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Emma's Choice - 2
by BDG (catcheru@yahoo.com)
***
Emma was late getting up the next morning. Ian and
Derek just didn’t want to leave. Every time they said
their goodnights and gave me a hug, their hands would
end up sliding down my back to my bottom, under the
waistband of my leggings and into my knickers. First
Ian and then Derek, then Ian got turned on again by
watching Derek and would have another grope. Hence me
being so tired and oversleeping.
I opened the curtains. My room is at the front of the
house and looks out on to other similar houses
opposite, there is a bus stop on the other side of the
road a little to the right. I trot downstairs in my
bathrobe, rush a quick breakfast and then up to my room
to get ready for school.
I normally have a set routine for getting ready for
school, but with being so tired everything seems to be
out of place, and I end up walking around my room,
opening drawers, walking back to the mirror, remember
something, go back to the drawers and so on. Getting
ready takes far to long and I’m already late.
Pausing in front of the mirror I pull my pyjama top off
over my head, hook my thumbs under the waistband of my
PJ bottoms and push them down.
Stepping out of them I stand naked in front of the
mirror. “Well, I don’t suppose I’m a virgin anymore”.
Emma smiles to herself, though it’s a forced smile,
turns to the side whilst looking at her reflection and
then continues her disorganised routine of dressing for
school.
Finally ready and I still look a mess, my hair needs a
wash as it’s been two days now, but I wouldn’t have had
time to dry it so I only had a quick shower, Emma
thinks to herself. I hadn’t realised how much cum I had
on me. My lower body had been pretty well smeared and
there was lots of dried cum in my pubic hair. There
wasn’t much on my upper body as I had managed to
swallow most of it when I went down on the boys to save
getting it on my top, my mum would have killed me if
I’d stained my black pullover.
As ready as I can be, I grab my bag and go down and out
to the bus stop opposite my house.
***
Emma was in denial, she could not face the thought of
how she had lost her virginity. She hadn’t wanted to
lose it; it was taken from her. And the vile things
that she had done, and had been done to her. Emma in
her naivety had made all the wrong choices, and now to
late to undo them, she pretended to herself that all
was normal and that all the choices had been hers.
***
Kevin was seventeen and lived opposite Emma’s house.
He’d seen the people who lived opposite, a girl and her
mum, but didn’t used to take any notice until about six
months ago when he realised the girl had grownup from a
girl, to, well, a slightly older girl.
He was at college now, and normally only started after
09:30 so he was always in the house until after Emma
left. He had been watching her for a while now, his
bedroom faced hers across the road and he had a pair of
binoculars, which he had on a tripod so he could keep
his hands free. The first time he’d masturbated whilst
watching her the image was just a jumping blur, he’d
learnt from that and purchased the tripod.
As yet he’d had no more than a glimpse of Emma in a
towel some weeks previously, he’d never even seem her
in bra and panties. She was just so damn cautious and
seemed to have a routine getting changed and going to
bed and so on. He was becoming incredibly frustrated
with it, but he was determined to see a glimpse of at
least her breasts.
Kevin had fantasised about it many times, of a towel
slipping away before she could catch it or a robe
falling open, but she was just so damn prudish. Even
when he saw those two guys go into the house last night
he knew that it was probably just some sad homework
group, Jesus they looked so geekish, and the fat one
was gross, real computer nerds who probably couldn’t
get a hard-on if they tried.
So as ever Kevin sat looking through his binoculars at
Emma’s window in the hope of a glimpse. After twenty
minutes he was growing incredibly bored and his eyes
where starting to feel the strain. Maybe she was ill,
or he had missed her. Not knowing which he sat back and
rubbed his eyes. When he opened them again her bedroom
curtains where open.
“Shit”, why doe’s it always happen like that? I look
away for a second and I miss it. He sits back down and
squints through the lenses to see the door of Emma’s
room swing close. He knows from experience that the
door was shut as she left the room, so he knows that he
has again, missed it.
Kevin pops to the toilet, brushes his teeth and returns
to his room. As he is about to put the binoculars and
tripod away he notices Emma’s bedroom door open and
close, the light catches it to make it look dark then
light then dark again as it opens and closes.
He sits down and takes a look at who came in, thinking
that she had forgotten something and had to return.
Emma walked passed the window and was still wearing
those pink little-girl pyjamas, Kevin’s heart jumped.
Maybe he hadn’t missed anything after all. She seemed a
bit lost as she walked back and forth across the window
before pausing to look in the mirror. He knew there was
a mirror to the side of the window even though he
couldn’t see it, but he could see about half of the bed
and of course the door.
