Emma Tenneson: Uncle Bob’s Trailer
(In the last episode, twelve-year-old Emma Tenneson had been raped by her mom and three bikers. Emma decided then to run away from home)
Emma Tenneson walked up to Uncle Bob’s front porch, knocked on the door. She was still angry, mad as hell for what those so-called ‘friends’ of her mom’s had done to her. She could still feel them having sex with her, the aching down there just seemed to last forever. She closed her eyes remembering, then suddenly the door opened. Uncle Bob stood there, saggy shorts, dirty, sleeveless t-shirt, a half-eaten sandwich in his hand. He chewed, looking at her, then said, “You? What do you want?”
Emma asked if she could come in, trying hard to not start crying. She stood in front of him as he sat down on the couch, eating his lunch, listening to her talk. “These friends of moms, they were all naked, and they made me do stuff…..” she started crying.
Bob James saw Big Opportunity standing in front of him. Man, this young girl was smokin’, and so he listened intently to her babbling on about something that happened at her mom’s house. When she told him about being raped, he offered her some of his lunch, had her sit down.
“It’s ok, Emma, it’s ok now. You’re safe here. Sit down, here, just go ahead and cry. It’s ok now.” Emma sat down, crying and embarrassed. Uncle Bob seemed understanding. He comforted her, gave her something to eat. He said the first thing they’d do is go to Walmart and get her some new clothes. All Emma had with her was a plastic shopping bag with a couple of things in it. She smiled, even laughed. Really? New clothes? Walmart? She was smiling now.
He dropped the plastic bag she had into the garbage can as they went out to his pick-up truck. The girl seemed happier now. What twelve-year-old girl doesn’t love going to Walmart? He smiled to himself. He knew young girls alright. At Walmart, they went right to the girl’s clothing section. Every time she picked something out, he’d hold it for her, getting one size smaller as he did. When they got to the underwear aisle he said “Nah, we don’t need to go here.” He didn’t want her wearing any bras when she was at home. Not with hot little titties like those, kid.
Emma picked out about six new tops and four pants. He also let her get several shorts, and a new pair of shoes, with little heels on them. She didn’t get to the underwear aisle; he seemed embarrassed by that. As they walked back up front, she’d asked about a phone. “No way, kid, I ain’t made of money. This stuff here ain’t cheap you know!” They paid, then stopped on the way home at the Dairy Queen Drive-thru and got ice cream cones. She was thrilled when they got home and he said she could try on her new things. First though, he said she should take a shower, what with all these new, clean clothes. She went to the bathroom, shut the door. She got undressed as the shower warmed up. She didn’t notice the vent above the door, didn’t notice the iPhone quietly taking video of her as she got undressed, then stepped into the shower naked. Same when she got out. Bob knew he could get good money for these from that guy on the internet. The guy made porno movies with hookers, then added his film clips, like these of Emma getting in the shower. Made his movies even hotter.
Emma got out, dried herself off, looked around. Her clothes were gone… Uncle Bob knocked on the door. “Hey, Emma, what do you want to try on first?”
Emmah mumbled, “Uh, well, I guess, umm, I guess the pink top and the blue skirt….” She heard him digging through the bags, came back and opened the door a few inches, passing the two things through the door. “Ok, thanks! Hey, can you….?” Before she could ask him for underwear, the door closed. She put on the skirt. Jeesh, it seemed shorter than when she tried it on at Walmart. She took the pink pullover off the hanger. Size small? Damn it, wrong size. She managed to pull it on anyway. Fresh out of the shower, her nipples were all hard, and now they were just popping through this top. Damn it! She brushed her hair, getting it as dry as she could. When she was finally done, her darn nipples were still all erect. Even the areoles were pushing against this too-small top now. She picked up the towel, held in in front of her and went out to the living room.
Bob sat on the couch, beer in hand, ready for the show. His dick was getting hard just thinking of her. He didn’t care; he sat there, legs apart, letting his hard-on steadily get longer, poking out the bottom of his shorts. He eased the shorts up some, let the head of his dick just show a little. He waited. Finally, the girl came out. She held a towel in front of her. She looked really sexy. REALLY sexy. Those legs of hers were long, that skirt definitely very short alright. He whistled, told her to drop the towel. “Let’s see! I paid good money for these!”
