Molested Teen

This is a true incident of how I was molested when I was a 12 year old girl in school.

I was 12 then, when I was molested by a man in my school. I don’t clearly remember who he was but he was definitely a staff member and I think he was married. He even had a daughter. To think everyday she would have to go back to a man who liked little girls used to give me nightmares.

I was a pretty attractive and good looking child for my age, I can say by looking back at photos. To a certain degree I might even understand the man’s actions but never in my life before did I think that would happen to me.

He had been clearly targeting me for a while because months before, when on a field trip, he had sat next to me and for the entirety of the trip his hands were on my thighs, pressing them, coddling them, feeling them while pretending to show me the sights outside.

For some reason I had been left alone in the corridor of the classrooms and he had approached me. I went along with him, alone to a separate room which he proceeded to lock after me.

We got talking and I was just waiting to go home, whilst he was trying different topics and looking for ways to make me sit next to him. His hands were going everywhere on my body and I was flinching. In the midst he was comforting me, slowly smiling at me and unbuttoning his shirt. I remember his black track pants and his briefs which were studded with starry design.

I rose up from my chair and walked to the wall behind me and he followed me. My eyes were wide open. Breathless. I tried pushing against the wall with my tiny palms and he loved it. He said he loved seeing my reaction. And he certainly loved it when I looked in horror as his naked cock tumbled out of his legs. For a second, I thought it was a snake or a giant worm.

He slowly removed my hijab from my head, played with my hair as I squirmed at his touch, before he knelt and in front of my face, began to masturbate. I saw him pull back on his foreskin and a pink mushroom head peer out, then go back in and then out. It terrified me so much, thinking it was about to eat me or something that I watched in possible fascination at that sight. Soon I was pressing my eyelids so tight it hurt but I could hear the squishy noises his penis was making. I didn’t know then but it was probably precum.

He had dragged two tables on either sides, blocking my escape while he sat on a chair meant for kids my age. I repeatedly opened my eyes to see if he was gone but he was still there grinning at my situation.

He stood so close to me once, that though my eyes were closed I could feel his dick plastered on my face, just staying there as if reminding me of it’s presence.

He held my tiny clenched fists for a while, then rubbed my lips a lot, getting inside my mouth, feeling my teeth, pulling on my tongue. He got me to open my eyes by a variety of torture like pulling on my hair which he had messed up, pulling on my school uniform.

I began to scream when he began to kiss me. I felt that he had enough of playing with me and decided to get more aggressive at that point. I remember tearing up so much, I got blurry vision but everytime he wiped it off and kissed me again and again. I began to calm a bit when he placed me on his lap and caressed me like I was a baby, for that’s what my mother did.

He set me back on the ground in front of him, facing him and continued to jerk off while holding me in place with his free hand on my shoulder. I was a little courageous by now to at least open my eyes but kept looking down at every eye contact we made. He kept huffing, puffing, groaning like he was in pain, but his face looked happy, and he kept sticking his tongue out in a wild manner.

He suddenly grabbed my throat and loosened it only when he saw me pee in fear, soaking my entire uniform. He laughed at me and kept calling me his lover, his mistress, his daughter and all sorts of names, even saying what a little slut I was and how lucky my father was. Never understanding what he was saying or why, but only in later years grasping the meaning.

As expected his cock erupted unnaturally thick semen onto me, projecting it all over myself. No matter what I did, it felt like it was searching for me. After the first spurts had painted my face, I realized I wasn’t liking it as much as he was and held my hands in front of me, making them drench but when he saw me do that he got up in rage and pushed both my hands up, holding them above me and kept his erupting penis directly on my face.

I felt like I was drowning over his liquid, as it got into my nose, my eyes, my mouth. I was swallowing in gulps as I began to cry again and more and more kept coming, till it finally stopped.

The man used my hijab to clean up my face and dress and when he brought me out still crying, he explained to some other staff he knew that I had ‘dirtied’ myself.

I left the school after that for other reasons, so there wasn’t much left to do and I didn’t tell my parents, because I kept telling myself it was either a dream or a stupid game to scare me. But of course I knew what it was and though I thought that was the last time I would allow that to happen, real life turned out to be quite the opposite and eye opening.

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PS – this is my first time writing about this incident and I might make some mistakes so I apologize for any. though I might sound different in this narration this changed my life completely. Ask and comment below on what you want to hear next or suggest any improvements.

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