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Emma's Choice
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, nc, rp, ped)

***

It was the school disco, and even though I'm not 'in-
to' the dancing and music scene, I thought I would make 
the effort now that I was a teenager. So with the disco 
being a week after my fourteenth birthday I decided to 
give it a go.

I was wearing a dark blue crop top that showed about an 
inch of my stomach and a pale tan skirt, not too tight, 
and only slightly shorter than my school skirt. I was 
vaguely aware of the attention some of the guys gave 
me, but I didn't think anything of it or care that much 
really.

I wandered to the bar area. I'm not sure bar is the 
right word as they only sold orange, lemonade and stuff 
like that. I was beginning to get a bit bored. My 
girlfriends where doing the dancing thing, which I'm 
crap at, so I thought I'd get a drink whilst I was on 
my own.

There was a couple of people at the bar so I had to 
stand between a smooching couple and this anal guy 
called Ian who was in my year at school.

Ian was your typical geeky guy, greasy hair, bit spotty 
and no real friends except the other people nobody 
liked, computer nerds probably, he was telling me about 
a computer game as though I should be as thrilled as he 
obviously was.

"It's brilliant you should see it, it carries right on 
from where the last one ended and they said that THAT 
one was the best, ha."

He's gaze keep going from my face down to my breasts 
and back again, he looked hurt when I folded my arms.

Ian was miffed, why do girls always do that when you 
pay them some attention. They dress so you take notice 
of their curves and when you do they tell you to sod 
off. And, Ian thought, this girl definitely has curves, 
small ones true, but they where all in the right 
places. Ian let his gaze fall to the hem of her skirt 
and her legs, this will annoy her he thought.

It was Emma's turn to be miffed. There was no way she 
was going to left this creep stare at her chest or her 
legs. This was definitely as close as this loser was 
going to get.

Feeling a little too brave she stepped back and said, 
"Sorry Ian, you're not my type." A few people heard 
this and turned and laughed as Ian started to go bright 
red.   

I took my drink off the bar, at least Ian had paid for 
it, and wandered off to stand near the door away from 
the people at the bar. Then it all started, the 
starting point of my new life.

To Ian's credit he didn't really know what the small 
amount of liquid did, only that he had over heard his 
brother saying that the last girl he had slipped it 
into the drink of was like a slave after. I later found 
out that it was like a date rape drug and that his 
brother had had a couple of warnings in the past but 
never convicted.

The room started to move of its own accord, and things 
became detached, as though I was in a dream.

An arm was on my waist steering me out the door and 
away from my friends. Time seemed to jump, what seemed 
like seconds later, I was out side on the opposite side 
of the road walking away from the village hall. Ian was 
by my side looking at me intently. I wasn't sure why he 
was here, this was my dream and I don't even like him.

Everything jumped again and we where at the kiddies 
park down the road. 

"I think it may have been something you drank," I heard 
Ian say.

His voice seemed to be coming from a long way away

I blinked and we where sat on the benches under the 
slide, side by side. I couldn't focus, my eyes where so 
tired, I just wanted to lie down and go to sleep, or 
may be I was already and I need to get up.

I felt my head being tipped back and being kissed on 
the mouth, it was my first real kiss. I didn't pull 
back or say no, I didn't seem to care, it was so easy 
not to.

A hand was on my leg but it didn't seem to be my leg, 
there was a jump and then a hand was on my breast 
kneading and squeezing it through my top and I didn't 
care. It was like watching a scene from a movie but not 
really caring about the characters, I just let the 
movie play on.

Ian was in a daze he couldn't believe what was 
happening, Emma was always so aloof, she didn't pay any 
attention to the boys at school and was like a model 
pupil in the teachers eyes, and yet here she was with 
him, HIM, letting him do anything he wanted. Of course 
he put that stuff in her drink but if she didn't want 
to do this she would just tell him to stop, wouldn't 
she?

Time seemed to jump again and I felt a hand under my 
top, both of my bra straps where off my shoulders and 
the cups had been pulled down. 

A hand was roughly rubbing my right breast; a part of 
me was saying "O-my-god-no-one-has-ever-touched-you-
there-before." The hem of my modest crop top was pushed 
up to just above my breasts. They were developed but 
small and very firm.

Ian pulled his mouth away from Emma's, and made eye 
contact with the obviously drugged girl and let his 
gaze fall to her bare, naked, 14-year-old breasts. He 
chuckled to himself. He raised his left hand, cupped 
her right breast and started to squeeze it roughly.

