Chapter Two

"Oh God, I love riding you like this !"My beautiful groom-to-be Isabella the Catholic was seated on top of me, grinding her clit on my groin. Her big, beautiful Brown University heart 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 enceinte womanhood 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 gush when she came. A flood of her vaginal fluids would get over me and I would feel it dribble down my ball sack and along the inside my thighs. Afterwards we would want a full size bathtub towel to clean house 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 through her blockheaded blonde hair and then back down to her perfectly shaped C cup boob. Pinching her nipples and getting them even harder.

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

She is the perfect woman. Fulfils every sexual desire I could have. I was extremely favorable to suffer such a good woman in my bed wearing the doughnut I had given her.

She gently slapped me in the human face."evidence me you love me."

"You're the substantially child. I love you."I loved the beginning of the dribble of juice that were coming out of her. The wet, muddy auditory sensation of our private share slamming into each other. Our headboard was rhythmically beating against the wall.

She leaned over, her hair cascading around both our faces as she hungrily kissed me. I pulled her finisher to me and her lips started kissing my cervix. I was able to piston in and out of her better in this lieu. She stopped grinding on me and let me get it on her as fast and unvoiced 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 overtake her. Her ventilation in my ear was getting heavier and more scratchy. She let out a long cry as I felt the low wave of her juice 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 pussy clamped down on me as she ever so slowly started to recoup from her orgasm. She started slowing moving her hips again. I

She looked at me with her big, beautiful chocolate-brown eyes, her mouth, which had been in an"O"human body turned into a beautiful grin."Oh … you're so good. So, so good."She whispered as she gave me a devilishly expression. ‘ What do you desire, baby ? I want to name 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 portion all my cum with her.

Isabella I started moving up and down on my hard peter again. Her hands pressed into my thorax for support."Where do you want to cum ? Are you going to cum in me ? give way me your baby ?"

That was to a greater extent of a persona playacting game we played. She was on nascency control, but we both had fantasies of getting her pregnant.

I shook my head as she started moving faster.

"You want to cum on my titmouse ? Is that what you like ?"She had pure fucking tits, and when she said this she used both bridge player to embrace them together.

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

At that, she closed her eyes and I could envision my throbbing cock going in between her mouth 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 hand 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 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 location, milking out every last dip of cum from my deflating and sensitive cock.

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

God I love that woman.

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

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

We laid there for a few minutes. Trying to sieve through the post-coital bliss to sharpen on the upcoming day. It was a Sunday and a beautiful, if coldness day at that. Just a few days before Christmastime, this was the type of bodily process that was keeping our emphasis stage low and our 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 trend of a span hours several months ago. Who was that man who did that ? What variety of wildcat lived inside of me ? Would that iniquity show up again ?

Slowly, my bride-to-be and I got up and took a shower together. Feeling our combine bodily fluids wash off under the hot rain shower. I playfully slapped her ass, she kissed me and washed my rear. 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 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 natural endowment for the class. Just need something suitable and not … horrible."

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

I groaned. The vibrator put-on 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 decision on my part."I called back to her

Once we were set up, we got into our separate cars and get to the local mall. Needless say it was extremely packed, even at 10am on. Billy Sunday break of the day. It took me a few minutes to park and then a few bit more to find Isabella. We shopped for a while, stopped for a coffee and a Chinese massage.

After a while, it was time for Isabella to result. We were walking to the exit so I could see her to her car while I remained at the shopping center to finish shopping.

That's when I heard it.

"Jim ! JIM ! !"I didn't round around, as my public figure wasn't Jim, but I recognized the voice. It was the part of the demon inside me who reminded me of my pitiful decisions."Uncle Jim ?"

Isabella and I turned together, and for sure enough, there was Ronnie. Cute as ever. Not even 5 feet tall, dressed in a poor bird with tall rush and a white push down blouse. Her Brown hair 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 Isabella who had a bemused feeling 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."Queen Isabella, this is Ronnie … she's … a acquaintance … of Jaime's."Jaime is my 15 year old niece.

Queen Isabella is extraordinarily charming 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 marry !"

"Yeah … !"I smiled, but my interior were doing summersault, my nerve was getting hot and my brain was moving a one thousand naut mi a minute.

"You simply must come to the wedding ! 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 intention on everyone being there -- regardless of the connection to the bride and groom.

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

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

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

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

"Probably the Saami thing you are -- Shopping."She rolled her eye a bit, but she seemed genuinely happy 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 full embrace. center consumers were glancing at us before resuming their frenzied shopping."Should we get coffee ?"

"Coffee ?"I asked, as if I had no estimation what that was. My genius 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 marital ! Gosh !"

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

"wealthy person you been to the Daily wonk ? They have the near deep brown here."

"Um, certain. Yeah."

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

"So … I got to severalise you. When we met …"Ronnie started, before looking around to make certain 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 enquiry. I didn't cognize how to reply 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 grimace was so innocent, her trunk was so small 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 right 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 pond and the cobbler's last few bit 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 trend. 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 headache about that."

"Do you want me to pay you back ?"

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

Another here and now of quiet while we sipped our drinks.

"Your fiance is very pretty."

This was awkward."Yes. Thank you."

"DOE she … do affair for you ?"The deduction was clear.

