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Emma's Choice - 6
by BDG (catcheru@yahoo.com)
***
It's my fault. Everyone's responsible for their own
choices I know that, but sometimes people can be
influenced to make the wrong choices and then their
lives can follow a different path from that point
onwards. (M/f-teen, ped, nc, rp)
***
Chapter 10
Emma thought back to the paperboy. He had been cute, a
bit young perhaps, she thinks he was about twelve,
maybe? But he had shown gentlemanly manners when he had
walked her back home. Also he hadn't been rough with
her when he had fucked her against the wall of her
house, most of the men usually were. "And he thanked
me! Cumming in me is all most of them care about," she
thought to herself.
She knew that her language and manner had become
increasingly course of late. It was difficult not to be
influenced by those you associated with, your peer
group.
And Emma's peer group had become a particular sordid
one. All the people she hung around with were guys, all
of them. There wasn't one female role model except her
mum, and she was unaware that her young, sweet and
precious little daughter had become the local slut;
Willing to drop her knickers and spread her legs for
anyone who asked. She had no idea how many boys, and
men, had unloaded their balls in her.
-------
It was a mild evening as Emma walked across the playing
fields looking for her usual gang. She had dressed as
normal, but considering the weather she didn't have on
her big coat, just a navy blue skirt and a tan coloured
T-shirt, oddly for Emma she also wore bra and knickers.
As she hadn't been around for a while she seemed to
have lost track of where the boys hung out. They were
often moved on if they were found hanging around one
place to long, groups of lads were generally unwelcome
in most places.
She had tried the usual one's but with no luck. She
wondered across to the kiddies play area, she didn't
think they would be there but it was worth a look.
A quick walk around the climbing frame and roundabout
brought her to the slide. There where bench seats under
the slide that she hadn't noticed before.
She felt strange being here, she tried to remember when
she had last been here before but wasn't sure, it was
almost as if she had dreamt it.
Emma stepped under the slide and sat on one of the
wooden benches. She felt odd, light headed as though
daydreaming. She closes her eyes then snap then open
instantly as she felt a hand touch her crotch.
There was no-one around.
Closing her eyes again, she leans back and then slides
slowly along the back rest until she's led flat on her
back on the bench seat.
Emma has one leg on the seat, bent at the knee and the
other on the floor, causing her skirt to raise to her
upper thigh.
She seemed to remember being here before. With her eyes
shut she almost had it, it was just there ... out of
reach. She had the feeling again that something was
touching her but she ignored it. She looked further in
to her memory.
-------
As Emma tried to recall her repressed memories, her
right hand had slid down her body to her waist, and had
bunched up the material of her skirt in her fist so
that her white knickers where visible.
Her mind seemed to become detached from her body, her
mind currently in the present, was trying to remember
what her body had felt in the past. Her hand slid under
the waistband of her underwear.
Her movements where slow at first, her hand sliding up
and down in her knickers, gently brushing her soft
pubic hair, then pausing before almost brutally she
pushed two of her fingers in to her moist pussy. Her
hips rose to meet it and a small moan escaped her.
Emma's left hand had pulled up the front of her T-shirt
and lifted the front of her bra over her breasts. Her
nipples instantly hard as they were exposed to the air.
Her hand moved to her right breast and began to squeeze
and kneed it, pinching the nipple between her fingers.
-------
It was no use she couldn't remember, she thinks it was
something to do with Ian, her old boyfriend. Maybe they
had come here one night, first kiss or something, she
thinks they may have gone to a disco? But it was no
use, her mind was blank.
She felt nice lying here: calm, restful. She allowed
herself to drift in to a dream world, trying to find
the memories she felt were just within reach.
-------
Emma was masturbating furiously, she had three fingers
of her right hand in her wet cunt, her lips tight and
wet around her fingers. The thin material of her white
knickers pulled tight across her spread legs was rising
and falling with the motion of her hand as she frigged
herself.
Her breasts were red and wet with her own spit as she
licked her fingers and then rubbed her breasts
alternately. She was moaning loudly, her hips bucking
to meet the trusts of her hand.
She was close to cumming, both hands where now in her
knickers - wanking herself to a frenzy. Her left leg
was raised up on the seatback, her right foot on the
floor, legs spread wide. Her small bare breasts pushed
together by her arms which formed a V down to her
crotch, her nipples now hard due to her spit cooling as
it dried on her skin. She continued to wank herself
mercilessly.
Emma cried out as she orgasmed, her hips bucking as her
cunt spasmmed, her whole body convulsed as it was
wracked with feelings of such intense pleasure, her
back arched off the bench, nipples hard, cunt juices
flowing, her mouth open wide in a silent scream as she
orgasmed again and again over her fingers.