"What's wrong now Emma? Not going to fold your arms? 
Not going to say something clever so that people laugh 
at me?"

Ian often thought like this, he thought he was missing 
out on something, sex probably, and they all laughed at 
him behind his back.

"You have gorgeous tits Emma," he pinched one of her 
nipples. Emma looked down and watched Ian paw at her 
breast.

There wasn't any acknowledgement by Emma that she was 
being molested. She may as well been asleep with a TV 
film playing in the background.

Ian was mumbling something but I wasn't listening, I 
just had my head back and my mouth clamped mushily to 
his with my arms slack at my side, it seemed the 
easiest thing to do, just go with the flow.

"Fuck me Emma you're fucking gorgeous." Ian never 
normally swore but he thought it was the right fucking 
time to start. He was watching him self squeeze and rub 
Emma's tits, Emma's tits right there in front of him. 
He was so obsessed with them that he almost forgot what 
else he could try and do, Emma willing?

"Come on Emma, you best lie down, it's going to be the 
best way to fuck you, what with you being high and 
everything."

"Mmmmm?"

"Come on Emma everyone's doing it, especially someone 
as hot looking as you. I bet half the schools probably 
given you one. You didn't think a quick grope was all I 
was going to get, did you?"

Ian slid his hand down her bare waist to the top of her 
skirt.

He moved so that Emma could lean back on the bench, 
wait, just a sec, Emma felt him tugging at something 
and her hair being ruffled but didn't know or care what 
he was doing.

"Here put your head on this." Emma was touched, the 
bench was hard on her head, and kind Ian had offered 
her his jacket to put her head on. She tried to lift 
her legs on to the bench but they felt so heavy, Ian 
lifted them the rest of the way and gently placed them 
on the bench and even smoothed her skirt down, what a 
gentle person Emma thought smiling faintly.

Ian was beside him self. Before Emma had started to lie 
down he had pulled her top off over her head, after all 
everything was on show anyway. He folded it up and 
placed it under her head, her bra was down at her 
waist. Then he had picked up her (fuck me gorgeous) 
legs and laid them on the bench.

He ran his hands up her skirt, grabbed the wait band of 
her (surprising) flimsy knickers and pulled them down. 
He gasped as her small fuzzy bush appeared; it was a 
slightly lighter brown than her hair he noticed. His 
heart leapt, he had only seen such things in his 
brother's magazines before, and he was starting to feel 
dizzy himself.

He stood up and pushed his own scruffy jeans down and 
then his underpants, god he was hard, and some-what 
wet, only once before had he had so much pre-cum, he 
didn't let his mother change his bed sheets for 
embarrassment.

He knelt on the bench between Emma's Knees. Her ankles 
where still together but her knees where raised and 
spread apart. He thought Emma was pretending to be 
asleep 'the tease' (look at that smile) and laid down 
on top of her, his erect penis on her lower stomach and 
his balls in her fuzzy bush.

He fumbled around propped on one elbow with the other 
hand holding his prick jabbing at her thigh, I'm going 
to have to rest in a minute my arms are killing me he 
thought, with that his luck was in and so was he. The 
first two inches of his dick had slipped in almost 
without him knowing. He put both elbows by Emma's 
shoulders and started to wriggle his body upwards; "O-
my-god, this is fucking brilliant," Ian whispered his 
eyes now closed in complete ecstasy.

He felt some resistance so he thrust forward. His dick 
was now all the way in the unconscious teenager and he 
couldn't believe how it felt, god he was in heaven. He 
pulled out a few inches and then pushed forward again. 
He new he was probably crap at sex, but if it felt like 
this who the fuck cares.
He began to build up speed, if anyone had been watching 
they'd have seen a topless, (very) young looking girl 
with her legs apart and a nondescript, spotty lad 
between her legs with his ass going up and down like a 
cheap porn star. Looking closer they may have noticed 
the girl's arms where limp at her side and that no girl 
would drop her knickers on to a muddy floor.
Increasing his thrusts (a watcher would also have heard 
the slapping) he woke the dozing Emma out of her drug-
induced sleep.

Ian called Emma's name, "come on bitch, I want you to 
come round a bit for this." He shook her and called her 
name and finally a little awareness crept in to Emma's 
gaze.

