CHAPTER EIGHT
The next few days went much the same for Zoey. Every morning after blowing her grandfather, she'd come back to her room to find the bed freshly made with clean sheets, plus her outfit for the day laid out by her grandmother. Zoey loved all of them, and she definitely could see her grandfather approved by the admiring look he gave her every morning when she sat down at the breakfast table.
The rest of the days that week were spent with her being thoroughly fucked by her various uncles and cousins during the day. The Colton men made sure to keep all three of Zoey's hungry holes filled with cock and cum all day long.
As he'd said they would be, her nights were spent being her grandfather's plaything. He'd usually come either in her, or on her, at least three times a night. Zoey couldn't believe the strength and endurance of the big powerful man, and how much sperm those big heavy balls of his could produce. Each load was massive, and, between him and the rest of the Colton men, she felt like she could live on the stuff.
She'd wait for her grandfather every night in either of the positions he'd requested; either on her knees waiting to suck his cock, or on her back, spread-eagled and eager to be fucked. And every night, there was sexy new lingerie to wear, everything from heavily structured corsets, bustiers and sexy bras, to chemises, thigh high stockings, and even some crotchless panties thrown in for a change. They were a myriad of colors, with sky high heels to match every outfit.
Much to Zoey's delight, her grandfather always mixed things up. She never knew which hot wet hole he'd want first after fingering her to her usual two climaxes. One night, he got out some baby oil and fucked her 34Es three times in a row, blowing his load all over her face and tits each time. He left it on her skin after each climax, smiling down at her as he slid his raging cock back and forth deep in the slippery warmth of her cleavage for the next go round. After pumping his third load out all over her face, he finally used the blunt head of his cock to snow-plow the massive coating of sperm across her cheeks and into her welcoming mouth, which Zoey loved.
Another night, he got the lube out and sat in the leather easy chair as Zoey kneeled before him, dressed in sexy lingerie. On this night, he got her to use her hands only, giving him a slow greasy handjob before directing her to point the throbbing head of his cock at her voluminous breasts as he went off.
Zoey loved the feel of his magnificent cock in her hands, and she gleefully did it again the next time he asked. Only this time, she watched as her pumping hands made his load shoot high as he climaxed, the first long thick rope of cum almost reaching the ceiling before cresting and dropping back with a nasty splat onto his stomach, which she eagerly licked up when he'd finished.
He continued to work on opening up Zoey's throat as well. Some nights he'd have her lay back with her head over the edge of the bed, while at other times, he'd kneel on the bed with that long thick lance thrusting forwards, with Zoey on her hands and knees before him. Like the other position, this one put her mouth and throat in a nice straight line, perfect for her to take more cock deep into her throat. By the end of her first week, he was all the way in, her pursed lips pressed against his groin, his huge balls slapping against her chin. But even when he got balls deep in throat, he made sure to back off just before he came so Zoey could enjoy the taste of a nice fresh load.
*
Saturday came and Zoey was surprised that her grandfather didn't assign her to work with any of her uncles and cousins.
"On Saturday, we only do our chores in the morning," her grandfather said when she'd looked at him with a perplexed look on her face. "And then on Saturday afternoon we relax after a nice lunch. You'll be staying here and helping your grandmother get a few things ready for that."
Zoey still felt a little awkward around her grandmother. Even before the incident in the car, it was obvious that her grandmother knew what was going on, but still, right up to now, Rose never mentioned a single word to Zoey about any of it. With those thoughts on her mind, Zoey wondered how it would go spending the morning with the older woman.
It went far better than she'd anticipated. Although they never talked about Zoey's 'private relationship' with her grandfather, her grandmother talked freely, smiling often as she asked Zoey about school, her friends, her aspirations for the future, her favorite movie stars, anything under the sun. She enlisted Zoey's help in preparing some different salads for their lunch, and even instructed Zoey on how to make a carrot cake, playfully tossing some flour in the young girl's face once they got started, which made both of them laugh as Zoey threw some back.
Zoey was happy, truly happy. She had thought coming to the ranch for her 'prison sentence' would be just that; brutal, lonely, and tough to handle. And now, here she was, making cakes and engaging in a food fight with her grandmother, both of them cackling with laughter.
Shortly before noon, Zoey's grandmother took her back into Zoey's bedroom and pulled another bikini out of one of the drawers. "We always have a big barbeque lunch over at the Bunkhouse on Saturdays and the boys like to have a swim. I thought you could wear this under your clothes so you don't have to change later."
"Sure, Grandma, that sounds great."
