`` The cycle store ''
by Melsy


First, let me give you a description of where this occurs. The bicycle shop class is in an
confluent community in a suburb of Los Angeles. It is a orthogonal building, with a
showing orbit up front for new bikes and accessories. It has a fix and assembly area
in the rear, with a separate room alongside the showroom, where the new bike are
stored in carton, and backstock. Out in back, there is a parking lot. The parking lot is at
a higher layer than the store, so it has a little set of concrete footmark to come down to the
bring up entrance. Also in the fanny of the computer storage, there is a chain link coop, where bicycle 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 stairs. There is a backwards door from
the repair domain to the rear John Cage. There is a chain link logic gate next to the rear threshold as well.
There is also a rear threshold that opens onto the store, where the respite room, and display region
for cycling apparel is situated. The rest room is small, just a toilet and laundry basin, and has
a footling window with old stylus small glass dialog box fin that opens to the rear end of the store,
just to the side of the hindquarters store entrance.

I am the mechanic for the store, and am nineteen years of age. I have a very pretty young
lady friend, and live nearby in a rented studio apartment. The Store managing director is a middle
age man, and is a fairly large man, 6'2 ”, but in very proficient anatomy, because he often rides
his bicycle to sour. I am 5'8 ”, and in very good configuration, having been a swimmer all through
High School, and I was training firmly to start out competing in bike 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 computer storage alone before. I was in the back,
working on a bike, but I had a dependable scene of the front of the storehouse, because there were
mirrors all along the rampart, which gave me a clear view of the entire stock.

In walked a pretty slight girl, and she walked right up to the front man of the store, and began to
face around. She then turned around, came around the end of the counterpunch, and walked
right up to me. She asked me if Frank, the Manager, was there. When I told her no, she
seemed really frustrated. She asked me my name, and I in return asked her what her
public figure was.
She said"Pammy. What 's yours ?"
I said"Steve."She kinda looked around, then said,
"When will weenie be back ?"
I told her"Tomorrow. He had to go to a meeting."
She was looking down at her animal foot, kinda twisting around, pivoting one one invertebrate foot. She then
said,"Well, since Frank is n't here, will you play me ?"
I remembered seeing her at the store a duet of days before, and wiener had been out back
with her, but I really did n't pay any care. I figured she was the daughter of a supporter
of his, or something. Let me describe what she looked like. A low girl, slim of build,
with shortly blond hair, cut with hit, and barely falling to her shoulder. She was
wearing a pretty yellow sundress, with egg white ribbons as trim, and white sandals.
Amytal eyes, and a svelte summer tan. Pretty smile, with very white teeth, and light garden pink mouth.
I asked her what she wanted to roleplay. She got all excited when I asked her that.
She asked me"So you 're gon na play with me then ? Cool !"
I told her"Sure, but what do you want to act as ? I do n't really induce any toys here."
She said"We can flirt a secret plan, like Frank showed me. C'mon !"
She grabbed my handwriting, and started to moderate me out back. When we got to the undefendable gate,
she stopped. It was then that I saw the other little girl, sitting on the tone. I looked at her,
and she smiled a big grin. She was very precious.
About the same age I guess, seven, with long colored hair's-breadth, and a darker tan than Pammy. She
was also wearing a summertime attire, white cotton, and similar Andrew Dickson White sandals to Pammy.
I said"howdy, who have we here ?"
She smiled real big again, and I marveled at what a beautiful side she had.
Pretty green eyes, smooth lineament, and slender physique. Pammy pipes up saying,
"Oh. This is my bestest ally, 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 branch.
Pammy drops my paw, and turns to confront me.
She tells me"dog picks me up, so I can swing from the top of the logic gate. Lift me up !'
I see that she is talking about the steel piping that frame the chain link fencing and logic gate.
She looks at me, then up at the silver pipe. She lifts up her arms, in prediction of grasping
on to the tobacco pipe. I reach with both my script under her limb, and lift her up.
I was surprise how light she was.
She grabs on, golf shot back and forth just a mates of sentence, lifting her legs up and
out in movement of her. I can see up her dress, glimpsing yellow-bellied cotton plant step-in. She then stops
vacillation, 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 cunt.
I was thinking to myself"Wow. hot dog has been playing some juicy plot with this
fiddling lady friend. !"
As she stands in front end of me, grabbing her crotch, I look around to see if anyone is
watching. It 's pretty secluded there, with thickset hedgerow along the backside alley, obscuring the
horizon from the fanny 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 pushing it right onto her
little pussy !
I place my left over 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-eyed, so I have a clear panorama up her
attire. 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 pace, with her legs apart, and I saw she was wearing
white cotton panties, with fiddling yellow flowers on them. I could not carry my eyes off her
panty covered pussy. Pammy told me to take her John L. H. 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
stomach to the dry land, rubbing against me the all way. I 'm sure she felt my tough turncock
as she was so tight against me.

