Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2015 06:17:11 -0500
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 27

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I helped Susan off the workbench and onto the floor next to Tyler.  Mitch
was standing there naked, too, wiping off his mouth with the back of his
hand.  Three naked kids in my garage!  Who would believe it?

"What did you two come out here for?" I asked Tyler and Susan.

"I came out to ask you if you were going to join us or if we should go
ahead and shower," Tyler answered.

"I was a little occupied and it looks like you took care of business
without me," I commented.  "Go ahead and shower if you want to.  Use my
master shower."  I knew they would like that with the rainfall shower and
room enough for a platoon in there.  They headed for the door into the
house and I marveled at their two naked bodies.

"What about me?" asked this frail little voice.  It was Mitch.

"I didn't forget about you, Mitch," I assured him.  "Tell me, was that more
than you bargained for?"

"It was unbelievable!" he exclaimed.  "I never knew anything about that
stuff, except what I've seen on the computer.  I can't believe I got to see
a real vagina!"

"And the other stuff?" I prodded.

"Oh, yeah!" he responded enthusiastically.  "What you and Tyler did was so
great!  I was so afraid I was going to pee, but when you told me to relax,
it ended up feeling out of this world!"

"That was an orgasm, Mitch," I explained.  "Probably your first one, huh?"

"Yeah, definitely!" he replied. "But I didn't make any of that stuff Tyler
did."

"That will take a few years, buddy," I said, "but you can still get that
feeling when you want to."

"I'm going to be doing that a lot, I think, if you show me how," he said,
"As long as Mommy doesn't catch me doing it.  She gets real angry if I
touch myself down there.  She says it's dirty and disgusting."

"Do you think it's dirty and disgusting, Mitch?" I asked.

"No!" he quickly responded.  "I think it's fun, more fun than I've ever had.
Can you show me more stuff, Mike?"

"I'd be glad to, but not today," I said.  "Let's save some for another day.
Besides, we don't want Mommy to get suspicious, do we?"  He shook his head
and looked eager to get out of the garage.  I reached for his clothes and
helped him get dressed.  He kept looking out the window in fear that his
Mommy dearest would be pulling into the driveway.

When I saw the coast was clear, I opened the garage door and ushered him
and his bike out.  He hopped on and rode down the street before circling
back into his driveway.  He gave me a thumbs-up.  I'm not sure if it was
for the bike adjustment or for the time he spent in the garage with us.

Now I just had to get rid of the other two visitors.  Not that I minded
having them here; it was just that it increased my chances of exposing
myself to trouble.  After all, I was allowing underage children to have sex
in my house!  That may be the things fantasy is made of, but they are also
things that can lead to jail terms.  I've heard that guys like me don't
fare well in prison.

So, I made my way back to the workbench to clean up.  I replayed the
happenings that went on there just minutes before.  I swear I could still
smell the unmistakable scent of pussy and the bleachy odor of semen in the
air in the vicinity of the scene of the crime.  Mitch had gotten a proper
introduction to relations with teenagers.  Now, all I had to do was clean
up.  I brought the towel into the laundry room and returned with some
cleaning wipes.  I scrubbed down the entire bench top before laying out the
tools I had on there before.  No one could tell anything had happened there
and there was a fresh, clean scent in the air from the wipes.    I felt I
was not being paranoid; just cautious.

I had finished up that old English three speed bike and I got it looking
pretty good.  I even test rode it down the street and back.  It shifted
well, it stopped when the brakes were applied, and a coat of carnauba wax
left it shiny and clean.  Its owner should be coming by today.  This was a
cash job, not a neighborhood favor, so I was looking forward to a reward
for my labors.

This guy, Jim, wanted to pass the bike on to his son, but I knew his son
wasn't going to want to be stuck with a heavy old relic like this one.  I
took on the job mainly because of nostalgia.  I had a bike like this when I
when I was young, cobbled out of parts of old bikes I found.  I could
disassemble and re-assemble these things in my sleep!  I'm sure Jim's
eleven year old son would rather have a modern 21 speed racer or trail bike.
I guess that's really none of my business, is it?

I went back to one of my projects, sanding down the top of a chest.
Woodworking
and refinishing are another of my interests and hobbies.  With the whirr of
the sander going and Pandora in the background, I didn't hear anyone come
in the shop until I felt a tug on my t shirt.  I flipped the sander off and
put it down.  I turns to see little Laura standing there, smiling up at me.

