Jimmy’s Cherries
Copyright© 2026 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - A hung boy loses his virginity
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction MaleDom Rough Harem Interracial White Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie First Facial Lactation Masturbation Pregnancy Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size
God, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I have to do it, ‘cause it feels right. It feels ... inevitable.
I look around and only see bitches. Far too many bitches for my liking, but whatever. What am I supposed to do about it?
They look around as well and keep track of each other, seeing each other as rivals, getting as annoyed as I am, but also reaching the same conclusions: nothing we can do about it. No.
In any case, there’s something far more important to keep us distracted from petty jealousy.
“Roooaar!! Uuurrgh!! Uurgh, that’s good! Fuck, babe, that feels so, sooo good!”
The monster. The call.
We heard his mating call from far and wide, and we all got the same idea as soon as we heard it: We have to see him. Yes. We have to get our pretty butts up and MOVE!
We have to...
We have to...!
Fuck...!
We have to mate with him.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...!!
The violent sounds and manly grunts rumble and boom as they make the ground shake and our massive breasts jiggle. We’re all some delicious pieces of meat, I can tell, though I am the biggest, most delicious of all.
I look at my monstrous breasts and feel confident of my superiority. This bespoke, inauspicious college suburb in the middle of nowhere has just become the gathering place for the world’s hottest bitches – or at least the ones who could make it here in time, being within the radius of his hungry, angry mating calls.
We walk cautiously towards the house, and we see cracks growing on the pavement around it, ruining the sidewalk, opening into narrow trenches, and the windows of the second floor of this huge, beautiful house are destroyed, just as its walls are being.
“God! Is that ... semen?”
We gasp and we gawk at the incredible loads being sprayed through the cracked windows.
Yes, that’s semen. Bull semen, horse cum. Jizz thicker and more powerful than the emissions of elephants, and it’s all, all for us now ... or for whatever bitch this stud is fucking!
“Uuurhm! Uuurhm!! Uuuurrhm!! Orhm, rooooaarr!!”
God, his sounds...
We’re dripping just from listening to him!
“God, he’s sooo hot!”
We shiver and quiver, and already we know that the world’s most handsome, powerful stud lies within reach, in that house, ejaculating god knows how much virile, fecundating sperm – and our wombs scream for it!
“Wonder who’s the lucky girl he’s fucking!”
The place shakes, rumbled, and quakes, and we approach carefully the main front door of what house, which we see is already open.
“God...”
Some girls are distracted as they look at the backyard and count the thick white jets that fall and splash on the green grass, forming huge puddles and pools. “Jesus! What in the actual fuck??” Some of the gasp with their nasal, vocal fries; true bimbos as dumb as they are HOT. “How many men are fucking?”
“I’ve never seen horses make so much sperm.” Another girl licks her lips, and her breasts are distractingly jovial and jiggly as she purrs, clearly a country girl who knows her way around virile, well-endowed beasts. “I’ve got a barn of prized studs, and the amount of semen we milk from them every month pales in comparison to this spunk!” I see the shivers traveling up and down her pretty, soft skin. “God! He must be a MONSTER!”
We enter the house. I’m in the lead.
The other girls envy me, but don’t complain. I can clearly see it in their eyes, the ravenous jealously, murderous even, but they cannot do a thing against me, as I’m clearly the hottest – and the bull’s prized lay.
Even though we haven’t seen him yet, we already respect him – as well as each other’s bounty. We’re his property, alright, and any damage to his property is subject to the most onerous compensation!
I’m the hottest. They all see this. My breasts are the biggest and fattest, and my milk is the creamiest, as well as the most abundant.
Gloorsh! Gluursh! Gloorsh!! Gluuursh!
The sounds that come from my bouncy tits is the same as that from his potent, ejaculating prick: the sound of primordial juice being stored (or, in his case, released) in containers that, no matter how large they appear to be, are always insufficiently sized for their tremendous loads.
I produce the most milk among them, so I’m the Alpha bitch. That’s how it works and that’s how it shall be.
Here, in this haven of sex and fertility, we don’t need to be anything more than we were born to be: breeding animals. Mere beasts.
“Uuurhm! Uuuurhm! Uuuurhm! Roooaar!!”
And we make our way now to the breeding animal whose mating calls aroused (and still arise) our sexes so much!
“Oh, my god!” The living room is already steamy with sexual heat and the scent of bodily fluids. “Is this ... his cum??”
We look at the staircase leading to the second floor. A waterfall of thick, white liquid lazily streams down its upper steps. It’s slow and heavy, and the liquid drips and oozes from the sides of the steps, flowing down the wall and gathering in huge puddles on the ground floor.
Our clits rage. Our pussies drench our panties, shorts, and whatever other pieces we’re wearing. “This is bull cum!” We utter spontaneously. “God! How much semen...?”
I lead the way, climbing the stairs, and my heart is racing when I reach the stream of sexual sauce, laying my feet on it and triggering the biggest, strongest orgasms of my damn life.
Everything is a blur afterward.
Dear god. We’re so, so screwed!
Not yet, but those bitches soon would be.
I turned around and saw my woman – Jessica – rise from the pool of my semen.
“God ... god ... god...” She cried after puking liters of my semen. The stuff oozed out of her nose, and she often had to sneeze it out just so she could breathe. “Oh, god. I’m so bred!”
She rubbed and tickled her swollen belly fondly. Her womb was stuffed with my seed. I had made it swell twenty times it size with pure semen.
“God. Oh, god...!”
The feeling of fullness triggered more orgasms on top of the multiple orgasms that already raged in her. In a way, I pitied her, ‘cause she would never get to feel like a normal woman again. She’d just been cumming and climaxing, orgasming and squirting nonstop now that I had fucked her.
“Com’ere,” I uttered, and the walls rumbled with my bassy tone.
The semen was very thick, so it didn’t make waves as I stepped on it and waddled across the pool of cum. My virility was unmatched, and that big ass room had just been flooded with tens of thousands of gallons of super seed. Fuck, the pool was at least a foot deep, and this was just my first nut of the evening – one that I forced myself to interrupt so I could enjoy more of her body and this wonderful thing called SEX.
Technically, I was still a virgin, ‘cause I hadn’t stuck my meat on her hole yet, but this was about to be corrected, yes.
I heard other bitches moving closer. “Huh. Must have called them with my big muscles.” I pumped my body, and it rippled with unparalleled virility: Boom! Boom! Boom! “Or my deep voice, or the scent of my stud cum!”
I flexed my body and struck some poses, making my woman orgasm even harder. “This is cool! I wonder if other Alpha men feel the same!”
I heard giggles. Jessica came a lot, but also found some time (and air) to chuckle. “No man can ever feel like you, Jimmy.” She swooned. “You’re a god, and all other men are just insects next to you.”
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