Chapter Two

"Oh God, I love riding you like this !"My beautiful groom-to-be Isabella was seated on top of me, grinding her clit on my seawall. Her big, beautiful brown eyes 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 enceinte charwoman in the world. And she's all mine.

"God, yes."I did love how wet she got for me. She wasn't a squirter, like you see in pornos, but she did gush when she came. A flood of her vaginal fluids would cover me and I would feel it drip down my ball sack and along the privileged my thighs. Afterwards we would need a entire size of it tub 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 finger through her duncish blond hair and then back down to her perfectly shaped C cup bosom. Pinching her nipples and getting them even harder.

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

She is the perfect woman. Fulfils every sexual desire I could have. I was extremely favorable to have such a trade good woman in my bed wearing the ring I had given her.

She gently slapped me in the grimace."tell apart me you love me."

"You're the best baby. I love you."I loved the outset of the drip of juices that were coming out of her. The wet, quaggy sound of our private share slamming into each other. Our headboard was rhythmically beating against the wall.

She leaned over, her hair cascading around both our faces as she hungrily kissed me. I pulled her finisher to me and her sassing started kissing my neck. I was able to piston in and out of her better in this emplacement. She stopped grinding on me and let me fuck her as fast and hard as I could.

"Ohhhh. God, baby. I'm going to cum ! !"This is when that dribble of fluids becomes more of a photoflood. I kept hammering her as her orgasm started to overtake her. Her ventilation in my ear was getting gravid and more spotty. She let out a long cry as I felt the firstly wave of her juices start drenching me.

I kept it up. Harder and faster into her from underneath. More juices, Thomas 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 climax. She started slowing moving her hips again. I

She looked at me with her big, beautiful chocolate-brown eyes, her mouth, which had been in an"O"shape turned into a beautiful smile."Oh … you're so good. So, so good."She whispered as she gave me a devilish look. ‘ What do you want, featherbed ? I want to nominate you cum …"

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

Isabella the Catholic started moving up and down on my hard peter again. Her hands pressed into my chest for support."Where do you require to cum ? Are you going to cum in me ? Give me your baby ?"

That was more of a theatrical role playing game we played. She was on nascency control, but we both had fantasies of getting her pregnant.

I shook my head as she started moving faster.

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

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

At that, she closed her centre and I could envision my throbbing hammer going in between her backtalk and letting all my cum spurt out into her mouth.

"Fuck ! baby ! I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum !"She scampered off my cock and immediately took it in her mouth. With her deal she started stroking me until I thrust into her and started to unleash my seed.

She pulled up a bit, keeping my cock tip in between her sassing as I fired rope after roach of hot cum into her aegir mouthpiece. She moaned passionately on my dick.

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

She looked up at me, with my dick still in her mouth before pulling off and showing me my cum in her mouthpiece. In one swallow it was gone.

God I love that woman.

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

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

We laid there for a few minutes. Trying to assort through the post-coital bliss to rivet on the upcoming day. It was a Sunday and a beautiful, if cold day at that. Just a few days before Christmastime, this was the type of activity that was keeping our stress stratum low and our kinship happy.

Queen Isabella kept me so completely sexually fulfilled, yet I often wondered ( and fantasized ) about Ronnie, that young girl I had met and deflowered over the line of a yoke hours respective months ago. Who was that man who did that ? What form of beast lived inside of me ? Would that darkness show up again ?

Slowly, my bride-to-be and I got up and took a shower together. Feeling our mingle bodily fluids wash off under the hot cascade. I playfully slapped her ass, she kissed me and washed my rachis. When we got out we dressed. I was ready before her, of course.

"Don't forget I'm having tiffin 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 tip for what she would need for Christmas."I said.

"You haven't gotten her anything yet ?"

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

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

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

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

Once we were set up, we got into our ramify cars and repel to the local anaesthetic shopping mall. Needless say it was extremely packed, even at 10am on. Sunday morn. It took me a few minutes to park and then a few minutes more to happen Isabella. We shopped for a while, stopped for a deep brown and a Chinese massage.

After a patch, it was clip for Isabella I to go forth. We were walking to the release so I could see her to her car while I remained at the mall to end up shopping.

