Grandpa's Pet

Times were tough for Jennifer and her Mom. Both of them had been laid off at the factory almost nine months ago, and their two-weeks severance pays were long spent. They once had some savings, but her mother's boyfriend left with that even before they lost their jobs. Unemployment payments were finished, and still no jobs.

Her Mom tried street walking, but all she got was a black eye and a rough fuck with no cash. Jenny offered to try, but her mom said no, that she didn't want to see her daughter treated like that.

The eviction notice had been served, and this was their last day with a roof over their heads. They were desperate, and Mom went to a neighbor to use the phone.

"Grandpa's coming for us, Jenny," she said when she got back. "He'll be here tomorrow afternoon."

Jennifer knew this was hard for her mom; she didn't know why, but they hadn't been to see Grandpa since Jennifer's twelfth birthday party. That was nearly seven years now, and Jennifer figured it must have been something really serious.

She missed her Grandpa, though; he always stroked her hair and called her his pet. She was happy that he was coming and they'd have a place to stay, but her mother seemed a bit sad and more like she was resigned to something she really didn't want.

"Maybe it's just pride," Jennifer thought to herself, "maybe she just doesn't want Grandpa to think she's a failure."

She went to her mother and gave her a big hug. "It's ok, Mom," she said comfortingly, "everything will be alright."

They packed what clothes they had and a few other personal items, and settled in for their last night in their own home. Just a can of soup that night, but their neighbor, Nancy, came by with a bowl of pasta and sauce. Nancy had helped them out with some food often in the past few months, and they were very grateful.

"Thanks, Nancy," said Jennifer's mom. "We're going to my father's place tomorrow. We can't take any of the furniture. I know it's not much, but take whatever you want before the landlord has it thrown out."

Nancy hugged the two women and told them she'd be there to say goodbye when they left.

All went as planned the next day, and when Grandpa arrived he spoke to his daughter. "Ride in the back, Sally," he said, "I know you don't want to ride with me. When it's your turn to drive, I'll ride in the back. And you will have to do some driving, girl, I'm not as young as I used to be."

And so they went on their way, with Grandpa asking Jennifer about her life since last he saw her, and punctuating his questions and comments with friendly pats on her knee. He only drove for a couple of hours all told, though; Sally did most of the work while he caught naps in the back seat.

When they pulled into his driveway, Jennifer and her mother were pretty well worn out, and could barely drag their bags in the house. Grandpa helped with their luggage, and then showed them their rooms.

"They're not big," he said, "but I guess they're better than the street, girls. Make yourself at home."

"Thanks, Dad," Sally replied, "they're fine. Jenny and I will be quite comfortable."

"Good, then," he concluded, "I'm going to go change," and went into his bedroom.

"Don't be surprised when Grandpa comes back in," Sally said to her daughter, "he'll be naked. He never wore clothes at home unless there was company. Just ignore it as best you can."

The two women got their few belongings unpacked and put away, and then settled into the living room for a cup of tea. Grandpa walked in as they sat talking, and, just as Sally had said, he was stark naked. His daughter ignored him, of course; she had become used to it a long time ago. For Jen, though, this was the first time she saw him naked. In fact it was the first time she saw any old man naked. Why, she hardly even looked at the guys she dated when she gave them a blow job or let them fuck her.

"Not bad looking for an old man," she thought, "I'd have imagined an old dick like his would have been shrunken and wrinkled. His is pretty big and looks good and healthy."

Grandpa noticed her interest, but didn't let on that he did.

"Cup of tea, Dad?" Sally asked, and then went to the kitchen to make one when he answered.

"How's my favorite little granddaughter," he asked as he walked up to Jenny so his dick was right in front of her. "Still my little pet?" he asked as he stroked her hair.

Jenny blushed a bit, and remembered how he used to do that when she was a little child. "Yes, Grandpa," she answered, "but I haven't seen you in so many years."

"Well," he said, "I don't think we'll talk about that. You and your mom are here now, and we'll take it from there. Okay?"

"Sure," Jenny agreed as her mother returned with the tea.

And so their new life went. Sally searched for a job every day, and so did Jennifer, but without success. Sally did the shopping and most of the cooking while Jenny kept the house clean and did the laundry.

"It's the least we can do to help earn our keep," she said to her daughter, "we should do what ever we can to make Grandpa happy. After all, he's taken us in, and he isn't rich."

Jenny agreed with her Mom, and she went out of her way to be nice to the old man. She'd always greet him with a hug and a kiss, even though he was naked, and she'd smile appreciatively when he'd stroke her hair or pat her head and call her his pet.

They were there just over a week. Sally was out buying groceries and Grandpa was sitting in the living room watching Jenny dust the furniture.

"Jenny, my little pet," he called, "come on over here and sit on my lap."

She was a little reluctant, seeing how he was naked, but he had been so nice to her and her mom that she did what he said.

"What do you want, Grandpa?" she asked as she sat on his right leg.

His hand brushed through her hair as he looked into her eyes. "You," he said.

"What do you mean, Grandpa?" she asked.

"I want you for my real pet," he said, "a companion to make me happy, a little puppy who wants to please me, who'll do whatever I want." With that said, he placed her hand on his cock.

"Grandpa!" she exclaimed, and tried to pull her hand away.

"Don't tell me you've never felt a cock before, Jenny," he said, and he was right.

She'd touched them before, played with them, even sucked them and had them deep inside her. But this was different.

"I won't say that," she admitted, "but you're my grandfather. This isn't right."

He squeezed her hand to wrap her fingers around his cock, and she could feel it getting hard. He held her tight, and she stopped trying to pull away.

"Look, sweetheart," he said as he started sliding her hand up and down his shaft, "I don't have much, and I'm sharing it with you and your mom. Neither of you can pay me a cent. I think the least you can do is make a nice old man like me happy."

"Just what do you want, Grandpa?" she asked, feeling she should do something to help him. She thought about how lonely he must be since Grandma died, and continued stroking his dick on her own.

"I told you, sweetheart, a real pet, a girl who'll do anything I tell her. I'd like you to be my pet, for playing with and for fucking. I'd like to take any part of you any time I want."

"Take your clothes off right now," he continued, "and sit back down with my cock up your young pussy. And don't tell me you're a virgin."

"I won't tell you that," she said, being honest again, "but I'm not ready to be fucked by my Grandfather. I'll have to think about it."

"For now, though," she added, "I can do a little bit to help you."

She turned a bit on his lap and picked up his hand. She slipped it inside her blouse so he could play with her tits. Then she started pumping his cock. "It's little enough," she thought," I've done it just for a date, and he's given us more than that."

"That's real nice, my little pet," he said as a stream of cum shot out of his cock, "you're a good girl." He took his hand from her breast and stroked her hair as he spoke.

"But I want it all. You can think about it until tonight. But if you don't come into my bed by nine, I'll have to consider whether I really can afford to put you and your mom up. Now, give me a real kiss and finish cleaning up."

Jenny leaned over to him and brought her lips to his and gave him just the kind of kiss she knew he wanted. "I'll let you know by nine," she said as she went back to her chores.

The rest of the day was uneventful, and Jenny sat down to talk to her mother after dinner. She wanted her mother's help to make her decision, but she didn't want to be too explicit, not knowing how her mother would take it.

"Well," Sally said, "Grandpa has been nice to us; I guess it would be ok for you to be nice to him."

Jenny wasn't sure her mom had really understood, so she tried again. "But he wants me to do things that people think are wrong," she explained.

"People think lots of things, Jenny," her mom advised, "as long as it doesn't hurt anybody, who are they to judge."

Jenny still thought her mother really wasn't getting the message, but Sally knew just what Jenny was talking about. The girl didn't know that the falling-out between Sally and her father was over Jenny, that when Jenny was younger, Grandpa had asked Sally to give her to him and she refused. Now she was forced to ask her father for help and she had to make a deal. She agreed that her dad could have Jenny now that she was an adult, but he'd have to get her himself. Sally agreed only not to interfere.

Now Jenny tried to get serious. "But Mom," she said earnestly, "Grandpa wants to fuck me. That's not ok, is it?"

Sally continued to play dumb. "Now I'm sure Grandpa wouldn't do anything to hurt you, sweetheart," she said, "we both should be as nice as we can to him, you know."

Jenny started to say "I didn't mean 'fuck' that way, mom..." but never finished it, just saying "Oh, forget it, thanks anyway."

"Just remember, Jenny," her mother said smiling, "you're an adult now, you have to make your own decisions."

Sally retired to her room just before 8:30 to watch her shows on the little tv her father had installed for her.

As for Jennifer, she sat in thought for a few moments in the living room, and then stood up. She stripped off her clothes, gathered them up, and went to her Grandpa's bedroom door. It was open, with just a dim, red light affording any vision. She walked in, dropped her clothes on the floor and made her way to the bedside. Her grandpa was on his back, his head resting on his palms, and naked as usual.

"I'm here, Grandpa," she said sweetly, but with a touch of reluctance in her voice.

