Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2015 17:05:58 -0500
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 30

Thanks for all the positive comments and encouragement.  Maybe I won't let
this series die after all.  So many of you have said how you like the short
chapters.  Who knows?


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I thought that went quite well.  Mitch's mother would be pleased.  Well,
pleased about the injections part anyways.  I had done my duty and then
went above and beyond the call.  I know Mitch was pleased, as was I.

We didn't hear anything as we walked past the room where Donny ad Meg had
been going at it.  I'm sure they had burnt their youthful selves out by
now.  Still, Mitch glanced at the door with wonder in his eyes and a smile
on his face.

"I'd like to see that again!" he whispered when we were further down the
hall.  I opened the front door for him and saw his bike standing there on
its kickstand.

"So you're riding your bike OK?  Without any training wheels?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," he said.  "I've been riding it just fine since the day you took
the training wheels off.  I didn't really need them anymore."  He mounted
up, as if to prove the point to me, and rode down the driveway and across
the street.

As I watched him go, I noticed that the lights were on in my shop.  I was
sure I had turned them off, so I went to the back door and found it
unlocked.  I could hear voices inside.  I cracked the door open and hear
Meg explaining something to Donny.

"And then he put me and Laura up on the bench and licked our pussies," she
said, pointing to the place on the bench where we had had our first
encounter.

"Oh, wow!" he exclaimed.  "Do you think we could try that, I mean, you on
the bench and me licking your pussy?"

"Yeah, sure," but my pussy is full of your stuff right now," she said.

"That doesn't bother me," he admitted, "I like the taste of my cum."

I didn't have a good visual vantage point from the crack of the door, so I
made my move.  I slowly opened the door until they noticed me.

"Can I watch?" I asked.  They both nodded their heads simultaneously.

"It's your garage," Donny added as he helped Meg up onto the towel on the
bench.  She had put her clothes back on, so Donny pulled her shorts down
and her shirt off again while she arched her back to give him clearance to
do it.  As soon as the shorts were clear of her feet, she spread her legs
wide as only little girls can do.  Her red and puffy little mound was
shamelessly on display and the slit was wet with Donny's recent deposit.

"Maybe if you clean it out real good, I won't have any leaking into my
panties and staining my shorts," she observed.

Panties?  I thought.  When did she start wearing panties when she came over
here?  Maybe it was just a figure of speech.

"I'll do my best," Donny said as he got to work.  This kid was a real
bisexual.  He was every bit as enthusiastic at eating pussy as he was
sucking cock.  Plus, he loved to get fucked.  He was just a very sexual
person.

I could smell the scent of their sex and was extremely tempted to join in.
I went to the bench and rubbed Meg's little nipples with my thumbs.   She
seemed to like that.  I let my hand wander lower to her mound and watched
as Donny thrust his tongue into her, digging his cum out of her snatch.
His efforts left her small clit hood exposed, so I worked it with my finger
until the button was exposed.  I used their natural lubrication to work
around it in circles as she hummed in appreciation and thrust her hip
forward into Donny's mouth.  When Donny had lapped up most of her
discharge, he noticed her exposed clit and attacked it, pushing my hand
away.  Mg responded with loud moans and groans.

Now displaced, I stood back and watched them.  I spotted the tent in
Donny's shorts and slipped them down to his ankles.  He had the most
perfect specimen of a teen cock I had seen in a long while.  It was not
huge, but perfectly proportioned.  He was circumcised and the head was just
a bit larger than the shaft, with a prominent corona or ridge around it.  I
mouth filled with saliva as I contemplated his dick.  I somehow positioned
myself so as to not interfere with his pussy eating efforts and sat on my
rolling adjustable seat.  That put me at just about eye level with his
crotch as he stood and stretched to reach Meg on the bench.  I couldn't
wait to get that tube of boy flesh into my mouth.

An unexpected bonus was the scent and taste of Meg's young pussy on it.  I
had forgotten, momentarily,  that they had been fucking just a little while
ago.  As he tasted himself on her, I tasted her on him.  It was heaven as I
let him slip through my lips and deep into the cavern of my mouth.  He
wasn't quite long enough to reach mu throat yet, but felt just the right
size for my oral cavity.  Besides, It left room for me to snake my tongue
out once in a while and lick the area around his crotch and his balls as
well.  My favorite part, and his apparently, was when I'd pull back to the
head and swipe my tongue back and forth across his sensitive head.  His
moans and groans now joined Meg's.  Both kids seemed to be really enjoying
this.  I hefted his balls with a free hand and cradled them in my palm.  I
felt them squirm around his hairless sack and then begin to snug up to the
base of his shaft.  I knew that meant he was getting close.  From the sound
of it, Meg was, too.

She began to breathe erratically and emit little cat-like sounds.  Her hips
now thrust up off the towel into Donny's mouth.  Through Donny, I could
feel her begin to shake and shudder.  My vision of her was blocked by my
position in Donny's crotch, but I could tell that her orgasm was seconds
away.  Donny sensed it too and I felt his penis pulse in anticipation and
stimulation.  As Meg's moans reached a crescendo, I felt Donny's balls
prepare to lunch.  After a last swirl around his head, I pressed my tongue
along the tube on the bottom of his penis and awaiting the inevitable
discharge.  He didn't disappoint.  He lifted his head from Meg's pussy as
she finished cumming and he let me do my work.  His prick slid back and
forth over my tongue as he humped against it and pulsed out the contents of
his balls into my mouth.  Though he had fuck Meg just minutes before, it
was a decent sized offering.  It was a little watery, but tasty and sweet.

