The Mena Babe and Her White Bull
Copyright© 2026 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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
The water was warm when she dove after him. She realize that only the areas where he swam were warm, and everywhere else the water was quite chill.
She noticed how the water seemed to boil around him. A thin haze of steam rose around his body.
He was splendid. His muscles seemed larger now that he was in the water, his torso and back rising from the ocean like a golden-skinned Poseidon.
His hair was dark brown, and his body was laden with beautiful, virile tatoos.
She felt the waves hitting her knees and realized she was barely in the water. “Oh.”
She stepped deeper, and there were holes on the sand underneath her feet. Those were the holes made by the stallion as he walked. His enormous feet had dug trenches underwater.
She saw the stallion submerge and rise from the sea over and over. His muscles looked more shiny and colossal every time he came back. He played with the water in his hair, and his dark, flowy locks looked like a lion’s made atop his enormous head, a crown to his stupendous physique.
“Dear ... lord...”
She found herself almost sinking after few feet, unable to keep herself above water when her womb felt so heavy. She was a pretty good swimmer on good days, but that day, the best she could pull off was doggy style swimming.
“I wish ... I could ... go doggy style ... on him...” She found herself muttering, but she barely realized it, and when the stud finally turned around, she had a heart attack. Almost.
This was the first time she saw him. All of him.
This was the first time she saw his naked torso upfront.
That wealth of muscles...!
Squiiiirt!!
Squiiiiirt!!
Squiiiiirt!!
The waters became hotter as she pissed herself in the sea. Pissing and squirting. Her tits lactated voraciously, and she freed them.
She took her bikini off. She didn’t even notice it.
“What are you doing?” He asked her with the biggest, handsomest smile on his face.
She shook her head and looked around. She wore no bikini no more.
“Oh, god! Oh, my god ... fuck!”
Her spectacular breasts shook like monstrosities of meat and flesh above water, and the sprinkling of milk was quite extreme, whole cups of delicious juice being poured out of her nipples. When she covered those massive tits with her arms, the milk just gushed over the limbs, tainting her beautiful, elegant forearms white as it dripped and splashed on the salty water.
Gush!
Gush!
Gush!
Glursh!!
The monster looked around, but no sign of her bikini already.
“It’s alright.” He locked his steely gaze on her beautiful, brown eyes.
He had brown eyes too. Brown eyes of indescribable color, unbelievable rich in all the shades of brown and oak that they contained, like ... like all of the rarest wood in the world.
“It’s alright,” he spoke. “You can’t be blamed.”
His muscles spoke to her as his pecs jumped, hardened, and danced.
There were other people in the water too, but a mere glance from him was enough to keep them away.
The bull casually flexed his muscles, and he wasn’t showing off, but merely stretching and relaxing, dunking his hands in the water and bringing gallon of it to his wonderful pecs, watering his body as waterfalls seemed to clash against his countless abs, eight-pack of brick-sized muscles rippling and often multiplying whenever he breathed, becoming a ten-pack when he wasn’t paying attention to them.
The bull moved away and swam deeper, and the poor woman swam after him to keep her monstrous breasts underwater. It was a difficult task, though, for her airbags were so immense that even she was chin-deep underwater, the top of her breasts still showed up.
She didn’t feel the sand under her feet, and her arms grew tired of trying to keep that iron womb afloat.
“D-damn! Damn it!” She squeaked like a bitch, helpless like a newborn puppy thrown in the ocean, and the giant bull moved with grace as he dove and swam, relaxing without her help, probably oblivious to her plight. “Help. Help. Help!”
She cried for him, but the bull was only interested in having a good bath, displaying his effortless athleticism by the power and grace with which he swam, and the speed ... oh, the speed!
An animal so big shouldn’t move so fast! He was easily the most muscular creature she had seen from up close, yet he moved with the grace of a ballerina. He could easily win Olympic medals for swimming that way, just like he could win Olympic medals in any category he chose. Probably even chess.
“Jesus ... almighty...”
The hunk emerged from the sea again, standing very deep and far away from the shore, but still comfortably above water.
His mighty body rose and rose and rose ... and she became dizzy as her eyes moved left and right, left and right, watching his colossal shoulders web and weave and the super hunk move to her like a supermodel on a catwalk.
Such power! Such grace!
His colossal pecs, crossed by beautiful and tasteful tattoos, rose and grew until they became like continental plates bulging out of the depths, and his nipples seemed to be dozens of feet apart, so wide and powerful was his chest.
“Jesus ... man ... tits...!”
That bull had the biggest man-boobs she had ever seen! His pectoral muscles were outrageous with how prominent they were, bulging forward by what felt like a whole foot next to the rest of his torso and his abs underneath.
They were spectacular male boobs, and more imposing with all of their hardness, and she knew there wasn’t an inch on soft flesh in him, and anything inside those tits, the core flesh underneath his skin, was thousands of times harder and denser than the muscles in her butt; several times stronger, perhaps, than literal titanium.
“God!”
The bull revealed the top of his abs as he approached her.
Dance...
Dance...
Dance...!
His muscles danced as he moved, as he walked, and his arms bulged as his abs multiplied and hardened, big veins crawling over his physique, slithering from his biceps to his shoulders, then downwards to his pecs, then finally his abs, as he elegantly moved towards her, swaying his torso so gently, moving his shoulders as if either side of them were planets on opposite sides of the solar system.
He revealed four to six abs to her, two to three pairs of ultra hard packs, before he stopped and cast his overwhelming shadow on her again.
She swallowed water as she sank deeper, looking at him with bloodshot, teary eyes, and the waters covered her cheeks as her tits made a white pool around them, enough to break the coolness and composure of the man and make him grab her tits with force and power.
“AaaaahEEEE!!” She ejaculated, and the tears gushed from her eyes almost as hard as the milk gushed from her tits.
Glursh!
Glursh!
Glursh!
Glursh!!
The monster masturbated her tits as if he owned them—and he did, he did, he did!—and the poor woman was left to helpless squirm and kick in the water as the god produced the deepest, most virile sounds she ever heard.
“These tits ... how ... spectacular they feel!”
The monster closed his hands on her breasts, and the milk flowed out as his fingers sunk deep.
Gluuuuuuurssh!!
Powerful jets of milk formed enormous loads on the water before slowly sinking. Her milk was too concentrated with far and sugar to stay afloat. She produced cream instead of milk, and sometimes, with a stimulation so intense like that, she thought she could produce even butter.
“God-god...!!” She cried, and she tried to kick him.
BOOM!!
But her knees just hurt when they touched him, and they hurt even more when she aimed at his crotch.
“Jesus ... god ... so ... tremendous!!”
She tried kicking him in the nuts, but those things were made of iron! She didn’t expect his genitals to be the hardest part of his body.
“God!!”
Not with all of those muscles!
Her body staggered, then relaxed, and her eyes were filled with terror when she felt the shape and size of his instruments on her knees, then along her sexy and muscular leg.
Underwater, her fingers grasped for his thing ... but she didn’t have the strength to touch it! Not just yet!
“Are you a fucking monster??” She asked, but the stud was too lost, too overwhelmed by her massive, monstrous tits.
“Uuurrhm! Uuurrrhm!! Uuuuurrhmm!!!” He produced deep grunts that could only be compared to those of an animal.
With his powerful hands, she pulled her up by her tits.
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