I can always pull out ... right?

My young tenant was so excited now that any break in my **** runs the risk of breaking the fantasy we were playing out. A Hun warrior savoring the spoils of conquest would hardly stop to put on a prophylactic. Besides, the way Alison was squirming and twisting under me was hot as fuck. Fran would occasionally humor my desire to dominate and plunder her like this, but it wasn't really her thing, and I loved my wife too much to **** her past her comfort zone. With Alison though, judging by what she shared about her first masturbation sessions, this kind of domination is what turns her on.

“No!” I almost stopped when I heard her protest, but before I could react, I knew my initial assessment was correct. “My innocence is dedicated to God.” She pleaded softly, “you'll ruin me.” I'm a little embarrassed to admit that her struggles and futile protests made me want her even more. I've always prided myself on respecting women, empowering them even, but not this time.

“That's right you little Christian beauty.” I grunt coarsely as I position the head of my cock against her slick petals. “I'm going to tear this tight pussy open; I'm going to make you my woman.”

“No ... no ... oh please ... Aighh!” It's been a very long time since I've taken a virgin. I had been Fran's first and it took a good two months of careful wooing before she was ready to spread her legs for me back in her college dorm room. I had been too young to fully appreciate the moment all those years ago, but I can still remember how tight she had been. Alison felt that tight too. Oh, I know that Dick had been boning her just about every week, but she still grips my cock like a glove that was two sizes too small. Her little cry of surrender and the way her back arches up as I push the rest of the way into her only adds to the illusion that I am truly deflowering a young Saxon maiden. For just a minute I feel more like a virile pagan warrior than a retired schoolteacher well past my prime. This isn't the tender lovemaking I might have normally used, but the harder I fuck her the more she seems to like it.

“Ugh ... ugh ... oh dear God ... ugh ... it hurts ...” that last one makes me pause for a second, but Alison's legs lock around my waist and pull me deeper into her. “I can't stop you ... you're too big ... too strong ... Dear Lord forgive me!”

She is getting close, I could tell. The problem is that I am getting close too. With Fran, I prided myself on being able to keep my own lust in check for as long as I needed, but this is different and I'm not sure I'll be able to hold it much longer.

Vaguely, I remember my resolve to pull out, but the story Alison had spun of a young virgin given to a victorious Hun as his toy to defile as he wished has me revved up more than I can remember in years. Besides, with her legs wrapped around my back like this I'm not even sure I could pull out even if I wanted to.