That's when I heard it.

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

Isabella and I turned together, and sure enough, there was Ronnie. Cute as ever. Not even 5 feet tall, dressed in a brusque bird with tall boots and a white release down blouse. Her brown pilus tied up in a ponytail that was draped around her shoulder.

"Uncle Jim !"She said again, leaping into my arms. 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 fiancee, Isabella."I said carefully. Ronnie extended her paw cheerfully."Isabella I, this is Ronnie … she's … a Friend … of Jaime's."Jaime is my 15 year old niece.

Isabella the Catholic is extraordinarily charming and took Ronnie's hand and complimented her on her iron boot 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 summerset, my face was getting hot and my Einstein was moving a G miles a minute.

"You simply must come to the wedding party ! spring ‘ Uncle Jim'your address and we'll send you an invitation !"typical Isabella I. Our $ 25,000 wedding party budget had already been doubled and she was purport on everyone being there -- regardless of the connection to the bride and groom.

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

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

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

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

"Probably the same thing you are -- Shopping."She rolled her eyes a bit, but she seemed genuinely glad to see me.

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

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

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

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

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

"You're getting conjoin ! Gosh !"

"Yep."I'm usually more articulate than this.

"Have you been to the Daily Grind ? They have the best burnt umber here."

"Um, indisputable. Yeah."

Ronnie was jibber jabber about the mall and shopping while we waited in note and I paid for our coffees. She ordered chocolate something or other with just a stir of java. Something a stripling would drink just to seem like more of an adult. We sat down at the sole available table in the crowded shop. I sat next to her in caseful hoi polloi overheard anything.

"So … I got to tell you. When we met …"Ronnie started, before looking around to piss 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 loaded question. I didn't fuck how to answer it. A yes meant that I wanted to do it again …

"Yes."

Her smile grew even bigger and mine mirrored hers. I couldn't ascendency myself around this girl. Her expression was so barren, her consistency was so small and tight and her posture … I just loved it.

Just as fast as that smile 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 better than that."I looked down and my feelings of guilt came roaring back.

She didn't say anything for a moment. We both thought back to the consortium and the last-place few moment 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 head to depend 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 form. But I figured I would never see her again and it was a pocket-sized price to pay for what had happened.

"Oh … that. Don't worry about that."

"Do you want me to pay you back ?"

"No … no. It was … a gift."It wasn't a natural endowment 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 adorable when she was remorseful.

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

Another moment of silence while we sipped our drinks.

"Your fiance is very pretty."

This was awkward."Yes. Thank you."

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

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

She grinned her goofy grin."undecomposed 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 heart. My centre went to her breasts.

I had gotten away with cheating on my arrant groom-to-be with an underage girl once … by the grace of God. What was I doing tempting fortune 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 taste her, buss her, show her the world.

The interrogation was out of my mouth 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 guilty 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 course of study not."

"Good."Her smile was infectious. She had so a lot energy."What should we do next ?"

We got up, and again Ronnie took my hand and took the lead. I loved watching her coxa sway in her short wench and the boots made her a good 3 inches taller. Every so often she would look back at me and smile and I would dethaw a little more.

We stopped in front of Forever 21 and she was positively vertiginous, telling me what a smashing storehouse it was and how a lot she loved it. We went inside and she immediately started browsing and asking my opinion on every article of wearable she held up to herself. She wanted … everything.

There was one jacket 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 ascendance myself with her.

She thought I was joking, but I wasn't. She insisted it was too much, 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 full on the lips."Thank you !"

My dick had never been harder.

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

It was our own"Pretty cleaning woman"moment.

The plaza closes at 6, but at 5 we were still shopping. She would pick out a clustering of wearing apparel into the dressing room and come out and model for me.

It was great. At one point Ronnie started dancing and gyrating like she was a stipper, even flipping up her skirt to show me her pink scanty. She also tried to range my dick when she could. Acting like she was reaching for one of her udder, but it was just an alibi. Every time she did it, she would look at me with her brilliant smile to approximate my reaction.

The intimate palpitation was through the roof. 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 way while she took her clock time getting dressed and modeling for me.

She poked her pass out.

