More about those men.

I let Alison slobber on my cock again, but all the while I imagine what it would be like to be one of those supposedly faithful men seduced by this alter ego of hers.

“You are good at this.” I groan, “If you were my boy's babysitter, I'd want some of this every time I drove you home.” Alison looks up, her face beaming with pride as she slowly strokes my rock-hard cock with soft circular motions.

“So, you like having your Paster's teenaged daughter sucking on your manrod, huh, Mr. Patterson?” The pace of her stroking is slow and steady, I wonder if she's trying to keep me right on the edge like this or if it's just a happy accident. “I'll see you and Mrs. Patterson tomorrow after services at the Church picnic.” Alison seems more than happy to fill in these naughty details. “I'll wear that white dress you like, and I'll be sure to tell her how good her boys were last night.”

“You little minx.” The words come out as a soft groan, “You fucking teasing, slut.” I knew exactly the dress she was talking about. Now that it is getting colder, she doesn't wear it as much, but it is easy to picture her standing outside looking all sweet and innocent.

“I'd ask your wife if I can borrow you for a few minutes, Sir.” Alison pauses long enough to coat the head of my cock with a new coating of saliva, so her hand stays well lubricated. “I'd tell her I need your help to get some cups from the storage closet in the basement.”

“You wouldn't dare.” I grunted even as I knew where this was heading. “You'd want me to pull up your dress and fuck you in your father's church?” The intensity of her sucking picks up but (intentionally or not) just before I explode, she pulls off of me and looks up wild with need.

“Oh Lord Jesus, Yes!” I am a little surprised by how excited my tenant appears to be by this scandalous new step. Something tells me that Alison has at least thought about something like this, although probably not with one of the married dads of the communities. “You could take me, Sir. You could ram this hard shaft of yours right up into my tight vagina while the rest of the congregation are just upstairs.” The urge to fuck this beautiful coed is growing uncontrollable, but I still don't have the protection we need.

“We still don't have any rubbers ...” I try to guide her head back to my cock, but she still has one more thing to add.