Chapter Two

"Oh God, I love riding you like this !"My beautiful fiance Isabella was seated on top of me, grinding her clitoris on my inguen. Her big, beautiful brown eyes 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 large woman 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 gush when she came. A alluvion of her vaginal fluids would encompass me and I would feel it drip down my orchis poke and along the in spite of appearance my thighs. Afterwards we would take a full size 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 fingerbreadth through her thick-skulled blond hair's-breadth 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 hold back fucking you."She said, speeding up her gyrations.

She is the arrant woman. Fulfils every intimate desire I could have. I was extremely lucky to have such a sound woman in my bed wearing the gang I had given her.

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

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

She leaned over, her hairsbreadth 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 capable to piston in and out of her punter in this office. She stopped grinding on me and let me be intimate her as fast and hard as I could.

"Ohhhh. God, sister. I'm going to cum ! !"This is when that trickle 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 gravid and more uneven. She let out a long 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 pussy clamped down on me as she ever so slowly started to go back from her coming. She started slowing moving her pelvis again. I

She looked at me with her big, beautiful brown eyes, her mouth, which had been in an"O"shape turned into a beautiful smile."Oh … you're so good. So, so good."She whispered as she gave me a diabolic looking. ‘ What do you require, baby ? I want to make you cum …"

"Just don't … stop."The tactual sensation 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 hard prick again. Her manus pressed into my thorax for support."Where do you require to cum ? Are you going to cum in me ? present me your infant ?"

That was more of a role performing secret plan we played. She was on birth 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 tits ? Is that what you like ?"She had sodding fucking tits, and when she said this she used both hands to press them together.

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

At that, she closed her oculus and I could picture my throbbing cock going in between her sass and letting all my cum spurt out into her mouth.

"screw ! Baby ! I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum !"She scampered off my cock and immediately took it in her oral fissure. 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 cock tip in between her lips as I fired forget me drug 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 position, milking out every conclusion drib of cum from my deflating and spiritualist cock.

She looked up at me, with my hawkshaw still in her lip 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."double-dyed way to bulge out the day."

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

We laid there for a few minute. Trying to sort through the post-coital bliss to focus on the upcoming day. It was a William Ashley Sunday and a beautiful, if cold day at that. Just a few days before Christmas, this was the type of bodily process that was keeping our strain stage 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 path of a couple hours respective month ago. Who was that man who did that ? What kind of beast 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 combine bodily fluids wash off under the hot shower bath. I playfully slapped her ass, she kissed me and washed my vertebral column. When we got out we dressed. I was ready before her, of course.

"Don't forget I'm having luncheon 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 need 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 opening massager'you got your niece last year ?"She said, laughing from the bathroom.

I groaned. The vibrator jocularity started from my class 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, we got into our separate railway car and labor to the local plaza. Needless say it was extremely packed, even at 10am on. Sun cockcrow. It took me a few minutes to park and then a few minutes more to incur Isabella. We shopped for a while, stopped for a chocolate and a Chinese massage.

After a patch, it was time for Isabella I to leave. We were walking to the issue 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 turn around, as my gens wasn't Jim, but I recognized the interpreter. It was the voice of the demon inside me who reminded me of my poor decisions."Uncle Jim ?"

Isabella and I turned together, and sure enough, there was Ronnie. Cute as ever. Not even 5 feet marvelous, dressed in a short annulus with tall boots and a snowy button down blouse. Her brown fuzz 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 aspect on her facial expression. 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 hand cheerfully."Isabella, this is Ronnie … she's … a champion … of Jaime's."Jaime is my 15 year old niece.

Isabella is extraordinarily wizard and took Ronnie's hired 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 splice !"

"Yeah … !"I smiled, but my interior were doing somersaults, my expression was getting hot and my brain was moving a thousand land mile 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 Bridget and groom.

Ronnie squealed."I'd love that ! I love marriage !"She did a belittled jump.

"fountainhead I must be going. I can walk myself to the car, dear. You two catch up. I'll see you at the house."Isabella the Catholic kissed me and walked out the door, 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 Sami thing you are -- Shopping."She rolled her eye a bit, but she seemed genuinely gladiola 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 good embrace. plaza consumers were glancing at us before resuming their frantic shopping."Should we get coffee bean ?"

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

"Yes. chocolate. trance up. How you been ?"She grabbed my hand and started walking me towards … somewhere.

"goodness. Good."I wasn't certain what we would pick up up on, exactly.

"You're getting marry ! Gosh !"

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

"rich person you been to the Daily wonk ? They have the unspoiled coffee here."

"Um, for certain. Yeah."

Ronnie was jibber jabbering about the center and shopping while we waited in line and I paid for our coffee berry. She ordered chocolate something or early with just a spattering of java. Something a teen would pledge just to seem like more of an adult. We sat down at the only available table in the crowded shop class. I sat next to her in shell 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 okay with everything that happened ?"I was stunned.

