Finger her until she cums

When the kiss finally ends I take stock of the situation. Alison's top is pushed down around her waist and the pink little nipples topping her tits are puckered into tight peaks. Judging from the confused look on her face I don't doubt that she liked the feeling of my fingers tugging at her breasts as much as or perhaps even more than the kiss. Judging by how easily she succumbed to me taking off her top, I suspect it wouldn't be all that hard to get her completely naked and spread out under me as I take her. What worries me however is her reaction when she wakes up tomorrow morning after being pushed too far too fast. If I'm patient and play my cards right, I could be fucking this beauty for the rest of the year; if I screw it up she could move out or even go to the police.

What I need is a way to make her need me so much that none of her conservative values or moral upbringing will keep her from accepting my deal, even if she does so reluctantly. I move slightly lower on the bed until I can take one of her teats in my mouth and as I suck on it, I let my teeth scape along the sensitive nub noting the way she reacts to the extra stimulation.

“Oh, Mr. P.” Her hands grip my head and pull me even tighter against her soft mounds. “That feels amazing!” Judging by her reaction, her idiot boyfriend doesn't pay nearly as much attention to her tits as he should. Much more important than the size of a woman's breasts is how sensitive they are, and Alison's tits are off the chart in this department. She is so caught up in the feeling of my teeth worrying first one nipple and then the other, she doesn't even notice the hand that has moved over the soft curve of her belly and is now working under the waistband of her jeans shorts. It's not until I slide my hand under her panties and cup her sex that she even realizes what I've done.

“Mr. Patterson!” I have to hold her still as she reaches for my hand with hers and tries to sit up. “Oh God, you said -” the rest of her objection is swallowed by my kiss and I don't pull away until I feel her panic fade replaced by another primitive emotion. She is wet. Very, very wet. Even as I kiss her my fingers find their way between the slick folds of her vagina and into her tight young passage. It doesn't take long for her body to start responding to their skillful fingering. I may not have the youthful stamina of Alison's Dick, but I do have over forty years experience with this part of a woman's anatomy. Every woman is different, and most of my experience is with Fran, but there are some commonalities that seem to be pretty universal. Between flicking the hard nub that I find hidden in the folds to the way I reach into her and probe for her G-spot in rhythm with the motion of my tongue Alison's resistance crumples like the fender of a Korean import and it doesn't take long before I can move back to nibbling on her tits as I finger her.

The poor thing is still pleading with me to stop, but with one hand on the back of my head pulling me against her breasts and the other pinching her nipple and twisting it even harder then I had, her half-hearted objections seemed more for her own benefit than an actual intent.

“Oh please don't ... not that!” Her eyes are closed and her legs clamped together and twitching as she gets closer and closer. “aighhh … aighh … AAiigggh … ” her cries start softly and get louder, and on an impulse I bite down hard enough on her nipple to draw blood. This last bit of pain seems to put her over the edge because suddenly her eyes open and her hand moves to cover mine, driving the fingers even deeper into her; she starts using her words again. “Oh no … I'm going to cum … you're making me cum … can't stop you … AAAAiiAGGGH!!!!”

The way her whole body convulses and her eyes roll back in her head is a little alarming, but at the same time one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. No one that I have ever been with has had an orgasm that so completely rocked her body and mind. I held Alison in my arms rocking her gently for several minutes before she finally stopped spasming and her wild panting returned to a more natural level of breathing.

“Are you OK, Honey?” I ask gently when her eyes slowly find mine.