Chapter 2

“Oooo-AAAAHH...!!” Erika didn’t have time to process his actions as the god crammed his head between her lips, splaying her thighs like a charging bull on her cunt, and stretched her out, penetrated her, violated her cunt with his tongue, putting the blond princess in a state of ferocious arousal and lust.

“God, it’s so big!!” She screamed, panting and staring at the roof as if seeing a ghost.

“IT’S SO FUCKING BIG!!”

Shivering like a wet noodle, Samara came to her aid with a gentle hug and many sisterly kisses on her forehead.

“I know, sister.” The smell of Erika intoxicated her. Samara couldn’t resist rolling her eyes, smooching Erika’s face, and taking her hands to the blonde’s tits, fondling them and crunching them, squeezed her nipples with both thumbs—”AAAH...!!”—making the sister cry and moan as she gauged the size, the weight, the sheer density of those milk-heavy globes.

“God, you’re so fertile...!” Samara purred. She was rubbing her face, her fat lips and her nose on Erika’s neck. The scent of the goddess put the Black chick in a trance. She couldn’t resist it: every time she smelled the White beauty, all that she thought of was breeding. Breeding! Breeding her like a man. Being bred by her and made to carry her beautiful White babies in her womb.

“God, breed her!” She uttered, both to herself and their stallion.

“Breed her hard, my god!” The Black chick opened her mouth and ate up Erika’s neck. She consumed her neck wholly, making good use of the wide mouth and thick lips her family had bestowed upon her. She was descended from the two hottest women on the planet, and she made them justice: with her luscious, meaty lips, Samara ate the neck of her sister, and then her eyes rolled out completely, carried away by the touch and the dripping milk of the two gigantic tits she was fondling.

“Ooooh...!”

The male ate out Erika. His tongue made a massive bulge on her slim, model-thin waist. Bwoom! Bwoom! Aside from the wet noises of his consumptions, his voracious eating and drinking of that squirming, squirting, throbbing, hungry cunt, the god made thick, long, rumbling noises with the movement and hardening of his tongue inside her vagina, like a very mobile penis, and longer and thicker than any cock Erika had ever fucked.

“God...!!” In between the double assaults of tongue from the South and tongue and lips from the North, Erika found herself sleeping and moaning, falling along a swirl of darkening colors, a vortex of her blinking, passing mind. Her hips trembled and shivered, jolting at precise intervals, and with every jolt she squirted a “big one” for her daddy, who drank her avidly, making deep noises with his throat: Gulmp! Gulmp! Gulmp! Like barrels filled with thick juices rolling down a mountain under the sea.

Erika wrapped her legs around the head of the monster. Jesus Christ! He was so fucking big! The goddess collapsed and cried as she felt twelve inches of penis penetrating her and exploring her fully. That penis filled her up completely, perfectly, bloating up and stretching her out along the entire length of her cunt, making her explode on her daddy’s face.

“AAAHEEE!!” The goddess shivered, shook, and whimpered, showering the mouth of her daddy with endless nectar. The god gulped and gulped and gulped faster now, still penetrating her, still ravishing her with his impossibly large cock.

“GOD ... what a dick ... what a god dick!!” He was the biggest she had ever had. The biggest ... w ith only his tongue! The god smiled as he drank from her pussy, gulping her endless ounces of squirt as she blasted them so vigorously into his mouth. The juice of her pussy squirted out from the sides of his lips, flowing down his chin and dripping thickly on the soaked floor.

“Hrmm!!” The god grunted, sending more orgasms into the woman. Erika screamed, yelped, pleaded for her life, but Samara was there to shut her with her heavy, velvet mouth of a Black goddess, sinking her tongue on Erika’s mouth, penetrating her as deeply as she could, and fondling both of her tits with her tiny hands, hands which looked so minuscule compared to the vast expanse of the White’s superb breast.

