The Bull Wrangling Granny

[BossRose]

Jake, a journalist from New York City, is always on the hunt for the next big story. His latest lead takes him to the sleepy town of Willow Creek, where whispers of Granny Ruth, a legendary muscle woman, echo through the streets.


As Jake delves deeper, he uncovers more than just tales of rural strength—he stumbles upon a dangerous secret that could shake the town to its core, challenge his perceptions and test his limits as he confronts the extraordinary power of Granny Ruth.


WARNING. This story contains graphical descriptions of beastiality.


Chapter 1


Jake was always on the hunt for the truth. Today, that search led him to an old woman named Ruth McAllister, rumored to be a sort of local legend. Supposedly she was this old granny who lived on a farm all by herself, the rumors said that she was built like an ox and that she wrestled cattle for fun. The talk of this power granny had reached the New York Chronicle, and with the summer doldrums dragging down the news cycle, they needed something to shake things up.


As Jake rolled into Willow Creek, the contrast with the city was stark. The sun hung low in the sky, painting the town in long, golden shadows. Willow Creek sprawled out with its sleepy charm: dusty streets lined with faded storefronts, peeling paint, and an old-fashioned clock tower that ticked slowly, like it had all the time in the world. The air had a stillness to it, broken only by the occasional rustle of wind through the trees and the distant clucking of chickens. A far cry from the ceaseless hum of New York City.


He pulled up to a small building with a flickering neon sign, Millie's Diner. Inside, the red vinyl booths lined the walls, and the counter, polished to a shine, held a selection of pies beneath a glass case.


The waitress was a pudgy woman with bright lipstick that seemed almost theatrical in the dim diner light. A pattern of red apples dotted her greasy apron.


"I'm a journalist," Jake said as she poured him a coffe. "Here to write about Ruth McAllister. Heard she's something of a legend around here."


The woman's eyes, heavy with eyeliner, narrowed. "Granny Ruth? Can't say I know much about her," she replied and moved on to another customer.


Jake finished his coffee, frustration building. He headed to the general store next, a relic from another time, with creaky wooden floors and shelves packed to the brim with everything from canned goods to farming tools. A dusty old cash register sat on the counter, next to a collection of old postcards and trinkets.


Behind the register sat an old man with a grizzled beard and weathered skin. When Jake brought up Ruth McAllister, he just shrugged. "Never heard of her. You must be mistaken.”


Jake sighed as he stepped onto the deck outside the store. Why were these people so tight lipped regarding Ruth McAllister? We're They protecting her? Were they ashamed of her? Or maybe they just wanted nothing to do with her? Jake couldn't shake the feeling that everyone knew more than they let on.


Just as he was about to get into the car, a suspicious-looking man darted past Jake and around the corner. The man wore a tattered brown jacket, faded jeans, and a cap pulled low over his eyes. His scruffy beard and darting eyes screamed trouble. He clutched a small, nondescript package tightly against his chest. Intrigued, Jake decided to follow him.


He watched as the man slipped into a side entrance half-hidden by overgrown bushes, a narrow wooden door with peeling paint.


Jake decided to hang around and see what happened next. After a few minutes, the man reemerged, looking even more shifty, his eyes darting around before he quickly disappeared down the street.


Jake’s curiosity was piqued. Something was definitely going on here. He waited until the coast was clear, then made his move. The worn handle looked like it hadn’t been used in ages, but the door swung open easily. Inside, the air was thick and musty, the dim light casting eerie shadows along the narrow hallway. The smell hit him immediately—strong, pungent, and unmistakably illegal. He followed it to a room at the end of the hall. The door was slightly ajar, and inside, under the dim light of a single bulb, he saw it—large bundles of green, leafy plants, neatly packed and ready for distribution. There were pounds of it, far more than any personal use could justify. This was a full-scale operation.


Jake felt a thrill of vindication. He pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos. He had them now.


Returning to the counter, he leaned in close to the old man. "You know, I could write a very different kind of story about this place," he said, nodding toward the back. "Maybe something about illegal activities? Or, you could tell me where to find Ruth McAllister."


The man went ghostly pale. He glanced around before muttering, "Alright, alright. Head out of town, take the old dirt road past the river. You'll see a sign for Ruth's Farm. Just don’t cause trouble."


With the directions in hand, Jake didn’t waste any time. As he left the store, he pulled out his phone and sent an anonymous message to the local police, tipping them off about the store’s illicit operations. Lies and criminals didn’t sit well with him, and he wasn’t about to let this slide. The truth, he told himself, must always come first.


Driving out of town, the road was bumpy and wound through thick woods and open fields. Finally, he saw it—a wooden sign with faded letters: "McAllister Farm."


The farm itself was sprawling, with well-maintained fields, a sturdy barn and simple farm house. But it felt eerily quiet. Jake parked his car and walked up to the farmhouse and knocked on the door. There was no answer.


He decided to explore the barn. As he approached, he heard a low, menacing snort. Inside the barn, he saw a massive bull, wild with fury, a broken rope dangling from its thick neck. The beast was thrashing and snorting, its eyes filled with rage. Before Jake could react, the bull charged towards him.


Jake's heart pounded as he stumbled back, falling to the ground. The bull was almost upon him when a colossal figure intervened, stepping between him and the raging beast.


The old woman was not just imposing; she was a behemoth of muscular marvel. Her body was pure, raw power – muscles upon muscles bulging in ways that made even the bull look small. Her gigantic breasts, firm and powerful, stood out prominently in a stars and stripes bikini top.


“Mrs McAllister?” Jake gasped.


