I use my fingers

“Let me try, Honey.” I tell her as I shift my body so I'm sitting directly behind her with my cock pressed against the small of her back. When I see her wide-eyed confusion, I explain gently, “From here I'll be able to touch you everywhere, Sweetie.” Alison relaxes a tiny bit but she is still as tense as a bowstring when my hands start circling her waist. She looks back over her shoulder at me, and I kiss her softly as my arms slip even further around her so one hand rests on her belly and the other around her throat. Only then, does she fully understand what I’m going to do.

“You’re gonna take me, aren’t you?” It is hard to know if she is excited or terrified or probably some combination of the two. She shudders when I move behind her and pull her back firmly against my chest, her voice cracking slightly. “You're going to use me just like those poor virgins in St. Ursula's train. You’re going to make me yours!” Alison is clearly still caught up in her earliest high school fantasy about the Saxon princess martyred by Pagan barbarians.

“We're going to try something else first.” I whisper as I nuzzle her ear and cup her right breast in my hand, feeling it’s firmness like a housewife judging the ripeness of a tomato. “I'm not going to ravish you mercilessly like one of those marauding Huns, but I do want to see you climax.” Despite her obvious excitement over the fate of the quasi-historical chaste maidens being passed about like candy on Halloween, I want to make sure this experience is a positive one to build on.

“Just relax, let me do all the work.” I kiss her ear a few times and when she arches her head backwards invitingly, I switch to her mouth, all the while caressing her breasts and belly. Only when I feel her relax in my arms do I let my right hand slide downward through the curls on her mons and to the delicate folds of her labia.

“Oh Mr. P,” I smile as I feel the tension start to build within her and her hand covers mine pressing it harder against her wet folds.

“This feels good, doesn't it?” I regret asking the question as soon as the words leave my mouth as once again her body stiffens in my arms. “Relax, Alison.” I put more **** behind the words, and I feel her soften once again as she twists and moans in my arms. With my free hand I start teasing her nipples, pinching and pulling on them until they are hard towers of rubbery flesh poking from the softness of her breasts. The rough handling of her nipples seems to feed into Alison's fantasies.

“I'm yours to use for your pleasure.” Alison's words come out in a throaty moan, “You can do anything you want with my virgin body … hold me down … **** your manhood into my tight slit … fill me with your virile seed ... breed me like a bull covering a young heifer.” I'm a little disturbed by her dark desires but the way her hips are rocking, and her hand is pressing my fingers against her wet pussy is exactly what I'm hoping for.

When I finally start teasing her clit with my forefinger is when she really starts to respond. Her legs kick and pelvis bucks and the moans that escape her mouth are filled with need. I wonder if Dick even tried to tickle this pearl out from its hiding place between her folds, judging by the way her body is squirming in my arms I suspect this is a new sensation for her. Ideally, I’d be using my tongue to tease her little bud, but I didn’t want to traumatize the naïve young woman with some whole other sexual act that no doubt she was taught was an act of depravity. There would be other opportunities to taste the juices from this pretty teen’s sex.

“I'd be your pregnant **** … carrying the child you put in my belly … your broodmare …” My jaw tightens as I am reminded that Alison's fear of getting knocked up. The fact of the matter is that this deep-seated fear seems to be acutely linked to her needy response. Almost immediately after she says the words, she arches her back and jerks even faster in my arms and I use this new insight to get her over the edge. My right hand is teasing her clit with renewed vigor while my left pinches roughly at her puckered nipples.

“Thats right, you Saxon slut!” My lips are so close to her soft hair that I can smell the flowery scent of her shampoo. “These pretty little tits are going to swell with milk, so my son can suck on your tender teats.”

I twist the poor girls' nipples even harder, and the combination of pain, pleasure and the thought of carrying my baby seems to do the trick. “Oh Please, it’s too much … Ohh …Oghh …OOOGHH!” Her whole body stiffens once again in my arms, but this time it is a result of the orgasm that rocks the young woman’s world.

“Dear Lord Jesus,” she gasps when the last of the convulsions finally ebb, “I am going to Hell for sure; anything that feels that good, must surely be a mortal sin.”