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To be honest, I do not know if this was the first sexual assault of my young life, but I have began to remember my sorted past… This will be the first of my collection.
My mother always made it a point to keep us kids in some kind of program to learn and better ourselves. At the age of two and half or three I was enrolled in a beginners ballet class. The instructor was a retired professional from Austria and despite our age he was very firm with all of us, me especially… Back in those days they did not know anything about ausbergers and mild down syndrome.. I never spoke, and was always off tasked, struggled to pay attention… I was the perfect target…
My mother usually stuck around to watch us, but many times she did not and she would drop me off 30 minutes early… I would dread these days… I wanted to cry, “please don’t leave me,” but I struggled expressing my self and I feared what he would do..
This teacher was smart… At first he did not do anything and he never said much… He just took me into the play room and sat me in a chair. He kept the lights off and would not allow me to play with any toys, or move.. He just stood there… Once when he left I played with some of the toys and put them back. However, most of the time I fallowed orders, because despite the fact he had not hurt me physically I did fear he would…
Then one day it happened, I was as usual, off in my aspie world and not dancing with everyone… The instructor firmly grabbed me and knelt me down on one knee… I could see his hand go up and “SLAP!” his hand came down across my thigh… The sound of the beating echoed through out the little auditorium and all the other three year olds watched… They did not cry… I was the tallest, strongest, kid in the class and if he would hit me… he would have hit anyone… I was in shock… and being an aspie did not display my fear and shame…
When my mother came she took me by the hand and as she walked me out I actually spoke, “mommy, the teacher hit me” and my mother laughed and said, “oh stop making up stories.” In that moment I knew my parents would not protect şişli escort me… I was alone… My teacher knew this too…When he hit me, and received no complaints from my parents my teacher knew I was his…
The next day my mother had to run errands and left me 30 minutes before class… My instructor was in jeans and a tee shirt, not his leotard…. As soon as my mother left he took me to the play room and closed the door… sat me in the little chair.. He never gave verbal commands, he expected me to know what to do and with his energy he forced me to do it… He walked towards me and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, he held my face and pressed his cock head against my pouty lips… I looked up at him with pleading eyes and slowly opened my mouth… he placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly pumped… My mouth was so tiny I could hardly breath. It was stuffed full….There was a look on his face I did not recognize.. He closed his eyes tight, his breath was ragged….. All I remember is the texture… and how much I wanted to be anywhere but there… Then he slowly took his cock out of my mouth, stuffed it into his pants, and left, closing the door behind him… (I’m sure now he went to jack off in the bathroom)
As relieved as I was when he left…. It was the most horrible, lonely, empty feeling I had ever experienced…. I knew I could not escape…. My mother would not believe me and even so.. how would I explain it? I knew the words…. I just couldn’t…. I just couldn’t…
Every time my mother left me I knew it was going to happen and I wept inside… He was never rough with me… never pulled my hair… never beat me except that one time… He never pushed his cock into my throat…. But he treated me like an object…. He did not talk to me, touch me, he just stuck his hard cock in my mouth, sometimes he would grab my face or the back of my neck and force me to look at him with his cock stuffed in my mouth… He wanted to see my pouty lips rapped around it…. He waned to feel my tongue swirl around the shaft…He wanted me…It made me afraid when he looked me in the eyes….
One day when I was left alone, my teacher as usual, took me into the play room… I believe it had been going on for a long time at this point, I may have been four or close to it… He sat me in the chair and unzipped his pants.. I could see him quickly pull his cock out and push it past my soft baby lips. The texture on my tongue and mouth was apparent.. and by this time I knew what he wanted.. but my mind had shut off… I would flick my tongue over the tip and around…just hoping to get him excited enough to leave… I could feel his hands resting on my shoulders as he gently pulled in and out, carful not to hurt himself on my teeth… Then I could feel his hands slowly slip from my shoulders… I was terrified, “oh gosh what is he doing?” I thought as his hands trailed down my chest to my non existent breasts… I could feel him massaging my tiny toddler breast.. They were just tiny risings of flesh, but they were there… I did not know breasts were a sexual thing as a child but I was self conscious. I could feel his hands glide over them as he found my little nipples… He grabbed them both and started to pull them gently… he flicked my nipples with his thumb nail…. I was terrified but I could feel my body shaking with pleasure… Oh god it felt good…. I was ashamed that I liked it…
As he rubbed and yanked them my body felt in shock, the pleasure ran through my body like electricity… Then his hands again began to move…This time I was getting afraid… He ran his hands over my tummy down my legs, he rubbed my thighs and pushed me back into a slouching position… He stared at my little pussy… I’m sure he had been admiring it for a long time… The little leotard hugged my cunny like a bathing suit… Slowly his hands moved up my thigh and he placed his large hand over my pussy… He palmed my entire vagina with his hand and could still move it under my bottom too… He just left his hand there enjoying the warmth… I was so scared I thought I would die…
Then he took two fingers and started to trace my pussy lips through the leotard… I let out a little gasp as he traced the outline of my flower…Then he slid his fingers in my lips, pushing the fabric in, searching for my little clit.. when he found it he began to gently diddle the tip… I was still terrified but I could not believe how good it felt. With the other hand he reached under my leotard and grabbed a naked nipple, pulling and flicking it roughly.. I began to whimper and he pulled his cock out of my mouth… he bent down and began to lick by breast, flicking across the nipple, sucking it, slowly biting the tip, until I was close to an orgasm…
Then he pushed my leotard aside and stared at my naked baby pussy. Free of hair, it was soft and smooth and he ran his hands over it… Then he grabbed my fat little pussy lips and opened them wide.. He looked at my baby cunt without expression… but he loved it.. I was still trembling as he brought his mouth down to my cunny… slowly her grabbed my little clitty as he licked the length of my pussy… He threw his hand over my mouth as he began to devour me. I whimpered… because I was so scared but it felt so good… I was so confused…
He then started to lap at my clit, taking the tip of his tongue to my little clit and flicking it hard… I almost screamed… No doubt he gave me my first orgasm…He continued to tug and diddle my clit as he moved down and traced around my love hole… I did not know there was pleasure there, but there was as he grabbed my bottom and pulled me to his face, plunging his tongue deep inside me, wiggling it around, yanking my clit with the other hand… oh my god…. I was terrified but I could feel his tongue wiggling, pumping in and out, he gently nibbled my pussy with his teeth as he tongued me.. finding the base of my clit and my baby pussy lips…. Taking my entire pussy in his mouth, scraping my clit again and again on his teeth…. My legs twitched with all the passion a three year old could feel as my pussy gushed on his face….
Then he got up and went to the bathroom… leaving me to clean my self up… I did the best I could and got in my chair as a small tear began to form in my eye…Never had I felt so much pleasure, and so much lonliness.
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