I wasn’t molested until I turned 11, but I got the best gift ever for my birthday!
“Look at you,” he turned me around in front of the mirror, “You’re going to be a young woman soon.” Of course, I looked at myself in the mirror all the time. That’s what I had it for, getting dressed, and checking my hair, I even practiced putting on makeup, but that wasn’t easy.
Then, he started telling me about boys. Mansplaining really, as if I didn’t know anything about boys, and that they might start to notice “These.” He slipped his hands down to my bra, and gently rubbed them.
I looked up, nodding, and biting my lip. Not sure if he wanted consent, or he wanted to keep playing this game, but I wasn’t going to stop him. I liked his man hands on my body, and he could do more. Finally, he sat back on my bed, and pulled him back between his legs, so I turned around.
“What about their dicks?” I ran my hands up his lap, “They’re still pretty small. Huh!”
I was a little surprised when I felt it, because I was expecting him to be hard.
He chuckled, “Well, you have to be patient, they’re still growing too.” I tried rubbing it, but it wouldn’t get hard, and I shook my head.
“What am I doing wrong?”
“Nothing,” he kissed my head, and called me “Sweetheart. You’re very pretty, and don’t think the boys haven’t noticed, but they’re probably scared.”
“They don’t have the balls to cum up and talk to me.” I felt down to rub them in his pants, and they were hard, but I couldn’t roll them around in there, they were too tight. “They don’t have any hair on them, either?”
Honestly, I wasn’t sure, because even the 6 graders wouldn’t drop their pants, and wave them around in front of us. I guess that was good, they weren’t bad boys like that, at least not any at my school, that I heard of. “Huh!” I finally got sick of him teasing me, so I unzipped his pants. “How do you get it out of here?” He finally let go, and stuck his fingers in his fly. 2 fingers, just like a girl. (I’d seen plenty of girls masturbate, and even played bisexuals, looking at porn with them.)
“Well, boys are a little behind, when it comes to starting puberty. That’s when your body start to change.”
I rolled my eyes, but now his condescension was getting insulting. I know, condescension is a pretty big word, for such a little girl, like Adolescence.
“I know,” but then I looked down, and his big chubby was out in his hand. He squeezed it, and pumped it up to the top, so it stretched out, and he could wrap his other 2 fingers around it. “Huh!” I licked my lips, and pulled down my mask.
“Oh!” he let go, when I kissed the tip, and sucked it to stretch out, it felt like at least 6 inches, just from how much I had left, between my hand, and my mouth. I pumped it a felt times, until it was stiff, and he patted my head. So, I went down, as far as I could without gagging on it. I don’t know how to deep throat, and I wasn’t about to try it, but I held my hand at just the right place, where I could kiss it, and stop before I choked it.
“Huh, that’s a good girl.”
I shook my head, “I’m not a dog, and I’m not stupid. I know what you want, so why don’t you just stop teasing me, and say it?”
“You want to suck me off?”
“No!” I rolled my eyes, and shook my head. “Well,” I licked my lips, and grinned. “Maybe just a little more, but take off your pants.” I took off my birthday dress, and looked back in the mirror.
Okay, I had started puberty, but in my underwear. I didn’t look any older than I was this morning, when I put them on. I’m not that flat, and I think these panties make my butt look cute.
I shook my head when he sat back down, on my bed. His pants down around his ankles. He didn’t have any hair on his legs, neither. “Take off your shirt, too. You’re a bad little boy, weren’t you? You’re one of those perverted ones, looking up girls skirts, and trying to touch them, when they got titties.” I had to wiggle a little to get my shoulders out of my training bra, but as soon as I saw how bald he was all over.
I shook my head, I knew he was a pedobear as soon as he showed up. He didn’t even look at mommy, he just handed her the present, and looked at me. The way my friend’s father shouldn’t never look at a little girl, when she just turned 11. “You don’t have any hair on your balls, neither.” He wouldn’t let go of my titties, and rubbing my nipples with his thumbs, but I had to stop rolling them around in his bald bag.
“Huh!” My eyes rolled up, and half open when I felt a rush of heat wash over me like a wave of hot water.
“You like that.” I licked my lips, and felt up to the wet half of his drooping dick. “You can’t even keep it up?”
“Uh!” He tried to scoot back, but I helt on tight so it bulged, and he couldn’t get away. “What’s wrong, you don’t like that?”
“You have to be gent, uh!” My fingers slipped up, so I grabbed him with both hands, and pumped it. Laughing.
“You like it, don’t lie. You love it.”
“Uh huh! Stop, I mnh!” He bit his lips, but then something landed on my thumb, and more shot out, dribbling down my fingers.
I let go, but it was too late. It fell over, wilting, and twitching like a dead fish.
“You couldn’t even hold it.” I shook my head. “Typical. You look like a grown man, when really you’re just a scared little boy inside.” I wiped my hands off, and picked up my dress, careful not to get any on the outside. He looked at me, like he couldn’t believe what just happened. “I have to get back to my party, and you’ve got a mess to clean up. I don’t want my mom to find your dirty dick puke all over my stuff, so clean up my room.”
He tried to molest me, but I wound up molesting him instead! I could keep a straight face, but I got the door closed before I broke down in giggles. Hard to believe he could get it up to get a woman pregnant, but sure enough he had kids of his own, and his daughter was in my 6 grade class.
Which is why I invited her, but you know what that means. She’s 11, and starting to show. She’s starting to turn into a young lady, so I better go talk to her.
I wonder if he can get it up, and keep it up for her?
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