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 GR2-Inside Grandpa's Tool Shed

   By billy69boy

   (Sequel to "Grandpa Tucks Me In")

   Chapter One

   Late the next morning I awoke to the sounds of hammering and sawing and
other construction noises coming from my grandparents' back yard.  A tingle
ran down my spine as I figured that grandpa was out there preparing for me
to help him "clean out" his toolshed.  Now that I realized how kinky my
grandparents were, I couldn't wait to find out what they had in mind next.
All I knew for sure was that my so-called teenage hormones were exploding,
and I was obsessed with the different ways of getting off, and I wanted to
try them all.

   When I finally jumped out of bed it was almost noon.  I slipped into the
bathroom first thing and then took a shower after I was done.  I ran back
to my room wrapped in just my towel.  I checked myself out as usual, in the
mirror behind the dresser: there, laid out meticulously in front of my eyes
was an outfit that almost took my breath away: there was a very short
pleated white skirt with a lacy pink top that was quite feminine and almost
see-through, and a pink thong so tiny that I could have worn it inside as
easily as outside my pussy.  And that was it; Nothing else.  OMG, I was so
excited my body trembled as I dropped my towel on the floor and quickly got
dressed.

   Checking myself out in the mirror once again, I giggled as I realized my
body was about as covered as if I were wearing a bikini.  I guess Grandpa
knew exactly what he liked.  I couldn't wait to join him in his tool shed
and I could barely imagine what tasks he had lined up for me, but it didn't
really matter to me.  I was more than willing to help in any way I could.

   I eagerly bopped down the stairs, getting Grandma's attention in the
kitchen.  She offered me a full breakfast, but I was dying to run out and
show Grandpa the outfit he had picked for me.  In the end, Grandma talked
me into sitting at the table for a glass of juice and a muffin.  I could
feel her eyes on me the whole time, but it didn't seem odd or strange at
all.  I already knew she felt lust for me, so it wasn't surprising that she
was checking me out.  I have to say, though, that I was surprised by her
straightforward approach:

   "Tomorrow is Sunday and my Gardening Club meets here in the morning
after church.  I'd like you to help us if you don't mind, dearie."

   "Sure, Grandma, I'd love to help out," I offered enthusiastically.

   "That will be fine, darling.  I'm sure the club members will be
delighted to have you," she answered, with a sly grin on her face and a
twinkle in her eye.  "Now when you're finished eating, Grandpa will be
thrilled to see you wearing that outfit for him.  I'm sure he has several
chores planned for you out in the shed."



   Chapter Two

   I was so excited to find out what Grandpa had in mind for me, I had to
keep myself from running out back like an eager puppy.  I was curious to
know what all the banging and power tool noise was all about, but when I
walked into the shed, I couldn't see anything that looked like it was just
made.

   "Good morning, Grandpa," I said, as I greeted him with a curtsey and a
smile.

   "Morning?" "Morning!" he repeated, in case I didn't hear him the first
time.  "It's damn near noon already child!" he yelled, sounding very
annoyed at me.  "Now take that broom and sweep up the sawdust," he ordered.

   As I started, I was rather disappointed that Grandpa didn't even seem to
notice my sexy outfit.  But I did tell him I would help him in the shed,
and so I figured I might as well get to work.  I looked over and saw that
he was standing at his workbench.  It looked like he was greasing up
Grandma's gardening tools.  His back was facing me and he made no attempt
to talk to me.  I was feeling guilty by then, I don't quite know why.  But
the tingling I had felt between my legs had gone away, that's for sure.

   He called it a 'shed', but it was more like the size of a garage.  It
had a big workbench and there were different tools hung on the walls, as
well as machines lined up in a row: his lawn mower, snow blower, edger,
leaf blower, and some equipment I didn't recognize.  The walls were high,
but there were no windows; just the double door in the front.  I still
didn't know what he was doing all morning out there, but it seemed like
there was sawdust everywhere.  I kept sweeping it into piles, but I didn't
dare say anything, sensing his grumpy mood.

