Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2015 21:46:07 -0400
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 5

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"How is everything, Laura," I asked.

"Just perfect!" she said and she ran over to me to hug me.  I kneeled down
and took her into my arms.  Meg joined us and I hugged them both, being
sure to feel their bare little bums in my hands.  As we separated, I took
the panties from their hands.

"Do you mind if I keep these?" I asked.  They both grinned and shook their
heads.


I had barely set down my cup of coffee on the workbench when I heard a
knocking on my garage door.

"Mr. Mike," the little voice cried, "are you in there?"  It was barely
eight in the morning, but I already had the lights on in the shop.  I hit
the garage door opener button and waited for it to reveal my little visitor.

"Hi, Laura," I said.  "I'm surprised to see you here this early."  It was
the weekend, so no school for them today.

"Can you look at my bike?" she asked as she wheeled it into the bay.

"What seems to be the problem?" I asked.  I noticed she had shorts and a T
shirt on today, instead of a sundress.  I wondered if there were panties
under those shorts.  My thoughts were rather distracted by the thought of
it and I didn't really hear what she said.

"...and then my foot slipped off and I got this scrape on my leg."  She put
her foot up on the lowest rung of the stool and showed me a bandage on her
shin.

"How did that happen?" I asked.

"I told you!" she scolded.  "The chain slipped and my foot slipped off!"
Well, excuse me for not paying attention.

"Okay, no problem," I said.  I took the bike from her and turned it upside
down on the garage floor.  I could see that the chain was loose and needed
tightening.  I found that the two nuts holding the rear hub on were loose,
so I went to get a wrench out of the toolbox.

"Can you fix it?" she asked impatiently.

"Sure," I said, "Right away."  I loosened the nuts some more and slid the
hub back until the chain was tight enough not to slip.  I made sure it ran
true and didn't wobble before I snugged the nuts up nice and tight.  Laura
was standing close to me while I did that.  I mean really close!  She was
just about leaning on me.  I had to kind of push her away to get enough
room to right the bike.

"Can I try it now?" she asked.  I had left the door open since it was still
relatively cool outside.  She pedaled off and was back in a minute.

"How was that?" I asked.

"Fine, it didn't slip this time, but..." she didn't finish her sentence.

"But, what?" I asked.  She stood there straddling the seat with her toes on
the floor.

"But, can you check the seat again like you did last time?" she coyly asked.
Now I got it!  The little vixen liked what we got up to last time and came
back for more.  I played along.

"It's not fitting quite right?" I asked.  I stepped to her side and ran my
hand along the seat until it came in contact with her cloth covered crotch.
She rocked the bike back and forth, forcing my hand to glide over her
little mound.  I just love the feel of those puffy little pussies!  I still
couldn't tell whether she had panties on.

"It feels like it could be a little higher to me," I said.  I cupped her
little crotch while I reached for the wrench.  I loosened the seat bolt and
adjusted it with her on it.  Of course, I had to lift her up by the crotch
to do that.  I could hear her breathing rate increase as she pushed her
mound into my hand.  I tightened it there and pulled my hand out.

"Does Meg know you are here?" I asked.

"No," she answered.  "Nobody knows I'm here."

"Are you wearing panties under those shorts?" I asked.  Her face got red.

"No," she said.

"Can I see?" I boldly asked.  She stepped off the bike, put the kickstand
down and wriggled out of her shorts.  Sure enough, no panties, just a bare
little muffin.  She stepped over to the workbench.

"Can you lift me up there?" she asked.  I couldn't believe it!  She wanted
a replay of last time.  Who was I to refuse her!  I spread out a towel and
lifted her up onto it.  She immediately spread her legs wide.

"Do you mind if I take off your shirt, too?" I asked.  "And I'm going to
shut the big door, OK?"  She nodded her head and lifted her arms up to
allow me to pull her shirt over her head.  As the door closed, I turned off
the overhead lights so we wouldn't be seen from outside.

"Can you do what you did last time?" she begged.  She had a little whisper
in her voice.  I could see that her pussy lips were already getting pinker
and there was a little moisture in the crease.

