Emma Hit Hard

Emma hangs out by the kitchen waiting for the stew to cook.  There are relatives in the house but they are in the backyard.  Inside is her and her step-father Greg who is talking in the hallway.  Emma leans over the bench and closes her eyes, she wants to fall asleep but she is too hungry.  As she lingers Greg enters the kitchen and notices her long legs and her skirt hitched up by her underwear.

"A good afternoon;" cheers Greg.

Emma straightens up and sits on a stool -  once again her skirt rides up to her bikini line and Greg notices.

"Too lazy to slip into some normal clothes?"  he asks.

"I'm waiting for food!"  tells Emma as Greg slips by the window to peer at the relatives circulating that back yard flower bed. 

"It won't be ready for an hour;"  tells Greg before he closes the curtain.

The dim creates a moody atmosphere and it makes Emma feel more relaxed.  She smiles to Greg who can't stop staring at her long legs stretched out from a shortened skirt.  Greg shakes his head to get the legs out of his head, but he can't get them out of his eyes and he stares still.

"How's your boyfriend?"  he asks as he raises his brows.

"Oh, I am not dating currently;"  tells Emma before she laughs.

Greg almost gets a buzz, and he clears his throat.

"Best to get one;"  he mutters before he looks away.

Shyness overcomes Greg and he wishes he had not gotten interested in those long pair of legs stretching from the stool.  They stich on his mind and he begins to stroke them with his fingers -  the skin is warm but smooth and they feel like silk sheets.  Greg smiles as he thinks of the silk sheets on his underwear rubbing slowly.  Suddenly Greg gets wet!  The daydream almost feels like sex and he tears it away.

"Are you okay?"  asks Emma as she narrows her eyes. 

"Yes, hungry;"  tells Greg as he nods.

Emma smiles and fidgets with her fingers - she doesn't want to tell Greg that his pants seem tight, but she can't help but notice!  She thinks of porn she has watched and the gorging of pants that lead to an open fly - the memory makes her blush and she rolls her eyes.

Greg slips up to Emma and he slips a hand in-between her thighs.

"Your skirt is too short;"  he whispers.

Emma feels a tingle as she watches Greg's hand stroke her skin.  She feels strange, like a dry crush of bread put in milk, she cannot help but feel warm over the startle, but she knows she must stop Greg.  However she can't talk -  Gregs fingers dig their way to her underwear where they manipulate its cloth until she feels wet.  Emma gasps as her senses throb -  she knows her breasts are growing swollen, but what Greg can't see is that she wants to scream as her spine gives way to an orgasmic shiver.

"You should stop that;"  she mutters as she looks around to Greg.

Greg's fingers only dig deeper and soon they manage to touch her past her underwear.  Emma bites her lips as Greg fondles her like a lover stealing kisses -  Emma wants to stay frigid but she ends up opening her thighs.  Emma can't stop herself and Greg's fingers slip in deep as she leans back heavily on the bench top panting through her chest.

Greg can feel Emma's wetness and sees her brow sweat -  she is ripe and turned on, and he feels himself pant.  Greg rips Emma's top open, and he pulls down her bra.  Emma tries to save herself from nakedness by placing her hands on her chest, but Greg takes down her hands to be able to look at her breasts as she pants.  They are hot and swollen, and they look good as Emma's sex juices begin to run down her thighs.

Greg can't believe his luck and he takes out his fingers to form a fist.  He punches Emmas loins, but her tightness stops his fist from entering, it is then Greg realizes that she is probably a virgin. 

"I love virgins;"  he murmurs before he makes Emma stand and turns her around.

Emma's sweaty thighs shake as Greg pulls down her underwear, she cringes as Greg pulls her to his crotch and she gasps as he fingers her while making her bounce off his waistline.  It is sward -  Emma half-expects Greg to push his loins inside any second, but he keeps to fingers and she feels damp as minutes turn into quarter hour.

"Can we stop?"  asks Emma.

