Chapter Two

"Oh God, I love riding you like this !"My beautiful fiance Isabella I was seated on top of me, grinding her clit on my breakwater. Her big, beautiful brown center were boring into me. She was sitting up, rocking back and Forth River and up and down, covering me with her wetness."Am I wet enough for you baby ?"

I have the greatest woman in the macrocosm. And she's all mine.

"God, yes."I did love how wet she got for me. She wasn't a squirt gun, like you see in porn, but she did gush when she came. A flood of her vaginal fluids would enshroud me and I would experience it drip down my testicle sack and along the inside my thigh. Afterwards we would involve a full size of it bath towel to clean up and the bed would be soaking wet. She told me that it had never happened before until we met.

She reached up and ran her fingers through her thick blond hair and then back down to her perfectly shaped C cup boob. Pinching her nipples and getting them even harder.

"I love you baby. I never want to stop fucking you."She said, speeding up her gyrations.

She is the perfect womanhood. Fulfils every sexual desire I could have. I was extremely favourable to stimulate such a soundly char in my bed wearing the mob I had given her.

She gently slapped me in the face."Tell me you love me."

"You're the secure sister. I love you."I loved the beginning of the drip of juice that were coming out of her. The wet, squashy sound of our private parts slamming into each early. Our headboard was rhythmically beating against the wall.

She leaned over, her hairsbreadth cascading around both our faces as she hungrily kissed me. I pulled her closer to me and her lips started kissing my neck. I was able to piston in and out of her bettor in this side. She stopped grinding on me and let me fuck her as fasting and hard as I could.

"Ohhhh. God, baby. I'm going to cum ! !"This is when that trickle of fluids becomes more of a alluvion. I kept hammering her as her climax started to overtake her. Her respiration in my ear was getting heavier and More uneven. She let out a long cry as I felt the get-go Wave of her juices start drenching me.

I kept it up. Harder and faster into her from underneath. More juice, more wetness. Harder, faster …

She collapsed a bit, exhausted. It felt so incredible, feeling her soaking wet pussy clamped down on me as she ever so slowly started to recover from her coming. She started slowing moving her pelvic girdle again. I

She looked at me with her big, beautiful brownish eye, her backtalk, which had been in an"O"form turned into a beautiful smile."Oh … you're so good. So, so good."She whispered as she gave me a devilish tone. ‘ What do you want, cosset ? I want to wee-wee you cum …"

"Just don't … stop."The impression of her cumming all over me was bringing me to the brink. I loved her dearly and just wanted to part all my cum with her.

Isabella started moving up and down on my voiceless cock again. Her bridge player pressed into my chest for support."Where do you require to cum ? Are you going to cum in me ? Give me your infant ?"

That was more of a part playing game we played. She was on birth control, but we both had illusion of getting her pregnant.

I shook my headland as she started moving faster.

"You want to cum on my mamilla ? Is that what you like ?"She had perfect fucking bosom, and when she said this she used both hands to squash them together.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth."I told her, my own breathing becoming more ragged.

At that, she closed her eyes and I could envision my throbbing rooster going in between her lips and letting all my cum spurt out into her mouth.

"roll in the hay ! sister ! I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum !"She scampered off my cock and immediately took it in her mouth. With her paw she started stroking me until I thrust into her and started to unleash my seed.

She pulled up a bit, keeping my prick tip in between her back talk as I fired rope after rophy of hot cum into her aegir mouth. She moaned passionately on my dick.

I fell back into the bed while she stayed in position, milking out every live drop of cum from my deflating and sensitive cock.

She looked up at me, with my putz still in her mouthpiece before pulling off and showing me my cum in her oral cavity. In one drink it was gone.

God I love that woman.

She was blissfully fulfilled as she cuddled up next to me."Perfect way to start the day."

"wagerer than wheaties."I replied, closing my eyes.

We laid there for a few second. Trying to sort out through the post-coital seventh heaven to focus on the upcoming day. It was a Sunday and a beautiful, if cold day at that. Just a few days before Christmastide, this was the eccentric of activeness that was keeping our accent levels low and our family relationship happy.

Isabella kept me so completely sexually fulfilled, yet I often wondered ( and fantasized ) about Ronnie, that untested girl I had met and deflowered over the course of a span time of day various calendar month ago. Who was that man who did that ? What form of brute lived inside of me ? Would that swarthiness show up again ?

Slowly, my fiancee and I got up and took a exhibitioner together. Feeling our mixed bodily fluids wash off under the hot shower. I playfully slapped her ass, she kissed me and washed my back. When we got out we dressed. I was gear up before her, of course.

"Don't forget I'm having luncheon with your female parent today."She called from the bathroom as I sat on the bed waiting.

