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Emma's Choice - 5
by BDG (catcheru@yahoo.com)

***

Chapter nine

Emma told her mum that she had flu. She'd been in bed 
or moping around the house for the past two weeks. 
Fortunately it had overlapped the school holidays so 
she hadn't really missed anything but her mum had 
collected the holiday course work so she wouldn't miss 
anything.

Of course she didn't have flu, that was just an excuse 
for her mum's sake. Her illness was more in her head, 
now that the bruises and swelling had gone.

She remembers staggering back to the house through 
vaguely familiar streets, her legs had felt shaky and 
she had a stabbing pain in her groin. She was shivering 
from the cold as she only wore a T-shirt and that had 
been ripped up the front, she'd felt a dampness under 
her skirt.

By the time she had made it back to her house it was 
fully dark. She had gone in via the back door, and 
luckily, her mum had fallen asleep in the living room 
watching television.

Emma walk's slowly up the stairs, each step sending a 
stabbing pain from her groin to her stomach, causing it 
to cramp. When she made it to her room she let her 
shoulders slump, and her shredded T-shirt had slipped 
off her shoulders down to the floor. She eased off each 
trainer and slowly inched her skirt down, past her 
bottom and then letting it drop from her knees. She 
concentrated on not throwing up as she bent forward. 
She was naked under the T-shirt and skirt of course, 
she couldn't even remember if she had worn any 
underwear when she had set out so many hours ago.

Her breasts and thighs were red and blotchy and her 
back felt bruised. Her pelvis, stomach, and the top of 
her legs had patches of dried, caked cum which flaked 
off as she brushed it with her hand. The thicker 
patches around her groin were still gooey and stuck to 
her fingers, she absentmindedly wiped them on her bed 
spread.

Emma pulls her robe off the hook behind the door, and 
shuffles slowly to the bathroom.

That was two weeks ago, and although she was now fine 
physically, she knew that she was mentally screwed. 
Which she thought, was ironic.

The flashbacks were the worst. Once she had woken 
herself up in the middle of the night. She awakes on 
her back, on the bedroom floor. Her pyjama top pushed 
up over her breasts, her bottoms down around her 
ankles. She had one hand on her breast, kneading and 
squeezing it roughly, her other hand had three fingers 
jabbing in and out of her pussy, masturbating 
furiously.

Emma seemed to be day dreaming, she looked down her 
body; past her erect nipples to her fingers, ramming in 
and out of her wet cunt, her hips bucked as she 
orgasmed again and again, cumming over her own fingers. 
Breathing heavily, she puts her head down and closes 
her eyes, that was when she flashed back.

She's on a hard tile floor, she can see a florescent 
strip light and a white ceiling. Then a man's red and 
sweaty face appears inches away, he's grunting and 
looking straight in her eyes. He smiles as he goes 
still, she can feel him tense. Then there's a throbbing 
and she feels warmth spreading in her.

She looks down and sees that the man she doesn't know 
is lying between her legs, his dick buried in her 
pussy. She watches as he pulls it out, its entire 
length and knob glistening with his cum and her juices. 
He stands up and walks away to chat to some men she 
hadn't noticed. She turns her head to the side and 
there are more men, about ten maybe fifteen. 

When she looks back up there's another face, this time 
of a boy who must be younger than her. She keeps seeing 
faces above her, one replacing another replacing 
another. Some put their head besides hers and put their 
hands under her shoulders, she wants to hug them back 
but cant move, she doesn't know why they keep rocking 
up and down. She knows that after a few minutes they 
will get and leave. Then...

...She knows this face, seen it before, somewhere? Not 
sure, familiar, friendly, safe? He sort of looks like 
Mr Green, her neighbour, but his face is so close and 
distorted with a manic, almost evil grin... he's 
talking to her... saying something... 
something..."yes... fuck yes... yes at last 
you..fucking..slut..Emma.".. and... and then she feels 
him tense...

...Emma shakes her and looks around. She's in her 
bedroom, alone. She quickly pulls up her pyjama bottoms 
over her damp pussy, covers her breasts and climbs back 
in to bed.

