Angie’s New Collar (part nine of series)

    She was procrastinating pretty desperately. Her mother insisted that they all go to church on Easter morning, if no other time, and yelled up the stairs at her again. Angie lay on her bed, her white tights abandoned halfway on, snuggling with the stuffed bunny that Cara had given her. She nuzzled her face between its ears.

“I’m almost ready!” Angie called back, sighing and sitting up reluctantly to finish pulling up her tights. She twisted her hair up and grabbed a wide tortoiseshell barrette to secure it with as she left her room.

“Take that thing off,” her mother frowned, glaring at Angie’s collar when she came downstairs.

“Can’t. I don’t have the key.”

Angie rolled her eyes when her mother walked back into the kitchen. She bent over to pull up the straps on the heels of her sandals and didn’t even have time enough to react between feeling a cold sensation on her neck and hearing the quick ‘snick’ of scissor blades. The buckle and lock rattled as her collar fell off. Angie caught it on its way down, turning to stare in shock at her mother, who was still holding a pair of kitchen shears.

“Mother!” she gasped.
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 Angie’s Long Day (part six of series)

   Cara had called the night before, telling her that she had a present for her. She’d arrived at Angie’s house about fifteen minutes before school started, after Angie’s parents had gone to work. She carried a small white gift bag, its handles tied together with a red bow.

“What is it” Angie asked in anticipation. She knew it had to be something good.

Cara walked on into the kitchen and handed the bag to her. “Go ahead and open it.”

She pulled one end of the bright red ribbon and reached in, pulling out a small but sturdy leather harness that had a little padlock in the buckle located on one side. Angie giggled.

“Take off your skirt and panties and stand on the chair,” Cara told her. Angie obeyed, stepping up onto one of the wooden dining chairs. Cara took the lock off and had her step through one loop of the harness, then pulled two toys from her purse. She secured them through separate holes in the crotch of the harness, snapping them into place. She slid the one closest to her between her lips, lubricating it with her mouth, just in case, and inserted it into Angie’s cunt. Angie moaned a short moan and smiled. Cara walked around behind her and sucked on the slightly smaller toy, being sure to leave more saliva on it, and spread the younger girl’s ass cheeks, pushing the fat little pink cock inside. Angie grunted at the sudden presence of it and squirmed as Cara tightened all of the straps, then buckled and locked the harness at her hip.

“There. You’ll wear that until I see you tomorrow evening,” Cara said cheerfully.

“Tomorrow” Angie gaped at her.
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 Angie’s 14th Birthday Gift (part one of series)

    She was so nervous she could hardly contain herself as her parents got ready to go out. They felt safe leaving her home by herself, now, since she had Davey to protect her. Just a few days before, Angie wouldn’t have even dreamed of the things currently running through her mind. The difference between then and now was that one of her friends had sent her a forwarded e-mail, saying OMG this is sick! You have to see it!” When she opened the file, she’d at first been stunned to see a huge Great Dane fucking a woman as if she were another dog.

After getting over the shock, she played the file again. She was surprised to find that her pussy was tingling. That was when she started hatching the idea to try something with Davey. She felt strange even thinking about it. She had kissed boys a few times, but she’d never so much as been felt up. She masturbated, sure, but that was all. The thought of doing something that seemed so ‘bad’ excited her so much that she couldn’t resist acting on it. She had started seriously planning.

It took all of her self-control to not raise her parents’ suspicions by hurrying them out the front door. When they finally left, she turned the locks and went to the sliding glass door off the kitchen, where Davey had been very happily playing with a few of the abundance of toys she’d demanded he needed. She made loud kissing sounds until he bounded toward her, tongue lolled out and happy to see her again. She patted him on the head and tempted him with baby talk until he came inside, then she shut the door behind him.

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