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Written: 03 March 2019

Already seen It All Started With an Argument p1, click here to read Part 2

It All Started With an Argument
by Isabella

Stoey Code: M/f, Oral, Masturbation, Underage

We were eating lunch at school on Friday when Elle Butterfield invited me to her house for a sleepover on Saturday, it was very short notice and I knew that I should have asked my parents first but they wouldn't allow me to have a mobile phone to call them so I stuck my neck out and said, "Yes!"

As soon as I got home I launched in on the offensive, my mother said no out of hand, she didn't like Elle, she didn't like her when she lived in our village and she liked her even less after her family moved into Kettering. I changed tack and headed for my father, the boss, and asked him, he said no as well.

I felt affronted, they were treating me like I was seven years old and not fourteen...well, the blazing row that followed got me sent to my room without any dinner. I knew that my mother would cave in slightly and bring me a sandwich at eight o'clock and so I decided to teach her a lesson, teach both of them a lesson...when she brought me my sandwich, I'd simply not be there.

I spent an hour doing my hair and makeup before putting on my most adult looking dress, I didn't bother to try too hard on my underwear, just put on my usual white cotton bra and knickers that I would usually wear for school. I left my shoes off as I crept down the stairs, checked that mum and dad were engrossed in their books as I jumped past the open living room doorway. I left the house by the back door so there was no chance of them seeing me pass the living room window.

I ran through the spiny to the main road where I could catch the bus to Kettering, I'd checked the time before leaving my bedroom, I had thirty minutes to get to the bus stop but it had taken a little longer to sneak out of the house than I'd anticipated so I found myself still in the woods when the bus pulled to a halt at the bus stop on the main road.

I ran full pelt for the bus, they only ran once an hour so if I didn't catch this one I'd have to hang around for an hour and every minute I was out in the open at the side of the main road I stood the chance of discovery by one of my parent's friends who would definitely call them to see if I was supposed to be out on my own.

As I ran for the bus shouting for it to wait I was going through my plan, I'd turn up at Elle's house and hope that her mother wasn't suspicious that my parents hadn't dropped me off or that I didn't have my usual overnight bag with me, if she was at all suspicious she would call my parents to check if I was supposed to be there. I failed in my attempt to attract the bus driver's attention; he closed the front door and drove away from the stop just as I got level with the back of the bus.

A beat-up old Ford Transit van struggled up the hill towards the bus stop, the driver had seen me just miss the bus by a few feet and as he was going so slowly, he pulled into the bus stop, there was a bang and a splutter, a puff of white smoke shot out of the exhaust pipe. The engine sounded like it skipped a beat and then the driver revved the engine to keep it alive.

He leaned over and opened the front passenger door, "Hey, I see you missed the Kettering bus, do you need a lift into town?"

Okay, I was fourteen years old, I'd been given the 'Don't accept lifts off of strangers' talk a million times or more but I worked out that for every minute I stood at the side of the main road my chances of getting busted doubled so I stepped up to the open door, "Where're you going?"

"I'm going to my friend's birthday party on Mill Road so I'm going right through the town centre...if my clapped out old van makes it that far that is!"

"Oh cool, you can drop me off outside B&Q on Meadow Road if you're passing, thanks."

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I climbed in and closed the door, the passenger side of the van had a double seat so I sat closest to the door and as I was fastening the seat belt I looked over the back of the seat, there was a double bed in the back of the van, it was all made up as if someone was about to climb in it and go to sleep.

As he started to pull away from the bus stop the van gave us a twenty-one gun salute as it crept imperceptibly up to twenty miles an hour, he looked over at me and smiled when he saw me staring over my shoulder at the passion section of his van, "What are you going into town for?"

I managed to stop myself saying that I was going to a friend's house for a sleep-over, I just shook my head, "Nothing in particular, "I just needed to escape the house for a couple of hours, even if it's just to look at the soft furnishings department of B&Q for an hour until the next bus home!"

"Well, if you don't have anything better to do you could always be my 'Plus-one' at the party, be the first time I ever managed to talk a woman into coming to a party with me."

Well now, things were looking up, he called me a woman so my disguise had obviously worked, it was still early, I could go with him to the party for an hour and still get to Elle's house at a reasonable time and if I timed it right I could say that my father had dropped me off at the end of the road so he could run into B&Q to pick up a tin of paint before they closed and that's why he didn't take me to the door.