She let out one final shuddering moan, her body
relaxing, then passed out.
-------
He had no fucking idea who she was but he knew what she
was going to get. He stood looking down at the semi-
naked young girl.
She lay on her back, both hands still down the front of
her knickers, her breasts bare to the cool air. Her
breathing was slow and regular, she slept deeply.
He had been coming to the park to shoot-up for the past
month, he was still high from his last hit about an
hour ago, he didn't think anyone would be here at this
time, well not the kiddies anyway, far to late for
them, he thought.
But shit, this little girl was probably still only a
kid, out well past her bed-time. But fuck it, she got
her legs spread like she was waiting for it, "guys have
probably been pumping her all night," he thought.
"Well, my turn with the bitch."
He pushed his jeans down and picked up Emma's legs so
that they where over his shoulders, he pulled her wet
knickers up to her thighs. He positioned his semi-hard
dick against her swollen lips, and pushed forward.
Emma's cunt was so moist, his dick slipped all the way
in to the hilt.
He rocked back and forth enjoying the feeling of her
tight cunt on the full length of his dick.
He hadn't had sex for over six months. His girlfriend
had dumped him when his habit had become two much. He
had started stealing from her, and when he was high he
became violent. So she had left. It wasn't long after
that that he became ill. It was nothing really he told
himself, just a cold, couldn't get rid of the bastard
though.
He started to rock faster, driving his dick in to the
unconscious girl. Gaining speed, he started to pound
her as he neared his climax, his balls slapped against
her bare bottom.
"YES, Fuck...ing... FUCK!" He lent forward, leaning all
his weight on her, pushing the full length of his dick
in, right to his balls. He gasped as he came, his cock
throbbing as he shot his load, his infected seed being
squirted deep in to Emma's unprotected womb. Six months
of rejection and pent-up anger was being pumped in to
the unconscious teenager.
He stepped back from the girl, spent, his face sheathed
in sweat. He pulled up his jeans and again looked down
at Emma. She appeared to be in a deep sleep, her small
breasts rose and fell with her shallow breaths, his
gaze fell to between her spread legs to her glistening,
cum covered bush.
"Damn sweetest pussy I've ever had," he said aloud,
"dumb stupid cunt." He wiped his running nose with his
sleeve.
He gave an evil grin as he took a thick wallet from his
pocket and spread the contents on the bench. After a
few minutes he was ready and it only took a second to
find a suitable vein on the young girls thin arm.
-------
Emma came round slowly. The whole world was spinning,
but everything looked just so... so wonderful!
Emma had a huge grin on her face, she couldn't remember
when she had felt so happy, life really is great she
thought.
As she looked around she saw a man sat on the bench
with her.
"Hello," she said. Then burst out laughing.
Excellent, he thought, play time again.
The man moved close and kissed her deeply on the mouth,
Emma responded immediately, tilting her head back.
He pulled away slightly. "What's your name my high
young friend?"
"Emma," giggled Emma
"That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl" He
slowly stroked her cheek with his hand. "Well Emma, I
hope your on the pill because I've just shot my load in
you, it's a shame you weren't a virgin as I would have
loved to have taken that." His hand slipped down and
cupped her naked breast as he spoke.
Emma looked down and saw that her knickers where down
to her knees and her skirt bunched at her waist, her
bush was dark in places as though damp. She started
giggling.
The man took her arms and helped her to her feet. "Come
on Emma, time for a little walk, but without these I
think." He bent down and removed her knickers, dropping
them at then same spot she lost her virginity. "This as
well I think," as he removed her bra.
Emma lent against him as they walked towards town,
still giggling.
-----
The man wasn't taking Emma in to the middle of town,
just to a house he knew on the outskirts. Even though,
it was still a twenty minute walk, but with having to
guide his new found, fucked up young friend, it was
going to take a lot longer.
Emma had difficulty walking. She saw just SOOOO much
that she thought was SOOOO interesting. Emma had
stopped again and was staring at the pavement with a
huge grin on her face.
The man put his arm around her waist and coaxed her to
get moving. After half an hour of a slow pace the guy
was starting to feel horny again.
"Hey Emma! EMMA!"
Emma looked up at the man at her side, "Mmmmmm? Oh, hi-
ya"
They where just passing a three sided, glazed bus stop.
He paused and positioned Emma so that she was facing
the glazed back wall of the stop, facing the road.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his already hard
cock. He then reached down and lifted the hem of Emma's
skirt until her pale arse was exposed to him.
