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 My breasts were sticking out of the top of my bra that had been pulled
down. I wasn't real comfortable like this, but they were pushed up and it
made them look bigger, which was nice.  We were in the back seat of a car
and Zach Logan was licking my one tit, and I looked down at the other.  A
small brown nipple was sticking out of the white skin, and since the whole
breast was pushed up, it now looked bigger than it was.  His mouth went
from one nipple to the other and I was excited and felt moist in my slit.

   I lied and told my parents I was going out with a 17 year old.  Zach was
really 20.  I also said we were going to meet some people at the movies.  I
knew we were just going to park the car and makeout.  And I knew he would
never date me.  He heard I let two of his friends finger me and came up to
me at rollerskating and just asked me if I would park with him one night. I
wished he would date me but I know he wouldn't.

   His tongue flicked at my nipple, and finally I felt his hands unbuckle
my pants.  I helped him slip them off of me, and they were crinkled at my
ankles.

   I hoped he would start tender but he didn't and jammed his middle finger
into me.  I gulped for air, felt him bending his knuckle and I made noises
that embarrassed me.  When his finger hit my spot, I squeaked a little bit.
Oh God, oh God, oh God...I grinded my hips into him.

   He must be hard, and I wanted to reach over and grab for his pants but
didn't know how.  Finally he did it for me.  He took my hand and put it on
the lump in his pants, and soon he leaned back and unzipped and let his
dick come out.

   It was hard, yes, it was so hard.  I wished there was more light, but I
could tell it had a slight curve and felt so young and fresh.  It was hot
and throbbed in my hand.  I needed to keep him happy so stroked a bit from
bottom to top.  Smooth skin, pulsing in my hand, so powerful, and I was so
happy to be on this date.

   "Have you ever done this before?" he asked.

   What could I say?  Could I say that I've seen them when I was 9 years
old?  Or was it 10?  it was difficult to remember exactly.

   When I was younger my mom was sick, and had to go to the hospital for
dialysis treatments 3 days a week.  My uncle would come over who my mom
said "didn't have to work anymore because he got help from the government."

   At first he didn't even watch me.  He would cook a grilled cheese for me
sometimes, but mostly ignored me and sat on the couch in the den and
watched TV.  I was lonely and scared.

   I would sneak around and try to see what he was doing, until one time I
saw him smoking a cigarette, and he had his pants down.  His big dick was
sticking up in the air, and he was moving his hand up and down it.  I was
shocked.  He saw me watch him, and didn't stop, just kept going.  I kept
watching...  we didn't' say a word, it was strange but amazing, like seeing
someone I wasn't supposed to.  Nobody was there so I watched.  (Now I
realize he was trying for me to see him, and pretty soon he did it each
day.'

   "You ever seen this?" he asked me after a couple of days of this.  I
shook my head no.  "Come on over here."

   I walked over and he kept stroking but slower.  I couldn't keep my eyes
off of it.  It was big, meaty flesh, liked a ripped muscle, and I remember
thinking how fun he was having touching it.

   Of course, he put my hand on it.  It was mushy skin but hard on the
inside, and I held it like a wet rag off the ground with just the tip of my
two finger tips.  He opened up my palm and had me grip it and then moved my
hand up and down, up and down, so fast it scared me.  This was so wild, and
when the snake (he called it his snake) spit (he called it spit) I thought
for sure I broke him.  It scared the hell out of me when he came on our
hands.  I squeezed something out of him but he was finally talking to me. I
was important.  I was somebody.

   He said if I told then I would have to go to foster care when my mom was
at the doctor.  He said my mom would stay sick if I told.  He said he would
buy me things.  He said they wouldn't believe me.

   And I believed him about that.  Pretty soon, it was happening every day
he came over.

   I would lay with my tummy down on the couch, watching TV and resting my
head on his thigh, and I would have his dick in my hand.  Sometimes I just
held it up, and he would move it once in a while and I would feel it pulse.
Other times, he wanted me to move it super fast until I thought I was
hurting him but he would move his butt up and down and call me all sorts of
sweet things.  He would say "Oh, yes you are such a pretty girl." "You are
my little princess." "That is so good, so good." He would call me baby, and
sometimes rub my back.

   I felt special and powerful and strong.  I got to be very familiar with
his dick, and I can still imagine the big, blue vein, the smaller purple
veins, and the different sizes.  I got to know what he liked, and would
wait sometimes to do it pretending I didn't know how.  I really did.  I
wanted him to talk to me and explain how I should.  To call me nice names.

   He didn't really touch me at first except he would massage my back.  A
couple of times he wanted me to be in my bikini, and when I did, he put one
hand over my breast, and the other hand on my butt cheek.  He would cup my
butt and lightly touch there until the `snake was about to spit' and then
he'd grab my butt cheek real hard and groan.

   I was told how pretty I was.  How special I was.

   It wasn't long until he said many girls put them in their mouths.  He
said that would be extra special.  He said I could eat ice cream for lunch.
He said if I didn't then it would hurt him.  He said anything he could.

   I did.  At first, it scared me.  Tasted salty.  I couldn't do it right.
He would push it in my mouth and I had to pull away and it just wasn't
working.  My hand was easier.  But he said, "Oh Mindy, no, you are so
sweet. You are such a pretty girl.  You are my forever princess," and he
would rub my back tenderly, tell me too look at him with my "beautiful
eyes."

   I got used to it.  I got used to him making such happy noises and
tasting him in my mouth.  And when I look back at it now, for 2 summers, I
was jerking or sucking him three times a week.

   So, when I was 14 and parked with Zach Logan, and he grabbed my hair and
pressed my head down into his cock in the back seat of his car - the answer
was `yes.' I had done this before.  But it was a secret, so I didn't say
but pretended it was knew.

   And when you give a blow job to Zach Logan, twice in one night, he tells
other people.  So, the secret wasn't any longer, and my life changed.
   (Appropriate feedback appreciate at littlemindy987 on yahoo messenger)