A very good response

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, Mr. P.”

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

“Oh, Mr. P!” 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. Alison seems to think so too, because when I roll on top of her, her legs wrap around my waist.

“I want you.” She whispers shyly. “I want you to feel as good as you made me feel.” Her acceptance of the situation is music to my ears and I ease the head of my cock into her tight snatch. “Oh, Mr. P.” The same three words take on a whole new meaning when I start pressing into her. 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.

“Is this OK?” I ask as I start rocking slowly pushing deeper and deeper into her.

“Yes … yes … oh yes …” I want to laugh a little when I hear the bedframe start to thump against the wall. Maybe she’ll let me fix it so I don’t have to listen the this sound when Dick comes calling. 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.” I pick up the pace and rock harder against her firm body, the way her pelvis cushions each thrust 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 – and making her love it too.

In those 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 deep into her. I’m shooting blanks, so 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.