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Archive name: cutting.txt (M-adult/f-teen, 1st)
Authors name: Tarana (tarnan@hushmail.com)
Story title : Cutting School
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Cutting School (M/f-teen, 1st)
By Tarana (tarnan@hushmail.com)
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I am 14 years old, not very pretty, quite skinny really,
and I have hardly any friends and spend school time
roaming around the streets and shopping malls. Sometimes
people come up to me and talk, but mostly creepy men
with lurid offers. That sort of turns me on but I
usually just flip them the bird and walk away.
But on one particularly boring day of cutting school a
man saw me walking around the mall, I saw him too. He
came up to me and talked to me. 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 pretty old, maybe about 40, but not old looking,
with big strong arms and a soapy smell. He smiled a
little and we had a drink together at the food court in
the mall.
I knew what I was doing 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 too and I knew
it. There was no doubt in my mind what was going on.
Fourteen or not I understood what he wanted. He didn't
touch me he was too clever for that he just looked at me
and smiled non-smile.
For maybe two days I had his address in my pocket, his
place was not far away although I had never been in that
area before. On the third day I thought maybe I would
just go and have a look not go in, just have a look. I
was board, and maybe just a little curious.
I went over and looked at his house, just an ordinary
house. He's probably not home I thought. Who is at 10:00
am, no harm in ringing the bell, I thought, just to
check that he's not home.
I rang the doorbell and after a second the knots in my
stomach overcame me and I turned to go. I jumped when
the door opened I didn't really expect him to be there
that time of day. 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.
But once the door opened and he was standing there it
was real, no longer a game. I stood there with my mouth
open and didn't say a word. I was paralyzed from fear
and the danger of the whole thing. I needed to be
ushered in, to be swept in, I wanted him to take charge.
I was excited not knowing what to expect.
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. But he did beckon me in and
closed the door behind me, all the time looking me up
and down.
He had this slow couldn'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 fingers felt the length of his dick 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, where he'd so ungraciously let me in, could just as
easily have let me out again.
I was standing facing him in my tight t-shirt and wrap-
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 again,
with my hand pressed to him. "You can go now or stay and
go after you get it, it's all the same to me honey."
While I remained undecided he moved his body up against
mine and rubbed against me. "This is not fun," was all
that I could think.
But he gave me no time for reconsiderations; he gripped
my arm with 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, not this.
He gave me another up and down look and it was obvious
he had come to some decision. He physically man handled
me, his thick bare arms, with no resistance from me at
all. He turned me around so that I faced the door.
By now I was beyond resistance. Instead of opening it
and exiting he had my face against the white paint that
covered the door. My skirt found its way to my ankles
and, when he pulled up my shirt, my back and behind were
naked to him.
His hands felt me from my calves to my shoulders
surprisingly very gently and within seconds I could feel
that I was wet inside. I didn't want it but my body did
I guess.
His hands were touching me again, my behind and right
down my thighs and legs. I heard the sound of movements,
of him unbuttoning and adjusting his clothes to extract
his penis, and all the time he had my face pressed into
wooden door.
Then his penis touched my ass momentarily, then he
grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. I jumped in
surprise as he slid up inside me.
Pushing up me he said something like, "Don't worry
honey, it'll be okay, don't worry."
He thrust into me a few times and I felt the tingling of
the beginning of an orgasm. My face was pushed against
door panel again as he stood me there holding me by my
hips and thrust away.
That (now) familiar, small, liquid explosion inside me
followed. He had tensed and pushed even further up me
and held me tight. Then after a bit he pulled out, wiped
his sticky penis on my ass and tidied himself up.
He let my shirt fall and I reached down and retrieved my
panties and skirt. I was dripping and my back was wet
too but he didn't seem to care so I got dressed. He
opened the door again and I found my self post-orgasmic,
wet with his stickiness and walking away from his house.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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