("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My Lust for Emma - 1 by Selina (address withheld) *** After Emma's mother is raped and abused, it is the young 14 year old virgin's turn to suffer, while her mother looks on. (MFf-teen, nc, rp, v, oral, anal, tor) *** Archive note: Since we don't have the author's address, we have no way to honor requests for further parts. Read at your own risk. *** I rang the doorbell. After a few moments, through the frosted glass window, I could see a figure approaching. The door opened and before me was 38 year old Denise Murray. "Can I help you?" she asked. "Good afternoon madam, I'm here regarding your request for home insurance cover," I said. Denise replied that she had no idea of what I was doing at her home, and asked who had sent me. "Oh let me show you whom I'm from," I said, opening my briefcase. "I have the details of the telephone request for a personal home visit here," I lied. Instead of producing the information I pulled out a hand-gun and pointed it at her face. She looked startled, her mouth opening to speak. "Don't say a word you fucking bitch, just get back from the door," I said pushing her body backwards. I closed and locked the door behind me. "W-what do you want, do you want money or jewellery?" she said. "Money would be nice, I'll get that later, but there something else I'm after... your fucking daughter,r" I responded. She looked aghast, staring at the gun pointing in her face, and the realisation of what I had just said to her. Denise has a lovely daughter called Emma. She's 14 years old and such a lovely fucking bitch. She is 5 ft 3 in just tall, with black shoulder-length curly hair. She has a petite figure and is very sexy. A week ago, when there was some sudden unexpected rain, my eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw Emma, her white school blouse was soaking wet, and I could see her laced bra through the sodden material. It looked so sexy; this youngster running through the rain, her small breasts bobbing up and down, supported by her white laced bra. I knew at that moment that I wanted to shag this young slut. That night I masturbated, imagining I was fucking Emma. I was consumed with lust for this young virgin. When I came, I shot wads of spunk from my cock, wishing it was all over her pretty face. "Oh God leave Emma out of this!" she implored "I'll give you anything, but please don't touch my daughter." I looked at her, and in a flash I slapped her hard across her face. It was so unexpected to Denise that she lost her balance and crashed to the floor. I heard her scream as her body fell against the hardness of the floor. "You stupid cow... you think you're pleading will stop me from raping your daughter? I'm going to rip your daughter's cunt with my cock... I'm going to fill her pussy with my fuck juice... she's going to lose her virginity and become a woman on top of my cock. I want her you bitch, and you will watch me having her... see me fucking your sweet daughter"! As I said this Denise started crying and pleading more insistently with me not to hurt her little girl. She told me I could have her, do anything to her, even kill her if I didn't hurt her beautiful girl. I gave the bitch a kick on her backside to shut her up. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect as she screamed and begged me more and more. I thought to myself it was time to move from the corridor to somewhere more comfortable. I reached down to the slut, and grabbing a handful of her hair, I dragged her to the lounge. As I did this her hands tried to fight mine, and I could feel her nails scratching my skin. Her feet were kicking as I pulled her into the lounge. I managed to get her on to the settee, her face pinned against the soft feathery cushion. Sitting on the back of her legs I pulled a pair of handcuffs out of my pocket and manacled her hands behind her back. I then got off her and made her sit up facing me. By now there was tears running down the cheeks of her face. I decided to have little fun with Denise. I sat astride her, and with my free hand, I stroked the side of her face. She turned her head away. She sobbed "Please... please leave my daughter and me alone... I beg you. I have money I can give you... you can take it all... please stop... I'm begging you". Jesus she looked so sexy, and the effect of her crying and pleading was making me feel sexually aroused. I could feel my penis starting to twitch. I started to move my groin, pushing it against her belly. It felt so nice, the stirring of my erection, and the softness of her body against mine. Still holding the gun, in my other hand, I placed the barrel of the gun at Denise's lips, which had the effect of quieting her and making her afraid that something dreadful was going to happen. "Suck it you bitch!" I commanded her. "Give it some head, you cock sucking whore!" Having the barrel of a gun inserted into one's mouth is not, I agree, a very pleasant experience. Moreover, having to perform a mock sexual act with it certainly smacks of depravity. Denise, despite her fear, was not obliging in what I asked of her. "You fucking tart!" I shouted into her face. "I'm going to fucking make your daughter suffer for your refusal!" Afraid for her daughter Denise said, "I'm sorry... I'll do it... I'll do it... I'm sorry." Once again tears were streaming down her face as she capitulated. "Too late you slapper... I'm going to blow your fucking face off you bitch!" I retorted. With that I pointed the gun at her eyes and started to pull the trigger. I could see her eyes widening in fear of what I was doing. "No! Please no," she mouthed to me. Almost in slow motion I pulled the trigger.... and nothing happened. There was silence, as she looked at me and I looked at her. The stillness was broken by my cruel laughter. "It's a plastic gun, you stupid fucking whore," I mocked her. With much relief Denise cried uncontrollably. I got off her, and I tossed the toy gun on to the floor. Looking at her made me feel horny as hell. She is a good looking woman who presents herself in a very appealing way. Her straight, shoulder length, fine brunette hair was cut in an attractive style. She is neither fat nor thin, but somewhere between the two. Her body is nice and shapely, I would say she was fleshy rather than chubby. Her breasts are her most beguiling feature. I could see, in the low-necked dress she was wearing, her deep cleavage, as well as the full-bodied roundness of her ample tits. I stood facing the helpless mother of the girl I lusted after. Through the material of my trousers I started to stroke my cock. I enjoyed the sensation of my erect penis, as I rubbed the contour of the shaft. "Please stop now before it's too late" she said to me, "If you go now... take all the money... I'll not tell anyone about this I promise you." She must have thought I was simple in the head. It was a 100 per cent certainty that the very first thing she would do was to contact the police. There was no way in hell I was going to stop now. I had gone too far to turn around and walk away from this. I was too committed to my cause. I was going to have Emma, but first I was going to have her mother. My prick was bulging through the confines of my clothing, and now I was going to release it. This helpless bitch before me was going to see and feel how sexually aroused I was. To be continued... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 51