I'm not that much of a bastard

“Oh, Angel, you don't have to worry about getting pregnant,” I confess that I have mixed feeling about this, there is something so very sexy about planting my seed in a fertile young womb like this and watching her body blossom from that of a lithe teen to a gravid woman carrying my child in her belly. “I'm shooting blanks.” When I sense her confusion I explain about my surgery. “I had a vasectomy 30 years ago, so no baby from me, now or ever.”

“Oh.” She sounds almost disappointed but puts a bight smile on her face. “That's great. In a way though, Mr. P, it would have been OK. I feel like I've known you forever, and you're everything I've been looking for.” Alarm bells go off in my head. The last thing I need is for my teenage tenant to fall in love with me. It is one thing to have a teenaged beauty whose tight pussy I can use to ease the stress of being left alone, but I am hoping for getting this without all the shit that comes with a relationship. “You're so kind and sweet, and funny, and you're a great teacher, and a great lover. I just hope I can reach the same level as you.” As flattered as I am to hear this beautiful coed gush about me like this, the last thing I want in my life is for her to fall in love with me.

“Easy there, Sweetie, I'm no prince charming.” I chuckle as I savor the tightness of her sex clenched around me. “I'm the man who is forcing you to spread your legs once a week.” I turn her head and kiss her firmly only pulling back when I feel her soften under me with a weak shudder, “Remember our deal, you get to live here rent free, but I'm going to expect sex from you every week. We'll try different things each time so you can see what you like. By the time I'm done showing you what I know, you'll be an expert.”

“You're so bad, Mr. P!” Alison gasps as she stretches out under me wiggling her tits against my chest as I press her down onto the bed. “I'll try whatever you want, but have to admit I really liked it like when you put me on my hands and knees and pounded me from behind.”

For some reason... Maybe it is Alison's description of our first time ... my cock refuses to go down. It isn't rock hard anymore, but it is still nicely swollen inside Alison. She notices it too as her pussy tightens and spasms around its shaft. “You still so big inside me, I feel like a stuffed duck,” she chuckles shyly. “It's a good thing about your vasectomy, or I might well end up pregnant tonight!” We lie together in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts and my erection slowly softens.

“Mr. P?” Alison breaks the silence a few minutes later. “Did it feel that good because you weren’t wearing a condom?” The question catches me a little bit by surprise, and Alison explains. “Richard says sex is way better if you do it bareback.”

“No Honey, that didn’t feel so good because we didn’t use protection.” I tell her even if that might be some small part of how good it had felt. “Our sex was amazing because you had just had a climax and your pussy was still sensitized from that.” The last thing I want is for Alison to let Dick talk her into not using protection.

From what little I can tell about the man, he’d stick his cock in any skanky hole he could find. I don’t want any part of the nasty STD’s he might be bringing to Alison’s bed. “Don’t let that young man of yours talk you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with.” I take her face between my hands and look sternly at her. “I’d hate to see you have to leave college and go back to Tennessee because you got yourself knocked up.” Alison’s eyes widen and she nods silently. “That’s my good girl.” I smile as my lips drop to claim hers again.

Alison’s arms wrap around my neck and her lips cling to mine and the kiss goes on for a good long time. Adding to the pleasure is the feeling of her pelvis rocking under my hips, her body is so perfectly formed that I fit into the soft recesses perfectly.

“Mr. P?” Alison reaches up to nibble on my ear.

“Yeah, Angel?”

“Can we do it again?”