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This is my first effort, so any comments, criticisms, or suggestions, are appreciated. I edited the story, and this is a re-post. Thank you for reading it. If it gets a good response, I can write more chapters. there is a lot more that went on!
"The Bike Shop"
by Melsy

First, let me give you a deion of where this occurs. The bicycle shop is in an
affluent community in a suburb of Los Angeles. It is a rectangular building, with a
display area up front for new bikes and accessories. It has a repair and assembly area
in the rear, with a separate room alongside the showroom, where the new bikes are
stored in cartons, and backstock. Out in back, there is a parking lot. The parking lot is at
a higher level than the store, so it has a little set of concrete steps to come down to the
rear entrance. Also in the rear of the store, there is a chain link cage, where bikes that
were repaired, but as yet unclaimed, are kept. The cage extends slightly into the parking
lot, and has a gate that locks, and comes down next to the steps. There is a back door from
the repair area to the rear cage. There is a chain link gate next to the rear door as well.
There is also a rear door that opens onto the store, where the rest room, and display area
for cycling apparel is situated. The rest room is small, just a toilet and wash basin, and has
a little window with old style little glass panel louvers that opens to the rear of the store,
just to the side of the rear store entrance.

I am the mechanic for the store, and am nineteen years of age. I have a very pretty young
girlfriend, and live nearby in a rented studio apartment. The Store Manager is a middle
age man, and is a fairly large man, 6'2”, but in very good shape, because he often rides
his bicycle to work. I am 5'8”, and in very good shape, having been a swimmer all through
High School, and I was training hard to begin competing in bicycle races.
It all started one fine summer day. I was working all alone, because the Manager had to be
somewhere, but it was no big deal. I had worked the store alone before. I was in the back,
working on a bike, but I had a good view of the front of the store, because there were
mirrors all along the wall, which gave me a clear view of the entire store.

In walked a pretty little girl, and she walked right up to the front of the store, and began to
look around. She then turned around, came around the end of the counter, and walked
right up to me. She asked me if Frank, the Manager, was there. When I told her no, she
seemed really disappointed. She asked me my name, and I in return asked her what her
name was.
She said “Pammy. What's yours?”
I said “Steve.” She kinda looked around, then said,
“When will Frank be back?”
I told her “Tomorrow. He had to go to a meeting.”
She was looking down at her feet, kinda twisting around, pivoting one one foot. She then
said, “Well, since Frank isn't here, will you play me?”
I remembered seeing her at the store a couple of days before, and Frank had been out back
with her, but I really didn't pay any attention. I figured she was the daughter of a friend
of his, or something. Let me describe what she looked like. A small girl, slim of build,
with short blonde hair, cut with bangs, and barely falling to her shoulders. She was
wearing a pretty yellow sundress, with white ribbons as trim, and white sandals.
Blue eyes, and a slight summer tan. Pretty smile, with very white teeth, and light pink lips.
I asked her what she wanted to play. She got all excited when I asked her that.
She asked me “So you're gonna play with me then? Cool!”
I told her “Sure, but what do you want to play? I don't really have any toys here.”
She said “We can play a game, like Frank showed me. C'mon!”
She grabbed my hand, and started to lead me out back. When we got to the open gate,
she stopped. It was then that I saw the other girl, sitting on the steps. I looked at her,
and she smiled a big smile. She was very cute.
About the same age I guess, seven, with long dark hair, and a darker tan than Pammy. She
was also wearing a summer dress, white cotton, and similar white sandals to Pammy.
I said “Hello, who have we here?”
She smiled real big again, and I marveled at what a beautiful face she had.
Pretty green eyes, smooth features, and slim build. Pammy pipes up saying,
“Oh. This is my bestest friend, Rachel. Rachel, this is Steve. Say hi!”
She looks at me all shy, and says “Hi.”
As I look at her, I see that she has very lovely legs.
Pammy drops my hand, and turns to face me.
She tells me “Frank picks me up, so I can swing from the top of the gate. Lift me up!'
I see that she is talking about the steel pipes that frame the chain link fence and gate.
She looks at me, then up at the silver pipe. She lifts up her arms, in anticipation of grasping
on to the pipe. I reach with both my hands under her arms, and lift her up.
I was surprised how light she was.
She grabs on, swings back and forth just a couple of times, lifting her legs up and
out in front of her. I can see up her dress, glimpsing yellow cotton panties. She then stops
swinging, and drops down to the concrete ground.
“That's not how Frank picks me up. You have to pick me up from here!”
She reaches her hand down to her crotch, and cups her pussy.
I was thinking to myself “Wow. Frank has been playing some naughty games with this
little girl.!”
As she stands in front of me, grabbing her crotch, I look around to see if anyone is
watching. It's pretty secluded there, with thick hedges along the rear alley, obscuring the
view from the rear of the houses, and below street level, with the retaining walls of the
parking lot further blocking the view.
I, however, had a great view, with my head being able to peer over everything.
Pammy was growing impatient, and she grabs my right hand, and pushes it right onto her
little pussy!
I place my left hand on her, just below her right arm, to steady her.
I lift her again, leaving my hand on her crotch for a brief moment, and then after making
sure she is grabbing on tight, I let her go.
She begins to swing back and forth, spreading her legs wide, so I have a clear view up her
dress. My oh my! What a day this is turning out to be!