“Stay back, ya hear.” she commanded, her voice a deep, confident rumble. She wore a cowboy hat that cast a shadow over her face and a pair of Daisy Dukes hugged her powerful thighs while a set of heeled leather  boots wrapped around her bulging calves.


She grabbed the bull by its horns, her biceps flexing like iron cables, veins standing out prominently as she twisted its head, forcing it away from Jake. The bull thrashed, trying to shake her off, but the old woman's grip was unyielding.


“Ya misbehaving, big boy?” she growled. “Looks like granny's gotta learn ya.”


Her muscles swelled and rippled under her skin as she wrestled the beast to the ground. The impact was thunderous, echoing through the barn. The bull thrashed and bellowed, but it was hopeless, he was hopelessly outmuscled.


Jake could feel the vibrations under his feet as the bull bellowed and bucked while the woman straddled him. The old granny's thighs, enormous and rock-solid, clamped around the bull's body. They were like granite pillars, each muscle straining and bulging as she squeezed, every sinew defined and powerful. The bull tried to buck her off, but it was hopeless. Her legs, massive and unyielding, tightened their grip, squeezing the fight out of the beast.


"Yer strong, but ya know ya ain't stronger than granny," the old woman taunted.

Her breath was steady, controlled, while the bull’s labored gasps filled the air. Her titanic thighs held the bull down effortlessly. Her abs, a washboard of muscle, tensed and flexed as she maintained her grip.


“There, boy,” she commanded. “Yer mine now.”


Mrs McAllister stood up, keeping the now exhausted bull pinned to the ground with one powerful leg.


What happened next made Jake gasp in disbelief. The old granny started stripping, completely unabashed by his presence. She peeled off her Daisy Dukes and bikini top, revealing more and more of her tanned, muscle body. Her skin glistened with sweat, each muscle group more defined than the last. Her breasts, firm and large, stood proudly on her chest with nipples as thick and sturdy as lug nuts.


Completely naked now, except for her hat and boots, the granny knelt down over the bull.


Jake's eyes almost popped out of his skull as the scene unfolded before him. So primal and animalistic that he couldn't believe that it was actually happening; The bull had a raging erection. Somehow, being overpowered and dominated by this old granny must've awaked something in the animal.


The old graying woman grabbed the bull's massive, throbbing penis. It was thick and veined, pulsating with raw animal strength, but her control over it was absolute. She stroked it firmly, watching the bull’s reactions with a grin.


“Now we're going to calm ya down,” Mrs McAllister taunted, her voice low and sultry. “Just give in.”


She squatted down over the bull, her thighs and ass rippling with rock hard muscle, Jake gulped and could see her pussy spread wide open, gray hairs curled around the ruffled labia. The old granny ran her fingers up and down her wet slit as she lowered herself onto the bull.


Jake watched, mouth dry, as the woman's powerful pussy enveloped the bull's massive cock. Her muscles flexed with each movement, her control undeniable. The bull's attempts to throw her off grew weaker, its mighty strength succumbing to her relentless grip. The wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies meeting echoed in the barn, her low moans mingling with the bull’s defeated grunts.


"Ya like that, don't ya?" she grunted.


Jake could hardly believe what he was seeing. Mrs McAllister’s thighs and core muscles worked in perfect harmony, milking the bull’s huge cock with a precision that was almost mechanical. Her dominance was total, her expression a mix of fierce focus and victorious satisfaction. Her abs and glutes flexed with every thrust.


The bull's resistance faded entirely, replaced by shudders of submission. Its massive cock pulsed and twitched as her pussy milked it relentlessly. With a final, powerful squeeze, the bull let out a bellowing cry, its body convulsing as it came. Thick streams of cum erupted from its cock, the sheer volume a testament to its surrender.


“That's it, let it all out,” Mrs McAllister murmured, as the bull bellowed, its massive body quaking beneath her.


With one last, powerful squeeze, she finished the bull, leaving it a quivering, spent mess on the barn floor. She stood up slowly, the sheer magnitude of her muscled frame glistening with sweat, her cowboy hat still perched atop her head and her boots firmly planted on the ground.


Jake stood there, breathless and wide-eyed.


“Not bad for an old gal, huh?” Mrs McAllister said with a wink, adjusting her hat.

[KingClown]

interesting turn of events

[Dona Fell Friz]

Amazing descriptions. Weird but perfect in its kinky way.

[sebpaul0104]

Hope she gets to play with Jake

[horst11]

Interesting!! I‘d love to see more… k*

[Fbblover2020]

This is so wrong but so good, great story….please please do a second part

[BossRose]

Chapter 2


Jake stumbled back, nearly tripping over his own feet. Breathing heavily, he leaned against the barn wall for support. The rough wood pressed into his back. How could she be so strong? How could an old graying granny possess such insane power?


That's when Jake felt it. He was hard, painfully so, his cock throbbing against the tight confines of his jeans. The primal display of power, the sheer audacity of it all, had sparked a twisted arousal that made him sick to his stomach. How could he be turned on by something so grotesque? The heat in his face spread down his neck, a burning shame that felt like it was boiling his blood.


Ruth McAllister turned to him, still stark naked, her body glistening with sweat. The sight sent another shiver down his spine, and he felt the heat rise in his face, his cheeks burning with a mix of shame and unwanted desire.


“What the heck are ya doin’ on my farm?” she drawled. She stood tall, unashamed of her naked form, her powerful physique dominating the space around her.


“I—I’m Jake Connors,” he stammered. “I’m a journalist with the New York Chronicle.”


Her eyes narrowed as she studied him, her muscular arms crossing over her massive chest. “A paper boy, huh?”


