The Mena Babe and Her White Bull
Copyright© 2026 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - A 5'4'' MENA babe is impregnated by a 6'8'', 880lbs White bull.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction DomSub MaleDom Rough Interracial White Male Cream Pie Facial Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size
He lifted the weight one last time, and the princess salivated as she watched his muscles, his enormous biceps and triceps especially, tear through the tight sleeves of his red jersey.
That bastard! He wore such a massive, loose jersey ... but no, it wasn’t loose. Not in his body. His muscles managed to outpace even that jersey and those colossal trunks, outgrowing their expansive cloth and making them fit tightly, very tightly around their round, mountainous lumps.
He pulled the weight up, and the sleeves clung tightly to his biceps, highlighting their inhuman dimensions.
“Jesus...” She shivered. His arms were bigger than herself. His biceps and triceps, combined, formed a lump of mass thicker than her hips were wide. Only her bosom was bigger than his arms, but not by a lot.
He took his sweet, long time raising those weights until his arms were all outstretched.
Five thousand pounds. He pushed five thousand pounds up like it was nothing.
He didn’t tremble. He didn’t shiver. The slowness of the movement would have torn up the tendons and fibers of the arms of any other men, and lesser pecs would have exploded from the sheer pressure minutes ago, but his only grew bigger, his fibers only thickened and grew stronger, and the bull kept a cool, steady breath, with only a few droplets of sweat forming on his handsome, handsome face.
“He’s chiseled as fuck...!” The princess uttered, and her pussy sprayed the ground harder as she watched the perfection of his face, the flawless structure of his bones, and how mighty and thick these bones were, how precise their lines were, how jovial and masculine his jawline was, one to cut diamonds with. “Oh god...”
She squirted like she pissed herself, and the same was true for everyone else in that gym.
More people excused themselves out of the place. He was too hot for them.
The Queen Bee trembled next to the princess, wholly paralyzed, one leg raised above the other and kicking the air like a dog who’d been zapped by electricity.
The bull raised and raised and raised those demonic weights, and his arms rippled.
Wroom!!
Wroom!!
The muscular fibers of his arms and pecs trembled like iron chords, resonating in the air like the stroked on the titanium chords of a massive guitar—a guitar made for titans.
Wroooom-booooom...!!!
His muscles rippled, then bulged outwards, and the princess gasped as she swore she heard the fibers of his jersey ripping apart.
He was so powerful he could undress without laying his hands on his clothes. All he needed was ... a particularly vigorous, strong muscle flex, and the clothes would be all torn up from his body instantly.
“Oh my ... goodness...”
The princess breathed fasted and sweat more profusely, and her pussy began to burn (especially her clit) with the intensity and length of those sustained squirts.
She cleared her throat, frowned, and pouted when she looked at his arms and saw them, still, mostly covered by those enormous sleeves of his jersey.
“Oh my god ... you ... bull!”
He had done that on purpose. Wore such massive jersey that day, but one that clung so tightly to his body when he was so pumped and aroused.
The clothes didn’t reveal one inch of his body that the ladies wanted to see the most. The juiciest parts of his physique were all hidden, and the bastard knew that! She could see it in his light brown eyes of infinite depth, and the pesky smirk he kept on his thick, lush lips.
“Jesus ... kiss me...”
The princess was losing track of her words when the stud boomed, then rested the enormous bars on the handles by the bench.
Clank!!
The ground shook.
The floor cracked under the feet of the bench.
Crack!!
Crack!!
The bench sank an inch deeper into the wooden floor, and the bar wobbled perilously, very unstable on that rest.
A horse could sit on that bench without much trouble, but he and those weights were too much of a dangerous bundle.
When he let go of the bar, it swung upward in the middle, bending itself into an arc thanks to the terrible weight.
“Uuurhm-aaarhm!” The monster groaned, and steam burst from his nostrils.
He sat.
He moved his colossal torso upwards and sat on that bench.
His enormous junk shook vivaciously in his black trunks.
Black sports shorts, red jersey. A dangerous, erotic combination. He looked like a lifeguard. A lifeguard from hell.
The bull stud sat on the bed, and two more cracks formed under its legs.
Crack!!
Crack!!
He turned around gently and faced the princess.
Her heart raced.
She could hear it thumping on the back of her eardrums.
She could FEEL her heart throbbing as the stud turned his torso, his body, his face to her.
His junk. His penile monstrosity faced her, a monstrous bulge aiming at her heart—and her sex.
Throb!! Throb!!
Throb!! Throb!!
Her womb grew three times its size as her eggs throbbed visibly on the sides of her body, right above her hips.
The bull turned his deep brown eyes down to her crotch, and there he saw the big bulge of her uterine walls and the juicy, oval shape of her eggs throbbing, always throbbing above her hips, disgorging gallons of juices that flowed down through her pussy and down, down, down on her juicy, juicy legs.
Splish-splash!
Splish-splash!
Splish...!
The bull licked his lips, and when he looked over to her eyes again, the princess orgasmed yet again.
“Weights,” the bull spoke, and his voice shook her womb like a pair of fingers stimulating her clit.
“Eeeee...!!” The princess shivered, and her massive tits perked up, and she came yet again, even harder, her pussy going
Splish!
Splish!
Spliiiiirsh!!
on the ground, and her breasts lactating insanely on her bikini.
A bunch of men walked near the god, trembling with their cocks hard in their pants.
“Y-yes, sir!” They meekly answered, and one by one, began removing the colossal weight of the bar, which straightened itself up more and more as the weights were taken out.
Took them five minutes to take down all of those weights, and they were the biggest guys on that gym; guys who’d flirted with the princess and even, some of them, got to her panties, but whom she had all rejected for having small dicks.
The smallest of the dudes was 8 inches hard, and he packed 260 pounds of muscle.
The most well-endowed was also the bigger, at a staggering 400 pounds of muscle, and he packed a colossal 12-incher that did drill a bunch of orgasms from her tight MENA pussy, but nothing special, not enough for her to have babies with him or anything.
All of these guys, over a dozen of them, obeyed the bull impishly as he commanded even more guys to bring him a different set of weights:
“A bit of arm work,” he spoke, and his voice drove orgasm after orgasm into the pussies and pants of so many women.
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