GRANDPA'S HOUSEPET IN SUMMER VACATION

Becca waited, the massage beginning on her shins and working its way up her smooth legs, paradoxically relaxing and unnerving. Samson rubbed and kneaded the sides of her shins to get to her calves, then her elegant thighs, and then, he flattened his palms and fingers to push up, thumbs caressing the insides of her thighs before they touched the bottoms of her pussy lips and moved up in unison, opening her slit to see the pink inside, coating the tips with her slick, and pushing gently against her throbbing little clit before backing off entirely.

Becca lifted her hips with a little whine, chasing his hands, then settled back down slightly mortified at her wanton behavior. Her mind was clouded with lust at this point, though, and she was stared at him with shining eyes. Her breathing was so heavy she was almost panting, and Samson noticed. He rubbed the last of the suntan oil off on his forearms – along with the smidgen of his granddaughter's pussy drool – and smiled.

'Well, kitty, you're sounding more like a doggy than anything else. Maybe I've had it all wrong, huh?'

Without further explanation, he loped off towards the house, and Rebecca instinctively leapt to her hands and knees and scurried along. It felt good to feel her tits hang below her and give her clit a little stimulation, even if just from her the movement of her thighs, but more than that, she wanted to know what her grandfather meant. His words sounded like a promise or an invitation. She was slow to move, though, especially on the grass, and by the time she got inside, she heard his car start out front.

Sullenly, she returned to the garden, figuring she might as well catch some rays now her body was completely covered in sunscreen. She couldn't think clearly enough to read or even watch something, anyway. She could only think of those hands all over her inexperienced body, the looming, heavy promise of intense sexuality, just how fucked up it all was. Most of all, she worried he'd come back after her classes were over, and that she'd have to wait and see what would happen the next day.

It was crazy to think so little time had passed since their relationship was normal. And it still was , wasn't it? They hadn't breached a point of no return yet. Okay, he'd touched her tits, but he was helping her out. And he'd touched her cunt, however briefly, but –

Rebecca heard the French doors open, and jolted upright. Samson stood there, holding a plastic bag and beckoning for her to come in. They probably had enough time for – whatever was going to happen.

With trepidation, Becca hurried back inside.

Though she'd been naked all day, she felt more exposed than ever. Her skin shone with the thin layer of lotion coating every inch of her front, and her grandfather was now more intimately familiar with her adult body than anyone ever had been. She knew he'd washed her as a child, and remembered the fun bath times with him. She'd never imagined she'd feel his touch on her sweet vulva for anything other than a quick hygienic wipe. Now, she sat on the floor, hands folded on her lap, waiting to see what he'd do. Samson was rummaging in the bag. He smiled at her over his shoulder, and turned around, holding something.

A leash and collar.

Rebecca's stomach dropped, but it seemed to crash right through the bottom of her torso to make her snatch thrum with desire. Samson squatted down and waited for her to come closer, because he knew she would. And he was right. His granddaughter haltingly crawled to him, cheeks a pretty pink and plush lips parted in anticipation. The collar was made of good quality leather, the leash made up of a matching handle and a length of steel chain. It was unmistakably for an animal, and it fit snugly around her neck when he gently fastened it onto her.

'Looks like I got the right size. You'd be surprised how many different kinds of collars there are. Well, I guess you wouldn't. Dogs don't think about those things, huh?' Becca only made a small noise in her throat, which made him pat her head and stand up. 'Let's take it for a spin.'

He took a few steps until the leash was taut, and glanced back encouragingly. Rebecca had no choice but to follow the pull on her neck, and shuffled behind her grandpa on all fours, forced to take bigger "steps" to keep up with his walking speed. She could hear the lips of her dribbling pussy separate and reunite when she moved, squelch squelch, hyper-aware of how exposed her holes were as she hurried along, and she was glad Samson was in front of her so his eyes couldn't devour her ass and cunt while she was helpless to do anything about it.

'There we go,' he murmured as they went around the room, 'good girl.'

When he seemed satisfied, he stopped and looked down at her. The situation was insane: Rebecca, on her hands and knees in front of her grandpa, naked as the day she was born – and he'd actually seen her on the day she was born, though she'd been cleaned up and put in a little bodysuit by then – save for a dog's leash. He smiled, leaning forward. 'What a talented puppy. You knew just what to do. How about this?'

He held out a hand, palm up. Rebecca looked at it for a second, then hesitantly raised an arm and placed the tips of her fingers on his, which made him outright beam at her. 'Give paw! Good girl. Good puppy!'

He raked his fingers through her hair again, and that added to the compliments filled her with a nonsensical pride, as if there were anything special to what she'd done. It was nice to be praised, to be appreciated, for the little things. To live easily. Samson crouched down to affectionately rub her bare back, and she arched her spine down to lead his hand up and down the valley that created, shivering at the way he tickled her soft skin. As she was on all fours, stomach down, he had to reach below her to pet her belly, which made those familiar sparks of arousal collect in her vagina – even before he lightly skimmed a hand over the tips of her hanging breasts. She gasped when he did it again, and had to bite back a moan when he started flicking her nipples back and forth. 'Hmm, actually, I don't know if you're a puppy . With nipples like these, big, sensitive and rubbery, it feels more like you're a bitch who hasn't been fixed. Or a little heifer.'

Both terms made the thin hair on Rebecca's arms stand on end, and as he kept stimulating her vulnerable tits, she started breathing harder, squeezing and relaxing her pussy to get the slightest bursts of pleasure in her poor ignored cunt. She heard her grandfather's breathing quicken and deepen, too, before it was drowned out by her first uncontrollable, guttural moan as he closed his big hands around her udders and started milking them, squeezing first one, then the other, rubbing his fingers into the tender flesh when he pulled down, like he was truly trying to wake up her dairy ducts.

'Nothing coming out. Maybe I'm not doing it right.'

The chain clipped onto her collar tinkled with her shudders, and she vainly tried to stifle her pleasured groans. This was like the tit massage he'd given her earlier, but heightened, humiliating and glorious all at once. She'd never been this turned on.

Grandfather and granddaughter startled when his smartwatch let out a loud notification sound, and Rebecca's boobs felt tingly and cold after being so thoroughly manhandled, then abandoned. She glanced at Samson, who turned the noise off and spoke as if to himself: 'Summer school's out for the day in five minutes. Becks'll be back soon. I guess that'll be your cue to go, huh, cow-kitty?'

Becca sat back on her haunches, visibly dazed, her breasts blotched red where her grandpa had grabbed them and her nipples hard enough to cut glass. The leash lay on her chest, between her boobs, and she didn't have the presence of mind to think what an erotic sight her young body must be in this condition. He got back up on his feet, paused, then leaned down for a final grope of his granddaughter's tit, grabbing it fully with his hand and running his fingers to the tip to give her stiff nip a pinch that had her whining and tightening her legs.

'Thanks for stopping by again,' he said, turning around to head to the stairs. For the first time that day, Rebecca saw a bulge in his pants, a thick fucksnake slithered halfway down his left thigh, brought to life by playing with her body. 'See you tomorrow, maybe.'

She sat in place until she heard the door to his office close upstairs. Her heart beat hard in her chest and her pussy.

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