Chapter 2

I emerged from the sea of his cum and, GOD, how delicious his paste was! I had horse jizz all over my mouth. The stuff was leaking through my nostrils and pushing against my cheeks, burning on my chest, while loads more penetrated me and fecundated me through my pussy, or rather, my hungry pussy lips opened up and chewed, chewed, chewed on the marvelous broth that the horse had cummed all over me. “Hhrm...! God...!” I chewed and swallowed his heavy sperm, and the giant sperm cells of his nectar whipped their tails against the walls of my throat, tickling me as they went down, splashing heavily inside my tummy. “Jesus...!”

The bull stood before before me, giant shoulder blades and head through the broken roof of his expensive SUV. “Uuuurrrhm ... Uuuurrhm ... Uuuurrrhm...” He wasn’t very tired, but he was recovering, and every breath he took thundered like a god hammering iron in the bowels of the Earth: “Uuuurrrrhm ... Uuuuurrrhm...” It took me a long while to wipe the thick, heavy layers of his ball stew from my face and open my eyes, which were all but glued shut by his potent sperm, but when I did, I was met by the sight of the most colossal, muscular, well-endowed and pornographically hung Adonis in existence.

“God ... s-s-s-shit...!!!” I came. I shook. I flailed around like a dying fish as the stud god simply looked at me and took his deep, grumbling breaths, slowly recovering his power and storing more cum back inside his testicles. The enormous testes shivered just under his knees. They were ostrich eggs getting bigger and fatter with the dense threads of cum that rained inside from the swollen tubes that fed them breeding syrup straight from the god’s sexual cells. Every inch of his body was a factory built for the production and manufacturing of sperm, and every other function was auxiliary, secondary to his divine breeding duties. “God ... god...” I spat out more of his cum and rose to see more of him. The giant stallion glowed like he had stolen rays from the sun and infused them in his pores. Covered with semen, he was as well, but the cum burned out and slid away from his body way faster than it did from mine. In fact, I was but a giant doll of his semen, struggling just to get my face cleaned up, while he cleaned himself with only a few swipes of his massive hands.

The god sank his fingers in his pecs, enjoying the feel of his own muscles. I saw those pecs, bigger than the frame of a tank (and just as hard), sinking under his sausage-sized fingers, the muscular fibers tensing up and cording as the god stretched them and flexed them, and every movement from him was like ... perfection. Every little thing he did was eroticism taken to the extreme. “Fuck ... horse...” A body like a horse with the beauty of all the Greek gods rolled into one. What kind of genes could produce such a masterpiece, fuck, I wouldn’t know. I had near-perfect genes myself, but ... fuck, whatever.

My eyes glimmered with stars as I watched that supermassive hung god clean his body and fondle the base of his 12-pack abs, rolling his fingers around the stupidly thick and large base of his monster cock. Upon seeing his virile thingie, I gasped again, for the enormous breeding stick was fully hard, though pointing straight away from his body, not pressing against his chest when it was, like, totally flexes. “T-three ... t-three...” I struggled to utter its length as if the penis would hear me and, like a beast endowed with thinking independent from its master, DEVOUR ME. “Three fucking feet...” The ultra-veiny, girthy masterpiece was three feet long, thirty-six inches of white boy breeding perfection, and it looked like the boy couldn’t get it any softer than that, with the cock rising and throbbing, and its tip jolting upward with every one of his deep and rumbling breaths.

“Uuuurrrhm ... Uuuuurrhm...”

This wasn’t all about it. There was semen. There was semen everywhere, sure, but primarily ... there was semen, hot semen, heavy cum bursting and oozing from his penis. I looked at the enormous piss hole in the middle of his shiny, red helmet, and god, every inch of its width was clogged with semen. Blursp! Burp! Blursp! The semen oozed and flowed and splashed on the ocean of cum right below the throbbing helmet. A heavy flow several fingers thick, about as thick as a wrist, just oozing and flowing, streaming down slowly and lazily due to its immense density. Blursh! Blursh! Blursh! Hot. Powerful. All-consuming. A god! Semen that itself was god, and it was fresher than all that cum that surrounded and drowned me. “Dear ... sweet...!” I licked my lips and tasted his heavy, salty cum, and then I brought myself over to his penis, breaking through the hundreds of pounds of stickiness of his cum puddle to drag my face under his swollen helmet and drink directly from the nectar of his testicles. Blursh! Blursh! Blursh...!

