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Happy Holidays!!!!!           

WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains
Strong Sexual Content and Lame Attempts at Humor.
It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does
not in any way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was safe
or conformed to the laws of physics. If you are under or over the age of
18 or reside in a state (or state of mind) that prohibits such 
behavior, stop reading this stuff immediately or you will never be
elected Speaker of the House!!!
Remember: DON’T DO THIS AT HOME!!!!!                      
copyright 1998 by M Quayle (a pseudonym)
All rights reserved. Do not repost or post without permission of author.

Late for Dinner
Chapter 31: Oven Mitts

Womp, womp, womp, clit! Buuuuzzzzz! Womp, womp, womp, clit! Buuuuzzzzz!
went the electric dildo.

“Eeee! Eeee! Eeee!” went Christi as the powerful current ran through her
body and the shiny silver beast rammed left, then up, then right, then
right again inside her.

Slap, slap, slap went her beautiful breasts as the machine bounced them
up-and-down and side-to-side.

“Uuuuhhhgh, uuuuuuhhhhgh, gurgle, uuuuuh,” went Kathy as Grand Dad
stuffed his one-eyed buddy down her throat.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” went Grand Dad as he exploded in his grand daughter’s

Kathy gasped for breath as Grand Dad relaxed his grip on the back of her
head and his buddy slipped smoothly as a slippery snake away from her

“That’s some good work there, Kathy,” Grand Dad readjusted his
privates.  “No wonder you’re going to be captain of the girl’s sex team
next year.”  The silver-hared man smiled and turned his attention to
Christi.  “Well, I guess we’d better get you off there before your
nylons melt,” he laughed.

He flipped the off-switch. “Had enough, Little Lady?”

“Eeeee, Eeeeeeee, Eeeeeeeeeeee,” Christi replied as the dildo lost it’s
electrical “sting” and slowly pistoned to a stop.  “That was, that was

“Really packs a punch, doesn’t it?” Grand Dad chuckled as he undid
Christi’s straps and lifted the still pulsating girl off the mammoth
probe.  “Boy, you’re hot,” he held her gingerly, “another couple of
minutes and I’d have had use my oven mitts.”

Christi collapsed onto the living room floor. “That was, that was” was
all she could say as her body continued to jerk in the aftermath of

Grand Dad knelt over Christi’s quivering body and admired the pattern of
deep purple bruises that was spreading evenly across her self-beaten
breasts.  “Boy howdy,” he whistled,  “that thing really does a job! I
don’t think I’ve ever seen such uniform brusing in all my born days.

“Now, Kathy,” Grand Dad said firmly, “I want you and your mother to ride
these little broncos for at least a half-hour every week between now and
Thanksgiving.  It’ll help you build up endurance and,” he grinned
wickedly as he stood up, “who knows, you might learn to like it as much
as your girlfriend here.”

“Again!,” Chisti tugged on Grand Dad’s pant leg. “Do me again, please.”

“You’ll have to cool down a little first,” he chuckled, “but I sure like
your attitude.”  

A car horn honked in the driveway.  “Well, that’s the driver.” Grand Dad
grabbed his jacket, “I’ve got to get back to the airport.”  He kissed
Kathy on the forehead,  “now, give the family my love and I’ll see you
two at Thanksgiving.”

Oh,” he reached into his pocket, “I almost forgot.” He pressed tow
brightly-colored slips of paper into Kathy’s hand, “here’s a couple of
gift certificates for the Torture Boutique, you two get some new toys.”

“Wow!” Kathy’s eyes bulged, “these are a thousand dollars each! Thanks,
Grand Dad!” The happy girl wrapped herself around the massive man and
hugged him tight, “and thanks for cumming in my mouth.  I’m on a liquid
diet,” she rubbed her chastity belt against his leg, “and you really hit
the spot.”

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