snort: "Please, daddy…"

The monsters looked more compassionate now, and for the first time, I saw something that was almost unimaginable for someone with his body, those balls, and that fucking dick: softness!

I saw softness in him!

"Please, daddy..." I whimpered, and the next words, I knew it, would be my last; I wouldn't be able to say or utter a single word afterward, not if I didn't get what I needed, because…

... if I didn't get it... I would die.

I would kill myself—and everyone in the room knew this.

"Please, daddy," I mewled. "Give me dick."

The bull looked at me.

The bull took a deep breath.

And then... the bull uttered a grunt. "Uuuurhm!!"

And every other woman—my other girls, that is—stood on their feet, and they all dutifully obliged him, approaching him while still bowing and showing him all the respect he deserved: "Yes, god. Yes, my lord."

And they salivated, oh they did! Despite their machine-like obedience, I could see it in their eyes, the sheer happiness, and downright monstrous ecstasy of finally getting the one thing they had all be waiting for after all these pages: "Yes, sire. Yes. Your dick..." Their breasts sizzled under the abundant spit that drooled from their mouths as they licked and sucked and bit their lips. "Your dick shall be worshiped!"

Twenty gushy pussies approached that mountain of muscles of a man.

Twenty hungry mouths voraciously lavished his balls and dick.

Twenty pairs of tits burned on the countless inches of his virile body as they worshipped every single fiber of his muscles.

Twenty lovely asses hurt after they twerked and massaged the humongous lenght of his horse-sized horse cock.

Twenty pairs of lips made a symphony of slurps, smacks, and kisses as they sucked and licked the liters of pussy juice we had smeared along this horse cock with our fat asses and our gushy pussies.

Twenty hungry cows for one voracious bull who would prove to be, in under half a day, more than what twenty thousand of us could ever hope to handle.

Our Goddess was so screwed...!