Edward Estlin Cummings, Camellia State, summer of 2011

I always wondered why. Why would my parents want to motivate all the way out here ? Why the hell did I have to forget MY booster because they wanted out of the economic crises in Michigan ? And why the piece of tail was it so intemperately to adjust to rural area life ? I was always a nation boy at heart, but I guess what made it so hard was the lack of cadre towboat, cyberspace and my bike. I was 16, yes, but had already obtained my biker's permission and a Suzuki chopper. Unfortunately, it had to be left behind. However, that was about to exchange with the introduction of a few new families into our"neighborhood ”.

The first family was a younger couple, not to a greater extent than 25 in age, with almost no money and had inherited their father's farm. The next sept in came about 2 weeks later, both an onetime match, maybe retired, who just wanted a nice, long, peaceful end to their long, work-filled life-time. It was the live family that caught my eye, however. Or rather, it was the dainty picayune chopper they carried on a trailer behind them. MY Suzuki ! I can't believe it had made its way down here with that family ! I was going to love them forever. All that was left was getting the bike back… and maybe, just maybe, getting my script on the cute little whoreson in the backward keister of the truck.

She seemed the country eccentric, looked almost 17 ( I later learned she was not yet 13 ), had the most beautiful greenish eyes and flaxen brownness hair ever. I pretended not to remark as she stepped out of the motortruck and her little blue jean short-skirt slipped up enough for me to see the pinko mound between her legs. She was a shorty, not quite 4'11 ”, while I was standing tall at almost 6'1 ”. Those fairly piddling budding titmouse she had going were REALLY cunning as fuck, as they poke through the framework of the White tanktop she wore under her flannel overshirt. I just loved the way she wiggled her ass as she stepped down from the bck of her daddy's truck. Damn, this was going to be a keen summer.

Over the future few weeks, I managed to dig up the title and insurance paper to my motorcycle, and they were unforced enough to give it back anyways, as there really"was no place to put it ”. Their daughter ( her name was Mikayla Morrison ) was willing enough to show me around, as she'd been to this townspeople before to confab her grandparents. I couldn't say no, I really didn't want to anyways, so we hopped on the bike, waved goodbye to her parents, and took off for a dainty ride around the backwoods.

We stopped somewhere along the way, out on Sawyer Lake off of County road 69 ( no pun intended, this was where EVERYONE went to fuck ). She had suggested it to me while we were riding, as it was a primary hangout for all the fry around there. So, we stopped, decided to go for a swim, and where it went from there… well, let me explain.

"So, this is sawyer Lake. It's nice,"I said. I was too blasted meddling checking out the scenery to even poster that Mikayla was checking me out. She says quietly, shyly,"You're really cute, you know. Why ain't you got no girlfriend ?"Wow, never expected THAT subject to pop up. I kind of turned away before I tried to explain it to her."My parents were never stable. They were always moving around, always a new place, always nomadic. It came with the job, I guess…"Mikayla realized I had a troubled tone on my face and moved in close as she asked me,"What job would that be ?"I knew it, I thought to myself, it always starts like this. They find out who I really am, who my parents were, and they hate me for it."You can recite me, Mitch. It's OK. You've always got a supporter here. Hell, if you knew half the Irish bull I did, if you got all filled up with my enigma, you'd go straight insane. C'mon, don't be afraid."wellspring, here goes."I was basically emotionally abandoned. The people you met today, those aren't my substantial parents. They took me in when I was 9, took care of me. My literal parents died when their methamphetamine hydrochloride lab exploded."I proceeded to lift my shirt to prove her where the meth had hit my face, had almost burned my left kidney. I'd survived, but I'd be scarred for lifetime."Oh… my god… I'm… I'm so no-count. I just… I thought it might've been totally different. What you told me, I mean. I thought you'd say something like your parents were business people, never stayed in one place. I just didn't think…"

I stopped her there, and just about scare myself to death with HOW. I don't know why, but all I could retrieve of doing to hold back her lallation was to tip in close and osculation her. She didn't really shy away, but I felt as if maybe she didn't want it. I pulled away as soon as I came to clutch with myself."I'm sorry, I… I didn't mean to… I mean…"And that's pretty much all I got out before she locked it back up. Her glossa swirled around mine, her teeth bit my bottom lip, her breathe filled my lungs with overbold new air. It was like making out with an holy person. It was amazing, and she actually wanted it. We broke off after a few minute of playing tonsil-hockey, but what she said after stunned the FUCK right out of me, or so I thought."Don't… you… EVER, EVER leave me. I want to be the one to make you glad, the one you can come to with all of your trouble. I want to be the one that falls asleep in your branch, the berm for you to cry on. And you can't say no, because you want this as much as I do."And she was right, I couldn't say no. It was like I was absorbed to her, unable to deny the fact that she loved me, understood me, made me find all unspoiled inside, and was quite possibly THE C. H. Best physiognomy I've ever had. Only now, it wasn't just kissing she was going for. And I REALLY wasn't going to break her.

