Not yet, but maybe with some help...

I move my hips experimentally hoping that the added stimulation would do the trick. Sadly just because I'm inside a 19 year old's pussy doesn't make my cock any younger and after a second tentative push I pull out too far and my semi-hard cock flops over to the side like a dog that's too tired to keep standing.

“Nooo,” Alison's soft moan of disappointment matches exactly how I feel. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Angel.” I chuckle softly trying to hide my frustration. “It's just I'm an old man, and probably good for only one shot at a go.” Alison appears to be both relieved that my lack of performance is not her fault and resigned to having her fun so soon. I however, knew that even if my cock was satisfied, that there were other ways to satisfy this beauty.

“Oh we're not done yet, Honey.” I assure her as I shift a little so I can suck on her small teats. “Just because I'm spent doesn't mean you can't cum again … and again after that.” I pause my **** on her pink nipples long enough to enjoying the way she splutters nervously as she tries to stop me as my hand moves from her tits over her flat belly.

“S-stop, w-what are you d-doing?” Her voice cracks slightly, but the way her back arches when my mouth returns to her tits is easy enough to understand, and my hand continues it's downward journey. “I don't know if I can take it.”

“Relax, Angel.” I murmur as my fingers comb through the downy curls above her pussy. “I'm going to make you feel good, just like before.”

“Mr. P!” Alison blushes fiercely and her hand tries to pull mine away. “Wait!” I love the expression of surprise and confusion when my fingers find her clit hiding between her petals. Did she think that her hidden button was a secret that only she knew about?

“Doesn't this feel nice?”

“Oh yes, Mr. P!” Her hand is still covering mine, but instead of trying to pull it away, now her fingers are pushing mine even harder against her rocking pelvis. “So good … oohh Lord Jesus … oh fuck yes...” It would be so easy to bring this responsive young woman to a climax, but we have all night and why rush things? It's a game I've played before, keeping a woman right on the edge but not letting her have the relief she craves and I was looking forward to seeing how far along this narrow path I could take Alison.

“Do you want to cum, Angel?” I ask as I tease her, “Do you want that big fat orgasm that's waiting for you?”

“Yes, Mr. P!” Her whole body is twitching and her free hand has a handful of the bedding that is pulling free as she clenches it. “Please, I'm so close!” She is too, I slowly step her away from the edge without completely stopping my steady stroking; Alsion's whimpers of frustration almost make me have pity on her, but I know that in the long run it will be even better if I make her wait.

“You are so sensitive.” I praise her as she wiggles under my fingers trying to get back to where I had her, “It would be so easy to give you what you want.”

“Please, Mr. P!” Alison is starting to tear up as she begs, “I'll do anything, please … I need it.” God, I'm an evil man, but I love the desperation in her expressive eyes as she pleads.

“Have you ever given a blow-job, Angel?” I watch her face carefully to gauge the reaction to my suggestion. I see surprise and shock combined with a hint of distaste.

“Mr. P, that's gross!” I pick up the pace of my fingering just a little and her eyes close as she rocks against my hand as if she's trying to forget what I said. I almost let her get too far this time, and her moan of frustration when I pull my hand way is even more needy than before. When I push the juice covered fingers into her mouth there is a moment of panic followed by a soft whimper as her lips close around my digits and she sucks them clean.

“Good girl,” I encourage her between my own gentle nipping on her tits. “That's how I want you to suck on my cock.” There is an audible 'pop' when my fingers pull out of her mouth, followed by a moan of pleasure when the now well-lubricated tips find her clit once again. “I want you to suck the life back into this old meat,” I grind my cock against her soft hip as I finger her, noting that just the idea of her taking me in her mouth has the old boy starting to swell.

“I don't know...” once again her hips are rocking, “... please, Mr. P, I've never had a man in my mouth. What if I do it wrong?” At this point I know I have her, and sure enough after a little more fingering she is between my legs with my cock growing hard again between her soft lips. She looks at me earnestly as she takes more and more of my manhood into her pretty mouth.

It isn't a great blow-job, but knowing that I had brought the sheltered young woman to this point, and that she is tasting her own juices as she bobs diligently is all the extra stimulation I need. She's doing her best; some other time I'll help her learn how to treat a man's penis the way it deserves, for now though I want to return to that sweet tight heaven that I had been encased in before.