Janet's Bulls
Copyright© 2026 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Three bulls breed a 98yo nymphomaniac
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Rough Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size
Janet Van Beckham entered her bathroom, and the lights all shone at once, bathing her in white.
The bathroom was covered wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling with mirrors. She needed this to “track her progress” and attest the perfection of her genes.
She walked slowly, sensuously to the bathtub and turned it on. Instead of water, some kind of thick, white liquid came from the faucets and the shower-head.
Milk. And semen.
A lot of the milk was her own, produced effortlessly by her two supermassive, white gazongas.
As Janet walked, she filled the bathroom with the booming sounds of her bouncy tits: Bwoom-Bwoom-Bwooom...
She chuckled, for every little movement of her body reinforced her perfection. Every little thing was further testament to her superiority.
No other could ever hope to compete with her. Not even beauties well over half a CENTURY younger!
Janet was about to turn one hundred, and, if anything, she was starting to get annoyed by how slowly she was aging. “Such a boooore!” By how sluggish the signs of aging took to show on her body.
She didn’t want to age—who does?—but she didn’t want to live forever either. “The way things are going,” she cast a naughty glance to one of her thousands of reflections in the room. “I’m going to remain hotter than Pamela Anderson in her prime well past two hundred and fifty!”
She giggled, and then she walked away from the bathtub, which was enormous, and only slowly, very slowly filled up with milk.
The liquid bubbled and boiled as the place was filled with steam. Janet stood before one of the mirrors offering unimpeded view of her full body, then quickly disrobed.
Woooosh...
With a single flicker of her finger, she pulled a single lace from around her tiny, minuscule waistline, and the robe came down, revealing not just the hottest body of any old woman, but the hottest female body period.
Janet felt her pink, hard clit swell as she raised her chin and winked, brimming with confidence, at that reflection of a body that had not grown one day older.
“Not bad, Janet. Still not bad at all!” She turned around and purred, admiring the perfection of her form, and the sheer abundance of it!
Her curves! They almost hurt her! Oh, having to carry breasts like those...!
It was no wonder the woman needed to vigorously pump milk our of those tankers, otherwise they would explode after a mere day without being stimulated.
“A good thing my boys don’t even leave me a single day of rest.”
Janet turned left, turned right, and her breasts roared with their immensity. No mere cup size could describe the aggressive size of those supermassive orbs. They were planets rendered into flesh, then grafted into a very thin and elegant body.
“Oh, myyy...”
She purred sexily. Her voice was soft, silky, and perfect. Janet used to do ASMR voice work for fun. She liked to measure her sexual capital in terms of her voice alone, and last week, she scored $150,000 for a single 30-second sound bite to some Arab sheikh.
“Divine!” The goddess spoke, feeling the vibration of her throat as she purred, running her long and elegant fingers over her Adam apple, and damn, realizing how long it took from her to run her palm down from her chin to her collar bones.
Long, elegant, divine. A supermodel ... or so she would be, oh, if she didn’t have the most massive breasts and most outrageous glutes anyone had ever seen.
Her legs, too, abounded with flesh and fertility. Thick and juicy thighs, as would be expected from a woman with glutes so large and firm.
The goddess purred as she turned around and tried to find any imperfections on her body.
“None. None at all, still.”
The milk flowed heavily from the faucets into the bathtub. Blurb ... Blurb ... Blurb...
The goddess felt a pressure rising and growing in her breasts. “Oh ... oh...” She tugged her breasts softly underneath, but then she stopped and quickly pulled her hands back, realizing that “These babies are going to burst!”
She hadn’t milked herself for over 12 hours—the longest ever. This day, after all, was a very special day. “My 98th birthday,” the goddess purred, and then another tingle assaulted her pussy; the tingle of pleasure that came from superiority, from knowing that her face and body utterly ANNIHILATED those of any 18yo! “And my three biggest, sweetest boys!”
Her phone vibrated near the sink. She took it and, after reading the message, smirked. “Oh, speaking of the devils!”
The horse-hung, bull-muscled devils!
The goddess put the phone down and looked at the bath. “Oh, sooo slow!”
The milk couldn’t move much faster than that, as it was so very thick!
“Hurry on, now. My bull boy is about to arrive!”
She needed to be ready.
She needed to be HOT.
She could break any man or army of men, but this time ... she had only invited the big leagues! “Oooh, Johnny...”
Even though she was preparing for three males, she only really feared one of them. In fact, the other two males were mere appetizer—and this was the first time either of them would meet!
“What a wonder!”
