Farmboy Strength: Fresh Cow Arrival

By Gigi Potemkin

Zack is a bull god. A prime beef Whiteboy muscled country stud whose tens of billions of dollars of wealth allow him to spend his time doing the one thing he loves the most: fecundating the hottest b****es on the planet!

He is not just a gorgeous and insanely erogenous Alpha male with good looks to rival the Greek gods and a combo of towering height plus massive, bulging muscles that leave any woman next to him perpetually wet. Oh, no. The god is not only this, but he is literally more virile than hundreds of bulls put together.

Again, I must stress: literally! Between his super thick, uber-muscular thighs, this White god packs an endowment that is larger and thicker than that of any horse on Earth! His colossal tanks, both heavy and gorgeous, weigh almost 100 pounds EACH and carry enough seed to fertilize his women nonstop for hours and hours on end—sometimes even a whole, continuous weekend!

This is exactly what the god bull has been doing, in fact, to his two delicious, succulent women—Erika and Samara, a blond and a Black goddess, respectively—on the fields of his sprawling property... when yet MORE fertile females arrive to be conquered and fecundated by this bull-hung beast of a man: Agatha, a superstrong, Crossfit-addict red hair goddess, and Isadora, a busty Latina bombshell who’s also one of the highest-paid supermodels on the planet.

The bull god’s bacchanal now increases to a blistering tempo... leaving every inch of his fields cratered by the power of his thrusts and covered in the glistening, steaming whiteness of his seed!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gigi Potemkin
• Release date: Apr 4, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224594344

Gigi Potemkin

I'm a hardcore erotica writer focused on breeding, milking, birthing, massive cocks, excessive cum and squirting, obscenely muscular men and women, superhuman virility and fertility, and anything to do with power and giant stacks of muscles!

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Farmboy Strength: Fresh Cow Arrival

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Fresh Cow Arrival

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Farmboy Strength: Fresh Cow Arrival

Book 3 of the Farmboy Strength series

Gigi Potemkin

2024

Farmboy Strength: Fresh Cow Arrival

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1. ​All the characters depicted in this book and involved in any form of sexual and/or romantic relationship are 18 (eighteen years old) or older.

2. ​All forms of sexual intercourse or romantic expression are between consenting adults.

2a. ​Each and every act of sexual intercourse or romance is consensual throughout the entirety of the act, action, or expression. The text will often go to great lengths to explicitly highlight this point.

2b. ​This is equally valid in instances of intense or even extreme (by regular human standards) BDSM. In some storylines, some characters are superhumanly strong or endowed, and some characters derive intense pleasure from, among other things, physical fights or beatings, including instances of regenerative abilities coupled with the trait of becoming physically stronger/more powerful the harder one’s body is tested/pushed to its limits. The text is always explicit about the physical/biological nature of its non-human or superhuman characters (for more information, consult item #4).

2c.   All characters are always unharmed by the end of their intercourse or respective storylines. Every expression of romance or sexuality is 100% positive, leaving all the characters better off (physically AND emotionally) than before.

3. ​None of the characters depicted in this book and involved in any form of sexual relationship or romantic expression are members of the same family, be it by blood relation (ex.: parents, siblings) or legal situation (ex.: stepfamily).

3a. ​In the occasion characters refer to each other by seemingly familial terms (e.g., mommy, mom, dad, daddy, etc.), the context is always playful and non-literal (i.e., banter, sexual teasing) and NEVER depicts or implies real or actual familial relationship, blood-connection, or kinship of any kind.

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Fresh Cow Arrival

We should have taken the main road. Agatha barked again, incredibly frustrated, feeling the car slow to a crawl as the terrain became so muddy. You see? We’re gonna get stuck in here, you lousy asshole! Why the fuck d--? She stopped, however, seeing the fist of her husband shaking so close to her face. With tears rising in her eyes, she lowered her head and whimpered: I’m sorry. And her husband lowered his fist, paying attention to his cell phone while he barked at the driver:

How long until we get there, Antonio?

His driver answered, trading looks with his bouncer on the other. Err... I’d say one hour and a half, sir. He gulped. If the road gets better.

Agatha rested her forehead on the window and discreetly shed a tear. She hoped Isadora was having an easier time, and that her convoy had the proper materials for getting their cars unstuck if the worst came to pass. «Stupid fucking man.» In her head, she cursed their decision to take that seemingly shorter road, even despite all of her warnings against it. «Now we’re never getting to that hunk’s party.» With side glances, she caught her man scrolling on his phone. Her eyes watered up and she pressed her face even harder against the window, trying perhaps to break through it and find her freedom in those beautiful grassy hills that surrounded them. «He doesn’t even hide anymore.» On the phone screen were the messages of his countless lovers, including shameless nudes that were just sent to him, some even from the girls that had arrived early in Gustavo’s place, taken straight from one of his many bedrooms and the many rooms of his sprawling ranch.

Behind them, another convoy of two cars followed. Isadora had similar concerns about her friend as their car started to slow down and sink into the road. The hills beside them were beautiful, but the path between them left a lot to be desired. With a sigh, she looked to her side and found her sweet, docile husband sleeping. She sighed again. If they needed any help, he sure was the last guy who could provide any. Her face beamed and lit up when he leaned forward and asked Ronaldo, their driver: Ro. She whispered, not risking being heard by her sleeping husband. How are things looking, my love?

Ronaldo gulped, checking on his patron in the rearview mirror, making sure they were not being heard. You should be discreet, Lady Mariz. Isadora startled him by leaning over to the front seat and giving him a long, luscious lick on his neck, his shoulders, all the way up to his cheek. Ay, ay, Dora. Oooh... The man moaned and the car swerved. They ended up getting stuck thanks to the blunder. Ay, ay, Dora, stop it. Look at what you did!

I ain’t the one driving. Isadora moved her hands forward, groping the hard, chiseled body of her light-skinned, thug-faced Latino lover. Besides, I’m horny. She bit his earlobe and pulled it. Her big was shaking, like a bitch in heat wagging her tail. Hernando, her husband, moved a little— probably smelling the sexy scent from her swollen, wet vagina, which was dripping from the muscles, the big shoulders,