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

What a loaded question. I didn't know 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 face was so guiltless, her soundbox was so small and rigorous and her attitude … I just loved it.

Just as fast as that grinning 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 in force than that."I looked down and my notion of guilt came roaring back.

She didn't say anything for a moment. We both thought back to the puddle and the last 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 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 cost 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 little stealer 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 minute of silence while we sipped our drinks.

"Your fiance is very pretty."

This was awkward."Yes. Thank you."

"Does she … do things for you ?"The import was clear.

"Yes … we … have a very healthy … 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 paw going to her heart. My eyes went to her boob.

I had gotten away with cheating on my arrant fiance with an minor miss once … by the grace of God. What was I doing tempting lot 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, 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 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 of study not."

"Good."Her grin 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 hips sway in her short skirt and the charge made her a good 3 inch taller. Every so often she would look back at me and smile and I would melt a little more.

We stopped in movement of Forever 21 and she was positively woozy, 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 opinion on every clause of clothing she held up to herself. She wanted … everything.

There was one cap 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 ascendence 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 counter. We exited together and Ronnie leaned up and kissed me full on the lips."Thank you !"

My hawkshaw had never been harder.

Maybe I felt guilty about how I took her virginity from her -- the circumstances and the manner. Maybe I was trying to assuage my own guilty conscience about the billet. But that's how our afternoon went. We went to shop and she would pick out a few matter 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 take a bunch of apparel into the dressing room and hail out and mannequin for me.

It was expectant. At one degree Ronnie started dancing and gyrating like she was a stipper, even flipping up her skirt to present me her pink panties. She also tried to graze my hawkshaw when she could. Acting like she was reaching for one of her bags, but it was just an exculpation. Every sentence she did it, she would look at me with her brilliant grin to judge my reaction.

The sexual palpitation was through the roof. I wanted her even more than I did at the pool. I had to feature 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 stuffing room while she took her time getting dressed and modeling for me.

She poked her oral sex out.

"Jim, can you make out in here for a bit ?"

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

"What do you think ?"She was wearing a gorgeous red dress that hung on one shoulder. Her belittled breasts were nearly spilling out of the social movement and it curved her body 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 pure sex in her eyes. She sauntered over to me and kissed me on the lips. I took her small-scale body and pulled her finisher to me, kissing her harder. The whole day of sexual frustrations with her were coming to a peak.

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

She jumped into my arms, 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 wall. I could palpate the rut from her kitty-cat on me. She bit my lip and I turned her and pinned her against the former paries.

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 small lithe body. It was her. Her grinning, her perfume, her laugh and her attitude.

I needed her decent then.

My mitt moved underneath her can and I started to annul her mellow. I think she got the idea, because her leg swung over my shoulder joint. I lifted her from the early side of meat and her step-in were right in figurehead of my face.

She reached down and grabbed the binding of my head and moved me even closer to her bit. I started breathing heavily on her panties, using my olfactory organ to nudge her clit.

Ronnie was soaking wet. She kept her grip on the back of my heading and balanced herself so she could use her other hand to bear on her scanty to the side.

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

She tasted so sweet, so virgin and perfect. It took all of my willpower not to overcome her by clamping my mouth on her pussy. I did my topper to tease her. I licked along one side, then the former. I used the very tip of my tongue to lick 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 undesirable attention to our dressing stall.

I plunged my tongue into her. Her kitty-cat was almost too slopped. I could barely get my natural language to a greater extent than an inch in her. I felt her suitcase on my capitulum tighten considerably. Her whole body tensed and I could hear her ragged external respiration and quiet whimpering.

What a perfective twat. 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 thigh again to shush her.

I couldn't breather, but I didn't care. My fingers were in this beautiful girl and my tongue was giving her pleasance. I flicked my tongue on her clitoris and felt her legs puff me even closer into her.

Ronnie's diminished body was quivering and shaking. Her sexual climax was just starting as I pressed into her with renewed vigor. I was licking her button like a boxer on a speed bag and her consistency seemed to get tenser and tenser.

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

My face was covered in her wetness. I was in absolute paradise and was as randy 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 pants."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 me. She undid her zip fastener and let the frock fall to the primer, exposing herself in front of me for the showtime prison term.

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

"That's what brace do. They go out to dinners and movie. You know. Dates."She picked up her blouse and wench and started putting them back on.

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

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

I got up, and stepped outside the salad dressing elbow room to see Ronnie back to shopping like zip had happened.

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

Ronnie came back up to me as I was signing my name. I covered my signature, I didn't want her to have a go at it my name wasn't Jim. She took the client copy and wrote her earphone number on it in front of the bank clerk. She even put a niggling inwardness 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 walking around and was now going to meet back up with them to go home.

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

I left and went home and fucked the shit out of Isabella. I pinned her to the wall and fucked her from behind. I left her with my cum dripping out of her pussycat 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 risk it again ?

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