   Finally he turned toward me and nodded his head towards a pegboard
loaded with tons of small tools like screwdrivers, wrenches, pliers and
stuff.

   "There's a dustpan hanging on the wall.  You can pick up your sawdust
piles and dump them in that can over there," he instructed.  I did as I was
told and I barely noticed that he seemed to watch me every time I bent over
to scoop up another pile.  I figured he was looking down my blouse to catch
a glimpse of my firm little titties, but he said nothing.  I couldn't help
but notice that it looked like there was a bulge growing in his baggy old
man shorts, but I wasn't positive.

   "All done!" I declared proudly as I lifted up my blouse and wiped my
damp face with it.  It was hot in the shed, and no air was moving inside. I
don't know if Grandpa saw what I had done, but I had sweat running into my
eyes, and I had to do something.

   "See all those jars full of nails and screws?" he asked me, pointing to
the tons of jars sitting at the back of the workbench.  "I want you to
organize them according to size and line them up neatly," he instructed. 
He took a seat behind me and started working on the lawn mower.  I couldn't
see where his eyes were because I was too busy reaching across the
workbench and grabbing the jars.  I could feel my short little skirt rise
up each time I reached for another jar, exposing half of my ass cheeks, and
most of my pink thong.  I had to stand on my tiptoes in order to reach the
jars, and I figured he was watching my every move.  I didn't dwell on it
because I was concentrating on my job.  At least I wasn't sweating as much
now.

   I noticed a twitching in my pussy again, and as much as I tried to
ignore it, I knew it was useless: the truth was I had my Grandpa on my
mind, and I shuddered at the thought of him being the reason for my wet
loins.  I couldn't believe he was toying with my mind for so long because I
was sure he wanted to have his way with his tight young granddaughter.  A
fucking tease was what he was, I thought: but it was working, there was no
denying it.

   "Give me a hand with this bench," he called over to me from behind a
small curtain in the corner of the shed.  I walked over just as he was
drawing the curtain open.  There stood a freshly made, but oddly shaped
bench of sorts that didn't register in my brain at first.  As I lifted my
end along with Grandpa, we walked the strange thing to the center of the
room and set it down.  It was a rather crudely made affair that was
obviously hastily built.  Leather cuffs were nailed to one end, with
another cuff on either side, about in the middle.  It was made of simple
plywood supported by 2 by 4's for the legs and frame.  It looked like one
end had an extra little shelf underneath, but I didn't know why.

   "Lie down with your head at this end," Grandpa told me, patting the
bench for emphasis.  I climbed on top, lying on my back.  It was just a
short bench, and my legs dangled awkwardly off the other end.  Grandpa
lowered my arms to my side and fixed the leather restraints to each of my
wrists.  In doing so, he had to pull my body forward so that my head was
barely resting on the plywood.

   Next, he brought my legs up and over my body and attached the leathers
to each ankle, further forcing my head entirely off the bench altogether. I
was completely immobile and at his mercy, which made him smile as he walked
around the bench, admiring his handiwork.  So, that's where all that
sawdust came from, I thought to myself, as I strained against my leather
bindings.

   I had trouble trying to get comfortable, considering my head was
dangling in mid-air, but I did notice that Grandpa was busy removing his
shorts completely, and he wore no underwear.  His big cock swayed between
his legs, hard as could be, as he surveyed his prey, which was me, of
course.  He positioned himself at the end of his wicked bench and lifted my
head up and cradled it in his hands, easing the strain in my neck, for
which I was forever grateful.  That is, until his cock hovered directly
over my mouth, and I heard him say:

   "Open."