“I’m just trying to write an article,” Jake replied, the throbbing between his legs refused to be ignored. He hated himself for it, hated how his body reacted to something so twisted.


Mrs McAllister let out a short, humorless laugh and then turned to the heaving bull on the ground. With a casual, almost effortless motion, she hoisted the spent beast over her shoulder, its massive body draped limply like a defeated ragdoll.


As she walked, Jake couldn't help but stare at her amazing ass, each powerful muscle flexing with every step. Her thighs, slick with bull cum, gleamed in the fading light. He tried to tear his eyes away but found himself mesmerized by the sight.


She turned her head slightly. "So, what's this article of yours ‘bout, city boy?" she asked.


Jake swallowed hard. "I'm... I'm actually here to write a story about you Mrs McAllister. I've heard so many incredible things, and I wanted to see for myself," he managed to stammer.


Mrs. McAllister let out a low chuckle, her muscled thighs flexing with each step as she carried the bull. "Is that so? Well, ya sure picked the right day to drop by," she said.


She stepped into the bull's enclosure and set the massive animal down gently inside. The bull, still dazed from the encounter, didn't resist. The old granny turned back to Jake, her hands resting on her hips, her naked, muscle-bound body gleaming with sweat.


"So ya wanna write a story 'bout me?" she said, her eyes narrowing like a hawk's. "Then ya better be ready to see things you won't believe. This life ain't for the faint of heart.”


Jake nodded. "I'm just after the truth, nothing more, nothing less."


The woman grinned. "Alright then, Jake. Stick around. There's plenty more to see. But remember, everythin' ya see here stays true to the heart of Willow Creek. Respect that, and you'll get yer story, ya hear?”


“Sure thing, Mrs. McAllister,” Jake said.


They walked back toward the barn, and Mrs. McAllister began putting her clothes back on. She grabbed her Daisy Dukes first, didn't bother with any panties, and as she bent down, Jake couldn’t help but notice the way her leg muscles shifted under her skin, each sinew and tendon moving like a well-oiled machine. Her calves bulged as she slipped one leg into the shorts, then the other. Standing up, her quads flexed, the powerful muscles swelling impressively as she tugged and peeled the denim up over her hips, her thick, muscular thighs pressing against the fabric.


Jake watched, transfixed, as she reached for her bikini top. Her biceps bulged with the effort, veins standing out prominently as she stretched the fabric over her chest.


Her gigantic breasts strained against the tight bikini top, the fabric barely containing them. Her thick nipples poked out, hard and prominent, pressing against the thin material. She adjusted the top, each movement causing her pecs to flex and ripple beneath her skin.


Finally, she reached down and zipped her Daisy Dukes, the sound of the zipper slicing through the air.


"Let's go rustle up some dinner," she said. "Ya must be starvin' after yer little scare."


Jake nodded, his mouth dry, as he followed her back toward the farmhouse.


Her home was a sturdy, old farmhouse that seemed to have weathered countless seasons. It was rustic and charming, with a large wrap-around porch adorned with rocking chairs and numerous potted plants. The wooden planks creaked under their feet as they stepped inside.


Inside, wooden beams crisscrossed the ceiling, and a large stone fireplace dominated one wall, the hearth filled with neatly stacked logs ready to be lit. The furniture was simple and robust, built to last. Crystals of various shapes and sizes adorned the shelves, catching the light and casting rainbow reflections.


Photographs adorned the walls, black-and-white images of what Jake assumed were her ancestors. There were also more recent pictures, showing the graying old lady in various feats of strength – lifting massive barbells, wrestling in a ring, and even standing triumphantly over a defeated mountain lion. In some of the photos, she was surrounded by groups of people dressed in 60s-style clothing, with tie-dye shirts and peace symbols.


They entered the kitchen, where the sweet smell of herbs mixed with the scent of fresh bread. It was surprisingly modern, with gleaming appliances that seemed out of place in the otherwise rustic setting. A large wooden table stood in the center, covered with a checkered tablecloth.


Mrs McAllister grabbed an apron hanging from a hook on the wall, it was white with a floral print, something you'd expect on any sweet, old grandmother and as she tied it around her waist, the strings strained against her gigantic, tanned, and bulging back muscles.


She served up plates of roast chicken, fresh vegetables, and warm, crusty bread. She sat across from Jake, her massive frame dwarfing the sturdy wooden chair she sat in.


"So, Jake," she said, loading up her plate with a mountain of food. "I can see ya got questions. Go on, spit 'em out.”


“Well… Mrs McAllister I need to —”


"Please, call me Granny Ruth," she said. "Ain't no need for formalities 'round these parts."


Jake swallowed hard, unsure how to begin. "Granny Ruth, I... I must ask about the bull. Why did you...?”


She laughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed off the kitchen walls. "Ah, figured you'd ask 'bout our lil’ tussle. Ain't no shame in bein' curious, son."


Jake nodded, his notebook ready. He could barely meet her eyes. "Why did you do it?"


Granny Ruth leaned back, her eyes never leaving his. "Ya wanna know why I fucked the bull, huh? It’s all about keepin' the animals calm and satisfied. These unruly, virile breeds I keep on the farm need to be seen to, need to be fucked regularly. That bull that almost skewered ya? He was all riled up 'cause I hadn’t gotten around to drainin' him in a while."


Jake's pen scratched across the paper and he suddenly realized the gravity of what she was admitting to, what he had witnessed just minutes ago. Bestiality laws were strict, and he felt a cold sweat forming on his brow. He mentally kicked himself for not thinking to film her or take any evidence. Now it would be impossible to prove, and it would just be his word against hers and he didn't want to upset her just yet, risking the entire article.


