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A few years ago my wife told me about something that happened to her when she was young. Turns out I actually knew the guy who did this to her.

Her story:

My father had an old Ford Mustang that he loved. He wouldn’t let anyone drive it, let alone his daughter who wasn’t quite old enough to legally drive. Fact is, I did sometimes take sneak drives around the block in it.

One weekend when my parents were away, some friends called and told me they were gonna meet and get high at the park. It was just two miles away and since my folks were gone, I decided to sneak the car. We met at the trees at the far end of the park and had a few. When we were sufficiently buzzed we split up and I went back to the car. I sat inside, turned the key and it would not start. I tried and tried but it wouldn’t start and I started to panic. How was I going to get the car home?? Then I noticed someone walking across the far side of the parking lot. It was a friend of my older brother. He recognized the car and walked over. I rolled down the window and he asked me what the hell I was doing in my dads car. He proceeded to remind me how much dad loved that car and that he was going to kill me and ground me forever when he found out. I was rather buzzed and very panicky. I asked him to please, PLEASE not tell anyone. I asked if he could get the car started, promised to drive it straight home and never drive it again. I told him I would do ANYTHING if he would help me. He said I shouldn’t say that because there was no way I would do ANYTHING. Being buzzed, panicked almost to tears and not sure what he meant, I said yes I would too do anything! He stared down at me, sized me up - then took his hand and grabbed his crotch. I looked down, saw his hand, realized what I had said and realized what he meant. To buy some time I asked him if he really could fix the car. He walked to the front of the car and opened the hood. He looked for a few seconds then walked over to the passenger side of the car and got in. He said he saw what the problem was and that he could get it running. He sat there for a moment, then grabbed his crotch again. I stared at him. I then reached out and unzipped his pants. I took his cock out and started playing with it in my hand. I gently ran my fingers up and down the shaft, feeling it start to stiffen. After a few seconds I heard him say, “No”. I then felt his hand on the back of my head as he guided my head towards his crotch. He said, “Suck”. And even though I’d never done this before, I let him push my head onto his cock and I put it in my mouth and started to suck. He got hard very fast. He pushed my head onto him until I started gagging. He banged his dick into my mouth over and over again until I started to taste cum. I coughed and sputtered and swallowed as he let my head up. I had given my first blowjob.

I sat back in the car seat, wiped the cum off my face as he zipped his pants up. As he got out of the car he asked me if I knew what a “coil wire” was. I had no idea. As he walked to the front of the car I saw him pull a thick black wire out of his coat pocket. He lifted up the hood. Thirty seconds later he slammed it back down. He said, they’re easily removed when no one is looking. He turned and walked away as I started the car and drove home.