"Which part do you like best," I asked, "the finger or the tongue?"

"I like them both!" she said, "Can you do them both?"  She slouched down
from her position on the bench and put her pussy even closer to the edge.  I
pulled up my stool and prepared for a nice snack.  I licked all around
first, and up and down the creases between her legs and her mound.  Then I
licked a trail up her belly and ran my tongue over her little tit buds.  She
gasped when I did that.   I did them both, then descended back towards her
crotch.  I went right for the slit and licked it clean from top to bottom.  I
brought my finger to the party and ran it through the same slit and left
for her little passage.  It slipped right in with no resistance.  I ran it
in pretty deep while I worked her over with my tongue.  She was moaning now
and wiggling back and forth.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked, taking a breather from her pussy, "both
at the same time?"

"Mmmm," she moaned, "keep doing that! And put in another finger!"  I was
happy to oblige.  I had found her love button and was giving it a good
longue lashing when I heard her gasp and lock her legs around my head.

"Oh Tyler," she cried, "I'm coming!"  I had no idea who Tyler was, but I
went right ahead with the business at hand.  She shuddered and moaned and
made some cat-like sounds before she tensed up and vibrated.  I could tell
she was done when her whole body relaxed.

"Laura, are you in there?" I heard a voice say from the other side of the
door.  Oh God, I thought, I'm going to prison!  I'm going to get caught
with this little girl!

"Just a minute!" Laura yelled.

"Who is it?" I whispered. "I thought you said nobody knew you were here!"

"It's only Tyler, my brother, he's twelve, almost thirteen." she said,
"It's OK."  I wasn't sure what she meant by OK, but there was that Tyler
name again.  I lifted her off the bench and she pulled her shorts and shirt
on before I opened the door.

As the door opened, it revealed a young boy or young man on a bike.  He
peered in the garage suspiciously.  His eyes swept over the interior space.

"What were you guys doing?" he asked.

"Nothing," Laura said.  "Mike was just fixing my bike!"  I could see
Tyler's nostrils flare as he picked up the scent of our sexual liaison.

"I smell pussy!" he exclaimed.  "Did you let him eat your pussy, Laura?"

"Yes, I did," she said, holding back tears.

"I thought I told you that was just for me to do," he scolded.

"I know, but I just couldn't help it, he does it so good!" she said.  I
motioned for him to come into the garage and I shut the door.

"Is this going to be a problem, I asked?"  I was quite worried about that.

"Heck no," Tyler said, "We do it all the time."  I could see that Tyler's
shorts were tenting out a bit in front, and he had no shirt on.

"Whew, that's a relief!" I said as I wiped my brow with a shop rag."

"Are you the one who taught her to suck dick, too?" he asked.

"Well, not technically," I said.  "It was my dick, but Meg showed her what
to do."

"She tried it on me, but she wasn't that good at it," he remarked.  "Do you
think you could show me?"

"Sure, I'll teach you both!" I said, "As long as nobody finds out about it."


"Nobody will find out," he said, "You can just say you were fixing my bike."

I motioned for him to step to the workbench and I helped him up onto it.  He
lifted his butt while I pulled his shorts and briefs off.  His four inch
boner was standing proud of his hairless groin.  I leaned in and
immediately took him all the way to the root.  He sucked in his breath and
thrust his pelvis toward me.  I used my tongue to swirl around his head and
shaft.  I got it real wet before I started to bob up and down on it.  Laura
just stood there watching, with her hand down the front of her shorts.  I
was determined to get him off and quick.  It wasn't more than a minute
before he was bucking into my mouth and panting.  I took his sack in my
hand and felt the orbs within.  That really got to him and he straightened
up and pushed as far as he could into my mouth.  I knew he was close, so I
backed off a bit and used my tongue to bring him to the edge and over.  I
felt his dick throb and then a dribble of salty and watery fluid spilled
out onto my tongue.  Not a lot, but a good beginning.  I swallowed it
down.  He did like his sister and relaxed like a rag doll when he was
finished.  I watched as his breathing returned to normal and the color came
back into his face.  Laura was still standing there stupefied.

"Now, what do you need done to your bike?" I asked.