"I'd love to come to your friend's party with you but I can't stay long, I need to get the last bus home!"

"Hey, just having you walk in with me on my arm would be fantastic for me and my credibility, you could just turn straight around and leave again if you like...no, stop for at least one drink...oh...and, if you could give me one kiss before you leave that would get my friends off my back for the next year."

A shiver ran through my body at the thought of kissing him, I didn't even know his name, or his age, or anything about him other than he drove around in an escapee from a scrap yard...and one with a fully made up double bed in the back at that!

I cleared my throat to ease the emotional mucus, "Erm, can I ask you why you have a bed in the back of your van?"

"Well, I could say that it's a camper van but really, it's because the van is a piece of crap that breaks down all the time and I often end up sleeping in the back until I can get it fixed...either I need a better van or I need much better skills as a mechanic!" he laughed at his own joke which I felt was endearing.

We pulled up outside his friend's house and turned the engine off with his fingers crossed, "Why the crossed fingers?"

He held up a finger as a loud explosion rocked the van on its suspension, "I always..." he paused as a second smaller explosion went off, "...cross my fingers in case the van won't start again after I have turned it off and as a silent prayer to the great Transit God in the sky to hold the baffles in place in the silencer for a few more days."

My turn to laugh this time, "Hey..." I giggled "...if I'm going in to meet your friends I should at least know your name."

He looked nervously at the front door of the house, it had already opened, the exploding van had worked far better than any front door bell, "I'm Edward Duncan, my friends all call me Ed because it's the short form of Edward as well as my initials."

He opened his door to climb out of the van, "I'm Dawn, Dawn Clarke...nobody ever shortens my name."

I tried to open my door but the handle was really stiff, he came around and opened my door for me.

"Very nice to meet you Dawn Clarke!"

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As I slid out of my seat he looked over his shoulder at the man standing at the front door and looked back at me nervously before whispering, "My friend is watching, is it okay to kiss you?"

My legs weakened at his request and I fell forward off of the step inside the door well, my arms flew out to grab hold of him to stop myself falling and once my arms were around his neck I just carried on the last few inches and pressed my lips against his. To Ed's friend it looked like I had thrown myself at Ed and he wasn't so interested in kissing me back. As we walked up to the door he whispered, "Thanks for that, the pressure to find a girlfriend will be off of me for two years after that!"

I was introduced to Mike at the door, he had a massive grin on his face as he shook Ed's hand and then he pulled me against him and kissed my cheek, "You're much warmer that Ed's usual PVC girlfriends!"

Mike dragged me through to the front room of the house, you want a 'Healthy Mary' or a beer?"

"The healthy thing I think!"

It tasted like a glucose health drink as I sipped at the tall glass that was half filled with ice, the drink had already been poured for someone else who had changed her mind at the last minute. I walked around the ground floor of the house with Ed being introduced to people all over the place as I swallowed the sweet drink down.

I'd drunk three Healthy Mary's before I fell onto a large scatter cushion in a corner and the room slowly faded to grey.

I opened my eyes and looked ahead, I was on my back and looking up at the ceiling...roof, dark blue and rounded at the edge and corners, there was a concerto for timpani and cymbals playing in my head and I was in the back of Ed's van...Ed resounded in my brain trying to drown out the crashing of cymbals, I looked to my left and there he was, right under the blankets with me, I saw his naked back and then pulled the covers up off of my body and looked down, I was naked, I looked to my left again, Ed was totally naked like me. Fortunately he had his back to me so all I saw was his hairy arse.

I slid my right hand down over my body and felt between my legs, I didn't know what I was feeling for, but being naked in bed with an older man...I had to assume that he'd screwed me while I was drunk and that I'd feel something different inside my body, wetness or pain or something. I lashed out with my left arm, punching him between his shoulder blades and waking him up, then I remembered that I was on my back and I was holding the covers up, if he turned in my direction, I'd see his 'Boy parts' and he'd see...

I dropped the covers and clamped them around my body, he said a groggy, "What's up Dawn?"

"What did you do to me you bastard?"

"I carried you out of the party and put you to bed...that's all I did!"