He watched as Emma paused in front of the mirror and
then pulled her top off over her head and in the same
movement pushed her PJ bottoms down. Kevin almost
passed out. His heart rate had leapt to about 120 a
minute and he started to shake noticeably. This he
barely noticed, as he was also unaware that he was
chanting, “fuck-yes-at-last, fuck-yes-at-last, fuck-
yes-at-last” over and over.
Kevin quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pull’s his already
hard dick out of his underpants, and starts wanking
furiously over the 14 year old Emma as she stands
totally naked in front of the open curtains, in full
view of anyone who would happen to glance up.
“Fuck me YES!”, Kevin said aloud. “Fuck me Emma you
fucking hot little bitch”. Emma was stood in profile to
Kevin looking in the mirror at herself whilst Kevin
continued to masturbate. He stared intently at Emma’s
firm naked breasts and how small but perfectly formed
her bottom was in profile.
“Please, please, please turn and let me see your
pussy”. This was the ultimate for Kevin, he wasn’t sure
why as he had been waiting to see Emma's breasts for
the past few months. But this was the prize all men
really wanted, tits fall out of every paper you open,
but pussy (especially that of a stunning cute fourteen-
year-old) was the ultimate goal.
Kevin got his wish. He was just wondering what the sexy
bitch was smiling at when, whilst still looking in the
mirror, she turns to give him a full frontal.
It’s more than adequate for Kevin. He gazes down Emma’s
body, gorgeous small firm breasts, pale pink nipples,
incredibly slim waist and has time to notice that her
pussy is a slightly darker auburn than her hair.
And then he orgasms with more intensity than he had
ever known before. Cum squirts out and hits the tripod
and past to the carpet and he doubles over as he cups
his hands over the end of his throbbing penis to try
and contain the flood of cum which continues to leak
out from between his fingers.
The nude Emma, no longer watched by Kevin, walks away
from the window unaware that her privacy has been
violated and that a man had masturbated himself to
orgasm to her naked body.
That night Kevin even though sore though self-abuse,
will masturbate to the mental image of a naked Emma.
Neither Kevin nor Emma will be aware that another will
also be masturbating to the same image.
***
Emma trotted down her path and across the road to the
bus stop at the same time that Kevin was cleaning up
his rather sticky tripod.
She practically skipped across the road and stood to
the side of the stop rather than sit on the bench seat
as there was a guy of about thiry-five’ish sat inside
in the middle of the bench.
It was one of those plastic stops with a clear back and
roof but no sides with a bench along the back wall.
She stood with her bag over her shoulder, legs crossed
at the calf and staring at the floor a few feet in
front of her. Typical teenage girl on her own pose. She
took absolutely no notice of the guy sat down, why
should she? He was an old nobody.
***
Damn, it didn’t work, he thought. He had deliberately
moved to the middle of the bench hoping that she would
sit near him. Never mind, he could still stare right at
her and pretend he was looking up the road for the bus
if she caught him looking.
He couldn’t quite believe that this girl, who close up
must be about fourteen, was the same one he had just
seen naked.
And not just a glimpse of a bit of leg, but full on,
tits out, look at my thatch, I don’t care naked.
And here she was not four feet away pretending that he
wasn’t even there. No more “I wonder what she’s wearing
above those white socks and under that skirt schoolgirl
look” for him. No, this very slight but very cute
schooly had shown him what most of the men in the
country think when they see an attractive girl in
uniform at the side of the road.
He was just thinking that the dark patch he had seen
between her legs was similar to her hair when she
glances back, he quickly refocuses his gaze to the
road.
Emma pretends not to have noticed the guy looking.
Great a perv, Emma thinks and shifts her bag a little
so that it hangs down and blocks a bit of the side view
of her skirt and leg. That’s all this sad loser is
gonna see.
He smiles slightly to himself, too late to cover up now
bitch, he thinks. You’ve nothing left for me to see.
Though he knows that he will catch the bus from this
stop for a while now.
***
The bus arrives on time (strangely) and the guy allows
Emma to board first, he would have let a female on
first anyway, even if they weren’t as fit and firm as
this one.
He sits near the front on one of those seats that face
inwards with his back to the window and Emma walks down
the bus to the back row.
Just before the doors close, a young lad bounds on to
the bus and sits about halfway down, looking around
almost nervously as the bus pulls away.
Two stops later and Ian gets on. Emma thought he might,
even though he normally walks to school because he
usually gets picked on when bigger lads see him on the
bus. She was obviously worth the risk. He practically
jogs down to the back seats.
