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 mouth.

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 larix.

"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 near-electrocution.

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 bruising 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!," Christi 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-coloured 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."