He used his knee to nudge Emma's legs apart a little,
moving close so that his balls where touching her pert
arse cheeks. He bent his knees, gripped his erect cock
with his left hand and guided his member once again in
to the drugged young girls willing pussy.
He relished again the soft, sweet tightness of her
cunt. God this girls gorgeous he thought, I'm gonna
make a fucking fortune with her tonight. With that he
quickened his pace so that his thighs again slapped
against Emma's small bottom, Emma's pussy juices
already coating his member, griping him tight.
The first car that passed were an elderly couple. The
woman actually did a double take as they saw Emma being
shafted against the clear glazed wall of the bus stop.
The second car slowed right down, and two men watched
the young girl being fucked for a few minutes.
The next vehicle was a bus travelling in the opposite
direction and stopped on the other side of the road.
Emma had her hands and forearms against the cool safety
glass with her new best friend behind her stuffing his
fat cock between her legs. God she felt happy. Emma had
a big smile on her face as she opened her eyes and saw
the fifteen faces on the bus looking back at her. She
started giggling.
The man was about to climax when he saw the bus pull-
up, he slipped his hands around Emma's waist, took hold
of the bottom of her T-shirt and lifted it so that her
small, firm, pale breasts where visible. He then leant
in to her so that her tits pushed against the cool,
clear wall. Emma's nipples reacted and where instantly
hard, with his increased thrusts, they seemed to move
up and down the glass wall.
The man pulled Emma's hair away from her face, bunching
it in his hand so that her face was clear to see and
pointed to the people watching on the bus and whispered
in Emma's ear.
Emma started grinning as she raised her hand and waved
as the man really started to pound her.
There were gasps from the people on the bus as they
watched as the man obviously climaxed in the young
girl, her breasts were visible against the glass, they
could see her bush framed between pale legs, and they
were staring her right in the face as the man came in
her.
The bus had just started moving as the man bent his
legs and they watched as his obviously unprotected cock
withdrew from her pussy.
Emma's mum felt faint, her legs had started to tremble.
She had recognized her instantly of course, she had the
perfect vantage point from the bus. Her daughter, her
precious little daughter Emma. She closed her eyes and
in her minds eye saw a bulbous, cum covered penis
withdraw from between her daughter's legs. She opened
her bag and fumbled for her phone.
-------
The next needle was barely out of her arm as the next
cock entered her. She was on her back on an old
mattress in a small terrace that had been abandoned
years ago.
The men were being charged five pounds a go at the
fourteen-year-old slut, legs spread ready for the next
one.
The men had been coming all night, literally. The house
was known to every drugged out smack-head in the area
and they regularly came to buy their next fix. The girl
was just an extra.
The man looked through the money he had made so far,
shit he must have a couple hundred he thought. He
looked down at another man between Emma's legs. She was
completely out of it, she had to have been. The stupid
slut had had half the town in her, shooting their cum
up her cunt as a hit was shot in her arm. He had come
in to the room a hour ago and some black kid had been
shoving a bottle up her.
He had stopped that of course, didn't want to damage
the merchandise, but he was impressed how much of it
had gone up her. The black kid had pulled the bottle
out and thrown it against the wall were it smashed, the
jagged base landing upright. He had then used her hair
to masturbate, shooting his load and combing it through
her hair as though it was shampoo, then left. Weird kid
that, he thought.
He took an old rag and began to wipe some of the cum
off Emma's chest and stomach, he flicked away a piece
of glass that had landed on the mattress. Emma lay on
her back, her legs apart where the last guy had left
them and a dreamy smile on her face, looking up at the
ceiling.
He shook his head as he continued to use the rag to
clean off her thighs.
"WELL WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?"
He jumped at the sound of the bellowing voice. Shit he
thought, he'd have jumped if he had only whispered.
Alan Jackson was the local hard man, drug dealer, leg
breaker. 6ft 4 and he would be called fat if anyone
dared ever to say it to his face. The sort of low life
scum that was the cause of 70% of all crime in any town
and the sort of person that everyone was scared
shitless of, he was also seriously into young girls.
"Jesus Alan you made me jump, how's things?"
"Don't give me that friendly how's it going crap you
smack-head piece of worthless shit, where's the girl
you called me about."
There was a noise that sounded like a small giggle, he
looked down and saw her. Emma was still on her back but
had raised herself up on her elbows.
Alan stood silent for a moment. she was definitely
young, small frame, pale but with those perfect round
firm breasts that only one in a hundred girls have. She
had a knowing smile and her hair had fallen across part
of her face that gave her a naughty appearance, it had
that wet look that seemed to be the craze.
