Finish inside her now

There is no way I can hold back. Not with her tight pussy spasming around me, milking my cock as her rings of muscles tighten around the shaft. The ejaculate doesn't shoot out in powerful jets like the first time, but it still feels just as good and having Alison rocking and jerking above me only adds to the pleasure.

“Wow!” I sigh when our climaxes end and she collapses onto me covering my chest with her limp torso, “I didn't think I had it in me, two times in just an hour or so.”

“Maybe you just needed the right incentive, Mr. P.” Alison purrs with unhidden pride and contentment, “after all what man wouldn't want a pretty teenaged girl to take for his pleasure.”

“Actually, Angel,” I teasingly correct her, “I'm pretty sure that this time at least, that the pretty teenager took me.” The reminder of how wantonly she had been brings a blush to her face and she looks once again like the shy small-town-girl that I have such a hard time resisting.

Similar thoughts must be going through Alison's head because after a long pause she rolls off me and looks up at me from my side.

“Even when I was ... ” she hesitates as she searches for the right words, “... you know, being the aggressor, I was still flicking back and forth between my favorite fantasies of being taken by a man.” Her hand reaches up to cup my cheek. “Is it weird, the way I get excited by that kind of rough sex?” The question catches me a little bit by surprise, and Alison explains. “It seems like I can only cum when I'm imagining being held down and ****.”

“No Honey, from what I've read that kind of fantasy is pretty common.” I reassure her. “You are amazing, and don't let anyone tell you anything else.” The sooner Alison realizes that her problem with sex is Dick, she'll be able to relax a little.

“It can't be common, Mr. P,” Alison's eyes widen and she shakes her head slowly, “good people don't want to be assaulted, Mr. P. They don't have twisted fantasies like mine.”

“I think you'd be surprised.” I search my mind for something that might convince her, “take Harlequins for example.” I see the confused look on her face, “You must have read some of those trashy romance novels, they're anywhere.”

“Not in Flintfield,” Alison corrects me, “five years ago the local Walmart tried to stock them but the Woman's Auxiliary picketed the store and my father gave a sermon on the dangers of pornographic books and that very Monday the Walmart pulled all of their trashy novels off the shelves.” Alison looked proud of the way her parents stood up to the national retailer, maybe she should be too.

“Well you'll have to trust me on this then.” I continue in spite of her ignorance. “Those books are marketed to women all over the country, and pretty much every single one has an innocent young heroine who falls into the hands of a powerful Greek tycoon or a dangerous desert sheik, who is then carried to their bed.” In spite of herself I feel Alison's body quiver against mine and I can't help but wonder if the store had refuse to back down, how many of those romances would have been hidden in this pretty schoolgirl's closet. “That doesn't even count the historical bodice rippers” I continue, “or John Norman's Gor books where lovely young Earthwomen your age are **** and sold like candy in **** markets of the hidden planet.

Alison doesn't say anything, but after a short silence her arms lift to wrap around my neck and her lips search out mine. The kiss goes on for a good long time and her lips cling to mine with an intensity I wasn't expecting considering how this encounter started. Adding to the pleasure is the feeling of her soft body pressing against mine, her body is so perfectly formed that she fits against me perfectly.

“Mr. P?” Alison breathes softly into my ear.

“Yeah, Angel?”

“Can we do it again?” Even with the sensation of her firm young body wiggling under me, my cock has shrunk back to nothing. I’m definitely going to have to see about getting a prescription to Viagra® or whatever new wonder pill they are recommending now.

“As much as I’d like to,” I nuzzle the soft skin under her ear, “I’m spent for the night.” As if to punctuate the thought, I wiggle my hips a little and I rub my flaccid member against her belly. With a contented sigh I pull her close. After a little careful adjusting, I am spooning this beautiful young woman with her ass wedged against my pelvis and her back pressed to my chest. “Let’s just lie together like this, so I can hold you.”

“Really?” I guess after Dick’s constant disappearances, she doesn’t have much experience with cuddling after sex. I slip my hand up over her belly until I cup the smooth softness of her tit; giving it a gentle squeeze I pull her even closer.

“Really,” I assure her. We lie together like this until I hear her breathing slow and soften.