("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Emma's Choice - 2 by BDG (catcheru@yahoo.com) *** Emma was late getting up the next morning. Ian and Derek just didn’t want to leave. Every time they said their goodnights and gave me a hug, their hands would end up sliding down my back to my bottom, under the waistband of my leggings and into my knickers. First Ian and then Derek, then Ian got turned on again by watching Derek and would have another grope. Hence me being so tired and oversleeping. I opened the curtains. My room is at the front of the house and looks out on to other similar houses opposite, there is a bus stop on the other side of the road a little to the right. I trot downstairs in my bathrobe, rush a quick breakfast and then up to my room to get ready for school. I normally have a set routine for getting ready for school, but with being so tired everything seems to be out of place, and I end up walking around my room, opening drawers, walking back to the mirror, remember something, go back to the drawers and so on. Getting ready takes far to long and I’m already late. Pausing in front of the mirror I pull my pyjama top off over my head, hook my thumbs under the waistband of my PJ bottoms and push them down. Stepping out of them I stand naked in front of the mirror. “Well, I don’t suppose I’m a virgin anymore”. Emma smiles to herself, though it’s a forced smile, turns to the side whilst looking at her reflection and then continues her disorganised routine of dressing for school. Finally ready and I still look a mess, my hair needs a wash as it’s been two days now, but I wouldn’t have had time to dry it so I only had a quick shower, Emma thinks to herself. I hadn’t realised how much cum I had on me. My lower body had been pretty well smeared and there was lots of dried cum in my pubic hair. There wasn’t much on my upper body as I had managed to swallow most of it when I went down on the boys to save getting it on my top, my mum would have killed me if I’d stained my black pullover. As ready as I can be, I grab my bag and go down and out to the bus stop opposite my house. *** Emma was in denial, she could not face the thought of how she had lost her virginity. She hadn’t wanted to lose it; it was taken from her. And the vile things that she had done, and had been done to her. Emma in her naivety had made all the wrong choices, and now to late to undo them, she pretended to herself that all was normal and that all the choices had been hers. *** Kevin was seventeen and lived opposite Emma’s house. He’d seen the people who lived opposite, a girl and her mum, but didn’t used to take any notice until about six months ago when he realised the girl had grownup from a girl, to, well, a slightly older girl. He was at college now, and normally only started after 09:30 so he was always in the house until after Emma left. He had been watching her for a while now, his bedroom faced hers across the road and he had a pair of binoculars, which he had on a tripod so he could keep his hands free. The first time he’d masturbated whilst watching her the image was just a jumping blur, he’d learnt from that and purchased the tripod. As yet he’d had no more than a glimpse of Emma in a towel some weeks previously, he’d never even seem her in bra and panties. She was just so damn cautious and seemed to have a routine getting changed and going to bed and so on. He was becoming incredibly frustrated with it, but he was determined to see a glimpse of at least her breasts. Kevin had fantasised about it many times, of a towel slipping away before she could catch it or a robe falling open, but she was just so damn prudish. Even when he saw those two guys go into the house last night he knew that it was probably just some sad homework group, Jesus they looked so geekish, and the fat one was gross, real computer nerds who probably couldn’t get a hard-on if they tried. So as ever Kevin sat looking through his binoculars at Emma’s window in the hope of a glimpse. After twenty minutes he was growing incredibly bored and his eyes where starting to feel the strain. Maybe she was ill, or he had missed her. Not knowing which he sat back and rubbed his eyes. When he opened them again her bedroom curtains where open. “Shit”, why doe’s it always happen like that? I look away for a second and I miss it. He sits back down and squints through the lenses to see the door of Emma’s room swing close. He knows from experience that the door was shut as she left the room, so he knows that he has again, missed it. Kevin pops to the toilet, brushes his teeth and returns to his room. As he is about to put the binoculars and tripod away he notices Emma’s bedroom door open and close, the light catches it to make it look dark then light then dark again as it opens and closes. He sits down and takes a look at who came in, thinking that she had forgotten something and had to return. Emma walked passed the window and was still wearing those pink little-girl pyjamas, Kevin’s heart jumped. Maybe he hadn’t missed anything after all. She seemed a bit lost as she walked back and forth across the window before pausing to