"Life out here strips away all the bullshit," Granny Ruth continued. "Ya learn to face yer duties head-on. Sometimes, that means takin' care of an animal’s needs in ways most folks wouldn’t understand. And yeah, sometimes, I enjoy it. Havin’ a thick bull pole up my cooter, gettin' me all filled up and stretched, feels damn good."


Jake looked up, his face flushed. "And this happens regularly?"


"Damn right," she nodded, takin' a bite of roast chicken. "But remember, paper boy, it takes guts to live like this, to embrace what most people are too scared to even think about. If you're gonna write about it, you need to get that."


Jake nodded, feelin' the weight of her words. “Of course, Granny Ruth, I'll make sure to remember that. And another thing, if you don't mind me asking, I'd like to delve into how you became such a strong woman.”


Granny Ruth leaned back in her chair, the wood creakin' under her immense weight.


"Well, it all started with my daddy," she began, her voice rich with memories. "He was a blacksmith, one of the first to settle down in Willow Creek. When I was a lil' girl, I helped him work the forge. He taught me that strength ain't just 'bout muscles; it's 'bout grit, determination, and knowin' how to use what ya got. When my mother passed, me and daddy built this farm here together."


Jake leaned in, his pen poised over his notebook. "So, you got this strong just from working?"


Granny Ruth laughed, a deep, hearty sound. "Yessir, that's right. Never stepped foot in no fancy gym. My gym was the smithy, the fields, the barn, and the critters. Started young, helpin' out on the farm, liftin' hay bales, totin' water buckets, wranglin' ornery calves. Every day was a workout, and I didn't even know it.


Her eyes sparkled with the fire of those early days. "It was hard work, sunup to sundown. I'd be out there in the fields, plowin', plantin', harvestin'. Built me up strong. And the animals—well, they kept me on my toes. Wrestlin' a stubborn cow or a feisty hog teach ya a lot 'bout strength and grit."


Jake scribbled furiously, capturing every word. "And the photos," he said, nodding towards the walls adorned with images of her exploits. "What about those?"


Granny Ruth grinned. "Ah, those. Well, the farm kept me busy, but I always had a taste for adventure. Wrestled a mountain lion once that got too close to the chickens. Took me half the night, but I got the better of him. Those were the days. And all those festivals and gatherings, I used to set out and travel ever few years. Met some wonderful folks, learned a lot 'bout balance and harmony."


She stood up, her muscles ripplin' under her apron, and started clearing the table. "But the farm, this place, it's where I found my peace. It's where I could be strong and soft at the same time. The plants, the animals, they ground me."


After they finished dinner, Jake leaned back in his chair. "That was a fantastic meal, thank you, Ruth," he said, trying to sound casual. "I was wondering if you could give me a tour of your farm. It would really help me get a sense of your daily life here."


Granny Ruth gave him a look, her eyes narrowing slightly as if assessing his intentions. For a moment, Jake thought she might refuse. But then she shrugged and stood up, her enormous muscles rippling. "Alright, paper boy. Follow me."


Jake followed her outside, the evening air cool and fresh. Granny Ruth led him around the farm, casually tending to some smaller chores as they talked. She lifted heavy bales of hay with ease, one handed, tossing them into the loft as if they were rolls of toilet paper. She hoisted thick logs out of the way and righted a steel feeding through which had been knocked over.


Next, she approached a tractor that looked like it had seen better days. "This ol' thing breaks down now and then," she said. With one hand, she raised the front end of the tractor, muscles in her arms and back swelling to incredible size. The casual display of strength left Jake speechless as she held the tractor in place and tightened the bolts with her other hand.


"You're incredibly strong," Jake said, trying to keep his tone conversational. "I've never seen anything like it."


Granny Ruth just chuckled. "Years of hard work, Jake. This here farm don't run itself, ya know.”


As they continued the tour, they passed by a shed filled with gardening tools and bags of fertilizer, and Jake saw several grow lights and large pots stacked neatly in a corner.


Then, they came across an old, stubborn tree stump in the middle of a field. "This here thing's been a burr under my saddle for years," Granny Ruth said, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Time to git rid of it."


Jake watched in amazement as the old granny planted her feet firmly on either side of the stump, her legs and core tensing. She wrapped her hands around the trunk, her biceps and triceps bulging obscenely as she grunted deeply. Slowly, the stump began to give way, roots snapping and dirt flying as she heaved it from the ground.


With a final, mighty huff, Granny Ruth pulled the entire stump out of the earth, her muscles pumped, glistening with sweat. She tossed it aside like it was nothing more than a piece of driftwood. "There, that’s better," she said, catching her breath.


"That was incredible," Jake said, eyes wide as dinner plates.


Granny Ruth just smiled, flexing her arm slightly and watching as her biceps swelled even larger. she drawled. "Go on, stare and enjoy while ya got the chance. Out here, we're not shy to show off.”


Jake couldn't help but feel his cock harden and throb again. He felt a wave of shame wash over him. How could an old granny, someone who was old enough to be his own grandmother, turn him on so much?


Finally, they reached the edge of the property, where a large greenhouse stood. It was an impressive structure, with tall glass walls that gleamed in the fading light. Inside, Jake could see the silhouettes of numerous plants, their leaves broad and lush.


Jake's curiosity got the better of him. "What's in the greenhouse?"


Granny Ruth’s arm bulged with muscle as she waved dismissively. “Aw, just some herbs, like basil, thyme, and such. Nothin' too exciting, I'm afraid.”


Jake nodded and kept following her. Finally, they concluded the tour and wound up back at the farmhouse.


"Thank you for the tour, Granny Ruth," Jake said. "I think I've got more than enough material for an article by now."