She bent over, then, and lifted the old man's dick in her hands. Her lips found its head and she kissed it warmly before opening her mouth to draw it in. Up and down she sucked over him, pressing her tongue against his shaft as his cock went in, and twirling around his glans as she came up.

"It's no worse than those guys I dated, just bigger," she said to herself, "besides, listen to him sigh and moan. This really feels good to him."

His hand stroked her hair as she sucked him, and he whispered "That's a good girl," again and again.

He moaned deeply, all of a sudden, and his hand forced her head down on his cock, all the way down until his root was in her lips and his head deep in her throat. She began to gag, but he held her there as his hips pumped up and down, driving him deeply into her mouth over and over. Just as she felt she'd pass out or hurl or both, he pulled her head up by the hair and let her get a breath.

"Climb on top now, pet," he ordered, "slide your pussy over my cock."

Jenny did as she was told, and found herself so wet he did slide right in.

"All the way down, girl," he demanded, and pushed on her hips to ram as much cock inside her as he could.

"Now bend forward," was his next command, "let your tits hang down for me."

Jenny did, and held herself just right so he could play with her breasts any way he wanted to. And he did, pulling and twisting them as much as massaging them, even twisting and stretching her nipples. He was rougher with her tits than the boys had been, but she accepted it because it pleased him. She tried to focus only on the feel of his dick inside her, filling her up and stroking her as he stroked himself by pumping his hips, and it began to feel a little bit nice to her.

Suddenly, again, he changed. His hands clasped around her waist, and he flipped them both over with an agility she found surprising in an old man. Now he had her beneath him, and he drove his cock hard and fast into her pussy, stretching it up into her belly. His hands slid down her legs and grasped her ankles, and he lifted her legs high up and pushed them forward until he pinned an ankle to either side of her head.

Her legs were strained as he did push-ups on her, and his cock rubbed hard against the roof of her vagina, massaging her little sweet spot. Her pussy started trembling and her body tautened as if she would cum in an instant, and he noticed it. His next push up pulled his cock from inside her, leaving her trembling in frustration.

"This one's just for my pleasure, pet," he said, and he drove his cock down again, this time against her ass.

Her pucker closed tight, resisting the intrusion, but he pushed harder until her hole yielded, stretching to let the whole thickness of his glans burst into her. She squealed in pain as his shaft forced its way through her tight hole, and she whispered through clenched teeth, "it hurts Grandpa, it hurts."

"Haven't you been fucked in the ass before, Jenny?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered, "Yes, but they weren't as big as yours."

Grandpa smiled as he slipped his cock out of her. "Yeah, girl," he said, "you feel nice and tight, I like that. I'm going back in, honey."

"Yes, Grandpa," she said, and she clenched her teeth tighter to withstand the assault.

He groaned in sort of pained pleasure himself as he rammed his dick back into her and heard her muffle a cry of pain. Then he pulled out again, with the two of them gasping at the sudden outward bursting of her strained hole. In again and out again, he went to enjoy the pleasure of forcing her tight ring and hearing her quiet sobs.

"Not much longer now, pet," he whispered as he made shallow, rapid, deep thrusts, pressing up into her belly.

"Y-y-yes, grandpa," she stammered as she wrapped her arms around him for support.

He came then, erupting far in her belly, filling her with his semen, and as his orgasm subsided, he slowly released her legs and slid his cock out of her ass as gently as he could. It was still tight, though, and he wasn't completely flaccid; both of them were startled by the explosive expulsion of his organ through her ring.

He leaned over, breathing heavily, and kissed Jenny on the head. "That was very nice, pet, just what I was talking about."

He rolled over next to her. "Feel ok?" he asked.

"Yes, Grandpa," she replied, "Ok. I hope I made you feel good."

"Oh you did, sweetheart," he said emphatically, "I haven't felt this good in a long time."

"We can stay, then?" she asked anxiously, laying her hand on his limp cock and rubbing it gently without being asked.

He nodded, and she sat up, taking his cock and kissing it. "Thank you" she said, and her hand began massaging his balls.

"Any thing else I can do for you, Grandpa?" she asked.

"Yes, honey. I'd like to take you shopping tomorrow. If you're going to be my pet, I'd like you to have some new clothes."


Jen slept in her grandpa's bed that night, but it wasn't a comfortable sleep. He slept, for sure, but even in his sleep his hands pawed at her, groping her tits and poking at her pussy. And that just added to the worries that disturbed her rest. She wondered what she had gotten into and whether it was worth it. She had always liked her grandpa, the way he treated her so nicely, and now she felt a bit sorry for him, and that all made giving him her body easier. But, she thought, if he was so nice, why would he threaten to throw her and her mom out if she didn't give herself to him. They had no place to go to, she knew, and so she decided she had to let him have what he wanted until they could make it on their own.

Morning came, and at breakfast Grandpa announced that he was taking Jenny shopping for clothes.

"That's nice of you, Dad," Sally said, and then turned to her daughter.

"Jenny, you be sure to get things that Grandpa likes," she said, "and don't pick expensive things either."

Out to the car, then, and off to the mall, where Grandpa let Jenny pick the stores to shop in. She picked outfits to try on that she thought looked nice, and then came out of the dressing room to model them for her grandfather. He had said she could buy three outfits, and by lunchtime she had them, nice clothes that grandpa said looked good on her. She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, though she knew he'd prefer more; after all they were in a public place. They grabbed a quick lunch at the food court and returned to the car.

As they drove, grandpa said, "one more place for clothes, Jenny, special ones I'd like you to wear for me."

Jennifer grew a bit apprehensive, and her fears were confirmed when they pulled up in front of a boutique with half-naked mannequins dressed in rubber and leather in the window.

"No, Grandpa," Jenny protested, "those things are for sluts and worse. I don't want to wear them."

"I don't care if you want to," he snapped, "I want you to. You're my pet, and you'll wear what I tell you."

"No, Grandpa, please," she pleaded.

"Ok," he told her, "then get out of the car and walk the ten miles back to the house, if you can find your way. Or give some stranger a blow job for directions and a ride. Either way, you'll find your stuff on the street when you get there."

"That's not nice," she protested, "I thought you were going to be nice to me."

"Sure," he answered, "as long as you're a well-behaved pet. Now make up your mind."

"Let's go in," Jenny said with sad resignation, "I'll wear what you want."

A middle-aged woman in a red latex sheath dress greeted them, and grandpa told her what he was looking for. The woman selected some outfits in Jenny's size and led her to the dressing room.

"That looks wonderful on you," she said as she helped Jenny get the zipper down the front of a skin-tight black latex dress.

Well, sort of a dress. There were cut-outs for breasts, and Jenny's were squeezed thought the holes and pushed up and out by the tight ring of rubber.

"Put on these black stilettos," she said, "and we'll go show your master how you look."

"Master?" Jenny questioned in her mind. "It must be because I'm his pet. I guess they know about it."

Jennifer blushed a bright red when she stepped out to show her grandpa the outfit. There were other people in the store now, and they all were looking at her.

"Doesn't she look good, sir," the clerk said to Jenny's grandfather, "just see how it emphasizes her perky young tits." The woman reached from behind and cupped Jenny's breasts in her hands to model it for the old man.

"She sure does," answered grandpa, and then he turned to another, younger, man in the boutique. "What do you think?" he asked the stranger as he took his granddaughter's breasts from the clerk and into his own hands.

The other man commented favorably, and grandpa added, "Check out the feel too. I think it's good, but I'd like another opinion.

Jenny was appalled, but a glance from her grandpa told her she'd best not complain. She stood there, then, as the stranger grasped her breasts, squeezing and pulling and twisting them.

"She's got real nice tits in or out of the dress," said the man, "but I do think the dress enhances them."

"Thanks for your opinion," said grandpa, and, turning to the clerk, declared "we'll take it."

And so it went for a few more outfits, with grandpa finally deciding on just one more, a silk lingerie set in red, with matching high-heeled slippers.

"One last thing, pet," he said to Jenny, and he led her to a wall of leather goods.

"A proper pet needs a collar, you know," he explained, and added, "you can pick your own."

Jenny looked at the display on the wall and wanted to run screaming from the store. She didn't really think of herself as his pet in that way.

Grandpa responded to her hesitation, whispering in her ear, "with a collar, you won't have to walk home."

Jenny swallowed what little pride she had left and picked a black patent leather one studded with rhinestones. The clerk fitted it snugly around Jenny's neck and took her to a mirror to see it.

"It's not too bad, I guess," she thought as she looked at herself, "it's something like a choker necklace anyway."

She came back to show it to grandpa, and he approved. "Need a leash, too," he said, and picked a matching one from the wall.

Over to the counter then, and everything was packed and paid for, except the collar. Grandpa had Jenny keep it on.

"That was embarrassing, Grandpa," she complained as they got in the car.

"You can still walk, if you want to," he snapped at her, and she just sat quietly as they began the ride back home.

They joined the highway just behind an18-wheeler, and Sam soon pulled out to pass the truck. As they pulled up alongside the tractor, the driver had his eye on Jenny and his foot on the pedal. There was no way he was going to let them pass until he'd seen enough of the girl.

"Looks like the old man likes you, Pet," Grandpa observed.

