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Inside Grandpa's Toolshed

Date: 11/24/2015, Categories: Fetish, Group Sex, Taboo, Author: billy69boy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

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 ...