Chapter Two

"Oh God, I love riding you like this !"My beautiful fiance Isabella was seated on top of me, grinding her clitoris on my groyne. Her big, beautiful dark-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 greatest woman in the world. And she's all mine.

"God, yes."I did have intercourse how wet she got for me. She wasn't a water pistol, like you see in porn, 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 pocket and along the indoors my second joint. Afterwards we would need a full size bathtub 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 dense blond hair and then back down to her perfectly shaped C cup bosom. Pinching her tit 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 intimate desire I could take in. I was extremely lucky to cause such a ripe woman in my bed wearing the ring I had given her.

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

"You're the best babe. I love you."I loved the beginning of the trickle of juice that were coming out of her. The wet, soggy phone of our individual component slamming into each other. Our headboard was rhythmically beating against the wall.

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

"Ohhhh. God, infant. 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 catch up with her. Her ventilation in my ear was getting heavier and more than uneven. She let out a farseeing cry as I felt the offset Wave of her juices start drenching me.

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

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

She looked at me with her big, beautiful brown centre, 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, baby ? I want to score you cum …"

"Just don't … stop."The feel 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 started moving up and down on my hard shaft again. Her men pressed into my chest for support."Where do you want to cum ? Are you going to cum in me ? pass me your child ?"

That was Thomas More of a persona playacting game we played. She was on birth control, but we both had illusion of getting her pregnant.

I shook my capitulum as she started moving faster.

"You want to cum on my tits ? Is that what you like ?"She had perfect fucking pap, and when she said this she used both mitt to squeeze 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 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 peter and immediately took it in her sass. 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 cock tip in between her lip as I fired rope after rope 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 fall of cum from my deflating and raw cock.

She looked up at me, with my hawkshaw still in her backtalk 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 adjacent to me."Perfect way to start the day."

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

We laid there for a few instant. Trying to sort through the post-coital cloud nine to focus on the approaching day. It was a Lord's Day and a beautiful, if cold day at that. Just a few days before Christmas, this was the character of action that was keeping our stress degree low and our family relationship happy.

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 grade of a duad hours several calendar month ago. Who was that man who did that ? What sort 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 mixed bodily fluids wash off under the hot rain shower. I playfully slapped her ass, she kissed me and washed my back. When we got out we dressed. I was ready 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 have sex if she drops any speck 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 kinsfolk. Just need something suitable and not … horrible."

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

I groaned. The vibrator put-on started from my home 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 sort out machine and drove to the local plaza. needle say it was extremely packed, even at 10am on. Sun dayspring. It took me a few minutes to park and then a few transactions more to get hold Isabella. We shopped for a patch, stopped for a coffee and a Chinese massage.

After a patch, it was sentence for Isabella the Catholic to will. We were walking to the exit so I could see her to her car while I remained at the shopping centre to finish shopping.

That's when I heard it.

"Jim ! JIM ! !"I didn't twist around, as my gens wasn't Jim, but I recognized the voice. It was the voice of the monster inside me who reminded me of my piteous decisions."Uncle Jim ?"

Isabella and I turned together, and sure enough enough, there was Ronnie. Cute as ever. Not even 5 feet magniloquent, dressed in a short annulus with marvelous boots and a white push button down blouse. Her brownish 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 case. 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."Queen Isabella, 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 flush 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 interior were doing somersaults, my face was getting hot and my head was moving a thousand mil a minute.

"You simply must arrive to the wedding ! Give ‘ Uncle Jim'your destination and we'll send you an invitation !"distinctive Queen Isabella. Our $ 25,000 wedding budget had already been doubled and she was intent on everyone being there -- regardless of the connector to the bride and groom.

Ronnie squealed."I'd love that ! I love weddings !"She did a small 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 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 Lapp 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 happy !"She parried my sideways hug with a broad embracing. Mall consumers were glancing at us before resuming their frantic shopping."Should we get chocolate ?"

"coffee tree ?"I asked, as if I had no idea what that was. My mental capacity was failing me.

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

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

"You're getting married ! Gosh !"

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

"have you been to the Daily Grind ? They have the secure coffee tree here."

"Um, sure. 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 former with just a splash 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 herd shop. I sat side by side to her in case people overheard anything.

"So … I got to tell you. When we met …"Ronnie started, before looking around to ca-ca sure as shooting 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 jazz how to answer it. A yes meant that I wanted to do it again …

"Yes."

Her smiling grew even bigger and mine mirrored hers. I couldn't control myself around this young woman. Her cheek was so innocent, her body was so minuscule and tight and her attitude … 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 feel of guilt came roaring back.

She didn't say anything for a moment. We both thought back to the puddle 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 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 pocket-sized price to pay for what had happened.

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

"Do you need 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 adorable when she was remorseful.

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

Another moment of silence while we sipped our drinks.

"Your groom-to-be is very pretty."

