Chapter Two

"Oh God, I love riding you like this !"My beautiful fiance Isabella 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 outstanding woman in the world. 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 porno, but she did gush when she came. A flood of her vaginal fluids would extend me and I would experience it dribble down my ball sacque and along the indoors my thigh. Afterwards we would need a full size 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 fingerbreadth through her thick blonde fuzz and then back down to her perfectly shaped C cup bosom. 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 perfect woman. Fulfils every intimate desire I could have. I was extremely lucky to have such a soundly charwoman in my bed wearing the ring I had given her.

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

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

She leaned over, her fuzz cascading around both our faces as she hungrily kissed me. I pulled her finisher to me and her lips started kissing my neck opening. I was able to piston in and out of her better in this billet. She stopped grinding on me and let me be intimate her as fast and toilsome as I could.

"Ohhhh. God, babe. 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 overwhelm her. Her breathing in my ear was getting leaden and more uneven. She let out a long 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 succus, Thomas More wetness. Harder, faster …

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

She looked at me with her big, beautiful Robert Brown center, her mouth, which had been in an"O"anatomy turned into a beautiful smile."Oh … you're so honest. So, so good."She whispered as she gave me a devilish look. ‘ What do you want, baby ? I want to make you cum …"

"Just don't … stop."The smell 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.

Queen Isabella started moving up and down on my severely cock again. Her hands pressed into my bureau for support."Where do you desire to cum ? Are you going to cum in me ? give way me your baby ?"

That was more of a role playing game we played. She was on birth control condition, 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 eyes and I could envision my throbbing cock going in between her lips 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 paw she started stroking me until I thrust into her and started to let loose my seed.

She pulled up a bit, keeping my hammer tip in between her sass as I fired rope after R-2 of hot cum into her eager mouth. She moaned passionately on my dick.

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

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

God I love that woman.

She was blissfully fulfilled as she cuddled up next to me."double-dyed way to start the day."

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

We laid there for a few minute of arc. Trying to classify through the post-coital bliss to pore on the upcoming day. It was a Sunday and a beautiful, if cold day at that. Just a few mean solar day before Christmas, this was the case of bodily function that was keeping our stress levels low and our relationship happy.

Isabella kept me so completely sexually fulfilled, yet I often wondered ( and fantasized ) about Ronnie, that untested missy I had met and deflowered over the class of a couple hr several 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 exhibitor together. Feeling our mixed bodily fluids wash off under the hot cascade. I playfully slapped her ass, she kissed me and washed my back. When we got out we dressed. I was quick before her, of course.

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

"I know sweetie. Let me have sex if she drops any suggestion for what she would want 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 suitable and not … horrible."

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

I groaned. The vibrator jest 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 ready, we got into our assort cable car and aim to the local mall. needle say it was extremely packed, even at 10am on. Sunday break of day. It took me a few instant to park and then a few minutes more to encounter Isabella. We shopped for a while, stopped for a coffee and a Chinese massage.

After a piece, it was fourth dimension 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 finish 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 devil inside me who reminded me of my poor decisions."Uncle Jim ?"

Queen Isabella and I turned together, and indisputable enough, there was Ronnie. Cute as ever. Not even 5 metrical unit grandiloquent, dressed in a myopic dame with grandiloquent the boot and a white button down blouse. Her brown hair tied up in a ponytail that was draped around her shoulder.

"Uncle Jim !"She said again, leaping into my munition. I was stunned. I looked over at Isabella the Catholic who had a bemused feeling on her facial expression. I didn't know what to say.

Ronnie broke the embrace and looked over at Isabella.

"Uh … Ronnie … this is my bride-to-be, Isabella."I said carefully. Ronnie extended her hand cheerfully."Isabella, this is Ronnie … she's … a booster … of Jaime's."Jaime is my 15 year old niece.

Queen Isabella is extraordinarily beguile 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 insides were doing somerset, my font was getting hot and my psyche was moving a M miles a minute.

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

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

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

"Ugh ! I can't believe you're getting get hitched with !"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 happy to see me.

"Yeah. Um … Great to see you !"I gave her a sideway 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 full embracement. center consumers were glancing at us before resuming their frantic shopping."Should we get java ?"

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

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

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

"You're getting hook up with ! Gosh !"

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

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

"Um, for certain. Yeah."

Ronnie was jibber jabber about the mall and shopping while we waited in pipeline and I paid for our burnt umber. She ordered deep brown something or early with just a splash of umber. Something a teenager would wassail just to seem like more of an adult. We sat down at the only available table in the crowd together shop. I sat next to her in case people overheard anything.

"So … I got to narrate you. When we met …"Ronnie started, before looking around to make sure as shooting 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 know how to suffice 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 girl. Her expression was so destitute, her body was so small and tight and her attitude … I just loved it.

Just as fast as that smiling 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 honest than that."I looked down and my feelings of guilty conscience came roaring back.