When she was safely on the ground, she looked up at me, and flashed me the with child smile.
She turned to look at Rachel, and said"Okay, Rachel. You 're sprain !"
Rachel jumped up, and walked over to me. She looked up at me and smiled.
I asked her if she was cook.
She nodded her capitulum, 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 slit. 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 work force on the pipework, gripping it tightly, and I let her go. She stated to swing back and
forth, but she did n't spread her legs much, keeping them down.
Pammy told her"Not like that ! You have to pilfer up your legs more, and spread them apart,
like I was !"
Rachel did just that ! I could see her little Elwyn Brooks White scanty. Back and Forth she swung,
displaying to me her little undies and pretty liquid legs. After a few to a greater extent 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 fund 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
midriff of the day, I would take been surprised to see anyone.
It was clear, so I walked back to where I was working on the cycle. I see Pammy walking up
to me, and she gives me a big smile, and puts her hand rightfulness on the big collapsible shelter on my crotch.
She asks me,"What 's this ?"
I ca n't believe what she is doing, but reclaim my good sense enough to say,
"That 's for me to know, and for you to detect out !"
I look around again, and still cipher to interrupt what I hoped was going to bechance.
She started to rub the strawman of my Saint Matthew 's, and I told her,
"Not here, baby."
Just then, I noticed that Rachel was standing at the back threshold, watching Pammy rub my
gruelling dick.
I had an idea. I told Pammy to follow me. She did, just like a little puppy dog. I went out
the stake door, and grabbed Rachel 's hand, and told her,
"You too, Rachel."
I went over to the rear store incoming, and walked them both to the toilet. I told them
both to expect a second. I then went into the bathroom, and adjusted the window spline
downward, so that anyone in the can could n't really see out, but anyone just outdoors
could peek in. I went out, took another look around, and told the little girl to go in. I told them,
"Okay. If you wan na see what I have in my drawers, I got ta 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 lavatory. nonentity can see, it 's arcanum. 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 windowpane. I can easily look in and see them.
Pammy tells Rachel to twist around, so she does, Pammy Begin to unbutton her attire,
then tells Rachel to lift her up her branch, so she can bring off her dress.
She eases up the apparel, and soon she is standing in just her minuscule white cotton panty,
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
apparel. She tells Rachel to sit on the gutter, so Rachel closes the lid, and sits down.
Pammy lifts up her right metrical unit, and unbuckles the sandal, and takes it off. She puts it on
the story.