The god smiled as he saw his bitch so submissive under his fountain of jizz. The entire car reeked of cum, but I drank from his nectar as if every drop he served me was my first! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! I opened my mouth and let it fill up with the cups of cum that streamed lazily and neverendingly through the thirty-six inches of his supreme horse cock. I raised my hands to his virile monster and wrapped my tender fingers around the impossibly large and sturdy girth of his pole ... and I gasped! I gasped upon feeling the iron-hardness of his manhood and trying to choke it with my two hands, only to fail and realize that I needed at least another hand to wrap my fingers completely around his girth. “Now, this is what a true penis feels like!” I told myself in my mind, and every second I almost choked on the cups of hot sauce his penis kept leaking.

Blursh! Blorst! Blurst! The heavy drops splashed on my face and gave me the most wonderful facial ever. I fondled his god cock and imagined I was servicing a horse, but no horse could be as thick as him (though I suppose horses were probably just as long). “God ... god ... god...” I chanted as my long and thin neck swelled up with every gulp and lazy swallow of his loads. My stomach was bloated with liters of his cum, and I kept adding more and more as the horse roared and laid his giant fists on his hips, getting stimulated by my touch and my worship again.

“Uuurrhm! Uuuurrhm!!”

His muscles rippled and thundered. I tried to touch his enormous abs, but couldn’t; his cock was so long that I literally couldn’t reach out to his abs or his balls, and his testicles were so tempting that I had, oh, I had to abandon the open tap that was his cum stream to kiss inch after inch of his veiny, throbbing super-cock and drag my face along it closer and closer to his powerful balls, which were soooo full of cum again, so bloated and hurt with excessive concentration of jizz. “Dear god ... how do you make so much cum like this, uh?” Smelling and snorting every fat and oversized vein of his behemoth, I pushed my face and my nose against the base of his penis and his crotch, snorting heavily as I lowered my head to his titanic testicles, where I laid kiss after kiss, sucking them tenderly with my fat and puffy lips and cradling them on my giant, fat, and velvety tits.

“Uuuurrrhm!! Uuuuurrrhm!” The bull kept groaning and I kept biting his testicles. In the wild, mares and lionesses often walk behind the asses of their mates and bite their genitals to stimulate them, and I was doing just the same: I was biting and pulling his ballsack, feeling the semen stir and flow faster beneath, and then again, I pushed myself against the middle of his sack, where his enormous balls met, and I slobbered and lavish them with spit, drinking the juices of my squirt back with all the semen that was stuck in them, and with my tongue, I pressed and pushed and squeezed the ballsack to feel the semen flowing faster and faster, and god, the thing was even thicker than before; he was producing stronger and purer loads, and I was sure that, when he ejaculated those monster loads inside me, the babies he had knocked up with already would be erased and replaced by even stronger, more genetically primed children.

“Bring ... it ... on!” I chanted as I slobbered loudly and wetly over his balls, masturbating them and squeezing them against the heavy mass of my breasts, and my bull groaned over and over again, getting louder and deeper with every groan, before he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out of the car.

The bull dragged me by the hair while I devoured and consumed his enormous jewels. Sorry, my love, but I cannot get enough of your testicles. They were arousing and squirt-inducing like nothing else in the world could be. The source of all his power and masculinity. “I can ... smell ... the testosterone inside these machines!” As the bull dragged me out of the car, I absent-mindedly ate and kissed the ever-loving shit of his sperm-making machines. “They truly are like animals!” I put my ears against those testicles and heard them groaning, roaring, the semen flowing and churning, Glursh! Glursh! Glursh! Glursh, chugging and sprouting like one hundred to one thousand horses being cock-milked by machines. I wrapped my forearm under my tits and pushed them up, and with my other arm, and pushed his testicles down, making a pancake of tits and testicles, and shit, his balls were so fat that I dropped from the sides of my massive breasts. “Shit...!” And semen dripped from every inch, with lots of it oozing into and out of the crack between my tits, splashing back at my face with the strength, the pressure between them. “Jesus...!”

Semen was splashing and falling from his chest as the god dragged me over the lake of cum he had ejaculated. He stopped, and rather carefully, he dropped me on the ground, where the mantle of his cum made for an incredible bed. “Oh, daddy!” I cooed, and the horse had to push me out of his testicles, “Noooo...!”, so I actually left them in peace; but he was loving it, that hung bastard, yes, he was, and he had this big, pussy-drenching smile on his Adonis face when he dragged me out of his genitals and pushed me with one foot against the ground, making sure that I stayed put and away from his fabulous, throbbing, always-engorging eggs. “Hmm, they’re sooo much bigger...!!” I cried and cooed, seeing those god balls throb ... throb ... throb again ... and with every throb become just a little bigger, just a little fatter, swinging just a little lower under his knees.

