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From: Callisto <callisto@xtra.co.nz>
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Subject: Story : (forced CD, MC, Fmf) Granny's Little Girl
Date: Wed, 16 Apr 1997 01:11:18 -0700
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Granny's Little Girl		By Panthier
	I met Sharon in a coffee shop in an out of the way part of Auckland, it =
was fashionably crowded and she had asked to sit at my table.  I had no o=
bjection, especially as she seemed quite interested in talking to me.  Sh=
e wasn't a stunning model type or anything, but she was pretty in a petit=
e way.  She wouldn't have been more than five foot tall and had a slender=
 build with small but perky tits.  But her smile more than made up for it=
, along with her large almond eyes that seemed to always be twinkling wit=
h some deep amusing mystery.
	We must have talked for over an hour, I told her a little bit about myse=
lf and she told me that she had recently lost her only living relative, h=
er grandmother.  I was suitably sympathetic and was delighted when she as=
ked me to help her carry her shopping home, especially as she only had tw=
o small parcels.  We took a bus out into the suburbs and I was really ama=
zed at how easy she was to talk to, in the fifteen minute ride she had ma=
naged to get out of me that I was currently out of work (not something I =
normally tell a girl I'm trying to chat up) and that I was single.  This =
seemed to be boding really well.
	Her house turned out to be one of the older ones, it had its own fenced =
section and was secluded from the prefab neighbours by tall trees.  We we=
nt up the old cobbled pathway through an immaculate flower garden and ont=
o the porch where she quickly unlocked the door and let us in.
	"Make yourself comfortable," she said, indicating the luxurious leather =
couch in the living room, "And I'll make us some afternoon tea."
	I put the parcels down on a coffee table and plomped into the couch, thi=
s was looking really good.  I used the ten minutes it took her to make th=
e tea to scope out the room.  It had one of those immensely high ceilings=
 from the days when they didn't scrimp on materials to save a few cents, =
the walls were papered in delicate earth tones and the furniture was a mi=
xture of dark wood and leather, all very posh.  There was a crystal cabin=
et that I initially mistook for a liquor cabinet and a writing bureau in =
its own little alcove.  What I did notice seemed to be missing was any ph=
otographs.  There were several landscape paintings on the walls but I rea=
lly would have expected a place like this to have at least a couple of fr=
amed photographs.
	Sharon came back in carrying a silver tray with a matching teapot, milk =
and sugar dishes and two bone china cups with saucers.  She put it down o=
n the coffee table by the parcels and then poured out the tea;
	"Milk?  Sugar?" she inquired.
	"Yes and no, thanks."
	She daintily added a drop of milk to each cup and then sat down beside m=
e before handing one to me.  I took a sip of the tea as she wiggled sensu=
ously into a comfortable position.  We then chatted for over an hour (I m=
ay have been thinking that I was going to get lucky but I wasn't so despe=
rate that I wanted to fuck her right now) and finished off the pot of tea=
, which equated to about four cups for me and one for her.  I had to excu=
se myself at that point and she directed me to the toilet.
	When I got back she had cleared away the tea things and her parcels and =
was sitting somewhat demurely on the edge of the sofa, her hands crossed =
in her lap and her eyes downcast.
	"Is there anything wrong?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
	"Oh, I just miss my grandmother.  I used to have tea with her about now.=
"
	I felt a bit guilty about trying to chat up someone in such a vulnerable=
 state.
	"Is there anything I can do?"
	"Actually, yes ..." She looked up and patted the couch beside her.  I to=
ok my cue and sat down next to her.  She put a hand on my leg and looked =
straight into my eyes, "I have some of her things in her old room, if you=
 were to put them on it would be like she was still here with me."
	To say I was astounded doesn't come close to covering it, and normally I=
 would have been out of there and half way down the road in the time it t=
ook to tell.  But I just couldn't break contact with those eyes, those be=
autiful almond eyes with their inner twinkle, surely I could do this litt=
le thing for her;
	"Um, well, maybe," I stammered out, not really sure I understood what sh=
e meant.
	She smiled as if I had just taken away a lot of pain from her life, then=
 got to her feet.  I did likewise and still befuddled, followed her out o=
f the room and down the hall.  The bedroom she took me into didn't smell =
musty, as I'd expected, instead it had just the faintest hint of lavender=
 in the air.  There was a large double bed with a quilted pink bedspread,=
 a pair of dressers and a very large free standing teak wardrobe.  It was=
 from the latter that she took an old fashioned full length night gown, i=
t was cotton with lace on the hem and bodice and satin tie ribbons for th=
e wrists and neck.
