The Most Powerful Being in the Universe
Copyright© 2026 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - The most powerful woman in the universe meets its most powerful stallion.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction DomSub FemaleDom Rough Spanking Harem Interracial White Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Lactation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size Violence
“Forty-eight!” Screamed one of the girls, jubilantly. “Forty-eight monstrous inches!”
The penis ejaculated a bigger, fatter wad of precum as if to celebrate her—their—achievement in reaching the end of it!
Forty-eight inches of humongous god-cock that send us twenty bitches into a wild frenzy: “You’re a god! You’re a god!” And kisses and kisses and more kisses between the excited praises. “God! God! God! God!” Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! “Bull, I can’t get enough of how much of a god you are!” She embraced the penis. Her yoga-ball-sized breasts crushed it, but could only wrap themselves around half of his firth. “Fuck, my tits...!” She made them bounce, but the hardness of the penis seemed to freeze them in place, the excessive fluids gluing them to the virile, veiny tube. “God, I can’t even jerk this beast off with my massive mammaries!”
The room was full of the delicious sounds of our bodies squirting, lactating, and the humongous penis oozing gallons of precum like a cosmic-sized faucet: Blursh! Blursh!! Bluursh!! Bloorsh...!!
And the sounds, of course, of our massive, colossal breasts, and equally massive, colossla asses jiggling, jumping, bouncing, wobbling: Bwoom-Bwoom-Boing-Bwoom-Woom-Woom...!!
The veins throbbed between our tits, which we had wrapped around (as much as we could) the monster dick, and every time they throbbed and pulsated, we felt their power radiating through our bodies. Our powerful physiques were shaken by the mere pulsation of those veins—which, to their credit, were as large as anacondas, as wide as subway tunnels.
“God! God! God-dick!” Mouths and tongues were crazy for the dick, slobbering on it, spitting on it, building puddles and trails of spit to be devoured back by the same hungry tongues. “God, I can’t get enough of it! The taste of my spit...!” Spit! Spit! Splat! Splash! “God! Your sweat and testosterone makes my spit taste like nectar! Like ... like ... like sex soup!”
Twenty mighty pussies ejaculated like geysers on the ground, volcanic explosions that helped us cool just a bit of the intense, star-making heat of our wombs. “Fuck ... fuck...” I myself was panting and swelling red with all those orgasms.
I wrapped my tender, supermodel arms around the colossus, and every inch of his veiny, titanium-hard mega womb-breaking behemoth made me orgasm harder than when Julius nailed me for a whole month long!
Julius. The third strongest man in the Universe!
We had made battle in the sheets for a month (of which I emerged victorious, obviously), and the strongest pleasure he and his four-feet-long erect penis made me experience was somewhat lesser than the orgasms, the climaxes, the thunderstorms of energy and electricity that the four feet of SOFT monster cock of that god gave me.
“Shit ... shit ... shit...!!” My brain was scrambled eggs—and I was blacking out! Passing out already! “Fuck fuck fuck damn...!” The temptation to “unleash” my muscles, to let out all my musculature again and try to dominate that penis was strong, but if I did it, fuck, I would be ceding victory to that bull already. “I’m merely worshiping your cock!” My tongue and my jaw hurt as I slurped aggressively on his big, bulbous member. “Yet already your cock is giving me pleasure ... AAAH!! ... comparable to the birth of a whole new universe!!!!”
The bull purred and grunted, fondling our golden hairs and our tits as he calmly, dominatingly enjoyed our worship of his dick. He was in no hurry, and in fact, he was pleased to let us “work him” for as long as possible, as every second we took without getting him hard, without eliciting a more vigorous reaction from his cock, was another second in which he proved his absolute superiority over us.
We were the Elites! The twenty hardest, strongest, most powerful women in the Known Universe! The mere sight of our faces got 99% of all males hard, ejaculating in their pants until their balls crumbled ans shriveled! The strongest men in the Universe fell to our touch in seconds! The absolute strongest of them survived with us only for a few hours! And yet...!!
