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 jetty. Her big, beautiful brown center 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 groovy char in the earthly concern. 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 outpouring when she came. A flood of her vaginal fluids would track me and I would finger it dribble down my ball sack and along the inside my thigh. Afterwards we would ask a total sizing bath towel to houseclean 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 breasts. 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 sexual desire I could take in. I was extremely favorable to birth such a good char in my bed wearing the ring I had given her.

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

"You're the best child. I love you."I loved the beginning of the trickle of succus that were coming out of her. The wet, sloppy sounds of our private region slamming into each other. Our headboard was rhythmically beating against the wall.

She leaned over, her whisker cascading around both our faces as she hungrily kissed me. I pulled her finisher to me and her brim 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, baby. I'm going to cum ! !"This is when that trickle of fluids becomes more of a flood lamp. I kept hammering her as her orgasm started to overtake her. Her breathing in my ear was getting labored and more than odd. She let out a long cry as I felt the maiden wave of her succus 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 regain from her orgasm. She started slowing moving her hips again. I

She looked at me with her big, beautiful dark-brown eyes, her mouth, which had been in an"O"conformation turned into a beautiful grin."Oh … you're so good. So, so good."She whispered as she gave me a devilish expression. ‘ What do you want, spoil ? I want to make you cum …"

"Just don't … stop."The flavor of her cumming all over me was bringing me to the threshold. I loved her dearly and just wanted to share all my cum with her.

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

That was Thomas More of a character performing plot we played. She was on birthing control, but we both had fantasy 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 pap, and when she said this she used both hands to bosom 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 pecker 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 handwriting 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 roach of hot cum into her eager mouth. She moaned passionately on my dick.

I fell back into the bed while she stayed in situation, milking out every finis drop cloth of cum from my deflating and sore cock.

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

God I love that woman.

She was blissfully fulfilled as she cuddled up following to me."perfect way to start the day."

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

We laid there for a few minutes. Trying to separate through the post-coital bliss 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 Christmastime, this was the type of action that was keeping our tenseness levels low and our relationship happy.

Isabella kept me so completely sexually fulfilled, yet I often wondered ( and fantasized ) about Ronnie, that Pres Young little girl I had met and deflowered over the course of a couple time of day respective months ago. Who was that man who did that ? What kind of savage 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 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 gifts for the sept. Just need something worthy and not … horrible."

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

I groaned. The vibrator jokes started from my house immediately upon my 15 class 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 cars and drove to the local mall. phonograph needle say it was extremely packed, even at 10am on. Sunday sunup. It took me a few arcminute to park and then a few minutes more to find Isabella. We shopped for a piece, stopped for a java and a Taiwanese massage.

After a patch, it was prison term for Isabella to go forth. We were walking to the exit so I could escort 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 act around, as my epithet wasn't Jim, but I recognized the voice. It was the voice of the demon inside me who reminded me of my poor decision."Uncle Jim ?"

Isabella and I turned together, and sure enough, there was Ronnie. Cute as ever. Not even 5 feet improbable, dressed in a short skirt with tall boots and a flannel button down blouse. Her brownness fuzz 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 looking on her nerve. I didn't know what to say.

Ronnie broke the bosom and looked over at Isabella.

"Uh … Ronnie … this is my fiancee, Isabella."I said carefully. Ronnie extended her deal cheerfully."Isabella I, this is Ronnie … she's … a friend … of Jaime's."Jaime is my 15 year old niece.

Isabella is extraordinarily becharm and took Ronnie's hand and complimented her on her rush 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 interior were doing somersaults, my face was getting hot and my Einstein was moving a thousand mile a minute.

"You simply must hail to the nuptials ! Give ‘ Uncle Jim'your speech and we'll send you an invitation !"distinctive Queen Isabella. Our $ 25,000 wedding party 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 passion that ! I love weddings !"She did a pocket-sized jump.

"Well I must be going. I can walk myself to the car, dear. You two see up. I'll see you at the house."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 Lapplander affair you are -- Shopping."She rolled her eye 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 glad !"She parried my sideways hug with a full phase of the moon embrace. Mall consumers were glancing at us before resuming their mad shopping."Should we get umber ?"

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

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

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

"You're getting married ! Gosh !"

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

"Have you been to the Daily Grind ? They have the honorable umber here."

"Um, for certain. Yeah."

Ronnie was jibber jabber about the plaza and shopping while we waited in line and I paid for our burnt umber. She ordered hot chocolate something or early with just a splashing of coffee bean. Something a teenager would drink just to seem like more of an adult. We sat down at the only uncommitted table in the herd shop. I sat next to her in typeface the great unwashed overheard anything.

"So … I got to assure you. When we met …"Ronnie started, before looking around to constitute sure 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 interrogative. I didn't know how to answer it. A yes meant that I wanted to do it again …

"Yes."

Her smile grew even freehanded and mine mirrored hers. I couldn't control myself around this girl. Her face was so sinless, her soundbox was so small and tight and her posture … I just loved it.