	"You'll have to get undressed first, silly," she said as I reached for i=
t.  I did so, the nightgown wasn't really that weird, I could handle it i=
f it made her happy and right now I got the feeling that making her happy=
 would make me happy.  I stripped off, not too worried about my slightly =
out of shape body, I couldn't see her complaining at this stage and then =
took the nightgown.  It pulled easily over my head and I let her do up th=
e lacing.  She then stood back, unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to t=
he floor, leaving her naked except for a pair of panties, her perky littl=
e tits not needing a bra.
	With an inviting smile she lay back on the bed and I needed no further i=
nstructions as I reached down and peeled her panties off to reveal a neat=
 little pussy.  I hiked up the nightgown and guided my erect cock into he=
r cunt, she was so wet that it slid in with only the tightness of her cun=
t to impede its progress.  What followed was the most intense fucking ses=
sion I had had up to that point, she was rampant, thrusting against my th=
rusts, wrapping her legs around my back to get better penetration, mounti=
ng me when I tired.  By the time we had finished I drifted straight off t=
o sleep.

	I awoke the next morning feeling pleasantly sated.  I looked over to whe=
re Sharon had fallen asleep but she had already got up.  I pulled back th=
e covers and noticed that I was still wearing the nightgown, well for sex=
 like that I could handle a bit of kinky and it actually was quite comfor=
table.  I got up and wandered through to an ensuit, running the tap and s=
plashing water on my face to fully wake up.
	That was odd, I didn't have my usual stubble.  Well, since I didn't have=
 my razor with me it was probably just as well.  I went over to the toile=
t, bunched the nightgown up around my waist and had a quick crap then aft=
er washing my hands I wandered out to see where Sharon was.
	I found her in the dining room where she had just finished setting the t=
able for breakfast,
	"Sit down and have some breakfast, lover," she said when she saw me, "an=
d I'll go fetch your robe so you don't catch a chill."
	I sat down somewhat bemused, but didn't worry about it further, breakfas=
t smelled wonderful.  There was fresh toast, already buttered, bacon, egg=
s and a pot of freshly brewed tea.  I had just starting eating when Sharo=
n came back into the room and insisted upon helping me into a quilted pin=
k bathrobe.  I tolerated her fussing and finished breakfast, then after c=
omplimenting her on a wonderful meal I went back to the bedroom to get my=
 clothes.
	That proved harder than expected, they should have been in the laundry b=
asket that Sharon had put them in last night but when I opened it up ther=
e was no sign of them.  I looked up as she entered the room;
	"I should probably get dressed now, do you know where my clothes are?"
	She giggled in a girlish manner, belying her age, "Of course I do, Grann=
y.  I'll help you get dressed."
	"Enough of this Granny stuff, its getting a bit weird," I replied.
	With a butter wouldn't melt smile she came up to me and gave me an affec=
tionate peck on the cheek removing the dressing gown from me.  She had to=
 stand on tip-toe to do it, but it brought her into eye contact, those lo=
vely almond eyes.  She then undid the ribbons on the nightgown and pulled=
 it off over my head, my arms were like jelly which made it much easier f=
or her.  She then carefully folded the nightgown and put it under one of =
the pillows before hanging the dressing gown in the wardrobe.  I just sto=
od there, wondering why I wasn't doing anything.
	Sharon then opened a drawer and pulled out a girdle, it was of a heavy w=
hite rubberised material with a satin diamond over the abdomen, padded br=
a cups and garters from the legs.  As she paced over to me, her eyes lock=
ed on mine, I was screaming to myself to make a break for it, but my body=
 just refused to move.  A moment later and I was stepping into the girdle=
 which she pulled up around my body, tucking my cock and balls into the g=
usset.  I was really freaking now as she did up the clips running up the =
back, straining to do the ones around my waist as she squeezed it down to=
 20 inches.
	Finally she did up all the clips and did the shoulder straps up, pulling=
 the cones of the bra cups to a horizontal position poking straight out f=
rom my chest.  I found that the material stretched just enough to let me =
breath shallowly and this combined with the terror made me feel quite lig=
ht headed and even less able to resist as she pulled white lace stockings=
 up my legs and attached them to the garters.  Next came a silk half slip=
 that fell in place around my waist and ran down to just above my knees a=
nd a pair of white leather ankle boots with 3" heels that forced me to le=
an forwards slightly and stick out my bum for counterbalance, really exag=
gerating the figure the girdle gave me.
