Ronnie 3 and 4

Chapter Three

It was mid afternoon and light was streaming into the condo. I heard giggling coming from the bedroom. I recognized one of the voices as Isabella’s, but didn’t know the other feminine laugh. I strode to the bedroom door which was slightly ajar and Isabella and Ronnie were lying on the bed together.

“Ronnie …? What are you doing here?” I asked in disbelief.

They both turned to look at me and were laughing as if I made the funniest joke in the world. It was an exaggerated laugh that made me feel small, like I wasn’t in on the joke. And I wasn’t, apparently.

“We’re totes BFF’s now.” Said Isabella. “We’ve been waiting for you to come home … we have a surprise for you.” This was all too weird for me. How did Isabella and Ronnie get together and what were they planning? Something for the wedding? Does Isabella know about Ronnie and I?

“I told her everything. About the water park, the dressing room and our date.”

“What date? We haven’t even had a date.” I was doing damage control. I was frantic to keep everything from Isabella who would be crushed to know that I have strayed from our commitment to each other.

“Yet. And don’t bother lying. I showed her the text messages.” Ronnie tossed her phone to Isabella, who caught it and was nodding.

I was flabbergasted. What text messages? I hadn’t texted or call her since the dressing room. Something was very wrong.

“It’s okay though baby. I want to show you something.” Isabella sat up and looked down at Ronnie. She lowered herself to her lips and kissed her softly. Ronnie let out a soft moan and wrapped her arms around Isabella’s head.

I couldn’t move.

I was in disbelief. Was this a dream come true? I can have both? What made Isabella change her mind? The more I thought the more I thought something was wrong. That this was too good to be true.

But as I looked at the two hot women making out, I pushed the rest of thoughts to the wayside. What was I doing? This was a moment for action, not thinking.

I strode over to the mangled mess of bodies and cleared my throat. I softly placed my hand on Isabellas back to let her know I was there. She broke the kiss and looked at me and shook her head. I took that to mean that this was a show for me, not something for me to participate in.

“Make us a buttery nipple!” Isabella suddenly called out, laughing. She did love those shots when she was loosened up.

“We could have a nipple contest …” I retorted with a smile. As I stood up off the bed, leaving Isabella and Ronnie there together as I headed off to the kitchen to make shots.
I finished making the drinks in record time, eager to get back to the festivities in the bedroom. I handed the girls each a filled shotglass and fell in between them onto the bed that seemed as if it were made of clouds.

Ronnie had her bare leg draped over me, her short shorts exposing her white, flawless legs. Isabella took the cue and did the same. She was wearing a short blue summer dress that accented her wonderful curves. Being in between both these stunning women, who drove me wild in different ways.

“Ronnie, put down your drink!” Isabella sounded drunk and I wondered if she had already been drinking — if that is what loosened her inhibitions. Ronnie sat her empty shot glass on the nightstand and got on her knees, looking down at Isabella. Isabella then got on her knees and the two of them were kissing again. Ronnie reached down and motioned for me come closer to them. Maybe I wasn’t to be a spectator after all.

Running my hand along Isabella’s thigh I positioned myself so all three of our heads were close together. I was mesmerized by watching the two women kiss, liberally showing their tongues slathering over each others. They broke the kiss and looked at me.

“Three way kiss.” Ronnie declared. I looked at Isabella and wordlessly asked permission. She smiled, nodded and the three of is moved in and let our lips and tongue wash each others.

My hand slipped into Ronnie’s shorts and my other hand was holding Isabella’s while the three of us took a moment to enjoy the kiss. When we broke the kiss, I kissed Isabella for a moment and then Ronnie. I was trying to show that I wanted both of them equally. But it was important that I show Isabella that she’s number one. I gently pushed Ronnie down so she was laying on the bed. Isabella was kneeling over her again. I moved behind her, letting my hands move down her sides and gripping her hips.

