ts and the sneaking of candy from mom’s ‘secret’ cabinet. On this particular day we were doing one of our favorite past times of throwing socks in the fan as it spun and threw them all over the place. Every once in awhile we would get lucky and hit one another in the head causing everyone else to laugh hysterically.

    After an hour or so and everyone calmed down, my older sisters decided to go ride their bikes while my younger sister, Camille, took a nap. That was fine with me, I kind of wanted to smoke a cigarette.

    As soon as they were gone, I snuck a smoke from my moms pack and went out to the back porch. I didn’t really like the way it tasted and I was no way addicted. I just felt…cooler when I smoked. As I got older I realized how stupid that was and stopped, but as a kid, I thought it made me cool.

    After the second or third puff, I heard the grass moving around the side of the house. I assumed it was just one of the neighbors dogs and took another hit off the cigarette. I stifled a cough, blew the smoke back out my mouth. Inhaling, as most smokers do, never occurred to me. Just then a tall, dark haired man walked around the corner of my house. He was wearing a blue button up shirt, there was a company logo on it that I didn’t notice, and dark blue loose fitting pants.  He looked like the heat was taking a toll on him. He had some sort of device in his hand and I immediately recognized him as one of those guys that comes and checks your gas meter in your back yard.

    He wasn’t looking at me at first, he seemed really focused on what he was doing. Then when he did look up at me, I froze. He was an adult, and there I was smoking a cigarette. I quickly mashed it out on the brick wall and started to get up.

   “Don’t stop on account of me,” he said, waving his hand in the air and smiling. “actually, you got anymore? I sure could use one right about now.”
His voice was so deep and strong. Demanding. I was instantly afraid of him but at the same time, I was enthralled. He had dark brown, maybe even black, hair that was cut short and he looked about thirty-five to my twelve year old uneducated eyes.
   
    He walked over to me and sat on the stack of crates across from me. He stared at me fro a minute before I realized an answer was required of me. “Oh, no sorry. I stole that one from my mom’s pack.” I said, shifting my eyes to the ground.

   “That’s ok, I’m trying to quit anyway. It sure is hot today, huh.” I heard him say and I looked up to see that his forehead was wet. He reached up and wiped it but not really drying it. Then my eyes caught on his. He had the lightest blue eyes I had ever seen. They reminded me of the shallow water of the ocean and the suns rays shining in it. I jerked my eyes away and remembered the “No talking to strangers” rule my Mother had so firmly instilled in us. But he was probably ok, he worked for our gas company, I assured myself.

     “Did you want some water?” I asked, thinking maybe I could get him a glass and then he might leave. He was an adult and I wasn’t sure how to ask him to go. Then again, I wasn’t sure I wanted him to. He seemed nice.
 
     “That would be great, but I don’t want to disturb your family.” He said, placing his hands on knees as if to get up. I could see the dark hairs all along his arms and the muscles that were just barely peeking from his shirt sleeves. I realized then that he was very attractive. He looked a lot older then the normal boys I had crushes on and I was sure he was more experienced. The guys from school that I liked would just chase me around and pick on me. I doubted that he would want to play tag or anything else like it.

     “Oh, their not here. Well except for my little sister Camille, and she is sleeping.” I said, unknowingly informing him that I was an easy target.

     “All right, but just one glass. I don’t want to get you in trouble.” He said, rising up from his chair. I had always thought it odd how an adult could make what they want seem like what you want. How could I benefit from him getting a glass of water?

    I stood from my chair as well and opened the door to my house. I peeked in and took a quick glance around the den and the dining room. No one was there and the house was quiet. I knew that my older sisters would probably not be back for hours and Camille might sleep the rest of the day, but I wanted to be careful. They would snitch on me so quick my mom would have me grounded before she even got home. But the coast was clear and I walked into the house with the man behind me. I felt a strange feeling in my stomach. A mix between fear and excitement. I hadn’t intended for him to follow me in, I could just as easily bring him a glass outside. Not knowing what to say, I simply continued towards the light switch in the dining room. I flipped on the light and then the light in the kitchen as well.  The house seemed dark and I felt nervous. It was strange being there with him, alone. I decided it would be best to get him out of the house as fast as possible.