That was the worst of the flashbacks. They're 
diminishing, but still take her by surprise. Usually it 
just happens when she least expects it. Like when she 
had cereal this morning with her mum at the kitchen 
table. She closed her eyes to yawn and then the back of 
the chair felt like a wall, and when she opened her 
eyes she saw a black youth grinning at her... her legs 
around his waist.. his cock pumping her full of black 
cum. She blinked and he was gone.

She had made her excuses and left, rushing to the 
bathroom to throw up.

***

She decided it was time to go out of the house and get 
some air. School had been closed for a week now and 
still had one more week of holidays to go.

For the walk Emma dressed differently than her normal 
attire. She took out a new pair of knickers, pulled on 
tracksuit bottoms and slipped on a zip up fleece 
jacket. She wore the same trainers as she had on during 
the gang rape but she didn't notice.

It was a slightly overcast day with a cooling breeze, 
perfect she thought for a short walk to the local shop, 
ten minutes each way. She asked her mum if she wanted 
anything, pocketed some change and stepped out in to 
fresh air for the first time in a week.

The wind was behind her on the way to the shop and when 
the sun came out she started to feel the heat, she 
pulled the zip of the fleece down and pulled the collar 
apart a little and welcomed the cool air.

She reached the shop and browsed around a little 
choosing a magazine. She'd noticed the Asian guy behind 
the counter watching her but assumed that it was 
because of her age and kids nicking things.

She put the magazine on the counter and paid. This guy 
is definitely odd she thought, just then he seemed to 
drop the change he was giving her and it clinked to the 
floor. She bent down to pick it up and he came round to 
help. He was crouched down in front of her but didn't 
seem to be trying to hard to fine her change. Satisfied 
that she had it all, she thanked him and left the shop.

Walking in to the wind now the sudden coolness hit her 
on her stomach and she put the magazine under her arm, 
felt for the zip with one hand and the jacket hem with 
the other and looked down just as she was pulling up 
the zip.

She was naked under the jacket. She froze. Emma was 
convinced she had put on a T-shirt before putting her 
fleece on. She had a sudden flashback that she was 
walking down the street in a ripped T-shirt and 
everyone pointing at her bare breasts.

She shook her head, now she realised why the shopkeeper 
had been watching her so intently. No wonder he had 
been so odd helping her pick up her change. He would 
have had a perfect view of her pale nipple tipped tits. 
The old perv is probably whacking off now behind the 
counter, she thinks.

Emma pulls the zip up to her neck and quickens her 
pace, suddenly feeling unsure of herself.

She stops again suddenly. Was she not wearing knickers 
either? She couldn't remember. She slipped her right 
hand down the front of her tracksuit bottoms, her hand 
ran through the hairs of her bush and her index finger 
slipped automatically in to her pussy. She let out a 
small moan as she pushed her finger in to the second 
knuckle

Well, she thought, definitely no knickers.

***

None of Emma's movements had been lost on the man who 
had been walking down the road behind her. 

He'd been watching her tight ass cheeks flex as she 
walked, so almost walked in to her when she stopped 
suddenly. And what do you know, the hot little bitch 
was stood at the side of the road with her hand down 
her pants frigging herself.

"Hey-hey there sexy girl, you don't wanna be doing that 
here when you gotta big guy like me around."

Emma, caught a little unawares, just gives this strange 
dark skinned man her usual winning smile.

The man takes her by the arm, the one not in her pants, 
and leads her across the road.

"I give you sexy English girl something much better, 
much bigger, yes?"

Emma about to protest.

"No-no, no understand, but come with me, it be good 
ok?"

As they walk up a garden path the man slips his own 
hand down the back on Emma's tracksuit bottoms, and 
cups her perfectly formed, knickerless ass. He chuckles 
to himself as he thinks its as firm as he had thought.

***

She sits astride the man, the full length of his brown 
cock buried to his balls in her pussy. Her hips rocking 
faster and faster back and forth. She has her arms 
around his neck looking straight in to his eyes as she 
rides his rock hard cock.

The man reaches up and pulls the unzipped fleece off 
her shoulders and drops it to the floor, he lowers his 
head and takes one of her small firm breasts in to his 
mouth.

The man starts swearing, at least Emma thinks he is as 
she's pretty sure it isn't English. But she can make 
out what sounds like 'fucky-yeah-ryditbitch!'