As her grandmother left her to change, Zoey looked down at the bikini her grandmother had handed her. It was a gorgeous turquoise color that Zoey loved. It was cut very much like the white one she'd worn earlier. The bikini bottom was made up of two tiny triangles, the front one barely covering her shaven mound. Slender straps anchored the bottom in place when she tied them in enticing bows over each prominent hip. The top, like the white one, was totally unstructured, and fit Zoey perfectly. Tying the strap at the back of her neck, she looked at herself in the mirror as she shifted her girls into place, the soft triangles of turquoise fabric barely able to contain her substantial breasts. She smiled as she gave her nipples a little tweak, making them start to grow and cast inviting shadows on the fabric. Satisfied, she pulled her little denim skirt and low-cut calico blouse back into place before stepping into her tan cowboy boots.
*
Around noon, Zoey's grandfather came back to the house and they loaded up the back of the Mercedes with the cake and the rest of the food they'd prepared. Zoey's grandmother ushered Zoey into the front seat again as they made the short drive to the Bunkhouse and unloaded, some of Zoey's cousins coming to help carry things to the tables next to the pool. All Zoey's uncles and cousins were there, most of them in swim trunks as they lounged around the pool, drinking beer and toasting the end of a productive week. A few of her cousins were already taking advantage of the pool, tossing a football back and forth in the water.
"Zoey," her grandmother said as she started to set some plates around the table, "your Uncle Dan will be starting the steaks soon, so why don't you go for a swim with your cousins until then? It looks like the boys are having a good time in there."
"Sure, Grandma, that sounds great."
As Zoey took her clothes off right there, all eyes were on her as her lush curvy body came into view. She undid the tiny denim skirt and slid it down and off after her boots came off. She then drew the blouse up over her head, tossing it on a chair as she shook out her hair.
"Oh fuck," she heard one of her cousins mumble under his breath as they all stared at her chest, her huge tits thrusting forward as she brought her hands up, running her fingers through her chestnut locks as she smoothed her hair into place. She knew the act of bringing her arms up had made her voluminous breasts look even bigger, the massive swells jiggling and wobbling invitingly as she straightened out her hair.
Pretending she hadn't heard the comment, Zoey casually walked down the steps and into the pool, the cool water deliciously refreshing as it hit her body. In to her waist, she ducked down totally under the surface and then stood up, water streaming off her breasts like glittering jewels in the midday sun. Facing her cousins in the water, she reached up again, thrusting her tits forward as she pushed her hair back. She could feel her nipples getting hard and it wasn't difficult to tell they were protruding through her bikini top as she opened her eyes and looked at her cousins, their mouths gaping open as they stared at her chest.
"You boys leave that girl be," Zoey heard her grandmother say from behind her. "Let her have some peace for a little while without you hound dogs sniffin' around."
Zoey smiled at that, although she was already feeling a little twitchy. She'd gone all morning without any cock and definitely wouldn't have minded some.
Her cousins went back to their game and naturally included Zoey, all of them tossing the ball around with a bit of horseplay ensuing. Zoey came up sputtering and laughing after Owen pushed her under, and then she did the same to Josh, who came up and chased after her as she dove down and swam towards the far end of the pool.
A short time later, the wonderful scent of grilling steaks filled the air and the 'pool gang' got out and dried off. Zoey sat at the table with a towel wrapped around her waist, leaving her bikini-clad breasts on display for all those around the table. As they feasted on the steaks, baked beans, and salads, Zoey felt the men's eyes on her continuously, and loved every second of it. Zoey's carrot cake got top marks from everyone, and she and her grandmother shared a conspiratorial wink when her grandfather gave it a big 'thumbs up'.
"Come on, Zoey, you come with me while the boys get all of this mess cleaned up," her grandmother said as she got up from the table. She reached out her hand and Zoey instinctively took it as the older woman led her into the Bunkhouse. Zoey was surprised when her grandmother took her into the same bathroom she'd used the last time and closed the door, both of them inside the room.
"You should take a shower," her grandmother said as she reached into the big glass-enclosed stall and turned on the taps. "You need to wash all that chlorine off you. We have to get you ready."
"Ready?" Zoey asked, somewhat confused.
Her grandmother waved her hand in the air dismissively. "Don't you worry about that just now. I guarantee you'll enjoy yourself. Now, let me just help you with this bikini of yours and you can get in the shower."
With no idea what was going on, Zoey felt paralyzed as her grandmother came up to her and reached behind Zoey, undoing the tie at the middle of her back. With those strings hanging free, her grandmother reached behind Zoey's neck and undid that one, drawing the slender strings away, the whole bikini top coming with it. Zoey stood there, her big round tits settling across the full breadth of her chest, her stiff rubbery nipples pointing forwards, the tips angled up slightly, as if begging for a warm set of lips to come down and suck on them. Surprising to Zoey, that was exactly what happened.