Zachary stretched out his tongue to the fullest, rolling it around and making it coil greatly inside Erika’s tight, but endlessly flexible cunt. As he devoured her, feeling her jets of thick, creamy cum hit hard against the back of his neck, the god discovered everything that could be discovered about that woman. Just like he did with Samara, the taste of her pussy, of her juices, the scent of them, the texture of every single inch inside of her that his tongue touched ... to him it was like a wolf moving its nozzle to the ground and sniffing it, sniffing it hard to read and discover all the information of the world around it. Both women were fertile and young and perfect for his semen. They would bear his many children, and all their pregnancies would be short and successful. He would turn them into factories of his offspring, baby-printing machines for his genes, and he knew it with all the smell and the taste of their prime, perfect pussies; he knew that those pussies and their women belonged to wombs whose power and fertility could scarcely be matched on the planet. All his life, with all his lays, the stallion had rarely met a higher-quality piece of meat. The rare times he did, he found himself in fierce competition with...

“Aaaah!!” Samara had been slowly climbing over Erika’s body as she kissed her, and now her thin, curvaceous frame rolled completely over her as their tits clashed and their faces spasmed with pleasure. Samara felt a wild flame eating her out—and it wasn’t yet the flame from the god’s tongue on her pussy, which she shook so temptingly along with her ass on his face, rubbing her jelly-like ass cheeks drenched in pussy juices on his vast, thick mane.

“Aaahee!” Samara looked down at the massive tits of Erika, surpassed only by the crushing weight of her own tits against them.

“Are all you Caucasians so fertile and supple like this?” Rolling her eyes, smacking her lips, the goddess delved into one of Erika’s tits, making the blond friend scream and moan, and then she put her fingers on Erika’s mouth, pushing and pulling her lips while also crushing and fondling the other tit with her other hands.

The Black goddess roared and moaned more avidly with time, sucking and licking Erika’s tits with enough force to almost knock her out with pleasure. Darkness was spreading on Erika’s mind, aided in part by that ferocious, hungry, savage eating out of her breasts. Samara crushed one of her tits with the full power of her delicate, long fingers, while sucking, oh, sucking and sucking and sucking her other tits so hard, bringing out the milk that had long been flowing through her nipples since the blondie exploded in her first wild orgasm inside the car.

“GOD...!!” Erika screamed and cried, shedding many, oh so many tears as the milk flowed more thickly from her breasts and her pussy ached raw with the eating and tongue-fucking of her stud.

Just like Samara before her, Erika felt the immense, fat tongue of the god circling her cervix, teasing its opening with its tip, slowly cracking and breaking her, unleashing the most powerful orgasms she had ever felt—yes, more powerful still! Every new orgasm that god unleashed on her became the most powerful in life, and the poor lady could barely take it.

“OOOAAAHH!!” She screamed, and then she shut up, crushed by pleasure too overwhelming on her chest—or maybe it was Samara sucking and squeezing her tits, drawing her milk, milking her like a cow.

“OOOH...!!”

The tongue swelled, coiled, rolled around inside of her, stimulating every! Single! Nerve! In her pussy! The goddess gasped, panted, shivered, screamed, died, but the god was unrelenting.

“So big...!!” Her eyes almost popped out as she shivered.

“So...” She bit her lips. She came and came and came! “B-big!! So...” She gasped. Air left her lungs.

“BIG!!” Her giant chuckled, reveling in her innocence, knowing how she had no idea how much bigger he was going to get! He ate out her pussy, striking orgasm after orgasm in her, counting them, each and every orgasm, not just her squirts, but all the wild and electrifying orgasms shocking her in every inch of her body, and they were at least fifty massive orgasms going on all at once, striking her in different spots of her body, making her tits lactate on her and womb gush fresh eggs into her uterus, which he was sucking from her cracking, opening cervix like juice from a straw.

“OOOOO-UU-EEEHH!!” The woman cried like a cat being penetrated. The god sucked her out until he was done.

A massive blast came from her pussy as the male withdrew his tongue, popped his lips from her sex, and felt his face washed away by her juices, a continuous, powerful hose dousing his face, torso, and clothing. With his powerful hands, CLASP!!, he grabbed the enormous black buttocks of Samara, shaking on his face, and now it became Samara’s turn to shake, shiver, and shout as the god unfurled his massive tongue inside of her, penetrating her like a horse cock, and drawing the wildest, most hollowing scream from the woman as he filled her up entirely.

“HOOOOOOOOOO-SHIIIIITTT!!” The Black goddess went wild.

“THIS TONGUE...!!!” Shivers and stammers. Slowly and slowly, the woman coming undone.