He suddenly puts his arms around her, grabs her ass 
checks and holds her close, she feels him climax, his 
brown cock pumping his seed deep in to the grateful 
young girl. She grinds her groin against him.

She leans back breathing heavily, her cheeks glowing 
red from the post coital sex, she brushes her hair away 
from her face. Still impaled on his brown cock she 
looks over his shoulder and beams her best smile at the 
four men that have just entered the room. "Hi, I'm 
Emma."

***

Their not speaking in English so she's doesn't know 
what their saying, but she can make a fairly good 
guess. The only that words she caught sounded like: 
inglishslut, eesefook, and tytkunt.

She is still naked from her sex session, but she is so 
easy with her nakedness that she just stands there 
looking around the room. Its cheaply furnished, most 
items look as though they came from a skip, the only 
thing new being the tv.

One of the men steps forward and guides her by the 
shoulders to the bay window at the front of the house. 
He pulls the net curtains aside and turns Emma so that 
she in the middle of the bay facing the window.

He pushes her forward so that her breasts touch the 
cold glass instantly making her nipples erect. She 
grabs the window frame at shoulder height with each 
hand.

Emma can hear the sound of his zip going down, then she 
feels him step up behind her.

The second Croatian immigrant pushes his erect penis in 
to Emma's already wet cunt, which slips in easily. He 
pulls back then thrusts forwards his thighs slapping 
against Emma's small bottom.

***

Robert is twelve and has only had his paper round for a 
few weeks. He didn't like delivering to this part of 
the area. Even though the 'nice' houses where close, 
this part was always a bit iffy, especially this one he 
was approaching. He thought there was eight or nine 
foreign men living there and he didn't think any of 
them worked.

He took a paper from his sack and stared to fold it as 
he walked up the path to the door. He froze. There was 
a girl in the window, and 'SHIT' she was topless, he 
could see her tits.

He tried to pretend that he wasn't looking but he 
couldn't stop staring, then his mouth fell open when he 
realised that there was someone moving behind her and 
'SHIT' he's fucking her!

Robert couldn't believe his eyes he was actually 
watching two people have sex. His eyes rose from the 
girls tits to her face, fuck me he thought, it's that 
girl from school.

He had of course heard of Emma. All the younger boys 
had. She was almost a fable in his year. A stunning 
cute and sexy fourteen year old who had been fucked by 
most of the older school kids and would let anyone who 
asked fuck her. He had heard the tales but didn't know 
if it was true. He had seen her around but didn't 
believe it, she just looked so... so normal.

***

Emma saw the young boy outside and waved, he smiled 
back and raised his hand, she was glad to see a face 
she recognised.

She wasn't embarrassed about what was happening, Emma 
didn't get embarrassed when it came to sex. She had had 
sex in front of other people so many times so thought 
it natural, so the fact that people passing outside 
didn't bother her. She smiled again at the paperboy.

The second guy exploded in her womb, filling her for 
the second time. She clenched her butt cheeks together 
to milk out as much cum as she could.

The guy withdrew his penis and having noticed the boy 
outside shouted something in a foreign language to the 
others. One of them went to the front door and motioned 
for the boy to enter.

***

Robert was a little weary of entering at first, after 
all, there where six unknown coloured men in the living 
room, but as soon as he saw Emma his sexual interest 
overcame his apprehension.

He stood with his paper bag over one shoulder. The 
other men behind and to his side.

Emma stood with her back to the curtain-less window, 
naked except for her white trainers. She could feel the 
cum of the two men start to dribble down her inner 
thigh. So that none escaped, she crossed her legs at 
the ankles and her arms, with her hands together, made 
a V shape pointing to her bush, pushing her small 
breasts slightly together. She tilted her head to the 
side and beamed her best smile.

"Hi, I'm Emma. You go my school don't you?"

The six men and one boy in the room instantly had 
painfully hard erections.

***

There was a small crowd watching now. Emma had been 
fucked hard by four of the men and the fifth one had 
opened the bottom of the sash window, sliding the 
bottom half up. He had motioned for Emma to lean out 
over the windowsill so that her upper body was out the 
window, then he hard started to fuck her like a dog 
from behind.