I moved my head down and began nibbling at her thighs. Isabella was leaning over Ronnie, who spread her legs to welcome Isabella to her. I took the opportunity to take off Isabella’s panties but leaving her short dress on. I tossed the panties behind me and moved over to Ronnie. She looked at me lovingly and I kissed her, kissed her neck and moved my way down her body. I took both sides of her shorts and moved them down, exposing her pussy to me and Isabella.

Isabella unbuckled my belt while I stood there and watched Ronnie take off her own top and bra. When my fly was undone I fell back onto the bed next to the girls, kicking off my pants. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Ronnie was between us now, naked as could be, her nipples erect and inviting. Both Isabella and I latched onto a nipple. Isabella was biting and aggressively sucking while I was slow and sensual. Ronnie’s head was leaning over the edge of the bed with her eyes closed and a look of intent concentration on her face.

When we released her nipples, Ronnie sat up and finished taking off Isabella’s dress. At last, we were all naked together.

Isabella leaned over Ronnie, kissing her. She moved lower and lower until she was facing Ronnie’s pussy. She clamped her mouth onto her cleft and began licking her clit. I moved myself to the end of the bed so Isabella’s juicy ass was dancing in my face. She has always been sensitive about her extra five pounds, which was completely limited to her breasts and ass. I never complained, as it only accentuated her curves. I stuck my tongue out and licked the underside of her pussy. Her sphincter was touching my nose as I buried my mouth in her.

Pants, gasps and moans were penetrating over the sound of the CD playing in the background. I moved away from Isabella and and positioned my head near Ronnie’s thigh. I watched in awe as Isabella began lapping up Ronnie’s wetness. I moved my face closer so we could lick her pussy together.

Ronnie spasmed and cried out as we did this. Her hand was clawing at my head and she was pushing me harder into her sex. She was doing the same to Isabella, wrapping her hand in Isabella’s brown hair. It was amazing how aggressive Ronnie could be and how cool Isabella was being. This was very, very unlike her. She’s so faithful and loyal and of course, she expects the same from me. Yet her face was buried in young Ronnie’s tiny pussy.

I stood up and got off the bed to position myself behind Isabella. I was stroking my hard shaft and moved it closer to Isabella’s snatch. She was already dripping wet. She could get wetter than any girl I’ve ever known. I let her juices cover my dick. I gyrated my hips, looking for her opening. Ronnie opened her eyes and caught mine and mouthed, “I love you” just as I slipped into Isabella’s tight hole. She let out a short scream as I drove all the way into her. Her her juicy ass was slamming into my hips. I reached around her and was gripping Ronnie’s small thighs as my fiance brought her to the brink of orgasm.

Ronnie began an incoherent screaming and Isabella clamped her vaginal muscles onto me. I could feel myself getting close, but I wanted to save this for Ronnie and her impossibly tight cunt. I pulled out to the disappointing moan of Isabella. Ronnie had a post-orgasmic glow about her and a very satisfied smile on her face. I moved next to her and we began working on Isabella together. We each took a nipple, we each moved down her body and we both started licking up her fluids together.

I couldn’t believe how enthusiastic she was about eating pussy! Ronnie was obviously restrained, but she was eating her out like a starving person.

At this point I decided I was going to be a bit more selfish. I straddled Isabella’s chest and pressed her two large breasts together. She got the idea and moved my hands out of the way so I could press my hard dick in between them. I started sliding my wet cock up and down and Isabella started to take me in her mouth when I stroked myself between her firm tits.

Ronnie came up from licking Isabella to see what we were doing. Ronnie took the back of Isabella’s head to help her suck on me. Then Ronnie let her head go and licked her full, glistening lips. I nearly came when she put her mouth on me and began bobbing her head up and down. I pulled out and put it back in Isabellas mouth. The difference in how they felt was remarkable. Isabella’s mouth was hot and experienced. But Ronnie’s was small and tight.

I held on to Ronnie’s head as she took my cock back in her mouth. I needed to be in her. I moved behind her, my dick still wet from fucking Isabella just moments before. Despite that, I still had to work my way into her, she was so tight. Isabella got aggressive too and pushed her pussy right into Ronnie’s face.

