Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2015 14:13:35 -0400
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 23

Thanks for all your positive responses to my story.  Your suggestions have
been great and most have been incorporated into the plot.  Now please
forgive me if I take one more twist and turn on the way to the main event:


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I couldn't let Meg sleep forever and I couldn't afford to have someone come
looking for her and find her naked on my couch.  I gently approached her
and placed a hand on her shoulder.  I spoke her name softly and she began
to stir.

"What?" she said in that foggy place between sleep and wakefulness.

"Meg," I repeated, "You have to get up and go home."  I slid her legs over
the side of the couch, forcing her to a sitting position.  She slipped from
under the blanket, exposing her lithe and naked form.  She was the image of
childhood perfection.  I pulled the blanket gently from under her and
folded it and returned it to the back of the couch.

"Can I just have one more hug?" she asked.  I sat next to her and allowed
her to sleepily melt into me.  She fit so well into the folds and bends of
my body.  I cupped her naked rear end in one hand.  I could still detect
some moisture and warmth coming from that lower area.  I could smell the
unmistakable scent of pussy.  I decided I had better clean her up some
before I sent her on her way.

I excused myself, extricated my body from her embrace, and went to the
powder room for a washcloth.  I let the water get warm and spread a thin
film of soap on the wet cloth. I came back to her and had her stand to her
feet.  First, I ran the cloth over her face to try to wake her up.  Then, I
had her spread her legs and I ran the warm washcloth down her front and
through the cleft between her legs.  I wanted to get rid of the vestiges of
saliva and pussy juice that remained.  I ran it from her pubic mound,
through the valley of her slit, and a bit beyond her anal opening.  Her
whole crotch was now slick with the soapy mixture.  I made her stand still
and went to rinse the cloth with clean warm water.  I came back and
retraced my path, making sure to rinse away and remnants of the soap and
clean her up good.  I couldn't resist running my bare hand through the same
channel.  I let my middle finger linger a little as I passed it through the
slit.  I could feel the delicate features of her little pussy and it
elicited a sigh from Meg.

"Sorry," I said, "I couldn't help myself."  I also couldn't help taking a
little sniff of my finger.  It smelled like soap with just a hint of girl
pussy.

"That's OK," she responded, "You know how much I like that!"  I picked up
her folded clothes.

"Come on, little girl," I said, "You have to get dressed."  I slipped her
shirt over her head and she put her arms in.  I opened her shorts and held
them at floor level while she stepped into them.  I pulled them up and over
the globes of her tiny but, lingering long enough to give it another
squeeze.  She giggled when I did, then slipped her flip flops on.

I ushered her out to the foyer and pushed her bike out through the front
door when I saw the coast was clear.

"Thanks Mike!" she said.

"Come over any time you're feeling that way, OK?"  I reminded her.

"All right, I will," she said as she rode off on her pink bike.

That little encounter took my mind off waiting for Tyler and Susan to show
up.  Now I had to fill the rest of the day with activity until school was
out.  I slipped a t shirt on, grabbed a cup of coffee, and went out to my
favorite hangout; the garage.  The first hour was spent cleaning up.  I had
to pick up the tools I had haphazardly left where I used them and put them
in their place.  Only then, when I could see bare workbench tops, could I
begin to wipe down and vacuum everything.  It took over two hours to get it
looking good.  Even though I knew I would mess it up again, it gave me a
fresh start.

I pulled out an old tool chest I hadn't started on yet and began to
disassemble it.  I unscrewed all of the drawer knobs and removed the screws
from the corner hardware and the catches.  I took the handle off.  I put
each group of parts in a plastic zip lock bag and then put those bags in a
larger gallon size bag, labeled with the tool chest's name and production
number.  I set the bag of hardware aside to be cleaned and polished later.  I
removed and inspected each drawer and its joints.  I found several that
needed to be fixed, so I re-glued them and clamped them to dry.

Time passed quickly when I got in the zone.  I must have worked right
through lunch.  The afternoon sun was starting to hit the windows of the
shop, so I knew it was getting later in the day.  I looked at my watch and
it was nearing 2:30.  Susan was due here at 3:00 or so.  Where the hell was
Tyler?

That thought had barely formed when I heard a soft knock on the side door
to the garage.

I opened it to see Tyler standing there with his backpack, obviously out of
breath.  His bike was stashed in the brush in the vacant lot next door.