"Good," she replied, her tone still carrying that underlying edge. "Take care of yerself now, paper boy. And remember what I said – this life ain't for the faint of heart."


Jake nodded, feeling a strange mix of respect and unease. He said his goodbyes, got into his car, and drove off, the images of Granny Ruth’s raw power still fresh in his mind. But as he drove back towards town, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more he needed to uncover.


Later that night, under the cover of darkness, Jake returned to the farm. He parked his car a distance away and approached the property on foot, careful to avoid making any noise. The farm was quiet, the only sound being the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The moon cast its pale glow over the fields.


Jake made his way to the greenhouse he had seen earlier. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached the tall glass structure, its silhouette standing out against the night sky. He hesitated for a moment, then carefully tried the door. It was locked, but he spent a few moments fumbling with a small tool kit he carried with him, and the lock clicked open.


The greenhouse was filled with marijuana plants!


Their broad leaves and distinctive aroma were unmistakable, this was a serious, criminal operation at scale. Row upon row of the plants stretched out before him, bathed in the soft glow of grow lights.


As he started snapping pictures with his phone, he knew he had stumbled upon a story much bigger than he had originally anticipated.

[nickolai]

Really looking forward to more.

[brave_archer]

Your writing has me anticipating each new chapter. Really loving how you're pushing the boundaries and can't wait to see where you go next.

[BossRose]

Chapter 3

Jake carefully locked the greenhouse door behind him and made his way back to his car, his mind swirling with the implications of his discovery. So this is where the stash in the town store came from, old granny McAllister had been their supplier all along. This would become huge news; He could already see the headlines forming.


Just as he was about to start the engine and drive away, he heard a deep, guttural grunt coming from the barn. He hesitated. The smart thing to do would be to drive away, who knew what kind of danger he had stumbled into. Another grunt came, louder, and Jake knew that he couldn't resist the curiosity tugging at him.


He moved stealthily towards the barn, the moonlight casting eerie shadows over the farm. The grunting grew louder as he approached, mixed with the occasional sound of hooves stomping and a low, rumbling neigh. Peeking through a gap in the barn door, Jake's eyes widened at the sight before him.


Granny Ruth, her colossal frame gleaming with sweat, was inside, wrestling with a towering stallion. She had stripped down to just her cowboy hat and boots, her naked body a marvel of muscular definition and raw power. Her muscles were pumped to the max, veins standing out prominently under her skin.


She had the stallion by the mane, her massive arms flexing as she forced the powerful animal to the ground. The horse thrashed and tried to get up, but Granny Ruth held it down with ease, her legs and arms bulging with sheer strength.


"Easy there, Bucko," she growled, her voice deep and commanding. "Yer not goin’ anywhere."


Jake watched in awe as Granny Ruth held the horse in place. It bucked and whinnied but she didn't budge an inch.


When the horse finally gave up and laid heaving on the ground, Granny Ruth let go and sauntered off. She approached a sturdy wooden railing at the edge of the barn and leaned over it, her gigantic chest pressed against the wood, her firm, round buttocks raised invitingly.


"Come on, boy," she called to the horse, her voice low and enticing. "Take what ya want."


The horse, driven by instinct and the commanding presence of Granny Ruth, moved forward. Its long cock, already growing erect, swayed beneath it.


Jake's breath caught as the horse mounted Granny Ruth, its hooves planted firmly on either side of her. The stallion’s massive member pressed against her, and Granny Ruth let out a low, throaty moan as it began to enter her. Her pussy, powerful and capable, stretched to accommodate the horse’s thick, veined cock.


Granny Ruth’s muscles tensed and flexed, her body adjusting to the horse’s size. The sounds of their union filled the barn – the wet, rhythmic thrusts, the horse’s heavy breathing, and Granny Ruth’s moans of pleasure and dominance.


"That's it, fuck yer gran’ good," she growled. "Show me what ya got."


The horse, driven by primal instinct, began to thrust powerfully. Granny Ruth’s body rocked with each movement, her muscles straining and flexing. She met each thrust with a rhythmic squeeze, her pussy gripping and milking the horse’s massive cock. The sheer force and intensity of the scene left Jake breathless, unable to tear his eyes away.


Her moans grew louder. Her muscles glistened with sweat, her abs and glutes flexing with each movement. The horse’s powerful thrusts were met with her unyielding strength.


The stallion's cock pulsed inside her, the massive member twitching as it neared climax. With a final, powerful thrust, the horse let out a whinnying cry, its body convulsing as it came. Thick, hot streams of cum flooded into Granny Ruth, her body milking every drop with precise, rhythmic contractions.


"Good boy," Granny Ruth murmured, her voice soothing and commanding. "Ya did well."


As the horse dismounted, Granny Ruth remained leaning over the railing for a moment, her muscles relaxed but still imposing.


Jake backed away from the barn, his heart pounding in his chest, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had stayed too long. Suddenly, Granny Ruth’s head snapped up, her eyes locking onto the spot where he was hiding. Her intense gaze seemed to pierce the darkness, sensing his presence.


Panicking, Jake turned to run, his legs moving as fast as they could. He heard a powerful roar behind him, and the sound of the barn door slamming open echoed through the night. He risked a glance over his shoulder and saw her charging after him, her colossal, muscular body illuminated by the moonlight. Her gigantic breasts bounced with each powerful stride, her muscles rippling and gleaming with sweat.


Jake felt her gaining on him. Her powerful legs, pumping with muscle, propelled her forward with incredible speed. The ground seemed to tremble with each step she took. Jake's heart raced as he tried to push himself harder, but it was no use. In a matter of seconds, she was upon him and grabbed him by the collar.