Right there, under that little oak corner off the lake, she was going to be intimate me. She fumbled with my jeans, trying to unbuckle my whang to deplume out my already grueling 8 inch that were straining at the material of my pants. As she began to stroke me, the only negative view I had going through my head was what her father would do if he ever found out I screwed his girl. Mikayla, deal wrapped lightly around my cock, she noticed how strain I was."Relax, Mitch, I'll admit full care of ya, I promise, hun."And for only a consequence, I was doubtful. Then the very fun began. As her head bobbed up and down my rigid cock, I felt a little sorry for her, as she could only fit about 6 of my 8 inches into her mouth before she started to gag. It felt so nice, her warm, embracing rim around my shaft, taking every single inch she could into her beautiful lip. I figured since she was having fun, I'd compass around and play with her budding teat while she sucked me off. However much I tried, though, she'd just swat my hands away, until finally she came up and said,"No, babe, this is all for you. Just sit back and revel the ride. I told you, I'm YOURS, not the other way around. I want to be your one and only sex toy, and that's just how it's gon na be, approve ?"Damn, Mikayla was so sexy, and I really couldn't say anything to convert her mind, so all I Did say was,"fine then. Let's at least make it mutual, sweetheart."

With that, I swung her around until she was positioned reverse-cowgirl over my putz, and lined up with her pussy. My god, that was the cutest fiddling pink I'd ever seen. She was completely shaved, and just looking at it I figured only about 4 inched would fit. Boy was I untimely. She slammed as difficult as she could onto me, shoving my dick balls-deep into her small pink pickle. I felt her tense up as the delight spread through her, exciting me all the more than, making me turn faster and faster until she was practically screaming in my ear. Then, just as I thought she was going to squirt all over the stead, I slowed down, let her ride out the first waves of ecstasy rolling through her eubstance. After I made sure she hadn't cum yet, I let her just form of turn around slowly until she was facing me, her pretty budlike mamilla poking at me from her thorax. She'd removed the tanktop long before that, and I was very happy to be the one to suck on her mammilla for hr. She cooed softly, rolling her head from position to side as I alternated between her nipples, first left, then right, then left again. She very softly grinded against me with my dick still in her pussy, and slowly I came back to life. Only one matter was mutually understood between us. We loved each other, and cipher was going to change that anytime soon.

We slowly got back into rhythm as My cock became fully hard inside of her once again."Mitch, foretell me something,"Mikayla asked as we began to pick up pace."Whatever you want, Princess."She nodded, moaned a slight, the continued,"Don't ever depart me, be mine forever, take a crap me your one and only. And this fourth dimension, mess up that fucking loading as far as you can up my footling cunt. I want it to be able-bodied to leak out for years after you're done. sympathize me ?"All I could do was nod as she began to scream once again. She seemed aegir to make me cum, to be the last one to quit, to prevent going until we were almost dead. She really wanted to fuck my brains out, and I wasn't going to stop her. She bounced her petite body up and down, screaming,"Yes, yes ! right field there, maledict it, and don't stop ! Please don't ever fucking stop !"And soon, just as I felt I was about to explode, I knew I'd won the conflict. She screamed as gaudy as she could,"Oh, FUCK YES ! I'm cumming, babe, I'm cumming ! Shit… OH, GOD !"Then, just before my rooster exploded inside her as I'd promised I would let it, I felt her seemingly endless menses of pussy juice flow from her, gushing like river rapids, never stopping. She cried her centre out afterwards, saying it hurt like hell squirting so a good deal, that she'd never felt like that before, but she would never abnegate that it was the honest fucking ride she'd ever taken."I promise you, Mikayla, no thing what happens, I will NEVER leave you. I love you so much."All she could remember to say was,"I love you too."

We must have fallen asleep soon after, because it was just getting to be break of day when I realized we were still out at the lake."Shit…"I whispered to myself. I looked around and saw my bike was still there, no one had apparently come looking for us, and so I shook Mikayla lightly."Hey, Princess, I have to get you home. Wake up."She slowly opened her eye, smiled at me, and then sat up as she looked around for the rest of her clothes."That was the proficient night I've ever had, Mitch, thank you."I was kind of trying to hurry, but I couldn't help but call up last dark, and smiled as I thought of her never wanting to leave me, always being there for me."You're welcome, babydoll. Just do me a favor and don't tell your founding father, he'll get pissed at me."She laughed as she dressed, saying,"It's not my Paw you got ta worry about, it's my Mama. She's more of a nympho than I am, and the first chance she gets, she'll try to have it away your brains out too, I'm sure. And sugariness thing, I ain't gon na stop her. She's soundly in bed, you'll like her."I couldn't assistance but let my thoughts wander to her mom, imagining her bouncing on my tool as little Mikayla had. That however, is a story for another time. conjecture I'll have to go fuck her mother and see what I get out of that one, huh ?