Perverts 'R' Us

Invisible

By Invisible Girl ( Child molesting )

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Memory 1- (but not the first memory. -True-)

I was about six years old. I was just beginning to learn to read. I was trying to teach my little sister how. She was only four and didn't really care about what I wanted to show her.

We sat on the couch in the finished basement. It was a big room, so the couch was like a divider. Meaning, the couch was kinda in the middle of the floor of the big room. (like on TV shows sometimes there are big living rooms, and the couch is set so it's possible to walk behind it.) I was flipping through a Dr. Seuss book, "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish" to be exact. I used to love Dr. Seuss. The television was on, some cartoon, I no longer remember which.

Anyway, I sat there flipping through the pages, and kept poking Maggie (my sister), trying to teach her to read, when I heard foot steps coming down the stairs, I knew it was Todd.

Todd was my mom's boyfriend at the time. He was a little older than my mom. We were living at his house. I knew it was Todd because I knew my mom went to the store. I remember feeling that scared feeling in my tummy that I got every time he was around. He liked to play "secret games".

He came downstairs, and I didn't even turn my head. I hoped he'd just go away.

It was hard with him. Sometimes he was very nice, and sometimes he was very mean, and sometimes he was in between. I never knew what to expect. He came over to the couch and sat down next to me, so I was in the middle of him and Maggie.

Then he leaned to me and whispered really softly, something like "Why don't we let Maggie look at the book for a little while?" Then he reached over and pulled the book out of my hands and dropped it in Maggie's lap. Then he took my hand and stood up. I followed him, just staying quiet. It was always quicker when I was quiet. He took me behind the couch (remember I told you it wasn't pushed against a wall, but rather kinda in the middle of the room) and to this chair that was behind the couch. It was like a lazy-boy armchair. He picked me up and put me standing up on the chair.

I had on a t-shirt and pants, and my underthings and socks on. He had on shorts and a t-shirt. Anyway, he put me in the chair, and then he reached out and pulled down my pants and underwear and the same time, then picked me up against him, and pulled them off completely, leaving my socks on. Then he sat me down in the chair. I was being really quiet because I didn't want Maggie turning around and seeing what was happening. Even at six I wanted to protect her.

Then he knelt in front of the chair and pushed my legs apart, and started touching my legs and stuff. I was kinda relieved, actually, because I was glad he wasn't hurting me this time. (Sometime when he was mad he'd hit and spank and stuff, but that's another story.) He kept touching my legs and kissing and licking them, and I knew he liked that a lot because he'd smile when he did it.

And he'd call me "Princess". That was the only time he called me "Princess", when we were playing our secret games. Then he licked in between my legs. (at the time I called that my "private places" or my "gina", obviously short for "vagina", I didn't know anything else to call it, and he just called them my "special princess place") I liked when he licked me there a little too. I didn't know why I liked it. I didn't understand why. It kinda felt like tickling, but better. And certain times when he licked me it felt REALLY good. (I know now he must have been licking my clit, but at the time I didn't even know what that was. *ggl*) he licked all between my legs, and kept whispering stuff like "Do you like that, Princess?" and I knew I had to say yes or he'd get mad.. so I nodded and said "Yes".

Then after awhile he stood up and started pulling his shorts off. That's when I started getting nervous again. He pulled off his shorts and I saw his "privates" too. It was all hard. (He called it "his friend" well he let me call it that anyway.) He took my hand and put it on his friend and closed his hand around mine, kinda making me rub it up and down, and stuff was dripping out the little hole (I now know it was precum, but at the time I just knew it was "stuff").

Then he took my hand away, and pushed my legs apart more, kinda rubbing up against my 'gina. And he was breathing fast, then he started pushing, and I bit my lip as hard as I could, and was being really quiet because I didn't want Maggie to know or see. He grabbed my legs and pushed more.. He actually wasn't doing it as hard as he sometimes did, it didn't hurt too bad. And he kept pushing, and pulling my legs so I was kinda slumping in the chair, and he'd pull back and push in, and pull back and in.