“Hi-ya Em, you’re looking pretty sexy this morning”.
Ian sits next to her and gives her a full kiss on the
mouth. “Naughty girl, where where those lips last
night”?
Emma pulls back and blushing tells him he knows
perfectly well where they had been. Looking
particularly pleased with himself, Ian puts his arm
around her and enjoys the ride to school.
The obvious show of affection had not gone unnoticed by
the late arrival of the lad at Emma's stop. Her
neighbour from across the road had rushed down so that
he could get a good close-up of the girl he had just
masturbated to. And he felt that with this new added
dimension of a boyfriend, things could get even more
interesting.
The guy from the stop also noticed the possible
boyfriend, also where Emma was sitting on the rearmost
bench seat, he could see a good amount of her crossed
legs, especially when the boyfriend gave her that kiss
and her top leg rose a little as she lent back and he
caught a good glimpse of white knickers . He was
definitely catching this bus again.
Chapter Four
Emma spent the entire journey to school fighting off
Ian’s hands. Every 2 minutes he would grab her leg or
try and kiss her, she was starting to get a little
annoyed at him.
And, she noticed, two guys near the front of the bus
kept looking at her. One she thought lived near her and
the other was the older weird guy who was at the bus
stop.
Eventually the bus arrived at the school and being in
different forms for registration they parted and went
separate ways promising to meet at lunch.
As Emma had been a little late getting to school the
corridor to her class was virtually empty. As she
walked passed an open doorway a young lad grabbed her
arm, “Emma I need to talk to you”.
Emma thought the lad’s name was Gary but wasn’t sure,
he was a year below her.
The lad ushered Emma down the corridor. “What I need to
say is a bit private, lets go in here”. In the sudden
rush Emma didn’t notice the door they went through.
The door had just swung shut behind her. “Urrh! This is
the boy’s toilets, I can’t be in here”, she says
looking around at the stained urinals.
“It’s OK, nobody’s in”. Gary takes her hand and pulls
the protesting girl in to one of the cubicles.
Emma stands with her back to the closed door, arms
folded across her chest trying not to look at the
toilet or the graffiti crudely written in black pen.
“Now what is it that you feel you need to say to me in
the boys toilets?”
“Erm, just this”, he leans into her and kisses her on
the mouth, pushing his tongue between her lips, his
hands holding her forearms against the door.
“Mmmmff NO”. Emma pushes him away. “How dare you, you
can’t do that, what do you think I am?” Says an
indignant Emma.
“Well from what I heard, you’re a slut and an easy
fuck”.
Emma’s heart was pounding and she couldn’t get her
words out. “What? What do you mean? I’m not a slut? No,
I’ve only had sex with Ian twice and Derek once, and
that only happened last night, and I only sucked their
dicks because they said that I was nice. Doe’s that
makes me a slut?”. Emma sort of just blurted this out
as though it was a good defence.
Gary just stared at her with his mouth open. He hadn’t
believed Derek of course when he had phoned last night,
Christ the guy was almost off his head when he had told
Gary what had happened, it was all too unbelievable.
But he thought that he would check it out at school
just the same, especially when he had seen her get off
the bus with Ian.
But now he had trouble thinking, he hadn’t really
expected this. He had expected a slap to the face, but
Christ-alive, she’s a complete slag.
“OK”, said Gary thinking quickly, “you don’t want me to
tell the whole school about you Ian and Derek do you?
No, good girl. Now I always thought you were fit but
most lads think you're a bit stuck-up and a teachers
pet, but if you're nice nothing needs to change and no-
one will know, ok”?
He leans close again and kisses her on the mouth, this
time she doesn’t try to stop him.
Gary has his tongue down Emma's throat and she doesn’t
push him away. His left arm is around her waist and his
right hand, which was at first on the side of her neck,
has now moved down and is squeezing her left breast
through her school shirt.
“Oh-Emma, fuck me you’re fucking gorgeous”, he mumbles,
“how about it then?, you’ve already let those two sad
losers fuck you. What’s harm in one more”?
Emma pulls back and looks at Gary with a sad ‘please
don’t’ expression that gives Gary at instant erection.
Her shoulders sag and she slumps a little against the
door. There are slight tears in her eyes.
“Yeah, that’s it, good girl”. He moves her to the side
a little and reaches down then under her skirt, grabs
her flimsy white cotton knickers and pulls them down in
one movement. Unprompted, Emma lifts each foot in turn
to step out of them. She takes off her own blazer and
hangs it on the hook behind the door. Gary puts her
knickers in his blazer pocket.