However her voice is not heard -  Greg knows she is his, and so he opens his pants and enters her.  Emma can't stop it, so she grips the bench hard and tries not to scream as she is being penetrated.  It hurts, but it feels good too, and her sex juices run down her thighs to her ankles.  She can't help it, Greg's snake feeds her horny and she pants on the feeling of turn on.  She wants it to stop, but it feels good as it continues, and so she hangs onto the bench and concentrated on keeping up her strength.

After another quarter hour Greg exits Emma and he opens her backside.  He sees a tight knot that has never been fingered or penetrated, and so he fingers it -  Emma cringes, the back hurts but she puts up with the pain as Greg's loins rub against her thighs.  She isn't just being punished, she doesn't know how Greg wants to scold her for being so open with him, and so she offers a moan as Greg's finger-probing turns to knuckles which turns to punches. 

Greg punches Emma's back-entrance until her tears are wet on her face.  He can't help it, he wants her to hurt, and Emma pleads as his fist breaks her and slips inside.  Emma moans and pleads as she feels more punches on the back of her intestines.  She can't stop it, and she calls Greg an animal, and he only laughs as his fist is filmed with dirt and blood.  He can't stop it, and he keeps going while his loins  spread their gel over Emma's sweaty thighs.  Emma wants to wail, and she tries to pull Greg's arm out, but she can't; she is stuck and Greg shows not remorse for half-an hour. 


Greg pulls out his fist and then he grabs Emma's hair and pulls her to a study while the family outside come into the house.  Greg locks the door, and then he pulls Emma onto a chair and gives her all his loins can give her.  Emma has a dirty hand cover her mouth as her thigh muscles shake.  She can't stop it, her tears roll as her loins dribble wetness, and she pants until her breasts are so swollen they feel like air-bags.  Her legs get lifted  high, then dragged down.  Greg licks her face and kisses her -  Emma moans as she tries to squirm.  She tries to push Greg away but she can't, nothing can stop it.  Emma wants to scream as she is filled with semen, and then she gurgles as Greg takes out his loins and stuff them inside of her mouth.  Emma can't breath while his pelvis pounds her face, and she cries, however then Greg draws away to be able to enter her again and Emma is able to draw in a breathe.

"Stop!  Stop!"  she gasps as Greg grabs scissors and cuts her butt hole apart.

Greg does not listen. He flips Emma around and he fists her again with blood dribbling down her butt crack.  Greg then enters her anal cavity and fills her, before he turns her around and kisses her once again.

"Can you believe this..."  mutters Greg as he holds her close.

Emma shivers as she weeps over his shoulder -  he has hurt her and fed her and she feels perplexed.  Emma wants to scream, however Greg makes her swallow his tongue and she drinks his mouth down.  She is thirsty but she can only swallow so much before a regurgitation makes her belly swell.  Emma pushes Greg away, and this time he pulls away.

"You are a sight;"  tells Greg before he turns the computer on.

Greg records the two of them having sex, he records her moaning and crying, he records her wet thighs and he swallowing his loins, and then he posts the video on the internet.  It goes viral within half and hour and it makes him want her more.  Greg gives Emma more and more until his loins want to shrivel up and die, and then with one last heave he relaxes and pulls away.

"You are just the best;"  he mutters before he kisses her cheek.

Emma wipes her eyes -  she is in a lot of pain and she wants to faint.  She lays on the floor and she rests there as she wipes her hands over her cooling body.  Emma feels sick and she allows tears to wet her face as she broods over how bruised she feels.  Greg sees her shiver and her crawls over her and holds her -  his clothes are wet but they feel warm.  Emma holds onto Greg and she beings to sob, she can't stop, and Greg keeps his arms wrapped around her until she is too weak to do anything but sleep.

"You should have never given yourself to me, but I am glad you did;"  tells Greg as he smiles. 

Emma isn't listening, she is far away, and she rests in slumber; she cannot hear or feel as Greg steals a kiss to end the event and close all questions over what they had done.