I looked over to see what Rachel thinks about all this, and was totally not prepared for what
I saw. Rachel was leaning back on the steps, with her legs apart, and I saw she was wearing
white cotton panties, with little yellow flowers on them. I could not take my eyes off her
panty covered pussy. Pammy told me to take her down. I grabbed her around the waist, and
she let go. She was now being held firmly against me, and I slowly let her slide down my
abdomen to the ground, rubbing against me the whole way. I'm sure she felt my hard cock
as she was so tight against me.

When she was safely on the ground, she looked up at me, and flashed me the biggest smile.
She turned to look at Rachel, and said “Okay, Rachel. You're turn!”
Rachel jumped up, and walked over to me. She looked up at me and smiled.
I asked her if she was ready.
She nodded her head, smiled, and spread her feet slightly apart. That was my signal that
she wanted to be picked up just like I had done with Pammy. I grasped her firmly under
her arm with my left hand, and then reached down to cup her pussy. I rubbed back and
forth a few times, getting my center of balance. She lifted her arms up, and I picked her
up. She seemed to be more solidly built than Pammy, weighing slightly more. She put
her hands on the pipe, gripping it tightly, and I let her go. She stated to swing back and
forth, but she didn't open her legs much, keeping them down.
Pammy told her “Not like that! You have to lift up your legs more, and spread them apart,
like I was!”
Rachel did just that! I could see her little white panties. Back and forth she swung,
displaying to me her little undies and pretty smooth legs. After a few more swings, she
dropped down.
I asked her if everything was okay, and she said “Sure!'
I told Pammy that I had to go check on the store for a minute. I walked in the back door,
looked to see if there were any people in there, and since it was mid-week, and in the
middle of the day, I would have been surprised to see anyone.
It was clear, so I walked back to where I was working on the bike. I see Pammy walking up
to me, and she gives me a big grin, and puts her hand right on the big tent on my crotch.
She asks me, “What's this?”
I can't believe what she is doing, but recover my senses enough to say,
“That's for me to know, and for you to find out!”
I look around again, and still nobody to interrupt what I hoped was going to happen.
She started to rub the front of my Levi's, and I told her,
“Not here, baby.”
Just then, I noticed that Rachel was standing at the back door, watching Pammy rub my
hard dick.
I had an idea. I told Pammy to follow me. She did, just like a little puppy dog. I went out
the back door, and grabbed Rachel's hand, and told her,
“You too, Rachel.”
I went over to the rear store entrance, and walked them both to the bathroom. I told them
both to wait a second. I then went into the bathroom, and adjusted the window slats
downward, so that anyone in the bathroom couldn't really see out, but anyone just outside
could peek in. I went out, took another look around, and told the girls to go in. I told them,
“Okay. If you wanna see what I have in my pants, I gotta see you both naked first, okay?”
They both started giggling, and looked at each other.
Pammy said “Ok. But where can we do it?”
I said “Right here in the bathroom. Nobody can see, it's secret. Now, you two go in, and
I want you, Pammy, to take off all Rachel's clothes, and after you get them all off, even her
sandals, then Rachel, you take off all Pammy's clothes, dress, sandals, and panties, okay?”
They both giggle again, and say okay, and go in. I tell them to lock the door, and to tell
me when they are both naked.
I then go out to the bathroom window. I can easily look in and see them.
Pammy tells Rachel to turn around, so she does, Pammy begins to unbutton her dress,
then tells Rachel to lift her up her arms, so she can take off her dress.
She eases up the dress, and soon she is standing in just her little white cotton panties,
and white sandals. Pammy turns Rachel around, and puts her thumbs in her panties,
and starts to tug them down. Rachel has one finger in her mouth, and is watching what
Pammy is doing. She pulls them all the way down, and then Rachel steps out of them.
Pammy shows her her panties, and then puts them on top of her
dress. She tells Rachel to sit on the toilet, so Rachel closes the lid, and sits down.
Pammy lifts up her right foot, and unbuckles the sandal, and takes it off. She puts it on
the floor.

