The Mena Babe and Her White Bull
Copyright© 2026 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - 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 weight of his testicles was impressive. His balls were more swollen every time she looked at them, and even though the monster was (sort of) more relaxed and cooler after that bath, his testicles were the one thing that only kept growing, and he could probably do nothing about that.
He could control his muscles. He could lord over his dick. He could not, however, stop the visceral semen production that went on—and on and on and on, scathingly and eternally—inside his testicular vesicles, which were like factories spread along the Yangtze Valley, just a virile manufacture of spunk.
“Oh ... my ... god...!” The woman gasped and gulped and felt the heaviness of her own supermassive mammaries weight down on her chest as she knelt before the god and aimed her eyes straight at that DANGEROUS locus of power.
His testicles pulled his pants down at their lowest point.
Heavy. Heavy beasts!
It was like the god had two bowling balls squeezed into the shape of pears under his crotch—though the testicles were slightly larger than the biggest pears she had ever bought.
English-speaking folks like to say, when they were super hung, that they had balls “as large as grapefruits.”
That stallion was FAR ABOVE mere grapefruits at the point. The only fruits his formidable pair of balls could be compared to was pears or coconuts. He wasn’t exactly as large as ostrich eggs, but he seemed most of the way there.
His testicles were just ... impressively swollen!
Glursh...
Glursh...
Glursh...
And god! There was that sludge!
“Jesus...”
There was that sloshing, churning sound of heavy broth, thick boiling paste, inside his nuts!
The surface of his testes was lively with volcanic activity as the inordinate amounts of spunk flowed to and fro, slowly slogging through the big, fat tubes that surrounded the big pair of nuts, adding to the tanks that were stored, supposedly, somewhere at bottom of those nuts—and the stud seemed to be holding way more spunk than even the impressive volume of his balls seemed to imply, as if the spunk didn’t just pile around and expand outwards, but instead it concentrated inward, adding density instead of volume, and the unnaturally heavy balls became heavier still, almost titanic like bowling balls, without necessarily increasing in size. Not to such a brutal, inhuman degree.
“Damn...”
She risked moving her hands towards those balls, but the heat scared her.
She salivated wildly, letting the spit pour from her thick, lower lips onto her breasts, which lactated intensely on the floor, staining the legs of the muscled monster and part of his shorts-covered nuts.
“Uuuurrhm. Uuurrhm-aaarrhm. Uuuuurrrhmm.”
The bull purred, purred, purred.
He couldn’t resist the breath of that woman on his balls without moving one massive hand to her hair and ... gently stroking her hair. Her impeccable, super smooth hair that was also short and so damn beautiful.
“Uuuurrhm, aaarrrhm!!” The bull growled, and the ground rumbled with his manly grunt.
She gulped.
She ran her hands along his muscular thighs, which were bigger than the biggest thing that existed in the world.
Muscles. Damn muscles! Muscles. Muscles. Muscles.
“I have never ... felt...” She gasped and felt dizzy with every inch of that powerful body that she touched. “God ... damn...”
That man was solid.
He wasn’t just built. He was SOLID. If there ever was some tenderness to his flesh, some lively heat and soft warmth to it, it felt like it was only for her pleasure, ‘cause otherwise she would have thought touched a hot robot or a scorching cyborg.
The man was pure muscle, and his muscles were pure steel.
“Jesus ... f-fucking ... god...”
She pressed her fingers on the flesh of his super thighs, and they didn’t budge a millimeter.
He was hard, hard, hard, hard.
Solid. Damn solid.
She moved her hands up his thighs, then down his calves, and the size of his calves was BRUTAL. It made her gulp and pity other men when they had to compete with THAT.
“Your calves...!”
They were bigger than most adolescent torsos. Bigger the breasts of any child, that’s for sure.
His calves alone were comparable to the bodies of most people. His legs were easily bigger than all but super committed and genetically gifted bodybuilders.
“Damn ... damn ... damn...” She moved her fingertips up and down his virile legs, and then...
Glursh!
Glursh!
Glursh!
She saw the balls throb, and the giant penis, still all soft, pour out a gallon of heavy fluids on his shorts.
“Uuurhm. Uuuurhm, oorh!” The bull grunted a little harder. He was cumming.
Her touch did unspeakable things to his genitals, and she was both overjoyed and dismayed to realize that, yes, he was cumming, and no, he wasn’t really cumming.
“Oh, god!”
Fluids poured out of his flaccid cock, though of a purely lubricating kind; the pre-spunk that followed the actual spunk.
“Your ... precum!”
The fluids piled heavily at the bottom of his shorts, making them look even heavier, more immense, while also emphasizing the size of the terrible balls which produced them.
Glurb.
Glurb.
Glurb.
Virile sounds emanated from said balls as they slightly throbbed and filled the shorts with lubes. She watched, mesmerized, the clear lubes shine at the bottom of the shorts, peering through the cloth, and then forming big, heavy drops, which didn’t drip, but instead stretched themselves out to the ground, forming several small puddles that grew into bigger puddles, then mixed into one large, ultra-virile puddle of steaming, scalding spunk.
“Dear god...!”
She took a deep breath—and the smell impregnated her!
Her enormous ovaries bulged out so aggressively from her sides that they began to reshape her waistline, making her look like she had too lumps of cancer growing out of proportion from her. It was sexy, though, and it was beautiful, and the enormous eggs throbbed as her breasts were inflated by the thickness of that musk, the power and impregnating might of that scent.
“The smell of pure bull!”
She smelled it deeper, and her nipples became like thumps.
She squirted out more milk on the shorts of the stallion, drawing circles with her fingers along his virile thighs.
The bull spread his legs farther apart, shifting his weight uncomfortably on the creaking, bending couch. The legs of the couch sank into the floor, making it creak and crack. The bull groaned, full of pain, and his massive hands moved as if he wanted to grab his penis, yank it out, and flood that room with his semen...
... but he didn’t do it. He controlled himself—and it was clear that, with every passing second, this self-control was turning to agony.
“Damn ... uuurrrhm ... woman...!!”
He purred and growled, and the ground shook, shook, shook from the virile sounds that burst from his giant breast, his over-muscular, super-strong, hyper-bullish physique.
“Dear balls of heaven!” The MENA princess muttered as she drew her fingers closer and closer to the center of his crotch, were his ferocious mass moved with more energy and brutality.
She gasped. She could spot the big, fat veins of his clumped monster cock bulging out through the shorts. The heat that emanated from the mass was ... deadly. She felt her face burning as if she’d spent hours on the beach, with her back on the sands, taking the light of the midday say head on.
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