Chapter Two

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

I have the peachy adult female in the populace. And she's all mine.

"God, yes."I did love how wet she got for me. She wasn't a water pistol, like you see in pornos, but she did gush when she came. A alluvion of her vaginal fluids would brood me and I would feel it drip down my ball sack and along the inside my second joint. Afterwards we would need a full size bath towel to strip 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's breadth through her boneheaded blonde hair and then back down to her perfectly shaped C cup breasts. Pinching her nipples and getting them even harder.

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

She is the consummate woman. Fulfils every sexual desire I could have. I was extremely favourable to make such a good cleaning woman in my bed wearing the annulus I had given her.

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

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

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

"Ohhhh. God, sister. I'm going to cum ! !"This is when that drip of fluids becomes more of a flood. I kept hammering her as her orgasm started to overtake her. Her ventilation in my ear was getting laborious and more uneven. She let out a farseeing cry as I felt the first wave of her juices start drenching me.

I kept it up. Harder and faster into her from underneath. more juices, Sir 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 orgasm. She started slowing moving her hips again. I

She looked at me with her big, beautiful brown centre, her mouth, which had been in an"O"human body turned into a beautiful grinning."Oh … you're so good. So, so good."She whispered as she gave me a mephistophelean look. ‘ What do you want, indulge ? I want to take a shit you cum …"

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

Isabella started moving up and down on my difficult cock again. Her workforce pressed into my chest for support."Where do you want to cum ? Are you going to cum in me ? Give me your sister ?"

That was more than of a role acting biz we played. She was on birth ascendence, but we both had fantasy of getting her pregnant.

I shook my head as she started moving faster.

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

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

At that, she closed her eye and I could foresee my throbbing cock going in between her lips and letting all my cum spurt out into her mouth.

"screwing ! 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 paw she started stroking me until I thrust into her and started to loose my seed.

She pulled up a bit, keeping my shaft tip in between her lips as I fired roofy after rope of hot cum into her eager back talk. She moaned passionately on my dick.

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

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

God I love that woman.

She was blissfully fulfilled as she cuddled up future to me."perfect tense way to start the day."

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

We laid there for a few second. Trying to screen out through the post-coital blissfulness to focalize on the upcoming day. It was a Sunday and a beautiful, if cold day at that. Just a few twenty-four hour period before Christmastime, this was the type of activity that was keeping our stress levels low and our relationship happy.

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

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

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

"I know sweetie. Let me jazz if she drops any hints for what she would require 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 ‘ neck massager'you got your niece last year ?"She said, laughing from the bathroom.

I groaned. The vibrator jokes started from my kinsperson immediately upon my 15 year 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 ready, we got into our separate railcar and force back to the topical anaesthetic plaza. acerate leaf say it was extremely packed, even at 10am on. Billy Sunday morning. It took me a few transactions to park and then a few minutes more to ascertain Isabella the Catholic. We shopped for a while, stopped for a coffee and a Chinese massage.

After a while, it was time for Isabella to leave. We were walking to the exit so I could escort her to her car while I remained at the shopping mall to wind 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 pitiful decision."Uncle Jim ?"

Isabella the Catholic and I turned together, and trusted enough, there was Ronnie. Cute as ever. Not even 5 groundwork grandiloquent, dressed in a short skirt with tall the boot and a Edward White button down blouse. Her brownness hairsbreadth tied up in a ponytail that was draped around her shoulder.

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

Ronnie broke the bosom and looked over at Isabella.

"Uh … Ronnie … this is my fiancee, Isabella."I said carefully. Ronnie extended her hand cheerfully."Isabella, this is Ronnie … she's … a friend … of Jaime's."Jaime is my 15 yr old niece.

Isabella is extraordinarily charming and took Ronnie's script 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 inside were doing summerset, my face was getting hot and my learning ability was moving a thousand miles a minute.

"You simply must come to the wedding party ! give ‘ Uncle Jim'your 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 bride and groom.

Ronnie squealed."I'd making love that ! I love wedding ceremony !"She did a small jump.

"well I must be going. I can take the air myself to the car, beloved. You two catch 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 same thing you are -- Shopping."She rolled her eyes a bit, but she seemed genuinely gladiola to see me.

"Yeah. Um … Great to see you !"I gave her a sidewise 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 broad bosom. Mall consumers were glancing at us before resuming their frantic shopping."Should we get coffee ?"

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

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

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

"You're getting marital ! Gosh !"

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

"Have you been to the Daily swot ? They have the dear coffee here."

"Um, certainly. Yeah."

Ronnie was jibber jabbering about the mall and shopping while we waited in line and I paid for our coffees. She ordered chocolate something or other with just a splashing of umber. Something a teenager would drink just to look like more of an adult. We sat down at the only available tabular array in the crowded shop. I sat future to her in grammatical case people overheard anything.

"So … I got to separate you. When we met …"Ronnie started, before looking around to make surely 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 doubtfulness. I didn't know how to serve it. A yes meant that I wanted to do it again …

"Yes."

Her smile grew even bigger and mine mirrored hers. I couldn't control myself around this girl. Her face was so innocent, her trunk was so little and wet and her posture … I just loved it.

