In the best possible way

Alison’s head flies backwards and her mouth opens in a silent scream. Every muscle in her toned body from the toes on her feet to the cords on the side of her neck is straining and for just a second I think she is having some kind of epileptic episode.

It is only when she starts making noise that I realize that I achieved what I was striving for. I’ve never heard anything like it; a strangled mix between a lamb bleating and the sound a balloon makes when the nozzle is held between your fingers. I keep working her clit as she jerks until after perhaps thirty seconds the tension in her body slowly starts to melt. I have to catch Alison’s body as she slumps and lower her carefully back onto the mattress. She looks up at me in shock, her body still twitching, and takes in a sudden gasp of air.

“You OK?” I stroke her face and kiss her shoulder softly as she struggles to recover.

“Mmmggh.” It wasn’t exactly an answer, but it was better than nothing. I kiss her again, this time on the side of her face just at the corner of her trembling lips. “Oh, Sir.”

“Yes, Angel?” I chuckle, amused by the way her eyes can’t seem to focus and the way her breathing comes in gasps.

“Oh, Sir!” Alison is trying to put words together but ends up repeating herself.

“Did you like that?” I ask unnecessarily as I lean over her and cover her soft mouth with a gentle kiss. Her arms wrap fiercely around my neck, and she returns my kiss with a desperation I am not expecting. Alison’s kiss reignites the desire that I’ve so far been able to keep in check. Now that Alison knows how good sex can be, it’s time for me to sample this hot young coed. Holding up the packet of rubbers, I leave the choice up to her.

“You ready for the next step?”

“Yes Sir.” She whispers shyly. “I want you to feel as good as you made me feel.”

“Let's get you the rest of the way out of these clothes.” Her acceptance of the situation is music to my ears, and it doesn't take long to get her the rest of the way undressed. As she watches, I tear open the packet and slowly roll the latex condom over my hard cock. It's sexier to have your partner put the condom on, but judging by her nervous demeaner I'm guessing that that wasn't something she is ready for yet. “Oh, Sir!” The same two words take on a whole new meaning when she sees my erection.

“I want you to go at a pace that you're comfortable with, OK?” When she nods her head shyly, I pull her onto my lap so her toned thighs straddle my legs and her arms rest naturally on my shoulders.

It doesn't take long before she is slowly rubbing against me.

“Is this OK?” She asks as she starts rocking slowly sinking further and further onto me. It has been a very long time since I’ve had any real sex, and much, much longer than that since I’ve felt anything as good as Alison’s pussy squeezing me like a vice. The extra sensitivity promise on the box of rubbers is not a lie and I can feel every inch of her tight passage squeezing my fat cock.

“Yes … yes … oh fuck yes …” I want to laugh a little when I hear her question. How could I not be enjoying this? Alison however has other things on her mind.

“Oh, Jesus forgive me,” She moans in wonder, “It feels so good, Mr. P, I think my insides are going to burst into flames.” She picks up the pace and rocks her firm body up and down so her soft breasts rub against my chest. Even with the condom, the tightness of her inner muscles is making me start to lose control, and Alison’s wonder and excitement only adds to my desire. I thought my days of bedding beautiful teenagers was restricted to late-night fantasy, but here I am, fucking my hot blonde tenant – well, actually she's fucking me.

In my fantasies, I’d be able to hold back my need to explode long enough to push Alison over the edge again, but I’m overjoyed just to be able to have this opportunity at all. With a groan, I spurt my load into the rubber sheath. With the condom on she can’t get pregnant, but my cock doesn’t seem to know that, and it does its best to fertilize this fertile young womb.