Chapter 266: Is This Life?

What the heck is it about people wanting to know if Celia or her sister were putting out.

“I have no idea. Celia’s only twelve, and I don’t even think about having sex with middle school girls anymore. I’m pretty sure I probably did when I was in middle school,” I told the mother of Celia’s best friend, who so happened to be a boy. “As far as I know, the kids are treating her like a leper because she did some dumb human trick to impress some kids. She did say some boy came over to see if he could get some, but never pulled his pecker out of his pants before he went off. It was very nice of you to send your son over to stay with her. She needs a friend right now more than she needs to see if she is ready to have sex with a boy.”

She hugged me and then said, “So this mythical all-around good guy, who is only sixteen, with impeccable discretion, does exist. Glad to meet you, David. The women at the salon won’t be the least bit surprised when I tell them what you did for Celia and her siblings. The word is that if that new boy hadn’t started at school last year, then you would have girls lined up to get you into them. I hear that this new boy has these amazing dates with any girl who wants to go out with him, but he won’t get to even feel them up. It doesn’t matter if they are both completely naked at the time.”

“Sounds like I’m not the only teenaged boy in town that can keep himself in check,” I said as I headed to my car to head home.

At least he can keep himself in check with teenage girls. Teenaged boys are a whole different ballgame. How long until the girls figure out that he is in the closet?

My training with Gina lasted about a week before pairing me up with one of the guys. A week after that, I was with another of the women. That was when I found out that I was pushing my bike too hard. I had become the mule for the girl training me. I never noticed the added weight from carrying the deliveries along her route or those we picked up along the way, versus doing that after the morning delivery runs. We were heading up a hill, and I think the boss was testing me to see if I had the stamina to carry a sixty-pound delivery, which would regularly go by vehicle, to the far side of town from the shop. I had no problems and didn’t even break a sweat, which I sometimes had to do to keep up appearances. I know that Lena took me on a route that had the steepest hill. She had no problems flying with it since she didn’t weigh over a hundred pounds, and her bike barely weighted fifteen. I broke something between the petals inside the frame.

I had to put my feet down to keep from sliding back down the hill.

“Well, shit,” I exclaimed. “I thought I got a bike built strong enough that I wouldn’t break it. Guess not. I will just carry my bike and run the rest of the way. Then I will carry it over to the bike shop. It isn’t far from here.”

You go ahead and give me that odd look Lena.

Lena didn’t know that I could tell she was having her period, that it was a bad one, and she was ecstatic that I was training with her this week because she couldn’t do as many runs otherwise. I didn’t show off, but I had no problem setting a pace that had Lena riding without causing her to have bad cramps. My body hadn’t needed the place in my head to give my muscles energy, but I did start to sweat.

Does the place in my head have me sweating, or does my body just need to do it?

When we got to the location for the delivery, I asked what was in the box, if they wanted to tell me.

“Eight-hundred seventy-five Troy ounces of Osmium, worth around three-hundred fifty-thousand dollars. A material twice as dense as lead,” the man told us before closing his door.

Lena told me, as we went out to where our bikes were chained up, “That is a heck of a lot of money for such a small-sized, but a heavy package. I could live like a queen for at least five years. I’ll let the boss know about your bike. It happens to all of us, so don’t sweat it. We already finished as many runs before lunch than I can normally do in a day. I’m too skinny to carry anywhere near as much as you do at one time.”

Sue was happy to see me when I came into the bike shop, her father not so much.

“Something inside the bike broke before the pedals fell out of each side when I was going up a hill. I didn’t think I was pushing on them that hard,” I told the bike store owner.

“According to the manufacturer, the back sprocket or a pedal would break off long before you could break the crankset. I don’t have any cranksets for it in stock, but I can have my bike mechanic rob one out of a new bike when he gets back from lunch in about half of an hour. It shouldn’t take him very long to swap them out. If you have the time to hang out here, Sue just finished making one of her big batches of food that she uses to make us healthy meals we can pull from the freeze and toss in the microwave. She is a great cook. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind feeding you since you are at least giving up your lunch break to have your bike repaired,” the owner told me.