Then it stopped hurting so much. After awhile it always stopped, and I breathed easier then, and he kept pushing and pushing, and I knew he was going to be done soon. (at the time I thought he used to pee inside me, but now I know he was coming.) So he moved really fast and then came all inside me, and then pulled out, and there was "stuff" dripping out, and he picked up his shorts and used them to wipe me up a bit. Then he helped me get back on my pants, but not my panties, and kissed my forehead, and then had me kiss his. He patted my bum softly and told me to be a good girl, picked me up, put me back on the couch with Maggie, and then he went back upstairs.

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That was one time. Hope someone out there liked it. It's crazy but I actually hope it turns someone on. It turns me on now, even though at the time I was scared and hurting, now when I think back...

Like I said, I know I'm sick. Oh well. To each his or her own.

Invisible 2 Second Try- (another memory -True-)

This happened at our other house. The second house we lived in with Todd. It was actually an apartment. Kind of small, just a tiny kitchen, a bedroom, and a small living room and bathroom. So Todd got to "accidentally" see us (my sister and I) a lot, when we were naked, without my mom getting suspicious.

I was home from school. I wasn't feeling well, and mom had to go to work. I remember laying in bed (my sister and I had bunk beds in the corner of their bedroom, since there was only one room in that apartment) and mom came over and kissed my forehead and told me something like "Try to rest, Vicky, and don't bug Todd too much." Mom knew about Todd's violent tempers, but not about the little "secret games".

I fell asleep in the bottom bunk, and started waking up slowly I felt something rubbing on my mouth. I tried to roll over, like I was still sleeping, but he grabbed my, and pulled me off the bed, hissing something at me like "I know you're awake, Vicky." He picked me up and dropped me down on the big bed, the one he slept with mom in. And he climbed up right next to me, he was naked, and he was pressing me down on the bed with one hand.

This time I tried to make him go away. Sometimes I did that. I felt sick, I just wanted to sleep. I wanted him to leave me alone. I tried to kick him, but he quickly sat on top of my legs so I couldn't kick, his "friend" (penis, dick, cock, whatever you want to call it) was right near my face. I closed my mouth tight, and continued wiggling beneath him. I don't know why I thought I could get away, I was seven and he was much stronger than me. He didn't do anything, just watched me. I remember him smiling. I started to cry.

He actually reached out and brushed my tears away. I thought maybe he was going to stop, but then he held my chin in one hand, really tight and it hurt, and he looked down at me, kind of glaring. And said in his mean voice something like: "You know what to do, Princess, come on Vicky." I just shook my head though, and kept my mouth closed tight.

He smiled. He always smiles. Then took his hand from my chin and moved it up my face and pinched my nose. I kept my mouth shut still, as long as I could. But I couldn't breath. I grabbed his hand and tried to pull it away from my nose but I couldn't. I felt like I was going to die. I had to take a breath. I opened my mouth and gasped for air. Immediately he pushed his friend into my mouth, I tried to pull back, but of course my head was against the bed, there was no where to get away. I couldn't even bite him. I didn't even think to try. I don't think I'd have been able to anyway. He was too big for my mouth, and it was forced open so wide that closing my teeth around him would have been hard. (don't believe me, try it. Put something really big it your mouth so that your mouth is forced open wide to the point that your jaw hurts. Then try biting down. You'll find that it's hard to do. To create any real pressure.) He let go of my nose as soon as he was into my mouth, and I could breathe through my nose a little. He let me. Then he started pushing deeper into my mouth, and I remember thinking that it felt really funny. I could look up at him, him kneeling over my mouth, driving deeper into it, he looked so tall. Towering above me. I gagged.

He pulled out a little, but then did it again. Kept making me gag, I started crying again. Without making any noise just tears streaming down my face. I didn't know why he kept doing that. He started moving faster and faster, and kept ignoring my gagging, and he was making it hard for me to breathe too. I kept trying to squirm, but he grabbed my head and pushed deeper into my mouth. and I felt him start squirting in my mouth, I remember always thinking how funny it tasted. But I still couldn't breath good. He finally pulled out of my mouth and I started coughing. His cum dribbling down my chin and cheeks.

He climbed off the bed. I just lay there. He turned and told me I'd better get off the bed and wash my face before he did it for me. That was enough encouragement. I got up, and hurried to the bathroom, washed, and got back into my own bed. He left me alone the rest of that day.

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Still more to cum. I mean come. I have more stories about me and Todd, but I also have some about me and Maggie. And a few about my mom and Todd and me. So, if you want to hear more, let me know, thanks.