"But we're naked in your grotty van!"

"Yes...well, I sleep naked and as I didn't have anything to dress you in for bed...well, I didn't think you'd want your lovely dress to be all crushed up."

"You could have left me in my bra and knickers!"

"I couldn't because as soon as I got your dress off, you woke for a minute...just long enough to throw-up all down yourself. I cleaned you up and dumped your bra and knickers in a plastic bag and dropped them in the gutter under the van."

"And then what did you do to me?"

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"Nothing, I just put you to bed and went straight to sleep myself."

I gave him the suspicious 'Evil eye' look...could I believe that a man like Ed would strip me totally naked and put me to bed, then undress himself and join me in that bed without touching me?

He rolled onto his back.

"What the hell was I drinking last night anyway?"

"You were on the Healthy Mary cocktails!"

"What are they."

"Well, you know what a Bloody Mary is?"

I shook my head.

"Well, a Bloody Mary is Vodka and tomato juice...a Healthy Mary is Vodka and Lucozade...and you had three of them in an hour!"

He rolled again to face me, the problem was, in rolling, he had closed the gap between us and suddenly his boy parts were touching my hip. I must have looked horrified because he suddenly pulled his hips back, pivoting on his right elbow, bum doing away from me swung his face closer to mine, his lips just a fraction of an inch away from mine, his mouth hovering millimetres above mine.

There was an awkward frozen moment before the back doors of the van opened violently, Mike grinned down at us, from his angle it must have looked like we were locked in a passionate kiss.

"If you can put Dawn down for five minutes my wife is cooking breakfast for everyone!"

Ed suddenly twisted his body to look above his head at Mike, that same pivot action that placed his face in kissing reach now thrust his dick at me again, only this time, his boy parts weren't soft, warm and moist, they were red hot, hard as an iron bar and drooling. Before his flaccid cock pressed into the side of my hip and bent away, this time, it struck hard and then bounced up, over the top of my thigh and the drooling part was now touching the fur surrounding my private place.

I forgot my modesty and my left hand shot under the blankets to push his dick off of my body. Now...because Ed was on his side and I was no longer holding the blankets down, a tunnel had formed, allowing Mike to see all the way down, I was trying to hold Ed's cock away from my body but it must have looked like I was playing with his cock to Mike.

"Okay, I'll tell Gail to keep yours warm for five minutes..." Mike closed the doors but then opened them again, "...Fifteen minutes but you'd better be done by then because we have to go to Gail's parent's house for my birthday treat!"

Mike closed the doors again, this time he turned the handles to latch the doors closed.

Ed looked down the tunnel under the bedclothes at my body and my hand holding his cock off of my belly, "Erm Dawn...I know that we don't really know each other and you don't owe me anything buuuuuuuut!"

I finally managed to look up from my hand and his cock, looked up at his eyes, "But what?"

"Well, you have me in your hands, any chance..."

"What!"

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"Help me to get rid of that little problem in your hand!"

I naturally assumed that he was asking to have sex with me...it was partly my own fault, I'd led him on to believe that I was over eighteen years old so he probably thought that I was sexually active. I was in a quandary but then he pulled his hips back a little, his cock slid through my hand and just at the point that it was about to slip out, he pushed back towards me and it slid back through my hand until my fingers were deep in his fur halo surrounding his root.

He kissed me as he pulled back again and then, with his lips against mine he whispered, "A little more pressure please."

I closed my fingers a little tighter around his cock and he eased his tongue into my mouth, his left hand started to fondle my tits. He was now moving faster, he'd rolled slightly more to his right, twisting my hand slightly and drilling the head of his cock down into the hair covering my pussy mound.

He started breathing heavier and pulled his lips off of mine, "Do you want me to get you off as well?"

I just smiled up at him, I was still unsure exactly what he was talking about but if he wanted to replace my hand with that part of my body that his dick was pointing at right then I wouldn't have stopped him. He grinned down at me and then his left hand slid down my body over my ribcage. He skirted around my left hand and his cock and then he eased his hand between my legs. One finger curled into my body, he clipped my pleasure button and threw me violently into an orgasm and as my hips bucked up against his hand he let fly a salvo of thick juice all over my belly and pussy mound.