“IS A FUCKING BULL COCK!!” She hosed squirt powerfully on the man’s mouth, making him gulp louder, harder, and quicker.

“AAAHEE, DAD!! OH, FATHER!!!” She collapsed on top of Erika’s body, shivering and shaking like a fish on the hook, and this time it was Erika’s turn to embrace her lovingly and cover her face with long, wet, purring kisses, bringing her supreme black tits to her mouth and enveloping their turgid mass with her thick, wide, supple lips, sucking and sucking her, tasting her milk, which was so ungodly rich and thick.

“AAAAAUUUUUH...!!!” Samara cried, then stayed mostly silent for most of the of the double-sucking.

The girls had had many lovers. Samara herself had accumulated over 1,000 sex partners at the tender age of twenty-two, with Erika scoring a respectable 280 at nineteen. The two goddesses could count on their hands the number of men who defeated them in the battle, that is, who tired them out and exhausted them with their superior lovemaking. Barely two men for Erika and maybe eight for Samara. All these men eventually collapsed and faded into exhaustion as the goddesses adapted to their bodies and learned how to make them cum by barely touching them, therefore up until that afternoon the goddesses called themselves absolutely invictus, absolutely triumphant over all males and undefeated in the sexual arts.

And then there came that fresh-faced muscled country god with his powerful hands and horse-cock-sized tongue driving her to orgasms twenty times stronger than the strongest orgasms they felt with their best of studs. Just like the girls had learned to make their men kneel and cum in their pants with only a touch on their shoulders, that god was turning the two women into his slaves with just his powerful, possessive squeezes on their asses, their legs, their tits, and his kilometric bull-dick-thick tongue inside their gushing cunts.

The goddesses were driven to the edge of unconsciousness: the male ate out the Black chick, drinking from her vastly more voluminous, but thinner juices, until her trembling became more like a sickening spasming and she drew closer and closer again to that overwhelming blackness that would see her sleeping for good, for many and many hours, perhaps the whole day, until she recovered from those shattering orgasms that were making her organs literally boil.

“P-p-please, daddy ... p-please!!”

The god took his tongue out of her cunt, making her squirm and cry as the tongue slid along every inch of her pussy, striking her with an overdose of orgasms not too dissimilar from a taser to the cunt.

“OOOOOOOAAAAAAAAOOOOOOHH!!!” The Black whore howled. Her pussy erupted like a volcano on the god’s face: SPLAAAAAASSHHH!!! This was her most powerful, her most potent ejaculation yet. The god controlled her spasms and tamed her legs by grabbing her really hot and hard on her hips, and then he shook her possessively, growling and purring at the sight of her unfathomably massive ass and her throbbing, gaping, gushing cunt. Erika caught a glimpse of that divine stallion opening his mouth and drinking from Samara’s juices as she blasted them away through her cunt. The juices traveled many inches in the air before splashing almost in a straight line on the back of their god’s throat. Samara could feel a large cup in two or three seconds with those blasts. Even for Samara’s incredibly high standards, those orgasms were almost superhumanly strong. How could a single male be so powerful?!

The god slapped the whore on the ass, making a loud whiplash almost crack the windows of the dark. At least this was Erika’s impression. She slapped Samara’s ass again, and then again, and again and again, five more times, harder and faster, until each slap seemed to be depleting the energy of the goddess, making her buns visibly swell and throb with pain, and then Samara howled: “AAAAHEEEE...!!” And she collapsed on top of Erika, squirming and shivering, crying so many countless tears, while squirting much less hard, much less powerfully from her cunt.

“Worthless Black ghetto whore.” The god dispensed lighter, kinder slaps on her buns, making her jolt with every slap.

“I’ll pump you up with my White virile kids!” He went down to her ass and pushed his face between her buttocks, making the goddess cry and gasp and suck air as he licked her whole, from pussy to asshole to the top of her cheeks, making sure to press her and stimulate her hard with the full force of his manly tongue, which made her feel as if three huge Black men were fucking her with the biggest dicks of her life all at once—one in her pussy, one in her ass, and the other alternating between pussy and ass. She howled, and with a final slap... BLAAAM!! The god make her collapse almost completely on Erika’s body, shivering and whimpering impotently while her pussy squirted much thinner, weaker juices.