As Emma lowered the towel, she kind of held her fingers up to cover her nipples. Her areoles were darker colored, and even those showed through too. “Uh, Uncle Bob? You know, I really need some underwear. I really need a bra… as you can, haha, tell….” Emma stood there, embarrassed, but still loving the feeling of new clothes. It’d been over a year since she’d gotten anything new. Uncle Bob was so far being a really nice guy! She didn’t mind too much as he stared at her boobs. He leaned up towards her.
With a stern, angry look on his face, Bob leaned up towards her. “Lookie here,” he said, ”You and me, we gotta have an understanding. First, I pay the rent, the electric, the TV, the food, all of it. You can stay here as long as you want, but you gotta pay your way. Got it so far?”
Emma nodded, looking back, a little nervous. He was being serious now, so she listened closely. Yes, she understood, she nodded. He went on.
“OK then. Now, two things. First, you clean dishes and pick up around here. Cooking is easy if you can boil water. That’s the work part. Second, you don’t wear no underwear when you’re in this house.” He leaned back, smiling now. “That’s the fun part.” He smiled at her for few moments. She stood there, not sure about the second part. He said with all tenderness again. “Tell you what… I’ll even give you a twenty dollar a week allowance. You can wear all the underwear you want outside, just not in here. I’ll even drive you to the mall if you want.”
Emma had been staring at the end of his dick showing at the bottom of his shorts, but when he said allowance and free trips to the mall, she snapped out of it. Emma jumped on that! “OK!” she said. Wow! Twenty dollars a week! Rides to the mall! And all she had to do was cook and clean and… not wear underwear? Oh darn, she’d forgotten that part, and now she’d just said OK. Well, it wasn’t that big a thing, right? Uncle Bob sat back, opening another beer, telling her to go try on something else. “Try the bathing suit! There’s a pool not far away you know.” She came out with the one-piece, blue swimsuit on. Too small again! She struggled to keep her vagina covered, and her boobs just wanted to push right out of it. Uncle Bob made her move close, making her turn around slowly. Her stared at her body closely as she turned. He stared at her boobs a long time. But he didn’t touch her, so she sighed when he passed that test.
Later they had dinner. Bob put a little coke in her food, watched her get giggly later. He’d put on some movie he let her pick out. With the lights out, they sat on the couch watching the tv together. He had the AC turned off, and mentioned how warm it was. She nodded, watching the TV. Bob picked up her towel from earlier, put it across his lap, then pulled his shorts down and off, along with his torn underwear. He looked at Emma, who was now staring at his towel.
“Ahh, that’s better! Sorry, way to hot, and those shorts were bugging the heck out of my mosquito bites. You don’t mind, do you?” She finally shrugged and said nah, turned back to the television. As they sat there, he occasionally flipped his fairly erect dick around under the towel, even rubbing it some. He knew she was watching when he did.
For several days, he went to work during the day, came home and drooled at Emma at night. The no bra rule was the best idea he’d had yet. A few times, when she wore a skirt, he’d seen way up her inner thigh when she leaned over for something. His dick was huge tonight. They sat on the couch, watching some dumb movie about puppies in the dark. He did the old cover yourself with a towel trick, pulling his shorts off. Emma had done some coke at dinner, unknown to her. Suddenly she laughed, picked up a small pillow and put it on her own lap. To his surprise, she pulled her shorts down too, then sat there giggling, the only thing covering her pussy was that little pillow. She looked at him, laughing. He smiled back. He flipped the towel up, then back down again. She made a surprise face and laughed.
Emma was feeling pretty good now. Full stomach, funny movie, playing with her Uncle Bob who had just today given her first allowance to her. She giggled when he flashed his dick at her. Ha ha, like she’d never seen one before. She said, half laughing, “Hey! Want to see something? You gotta keep it a secret though.” She smiled at him. He said OK, promise. She sat up some, turning towards Uncle Bob. She pulled her blouse wide open, pointing her boobs right at his surprised face.
“Don’t tell no one, but these are actually kind of too big for my age. Shhhh! You can’t tell anyone…”
Bob stared at these two amazing tits that this little girl had. She started to close the blouse again, so he quickly reached up, saying, “No, no, they’re not too big. They’re just perfect. You have a beautiful body, Emma.” He spoke softly to her, as her put his palms against her naked breasts. She trembled slightly, took a deep breath. Instead of jumping back like he’d expected her too, she actually pushed her breast forward.
