Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2015 06:50:24 -0500
From: user459@mail.com
Subject: Meg's Bike 31

Ok, I give up!  I got so many responses and requests to continue that I
added another chapter.  I guess I'll keep going until I run out of ideas.
Thanks for your encouragement and positive comments.

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Things settled into a fairly predictable routine for a few weeks after
that.  Sure, Mitch showed up every day after school for his injections,
ointment application, and semen feeding.  It seemed to be doing him some
good, judging from the increases in his height and weight measurements over
a few weeks.  I'd have to say he was coming along nicely.  Whether it was
the shots or the regular swallowing of semen, I couldn't prove.  I hadn't
had the opportunity to reciprocate for Barbara's excellent blowjob, but it
was probably best to let things settle down for a while.

Donny showed up regularly and routinely.  He did a great job of keeping the
shop clean and had taken increasing interest in bike repair.  I let him
assist me whenever possible and even trusted him with a few jobs on his
own.  Our contact rarely got sexual these days, but I admit I liked to give
him a playful and welcome pat on the butt.

Tyler and Susan showed up at least once a week to use my place for their
activities, unless Susan was on the rag.  On those occasions, either Donny
or I would take him into the house and relieve his burdens.  I was secretly
waiting for another go at it with Susan myself, though I often would sneak
in and watch when she and Tyler got it on.

On one particular day, I left Donny in the shop and took Mitch into the
house.  We retreated to the bedroom with the mini fridge that held his
medication and I prepared the two hypodermic needles while he got fully
undressed.  The shots were quickly administered and I was halfway through
his rubdown with the testosterone cream when my cell phone tweedled that I
had a text message.  It was Donny saying that I had a visitor in the shop.
I told him to tell them to wait and asked him to come into the house and
help me finish up with Mitch.  They knew each other from coming in contact
here and in the neighborhood, but, as far as I knew, had never had the kind
of contact I was going to ask of them.

"Mitch," I said, "I have to meet with someone in the shop for a few
minutes.  Would you mind if Donny finished up your normal treatment?"  He
looked at me quizzically.

"Does that mean I get to swallow some of his stuff this time?" he asked.

"Is that all right with you?" I asked.  He shrugged his shoulders and then
nodded his head.

"Yeah," he replied, "I'd kinda like to see what it's like to suck on
someone smaller than you and Tyler."

By that time, Donny had made his way from the garage and knocked softly on
the door.  I stepped out into the hall with him to discuss the protocol.

"Would you mind if he sucked you off?" I asked.  Donny almost choked and
giggled at the same time.  "I told him that swallowing cum will speed his
development, so he usually gets a dose of mine.  I'd appreciate you subbing
for me."

"Sure, no problem," he said.  I could already see that it was no problem;
his shorts were starting to tent out.

"Just don't let it go any further than mutual blowjobs, OK?"  I
instructed.  Knowing Donny's tendencies toward anal sex, I didn't want to
scare the boy off.  "And leave your clothes right here in the hall before
you go in.  He's already naked."  Donny's clothes flew through the air and
he stood before the door bare and ready.  I opened the door and let him in.

"Hi Donny," Mitch warmly greeted him, all the while looking straight into
his crotch.  I'm sure the two of them would have no trouble getting better
acquainted.

"When you two are finished, get dressed and get where you are supposed to
be, OK?"  They both agreed and seemed to know the drill.

 I closed the door and went to see who was waiting for me in the garage.  I
was surprised to see little Laura there and she almost knocked me down when
she ran and hugged me around the waist.  It made me wonder if these kids
got any love and attention at home.

"What a surprise!" I exclaimed.  I picked her up and held her to my chest.
She was so light and small!  Still, when I cupped her little cheeks, I
could feel that she had no panties on under her dress.

"I like it when you do that!" she said as she wiggled and giggled in my
hands.

"What else would you like today?" I asked.

"I kinda want you to lick my pussy she said in a whisper.  "Will you?"

"Sure, your pussy is always welcome here!" I told her.  "But, only of
you'll promise me you'll come over after school tomorrow and do whatever I
ask you to do.  Will you do that?  I promise you'll like it."

"OK," she said.  "I'd do almost anything to get my pussy licked until I get
that funny feeling today."

"Then it's a deal; I'll lick it until you get your good feeling, then
you'll come tomorrow for a surprise, OK?"  She nodded her head and slipped
her dress over her head as she walked to the bench.  Donny had already
taken the liberty to shut the garage door, so I was clear to begin my
work.  I lifted her up to the bench and she spread her legs, revealing her
pink, smooth, pubic mound and slit.

"Mike," she pleaded, "Can you make it quick?  I have a piano lesson I have
to go to.  I didn't want to sit on the piano bench with an itchy pussy."

"I understand," I said.  I went right at it.  She barely had enough time to
get moist down there, so it was up to my tongue and my saliva to get it
nice and wet.  I took several swipes from top to bottom, pushing saliva in
the gash with my tongue as her lips spread apart for me.  I laid the flat
of my tongue against her clitoris and rubbed it back and forth.  That
started the flow going and she moaned in appreciation.  Now she was getting
moist.  I slipped on finger, then two, into her moistened tunnel while I
kept up the assault on her love button.  I alternated between broad swipes
of my tongue and twiddling it with just the tip of my tongue.  Both
elicited the desired response.  Her hips rose off the towel and pushed her
pubic mound hard into my face.  Her hands were propping her up from behind
or she would have been pulling my head into her crotch.

I drove my fingers up as far as I could and twisted them around inside
her.  That, and the tongue assault on her clit, drove her to the edge.  She
wanted it fast, so she was going to get it fast!  I strummed her clit with
my tongue and her hips went into involuntary overdrive.  The sounds she was
making were genuine, not like the fake moaning and yelps from a cheesy porn
flick, but deep, guttural moans accompanied by heavy intakes and
exhalations of breath.  I knew she was close.  I was hard, of course, but
chose not to stimulate myself in any way.  This was all about Laura.

I felt her tense up and her legs closed around my head.  Her moans turned
into whimpers and her hip thrusts turned into shudders and quakes.  She
took one last gulp of air and vibrated like crazy.  I knew she was there.
As I pulled my fingers back from their confinement, fluid seeped from her
opening.  She had indeed cum.

I lifted my head from her crotch and backed away from the bench.  What a
wonderful sight!  Her lithe naked body on full display, her ragged
breathing, and her eyes closed.  I picked up my camera and took as many
shots as I could before her eyes opened.  I adjusted the zoom to get both
wide angle and close-up shots.  As I raised and maneuvered the camera to
take the pictures, I could smell her scent on my fingers.  In fact, it
seemed to fil the room.  It was not the strong, tangy scent of a mature
woman's snatch, but the delicate, sweet aroma of a young pussy's
secretions.  How wonderful!

Her eyes fluttered open and she got down from the bench on her own.  I
pulled a paper shop towel off the roll and wiped between her legs, from
back to front, so she wouldn't leave a tell-tale slime trail on her bike or
her clothes.  She pulled her dress over her head, gave me a hug and a kiss.

Donny had shut the garage door, so I hit the opener and Laura quickly
jumped on her bike and rode to her piano lesson appointment.  Wow!  That
was all so quick!  I closed the door again and decided to go in and check
on Donny and Mitch.