Ed laughed, "Fuck, you climax fast!"

I pulled my dress on over my head. Wearing that dress over my school knickers and bra to go out had made me feel very adult and very sexy, walking into Ed's friend's house wearing just the dress with nothing under it made me feel very grown up and with my belly and pubic hair spattered in Ed's semen, well, so sexy that I actually regretted not taking things into my own hands and pulling his cock to my own doorway myself.

There were still seven men in the house and only two girls, well, Gail was hardly a girl, Mike was the same age as Ed, I'd guessed at twenty-five years old but hadn't asked, Gail on the other hand, she was older than my mother, probably twice Mike's age but they were married.

After breakfast Ed said, "Would you like a lift home, if I can get the van started that is?"

I didn't actually want to go home, I knew that I'd be in the shit, a pile at least two feet taller than the top of my head. My parents would have known that I'd run away by eight o'clock yesterday and they would have had fourteen hours to brew up their anger. But then realism struck...I was only fourteen years old, I couldn't go on the run, in another ten hours the police would take an interest, in another twelve hours after that, my picture would be in the local newspapers and twenty-four hours after that I'd be on the TV news. If one of Mike's local guests didn't see the picture...didn't recognise the fourteen year old girl or chose not to report Ed to the police, his out of town guests probably would.

"I'd better go home; I can catch the bus though, probably better if you didn't come close to my village."

"At least give me the chance, I can drop you at the bus stop that I picked you up from...anyway, you're not properly dressed for riding the bus, you'd probably get raped or something."

A sudden shiver ran through my body at the suggestion that I could be raped.

I sat next to Ed in the van, he kept cranking the engine over, it was getting slower and slower as the battery emptied. It was almost the last gasp when the spark and the fuel/air mixture coincided and there was an explosion of the un-burnt fuel in the exhaust pipe.

Ed punched the air and then grinned at me as he said, "Twenty-fifth time's a charm!"

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We left Kettering in a cloud of smoke; Ed got the van up to fifty miles an hour on the main road before the bang that announced that the engine had shot itself, committing suicide as it passed the turning into my village. Ed let the van coast into the lay-by that he'd picked me up from and brought it to a halt, just past the bus stop.

"Looks like I'm going to have to do open head surgery on the Transit's engine before I get any further!"

I leaned over and kissed him, "I'd better get off home!"

I jumped out of the van and headed through the spiny to the back of my house. I waited at the back door for a few minutes, taking deep breaths, before pushing it open and walking in.

My father flew into a rage but my mother caught him and pulled him back. I stomped past them and went to my bedroom, I pulled my dress off and spotted the dry white starchy stain inside, I wondered just how many substances would leave a stain like that, wondered if my mother or father would recognise it, then I remembered something from America, some president had messed with a woman behind his wife's back and his juice stain on her dress proved he'd lied about it many years later.

I pulled my dressing gown on and went to the bathroom. I filled the sink and pushed my dress under warm water to get rid of the incriminating evidence. I wouldn't put it past my father taking the stained dress for DNA testing to get the name of the man who'd left the deposit inside my dress.

I took a shower, dried and dressed in my usual, casual, clothes. I returned to the kitchen and my dad launched in with, "So...where did you spend the night last night young lady? I know that you didn't turn up at Elle's house, I phoned her parents after we found your bed was empty!"

I pushed a fork full of my lunch towards my mouth and my dad slapped the fork away, the food missed my mouth and splattered over the wall.

I jumped up, kicking my chair back and ran for the back door. I was out of the back garden before my father reached the back door and once in the woods behind our house I had almost ten miles of pathways to take and he hadn't even spotted what point I'd entered the wood at so he didn't bother trying to follow me. I headed for the lay-by, Ed was still there, his head buried inside the van's engine compartment.

"How's it going?"

Ed jumped and banged his head on the bonnet, he turned and looked at me and then he did a double take when he saw how I was dressed, no makeup, my hair in braids.

"Wow Dawn...you look...sooooo young!"

I grimaced, "Too young?"

"Well, let's just say that I'm glad I didn't screw you last night now I see you looking like this...just how young are you?"

"Fourteen!"

Ed whistled and then grinned at me, "Well, you made a great eighteen year old last night...I'm glad I had the fantasy."