    “This is a very beautiful house.” I heard him say behind me as I put some ice in a glass. I nodded my head, not really caring if he noticed or not. I walked over to the tap and turned on the cold side, filling the glass, then I turned to him and handed him the glass. He quickly lifted it to his lips and drank rapidly, noisily. I watched his adams apple move with each loud gulp. I put my hands behind my back and leaned my back against the counter, no longer knowing what to do or say. When the glass was empty except for left over ice, he sat it down on the counter and began looking around, as if my dull kitchen were suddenly extremely fascinating.

     “Is this house big? It looks huge from the outside. I’ve been looking for a house, been thinking about buying this time. How many bedrooms does it have?” He asked, tilting his head to the side and squinting his eyes a little. I wondered if I sometimes made that face at people too. I began counting off the rooms in the house, not really sure why he was asking, then told him that there was four. He nodded in approval, as if that was the right answer.
 
    “I bet you have to share a room with your sisters, huh. I had to share a room with my brother when I was a kid. Man we fought like cats and dogs.” He said, shaking his head from side to side.

   “No, actually, I have my own room.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest proudly. I had fought my sister for that room but I had won because no one wanted to share a room with me. I was a bit on the lazy side when it came to cleaning my room. He gave me a look of disbelief, also crossing his arms over his chest.

     “You don’t believe me?” I said, almost too loudly. He had almost called me a liar and I wasn’t going to stand for it. “I can show you.” I said, standing up straight.

    “No, it’s ok. Most kids have to share rooms at some point in there lives, it’s really no big deal. I should go,” he added, glancing at his watch.

    “No, I want to show you.” I scoffed at him, and walked around the corner to the hallway. I walked to the end, where my room was and looked back to see if he was following me. He wasn’t.

    “Are you coming or what?” I said down the hallway. Then I saw the shadows in the kitchen shift and he was came around the corner. I opened my bedroom door and walked in. I kicked a few pieces of clothes under my bed then crossed my arms over my chest again as he walked through my door way.
    
     “See!” I said sharply, “this is all mine.” He nodded his head as he looked around the room.

    “It’s very nice, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” His eyes met mine as he said this and I looked at the ground. He then walked over to the back corner of my room and pretended to study the pictures on my walls. “Is this your name? Michelle?” He asked, pointing at one of my drawings.

     “Yeah, what’s your name?” I asked, as I walked towards the door.
 
     “David. I really like your drawings though, you’ve got a lot of potential.” he said, still studying the wall.

     “Ok, well I think we should go back outside.” I said, finally getting up enough courage to admit to myself that I was a little freaked out and I had just invited some strange man into my bedroom. He nodded and walked towards me. I quickly turned around and headed out the door.
 
    But before I got out the door all the way, I was stopped by his arms wrapping around me and pulling me back in. He shut the door with his foot and it almost seemed to close in slow motion. I reached my hands out to try to catch the door but I was out of reach. The blanket of fear began to envelop me.  I opened my mouth to scream, but it was as though he read my mind and his hand was placed over my mouth before a single sound even escaped.

    “Now Michelle, let’s not have any of that. You know you wanted to be alone with me, why else would you have invited me to your room?” He whispered into my ear. I felt the tears began to fall and I knew that he would stop as soon as he knew I didn’t really want to be alone with him. It was all just a mistake. I shook my head as hard as I could, trying to tell him no, I didn’t want to be in that room anymore but he just stared at me with his mouth partly open and a weird grin on his face. He laid me on the bed and I knew then that he was going to do something bad, something really bad. Like the stuff on TV when mom always made us cover our eyes. I always peeked a little to see a man and a woman with no clothes on moving around in a bed. But they always seemed to be enjoying themselves so maybe I didn’t have anything to be afraid of, I tried to comfort myself. But the feeling in my stomach, the fear, didn’t subside at all. My face was soaked from the tears and he was just staring down at me, as if contemplating his next move.

