CHAPTER 05

In these crazy hot circumstances, it didn't take long for her orgasm to crest. She shivered, stiffening beneath his touch, and he took that as a sign to dial in and relentlessly plow her delicious cranny until she came with a loud cry, cunt tightening around his dexterous fingers while her first man-made climax thundered through her. Samson kept himself anchored inside until her pussy spasms died down, then Rebecca felt his hand slip out and heard his bare footsteps move away. She was left on the tiles, breathing hard and trying to make sense of what just happened – and enjoying the fluffy sensation that seemed to coat her muscles, her veins, her arteries. She'd made herself cum plenty of times, but it had never felt like this . There was a disorienting loss of control in letting someone else bring her to that limit, and she could hardly believe the same man who taught her to ride a bike had manipulated her genitalia so fantastically. Those two categories of people shouldn't cross, and yet.

'I have a surprise for you.'

Becks looked at him, and at first, eyes scanning up her grandpa's body, she wondered if his huge erect cock was the surprise, almost as stiff as yesterday after so thoroughly diddling her pussy. A second later, however, she saw the furry item in his hand. It looked like a disembodied fox tail, big and fluffy, but the color of her hair, just like the ears. She readjusted the headband, which had begun to shift out of place when she'd buried her face in her arms, and just as she was going to question how she'd hold this new accessory in place, Samson flipped it over and revealed a shiny metallic object attached to the base of the tail, a teardrop shape on a small stem, about as big around as a large walnut at its widest point.

A butt plug. Her asshole clenched when the realization hit her, and even though she'd just orgasmed, she felt familiar excited fluttering in her chest, if not in her clit – yet .

'Do you like it?' Samson asked, crouching down to let her feel the faux fur. It was exceptionally soft, clearly high quality for a sex toy. Rebecca stumbled on those words. Her grandfather bought her a sex toy . She assumed he'd done so when he bought the leash and the cat toys. How far in advance had he planned this escalation?...

With a happy throat sound, Becca nudged the tail with her cheek, which tickled her pretty face. Samson stroked the back of her head, then gently pushed it in the direction of the living room, urging her towards it. She returned to the room on all fours, and following her grandfather's pointing, she climbed onto the couch and lay down on her back, adopting the usual hands-at-her-collarbones, knees bent pose. Looking down the length of her body, she could see the tiniest thumping high up in her chest, marking her rapid, powerful heartbeats. She knew what was coming, and as Samson approached, she instinctively spread her slim legs.

'Good girl,' he chuckled, squatting with a quiet grunt to really examine his granddaughter's holes. Rebecca shifted her gaze up to the ceiling, nervous but excited, pulse racing. The lack of visual feedback amplified the sensations below, and she flinched when Samson placed one of his big hands on her smooth ass cheek. She gasped when he lightly traced a finger over the hypersensitive, puckered skin of her asshole, smearing slick from her pussy down to her bud, and she sighed with a shiver when he blew cool air over the moistened hole. He must have a strange, absurdly horny view from where he was sitting, able to watch both her hungry orifices twitch and clench and react to his slightest action.

There was a tiny pause, and then, something warm, blunt, and lubed poked at her asshole, insistent, until it breached the tight ring to explore her innards. She'd played around anally before, and she knew she liked it, but she was even less experienced there than with her babymaker. Still, she knew enough to recognize that her grandpa was loosening her up a little with his fingers: index, then adding the middle, then the ring, three digits easily stretching her little starfish.

'You're taking it so well, kitty,' she heard Samson murmur. 'Nice and loosened up. You know what's good for you.'

Rebecca answered with a little hum, not really processing the words, focusing on the gentle tone and the intimate sensations in her secret pleasure spot. The fingers left her ass, and she moaned in anticipation, just before a bigger, cool foreign object pressed against her slackened anus, easily pushed in – and lodged itself when the thickest part of the bulb entered her and her little butthole closed around the skinny stem.

It all happened surprisingly fast.

'There we go. All fixed up.' Samson patted her ass, and she heard his knees crack as he got back up. 'Can you show me how nice your tail looks?'

