Chapter 12

My blond bitch writhed and shivered as I nutted the last ounce of milk in his rear. Vast loads of semen were expelled through his mouth. The walls were all painted while, and only then I started to take my horse prick from his anus, which was wholly, entirely, unbelievably stuffed with spunk.

I roared, pausing to finally appreciate that magnificent orgasm. “That was one great fucking nut! Damn!!”

Very slowly, provoking non-stop orgasms on my whore’s body, my penis left his anus, allowing his guts and other orgasms to return to their regular size.

The whole time, of course, my penis kept nutting heavy loads of spunk all over that body. All my blonde’s massive physique was filled with over three gallons of spunk in his throat, stomach, guts, and rear.

“Oooorhh!!” I roared louder when letting go of his body, which fell still and unconscious on the floor.

My 14in horse cock throbbed high and mighty, hitting against my abs and sewing powerful jets of spunk on my own body. Each of these tiny spurts was worth easily some five ounces of thick seed. My torso was further coated with those thick, heavy layers of seed –the world’s second densest, hottest, heaviest load.

“Ooorrh, whore!! Aaarh, you fucking slut!!” I grabbed my prick and masturbated very slowly, admiring the equine dimensions of that member.

My body was massive. I was all massive –maybe the most extraordinary masculine specimen in all the universe.

Fourteen inches of prick, which wasn’t nearly as impressive as the gigantic balls that filled it up with spunk: two gigantic cylinders weighing eight pounds each, not to mention their size of overgrown avocados.

I jerked off, feeling the spunk jets leaving my ducts. I felt the thick, extraordinarily swollen veins and arteries sprawling over that member. My cock was veinier than a bodybuilder’s arm and fatter than a regular man’s arm at its widest!

I roared, squeezing the phenomenal shaft and feeling all its might in my fingers. Not even my own strength could make that meat cede, and my fingers, as large as they were, failed to completely envelop that mast.

I had more girth in my prick than a human biceps, and my head was literally thicker than my big blonde’s fist.

“So good! So fucking good, god!!” Smiling, almost laughing with myself, I turned my body sideways ans lowered my prick over my muscular blonde’s swollen body, letting the final pints of my semen splash all over him.

The son of a gun was rounder than a balloon, like my spunk had filled even the muscles of his arms and legs.

The guy was a horse in his own right: 6.4ft-tall, 240 pounds of hyper-ripped muscles, and the most toned body I’ve seen on anybody aside myself and my master. Plus, the most fantastic ass I had the pleasure of eating up to that point: two enormous, perfectly hard globes; glutes in the purest state of splendid masculine glory; the most potent engines for that first-class prick he sported.

I moaned when feeling the first loads flowing in my urethra. As big as that blonde was—as muscular and powerful as he truly was—, his body was dwarfed by my superior spunk, which covered him like a giant, heavy blanket of sperm.

“Delicious!” I said, smiling when seeing his body shivering and his thick dong still throbbing and bursting with lubes.

The guy was suffering multiple orgasms. He was half-conscious by that point, but was about to awake fully in a few minutes.

“Here’s a nice face job for ya, my pretty.”

The guy just vomited more and more spunk while I aimed my prick in his face.

I released some more obscene loads of spunk in his face, covering it totally with semen. I was barely even cumming anymore; I was just releasing the excess spunk that my balls never stopped producing.

In fact, my huge sack was again swelling. I literally had more cock than ten well-endowed dudes combined. My penis alone weighted nearly twelve pounds –nothing less than monstrous amounts of dick meat and god cock!

My prick needed excessive pussy banquets to be appeased –not to mention the literal food that was necessary to sustain it. Day after day, I devoured something like sixty pounds of meat just to keep my regular nutrients up, whereas total consumption of meat averaged ninety to a hundred and twenty pounds a day for me to grow stronger, larger, and more powerful.

After each meal, I generally got out to fuck some fresh pussies: I my harems were near, I would call some ten to fifteen girls home or drive to one of the many sex mansions I kept in town.

Ten to fifteen women, indeed, after every meal. In an average day, per my estimated, I think I fucked some fifty to eighty women –which could pose a challenge as my cock only like new meet every time; it was uncommon that I fucked the same set of women for too long.

“God...!! God...!!” When my girls managed to say anything amidst their endless orgasms, it was generally words like ‘god, bull, stud, horse, stallion,’ and ‘cock, cock, cock!”

They didn’t have much time to scream, though, for it was hard for a woman too last over three minutes on my cock.

«My prick is both a phallus and a vibrator.» I recalled, making that beast vibrate in my powerful hands, filling my balls throb and twitch with the immense pleasure, even arousal that I felt for myself.

The veins of that majestic monster swelled up again, and the arteries throbbed like hearts. No doubt I was coming again soon.

«Fucking shit! I make a woman pass out in fifteen seconds, if I want to. Just my head on her pussy, in her clit, her lips, and that’s all I need to get them screaming and cumming!»

I didn’t need to imagine any of it, of course; all the memories were well recorded in my obscene mind: the bodies writhing, the women screaming, the tits lactating, the pussies squirting.

The bitches even vomited with so much pleasure, suffering nervous shocks in their bodies during the countless orgasms. When I came, ooh, I had to withdraw my prick really quick, otherwise I would kill them with the intensity and the volume of my ejaculation.

«I’ve got be very careful with this prick. Fuck, no wonder that I can only fuck men properly.» I looked again to me beat up stud, who writhed with immense pleasure under the ounces I still ejaculated. «Only horses like these can take my load.»

Power horses, none of which shorter than six feet; hard men, mighty lotharios, and proud straight studs until they met me.

One by one, they fall like any little whore, devoured and conquered whole by my prick –not to mention the rest of my all-mighty muscles.

I got extremely aroused just by thinking about myself, and my prick grew so hard that it forced itself against my arms, rising and trying to touch my abs. “Fuck!!”

The prick released a huge loud of lubes very high, cleaning up the urethra from the remaining bits of spunk. My balls throbbed more visibly and loudly inside my sack bursting with renewed waves of spunk from my scrotum.

“And here we go again!”

With my dick throbbing with a mortal hunger, but my lover too passed out and hurt for me too attempt to penetrate him again, I looked around for anything I could stick it into and in which to unload its excessive, profoundly obscene load.

I always tried to not fuck in my own house, for the mess was always one big headache. Just during that ‘quickie,’ for instance, I had ejaculated over fifty gallons of male juice all over the room, destroying many expensive sofas and covering whole sofas, table, and curtains with my spunk.

That, however, was a special day; that was the day when I’d conquer that delicious male, a sin in form of men, a perdition of ripped, Nordic god muscle body, with his marvelous giant cock and glutes as hard as mountains.

That day was an exception; there wouldn’t be, I swear, a single room without hundreds of gallons of my seed feeling it and making it smell like sex and masculinity for years on end!

Smiling, overtaken by heat and tension, I looked to the crater on the wall where I had forced the body of my lover against.

My thrusts on that man opened up a crack from the floor up to the ceiling. The center of the wall, against which I pressed my blonde’s muscular body, was like a crater with the size of carry-on bag and the depth of two palms.

With my balding throbbing and releasing very thin veils of steam from every pore, I stepped loudly towards this crater. The whole house trembled as I walked. When you’re an 18-year-old, 6.8ft-tall, 320-pound stud of pure muscle and virility, well, there’s no movement you can make without a loud of noise.