He let his gaze fall back down past her breasts to her
flat stomach and rested on her brown bush now matted
with the cum of several dozen men.
"I'M NOT HAVING THAT SLOPPY PUSSY, IT LOOKS LIKE HALF
THE FUCKING TOWNS FUCKING FUCKED HER!" the men sitting
around the edge of the room flinch. He pushes the
junkie out of the way and strides over to Emma.
He reaches down and grabs Emma's thin arm and turns her
over with barely any effort, so that she was face down.
She turns her head to look over her shoulder at him.
He kneels between her legs and pushes his tracksuit
bottoms down to his thighs, his already hard cock
matches his considerable size.
He lays down on her back, crushing her into the
mattress, and pushes the knob of his swollen cock
against Emma's virgin ass-hole, leaning his
considerable weight on his dick, forcing it in to her
tight hole.
"Fuck me," he thought, "definitely a virgin ass." It
took several minutes and a large amount of spit, but he
pushed until the full length of his dick was embedded
in Emma's ass. He grinned as he looked at the small,
smooth back under him, thinking that his knob was
probably up to her stomach she was so tiny.
He gently pulled out until only his knob was still in,
then slammed forward, all his body weight driving his
dick in all the way to his balls. He pulled out then
did the same again. He grabbed Emma's shoulders to stop
her being forced off the end of the mattress.
He didn't care if he hurt the slut, shit that's what
she was for. It was only really fun when the bitch
screamed, unfortunately this one was far to doped up,
and had now seemed to have passed out. He slammed in to
her with a loud grunt grinding his balls against her
ass cheeks.
The junkie could barely stand to watch. True he had
raped the girl himself, twice in fact, and had watched
a large number of men, most full time smack-heads,
shoot their load into her, but this was brutal. He was
grateful that he had shot her up just before Alan had
arrived.
Alan pulled his large swollen knob out of the girl's
ass and then flipped her over onto her back. He lifted
her legs over his shoulders and leant forward so that
her knees where beside her ears, her ass fully exposed.
He drove the full length of his dick into Emma's
asshole again and continued to pound her.
It was some twenty minutes later before the fat man
finally climaxed. He had never felt anything like it
before, his whole body felt like one big orgasm as his
cock unloaded more and more cum in to the young girls
tiny ass. Shit he thought, this girl must have put on a
stone in weight with the amount of cum that's been
pumped in to her.
He lies on top of her, catching his breath and crushing
hers. Then uses his huge arms to push him-self up. He
stands at the end of the mattress looking down at the
small figure, her legs had come back down and she was
again on her back facing the ceiling.
Her eyes open slowly. The half dozen men who had been
watching were now completely silent, waiting to see
what happens next, Alan grins and takes a small step
towards her.
Then the screams start.
-------
Chapter 11
Detective sergeant Henderson sigh's as he heaves
himself out of his car. His leg had been bothering him
again, especially in the colder air like tonight. Plus
he wasn't looking forward to the next few hours.
He'd made good time on the roads, but considering what
had happened he was hardly essential at this point.
Best leave it to the people who photograph and analyse
the crime scene first and then take a quick look round.
His stomach churned at the thought, he didn't much like
the sight of blood, even less so when a child was
involved, a girl he thinks they said.
He looks round for his deputy. All the faces are bathed
in a strobe of overlapping blue lights from the half
dozen or so Emergency cars and vans, it always makes
picking people out difficult, but he spots him near the
back of one of the ambulances and walks over.
"Hey Pete, any update on the.. Jesus! You OK?"
"Wha... erm, Sir, sorry. Yes fine... I'm just... I've
just seen the body and... well the girl she's... well
it shuck me up a bit, but I'm fine, really, I'm OK."
Detective Henderson looks away for a second as though
checking that the small crowd are being kept back, but
really giving his deputy a few seconds to pull himself
together. Jesus, they've worked together for almost two
years, he's never seen him like this before.
"Erm, anyway sir, we... we should be able to go up
soon, the junkies have been either carted to the
station or A&E. There's quite a bit of blood I'm
afraid, an artery in the leg was severed, It appears by
a broken bottle. From the sense I could make out of the
witnesses, no-one tried any first aid or anything, so
death may have taken a few minutes. If it wasn't for
one of them panicking and running out into the road, we
may not have found the body for days."
"Right, I suppose we best go up then, anybody notified
the family?"
"Erm, yes," said the sergeant flicking through a small
note book, "Mother, lives on the other side of the
park, called the station about four... five hours ago,
claimed that she had seen her daughter being abducted."