As firm as Emma's naked breasts were, they still 
jiggled back and forth with the pounding she was 
receiving from behind. The man took her hair in his 
hand and pulled it back so that those outside could 
easily see her face and bare tits.

There was a small cheer from the crowd at this. They 
could hear the slapping of the mans thighs on the young 
girls bottom as he thrust forwards.

The guy behind whispered in Emma's ear. She looked back 
over her shoulder and said "NO! It's not true."

The man pulled out and then slammed forward almost 
knocking Emma out the window. He whispered to her 
again.

Knowing that she had no choice she decided it wouldn't 
really hurt and she knew that men liked to hear girls 
say such things.

She looked out at the gathered crowd.

"Fuck me", Emma said. Then louder. "FUCK ME!"

"OH-YES, FUCK FUCK F-FUCK!"

The crowd jeered and shouted obscenities at the young 
girl. But Emma thought they were just encouraging her 
so she shouted back.

"God I love being f-fucked!"

The man increases his rhythm.

"I'm a slut... love cu-cum...I'm a cum s-s-slut... As 
the man pounded her harder.

"Please fuck me...I want your d-dicks in me...I want 
you between my legs and your cock in my cunt. I want 
you to fill me with your cum...I'm a sch-schoolgirl 
slut who loves being FUCKED!"

"How old are you?" One of the crowd shouted.

"Fourteen", she shouted back

"What's your name?"

"E-Emma."

"Which school do ya go to?"

She told them.

Emma knew the crowd was loving it, they'd started to go 
a little wild, pushing and jostling each other for a 
better view. Several of the men started to walk up the 
path to the front door.

The man still fucking Emma from behind didn't like the 
crowd approaching so he pulled the top of the sash 
window down until it stopped on Emma's back. She was 
now half in, half out of the window, bent at the waist.

The lead guy stepped over the flowerbed to the open 
window and stood in front of Emma shouting obscenities. 
"You're a fucking little slut aren't ya? Here, make use 
of that dirty fucking mouth of yours."

The man, who was shaven headed and probably weighed 
four times more than Emma. Stood in front of her and 
unzipped the flies of his jeans. He pulled out his 
already hard cock and pushed it towards Emma's mouth.

She opened her mouth and the man pushed his cock down 
her throat. He took a handful of Emma's hair in each 
hand and started to seriously face fuck her, taking 
long lengths in and out of her mouth, forcing his cock 
deeper down her throat.

A man stepped to either side of the trapped girl and 
each pulled her hands away from the windowsill and 
wrapped her small hands around their large dicks. She 
started to masturbate them instantly.

***

Robert looked at the girl from his school called Emma. 
She had a dick in her cum filled cunt, one in her 
mouth, and she was wanking off another two guys with 
each hand. Robert couldn't help himself, he doubled 
over as he came in his pants.

***

After the second Asian guy had shot his load in to 
Emma's pussy, he withdrew to be replaced by another. 
Who eagerly continued fucking Emma's cunt.

Emma felt the guy in her pussy cum just as the big guy 
she was sucking came in her mouth. He had held on to 
her hair as he came so she had to swallow it or choke. 
She had just managed to swallow almost all except for a 
little that dribbled down her chin. She would have 
wiped it away but she had her small hands wrapped 
around two cocks.

Her left hand suddenly became wet as that man came. Her 
hand was soon filled with another fresh dick and she 
started wanking it with a cum-slick hand.

As the big guy pulled his spent cock out of Emma's 
mouth, she looked up and was shocked at how large the 
crowd had grown. About thirty men now filled the small 
front garden and path, all eager to be either wanked or 
sucked off by this slutty schoolgirl.

She felt the third guy fill her pussy as a new dick was 
introduced to her mouth.

***

They let her use the small bathroom to clean up. All 
the men in the house had taken a turn with her. After 
that, they had pulled her back in and closed the 
window. A small riot then exploded in the front garden 
from those who hadn't yet been introduced to her.

Emma leisurely soaped her-self clean, starting with her 
arms, down her breasts, stomach, groin and lifting each 
leg, bent at the knee, until she felt all fresh again. 
She hummed quietly to her-self.

The four men in the bathroom watching her had painfully 
hard erections which would need taking care of before 
she left.

***

Robert, the paperboy, walked Emma home, his undelivered 
papers still in his bag.