Rebecca rolled over onto her stomach, and slowly got on her hands and knees. She expected the plug to plop right out, but to her surprise, she just felt a slight weight in her hole and the fluffy fur brushing her ass cheeks when she experimentally swayed her hips. It was a very unusual sensation, it felt good – moving her body didn't just cutely shake the tail, it also shifted the metal toy inside her, stimulating the responsive erogenous zones of her tight little asterisk and hot, clamping walls. Glancing back at her grandpa, Becks shook her tush and made the bushy tail dance, completing the package with her adorable cat ears.

'You're cute,' Samson chuckled, patting his granddaughter's bare shaking ass.

She smiled and watched him get the cat toys to play with her, and that's exactly what they did. He didn't work her as hard as he had the previous day, not avoiding making her crawl too far or too fast, but he tossed the bouncy balls over and over to watch her adorable rear move from side to side, counterbalanced by her swaying tail, offering the slightest glimpses of her pussy when she turned particularly fast. Afterwards, they spent a little time outside in the sun, and later still in front of the TV, where Rebecca watched their shows with her head on his thigh. It was thrilling going outside with both of them in the nude, wondering if people could see – it was a little risky, but after all, they hadn't done anything illegal, strictly speaking . Yet. Not in their state, anyway.

Now, in the evening, she lay her head on his lap while he stroked her side. After the intense tryst that morning, he hadn't done anything else overtly sexual to her, only patting her affectionately on the head or body to reward her after playing or for doing a trick, like responding to his commands for "paw" and "sit pretty." That was despite the massive hard-ons he'd popped several times throughout the day, solid and twitching with fucklust after watching his granddaughter's tight naked body rush around, her tail evidence of her continuous penetration, subject to his desires. She knew he had an erection at that moment, the heavy shaft resting against the back of her head while they rested on the couch together. He was clearly making himself abstain from going further for now.

Maybe he was making the pleasure last by letting it build.

When Rebecca started to yawn, he patted her shoulder and signalled for her to let him up. She rolled off and let herself onto the floor, where she assumed her usual four-legged position, gazing up at him. As she thought, his cock was stiff, his balls fairly tight already. If he ran it through his clenched fist a couple of times, she was sure it would start drooling, and the memory of his spitting piss slit made her cunt heat up.

'You're looking pretty sleepy, kitty, and I'm no spring chicken anymore. I need to get some rest, too.' He winked. 'Tell you what, though. My granddaughter's out for the night. Why don't you come up to my room?'

Rebecca's lips parted slightly, and she felt her face redden. Was this really about to happen? She let out a happy little yip and rubbed the crown of her head against Samson's shins, then her face, like a cat scent-marking someone they loved. She heard him chuckle, and he started towards the stairs.

'Take your time, now. I know you're not used to steps. You're a wild cat, after all.'

It didn't take her too long to make her way to the second floor. When she was home alone, she'd scurried up the stairs on all fours plenty of times, goblin style – and, according to the internet, so did lots of people. The difference was that going over each "hump" of a step made the plug bounce in her ass, and by the time she was at the top, her whole crotch was filled with fuzzy pleasure, hole stimulated by the weighty toy and mind full of filthy thoughts. She saw the door to her grandfather's bedroom, and that only made her wetter.

Samson gestured for her to follow, and she crawled through the threshold – and gasped. The room was as she knew it: he'd renovated it in the past couple of years to strip the 80s wallpaper and paint the walls white, disdainful of hiring a handyman to do something he could easily do himself, but the furniture remained largely the same, with reminders of his late wife, a beautiful bubbly-looking woman who'd passed before Rebecca was born.

It was mostly the same, save for the large metal wire cage in the corner.

It was a cage for a large dog, or a very spacious one for a stray cat being socialized. The inside was made up surprisingly cozily, with a big fluffy pet bed, a human pillow, and an armful of the plushies Becca had brought from home for her long stay. She'd kept those in her bedroom, and she'd had them on her bed that morning. When had he swiped them?