"A car was sent to the reported scene, but no trace."
"Good... good, let's take a look then," Sergeant
Henderson leads the way up the stairs, his reluctant
deputy following.
As he reaches the landing he sees a young child's leg -
a girls, through an open door, not yet he thinks... not
just yet. Then he sees the blood.
It had evidently been a main artery judging by the
amount of arterial spray, which had managed to reach
the ceiling in a graceful red arc. He looks down
quickly. There are those types who would have found the
fresh, dark red streak against faded water stained
plaster as a sign of the soul trying to leave one last
immortal mark on the world. He was not one of those
types.
The broken bottle had already been bagged and tagged,
but a marker had been placed where it was originally.
He could imagine pretty well how it had gone. Drugs,
drink, a slip on that wet patch on the floor, he leans
forward... yep - seamen, he thought so. Then an unlucky
fall backwards, arms pin-wheeling for balance but to no
avail, and the jagged edge of the bottle had cut deep
into the inner thigh, slicing the femoral artery.
Tragic, he thinks to him-self, tragic.
He stares at the mattress for a few moments, trying to
imagine what must have happened in those four – five
hours since the mother had called. He closes his eyes,
no... best not, not yet anyway. Though he feels that
his imagination may well try its best later... tonight,
when he leaves and is alone at home, yes - he thinks,
it may well try.
His deputy comes and stands besides him, "Ready for you
now sir."
"Good, thank you." He takes a breath and walks to the
empty room the medics had been using next door, the
room he'd glimpsed the girls leg.
He hesitates at the door, they had cleaned off the
worst of the blood of course but hadn't been able to do
anything about her hair, which was matted with dried
blood, probably got caught with the arterial spray, he
thinks. A red blanket is wrapped around her shoulders.
A medic stands and approaches him. "Physically fine,
I've administered a sedative but that's all, probably
needs counselling more than us."
"Good... thank you, could you excuse us for a few
minutes"
The two medics and a female constable shuffle out the
door and stand on the small landing. His deputy waits
quietly by the open door.
Detective sergeant Henderson takes a step forward and
crouches down in front of the young girl. She raises
her head and tilts it slightly to one side, for a
moment he feels light-headed and his eyes threaten
tears, then she's beaming a huge smile at him and he
extends his hand to shake hers.
"Detective sergeant Henderson, miss"
"Hi, I'm Emma."
-------
EPILOGUE.
She adjusts the shoulder straps of her backpack and
carries on her walk. Its not far, only about 15 minutes
from home, her new home. She enjoys walking to school,
she doesn't dislike the bus, its just that she likes
the feeling of the sun, and it is always sunny here.
They moved about three months ago, it all happened
pretty quickly. Mum had a cousin out here and that nice
Mr Henderson had done something to help with references
and residency permits. Then the house was sold: mum had
some office work organised, we rented a house, and I
enrolled at school... my new school.
Three months: New home, new school, new country, and
new friends. Friends who liked me for being me, not for
what I could do for them. That was what the councillors
had said, and I had spoken to quite a few over the
months.
The first one was a Dr George Browning PHD, child
psychologist. In our first meeting he asked me to tell
him about a normal school day so he could get to know
me. After I had finished his face was red and he was
sweating. Next time I saw a women called Rose who was
really nice, I never saw Mr Browning again.
They had told me about a bad man who had died and if I
could remember anything about it, but I had shaken my
head and said no, I'd asked how he had died but they
would just say it was an accident. I genuinely couldn't
remember anything from that night.
But that's all over now, I like my new friends, most of
them are girls, they make fun of my odd accent and I
quite like it. I've been asked out a few times, mainly
because I was the new girl, but I politely said no each
time. Not just yet, maybe later, but I did like being
asked.
I can hear the bus coming up the road behind me, its
yellow and there always seems to be a riot going on
inside. I turn and look as it passes, someone, its too
bright with the sun to see who, waves and I smile and
wave back, then its passed.
I can see the gates of the school entrance now, cars
are pulling up and dropping kids off, the bus stops and
people are jumping out. I adjust the straps again and
quicken my pace, I like it here, I really do.
-------
No one sits next to him, they never do, if he were to
start screaming and shouting they wouldn't hear. He
doesn't blame them, he doesn't fit in: not part of a
group, a clique, a gang. He's invisible in all but the
true sense of the word.
But this girl's different; she can see him, she waves
to him, and by a one in a million chance, he has seen
her too.
