I love being Molested, Too

Starting out in Kindergarten, but he was a pedophile in the 4th grade. I know, weird right? #Frotteurism #Picarism

I noticed him hanging around the little playground. The big kids had there own, but I learned how to climb up in the bucket swings all bye myself. I needed someone to push me, but sometimes I was content to sit up there, and look around.

After school, my mom was late picking me up, and I was the last one. Her car broke down, but I didn’t know that yet. Even the teacher left, and rolled her cart out to the parking lot. After she drove away, he opened up the gate, and came in.

Behind me, he said “You stuck?” Before I could even ask him to push me, he reached down, and picked me up with his hands between my legs. Front, and back, but then he turned me around, so I could hug him with my arms, and legs.

He held my dress up, and squeezed my butt, but then he carried me off, and left the gate open. He put me down when his arms got tired, but he made sure to rub my tummy, and my chest with his boner on the way down.

On purpose, I was completely oblivious that all this touching and stuff was sexual, but then he unzipped his pants. “You have to pee?” I pointed, and it pointed right back, but he just shook his head.

“I can’t when it’s hard like this, but you ever seen a boner before?”

I nodded, “My daddy wakes up like that, but then he goes pee, and it’s all better.”

“Well, you have to put it in your mouth, and suck it to get me started.”

“You won’t pee in my mouth?”

“I promise,” but he patted my head, and I held my hands up. On his hips, but once I put my elbows up, he couldn’t force me. “It’s okay, it won’t bite.”

I giggled, “It’s not a snake, it’s a worm, and worms don’t have teeth.” They don’t even have bones, ask me where I picked up that little tidbit of information?

“That’s right, so there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Some girls were scared of worms, when boys dug them out, and chased you with them, or creepy crawlies, but not me. So, I sniffed it first, and it didn’t smell like pee. Then, I touched it with my tongue, and it didn’t taste like pee, so I licked it, and kissed it until he finally let go of my head, and just patted it.

“Huh, yeah. Just like that, you’re a good little cock sucker!”

“Mh mh!” He had a good little cock, at least 2 inches, maybe even 3, and this must be what mommy and daddy won’t do in front if the kids. I knew they had special games they play, in there room, and I even imagined them jumping on the bed together, because that’s what it sounds like.

They wouldn’t let me jump on there bed, neither. Finally, he pulled out, unfinished, but he didn’t pee. He just buttoned up his pants, and said “There, that wasn’t so bad.” He squatted down, so he had to look up, right in front of me. “Was it?”

“Yeah!” I hugged him, “That was fun, and yummy!” He didn’t even pee in my mouth, so I was just so grateful.

Then, he zipped up, and said “come on.”

So, I pulled his hand and said “Pick me up!”

“Okay.”

“No, the way you did it in the swing.”

“You like that,” he turned me around, so he could hold me front, and back, but that made his arms tired. So, he turned me back around to hold me by the butt again, I hugged him with my arms and legs to feel his hip bone.

Right between my legs, so when he walked, it rubbed me hard with almost all my weight on it. “Hm!” I kissed his neck, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He patted my ass, lovingly. “Uh, what’s your name?”

I told him, and he told me his, but I’m not naming names to protect the guilty. He never groomed me, we just played games after school, but sexy mommy daddy games. I knew we’re supposed to play behind closed doors, but I didn’t know that you had to get married first.

He walked me home, and mom was “Worried sick,” but he ran off before I ran up to knock on the door. I didn’t have a key, because I wasn’t supposed to run off alone. Why I could get caught by a child molester, but nobody told me about them, until it was too late. He sure didn’t look like a Big Bad Wolf, I’ll say that.

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The next day, I ran out, saying his name right away. So, he unlocked the gate, and the teacher let us go before my mommy showed up. This time I wore tights, hoping he’d pick me up again, but he didn’t like them.

He put me down, and I looked around, but all I saw was a little wall, and somebody’s house. I didn’t know them, but they weren’t home. “You must be hot in these,” he pulled up the back of my little lemon dress.

Not exactly like Lemon Meringue from Strawberry Shortcakes, but too short to wear without tights on. He suck his thumb down the back, and then he pulled them out. “You better take them off.” He stuck them in his pocket, but before he said that. “Up!”

I didn’t notice how warm I felt, especially riding his hip. I liked his hands squeezing my butt under the short ruffles of that dress, but looking back, I’m amazed that he was brave enough to walk around, holding me that way.

I had some vague idea that it was sexual, (Though in Kindergarten, I couldn’t spell S. E. X. yet) and we just went far enough to hide in bushes, so he could pull his boner out again. He made me suck it again, but this time, I touched myself. The way he couldn’t touch me, down there like that, but through my panties.

