Chapter 5
Granny Ruth cracked her neck, her massive muscles already primed for the next challenge. The moonlight slanted through the barn's weathered rafters, casting sharp shadows over her colossal frame.
"Now this here won’t do at all," the old woman barked as she marched up to the horse. "You’ve gone plum soft on me, and I ain’t havin’ it."
Jake swelled and glanced down at the horse's now flaccid, yet still impressively lengthy, member.
She crouched low, planting her feet firmly into the dirt, and with a quick, knowing glance at the stallion, she gripped it around the midsection.
With a deep grunt, she lifted the entire horse over her head. Her biceps bulged like coiled steel cables, veins popping under her skin as she pressed the full weight of the animal into the air. The stallion let out a nervous whinny, its heavy body suspended above her.
Ruth chuckled. "Easy, big fella. Granny’s gotcha."
The animal's thick, throbbing cock swayed just above her face, already half-hard. Ruth licked her lips, tilting her head back to meet it, the tip brushing against her nose. She rolled out her tongue and slid it along the long hard shaft, making the horse tremble in her grip.
Jake's breath caught in his throat as he saw what happebed next. Ruth began to pump the stallion’s entire body up and down, her gargantuan biceps flexing as she lifted the heavy beast higher, then lowered it again.
"That’s it, boy," she purred. "You like that, don’t ya? Granny knows how to treat ya right."
The stallion let out a deep, guttural snort, as Ruth lowered the lengthy horse cock into her mouth, sucking it in as she continued to pump its entire body up and down—like this was nothing for her.
Ruth’s legs remained firmly planted, her core tensed as she worked the animal’s cock deeper into her mouth with each descent. The wet, rhythmic sound of her lips meeting the cock echoed through the barn, only interrupted with the stallion’s heavy breathing.
Sweat glistened on her skin as she picked up the pace, her biceps bulging even larger, her powerful legs steadying her as she worked the animal with a relentless rhythm.
Ruth gave the stallion one last pump and lowered it gently to the ground. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes.
"Well, there we go. Now you’re good ‘n ready for me,” she said, smacking her lips. "Now, there’s just one more little ol’ thing left to take care of."
Granny Ruth turned and headed for the barn doors. Jake’s heart pounded as he watched her disappear for a moment, only to return with the bull in tow. Its nostrils flared, steam rising in the cool night air. The beast was enormous, its muscular body rippling with raw strength, but Ruth dragged the massive animal behind her like it was nothing more than a stubborn dog.
“C’mon now, ya big bastard,” she growled. “Granny needs her bull cock.”
The massive creature snorted and resisted, its nostrils flaring and head tossing as it tried to pull away, but Ruth wasn't having it. With one last, powerful yank, she hauled the animal into place, the beast stumbling before her.
With a confident smirk, Ruth dropped to her knees and arched her ass up invitingly. The stallion, still trembling from their earlier encounter, stood before her, while the bull, its cock now fully engorged and dripping with precum, waited behind. The beasts shifted restlessly, their hooves stamping the dirt, eager for what was to come.
Jake could hardly believe what he was seeing. This old granny was getting ready to fuck both beasts at once.
Ruth glanced over her shoulder, her grin widening as she spread her legs slightly, her massive, muscular glutes flexing as she adjusted her position. Her pussy glistened, slick with arousal, ready to take what the bull had to offer.
"Come on, big boy," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, her breath coming out in hot, measured bursts. "Time to give ol’ Granny what she’s been waitin’ for."
Without hesitation, the bull reared up behind her. Ruth reached back, her fingers curling around the bull's cock, guiding it toward her. She let out a low, satisfied moan as the thick head pressed against her entrance, teasing her with its size. Her body tensed, muscles flexing in perfect harmony, preparing for the sheer force of what was to come.
With a powerful thrust, the bull plunged into her.
Ruth gasped, her muscles locking for a split second as the bull’s massive cock filled her, stretching her to her limits. Her thighs flexed hard, veins popping out against her skin as she adjusted to the size. But, clenching her jaw, she pushed back against the beast, taking more of its cock inside her as her pussy stretched wide to accommodate the girth.
The horse, sensing its moment, snorted and stomped its hoof as Ruth’s attention returned to it. She leaned forward, her mouth opening to take the head between her lips and the old woman started to suck off the horse as the bull fucked her from behind.
The rhythm was brutal.
The bull bucked, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, driving its cock into her with unrelenting force. Ruth’s entire body rocked with the impact, her muscles straining under the pressure. Her abs flexed, each defined ridge of muscle standing out as she tightened her core, taking every inch of the bull's throbbing cock inside her.
The horse let out a low snort as she sucked it harder, her tongue swirling around the head of its cock with expert precision. Her hand, slick with precum, pumped the shaft in time with the bull’s thrusts, creating a relentless rhythm that pushed her physical limits to the brink.