	"Now, what shall we wear today, Granny?" she asked, totally rhetorically=
 as I couldn't blink, let alone talk, "Your twinset or your tweed suit?  =
The suit, I think."  She happily skipped over to the wardrobe and returne=
d with a white satin blouse that she 'helped' me into, inserting my arms =
first before coming round the front to button it up, it was tailored to c=
ome in slim at my waist and let out so as to not be stretched by the ampl=
e bosom the girdle gave me.  It buttoned to a very high neck that forced =
me to hold my head erect to breath and she spent several minutes fiddling=
 with a broach that pinned uncomfortably close to my adam's apple.  She t=
hen buttoned up the rows of buttons on the wrists before making another t=
rip to the wardrobe.
	This time she came back with a heavy tweed skirt that she pulled over my=
 head and down to my waist where she zipped it up, the waist rode quite h=
igh and as a result the skirt barely came down to my knees.  The final pi=
ece of clothing was a satin lined tweed jacket that she put on me and but=
ton up.  I felt quite restricted by the heavy clothing I was wearing but =
the growing pressure in my crotch told me I was also getting excited.
	"Now Granny, over to the mirror and I'll do your hair and make-up."  I l=
ead her lead me over to a chair and sat down, struggling somewhat to bend=
=2E  Sharon slicked my hair with some sort of gel before pulling a wig of=
 short, tightly curled brown hair off its wig stand.  She stood behind me=
, leaning forward so as to press her breasts against my back as she put t=
he wig on me and spent five minutes fiddling to get it to sit straight.  =
I looked in the mirror and was horrified, I looked like a woman in her si=
xties, a well preserved woman since I didn't have many wrinkles, but the =
conservative clothing and hair definitely aged me.
	The final step was make-up, she rouged my cheeks, applied a delicate pin=
k lipstick and brushed my eyelashes to make them appear thicker and longe=
r than they were.  I felt I should be revolted, but in truth I was so aro=
used that my cock was starting to hurt in the confines of the girdle and =
my breathing was becoming shallow.
	"Oh, Granny, you've come back to me!" Sharon wrapped her arms around my =
neck and shoulders from behind, snuggling her face against the side of my=
 head, "You were at the shop for just ages."
	I didn't know how to respond to that, but it didn't seem to matter.  Sha=
ron helped me stand up, and I must admit I wasn't feeling that steady on =
my feet.  She then hugged me again, nestling her head between my breasts =
before suddenly releasing me and stepping back to make eye contact again.=

	"It's playtime, isn't it Granny?  Please let it be playtime."
	I nodded dumbly.
	"Oh goody!" she exclaimed, and hiking up her dress to reveal she didn't =
have any panties on, she fell back onto the bed with a giggle.  I felt I =
was on automatic as I walked forward, got down on my knees and moved my f=
ace in between her legs.
	"Oh!" she squealed in delight as I began licking her cunt, "My second fa=
vouritist game.  Oh, lick harder Granny, chew my little clitty."
	I did as I was told, probing deeper and deeper into her cunt, breaking o=
ccasionally to nibble on her clit knob which sent her into spasms of plea=
sure each time.  I continued until my face started to hurt and her squeal=
s became more intermittent.  I looked up to see utter joy on her face.
	"That was a fun game, Granny," she burbled, bouncing up from the bed and=
 hugging me while I was still kneeling so that my face was pressed into h=
er breasts as she hugged my head.  "But now I have to get ready for schoo=
l, you'll help me get dressed, won't you?"
	She didn't wait for a reply, skipping out of the room.  I got to my feet=
 and used a tissue to wipe away her juices from my face.  This was truly =
weird, but at the same time I knew I would come if I even rubbed my crotc=
h at the moment.
	Sharon was back in less than a minute, carrying several items of clothin=
g which she dumped on the bed.  She unbuttoned her dress and let it fall =
to the floor, revealing that panties weren't the only thing she wasn't we=
aring.  She then handed me a pair of white cotton panties, then guided me=
 downwards as I didn't seem to know what to do.  As I had to get down to =
ground level to slip the panties under her feet I found myself on my knee=
s once again with my face pressed up against her pussy before I pulled th=
e panties up to cover it.  I stood up and she handed over a crisp white b=
louse next which I ran up her arms before coming round the front to butto=
n it up for her, my hands brushing against her breasts in the process whi=
ch made her shudder in delight.  Then came a dark green tartan gymslip th=
at had to go over her head.  The shoulder straps had to be buttoned in pl=
ace and there was also a pair of buttons either side of her waist that wh=
en I did them up they gave her a slender waist look that emphasised her b=
ust and hips.