"Yes, it does," replied Jenny, a bit amused at the gray-haired driver's interest in her.

"Why don't you give him a little treat, Honey?" Grandpa suggested.

"What do you mean?" Jenny replied.

"Flash him some boob," Grandpa suggested. "I'm sure he'd like a look at those perky young tits," he added, echoing the sales clerk's comments.

Jenny hesitated for a moment, but then quickly unbuttoned her blouse. "I guess it wouldn't hurt," she thought to herself, "and it might be fun."

She turned towards the trucker, and he sounded his approval and gratitude with along blast on his horn.

"Seems he does like it," said Jenny to her grandfather, and she threw her shoulders back to show a bit more.

Another long blast of the horn met that display, and Sam told Jenny to hold them up and play with them for the old guy.

"Grandpa!" Jenny exclaimed, "No!"

"Go ahead, Pet," Sam said, "make the old man happy."

Jenny complied, and earned an extended sounding of the diesel's horn. She couldn't help but laugh a little over the driver's enthusiasm, and treated him to some more boob play.

Just then, Sam accelerated and pulled in front of the truck.

"We don't want to cause an accident, now," he said as he flashed the hazard lights three times.

They were coming up to a parking area, then, and Sam signalled to exit. As they slowed on the ramp, Jenny looked in the side mirror and saw the truck was following them.

"Grandpa," she asked apprehensively, "what are you doing?"

"No big thing," he said as he came to a stop in the vacant parking area, "just get out and do what I tell you."

Jenny did as she was told, and hoped that Sam wouldn't demand too much of her. The truck came to a halt behind them, and the trucker hopped down from his cab to meet the two of them on the hidden side of the truck.

"Hi," said Grandpa, "I'm Sam, and this is my Pet, Jenny."

"Pleased to meet you both," said the driver, "I'm Jake."

"Well, Jake," Grandpa said, "I thought you might like a good look at Jenny's tits without risking an accident."

"I sure would, Sam," he responded, smiling as he leered at Jenny's cleavage in her unbuttoned blouse.

"Give him a good look, girl," ordered Grandpa, and Jenny pulled her blouse open so Jake could ogle as much as he wanted.

"They're just beautiful, Jenny," said Jake, adding, "thanks Sam, I really appreciate that."

"Why don't you get yourself a good feel of them, too, Jake," Grandpa suggested.

"Can I?" the driver asked, smiling at Jenny.

"He's a complete goddamn stranger," Jenny thought to herself, "but I let that guy in the store feel me up and he didn't even ask." She smiled back at Jake and pulled her blouse back while pushing her breasts forward.

"If Grandpa says you can," answered Jenny, and Jake's hands quickly cupped Jenny's breasts.

He squeezed and massaged them as if they were the most precious things he'd ever handled, and it not only felt good to Jenny, but it also made her feel good to make the man so happy. And the man was clearly getting quite aroused.

"We can't have Jake behind the wheel in this state, Pet," Grandpa said, "give him a hand to help him relax."

Jenny knew just what Sam meant, and she slipped her hands down to Jake's bulge, massaging it with one hand while the other lowered his zipper. Jake gasped with pleasure as she reached into his pants and took out his stiffened cock. She began to stroke it rhythmically from root to tip, playing on it with her fingers as her hand slid down and up its length, and Jake's play with her breasts unconsciously fell into the same rhythm. She felt his body tensing, and she quickened her tempo to make him cum. His hands quickened their pace, too, and his rapid twirling and twisting of her nipples had Jenny aroused as well. She was sighing as she felt him go rigid, but still she thought to put her free hand in front of his cock to catch his jism. And there was plenty to catch. Jake came as if he been building it up for months, and it quickly filled her hand and overflowed into the one she was stroking him with. Jake sighed and relaxed as his last spurts dripped into Jenny's hands, and an incredible silly grin came over his face.

"God,' he said, "thank you, thank you." He looked back and forth from Jenny to Sam, not entirely sure of exactly who should be thanked.

He suddenly realized that the girl's hands were full of his cum, and he let go of her breasts to pull a red bandana from his pocket. He took Jenny's hands gently in his, and began to wipe her off with his big handkerchief. When he was satisfied that she was clean, he wiped his softening organ and folded the bandana in on itself before stuffing it back in his pocket.

"Thank you," said Jenny to Jake as she smiled appreciatively at him, "it was nice of you to clean up." She thought to herself that Grandpa had been nice about it as well. She had expected worse, but he had said it would be nothing big, and he kept to his word. "Besides," she thought, "it felt pretty good."

"Give Jake a nice kiss goodbye, Pet," Sam instructed, and Jenny put her arms around Jake's neck and stood up on her toes to give him a sweet kiss on the lips. "Goodbye, Jake," she offered as she finished the kiss.

"Time to go, Pet," Sam announced; "nice to meet you, Jake."

"The pleasure was mine," laughed Jake as he returned to the cab.

Back in the car, back on the road, and soon they were home. Sally had finished the day's housework and was sitting with a cup of tea when they arrived.

"Nice choker," her mom said cheerfully when she saw the collar, "are you going to show me your other things?"

"Sure, Mom, in a bit," she replied, and wondered if her mother knew what the choker really was and what she'd think if she saw her daughter in all of the new outfits.


Jenny did model the outfits for her mom. Well the three from the mall, anyway. Her mom complimented her on her taste and then headed to her room for a nap.

"Time to model for me, pet," her grandfather said as soon as her mom was in her bedroom. "Put on the red one."

Jenny had hoped for some time for herself, some time to enjoy her new clothes, but she knew she had to do what grandpa wanted. "OK," she said reluctantly.

"And strut like you're on the catwalk when you come out," he said as his pet went to her bedroom.

Jenny came out strutting as best she could, shifting her hips from side to side like a fashion model, and swinging the peignoir open to show the lace panties, bra, and garter belt she wore.

"Nice," grandpa said, "now turn around a few times, and then slide the gown off your shoulders for me."

Jenny complied, and grandpa began again. "Now bend over towards me so I can see how your tits hang in the cups."

"Very sweet," he said, whistling obscenely through his teeth, "now shake them."

His pet did as she was ordered, but she felt humiliated, like she was some kind of slut who had to... "I guess that's what I am anyway," she thought to herself.

"Come here, pet," he ordered, and she started to stand upright.

"No, stay bent over, just shuffle your way to my chair."

Jenny shuffled, realizing he wanted her breasts to continue to jiggle as she went to him. She stopped at his knees and stayed bent.

"Hands behind your back, girl," he said, "let's see how hard your mouth can get me by itself."

She took a deep breath of resignation and brought her lips to the tip of his flaccid cock. How was she to get it in her mouth if it was just lying there, she wondered. She kissed it a few times, and then began to lick it. It perked up a bit with each stroke of her tongue, and when she could get the head between her lips, she sucked it into her mouth.

She sucked hard, and the old man's cock stiffened more and more.

"That's a good girl," he said patting her head as her lips slid up and down his shaft.

He was as stiff as a teenager now, and he ordered her to stand up and turn around.

"Pull your panties to the side and slide onto my dick, pet," he told her.

Her hole was dry, but his cock was wet enough that it slipped in pretty easily. She was just about sitting on his lap when he said, "I didn't let you cum last night, but now you can. Ride my cock until you get yourself off."

Jenny was appalled. Yes, he had gotten her aroused last night, almost to an orgasm, but she hadn't wanted it anyway. Now he was making her fuck herself with his cock. It was humiliating.

"I don't know if I can do that, Grandpa," she said.

"I didn't ask if you could, girl," he replied, "I just said to get yourself off on my cock. Now do it!" He smacked her hard on the ass. "Right now!"

Jenny started rocking back and forth and sliding up and down over his cock while thinking of the nice sex she'd always wanted to have.

"It's just like masturbating," she told herself, and tried ignoring that it was her grandpa's cock she was using to cum.

It worked, and soon she was breathing heavily as she bounced up and down faster and faster. Her grandpa's cock was pretty big to begin with, but it grew thicker and longer with excitement at her arousal. And she wanted it big and long, driving herself down harder in his lap with every bounce and rising until it was nearly out of her pussy when she slid up. Finally she froze, pressed down right over his root, and arched her back in a convulsive spasm that spread right into the depths of her pussy. Her sheath contracted in waves over her grandfather's dick, and he came along with her, spewing jet after jet of jism into her, filling her hole and then overfilling it.

Jenny trembled and then slowly relaxed, and the thought ran through her mind that this was the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. Another thought sent a wave of revulsion over her: the orgasm was not only from an old man's dick; it was from her own grandfather's.

"Good girl," he said as he finished cumming, "that's a very good girl."

He stroked her back as she relaxed, and, when their orgasms had subsided, he told her to stand up. As she rose, he thrust his hand between her legs and held it palm up under her hole.

"Squeeze it out," he ordered.

She was still light-headed from her orgasm, and didn't hesitate. His hand was overflowing with the semen she had forced from her vagina.

"Turn around," he said, and she did.

He savored the half-closed dreamy look on her face for a moment, and then added his handful of cum to the thick coat that already covered his dick.