He hadn’t touched me in my undies yet, or take them off, but he got bored with me sucking, and put it back away. “Up!” He picked me up to ride his hip again, but I wasn’t even going to get tingles in there for years to cum.

Lucky for me, I had 3 whole years to watch him grow strong, like Pipi Longstockings? She had a cow, who had a calf (That’s a baby cow) she picked up every day, but he grew bigger, and bigger every day, until she could pick up a whole cow!

That’s how he got so big and strong, picking me up, but he never peed. He even got held back a year, but he didn’t like girls his age. There disgusting, once they start getting fat in the chest, hairy, and start sweating. I didn’t really sweat yet, because I was little, but then he told me about periods!

“Ew, gross!”

“Yeah gross.” He made a face, “That’s why there disgusting, but I don’t have to worry about that with you.”

“Good,” I hugged him, “I’m glad.”

He left before I started puberty too, for middle school, and it broke my heart. I thought I’d never see him again, and I didn’t know where he lived, where he went to school, and I had nobody to play with all summer.

Mommy had a little baby brother, but he was fat, and disgusting. Puny, and weak, so I hated him, and tried to get out of baby sitting, whenever I could. “Mom, I’m almost 10, and I don’t want to play with stupid babies, and dirty diapers any more.” I wined, and turned into a little brat, because I was broken hearted, and missed him.

Then, we started 4th grade, and McGruff, the Crime Dog? Yeah, he came and bit Stranger on the leg. We laughed, and he growled. “GRRRRRUH! Take a bite out of crime.”

After the movie, they turned on the lights, and the principal asked if we have “Any questions?”

“Ooh me!” Melanie raised her hand, and waved it. Got up, and she was cute as a button. I’m a girl, so you tend to notice, expecially when she’s not blonde like me. “What happens when a stranger gets you in his car, and you don’t talk to him, but he grabs you, and picks you up, anyway?”

“Why, have you, or someone you know met a stranger like him?”

“Ohohohoho.” She lied, “No. I’m just asking, because they didn’t get to that part.” Then, she rubbed her hands together, and tucked her skirt in between her legs, before sitting down.

DING! I didn’t realize that’s what they’re talking about, until she did that. So, I payed attention to the presentation, and tried to remember everything they got wrong. It sure as shit wasn’t uncomfortable, but then I had so many questions I had to stand up, and raise my hand.

“Yes,” she pointed, “The blonde girl, in the blue dress?” Blue works too, because it makes my eyes sparkle!

I looked down, back up, and then over at the other girl, who’d bin molested. “Oh, um. What if he’s not a stranger?” She was already blushing real hard, all the way down her neck, so rubbing her hands together between her legs must be working. “Why?” A man leaned over, and the microphone squeaked. “Do you, or anyone you know know a man like that?”

“Oh, no.” He’s a boy. “I’m just asking.” I rubbed my hands together, and sat down with my skirt between my legs, to see what that felt like.

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She was in 6 grade, so she already started growing up, and getting gross. She shaved it, because she’s a child molester, and she couldn’t pick me up, but she did have pretty nice hip-bones. A nice wet tongue but she went too far, and deflowered me.

That hurt, so I didn’t want to play with her again, but she told me you can molest boys, too. “Na uh!” That just didn’t fit in my pretty little head.

“Yeah huh, if they’re young enough.”

“Ew, I hate little boys, there stupid, fat, and puny.” I like older boys, about 10-12, but that really depends on the boy. Too young to get me pregnant, but not old enough to say “No” with any authority. At least I got the whole bicurious phase out of the way early.

Looking back, I can say that I’m a Tribadist. That’s like the complete opposite of being a Frotteurist. For 1, I’m a girl, and I like rubbing off on boys. 2, they like strangers, but I like people I know. Demisexual I guess, as good an excuse as why I don’t like men my age.

Not too young, though, and no fatties. My first molester went nuts after that. I hope I’m not the one that set him off, he sure didn’t leave in a hurry, but when that girl came in the office, crying. I didn’t know it was him, but I saw the grey dot she had on the side of his blouse, where he poked her bra with a sharpened pencil.

The next time I saw him, he was getting arrested for stabbing pregnant ladies to kill the babies. I guess I’m lucky he left me before he turned into a psychopath, anger retaliatory picaristic serial killer. It didn’t feel like that at the time, but if it’s any consolation, he’s the reason why I became a Profiler. (Specializing in Child Abductions with the Amber Alert System.)

I never saw her again, but I sure hope she’s still doing evil…

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