	Then I was back down on my knees again as I put on her little white bobb=
i sock and shoes.  As I got up she managed to drape the hem of her gymsli=
p over my head so that I got a view of her pantied snatch on the way up.
	"Thank you, Granny," she said as she did a little twirl in her schoolgir=
l uniform, causing the hem to swirl up and reveal her panties yet again. =
 "And we've got time to play your favourite game before I go!"
	I was curious, I must admit, as to what could happen next.  At this poin=
t I seemed to be mostly back in control of myself and probably could have=
 left if I'd wanted to.
	Sharon had me turn to face the bed, then from behind she unzipped my ski=
rt and pulled it down around my knees before pushing me forward so that I=
 was kneeling on the floor with my upper body resting on the bed.  There =
was half a minutes delay as she opened a drawer and did something, then I=
 felt her fingers probing around my girdled bum.
	"I think this is my favourite game too, Granny," Sharon said, moments be=
fore I felt something hard and slimy pressing against my ass!  Apparently=
 there was a hole in the crotch of the girdle that she was inserting some=
thing through.  Any thoughts of protest went out of my head as I felt the=
 object slide between my ass cheeks and begin to vibrate.
	She barely inserted it a half inch before I came, my trapped rigid cock =
spurting for all its worth as I had the most intense orgasm of my life.  =
It seemed to go on for ages, spurting into the girdle and spilling out th=
rough the hole.
	"You were happy," Sharon giggled as she slid the vibrator in a little fu=
rther then began to kiss and squeeze my ass through the girdle material. =
 I felt another orgasm build up and rip through me and I think I nearly p=
assed out at that point.
	As I lay there face down Sharon removed the vibrator and after a short d=
elay returned it to its drawer.  She then dabbed down my bum with tissues=
, removing as much of the various fluids as she could.  By this time I ha=
d recovered enough that she could help me to my feet and zip the skirt ba=
ck in place.
	"I have to go to school now Granny.  Is it okay if I bring a friend home=
 for dinner and play?"
	I could only nod mutely in reply.

	I pottered around for the next several hours, its the only way I can des=
cribe it.  I did the breakfast dishes, having to remove the jacket and we=
ar a pair of rubber gloves to protect the cuffs of the blouse.  Afterward=
s I put the jacket straight back on, it just felt natural somehow.  I dus=
ted the lounge and dining room shelves, and finished by watching the midd=
ay news on the television.  If it wasn't for the pleasurable feel of my c=
ock rubbing against the girdle material I would almost of thought that I =
was an elderly lady.
	Sharon came skipping back in the door around 3pm, the skirt of her gymsl=
ip puffing up and showing off her clean white panties.  Following her in =
at a more subdued pace was a middle aged woman in a severe navy blue suit=
 jacket and slacks.  Her makeup was minimalistic and combined with her ha=
ir up in a tight bun to give her a stern look that she obviously cultivat=
ed.
	"See, Ms Greene, I told you my Granny hadn't gone away." Sharon said def=
iantly as she came over and gave me an affectionate hug before turning ba=
ck to face the newcomer, "So social services don't have to take me away."=

	"I must say I am surprised," Ms Greene replied, "Of course, I'll have to=
 ask your grandmother some questions to ascertain whether or not she is s=
till capable of caring for you.  It may be in her best interests to move =
into a seniors care facility and sell her house.  At her time of life car=
ing for a schoolage child could be more than she can cope with."
	"My Granny isn't selling her home!" Sharon interjected, her body stiffen=
ing in my arms, "She wants to stay in her home with me, forever."
	I got the feeling that I wasn't going to be part of this conversation, a=
nd that suited me just fine - I had no intention of giving myself away to=
 a social worker, especially as I had just begun to suspect that Sharon m=
ight be a bit younger than I thought.  Ms Greene seemed to be assuming th=
at my lack of input was a clear indication that I was senile.
	"Now, I understand your feelings, Sharon," she managed a facial expressi=
on even less sincere than the tone of her voice, "But we really must do w=
hat's best for you and your grandmother.  Now she really can't go on livi=
ng here on her own, if she had a nurse it would be different but ..."
	"So if Granny had a nurse then social services would leave us alone?" Sh=
aron piped in hopefully.
	"Well, yes.  But I suspect your grandmother would not be able to afford =
a fully qualified nurse."
	"I don't think that will be a problem, Ms Greene." Sharon's voice had go=
ne very cold and mature.  She pulled herself away from me and stalked tow=
ards the woman from social services, their eyes locked and I almost felt =
sorry for Ms Greene, I knew what was hitting her.