"How long will it take to fix your van?"

"I'm about to test it, I've done just about everything I can think about trying for the time being."

He closed the bonnet and climbed into the driving seat, I clambered up into the passenger seat. He looked over at me, "What are you doing?"

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"I can't stay out on the roadside; anyone passing could know me and tell my father where I am."

Ed turned the ignition key but it was obvious that something wasn't right. "I've probably flooded the carburettor, I'll need to let if dry out for an hour or so."

"So...you're stuck here for a while then?"

"Yes, no point trying anything else until I'm sure that the carburetor has dried out, just flatten the battery."

"Should I leave you alone if you're stuck here?"

"What were you planning on doing?"

I looked into the back of the van, "Nobody would see me back there...and...and I have to say that I liked waking up with you this morning like we were."

"You mean the both of us naked?"

I nodded my head and then looked in the back at the bed, same bed as yesterday, only today it was dishevelled and there were head shaped dents in the pillows.

"You want to go to bed with me again?"

I smiled at him and clambered between the front seats, slipping into the back of the van. He'd turned in his seat and was watching me as I stood there at the foot of the bed, "You coming?"

"In a minute...I just need to be sure first!"

I took a deep breath and started to undress. I stripped totally naked before I clambered into the bed and pulled the blankets up to my neck. He followed me, even down to the stripping off part.

We kissed for a while and then I pushed him flat on his back and took a hold of his cock, my body was half covering his and as I rubbed my fist up and down his cock he slid his arm under my body and cupped my pussy in his hand, curling his middle finger into my vagina again the way he had that morning and once again, he massaged my clitoris to an orgasm to coincide with his own.

This time, because of my position, half covering his body, his semen splashed up my hip and over my buttocks, sliding slowly down my bum to form a pool of slime in the small of my back. He wriggled out from under me and pushed me face down on the bed. He started to play with the pool of spunk in the small of my back, "I'm going to need a roll of paper kitchen towel in here if you're going to keep doing that to me. He sorted through my clothes and pulled out my knickers, he used them to mop up the pool of semen and to wipe down my buttocks and hip.

Once I was cleaned up he snuggled back down with me in the bed, we fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms as traffic sped past the van.

We woke mid afternoon and I got him off again, this time I aimed his cock so that his juice splashed down on his belly rather than all over me. We cuddled up again, this time all we did was talk until it started to get dark.

"What time do you have to go home?"

"I'm supposed to be in bed by ten o'clock at the latest on a non-school night and nine if I'm at school the next day."

"It's almost nine o'clock now."

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"You think I should go home?"

"How long do you think it would take for me to get caught if the police get involved?"

I started to roll out of bed.

"Where are you going?"

"I thought that you wanted me to leave!"

"Well, it would be better for both of us if you did but you still have an hour and I have one of these again."

He pushed the bedding down and his dick snapped to attention, it all but saluted me.

"You want me to help you get rid of that for you again?"

"Well, this time I was hoping of using your body to get me off."

I jumped back onto the bed, on my back with my legs wide open and a very disappointed look on my face when he said, "Not there darling..." he clambered on top of me and straddled my ribcage, he put his hands on the outsides of my breasts and trapped his cock between my tits. It took him twenty minutes to get to that point where his breathing changed to warn me that he was about to explode and he suddenly reached for the back of my head and pulled it up off of the pillow, as he shot off, his cock was pointing straight at my face and that's where the spatter pattern ended up.

He checked his watch, "It's a quarter to ten, you want me to get you off again?"

I almost said no, he'd massaged my clit with his middle finger three times so far and although it was nice, it was actually something I could do for myself but he looked so excited that I said yes instead.

He left my face covered in his jiz and slithered down my body, he slithered so far down that he was kneeling on the floor of the van and his head was level with my pussy. He leaned in and started licking, I was gasping in a second and he kept me on the boil with his tongue for ten full minutes.

He stopped the assault as quickly as he started, "You like that?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically. "Perhaps next time you can do that for me!"

"What, lick my own..." he stopped me.

"No you muppet, suck my cock for me...there are lots of fun things we can do without me actually fucking you and risking a long prison sentence!"

Ed used my still wet knickers to wipe my face and then I got dressed and went home without knickers on again...on the bright side though, I still had my bra...that was good, right?