Invisible 3

This time I'm going to skip ahead I have many more stories about Todd, but I'm going to move ahead in my life to when I was 10. Todd was no longer in my life then, but in stories to come I'll go back and tell more stories about Todd. For now I'm going to shift gears and tell a little bit about some of my masturbation stories. I didn't know what to call it then, didn't know that rubbing yourself had a name. But I did it a lot when I was a kid. I guess it had to do with the early exposure to sex by Todd. I'm probably going to tell two experiences here.

And I'm going to share what I thought about when I did it too. Because I still remember. Not every time, I don't remember what I thought about. But there are a few times I remember really well.

The Baby-sitter- (another -True- story)

My mother was remarried at this time. Just married less than three months, I think. We were living in my new step dad's house. And we always had lots of baby-sitters. Mostly teenage girls, though a few were adults. This time it was an teenage girl. I remember at the time I thought she was really old, but she was probably about 16. Anyway she came over and was mostly watching TV. I remember I kept whining because I wanted to make cookies. She kept telling me that we couldn't because my mom hadn't given her permission to make cookies with us. Finally she got really annoyed with me and told me to go to my room. I marched upstairs really angry, and laid on the floor in my room crying.

After a while I stopped and decided to change into my pajamas. I pulled off all my clothes, with the door of my bedroom wide open. I heard her coming up the stairs, and I just froze. My heart beating faster, and she came to the door, quickly apologized and turned to leave. I closed my door, and leaned up against it. Running my hands down over my bare tummy. I had a tickly feeling in my 'gina. I reached between my legs and started rubbing a little, and that felt nice. I'd done this before. I played with my clit... (though in my mind I remember thinking it was a mini-penis. I thought that's what it was. For a long time I didn't know other girls had them too. I thought like I had a mini-penis.

But, also finding it made me finally really understand why Todd liked me playing with his so much. Because playing with my little-penis felt great, so I knew that he must have felt -really- great with me playing with his big one. -giggle- Funny the way kids think.) Anyway, I rubbed my little clit for awhile and then stopped when I started getting wet between my legs. I went into my closet. (I used to masturbate in my closest a lot. It was private, and was definitely big enough for me to have room. I masturbated differently than how I now do, though sometimes I still do it the way I did as a kid.) I went into the closet, and pulled one of my stuffed animals off of the shelf. I laid the stuffed animal (a fox I think) on the floor of the closet, and then I straddled it, still naked. I sat over its face so that the nose was pressed against my clit. I started rocking back and forth, pressing down on the stuffed animal's face, rubbing quicker and harder.

I kept thinking about my baby-sitter seeing me, and I rubbed even faster, feeling the fur of the stuffed animal brushing my legs, the little plastic nose pressed against my clit. I rubbed in fast little circles, feeling better and better. I leaned forward, laying on down, my bum in the air, due to the animal being under my little 'gina. I kept rubbing and rubbing until it felt so good that I felt dizzy, like I had to go tinkle a little. I was breathing hard, and even though I still wanted to rub I felt too exhausted. (I didn't have true orgasms then. I did get to a point that felt really good. And my undies would get a little sticky. But nothing like I now know to be an orgasm. More like mini orgasms, if you want to call it that. And though it feels a lot better now, back then that was the best feeling I knew. I liked it a lot.) I laid there a little catching my breath. Then I got up slowly, picking up the animal and shoving it into the back of my closet. I left the closet, and got dressed, walked back downstairs to sit next to the baby-sitter girl. She asked me what I was doing upstairs, of course I said with a little smile: "nothing."

The Pole- (another -True- story)

(In the basement of my mom and step dad's there are these poles. Coming from the ceiling to the floor. Like beams, I guess. I don't know what they're for, one day I decided to try something.) I don't know where I got the idea, but one day I got the idea that I wanted to try something with that pole. I had been eyeing it for days. Thinking. I was nervous. I knew it was 'bad' to think about rubbing against that pole, but I wanted to so bad. It was a little after the baby-sitter incident. I was still 10.

One day when only my step dad was home I went downstairs, and smiled as I slipped out of all my clothes except my panties. I went over to the pole (it was probably about as thick as a dinner plate is round) and I wrapped my arms around it. I felt the cold metal against my chest, and my little nipples. I shivered but I liked it. I rubbed them against the cold pole. Then kissed the pole softly. I licked it. It tasted kinda dirty, but I still wanted to have something to kiss, so I started kissing the pole a little, pretending it was my 'boyfriend'. As I kissed I tried rubbing my pantied 'gina against the pole.

