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niteowluk2003
10-14-2008, 08:58 AM
Another episode from the series by F ing Ho

ABC’s of Lust

Chapter 13 M is for Mutual Masturbation and much more.

Mr. Harrison’s Ford van was parked in the driveway at ten o’clock at night;* the rear seats had been removed to better accommodate some large boxes he’d been transporting that morning.* His daughter Marcie didn’t need the keys, she just punched the door code and popped the rear hatch.* And so Marcie and her new boy friend, Mike sneaked into the van and closed the hatch.
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Both kids were 13 years old and so, because their sex-play took place before the newly passed and more restrictive laws in Canada,* the pair were over the age of consent for sex between minors.* Not that they would have cared anyway.* Besides, as Mike had sworn, this was not going to be real sex, just some fooling around.* She kept it to herself,* but Marcie was actually disappointed with that.* She had hoped to brag to that bitch Leanne* that she not only stole her boyfriend but fucked him too.* But she would have to settle on rubbing Leanne’s face in the juicy gossip that would be flying about school next week that Marcie could get a guy by the balls and Leanne couldn’t.* In grade six, it was all about power and prestige and very little about love or even sex.*
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Of course, Mike didn’t see it that way.* Guys his age have only one thing on their minds,* but males at any age are no match for the female of the species when it comes to sexual combat.* Men may be rapists and force their way with hardened cocks.* But women use a sharper and more dangerous weapon, their minds.* Mike thought he was ‘having his way’ ( a phrase perhaps his grandfather might use ) with Marcie but, truth be told, she was having him.* As a wise man once said, “ A man chases after a woman until she catches him.”
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Inside the darkened van that late spring evening, two kids with one thing on their minds engaged in mutual exploration with hands doing most of the work but their other senses keenly aware.* First the obligatory hugs, clutching, and kisses, light and tender at first but soon deep, wet and passionate. Hugging and kissing in the back seat;* groping and feeling up in the dark.* Each getting off on the touch to themselves and the feel of the other.* Pretty normal; but things got hotter and a lot hotter than either of them could imagine.
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Boy and girl fingers made their way to buttons, cloth and finally a zipper, his.* Flesh touched but unseen in the dark reacted with the speed of teenage hormonal rush. Sweet sweat glistened and goose bumps tingled on teen skin which above the waist became exposed, not seen but felt.* For neither Mike nor Marcie opened their eyes.* Perhaps their imaginations under lidded eyes was more exciting, perhaps it was so dark anyway the blackness* didn’t matter.* In any event, all they could do was feel, hear, smell and taste each other’s lust.* They did not see but were very aware that each had crossed the lines of decent dating* by touching ‘ south of the equator’ as Mike wriggled out of his* jeans which now lay bunched mid thigh.* Marcie had already lost her blouse and her training bra was hanging like a necklace.* More importantly, her skirt was rolled up about her waist and only her white, cotton panties separated Mike’s fingers from his goal for the night.
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It happened during a pause in their kissing.* They had to come up for air sometime.* And when they did, it was as if by mutual consent without words;* Marcie slipped her right hand under Mike’s underpants,* Mike slid his left hand, palm touching her skin, beneath Marcie’s panties.* Tentatively, boy and girl made contact and it was as if they were each discovering their manhood/ womanhood and were no longer children.* But they were kids and how they dealt with their new discoveries emphasized that fact.
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Mike’s hand ran over her smooth pussy mound and his heart was racing.* Marie’s fingers worked their way through wiry pubic hair until they bumped on to
Mike’s raging hard-on.* Bliss!
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One could not make an erotic video of their shenanigans even if the lighting were better and all their clothes were* off.* No, it would be farce or low comedy.* They fumbled and acted surprised and downright ‘gob-smacked’ at discovering the other’s bodies, sexuality and their own awe-struck reaction to it all.* It would have been funny in a cute kind of way.
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Marcie was getting hotter under the collar than Mike which is why she ditched her blouse so soon allowing Mikes hands to roam more freely over her budding breasts and her now rock-hard nipples.* As well, the 12-year-old hottie shucked off her panties, threw off the bra and pulled off her skirt.* Mike was still undone but not unclothed;* his shirt was wide open, his belt unbuckled and his zipper all the way down, but he still had all his clothes on.* His near naked partner, on the other hand, was stripped down to nothing but* her white tube socks and gym shoes. All this in the dark where flesh met flesh and kids let their fingers do the talking.
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Marcie was taking her time slowly moving her hand up and down across Mikes balls and cock, getting the feel of it, as it were. She moved her head away from his, kissed his not-so-manly chest and moved down to a hairier part of his body where she pause and breathed in deeply as Mike’s genital aroma greeted and pleased her senses.
