Date: Sun, 27 Sep 2015 07:10:21 -0400 From: user459@mail.com Subject: Meg's Bike 15 Please help keep NIFTY alive by donating here: http://donate.nifty.org/ donate.html The next morning, I stood in the garage and stared at Susan's bike with a big grin on my own face. I ran over in my mind what had happened since meeting Meg and fixing her bike. The last few years had been tough; losing my wife, tending to her needs in those last days, coping with being alone. I never would have dreamed of what has gone on here. I'm no stud and my sex life had been run-of- the-mill at best. Now, my most secret fantasies were playing out day by day. I wondered if it was all a dream, brought on by solitude and loneliness. One look at the bike in front of me brought me back to reality. Yes, it was true; yes, it had happened! Yes, I had asked Susan to leave her bike with me for a few days, yes, Donny had been ecstatic over his bike when he saw how I had fixed it up. He had been even more ecstatic when he got to fuck the girl of his dreams. I shook off that feeling of doubt and wonder, but the smile did not shake off with it. I started working on Susan's bike. I dismantled the parts I knew needed to come off and set them aside to soak or to wait until I got to them. I cleaned off years of dirt and neglect and uncovered a beautiful bike underneath. There has always been a sense of satisfaction I get when I see something come back to life with the swipe of a cloth or an application of some elbow grease. I needed to get back to this routine of some mindless work to allow my brain to rest. I needed to focus on something other than the sexual high I had been on for the last few weeks. I got absorbed in my work and the menial tasks involved with it. Though I had been a successful engineer in my past life, I've always needed an outlet outside of the office and away from the desk to allow my creativity to flow out through my hands. For me, nothing beats the satisfaction of seeing the product of my own physical efforts. That's just how I'm wired. Before I knew it, I was putting the last of the refurbished parts onto the bike. I thought, "If this part is refurbished, was it furbished at one time?" That's how strange my brain works. A couple of parts I could not put on because I had repainted them and they were still drying. I set the bike aside and scanned the shop for another project. There is always another thing to work on. Actually, I plan it that way. Just when I'm all caught up, UPS or FedEx comes with something I bought off Ebay or craigslist, and I have another project to work on. Actually, I had gotten a little behind (no pun attended) while dealing with these kids. No regrets. Because the weather had cooled somewhat, I had opened the overhead door to take advantage of the cooler days. I looked up occasionally when a car passed or a bird chirped, or a bike went by. I heard some chatter and the squeal of bike brakes and saw my old pals, Meg and Laura, as they wheeled into the driveway. They were wearing their cute little sundresses again. They quickly dismounted and put their kickstands down before rushing in and hugging me around the waist. "Hey! What's up with you two?" I asked, pleased with such a greeting. "We were just talking about you and thought we would ride over to see you," Meg said. "Yeah," Laura chimed in. "We got tired of playing with Barbies." I kneeled down to their level and hugged them to me. I held their little bums, one in each hand. I felt under their little sundresses and found they had both neglected to wear panties! "Is this the way you always leave the house?" I asked, "With no underwear on?" I tried to sound stern, but my phony sternness was met with girly giggles. As they giggled, they twisted and turned under my hands, adding to the pleasure I was feeling. "No," Laura responded, "We did it just for you. We know how you like our bare bottoms!" I certainly couldn't disagree with them there. I stroked their bare bottoms and squeezed the luscious orbs, and allowed my hands and fingers to stray into the cleft between their cheeks. I followed the crease down until I got to the junction of their thighs. As if on cue, they both shifted their stance to spread their legs apart, allowing me access to their private girl parts from behind. I felt right up to their smooth little mounds and ran a finger of each hand down through the slit I found there. "Hey!" I remarked, "You are both a little wet down there!" I pulled my hands out from under their dresses and ran my fingers, one by one, under my nose. I could smell the unmistakeable scent of young pussy. "What is that from?" I asked. I watched their faces turn red and they looked back and forth, one to the other, until Meg spoke softly. "We were doing stuff together before we came," she admitted. "What kind of stuff?" I asked. "You know!" she said with a hint of exasperation in her voice. She lowered her voice to a whisper, "Sex stuff." "What exactly were you doing?" I asked. I had to ask, even though I knew the answer. "Remember what you did with us up on the workbench?" Laura asked. I nodded my head. "That's the kind of stuff we were doing." "You mean you were licking each other's pussies?" I queried. They both turned bright red and looked at each other to see the other's reaction. Meg is the one who spoke up. "Yes," she said, "We were licking each other's pussies! There, now are you satisfied that I said it?" "Yes," I said, "I'm glad you said it, but I think I'd rather see it..." They looked at each other and