“Ssshhhh, Uncle Bob, you can’t tell anyone I did this.” She eased his hand down, then pressed her left nipple, bare and erect, right to his mouth. She moved it around some on his lips, remembering how it felt when those men had done it way more roughly. She moved it around slowly, pressing her tit gently against his face as he wrapped his lips around that areole and began to suck gently on it. She jumped back, laughing. “Uncle Bob! You’re not supposed to do that!” She was laughing though. She kept giggling as she turned away from him, closing her blouse. She went back to watching the TV, her bare legs curled up on the couch, her amazing little girl ass right fucking there. The pillow was someplace else. He could see the back of her thighs right where they met her amazing, sexy little ass. He rolled his eyes, went back to watching TV.
One night, Bob got started early. He said they should play a game after dinner. He led her to his bedroom, dug around in the closet and pulled out this old board game. He purposely put it on the bed, opening it. She studied it some. Hey, is this… is this like a game just for grown-ups?” She giggled a little, the coke starting to have its desired effect on her. He said it was, kind of. Not bad stuff, just simple things. Things even she could do.
“See, you start here and roll the dice. You move your piece and do what the square says. Sometime you get to roll again, sometimes you have to go back, sometimes….” His finger moved across one square. “Sometimes you have to take something off, or put something on. There’s no sex or anything like that. It like a dressing game.”
Normally Emma would have seen right through this, but feeling like she did, it seemed harmless. It was a change from watching TV all the time. They sat on the bed, started to play. As she moved around the board, she kept having to go back three squares, or touch her nose with both hands, then one square said to remove her top. She grinned, paused, Uncle Bob said go on, you gotta, so she did. Her boobs were now right out there, so she quickly covered them with her hands. When she had to roll, she had to try and cover them with one hand, which didn’t always work. Then another square said to take off her pants. Still giggling, she slipped her pants off. She wasn’t first, though. Her Uncle Bob had to take his off earlier. When she took off her shorts, she was nude but Uncle Bob still had his t-shirt on. Her next move, she landed on a square. It said to stand up and dance. She paused, remembering the dancing she’d been forced to do at her mom’s. But this was Uncle Bob, this was different. She stood up on the bed, trying not to kick the board. She stood there, feet together, facing away from Uncle Bob. She moved her butt in a big circle, slowly moving it around. Once she got unsteady and spread her legs slightly. She laughed when she did, but quickly put them together again.
They played the game some more. He gave her a glass of soda with a bit of a roofie crushed up in it. The best part of the game was coming up and he wanted her ready for it. When he walked back in the room, she was sitting on the bed, legs pulled up, holding a sheet loosely in front of her. He thought he was going to shoot his load right there. Emma was so fucking cute and sexy. He watched her stare at his huge hard-on as he walked back to his side of the bed and got on, handing her the drink.
Another turn, another thing to do. Touch the other person’s penis/vagina. She touched his dick very briefly with one finger, just a quick touch, laughing as she did. Once he got to put his hand on a breast for one full minute. About thirty seconds in, he put his other hand on her other tit. She jumped a little, but kept watching the timer. When time was up, he decided it was time to play another game.
“This is called wrestling. You try to stop me, and if you do, you win. You get ten bucks if you win.” She seemed puzzled, but the ten bucks sounded good so she said OK. She asked if she should get dressed first, but instead he grabbed her, threw her down across the bed. He was naked, she was naked. He got over her, shouted “Begin!” and then grabbed her arms. He held them back as he started to seriously suck on those twelve-year-old nipples of hers. She was telling him to stop, but he kept telling her stop him, play the game. She struggled, but he sucked on those beauties for a long time. He moved up, began kissing her. She grunted, trying to stop him. He let go of one arm, so she could feel like she was starting to win. he moved over, forced his way between her young thighs. His cock was rock fucking hard and ready. He let go of both her arms, sat up some and started working two fingers around in her pussy. She was pretty tight. She really jumped around more when he did that. He kept yelling, “Come on, Emma! Come on! Make me stop!”
Bob was gonna fuck this girl, right fucking now. She kicked and fought, but he had her on her back. She looked at him gripping his dick. He leaned in and pressed it to her little hole. She’d been fucked before alright; he went in without too much effort. She cried out. “Uncle Bob! Stop! I don’t want to play anymore! Please! I don’t want to play this game!” He said back to her, “Fight it, Emma! Stop me!”