This was awkward."Yes. Thank you."

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

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

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

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

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

I had gotten away with cheating on my perfect fiance with an underage girlfriend once … by the good will 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, snog her, show her the world.

The question was out of my oral fissure 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 unaired 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 track not."

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

We got up, and again Ronnie took my hand and took the tether. I loved watching her rosehip sway in her myopic bird and the kicking made her a skillful 3 inches taller. Every so often she would look back at me and smile and I would melt a little more.

We stopped in front of Forever 21 and she was positively airheaded, telling me what a great entrepot 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 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 control condition 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 check. We exited together and Ronnie leaned up and kissed me wax on the lips."Thank you !"

My pecker had never been harder.

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

It was our own"Pretty cleaning lady"moment.

The mall closes at 6, but at 5 we were still shopping. She would take a gang of clothes into the dressing elbow 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 chick to record me her ping step-in. She also tried to range my dick when she could. Acting like she was reaching for one of her bags, but it was just an excuse. Every clip she did it, she would take care at me with her brilliant smile to judge my reaction.

The sexual quiver was through the cap. I wanted her even more than I did at the syndicate. I had to induce 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 medical dressing room while she took her time getting dressed and modeling for me.

She poked her head out.

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

I was out of my prat in a hot mo. I looked for an companion in the stock, and after not seeing one walked into the dressing elbow room with her.

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

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

She looked at me with pure sex in her oculus. She sauntered over to me and kissed me on the backtalk. I took her little soundbox and pulled her closer to me, kissing her harder. The whole day of sexual frustration with her were coming to a peak.

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

She jumped into my limb, climbing me almost. Her chief was over mine and she took my face in her hands slobbered her kiss on me. I turned her around and pinned her against the wall. I could feel the rut from her pussy on me. She bit my lip and I turned her and pinned her against the other wall.

She brings out such love 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 dead body. It was her. Her smiling, her odor, her laugh and her attitude.

I needed her right then.

My helping hand moved underneath her rump and I started to lift her mellow. I think she got the mind, because her leg swung over my shoulder. I lifted her from the other side and her scanty were right in front of my face.

She reached down and grabbed the back of my oral sex and moved me even closer to her snatch. 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 head and balanced herself so she could use her other manus to push her scanty to the side.

I couldn't see much as my head 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 first time.

She tasted so sweet, so pure and perfect. It took all of my willpower not to flood out her by clamping my back talk on her kitty-cat. I did my Best to bug her. I licked along one side, then the early. I used the very tip of my tongue to solve from her burning hot vagina to her clit.

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

I plunged my tongue into her. Her slit was almost too tight. I could barely get my lingua more than an inch in her. I felt her traction on my head tighten considerably. Her whole body tensed and I could discover her ragged external respiration and quiet whimpering.

What a perfect pussy. I absolutely devoured it, I savored it. I reached up and managed to get region of my center fingerbreadth into her and she let out a squeal. I slapped her thigh again to shush her.

I couldn't breath, but I didn't aid. My fingers were in this beautiful girl and my tongue was giving her pleasure. I flicked my natural language on her clitoris and felt her legs wrench me even closer into her.

Ronnie's belittled body was quivering and shaking. Her sexual climax was just starting as I pressed into her with renewed vigor. I was licking her clitoris like a Boxer on a speed bag and her body seemed to get tenser and tenser.

She finally exploded and cried out. Her grip on my forefront loosened and she started to push my head away from her second joint. She was breathing heavily as I started to set her John L. H. Down, with a agile kiss on her way back to the floor.

My nerve was covered in her wetness. I was in absolute Eden and was as turned on 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 garb ?"She asked, nonchalantly, tucking her hair's-breadth 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 ?"

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

"Yes."She continued, as she turned to present me. She undid her zipper and let the clothes drop to the ground, exposing herself in front line of me for the first fourth dimension.

"You want to go on a day of the month ?"I was surprise my wit 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 chick and started putting them back on.

"Yeah. Of track. We can go on a date."I would say anything to this young lady. Absolutely anything.

She looked at me and beamed. She did her little jump and kissed me on the sassing."Oh yay !"She left, leaving me with the pile of clothes, a red dress on the ground and a ridiculous 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 zilch had happened.

I collected our purchase and went to the register to pay. I didn't know if any of the associate could smack the sex on me, or heard us in the dressing room. So I kept quiesce and just gave my credit entry card.

Ronnie came back up to me as I was signing my name. I covered my signature, I didn't want her to lie with my name wasn't Jim. She took the client written matter and wrote her phone number on it in battlefront of the cashier. She even put a little kernel over her"i ”.

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

I picked up our bags and followed her.

We said our au revoir, 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 match back up with them to go home.

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

I left and went home and fucked the shit out of Isabella the Catholic. 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 continue chasing and fucking her, could I ? I got away with it once … why would I take a chance it again ?

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