"Lick and suck me clean, girl," he commanded.

She knew she should feel humiliated, but she hadn't the will to take offense. All she could think of was the orgasm she had taken from her grandfather's dick. She bent over again, and took his half-stiff cock in her mouth, slowly cleaning it and swallowing all the semen on it. There was more to take care of though, and her tongue lapped at his pubic hair and down his balls until there wasn't a drop of jism left.

"Good girl!" he announced approvingly, "sit on Grandpa's lap now."

She sat and he stroked her hair and skin as he told her how good she had been.

"And tomorrow night you'll be a good little pet too," he said as he poked a finger into her anus, "I've got a few old friends coming over for poker night, and you can serve refreshments."

"Yes, Grandpa," she said absently as she thought about what a slut she was becoming and about that orgasm she just had, "I know how to mix drinks."


She sat dreamily on his lap for a while, feeling a bit like a little girl again, until the sounds of her mother rustling about in her bedroom brought Jenny back to reality.

"Shit!" she exclaimed to herself and her grandfather, "I can't let Mom see me like this."

She leapt from his lap and dashed into her room just as her mother came into the livingroom. She quickly stripped off the lingerie and stuffed it in a drawer in case her mom came in. On with her robe, and she came out to announce she was going to take a shower. After Jenny had gone, Sally looked at her grandfather with a sad and somewhat accusing eye. The afternoon and evening passed uneventfully, however, and even at bedtime, grandpa made no further demands on Jenny.

"Good night, pet," he said as she kissed him on the cheek, "see you in the morning."

At breakfast, the old man addressed his daughter.

"You've been working pretty hard, Sally," he said, "why don't you go out tonight and relax."

"I've got some old friends coming over for poker," he continued, "and I'm sure Jenny's a big enough girl to help with the drinks and the clean-up."

He ended up handing Sally a bill. "Here's a twenty; take yourself to a movie and have a coffee afterwards. We'll see you about midnight."

"Thanks a lot Dad," Sally replied, "but couldn't Jenny come with me?"

"I need someone here to help, honey," he explained, "maybe some other time you can have a Mother and Daughter night out."

"Are you sure it's ok with you, Jenny?" she asked her daughter. "I can stay if you need me to."

Jenny knew what she should say. "No, Mom, that's fine with me. You deserve a night out and I can help Grandpa. We'll go together another time."

As dinner time came, Jenny wondered if her mother knew what she was leaving her daughter to, and then she realized she didn't even know what to expect herself. Except that it would be repulsive. That she could be sure of. She imagined her grandfather parading his pet around on a leash to show off for his wrinkled pals. She didn't want to think of what else he might do with her to impress the old lechers.

She helped her mom with after dinner clean-up and chatted idly with her as she dressed to go out. "Have a good time, Mom," she called as her mother got into the car, "don't worry about me. I'll be fine."

She helped her grandfather set up for the card game, and then he told her to go change for the evening.

"The black latex, pet," he said, "and don't forget your collar."

Jenny went to her room and undressed. She dashed some perfumed talc into the dress; the lady in the boutique said it would make it easier to put on and would make her smell nice for her master. Still she had to wiggle and squirm to get it on. Then there was the zipper.

It zipped down from her waist to the hem just about a third of the way down her thighs. It made the dress so tight she could hardly walk in it, but she figured that was the idea anyway. She could only get the zipper down to within two inches of the hem, so she put on her collar and went to her grandpa for help.

The old man was happy to zip it down the rest of the way, and had her walk around for him. It was, of course, more of a shuffle in the high heels, with the rubber so tight around her upper thighs that she could barely move her legs. It made her shift from side to side as she walked, too, and that made her breasts bounce and wiggle.

"Perfect!" her grandfather declared, "you look great, Jenny. You really have fantastic legs and marvelous tits."

He motioned for her to come to him, and he played with her tits while he gave her instructions for the night.

"I want you to make me proud tonight, pet," he said, "I want you to do whatever I say without question. Without any hesitation. And remember, if you don't, if you embarrass me in any way, you won't just find yourself thrown out in the street. You just may find I given you to somebody else, somebody not so nice as me."

He paused for his message to sink in, and the silence was broken by the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway.

"Get in my bedroom now, girl," he told her, "I'll come when I want you."

Grandpa greeted his poker buddies at the door, and when the four of them were seated at the card table, he announced that he had a new pet he wanted them to see. He headed into his bedroom and hooked the leash to Jenny's collar.

"Now, girl," he said, "remember, you do everything I tell you to."

"Yes, Grandpa," she replied.

"Down on all fours," he ordered, "I'm going to take you out to meet my friends."

Jenny got down on her hands and knees and let her grandpa lead her out into the living room.

"God, this is humiliating," she thought as she glanced up and saw four old men sitting around the table gawking at her, but she continued crawling as her grandfather had ordered.

"Wow, Sam," said one of the men, "that is some fine little pet you've got yourself!" The other three men added their approval to his.

"Thanks, John," said grandpa as he led Jenny around the table for his friends to get a better look, "I'm glad you all like her. Her name's Jenny."

He leaned over then, and patted his granddaughter's head, saying, "Good, girl. Now stand up so my buddies can get a really good look at you."

"She's got a real pretty face, Sam," another man commented, "and great tits, too."

Jenny was beginning to feel a bit of revulsion at being treated like an animal by these wrinkled old lechers. Her grandfather sensed it, and tugged a bit on her leash.

"You're right about that, Bob," Sam responded, "and she's well-trained and eager to please, too. Just watch how she smiles when you squeeze her tits, guys."

He gave a yank on the leash and brought Jenny around the table again, pausing so each man could get a good feel of her breasts. The groping only added to her revulsion, but still she smiled sweetly at each man as he felt her up.

Jenny's going to be serving us tonight, boys," he announced as he unhooked her leash, "give her your drink orders."

Two of the men asked for rye and ginger, one for a beer, and one for plain ginger ale. "I'm the designated driver," he said, smiling at the girl. Her Grandpa ordered his usual glass of scotch. Jenny brought all the drinks and then stood next to her grandpa.

"Let's have a bit of entertainment before we start the game, boys," Sam suggested, "you really should see how my new pet cums. Move your chairs closer together for now."

As his buddies shifted their seats opposite him, Sam turned to his granddaughter. "Lay on the table and masturbate, honey," he told her, "let them get a good look at how nicely you cum."

Jenny hesitated a second, and her grandfather doubled up the leash and snapped it across her ass. "Up, girl," he snapped, "Now!"

Jenny climbed up on the table and laid back with her legs towards the four men. She slowly pulled the zipper up and spread her legs as the latex dress loosened around her. She winced as the lechers whistled and commented on her pussy, but she began to play with herself in spite of it.

"I'll just lay back and close my eyes and ignore them," she thought to her self, "I'll just pretend I'm alone in my bedroom, and it won't be so embarrassing."

She slid her middle finger between her labia and started rubbing up and down to get herself wet. The men expressed their approval and encouraged her to do more. She still tried to ignore them as she played with herself, but it was hard to tune them out.

She slipped another finger in and spread her lips wide.

"Holy shit!" cried one of the men, "just look how wet her pretty pink slit is!"

She spread her lips higher and let her clitoris pop out from its hood.

A chorus of cheers went up as she started stroking her clit with her fingers. Jenny was becoming pretty aroused herself now, and breathing heavily as she slipped her middle finger into her hole and started teasing her g-spot.

She began to sigh, and her hips began to pump up in the air with each probe of her finger. A wave of disgust swept over her, but it was soon lost in heat of her arousal. She added another finger, and that brought her past the point of reason and reflection. She was completely given to her impending orgasm when her grandfather lifted her shoulders and propped her up against his arms.

"Show them your face, too, honey," he whispered in her ear, "you look so hot when you're cumming."

"Yes, grandpa," she breathed back to him, and she looked at the men looking at her.

"They look like they're cumming, too," she thought, "they can't take their eyes off me."

Her grandpa whispered to her again, "all your fingers, pet, get them all in there."

Jenny complied, so far along in her masturbation that she couldn't refuse anything, and stuffed four fingers and her thumb as deep into herself as she could while the heel of her hand ground at her clit. She moaned with pleasure as the four men gasped.

"Now your other hand, girl," he quietly ordered, "slide it under your leg and stick a finger in your ass."

She sighed a dreamy "yes, grandpa," as she followed his order. It was the first time she had done anything like that, and her body twitched as her middle finger poked into her tight little hole.

It felt strange to her , but pleasant, and she started pushing it in and out in time to her other hand's pussy play. She could feel her orgasm building up, and she pumped faster and faster with both hands until her whole body stiffened and arched.

And she came. She came in a way she had never before. Her body trembled and quivered and convulsed in pleasures that she hadn't felt before. As she settled back down on the table, she looked at her grandfather's friends and smiled. They all had looks of wonder and delight on their faces as if they were the ones who had cum, and Jenny felt that she must have the same look on hers.

"That felt wonderful," Jenny thought to herself, and considered whether it was due to having four fingers in her pussy, a finger in her ass, or being watched while she did it. "Maybe it was all of that," she concluded.