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

I was feeling her impression. 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 impression of guilt feelings came roaring back.

She didn't say anything for a second. We both thought back to the pool and the terminal few second 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 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 gift at all, the picayune 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 worry about it."I waved her off.

Another moment of silence while we sipped our drinks.

"Your fiance is very pretty."

This was awkward."Yes. Thank you."

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

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

She grinned her goofy smile."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 heart. My eyes went to her breasts.

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

The inquiry 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 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 job for us ?"Again, she implied this was something … more. Scary.

"No, of course not."

"Good."Her grin was infective. She had so lots push."What should we do next ?"

We got up, and again Ronnie took my script and took the booster cable. I loved watching her hips careen in her shortsighted skirt and the kick made her a good 3 inch taller. Every so often she would look back at me and smile and I would melt a slight more.

We stopped in front of Forever 21 and she was positively giddy, telling me what a swell stock it was and how much 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 replete on the lips."Thank you !"

My tool had never been harder.

Maybe I felt guilty about how I took her virginity from her -- the condition and the personal manner. Maybe I was trying to assuage my own guilt feelings about the situation. But that's how our afternoon went. We went to storage and she would pick out a few things that she"loved"and I would buy it for her.

It was our own"Pretty fair sex"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 hail out and exemplar for me.

It was great. At one point Ronnie started dancing and gyrating like she was a stipper, even flipping up her annulus to show me her pink step-in. She also tried to pasture my pecker when she could. Acting like she was reaching for one of her bags, but it was just an excuse. Every prison term she did it, she would look 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 make 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 clip getting dressed and modeling for me.

She poked her head out.

"Jim, can you follow in here for a arcminute ?"

I was out of my seat in a hot second. I looked for an comrade in the computer storage, and after not seeing one walked into the dressing way with her.

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

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

She looked at me with pure sex in her eye. She sauntered over to me and kissed me on the mouth. I took her small body and pulled her closer to me, kissing her harder. The completely day of sexual defeat with her were coming to a peak.

Our tongues danced, our lips crushed against each others and our torso tried desperately to get ever closer to one another.

She jumped into my blazonry, climbing me almost. Her top dog was over mine and she took my brass in her hands slobbered her candy kiss on me. I turned her around and pinned her against the wall. 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. Passion I never felt before. Lust on a scale that you can't imagine. It wasn't her age, or her diminished lithe body. It was her. Her smile, her scent, her laugh and her attitude.

I needed her right then.

My hand moved underneath her ass and I started to lift her higher. I think she got the idea, because her leg swung over my shoulder. I lifted her from the other side and her panties were right in front of my face.

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

Ronnie was soaking wet. She kept her clutches on the back of my caput and balanced herself so she could use her other hired hand to fight her scanty to the position.

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

She tasted so sugared, so saturated and perfect. It took all of my willpower not to whelm her by clamping my mouth on her pussy. I did my best to tease her. I licked along one side, then the early. I used the very tip of my tongue to drub from her burning hot vagina to her clit.

She moaned loudly and I reached up and gave her a spry slap to shut her up before she attracted unwanted tending to our dressing stall.

I plunged my natural language into her. Her pussy was almost too pie-eyed. I could barely get my tongue more than than an inch in her. I felt her grip on my head tighten considerably. Her whole body tensed and I could learn her nark breathing and quiet whimpering.

What a perfective tense slit. I absolutely devoured it, I savored it. I reached up and managed to get office 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 fingers were in this beautiful female child and my glossa was giving her joy. I flicked my natural language on her clit and felt her legs pulling me even closer into her.

Ronnie's minuscule body was quivering and shaking. Her coming was just starting as I pressed into her with renewed vigor. 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 fountainhead loosened and she started to crowd my psyche away from her second joint. She was breathing heavily as I started to set her down, with a quick kiss on her way back to the floor.

My face was covered in her wetness. I was in out-and-out heaven and was as horny 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 behind her ear. I even loved her ears.

I had an agonizing boner in my knickers."I love it."

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

"day of the month ?"I was confused, and … oh so horny.

"Yes."She continued, as she turned to face me. She undid her zipper and let the dress autumn to the primer coat, exposing herself in forepart of me for the first of all time.

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

"That's what couples do. They go out to dinners and pic. 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 fille. Absolutely anything.

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

I got up, and stepped outside the stuffing elbow room to see Ronnie back to shopping like nothing had happened.

I collected our purchase and went to the register to pay. I didn't know if any of the associates could smack the sex on me, or heard us in the medical dressing 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 signature, 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 end of the cashier. She even put a minuscule 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 so long, it turns out she had been at the promenade with some friends who she abandoned when she saw me and Isabella the Catholic walking around and was now going to match back up with them to go base.

The price was near to $ 1000 and Charles Frederick Worth every penny.

I left and went abode and fucked the dump out of Isabella. I pinned her to the paries 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 hold 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 perfective mouth on mine ...