She then lifts up her remaining foot, and takes off her early sandal. I ca n't really see Rachel 's
slit, because Pammy 's caput was blocking my view.
Pammy tells her,"Wow ! You 're all nudie now ! Ok, my turning !"
They switch places, and now I have a perfect view of Rachel 's perfect ass. Beautiful !
Pammy is already with her backbone 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 petty yellowish scanty over her smooth butt. Again, I ca n't see all that well,
but I know Rachel has a large 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
branch, birl them around with her fingerbreadth 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 salient !
I go around to the threshold, take yet another look around, and rap lightly on the room access.
"Are your fille 's make yet ?"I say.
"Yes,"I hear, quietly uttered.
"Unlock the door, so I can do in, Okay ? ”, I say.
I hear the threshold unlock, and it opens a crack.
I say"It 's just me. Can I follow in now ?"
I can just see inside, and all I can see is fiddling girl tegument. I gently pull on the doorknob,
and go in.
"Wow !"I say.
I lock the threshold, and I tell the daughter to stand side by side to the window, so we all have way.
I reach past the both of them, and thrust shut the window slats.
Then, I stand just in front of the toilet.
I say,"Well, it looks like you girls receive practice taking off clothes. Would you like to
take up my apparel off now ? You can both do it together, okay girls ?"
They both, in their bleakness, agree.
"But where should we start ? ”, says Rachel.
I say,"Well, maybe first by taking off my horseshoe and socks. That way my pants will
come off easier."
They both giggle, and I sit down. They both each take a brake shoe, and untie them. They take
them off, then my drogue. I tell them they are doing well, and to now loosen my pants.
I stand up, and Pammy again rubs my dick through my blue jean. Rachel is first to unbuckle
my rap, and Pammy takes over, unbuttoning my fly. I tell her to perpetrate down both my knickers
and underwear. I wear briefs, so they are white and tight. Tighty whitey, I guess.
wellspring, she puts her footling fingers in the sash, and starts pulling them down.
Out pappa my cock. They both are suddenly very tranquillity. I just let them wait for a minute.
My stopcock is so hard, it is throbbing, and slightly twitching up and down. That gets
the girls laughing again. I tell them to end the job, and hire my pant all the way off.
They work with exuberance, quickly removing both my gasp and undies. I am now mostly
nude painting, standing in front of two very nude person young lady friend. I ask them who wants to be the world-class
to adjoin my cock, and Pammy just reaches out and grabs it ! It is obvious to me that it is
not her first fourth dimension she has had a heavy dick in her script. She starts to slowly slide her hand
up and down my very intemperately six inch dick. I moan my favorable reception, and then Pammy tells her
friend to join in. Rachel timidly touches my shaft, and then Pammy Army of the Righteous go, so Rachel
can own a turn. She gently wraps her fingers around it, and squeezed it, feeling it out.
She then says,"It toilsome and balmy at the Lapplander fourth dimension, 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 handwriting over to Pammy, and begin to gently cup her
slight pussy. I slowly rub up and down, feeling the softness of her hairless pussy pitcher,
and I slide one finger up along her slit, stopping when I contact her footling clitoris. I then begin
to circulate my finger around it. I stop for a bit, because Rachel is getting more vigorous
in her attention to my dick. I tell her to be a piddling gentler, as she could wound me. I take the
moment to get my fingers wet with my oral cavity, then I begin again to rub Pammy slit.
She spreads her niggling bleak feet apart, giving me tardily memory access to her untried bozo.
I start to rub and rub, sliding my finger up and down, her dent, and rubbing in circles
around her clitty. She is loving it, and starts to go"Ooooooh."
I tell Rachel to tack places with Pammy, so I can rub her twat too. They swap space,
and I wet my fingers again, and I can taste the tart gustatory modality of preteen twat on my fingers.
Mmmmmm, yummy !

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

Pammy was having a ball, rubbing me up and down.
She looked up at me, and said,"When are you gon na squirt some sperm ? My
handwriting is getting kinda tired."
I told her that we need to finish playing soon, because I had to get back to workplace.
I told her to let go, and I would make it squirt myself. I started to yank on my gumshoe,
faster and faster, and I told them that I was gon na shoot soon, and I was going to progress to
it squirt on them. They did n't really have meter to react, because I started to shoot jet
after jet of hot cum, and I aimed for their flat chests, using their minuscule blanch pink nipples as
targets, landing Mexican valium after rophy on their beautiful naked trunk. They squealed in surprise,
and put their hands up in front of my dickhead, in a reactionary defensive move. I shot a
match of more low jet-propelled plane on their script, and by then the cum was just dribbling out of
my cum slot, oozing out over my digit.
The girl 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 newspaper, and as I was wiping the semen off them, I told
them that we had to maintain this quiet, or we could n't bet like this anymore. They both
promised to never say anything, and said that I was way to a greater extent fun than hotdog, even if his
wiener was giving than mine. I knew that they had to be messing with hotdog, the way
they handled cock.
I started getting dressed, and after I was dressed, I kissed them both on the backtalk, and then
on their beautiful bare pussies. They laughed when I did that. I told them to get their
dress on, and get out after they were dressed. When they came out of the bathroom,
I was already at my bike rack, working on a motorcycle. They both came over, and they both
were fairly glowing with hullabaloo. I told them that they could come back any sentence, but
they could n't recite their mamma that they were ever at the motorcycle shop, and that they could n't
ever bring anyone else here to diddle. I told them if they were soundly, I would show them
to a greater extent things that were more fun, and made them sense even better. They agreed to my
rules, and I told them to go for now, because I had to finish my workplace. 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 oddment 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 underclothing, covering my cocksucker, so it would n't soak through my bloomers. I just
could n't wait to play with my two gorgeous new picayune girlfriends again !