Emma looked up, locked her gaze and in a slurred and 
quizzical voice said "Ian what are you…………."

His butt cheeks clenched, and his body convulsed as he 
shot his load in to the drugged girl, pumping his cum 
deep in to Emma's unprotected, virgin pussy. 

Ian arched his back and ground his cock and balls in to 
the girl's fuzzy bush, bucking his hips to try and get 
deeper in to the no longer innocent girl's pussy. Ian 
had a maniacal grin on his face as their gazes locked 
during all the time that he came in the girl, his dick 
seemed to spasm and throb for an age whilst his virile 
young seamen pumped deeper and deeper in to Emma's 
thirsty cunt.

The pain struck Emma and for an instant also awareness, 
then the drugs kicked in and made it all seem far away.

Ian collapsed on top of Emma and was mumbling in her 
ear. "That what you wanted? You like that? Not laughing 
now are you?"

Ian pulled most of the way out then slammed his dick 
forward, cum squirted out around his dick, in to Emma's 
bush and ran down her butt checks.

"Fucking hell Emma that was bloody brilliant, you could 
probably tell that it was my first time, what with 
cumming so quickly, the next time I'll bring a condom 
ok."

Ian stood up and buttoned up his jeans, all the time 
staring at Emma's glistening, cum covered bush.

Emma was still lying there with her skirt up to her 
waist, her knees apart and her bra lying useless across 
her stomach with her pale pert breasts pointing 
straight up, Ian took his time buttoning up his jeans.

"Come on Emma it's getting late," pulling the drugged 
girl up and trying to get her arms in her top, he gave 
up with the bra so unhooked it and left it on the 
bench.

"That's it now the other one," Ian said finally 
shutting off the view of her tits but not without 
copping a quick final feel. They stood up, he 
straighten her skirt for her, slipped his arm around 
her waist and began the slow walk, on shaky legs, back 
to her house.

Ian was a perfect gent the entire way, telling Emma the 
rest of his tale about his new game and making her 
promise to come over so he could show her.

They stopped at Emma's front gate and Ian hugged her 
close and she put her tired head against his chest.

"Hello Emma, I thought that was you."

She turned her head slowly and saw her neighbor Mr. 
Peters walking his dog back to the house. Mr. Peters 
was about 45 and did some office job in the town.

"You kids have a nice time at the disco?"

"Yea, it was great thanks," said Ian, pulling Emma 
closer and letting his hands slide down her back to her 
bottom.

Mr. Green walked on but glanced back just as he turned 
in to his gate. Ian's hands slid down Emma's bum, 
grabbed the flimsy material in both hands and lifted. 
Mr. Green's heart seemed to jump as the hem of Emma's 
skirt rode up and her firm, pert and knickerless 
fourteen-year-old bottom was revealed. He stumbled over 
the dog and kept staring as long as he could until he 
reached his front door and with a shaky hand inserted 
the key and went in.

Ian was please that someone had seen him with such a 
stunning girl but he couldn't resist when he had 
remembered that Emma's knickers where still under the 
slide somewhere, ready for some sick perv to pick up 
tomorrow.

With that he kissed her finally goodnight, reminded her 
of her promise, squeezed her bare ass a few more times 
and set off back home.

Emma went to the back door of her mother's house, which 
was always unlocked and let herself in.

"Is that you dear?" Shouted her mum

"Mmmm, yea, what time is it?"

"O-it's still early yet, was the disco not very good?" 
as her mum wandered in to the kitchen. "My girl you 
look a bit flushed, been dancing have you? Well I bet 
you showed them a thing or two, shaking those hips eh?"

"I'm not feeling to great mum so I think I'll go to 
bed."

"Sure said her mum following her out in to the hall to 
the stairs, let me know if you want anything, ok?"

She turned away as her precious daughter ascended the 
stairs but glanced back as she reached the top step; no 
don't be silly she thought, she was probably wearing 
pink knickers that was all.




Chapter two.


Emma woke late the next day, Saturday, and sat up in 
bed, she had got undressed the previous night and put 
her normal pyjamas with little bears on, it was for 
younger girls but she still liked it. She felt sore and 
stiff and still had a headache as she thought a 
hangover would feel like. She swung her legs out of bed 
and felt a definite pain in her abdomen, she pushed 
down her PJ bottom's a little and saw that there was 
some dried liquid on the top of her thighs and in her 
public hair. She thought she must have spilt something 
the previous night.