     “Now, no more screaming, or I’m going to have to hurt you Michelle, ok? You promise no more screaming?” He said and I slowly nodded. He slowly moved his hand from my mouth.

     “Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry. I didn’t really..” I was babbling on when he slapped me in the mouth and I instantly tasted the copper taste of blood. I had once compared it to the taste of pennies when I was in my penny-tasting stage. I cried out but the sound was muffled by his hand that had been replaced over my mouth.

     “You’re going to have to be quiet. Now that was nothing compared to what you’ll get if you try to be loud like that again, you got it?” He asked, and I knew then that there was no reasoning with this man. I nodded my head again and he removed his hand again. I vowed to not say another word.

   Then, before I knew what was happening, he brought his lips down over mine and kissed me hard. The stubble on his face that had barely been visible was prickly against my cheeks. Then he positioned himself on top of me, his legs on either side of my legs, and I felt something hard poking my knees. I gasped when I realized it was his cock and he took that opportunity to shove his tongue in my mouth. I tried to close my mouth again but he was much stronger then me. His tongue was plowing through my mouth, searching. Then his hand was inside of my shirt, grabbing at the little bumps known as my breasts. There was hardly anything there at all. My mom had just bought me my first training bra about a week before. But his hands, rough and desperate, squeezed and rubbed as if they were there.

    He then pulled his hand from my shirt and began unsnapping my jeans. I tried to push his hands away but my weak hands were no match for his. He jerked my pants undone and I began screaming into his mouth “No, no no.” but what was heard in the room was simply muffled noises.

   Then his hand was in my pants, over my panties, rubbing and squeezing. It hurt how rough he was. He seemed so desperate and out of control. I wondered if he would kill me and I began fighting him again. He pinched the inside of my thigh and I cried out, again only a muffled sound was heard. I stopped fighting and let the tears fall from my eyes. He finally took his lips away from mine and I looked into his eyes again. The sunshine seemed to be gone from the shallow water. His eyes seemed much darker now.
 
   “Please don’t hurt me.” I whispered to him, trying to avoid getting hit again. Then I felt his fingers slide under my panties and I squinted my eyes shut, trying to brace myself for his rough touch. But his fingers were suddenly gentle.

   “Oh, your so soft Michelle.” He said, closing his eyes. He slowly rubbed his hand over my naked crotch as the silent tears streamed down my face. Then I felt him part my lips and his finger rubbed against my clit. My body jerked unexpectedly with the strange sensation his rough fingers gave me. I heard him laugh quietly.

     “Oh, you like that don’t you.” He said. Then he began pulling my pants down. I rapidly shook my head, whispering no, over and over again. He didn’t seem to hear me as he pulled them past my ankles and threw them to the floor, leaving me on the bed in  my panties. I felt cold and exposed. Being half naked in a room with a man I just met was frightening. He then pulled my panties down but only to mid thigh. I covered myself with my hands and he grabbed my hands with one arm and placed them over my head.

    “Michelle, don’t make this any harder on yourself. Just lay there like a good girl.” He said, squeezing my hands really hard. I nodded quickly then turned away from him. I couldn’t stand to watch him. To see him looking at me while he was touching me. I closed my eyes, hoping it was just a nightmare and I would wake up. Then he let go of my hands and I felt his weight shift on the bed, and then my panties were slid off. Then his hands were on my knees trying to spread them apart. I didn’t fight him, I just let my legs go wherever he was going to put them. I prayed it wouldn’t hurt and that it would all be over soon.

    Then I felt his breath on my naked pussy and it took everything I had to  not fight him. Not that it would have done any good, I was no match for him.

