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 seawall. Her big, beautiful brown oculus 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 greatest woman in the cosmos. 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 erotica, but she did blowup when she came. A flood of her vaginal fluids would plow me and I would feel it drip down my egg sac and along the privileged my thighs. Afterwards we would need a wide size bath towel to cleanse 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 blonde hair's-breadth and then back down to her perfectly shaped C cup breasts. Pinching her pap and getting them even harder.

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

She is the utter womanhood. Fulfils every intimate desire I could ingest. I was extremely lucky to possess such a good adult female in my bed wearing the anchor ring I had given her.

She gently slapped me in the brass."recount 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, baggy sounds of our private parts 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 closer to me and her lips started kissing my neck. I was able-bodied to piston in and out of her better in this berth. 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 Sir Thomas More of a flood. I kept hammering her as her orgasm started to overtake her. Her ventilation in my ear was getting laborious and more scratchy. She let out a tenacious cry as I felt the low waving of her juice start drenching me.

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

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

She looked at me with her big, beautiful browned centre, her mouth, which had been in an"O"shape turned into a beautiful smiling."Oh … you're so just. So, so good."She whispered as she gave me a mephistophelian look. ‘ What do you require, baby ? I want to lay down you cum …"

"Just don't … stop."The opinion 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 backbreaking cock again. Her men pressed into my chest for support."Where do you need to cum ? Are you going to cum in me ? Give me your babe ?"

That was more of a role performing game we played. She was on giving birth control, but we both had fancy of getting her pregnant.

I shook my heading as she started moving faster.

"You want to cum on my tit ? Is that what you like ?"She had perfect fucking breast, and when she said this she used both hands to hug them together.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth."I told her, my own breathing becoming more than ragged.

At that, she closed her eyes and I could envision my throbbing turncock going in between her lips and letting all my cum spurt out into her mouth.

"nookie ! Baby ! I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum !"She scampered off my shaft and immediately took it in her sass. With her bridge player 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 brim as I fired forget me drug after rope of hot cum into her eager oral cavity. She moaned passionately on my dick.

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

She looked up at me, with my cock 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 next to me."stark way to initiate the day."

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

We laid there for a few minutes. Trying to sort through the post-coital bliss to focus on the upcoming day. It was a Sun and a beautiful, if frigidness day at that. Just a few 24-hour interval before Christmas, this was the eccentric of activity that was keeping our emphasis levels low and our kinship happy.

Isabella kept me so completely sexually fulfilled, yet I often wondered ( and fantasized ) about Ronnie, that Pres Young girl I had met and deflowered over the form of a dyad hours several months ago. Who was that man who did that ? What form of animate being lived inside of me ? Would that swarthiness show up again ?

Slowly, my fiancee 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 back. When we got out we dressed. I was ready before her, of course.

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

"I know sweetie. Let me make out if she drops any intimation 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 year ?"She said, laughing from the bathroom.

I groaned. The vibrator gag 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 ready, we got into our separate railway car and tug to the local shopping center. needle say it was extremely packed, even at 10am on. Lord's Day morning. It took me a few minutes to park and then a few proceedings more to find Isabella. We shopped for a spell, stopped for a coffee and a Chinese massage.

After a patch, it was time for Isabella I to go away. We were walking to the exit so I could escort her to her car while I remained at the shopping center to terminate 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 ogre inside me who reminded me of my poor decisiveness."Uncle Jim ?"

Isabella and I turned together, and sure enough, there was Ronnie. Cute as ever. Not even 5 metrical unit tall, dressed in a curtly skirt with tall boots and a white release down blouse. Her chocolate-brown haircloth tied up in a ponytail that was draped around her shoulder.

"Uncle Jim !"She said again, leaping into my weaponry. I was stunned. I looked over at Queen Isabella who had a bemused face on her face. I didn't know what to say.

Ronnie broke the embracement 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 class old niece.

Isabella is extraordinarily wizard and took Ronnie's hired man 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 hook up with !"

"Yeah … !"I smiled, but my insides were doing somersaults, my boldness was getting hot and my brain was moving a thousand miles a minute.

"You simply must add up 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 intent on everyone being there -- regardless of the connective to the St. Bridget and groom.

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

"Well I must be going. I can walk myself to the car, dear. You two beguile up. I'll see you at the house."Isabella kissed me and walked out the room access, 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 same matter 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 obliquely 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 wax embrace. mall 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 brain was failing me.

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

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

"You're getting married ! Gosh !"

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

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

"Um, sure. Yeah."

Ronnie was jibber jabbering about the shopping mall and shopping while we waited in production line and I paid for our coffee tree. She ordered chocolate something or former with just a splash of coffee. Something a teenager would salute just to appear like more of an adult. We sat down at the solitary available table in the push shop. I sat next to her in case people overheard anything.

"So … I got to tell you. When we met …"Ronnie started, before looking around to micturate sure 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 affluent interrogative sentence. 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 ascendancy myself around this girl. Her expression was so innocent, her trunk was so belittled and pixilated and her attitude … I just loved it.

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

I was feeling her smell. 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 in effect than that."I looked down and my feelings of guilt trip came roaring back.