look in the mirror. He knew there was a mirror to the side of the window even though he couldn’t see it, but he could see about half of the bed and of course the door. He watched as Emma paused in front of the mirror and then pulled her top off over her head and in the same movement pushed her PJ bottoms down. Kevin almost passed out. His heart rate had leapt to about 120 a minute and he started to shake noticeably. This he barely noticed, as he was also unaware that he was chanting, “fuck-yes-at-last, fuck-yes-at-last, fuck- yes-at-last” over and over. Kevin quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pull’s his already hard dick out of his underpants, and starts wanking furiously over the 14 year old Emma as she stands totally naked in front of the open curtains, in full view of anyone who would happen to glance up. “Fuck me YES!”, Kevin said aloud. “Fuck me Emma you fucking hot little bitch”. Emma was stood in profile to Kevin looking in the mirror at herself whilst Kevin continued to masturbate. He stared intently at Emma’s firm naked breasts and how small but perfectly formed her bottom was in profile. “Please, please, please turn and let me see your pussy”. This was the ultimate for Kevin, he wasn’t sure why as he had been waiting to see Emma's breasts for the past few months. But this was the prize all men really wanted, tits fall out of every paper you open, but pussy (especially that of a stunning cute fourteen- year-old) was the ultimate goal. Kevin got his wish. He was just wondering what the sexy bitch was smiling at when, whilst still looking in the mirror, she turns to give him a full frontal. It’s more than adequate for Kevin. He gazes down Emma’s body, gorgeous small firm breasts, pale pink nipples, incredibly slim waist and has time to notice that her pussy is a slightly darker auburn than her hair. And then he orgasms with more intensity than he had ever known before. Cum squirts out and hits the tripod and past to the carpet and he doubles over as he cups his hands over the end of his throbbing penis to try and contain the flood of cum which continues to leak out from between his fingers. The nude Emma, no longer watched by Kevin, walks away from the window unaware that her privacy has been violated and that a man had masturbated himself to orgasm to her naked body. That night Kevin even though sore though self-abuse, will masturbate to the mental image of a naked Emma. Neither Kevin nor Emma will be aware that another will also be masturbating to the same image. *** Emma trotted down her path and across the road to the bus stop at the same time that Kevin was cleaning up his rather sticky tripod. She practically skipped across the road and stood to the side of the stop rather than sit on the bench seat as there was a guy of about thiry-five’ish sat inside in the middle of the bench. It was one of those plastic stops with a clear back and roof but no sides with a bench along the back wall. She stood with her bag over her shoulder, legs crossed at the calf and staring at the floor a few feet in front of her. Typical teenage girl on her own pose. She took absolutely no notice of the guy sat down, why should she? He was an old nobody. *** Damn, it didn’t work, he thought. He had deliberately moved to the middle of the bench hoping that she would sit near him. Never mind, he could still stare right at her and pretend he was looking up the road for the bus if she caught him looking. He couldn’t quite believe that this girl, who close up must be about fourteen, was the same one he had just seen naked. And not just a glimpse of a bit of leg, but full on, tits out, look at my thatch, I don’t care naked. And here she was not four feet away pretending that he wasn’t even there. No more “I wonder what she’s wearing above those white socks and under that skirt schoolgirl look” for him. No, this very slight but very cute schooly had shown him what most of the men in the country think when they see an attractive girl in uniform at the side of the road. He was just thinking that the dark patch he had seen between her legs was similar to her hair when she glances back, he quickly refocuses his gaze to the road. Emma pretends not to have noticed the guy looking. Great a perv, Emma thinks and shifts her bag a little so that it hangs down and blocks a bit of the side view of her skirt and leg. That’s all this sad loser is gonna see. He smiles slightly to himself, too late to cover up now bitch, he thinks. You’ve nothing left for me to see. Though he knows that he will catch the bus from this stop for a while now. *** The bus arrives on time (strangely) and the guy allows Emma to board first, he would have let a female on first anyway, even if they weren’t as fit and firm as this one. He sits near the front on one of those seats that face inwards with his back to the window and Emma walks down the bus to the back row. Just before the doors close, a young lad bounds on to the bus and sits about halfway down, looking around almost nervously as the bus pulls away. Two stops later and Ian gets on. Emma thought he might, even though he normally walks to school because