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Subject: {ASSM} THE DOOR
Date: Sun,  2 Dec 2001 04:10:03 -0500
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I am 14 years old, not really pretty, quite skinny, have hardly any
friends and spend school time roaming around the streets and shopping
malls. Sometimes people come up to me and talk mostly creepy men with
lurid offers, they it sort of turn me on but I usually just look away.

On one particularly boring day of missing school a man saw me walking
around, I saw him too. He came up to me and talked to me. I liked it.
I was just hanging looking at the shop windows looking at myself in
the shop mirrors. I knew it was wrong to talk to strangers. He was
about 40, not old looking, with big, strong arms and a soapy smell.
His eyes were passable. He smiled a little and we had a drink
together. I knew it was wrong but I liked it and I thought that he
liked me. He said I should come over to his house. And that was
definitely wrong. There was no doubt in my mind what was going on
here. 14 or not I understood. He didn't touch me he was too clever for
that he just looked at me and smiled a little non-smile.

For maybe two days I had his address in my pocket, the street was not
far away although I had never been there. On the third day I thought
maybe I would just go and have a look not go in, just have a look. I
went over and looked at the house, Just an ordinary house. He's
probably not in I thought. Who is in at 10:00 am, no harm in ringing
the bell just to check that he's not in. I rang the doorbell and after
a second the knots in my stomach overcame me and I turned to go back.
He was slow coming to the door. I got a shock when the door opened I
did not really expect that to happen. This was just a game to me to
see if the door would open, I liked the thrill of the idea of going to
a strange older man's house nothing more. Once the door opened and he
was standing there it was real I stood there with my mouth open a
little and did not say a word. I was silenced and paralyzed from fear
and danger. I needed to be ushered in to be swept in and be introduced
to what I thought was womanhood. He opened the door halfway, he was
wearing the same jeans as in the mall and a new shirt. I stepped into
the bright and pleasant hallway. He did not look surprised and hardly
acknowledged me. He beckoned me in and closed the door behind me all
the time looking me up and down. He had a slow
couldn&#8217;t-care-less attitude about him. His hand reached forward
to me.

"This is what you came for, isn't it" he said as he held my hand
casually against the front of his jeans.

My hand felt the length of his manhood pressed to the front of his
jeans. Older men in jeans are just trying to kid themselves that they
are young I thought. I knew I should not have stayed, the white door,
a step behind me, which had so ungraciously let me in, could just as
easily have let me out maybe even with some grace. I was standing
facing him in my tight t-shirt and belt skirt, which just some hours
before had seemed sexy, even sophisticated. Now I thought I looked
childish my clothes irrelevant.

"This is what you came for isn't it?" he said with my hand pressed to
him. "You can go now or stay and go in a few minutes after you get it,
it is all the same to me".

While I remained undecided his body was up against my feeling all of
me. "This is not fun", was all that I could think. He gave me no time
for reconsiderations; he held me in his one big hand, took a step
back, looked at me, and said in his slow, sly voice, "Not much of you,
is there? Hardly worth the bother". I had expected a deep romantic
experience, this was not happening.

He looked at me again and it was obvious he had come to some decision.
He physically man handled me, his thick unshirted arms, with no
resistance from me at all, turned me around so that I faced the door.
By now I was beyond resistance. Instead of opening  it and exiting he
had me face against the wooden paneling of the door. My skirt found
its way to my ankles and, when he pulled up my shirt, my back and
behind were on full view to him and the hallway. His hands felt me
from my calves to my shoulders surprisingly very gently and within
seconds I could feel that I was soft and wet inside. I did not want it
but my body did. His hands were touching me, my behind and right down
my thighs and legs. I heard the sound of the movements of him
unbuttoning and adjusting his clothes to extract his penis and all the
time I faced the wooden door. The penis touched my ass momentarily and
after he held me to him it slid up inside me.

Pushing up me he said something like, "Don't worry, it'll be OK. Don't
worry". He pushed a few times and I felt the tingling of the beginning
of an orgasm. My face was pushed across the door panel. That (now)
familiar, small, liquid explosion inside me followed. He had tensed
and pushed even further up me but now he pulled out, wiped his sticky
penis on my back and tidied himself up. He let my shirt fall down and
pulled up my skirt and panties and skirt. I was dripping from below
and my back was wet too but he did not seem to care and dressed me so
that I could go. The door reopened and I found my self post-orgasmic,
wet with stickiness and walking away from his house.

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