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!! Hung bastard!!”
... that beast, that animal, that monster, he was demanding the full-blown worship from our naked bodies, AND WE COULDN’T EVEN GET HIS BASTARD PENIS UP!!! We were growing deaf with the sound of our tongues licking his cock, our lips kissing and sucking it dry of our spit, and our breasts rubbing it and jerking it off, AND THE IDIOT DIDN’T GET ONE IOTA HARDER, HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!
“You bastard! You damn, damn bastard!!” In a way, it didn’t really matter. He was so hot that our wombs were in paradise merely for being in his presence. “Touching you...” I uttered, forgetting that my body moved on its own, and that my free will was null and void, oh, when I touched him. “Is touching god. The power and energy of the whole cosmos ... materialized and manifested into a single, humongous stud!”
I moved back to his balls, which I watched with awe and envy. “This ... right here...” I cupped his testicles with my hands; one hand under each formidable nuts. “This is Power! This ... is ... Power!” I rolled my eyes and brought my face to his stinky, potent-smelling nuts. I smelled them. I rubbed my face on them. I furiously attacked them with kisses.
My breasts were hard and hot, spilling milk by the gallon, as I used them in tandem with my arms and mouth to worship and squeeze, stimulate and masturbate his humongous balls, and in this task I was joined by three other women, the four of us cooing and gasping at the enormity of him, the virity of his manhood.
“Can you believe the size of his nuts??” One gasped and giggled as she lavished one nut with very sticky, wet, gooey kisses. “God, these are factories! Factories of cum!”
Another woman rose to her knees and “twerked” on the balls, furiously rubbing her ass and pussy against the swollen monstrosity of one of his balls. “God, god, god!! I can feel your sperm reaching out to my pussy!” She ejaculated messily over all us, and we bathed in the gallons of her fluids, hot, hot, hot, hot!, hot juices clinging to our bodies, so thick they were! “Your sperm cells are so big and so potent! Oh, daddy...!!” She rolled our her tongue. Her eyes rolled up. Her face was staggered, and her expression was struck by total, utter submission. “Damn!! Damn!! DAMN!! DAMN!!!”
She was rocked by the strongest orgasms of her life, and after a minute of exploding, I mean, of ejaculating milk and pussy-juice so hard that she looked like her body was blowing up, she was out of commission, and she would remain so for many, many minutes, perhaps one hour ... but damn if I or anyone was counting!
We kissed the god. We worshiped him. “Your balls are more powerful than gods. Bigger and fuller of energy than the whole universe.” One kissed him adoringly, cradling his nuts with the tips of her finger like an antiquarium owner inspecting the finest, most expensive jewel. “God, you are so hard! You are so hard and splendid everywhere, but...” She placed her fingers on the orb and made them sink, pushing them slowly, tenderly, and the massive, shiny skin of the ball sank with it, diving into oceans of spunk. “Fuck. Your semen feels so furious in here! Like the soup of a primordial planet!” Kisses. Many kisses. “And your testicles are so soft and lively! We can touch them and masturbate them like this, oh, and they feel like nothing but happiness, pure happiness in our fingers.”
I rolled my eyes out of cringe and continued to devour those nuts more savagely, like an animal. I gathered my monstrous breasts and shook them, made them jump and jiggled in complex patterns, giving the god a ball-worship none of those women, not even his MOTHER could ever mimic, but the god remained steady and cool, and I couldn’t help but be both furious and in awe of his power. “Damn it, horse! I’d have drained the balls of millions of horses by now, but you ... you...!!” I looked at those testicles with real wrath, but then again, their size and beauty mollified my soul and turned it to butter, and then commanded me to lavish it with the most precious kisses this side of the Known Cosmos. “You remain unconquerable! Show us more of your power, horse, and how superior you are!”
“Superior! So superior!” Another woman feasted on his ass and thighs, worshiping his legs like they were his cock, jerking them off with her tits until they were burning red and hurting. “God, so much muscle! You have so much muscle, my Aryan god! Your genes are absolute perfection!”