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“ MMm Mike,* you smell good.” Marcie blurted out as she rubbed harder and made his cock grow larger, slimier and sweeter.*
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“ Mmm Mike,* you’re cumming so much!” Marcie moved closer and let a drop from Mike’s land on her lips then her tongue.. “ MMmmm oh, man, your cum tastes so good.”
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Of course he wasn’t. It was pre-cum and Mike was pumping it out pretty steady and getting Marcie’s hand and even her lips *well lubricated.* She put her wet fingers to her nose and drew in breath.. She smiled and pumped harder to get more man-nectar from this god.. not Mike, his cock.
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“* Ouch!* Not so hard., Marcie.* You have to be gentle. Like this….” And Mike held his girlfriend’s hand, showed her how her fingers should trace his cock head and how fast she should pump.
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“ Well, show me yourself, then,” said an exasperated Marcie. “ I’ll put my hand around yours and you do it.. go on, jerk off. “*
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This went on for a few minutes and Mike did what he’d been doing for months but this time he had an eager learner who kept her face close to the subject at hand.* More murmurs of delight as the boy’s aroma filled the dark van and Marcie’s imagination.
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Mike’s left hand had not been idle but mostly he was enjoying* Marcie’s A-Cup boobies and finally ventured to her smooth pussy mound, between her labia, which were quite moist, and into her vagina. *No barrier there, as Marcie had popped her cherry long since with passionate auto-erotic finger –fucking in the privacy of her bedroom each night. But, alas, all Mike knew to do was poke in and out;* nothing subtle, no technique to speak of.*
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“ Here, let me show you,”* smirked Marcie in the dark as she held his hand and rubbed it back and forth so her pussy lips were stirred not shaken and two of Mike’s fingers ran lengthwise along her crack.
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“ Mmm I love the feel of your fingers on my clit, Mike.” Then in and over, under around.. in and out and, just as Marcie was beginning to get off,* the back hatch to the van popped open,* the dim, interior lights came on and there stood Marie’s father.
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The look on his ace was a mixture of anger, sadness *and something else Marcie couldn’t quite decipher, perhaps amusement.* But his growling voice seemed anything but amused as he barked out orders to the pair of them.
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“ Young man, get your fucking cock back in your pants.* Button up and get out of here, stud, before I turn you into a gelding. Marcie, you stay right where you are,”
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Mike didn’t need to be told twice.** He pulled his jeans up, held his shirt closed and scrambled out of the back of the van without a glance toward his girl friend.* He mumble a quick ‘sorry..’* more to Mr. Harrison than his daughter and was about to* high-tail it out of there when Marcie’s dad grabbed him by the collar, yanked him nearly off his feet and growled through gritted teeth,* “ If you so much as say a word to anyone about this, I’ll serve your meatballs in spaghetti sauce with your bloody sausage as a side dish.”* Mr. Harrison ran a restaurant in town.* “ You* brag to your buddies about this and you’re a dead man…. But you won’t be much of a man by the time you’re dead.* Got it?”
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Mike got it and sputtered ‘yes, sir’* three or four times as he backed his way out of the driveway and ran like a scared rabbit. And now it was Marcie’s turn to be afraid.* She knew her dad had a terrible temper for she had seen he rip into his kitchen and serving staff* when they let him down.* Now he was eerily calm and soft spoken and he motioned his 12 year old daughter to come to the edge of the van and not to bother gathering up her clothes.
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Mr. Harrison did pick up his daughter’s cast off panties and held them in his hand as he put his left arm around Marcie and gave her a small hug.* She was more frightened than ever.* She’d seen this act before, when her dad had calmly and deliberately sank his boot heel on to the toes of* a waiter who had made the mistake of getting in the chef’s way in the galley.* At first Mr. Harrison had seemed reassuring, compassionate and sympathetic;* then he turned on the poor boy and smashed down on his foot breaking three toes.* Her dad had twisted his heel all the harder as the young boy screamed in agony.
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Marcie now waited for the other shoe to drop.*
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Her dad said, “ Couldn’t keep your panties on, eh?* Must have been too loose, sweetie. Here, put your hands behind your back and I’ll see if I can get them good and tight on you. Can’t keep them on to cover your pussy, I see; we’ll have to use them on those cum-crusted hands of yours.”
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Marcie was terrified but she knew her best bet was just do exactly as her dad told her.* He finished binding her wrists from behind and now, in one quick motion, drew her across his lap and, with one hand pushing her head and the other resting on her bare buttocks,* Mr. Harrison spoke too calmly to his errant 12 year-old daughter.
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“ So you like the touch of a man’s hand on your bare skin, do you?* (SMACK!)