The room reeked of sex and the CD was not masking the animalistic sounds of skin slapping skin. Both girls were moaning and screaming. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I wanted to cum and fill this gorgeous girl with all of it. I was panting hard and working at pounding Ronnie doggystyle while she pleasured my future wife.

“Are you going to get that?” Isabella asked suddenly.

“What? Get what?”

“Your phone is ringing.” I was no longer in Ronnie and she was looking back at me.

“Who cares?” I was bewildered at the sudden change in tone.

The girls started laughing again and I felt like the butt of the joke again. I decided I needed to answer the phone. Where ever it was. I could hear it ringing loudly and became frantic to find it.

I woke up to an alarm going off. It was pitch black out and I was completely disoriented from the very realistic dream I just had. It wasn’t the alarm clock, it was something else. Isabella woke up and groggily asked what happened, but I had no idea. I looked at my phone, it was 2 A.M.

Slipping on pajama bottoms and an old shirt, I walked out into the hall only to realize that the building alarms were going off. I poked my head out of the condo to see people leaving their homes and the flashing light. I went back in to get Isabella and we left, taking the stairs out to the parking garage. As we stepped outside my phone began ringing. It was Vincent, the manager of the restaurant on the ground floor of the condo building we owned. Vincent is a former frat buddy and all around good guy who needed a job right when we were ready to transition the management of Harrison’s.

“Vincent. What’s up?” I asked as I answered the phone.

“Hey man, I’m on my way back to the restaurant. Just got a call from the alarm company. I wasn’t sure if you’d be up, but I figured you’d be closer and can see what’s up.”

“Yeah, the building is being evacuated. I’ll try to poke into the place and see what’s going on. Just stay on the line.”

The sirens were getting closer as I walked around the building to get a better view of what’s going on at the restaurant.

When I was 19 my parents died young and unexpectedly. Both were 52. My father first of pancreatic cancer that withered him away to nothing and my mother of renal failure 8 months later. My sister and I, their only children, were left with a rather sizable inheritance. Together we decided to become venture capitalists, investing in various businesses that needed a help up.

Part of our philosophy was to keep it local. When a live/work condo building was going into foreclosure we made a bid and won. We went into debt to rehabilitate the place, kicking out the leasors that gave it a bad image and worked hard to attract more upscale businesses, which in turn led to more upscale condo owners.

There had been a seedy sports bar that had seen better days that was the cornerstone of the building’s business development. My sister and I decided that we would open up our own wine bar/restaurant and name it Harrison’s, after our father.

Unfortunately it has yet to turn a profit in this economy, but I was hopeful. My sister wasn’t and was exploring other investment opportunities.

As I rounded the corner, I was looking through the windows to see if anything looked out of the ordinary. I didn’t see anything at first, but then I could see an orange glow emanating from under the doors to the kitchen.

Fuck. I quickly told Vincent to hurry up, and to call 911 and let them know this isn’t a false alarm — there’s a fire at Harrison’s.

I hung up and ran back to Isabella and told her we needed to make sure everyone got out of the building. She was concerned for an elderly couple that lived on the top floor and ran back into the building just as the first fire truck pulled up. As quickly as I could I told them I owned the building and believed there was a fire in the kitchen of the restaurant on the ground floor around the corner, oh and there were still people that needed to be evacuated.

The fireman thanked me and then got on the radio to get more help. Isabella came out with the elderly couple from the top floor moments later and I breathed a sigh of relief.

There wasn’t anything for me to do while I watched the firemen get everyone out of the building and work on containing the fire. I consoled the residents, letting them know that the fire was contained to Harrison’s so far and hadn’t spread. They offered their condolences.

Vincent finally showed up, although there wasn’t much for him to do. He made the 45 minute drive from his place in the suburbs in less than 20 minutes. I asked him if there were any problems in the kitchen tonight, but he was adamant that he checks and rechecks the burners and kitchen every night before leaving. For all I know he could have tossed a half lit cigarette into the trash.

