Grandpa's Pet:

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.