'Sorry, kitty, I need to make sure you know how to spend the night in a house,' Samson said, patting his astonished granddaughter's head, occasionally rubbing the edges of her cat ears between his thumb and forefinger. 'It's nice and roomy in there, though, and I'll be just a couple of feet away.'

He place his hand on the back of her head and urged her forwards, which made her crawl over to the open door and inspect it. A swift slap on the ass had her stumbling forward with a moan, and soon, she was locked inside, unable to stand up even if she wanted to. She could turn around and stretch out pretty comfortably, and the locking system was a simple lift and pull mechanism that she could easily undo, but she wouldn't. A physical lock wasn't the point. It was about submitting, and enjoying it.

She gazed at her grandpa through the thin metal bars of the door and made a pitiful begging sound in her throat, fingers poking through like a scrabbling cat's paws. Samson took her fingers in his own, and looked into her eyes. 'It'll be over quick, and if you're good, you can sleep in bed with me tomorrow. And hey, maybe you'll like your crate. Plenty pets do.'

With a final squeeze of her hand, he stood up, boner bobbing as he went, and took the few steps over to turn off the overhead light before he got under the covers. Suddenly plunged in darkness, Rebecca lay on her back on the pet bed, and moved her arms out to feel the cold ribs of the cage.

She was Samson's grandchild, yes. She was a person. But right now, nothing effectively separated her from any of the countless cats and dogs crated up for the night, for their owner's peace of mind or their own comfort or whatever other reason. She was just a pet.

Somehow, the thought made her asshole twitch, and she became hyperaware of the plug still inside her – and being in this position, at the foot of her grandfather's bed, seemed to have all her senses set at the maximum. Moaning, she squeezed her thighs together and started slowly thrusting her hips up, moving the base of the tail plug up and down, side to side, gradually building a steady, warm ebb and flow of pleasure in her little hole. She could feel the bulbous metallic part move inside her, rubbing up against bundles of nerves she hadn't even been aware of that made her bite her lip and focus on the anal wonders electrifying her senses.

She'd started to focus on the sensations so intently that she almost missed a new, unusual sound coming from the bed a stone's throw away. It was rhythmic, wet, and accompanied by frequent masculine grunts.

Her grandfather was jacking off.

She'd seen him do it, heard those sane noises, smelled and tasted his cum, but there was something wickedly erotic about hearing him do it now, when she'd been reduced to nothing but an animal. She wouldn't know what he was doing. Why be ashamed? He was masturbating mere feet from a caged pet, not his grandchild.

Flooded with red hot fuck hormones, Rebecca's teen pussy and asshole were twitching and clenching as she listened to her grandpa pleasure himself, and she was acutely aware of the inflexible bulb penetrating her. She couldn't spread her legs very wide in her container, but she could bend her knees to her chest, bracing her feet against the ceiling of the cage, so she had easy access to her holes. With trembling hands, Becca took hold of the tail at its base, gripping around the soft fur, and she experimentally pulled on the butt plug until the bulbous middle section was tugging the sensitive skin of her rosebud outward, the prelude to actually taking it out.

It felt good. She moved it back and forth, only letting her hole begin to spread to let the plug out without ever actually removing it, fucking her own ass lightly and quickly to stimulate the shallow walls and finely tuned muscles of her anal cunt. Before long, her quiet feminine moans joined her grandfather's voice to create an incestuous pleasure chorus in that old familiar room.

The fact she couldn't see Samson was sexy in a different way, having to base her horniness on noises and a shaking mattress alone. He seemed invigorated by hearing her, because his groans grew louder, peppered with whispered fuck s and Christ s, although he looked to be slowing down actually beating his meat, if anything. With the more intense sexuality saturating the room, he probably didn't want to bust a nut with his own hands. He was probably saving up his spunk.

Saving it up for his granddaughter.

Becca's pussy throbbed for attention, her little clit a hard pebble buried between her lips, slick and begging for touch – but her free hand merely clutched the soft surface beneath her, not moving an inch towards her sex. If her grandfather was going to edge himself and do something spectacular the next day, she would, too. She didn't want to feel her own fingers fondling her slit, she wanted to feel his .

And she knew she'd be feeling a lot more than that.