After a couple hours the firemen allowed most residents back into their homes. It was 5:30 in the morning and I resigned myself to being awake for the rest of the day dealing with this mess. One of the firemen escorted Vincent and I through the restaurant and the damage to the kitchen was extensive. Although the blaze had been contained, it took a long time to actually extinguish the fire.

It made me feel helpless, seeing part of our dream, this restaurant we all worked so hard for in such a state. Vincent was taking it hard too. He was as committed to Harrison’s as I was. His wife came by as the morning light started streaming in and they held each other as we wondered what came next.

“… the accelerant went straight to or from the fryer and garbage cans.” I overhead one of the firemen tell the marshall.

“Excuse me.” I interjected, leaving Vincent and Monica. I had already introduced myself to the Captain and the Marshall, but I didn’t know the fireman who was explaining the accelerant. “What was that? Are you saying the fire was started deliberately?”

The two men looked at each other, as if they were unsure how much to tell me, before the Marshall spoke up. “I’m afraid it’s too early to know anything. With any type of fire of this nature we like to call in specialists and the police department labs. What we’re doing is very preliminary work to preserve the scene for those experts.” I was dumbfounded. Flabbergasted. I stood there waiting for more. “Then again, sometimes in these kitchens there’s a spill of oil or something else that can contribute as the accelerant.”

I walked away wondering if it was an accident, or if someone really wanted to burn down Harrisons, and possibly my home.

Chapter Four

It was eleven in the morning when the insurance people, lab technicians and first responders all finally left. I was exhausted, it felt like 5pm to me. But I still had to make a phone call I had been dreading all morning.

“Hello?”

“Hi Amber, it’s me. Do you have some free time this afternoon? We need to discuss some things.” I asked my sister.

She sighed heavily before she responded. “I suppose. I’ll have to move my spa appointment. Can you be here around 2?” Amber was very much to the point all of the time. Her time was too valuable (to her) to be bothered with anything.

“Of course.” I held my tongue about the inconvenience of her to have to move her spa appointment.

After a quick lunch and many, many more phone calls I drove out to my sister’s place. I put the top down on my blue 1966 Shelby Cobra. Although it was late December, the week was shaping up to be unseasonably warm in the high 60’s. The car was my baby and my only indulgence when I received my inheritance.

As I drove to Amber’s, I reflected on our complex sibling relationship. She was very different from the girl I grew up with. She was also 9 years older than me, so when I was 7, she was 16 and not interested in hanging out with her younger brother at all. At the same time she could be extremely protective of me. Maybe even overly protective.

She got married young and I think maybe that’s when she started to become bitter and angry at the world. I used to think that she got this way after our parents died, but after thinking about it, she started to become this way before my father ever got sick. She was never satisfied with anything and always needed to have more. She envied everyone’s life but hers, yet she should want for nothing.

Her husband was a genius. A japanese tech guy who sold his website for close to 60 million dollars. Jun was an avid baseball fan and probably the nicest guy I ever met. He’s humble, generous and funny. At times I actually feel bad that he had ever married my sister. Amber walked all over him.

As I pulled up to my sister’s place I noted the large black wrought iron fence and flawless topiary that surrounded this mansion. Certain words always stood out when I came here. Opulent. Elegance. Rich. Although my sister and I were 50-50 partners in our investment ventures, Jun’s fortune covered the house as well as a 4 million dollar investment in our company.

I, on the other hand, lived within modest means. I was property manager for the same condo building that we owned and I lived in. Aside from the car, I never really felt the need to spend money the way my sister does. I was very comfortable with my station in life, whilst my sister was constantly climbing the social and financial ladder.

She was at the door before I even rang the bell. Wearing a blue summer dress made me remember a fragmented dream the night before regarding Ronnie and Isabella. Her toy dog was in her arms. I don’t think that dog even knows what the floor feels like as Amber is always holding it.