“No ya don’t,” she growled, her voice a mix of anger and authority.


Jake struggled, trying to break free, but it was like fighting against a force of nature. Granny Ruth’s grip was unyielding. With a swift motion, she threw him over her shoulder as if he weighed nothing more than a sack of flour. Her muscles flexed and bulged as she carried him back toward the barn, her enormous breasts bouncing with each step.


“Let me go!” Jake yelled, his voice tinged with desperation. His fists hammered against her immense back but Granny Ruth paid no mind.


Back in the barn, she set Jake down and grabbed a lasso from a nearby hook. Before Jake could react, she had him tied up securely, the rope binding his wrists and ankles. He struggled against the restraints, but Granny Ruth’s knots were expertly tied, leaving him no room to maneuver.


“Ya just couldn’t mind yer own business, could ya, paper boy?” Granny Ruth stepped back, her massive naked frame towering over him.


Jake struggled against the ropes. "I won't be silenced. You're a criminal, people have a right to know.”


Granny Ruth walked over to the side of the barn, her steps heavy and deliberate. She looked out into the night for a moment, her massive, muscular back to Jake, the moonlight highlighting every curve and bulge of her powerful physique.


"I’ve worked too hard to let this all come crashin’ down cus’ of some curious city boy," she muttered. "Ya ain't got the faintest idea what it takes to run a place like this, to keep things hidden and under control."


Jake met her gaze with unwavering resolve. "I'm a journalist. My job is to uncover the truth and share it. You can't just tie me up and expect me to forget everything I've seen."


Granny Ruth sighed deeply, the sound resonating in the stillness. "Yer stubborn, I'll give ya that. But stubbornness can get ya killed out here."


The exhausted horse, still catching its breath, watched the scene with indifference. Its massive cock, still dripping with cum from their earlier encounter, hung heavily between its legs. Jake couldn't believe that such a huge thing could have fit inside the old woman. The sheer size of it left him in a state of disbelief, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.


"I won't stop fighting for the truth," Jake said and tore his eyes away from the horse.


Granny looked at him and chuckled. "Well, if yer so determined, I guess I'll just have to break ya in, just like I did the horse and the bull.”

[brave_archer]

Another awesome chapter. I'm both afraid and jealous of what's going to happen next to Jake.

[BossRose]

Granny Ruth moved closer. The old woman towered over him, her massive, naked body glistening with sweat, muscles pumped to the max. Her enormous breasts, firm and imposing, heaved slightly with each breath. She looked down at him. The musky scent of her sweat, the sight of her flexing muscles, the heat radiating from her body—all of it was overpowering.

“You’ll learn, just like all the animals here, that I’m the boss around these parts.”

She reached out and ripped the rope around his ankles apart, the fibers snapping like threads.

“Now, take yer pants off,” she commanded.

With his legs free, Jack seized the moment, he bolted towards the barn door, hoping to find some way out of this nightmare. But Granny Ruth was on him in an instant. Her powerful legs, bulging with muscle, carried her forward with incredible speed. Before Jake could reach the door, she grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the ground with a force that knocked the wind out of him.

"Runnin’ is useless," she chuckled. "These ol’ legs of mine can still outrun any stallion just fine."

Jake lay on the ground, gasping for breath. Granny Ruth planted her booted foot firmly on his chest, pinning him down. Her muscular body loomed over him, every inch of her glistening with sweat.

"Now lick my boots," she commanded, her voice brooking no argument.

Jake hesitated for a moment, but the look in her eyes told him there was no room for defiance. Trembling, he leaned forward and began to lick the dusty leather of her boots. The taste of dirt filled his mouth, but he forced himself to continue, knowing he had no choice.

“Good boy,” Ruth grunted.

Jake's heart pounded in his chest as he dared to look up.

The sight that met his eyes was nothing short of astonishing. Granny Ruth stood over him, her colossal frame casting a shadow that seemed to fill the entire barn. Her enormous breasts, firm and glistening with sweat, heaved with each breath. Her muscles, pumped to an incredible size, bulged with incredible strength and power.

Her biceps flexed like iron cables, veins standing out prominently under her skin. Her abs, hard as granite, tensed and relaxed with every breath, the ridges of muscle creating a perfect washboard effect. Her thighs, thick and powerful, flexed with the slightest movement, each muscle defined and rippling.

"Once I’ve run you through the wringer, you won’t even think ’bout breathin’ a word of this to nobody.”

Jake kept licking as he felt a shiver run down his spine.

As his gaze traveled downwards, he couldn't help but notice her mighty pussy. Nestled between her powerful, muscular thighs. Her labia were full and firm, glistening slightly with moisture. The moonlight streaming through the barn windows cast a soft glow over her most intimate area, highlighting every curve and fold.

Her clitoris, slightly engorged, peeked out from its hood, hard with her arousal. The area around her pubis was smooth, the skin taut and firm. Each subtle movement of her hips made the wedges of pubic muscle flex and shift.

Granny Ruth’s grin widened as she sensed his awe and fear. She shifted her hips slightly, and Jake watched in shock as her pelvic muscles flexed, her mighty pussy contracting and relaxing with remarkable control. Her labia parted slightly, the powerful muscles within her pussy visibly rippling. The sight was both mesmerizing and intimidating, an undeniable display of her physical dominance.

A drop of her moisture glistened in the moonlight and fell, landing squarely on Jake’s face.

"It's just you and me now, paper boy." Granny Ruth's voice was a low, sultry purr. "You oughta be happy—folks been beggin' to pay me good money for this kinda treatment."