Her grandfather told her she could get up, and she did, taking her place next to him again, but feeling a little weak in the knees. She thought she should feel bad about being such a slut, but she had such a great orgasm and the men seemed so pleased, that she dismissed the thought. "I'll do what I have to do," she decided, "and enjoy it whenever I can."

"Shuffle this deck, pet," he grandfather told her, "and then deal a card to each of my friends. Oh, and pull your zipper down again."

As she dealt the cards, she noticed that some of the men had finished their drinks. It was her job to serve, so she shuffled off for refills while her grandfather spoke to his buddies. When she returned, he addressed her.

"Ok, pet," he said, "after every two hands, one of my buds gets to play with you. You have to do whatever he wants. Understand?"

"Yes, Grandpa," she answered meekly.

"Now, gentlemen," he said, turning to his cronies," your cards will determine the order in which you get to play with my new pet. Turn them over."

After the cards had been flipped, he confirmed the results. "Ok, Bob, you have an ace; you're first. Jimmy, that ten gets you second place. John, your nine is good for third. And Hal, your trey gets you last licks."

They all laughed at the implication of Sam's comment, and Jenny stood by her grandpa's side, wondering what game Bob would want to play.


Sam dealt first, and John won the pot, with everybody folding. John had the next deal, and everybody was in. The hand lasted quite a while, with raising, but in the end Bob took the pot. Seeing as he was to be the first to get Jenny, everybody else wondered how he managed to keep his mind on the game.

"Looks like you're a double winner, Bob," Sam said, "you've taken a big pot and get to play with my pet."

He turned to Jenny, saying, "you're Bob's now to do what ever he wants until he's finished."

Bob stood up, and Jenny could see he was tall, over six feet and wiry. He stepped over to as he said "pick up your drinks, fellas."

As soon as all drinks were up, he wrapped his hands around Jenny's waist, lifted her up in the air, and dropped her down on her back on top of the felt-covered card table. Her head was towards his seat, and he pulled her that way until her shoulders were at the table's edge. As she lay there, her head hanging over the edge, he dropped his pants and boxers and showed her what was probably the longest dick she'd ever seen.

It was a bit odd to her, the first time she'd looked at a guy upside down, but the length was clear. He was stiff as a tree branch, and must have been nearly a foot long. But thin. So thin, Jenny figured she'd be able to touch her finger to her thumb around his shaft without stretching at all. He stepped up to the table as she was thinking about his dimensions, and he started gently massaging her tits.

"Mmmm, that feels nice," Jenny thought, and then he gripped her nipples tightly and yanked them up so hard she squealed in pain and surprise.

Almost squealed, that is. Her mouth had barely opened to let out her little screech when he rammed his cock between her lips and far into her throat. She started to choke, and he withdrew a bit, but drove back in as soon as she got her breath. He kept pulling her nipples until her tits were stretched and aching, and thrust his cock in and out of her throat, forcing it a little deeper with each stroke.

That first jolt of pain she felt shot right to her pussy and started her dripping; the aching kept her juices flowing. The depth and vigor of his face-fucking added to it, and had Jenny just about at the point of another orgasm. He released her nipples and began massaging her gently once more, and she relaxed enough to allow the whole length of his cock into her throat and mouth. She heard him moan with pleasure as his root pressed against her lips.

He leaned forward as he kept on fucking her mouth, and slid his hands over her latex-clad hips. He slid back up, then, pulling the zipper until her legs were free again. Back down, and this time his hands spread her legs wide in front of her grandfather's eyes. His hands slid up her thighs until they rested on her pussy, and he slipped a finger from each hand into her hole. Jenny's felt herself sigh, but his cock blocked any sound from coming out of her mouth.

Bob pulled his fingers to open one side and the other, spreading her hole wide open for Sam to enjoy seeing while Bob had the pleasure of Jenny's throat. His fingers deftly twirled inside her, then, finding that spot that got her off so well, and massaging it roughly. Jenny body melted into one big silent moan of pleasure as she felt herself cumming again. Bob held his cock in place inside her as she came, and her mouth and tongue twitched and jumped wildly over his stiff pole. He came too, with her writhings, and spewed his cum right down her gullet. He thrust a few more times to make sure he was drained, and then withdrew his cock and his fingers from Jenny's orifices.

"A real sweet pet, Sam," he said as he pulled his pants back up.

He lifted Jenny up and stood her up again. She wobbled a bit, unsteady on her feet, and he held her by the shoulders a minute to keep her from falling over. Sure she could stand, then, Bob told her she was a good girl, and kissed her on the lips before he sat down.


Jenny refreshed everyone's drinks as soon as she regained her strength, and stood there while the poker game went on. Grandpa didn't tell her to rezip her dress, and she left it open to feel a bit steadier on her feet. She watched the men play their game; they were just like the old men she used to see playing cards in the park, all wrinkled and decrepit looking. She thought those men were long past sex, and that they just ogled girls out of habit, but these retired lechers seemed full of vigor. Her grandfather had given her a couple of good runs, and Bob, now, had manhandled her to an orgasm, and he was still ready to play cards.

"And that was some dick he had," she thought to herself, "so long it went right down my throat. I wonder what the other guys' cocks are like?"

"I'll call," she heard her grandpa say, and the men still in the hand laid down their cards. Her heart fluttered a bit; this was the second hand, and when the pot was raked in, it would be time for her to be played with again.

It was Jimmy's turn, she knew, and she had been watching him, trying to guess what his game might be. She had trouble reading him; he hardly looked at her while he played, while the other men, Grandpa included, had been ogling her tits and her now-exposed pussy. He had an old, wrinkled leathery look about him, his skin seemed sun-toughened, and his stocky frame still showed muscles.

"Looks like it's all yours, Sam," declared John, and Jenny watched as he raked in a sizeable pot.

"Thank you, boys," said her grandfather before turning to Jimmy.

"What's you're pleasure, Jim?" he asked as he motioned for Jenny to go her next old man.

Jimmy pushed his chair back from the table and said, "Stand in front of me, girl."

Jenny stood facing him as he sat, and he began to give orders.

"Suck on your thumb like a baby," and Jenny did.

"Now play with your tits," was his next command, "bounce them for me."

She cupped her hands under her breasts and began bouncing them up and down while squeezing and twisting them.

"Why ain't you smiling while you play, baby," he said, "don't you like it?"

Jenny blanched for a moment; she had forgotten to keep smiling. She hoped her grandfather wouldn't be angry.

She forced a smile, but then got a bit angry with herself. "This is so demeaning," she thought, "why should I have to please these old bastards."

"Spread your legs and show me your clit."

As she showed him, he undid his zipper and took out his cock. It wasn't small, but it was short and stocky, and its head was round like a ball.

"Bend over and kiss my cock," he ordered, adding, "kiss it hot and hard, like it was your favorite boyfriend."

Jenny bent forward, trying to muster enough feeling to give him a kiss like that. The thought revolted her, but she knew she had to try to make up for not smiling. Her lips pressed on his glans, right on the little hole, and she pursed them, sucking hard through her closed lips, and trying to feel that she loved his cock.

"Not bad," he said as he held her head there a moment. "But not convincing. Now kiss me on the lips like I was your lover boy."

"God," she thought, "he's going to get whatever kind of fuck he wants from a young girl, and still he has to humiliate me."

"What must the other men think?" she asked herself as she stood up.

Again she mustered what she could and leaned to his lips, giving him as deep and warm a lingering kiss as she could. She stood back and smiled. "Was that good, sir?" she asked him.

"Good, but you sounded a bit sarcastic there, baby," he said. "Now turn around!" he barked.

"No!" she thought, "have I really fucked up? What will Grandpa do to me?" She began to tremble as she looked at her grandfather for his reaction.

He looked into her pleading eyes impassively. "Do what you have to do, Jimmy," he said.

Before she knew what was happening, Jimmy's hand was in her hair forcing her face down on to the table. He held her there as he hiked the latex dress up to her waist with his other hand. A pause, and then the flat of his hand came down on her ass like a lightning bolt. She cried out, and another blow fell, and another. One cheek after another was slapped until both were bright red and Jenny's tears were flooding the center of the table. Why didn't the other men stop him, she thought, and she looked at the two she could see. Each was clearly aroused by what was going on. She'd find no help from them.

"Ok baby, now ask me to fuck your ass," he said.

Jenny only sobbed, and his hand came down again and again.

She struggled to speak through her tears, and managed to say, "would you fuck my ass?"

Jimmy paused and said, "You had your chance to ask, baby, Now you'd better beg, and beg nicely."

He began spanking her again, raining new blows on her already reddened and swollen cheeks.

"Please, please, sir," she cried, "please fuck me in the ass. Please fuck me hard!"

"That's more like it," Jimmy said as he stopped slapping her ass.

He kept her face pinned to the table as he held his hard cock to her asshole and shoved. His thrust pinned her legs against the table, and his dick pressed against her until her anal ring couldn't resist. She screamed as the fat ball of his cock burst into her. Her tears flowed again, and he pulled right out of her.

