Date: Thu, 17 Sep 2015 17:45:18 -0400
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 14

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When I rounded the corner from the hallway to the kitchen, she was standing
there, naked from the waist up, looking around, trying to take it all in.  I
have to admit, it's a pretty impressive sight.  I'm used to it, but I
sometimes forget that it came be overwhelming for others to be greeted by
the open space I designed.  I was, frankly, more in awe of the figure
standing before me.  Her skin was so white and smooth, except for the
multitude of freckles dotting her in places where the sun had kissed her.  They
even showed up in some places not used to being exposed to the sun.  Susan
was a real redhead; at least from what I had seen so far.

"Are you OK?" I asked.  She snapped out of her trance and focused on me.

"Yes," she replied.  "I'm OK.  I just wasn't prepared for this.  Your house
looks like most of the others on the outside, I mean except for the garage,
but this is beautiful!"  I drew her closer to me and enveloped her with my
arms.  I loved the feeling of her bare back under my hands.  I stepped
back, stripped off my T shirt and resumed our hug.  I loved even more the
feeling of her bare breasts on my chest.  I'm not a hairy guy.  I don't
shave my chest, but never really had to.  You see, I'm a redhead, too.  What
little hair I may have is almost transparent.  At that moment I was glad I
was not one of those hairy beasts who would not be able to feel her hard
nipples poking into their chests.  It kinda makes up for all the times I
was called carrot top.

"Where would you like to go?" I asked.  "I can show you the master suite."  She
just nodded and I took her by the elbow and led her through the doorway on
into the master bedroom.

"This is so beautiful!" she exclaimed.

"What?" I exclaimed, "Did you think I lived in a garage?"

"No, it's just that..." she stammered.  "It's so elegant in here!"

"And I'm not elegant, I suppose," I said.  I dropped my shoulders and took
on that hang dog look that makes women sorry they hurt my feelings.

"Oh, no," she said.  "I didn't mean that, it's just that this is a side of
you I hadn't met yet."

"Let me show you another side you haven't seen yet," I said as I took her
by the hand and led her over to the bed.  I knelt down by her side and
unbuttoned her shorts.  I slid the zipper down and opened the flaps to
reveal her bright red thong.  I couldn't see much of it, so I took hold of
the bottom of her shorts and began to inch them down her thighs.  The
further down they went, and the more of her underwear that was revealed,
the more excited I got.  The thong was trimmed in satin lace and covered
the bare minimum of her mons pubis.  I could see just a few fine red hairs
escaping the red pouch that encased her treasure.  That's it!  They had to
come off!  I pushed her shorts to her ankles and steadied her while she
pulled her feet out of them.  Her flip-flops had been lost along the way
already.

I traced the outline of the thong with my fingers and followed a line that
went from her hips, down the crease of her thigh, and to the depths of her
crotch.  I turned her around and finished the route between her butt cheeks.
It was fascinating to me.  I couldn't dream of wearing anything like that!

I knew she was getting as hot as I was from all of this attention.  I
actually got a whiff of her feminine excitement.  The red fabric took on a
darker hue the deeper into her crack it got.  I knew she was getting wet
down there.  Right now, all I could think of was sinking my dick into her
warm vagina, but I knew I had better take it slow.  My dick was saying to
pound her hard and fast, but my big head reined it in somehow.

Susan put her hands in my armpits and hinted for me to stand up.  She
mimicked my posture before her and knelt at my side.  She lowered my shorts
with much less fanfare than I did hers, and was greeted by Mr. Happy in all
his glory.

"Wow!" she marveled, "it's so warm and hard, but it's soft at the same
time!"  When she had felt it all over and had run her fingers over my
balls, she abruptly stood up and whipped off her thong.  She lay back on
the bed and spread her legs.  What a wonderful sight!  A teenaged nubile
twat right in front of me!  She had a dusting of red hair that formed a
triangle at the junction with her thighs.  Her slit was very visible and
was becoming puffy and moist.

"May I have a taste?" I asked.  Without waiting for an answer, I knelt at
the side of the bed and buried my face in her pussy.  I licked and tongued
and found her clitoris.   She lit up like a Christmas tree!  She was
writhing and moaning and pulsating.

"I want it in me now!" she demanded in a voice that got my attention.  She
sat up and all but pulled me on top of her, where my hard dick found its
mark.  The combination of her wetness and my saliva made the entry into her
tight sheath relatively easy.  I wondered why there was no resistance, if
she was as inexperienced as she said.

"Shouldn't we be using some protection?" I manage to say.

"I had a lot of trouble when I first got my period," she explained.  "I had
a lot of examinations, which took my cherry, and now I'm on the pill to
regulate my periods.  It's OK to cum in my pussy.  I want you to."