For the first time, Jake saw it—an almost imperceptible tremor in Ruth’s arms, a slight shake in her legs as the beasts pushed her harder than ever before.
"Goddamn," she groaned, her voice rough with effort as her legs wobbled. "I ain’t lettin’ up yet."
The bull’s pace quickened, its thick cock plunging in and out of her with savage force. Ruth’s thighs trembled, her pussy stretched to its absolute limit, but she gritted her teeth and pushed back harder, meeting each thrust with a defiant grunt. Her ass flexed with each movement, muscles tensing and releasing as she rode the wave of intensity.
The stallion bucked as it drove its lengthy cock deeper into Granny Ruth’s throat. The veins on her neck stood out as she took it all, her hand gripping the base of its shaft as she sucked with relentless determination. Sweat poured down her body, slicking her skin as she worked both beasts simultaneously.
The barn echoed with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their fucking, the slap of the bull's thighs against Ruth’s ass, the deep grunts and snorts of the horse, and the primal, guttural moans that escaped Ruth’s throat as she pushed herself to her absolute limits.
Jake’s heart raced as he watched, his mind barely able to process what he was witnessing. Ruth’s body, magnificent and powerful, was being tested like never before. Her muscles, tanned and glistening with sweat, flexed and shook as she took both beasts.
“Fuck!” she groaned, her voice raw and ragged as her legs threatened to give out. “Come on, boys, you ain’t done with me yet!”
Finally, the bull let out a deep, guttural groan, its massive body shuddering as it came. Thick streams of cum filled Ruth’s pussy, her body jerking as she milked the bull dry. At the same time, the horse’s cock pulsed, and Ruth swallowed every drop, her throat muscles standing out as she finished the beast.
Spent, the two animals slumped forward, trembling and exhausted. Ruth, her legs shaking violently, let out a long, drawn-out moan of victory, her body sagging with exhaustion. Sweat poured down her skin, and she collapsed to her knees, panting heavily, her chest heaving.
“Shit,” she panted, her eyes flicking toward Jake. Her body was a trembling, exhausted mess, but there was a gleam in her eye, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “Hell, they don’t make ‘em like me no more.”
Jake stared at her in disbelief, his heart still pounding. Granny Ruth had outlasted both animals, and proven that there wasn’t a damn thing on this farm that could stand against her.
Epilogue
Jake sat astride Bucko, as he talked to the police officers. Apparently, they'd busted the store in town for selling weed, all thanks to an anonymous tip.
"Yeah, I'm just the gardener here," Jake said, flashing his old press card. "I used to be a journalist, you know. Came here to write a piece on sustainable farming and ended up falling in love with the place."
The officers exchanged glances, still suspicious but slightly mollified by his confident demeanor and professional background.
One of the officers, a tall man with a square jaw and a serious expression, glanced at Bucko's cock and chuckled. "Whoa! That's a big horse you got there," he said, nodding toward Bucko. "Looks like he's packing quite a bit."
Jake laughed, patting Bucko's neck. "Yeah, he's quite the stallion."
The other officer, shorter with a thin mustache, cleared his throat, his eyes narrowing. "So, you haven't noticed anything unusual? No large shipments, strange visitors?"
Jake shook his head. "Nope, just plants and hard work. Granny Ruth runs a tight ship here. She's all about organic and sustainable living."
The officers seemed to relax a bit and after a few more questions, they thanked him and left, their suspicions seemingly eased for the moment.
Jake turned Bucko back towards the greenhouse, riding at a leisurely pace. The sign at the edge of the farm that read "Ruth's Farm" swayed gently in the breeze as he passed by.
The warm, humid air filled with the earthy aroma of marijuana plants enveloped him as he entered the greenhouse. He moved with purpose, tending to the plants with care and precision. His body was relaxed, his mind at ease.
Granny Ruth appeared at the doorway, her towering frame casting a shadow over the rows of plants. She was still the picture of raw power and dominance, her gargantuan muscles rippling under her skin as she moved with the confidence of someone who knew she was in complete control. She wore her usual cowboy hat and boots, but today she had on a pair of daisy dukes and a flag patterned bikini top that barely contained her giant boobs, adding to her commanding presence.
"Jake," she called, her voice warm and approving. "How’d it go with them lawmen?"
Jake looked up and smiled, wiping his hands on his jeans. "They didn't suspect a thing."
"Well, I’ll be damned, Jake. You gone and made me proud as a peacock." She leaned in, giving him a big, wet tongue kiss that left him breathless and flushed.
When she pulled back, she flashed him a wicked grin. "You know," she said, "I’m fixin' to go fuck the bull. Figured you might wanna stick around and watch."
Jake's eyes widened, his pulse quickening at the suggestion.
“And since you’ve been doin’ so damn well lately,” she went on, that grin of hers spreading slow, “I might just let you finish me off after. How’s that sound to you, cowboy?”
Jake swallowed hard, his excitement and arousal evident. "I'd like that," he said.
THE END
