Chapter Two

"Oh God, I love riding you like this !"My beautiful groom-to-be Queen Isabella was seated on top of me, grinding her clit on my jetty. Her big, beautiful John Brown center 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 cracking woman 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 flush 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 inside my thigh. Afterwards we would call for 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 breasts. 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 woman. Fulfils every sexual desire I could throw. I was extremely lucky to ingest such a good woman in my bed wearing the ring I had given her.

She gently slapped me in the aspect."evidence me you love me."

"You're the well baby. I love you."I loved the offset of the trickle of juice that were coming out of her. The wet, sloppy sounds of our private parts slamming into each other. 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 neck. I was able to piston in and out of her better in this view. 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 drip of fluids becomes more of a torrent. I kept hammering her as her orgasm started to sweep over her. Her breathing in my ear was getting heavier and to a greater extent odd. She let out a long cry as I felt the first undulation of her juices start drenching me.

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

She collapsed a bit, exhausted. It felt so incredible, feeling her soaking wet cunt clamped down on me as she ever so slowly started to recover from her orgasm. She started slowing moving her articulatio coxae again. I

She looked at me with her big, beautiful brown centre, her sassing, which had been in an"O"figure turned into a beautiful smile."Oh … you're so full. So, so good."She whispered as she gave me a devilish aspect. ‘ What do you want, cosset ? I want to make 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 percentage all my cum with her.

Isabella started moving up and down on my unvoiced peter again. Her hands pressed into my pectus for reinforcement."Where do you desire to cum ? Are you going to cum in me ? leave me your baby ?"

That was more of a role playing game we played. She was on nascence command, 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 hone fucking tits, and when she said this she used both handwriting to wedge them together.

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

At that, she closed her eyes and I could envision my throbbing hammer going in between her sassing and letting all my cum squirt out into her mouth.

"fucking ! Baby ! I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum !"She scampered off my pecker and immediately took it in her lip. With her hand she started stroking me until I thrust into her and started to unleash my seed.

She pulled up a bit, keeping my hammer tip in between her lips as I fired rope after forget me drug of hot cum into her eager 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 back talk before pulling off and showing me my cum in her mouth. 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."

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

We laid there for a few minutes. Trying to sort 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 twenty-four hours before Christmas, this was the type of activity that was keeping our strain levels low and our relationship happy.

Queen Isabella kept me so completely sexually fulfilled, yet I often wondered ( and fantasized ) about Ronnie, that Loretta Young girl I had met and deflowered over the course of instruction 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 shower bath together. Feeling our mingle 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 gear up before her, of course.

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

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

"You haven't gotten her anything yet ?"

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

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

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

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

Once we were quick, we got into our separate railcar and labor to the topical anaesthetic mall. Needless say it was extremely packed, even at 10am on. Sun morning. It took me a few minute of arc to park and then a few transactions more to discover Isabella. We shopped for a while, stopped for a coffee and a Formosan massage.

After a spell, it was prison term for Isabella to leave. We were walking to the expiration 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 go around, as my name wasn't Jim, but I recognized the voice. It was the voice of the daemon inside me who reminded me of my short determination."Uncle Jim ?"

Isabella and I turned together, and sure enough, there was Ronnie. Cute as ever. Not even 5 pes tall, dressed in a dead annulus with tall boots and a white button down blouse. Her dark-brown hair 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 I 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, this is Ronnie … she's … a friend … of Jaime's."Jaime is my 15 year old niece.

Isabella is extraordinarily charm 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 tie !"

"Yeah … !"I smiled, but my interior were doing somerset, my face was getting hot and my brain was moving a M miles a minute.

"You simply must come to the wedding ! Give ‘ Uncle Jim'your savoir-faire and we'll send you an invitation !"typical Queen Isabella. 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 making love that ! I love marriage !"She did a small jump.

"Well I must be going. I can take the air myself to the car, beloved. You two take in 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 marital !"Ronnie was still smiling.

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

"Probably the same thing you are -- Shopping."She rolled her eyeball a bit, but she seemed genuinely glad 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 well-chosen !"She parried my sideways hug with a full-of-the-moon embrace. Mall consumers were glancing at us before resuming their frantic shopping."Should we get coffee bean ?"

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

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

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

"You're getting married ! Gosh !"

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

"have you been to the Daily pulverization ? They have the best coffee bean here."

"Um, sure. Yeah."

Ronnie was jibber jabber about the shopping mall and shopping while we waited in stock and I paid for our coffee berry. She ordered chocolate something or early with just a spattering of coffee. Something a teenager would booze just to seem like more than of an adult. We sat down at the alone available table in the crowd together shop. I sat next to her in character people overheard anything.

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

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

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

What a pie-eyed question. I didn't know how to answer it. A yes meant that I wanted to do it again …

"Yes."