Normally he's not that curious, but the picture was
intriguing. It was a voyeur shot, through a window: a
girl in a blue, too small T-shirt with her arms over
her head, as though stretching, her face to the morning
sun, and her beautiful brown haired pussy framed
between pale legs.
He downloaded the ZIP file from the voyeur forum and
then quickly fell into communication with the poster, a
university guy from England. Many emails and trades
followed, starting with pictures, some obviously from
camera phones, but moving on to high quality pictures
and video, all of which the English guy had collected
himself. And also text files, stories of things that
had apparently happened, things she had done, and had
been done to her, he hadn't realized how much a turn-on
stories could be but he was masturbating nightly and
could think of little else during the school day.
Then the emails had stopped. No explanation, no more
contact... nothing. He searched for weeks every night,
finding every little scrap that was out there,
collecting, hoarding, thinking of little else but his
Emma.
Then he saw her. He thought he was dreaming or else
hallucinating, she was right there, actually there,
walking alone as he passed by on the bus. She looked
just the same. He recognized her instantly; her skin
was still pale, though in the early stages of getting a
tan, and her gorgeous auburn/brown hair, the straps of
her ruck-sack pulling her T-shirt tight across her
small, firm breasts. Yes, it was definitely Emma. HIS
Emma.
-------
On the second Thursday of the month, Emma stops behind
after the last lesson to visit the school councilor,
just to chat, just to make sure she's settling in...
just to make sure...
Emma walks down the corridor - glad that another dull
chat with Sandra-the-dour-councilor is over. She
doesn't mind the 30 minutes repeatedly saying ."..yes
it's great, no the people are really nice... ," but
today the heat in the small office was oppressive. She
was glad to be wearing just a T-shirt and skirt. She
shrugs her shoulders out of the backpack and carries it
in one hand, her back already damp with perspiration.
She flaps the hem of her T-shirt, trying to cool down
as she walks, "Damn, will I ever get used to this
heat?" she says to herself. She thought that she'd have
started to acclimatize a little by now, but everyday
seemed as hot as the last.
A boy appears beside her, startling her, but she
quickly smiles, "Hey, don't I know you?."
-------
...His heart is pounding and his palms are sweaty. He
has been waiting in an empty class for the past half-
hour, waiting for her to pass. He knows her routine
now, he's been watching her since that first day. He
writes it all down when he gets home from school, who
she talked to, where she went, and what she wore. He
liked writing... planning... waiting.
As she passed, he checked that the corridor was empty
then stepped out and quickened his pace to catch-up.
He's about to take her hand when she smiles at him,
it's like being hit in the stomach, he feels his face
flush and the breath catch in his throat... she says
something - but he can only hear white-noise in his
ears. He reaches out with his hand and takes hers...
-------
...Emma's smile turns to a curious half frown as the
boy takes her hand, it feels warm, damp, clammy. He
looks ill. She looks over her shoulder back down the
corridor, but it's deserted. Then he's saying
something, but quietly as though he's embarrassed or
shy.
"Emma, I n-need to t-talk to you."
He pulls her hand gently, using his other arm to push
open a door she hadn't noticed.
Emma glances up at the sign on the door as she's pulled
though, and her smile fades completely. The door closes
behind her.
-------
Sandra packs her briefcase - pausing only to glance at
the picture of Emma on the inside of a folder. "Such a
lovely girl," she thinks, "She's been through so much
at such a young age." Though she has only been
counseling Emma for a short while, she is really fond
of Emma's ever-happy-mood, even after all that's
happened. But she's confident that all that is behind
her now, they've made real progress and cant imagine
her getting into those situations again. She locks the
office door behind her and walks back to the main
entrance.
-------
Emma leans against the wall of the cubicle, the boy
against the opposite wall, neither have said anything
since entering.
The smells and surroundings of the gent's toilets stir
memories and feelings that have been trying to escape
for a few weeks. She feels her heartbeat increasing;
her small breasts rising and falling. She feels even
warmer than before, lightheaded as though she might
faint, but adrenaline is surging through her and a
feeling... a feeling that she hasn't felt in a long
time.
As though in a trance - Emma reaches down with both
hands, reaches under her skirt, grabs the flimsy
material, and pulls her knickers down in a smooth and
practiced movement.
-------
His mind is reeling, its all happening too fast. He
feels ill, lightheaded, as though he might faint, his
heart is like a trip-hammer in his chest, but at the
same time he feels an acute high, hyper-aware of the
smallest details. He see's not just her auburn hair,
but each individual strand, and the small freckles
either side of her nose that he has never noticed
before in all the hours of video and pictures, and the
rise and fall of her firm breasts.