then quickly looked around the garage. "We can't do it here," Meg said. "I know that," I countered, "I thought maybe we could go into the house." I reached over and hit the garage door closer button. While it was closing, I picked up my camera from the bench and ushered them into the house. I led them to the family room and I sat before them on the couch. I reached out to Laura and lifted her summer dress over her head. Then I did the same to Meg. They both slipped their flip flops off and were standing there, completely naked in front of me. Amazing! I pulled them both to me and copped another feel of their naked bubble butts. "Meg, you lie down on your back here," I directed. I indicated a clear spot on the plush carpet. She complied and waited for further instructions. "Laura, straddle her chest, facing me. Laura stood over Meg and then lowered herself to her knees, looking toward Meg's feet. In this position, Laura's pussy was inches from Meg's face. Without warning, Meg lifted her head and planted a lick across Laura's twat. Laura jumped a little, but quickly got the idea. She lowered her face to Meg's pussy and they resumed doing what they had done before they came over. "We never did it at the same time before," Laura said when she lifted her face from Meg's crotch, "But I like it." She dove right back in. I turned the camera on and began snapping phots, careful not to include much of their faces in the shots, just tongues and pussies. The sound of slurping and the smell of young pussy began to fill the room. My dick was hard as a rock. I had a good view of Laura's bottom as Meg worked her pussy over with her tongue. I could see her crack and the little wrinkled rosebud as she hunched into Meg's mouth. I couldn't resist getting down on the floor next to them. I saw them from every angle when lining up the shots, but I really didn't care about the camera anymore. I set it down and ran my fingers through Laura's crack and over her anus. She shuddered and squirmed. I put my finger over her little orifice and applied some pressure. It yielded a little, but was too dry to allow my finger access. I bent down and replaced my finger with my tongue. That drove her wild! She hunched and humped into Meg's mouth as I ran my tongue over and into her hole. I gathered as much saliva as I could and repeatedly pushed it into her anus as far as I could. When I pulled back from her little hiney, I tried again to insert my finger. This time it went right in to the second knuckle. Laura moaned and pushed back against my hand, giving Meg a little breathing room, but not breaking contact between them. There was, however, enough room now for me to fit my hand in there and find that pleasure button at the top of her slit. With Meg licking her and me fingering her rear and stimulating her clitoris, she twitched and shuddered and had an exquisite preteen orgasm. When she was done, she rolled off and lay on the floor, trying to regain her breath. >From my vantage point, kneeling beside Meg's naked body, I could see her pubic mound still glistening with Laura's saliva. I knew Meg had not cum yet and my cock was yearning for some action. I wasn't sure what I was going to do when Meg grabbed my arm and pulled me down on top of her. I ended up in between her lithe little legs in the missionary position. My dick's head was resting on her pubic bone and I assumed the push-up position. Meg grabbed my hard member and rubbed its head up and down her slit until it was definitely at the entrance to her holy of holies. I pushed slightly and her flower opened up and swallowed my head, followed be the entire shaft. I sank in as far as I could go and just left it there steeping in her delightful quim. It was Meg who initiated the slow rocking and in and out movement. I hadn't begun because I was afraid I'd blow my load too quickly. She established just the right rhythm to keep me on the edge without going over it. It was one delightful fuck! Laura had regained her composure and her breathing had returned to normal. She raised herself up to kneel next to where I was fucking her cousin. She watched in fascination as my dick plunged in and out of Meg's tight hole. She even got my camera and took a few shots of the action, close up and personal. She set the camera down behind us and I felt her small, soft hands on my butt. She tenderly spread my cheeks and revealed my hairy pucker. I could feel her trace its contours with her finger and then her tongue. I almost distracted me from my fucking duties, but not quite. I realized she was mimicking my actions on her just minutes before. She slicked up my hole and then slipped her finger in as I had done to her. But I had something she did not: a prostate. When she found it with her finger, I audibly gasped and she knew she was onto something. She began to rub it in matching rhythm with my thrusts into Meg until I couldn't stand it any longer. I gave one last push, burying myself as far as I could into that little cunt, and let loose a massive load of cum. It was so much that it leaked out around my dick and dripped onto the carpet. I didn't care at that point, but somewhere in the back of my consciousness I reminded myself to put down a towel or sheet next time. For now, I really didn't give a shit, as far as the carpet was concerned. When I was spent, I rolled off and Laura scooted in and lapped up the overflowing cum from Meg's pussy. When she was done with that, she cleaned up the residual from my cock and milked it down to get the last drops.