She showered, dressed, had some breakfast and was 
feeling a thousand times better when the phone rang.

"Is that Emma? Its Ian." It took her a few seconds and 
then a vague memory of kissing and stuff and a promise 
of something.

"O-hi Ian, Err, thanks for last night, you know, 
walking me home and everything."

Ian knew that there must be someone else there, why 
else would the hot bitch be so coy. Walking her home 
and everything. He chuckled at that bit.

"Yea so when you coming round then? You did promise. 
You could tell your parents that you're helping me with 
my homework."

"I'm not sure Ian, I'm still not feeling to good so I 
probably shouldn't go out until I'm better."

"Well you felt good last night sweetness, said Ian 
laughing, tell you wot, I'll be round just after lunch, 
give you time to put on a pretty outfit for me eh? 
Right best go see you later, bye."

Emma put the phone down.

"Who was that dear?" Asked her mother.

"It was a lad from last night who walked me home, he's 
coming round so I can help him with his homework but I 
going to call him back and say that I'm still ill."

"Nonsense girl, you will do no such thing, a nice gent 
like that walking a poor little girl home safe and 
sound, just think what may have happened if you were on 
your own, you let him come and give him any help he 
needs ok? And I wont hear another word about it."

Lunchtime came and there was a knock on the door. "It's 
your friend," shouted her mum up to Emma who was in her 
room.

"Hi I'm Ian, offering his hand, and this is Derek." 
Emma's mum was a bit surprised to have two young men in 
her house but they were very well mannered even though 
they were a 'bit scruffy' in the dress department and 
hardly what she would of termed as dashing.

"Emma's upstairs but I suppose you could work in the 
kitchen."

"No, no, it's all-right we don't want to disturb you, 
we can do it in Emma's room, I'm sure she wouldn't 
mind, OK?"

"Well, erm, yes of course you can, she has a desk and a 
computer, so I suppose it will be all right."

With that the two young lads bounded up the stairs to 
Emma's bedroom.

Emma thought that she still had a few seconds to go 
down to meet them and was pulling on a sweater over her 
T-shirt when the two boys stepped in to her room. 

"Excellent, said Ian, getting ready for me already eh? 
You sexy thing."

Ian stepped up to Emma, took the sweater away, put his 
arm around her and kissed her deeply on the mouth. 
Turning so that his best friend could see him put his 
tongue in her mouth.

"This is Derek," said Ian, finally breaking away from 
the taken-a-back Emma

She quickly regained her composure. "Hi Derek, I've 
seen you at school, your in my History class with Mrs. 
Haythorn."

"Yea that's right" replied Derek, letting his gaze fall 
down over her T-shirt and to her legs.

"Well why don't we start," said Emma quickly turning 
away giving the lads a chance to look at her perfectly 
toned bottom. "Here's a book for you Ian, Derek do you 
need a book too?" Handing Ian the lessons exercise 
book.

"Oh-yea book said Ian smirking, rhyming slang eh? Book-
fuck, good one. I'm as game for a book as you were last 
night."

"Er, what?" Replied Emma not really following, "Hey 
Derek you don't mind if me and Ian do some homework do 
you."

"No-no, you get stuck in don't mind me," replied Derek.

Ian stepped up to the uncomprehending girl again and 
kissed her, she put her hand on his chest and gently 
pushed him away but he held her close and walked her 
backwards towards the bed

The bed was at the back of her legs and she almost fell 
backwards, "Ian," Emma shouted, "stop-no-the-bed!"

"Definitely," he said, completely misunderstanding, 
giving the young girl a gentle shove so that she fell 
back on to the bed. He climbed on top of her forcing 
her to lie down, and began kissing her with what he 
thought was passion, but was just a lot of sloppy spit 
and tongue.

Ian's hand slid down so that he was rubbing her left 
breast through her T-shirt.

"Hey no!," said Emma knocking his hand away.

"What do you mean no," grabbing at her breast again.

"Just stop. I said I'll help you with your homework 
because of last night but you can't touch me like that 
you creep."

"Get real, you didn't mind last night"

"What? You touched me last night, I don't remember"

"Well I do, you were probably to pissed to remember, 
but last night you were gagging for it, you had your 
tits out and couldn't wait to get your knickers off. 
You spread your legs as soon as I looked at you."

Emma's head was spinning, she was shaking and felt sick 
with nerves, her heart was pounding like mad.

