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 heart 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 cleaning lady 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 smut, but she did gush when she came. A flood of her vaginal fluids would cover me and I would feel it drip down my formal poke and along the inwardly my thigh. Afterwards we would need a full sizing 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 blonde hair and then back down to her perfectly shaped C cup tit. Pinching her nipple and getting them even harder.

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

She is the staring woman. Fulfils every intimate desire I could have. I was extremely lucky to have such a near cleaning woman in my bed wearing the ring I had given her.

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

"You're the best sister. I love you."I loved the offset of the trickle of juices that were coming out of her. The wet, sloppy sounds of our secret component slamming into each early. 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 lip started kissing my neck. I was able to piston in and out of her better in this place. 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 Thomas More of a flood lamp. I kept hammering her as her sexual climax started to overtake her. Her breathing in my ear was getting heavier and more uneven. She let out a long cry as I felt the first wave of her succus start drenching me.

I kept it up. Harder and faster into her from underneath. More succus, 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 convalesce from her sexual climax. She started slowing moving her hip again. I

She looked at me with her big, beautiful brown eyes, her mouth, which had been in an"O"physique 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 need, baby ? I want to realize 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.

Isabella the Catholic started moving up and down on my punishing cock again. Her deal pressed into my dresser for musical accompaniment."Where do you want to cum ? Are you going to cum in me ? open me your infant ?"

That was more of a theatrical role playing game we played. She was on parentage control, but we both had fantasies of getting her pregnant.

I shook my forefront as she started moving faster.

"You want to cum on my tits ? Is that what you like ?"She had perfective tense fucking pap, and when she said this she used both hands to wedge 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 see my throbbing cock going in between her lips and letting all my cum jet out into her mouth.

"Fuck ! infant ! 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 loose my seed.

She pulled up a bit, keeping my putz tip in between her lip as I fired rope after rope of hot cum into her tidal bore 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 sore cock.

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

God I love that woman.

She was blissfully fulfilled as she cuddled up next to me."perfective tense 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 cloud nine to focus on the upcoming day. It was a Sunday and a beautiful, if cold day at that. Just a few days before Noel, this was the eccentric of activity that was keeping our stress levels low and our kinship 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 course of a couple hours several months ago. Who was that man who did that ? What kind of animate being 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 commingle 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 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 hints for what she would require for Christmas."I said.

"You haven't gotten her anything yet ?"

"No. I'm missing quite a few giving for the crime syndicate. Just need something worthy and not … horrible."

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

I groaned. The vibrator jokes 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 railroad car and motor to the topical anaesthetic promenade. Needless say it was extremely packed, even at 10am on. Sunday morning. It took me a few minutes to park and then a few instant 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 leave. We were walking to the exit so I could escort her to her car while I remained at the mall to finish shopping.

That's when I heard it.

"Jim ! JIM ! !"I didn't twist around, as my name wasn't Jim, but I recognized the voice. It was the spokesperson of the demon inside me who reminded me of my poor people decisiveness."Uncle Jim ?"

Isabella and I turned together, and sure enough, there was Ronnie. Cute as ever. Not even 5 animal foot improbable, dressed in a unforesightful skirt with magniloquent boots and a lily-white clit down blouse. Her brown hair's-breadth 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 who had a bemused look on her fount. 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 manus cheerfully."Isabella the Catholic, this is Ronnie … she's … a friend … of Jaime's."Jaime is my 15 yr old niece.

Queen Isabella is extraordinarily influence 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 insides were doing somersaults, my human face was getting hot and my Einstein was moving a K miles a minute.

"You simply must arrive to the marriage ceremony ! Give ‘ Uncle Jim'your destination and we'll send you an invitation !"distinctive Isabella. Our $ 25,000 wedding budget had already been doubled and she was intent 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 pocket-sized jump.

"fountainhead I must be going. I can walk myself to the car, beloved. You two catch up. I'll see you at the house."Queen Isabella kissed me and walked out the threshold, 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 beaming 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. Mall consumers were glancing at us before resuming their frantic shopping."Should we get deep brown ?"

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

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

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

"You're getting splice ! Gosh !"

"Yep."I'm usually more sound out than this.

"Have you been to the Daily swot ? They have the serious burnt umber here."

"Um, sure. Yeah."

Ronnie was jibber jabbering about the mall and shopping while we waited in course and I paid for our coffees. She ordered chocolate something or early with just a splash of umber. Something a teen would wassail just to look like Thomas More of an grownup. We sat down at the solely uncommitted table in the crowded store. I sat future to her in case people overheard anything.

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

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

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

What a ladened question. I didn't sleep together 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 control myself around this girl. Her aspect was so innocent, her dead body was so small and miserly and her attitude … I just loved it.

Just as fast as that grinning 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 better than that."I looked down and my flavor of guilt came roaring back.

She didn't say anything for a moment. We both thought back to the puddle and the last-place 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 drumhead to attend 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-scale damage to pay for what had happened.

"Oh … that. Don't concern 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 stealer 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 worry about it."I waved her off.

Another mo of silence while we sipped our drinks.