“Brother! So good to see you!” She spoke differently now than she did a couple years ago. Now everything was high society to her and she spoke in a regal tone of voice. Jun and I realized that we could make that tone of voice go away with a couple martinis.

Amber kissed my cheek and her heels clicked across the marble floors as I followed her and her dog into the living room.

“I have some bad news.” I said as we walked into the palatial room. Amber’s face fell. She looked horrified as she sat down. “Oh no! What is it?” I thought she was, as always, being dramatic. If I didn’t know better, I would think of her as being the worst actress in the world. “There was a fire at Harrison’s.”

“What?” She turned from dramatic to pissed very quickly. “How can that be?”

“Everyone is fine. I’ll let them know you were concerned.” I snapped. Quieting her quick outburst quickly. She glared at me for a moment, her sharp features becoming more pronounced. “I’m sorry. It’s been a long day.”

“Well what’s the damage? Have you called the insurance?”

I sat down on the couch that I don’t think had ever been intended to be sat in and told her all I knew, including that there was an accelerant used in the fire. She immediately went into a range of emotions. Shocked, angry, scared. I felt like we needed more information before we made any decisions. For all we knew, this was a bad accident. My sister seemed to be attacking everyone. Vincent, me, some unknown competitor, the jewish mafia. Her paranoia seemed boundless.

I left around five and let my mind wander to Ronnie as I made my way home. On top of all this new excitement, I was really struggling to control my lust for her. I already cheated on Isabella twice … on one hand, my mind was telling me that three times would be just as bad as two. On the other hand, I’m fucking up a really amazing relationship. We’re supposed to get married in less than two weeks! Maybe this was me acting out. Or maybe I’m not supposed to get married … what an epic asshole I would be marrying a girl I cheated on.

Twice.

I felt my eyelids getting heavy on the relatively short ride home. I slapped my face and turned up the radio. I pulled over to a gas station for a red bull in order to wake myself up.

It had already been a long day by the time I got home around six. Isabella was at the stove making dinner. The condo smelled of meat and garlic, and saw Isabella bending over some simmering sauce.

“Hey there Honey Dick!” Her dark hair was tied up in the back in a ponytail and thick rimmed glasses complemented her business attire, which she was still wearing. A pink button down blouse tucked into her skirt, with the matching jacket laying across our living room couch. I always told her how sexy I found her to be in her work clothes, but she never believed me.

“Hey Sugar Tits.” I leaned over and kissed her before groping one of her ample titties.

She leaned back into me. “What got into you last night with all the excitement I had forgotten to ask. It’s been awhile since you fucked me like a whore in the hallway.” Looking at Isabella, you might think she was the sweetest, most innocent of women. At home alone, with me, she was just plain filthy.

“Eh. Like you said. It’s been awhile.” I couldn’t tell her that an 18 year old girl left me high, dry and full of painful blue balls 24 hours earlier.

“I love it when you fuck me like you paid for me.” She murmured.

Greatest woman ever, right? It made it even hotter with her slight latin accent.

“Mmm, and another thing. Who was that little girl at the mall yesterday?”

“Hmm? Oh, Ronnie? She and Joann used to hang out a lot.”

“She called you ‘Uncle Jim’?”

“Yeah, Joey used to call me that. Years ago.” Lies, lies, lies. I was good at it though. I had never lied to her before, so I can’t imagine she was suspicious in anyway. I was kissing the back of her neck while she absentmindedly stirred the sauce with a spoon.

“Mmm, do you want me to call you ‘Uncle Jim’?” She turned to face me.

“Ooo baby. You can call me anything you want.” I smiled as I kissed her large, full lips.

I opened her lips with my tongue as she moved into me. I pressed her into the counter. Her hands moved from my back to my head as she pulled me closer. My hard dick was pressing into her stomach.

Her hand moved to my face and she caressed me. I reached up and pulled on her ponytail, snapping her neck back and leaving her mouth agape. I shoved my tongue into her mouth aggressively and she moaned out in passion. Her eyes popped open and I could feel them boring into mine as she silently pleaded with me to take her right then and there.