I had the chance to look around, though, and see the massive lake of cum he had produced. “Fuck. You are one powerful stud.” I cooed, and around us, in the middle of the forest, not yet surrounded by trees, but like, in a grassy clearing, I saw this huge lake of cum several inches deep. The cum under me was about three inches thick, but there were mounds and heaps here and there, with some steaming piles reaching two feet tall, and the lake, the puddle, fuck, it was huge! Like ... I think it was over ten feet wide. No, wider than this. Between ten and twenty feet, though I was unsure if it was wider than twenty feet, and almost perfectly spherical. “Jesus...!” Out of words I was for the power of his balls and the immensity of his virility. No horse could cum like this. Not one thousand horses. “Fuck.” The only animal that could quite compete with him in loads was an elephant, and even then, I knew it would take at least one hundred of these sex-starved, fully grown animals to produce so much jizz. “Daddy...!” I blink sexily at him, making a puppy face as the god turned his back and revealed the other side of his impeccable physique. “AAAHEEEEE...!!”

I came. Goddess, I came! Squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt! I showered his back with hoses of my squirt as the god revealed that impossibly ripped, muscular back, those finger-licking good obliques, shit, and all those muscles that I could name save from his... “Glutes! Glutes! Glutes!!” His ass, yes. His glutes were a masterpiece, big and hard and meaty, very round and bubbly for a man so muscular, but god, I knew that they were all pure muscle, for they rippled and trembled with that million-fiber texture, so many fibers and strings of muscles that they made me lactate again! “God! God!” I was always lactating, I mean, but the sight of his perfect, rippling, bulging glutes turned my lactation, my humble milking into several hoses of nectar again.

The god walked back to the wreck of his SUV. His penis was pointing up, probably a 45-degree angle, and cum was sprouting out like piss. He looked like a horse taking a leak, but instead of golden urine, it was cum! Cum, cum, cum being pissed out of his pricker, and the god wasn’t even trying to cum, but the stuff just seemed to leak out at ever-greater pressures with the growing size of his stones. Oh, those balls! They felt like burdens as they hung so heavy and low between his godly thighs. Jesus Christ, those thighs ... I had never seen muscles so big! “God, your legs...!” My eyes melted as they flowed from his bulging glutes to those thick, hard, stone-crushing thighs. “Crush me between your thighs, daddy!” I stuck out my tongue and licked my fat lips loudly, urging him to commit war crimes against my body with that impeccable bundle of muscles that was his physique.

He just look good. Every inch of him was immaculate, like a statue from Mount Olympus, chiseled by the goddesses Athena and Aphrodite when they were at their horniest! As if not even Zeus and Adonis and Apollo combined could bring them to full pleasure. “You ... are ... so ... perfect...!” I mumbled, and I loved how the god just grunted and ignored me, probably hearing something similar, like, one million times a day. For once, I knew what it was like being “the ugly one” in the relationship, and he the hot girl everybody covered. “I mean ... shit. There is literally not one inch of your body out of place.” Staring at his muscular back, at his wonderful glutes and massive legs, and his humongous calves and golden, flowing hair, and those arms ... god, those arms ... with triceps bigger than any other man’s upper thighs ... fuck ... staring at him like this, for so long, started to break my mind and distort time and space around me. I began to feel dizzy, drunk, because when a body is so flawlessly constructed, like, down to the molecular level, without even an atom out of place, “God...!”, it started to break anyone’s mind, and I was bleeding through my nostrils by the time the god reached the wreckage of his SUV and began to eat it.

What...?

Yes, yes, he was eating it.

Before the god proceeded to eat the metal of his car for lunch, he stopped and turned back to me. He wanted to make sure I saw that other act of effortlessly virility.

He placed his hands at the top of the structure, where the ceiling used to be, and ripped a huge beam of aluminum from it, and his muscles barely budged. Crank!! The god took out that long piece of metal like a string of macaroni, then twisted it between his giant fists until it was thinner. He crushed the length of the beam in his palms, squeezing five inches of metal into a single inch, and then he did this for the entire beam until it was much, much thinner than before, and then, glancing over to me again, he raised one tip of that long beam to his mouth and took a bite out of it. Crunch!! The stallion ripped several inches of that aluminum beam like it was nothing, and then he chewed, chewed, chewed ... Gulp! And he swallowed it, and his muscles all rumbled, his fibers all stretched and vibrated harder, and his testicles ... Glooorsh!