I ran home in the dark, ran in through the kitchen door at a quarter past ten and my dad started straight in with, "You know the rules missy..."

I cut him off dead, "How long will it take you to work out that I'm not interested in following your rules any more, daddy dear?"

I thought that he was about to burst a blood vessel before my mother stepped in between us, "Are you hungry?"

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"Not if my father is going to slap the fork away from my mouth again...no!"

Mum looked angrily at my father, "Go up to your room, I'll bring you a sandwich up."

"She doesn't deserve food until..." my mother stopped him this time!

"You tried it your way this morning darling, leave it to me this time."

I went to my bedroom and undressed, I looked at my childish night dress, it had a puppy on the chest, I threw it in the corner of my room and climbed into bed in the nude, I rolled around under the duvet imagining the folds of material were Ed's arms caressing me.

Mum came into my room, she spotted my nightdress on the floor and saw my naked shoulders sticking out from under the duvet, she handed me a plate with a ham sandwich and an individual pork pie.

"What's his name?"

"Who's?"

"The boy that you spent last night with and all day today?"

"What makes you think there's a boy?"

"You do, you've changed in the last forty-eight hours, you look three years older today than you did on Friday."

"I just decided that I was old enough to make up my own mind and I'm fed up with all of dad's rules...if he can't accept that I'll have to find someplace else to live."

I'm trying to make your father see that you've grown up but you're not old enough to have sex yet..."

I put my hand on my mother's knee, "Mum, would it help if I told you that I'm still a virgin and that my boyfriend isn't willing to go to prison just for five minutes of fun...he's told me that I'll have to wait until I'm sixteen if I want him to screw me."

My mother looked surprised, "Do we know the boy?"

"No mum, I only met him last night, I hardly know him myself."

"Can we meet him?"

"I can ask him to come over to meet you guys but you'll have to muzzle my dad first."

"Invite him for lunch tomorrow; your father will behave himself."

I checked the time, it was a good thing that it was Saturday night, it was almost eleven o'clock by the time I started to eat my supper. I was starving, all I'd had to eat all day was a sausage and bacon sandwich for breakfast at Mike's house.

I was about to put the empty plate on the bedside table when I heard voices from my parent's bedroom. My parents were talking in their room, I almost never heard them in their room together.

The talking changed, I had heard the sounds before but had no idea what it was but now, after my time with Ed, I realised that I could hear my parents having sex. My mother was using her body to try and keep my father in check when he met Ed...if he actually got to meet Ed...I still had to ask him if he was still in the lay-by in the morning when I went over to invite him, and if he was there, he might not want to meet my parents. I was sure that what we'd already done together in the back of the van would have been classed as sex to the police.

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I drifted off to sleep to the sound of my mother climaxing under...or...over my father.

I had toast and juice for breakfast and my mother walked in, it was early for her to be up on a Sunday.

"Did you bring the plate down?"

"In the dishwashing machine!"

"Are you going to invite your friend over for lunch?"

"I'm going to look for him, if I find him, I'll ask him and if he's willing to face you guys he'll come to lunch."

I left my mother sitting in her dressing gown, I could tell from the collar that she wasn't wearing a nighty under her dressing gown and that was the first time I'd seen her dressed like that.

I walked to the lay-by with my fingers crossed, Ed could have started the van and driven away while I was at home and I had no idea of how to contact him if he was gone. It was still there and my heart lifted. I ran to the back doors and yanked them open. He was naked and had been sleeping until I yanked the rear doors of the van open. I jumped in and stripped myself to join him in bed.

"If I do that thing that you want me to do...will you come with me to my house for Sunday lunch?"

He looked shocked, "Your dad will kill me, didn't you say that he had a shotgun?"

"He'll be okay, my mother had sex with him last night to mellow him down."

Ed grinned at me, "I'd love to come for lunch...I'm actually starving, been almost twenty-four hours since my bacon sandwich yesterday at Mike's house. Now...about that thing you were offering to do for me!"

"What exactly would you like me to do?"

Ed taught me how to suck his cock, I managed to get almost five inches of his dick in my mouth before I started to gag because Ed's cock crashed into my uvula. Ed started to gasp and he put his hand on the back of my head to stop me, "God I was close to shooting off then!"