he usually gets picked on when bigger lads see him on the bus. She was obviously worth the risk. He practically jogs down to the back seats. “Hi-ya Em, you’re looking pretty sexy this morning”. Ian sits next to her and gives her a full kiss on the mouth. “Naughty girl, where where those lips last night”? Emma pulls back and blushing tells him he knows perfectly well where they had been. Looking particularly pleased with himself, Ian puts his arm around her and enjoys the ride to school. The obvious show of affection had not gone unnoticed by the late arrival of the lad at Emma's stop. Her neighbour from across the road had rushed down so that he could get a good close-up of the girl he had just masturbated to. And he felt that with this new added dimension of a boyfriend, things could get even more interesting. The guy from the stop also noticed the possible boyfriend, also where Emma was sitting on the rearmost bench seat, he could see a good amount of her crossed legs, especially when the boyfriend gave her that kiss and her top leg rose a little as she lent back and he caught a good glimpse of white knickers . He was definitely catching this bus again. Chapter Four Emma spent the entire journey to school fighting off Ian’s hands. Every 2 minutes he would grab her leg or try and kiss her, she was starting to get a little annoyed at him. And, she noticed, two guys near the front of the bus kept looking at her. One she thought lived near her and the other was the older weird guy who was at the bus stop. Eventually the bus arrived at the school and being in different forms for registration they parted and went separate ways promising to meet at lunch. As Emma had been a little late getting to school the corridor to her class was virtually empty. As she walked passed an open doorway a young lad grabbed her arm, “Emma I need to talk to you”. Emma thought the lad’s name was Gary but wasn’t sure, he was a year below her. The lad ushered Emma down the corridor. “What I need to say is a bit private, lets go in here”. In the sudden rush Emma didn’t notice the door they went through. The door had just swung shut behind her. “Urrh! This is the boy’s toilets, I can’t be in here”, she says looking around at the stained urinals. “It’s OK, nobody’s in”. Gary takes her hand and pulls the protesting girl in to one of the cubicles. Emma stands with her back to the closed door, arms folded across her chest trying not to look at the toilet or the graffiti crudely written in black pen. “Now what is it that you feel you need to say to me in the boys toilets?” “Erm, just this”, he leans into her and kisses her on the mouth, pushing his tongue between her lips, his hands holding her forearms against the door. “Mmmmff NO”. Emma pushes him away. “How dare you, you can’t do that, what do you think I am?” Says an indignant Emma. “Well from what I heard, you’re a slut and an easy fuck”. Emma’s heart was pounding and she couldn’t get her words out. “What? What do you mean? I’m not a slut? No, I’ve only had sex with Ian twice and Derek once, and that only happened last night, and I only sucked their dicks because they said that I was nice. Doe’s that makes me a slut?”. Emma sort of just blurted this out as though it was a good defence. Gary just stared at her with his mouth open. He hadn’t believed Derek of course when he had phoned last night, Christ the guy was almost off his head when he had told Gary what had happened, it was all too unbelievable. But he thought that he would check it out at school just the same, especially when he had seen her get off the bus with Ian. But now he had trouble thinking, he hadn’t really expected this. He had expected a slap to the face, but Christ-alive, she’s a complete slag. “OK”, said Gary thinking quickly, “you don’t want me to tell the whole school about you Ian and Derek do you? No, good girl. Now I always thought you were fit but most lads think you're a bit stuck-up and a teachers pet, but if you're nice nothing needs to change and no- one will know, ok”? He leans close again and kisses her on the mouth, this time she doesn’t try to stop him. Gary has his tongue down Emma's throat and she doesn’t push him away. His left arm is around her waist and his right hand, which was at first on the side of her neck, has now moved down and is squeezing her left breast through her school shirt. “Oh-Emma, fuck me you’re fucking gorgeous”, he mumbles, “how about it then?, you’ve already let those two sad losers fuck you. What’s harm in one more”? Emma pulls back and looks at Gary with a sad ‘please don’t’ expression that gives Gary at instant erection. Her shoulders sag and she slumps a little against the door. There are slight tears in her eyes. “Yeah, that’s it, good girl”. He moves her to the side a little and reaches down then under her skirt, grabs her flimsy white cotton knickers and pulls them down in one movement. Unprompted, Emma lifts each foot in turn to step out of them. She takes off her own blazer and hangs it on the hook behind the door. Gary puts her knickers in his blazer pocket. Gary’s heart is about to explode. “OK Emma, erm, bend over the toilet so that