The Mena Babe and Her White Bull
Copyright© 2026 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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 was big.
He was bigger than big.
Duh.
She was the biggest guy in the world.
Her eyes were fried when she laid them on him. Therefore, what she remembered of him ... the way she remembered it ... it was only much later that she could recall exactly what she saw, and she’d never figure out the exact order in which she saw him, or how clearly she saw it, for everything in her brain became ... like ... this:
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An absolute mess.
Just pure, horn-induced madness going on for eternity.
Everyone brain in that gym was a little deep fried like this. Every mind turned to mush.
She—and those other GODDAMN BITCHES—was one of the few ones who was strong enough to compose herself and move (a little) aftwerwards. She was one of the few people who could survive, who could withstand seeing...
HIM
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!!
Boom!!
What did she see first?
What was the first thing she noticed about him?
Well, for starters, is that he was big.
Muscles everywhere. Like an animal. Like a horse or a bull who had laid back on a bench and gotten all of its fur peeled off. Like ... a naked horse. Or a naked bull.
He was like an elephant. Like ... god, so many muscles!
She had never imagined so many muscles on a guy. She had seen some erotic cartoon arts shared on Twitter, but none of them were so big, so virile, as muscular as he was.
He just had too many muscles! And all of his muscles were so! Damn! Big!!
But also—and maybe this was the second thing she noticed about him—was that his muscles were ... beautiful.
All muscles were beautiful in her mind, but overly muscular men rarely were. She likely fitness, pretty boys type, certainly not roided up monstrosities that always frequented gyms like that one, and certainly always pulled weights as brutally large as the ones he was pulling.
He was more muscular than any roided up beast she had ever met, but...
God! Her eyes filled up with tears and stars and candy. He’s beautiful!
Handsome? Yes. The most handsome motherfucking man she had ever seen.
He was also ... beautiful. Elegantly so.
He’s brutal, V-shaped torso was also modeled after an hourglass of sorts, and his tremendous shoulders and trapped narrowed down into an impressive narrow (for his size and bulk) waist line. Certainly not as tremendously thin, almost microscopic like her own waistline, but much more than any other man of his height.
When guys bulked up like that, they almost always lost all elegance and delicacy to their bodies. Hence, roided up beasts.
He wasn’t like that, though.
He’s ... a fitness model! She shuddered, and her pussy made ... squirt! Squirt! Squirt! He’s so damn handsome!!
She was seeing him laid down, so his beauty, the elegance of his frame, wasn’t even as evident as it would later become.
He’s so fucking hot!!!
And so fucking huge too.
Like ... Muscles!!
There was no other way to put it.
Muscles! Oh my god!! She covered her mouth. Muscles!! Oh my god, muscles!! Damn muscles!!
Her heart throbbed.
Muscles! Muscles!! Muscles!!
Tumdum!! – hearthrob!
Tumdum!
Tudmdum!
Heart and pussy. And breasts and butt. All throbbing. All jiggling.
“Uuuurrhm!! Uuuuurrrhmm!! Rrrruuuhmm!!” The stud roared, or rather, he grunted, but his grunts all sounded like roars.
JESUS CHRIST HE’S SO DAMN BIG...!!!
She couldn’t stop melting for him.
Melting, indeed: salivating, lactating, wetting, often squirting, and sweating too. She was sweating more profusely now that she saw him, and every nerve in her body was hijacked by the instinct to BREED.
She thought about breeding. Getting bred by him. Mating.
Pump!!
Pump!!
Pump!!
She thought about copulating with that goddamned male until her brains seeped through her nostrils and her organs, just like her ovaries, were molten mush.
Pump!!
Pump!!
Boom!!
Her womb exploded.
A big jet of squirt left her pussy.
“Aaarh ... eeeh ... eeeek!!” She rubbed her legs together and...
Squirt!
Squirt!
Squirt!!
She squirted, and she lactated harder too. Her bikini was almost removed by her breasts as her nipples infuriatingly ejaculated big loads of milk that seeped from under the fabric like ice cream being scooped.
Blorsh!