"And so I gave you what you wanted said Ian, looking 
over at Derek. I gave you a right good seeing to, I 
really gave your pussy a good pumping, and when I came 
in you, you were screaming for me not to stop."

Emma was numb, she couldn't really remember last night 
but she felt there was some truth in what he said. But 
she just wasn't like that, was she? She had had dreams 
like that before, that was only natural, but to do 
those things.

"Like I was saying, I came pretty quick last night so I 
thought I'd make it up to you, you know, give you a 
proper shagging."

Emma didn't know what to say she felt dizzy, almost 
faint, her heart was racing.

"Come on Emma, I'm not asking you to do anything that 
you haven't done already, besides, just think what your 
mum would say if she found out."

When Ian leant against her she allowed her self to be 
gently pushed back to the bed. She raised no objection 
when he kissed her again. She didn't knock his hand 
away this time when he started squeezing her breast. 
She needed time to think but she couldn't seem to focus 
on a thought.

There was so much swirling around her head. Ian's hand 
was down to her waist. She tried to remember what she 
was drinking, Ian's hand slid up under her T-shirt to 
her firm breast. It was orange juice she was sure of 
it, or maybe she had taken a few gulps out of that 
bottle some of the girls had brought in with them?

The hem of Emma's T-shirt was again up her breast and 
Ian was pawing at her bra-less tits as if he was trying 
to rub them in to the mattress. His head went down and 
he took her breast in to his mouth. There was a quiet 
moan, but not from Emma or Ian, but Derek who had never 
seen a girls breasts before.

Emma put her hands on Ian shoulders and pushed him 
away, Ian thought she was pushing him down so he moved 
down and started unbuttoning her jeans.

"NO!" shouted Emma

"Shhhhh," said Ian, "your mum will hear, do you want 
her to know?" Well then keep quite, ok?"

Emma's already confused mind leapt at the thought of 
her mother being told what had happened. Her mum had 
high blood pressure so she did everything she could to 
be a model daughter so she wouldn't worry. Something 
like this may put her in hospital again.

Ian finished unbuttoning her jeans, grasped the 
waistband with both hands, hooked his fingers into the 
hem of her knickers and tugged them down, without 
realising it Emma raised her bum a little to help as 
the hem slipped over her hips. She was now naked from 
the waist down, arms at her sides, palms up, with her 
T-shirt pushed up exposing one breast and two fourteen-
year-old lads gazing at her pale semi-naked body.

She closed her eyes and tried to think how things had 
come to this. If what Ian said was true then doing it 
again didn't matter, did it? She had never felt so 
unsure of what to do, as such she did nothing and her 
choice was made.

Ian stripped his clothes off, laid down on the 
obviously willing girl, pushed her legs apart with his 
knees and again gripped his own dick and pushed it 
against her soft entrance.

She felt the pain as he penetrated her, but it didn't 
last long, now it just felt uncomfortable rather than 
actual pain. Ian kissed her deeply and pushed his 
tongue into her mouth. He slid his hands under her back 
to the top of her shoulders and pulled himself up 
burying the full length of his cock in to her and 
grinding the base of his hairy dick in to Emma's fuzzy 
bush.

It wasn't long before he fell in to a rhythm and then 
started to pull out a little more before slamming his 
dick harder and harder into the girl. He knew that 
girls loved this, he had read it in the letter pages of 
his brother's magazines.

Emma couldn't help but react to the abuse, even though 
it verged between uncomfortable and painful, she was 
still a teenage girl and the most sensitive part of her 
body had an erect cock pumping in and out of it, every 
upward / in thrust emitted an "Umfff," from Emma.

Ian was being very turned on. He could feel the nipples 
of Emma's firm little tits rubbing into his chest, and 
the noises this little bitch was making! He raised 
himself up on to his hands so he could look down on her 
and started pulling out to the knob of his dick and 
then pushing it all the way back in with extra force, 
'oh' the noise she made then.

Derek meanwhile had his hands deep in to his tracksuit 
bottoms tugging his dick like mad. He was almost as 
shocked as what was happening as Emma was.

He thought about calling for Emma's mum, but with the 
situation now it might not be a good time. Anyway Emma 
was an absolute goddess, he sat in the same English 
class as her and often found himself quickly glancing 
to see if he could see up her skirt when she sat down.