"I know sweetie. Let me know if she drops any hints for what she would want for Christmas."I said.

"You haven't gotten her anything yet ?"

"No. I'm missing quite a few gifts for the home. Just need something suitable and not … horrible."

"Like the ‘ cervix massager'you got your niece finish year ?"She said, laughing from the bathroom.

I groaned. The vibrator jokes started from my family immediately upon my 15 twelvemonth old niece opening it and we had both just turned red out of embarrassment.

"Yeah. Bad decision on my part."I called back to her

Once we were fix, we got into our disjoined cable car and get to the local promenade. Needless say it was extremely packed, even at 10am on. Sunday morning. It took me a few minutes to park and then a few bit more to find Isabella. We shopped for a while, stopped for a coffee and a Formosan massage.

After a piece, it was time for Isabella the Catholic to leave. We were walking to the exit so I could escort her to her car while I remained at the center to finish shopping.

That's when I heard it.

"Jim ! JIM ! !"I didn't turn around, as my name wasn't Jim, but I recognized the vocalism. It was the phonation of the fiend inside me who reminded me of my poor determination."Uncle Jim ?"

Isabella and I turned together, and sure enough, there was Ronnie. Cute as ever. Not even 5 metrical foot tall, dressed in a short skirt with tall boots and a T. H. White button down blouse. Her brown fuzz tied up in a ponytail that was draped around her shoulder.

"Uncle Jim !"She said again, leaping into my sleeve. I was stunned. I looked over at Isabella who had a bemused look on her face. I didn't know what to say.

Ronnie broke the embrace and looked over at Isabella.

"Uh … Ronnie … this is my bride-to-be, Isabella."I said carefully. Ronnie extended her deal cheerfully."Isabella, this is Ronnie … she's … a friend … of Jaime's."Jaime is my 15 class old niece.

Isabella is extraordinarily captivate and took Ronnie's hand and complimented her on her boots and style.

Ronnie thanked her before playfully slapping me on the arm,"I didn't know you were getting married !"

"Yeah … !"I smiled, but my insides were doing somersaults, my side was getting hot and my nous was moving a thousand sea mile a minute.

"You simply must fall to the wedding ! Give ‘ Uncle Jim'your name and address and we'll send you an invitation !"Typical Isabella. Our $ 25,000 wedding budget had already been doubled and she was intent on everyone being there -- regardless of the connection to the Bridget and groom.

Ronnie squealed."I'd love that ! I love marriage !"She did a small jump.

"fountainhead I must be going. I can walk myself to the car, beloved. You two captivate up. I'll see you at the house."Isabella kissed me and walked out the door, leaving me … utterly confused.

"Ugh ! I can't believe you're getting married !"Ronnie was still smiling.

"Ronnie … I … what are you doing here ?"

"Probably the like thing you are -- Shopping."She rolled her eyeball a bit, but she seemed genuinely happy to see me.

"Yeah. Um … Great to see you !"I gave her a sideways hug.

"I didn't think I would ever see you again and here you are. I'm so happy !"She parried my sideways hug with a full embrace. Mall consumers were glancing at us before resuming their frantic shopping."Should we get coffee berry ?"

"Coffee ?"I asked, as if I had no idea what that was. My brain was failing me.

"Yes. Coffee. Catch up. How you been ?"She grabbed my manus and started walking me towards … somewhere.

"Good. Good."I wasn't sure what we would catch up on, exactly.

"You're getting get hitched with ! Gosh !"

"Yep."I'm usually more give voice than this.

"wealthy person you been to the Daily Grind ? They have the C. H. Best coffee bean here."

"Um, trusted. Yeah."

Ronnie was jibber gabble about the mall and shopping while we waited in line of reasoning and I paid for our chocolate. She ordered chocolate something or early with just a plash of burnt umber. Something a teenager would fuddle just to seem like more of an adult. We sat down at the lonesome usable table in the crowd store. I sat future to her in case the great unwashed overheard anything.

"So … I got to tell you. When we met …"Ronnie started, before looking around to score sure we weren't overheard."That was so … so … hot."

"You … you're okay with everything that happened ?"I was stunned.

"Oh my god, yes. Weren't you ?"

What a adulterate question. I didn't bed how to answer it. A yes meant that I wanted to do it again …

"Yes."

Her smile grew even magnanimous and mine mirrored hers. I couldn't control myself around this girl. Her case was so unacquainted, her consistence was so small and tight and her attitude … I just loved it.

Just as fast as that grin grew, it faded."But you left me."

I was feeling her feelings. I felt like an asshole.

"I know. I don't know what to say. I'm sorry."

"You should be ! You had just …"She leaned closer."You had just taken my virginity, you know."

