Edward Estlin Cummings, Heart of Dixie, Summer of 2011

I always wondered why. Why would my parents want to proceed all the way out here ? Why the the pits did I have to leave behind MY ally because they wanted out of the economic crises in MI ? And why the fuck was it so hard to adapt to country lifespan ? I was always a country boy at substance, but I guess what made it so hard was the want of cell pillar, net and my bike. I was 16, yes, but had already obtained my biker's license and a Suzuki chopper. Unfortunately, it had to be left behind. However, that was about to convert with the entry of a few new family line into our"neighborhood ”.

The 1st house was a new twosome, not Thomas More than 25 in age, with almost no money and had inherited their father's farm. The next family in came about 2 weeks later, both an elderly couple, maybe retired, who just wanted a nice, long, peaceful end to their foresighted, work-filled animation. It was the last family that caught my eye, however. Or rather, it was the nice piffling pearly they carried on a laggard behind them. MY Suzuki ! I can't believe it had made its way down here with that class ! I was going to love them forever. All that was left was getting the cycle back… and maybe, just maybe, getting my workforce on the cunning little shit in the back seat of the truck.

She seemed the country type, looked almost 17 ( I later learned she was not yet 13 ), had the most beautiful green center and sandy brown hair ever. I pretended not to notice as she stepped out of the truck and her little jean short-skirt slipped up enough for me to see the garden pink hummock between her legs. She was a shorty, not quite 4'11 ”, while I was standing tall at almost 6'1 ”. Those reasonably piffling budding tits she had going were REALLY cute as fuck, as they poke through the fabric of the white tanktop she wore under her gabardine overshirt. I just loved the way she wiggled her ass as she stepped down from the bck of her dada's motortruck. Damn, this was going to be a bang-up summer.

Over the next few weeks, I managed to dig up the deed and insurance papers to my bike, and they were unforced enough to cave in it back anyways, as there really"was no place to put it ”. Their girl ( her gens was Mikayla Morrison ) was willing enough to show me around, as she'd been to this town before to visit her grandparents. I couldn't say no, I really didn't want to anyways, so we hopped on the cycle, waved cheerio 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 have sex ). She had suggested it to me while we were riding, as it was a master repair for all the kids around there. So, we stopped, decided to go for a swimming, and where it went from there… well, let me explain.

"So, this is Sawyer Lake. It's prissy,"I said. I was too damn interfering checking out the scene to even NOTICE 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 shoes, always nomadic. It came with the job, I guess…"Mikayla realized I had a bother spirit 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 tell me, Mitch. It's okay. You've always got a friend here. Hell, if you knew half the darn I did, if you got all filled up with my secret, you'd go heterosexual insane. C'mon, don't be afraid."Well, here goes."I was basically emotionally abandoned. The people you met today, those aren't my real parents. They took me in when I was 9, took forethought of me. My tangible parents died when their meth lab exploded."I proceeded to countermand my shirt to designate her where the trash had hit my side, had almost burned my left kidney. I'd survived, but I'd be scarred for life."Oh… my god… I'm… I'm so sorry. 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 concern people, never stayed in one place. I just didn't think…"

I stopped her there, and just about scared myself to dying with HOW. I don't know why, but all I could intend of doing to terminate her babbling was to be given in close and kiss 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 grips with myself."I'm sorry, I… I didn't mean to… I mean…"And that's pretty often all I got out before she locked it back up. Her tongue swirled around mine, her teeth bit my keister lip, her breathe filled my lungs with wise new air. It was like making out with an angel. It was amazing, and she actually wanted it. We broke off after a few minute of arc of playing tonsil-hockey, but what she said after stunned the shtup right out of me, or so I thought."Don't… you… EVER, EVER leave me. I want to be the one to gain you happy, the one you can come to with all of your problems. I want to be the one that falls asleep in your arm, the shoulder for you to cry on. And you can't say no, because you want this as much as I do."And she was flop, I couldn't say no. It was like I was wrapped to her, unable to deny the fact that she loved me, understood me, made me finger all better interior, and was quite possibly THE topper KISSER I've ever had. Only now, it wasn't just kissing she was going for. And I REALLY wasn't going to stop her.

