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CHAPTER SIX

A soft buzzing woke Zoey. She reached over and silenced the annoying alarm before dropping her head back onto the pillow. She’d been sleeping so soundly that it took her a few seconds to even recall where she was, and once she remembered, the delightful dull throbbing between her legs was an even better reminder. She couldn’t stop thinking about her grandfather’s huge cock, and the numerous orgasms he’d given her with it. Laying there with her eyes closed, she felt her lips turn up in a contented smile.

But then she remembered, in her near comatose state, that his last instruction was for her to come to his room first thing and suck him off. Zoey was all for that. She figured there must be more to this situation with her grandmother sleeping occasionally in her sewing room. The confidence with which her grandfather instructed her to come to his room told Zoey all she needed to know; her grandmother must be sleeping in that room every night.

She started to rise from the bed and realized she’d been so out of it that she hadn’t even moved from the position her grandfather had left her in after he’d pumped her ass full. She was even still wearing the high heels. She started to rise from the bed and found the sheet beneath her come up as well. The spunk that had leaked out of her and slid down her body had partially dried, making the sheet stick to her. With a smile on her face, she pulled the sheet away and stood up, her legs shaky beneath her. She turned and looked back at where she’d been laying.

“Oh fuck,” she muttered, taking a look at the state of the bed. The burgundy sheets were a stained mess, darkened and matted with her and her grandfather’s combined juices. Wads and strands of milky spunk stood out in bold contrast against the dark red sheets. She also saw a greasy stain where she knew her grandfather had wiped his hand after spreading the lube on his cock before her fucked her ass. All in all, the sheets were a total disaster. Jesus, she thought, I’ll have to take care of that later.

Realizing she was eating into her allotted fifteen minutes, Zoey took a glance at herself in the mirror. She pulled the chemise into place mersin escort and slid her boobs back into the supple bra cups before smoothing the hem down over her hips. Remembering her grandfather’s request, she applied a fresh coating of the brilliant red lipstick, knowing most of it would end up spread along his magnificent cock soon enough. She hurriedly pulled her big robe around her, just in case she happened to encounter anyone as she went through the house. Cinching it tight, she made her way out of her room and quietly closed the door. She was just about to turn and head down the hallway when a voice behind her made her pull up short.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”

Panic-stricken, Zoey turned to see her grandmother in the kitchen, already dressed and wearing an apron, a mixing bowl and whisk in her hands. Not sure what to do now, Zoey muttered in reply, “Yes…I…I slept very well, thank you.”

“That’s good,” her grandmother replied, giving her a comforting smile as she nodded towards her. There was pregnant pause before her grandmother spoke again. “Well dear, don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Zoey just stood there, shaking and unsure of what to say or do. “I was just uh…I…uh…”

“It’s all right, dear. You just be on your way now,” her grandmother said as she gestured down the hall in the direction of the master bedroom. “Your grandfather always finds it so hard getting up in the morning these days and, at his age, he can use all the help he can get.”

Zoey felt like you could have knocked her over with a feather as she listened to her grandmother’s words. ‘Hard’ was right; her grandfather’s cock felt like an iron bar as he was pounding it into her last night. But still, she was confused; did her grandmother just think Zoey was going in there to help rouse her grandfather from bed, or did she really know what was going on? Her brain was swirling as she pondered it all, but she knew that time was wasting, and she really did want another chance at her grandfather’s cock. “Um, okay, maybe I can help,” she said shyly before turning and heading down the hallway, noticing how loud the provocative merter escort ‘clack-clack’ of her high heels was on the hardwood floor. She instinctively started to walk on her tiptoes, trying to be as quiet as she could.

The door to the master bedroom was open a few inches and she stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind her. Turning, she saw her grandfather lying on his back on the far side of the bed, his eyes closed in sleep. The light on the bedside table closest to her was turned on, with the sheets on that side of the bed in disarray, as if her grandmother had just been sleeping there. “What the heck is going on?” Zoey muttered to herself as she took a few steps closer to the bed, one of the floorboards creaking beneath her. She instantly stood still, the sound catching her off guard.

“Ah, Zoey,” her grandfather said as he came awake and looked over at her. “Right on time.”

Zoey watched as he raised himself up on his elbow and pushed a bunch of pillows up against the big wooden headboard. Apparently satisfied, he shifted around until he was leaning back against it, propped up by the stack of pillows beneath him. He was bare-chested, but still covered to his waist by the sheet, which Zoey could see was tented up provocatively over his midsection.

“C’mere, sweetheart, you know what you have to do,” her grandfather said as he nodded towards the tented sheet, which, based on the size of his enormous cock, made Zoey think of Barnum there had been a lot of it.

“Adam, you and Eric bring Titan out to the first corral. Zack, get Ember for the first go round,” her uncle said as the boys nodded and disappeared into the stable.

Zoey continued walking next to her uncle as they made their way along towards the back of the building, where she could see wood rail fencing surrounding the corral. “What did you mean, Uncle Rob, that thing you said about the ‘first go round’?”

“You see, Titan’s your grandfather’s prize stallion and we’re in the process of having him breed a few of the mares. Ember’s the first one up today. Hopefully Titan takes to her. That’s what I meant.”

“Oh, merzifon escort okay,” Zoey replied, never having seen horses being bred before. For some reason, she found the whole idea of it to be luridly interesting.

Zack brought out Ember first, and Zoey was taken by how beautiful the animal was. The horse looked strong and was a bit skittish when Zack first walked her out and led her around the corral, before Ember settled into a gentle stride that was effortless. Zoey was taken by the colour of Ember’s coat, which was a warm chestnut that matched the color of Zoey’s own hair perfectly. When the horse strode gracefully across the yard, her coat shimmered as it caught the light, so beautiful it almost took Zoey’s breath away.

“Easy boy,” Zoey heard Adam speak out from the stable.

Her attention was diverted to the open barn door as Adam and Eric led another horse into the corral. This horse was almost the exact same color as Ember, a glorious chestnut, but this horse was enormous in stature. Zoey thought it made Ember look like a pony. The boys each had a hand on the reins and the horse was snorting and trying to rear up as they fought to control it, without having much luck. Zoey could see that the horse was definitely spirited, and looked incredibly strong, the muscles and sinews beneath his coat moving fluidly as he jostled about the corral. Zoey had never seen such a magnificent beast in all her life.

“That’s Titan, your grandfather’s favorite and our prime stud,” Uncle Rob said as he led Zoey over to edge of the corral and leaned on the top rail.

Zoey couldn’t help but think about her grandfather as she looked at the stout, majestic thoroughbred, who her uncle had said was her grandfather’s favorite. She wasn’t surprised, the horse reminded her of him in every way; strong, confident, and both having a certain unbridled charisma that she couldn’t take her eyes off of. They were both powerful male beasts that Zoey knew could get whatever they wanted, any time they wanted.

“Oh, he’s got the scent of her now,” Uncle Rob said, diverting Zoey’s attention back to what was happening before her.

Zoey saw the big stallion snort and now he turned in Ember’s direction, a bit wild-eyed as he moved in towards the mare. Zoey glanced down and noticed the big horse’s cock start to emerge from its sheath. She gasped as it grew and grew, reminding her once more of her grandfather. Titan moved purposely behind Ember, snorting wildly and pawing the ground impatiently.

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