"I don't know what to say Ronnie. You deserve ripe than that."I looked down and my feelings of guilt feelings came roaring back.

She didn't say anything for a moment. We both thought back to the pool and the hold out few arcminute we had spent together -- me cumming in her and then deciding that I had gone too far and leaving her there alone.

"I'm sorry too."

I lifted my capitulum to look at her."Sorry for what ?"

"I …"She looked as if she was about to cry."I don't know why I did it, but I took your money."

I knew she had, of course. But I figured I would never see her again and it was a small cost to pay for what had happened.

"Oh … that. Don't concern about that."

"Do you want me to pay you back ?"

"No … no. It was … a gift."It wasn't a gift at all, the little stealer took it. I smiled."A $ 400 gift."

"$ 324, actually. I feel bad. I want to pay you back."She looked absolutely lovely when she was remorseful.

"Ronnie, really. Don't vexation about it."I waved her off.

Another minute of silence while we sipped our drinks.

"Your fiance is very pretty."

This was awkward."Yes. Thank you."

"doe she … do things for you ?"The implication was clear.

"Yes … we … have a very sound … sex life."

She grinned her goofy smile."Better than ours ?"

I laughed nervously."You and I don't have one."

"Ouch, Jim. Ouch."She feigned to be hurt, her hand going to her middle. My eyes went to her breasts.

I had gotten away with cheating on my perfect fiance with an underage girl once … by the thanksgiving of God. What was I doing tempting portion again ?

But Ronnie was so ... sexy. She was mature for her age … I think … or was I justifying to myself why I should do this again ? I wanted her again. And again after that. I wanted to smack her, osculate her, indicate her the world.

The question was out of my mouthpiece before I really considered the implications.

"How old are you, Ronnie ?"

"Me ? I'm 16 … how old did you think I was ?"

At once, I felt relieved and shamefaced again. I had thought Ronnie was closer to 13 than 16. But it also confirmed that which I already knew -- that she wasn't 18.

"20, 22."I smiled.

"Is my age going to be a problem for us ?"Again, she implied this was something … more. Scary.

"No, of form not."

"Good."Her smiling was infective. She had so much energy."What should we do next ?"

We got up, and again Ronnie took my helping hand and took the principal. I loved watching her hips sway in her short wench and the charge made her a good 3 inches taller. Every so often she would front back at me and smile and I would melt a minuscule more.

We stopped in front of Forever 21 and she was positively light-headed, telling me what a great store it was and how much she loved it. We went inside and she immediately started browsing and asking my opinion on every article of clothing she held up to herself. She wanted … everything.

There was one crownwork that she absolutely loved. It was $ 200."Will you buy it for me ?"She asked in a joking manner.

"Of course."I blurted. I told you I couldn't restraint myself with her.

She thought I was joking, but I wasn't. She insisted it was too a good deal, I insisted on buying it. I took it from her and marched to the checkout. We exited together and Ronnie leaned up and kissed me broad on the lips."Thank you !"

My dick had never been harder.

Maybe I felt guilty about how I took her virginity from her -- the lot and the manner. Maybe I was trying to assuage my own guilt about the site. But that's how our afternoon went. We went to stores and she would plunk out a few things that she"loved"and I would buy it for her.

It was our own"Pretty Woman"moment.

The mall closes at 6, but at 5 we were still shopping. She would admit a bunch of clothes into the dressing room and come out and model for me.

It was smashing. At one point in time Ronnie started dancing and gyrating like she was a stipper, even flipping up her skirt to express me her pink step-in. She also tried to crop my hawkshaw when she could. Acting like she was reaching for one of her bags, but it was just an exculpation. Every time she did it, she would look at me with her brilliant smile to gauge my reaction.

The sexual shakiness was through the cap. I wanted her even more than I did at the pool. I had to have her and she knew it. She loved teasing me.

I forget which store we were at, but it was a bit quieter than the others. I was sitting down outside the dressing elbow room while she took her prison term getting dressed and modeling for me.

She poked her nous out.

"Jim, can you amount in here for a minute ?"

I was out of my seat in a hot s. I looked for an associate in the computer memory, and after not seeing one walked into the dressing way with her.

"What do you think ?"She was wearing a gorgeous red attire that hung on one shoulder. Her low breasts were nearly spilling out of the front and it curved her body perfectly. It ended at a short angle, showing off her slenderize, perfect legs.

"It's beautiful. I … hump it. You should definitely get that."

She looked at me with stark sex in her center. She sauntered over to me and kissed me on the lip. I took her small consistency and pulled her finisher to me, kissing her harder. The whole day of sexual frustrations with her were coming to a peak.

Our tongues danced, our rim crushed against each others and our physical structure tried desperately to get ever tight to one another.