   “It’s beautiful, so perfect and clean. I’m going to make you come Michelle.” I heard him say. I wondered what that meant but I was sure it wasn’t anything good. Then I felt his warm, wet mouth on my pussy lips and I felt my legs jerk. His tongue began moving up and down on my lips, then in between and he hit my clit. I unintentionally moaned as a surge of intense pleasure shot up from where his tongue touched me and into my belly. I forgot everything then. All I could think of was the way his tongue felt on my pussy. Then I felt his fingers touching lower then his tongue. He was looking for the hole that I knew was down there but had never touched or found myself. Then I felt him pushing inside. I tried to close my legs but there was no hope. I felt very afraid. I knew pain was coming and I wanted to stop him before he hurt me. Then it was inside of me. However, it didn’t hurt at all, it actually felt good. It did feel a little strange but it was also pleasurable. His tongue began to move again and I was overcome by pleasure. I realized I had been leaning my body towards his mouth and I relaxed back onto the bed. I didn’t want him to know I was enjoying it.
  
     “Oh your so tight and you taste so good.” He said as he stopped for a second then began again. Then suddenly he began to lick my clit faster and his finger was suddenly going in and out of me. The rest of the world disappeared. I couldn’t think anymore, I only felt. I got this feeling that something was coming, like I was climbing a ladder. I heard moans but I wasn’t sure if it was me anymore. All I could think about was his finger inside of me and his tongue that was causing my body to sweat and convulse on the bed. Then it happened. I had my first orgasm. It ripped through me and I cried out. It sounded like a cry of pain but I wasn’t hurt at all. I felt my legs jerk. Then I collapsed back onto the bed feeling like I had jut ran a mile. I didn’t feel afraid anymore. If this was what he wanted from me, I didn’t really have any complaints.

  I felt him shift on the bed and I opened my eyes  to see him undoing his pants. Even with them on, I could see the huge bulge where I knew his penis was. At that time I didn’t understand about a man being hard when he was turned on, all I knew was that it was huge and I had no idea what he intended to do with it. I watched him pull his pants and underwear down in one quick swipe. His penis was sticking straight out and it looked bigger then I had ever imagined it would be. The fear returned and the intense pleasure I had just experienced was quickly forgotten, though it  still felt extremely wet between my legs.
    
   “Come here,” He said motioning for me to get up, “ I want you to put this in your mouth.” He was holding his penis and I didn’t  need to clarify what exactly he meant, I knew right away. I got up and positioned myself in front of him. He sat on the bed and leaned his back against the wall. I just stared at his huge, hard cock, afraid to move or do something wrong but at the same time, oddly fascinated.
 
  “Come on, put it your mouth!” He ordered impatiently. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and lowered my lips to the head of his dick. As soon as my lips met his skin I heard him make a sound, sort of like a whimper or a moan. I took the whole head in my mouth but that was as far as I could go. He tried to push my head on him further, but it wasn’t going to happen. He was just too big and my mouth was too small.

   “Just take it in and out of your mouth.” He said, sounding frustrated. I did as I was told. I heard him breathing hard and it felt good to know that I was making him feel good. But it didn’t make sense. This man was forcing himself on me and there I was trying to please him. He then took his hand and started moving it up and down over his penis, the part that wasn’t in my mouth. It felt like his head was getting bigger and I tried to move faster, remembering what he done to me.

  “I’m gonna cum Michelle and I want you to swallow it. Don’t you dare spit it out.” I wasn’t sure what was about to happen but I braced myself. Then suddenly he was pushing himself farther into my mouth and I felt my lips stretching a little. It was uncomfortable but I got the feeling it would be over soon.

  Then his dick started jerking in my hand. I heard him moaning loudly and I tried to move as fast as I could, taking the head of his cock in and out of my mouth. Before I knew what was happening, my mouth was being filled with hot liquid. It didn’t taste bad, but it wasn’t ice cream or candy that’s for sure. I heard him moan one last time then his cock was still. I sat up on the bed, releasing his cock and looking for my panties as he just leaned against the wall breathing heavily.

   “Lay down Michelle.” He said, out of breath. The firmness in his voice was alarming. I thought we were done and I wasn’t sure what was next.

  “But…” I said quietly but, was interrupted by him.

  “But nothing, just do it!” He said, even more firmly. I laid back on the bed as I was ordered and closed my eyes again.

   “Now Michelle, this is going to hurt.” I heard him say more gently.
  