“Now, miss Sweden!” He made Erika jump and whimper, grabbing her ankles, spreading her legs, and slowly bending back down to her ever-squirting pussy.

“Cum for daddy. Cum your perfect Nordic eggs in your daddy’s mouth.

“Oh, my GOOOO-OOOH...!!!” Erika squirmed, screamed, and died as the god penetrated her again. Her sight, already so blurry and hazy, became incredibly dark as that huge, filthy mass of meat stimulated all her thousands of pussy nerve ends at once, and then all she saw was blasts of energy and colors all around her, with her squirting reignited to the max.

The god sucked and gulped her juices, making his terribly large and thick neck widen and bulge even larger, thicker with every gulp, seeing how Erika’s squirts, at their strongest, were only forty percent as bulky as Samara’s—if Samara ejaculated one hundred ounces of womb cum, Erika would be able to ejaculate forty at most—but immensely thicker and heavier, creamier and richer, with many more (and much healthier) eggs in the same amount of semen. If Samara came a whole gallon of cum, her pussy semen would weigh about twenty pounds—heavier than twice the weight of the same amount of water, for the girl’s pussy cream was so much richer, so much more nutrient-filled than water! With the same amount, however, Erika’s squirt would weigh almost sixty pounds! Her cum just was just a hair away from becoming a paste, and the god loved it, feeling himself rejuvenated and reinvigorated by those creamy juices—juices that were so much thicker and richer than any breast milk, incomparably superior to even the raw milk from a cow’s teats.

The god ate them for thirty minutes. For thirty long, bliss-inducing, soul-stealing, agonizing minutes the god ate one goddess, then the other, then again the previous goddess, then again her jealous friend, sapping their energies with each round of suctions, marveling at their strength, stamina, and power. At one point, while Samara’s pussy ejaculated with half its max power on the god’s face, the stallion, drinking and lapping on her gushing juices, made a proud comment: “You girls are sexual Olympians.” Then he ate Samara again, making her howl and cry, but now much lower and weaker than any howl or prior cry.

“You really are sex gods.” He commented in between gulps and suctions.

“Be proud. Rejoice.” He gave them the nastiest, filthiest glance.

“We’ll be able to enjoy each other’s company for a reeeally long time.”

So he went back to eating them again, from pussy to pussy stealing their power, their energy, gauging their strength as he pushed their bodies to the limits, testing them out with his tongue and fingers, really just giving them a taste for what was in store. Near the end of these thirty minutes, the two goddess had collapsed on the ground, shivering and muttering nonsense while completely lying on their backs, seeing the darkness overtake their shattered sights as the god lifted his head from one pussy, which ejaculated less and less juice after every round, and bent it down to another pussy, making the goddess shiver and shake slightly more, whimper a little louder, and gush slightly stronger juices into his mouth.

“P-please ... god ... help...!”

Neat the twenty-sixth-minute mark, the two goddesses were nearly depleted. Their breasts looked devastated, even huge with all the bruises from the suctions and the excessive sweating, their bodies red and slightly swollen, shivering with cold sweat as the bed around them was so wet it was almost a lake. The women could not move. Even their shaking was much reduced. Soon, even breathing became too hard as the god relentlessly exhausted them from their pussies, literally drinking their energy away while leaving nothing but burning, electrifying orgasms everywhere in their bodies.

Their hands slowly groped the ground, reaching out for each other unable to even turn their head and look at each other, the goddesses drew comfort from the touch and the embrace of their hands. The stallion sucked his tongue from one pussy, then dipped into the other. One woman gasped, the other panted. Their bodies were feverish. They were so hot they felt about to die.

At the thirty-minute mark, the goddesses could barely breathe. Their hasty breaths sounded like little mice squeaking in their ears, and then darkness covered her eyes more quickly, fading the color from the world and then making everything seem like it was spreading apart, moving away, the world growing bigger and more distant as the two goddesses fell unconscious.

“No.” Then, they heard a voice...

“Don’t you think you can even start resting, my pussies.” Then ... they felt a blow.