She knew what to expect now; her grandfather had showed her that the first night. Jimmy rammed his cock in again and yanked it out again. She squealed and cried as he did it four more times before keeping it in.

His thrusts stretched her, and that hurt enough, but Jimmy wasn't as long as her grandpa, and that helped a bit. A few more thrusts, and Jimmy tautened. She could feel each spurt of his load as it forced its way up his dick and out his piss-hole into her gut.

He groaned as he pulled his now-tender cock out through her tight ring, but she focused on the release, and was relieved to have him out.

He still held her head, though, and ordered, "now say thank you for fucking my ass."

Jenny screwed up all the strength and will she had and stopped her tears. "Thank you, sir, for fucking my ass so hard," she said, offering more than he asked for.

"You're welcome, baby," he said, and added, "now stand up" as he released her head.

She stood and looked at her grandfather. He was smiling, and so were the other men.

"Sam," Jimmy said, "this is one incredible pet you've got yourself. I never thought she could stand up to that treatment."

Then he patted Jenny on the head and tousled her hair. "You're quite the girl, baby. That was a great ass fuck."

Jenny walked back to her grandfather's side, standing upright and holding her head high in spite of the pain in her ass. She felt strangely proud of herself; it was obviously a test of some sort, a slutty test, perhaps, but still she had done well. Would she get through the next two players, though, she wondered as she refreshed their drinks once more.


The next two hands played out quickly; no one had openers in the first, and the second saw everyone but Jimmy fold after the draw. Jenny worried that she hadn't recovered enough from Jimmy's abuse to face another horny old man, but she dutifully went to John as soon as the pot was cleared from the table.

It may have been revolting and demeaning, but Jennifer felt she had shown them she was strong enough to take what they could dish out. Now she'd show them she could take some initiative.

She looked eagerly at John and asked, "what can I do for you, Sir?" adding, "my body is here for your pleasure."

Her approach was greeted by cries of approval from the other men, and John stood to look into her eyes.

"First," he said, "get out of that dress. I prefer flesh to rubber."

Jenny was happy to comply. She hated the tight latex; it didn't turn her on at all, and she didn't even feel sexy in it. The only thing good about it, she thought, was that it made her grandpa happy to see her in it. She wriggled and squirmed her way out of the dress, much to the delight of the five dirty old men.

She smiled warmly at John's wrinkled face and asked, "what next, Sir?"

She was ready to take anything, even being slapped around, after Jimmy's game, but she was surprised at what John did next.

He put his palm on her cheek and tilted her head back so she was looking up at him. Then he kissed her, his lips firmly on hers, and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He held the kiss as his hands encircled her waist, and he lifted her up to sit her on the edge of the table.

Jenny hadn't expected such a romantic game, nor did she expect such a hot and lingering a kiss from an old lech. She sighed as she sucked on his tongue, twirling hers around his as his twirled around her. As he broke off the kiss, she sighed for him like a teenager in love for the first time.

He took her hands in his, brought them to his lips for a kiss, and then pushed them away so Jenny fell lightly to her back on the table. He knelt between her legs and began kissing the inside of her thighs, one, then the other, gliding his lips higher after each caress.

His mouth was on her pussy next, and his tongue stroked its way between her labia and went up from her hole to her clit and back down again. Jenny moaned softly with the pleasure of his touch, and her moan clearly aroused him. His lips drew her pearl into his mouth and he began sucking on it as if it were a nipple.

And he suckled harder and harder on her, stretching her clit down to its root and caressing it with his tongue until the sighs and cries that flowed from her throat told him she was about to come.

He stopped then, and stood up as her body began to convulse in frustration. She remembered what her grandfather had done the other night, and tried to calm down, knowing it was all about John's pleasure.

He undid his belt and dropped his pants as he stood between her legs, and then slid his hard-on smoothly into Jenny's wet hole. She had just begun to come down from her arousal, and here she was, being aroused all over again. She thought that he wanted her to get aroused and frustrated again, so she let herself get lost in the stroking of his cock inside her.

It felt like a pretty average dick to her, neither small nor large, but she was amazed at what John could do with it. Well, not so much what he could do with it as what he could to her with it. It seemed to find every place in her cunt that felt good and then make it feel ten times as good. Within five minutes, Jenny was in ecstacy, an orgasm no more than one stroke away.

And so he stopped.

"Damn," she thought as her body quivered uncontrollably on the table.

The other men all noticed her physical frustration and laughed while they made rude comments about their "little poker slut."

"Fuck them," she thought as she tried to get control of herself again, "I'll just get myself off when they're gone."

With that thought, John's cock was back in her hungry cunt. He held it still, though, no thrusting, no twisting, just perfectly still. He looked at her a moment as he slid his hands up her hips and onto her chest, cupping a breast in each. A hard squeeze, then, and his fingers closed tightly on her nipples.

Up he pulled, stretching them to their limit and then he pulled up some more. As her body left the table, The pain shot through Jenny, bringing a scream to her lips and a spasm to her pussy. Still he lifted her, and the pain became excruciating. Her scream turned into a series of gasping moans as he pulled until she was sitting upright on the edge of the table, her pussy wrapped around his swollen cock.

The pain in her tits was unbearable, and she locked her legs around him for support, to take up some of the weight that pulled down on her nipples. He responded, moving back from the table, so that only her legs and his fingers held her up. She groaned in pain and pleasure as her weight sagged back down tugging on her aching nipples. Jenny threw her arms around John's neck and hung on him like a lovesick high school girl just to relieve some of the pull.

The pain was turning more and more into pleasure now, and Jenny found herself getting lost in the midst of an imminent orgasm. Nothing he could do now would stop her, and he knew it. He began to lift her up and let her down by the nipples as she clung to him, bouncing her up and down on his dick. He let her fall more with each drop and picked her higher with each lift until she was overcome by the euphoria of a seismic orgasm.

Her body trembled and quivered and convulsed as if she were possessed or crazed. Her mouth uttered profanities and screams of thanks before garbled moans and screams filled the room. And John came wildly inside her, flooding her with hot cum that spewed out of his cock in forceful jets of pleasure.

His breaths grew labored as he lowered her still-convulsing body by her nipples back onto the table and let his dick slide from her hole. He caught his breath and looked at his fellows, saying, "I think we should let her get a little rest before Hal gets her."

She heard all, but didn't care about what Hal might do; she just had an orgasm that she might never get over. A little rest would be welcome.


A break in the game for some necessities, bathroom trips were in order, and Sam let Jenny rest on the table while he got out some snacks for the men. She knew they were looking her over and talking about her, but she didn't really care. There was just one more man to get through, and she'd be through the night. Unless Grandpa wanted something, she thought, after all, he hadn't taken anything from her yet.

"Time to get up, pet," she heard her grandfather say, "the men want to get back to the game."

Jenny slowly arose from the table, feeling somewhat rested, and checked on everyone's drinks. Hal needed his ginger ale refreshed, and she smiled at him, knowing he was the next and the last who'd have her for the game.

Each hand was close, with much betting and raising until the cards were finally called. Hal pushed his chair back as Bob raked in the second pot.

Jenny walked over to him and stood, awaiting his command.

"Bend over towards me, Jenny," he said sweetly.

She leaned forward, expecting him to take her tits, but he surprised her. His hand went to her lips, and his thumb began lightly tracing over them as he spoke.

"You've already been fucked in all your holes, girl," he said, "so I have to wonder what's left for this old lecher."

"Whatever you want of me, Mister Hal," she replied.

"Here you go," laughed Jimmy as he tossed a stiletto to Hal, "now you can make your own hole to fuck."

Hal opened up the blade and ran its needle-sharp tip back and forth over Jenny's tits. "Yeah, maybe some real tittie fucking," he commented.

She blanched, afraid that he might just be ready to cut into her, but he laughed. "No, I wouldn't do that to such a sweet little pet."

"No," he said, "I watched you guys fuck her in the ass, in the mouth, and in the cunt; I want her to do me. A real sweet blow job from a real sweet piece of ass. I think I'll just sit back and let her do the work."

The other four men started laughing. "I'll bet she can't do that," declared Bob.

"I'll bet she can't too," John added.

"Me too," said Jimmy, "she may be sweet, but she can't give Hal a blow job."

Jenny felt humiliated. Sure they had fucked her, but she could give blow jobs. She had before. She'd sucked guys until they just about exploded in her mouth. She could do Hal, she thought, and wondered why they were laughing at her.

"Ok," said Sam, "I think she can do it and do it real good. How much are you willing to bet?"

"Fifty says she can't," declared Jimmy.

"You're on," said Jenny's grandpa.

"I'm in for fifty," said John.

"Ditto," added Bob.

"Not you, Hal," said Sam, "you're part of the game; you can't bet."

"Fine with me," said Hal; "I just want a good blow job."

"Well," thought Jenny, "at least Grandpa has confidence in me. I'll show him what a good cock sucker I can be."

"Ok, girl," said Hal, "unzip me and get started. Let's see what you can do."

Jenny knelt down at Hal's feet as the other four men drew their chairs around for a good look. She slid down his zipper and reached inside for his cock. The men laughed as she found it and let out a gasp of surprise.

