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Sara the Sorceress Chapter 1: Golem
Sara's red-tinged brunette hair fell about her shoulders as she sat on Mrs. Harris' porch swing. A delectible sampling of her pert, young breasts showed over the collar of her white t-shirt. Her toned, flawless legs were exposed to mid-calf by her skin tight khaki shorts.
Sara looked up expectently when she heard the sound of the inner door opening, watching Mrs. Harris' clean, professional figure exit carrying two lemonades. Miss Harris, Anne Harris, wore a knee length black skirt with a partially unbuttoned white dress shirt. Her silky black hair, owed to her quarter asian heritage, slipped over her right shoulder as she leaned forward, giving Sara a lemonade, and a clear view of her voluptuous rack.
Anne took a seat next to Sara and brushed her hair back, starting their normal chit-chatty conversation, "Still no summer job, Sara?"
Sara, 15, wanted nothing more than to work like her friends, but in her small town most the summer jobs were reserved for family or had been siezed by better prepared high schoolers, "Nope, I've canvassed the whole town. Looks like I'm out of luck this summer, unless someone gets fired."
"That's too bad. Getting that summer income is pretty important at your age," Anne paused before continuing, "You probably wouldn't be interested, but I'd be willing to pay you to mow my lawn and do some general yard care."
Sara thought hard, how low would she stoop for that money, "I suppose so, some money's better than none. Not like I have anything to do while my friends are at work, aside from our lunches. Thanks Miss Harris."
"I'll leave the shed open for tools and the back door in case you'd like to use the rest room or take a break. There's Coke and more lemonade in the fridge."
Sara and Miss Harris finished their lemonade then looked around the yard for jobs. By the time Miss Harris left for work Sara had more than enough to do for the day. She mowed the lawn and weeded the gardens out front and along the house. About the time she finished the gardens Sara decided she should take a break and hit the rest room. To her dismay she found the back door locked, she dashed around to the front but it was locked too. Sara almost gave up and ran home when she remembered seeing a basement window slightly ajar while weeding along the house.
The window was pretty rusty but Sara pulled on it anyway, hard but without much hope. Surprisingly the window popped right open, its sudden release landing Sara on her butt. Sara picked herself up and slid legs first into the basement. When she turned arouhd Sara was confronted with a finely carved gray stone statue. From behind it looked every inch the height of ancient art, well detailed muscles and an athlete's ass. What she saw from the front gave her pause, an enormous, erect phallus protruded from the statue's crotch.
Staring at the statue and it's cock an irresistable curiosity came over Sara. Unthinking, she stepped toward the statue and reached down, gently touching the cock. It was hard, as she'd expected, but surprisingly warm. Sara suddenly became very shy and turned to find the bathroom, but something grabbed her from behind and she was lifted clear of the ground.
Sara flailed her legs wildly, kicking the legs of her assailant but they refused to budge. Sara found herself tipping forward and coming down, a little. The descent stopped when she felt a pressure between her legs, starting a renewed flurry of protests and pleadings, praying that she wouldn't be raped, praying that it wasn't the statue holding her.
The pressure began to move along her slit, over her clothes. It had drawn from front to back to front when the seam of her shorts and crotch of her panties opened with an explosion of material and threading. It wasn't long before the assailant's cock found her virgin opening. Sara knew, from school and her parents, that there should be pain, but there was none. All she felt was an intoxicating tingle that spread from her pussy, suffusing her body and stalling her resistance.
The invading member pumped slowly in and out of her pussy, intensifying the wonderful feeling with each thrust. Sara's hips began rocking against each thrust without her consent. She tried to stop, but found her lower body unresponsive.
As the thrusts deepend Sara's feeling intensified until it bordered on pain, then it exploded. Her limbs shook uncontrollably and her eyes rolled into the back of her head while torrents of girl cum rolled down her thighs.
A few creaking groans from below her were all the warning Sara got before something let loose and she spilled to the floor. Sara held herself on all fours momentarily but her arms and legs gave out and she collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.
To be continued...
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