He realises that he is in love, and could never hurt
this girl in any way; that he was a monster for
thinking of the vile things he imagined doing. He opens
his mouth to say that he was sorry when the movement
catches him by surprise, and then he looks down at the
white knickers pooled around her ankles.
-------
Emma crosses her arms in front of her, grabs the hem of
her T-shirt and pulls it up over her head. She drops it
on the floor near her feet, slips each bra strap off
her slim shoulders and pulls the cups down, exposing
her perfect, pert, pale breasts. She bends down and
lifts one foot then the other - stepping out of her
knickers.
-------
He hasn't said anything since Emma removed her
knickers. He watches as her T-shirt falls to the floor,
then her bra. Her breasts are perfect, he finds her
pale breasts highlighted by the tan-lines an even more
incredible turn-on.
They break eye contact for the first time as she bends
at the waist to step out of her knickers. When she
straightens up, she isn't looking in his eyes anymore -
but at his hand, unbuttoning his flies.
-------
The ceramic feels cool under her arms, it feels
comfortable, familiar. She's bent over, her head rests
on her forearms, and she's not as warm now, there's a
coolness to the air which she can feel swirling all
around her body - tussling the back of her hair. She
dreamily opens her eyes, it takes a few seconds to
focus, then she realises that she's looking down in to
a toilet... she has a quizzical look on her face,
looking to her right she spies her clothes in a pile on
the floor... "now why would I... ," she looks back down
at her bare breasts, then sees a pair of worn trainers
appear between her own feet... she quickly turns her
head and looks over her shoulder, "HEY! what the...
UMMMMPFFF!"
-------
He frees his iron-hard erection and drops his jeans,
exposing his scrawny legs, his cock jutting out from
beneath his black T-shirt. Stepping up behind Emma as
she bends over the toilet, he flips the hem of her
skirt up and over, it flaps onto her back - causing her
hair to blow from her shoulders. He stares at Emma's
small pale bottom.
He steps between her slightly spread feet and places
the swollen knob of his dick against the moist lips of
her pussy. The pussy that he has dreamt and fantasized
about every night for what feels like a lifetime, he
increases the pressure and the end of his knob slips
slowly in. He places a hand on each side of Emma's ass,
marveling at the soft coolness of her skin, then tenses
his body... he feels her body stiffen under his
hands... and then she's looking over her shoulder,
shouting at him... starring into his eyes... he starts
to panic... afraid of what he's about to do... after
all this time, he grips her cheeks tightly and slams
his hips forward.
-------
Sandra stands in the corridor looking at the small
backpack on the floor. She knows it couldn't have been
here long, if any of the pupils had seen it then it
would have been stolen and emptied in minutes. She
bends down next to it, close up it sort-of looked
familiar. Reaching out her hand she stops - as she
thought she heard something, sounded like a clap or a
slap? She snags the strap of the bang in her hand and
stands up... then freezes, she puts her head to the
door nearest her, she can hear the slapping again and
what sounds like muffled 'ummpffs'. She quietly
shoulders the door open and slips inside.
-------
Emma looks over her shoulder at the boy who is fucking
her from behind, his rhythm cause's her small naked
breasts to bounce back and forth; his hips slapping
against her bare bottom. She looks imploringly into his
eyes.
"Pl-please d-dont... ummmpfff... n-not... ummmpfff...
again." She was aroused, and knew it. She could feel
the length of his meat pumping in and out of her
dripping cunt, the ridge of his swollen knob causing
her cunt tunnel to start to spasm. Her eyes filled with
tears as she bit down on her lip - feeling herself on
the brink of a long remembered orgasm.
Emma's body was reacting on memory, her mind flashing
images. She could imagine the seed in his balls waiting
to be unloaded into her, his cum filling her; coating
her insides, his hard dick squirting-pumping-exploding
with baby making seed. Faces began to flash in front of
her, most she didn't recognize, but all had the same
flushed expression.
Emma looks at him over her shoulder "F-fuck me Harder!
Mmmmpff," she moans, and starts pushing her hips back
to meet his forward thrusts.
-------
This is it, he can feel it building, Nothing! has ever
felt like this before, all his intensity is focused on
his cock, buried to the hilt in Emma's pussy, months of
fantasies, months of masturbating, dreaming of this
moment. He grinds his hips hard against her ass, grips
her pelvis and pulls her against him... YES... he can
feel... feel... FUCK!!!
The feelings intense – painful. The back of his head
bangs against the door, he can feel himself cumming -
his dick ejaculating in to the air, he holds his head
in both hands as the small cubicle spins.