She then lifts up her left foot, and takes off her other sandal. I can't really see Rachel's
pussy, because Pammy's head was blocking my view.
Pammy tells her, “Wow! You're all nudie now! Ok, my turn!”
They switch places, and now I have a perfect view of Rachel's perfect ass. Beautiful!
Pammy is already with her back to Rachel, and Rachel quickly unbuttons her dress.
She pulls it over her head, and tosses it on the floor. She bends Pammy over, and slowly
slides her little yellow panties over her smooth butt. Again, I can't see all that well,
but I know Rachel has a great view!
Pammy straightens up, and turns around. She sits down on the toilet, and lifts her feet up,
so Rachel can take off her undies. Rachel grabs them, and with a yank, strips them off her
legs, twirls them around with her finger in a leg hole, and they both giggle. She tosses
them on the floor, and they both take a minute to look at each other. I take that time to
admire them as well. Then, Pammy quickly removes Rachel's sandals.
In their nudity, they are simply spectacular!
I go around to the door, take yet another look around, and rap lightly on the door.
“Are your girl's ready yet?” I say.
“Yes,” I hear, quietly uttered.
“Unlock the door, so I can come in, Okay?”, I say.
I hear the door unlock, and it opens a crack.
I say “It's just me. Can I come in now?”
I can just see inside, and all I can see is little girl skin. I gently pull on the doorknob,
and go in.
“Wow!” I say.
I lock the door, and I tell the girls to stand next to the window, so we all have room.
I reach past the both of them, and push shut the window slats.
Then, I stand just in front of the toilet.
I say, “Well, it looks like you girls have practice taking off clothes. Would you like to
take my clothes off now? You can both do it together, okay girls?”
They both, in their nakedness, agree.
“But where should we start?”, says Rachel.
I say, “Well, maybe start by taking off my shoes and socks. That way my pants will
come off easier.”
They both giggle, and I sit down. They both each take a shoe, and untie them. They take
them off, then my socks. I tell them they are doing good, and to now undo my pants.
I stand up, and Pammy again rubs my dick through my jeans. Rachel is first to unbuckle
my belt, and Pammy takes over, unbuttoning my fly. I tell her to pull down both my pants
and underwear. I wear briefs, so they are white and tight. Tighty whiteys, I guess.
Well, she puts her little fingers in the waistband, and starts pulling them down.
Out pops my cock. They both are suddenly very quiet. I just let them look for a minute.
My cock is so hard, it is throbbing, and slightly twitching up and down. That gets
the girls laughing again. I tell them to finish the job, and take my pants all the way off.
They work with enthusiasm, quickly removing both my pants and undies. I am now mostly
nude, standing in front of two very nude young girls. I ask them who wants to be the first
to touch my cock, and Pammy just reaches out and grabs it! It is obvious to me that it is
not her first time she has had a hard dick in her hand. She starts to slowly slide her hand
up and down my very hard six inch dick. I moan my approval, and then Pammy tells her
friend to join in. Rachel timidly touches my shaft, and then Pammy lets go, so Rachel
can have a turn. She gently wraps her fingers around it, and squeezed it, feeling it out.
She then says, “It hard and soft at the same time, and it's so big!'
I tell her to gently slide her hand up and down it, like Pammy was.
She starts to do it, slowly rubbing it, going up and then down, really enjoying her new
found joy.