   Chapter Three

   "Finally", I thought to myself, as I opened my mouth eagerly.  I was
wide-eyed with anticipation as Grandpa cradled my head in his hands and
guided his 'missile' towards its target.  With no regard for me, he lined
up the head of his shaft and rammed it into my mouth, making me choke and
gag immediately.  He looked down at me and pulled it back out.  Shaking his
head, he patted me on the cheek a few times, dropped my head and reached
over me and pulled my flimsy pink blouse up over my bare boobs, exposing
them to his lustful eyes.  He gave each of them a squeeze and pinched my
nipples, but his thoughts were elsewhere.  He concentrated on his twitching
cock and he put it back into my mouth a lot slower this time.  As I became
more comfortable he started to go faster and deeper, but then he slowed
down again and gripped my head really tight and then he pushed his cock
steadily until it slid down my throat.  I gagged on it and panicked at
first, unable to breathe.  Grandpa told me to breathe through my nose, and
that's what I did.  I kept swallowing over and over again as I struggled to
keep my throat under control.

   I couldn't believe his balls were actually touching my forehead every
time he thrust his hips forward.  I wanted to put my hands on his thighs
and push him back some, but my hands were tied down.  The only thing I
could do was try to keep swallowing as best as I could, and hope I didn't
throw up.  My face was already getting drenched in my own saliva, but
Grandpa just kept pumping away.  He put one hand under the back of my head
and the other hand on my throat.  I think he got off feeling his thick
member making my neck bulge every time he thrust forward.

   Just when I was getting the hang of it all, Grandpa pulled his cock out
completely without cumming or anything.  He stepped back, reached under the
bench and pulled the little shelf out so I could rest my head on it, and it
wouldn't be dangling by my neck in mid-air.  Grandpa looked down at my
saliva soaked face, smiled, and rubbed his equally dripping wet cock all
over my face.

   "You're going to do just fine, Princess," he declared calmly as he got
some paper towels off the workbench and wiped my face dry.  Afterward he
walked around to the back of the bench, pulled up his folding chair and sat
down.  I was still trying to figure out what he meant by 'going to do just
fine' when I remembered that I was totally exposed down there, and my
grandfather's face was now less than a foot from my most personal assets. I
was flush with excitement wondering what he had in mind for me next.  I
didn't have to wait long.

   I could feel his rough, puffy fingers run up the backs of my legs, from
my thighs up to that sensitive part behind my knees.  He was surprisingly
gentle and soothing with his movements up and down, up and down my legs.  I
closed my eyes and let him take me away to Cloud Nine, and it felt great
having his undivided attention.  As he continued to run his fingers up and
down my legs, he eventually began to drop his fingers down lower, and I
could feel his fingertips touching my butt cheeks.  My juices began to flow
in delicious anticipation: we both knew his goal was my pussy, and he
teased me so well I thought I might end up climaxing without him even
making it there at all.

   Finally, his fingertip traced around the edge of my thong which covered
next to nothing, so he was real close to my spasming pussy.  I couldn't
help but let out a low groan; such was the intensity of his teasing.  When
his finger began tracing my drenched slit through the silky material, up
and back down slowly, my hips were bucking up off the bench as much as my
restraints would allow.  Grandpa had the most heavenly expression on his
face to go along with his broad, smirking grin.  He knew I had no
self-control left by now, and I was his to do whatever he chose.  For now,
apparently he chose to continue to stimulate my clit through the shiny thin
material of my thong.

   I was beside myself with lust and beyond horny; I wanted to get off, and
the sooner the better.  I just longed for some relief from the torment my
Grandpa was putting me through.  Instead I got nothing.  He stopped
touching me altogether, stood up and turned towards his workbench.  I heard
him opening several drawers and taking things out of them, but I couldn't
see what they were.  I didn't really pay it any mind, mostly because I was
furious with him for leaving me unfulfilled like he did.  Of course, I knew
he did it on purpose, which made me even madder...or more mad...or
whatever.

   Lo and behold, he came back to the bench with a knife in his hand.  I
didn't even flinch, because I knew that Grandpa would never hurt me.  He
might fuck me and get me to do other stuff with him, but I never feared for
my safety.  And so I remained calm when he brought the knife down close to
my private parts and sliced my thong on each side of my hips, and then
slipped it free and placed it on the workbench.  He sat back down, leaning
in until his face was close to my pussy again, but this time he kept going.
He started licking me down there, I couldn't believe it.  Maybe now he'll
let me cum.