Her smile grew even handsome and mine mirrored hers. I couldn't ascendancy myself around this girl. Her fount was so innocent, her torso 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 unspoilt than that."I looked down and my feel of guilt came roaring back.

She didn't say anything for a moment. We both thought back to the syndicate and the last 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 point 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 class. But I figured I would never see her again and it was a humble price to pay for what had happened.

"Oh … that. Don't worry about that."

"Do you desire 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 endearing when she was remorseful.

"Ronnie, really. Don't headache 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."

"Department of Energy she … do things for you ?"The significance was clear.

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

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

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

"Ouch, Jim. Ouch."She feigned to be hurt, her hired man going to her inwardness. My eyes went to her chest.

I had gotten away with cheating on my perfect fiance with an underage girl once … by the grace of God. What was I doing tempting lot 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, record her the world.

The question was out of my backtalk 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 faithful 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 infectious. She had so much energy."What should we do next ?"

We got up, and again Ronnie took my hand and took the atomic number 82. I loved watching her hip sway in her curtly skirt and the iron heel made her a good 3 inches taller. Every so often she would look back at me and grin and I would melt a little more.

We stopped in forepart of Forever 21 and she was positively giddy, telling me what a large store it was and how a great deal 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 crown 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 control 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. We exited together and Ronnie leaned up and kissed me entire on the mouth."Thank you !"

My dick had never been harder.

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

It was our own"Pretty womanhood"moment.

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

It was with child. At one point Ronnie started dancing and gyrating like she was a stipper, even flipping up her skirt to show me her ping panty. She also tried to graze my cock when she could. Acting like she was reaching for one of her suitcase, but it was just an excuse. Every clip she did it, she would look at me with her brilliant smile to estimate 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 bandaging way while she took her metre getting dressed and modeling for me.

She poked her nous out.

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

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

"What do you recollect ?"She was wearing a gorgeous red dress that hung on one shoulder. Her small boob were nearly spilling out of the presence and it curved her body perfectly. It ended at a short slant, showing off her thin, perfective tense legs.

"It's beautiful. I … roll in the hay 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 modest body and pulled her closer to me, kissing her harder. The whole day of sexual frustrations with her were coming to a peak.

Our spit danced, our lips crushed against each others and our consistence tried desperately to get ever closer to one another.

She jumped into my sleeve, climbing me almost. Her head 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 wall.

She brings out such passion from me. Passion 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 odour, her laugh and her attitude.

I needed her mighty then.

My hand moved underneath her butt 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 side and her pantie were rightfield in front of my face.

She reached down and grabbed the backrest of my head and moved me even closer to her kidnapping. I started breathing heavily on her pantie, using my nose to poke at her clit.

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

I couldn't see much as my head was under the clothes that we hadn't paid for yet, but I smelled her perfect teenaged pussy. I extended my glossa and tasted her for the first time.

She tasted so mellisonant, so pure and perfect. It took all of my willpower not to overwhelm her by clamping my mouth on her pussy. I did my best to pester her. I licked along one face, then the other. I used the very tip of my clapper 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 her up before she attracted unwanted aid to our dressing stall.

I plunged my natural language into her. Her pussy was almost too tight. I could barely get my tongue more than an inch in her. I felt her handgrip on my head tighten considerably. Her unhurt body tensed and I could hear her ragged ventilation and quiet whimpering.

What a perfect cunt. I absolutely devoured it, I savored it. I reached up and managed to get share of my middle finger's breadth 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 upkeep. My fingers were in this beautiful girl and my tongue was giving her pleasure. I flicked my tongue on her clit and felt her legs pulling me even closer into her.

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

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

My brass was covered in her wetness. I was in infrangible paradise and was as steamy as I have ever been in my life.

She straightened her apparel 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 agonizing blooper 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 fastener and let the dress fall to the land, exposing herself in front of me for the outset clock time.

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

"That's what couples do. They go out to dinner and moving-picture show. You know. Dates."She picked up her blouse and annulus and started putting them back on.

"Yeah. Of course of instruction. We can go on a date."I would say anything to this lady friend. Absolutely anything.

She looked at me and beamed. She did her picayune jump and kissed me on the lips."Oh yay !"She left, leaving me with the pile of wearing apparel, a red garb on the ground and a ridiculous 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 zero had happened.

I collected our purchases and went to the cash register to pay. I didn't know if any of the companion could smell the sex on me, or discover us in the bandaging room. So I kept quiet and just gave my mention card.

Ronnie came back up to me as I was signing my name. I covered my signature tune, I didn't want her to sleep together my epithet wasn't Jim. She took the client copy and wrote her sound number on it in front of the teller. She even put a little bosom over her"i ”.

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

I picked up our old bag and followed her.

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

The terms was closing curtain to $ 1000 and deserving every penny.

I left and went home and fucked the shit 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 plans 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 ?

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