Sue was more than happy to have me eat her out for lunch before feeding me some real food while she had a cum shake.

I have to say that she is a damn good cook, or at least can prepare one excellent meatball sub. I haven’t had a drop of sauce fall on her anywhere as I fucked her while eating.

I didn’t have any problems eating as she rode me while I sat in a chair at her kitchen table. I was doing her from behind, much to her delight, when her dad came in. She was facing the door, so he had no way not to see her face right as she went into another of her long, grinning from ear to ear, eyes closed orgasms. I knew exactly how she looked since that was what happened from when she rode me earlier. Sue only opened her eyes when I finally came inside her. We weren’t fucking at anywhere near the pace she had when riding me. We had a slow, after a big lunch, fuck. Her dad stood there, watching my dick sliding in and out of his daughter’s soaked pussy as she went from orgasm to orgasm until I let her knew I was getting close.

Now I see why people prefer to have frosted, or at least textured, glass in areas where someone might happen to walk up with a crotch-eye view.

He hurried back toward the shop but looked around as Sue let out a long moan as we came together, and then I let my slimy, rock hard, dick slip out of her. I saw him looking through the door as he closed it, right as a river of juices drained from her pussy right after the head of my dick slipped out. The only thing we did quickly was shower and redress.

“If there is a God, I hope that he, or she, makes my dad see that he can go enjoy having sex with the woman that has been coming here a few times to week to talk to him about bikes, and hinting that he should let her ride him,” Sue told me. “He doesn’t know that the woman and I hang out a few days a week. She is amazing, and I could do so much worse for a stepmother. Can you believe that at twenty-seven that she is still a virgin and has been waiting on him to make her a woman since she was eleven? The way my crazy mom told me the story, she and dad were driving home from church one day when she was still pregnant with me. Maurine was here on a family trip, and she had gone out riding her bike around town but got way far away from her family. After a while, she finally found the part of town where they were staying and started riding down the steep hill toward that part of town. It was nothing she hadn’t done at home hundreds of times, and she wasn’t scared. Of course, that was on the well-paved familiar roads at home. Back then, that part of town was mostly under construction, and the roads sucked. Dad guessed that Maurine had hit a chunk of rock or pothole when she was going around twenty to twenty-five miles an hour down that steep hill. It was a long, bumpy bounce and rolling down the rest of the hill after she flew off her bike. She looked bad.”

Her dad came in to say, “Bad doesn’t even describe the shape she was in Sue. She was a bloody, beaten up, effectively naked, little girl with deep cuts and broken bones. Her face didn’t end up with any scars, but it swelled up so badly that she couldn’t open her mouth enough to talk to us. Your mom did the best thing for everyone concerned. She went to church to pray for Maurine’s life and left me to care for the poor broken little girl. Maurine was in so much pain that the trip to the hospital was too far away to risk that she might have some serious internal bleeding. I carefully undressed the girl to clean her up from head to toe. Anywhere that she might have broken something, I put on makeshift splints to at least hold the bones in place until I could take her to the hospital. Your mom again did something surprising, for your mom anyway. She told a doctor at the church about what happened to the little girl. They rushed back here for him to check on Maurine. Your mom nearly lost her mind when she saw that Maurine wasn’t quite the little girl she looked when I picked her up off the road to bring her to our home. I found out months later that Maurine was four months shy of becoming a woman when the doctor finally allowed her to travel home. Your mom went back to church to pray for my soul because I saw the intimate places of another woman, in our home, on our marriage bed.”