   Or maybe not.  He licked me and sucked me and nibbled on my clit so hard
I could see delicious fireworks, and my rear end thrashed around in hopes
of a huge orgasm.  Instead, the rotten old man stood up again and walked
over to the far end of the shed.  He faced the corner and looked down at
something intently.  I couldn't see what it was, and I didn't much care
either.  I was too busy feeling bad for myself.  But then, I heard some
muffled words being spoken that weren't directed at me:

   "Ben?  It's me...yeah, just like I said...yeah, we're ready.  Bring
Sam...yeah; I got it out here already.  Well, no, not until you got
to...you know, take a taste.  Sweet?  Oh yeah.  Hell yeah.  You won't be
disappointed.  And neither will Sam.  Alright Benny, see you in a few."

   With that, my grandfather slipped his cell phone into his jacket pocket
that hung on a hook in the corner.  He turned around and came right back
over to me, sat down, and locked his mouth onto my tight pussy.  He used
his mouth so expertly; he tongued my hole and sucked on my clit so hard; it
was like nothing I had ever experienced before.  In no time I was jerking
and shuddering and fidgeting under his power.  Sensing that I was getting
close again, he stood up and walked towards my head, holding a strip of
dark material in his hand.

   "Darling, we are going to have some company in a few minutes," he began.
I was literally fuming by this time, and I barely heard what he was saying.
He continued:

   "I'm sorry, but for everyone's protection, I'm afraid I'm going to have
to put this blindfold on you for now," he stated quietly and calmly, as he
tied it tightly over my eyes.

   "Wait.  What?  Company?  W-what are you talking about, 'company'?" I
asked him, now that he had my full attention.  I remembered he mentioned
two names: oh great, I thought, he's going to show my naked body off for
two of his old men friends?  He and grandma lived in one of those old
people communities where you had to be a certain age to live there.  I
could hardly wait.

   In the meantime, I guess Grandpa could hardly wait either, because he
took up his position at the bottom of the bench again and remained
standing; at least I think he did because I didn't hear the folding chair
make any noise.  He wasted no time playing with my throbbing girl parts.  I
was so wet by then that he was able to push two of his fingers deep inside
my hot chamber with no effort.  Oh how good they felt!  I tried to clench
my thigh muscles tight enough together that he wouldn't be able to pull his
fingers out, ha ha, but I knew it wouldn't work.  Still, he finger fucked
me hard and fast and deep, and I didn't want him to ever stop, it felt so
good.

   Of course, he did stop.  Big surprise.  By now I was used to his twisted
form of torture.  But rather than walk away, he had something else in mind:
something different.  He rubbed his two slick fingers along my ass crack,
and it tickled at first, and I giggled.  I'm not sure if I upset him or
not, but right after I laughed, he thrust his fat finger right up my
unsuspecting ass.  I gasped out loud as searing hot pain shot through me,
and made me see stars, even though I was blindfolded.  He took it a little
slower when he saw my reaction, and I calmed down pretty fast.  As he eased
his one finger in and out of my dark passage, he put his other finger back
into my front entrance and double-fucked me, which felt incredible.  He
used his thumb on his other hand to press against my clit, and I thought I
would pass out from so much stimulation.  He worked me to a frenzied state
once again, and just when I thought it was finally my time to experience
heaven on earth, there came a knock on the shed door.  Grandpa stopped what
he was doing and went to answer the door.  I bit my lip in frustration, but
I really wanted to scream my lungs out.

   "Ben!  Hey, Sammie!  You guys got here fast!  Come on in," I heard my
Grandpa tell them.  When the door closed, I heard one word:

   "Whoa!" followed by a sigh so loud I thought someone had let the air out
of the guy.

   "Wow, she's beautiful!  Your granddaughter, you say?  Well, you're a
lucky old grandfather then, aren't you?"

   Grandpa just laughed his proud laugh: "She's amazing," was all he said
in response.

   "Well, what all does she do?" the man asked grandpa, without so much as
a 'hello' to me.

   "Hmmm," Grandpa replied, "you've been snipped by now, haven't you Ben?"