Her hand could hardly grasp it as she wrestled it out of his pants. She'd never seen anything this big, not even in a porn movie. It wasn't even stiff, and she couldn't see how it would ever fit in her mouth. It was almost as thick as her fist and nearly ten inches long. Now she understood the laughter and the bets.

She wouldn't let her grandpa down though, and wouldn't want to know what he'd do if she lost him $150 in bets, so she smiled at Hal.

"That's a really big cock, Mister Hal," she said, "but I think I can give you a good blow job."

A chorus of "Ooohs" greeted her announcement, and the men leaned forward in their chairs for a better look.

Jenny took Hal's shaft in both hands and lifted the tip towards her mouth. She leaned forward and pursed her lips for a kiss. Her eyes turned up to meet Hal's as her lips pressed on the tip of his glans. She kissed him warmly as her lips parted to slide down over the top of his cock head. The start was easy; his glans was shaped like a giant mushroom cap, with a narrow dome at the top broadening to an incredibly wide corona.

She bobbed her head as she reached the mid point of his cock's head to force her self down on him in small steps. It didn't help though; each bob aroused him further and engorged his cock with blood. She began lapping her tongue around him to lubricate his cock with her saliva and his precum, and that helped her slide down and down as she stretched her mouth wider and wider. It took over five minutes, but she was finally down at his corona.

He was swollen stiff, now, though, and the flare of his mushroom pressed hard against her lips. Jenny slid her lips back up to his tip, licking him all around as she slid, and then took a deep breath before diving down on him. The strategy worked, and the force of her head going down popped his corona right between her lips and into her mouth.

But her mouth was stuffed like it never had been before, and she still needed to give Hal his blow job. She gulped and forced herself further on him until her lips were half-way down his shaft and his tip stuffed deep into the back of her throat. Not much room for strokes, but she could suck on him and massage him with her tongue.

Jenny smiled to herself as she heard Hal begin to moan and sigh at her touch, and it encouraged her to push her limits. She relaxed her throat as much as she could and forced her lips down further on his shaft. Up again and down again, over and over, trying to go further each time. She gaged on him a couple of times, but the spasms in her throat seemed to excite him more as her gullet tightened on his cock.

She felt his cock quiver and throb inside her mouth, and she knew he was close to cumming. A final drive now, and she managed more than she ever imagined she could do. His massive, engorged cock found it's way deep into her throat, and her lips almost found the root of his dick. As she felt his spasm start, she drew her head up until only his glans was in her mouth. She sucked wildly on it, and he came, spewing what felt to her like gallons of creamy semen into her mouth. His cock had already stuffed her mouth, and there was little room for the flood of cum that flowed from him. She tried to swallow as it filled her, but she couldn't contain it, and small streams of cum began to ooze from between her lips and his cock.

An impulse, engendered by Hal's moans of pleasure, swept over Jenny, and she drove her mouth down over his spasming cock, once again taking the whole of it into her throat. Hal arched in his chair as he erupted anew, shooting a jet of semen right down her gullet. She stroked the underside of his shaft with her tongue, milking out every drop of cum she could before she slowly slid her mouth up over his shaft and popped his corona and head out from between her lips. She gave his tip a big kiss, then, hot and passionate, just the one that Jimmy had ordered, but it went to Hal.

Jenny looked up at Hal and then at the other men who sat to either side watching. She smiled broadly with a few gobs of semen dripping from her lips, and said, "Is that what you boys said I couldn't do?"

Jimmy answered for those who had bet against her. "I should give you another spanking for that sass, Baby," he said, "but, holy shit! You are one goddamn good slut!"

He turned to Sam. "Here's your fifty. I guess you do know what your pet can do."

"Thank you boys," said Sam as he collected the rest of the debts.

Hal, in the meantime, had done up his pants and fixed a drink for Jenny.

"Here's one for you, girl," he said, "you've really earned a treat."

"Thank you, Mister Hal," she said as she took the glass.

She wiped the cum from her chin with her index finger and stirred it into her drink. She looked around to make sure everyone was watching, and then dramatically downed the contents of her glass. She bowed her head to acknowledge the round of applause and cheers that followed.


"I guess we can call it a night," said Sam, looking at his watch. He whispered something to his pet, and she went to stand by the door.

"And a great night it was," declared John, "thank you so much, Sam."

Bob, Jimmy, and Hal all joined in offering thanks, and the hope that there'd be many more poker nights.

Jenny opened the door for them and, as her grandfather had instructed her, she gave each a goodnight kiss, on the lips with open mouth and a brush of her tongue. John was first, and as he kissed her, he grabbed a tit with one hand and her pussy with the other. She felt his middle finger slip inside her, and when he pulled it out, she felt odd, as if he'd left something behind. Bob was next, and he did the same. By the time Hal and Jimmy had gone and she'd closed the door, her pussy felt downright stuffed.

"That's a real puzzled look on your face, pet," Sam said as she turned towards him, "maybe you should check it out."

Jenny turned a bit away from her grandfather and poked her own finger in her pussy. Something was there, and she managed to catch it with her fingers and pull it out. It turned out to be a crumpled, and slightly wet, twenty-dollar bill. She went fishing in her cunt again, and ended up with three more twenties.

"Just a little tip from the boys to show their appreciation for a job well-done," he said to her, adding, "and you did do a very good job."

He handed her a fifty. "This is yours for winning the bet for me, honey," he said, "you can spend the cash on yourself anyway you want."

"Thanks, grandpa," she said as she neatened the bills and rolled them all together. "I'd better get everything cleaned up before Mom gets home."

"I'll give you a hand," her grandfather said, giving her still-red ass a squeeze.

With everything cleaned and put away, Sam went off to bed while Jenny headed to the shower.

The warm water was refreshing, and she washed off, and out, the accumulated jism of the evening. Her ass was still sore, both hole and cheeks, and she sponged herself very gingerly. As she showered, she reflected on the evening, and had some serious questions for herself.

She was worried about her grandpa's reaction, after all, he hadn't done anything to her at all. Was he angry at her? Didn't he want her anymore, that he was just giving her away to others? Was she too much of the slut for him?

That last question struck a nerve in Jenny's self image. She had never wanted to be a slut; it was her grandpa who made her do it, she felt. "But," she said to herself, "I did do it. I could have left, but I did what he wanted me to. And tonight, I did even more. I wanted to show those men how slutty I could be. I wanted to hear them want me. Christ, I even made a show of drinking cum to impress them. Am I really nothing but a filthy slut? I didn't even think twice about them shoving money up my hole. And they're all old and wrinkled. I never wanted to give myself to a dirty old man. But I never knew old men could fuck like that..."

Her questions were still unanswered when she finished her shower and her mother came home from the movies.

"Hi, Mom!" Jenny said cheerfully, "How was the movie."

"Very good, a real chick flick," Sally responded, "and I met a guy there. A single guy. At a chick flick, no doubt."

"That's great, Mom," Jenny offered, "and...?"

"I'm going to see him again next week," Sally said, "that is, if you don't mind."

"I wouldn't mind, Mom," she said, "you deserve a bit of fun."

"Thanks," replied Sally, "and you... How did your night go? Were you bored with those old men playing cards?"

"It wasn't bad," Jenny told her, "and I wasn't bored. They kept me busy the whole night."

"You know, Mom," she continued, "I think they really appreciated having a young girl there getting their drinks and things. It felt good to make them happy."

"So, you're ok with it?" Sally asked her daughter.

"Yeah, Mom," she answered, "I'm ok with it. In fact, I think I like it a bit."

Mother and daughter then said their goodnights and each retired to her bedroom. Jenny lay there awake, though, still pondering the evening.

"I made a real slut of myself tonight," she mused, "and really, with Hal. His dick is so big... I wonder what it would feel like in my pussy?"

Her hand unconsciously massaged her pubis through her pyjamas as she imagined Hal inside her, but she stopped suddenly.

"Shit, I really am a slut," she said to herself, "and with those wrinkled old men."

She settled down a bit and continued her thoughts.

"They're not bad, though," she reflected, "better than the young guys I dated. They didn't appreciate a girl. It was always all about them. But the old men, even Jimmy's rough stuff seemed to be about me as much as him. And Bob and John made me really cum hard. The young guys never cared if I came or not."

"But was I too slutty?" she asked herself. "Grandpa was nice to me after, but he didn't do anything to me. He didn't even tell me to come to bed with him. Maybe he really doesn't like me anymore."

Jenny sat up in her bed and reached for her collar. She buckled it snugly around her neck and tip-toed out of her room. She slipped quietly into her grandfather's bedroom and whispered.

"Grandpa, are you still awake?"

"Yes, pet," he whispered back, "what can I do for you?"

"Can I get into bed with you, please?" she asked softly.

"Of course, pet," he answered as he stretched out his arm to give her a place to lay.

"Thank you, Grandpa," she said as she slipped out of her pyjamas and slid in by his side, resting her head in the crook of his arm.

Grandpa folded his arm around her and asked if she wanted to talk about something.