"Well," I said, "I haven't seen you in a while!"  I bent down and gave her
a hug.  She threw her arms around my neck and I cupped her rear end in one
hand.

"I missed you, too," she said.  We broke our hug and she looked at the
floor.  I knew she had something on her mind.

"What's bothering you, Laura?" I asked.  She hunched her shoulders as it
nothing was wrong, but I knew better.

"Come on," I prodded, "You can tell me anything!"

"Well, Meg told me you said she could come over any time she felt like
doing stuff," she revealed.  The little vixen was jealous!  What is it with
the competition between them?

"What kind of stuff?" I asked, trying to get her to say exactly what it was
she wanted.

"You know!" she said exasperated, "Sex stuff!"

"Yes, I did tell her that," I admitted, "And she's come by a few times
since then."

"Can I do that too?" she asked.  "I mean, when I'm feeling like I want to
do sex stuff, can I come over and do it with you?"

"Of course you can!" I said.  Who was I to deny her?

"Well, I'm here," she said as she stepped out of her shorts and peeled her
shirt off.  I immediately hit the garage door button so the whole
neighborhood wouldn't see her naked in my garage.

"Jeez, Laura!"  I exclaimed, "Next time, give me some warning!"

"Sorry," she mumbled, holding her hands in front of her crotch.

"So, what is it exactly that you want?" I asked.

"My pussy wants you up inside of it," she said matter-of-factly.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" I asked.

"I'm sure," she said.  "But can you put some of that slippery stuff on it
first?"

"OK, come over here," I instructed.  I led her to the cabinet where the
lube is stored and squirted some on my middle finger.  I put it between her
legs and slipped my finger into her slit.   It was already warm and wet
from her anticipation, but a little more lube couldn't hurt, I thought.

I slipped my shorts down, revealing my rock hard boner pointing straight up.
I picked the little girl up and hugged her to my chest.  My cock was
trapped between our bare bellies.  I lifted her a bit more and my cock
found its way between her legs and out the other side.  I reached down and
positioned it at her entrance, still standing up.  She gasped when she
realized what was going to happen, but then she helped out by working her
pussy down around my hard dick.  She worked her way down and I let her
weight work to its advantage.  Soon she was all the way down and wrapped
her legs around me.  I cupped her little cheeks in my hands and lifted her
up and down, eliciting moans of pleasure from her.  I began to walk around
the shop with this little girl impaled on my rampant cock.  It was heavenly.
It must have been hitting all the right spots for Laura, too.

Soon, she was moaning and writhing on me.  She had her hands on my
shoulders and assisted me as I lifted her up and down, driving my piston in
and out of her pussy.  She was so tight it almost hurt.  Good thing we used
the lube.  Just when I thought it couldn't get any better I felt that
feeling begin to well up from deep inside.  I think Laura knew it, too, as
my dick swelled in her.  She stopped pulling on my shoulders and let me
bury my cock as deep as possible in her hot snatch.  I began to twitch and
felt my muscles pulse and spasm, sending hot volleys of semen squirting up
inside this little girl.  Her head held tight to my chest, she began to
quake and shiver through her own orgasm.  When we were both done, I walked
her over to the workbench, lifted her off my softening penis, and sat her
on the bench.  Her legs still spread, I could see her hole was puffy and
red.  It was glistening with the lube and our combined juices.  My cum was
leaking from her slit, but I just had to have a taste. Laura jumped a bit
when my tongue made contact, but she settled down as I feasted on her
clitoris.  I knew she had another cum in her and I wanted her to feel
satisfied.  I kept it up until she yelled for me to stop.  She was out of
breath, panting and flushed.

I helped her off the bench when her breathing returned to normal and she
rushed to get her clothes back on.

"Thanks, Mike!" she said as she left.  "That's just was I was looking for."
She let herself out the back door of the garage and disappeared.  I'd
created a sex monster!

It seemed I never knew who was going to show up here wanting sex.  It
started with Meg, then grew to include Tyler, Laura, Donny, Susan, Natalie,
and Mitch.  Did I leave anyone out?  I think not.  I went through my memory
bank a second time, lingering where I would, to take a closer inventory.  I
just shook my head in disbelief.

There was a knock on the overhead door and I shouted for whoever it was to
come around to the back door.  I could see it was Donny as he passed by the
window.  He knocked again at the back door.