“ And I heard you say you loved the smell of Mike’s cum;* you loved holding his cock and even the taste of it on your lips; is that right? (SMACK!) Answer me, you little bitch!” (SMACK!)*
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Marcie couldn’t answer.* The tears were welling up, her breath was gone from her lungs and, worse still, she realized that with each smack on her bare bum, she was getting incredibly aroused.* Her dad smacked her bum six or seven times more before he too realized his daughter was getting off on this spanking. For one thing, her cute, bare little bum was giggling and her hips swiveling with each blow.* Her scent of lust was also rising from her breasts, armpits and especially from between her legs.* More damning,* a moist spot was beginning to grow on Mr. Harrison’s pant leg.* Marcie’s girl-cum was flowing from her hot, little bald pussy.
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“ You fucking, little slut!” (SMACK!) (SMACK!) (SMACK!)… Her dad was beside himself with rage. “ You’re enjoying this! (SMACK!) (SMACK!) and you’re wanting me to hit you harder .. and …and.. hit you here!” (SMACK!) and with that he adjusted Marcie’s legs to spread them wide as his palm smashed on to his daughter’s gapping, wet pussy lips.
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Marcie could barely speak but she managed to nod ‘yes…’ and her dad continued spanking her for another ten minutes.* But now he alternated smacks to her buttocks to swats on her pussy and every five smacks or so he rubbed his fingers into her dripping snatch and coated his palm enough to slather her girl-juice over her buttock cheeks,* then he resumed spanking her ass with a dozen quick swats only to return his hand to her wet, loosened and hot little pussy where he plunged knuckle deep and fingered her G-spot* with forefinger and middle finger while his cum-coated thumb massaged her anal ring until it too was gapping and inviting.* He worked his thumb into and up this back passage while pinching and probing Marcie’s clit and G-spot.* Then back to her spanking and after a further 20 smacks on her butt, he worked fingers and thumb front and back again only to find each hole opening was wider, wetter and sure seemed hungrier for the touch of his hand.
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When her bum was crimson red and her pussy was near gushing with vaginal juices and her sphincter was throbbing, Mr. Harrison lifted Marcie up off his lap and eased her to the pavement and on to her knees.* Then he stood up just inches from her and he slowly removed his belt.
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“See what you’ve done, you slut.”* He growled and pointed to his pant legs which were soaking now in both her cum and his.* Beneath his pants a bulging lump of manhood was standing out.* Marcie watched in amazement as her dad not only removed his belt, but also pulled down the zipper of his pants,* yanked down his jockey shorts and let his hard, seven inch cock pop out and bump into her face.
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Naked except for her socks and shoes,* her hands bound behind her, and kneeling before her dad’s cock,* Marcie hardly heard what he had to say;* her mind was distracted as all she saw, smelled and soon tasted was cock.*
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Her dad had been saying how she was naughty to take her clothes off in front of Mike and let him touch her like that.* She had been naughty and deserved the spanking he’d just given her.* But she had been worse than naughty.* She had been a slut by grabbing Mike’s cock and saying how much she loved it’s smell and the taste of his cum.* Marcie was confused..* Just how long had her dad been listening outside the van?*
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“ And now,” her father went on, “ you’ve shown just how much of a slut you really are.* Getting hot and your pussy sopping wet the more I spanked you.. and now you can’t resist ( even with your hands tied behind your back ) you can’t help yourself.. see,* you’ve worked my cock into your mouth and you’re sucking it like a pro.. like a prostitute.. bitch.. that’s what you are you fucking whore of a daughter.. SLUT!”
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And with that he came in great gushes, pumping load after load of his cum into Marcie’s mouth… “ Swallow it, bitch.. that’s what sluts do. “* Mr. Harrison was in rage but was crying as well.* His anger was mixing with his lust as he spun his daughter about and pushed her face to the ground.* From behind he let into her bare butt with stroke after stroke of his leather belt.* Her buttocks had already been red and tender to the touch;* this added punishment made her ass cheeks burn but her pussy just got wetter. This did not escape Mr. Harrison’s watchful eye and he just got angrier.*
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“Slut!* You are nothing but a slut!” he railed as he mounted her, lifting her hips up and kicking her legs apart. Mr. Harrison knew what he had to do with a naughty daughter.** Spank her and strap her bare ass until it was livid with welts. He also knew what he had to do a daughter who’d become a slut “You’re a slut, Marcie,”* her dad screamed.” And what do men do with sluts?* Tell me, what do men do with sluts?* “*
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Through tears, Marcie whispered, “*They fuck them.”
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“ Yeah, they fuck them good and hard!”* he whispered as his cock rammed deep into the 13-year-old’s pussy.