As she is doing this, I reach my own hand over to Pammy, and begin to gently cup her
little pussy. I slowly rub up and down, feeling the softness of her hairless pussy mound,
and I slide one finger up along her slit, stopping when I contact her little clit. I then begin
to circle my finger around it. I stop for a minute, because Rachel is getting more vigorous
in her attention to my dick. I tell her to be a little gentler, as she could hurt me. I take the
moment to get my fingers wet with my mouth, then I begin again to rub Pammy pussy.
She spreads her little bare feet apart, giving me easy access to her young twat.
I start to rub and rub, sliding my finger up and down, her slit, and rubbing in circles
around her clitty. She is loving it, and starts to go “Ooooooh.”
I tell Rachel to switch places with Pammy, so I can rub her pussy too. They swap places,
and I wet my fingers again, and I can taste the tart taste of preteen pussy on my fingers.
Mmmmmm, yummy!

Pammy latches on to my prick.
I in turn slide my fingers right up Rachel's little bald cunny.
She spreads her feet apart, and I look down to peek at her little pot of gold.
So sweet, so bald, and so clean it looked.

Pammy was having a ball, rubbing me up and down.
She looked up at me, and said, “When are you gonna squirt some sperms? My
hand is getting kinda tired.”
I told her that we need to finish playing soon, because I had to get back to work.
I told her to let go, and I would make it squirt myself. I started to yank on my dick,
faster and faster, and I told them that I was gonna shoot soon, and I was going to make
it squirt on them. They didn't really have time to respond, because I started to shoot jet
after jet of hot cum, and I aimed for their flat chests, using their little pale pink nipples as
targets, landing rope after rope on their beautiful naked bodies. They squealed in surprise,
and put their hands up in front of my dickhead, in a reactionary defensive move. I shot a
couple of more smaller jets on their hands, and by then the cum was just dribbling out of
my cum slot, oozing out over my fingers.
The girls looked at each other, mouths open wide in amazement, and pointed
at the cum on each others chest. I gazed at what they looked at, and told them I was very
proud of them. I got some toilet paper, and as I was wiping the semen off them, I told
them that we had to keep this quiet, or we couldn't play like this anymore. They both
promised to never say anything, and said that I was way more fun than Frank, even if his
wiener was bigger than mine. I knew that they had to be messing with Frank, the way
they handled cock.
I started getting dressed, and after I was dressed, I kissed them both on the lips, and then
on their beautiful bare pussies. They laughed when I did that. I told them to get their
clothes on, and come out after they were dressed. When they came out of the bathroom,
I was already at my bike stand, working on a bike. They both came over, and they both
were fairly glowing with excitement. I told them that they could come back any time, but
they couldn't tell their moms that they were ever at the bike shop, and that they couldn't
ever bring anyone else here to play. I told them if they were good, I would show them
more things that were more fun, and made them feel even better. They agreed to my
rules, and I told them to go for now, because I had to finish my work. I also told them I
loved them both, and would never hurt them. They both gave me a hug, and then skipped
right out the door! I could feel the remnants of my orgasm leaking out of my cock, and
getting my undies wet. I went to the bathroom, folded up some toilet paper, and tucked
it in my underwear, covering my dickhead, so it wouldn't soak through my pants. I just
couldn't wait to play with my two gorgeous new little girlfriends again!


2012-08-08 01:06:18
I appreciate the criticisms. Thank you. I mentioned this was a re-posting. That would mean it's the same story. Don't waste your own time re-reading it then!
As far as the spacing goes, I'm glad you think it's an improvement. I also utilized nounage, adverbage, predicatage, and other forms of age. I suggest you may just want to read the verbage in quotation marks. I will try to make things easier for the reader, but I still reserve artist license to format, structure, space, edit, and spell as I choose. Grammar Nazi's can pipe in anytime they want. I am mostly concerned with content, not form. You may want to comment on that.

anonymous readerReport

2012-08-07 23:18:43
This is your SECOND posting of the very same story! Don't re-post the same story, write the next chapter instead of wasting our time.

anonymous readerReport

2012-08-07 19:37:20

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