"Come on in, Donny," I said.  He timidly opened the door and stepped
inside, looking around at the shop from this new perspective.

"Hi Mike," he said as he offered his hand to shake mine.

"Why so formal, Donny?" I asked.  He just shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know," he said, "I was just taught to be polite."  It felt good to
be shown some respect.

"I appreciate that, I said.  It can be hard to find polite people these
days.  Now, is there something I can do for you?"

"Well, uh, um," he stammered as he looked down at the floor.  I lifted his
chin to look me in the eyes.

"What is it Donny?" I asked.  "You know you can be honest with me."  He
smiled and his face lit up.

"I know," he said.  He composed himself to say what was on his mind.

"Then, out with it!" I coached.

"Mike, I need to try to find some way to make a little money," he blurted
out.  "We don't have much and I would like to be able to help my Mom out a
little.  I'd like to be able to buy my own clothes.  Nothing special or
expensive, just presentable."  I had to admit, he almost always looked a
little tattered and worn.

"How can I help?" I asked.

"I was wondering if I could help out around the shop or the house or the
yard," he said.  "I'm pretty good with my hands and I'm a good worker."

I'll have to give that some thought," I said.  "I have been getting busier
with this bike repair thing and you seem to know a little bit of mechanics.
 How are you at house and yard work?"

"I do most of it at home," he answered.  "Mom works two jobs, so she's too
tired to do much when she gets home.  I usually get supper started for her,
too."

"OK, let's see if we can work something out," I said.  I handed him the
broom.  "You can start with sweeping the shop and we'll go from there."

He eagerly took the broom from me and got to work.  He was very thorough,
moving things out of the way and sweeping under them, then using a brush
and dustpan to clean up the debris.  I let him forge ahead, but I got into
watching him intently.  He had a compact little body and he moved with
purpose and grace.  His clothes were old and a little too tight for him.   I
could see why he wanted new ones.  I could also see his body straining at
the fabric and his butt cheeks clearly outlined.  I started getting boned
up again, despite the fact I that I had gotten off when I took care of
Laura.

As he emptied the last dustpan full of dirt, I called him over to me.  He
hung up the broom, put the brush and dustpan away, and came to stand in
front of me.

"Wow!" I said, looking around at the clean floor.  "You did a great job.  I
don't think it's been swept like that in over a year!"  His face lit up and
he beamed with pride.  His eyes lowered to my shorts where Mr. Happy was
not doing a very good job of hiding.

"I can take care of that, too," he offered.  He reached out and stroked my
cock through my silky shorts.  I was going commando, so it felt really good.

"Donny, you don't have to do that," I said.  "It's not part of the deal."

"I know," he said.  "I'll do it off the clock."  He slid to his knees,
taking my shorts down in the process.  By the time he got to his knees, we
both realized he was too short to get the right angle on my cock, so I sat
down on the stool and he pulled up the rolling seat.  That put him
comfortable in line with his target.  He wasted no time in pulling it down
to his mouth and sliding his lips over the head of it.  He sank it in deep
and I felt it hit the back of his throat.  Oh, my God!  He swallowed and it
went right into his throat!  I had no idea he could do that!  He came all
the way up to the head with his lips and then did it again.  I could get
very used to this!

On his next trip up the shaft, he ran his tongue around the head, just the
way I like it.  Then back down into deep throat mode.  I knew this wasn't
going to last, especially with the stimulation I had had before with Laura.
I had to let him know I was close.

"Donny," I warned, "I'm going to cum!"  He looked up at me and nodded his
head, letting me know it was OK to cum in his mouth.  Two more round trips
was all it took and I felt the clenching of my muscles start, followed by a
surge of energy and my balls pumped a load of semen out into his mouth.  He
never let up one bit, but took every drop.  When he was sure I was done, he
gave it one last suck and milked down before he pulled off with a satisfied
grin on his face.

"Do I get the job?" he asked.

"Absolutely!" I answered.  We talked a little about the details and
schedule.

"By the way," he said.  "Did I taste a little bit of pussy on your dick?"

"Oh, yeah!" I answered, "I had a little visitor earlier."

"Cool!" he said.  "You don't have to tell me, but was it anyone I know?"

"Laura," I admitted.  He looked stunned at first, then accepted the fact.

"Super cool!" he replied.