	"Thank you for applying for the position, Nurse Greene.  Granny thinks y=
ou're the ideal candidate and hopes you can start right away." Sharon sai=
d as she stopped just in front of Ms Greene.
	"Uh, I ..." Ms Greene had broken out into a cold sweat but there was no =
way she could resist, "Thank you, miss.  I can start straight away."
	"You may call me Mistress," Sharon said, her voice had taken on a friend=
ly tone, very different from the hostility she had been showing earlier, =
"and Granny will be known as M'Lady to you."
	"Of course, Mistress," she turned her attention to me for perhaps the fi=
rst time and curtsied, "M'Lady."
	"Now, we have a strict dress code for the help," Sharon continued, "I'll=
 write up a list of what is expected of your uniform and you can pick it =
up after you go back to your old office and resign.  Don't forget to upda=
te our file so that no-one else comes snooping around."
	"Yes Mistress."
	"Now go over and give my Granny a kiss while I write up the list."
	Ms Greene came over to me without any hesitation and putting her arms ar=
ound me, kissed me passionately full on the lips.  I responded by grabbin=
g her bum and squeezing her against me, getting a buzz out of feeling her=
 breasts crushing against mine as we continued to kiss until Sharon came =
over with the note to break us up.  Ms Greene took the note without readi=
ng it and putting it into her briefcase she left.
	We then had afternoon tea at Sharon's suggestion.  I found life much eas=
ier when I went along with whatever she wanted, and afterwards we picked =
some fresh flowers from the garden and put them in vases around the house=
=2E  Around five thirty Ms Greene showed up again carrying a dress box an=
d several packages.
	"Where shall I change, mistress?" she inquired.
	"Right here in the lounge will do just fine."
	Ms Greene didn't hesitate.  She put the packages down on the coffee tabl=
e and undressed completely.  She then opened one of the packages and pull=
ed out a white longline bra with padded cups which she put on immediately=
 and increased her bust size in one step from a meagre A-Cup to a fairly =
hefty C-Cup.  Next was a pair of white satin panties and a satin garter b=
elt which was soon connected to her thigh length silver grey stockings.  =
She put a pair of grey patent leather high heel pumps on the ground and s=
tepped into them, taking a moment to gain her balance due to her obvious =
unfamiliarity with 4" heels.
	Lastly came the dress box which she opened to reveal a grey satin dress,=
 it had short puffed sleeves and was double breasted in the front, Ms Gre=
ene deftly buttoning up the inside flap followed by the outside flap, the=
 material stretching over her enhanced breasts.  She buckled the wide bel=
t at her waist, then tightened it another four notches at Sharon's comman=
d, obviously causing her some discomfort as she reduced her waist to eigh=
teen inches.
	"Yes, that's much better Nurse Greene," Sharon commented as she bundled =
up Ms Greene's old clothes and dumped them in the trash.  "Now I think yo=
u should give Granny a check up while I put your things in your room."
	"At once, mistress.  If M'lady would remove her skirt and bend over the =
chair ...?"
	Sharon gave me a sweet little smile as she gathered up Nurse Greene's pa=
ckages and left the room.  I almost felt like an automaton as I unzipped =
the tweed skirt and let it slide down my legs.  Stepping out of it I walk=
ed over to the leather armchair, very conscious of my legs swishing in th=
eir stockings and sure that my erection was bulging even through the rein=
forced material of the girdle.  Bending over I exposed the hole in the cr=
otch of my undergarments.
	Looking back I saw Ms Greene move up behind me, two fingers in her mouth=
 as she coated them in saliva.  I then felt her peel back the edges of th=
e crotch hole and then her fingers slid into my ass.  It felt wonderful, =
my cock straining against the stretchy material of the girdle while she t=
wisted and thrust her fingers in and out.  I barely heard Sharon come bac=
k into the room.
	"Here's the thermometer, Nurse Greene," she said as she handed her somet=
hing, "I've lubricated it for you."
	"Thank you mistress."
	I was almost disappointed when I felt her fingers pull out, but they wer=
e immediately replaced by a familiar feeling from the morning as the vibr=
ator was inserted, easily sliding into my ass.  She pumped it for a littl=
e while, causing me to moan in pleasure, before she turned it on, making =
me come immediately as the orgasm rocked through me.  I was beginning to =
forget what life was like before today.
	"Was that good, Granny?" Sharon asked as she came around in front of me =
and nuzzled my face into her kilted crotch.
	"Yes, dear." I panted, nearly the first words I had said since she had d=
ressed me.
	"You love me, don't you?  More than anybody else in the whole world."
	"Yes, dear.  I love only you.  You're my little girl and always will be.=
"



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