She’s always in the mood and always ready for a good dicking.

I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and she undid my belt. I pushed her shirt aside, exposing her huge titties in a black, lacy bra. My mouth immediately latched on to the top of her exposed breast.

“Oh yes!” She cried out.

She tore off the rest of her blouse and I deftly moved my hands to the zipper on her skirt. She mauled me, as I pushed her skirt down, exposing her matching black panties. I pushed her back against the counter as she finished undoing my pants, allowing them to drop to the floor. My dick was poking through my boxers and she grabbed, it stroking it and pulling it closer to her. I reached behind her, cupping her ass and lifted her onto the counter in one motion. Our lips were frantically finding each others as I started pulling off her underwear.

When I held her panties in my hand, I balled them up and told her to open her mouth. When I was satisfied that they were in there the best the could be, I softly kissed her cheek and admired my handiwork. Her moans were muffled and she looked at me with pure lust in her eyes. She gets soaking wet every time we’re together and I let my dick slide up and down her slit, lubricating it. When I was covered, I lined up my raging cock right at her wet hole and thrust in.

Her muffled moan became more of a scream of passion as I bottomed out in her. I slowly pulled out and rammed it back in, coating my dick in her sleek wetness. It was always amazing to me just how wet she got, and how fast. She sat at the edge of the counter as I thrust into her over and over. She gripped my back and clawed at me, trying to keep me from ever leaving her sweet pussy.

I grinded into her, feeling her pussy canal clamp on me. Her breathing was getting fast and harried as she struggled to breathe with her mouth full of her used panties. Her nails were clawing into my back and I could tell she was about to gush all over my dick and the counter.

With one last thrust, she started cumming. I could feel the wetness splattering on the counter and floor and kept my dick ramming into her.

That’s when the doorbell rang.

I was too close to care. Whoever it was would have to wait for me to get my nut off in Isabella. I started pounding her harder and faster. Her eyes rolled back, indicating the pleasure she was feeling. I was getting close and wanted to flood her pussy with my cum. She reached behind me again and grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper into her and let out one more long, low moan with every thrust into her.

For a strange moment, I imagined I was fucking Ronnie’s insanely tight pussy, feeling Ronnie’s hands pushing me back into her, hearing Ronnie moan …

I started shooting my cum into Isabella, painting the insides of her pussy with my man juice and collapsed onto her, exhausted.

The doorbell rang again and I reached up and removed Isabella’s panties from her mouth, clutching them in my hand.

“It’s my mother. She’s here for dinner …” Isabella panted, out of breath.

“Don’t put panties back on …” I instructed. I knew she would listen. Such a good slut.

I pulled my pants back on over my still hard dick which was dripping with the combined juices of our sex. I quickly buttoned my dress shirt back up and left Isabella in the kitchen with the now burnt dinner. I balled up the panties and put them in my pocket. I opened the door and apologized to Isabella’s mother for keeping her waiting. The smell of smoke was prevalent and replaced the amazing smells that I had walked into just 30 minutes prior. As I opened some windows before suggesting we go out to eat.

Isabella, back in her clothes came out to the living room. We exchanged a knowing smile as she greeted her mother.

“She kisses better than she cooks.” I said to her mother with a smile as Isabella kissed me with that horny look in her eyes. The woman was insatiable.

Dinner was mostly uneventful except for the one moment when Isabella leaned over and whispered in my ear that my cum was still running down her thighs. I saw her reach under the table and then act as if she had gotten some of her dinner on her fingers and sucked it into her mouth. “So good.” Isabella declared, looking at me with her finger in her mouth. Her mother didn’t look up.

I couldn’t wait to get to bed and it was almost midnight when we finally had brushed our teeth and climbed into bed. What a day this had been. Ronnie, the fire, dealing with my sister and then having to entertain Isabella’s mother. The nightcaps we had helped assure that sleep would be quick, and I hoped for a dreamless night.

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