BLAAAM!! Erika jolted, seeing and feeling everything around her as if cocaine had been injected straight into her veins. Another massive slap followed, and she squirmed when it exploded in the air, making the windows of the car creak and rumble—though the slap was not directed at her. BLAAAM!! Samara sprang up on her side. The two ladies rose to their butts, sitting on the bed while moving back, back in panic, and pushing their backs against the doors behind them, instinctively trying to flee that bull, who instead only smiled at them.

“Tell me how good I am.”

The white stallion had the cockiest grin either of the girls had ever seen. Their hearts burned while their pussies squirted thick, long hot juices on the car. Squiiirt! Squiiirt! Squiiirt!! Many of their squirts hit the god’s impossibly large and bulky torso, gluing his clothes to his terribly powerful, indescribably sexy muscles.

“You’re God!” Samara was the first bitch to bark, not even sure of what she was saying as her lips trembled so much and her head shook like it was going to fall from her neck.

“You’re bigger than God! You’re better than God!” She spread out her legs, though it felt like her legs were moving on their own, rolling and squirming on the ground like the Earth’s biggest, sexiest black anacondas.

“You’re an Alpha male. You’re a bull god!” Samara stammered, choking on her spit.

“You’re the biggest, hardest motherfucker on the planet. You’re a sex god and a breeding machine,” she spread her legs out incredibly wide, fingering her gushing pussy as a massive ooze of pussy cum spread in the bed around it.

“And I want you to breed my fat, thick pussy if your superior White seed.”

The god purred and nodded, pleased with her answer. He then brought his hand to his crotch, where the most massive pile of meat was hiding inside. He grabbed his superm bulge and gave it a squeeze. GROOOOAANN!! The thing almost roared once the pressure was applied to it! Seeing his girls gawk and drop their jaws at the unfathomably large bulge that his grip highlighted on his pants, the god managed to smile even cockier, even more arrogant as he calmly, smugly asked his next question: “How hard do you want my White seed in your Black cunt.”

Samara panted and squirmed. One tear left her eye, and the Black diva looked blessed, as if receiving that powerful seed was the only thing she ever wanted in her life.

“I am your slave.” She uttered, sounding almost dreamy, and Erika looked at her with a slight shock, seeing her proud friend breaking the one taboo she vowed to never break.

“I will become a slave to my White daddy. Forever.”

The god crushed his bulge even harder, making that long, roaring sound stretch out longer in the car.

“Tell me how superior my White seed is. How much hotter and thicker it will feel inside your big, fat Black womb.”

Samara shed another tear, all too pleased with pleasing her new master: “Your White seed will wash my Blackness away. Your White bull cock semen is so powerful, so potent, that you will fill me up with more cum than a woman could ever want in your life and breed me with strong White babies.” She sucked her lips and purred, groping her gigantic Black tits with her hands, making her fingers disappear under their colossal mass.

“I’m the strongest, purest-blooded Black chick in the world and your White seed will drown all my perfect Black genes away. I will pump out babies. Many powerful White babies. Babies as White as snow. All these babies, countless babies, babies from your powerful, superior White seed ... I will pump them out like a factory, like a baby machine, y-your...” She shivered. Her eyes glimmered with utter delight, and yet another tear was shed.

“Your breeding stock. I will be livestock for your White babies, pumping out as many babies as you want from me, and all these babies gonna be White, White, White.” A fourth tear fell.

“Now because my Black blood is weak, but because your White blood is god! God! You are god! And your godhood will triumph over my body. Wash all my Blackness away.” Her smile grew wider and shinier, and her purring became almost a chuckling.

“Your seed is so potent ... no one will ever look at my kids and think that any of them came from a Black body. From any body, any parent other than two tall, White, perfect Nordic fuckers!” She shivered again, as if carried away by excessive emotion.

“I am going to be bred by a big White bull god! A White bull and a White god! From now on, all of my bloodline will be White ... and I love it!”

She spread out her legs even wider, moving one over Erika’s thicker thighs and the other almost around her waist, splaying herself at an angle very close to one hundred and eighty degrees. Her pussy was stretched and her juices were flowing like an open damn. For the first few seconds, it was like somebody had poured a big cup of thick, sticky liquid on the ground. The bull grunted and licked his lips. Samara rejoiced upon seeing his arousal.

“Breed me, master, breed me!” She pulled her massive tits up, showing her White stallion all that juicy Black meat she had to offer.