   “No, please don’t hurt me.” I begged, opening my eyes to plead with him. He ignored me and began spreading my legs apart again. I tried to clench my knees together but he spread them apart almost effortlessly.
 
   “It’ll just hurt more if you fight it.” He said as he lowered himself between my legs. I didn’t care anymore, I was afraid. I grabbed a hold of his arms and dug my nails in. He didn’t even seem to notice. I felt his dick pressing into me, trying to fit inside of me. I realized what he was doing and began to thrash and scratch and bite and whatever else I could think of. He laid his body on mine, his weight crushing me and immobilizing me at the same time.

    Then there was his penis, pressing into me, spreading me open. It felt like my skin was ripping. His hand came to my mouth just as I began to scream. The tears started streaming from my tightly shut eyes as I felt him going in farther. It hurt so bad I wanted to die. I tried to move again but nothing happened. My arms were pinned underneath his weight and I was helpless. I continued to scream as he slipped it in farther. I could hear him grunting and moaning, saying something in my ear but there was no way I could hear him, the pain was too intense.

  Every time I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I felt him go in more and the pain start over. I screamed and cried and begged for him to stop but he didn’t seem to hear me at all. He continued moaning and grunting and slowly pressing himself inside of me. I could feel him in my stomach. And it was starting to hurt there as well. I heard him moan loudly, guessing he had finally gotten all the way in. I hoped that meant it was over. And he did start to pull out slowly. I closed my eyes, and sighed, feeling relieved. But before he was all the way out, he shoved it back inside, sending a new sharp pain threw me. I started screaming again as he began to press himself in and out of me. His moans were so loud I thought, hoped, they might wake my sister down the hall.
  
    He began moving faster and his moaning became quicker as well. The pain subsided a little, but not dieing down completely. I kept my eyes closed but I was able to stop screaming.

   “Oh god, oh god. It feels so good. I’m gonna cum inside of you Michelle. Here it comes.” He said as he shoved his penis in as far as it could go and it hurt deep inside of me. I felt him jerking inside as I assumed he was doing the same thing he had done in my mouth.

   “Oh, oh oh ohhhhhhh.” I heard him moan into the pillow as I felt the hot liquid, shooting inside of me as his cock throbbed, and then stopped. I felt his body go limp on top of me for a second and I couldn’t breath. I tried to push him of but once again to no avail. Then, he rolled off of me and I felt his cock come out my very sore pussy.

  I brought my fingers to my swollen pussy lips and came back with blood on them. I began to cry again. I felt like I had been ripped in two.

  He climbed over me and got off the bed. I saw that his dick had blood on it as well. He began getting dressed. I pulled my covers over my soar body and over my head, I wanted to hide from my shame, from him. The pain was still there, but not as bad since he had pulled himself out of me.

   “Now Michelle, if you tell anyone. I’ll have to kill you.” I heard him say. I didn’t have a reply to that. I hadn’t even thought of telling anybody. I felt dirty and ashamed and I didn’t want anyone to know what had happened to me. “Did you hear me?” He said firmly. I still didn’t answer. Then the covers were removed from my head and he grabbed my shoulders. “Are you listening to me?” He yelled In my face.
  
  “I can hear you. Why would I want to tell anyone? So they can think I’m dirty? No way.” I said as I tried to squirm out of his grasp. He stared at me for a moment then released me, evidently convinced that I wasn’t going to blab.

  “Good.” he said, fastening the belt on his pants then putting on his shoes. I covered my face again under the covers  and cried some more. After a few minutes, I didn’t hear anything anymore, I looked up and he was gone. I slipped a t-shirt on and ran to the bathroom to bath.

 I was angry and upset for awhile after that but then, one night, I started touching myself. I would slip my hand inside my panties and rub my clit, pretending it was his mouth on me. The memory of the pain faded, but the pleasure stuck with me. The way I had lost control of myself when he was licking and fingering me.

 Not too long after that, I became obsessed with touching myself and fantasizing about him. It was strange how much I had hated him at first, then afterwards I wanted him again. I wished he would come back. Then I decided to look for him.

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