But no need risk a quick glance now, hoping to catch 
sight of a pair of white knickers. Here she was, 
bollock-fucking-naked, with his best friend between her 
legs slamming his dick in to her, Jesus you could 
probably hear the slapping and those fucking sexy 
groans she was making downstairs.

Unfortunately for Emma, her mother could hear only the 
omnibus edition of her favourite soap, which had 
started as the boys arrived and lasted for an hour and 
a half.

Ian, having raised himself up on to his hands, was 
gazing down at this gorgeous fuck toy that he seemed to 
have found. With every thrust Emma's head rolled back 
and her nails dug in to his side.

"Emma? Emma? Open your eyes and look at me."

Emma opened her eyes and locked on to Ian's to see this 
scrawny, pale, pimply boy grinning wildly at her, 
rocking up and down. She lifted her head a little and 
looked down her body. Looking between her small breasts 
she could see Ian's unprotected cock ramming in and out 
of her. The tops of her thighs were red and glistening 
with sweat and her body bucked with every more violent 
slam of Ian's penis in to her tender pussy.

Tears welled in her eyes, she had never felt so 
ashamed. She turned her head away in shame, nothing 
could make her feel any worse now.

She led back and turned her head. Derek! Christ she had 
forgotten about him. He stood about four feet away, and 
had his tracksuit bottoms down at his thighs and was 
masturbating, she actually gaped at him before closing 
her eyes and her mouth. Emma didn't notice that Derek 
was masturbating him self with her knickers that Ian 
had removed earlier.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!," Shouted Ian. She looked up and 
their eyes locked again just as there was this strong 
throbbing feeling in her groin, as Ian, for the second 
time without a condom, shot his load deep into her. She 
could feel the warm cum flooding in as he pumped more 
and more of his virile fourteen old seed in to her.

He kissed her forcefully on the mouth as he continued 
to grind his hips in to her, as her thirsty adolescent 
pussy sucked up every drop of Ian's thick gooey cum.

He lay on top of her breathing heavily for several 
minutes, she felt his dick spasm a few more times, 
giving her a little more of his cum before he rolled 
off her on to his back and put a hand over his face.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I mean fuck a duck girl you're 
like a dream, a fucking-slut-sucking-tramp-whore-of-a-
dream, I bet you could take on half the school and 
still be gagging for more, god that was good."

He rolled on to his front to look at the girl who still 
hadn't moved. She was breathing as tough she had 
completed a run, her small chest rising and falling, 
there was a film of sweat covering her body and her 
legs still parted about two feet at the ankle, feet 
pointing up and outwards.

"Christ, I mean no offence but your obviously pretty 
experienced, you're a hell of a shag. How many lads at 
school have shagged you then? You don't have to tell me 
but I'm just curious what number I am, four? five? I 
read in a magazine that girls boast to other girls how 
many have fucked-em, you know it means their popular."

Emma slowly sat up and said nothing

"Anyway I'm going for a piss." Ian grabbed his jeans 
and walked out on to the landing looking for somewhere 
to do it.

Emma was shaking and silent tears were running down her 
face.

Derek came and sat on the bed next to her naked body, 
"Its alright, you were really good, really you were." 
Derek said, completely oblivious as to the reason for 
the girl's tears.

As he spoke he looked down at her sweat covered 
breasts, red thighs and the white cum in her bush, and 
then down at his own semi-nakedness, then across to the 
door.

Emma was sat on the edge of the bed, her small body 
looked even smaller next to Derek's bulk. She was 
naked, confused and had just had full-unprotected sex 
in front of a guy who was always trying to look up her 
skirt in English class.

She looked to her right in to Derek's eyes, then her 
gaze drifted down his chest, over his ample stomach 
until she was staring at his stiff dick.

She pushed herself back in to the middle of the bed, 
"come on then," she said.

"Are you sure?," Replied Derek.

Emma just turned to look at him and through tear filled 
eyes said nothing, which was what Derek wanted to hear.

He spread her legs a little wider than before, laid 
down on her (his round stomach lay heavily on hers) and 
pushed the swollen knob of his prick against Emma's 
stretched lips, his dick inched in to Emma's cum wet 
pussy.

If someone had walked in just then, they would have had 
to look twice to see a small pale frame of a girl 
pinned under a somewhat hefty lad. His bottom between 
her legs was about twice the width of hers, and it 
wobbled up and down and as her pumped his prick in to 
the pliant schoolgirl.

