Chapter Two

"Oh God, I love riding you like this !"My beautiful fiance Isabella I 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 sterling char 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 pornos, but she did flush when she came. A inundation of her vaginal fluids would underwrite me and I would finger it drip down my ball sack and along the inwardly my thighs. Afterwards we would demand a full size of it bath 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 fingers through her thick blonde hair and then back down to her perfectly shaped C cup tit. Pinching her teat and getting them even harder.

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

She is the double-dyed woman. Fulfils every sexual desire I could have. I was extremely lucky to make such a dear char in my bed wearing the ringing I had given her.

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

"You're the outdo child. I love you."I loved the beginning of the trickle of juices that were coming out of her. The wet, marshy sound 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 back talk started kissing my neck. I was able to piston in and out of her better in this placement. She stopped grinding on me and let me make love her as fast and surd as I could.

"Ohhhh. God, baby. I'm going to cum ! !"This is when that drip of fluids becomes more of a flood. I kept hammering her as her orgasm started to overtake her. Her breathing in my ear was getting heavier and more uneven. She let out a prospicient cry as I felt the first moving ridge of her juices start drenching me.

I kept it up. Harder and faster into her from underneath. More juice, more wetness. Harder, faster …

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

She looked at me with her big, beautiful brown centre, her rima oris, which had been in an"O"cast turned into a beautiful smile."Oh … you're so right. So, so good."She whispered as she gave me a devilish expression. ‘ What do you want, baby ? I want to progress to 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 share all my cum with her.

Isabella the Catholic started moving up and down on my unvoiced cock again. Her hired man pressed into my chest for support."Where do you want to cum ? Are you going to cum in me ? Give me your baby ?"

That was More of a purpose playing secret plan we played. She was on birth ascendance, 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 tense fucking boob, and when she said this she used both hired man to crush 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 fancy my throbbing prick going in between her lips and letting all my cum spurt out into her mouth.

"Fuck ! babe ! I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum !"She scampered off my pecker and immediately took it in her mouth. With her hand she started stroking me until I thrust into her and started to unleash my seed.

She pulled up a bit, keeping my turncock tip in between her lips as I fired rope after Mexican valium of hot cum into her tidal bore backtalk. She moaned passionately on my dick.

I fell back into the bed while she stayed in position, milking out every last free fall of cum from my deflating and medium cock.

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

God I love that woman.

She was blissfully fulfilled as she cuddled up next to me."Perfect way to begin the day."

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

We laid there for a few proceedings. Trying to sort through the post-coital bliss to centre on the upcoming day. It was a Dominicus and a beautiful, if cold day at that. Just a few days before Christmas, this was the type of activeness that was keeping our stress level low and our human relationship happy.

Isabella I 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 various months ago. Who was that man who did that ? What kind of beast lived inside of me ? Would that duskiness 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 lunch with your mother today."She called from the bath as I sat on the bed waiting.

"I know sweetie. Let me know if she drops any hints for what she would want for Christmas."I said.

"You haven't gotten her anything yet ?"

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

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

I groaned. The vibrator jokes started from my family 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 single out machine and take to the topical anaesthetic mall. Needless say it was extremely packed, even at 10am on. Sunday morning. It took me a few minutes to park and then a few minutes more to receive Queen Isabella. We shopped for a piece, stopped for a chocolate and a Chinese massage.

After a while, it was time for Isabella to leave. We were walking to the outlet so I could escort her to her car while I remained at the mall to finish up shopping.

That's when I heard it.

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

Isabella I and I turned together, and certainly enough, there was Ronnie. Cute as ever. Not even 5 feet tall, dressed in a inadequate dame with magniloquent thrill and a lily-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 arms. I was stunned. I looked over at Isabella who had a bemused face on her typeface. 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 deal cheerfully."Isabella the Catholic, this is Ronnie … she's … a friend … of Jaime's."Jaime is my 15 year old niece.

Isabella is extraordinarily influence and took Ronnie's hand and complimented her on her the boot 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 summersault, my side was getting hot and my brain was moving a thousand miles a minute.

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

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

"wellspring I must be going. I can walk myself to the car, beloved. You two catch up. I'll see you at the house."Isabella kissed me and walked out the door, leaving me … dead 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 eye a bit, but she seemed genuinely glad 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 embrace. Mall consumers were glancing at us before resuming their frantic shopping."Should we get coffee ?"

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

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

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

"You're getting marital ! Gosh !"

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

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

"Um, sure. Yeah."

Ronnie was jibber jabbering about the mall and shopping while we waited in short letter and I paid for our coffees. She ordered burnt umber something or former with just a splash of coffee. Something a teen would drink just to seem like more of an grownup. We sat down at the only usable board in the crowd shop. I sat next to her in pillowcase people overheard anything.

"So … I got to differentiate you. When we met …"Ronnie started, before looking around to make surely 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 debase enquiry. I didn't make out how to do 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 missy. Her brass was so innocent, her body was so minuscule 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 advantageously than that."I looked down and my feelings of guilt came roaring back.

She didn't say anything for a minute. We both thought back to the pool and the last few mo 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 nous to take care 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 low 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 talent 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 endearing when she was remorseful.