"I came as soon as I could," he gasped.  "Stupid gym teacher kept us late,
but I made sure I got a shower."  He barged in and dropped his backpack on
the floor.

"Catch your breath, young man," I said, giving him some time to recover.  I
sat him down on a shop stool and his breathing slowed to normal.

"Thanks, Mike," he said.  "I'm a little nervous about today."  I rubbed his
back and massaged his shoulders.

"It OK," I assured him.  "It's nothing you haven't done before, just with
someone different.  Did you remember to take the pill?""

"Yes, I took the pill, but I don't feel anything different yet," he said.  "How
are we going to do this?  Does Susan know it's going to be me?"

"She has no idea," I explained.  "I plan on leading her into the bedroom
where you'll be naked and waiting on the bed.  Will that work for you?"

"Then what?" he asked.

"I thought I'd have her sit down on your dick," I explained.  He didn't
seem to like that idea.  He shook his head.

"How about if you let me handle it?" he proposed.   "There is some prep
work to be done and there are better positions to use for the first time.  I've
done this before, remember?"  I'm glad he chose to take charge, because
anal is not my strong suit.

"OK, then what so you need from me?" I asked.

"Just have some lube handy," he said.

"It's already in place on the night stand," I said.  I didn't tell him that
I had already set up my camera in the closet to record the whole adventure.


"Where will you be?" he asked.

"I'll be there, just observing," I said.  "I didn't plan out every detail,
you know.  If the time comes for me to join in, I will.  Now let's get you
inside."  I led him inside and into the bedroom.  I left him to get ready
and went back to the shop and opened the overhead door, waiting for Susan.

On the stroke of 3 o'clock, I looked up and saw Susan coming up the
driveway.  She looked stunning to me.  I found it hard to fathom that this
vision of loveliness was coming here to see about getting a hard dick stuck
up her ass.  That just seemed absurd!  Yet, it was true.

"Hi Mike," she said.  She, too, had a backpack to drop onto the floor.
Luckily,
I had kicked Tyler's under the bench so she had no clue about who was here.


"Hi sweetheart," I said and I opened my arms to welcome her with a hug.  She
was not resistant to that idea at all, and embraced me as well.

"Mom told me she stopped by you see you," she said.  "She seems to really
like you."  I wondered how much Natalie had told her but I doubted she told
her daughter that we had fucked each other's brains out!

"She's seems very nice," I said.  "And I see where you get your good looks
from."  Susan blushed just a little.

"She mentioned that she'd like to have you over for dinner some night," she
said.

"I'd like that!" I replied.

"So, who is here?" she asked.  "I've been wondering all day."  She scanned
the shop for clues.

"You'll have to come inside to find out," I said.  I hoped Tyler was ready
and waiting.  We entered the house and headed for the bedroom.  "You might
want to think about taking your clothes off."

She looked at me and then quickly complied.  Off came her shirt and bra.  Down
went her shorts and panties.  She looked delicious!  She had kept herself
clean shaven down there and didn't look too much different from the little
snatch I snacked on earlier in the day.  Such a turn on!  I took her by the
hand and led her to the bedroom door.

"Last chance to back out," I told her.  "I don't want you doing something
you don't want to do.  Say the word and it all stops right here."

"No way!" she exclaimed.  "I've been thinking a lot about this and it's
something I want to do."

"OK, then," I said as I reached for the door handle.  "Close your eyes."  She
did and I led her in to where Tyler was waiting on the bed.  His eyes
bugged out of their sockets when he saw a naked Susan standing there.

"OK, now open them," I instructed.  She opened her eyes and gasped in
surprise.  Tyler's response was to cover his genitals.

"Tyler!" she screamed and covered her eyes.  When she got over the initial
shock, she took her hands away from her eyes and checked him out.  I
motioned for Tyler to take his hands from his crotch.

"Hi Susan," he said meekly.

"Wow!" she said.  "You certainly don't look like the little boy I used to
bathe when I babysat!"

"And you are still as beautiful as ever!" he said.  Susan went over to the
bed, bent down and kissed him on the lips.  Tyler responded and they
immediately fell into a make out session.  I guess the ice was broken.  His
hand went to her breast and hers went o grasp the hard dick jutting up from
his groin.

"This is going to be so great!" Susan said.  "I've always had a thing for
you, you know."

"That's funny," Tyler said, "I've always had a crush on you!"  Susan
crawled up on the bed beside him and they began exploring each other.  There
were two naked teens in my bed.  Absurd, but true.