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

I was feeling her feeling. 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 pool and the last few minutes 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 count 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 minuscule cost to pay for what had happened.

"Oh … that. Don't worry about that."

"Do you require me to pay you back ?"

"No … no. It was … a gift."It wasn't a gift at all, the little thief 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 worry about it."I waved her off.

Another bit of silence while we sipped our drinks.

"Your fiance is very pretty."

This was awkward."Yes. Thank you."

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

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

She grinned her goofy smiling."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 mettle. My eyes went to her white meat.

I had gotten away with cheating on my perfect fiance with an underage fille once … by the saving grace of God. What was I doing tempting fate 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, kiss her, show her the world.

The inquiry 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 job for us ?"Again, she implied this was something … more. Scary.

"No, of class not."

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

We got up, and again Ronnie took my hand and took the leash. I loved watching her hips rock in her short skirt and the boots made her a good 3 inch taller. Every so often she would look back at me and grinning and I would mellow out a little more.

We stopped in front of Forever 21 and she was positively giddy, 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 clause of clothing 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 often, I insisted on buying it. I took it from her and marched to the check. We exited together and Ronnie leaned up and kissed me full on the rim."Thank you !"

My dick had never been harder.

Maybe I felt guilty about how I took her virginity from her -- the condition and the style. Maybe I was trying to placate my own guilt about the billet. 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 Woman"moment.

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

It was large. At one point Ronnie started dancing and gyrating like she was a stipper, even flipping up her skirt to usher me her garden pink pantie. She also tried to graze my dick when she could. Acting like she was reaching for one of her bags, but it was just an alibi. Every prison term she did it, she would look at me with her brilliant smile to approximate my reaction.

The sexual 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 elbow room while she took her time getting dressed and modeling for me.

She poked her psyche out.

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

I was out of my stern in a hot second. I looked for an associate in the store, and after not seeing one walked into the stuffing room with her.

"What do you believe ?"She was wearing a gorgeous red dress that hung on one shoulder joint. Her small breasts were nearly spilling out of the front and it curved her consistency perfectly. It ended at a short pitch, showing off her melt off, perfective tense legs.

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

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

Our tongues danced, our sassing crushed against each others and our organic structure tried desperately to get ever closer to one another.

She jumped into my arms, 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 find the heat from her slit on me. She bit my lip and I turned her and pinned her against the early wall.

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

I needed her properly then.

My hand moved underneath her butt joint and I started to arise her higher. I think she got the melodic theme, because her leg swung over my shoulder. I lifted her from the other English and her panties were right in front of my face.

She reached down and grabbed the rear of my top dog and moved me even closer to her twat. I started breathing heavily on her panty, using my nozzle to nudge her clit.

Ronnie was soaking wet. She kept her grip on the cover of my head and balanced herself so she could use her early hand to push her pantie to the side.

I couldn't see much as my headland was under the dress that we hadn't paid for yet, but I smelled her perfective tense teenage snatch. I extended my tongue and tasted her for the low time.

She tasted so confection, so pure and perfect. It took all of my self-will not to overpower her by clamping my mouth on her pussy. I did my best to tantalise her. I licked along one side, then the former. I used the very tip of my knife to work from her burning hot vagina to her clit.

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

I plunged my clapper into her. Her pussy was almost too tight. I could barely get my tongue more than an inch in her. I felt her grip on my forefront tighten considerably. Her unit body tensed and I could hear her rile external respiration and placid whimpering.

What a double-dyed kitty-cat. I absolutely devoured it, I savored it. I reached up and managed to get part of my centre 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 care. My fingers were in this beautiful girl and my tongue was giving her pleasure. I flicked my tongue on her clit and felt her branch pull me even closer into her.

Ronnie's belittled trunk was quivering and shaking. Her orgasm was just starting as I pressed into her with renewed zip. I was licking her clit like a bagger on a speed bag and her physical structure seemed to get tenser and tenser.

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

My face was covered in her wetness. I was in absolute Shangri-la and was as horny as I have ever been in my life.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."She continued, as she turned to face me. She undid her zip and let the dress downfall to the ground, exposing herself in strawman of me for the firstly time.

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

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

"Yeah. Of form. 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 jump and kissed me on the rim."Oh yay !"She left, leaving me with the passel of clothes, a red dress on the reason and a absurd 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 leverage and went to the register to pay. I didn't know if any of the associates could smell the sex on me, or heard us in the dressing elbow room. So I kept quiet and just gave my credit card.

Ronnie came back up to me as I was signing my gens. I covered my signature, I didn't want her to know my name wasn't Jim. She took the customer transcript and wrote her headphone number on it in front end of the teller. She even put a trivial heart over her"i ”.

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

I picked up our bagful and followed her.

We said our good-bye, it turns out she had been at the mall with some Quaker who she abandoned when she saw me and Isabella walking around and was now going to meet back up with them to go home base.

The equipment casualty was close to $ 1000 and worth every penny.

I left and went dwelling and fucked the damn out of 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 design were with her. I couldn't really keep chasing and fucking her, could I ? I got away with it once … why would I risk it again ?

slumber came peacefully despite my racing judgement and I dreamed of Ronnie and her perfect lips on mine ...