Granny Ruth hoisted Jake to his feet effortlessly.

"Undress," she commanded, her voice brooking no argument. “I won't be askin’ next time, ya hear me?”

Jake hesitated, the last remnants of his defiance flickering weakly. But Granny Ruth's patience seemed to snap, and with a swift motion, she grabbed his shirt. Her fingers dug into the fabric, and with a powerful tug, she ripped it apart as if it were made of tissue paper. The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the barn, and Jake's chest was suddenly exposed to the cool night air.

"Don’t make me wait," she growled, her eyes blazing with dominance.

Jake quickly undid his belt and pants, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his clothes. The entire time, he felt Granny Ruth’s eyes on him, watching his every move with predatory satisfaction. When he was finally naked, he stood there, exposed and vulnerable, his erection unmistakably evident. The cold air contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from Granny Ruth’s body.

Jake couldn't help but feel a deep sense of shame as he looked at Granny Ruth. Here he was, a young man, and yet this old woman had a body so much more powerful than his. It felt unfair. He should be the strong one, the dominant one. Yet here, in this barn, she held all the power, and it was all because of her sexy, powerful muscles.

"Look at ya, skinny like a wheat stalk." she taunted, flexing her biceps, which swelled to an impossible size.

Jake’s voice wavered as he tried to muster some semblance of defiance. "You don't scare me. When it comes down to it, you're just an old lady."

Granny Ruth’s laugh rumbled. "Oh, Jake, bless your heart, you still ain’t got it, do ya? Strength ain’t got nothin’ to do with age. It’s all 'bout muscle, meat, and pure, unbridled power.”

She stepped even closer, her massive breasts nearly brushing his chest, her body heat palpable.

Despite the fact that they were both naked, Jake felt so much more exposed and vulnerable. His pale, small frame stood in stark contrast to Granny Ruth's tanned, muscular body. She was like a beast, her nakedness seeming so natural and powerful, while his felt awkward and shameful.

Granny Ruth stepped even closer, her massive breasts now pressing against his chest. She glanced down and smirked at Jake's erection, the amusement and disdain clear in her eyes.

"Such a tiny thang," she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. "Not worthy of my cunt. She's used to much, much bigger."

Her gaze shifted towards the exhausted horse, still standing nearby. The stallion, seemingly invigorated by the presence of Granny Ruth, was starting to get hard again, its massive cock beginning to swell.

"You see that, Jake?" she said, her voice low and sultry as she nodded towards the horse. "That's the kind of cock I crave. Don't even waste my time with men no more."

Jake felt a wave of shame wash over him, his erection paling in comparison to the horse's massive member.

Granny Ruth's eyes returned to his, her smirk widening. "And why would I? I've got all the big throbbing cocks I need here, bull, horse you name it. Yer just a boy playin’ in a world of giants."

“You're insane,” Jake said through clenched teeth.

"I can see you’re tryin’ to rile me up," she said, a slow smile creeping onto her face. "I could crush you with these bare hands, make ya beg for mercy. But I won’t. 'Cause I can already tell yer drawn to me."

She leaned closer, her breath hot against his skin, her massive breasts enveloping his chest. "You want this," she whispered, a knowing gleam in her eyes. "You want to feel my power, experience my strength, don't ya?"

With a deliberate, slow grace, she turned and walked over to the railing, every step showcasing the incredible definition of her muscles. Her gigantic, muscular glutes flexed with each movement. She spread her legs, leaning over the railing and spreading her powerful glutes, presenting her mighty pussy to him.

The sight was breathtaking. Her labia were full and glistening, her clitoris slightly engorged. The sheer confidence and femininity on display were overwhelming.

Jake's heart pounded in his chest, his erection throbbing with a mixture of fear and arousal. He started to step forward, but hesitated as the stallion, invigorated by the sight of Granny Ruth, tried to have a go. The horse's massive cock was already hard, ready to take her.

With a casual motion, Granny Ruth shoved the horse aside with one muscled arm, her strength undeniable. "Not now, big boy," she said, her voice firm and commanding. "This is for Jake."

She swung her gaze back to Jake, her eyes burning with intensity. "C'mon now, paper-boy," she urged. "This here’s more’n you deserve, but I’m feelin’ mighty generous today."

Jake took a step forward, his legs trembling. The musky scent of her wet cunt was overpowering. He moved closer, the sight of her presented pussy filling his vision.

"Don’t you keep me waitin'," Granny Ruth growled. "Go on, show me what ya got.”

Jake’s mind raced, his body responding to her command despite his fear. He reached out, his hands trembling as they made contact with her powerful thighs.

For a long, mounting moment, he hesitated, standing there with his hands trembling as they rested on her thighs. The sight of Granny Ruth's immense, muscular body and her flexing, inviting pussy was almost too much for him to process. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He knew she was an insane, dirty, animal-fucking woman. He was an esteemed journalist. He had principles to uphold. He shouldn't do this. He couldn't give in.

But then, Granny Ruth flexed her ass, the massive, muscular glutes rippling with strength. Her pussy clenched and opened invitingly, a display of raw, primal power and control. The sight was mesmerizing, the rhythmic flexing making it seem as if her pussy was beckoning him, drawing him in with an irresistible force.

"Come on, Jake," she urged, her voice low and seductive, dripping with confidence. "Ya know ya want this."

Jake's resolve wavered. He knew what was right, but the sight of her overwhelming power, the scent of her arousal, and the undeniable physical attraction he felt were breaking down his resistance. His principles felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the immediate, primal urge to obey her.

Granny Ruth flexed again, her pussy clenching and then opening wider, inviting him in a way that was both commanding and alluring. The fleshy, wet sounds of her flexing cunt muscles made it impossible for Jake to think clearly.