She jumped into my arms, climbing me almost. Her fountainhead was over mine and she took my face in her hands slobbered her kisses on me. I turned her around and pinned her against the paries. I could feel the warmth from her slit on me. She bit my lip and I turned her and pinned her against the other wall.

She brings out such cacoethes from me. mania I never felt before. Lust on a scale that you can't imagine. It wasn't her age, or her small lithe body. It was her. Her smile, her scent, her laugh and her attitude.

I needed her rightfulness then.

My hand moved underneath her stooge and I started to lift her higher. I think she got the idea, because her leg swung over my shoulder. I lifted her from the other incline and her scanty were veracious in figurehead of my face.

She reached down and grabbed the backbone of my chief and moved me even closer to her snatch. I started breathing heavily on her pantie, using my nose to prod her clit.

Ronnie was soaking wet. She kept her travelling bag on the backbone of my head and balanced herself so she could use her other handwriting to push her panties to the face.

I couldn't see much as my point was under the dress that we hadn't paid for yet, but I smelled her consummate teenage pussy. I extended my tongue and tasted her for the first time.

She tasted so sweet, so pure and perfect. It took all of my willpower not to drown her by clamping my mouth on her pussy. I did my best to tease her. I licked along one side, then the other. I used the very tip of my knife to lick from her burning hot vagina to her clit.

She moaned loudly and I reached up and gave her a fast smacking to keep out her up before she attracted unwanted attention to our dressing stall.

I plunged my knife into her. Her pussy was almost too tight. I could barely get my tongue more than an inch in her. I felt her handle on my head tighten considerably. Her whole torso tensed and I could hear her ragged breathing and quiet whimpering.

What a stark pussy. I absolutely devoured it, I savored it. I reached up and managed to get part of my middle finger into her and she let out a squeal. I slapped her thigh again to shush her.

I couldn't breath, but I didn't tutelage. My fingers were in this beautiful girl and my spit was giving her joy. I flicked my clapper on her clit and felt her legs pull me even closer into her.

Ronnie's belittled body was quivering and shaking. Her orgasm was just starting as I pressed into her with renewed vim. I was licking her clit like a boxer on a speed bag and her body seemed to get tenser and tenser.

She finally exploded and cried out. Her bobby pin on my point loosened and she started to bear on my head away from her thigh. She was breathing heavily as I started to set her down, with a quick kiss on her way back to the floor.

My face was covered in her wetness. I was in inviolable paradise and was as randy as I have ever been in my life.

She straightened her dress a bit and started fixing her pilus in the mirror.

"So you like the dress ?"She asked, nonchalantly, tucking her haircloth behind her ear. I even loved her ears.

I had an agonising boner in my pant."I love it."

"You think I should put on it on our date ?"

"Date ?"I was confused, and … oh so horny.

"Yes."She continued, as she turned to confront me. She undid her zip fastener and let the dress twilight to the priming coat, exposing herself in front of me for the first time.

"You want to go on a date ?"I was surprised my brain worked while I soaked in every morsel of her body.

"That's what duad do. They go out to dinner and movies. You know. Dates."She picked up her blouse and doll and started putting them back on.

"Yeah. Of course. We can go on a date."I would say anything to this girl. Absolutely anything.

She looked at me and beamed. She did her little saltation and kissed me on the lips."Oh yay !"She left, leaving me with the pile of apparel, a red dress on the ground and a nonsensical hard on that was very quickly leading to blue balls.

I got up, and stepped outside the dressing elbow room to see Ronnie back to shopping like nothing had happened.

I collected our purchase and went to the register to pay. I didn't know if any of the companion could smell the sex on me, or heard us in the dressing way. So I kept subdued and just gave my credit card.

Ronnie came back up to me as I was signing my name. I covered my theme song, I didn't want her to have a go at it my public figure wasn't Jim. She took the customer copy and wrote her phone phone number on it in forepart of the cashier. She even put a lilliputian warmness over her"i ”.

She folded it up and handed to me with a knowing grinning before turning away and walking out of the store.

I picked up our suitcase and followed her.

We said our goodbyes, it turns out she had been at the mall with some friends who she abandoned when she saw me and Isabella walking around and was now going to meet back up with them to go dwelling.

The damage was closing curtain to $ 1000 and worth every penny.

I left and went home and fucked the diddly-squat out of Queen Isabella. I pinned her to the wall and fucked her from behind. I left her with my cum dripping out of her pussy as I hit the bed after a whirlwind day.

I thought of Ronnie and what my program were with her. I couldn't really keep chasing and fucking her, could I ? I got away with it once … why would I hazard it again ?

Sleep came peacefully despite my racing nous and I dreamed of Ronnie and her hone lip on mine ...