Chapter Two

"Oh God, I love riding you like this !"My beautiful fiance Isabella the Catholic was seated on top of me, grinding her clit 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 majuscule 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 porn, but she did ebullition when she came. A torrent of her vaginal fluids would underwrite me and I would finger it drip down my egg firing and along the inside my thighs. Afterwards we would involve a full moon size bathroom 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 hairsbreadth and then back down to her perfectly shaped C cup white meat. Pinching her nipple 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 complete adult female. Fulfils every sexual desire I could ingest. I was extremely favourable to induce such a upright adult female in my bed wearing the ring I had given her.

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

"You're the best sister. I love you."I loved the beginning of the trickle of juices that were coming out of her. The wet, swampy strait of our private parts slamming into each early. Our headboard was rhythmically beating against the wall.

She leaned over, her whisker cascading around both our faces as she hungrily kissed me. I pulled her closer to me and her lips started kissing my cervix. I was able-bodied to piston in and out of her better in this stance. 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 trickle of fluids becomes more of a photoflood. I kept hammering her as her orgasm started to sweep over her. Her external respiration in my ear was getting backbreaking and more than uneven. She let out a recollective cry as I felt the inaugural wave of her juice start drenching me.

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

She collapsed a bit, exhausted. It felt so unbelievable, feeling her soaking wet snatch clamped down on me as she ever so slowly started to convalesce from her sexual climax. She started slowing moving her pelvic arch again. I

She looked at me with her big, beautiful embrown optic, her back talk, which had been in an"O"Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe turned into a beautiful grinning."Oh … you're so good. So, so good."She whispered as she gave me a rascally look. ‘ What do you want, baby ? I want to relieve oneself you cum …"

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

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

That was more of a role playing game we played. She was on birth restraint, 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 work force to squeeze them together.

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

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

"fuck ! babe ! I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum !"She scampered off my hammer and immediately took it in her mouth. With her bridge player she started stroking me until I thrust into her and started to let loose my seed.

She pulled up a bit, keeping my cock tip in between her lips as I fired rope after roach 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 last drop of cum from my deflating and sensitive cock.

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

God I love that woman.

She was blissfully fulfilled as she cuddled up next to me."pure way to embark on the day."

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

We laid there for a few minutes. Trying to sieve through the post-coital seventh heaven to focus on the upcoming day. It was a Sunday and a beautiful, if frigidity day at that. Just a few days before Noel, this was the type of bodily process that was keeping our stress levels low and our relationship happy.

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

Slowly, my bride-to-be and I got up and took a shower 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 set up before her, of course.

"Don't forget I'm having lunch 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 desire for Christmas."I said.

"You haven't gotten her anything yet ?"

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

"Like the ‘ neck massager'you got your niece shoemaker's last year ?"She said, laughing from the bathroom.

I groaned. The vibrator jokes started from my sept 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 ready, we got into our sort out cars and drove to the local mall. needle say it was extremely packed, even at 10am on. Sun sunrise. It took me a few min to park and then a few minutes more to find Isabella. We shopped for a spell, stopped for a coffee and a Formosan massage.

After a spell, it was clip for Isabella the Catholic to leave. We were walking to the loss so I could escort her to her car while I remained at the mall to finish shopping.

That's when I heard it.

"Jim ! JIM ! !"I didn't play around, as my epithet wasn't Jim, but I recognized the voice. It was the voice of the demon inside me who reminded me of my pitiful 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 forgetful skirt with marvellous rush and a white button down blouse. Her chocolate-brown fuzz 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 Queen 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 hand cheerfully."Isabella the Catholic, this is Ronnie … she's … a friend … of Jaime's."Jaime is my 15 year old niece.

Isabella the Catholic is extraordinarily fascinate 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 splice !"

"Yeah … !"I smiled, but my insides were doing somersaulting, my face was getting hot and my brain was moving a chiliad geographical mile a minute.

"You simply must come to the nuptials ! spring ‘ Uncle Jim'your savoir-faire 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 association to the Saint Bridget and groom.

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

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

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

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

"Probably the Lapplander 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 sidewise hug.

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

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

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

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

"You're getting married ! Gosh !"

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

"Have you been to the Daily Grind ? They have the best deep brown here."

"Um, sure. Yeah."

Ronnie was jibber jabbering about the mall and shopping while we waited in rail line and I paid for our coffees. She ordered drinking chocolate something or other with just a splash of coffee bean. Something a stripling would drink just to seem like more of an adult. We sat down at the only useable tabular array in the crowded shop. I sat succeeding to her in pillow slip people overheard anything.

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

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

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

What a loaded question. I didn't know 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 ascendence myself around this missy. Her boldness was so ingenuous, her consistency was so little and close and her position … I just loved it.

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

I was feeling her tactual sensation. 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 intuitive feeling of guilt came roaring back.

She didn't say anything for a moment. We both thought back to the pool and the last few instant 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 reckon 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 grade. But I figured I would never see her again and it was a small price to pay for what had happened.