Emma felt him pushing into her. Oh man, all men ever wanted to do was have sex with her. She fought some as he started to rape her, but she thought hard about it as he started. Sure, she didn’t want to, but it had been much worse before with those three men and her mom. Uncle Bob was being very firm but gently with her. She had things good here, and well, letting this happened seemed suddenly like a small price to pay. She stopped struggling, lay still breathing hard and fast as he began to move back and forth like men do. He kept having sex with her. She was all wet inside, which really made it hardly painful at all. She let her body get rocked back and forth as he slammed himself back and forth into her. Her vagina was stretched really tight of course. Emma cried a little. She was just thinking that she knew this good life would end sometime. Men, after all, they always wanted just one thing. Like no underwear…. Uncle Bob was grunting loudly now as he started pounding her much harder and faster. Eventually, finally, he did cum inside her. She curled up facing away from him. He asked if she was ok. She mumbled back, yeah. Actually, she was more embarrassed by how her body had reacted to that. She lay there, trying to think of the good things, not the sex part. If some sex was all she had to do, she guessed she could still stay here. Just so long as it wasn’t like, all the time. She’d have to set rules.
A week went by. Bob didn’t rape her again. He wanted this to last. He wanted to train her; make her want it. After a week, a bump here, a touch there, he could sense she was wanting intimacy again. One night he turned off the TV.
“Emma, I want you to do something. It’s something I read, something that’ll make you feel strong again. You want to be a good girl, don’t you? Strong?”
Emma nodded. “OK. The book said, it said anytime to start to remember bad times, like when your mom’s friends took you, you need to fight back. It said you should have sex, even with a toy, anything, and be as violent to it as you would be to them if you could. Letting the rage out would really help.”
Emma listened, shyly. “But, well, do you have anything like that?” She wondered what a sex toy was like. Uncle Bob said he didn’t think so, but she could use him if she wanted. He said he’d put baby oil on it so it wouldn’t hurt. But she would have to do it really rough, like she getting back at those men. Well, he was the grown up. Slowly, a bit reluctantly, she took off her clothes. Uncle bob slid his pants off. His penis stood way up.
“Wow, you’re ready to go, huh?” she giggled. He laughed, picked up a bottle of baby oil from beside the couch and put some on his penis. He rubbed t all around. It was big, hard and shiny now. She just stared at it. “This, this is supposed to help, right?”
Bob assured her it would. He helped her get on his lap, then helped her put his dick into her pussy. Once it was in her, it slowly slid in a good way more. She paused, looking at him. “Go on,” he said gently, “Start doing it, but do it like I was one of those men and you want to teach me a lesson.” Emma stayed still a little bit, then started moving up and down his cock. More and more, a little faster now. She started talking as she started doing him.
“You like hurting little girls, mister? You like that? How’s this feel, you fucking asshole. How’s this feel?” She gripped his cock tight with her vagina muscles as he started moving up and down harder. She kept slamming down on him, his cock going deep into her. She kept moving, up and down, up and down, her boobs bouncing now. She made little fists, started punching him in the chest as she made him have sex really hard and fast. “I hate you! I hate all of you! You raped me! You all did! Fucking assholes! Even my butt, you bastards had to do my butt, huh? Take that, asshole! Take that!”
Bob listened and watched as Emma slammed her little body up and down on his cock. God, he could do this for days. Just watching those luscious tits of hers bouncing up and down was fascinating. He didn’t touch her; let her do all the physical stuff. She did him like she was hurting him, though actually the feeling of her young cunt moving up and down his dick was almost too much to bear. He felt her cum, actually cum as she did this. She closed her eyes tight when she did, putting her hands on her thighs and working her hips both forward and back as well as up and down. Fucking bitch was good! Finally, he felt himself about to cum. She felt it too apparently. She got off, moved over and bent down, putting her tongue out and moving her mouth down over his throbbing erection. He shoved into her mouth as she sucked hard, then he shot his load into her. Slowly, she took her mouth off of him. She sat up, crying a little, wiping the tears away. She grinned a little.
“Well, that did help some. Thanks Uncle Bob.” Bob enjoyed the hell out of Emma for two years. Then the school had come by, asking questions. Did he know she was having sex at fourteen? Why was she saying she was having sex with her uncle? After they dug further, he finally agreed to let her go to a shelter rather than face felony rape of a minor charges. Still, every once in a while, the doorbell would ring. He’d open the door, and Emma would be there. No underwear, ready for another lesson. Life was good.