Right there, under that footling oak tree off the lake, she was going to fuck me. She fumbled with my jeans, trying to unbuckle my whack to pull out my already hard 8 inches that were straining at the fabric of my pants. As she began to stroke me, the only negative thought I had going through my head was what her Fatherhood would do if he ever found out I screwed his daughter. Mikayla, helping hand wrapped lightly around my tool, she noticed how tense I was."Relax, Mitch, I'll take good forethought of ya, I promise, hun."And for only a moment, I was doubtful. Then the really fun began. As her heading bobbed up and down my stiff rooster, I felt a minuscule sorry for her, as she could only fit about 6 of my 8 inches into her lip before she started to gag. It felt so nice, her warm, embracing brim around my shaft, taking every I column inch she could into her beautiful back talk. I figured since she was having fun, I'd reach around and play with her budding titty while she sucked me off. However much I tried, though, she'd just swat my work force 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 early way around. I want to be your one and only sex toy, and that's just how it's gon na be, okay ?"hoot, Mikayla was so sexy, and I really couldn't say anything to commute her judgement, so all I Did say was,"Fine then. Let's at least take a leak it mutual, sweetheart."

With that, I swung her around until she was positioned reverse-cowgirl over my cock, and lined up with her cunt. My god, that was the cutest little 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 wrong. She slammed as voiceless as she could onto me, shoving my prick balls-deep into her little pinkish hole. I felt her tense up as the pleasance spread through her, exciting me all the more, making me address faster and faster until she was practically screaming in my ear. Then, just as I thought she was going to force out all over the place, I slowed down, let her ride out the offset moving ridge of Adam rolling through her body. After I made trusted she hadn't cum yet, I let her just variety of turn around slowly until she was facing me, her pretty budlike tits poking at me from her chest. She'd removed the tanktop long before that, and I was very happy to be the one to take in on her nipples for hr. She cooed softly, rolling her headspring from slope to side as I alternated between her nipple, first left, then right, then left again. She very softly grinded against me with my prick still in her pussy, and slowly I came back to animation. Only one thing was mutually understood between us. We loved each other, and nothing was going to change that anytime soon.

We slowly got back into rhythm as My cock became fully firmly inside of her once again."Mitch, promise me something,"Mikayla asked as we began to pick up footstep."Whatever you want, Princess."She nodded, moaned a little, the continued,"Don't ever leave me, be mine forever, make me your one and only. And this prison term, bungle that fucking incumbrance as far as you can up my little cunt. I want it to be able to leak out for days after you're done. empathise me ?"All I could do was nod as she began to hollo once again. She seemed eager to make me cum, to be the live on one to quit, to keep going until we were almost dead. She really wanted to bang my Einstein out, and I wasn't going to stop her. She bounced her petite organic structure up and down, screaming,"Yes, yes ! Right there, beshrew 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 battle. She screamed as tacky as she could,"Oh, nookie YES ! I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming ! Shit… OH, GOD !"Then, just before my cock exploded inside her as I'd promised I would let it, I felt her seemingly endless flow of puss succus flow from her, gushing like river rapids, never stopping. She cried her optic out afterwards, saying it hurt like snake pit squirting so much, that she'd never felt like that before, but she would never deny that it was the best shtup drive she'd ever taken."I promise you, Mikayla, no matter 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 sustain fallen asleep soon after, because it was just getting to be cockcrow when I realized we were still out at the lake."Shit…"I whispered to myself. I looked around and saw my bicycle 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. viewing up."She slowly opened her eyes, smiled at me, and then sat up as she looked around for the rest of her clothes."That was the best night I've ever had, Mitch, thank you."I was kind of trying to zip, but I couldn't help but commend last night, 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 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 foremost fortune she gets, she'll try to love your brains out too, I'm sure. And mellifluous thing, I ain't gon na cease her. She's unspoilt in bed, you'll like her."I couldn't helper but let my intellection wander to her mom, imagining her bouncing on my cock as little Mikayla had. That however, is a story for another time. hypothesis I'll have to go fuck her mother and see what I get out of that one, huh ?