She wanted it deep and hard and fast.  I was willing to oblige.  I pumped
and humped and assumed the push up position.  In no time, I was at the
brink.  I slowed down just a bit and began to long dick her.  I could feel
every ripple and ridge inside her vaginal walls.  Finally, the dam burst,
and I let loose a volley of semen I thought would not quit.  Susan
shuddered and shook beneath me and together we reached a plateau.  When it
was over, we collapsed, panting and trying to recover.  I rolled off and
lay on my back beside her.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked.

"Mmmm," she moaned.  "That's exactly what I wanted."

Before I could regain my breath, I heard the doorbell ring.  I jumped up,
slipped my shorts on, found my shirt, and headed to the front door.  I
peeked out the sidelight and saw Donny standing there.  Shit!  I had
forgotten he was coming by for his bike!  I opened the door a crack and
squeezed by body through so he couldn't see into the house.

"Hey Donny!" I said.  "Ready for the big reveal?"  I led him to the garage,
punched the code into the keypad and watched the door go up.  His eyes got
big when he saw the bike.

"Oh wow!" he exclaimed.  "I've never seen anything so beautiful!"  He
looked the bike over from stem to stern; from top to bottom.

"Do you like it?" I asked.  Obvious question, but it's always good to ask.

"I've always liked it, but now I love it!" he said.  "Can I try it out?"

"Sure, it's your bike," I answered.  "I just hope your dad won't want it
back now."

"Fat chance that will happen," he said as he mounted up and rode down the
driveway.

"Where did you go?" I heard a voice say.  Suddenly I remembered that I had
left Susan in the lurch.

"I forgot that Donny was coming by to pick up his bike," I explained.

Donny?" she asked.  "Donny Manning?"

"I guess," I said.  "I never really got his last name.  I just fixed his
bike when he and Tyler came over."

She chuckled.  "I used to babysit Donny."

"Well, he's not a baby anymore," I said just as he wheeled back into the
shop, out of breath.

"This this goes wicked fast now," he said.  His head spun when he saw Susan
standing there.  "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Mike's doing some work on my bike, too." She said.  Donny looked from her
to me and then back to her.  I think he had things figured out.

"I wouldn't mind doing a little `work on your bike' either!" he claimed.  He
got a sly smirk on his face.

"Well, be nice and I might just let you," she said right back at him.  I
could tell by the rise in his shorts that this conversation was getting to
him.

"What were you two doing when I got here?" he asked.  "I'm sure you weren't
fixing her bike in the bedroom!  I can smell sex on you."

I was shocked and was sure this was going to blow up into something I
didn't want to face.  Instead, Susan pulled Donny to her and planted a kiss
on his mouth.  She pushed Donny down to his knees and forced his face into
her crotch.

"Can you smell it better now?" she asked.  "I suppose you want a taste of
it, too!"

I hit the button for the overhead door when I saw where this was going.  Donny
pulled Susan's shorts and thong down and started to go to work on her pussy.
I pulled up a stool for her to sit on and a rolling seat for Donny, and
watched as Donny sucked all of my cum out of her delicious little cunt.  I
could see that neither of them was a stranger to this activity.

"Is this what went on when you babysat him?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered.  "Donny's always been a very oral kid."

"And he's never fucked you before?" I asked.  Donny looked up at me with a
face full of pussy juice and cum.  He looked like a glazed donut.

"No one has ever fucked me before you!" she exclaimed.

"Could I?" he begged.  "Could I really, Suzie?"  He whimpered like a little
boy wanting an ice cream.  Susan looked at me and then back at Donny.

"OK, if you want to," she said.  Donny had his shorts off in record time
and stood up so his dick was level with her pussy.  He looked at her
expectantly.  I think had wanted to do this for years.  I put my hand on
his back and pushed him closer.  Then I took hold of his hard boy dick and
rubbed it up and down her slit.  He found her entrance and bottomed out in
her.

"Oh!" he moaned, "That's so good!"  He went into a natural in and out
motion.  Of course, he had to take shorter strokes than I did, because of
his immature equipment, but he maintained contact and penetration.  I think
he was able to stimulate her in that position, too, because she was soon
panting and moaning, too.  I remembered what a good fuck he was and I was
tempted to do him again while he was doing her, but I didn't want anything
to distract him from his goal.  It wasn't long until he was pounding
furiously and declaring his intent to cum.  I pulled him away just in time
and jerked him off the rest of the way so I could see him squirt.  And
squirt he did!  I thought he was going to hit the far wall!  He let loose
with several long spurts and then a couple of respectable dribbles until my
hand was coated with his jizz.

"Is that what you wanted?" Susan asked, echoing my question to her before.


"That's what I've been dreaming of!" Donny sputtered.  He had a big grin on
his face.