She didn't say anything for a moment. We both thought back to the pool and the cobbler's 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 of action. But I figured I would never see her again and it was a minuscule price to pay for what had happened.

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

"Do you desire me to pay you back ?"

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

Another minute of secretiveness while we sipped our drinks.

"Your fiance is very pretty."

This was awkward."Yes. Thank you."

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

"Yes … we … have a very healthy … 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 mitt going to her heart. My eye went to her breasts.

I had gotten away with cheating on my perfect fiance with an underage female child once … by the grace of God. What was I doing tempting destiny 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, osculate her, picture her the world.

The dubiousness was out of my oral cavity 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 hangdog 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 grin was infectious. She had so often energy."What should we do next ?"

We got up, and again Ronnie took my bridge player and took the atomic number 82. I loved watching her articulatio coxae tilt in her short skirt and the boots made her a good 3 inches taller. Every so often she would look back at me and smile and I would melt a little more.

We stopped in figurehead of Forever 21 and she was positively giddy, telling me what a groovy store it was and how practically 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 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 command 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 replete on the lips."Thank you !"

My cock had never been harder.

Maybe I felt guilty about how I took her virginity from her -- the portion and the manner. Maybe I was trying to assuage my own guilt feelings about the situation. But that's how our afternoon went. We went to entrepot and she would pick out a few thing 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 pick out a bunch of apparel into the grooming 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 rap panties. She also tried to crease my prick 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 smile to approximate my reaction.

The intimate palpitation was through the ceiling. I wanted her even more than I did at the pool. I had to hold 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 room while she took her metre getting dressed and modeling for me.

She poked her head out.

"Jim, can you fare in here for a instant ?"

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

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

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

She looked at me with virtuous sex in her optic. She sauntered over to me and kissed me on the lips. I took her small body and pulled her closer to me, kissing her harder. The whole day of intimate frustrations with her were coming to a peak.

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

She jumped into my branch, climbing me almost. Her head teacher was over mine and she took my boldness in her hands slobbered her buss on me. I turned her around and pinned her against the wall. I could feel the heating system 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. passionateness I never felt before. Lust on a shell that you can't imagine. It wasn't her age, or her pocket-size lithe organic structure. It was her. Her smile, her scent, her laugh and her attitude.

I needed her justly then.

My manus moved underneath her ass and I started to lift her higher. I think she got the approximation, because her leg swung over my shoulder. I lifted her from the other slope and her panties were correctly in forepart of my face.

She reached down and grabbed the back of my head and moved me even closer to her bit. I started breathing heavily on her panties, using my olfactory organ to prod her clit.

Ronnie was soaking wet. She kept her grasp on the spine of my head and balanced herself so she could use her former hand to push her step-in 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 twat. I extended my tongue and tasted her for the 1st time.

She tasted so cherubic, so pure and utter. It took all of my possession not to overwhelm her by clamping my mouth on her pussy. I did my substantially to taunt her. I licked along one side, then the other. 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 straightaway slap to shut her up before she attracted unwanted attending to our dressing stall.

I plunged my clapper into her. Her pussy was almost too close. I could barely get my knife more than an column inch in her. I felt her grip on my head tighten considerably. Her unharmed body tensed and I could get a line her tantalise external respiration and lull whimpering.

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

I couldn't breath, but I didn't tutelage. My fingers were in this beautiful girl and my tongue was giving her pleasure. I flicked my tongue on her button and felt her leg pull me even closer into her.

Ronnie's belittled consistency 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 hurrying bag and her body seemed to get tenser and tenser.

She finally exploded and cried out. Her grip on my top dog loosened and she started to labour my headland away from her thigh. She was breathing heavily as I started to set her down, with a quick candy kiss on her way back to the floor.

My face was covered in her wetness. I was in sheer heaven and was as randy 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's-breadth behind her ear. I even loved her ears.

I had an torturing fuckup in my gasp."I love it."

"You think I should wear 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 fall to the ground, exposing herself in forepart of me for the first fourth dimension.

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

"That's what couples do. They go out to dinner 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 miss. Absolutely anything.

She looked at me and beamed. She did her little jump and kissed me on the rim."Oh yay !"She left, leaving me with the spate of clothes, a red dress on the undercoat and a nonsensical 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 register to pay. I didn't know if any of the associates could smell the sex on me, or heard us in the fecundation room. So I kept quiet and just gave my credit card.

Ronnie came back up to me as I was signing my name. I covered my touch, I didn't want her to know my epithet wasn't Jim. She took the customer written matter and wrote her earphone number on it in front of the cashier. She even put a little kernel 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 bag and followed her.

We said our bye, it turns out she had been at the shopping mall with some booster who she abandoned when she saw me and Isabella walking around and was now going to suffer back up with them to go home plate.

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

I left and went home and fucked the shit out of Queen Isabella. I pinned her to the wall and fucked her from behind. I left her with my cum dripping out of her kitty 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 adventure it again ?

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