-------
Sandra stands on the toilet lid of the adjoining
cubicle and peers over the dividing wall, and takes in
the scene in an instant. Without hesitating - she leans
over, reaches down, grabs the boys long greasy hair and
slams his head back against the door. His dick slips
out of Emma and he ejaculates in to the air with such
force that it hits her in the face. She jerks back in
reaction, loses her balances, her heels slipping on the
toilet lid, and falls.
-------
This is it, she can feel it building... she's about to
cum over her rapists cock, but she doesn't care. She
squeezes her thighs together, griping the cock with her
pussy muscles, eager to take his seed and milk it
dry... almost! Almost! Yes! Yes! YESSS!" ...then it was
gone.
Emma opens her eyes and looks down in to the toilet,
then turns her head to see the boy leaning against the
door - holding his head, then a bang and a scream makes
her jump. The moment over, the spell broken, Emma picks
up her T-shirt and pulls it over head. Then her arm is
grabbed and she's pushed against the wall.
"N-no, I'm not finished with you y-yet." His face is
inches away, her back to the wall, he bends his knees
trying to get his tool in to her again, "Not yet, I
have to... have to," he voice sounds slurry as though
he's having trouble forming words but his cock is
stabbing at her thigh, getting closer.
Emma makes her choice, she smiles up in to his face and
reaches down with her right hand, "Here, let me help
you." Her small fingers wrap themselves around the
swollen and slimy cock, she kisses him lightly on his
lips then places her other hand on his chest to move
him back a little, then she pushes down... hard.
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It's-going-to-be-alright, his head is swimming, but
everything is going-to-be-alright. His beautiful angel
still wants him, she's helping him, her delicate touch
guiding him back to that warm, soft place. This time
he'll be able to finish it properly and then...
...the pain is immense. His vision flares white, he
feels as though something has broken, snapped! It's as
though he's been split in two; he drops to his knees
and vomits.
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Sandra clasps Emma's out-stretched hand and is helped
to her feet. She's still a little shaken from falling
off the toilet seat, but besides from a few bruises -
she feels ok.
"Emma are you..." begins Sandra.
"It's ok, I'm fine now." Emma looks through the open
cubicle door at the boy lying in a fetal position on
the floor. "What will happen to him?."
"Well by rights he should be locked up, but he's a
minor and, no offence, but with your history he would
probably walk anyway." As Sandra looks down at the boy
a plan starts to form.
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Her mother would have been home from work for the past
half-hour, but she knows that she has counseling on a
Thursday so wouldn't be concerned that she's a little
late. Emma adjusts the straps on her back and continues
the walk home.
Sandra had explained her plan before she set off. As
the boy had come round, Sandra had given him a choice,
either never mention any of this and hand over all
material on Emma, or she would claim that 'he' had
attacked 'her' and had also sexually assaulted her. She
had bruises that would show she had been knocked
against a wall and his seaman was on her face and
blouse. Emma had only intervened to save her councilor
after hearing a commotion, and had also witnessed the
attack.
Faced with this, the boy agreed to have Sandra, and her
partner, accompany him to his house and surrender his
collection on Emma, and not to divulge any details of
her history. He quickly agreed.
Emma was quite happy with this, to be honest, what had
happened was quite mild by her standards. She had
always known that a part of her history would always be
with her where-ever she went, and she was content with
it, knowing that she had her whole future ahead of her.
But something had changed and she was very happy that
it had, for the first time she had acted against what
someone else wanted and had decided for herself what
she wanted to do. And she was confident now that she
would be able to make all her own decisions in the
future, good or bad, they would be hers to make. For
the first time in a year, she was truly free.
She smiles as she passes two lads she recognizes from
her school and they smile back, her smile breaks in to
a grin as she continues on her way as she remembers
that she is naked under her T-shirt and skirt, her
knickers and bra still on the floor of the gents
toilets.
The boys turn as they hear a girl laughing. "That
English girl's nice," "Yeah, sure is. And is quite
happy by the sound of it too."
Emma wipes the tears of happiness from her eyes and
adjusts the straps of her back pack again. "Yep, I
think everything's going to be ok, I think everything
is going to be great." Emma, her choice made, walks
home in the sun.
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This is the final part of Emma's choice. The character
of Emma is based on an actual person, though the events
are fictional. I met her when she was sixteen, and as
described; she was small and slight with auburn hair
and pale skin, and even though she could not be
described as a stunning beauty - she had a sexual
appeal that was universal in its effect on men. Emma,
where-ever you are now, I hope you are living the life
you always dreamed.
Thank you for reading my story.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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