"Are you sure you're OK?" Asked Robert.

"I told you I'm fine, but I could really have done with 
brushing my teeth." She flashed him a smile.

Robert couldn't help but think how many penis's had 
just been in her mouth, ten? twenty? He didn't know, he 
would be surprised if Emma did either.

"Is this something you do often?", Robert inquired, "I 
mean, if you don't mind me asking."

"No, it's OK. And I don't have sex like that all the 
time, but, well, those men all wanted me and I think it 
was nice. You know, to be wanted like that, it makes 
you feel 'special', you know?"

No, Robert didn't know, he thought it made her a slag, 
but he wasn't going to say it.

"There aren't normally so many men", Emma continued, 
"usually there are just four or five from school but 
even then they don't all fu... I mean, have sex with 
me, well usually they do", she turns and grins again, 
"but other times they just cum in my mouth."

Robert was quickly growing hard again listening to Emma 
recount her sexploits. His pants where still damp from 
him creaming them before, but he felt he would be 
quickly able to get hard again.

Emma continued as though she was discussing a normal 
day of a normal schoolgirl.

"Usually on the way to school I will end up sat at the 
back of the bus on someone's lap. The back of my skirt 
will be up over my arse and my nickers will be down to 
my thighs riding the dick of one of the older boys. 
It's only a short ride, to school I mean, so only one 
of them cums in me, though once I managed to do it 
twice."

"It's a shame that knickers are part of the school 
uniform, otherwise, like, what's the point, you know 
what I mean?" Robert glances at her and nods.

"Then I'll usually meet up with one or two at lunch, 
usually in the boys toilet. Blushing, Emma says. I like 
doing it in there, I'm not sure why but I always cum, 
and there's usually a queue now, you know, of boys, so 
I often miss lunch."

"Then I'll hang with my gang at night. Where there may 
be seven or eight lads."

Robert was now seriously hard and was having matching 
Emma's pace. "S-so", he stutters. "How many a day do 
you have s-sex with, like, on average?"

Emma looked up and pondered the question, her lips move 
in silent count. "Well, maybe eight or nine. I did used 
to keep count but after about when forty of the boys at 
school had had me I gave up, like what was the point? I 
knew then that they all liked me."

Yea, thought Robert, liked your pussy you mean.

They had reached Emma's house now and Emma thanked 
Robert and started to walk away.

"Erm, just a minute Emma, I did walk you home, don't I, 
you know, get anything?"

Emma gave him a quizzical look. "What do you mean?"

Robert started to blush, "Well, I want to fuck you like 
the other guys did."

"Oh", Emma said. "Sorry, I thought you already had."

She took his hand and led him to the back door of the 
house.

"We can't go inside, my mums in."

Emma looked quickly around; then dropped her tracksuit 
bottoms, she went to push her knickers down then 
remembered she wasn't wearing any. She put her arms 
around Roberts neck and lifted one leg so that it was 
bent ninety degrees at the knee.

Robert wasted no time and quickly pushed down his own 
bottoms. His hard cock sprung straight out. He needed 
Emma's help in guiding it to the right spot. After all, 
he was a virgin.

Robert was not that lost in the moment that he didn't 
wonder why Emma had looked around as though checking no 
one was watching, the back of her house was overlooked 
by about six houses and it was broad daylight. He 
guessed that after what had just happened to Emma, 
being watched by your neighbours as your fucked by a 
twelve year old boy wasn't really that big a deal.

Three minutes later, all thoughts of who was watching 
where quickly replaced as he filled the girl with his 
virgin seed. Emma looked in to his eyes the entire time 
he orgasmed. He bent his head forward and tip-toed, so 
as he could reach, and kissed her lightly on the lips 
as his dick spurted one last time, "Th-thank you Emma."

Emma beamed, "You're welcome Robert."

***

A few minutes later he was walking out the drive. He 
had only taken a few paces when he turned around and 
walked back to Emma's front door. He carefully took a 
magazine out of his bag, folded it methodically, and 
slowly push's it through the letter box, his lips move 
slightly as he did so. "It wouldn't have been right if 
they had taken her magazine as well." Then he 
straightens his paper laden bag and walks purposefully 
down the road.

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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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