Emma had her arms around Derek, her small hands on his 
back. She looked at the blurred ceiling through tears.

He came messily, he had pulled out a bit to far when he 
came and started cumming over her bush before pushing 
back in, and Emma felt herself being filled with semen 
for the second time in ten minutes.

He pulled out slowly and a string of cum hung from his 
dick to Emma's glistening bush, as he moved away it 
fell on to Emma's thigh, she was to dazed to notice. 

"Thanks Emma, you're brilliant, don't listen to wot Ian 
says, your not a slut or anything and you were really 
good."

Emma sat up, pulled a jumper over her sweat-socked 
breasts and pulled on her black leggings, sans 
knickers, which Derek still had.

She could feel the dampness at her crotch and thighs. 
She smelt of cum and sweat. She felt used, dirty and 
worthless. Her mind was spinning, and was a confused 
jumble of thoughts.

What had she just done? What did it mean? Did these two 
boys really like her as much as they say? A boy had 
never claimed to have liked her before so wasn't it 
good that these two said that she was gorgeous and 
brilliant, wasn't it fair then that she should say or 
do something to make them happy as well?

Ian came back in to the room and the three moved and 
sat at Emma's desk as though they really had just come 
round to finish their homework.

Emma was surprised at how good Ian actually was at the 
subject, so 30 minutes later they where mostly 
finished.

Ian sat beside Emma on her left and Derek was on a tall 
footstool to her right. They could imagine their cum 
being held in her pussy by her crossed legs, and both 
could smell the strong pungent aroma of the sweat and 
drying cum. Both had raging erections because of it. 

"Well thanks for the help, said Emma, we did it a lot 
quicker than I thought."

"No problem," said Ian. "We had an incentive to finish 
early and grinned."

Even though it had only been a day since Emma had lost 
her virginity, Emma knew what Ian meant by an 
incentive.

They'd both complemented her on her looks tonight, 
which a boy hadn't done before. Both had said she was 
gorgeous after they'd had sex with her, and after all, 
they had helped her with the homework. Emma knew what 
might show them how grateful she was.

She placed her left hand on Ian's crotch and squeezed. 
Ian leant close and kissed her deeply on the mouth, put 
his hand in her hair then3 behind her back and pulled 
her head down towards his lap.

Emma had an idea what she was to do but of course had 
never taken a guy in her mouth before. She undid his 
button flies, pulled the elasticised waist of his 
shorts forward and down and wrapped her small fingers 
of her right hand around Ian's very hard cock, she held 
her breath against the smell.

Ian watched as Emma actually licked her lips and opened 
her small mouth to fit the end of his bulging cock 
between her lips.

Even though she only took the end of his cock in her 
mouth it was enough for Ian, within minutes he felt 
him-self cumming and pressed the back of her head down 
on to him as he came.

Emma felt his cock pulse as his cum squirted in to her 
mouth and down her throat, the gag reflex caused her to 
swallow but a lot of it came out around her lip's and 
down her chin.

Ian looked down as Emma lifted her head out of his lap, 
she looked up at him and smiled as though she was a 
grateful puppy and he the master.

Her lips and chin where covered in his cum, it was even 
in her hair. She raised her hand and wiped it across 
her lips still smiling. Ian almost came again at the 
sight.

Derek who had been most observant during this exchange 
was close to cumming himself.

"Erm, Emma, do I? I mean could you suck me off as 
well?"

Emma looked to Ian for accent, after all she was HIS 
girlfriend, Ian smiled so Emma turned to Derek, pulled 
his tracksuit bottoms and underpants forward and down 
in one movement and buried her head in his lap.

Derek had both hands in Emma's thick brown hair as her 
head bobbed up and down and her lips made slurping 
noises whilst she sucked on his cock.

From the bottom of the stairs Emma's mum shouted. 
"Emma, are you still up there?"

Derek was too far gone to hear anything and kept 
pumping her head up and down by her hair.

"Yes-Mumffff," Emma replied just as Derek shot his load 
in to her mouth, she started to gag again but Derek 
held her down until he was spent.

"I'm putting the kettle on, would you like a drink?"

Emma stood up still with a mouthful of cum, she looked 
around for the bin, couldn't spot it so swallowed with 
a load gulp.

Wiping her lips with her sleeve she shouted, "No thanks 
mum," she glanced back at the boys who'd started 
giggling, she gave them a bemused look.

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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