Rubbing up and down. I did it for awhile, but realized it was kinda hard, wasn't comfortable.

I pulled back and thought. Then I finally figured it out. I ran to the old couch in the basement and grabbed a pillow off of it. Then I came back to the pole. I put the pillow on the ground in front of the pole. Then, I got on my hands and knees, my bum facing the pole, and I backed up until my bum touched the pole. I laid down on my tummy, and spread my legs, pushing back so that the pole was between my legs and pressing against my 'gina. The pillow under my lower tummy, holding my up and helped press me against the pole. I put my hands on the cold cement floor of the basement and started pressing and rubbing back against the pole. It kind of hurt a little when I sometimes shoved back against it too hard, but I wanted to. I kept doing it.

Pressing and rubbing back against the pole, the pillow half rubbing my clit too.

I softly moaned, trying to be quiet, knowing I was being bad, but it felt sooo good. I rubbed and rubbed until I started feeling the dizzying feeling. And the rubbing went faster for a moment, without me thinking about it. And I loved when that happened. I laid limp on the basement floor, catching my breath, and then finally I rose and put the pillow back, slipped back into my tee-shirt and pants, and went back upstairs.

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Well, those are two of my masturbation stories. Next time I think I'm going back to me and Todd. I'm not sure yet. What do you think? -giggle- Until next time, Invisible 4 Stuff: Goodness, I forgot to tell you all what I looked like when I was a kid.

Silly me. Don't worry I'll kick myself later for that. Well, in this next memory I'm seven, and here's how I looked. I was a few inches under 4' tall. Around 3'8". That sounds kind of short, I think, but I've always been short. I'm still rather small now. I had long wavy brown hair that went to just below my shoulders. I have honey brown eyes that lean a bit toward hazel. -sighs- Nearly everyone in my family has straight hazel eyes, everyone except me.

Half Warning- This story, might be more disturbing to some people, than my others were. So, anyone who wants a "nice" story about kids and adults ought to look elsewhere. In this case, Maggie in particular, was unwilling. So, consider that your warning. Okay. -giggle- Now the rest of you can read on. Just felt I should put a little warning so some weirdo doesn't email me asking why I didn't warn them that this one wasn't "nice".

Shopping- (another -True-)

We weren't really going shopping. Sometimes Todd just used to like to play a game called "Going Shopping". It was another "secret game" we played in the basement. The same basement I mentioned in my first story. Only this time we used the laundry room too. (it was also in the basement, though there was a door to enter the laundry room, so it wasn't like one big room or anything.) Todd would have Maggie and I pull out these big cardboard boxes, and we'd turn them upside down. Then we'd take from our room and bring downstairs two shirts each and two skirts or pants, They'd be folded and put on the boxes. Then we'd play pretend. Like Todd was taking us to the "pretend store". And we'd look at the clothes. The laundry room was the "changing room".

This time we were playing shopping, and in this particular game Todd was having us pretend that me and him were married, and that we were going shopping to buy me some clothes. And Maggie was the lady working at the store. Anyway, I was shopping and pretending to look at stuff, (funny I was actually liking to play pretend, it's like even though I knew what always happened in the "changing room" I still liked the pretend "shopping" part of the game.) and then I turned around and saw Todd with his hand in Maggie's shirt. He was kneeling behind her with his hand up under her shirt higher then her tummy.

I froze, and looked at Maggie, her eyes were all wide (she was only 5, and she didn't like him touching). So I said something like. "Hey, leave the store lady alone, you're supposta be my husband!" having my hands on my hips the whole time. And Todd kinda laughed a little, and took his hand out of Maggie's shirt, and came back over to me, and kissed me. I never really liked kissing because I didn't like having his tongue in my mouth, I made a face.

He handed me an outfit and told me to change into it. So I went to the laundry room, and closed the door. Took off the clothes I had on, and starting getting dressed again, and I heard Maggie crying before I finished. I got dressed really quickly and ran out to see what was going on.