   "Hell yeah, right around the same time you were, remember?"

   "Oh, well, in that case, she'll do anything you want," Grandpa declared
proudly, "what do you want to try first?"

   I couldn't believe my ears: Grandpa just offered me to his friend, and
told him I would do anything.  Could it be?  Is this finally my chance? 
Could I PLEASE have just one little orgasm before the top of my head blows
off from all the pressure that had been building up inside?

   In fact, I WAS ready for anything, and I could only hope that this 'Ben'
guy was a flat-out stud...him and his friend both.

   It was strange though, I thought; I didn't remember Grandpa's other
friend saying a word yet.  His name is Sam, right?

   Chapter Four

   Old Ben was apparently beside himself with lust, and I giggled a little
as I pictured him drooling uncontrollably and his eyes popping out of his
head.

   Silently, he ran his bony hands around my bottom and up my bare legs,
stopping off at my boobs to have a squeeze and a pinch.

   "Oh my," he sighed, "they are so hard and perky!" He bent over and began
kissing and sucking on them and it felt oh so good.  By now, pretty much
anything would have felt good, I was so horny.  But, my grandpa must have
been losing his patience with his friend's dawdling: I could hear the metal
chair scrape across the floor.

   "Here, Ben, sit here," he beckoned, "check this out!" His friend stood
up abruptly.  I could swear he was a bit annoyed at being interrupted, but
he followed Grandpa's suggestion.  I heard him sit down and he gasped out
loud.  I could just picture him staring right at my throbbing pussy.  I got
all tingly just thinking about him getting such a close look at my no
longer private parts.

   "Good heavens, will you just look at that?  All smooth and fresh!" He
exclaimed, "and oh so wet too!" he added, as he penetrated my labia with
two of his gnarled fingers.  Grandpa laughed, seemingly relieved.

   "Yeah, well I've been keeping her warmed up for you until you and Sam
got here," he bragged proudly.

   "Oh well, I can see that!  This one is rarin' to go, that's for sure!"
his friend replied as he fingered me with more enthusiasm.  I was working
up to an orgasm for the hundredth time, but I didn't want to jinx it, so I
tried to stay as still as I could.

   "Go ahead, Ben, have a taste," Grandpa urged: "She's as sweet as candy."
I knew he was beaming just by his voice.  I heard the chair screech
backwards a little, and then I felt Ben's warm breath on my slit.  I almost
lost it right there, but I held on for more.  Soon I was writhing and
bucking against my restraints, as Ben delivered about the best pussy
sucking I could imagine.  Oh god, if felt so fucking good: finally, a man
whose aim was to please, not tease, I chuckled to myself, admiring my
little play on words.

   "So, what do you think?" I heard my grandfather ask, interrupting my
reverie yet again.  Ben looked up and he must have been smiling because
Grandpa let out a bellowing laugh before Ben could say anything.

   "I wasn't lying, was I?" he gloated.  "Now, get this:"

   Standing at the other end of the bench, Grandpa grabbed a handful of my
hair in his hand and held my head up while he slid the little shelf back
under the bench.  He positioned himself over top of my face and thrust his
stiff cock into my mouth and began face fucking me wildly, no doubt showing
off for his friend.

   "Wow!" Ben exclaimed, as he stood up to get a better view.

   "Ha!  Now, watch THIS!" As before, Grandpa held my head tightly as he
slowly but steadily made his cock disappear down my throat.  He gave it his
all, and I could barely manage to take it all in without gagging.

   "Here, feel this," he ordered his friend, taking his hand and placing it
on my throat.

   "Damn, now that's some talent!" Ben proclaimed excitedly as he felt my
throat swelling up each time Grandpa pushed his cock down it.  "Let me have
a try!"

   Eager to please, as well as show off his talented granddaughter, the two
men switched places with each other.  Ben wasted no time shoving his
throbbing hunk of meat into my mouth, holding my head steady.