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

This was awkward."Yes. Thank you."

"Department of Energy she … do thing for you ?"The import was clear.

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

She grinned her goofy smiling."sound 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 perfect groom-to-be with an underage girl once … by the grace of God 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 smack her, snog her, show her the world.

The question was out of my mouth 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 problem for us ?"Again, she implied this was something … more. Scary.

"No, of row not."

"Good."Her smile was infectious. She had so often Department of Energy."What should we do next ?"

We got up, and again Ronnie took my mitt and took the atomic number 82. I loved watching her hips tilt in her shortsighted bird and the the boot made her a good 3 inches taller. Every so often she would attend back at me and grin and I would disappear a little more.

We stopped in movement of Forever 21 and she was positively giddy, telling me what a great storage it was and how very much she loved it. We went inside and she immediately started browsing and asking my opinion on every article of wearable she held up to herself. She wanted … everything.

There was one jacket 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 command myself with her.

She thought I was joking, but I wasn't. She insisted it was too very 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 lips."Thank you !"

My dick had never been harder.

Maybe I felt guilty about how I took her virginity from her -- the circumstances and the mode. Maybe I was trying to assuage my own guilt trip about the billet. But that's how our afternoon went. We went to memory and she would cull out a few things that she"loved"and I would buy it for her.

It was our own"Pretty charwoman"moment.

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

It was swell. At one point Ronnie started dancing and gyrating like she was a stipper, even flipping up her skirt to exhibit me her pinkish pantie. She also tried to graze my dick when she could. Acting like she was reaching for one of her bagful, but it was just an apology. Every time she did it, she would count at me with her brilliant smiling to gauge my reaction.

The sexual shaking was through the ceiling. 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 salad dressing way while she took her time getting dressed and modeling for me.

She poked her mind out.

"Jim, can you add up in here for a minute ?"

I was out of my place in a hot sec. I looked for an fellow in the store, 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 articulatio humeri. Her small titty were nearly spilling out of the front and it curved her consistence perfectly. It ended at a short slant, showing off her thin, perfect legs.

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

She looked at me with consummate sex in her eye. She sauntered over to me and kissed me on the lips. I took her small eubstance and pulled her closer to me, kissing her harder. The whole day of sexual thwarting with her were coming to a peak.

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

She jumped into my subdivision, 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 paries. I could feel the heating 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. rage I never felt before. lecherousness on a scale that you can't imagine. It wasn't her age, or her lowly lithe body. It was her. Her smile, her scent, her jest and her attitude.

I needed her right then.

My hired hand moved underneath her butt and I started to lift her high. I think she got the idea, because her leg swung over my shoulder. I lifted her from the former side and her panties were right in presence of my face.

She reached down and grabbed the dorsum 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 grip on the back of my head word and balanced herself so she could use her other hand to tug her panties to the English.

I couldn't see much as my head was under the dress that we hadn't paid for yet, but I smelled her hone teenage twat. I extended my tongue and tasted her for the first time.

She tasted so sweet, so pure and perfect. It took all of my self-control not to submerge her by clamping my mouth on her pussy. I did my best to tease her. I licked along one slope, then the other. I used the very tip of my tongue to lap 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 unwanted attention to our dressing stall.

I plunged my knife into her. Her pussy was almost too tight. I could barely get my tongue More than an inch in her. I felt her grip on my head tighten considerably. Her unanimous body tensed and I could hear her gravel breathing and quiet whimpering.

What a everlasting pussy. I absolutely devoured it, I savored it. I reached up and managed to get portion of my center finger's breadth into her and she let out a squeal. I slapped her thigh again to shush her.

I couldn't breath, but I didn't forethought. My finger were in this beautiful girl and my tongue was giving her pleasure. I flicked my tongue on her clit and felt her legs pull me even closer into her.

Ronnie's modest organic structure was quivering and shaking. Her orgasm was just starting as I pressed into her with renewed heartiness. I was licking her clit like a boxer on a speed bag and her dead body seemed to get tenser and tenser.

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

My case was covered in her wetness. I was in out-and-out heaven and was as turned on as I have ever been in my life.

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

"So you like the clothes ?"She asked, nonchalantly, tucking her hair behind her ear. I even loved her ears.

I had an harrowing boner in my bloomers."I love it."

"You think I should don 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 garb downfall to the ground, exposing herself in front of me for the first clock time.

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

"That's what distich do. They go out to dinner and flick. You know. Dates."She picked up her blouse and doll and started putting them back on.

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

She looked at me and beamed. She did her piffling jump and kissed me on the lips."Oh yay !"She left, leaving me with the great deal of clothes, a red frock on the ground and a ridiculous hard on that was very quickly leading to blue balls.

I got up, and stepped outside the fecundation elbow 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 reek the sex on me, or heard us in the binding room. So I kept silence and just gave my mention card.

Ronnie came back up to me as I was signing my name. I covered my signature, I didn't want her to know my name wasn't Jim. She took the customer written matter and wrote her sound number on it in front 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 dish and followed her.

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

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

I left and went home base 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 twat 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 put on the line it again ?

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