From callisto@xtra.co.nz Wed Apr 16 04:11:18 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!ais.net!uunet!in3.uu.net!202.37.60.10!comp.vuw.ac.nz!ak.netlink.co.nz!auckland.ac.nz!news.hn.netlink.co.nz!clear.net.nz!not-for-mail From: Callisto <callisto@xtra.co.nz> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Story : (forced CD, MC, Fmf) Granny's Little Girl Date: Wed, 16 Apr 1997 01:11:18 -0700 Organization: CLEAR Net Lines: 400 Message-ID: <335489A6.31B5@xtra.co.nz> Reply-To: callisto@xtra.co.nz NNTP-Posting-Host: d1-u1.hmtn.clear.net.nz Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------266876DA690B" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0C-XTRA (Win16; I) This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------266876DA690B Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- BM --------------266876DA690B Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1; name="GLG.TXT" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Disposition: inline; filename="GLG.TXT" 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.= " --------------266876DA690B--