your head is on the cistern”. She moves around him so that she is facing the toilet with her back to him, she leans forward so that her arms and elbows are on the cistern. He reaches down and lifts the back of her skirt up revealing her small, pale, perfectly toned bare bottom. Emma, Looking over her shoulder say’s, “best be quick or I’ll be late for class”. Gary needs no further encouragement. The sight of Emma’s firm, pale, knickerless bottom means he is painfully hard. He unbuttons and unzips his trousers, and pushes his underpants down to his thighs. All the sex education he had received on unprotected sex meant nothing as he takes his hard erection in is hand, places the swollen knob against her perfect lips, and begins to slowly push his dick in to the [almost] willing fourteen-year-olds tight pussy. Gary has his hands on the sides of Emma’s bare ass and was watching the full length of his cock, now glistening with her pussy juices, sliding in and out of Emma’s tight cunt. He speeds up so that his thighs slapped against her bottom. Emma was trying to breathe through her mouth. She thought the smell was disgusting, a mix of urine and disinfectant. It was made harder by her beginning to react to Gary’s increased thrusts. She knew that she was being taken advantage of, but she didn’t want people to know what she had done, and besides, she had done it before so once more wouldn’t hurt. She just hopped Ian didn’t find out, that wouldn’t be fair. Emma began to make muffed ‘ummpffs’ as Gary slammed his cock, up to his balls, in to her, she arched her back a little to make his entry easier. Gary couldn’t hold it any longer, he’d being going at her about four minutes and he was surprised he had lasted that long. He had both arms around her waist and he pulled Emma’s bottom tight against him and ground his balls into Emma's pussy. He pushed his hips as hard against her as he could and pushed his dick as deep in to her as it would go. Gary exploded as a 13-year-old in a schoolgirls pussy would. His dick throbbed and pumped, what felt like to Emma, a gallon of cum deep in to her unprotected virgina. She could feel his dick pulsing in her and thick, gooey cum forcing it’s way deep in to her womb. A cheer went up. There were whoops and cries of “yea” and “fuck me”, whistles and laughter. Emma, still bent over, looked up and saw that there were four boys looking over the top of the cubical walls, two on each side. There was nothing she could do. Gary still had his dick impaled in her, she couldn’t move or cover herself, she burned of shame and humiliation, fresh tears filled her eyes. She put her head on to her arms and thought that this is as low and shitty as she could feel. Her life felt worthless to her now. All the hard work in study and exams. Her impeccable behaviour to teachers. None of it was worth anything, she was nothing if people found out. She now knew she was wanted for only one thing, Ian, Derek and now Gary had shown her that. As long as she let boys do this simple thing to her, she would be somebody again. It was an easy choice, if she let them between her legs, she’d be wanted, her life would have a purpose. She thought it a simple choice. She felt Gary pull his dick out of her and then, after a few seconds, he pushed it back in. OK Emma thought, if this is what they want. He built up a similar rhythm as before with his thighs slapping her bottom as he pulled it out to the tip and slammed his full length in to her. Emma responded by making far louder “UMMFFFPPS’s” as each stroke penetrated her. She could hear the boys, though quieter than before. “...Look he’s fucking doing her Shit wait till I tell Andy... ...Her name is Emma right? Fucking hot bitch... ...she 13 or 14? Shit she lives near me...” Emma opened her eyes and looked down directly in to the toilet, that’s where I am she thought. She looked passed the bowl and she could see Gary’s feet. Was he wearing trainers before? She heard a voice up on her left and glanced up, there was Gary looking over the top of the cubical. Her head spun around and looked over her shoulder as the Guy who had taken Gary’s place pumped his load of thick cum in to Emma's already filled pussy. She was wrong when she thought it couldn’t get any worse. When Gary had pulled out another had taken his place and the door was wide open and another four boys where crowded around the entrance watching. *** Emma missed registration. As she had been absent without permission she had received automatic detention. She didn’t care. After the second boy had pulled his dick out her cum soaked pussy she looked over her shoulder again at the crowd of boys. She didn’t move, she was still bent over the toilet, still with her skirt up over her waist, her small, pale naked bottom on show and with her legs spread slightly apart. Most had a good view of her pale brown bush, now damp with her juices and that of the two boys. She turned away and looked down in to toilet again. A few seconds later, the pair of trainers she saw between her feet were different from the last pair. *** Emma sat in class. She stared blankly at her desk. Her white shirt wasn’t