"Oh … that. Don't vexation 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 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 instant of silence while we sipped our drinks.

"Your fiance is very pretty."

This was awkward."Yes. Thank you."

"Energy Department she … do affair for you ?"The implication was clear.

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

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

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

"Ouch, Jim. Ouch."She feigned to be hurt, her bridge player going to her fondness. My eyes went to her breasts.

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

The question was out of my rima oris 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 shamed 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 not."

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

We got up, and again Ronnie took my hand and took the tether. I loved watching her coxa sway in her poor chick and the kick made her a good 3 inches taller. Every so often she would look back at me and smile and I would melt a niggling more.

We stopped in straw man of Forever 21 and she was positively giddy, telling me what a great computer storage it was and how much she loved it. We went inside and she immediately started browsing and asking my popular 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 mastery myself with her.

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

My dick had never been harder.

Maybe I felt guilty about how I took her virginity from her -- the destiny and the manner. Maybe I was trying to alleviate my own guilty conscience about the situation. But that's how our afternoon went. We went to store 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 rent a cluster of clothes into the dressing room and hail out and model for me.

It was great. At one detail Ronnie started dancing and gyrating like she was a stipper, even flipping up her bird to show me her pink panties. 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 excuse. Every time she did it, she would search at me with her brilliant grinning to gauge my reaction.

The sexual shaking was through the cap. I wanted her even more than I did at the pond. I had to cause 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 straits out.

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

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

"What do you recollect ?"She was wearing a gorgeous red attire that hung on one berm. Her small tit were nearly spilling out of the figurehead and it curved her consistency perfectly. It ended at a shortly slant, showing off her melt off, 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 lips. I took her belittled torso and pulled her finisher to me, kissing her harder. The whole day of sexual frustrations with her were coming to a peak.

Our tongue danced, our rim crushed against each others and our bodies tried desperately to get ever close to one another.

She jumped into my arms, climbing me almost. Her head was over mine and she took my face in her hands slobbered her osculation 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 wall.

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

I needed her right then.

My hand moved underneath her rear end and I started to lift her higher. I think she got the idea, because her leg swung over my berm. I lifted her from the other English and her panty were right on in front of my face.

She reached down and grabbed the back of my straits and moved me even closer to her kidnapping. I started breathing heavily on her scanty, using my nose to nudge her clit.

Ronnie was soaking wet. She kept her grip on the book binding of my head and balanced herself so she could use her other hired man to labor her step-in to the side.

I couldn't see much as my point was under the apparel that we hadn't paid for yet, but I smelled her unadulterated 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 self-control not to overwhelm her by clamping my mouth on her pussycat. I did my best to razz her. I licked along one position, then the early. I used the very tip of my tongue to lick from her burning hot vagina to her clit.

She moaned loudly and I reached up and gave her a quick smack to shut out her up before she attracted unwanted attention to our dressing stall.

I plunged my spit into her. Her pussy was almost too sloshed. I could barely get my glossa More than an inch in her. I felt her grip on my drumhead tighten considerably. Her solid body tensed and I could see her ragged breathing and quiet whimpering.

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

I couldn't breath, but I didn't maintenance. My digit were in this beautiful girl and my tongue was giving her pleasure. I flicked my knife on her clit and felt her legs pull me even closer into her.

Ronnie's small body was quivering and shaking. Her orgasm was just starting as I pressed into her with renewed energy. I was licking her clit like a pugilist on a fastness bag and her body seemed to get tenser and tenser.

She finally exploded and cried out. Her handle on my promontory loosened and she started to advertise my caput away from her thigh. She was breathing heavily as I started to set her down feather, with a spry osculation on her way back to the floor.

My face was covered in her wetness. I was in absolute promised land and was as turned on as I have ever been in my life.

She straightened her apparel a bit and started fixing her whisker 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 agonizing boner in my pants."I love it."

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

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

"Yes."She continued, as she turned to face me. She undid her zip and let the dress fall to the ground, exposing herself in nominal head of me for the first clip.

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

"That's what dyad do. They go out to dinners and picture show. 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 piffling jumping and kissed me on the lips."Oh yay !"She left, leaving me with the pile of apparel, a red dress on the reason and a ridiculous hard on that was very quickly leading to blue balls.

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

I collected our purchases and went to the register to pay. I didn't know if any of the associates could smack the sex on me, or heard us in the grooming elbow room. So I kept placidity and just gave my credit card.

Ronnie came back up to me as I was signing my name. I covered my signature, I didn't want her to experience my name wasn't Jim. She took the client written matter and wrote her phone identification number on it in front of the cashier. She even put a small 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 handbag and followed her.

We said our goodby, it turns out she had been at the center 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 home.

The damage was closemouthed to $ 1000 and Worth every penny.

I left and went rest home and fucked the diddlyshit 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 pussy as I hit the bed after a whirlwind day.

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

eternal sleep came peacefully despite my racing mind and I dreamed of Ronnie and her perfect lips on mine ...