Splat!
Splat!
Her body wasn’t just dripping. It was unraveling. It was melting with big, lumpy portions coming out of her, and these portion no longer merely “dripped” on the ground, but splattered, crashed, collided on the wooden floor—which was darker and all wet in that area, like a small pool having formed around the stallion, who continued to work out as if nothing happened, none the wiser ... or just very good at pretending.
“Uuuurrhm!! Uuuuurrhm!! Uuuuurrrrhmm!!”
“God...” She bit her fat, red lips.
He was such a god of muscles!
“He’s so ... thick!”
Bulky. Just ... enormous as FUCK.
He was a male model, a supermodel, but also... “God, he’s so, so big!”
A roided up beast. Without the roids. All natural—somehow. Impossibly so!
He was laying down, mind you, so she still didn’t get to see the full scale of all of his muscles. He looks like the most ... biggest ... the most beefiest stud I have ever seen! She thought, still trying to put the pieces of her melting brain together.
She gasped. The muscles of the stud continued to grow as he exercised.
Packed. He looked absolutely packed. The muscles fought for space in his body. The overwhelmed his own frame, which was massive, and arms fought against lats which fought against traps which fought against his obliques and his legs for space in that enormous bench.
The ground shook as he pumped. She saw the floor gently wobbling as he pushed and pulled the colossal weights. Up and down.
Wobble!
Up and down.
Wobble!
His penis...
His penis...
His...
...
...
Another brain melt.
Focus, focus, focus, focus!
She licked her lips, and the saliva dripped on her bosom.
She avoided looking at his crotch, though the crotch was quite unavoidable.
Another peek at it, and her womb would explode!
Pump!!
Pump!!
Pump!!
Pump!!
The ground wobbled, the walls shook.
Everybody’s jaws were down. Their breaths formed gentle puffs of steam in that chilly, sunny day.
The bull pushed the weights up, and the ground shook underneath him.
Pump!!
The bull pulled the weighs down, and the ground shook and wobbled yet again.
Pump!! Boom!!
On and on, making his god-like muscles even more godly than they were.
She stood there, dumbfounded, trying to comprehend the scale of that man.
God, what ... mass! She thought
I can’t believe how big he is!
His muscles ... god, look at all of these muscles! They’re like ... mountains of power! Pure fucking steel!
Pump!!
Pump!!
Pump!!
The entire place is shaking as he exercises. Fuck, this is so, so hot!
And oh my god, his crotch ... look at his almighty crotch!!
She tried not looking at it. Again. She tried, and she often failed.
His crotch was too tremendous. It was a mass down there, sitting between his legs, jutting up and down awkwardly in front of everyone else, tightly compact in those generous clothes, so loose and comfortable, like a fleshly snake that grew along with the rest of his muscles.
The bull groaned and roared, and she couldn’t yet see his face from that angle. The bull was laying down, after all, and she saw him from the front, standing right between his colossal legs, with a premium view of his bull-like muscles.
Dear god, he’s so big!
I’ve never seen a guy this big!
He’s so ... big. And strong. And muscular.
Her breasts wobbled constantly, almost touching the tip of her chin as the stud exercised and caused the entire place to rumble like an earthquake.
Dear god, his muscles keep growing! His legs ... they keep swelling and pumping!
She gave his thighs a good look, and inevitably, her eyes were drawn back to his dick.
His massive fucking dick!!
She thought of horses and donkeys. None of them would be as large as he was.
When she saw his dick, or the bulge of it under his black sports shorts, she dropped her jaw even lower, and her jaw kicked on her breasts which expanded and gushed another good, generous portion of milk on her bikini.
Glursh!
Glursh!
Glursh!
She felt the milk streaming in ever more generous portions down her body.
She didn’t care.
Her brain was partially melted ... no, like, almost entirely melted at this point by his dick, his bulge, which was just as tremendous as the rest of me.
“Are you even real??” She asked, and she startled herself by asking.
There were huffs and grunts coming from her left. She turned to see who it was, and then she remembered that...
Ah, yeah. I am not alone here.
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