tucked in to her skirt properly and the top few buttons were undone, her bare breasts pushed against the thin material. When the last of the boys had finished with her in the gent’s toilets, she’d tried to make herself look presentable, she’d looked on the floor for her bra, but one of the boy’s must have taken it. Also her knickers were gone. She slouched in the chair in the hard plastic chair. It was uncomfortable for her to cross her legs, so she kept both feet flat on the floor and her knees about four to five inches apart. This caused the hem of her skirt to be pulled tight across the top of her thighs, this combined with her slouching in the chair had caused the hem of her skirt to be a little higher on her legs as would be advisable to a young girl sans knickers. Emma was oblivious to this, the desk shielded it from her, but some of the boys in front had noticed her dishevelled state and it didn’t take them long before their gaze had drifted down a little. There were four boys sat in front of her and two to her right. After a bit of elbow nudging and a discreet note, all six of them started to pay more attention to Emma the teacher. Emma was in shock. The last time she was in school was Friday and she’d been the attentive model pupil, good results, thought of by the teachers as a possible future head girl, and also a virgin. Now it was Monday, and has had unprotected sex with eleven boys from her school. She suddenly felt sick, she could feel bile rising in her throat. She sat up straight then leaned forward a little on her elbows concentrating on the desk, after a few minutes it passed and she relaxed again. She started to have flashbacks. Nine boys had just had intercourse with her from behind, bent over a toilet. She could still feel the bare bulbous knobs of their dicks as they first entered her until they had throbbed and filled her with their cum. She had kept her eyes shut for five or six of them, she didn’t even know who they were. But she was very aware that they had all had seen her naked ass and no longer innocent pussy. All had seen her small, firm budding breasts. She had nothing, nothing left that was still private to her. There was no part of her young body that they hadn’t seen. Emma didn’t realise how un-private her toilet gangbang really was. She was naked except for her shoes when the last four boys had fucked her in the stall. During which two of the others had taken pictures of her with camera phones. They had taken more than forty pictures of her with four different cocks in her. And even though she thought she had kept her eyes shut, several of them show her looking blankly in to the camera as the one fucking her had pulled her hair and made her look up. *** Duncan, Adam, Graham and Peter were the four boys sat in front of Emma. Graham was the one who had spotted her first, he had always thought Emma was hot but never mentioned it to the other guys because they would mock him for fancying a goody-good girl. But he was going to tell them about this. All four had been taking discreet glances back for the past ten minutes trying for a better angle to see up her skirt, but with the lights it was difficult to see. When suddenly Emma sat up straight and leant forward on the desk, her head in her hands. As she did so she had unconsciously spread her legs so that her knees where now about the same distance apart as her shoulders causing her skirt to ride up almost to her waist. Duncan who was looking at the time just froze, the colour drained out of him. Catching a glimpse of white knickers is one thing but this was a whole new level. Adam, who had turned to speak to him, turned to follow his gaze. Eventually all four were staring transfixed at the sight. Emma’s bush was now completely visible to anyone who looked back at her. She was effectively sat in a class of thirty people, naked from the waist down. Her light brown bush framed between her pale legs. Graham put his hand in his pocket and started stroking his rapidly hardening dick. The two boys sat to Emma's right had noticed something going on but could not see anything below her waist from where they sat. But what they could see more than made up for it. With Emma leaning forward, her shirt hung down and with the top few buttons undone her left breast was almost entirely on view to them. Simon was only sat about three feet to her right so had an excellent view, to be honest it was the first naked breast he had seen. It was small and round but firm with a pale pink nipple. He nudged Ben who just caught a glimpse as she leaned back and shut off the view of her breast and closed her legs. The four boys turned back around in silence. None could still quite believe what had just happened. Ben was a little peeved that he had only had a quick look. At that second his phone vibrated to tell him he had a message. He discreetly took it out of his pocket. He began to feel as though it had suddenly gone warm, he could feel his face begin to burn, but he was smiling as he scrolled through the pictures that had just been sent to his phone. To be continued? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 40