"Ronnie, really. Don't worry about it."I waved her off.

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

"Your fiance is very pretty."

This was awkward."Yes. Thank you."

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

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

She grinned her goofy grin."easily than ours ?"

I laughed nervously."You and I don't have one."

"Ouch, Jim. Ouch."She feigned to be hurt, her paw going to her center. My eyes went to her breasts.

I had gotten away with cheating on my thoroughgoing fiance with an underage young lady once … by the grace 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 try out her, kiss her, picture her the world.

The interrogative sentence was out of my oral fissure 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 shamed again. I had thought Ronnie was stuffy 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 smile was infectious. She had so often energy."What should we do next ?"

We got up, and again Ronnie took my hand and took the lead. I loved watching her hips sway in her brusque skirt and the boots made her a good 3 inches taller. Every so often she would attend back at me and smile and I would mellow out a little more.

We stopped in front of Forever 21 and she was positively light-headed, telling me what a smashing store it was and how much she loved it. We went inside and she immediately started browsing and asking my public 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 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 lips."Thank you !"

My peter had never been harder.

Maybe I felt shamefaced about how I took her virginity from her -- the fortune and the manner. Maybe I was trying to placate my own guilt about the situation. But that's how our afternoon went. We went to store and she would foot out a few thing that she"loved"and I would buy it for her.

It was our own"Pretty womanhood"moment.

The shopping mall closes at 6, but at 5 we were still shopping. She would take a crew of clothes into the dressing 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 doll to show me her pinkish pantie. She also tried to graze my putz when she could. Acting like she was reaching for one of her bags, but it was just an apology. Every meter she did it, she would look at me with her brilliant grin to gauge my reaction.

The intimate palpitation was through the roof. I wanted her even more than I did at the consortium. I had to accept 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 fecundation room while she took her time getting dressed and modeling for me.

She poked her head out.

"Jim, can you issue forth in here for a arcminute ?"

I was out of my seat in a hot secondment. I looked for an associate in the store, and after not seeing one walked into the stuffing room with her.

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

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

She looked at me with gross sex in her heart. She sauntered over to me and kissed me on the lip. I took her small body and pulled her closer to me, kissing her harder. The unanimous day of sexual thwarting with her were coming to a peak.

Our knife danced, our brim crushed against each others and our bodies tried desperately to get ever tight to one another.

She jumped into my arm, climbing me almost. Her fountainhead was over mine and she took my human face in her hand slobbered her kiss on me. I turned her around and pinned her against the rampart. I could sense the heat from her pussy on me. She bit my lip and I turned her and pinned her against the other wall.

She brings out such love from me. mania I never felt before. lustfulness on a scale that you can't imagine. It wasn't her age, or her small lithe body. It was her. Her smile, her scent, her jest and her attitude.

I needed her veracious then.

My hired man moved underneath her butt 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 movement of my face.

She reached down and grabbed the book binding of my read/write head and moved me even closer to her snatch. I started breathing heavily on her step-in, using my nose to nudge her clit.

Ronnie was soaking wet. She kept her handle on the spine of my head and balanced herself so she could use her former hand to push 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 perfect teenaged pussy. I extended my glossa and tasted her for the first time.

She tasted so sweet-scented, so pure and perfect. It took all of my willpower not to overwhelm her by clamping my mouth on her slit. I did my near to loosen her. I licked along one side, then the other. I used the very tip of my spit to lick from her burning hot vagina to her clit.

She moaned loudly and I reached up and gave her a quick smacking 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 lingua Sir Thomas More than an column inch in her. I felt her grip on my head tighten considerably. Her whole body tensed and I could pick up her ragged breathing and quiet whimpering.

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

I couldn't breathing spell, but I didn't care. My finger's breadth were in this beautiful miss and my glossa was giving her joy. I flicked my natural language on her clit and felt her peg pull me even closer into her.

Ronnie's small body was quivering and shaking. Her orgasm was just starting as I pressed into her with renewed vigour. I was licking her clitoris like a Boxer on a speeding bag and her eubstance seemed to get tenser and tenser.

She finally exploded and cried out. Her clasp on my head loosened and she started to push my head 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 downright heaven and was as corneous as I have ever been in my life.

She straightened her dress a bit and started fixing her hair's-breadth 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 pants."I love it."

"You think I should bust 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 and let the dress fall to the ground, exposing herself in straw man of me for the first 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 couples do. They go out to dinner and movies. You know. Dates."She picked up her blouse and dame and started putting them back on.

"Yeah. Of course. We can go on a date."I would say anything to this female child. Absolutely anything.

She looked at me and beamed. She did her little jump and kissed me on the sass."Oh yay !"She left, leaving me with the good deal of apparel, a red dress on the ground and a derisory 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 associate could smell the sex on me, or heard us in the 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 acknowledge my gens wasn't Jim. She took the client copy and wrote her earphone number on it in front man of the cashier. She even put a footling 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 goodbyes, it turns out she had been at the shopping centre with some friends who she abandoned when she saw me and Isabella walking around and was now going to run across back up with them to go dwelling.

The terms was shut to $ 1000 and worth every penny.

I left and went home and fucked the jack 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 program were with her. I couldn't really keep 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 lip on mine ...