He leaned against the bench to catch his breath and I extricated myself
from my position under him.  Meg's exposed crotch was tantalizing and her
flesh was puffy and pink.  I could not help bending in for a little lick up
and down her gash.

"I think you're all clean," I announced, "Donny did a thorough job; no
chance of leakage."

Donny gallantly helped Meg down from her perch and retrieved her shorts and
shirt for her.  He held her shorts so she could step into them and then
pulled her shirt over her head.

I was still hard, but I had to let them go lest someone should start
worrying.  I gave Donny the rest of the day off after I handed him his
wages in cash.  I included the time he spent with Meg.

"Thanks, Mike!" he said.  He rushed in for a big hug.  I'm sure he felt my
hard dick press into him.  In fact, he looked down with questioning eyes,
undoubtedly ready to take care of it for me.

"You go ahead," I told him.  "Don't worry about me."  I opened the overhead
door and they were both gone in a flash.  I went back into the house.

I grabbed a bottle of water and settled into my recliner.  I barely got
through surfing around my favorite channels when the doorbell rang.  Dang!
I just don't seem to have any privacy anymore!  I reluctantly flicked the
handle on my recliner and returned to an upright position.  I went to the
door and found Barbara, Mitch's mother, there.  She looked absolutely
frazzled.

"So," she stammered, "How did it go with Mitch?  Was he good?  Did he get
all his medicine?" She stood there wringing her hands as she fired the
questions.

"Would you care to come in?" I asked in the most serene voice I could
muster.  I did a Vanna White sweep with my arm indicating that she was
invited in.  She seemed to calm down a bit and came in and stood just
inside the door.

"Thanks you," she said in a little voice.  I could tell she was boiling
just under the surface.

"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked.  "I have water, soda, or
seltzer; or maybe you would like a glass of wine?"  It seemed the tension
was broken.

"I think I'd like to take you up on that glass of wine," she said.  I had a
nice white wine chilling in the refrigerator.  I led her into the kitchen
and sat her at one of the stools at the island.  I set a glass of wine in
front of her and it was half gone in no time.  I replenished it and she
seemed to relax.

"You know, Barbara, you can be pretty intense," I observed.  I was hoping
to break the ice a little.  She chuckled.

"You don't know the half of it," she said as she took another good sized
swig.

"I can assure you, Mitch was a perfect little gentleman and he got all of
his treatments."  I didn't think t was a good idea to tell her about our
special treatments, just the prescribed ones.

"I'm so glad!" she said.  As she did, h I watched her shoulders relax and
her composure come down a few notches.  "I really don't know how to thank
you, Mike.  I just couldn't do it and you seem to be such a positive
influence on Mitch."

"You've got to let go of some of that guilt, Barbara," I admonished.  She
nodded her head as tears filled her eyes.

"It's not your fault," I said.  She struggled to look at me and acknowledge
what I said.

"It's not your fault, Barbara," I repeated.  Now the waterworks started bug
time.  I repeated it one more time, "It's not your fault."

I opened my arms and she just about jumped into them.  She sobbed on my
shoulder and I could feel her heaving bosom against my chest.  That's all I
needed!  As if I wasn't horny enough after what I had witnessed and been a
part of this afternoon.  Mr. Happy could help it; he rose to the occasion.
At First, Barbara was so into her emotional crisis that she didn't seem to
notice it.  But, as her sobbing subsided, I felt her press against me.

"Is that my fault?" she asked as she ground her hip against my bulging
shorts.

"I'm afraid so," I admitted.  "It seems I have a hair trigger these days."

"It must be lonely with your wife gone," she said.  I nodded my head,
keeping to myself the fact that I'd fucked, sucked and blown half the
neighborhood lately.  She didn't need to know that.

"Maybe there is a way I can says thanks," she revealed.  "Would you mind?"
Her hand landed on the front of my shorts and wrapped around the tumescent
rod she found there.

"I don't mind," I managed to say as she stroked my manhood.  I was
commando, so there was nothing to hide.  She sank to her knees and took my
shorts down with her descent.  She was now eye to eye with the monster.
Without a word; without any fuss, she took it into her mouth and slid it
over her tongue and halfway down her throat.

"Oh! my God!" I exclaimed.  Her practiced mouth was doing things to me I
hadn't felt in a while.  The kids were great, but this was one first class
blowjob!    I wasn't going to last long.  In fact, I felt my cum boiling up
after just a few minutes.  There was no way I was going to tell her – I
wanted to just cream in her mouth.  When I felt it coming, I just let it
go.  She knew what was happening and took it like a pro.  She savored and
swallowed every drop.  When she was sure I was all done, she stood up and
kissed me on the lips.

"Thanks, Mike!"  She straightened herself up and regained her composure as
I pulled my shorts up.  Other than a little runny mascara, she looked damn
good.

"No, thank you!" I responded.  "Maybe next time I can return the favor."

"I'll look forward to that," she said.  She headed toward the front door
and I let her out.