Date: Sat, 5 Sep 2015 22:04:40 -0400
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 10

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Meg held my hand and pulled me through the door.  She stopped quickly at
the end of the hall as if disoriented.  My home was not like those she was
used to.  I bought the first lot in this development and designed this home
from scratch.  Most of the others were cookie cutter homes that Meg was
familiar with.  The tall ceilings and open concept confused her a bit.

"Where do we go Mike?" she asked.  I pointed to a door on the other side of
the foyer.  It led to the master suite.

Her jaw dropped when she opened the door and saw the suite.  The master
bath was to the right, and the master bedroom to the left.

"Turned left Meg," I instructed.  I put a hand on each shoulder and
physically turned her toward the bedroom.  I observed as she took it all in
when we went through the doorway.  Her head swiveled around and her eyes
took it all in.  I continued to guide her toward the king sized bed.

It was then that I realized she was the first person to be in here since my
wife's funeral.  It had been two and a half lonely years.  No one had been
in this room but him, except for the cleaning lady.  Even his wife had not
spent her last night in here; she had perished in the car that night, alone.
Still, I kept the bed made and the room clean, as she had taught me.  I
shook off a twinge of guilt and said to myself, "It's my life now."

As we neared the side of the bed, I reached down and took both sides of the
bottom of Meg's shirt and pulled it  up and over her head.  She scampered,
topless, up onto the bed before I could turn the covers down.  She moved to
one side as I flung back the duvet, blanket and sheet.  She crawled to the
newly uncovered area and posed for me.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Delicious!" I said.  I leaned in and licked the closest little pointy bump
on her chest while running my thumb over the other one.  They both
immediately hardened.

"Oh, that feels so nice!" she moaned.

"Meg," I said, "are you really sure you want to do this?"

"Pretty sure," she answered.  "Let's just see what happens, like you said
with with Tyler and Laura."  She had a point; here was the opportunity and
time was at hand.  I reached for her shorts but she beat me to them.  She
raised her bottom and peeled them down to her knees, revealing that she had
no underwear on and exposing the most beautiful naked pussy to me.  I
dragged her shorts the rest of the way off and threw them on the floor with
her shirt.  My clothes were next to go and I crawled up on the bed with my
little lover.

I lay next to her and did what I had wanted to do for a long time.  I
kissed her lips and caressed her cheek.  She responded by kissing me back;
not a little kid peck, but a real kiss, deep and affectionate.  I was
surprised, at first, by her passionate response.  It seemed so beyond her
years.  My whole body tingled and warmed.  I felt something wrap around my
hard dick and looked to see her little hand stretching around it and
caressing it softly.  I pulled away from her to take in the sight.  She was
so beautiful!

I kissed her neck and down her chest again.  As I did, I brought my hand up
between her legs and stroked her inner thigh on the way to my prize.  Her
legs opened up as I got closer and I drew rings around her pubis lightly
with my fingers.  I dragged my fingers up and down the creases between her
legs and her puffy mound on each side and then just grazed the slit with my
fingertip.  I did it again and again as she clamped her eyes closed and
whimpered.  On the last few trips I could feel some moisture beginning to
seep from between the folds.

"Oh Mike!" she groaned, "that feels so nice!"  She pulled me toward her and
into another long kiss.  I cupped her whole pussy with my left hand and
felt round for my nightstand with the other.   I deftly opened the drawer
and pulled out a tube of my favorite lube.  I wasn't sure it would be
necessary, but I knew it would be useful, especially the first time.  I
squeezed a drop on my middle finger of the hand I was caressing her with.  I
returned it to her slit and ran it up and down the channel.

"This will help us get started," I explained.  I added another drop or so
and pushed it just inside her entrance.  She flinched a bit.

"Ooh, it's cold at first," she noted, "but it warms up nice."  She pushed
back against my invading finger and it slid in to the first, and then the
second, knuckle.  "That feels good!"

"Have you had anything up there before?" I asked.

"Laura and I have played with doing that before," she admitted.  "One time
I bled a little."  Then I realized her hymen had been compromised and there
was one less thing to worry about.  I added a second finger and found very
little resistance.  It was tight, but no obstacle.

 She turned onto her side, facing me, propped up on her elbow.

"Can we do it now?" she pleaded.  How could I refuse?

"I want to do this at your pace" I said.  I turned on my back and pulled
her over on top of me.  At first we lay front to front, making full body
contact, and she kissed me this time.  Then she sat up, straddling my belly.
As she slid down toward my crotch, I could feel the contact of her pussy
lips on my flesh and she left a snail trail of lube on my stomach.

"What do I do now?" she said expectantly.  I pulled her little body up off
my stomach and positioned her so she was sitting on my legs, just below my
crotch.

"Grab that tube of lube," I said.  I had her spread a little over the head
of my dick and down the shaft.  I couldn't let her get too carried away or
I wouldn't last long enough to do the deed.  I thought of other things to
get my mind off it.  I let the feeling pass.  I pulled her up into position.

"Now sit down on it," I told her.  I held my dick upright until I felt the
velvety warmth of her flesh start to envelop the head.   I slid it back and
forth until it seemed to be in line with the passage.  Meg let her weight
fall on it and I started slipping inside.  It felt like a glove was being
pulled on - a very warm glove.  Meg didn't hesitate to force herself down
until I was up to the hilt in pre-pubescent flesh.

I watched her face as she lowered down on my cock.  There was a mix of
surprise, wonder, and anxiety.  I grabbed either side of her waist and
began to lift het up.

"No!" she exclaimed.  "Don't take it out!"  She slammed herself back down.

"Trust me, Meg," I said.  I lifted her again and she let me lift her until
just the head was left inside her.  I let go and she slid back down.  She
got the idea and started to rise and fall on her own by flexing her knees.  Her
pussy lips were so tight on my shaft, I could see them follow up and down.  The
lube was working well and added to the sensations.

"Oh, Mike!" she gasped.  "I like this!  I can't believe I'm actually
fucking!"

"Oh, you're fucking all right!" I observed as I sucked in my breath.  "You're
fucking real good!"

"Do you really mean that?" she said as she continued to rise and fall on my
probe.  I felt myself getting even harder.  I put my hand in between us and
flicked her pleasure button with my thumb.  She really liked that and began
moaning.

"I'm getting really close," I said.  I wasn't kidding.  This tight little
pussy was bringing me quickly to the edge.

"Can I watch you shoot the white stuff?" she asked.

"OK, but when I pull out you'll have to finish me off with your hand," I
panted.  I lifted her all the way off and she took hold of my well-lubed
cock and began her assault.  It only took about six strokes and I blasted
long ropes of cum all over both of us.  She giggled like the little girl
she was.  I just about lapsed into unconsciousness.  I just lay there
trying to catch my breath.

When I could breathe again, I pulled her up and sat her pussy right on my
mouth.  I hit all the right places with my tongue and had her cumming in no
time.  She fell over on me and we lay front to front in a sex induced
slumber.