Gary’s heart is about to explode. “OK Emma, erm, bend
over the toilet so that your head is on the cistern”.
She moves around him so that she is facing the toilet
with her back to him, she leans forward so that her
arms and elbows are on the cistern. He reaches down and
lifts the back of her skirt up revealing her small,
pale, perfectly toned bare bottom.
Emma, Looking over her shoulder say’s, “best be quick
or I’ll be late for class”.
Gary needs no further encouragement. The sight of
Emma’s firm, pale, knickerless bottom means he is
painfully hard. He unbuttons and unzips his trousers,
and pushes his underpants down to his thighs.
All the sex education he had received on unprotected
sex meant nothing as he takes his hard erection in is
hand, places the swollen knob against her perfect lips,
and begins to slowly push his dick in to the [almost]
willing fourteen-year-olds tight pussy.
Gary has his hands on the sides of Emma’s bare ass and
was watching the full length of his cock, now
glistening with her pussy juices, sliding in and out of
Emma’s tight cunt. He speeds up so that his thighs
slapped against her bottom.
Emma was trying to breathe through her mouth. She
thought the smell was disgusting, a mix of urine and
disinfectant. It was made harder by her beginning to
react to Gary’s increased thrusts. She knew that she
was being taken advantage of, but she didn’t want
people to know what she had done, and besides, she had
done it before so once more wouldn’t hurt. She just
hopped Ian didn’t find out, that wouldn’t be fair.
Emma began to make muffed ‘ummpffs’ as Gary slammed his
cock, up to his balls, in to her, she arched her back a
little to make his entry easier.
Gary couldn’t hold it any longer, he’d being going at
her about four minutes and he was surprised he had
lasted that long. He had both arms around her waist and
he pulled Emma’s bottom tight against him and ground
his balls into Emma's pussy. He pushed his hips as hard
against her as he could and pushed his dick as deep in
to her as it would go.
Gary exploded as a 13-year-old in a schoolgirls pussy
would. His dick throbbed and pumped, what felt like to
Emma, a gallon of cum deep in to her unprotected
virgina. She could feel his dick pulsing in her and
thick, gooey cum forcing it’s way deep in to her womb.
A cheer went up. There were whoops and cries of “yea”
and “fuck me”, whistles and laughter.
Emma, still bent over, looked up and saw that there
were four boys looking over the top of the cubical
walls, two on each side.
There was nothing she could do. Gary still had his dick
impaled in her, she couldn’t move or cover herself, she
burned of shame and humiliation, fresh tears filled her
eyes.
She put her head on to her arms and thought that this
is as low and shitty as she could feel. Her life felt
worthless to her now. All the hard work in study and
exams. Her impeccable behaviour to teachers. None of it
was worth anything, she was nothing if people found
out.
She now knew she was wanted for only one thing, Ian,
Derek and now Gary had shown her that. As long as she
let boys do this simple thing to her, she would be
somebody again. It was an easy choice, if she let them
between her legs, she’d be wanted, her life would have
a purpose. She thought it a simple choice.
She felt Gary pull his dick out of her and then, after
a few seconds, he pushed it back in. OK Emma thought,
if this is what they want.
He built up a similar rhythm as before with his thighs
slapping her bottom as he pulled it out to the tip and
slammed his full length in to her. Emma responded by
making far louder “UMMFFFPPS’s” as each stroke
penetrated her.
She could hear the boys, though quieter than before.
“...Look he’s fucking doing her
Shit wait till I tell Andy...
...Her name is Emma right?
Fucking hot bitch...
...she 13 or 14?
Shit she lives near me...”
Emma opened her eyes and looked down directly in to the
toilet, that’s where I am she thought. She looked
passed the bowl and she could see Gary’s feet. Was he
wearing trainers before? She heard a voice up on her
left and glanced up, there was Gary looking over the
top of the cubical.
Her head spun around and looked over her shoulder as
the Guy who had taken Gary’s place pumped his load of
thick cum in to Emma's already filled pussy.
She was wrong when she thought it couldn’t get any
worse. When Gary had pulled out another had taken his
place and the door was wide open and another four boys
where crowded around the entrance watching.
***
Emma missed registration. As she had been absent
without permission she had received automatic
detention. She didn’t care. After the second boy had
pulled his dick out her cum soaked pussy she looked
over her shoulder again at the crowd of boys.
She didn’t move, she was still bent over the toilet,
still with her skirt up over her waist, her small, pale
naked bottom on show and with her legs spread slightly
apart. Most had a good view of her pale brown bush, now
damp with her juices and that of the two boys.