She glanced again at the bathtub, and it was only half full. Sighing, she walked closer to the mirror, feeling the drums of her ears hurt with the heavy sway and bounce of her colossal tits.
It wasn’t the only thing in her body hurting—and I’m not talking about her bones or joints, which were, if anything, healthier than those of a newborn horse!
No. I’m talking about her inner thighs, which rubbed and dragged so much, so hard that she always felt them burning under her pussy.
“My legs are so thick!” She spoke with a caramel voice, and the soft hum of her tone made her clit shiver and rage!
Drip ... Drip ... Drip...
I’m talking about her colossal ass cheeks, which clipidy-clapped with such strength that the goddess felt like some African, some black momma from the hood twerking for her bull-hung kids.
“Oh, my...”
The abundance of her form hurt her, and she adored it, yes, but she also sometimes hated, for she could never stopped feeling her body, feeling the sexuality that compelled her to mate with only the biggest, downright most animal-like males she could ever find.
“When you are built like this, you must breed.” She licked her lips. “Every waking hour, you must be mating.” She ran her fingers down her outrageous, absurd hourglass physique. “You must be draining dicks every day, and you must be collecting hot, young male cum in your womb until its burned to a crisp by the sheer weight and virility of it all!” She licked her lips again, and her tongue almost got lost in the thickness, the fatness, the immenseness of her kissers. “My, my...” Lips are red as if she were wearing lipstick. “My...” She continued: “You must be draining so many balls that even bulls would be scared of you if they smelled you!”
When you are built like such an absurdity of a woman...
“You. Have. No. Choice.”
She made her lips pop and smack, and her cheeks Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! as she got as close as she could to that mirror without pressing her monstrous boobs against them. Boobs so large that they could be seen from behind her.
(In fact, you could see way more of her boobs from her back than what was hidden. About 4/5 of her tit-flesh was very visible from behind her, spilling from the sides of her body like two bodies hugging her, and only 1/5 of her monster tits were obscured by her back. Her tits were, quite simply, this titanic!)
Bwooom! Bwooom! Bwooom-woing...!
“When you are built like a fertility goddess, you have no choice.” The woman stretched her long, delicate arms, and stretched. “You must be fertile. You must mate. You must breed.”
Her womb churned a little. It’s been a week since she gave birth to her last batch of children, and the bastards just kept getting bigger, heavier, just like her body just kept looking younger as she aged (more or less).
“Fifty pounds...” She recounted the weight of her most recent newborns. “Fifty-eight pounds ... Forty-nine pounds ... and fifty-two pounds!”
Bastards. Huge and hung bastards who’d become just as virile and fertile as all her other children.
“All thousands of them!”
She was a birther just like her boys were breeders: she pumped out kids almost as fruitfully as her hung bulls gushed them into wombs.
Very close to the mirror, the goddess stared intently at her face, where she saw the visage of a divinely beautiful, if mature woman. “Aaah! There it is!”
It wouldn’t be much fun, she thought, to be nearly 100 years old and looking exactly like an 18yo. No. She liked being mature, at least in face, which is where the only signs of aging appeared.
“I’m the world’s hottest 30-something woman.” She brimmed with pride. “A mommy, finally.”
At worst, though, she still looked 50 to 60 years her junior!
She moved her hands up and stared just as intently at her skin. On the back of her hands, ah, she saw the same tiny crevices and beautiful wrinkles of age. “Finally!”
At 98, the aging was finally starting to catch up to her. Finally.
Of course, it only highlighted her divinity, the absurd perfection of her genes, a kind of genetic superiority only the most flawlessly well-bred specimen could have.
“I barely feel human!”
She felt, instead, like a mare who had been carefully bred for hundreds of generations for maximum fertility.
Her body could take the plowing of a million males and still keep going. Her womb could endure the birthing of thousands of kids and still feel brand new.
“My, my!”
When she looked at herself, she saw not a person, but an animal.
“It helps makes sex more real.”
Yes. Only she and her boys had real sex. Real fucking.
Everybody else was more like ... performance. A theater play.
No. Only SHE was able to FUCK. Only a creature as mighty and powerful as her could take sex “to the next level”, and in fact, perform sex as sex should always have been performed: the ideal act of carnality and fertility!
Fucking like gods, not like mere humans!
“I am the Goddess of Women.” She purred at winked at her reflection while lusciously licking her fat, pouty, dick-sucking lips (dick-sucking, that is, by the standards of horse cocks, not mere human dicks). “Today, I shall find out who is the God of Men!”
The milk bubbled on her bath. She turned around and... “Good.”
It was full. The shower-heads were cut as soon as the thick liquid passed a certain threshold.