   "Now, don't be afraid to push it down her throat...she can take it!"
Grandpa instructed.  Lucky for me, his friend's penis was a bit thinner but
longer, so I could actually manage much easier.  Ben tightened his grip on
my head and slowly pushed his hips forward until his entire shaft was down
my throat.  I kept swallowing so I could avoid a sloppy scene.

   "My word...I've never...this is...this youngster is amazing!" Ben
finally announced, as he struggled for the right words.

   Grandpa chuckled again gleefully as he took his place between my legs.
Without warning, he stood before my exposed genitals and stuck his wet cock
into my wet pussy.  Of course by now there was no resistance whatsoever. 
It felt so good to finally have SOMETHING in there, I knew it wouldn't be
long before I was going to get off like never before in my life.

   The sight of each one pumping their cocks into me must have invigorated
the two of them, because they pounded my skinny body ruthlessly until I
heard them:

   "I'm...gonna...cum!" grunted Grandpa.

   "Me too!" Ben agreed, almost shouting.

   I could feel them shooting their loads into me at the same time, and I
struggled to swallow every drop of Ben's hot cum while Grandpa unloaded his
deep inside me.  They fucked me like jackrabbits, the bench lurching back
and forth as a result of their intensity.  Finally their motions slowed to
an easier pace, but they still didn't stop completely.  I heard them both
breathing heavily while they tried to keep going.  I guess they didn't want
it to end.

   Strangely enough, as good as it felt to me, I still didn't get off. 
Maybe it was because I was concentrating so much trying to keep from
gagging on Ben's cock, I don't know, but after the men were finally done
with me, I lie there unsatisfied.  Grandpa seemed to pick up on my silent
disappointment as he pulled the shelf back out and rested my head on it.

   I heard him slide another folding chair over, and they both sat down in
front of my swollen pussy.  I could feel Grandpa's thick semen leaking out
of my well-fucked hole.  They didn't say anything, and I wasn't sure what
was going to be next.

   "Damn, man, where'd you get all of this stuff?" I heard Ben ask.

   "I borrowed some of Ma's toys for the occasion," Grandpa explained. 
"Let's try some."

   Grandpa picked one from his workbench and ran it up and down my drenched
slit until it was slick from our mixed juices.

   "Good idea, start off small," Ben offered.  But instead of feeling it
enter my pink tunnel, Grandpa wiggled it around my asshole, and finally
slid it into my dark entrance, causing me to jump in surprise.  This
somehow excited him to no end, and he proceeded to bury it deep inside me.
After getting over the initial shock, I relaxed enough so that it began to
feel good.

   "This one might be too big.  I guess we'll have to try it and see," Ben
suggested, while Grandpa just grunted his approval.  Ben swirled the bigger
toy around my clit and all over my slick labia, teasing me with the thick
head of the dildo.  With some skillful maneuvering, he managed to push it
into my vagina despite the smaller dildo being drilled into my ass by
Grandpa.

   "Wow, this girl must be made out of elastic'" proclaimed Ben, as both
men began violating both of my holes at once.  Finally, I thought, some ME
time for a change.  As I lay back, I thought of everything that had
happened to me so far today.  All the flashbacks mixed in with the dildo DP
I was getting helped me to boil over into a massive explosion that
delighted the men.  I thrashed around on the bench, delirious with extreme
pleasure, and it took quite a while before my body finally came to a
resting state.

   While they took turns slipping the soaked dildoes into my mouth, I heard
Ben ask my grandpa: "Is it Sam's turn now?"

   Chapter Five

   Having finally got what I had been yearning for, I was relaxing in a
state of bliss.  I couldn't help but smile to myself at this latest
adventure: here I was tied down and made to be the sex slave for these old
men who treated me like some insignificant piece of flesh.  Hell, I
thought, they don't even think enough of me to talk to me or anything. 
Actually, it was kind of cool, being used for someone else's pleasure.  And
I was certain that they were enjoying themselves.
Plus, I still had another one of their friends to take on.  Just the
thought of it made me shiver inside with anticipation.  I imagined for a
moment that there were tons more old men from the neighborhood all lined up
outside waiting their turn to fuck me in all my holes.  My reverie was
broken when I heard Ben and Grandpa talking to each other in hushed tones.

