Chapter 2

When the 89yo worthless bimbo opened the door, she gasped as if it were the first time she saw him. “My, my!”

A bundle of muscles! A mountain of it!

Young stallion Jason struggled to contain his hard-on as he smelled the potent scent of that centenarian in heat. His mind was a mess, and his hormones burned like the engines of one thousand Ford Mustangs racing against the wind.

“Dear god...!!”

The young steed could not imagine a woman being so fertile and so abundant!

Janet Van Beckham had more tits than a cow, more ass than an African goddess or a Brazilian butt champion, more legs than an Olympic runner, and a frame otherwise slimmer, longer, and sexier than any supermodel Jason had fucked.

The only thing in her body that betrayed her superior age was her face and the back of her hands, where some wrinkles were visible, but still, Janet’s face was mature and motherly the only way a seasoned vixen could be.

“Jesus...!”

Even when standing still, her body was loud and vigorous with motion. Her tits boomed and bounced, her ass clapped and banged, and her thighs sizzled as they were rubbed together constantly by the force of their own mass, the gravitational pull of their own dense flesh, like steel!

“Hello there, stud.” Janet herself was enchanted, almost as entranced by the giant horse as he was by her giant mammaries. “I see you got yourself something nice for mommy.”

Jason’s heart galloped as his horse-sized penis engorged in his pants.

“Let it go, hon.” The sultry goddess laid her delicate fingers on his bulge, and Jason’s muscles all boomed and hardened upon being touched by the hottest bimbo in the universe. “I want you horse cock big and hard to breed the plenty of eggs I’ve been making for you.”

Licking her fat and luscious lips, so red with blood and not one drop of lipstick, Janet Van Beckham moved one hand down along her curvy silhouette, her tall and thin profile, and rubbed her palm against her tummy, where her womb throbbed visibly, bulging against her soft skin.

“My, my. I am lush with eggs, my breeder.” Janet didn’t give the boy time to think: kindly and gently, she groped his turgid manhood and pulled him into the massive penthouse. “Come, bull. We’ve got a lot of breeding to do.”

The giant youth was mesmerized by Janet’s slim, yet fit and muscular back, and by the sight of her colossal tits, most of which were still visible from her back. “God ... oh, god...”

The stud drooled for her, and his penis almost broke from its containment as he dropped his eyes onto the woman’s large, hard-as-a-brick-house supermassive buttocks!

Boom! Boom! Boom...!!

As Janet walked, the floor rumbled with her bountiful curves. She was the most abundant woman he had ever seen ... and she was well over 70 YEARS his senior. “Jesus, Janet...”

The young stud was almost out of breath. Flexing his powerful arms, the stud recharged his confidence by feeling his biceps bulging out of his sleeves, and their veins alone almost tear through his shirt before the muscles did.

Janet purred, feeling the young and powerful steed charge up for her. “Hmm, my...!” His penis was a hot like an iron rod in her grip, and it was only half-hard.

The bull groped Janet’s buttocks with one hand and wrapped the fingers of the other hand around her breasts. The room was loud with the sound of her youthful curves being fumbled and fondled by that powerful, hungry steed.

She stopped dog-walking him into the room. The woman had no teases or drama for him; she surrendered to his touch almost completely, enjoying his strong hands and his lush lips, again, like it was the first time.

Janet was never dominant. In a way, she was the most womanly woman any man had ever met.

Her power—what made her truly scary!—lied in something else, somewhere inside her outrageous womanhood. “Oh, stud...”

The young steed pulled her into a hug from her back, and the goddess cooed, moaned, and gasped as she felt herself squashed by his tank-like physique.

“You’re so strong! Oh, daddy, stop it! You’re too ... too powerful!” She purred and mewled as she rubbed herself on his body, which might have been of iron, pure titanium for all she cared.

The stud wrapped his fingers around the turgid mass of her orbs, dragging them into the silky robes and pulling the cloth apart, getting his woman nude for him.

Janet wore a simple piece that covered most of her body, and with the flicker of the stud’s sausage-like fingers, this piece came out, and the nakedness of her being made the room shine as if a small sun had been lit in it.

“God ... damn it, Janet!!”

For once, the stud stopped, and he had to take a few steps back to control his heart and try not to ejaculate all over his pants at the sight of Janet’s glorious nudity.

“Hmm, what is it, stud? Do you find it hard to control yourself next to this perfect, flawless body?” Janet turned around to face him, assaulting his eyes and his sensed with the unbelievable size of her hard, supple tits.

The woman had an impossibly curvy frame, a most outrageous hourglass physique that made it seem like she would break in the middle, around her navel, from the weight of her colossal breasts.

Jason could wrap his fingers around her waist, have his thumb and pinky finger touch on her back, groping her spine. The fingers of a single hand. She was so sexy and outrageous like this.

The stallion’s heart boomed as he devoured that woman with his eyes. Janet was seventy, eighty years older than almost all women his dick had savored and fertilized, yet none of these worthless, lowly bitches had curves 1/10 was mighty as that grandma’s; no breasts one fraction as large, fat, and weighty, and no muscles as trimmed and ready for hours upon hours of pounding, with a stamina that rivaled that of animals.