Another slapped and kissed his ass, and she was especially delighted for worshiping his buttocks in the most slavish manner possible: “You’ve got such a perfect butt!” She bit him and kisses him, and then she rolled up her eyes while rolling out her tongue and dragging it all around his perfectly shapely, equally hard bottom. “Fuck, how can your butt be so muscular, yet so round! Oh, god, god, god! Only our Brazilian-gened friends have butts like this, and yours is somehow bigger—while also all white!” She giggled, feeling naughtier: “White people are so superior, and it’s no wonder that the most perfect male in existence would also be like us: a perfect Caucasian GOD!! Fitting to put that mixed, mongrel BITCH in her place!”
The place rumbled and boomed in the energy of our bodies and the rising power of defiance. We were turning against our goddess, who was genetically the opposite of us: the most perfect mixed-race goddess in the Universe, whereas our bodies were 100% White European, tracing our lineages unbroken to prehistoric Northern Europe ... just like our god! Just like the the genes of our god, which themselves were Caucasian Perfection!
“The end-point of eugenics!” I muttered drunkenly while serving those bastards who held, quite literally, the most powerful genetic code in existence. “The most powerful being ever conceived!” I grasped for his monster cock while licking the middle of his giant testicles obsessively, my tongue going up and down along the crack where his two tumescent cum-makers met. “Please, god! Defeat our queen for our! You are so, so powerful...!”
We worshiped him like this for one hour ... then two!
“Uuuurhm. Uuuuurrhm.”
The bull crossed his arms at some point, and we all felt the shock waves from his mighty torso expanding and bulging: Boooom!! Booooom!! The crossing of his arms, each thicker than the thighs of a horse, sounded like the felling of one million trees. His immense pecs jumped out even more immense, and we felt as if the god had just added another spaceship worth of weight to his already tremendous and colossal muscles.
I looked up, dripping from spit and milk from his stinky balls, and saw the white boy even bulkier and more swole than ever, his physique morphing into that of shapeless hulk, a monster who no only barely resembled the human form. “Jesus...!” And he wasn’t even trying to get swole! “You just crossed your arm, but you look like a ... like a ... blob!” I giggled. “A blob of flesh and muscles!”
The monster purred just a little louder: “Uuuuurhm-uuuuurh...” And I knew that he was pleased with my comments, just like we were pleased by his immense and outrageous form.
We knew we had worshiped his balls and penis for two hours when our bodies began to hurt. We started to feel somewhat unwell, as if we had exercised for too long without getting any “action” back. “Fuck, I hate to say it, but...!” I gritted my teeth before admitting defeat: “I need good dicking right now! If my womb doesn’t get pummeled...!!”
I didn’t need to complete it, for the god immediately changed this up, conducting us like his own personal symphony: he moved away from our worshipful tongues, and with a strong, daddy grunt, he kept us in place, preventing us from seeking him out with our boobs and our lips. “God, look at his testicles! Look how they swing and dangle between his legs! God, they are so big and beautiful! Fuck, did you see that? How they swelled with semen!”
“I see the semen running through his tubes right now, like a million rivers of the thing!” One clapped. “God, daddy, more! Show us more of your virility!”
The bull was pleased by us, and she struck some poses with his tremendous body, drawing orgasm after orgasm from us while smiling with that big, goddamned perfect stud face. “Oh, daddy!! We can’t get enough of your muscles!!”
Pecs bulged out like horses, each pec growing bigger than a tank, and I slobbered and dropped my jaw at the size of his abs as he made them dance and multiply, and the girth of his arms as he turned to either size and displayed every muscle, every outrageous vein of his body, knowing exactly what parts of him attracted us the most.
Yes. Yes! He knew exactly where our eyes turned to at every moment, almost like he could feel our gaze touching him like hands or fingers, and he generously bestowed us with what we coveted and lusted after so much, making his muscles expand and bulge into the perfect mass and the perfect shape.