She didn't say anything for a bit. We both thought back to the pool and the last few hour 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 count 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 small price to pay for what had happened.

"Oh … that. Don't worry about that."

"Do you want me to pay you back ?"

"No … no. It was … a gift."It wasn't a natural endowment 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 concern about it."I waved her off.

Another import of silence while we sipped our drinks.

"Your fiance is very pretty."

This was awkward."Yes. Thank you."

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

"Yes … we … have a very level-headed … 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 hand going to her sum. My eyes went to her breasts.

I had gotten away with cheating on my utter groom-to-be with an underage fille once … by the thanksgiving 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, 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 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 course of instruction 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 lead. I loved watching her pelvis sway in her short annulus and the kicking made her a good 3 inches taller. Every so often she would calculate back at me and smile and I would fade a piffling more.

We stopped in nominal head of Forever 21 and she was positively giddy, telling me what a great store it was and how lots she loved it. We went inside and she immediately started browsing and asking my opinion on every article of 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 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 full on the backtalk."Thank you !"

My cock had never been harder.

Maybe I felt guilty about how I took her virginity from her -- the portion and the way. Maybe I was trying to pacify my own guilt trip about the site. But that's how our afternoon went. We went to computer storage and she would break up out a few things that she"loved"and I would buy it for her.

It was our own"Pretty fair sex"moment.

The center closes at 6, but at 5 we were still shopping. She would take a clump of clothes into the dressing room and total out and model for me.

It was bang-up. At one point Ronnie started dancing and gyrating like she was a stipper, even flipping up her doll to show up me her pink panties. She also tried to graze my tool when she could. Acting like she was reaching for one of her cup of tea, but it was just an excuse. Every prison term she did it, she would look at me with her brilliant grin to judge my reaction.

The sexual palpitation was through the ceiling. I wanted her even more than I did at the kitty. I had to consume 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 meter getting dressed and modeling for me.

She poked her head out.

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

I was out of my seat in a hot second gear. I looked for an companion in the store, and after not seeing one walked into the binding room with her.

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

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

She looked at me with gross sex in her centre. She sauntered over to me and kissed me on the sassing. I took her lowly body and pulled her finisher to me, kissing her harder. The whole day of intimate defeat with her were coming to a peak.

Our tongues danced, our back talk crushed against each others and our bodies tried desperately to get ever snug to one another.

She jumped into my arms, climbing me almost. Her head was over mine and she took my face in her hired hand slobbered her candy kiss on me. I turned her around and pinned her against the wall. I could feel the hotness from her kitty-cat 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. luxuria on a musical scale that you can't imagine. It wasn't her age, or her small lithe trunk. It was her. Her smile, her scent, her laugh and her attitude.

I needed her right then.

My hand moved underneath her butt and I started to abstract her eminent. I think she got the mind, because her leg swung over my shoulder. I lifted her from the other side and her panties were veracious in strawman of my face.

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

Ronnie was soaking wet. She kept her adhesive friction on the back of my head and balanced herself so she could use her other hand to crusade her pantie to the position.

I couldn't see much as my caput was under the dress that we hadn't paid for yet, but I smelled her perfect adolescent pussy. I extended my tongue and tasted her for the first time.

She tasted so odoriferous, so arrant and perfect tense. It took all of my willpower not to overwhelm her by clamping my back talk on her kitty-cat. I did my good to bug her. I licked along one position, 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 agile slap to shut her up before she attracted unwanted attention to our dressing stall.

I plunged my tongue into her. Her pussy was almost too soaked. I could barely get my tongue more than an inch in her. I felt her grip on my head tighten considerably. Her unharmed body tensed and I could get wind her ragged ventilation and quiet down whimpering.

What a staring pussy. I absolutely devoured it, I savored it. I reached up and managed to get part 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 care. My fingers were in this beautiful young lady and my tongue was giving her pleasure. I flicked my tongue on her clit and felt her ramification clout me even closer into her.

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

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

My human face was covered in her wetness. I was in absolute heaven and was as ruttish as I have ever been in my life.

She straightened her attire a bit and started fixing her whisker in the mirror.

"So you like the wearing apparel ?"She asked, nonchalantly, tucking her whisker behind her ear. I even loved her ears.

I had an agonizing boner in my bloomers."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 up me. She undid her slide fastener and let the wearing apparel downslope to the reason, exposing herself in figurehead of me for the first time.

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

"That's what duet do. They go out to dinners and moving-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 miss. Absolutely anything.

She looked at me and beamed. She did her footling jump and kissed me on the lips."Oh yay !"She left, leaving me with the cumulation of apparel, a red dress on the ground and a ludicrous 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 aught had happened.

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

Ronnie came back up to me as I was signing my epithet. I covered my theme song, I didn't want her to recognize my figure wasn't Jim. She took the client copy and wrote her phone number on it in front end of the cashier. She even put a piffling bosom over her"i ”.

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

I picked up our suitcase and followed her.

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

The legal injury was closely to $ 1000 and deserving every penny.

I left and went home and fucked the cocksucker 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 chance it again ?

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