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Merle paced angrily around his dark double wide trailer. Where the hell was she? He'd been waiting for hours, he'd passed up going out with Daryl and the guys on fucking Halloween, when all the bitches dressed like sluts and got so fucked up a 45 year old redneck covered in scars started looking good. The little bitch was fucking with him again and if she was out fucking one of her little snot nosed boyfriends he was going to lose his shit. He took another big swig of his whiskey bottle and plopped down on his ratty couch.
How had that little girl managed to do this to him he'd never know, but he was fucked with a capital F. Over a year of controlling himself, of her teasing him, of her flaunting her sweet ass in front of him, a whole fucking year and a half of fucking torture, and it had all been a goddamn game to her. He looked at the clock 10:00pm, her birthday nearly gone and he hadn't seen her even once today. He took another long swig off his whiskey bottle, emptying it completely. He was drunk but not so drunk that he couldn’t get it up, not that it fucking mattered. the little whore wasn’t going to show up. He threw the empty bottle across the room, and watched the glass break with satisfaction, the sharp little shards rained down on the carpet and glittered in the light of the street lamp outside his front window. He snorted out a bitter laugh at the mess that little bitch had reduced him to.
Rubbing his face he forced himself to get up and go to his bed room. He looked at his side window, the blinds tightly drawn and laughed again.
“That little fuckin’ whore.” He muttered as he let himself fall onto his bed. Merle fuckin’ Dixon laying on his bed alone on Halloween, drunk over some bitch, some young bitch, some young bitch whore, because that’s what she was, a fuckin’ whore.
She hid it well he’d give her that, whore wasn’t the first thing you thought when you laid eyes on her. You thought she was pretty, hot, sexy even, but no way in hell did you think, man eatin’ whore. Merle closed his eyes and tried to figure out when she’d managed to fuck with his head so bad.
It had started innocently enough, you know, innocent for Merle anyway, a new family moving in next door, mother and daughter, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice the girl, she was sweet in those tight jeans and tank top. He’d watch her go to and from the school bus stop and check out her tight little body. Girl had a nice figure, big tits, large round perky ass, little waist and that fucking hair, a beautiful rich mahogany that fell in waves down to the small of her back and her beautiful face, large brown eyes, full pouty lips that would smile at him as she passed by. He’d grin back and take a good long look at her ass as she walked away.
Then one day as he worked on his motorcycle, she set her eyes on him, walked those shapely legs up to where he was sitting and those juicy lips parted to speak to him.
“Hi, I’m Delilah, I see you every day, thought maybe we should introduce ourselves.” She gave him a bright smile and stretched her hand out to him.
Merle quirked and eyebrow but took her dainty little hand in his rough one, “Merle.” he grinned.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Merle.” She smiled wider, “See you around.”
She turned and walked across both their yards and into her trailer. Merle watched her walk in then shook his head. Strange girl he’d thought, still not aware of the predator hiding in that cute little body. That was when they’d started a little routine,
“Hi, Mr. Merle.”
“Goodmorning Mr. Merle.”
“Bye Mr. Merle.”
Didn’t matter the time or who she was with, she’d send out a “Mr. Merle” and whatever appropriate greeting applied and he’d nod his head in response. How long they continued those little exchanges he couldn’t remember but he could remember when he’d stopped “innocently” checking her out and began connecting her with sex.
It had been a Friday night, like any other Friday night, he had ducked into his room to retrieve his wallet and looked up at just the right moment. He hadn’t known but his window was right across from hers and his timing on that night had been perfect. He glanced up and there she was in her room, back to him rummaging in her closet in just a thong and bra, his eyes came level with the most perfect ass he’d ever seen in his entire life. She might just be a teenager but that body was all woman. His eyes traveled over the perfect heart shape of her rear and the way her hips swelled invitingly under the straps of her teal thong, her waist was small and he couldn’t find one flaw on the girls body from this angle. He was lamenting that he couldn’t see her tits when she began turning around and he ducked out of the room quickly. It would not do to have her see her pervy old neighbor spying on her.
That night Merle got himself a slut with a big ass and imagined Delilah’s perfect bottom as he pounded into her doggy style.
Once he’d seen her the first time it was near impossible to not try and catch another peek and the girl made it damn easy on him, seemed she never bothered to close her blinds no matter what she was doing and Merle adopted a routine of his own, he’d sit in his dark room far enough away from the window that she couldn’t see him and watch her move around her room in her underwear.Then even that last bit of innocents fell away.
It was just another night of him watching the girl, getting himself worked up for whatever bitch he managed to pick up tonight, when she took off her bra. Merle sat forward, her tits were as perfect as her ass. Each breast was more than a handful and capped with the cutest pinkish brown nipples. In his mind he had a flash of taking one of those globes into his mouth while his hands got busy massaging her plump ass. Delilah stood at the window in just a thong and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. Merle palmed his cock and moaned.
That night Merle bought a whore with tits roughly the size of Delilah’s and titty fucked her. He had the bitch take his tip into her mouth every time he thrusted forward and came all over her face. He imagined Delilah’s full lips curving into a smile as her pink tongue gathered up his jizz, “Thank you Mr. Merle.” He almost came again at just the thought.
It was fall when everything changed again, a few days before Halloween. Merle was watching like he did every night he was able and Delilah didn’t disappoint. She walked into her room in a hot pink thong and no bra, he guessed her mother wasn’t home if she was walking around the house like that, but tonight she didn’t just grab her pj and get in bed, that night she’d turned her back to the window and bent over, slowly shimming out of her underwear. Merle was fucking ecstatic he stood and took a step forward, making sure to keep in the shadows. He could see just a hint of her shaved pussy peeking out from under her glorious ass. Delilah stood up, throwing her panties into the hamper by her closet door.
“Fuck me.” He breathed.
Delilah then turned to face the window and Merle got full frontal, nothing left to his imagination anymore and it was like finding a fuckin’ unicorn, it was that motherfuckin’ perfect. She gathered her hair into her customary ponytail, eyes closed the entire time, Merle took another step forward, then she opened her eyes and he froze, he was still in the shadows but he took a step back, better safe than sorry.
That’s when Delilah shattered his illusions of safety, she meet his eyes, lowered her arms and grinned right at him. Merle’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched her put a hand on her hip and wink at him. “Hope you like what you see.” She mouthed before turning off the lamp by her bed and shrouding herself in darkness. Merle let himself fall back into his “viewing” chair. She knew, he didn’t know for how long she’d known but she knew now for sure.
He rubbed his hand over his face, “Fuck.”