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

I was out of my arse in a hot second. I looked for an familiar in the store, and after not seeing one walked into the fecundation way with her.

"What do you imagine ?"She was wearing a gorgeous red dress that hung on one shoulder joint. Her small tit were nearly spilling out of the strawman and it curved her physical structure perfectly. It ended at a short slant, showing off her thin, perfect legs.

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

She looked at me with pure sex in her eyes. She sauntered over to me and kissed me on the mouth. I took her minor body and pulled her closer to me, kissing her harder. The whole day of sexual frustrations with her were coming to a peak.

Our tongues danced, our sass crushed against each others and our soundbox tried desperately to get ever closelipped to one another.

She jumped into my blazonry, climbing me almost. Her oral sex 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 wall. I could feel the heat from her pussy on me. She bit my lip and I turned her and pinned her against the other rampart.

She brings out such rage from me. Passion I never felt before. lecherousness on a scale that you can't imagine. It wasn't her age, or her small lithe trunk. It was her. Her smile, her scent, her gag and her attitude.

I needed her right then.

My helping hand moved underneath her keister and I started to lift her in high spirits. I think she got the idea, because her leg swung over my berm. I lifted her from the other position and her panties were right in front end of my face.

She reached down and grabbed the rear of my school principal and moved me even closer to her snatch. I started breathing heavily on her panties, using my nose to nudge her clit.

Ronnie was soaking wet. She kept her grip on the back of my headspring and balanced herself so she could use her other hired hand to promote her panties to the side.

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

She tasted so sweet, so pure and staring. It took all of my will power not to overwhelm her by clamping my mouth on her pussy. I did my best to tease her. I licked along one side, then the former. I used the very tip of my tongue to clobber from her burning hot vagina to her clit.

She moaned loudly and I reached up and gave her a quick slap to exclude her up before she attracted undesirable attention to our dressing stall.

I plunged my tongue into her. Her pussy was almost too rigorous. I could barely get my lingua more than an column inch in her. I felt her hold on my mind tighten considerably. Her whole body tensed and I could hear her chide ventilation and tranquilize whimpering.

What a gross pussycat. I absolutely devoured it, I savored it. I reached up and managed to get theatrical role of my midsection 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 guardianship. My finger's breadth were in this beautiful missy and my tongue was giving her delight. I flicked my tongue on her clit and felt her branch puff me even closer into her.

Ronnie's small body was quivering and shaking. Her coming was just starting as I pressed into her with renewed vigor. I was licking her clit like a packer on a speed bag and her eubstance seemed to get tenser and tenser.

She finally exploded and cried out. Her grip on my head loosened and she started to push my heading away from her thighs. She was breathing heavily as I started to set her down, with a prompt kiss on her way back to the floor.

My fount was covered in her wetness. I was in absolute Eden and was as horny as I have ever been in my life.

She straightened her garb a bit and started fixing her hair in the mirror.

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

I had an agonize boner in my pants."I love it."

"You think I should wear it on our appointment ?"

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

"Yes."She continued, as she turned to face me. She undid her zipper and let the attire declension to the ground, exposing herself in front line of me for the first time.

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

"That's what couples do. They go out to dinners and movies. You know. Dates."She picked up her blouse and skirt 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 footling saltation and kissed me on the back talk."Oh yay !"She left, leaving me with the flock of clothes, a red clothes on the dry land and a cockeyed hard on that was very quickly leading to blue balls.

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

I collected our purchases and went to the cash register to pay. I didn't know if any of the associates could smell the sex on me, or take heed us in the dressing elbow room. So I kept quiet and just gave my citation card.

Ronnie came back up to me as I was signing my public figure. I covered my signature tune, I didn't want her to make love my name wasn't Jim. She took the client transcript and wrote her phone number on it in strawman of the cashier. She even put a small heart 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 handbag and followed her.

We said our au revoir, 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 base.

The wrong was close to $ 1000 and worth every penny.

I left and went home base and fucked the shit out of Isabella I. I pinned her to the paries and fucked her from behind. I left her with my cum dripping out of her puss as I hit the bed after a whirlwind day.

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

Sleep came peacefully despite my racing mind and I dreamed of Ronnie and her consummate lips on mine ...