Todd had her laying on the floor with his pants down, pushing his "friend" in her mouth. I started screaming for him to stop. He got up. As soon as he was up I shut up. He moved over to me so quickly I didn't even have time to react. He grabbed my arm and yanked me to the side. It hurt. He was talking to me in a kinda quiet voice. Saying stuff like I'd better start being good or he'd really hurt Maggie. And that I better stop making Maggie more afraid. I was the big sister and I should show Maggie how nice it is so she'll stop crying. Kept saying that my screaming was only going to make her hurt more. He told me I had to go over to Maggie and tell her I was sorry for screaming or he'd be really mean.

He let go of my arm, and I went over to her and knelt beside her. I said nice things. Probably stuff like: "It's okay, Mag, I'm sorry. Don't cry." I kinda cradled her head. "Don't be sad. I promise it's okay." She stopped crying. I mean, I was her big sister. She wasn't going to not believe me.

Todd came back over, I looked up at him. He told me to kiss Maggie's tears away.

So I bent down, her head still cradled in my lap, and starting kissing her cheeks. (at the time I didn't really know why Todd wanted me to do that.

Actually, I thought he was being really nice, letting me kiss her cheeks. I thought maybe he was even going to stop playing today. I didn't get turned on or anything kissing her cheeks, I was seven, didn't even look at my sister that way. then.) Todd told me that was enough, and I lifted my head, and Todd was rubbing his hand on his "friend". And he kneeled down again and told me to kiss it. I moved away from Mag and she stayed laying on the floor, and I scooted a little closer to Todd, and kissed his friend on the end softly. Then I kept kissing, and even licking a little, (I was hoping that he'd just play with me instead) and I opened my mouth and sucked on him a little.

He started calling me a "good girl" then, and I felt a little better again. I liked making people happy, even if I wasn't really happy doing it. (was strange, I'm kinda still like that. -giggle-) Then he pushed me back a little, not hard or anything. And he asked Maggie if she was watching. And she must have nodded, cause he said good. And then something like: "I want you to try that too, Maggie." (Maggie never got to be called Princess, just me -smiles-) And he moved over her, like straddling her, and put his friend to her lips, and she kissed a little. I just sat there, watching, not knowing what else to do.

He rubbed his "friend" across her lips and they got all wet, and he kept telling her to open her mouth a little, and she did. He kept moving in and out of her mouth for a little, then he stopped, and told me he wanted to show me something.

He climbed off Maggie and pulled off her pants, she never fought him, unless you count when she cried sometimes. And he ran his finger over her 'gina slit. Then told me to do it. I wasn't scared to do that, I knew that wouldn't hurt her, so I reached out and touched her, kinda touching longer than he did. (I never saw what a 'gina looked like. I tried to look between my legs more than once, but it was hard to do, I was really curious about this.) He asked me if I wanted to kiss her there. I said no. He said I could keep touching if I wanted to. He said if I did it'd make her feel better when he was having her suck his friend. So, I kept touching her 'gina, and he moved over her again. His bum right there practically in my face. I remember thinking that was funny. (strange the things kids think. I was seven. At that age bums were funny.) I rubbed my fingers over her 'gina, and tried to remember how Todd rubbed me sometimes, when it felt good.

Todd was pushing in her mouth again, and pushing deep from what I could tell, and I wondered if she gagged when he did that, like how it made me. I couldn't tell. I couldn't see her face anyway. I started touching between her legs again.

Wiggling my fingers in a little and rubbing, she was warm inside. I kept feeling, it felt nice on my fingers, all smooth. I didn't mind at all, and Todd said that it'd make her feel better, so I kept rubbing and feeling, and tickling her a little.

Finally Todd made a grunting noise, and pulled out of Maggie's mouth. And he climbed off her. She had his white stuff coming out of her mouth, and all over her face, and she had tears on her cheeks. I quickly hugged her, and kissed her, and told her it was okay. Todd went upstairs. He knew I knew how to clean up.

I did. Going to the laundry room and getting one of the fuzzy blue bath towels (used, but I knew the blue ones were Mommy's so it was okay) and sat back near Maggie and wiped her mouth and tears, and then helped get her dressed, and went upstairs with her. I opened the freezer, got out the ice-cream, and made her a milk shake (or as good as I could) and told her jokes, and sat on the floor at her feet while she sat in the kitchen chair. I softly tickled her toes a little, and continued telling jokes until she was giggling again.

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