"Yes, Grandpa," she said as she let her hand glide lightly over the old man's chest and abdomen, "you didn't do anything to me tonight. You gave me to all your friends, but even after they left you didn't really do anything. Don't you want me anymore?"

"Of course I do, Jenny," he said, giving her a squeeze. "I wanted you to be just for the guys while they were there, you know, be the host who doesn't take for himself, just gives to his guests. And after, well, the guys had ridden you really hard, Jimmy in particular. I thought I'd let you get a bit of a rest."

"That was sweet of you, Grandpa," she said, giving him a little kiss and letting her hand wrap itself around his dick. "They were hard, but I could take it. Even Jimmy. He was rough, and I cried, but it was exciting."

She began to stroke his dick as it swelled with arousal, and asked, "Grandpa, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure, pet," he answered, "if I can, I will."

"Would you fuck me, please?" she said in her sweetest voice, "real hard?"

"Of course, pet," he replied as he rolled over between her open and inviting legs. Her hand still held his cock, and she guided it straight to her pussy.

"Mmmmm, thank you, Grandpa," she sang, wrapping her arms around his neck as he rammed his stiff dick deep inside her and began pumping up and down, "thank you."


Life became pretty routine for Jenny during the next couple of weeks. Her mom was out more and more, though, spending time with that new boyfriend of hers, and Jen was spending more time with her grandfather. When she knew her mother was out for the day, Jenny would often do her chores naked, showing off for her grandpa, and enjoying the attention he paid her. He was always complimenting her on how pretty and sexy she was, and show she made sure she looked her best for him. Sometimes she'd wear something frilly or lacy, and grandpa knew that meant she wanted him to fuck her. And he always obliged. She always obliged, too, no matter what the old man wanted, like that afternoon they shared a bottle of wine.

Jenny felt a little tipsy after half a bottle, and a bit frisky, too. She was dressed, decided she'd make a show of getting out of her clothes. She put on some sultry music and started dancing for her grandpa, trying her best to disrobe like the old-time strippers she had seen films of. She hadn't rehearsed, of course, and she was a little drunk, so there wee some awkward moments, like when her stocking got stuck on her toe and she fell on her ass. They both laughed at that one, and Jenny continued doing her best until she was completely naked.

The music continued, though, and Jenny swayed and shimmied to the beat, trying to be as sexy as she could. Grandpa enjoyed it immensely, and then he had an idea.

"Here, Jenny," he said as he picked up the empty wine bottle, "I bet you can do a trick or two with this."

Jenny took the bottle and continued her little dance. As she swayed, she brought the bottle to her lips as if to take a swig, but, instead, she slipped her lips over it. Slowly she slid it into her mouth, her pretty pink lips sucking at the bottle neck as it went further and further into her mouth. She stopped, then, with her lips pursed at the shoulder of the bottle and let her tongue almost ooze out over her lower lip to lick the glass. Then she slid the bottle back out, just as slowly. The bottle went in and out of her mouth until grandpa applauded.

"Nice, Jenny," he said, "very sexy."

"I'm just warming up, Grandpa," she replied with an obviously drunken wink.

She rubbed the bottle all over her tits next, softly and roughly, in circles and straight up-and-down, and flicked the bottle mouth back and forth rapidly over her erect nipples. Grandpa whistled his appreciation of the show.

Now Jenny drew the bottle straight down from between her breasts to the tip of her vee. She stopped swaying and squatted just a bit, spreading her legs from the knees. Grandpa gave her his full attention as she slipped the bottle mouth between her pussy lips and down to her hole. She undulated her belly a few times and then held the bottle in place while she squatted deeper, pushing her pussy down over the bottle. Grandpa smiled.

She kept in rhythm to the music, sliding herself down and up the neck of the bottle, taking it a little deeper each time. Soon her pussy lips were around the shoulder, and she stopped swaying to the music. She pushed up on the bottle and down with her hips, breathing deeply all the time, until the shoulder of the bottle disappeared inside her hole. Some more of the bottle slid in after and she started fucking herself I earnest with the bottle. Faster she went in and out and faster came her little gasps of breath, until she stiffened and arched her back. Her pussy held the bottle tightly in place as she came, and her hands were free to pull on her tits and nipples as she quivered in pleasured. Her hips were thrust out, and grandpa had a fantastic view of the bottle stuffed halfway up her hole.

"You're incredible, pet," he exclaimed, "simply incredible."

"Now you," Jenny gasped breathlessly, "please Grandpa, jerk off for me."

Her grandfather didn't need much encouragement or effort, seeing how hard and swollen he was just from watching his pet perform, and so he stood up as she sat back down. He stroked himself a few times in front of her, as she told him what a hot cock he had. When she could see he was about to come, she opened her mouth.

His first spurt was so hard that it crashed against her forehead and splashed on up over her hair. The second hit her in the left eye. As cum from the two eruptions dripped down her face, a third and then a fourth went straight into her mouth. A fifth was weaker, and landed on her chin. She moved closer as he pumped himself again, and a few more little jets shot into her mouth.

"Yummy, grandpa," she purred as she swallowed her mouthful, "thank you."

He brought his cock to her lips for her to lick clean, and just in the nick of time; her mother pulled into the driveway as she took the last taste. Grandpa ran into his room as Jenny gathered up her clothes and headed for the bathroom and a quick shower.

When Jenny came out and went into her room, her mother was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What's this, Jenny?" she asked, holding up her daughter's panties.

"Oh, thanks Mom," Jenny said, "I was wondering why they weren't with me in the bathroom. I must have dropped them on my way to the shower."

"Dropped them?" her mother continued, "they were hanging over the back of the couch on the other side of the room! Besides, they've been worn. And they're wet. Do you usually put on dirty underwear after a shower."

Her mother sighed and got up to leave the room. She was sure something was going on between her father and her daughter; after all, it was part of the agreement, but she didn't expect to have it in her face like this.

"It's your life, Jenny," she said as she left, "do with it as you will. I'm going for a shower now. I've got a date tonight; I might not be back until tomorrow."

"So what's she got to complain about anyway," Jenny thought, "she's fucking around too."

Her mother was gone before dinner, and she ate with her grandfather. He was very quiet during dinner, and Jenny worried something was wrong.

"What's the matter, Grandpa," she asked as she cleared the table, "you haven't had a word to say."

"I listened to your mother talking to you, Jenny. I thought you understood you had to be discrete in front of your mother. She doesn't like the idea of you and I screwing."

"So what," Jenny protested, "she's getting screwed too."

"But she's not leaving her wet panties for you to find, is she? You're going to have to be punished for this, young lady."

Jenny turned white. Grandpa seemed so...formal. He wasn't like this when they were playing, when she danced and masturbated for him.

"I'll see you in the wood shed after you finish the dishes, girl."

God, Jenny thought, the woodshed? What is this, some old movie? I can't believe it.

There was a woodshed, though, and Jenny found her grandfather waiting there for her. He had a long, thin willow branch in his hand.

"Take your clothes off, Jenny," he said ominously, "no show; just get them all off. Fold them and put them on the splitting block.

Jenny did as she was told.

"Now, bend over that woodpile."

There was a pile of split logs as high as Jenny's hips, and she bent over it, resting on her forearms.

"Not like that, girl," he said, "stretch your arms out."

Jenny stretched her arms out, and found her breasts flattened against the rough surfaces of the firewood. It hurts, she thought, and he isn't calling me by my name. He must be very angry.

As her thought finished, she heard the whistle of the willow withe and instantly felt its sting across her ass. She cried out in pain. Another whistle, and another sting, this time from the opposite side. Her body recoiled, and the split wood scraped over her breasts and belly.

Again and again the willow whistled and stung her ass cheeks. Again and again, and Jenny was in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Please stop, Grandpa," she cried, "Please. It hurts so much."

The old man held his hand and looked at her ass in the dim light. It was striped with red welts and her flesh was quivering with the pain.

"You going to behave better in the future, girl.?"

"Yes, Grandpa, yes. I'll be more careful. I promise," she sobbed.

"Ok, then, Jenny, see that you do."

She was relieved now; there'd be no more whipping and he called her by her name again.

He dropped the withe and stepped up to her.

"Now, now, Jenny," he said soothingly, "stop your crying. Grandpa doesn't like to have to punish you like that; you be good, and he won't have to."

He started gently massaging her sore and swollen cheeks. "We'll get some unguent on your backside when we go inside; it'll ease the sting."

Jenny was relaxing a bit now, though her breasts still lay on the wood pile. She heard grandpa undo his belt and pull down his zipper. His big hands wrapped around her slender waist and held her in place as he pressed his cock against her tiny hole. He pushed harder, and Jenny loosened her ring to welcome him in. She gasped as his cock stretched her little asshole, but she was happy to feel it in her again.

He does still want me, she thought, and paid no attention to the wood scraping her tits as grandpa fucked her ass until he filled it with cum. He pulled out when he was drained, and pulled up his pants.

"Pick up your clothes, pet, and we'll get in the house and take care of those welts."

"Thank you grandpa," she said, as she leaned her naked body against him and walked with him to the house.


By: Tio_Narratore