This made me suspicious, and I concentrated hard to hear them.

   "Shall we get her ready now?  Where is it?"

   "Right there on the workbench.  No, hold on a minute.  I want to do
something first."

   "What the hell is that in your hand?" "It looks like some kind of scrap
of material."

   Silence followed, but I could feel one of them messing around with my
exposed pussy, pushing something inside of it.  The fingers were fat and
scratchy, so I knew it was Grandpa.

   "It's her thong," he finally answered his friend's question.  "I don't
want all that to get deep inside her.  It might be hard to get it all out."

   By now, I was dying to know what was going on, but the blindfold
prevented me from seeing, and I didn't dare say anything, especially as
long as they weren't talking to me.  I heard what sounded like a jar
opening, and then something stiff and smooth pushing against my labia.  I
had no clue...wait!  What was that smell?  It was very familiar, and it got
stronger smelling by the minute but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

   As if I wasn't confused enough, I heard Ben's voice:

   "C'mon over Samson, don't be shy."

   'Samson'?  Who the hell is Samson, I thought?

   "Can he still...er...well, you know?" My grandfather asked.

   "Naw, he's been snipped, just like you and me.  Only he can't even get
it up at all now, poor fellow," Ben replied, "but he sure does like his
peanut butter!"

   With that, I felt something so soft and warm on my pussy, it made me
quiver with delight.  It felt like liquid silk, and the lovely sensation
repeated over and over and over, intermingled with hot blasts of air
landing right on my clit.  Oh, I thought, this must be what heaven feels
like!

   "Would you look at him go!" my grandfather exclaimed delightfully.

   "Yeah, he's happy, alright, just look at his tail wagging," laughed Ben.

   'Tail'?  I was so distracted from having the best sexual experience of
my life, I could hardly put two and two together.  All I could do was
wiggle and squirm in delight, as the orgasms began to burst forth like
brilliant fireworks between my legs.  I was delirious with lust, as I held
on for dear life.  I could hear the men talking excitedly to each other as
they watched my body jerk and thrash around and my head shift rapidly from
side to side.

   Somewhere along the line, I managed to realize that Sam was Samson, and
Samson was Sam: and he wasn't one of the old men, but rather the old man's
dog!  I couldn't tell what kind of dog he was, but his tongue was huge, and
he had the stamina of ten old men, as he lapped up every drop of peanut
butter that they had spooned onto my slick mound.

   I had so many orgasms I lost count.  Apparently, Samson also liked the
taste of young girl juices as well, because he just kept licking me and
licking me until my head got dizzy and the room felt like it was spinning,
and then...

   ...I awoke and looked around, trying to remember where I was and what
had happened.  My blindfold was gone, and I had been freed from my
restraints.  It was totally quiet in the toolshed.  I could make out
Grandpa's back all hunched up over his workbench.  I tried to sit up, but
my body was so stiff, I moaned out loud as I tried to get my legs to work.

   Grandpa turned around and he had a big smile on his face.  Ben and Sam
were long gone by now.

   "Good afternoon, Princess!  That was quite a nap you had.  How are you
feeling?" he asked as he stood over me.

   "Mmmmm," I moaned softly, "sore...sore but good.  I could use a shower,
if I can ever figure out how to walk again."

   "Well, you put on one hell of a performance today.  I'm very proud of
you," he remarked, as he helped me to sit up and put my feet on the floor.
He helped me adjust my skirt and blouse, and he held my arm and walked with
me as I hobbled towards the house.

   "Oh, I forgot my thong!" I remembered.

   "No, sweetie, you have it," he answered.  "Well, technically, it's not
ON you so much as it is IN you."

   "Oh god, right," I answered, blushing at the thought.

   "You'll be fine after a nice hot shower and a good dinner my dear," he
reassured me.  "By tomorrow morning, you'll be all rested up and ready to
help Grandma and her Gardening Club ladies.  Wait until you see the
gardening outfit she picked out for you!"