“You can’t deny my Black genes are the best a White dick can conquer! Fuck me! Breed me! Paint my whole bloodline White with your White god seed!”

The god nodded lightly, purring in approval. Then, stopping Samara’s words with a firm gesture of his palm, the god turned his head slowly to Erika, who sprang up and stiffened, feeling the intense heat of his penetrating gaze.

“And you?” His voice stirred her organs.

“Tell me how good I am.”

Erika gasped and silently despaired. However many combinations of words and florid speeches she tried, she realized she quite could never compete with Samara, who had just surrendered her Blackness away! Since she knew the proud, Black chick, Samara came from a long line of African demigods and noblepeople who, despite enjoying the pleasures and the meat of any race and ethnicity, so long as their bodies were appetizing enough, never once married anyone outside their race—which wasn’t just Black, but a very specific ethnicity hailing from southwest Africa. Samara literally had (distant) cousins who were presidents of State companies and warlords of small nations in Africa. She had billionaires in her family, all of whom mating only with the proudest, sassiest, biggest-tittied and most-massive-assed black-as-night African queens, and their Black genes were so powerful that even the bastards kids they had with non-Blacks—bastards always, for they refused to invite non-Blacks into their progeny—turned out most of the times just as Black as them.

Samara’s bloodline was living proof of this, though Erika didn’t know these details in specific. Two fierce and independent, almighty whores, these two colossal titans of Black sexuality had had scores of bastards from fathers of many different races. Samara’s mother especially had great fondness for the Nordic types—the blonder, the better, she used to say—yet every single kid she had from them turned out Black just like herself, just like all the mighty Blacks that had come before her. The delicate and tender facial features of Samara’s family, by the way, weren’t even a byproduct of some cross-breeding with Europeans, but a native feature of their genes, of that environment the steel-hard Black genes of her specific ethnicity were forged on. As such, Samara could literally claim “purity of blood”, for her father was a massive Black man of the same ethnicity, as was her granfather and great-grandfather, and all the mighty Black studs that mated exclusively with the Black mares of her lineage, continuing that long and undefeatable bloodline that she swore was going to rule the world some day.

Blackness wasn’t a mere thing of kink and “spice” for Samara. No: Blackness was serious! Almost as serious to her as purity of blood had been to certain German folks a while ago.

“Black Aryan”, she used to call herself, and the fact that her Black genes washed over any “inferior, weaker” genes from her mates—from her mother to her grandmother, and so on and so forth—was the clear, undeniable proof that her Black genes were superior, they were stronger, they were the ultimate dominant genes on Earth ... and that it was all a matter of time for her spectacular tribe, who now numbered in the tens of millions, to breed itself into the fullness of humanity.

A hundred years from now, she said, all of humankind will be me. And she showed her dark skin.

“Not just Black, but this very specific shade of Black you’re seeing here.” And she laughed, oh, how hard she laughed! “Soon enough, everyone will be like me—and then we can finally start getting serious with this bloody species!” And Erika believed her, gulping and admiring her, for she had never seen a person so headstrong or a family so mighty as the one Samara hailed from—a family of Black gods and studs! Blackness wasn’t just a skin color to her. Blackness was All!

And she surrendered it. All of it. She committed herself to that White stud and promised him things that, if anyone else in her family heard it, would result in her permanent expulsion from the tribe. Erika knew it and the stud felt it: she was the mightiest Black queen on the planet, and she herself admitted that her Blackness would soon be washed away by that stud’s Whiteness—that his White seed was more powerful than her Black womb! Heresy of heresies! Yet she said it in the calmest, most natural manner possible, as if her words were all self-evident truth.

The god was so good, so inhumanly gorgeous, so demonically arousing, and so preternaturally skilled at fucking that little less than an hour under his touch and his tongue was enough to make that Black goddess surrender her Blackness to him. To surrender herself as his slave!! Holy shit!! How the fuck was Erika going to compete with that??

She couldn’t, and she quickly realized she couldn’t, and as soon as she realized this, the answer became clear: “I second her.” She said, simply, shrugging her perfect, supermodel-like shoulders.

“And I surrender myself to you.”

The god raised one eyebrow.

“Surrender yourself?”

She bowed to him, though not really having the strength to bow completely until her forehead was touching the ground.