At some point, Rebecca fell asleep, curled up on the pet bed with her inner thighs coated in her own slick. She'd dutifully avoided touching vulva, but that didn't mean her cunt wasn't going to react the way it was supposed to when she was this mind-meltingly turned on, and fading into slumber to the sounds of Samson masturbating absolutely had her in that state.

If she dreamt, she didn't remember what about, because night passed in a flash, as though time itself were sped up by her eagerness for the next day. In the morning, she was woken up by the sound of her cage being unlocked. She'd fallen asleep with her head near the door, and when she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was his huge, meaty prick, hard enough to cut diamonds and dripping long, sticky strands of eager precum.

She wondered how much he'd edged to get to a state this pent-up, but she wasn't able to think logically for long, because a drop of his thick clear prefuck dripped off his dick and landed on her cheek, warm and viscous, and she made a sound between a gasp and a moan while critical thinking flew out of her brain.

'Good morning, kitty,' Samson said, with an audible lustful strain in his oaky voice. 'Time to get up and have your first meal of the day.'

Rebecca turned over onto her stomach, and her naked tits and stomach rubbing against the fluffy material of the pet bed inflamed her awareness of her own nudity, of how her grandfather was admiring her teenage body. How long had he watched her through the bars of the cage before opening the door? Had he been squatting there for minutes, languidly tugging on his cock to the sight of his sleeping granddaughter in this demeaning position? She raised herself up on her hands and knees, and the plug still firmly filling up her ass shifted under the weight of its furry tail, sending a thrilling shiver up her spine, as though the tail really were part of her body.

Samson stood up with a grunt and stepped back, prompting Becca to stumble forward in her haste to follow the juicy prick that had her mouth watering. He smiled down at her, and took another step back, so she took another step forward, adding a deliberate sway to her hips so her tail would wag. It was turning into a game, and Samson leaned forward to place his hands either side of her head, leading her along with his drooling cock as the proverbial carrot. Rebecca was so close to his dick now that it filled her senses: it was all she could see, bobbing before her bright open eyes; it was all she could smell, that musky masculine aroma.

She wanted it to be all she could taste, too.

They walked the short distance to Samson's bed, and when she jumped up a little to try and touch his dick, he moved away playfully and stumbled back onto the mattress, sitting down and positioning his erect cock level with his granddaughter's face. It pointed higher when he was seated, but it was still weighed down by its own heft, and Rebecca could clearly see his shaft and glans were roughly the length of her face. It was intimidating, and it made her pussy pulse.

This was the dick that created her mother. She owed it her life.

'You got me, kitty,' she heard him say, though she couldn't take her eyes off his dick. This close, she could make out every wrinkle in his dick skin, the color variations of the veins bulging at the surface, the way it twitched and throbbed with a mind of its own. It made her mouth water – and her cunt, too. 'You wanna get your reward?'

Rebecca barely heard him over the sound of the heartbeat in her ears. She was really about to do something this depraved. She was going to suck her grandfather's cock.

She shuffled forwards on her knees, letting her elbows rest on his thighs, and closed one slim hand around the base of his meat, moaning quietly when she confirmed that the tips of her fingers and thumb could only barely touch around its girth. On instinct, she rubbed her soft cheek against the side of his manhood to feel its warmth and the silkiness of its skin, then turned her face towards it to press a few shy kisses to its corded underside, then to the weighty sperm kegs nestled between his thighs, pulled in close to his body from their usual looseness. The musky scent of his prick and nuts was stunningly erotic, far more than Becca had expected, and when her head bobbed back up, she extended her tongue and licked his shiny, dribbling cockhead for the first time.

The taste of his precum on her tongue was bitter, but compelling, and she continued to lap at his tiny slit, which only made more clear goo ooze out. As she heard her grandpa begin to breathe hearder, the strokes of her tongue became bolder, exploring the slippery surface of his dark pink dickhead until she built up the courage to close her full lips over it, enveloping his glans with her hot, moist mouth, the sensitive frenulum resting on her flattened tongue. Then, she started to move back and forth, and just like that, she was sucking her grandfather's cock.

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