"Don't make me wait," she growled. "Fuck me.”

With a final, trembling breath, Jake gave in. He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her powerful hips. The feel of her muscles under his fingers, the sheer strength she exuded, was overwhelming. He guided himself to her cunt, feeling the heat and wetness, and with a mix of fear and desire, he pushed inside.

Granny Ruth let out a low, satisfied chuckle as he entered her, her pussy gripping him with a strength that took his breath away. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and awe at her raw power. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the barn, mixing with the sounds of the night outside.

"That's it, Jake," she murmured. "Give in to me."

As he moved inside her, the world outside the barn faded away. All that mattered was the feeling of her body, the sound of her voice, and the intoxicating mix of power and pleasure that consumed him completely. The scent of her arousal, the rhythmic wet sounds

Jake picked up the pace, driven by a mix of desire and awe. Each thrust was met with Granny Ruth’s powerful muscles pushing and pulling his entire body back and forth, guiding him, controlling him. The rhythm of their movements created a symphony of wet, slick sounds, each one a testament to their intense connection.

"You're the best I've ever had," Jake found himself murmuring, the words slipping out.

Granny Ruth chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, resonating through her powerful frame. "Of course I am," she purred.

Jake felt her muscles clench around him, and he was completely at her mercy.

Granny Ruth's movements were deliberate and powerful, her hips driving back against him with a force that left him breathless. He felt his body being pushed to its limits, every muscle straining to keep up with her pace. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, an overwhelming wave that threatened to consume him entirely.

"That's it, Jake," she urged, her voice a commanding growl. "Show me what ya got."

Jake's mind was a whirl of sensations and emotions. He knew he was outmatched, but he couldn't stop himself from giving in to her demands. He moved faster, harder, driven by a need to please her, to prove himself worthy of her attention.

The sounds of their fucking filled the barn, a symphony of wet, rhythmic thrusts and heavy breathing. Granny Ruth's body flexed and moved with a grace and power that left him in awe.

She was everything he had never known he wanted. And in that moment, he knew there was no turning back.

Just as Jake felt an enormous build up in his cock, Granny Ruth suddenly pushed him out, her powerful pussy muscles flexing with such force that his cock was ejected with a wet squelch. The sensation was jarring, the sudden emptiness leaving him gasping in shock. Before he could recover, she pushed him onto the floor, her massive frame looming over him.

She mounted him, her powerful thighs straddling his hips, her enormous breasts swaying slightly. Her pussy, wet and inviting, descended onto him, and she clenched down with a force that made him gasp.

Granny Ruth looked down at him, a smirk curling up on her lips. "You think you can finish without my say-so?" she taunted. "Ain’t gonna happen.”

"Please," he begged, his voice trembling.

Granny Ruth's smirk widened. "Ya want to cum, huh? You'll have to promise me somethin’ first."

"I promise, anything," Jake whimpered, his body trembling with need.

"You gotta swear never to tell a soul ‘bout what you've seen here," she said, her voice firm and commanding. "Swear it."

"I swear," Jake gasped, the words spilling out in a desperate rush. "I swear I won't tell anyone."

Granny Ruth’s muscles rippled and flexed as she shifted her hips slightly, her cunt tightening around him with incredible control. The sensation was maddening, like being gripped by a warm, wet vice. Her pussy was both soft and impossibly strong, the rhythmic clenching and relaxing driving him wild. Each time he felt on the brink of release, she would squeeze down, stopping him just short.

Her pussy looked like it was devouring his cock, swallowing it whole with each thrust. The sight was mesmerizing: her labia, full and glistening, enveloped him completely, her inner muscles contracting and releasing in a symphony of control and power. The slick, wet sounds of their union filled the barn, a testament to the intensity of their connection.

"Say it again," she demanded, her voice a low purr of authority. "I wanna hear ya beg."

"I promise, I swear," Jake babbled, his voice breaking with desperation. "Please, let me cum. I won’t tell anyone. I promise, I promise."

Granny Ruth continued to tease him, her pussy muscles working him with a precision that left him helpless. Her cowboy hat cast a shadow over her face, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and dominance.

"You’re going to learn your place, Jake," she murmured, her voice a seductive growl. "You’re going to understand who holds the power here."

Jake was a whimpering wreck, his body trembling with need. He was completely at her mercy, reduced to nothing more than a begging, desperate mess.

"Please, Granny Ruth," he begged again, his voice a broken whisper. "Please, let me cum. I promise, I won’t tell anyone. Just let me cum."

Granny Ruth's smirk widened as she finally relented, her pussy relaxing its grip and allowing him to find release. The wave of pleasure that hit him was overwhelming, his entire body convulsing beneath her as he came. The sight of her powerful, muscular body above him, every muscle in her frame flexing and glistening with sweat, was an image he knew would be etched into his mind forever.

"Good boy," she purred, her voice a mix of satisfaction and dominance. "Remember your promise."

Jake lay there, spent and panting, his mind a whirl of exhaustion and awe. Granny Ruth slowly rose off him, her towering, muscular frame still commanding his full attention. She looked down at him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"That wasn't half bad, Jake," she said. But then her eyes flicked to the side, and she noticed the stallion still standing nearby, its massive cock fully erect. She let out a deep, throaty chuckle. "But I'm not fully satisfied yet."

[horst11]

I’m in love with Granny Ruth…more please! 
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[nickolai]

Have a feeling it's just the beginning for Jake.

[brave_archer]

Things are really heating up now! I love the part when she just casually pushes the horse aside with one arm. Granny Ruth is such an alpha boss.