I pulled my mouth off of his cock and looked up at his face, "Isn't that the point of what I was doing?"

"Well, ideally yes but most girls don't like the taste and most get really pissed if the guy climaxes without warning them!"

I bobbed my head back down on his cock, I worked through all the rules, number one were no teeth, number two was to make it fun, just before his cock popped out of my mouth I had to stop and lick over his cockhead. When my lips started down for his balls again, line my tongue up with the underside of his cock and when he was as deep as I could get him, rotate my head slightly from side to side before repeating the process.

His breathing changed again, the warning signs of his impending orgasm and his hands were back on the back of my head, not to stop me this time, he applied downwards pressure on the back of my head and thrust his hips up, I started to gag but it was too late for that, his cockhead jumped past my uvula and he started spurting at the same time. I was swallowing as fast as I could but still some of his semen made it into my mouth and he was right, it tasted disgusting.

I'd actually spent two hours delivering oral pleasure to Ed and once he was finished it was time to walk to my house and face my parents.

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Mum opened the front door and stepped back, she was visibly shocked at Ed's age. She got over her shock and welcomed Ed to the house. I was dragged into the kitchen to help my mother with lunch while Ed was sent into the lion's den to face the firing squad.

By the time we sat down to lunch my dad had become civil again and we had a jovial lunch. The subject got onto how we'd met, Ed lied, he said that we'd met at a party in Kettering and he'd offered me a lift home in his van but the van broke down.

For the first time in my life, I was offered a small glass of wine with my lunch and over the sweet my dad asked Ed what was the matter with his van. Ed just shook his head, "No idea, I've tried all the things that have succeeded in the past, none of them seem to work."

My dad then surprised me, "Well, if you like...after lunch...I can come over with you and take a look at the van for you."

"I think I'm probably going to have to get the van towed away this time...just start looking for a new van."

My dad waved his spoon at Ed, "What have you got to lose?"

"Okay then, thanks, another pair of eyes can't hurt."

After lunch we all got into my dad's car and drove around to Ed's van. I saw the look of disgust on my father's face when he saw the double bed in the back of the van with the obvious impressions of two people in it.

Ed lifted the bonnet and my dad looked inside. "Well, you keep your engine clean at any rate!"

"I think most of the oil and grease have been wiped off on my hands."

Dad pushed all the HT leads down on the tops of the spark plugs to make sure that they were all making good contact and then he did the same to the leads where they went into the distributor cap, the cables were tight but the distributor cap moved as he touched it.

Dad was able to turn the distributor cap almost a full one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Your timing's all off, with this cap so loose no wonder you keep breaking down."

Dad turned the engine over slowly with a large spanner until the timing marks on the flywheel lined up, "Right, the engine's in its first position, the rotor arm has to be pointing at the HT lead for cylinder number one."

He flipped the top of the distributor cap off, the rotor arm was actually pointing at the lead to cylinder number two. He twisted the cap counter clockwise by ninety degrees before putting the cap back on.

"Right Edward, turn the key."

The engine fired up instantly but was running rough. Dad twisted the cap slightly clockwise, the engine sounded worse, he returned it back and then a little more counter clockwise until the engine settled into a sweet firing pattern. The ten millimetre nut at the base of the distributor was nipped up to lock the distributor in place.

"There, that should sort out the problems for now."

Ed looked at me, he looked awkward, he wanted to say something, wanted to kiss me but my parents being there made him uncomfortable.

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My mum grabbed my father's arm, "Okay darling, we can head for home now that you've fixed the van for Edward."

My dad pulled his arm away from mum, "Dawn!"

Mum grabbed him again and yanked him back towards the car, "Dawn, I'd like you home by eight thirty please, you have school tomorrow."

My dad drove off and Ed and I jumped in the back of the van and stripped off again and slipped into bed.

"What do you want to try next, Ed?"

"Lay on your face and close your legs together as tight as you can!"

He got on my back and slipped his cock between my inner thighs and he fucked me as if my thighs were a vagina, at the point of no return he altered his position, he forced my legs open and pressed his cock against my bum hole and let fly into my anus but without actually entering me. We cuddled down under the sheets until he got his breath back and could try the next position.

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