She turned away and looked down in to toilet again. A
few seconds later, the pair of trainers she saw between
her feet were different from the last pair.
***
Emma sat in class. She stared blankly at her desk. Her
white shirt wasn’t tucked in to her skirt properly and
the top few buttons were undone, her bare breasts
pushed against the thin material.
When the last of the boys had finished with her in the
gent’s toilets, she’d tried to make herself look
presentable, she’d looked on the floor for her bra, but
one of the boy’s must have taken it. Also her knickers
were gone.
She slouched in the chair in the hard plastic chair. It
was uncomfortable for her to cross her legs, so she
kept both feet flat on the floor and her knees about
four to five inches apart. This caused the hem of her
skirt to be pulled tight across the top of her thighs,
this combined with her slouching in the chair had
caused the hem of her skirt to be a little higher on
her legs as would be advisable to a young girl sans
knickers.
Emma was oblivious to this, the desk shielded it from
her, but some of the boys in front had noticed her
dishevelled state and it didn’t take them long before
their gaze had drifted down a little.
There were four boys sat in front of her and two to her
right. After a bit of elbow nudging and a discreet
note, all six of them started to pay more attention to
Emma the teacher.
Emma was in shock. The last time she was in school was
Friday and she’d been the attentive model pupil, good
results, thought of by the teachers as a possible
future head girl, and also a virgin. Now it was Monday,
and has had unprotected sex with eleven boys from her
school.
She suddenly felt sick, she could feel bile rising in
her throat. She sat up straight then leaned forward a
little on her elbows concentrating on the desk, after a
few minutes it passed and she relaxed again.
She started to have flashbacks. Nine boys had just had
intercourse with her from behind, bent over a toilet.
She could still feel the bare bulbous knobs of their
dicks as they first entered her until they had throbbed
and filled her with their cum.
She had kept her eyes shut for five or six of them, she
didn’t even know who they were. But she was very aware
that they had all had seen her naked ass and no longer
innocent pussy. All had seen her small, firm budding
breasts. She had nothing, nothing left that was still
private to her. There was no part of her young body
that they hadn’t seen.
Emma didn’t realise how un-private her toilet gangbang
really was. She was naked except for her shoes when the
last four boys had fucked her in the stall. During
which two of the others had taken pictures of her with
camera phones.
They had taken more than forty pictures of her with
four different cocks in her. And even though she
thought she had kept her eyes shut, several of them
show her looking blankly in to the camera as the one
fucking her had pulled her hair and made her look up.
***
Duncan, Adam, Graham and Peter were the four boys sat
in front of Emma. Graham was the one who had spotted
her first, he had always thought Emma was hot but never
mentioned it to the other guys because they would mock
him for fancying a goody-good girl. But he was going to
tell them about this.
All four had been taking discreet glances back for the
past ten minutes trying for a better angle to see up
her skirt, but with the lights it was difficult to see.
When suddenly Emma sat up straight and leant forward on
the desk, her head in her hands. As she did so she had
unconsciously spread her legs so that her knees where
now about the same distance apart as her shoulders
causing her skirt to ride up almost to her waist.
Duncan who was looking at the time just froze, the
colour drained out of him. Catching a glimpse of white
knickers is one thing but this was a whole new level.
Adam, who had turned to speak to him, turned to follow
his gaze. Eventually all four were staring transfixed
at the sight. Emma’s bush was now completely visible to
anyone who looked back at her. She was effectively sat
in a class of thirty people, naked from the waist down.
Her light brown bush framed between her pale legs.
Graham put his hand in his pocket and started stroking
his rapidly hardening dick.
The two boys sat to Emma's right had noticed something
going on but could not see anything below her waist
from where they sat. But what they could see more than
made up for it.
With Emma leaning forward, her shirt hung down and with
the top few buttons undone her left breast was almost
entirely on view to them. Simon was only sat about
three feet to her right so had an excellent view, to be
honest it was the first naked breast he had seen. It
was small and round but firm with a pale pink nipple.
He nudged Ben who just caught a glimpse as she leaned
back and shut off the view of her breast and closed her
legs.
The four boys turned back around in silence. None could
still quite believe what had just happened.
Ben was a little peeved that he had only had a quick
look. At that second his phone vibrated to tell him he
had a message. He discreetly took it out of his pocket.
He began to feel as though it had suddenly gone warm,
he could feel his face begin to burn, but he was
smiling as he scrolled through the pictures that had
just been sent to his phone.
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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