“I’m so sorry your mom turned out to be over the rainbow, toys in the attic, crazy. Your father is the nicest person I’ve ever met in my entire life. That day I was scared, unable to talk, and I couldn’t write a thing because I broke both arms and wrists at some point as I bounced down the hill. He never once flinched at touching me between the legs or putting his is hands on my breasts as he assisted the doctor in holding my body how the doctor needed to put the casts on my arms and legs. If I hadn’t been in so much pain, I know I would have climaxed so many times from feeling his warm, strong hands pushing down between my legs to move things out of the way for the doctor to suture some deep cuts that just, fortunately, missed my major blood vessels in my crotch,” the woman I guessed was Maurine said. “The police located my family sometime the next day. The doctor said I must remain immobile for at least two weeks, but if possible, four would be a minimum to ensure I didn’t have any permanent disabilities from the accident. There were many places on my arms and legs where I needed sutures from the deep cuts and scrapes. He did some sort of Frankenstein casts with splints that let him keep large areas open, where he stitched me up, and still immobilize the bones the best possible way he could since they needed to heal. The last of the sutures came out a little over a week later, and I finally had my body x-rayed from head to toe. Instead of admitting me to the hospital, I came back here, where the doctor let the incisions heal for two more weeks. He then came to cut off all the casts and put on new ones that let me at least go to the bathroom by myself and do a pretty good job wiping my butt. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t finally go home. Why did I stay here for the entire summer? No one ever told me.”

Sue’s father told us, “Because your parents didn’t want you to know that the main reason that they came here was to look for work. The company where they worked went bankrupt, and they lost their jobs along with thousands of others just like them. They had to sell your house and pretty much everything they owned of value to look for jobs and to feed the three of you. When I found out what happened, I offered to take you in until they found new jobs or you completely healed so you could continue traveling with them. The doctor was a wonderful man who told the church about your situation, and the congregation came together to ensure there was no cost to your family and that your care didn’t burden our family, at least financially. I could never tell you until now, but if not for you, my wife wouldn’t have conceived, and I fear I would have committed suicide if my wife hadn’t left me. So afraid of losing me to your youthful, still developing body, we had sex each time I finished helping you do anything, even if it was to take your temperature or give you a drink of water. Not being able to leave you here alone, and since you had no clothes you could wear to church with all the casts, she began having prayer sessions and Bible studies here at the house almost around the clock. But let me tell you, she must have had some sort of radar to know when I came into your room, even if it was just to stick my head in the door to see if you needed anything. No matter what my wife had going on at the time, she bent over the nearest thing she could find, with her panties around one ankle and dress flipped up above her waist, pulling me into her.”

TMI!

“So why did you choose today to finally decide to take me into your bed to make a woman?” Maurine asked.

Without even asking her, Sue’s dad pulled down Sue’s shorts and panties before pointing to the semen running out from Sue’s pussy and the blob of it on the pad in her panties.

He then proceeded to strip Maurine and then himself right there in front of Sue and me.

Not bad. Around eight inches long and at least an inch more in circumference than mine.

“Today, I saw the look of pure, unrestrained, nothing could be wrong in the world at that moment, look on my daughter’s face as David had sex with her longer than in any porno, without the producers having to loop the video dozens of times. During the entire time of my marriage, my wife never once showed any signs of anything other than acceptance, and later disgust, when we had sex. Pornography only showed faked facial expressions and reactions. I never wanted to see your face contorted in disgust or acceptance because when we made love, as if it was your duty, or felt you must do so to let you stay with me. My wife never had a clue, but I knew that each time I bathed you, or cleaned your butt up, that you got wet. I knew that you needed relief, but the best I could do was a cold washcloth. I didn’t want to see you give me a disgusted look because I did for you what you couldn’t do yourself,” he told Maurine.

To Sue and me, he said, “David, your bike is repaired, and I called my sales rep to tell him that it broke after only a few weeks of use by a messenger. Sue, your turn to try to keep from slipping off somewhere to get off while I do my best to see if I can get Maurine the look on her face that David put on yours so many times. No peeking. I’m not about to have sex with my daughter, and you’re not going down on your future stepmother.”