"Yes … we … have a very hefty … 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 deal going to her heart. My eyes went to her breasts.

I had gotten away with cheating on my hone fiance with an underage young lady once … by the grace of God. What was I doing tempting portion 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 savor her, snog her, show her the world.

The query 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 guilty again. I had thought Ronnie was nigher 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 course not."

"Good."Her grinning 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 lead. I loved watching her hips rock in her unforesightful skirt and the kick made her a good 3 in taller. Every so often she would reckon back at me and grin and I would melt a little more.

We stopped in front of Forever 21 and she was positively vertiginous, telling me what a great store it was and how often she loved it. We went inside and she immediately started browsing and asking my opinion on every clause of habiliment 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 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 wide on the lips."Thank you !"

My putz had never been harder.

Maybe I felt guilty about how I took her virginity from her -- the circumstances and the fashion. Maybe I was trying to assuage my own guilt about the situation. But that's how our afternoon went. We went to stores 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 fill a bunch of clothes into the salad dressing room and arrive out and modelling for me.

It was great. At one full point Ronnie started dancing and gyrating like she was a stipper, even flipping up her skirt to testify me her pinko step-in. 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 seem at me with her brilliant smile to gauge 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 medical dressing room while she took her time getting dressed and modeling for me.

She poked her drumhead out.

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

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

"What do you think ?"She was wearing a gorgeous red wearing apparel that hung on one shoulder. Her small breasts were nearly spilling out of the front and it curved her organic structure perfectly. It ended at a short-circuit slant, showing off her thin, unadulterated legs.

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

She looked at me with virginal sex in her eyes. She sauntered over to me and kissed me on the lips. I took her humble body and pulled her finisher to me, kissing her harder. The whole day of sexual defeat with her were coming to a peak.

Our tongues danced, our lips crushed against each others and our physical structure tried desperately to get ever faithful to one another.

She jumped into my arms, climbing me almost. Her heading was over mine and she took my brass in her hired man slobbered her kisses on me. I turned her around and pinned her against the wall. I could feel the heat from her kitty on me. She bit my lip and I turned her and pinned her against the former wall.

She brings out such Passion from me. warmth I never felt before. lust on a scale that you can't imagine. It wasn't her age, or her little lithe body. It was her. Her smile, her scent, her laugh and her attitude.

I needed her right on then.

My mitt moved underneath her butt and I started to lift her gamy. I think she got the melodic theme, because her leg swung over my shoulder. I lifted her from the other side and her pantie were right in front of my face.

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

Ronnie was soaking wet. She kept her hold on the vertebral column of my principal and balanced herself so she could use her other deal 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 gross adolescent pussycat. I extended my natural language and tasted her for the initiatory time.

She tasted so odorous, so saturated and perfect. It took all of my willpower not to overtake her by clamping my mouth on her pussy. I did my serious to tease her. I licked along one side, then the other. I used the very tip of my tongue to work out 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 attention to our dressing stall.

I plunged my glossa into her. Her puss was almost too tight. I could barely get my tongue more than an inch in her. I felt her hold on my oral sex tighten considerably. Her whole body tensed and I could hear her annoy breathing and repose whimpering.

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

I couldn't intimation, but I didn't care. My finger's breadth were in this beautiful girl and my tongue was giving her pleasure. I flicked my clapper on her clit and felt her leg twist me even closer into her.

Ronnie's small body was quivering and shaking. Her sexual climax was just starting as I pressed into her with renewed muscularity. I was licking her button like a bagger on a upper bag and her torso seemed to get tenser and tenser.

She finally exploded and cried out. Her bag on my head loosened and she started to advertise my drumhead away from her second joint. She was breathing heavily as I started to set her Down, with a speedy kiss on her way back to the floor.

My face was covered in her wetness. I was in absolute heaven and was as aroused 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 apparel ?"She asked, nonchalantly, tucking her hair behind her ear. I even loved her ears.

I had an agonize flub in my bloomers."I love it."

"You think I should fatigue it on our day of the month ?"

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

"Yes."She continued, as she turned to face me. She undid her zipper and let the apparel fall to the ground, exposing herself in figurehead of me for the kickoff meter.

"You want to go on a appointment ?"I was surprised my brain worked while I soaked in every bit of her body.

"That's what couples do. They go out to dinner party and film. You know. Dates."She picked up her blouse and chick and started putting them back on.

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

She looked at me and beamed. She did her short jump and kissed me on the lips."Oh yay !"She left, leaving me with the pile of wearing apparel, a red dress on the terra firma 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 cipher had happened.

I collected our purchases and went to the register to pay. I didn't know if any of the associate could reek the sex on me, or heard us in the dressing room. So I kept quiet and just gave my deferred payment card.

Ronnie came back up to me as I was signing my name. I covered my theme song, I didn't want her to know my figure wasn't Jim. She took the customer copy and wrote her speech sound number on it in front line of the cashier. She even put a little heart 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 bags and followed her.

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

The hurt was end to $ 1000 and Worth every penny.

I left and went home and fucked the shit out of Isabella. I pinned her to the rampart and fucked her from behind. I left her with my cum dripping out of her cunt as I hit the bed after a whirlwind day.

I thought of Ronnie and what my program were with her. I couldn't really observe chasing and fucking her, could I ? I got away with it once … why would I risk it again ?

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