Oh yeah!

“Are you sure about this?” As much as I want to fuck this beautiful coed, I remember the deal we made - this is already crossing a line.

“Please, Mr. P!” The need in her voice matches mine, there is no way I can pass this up.

“It might get a little rough, is that OK?” Alison's little gasp of pleasure is sexier than all the dirty talk on the on-line videos I regularly watch.

“I know, Sir.” Her great big eyes are sparkling with excitement, “As a chaste princess I can hardly let you spread my legs and ruin me without putting up a fight.”

A few minutes later I have stripped down to only my boxers and Alison has found a filmy white robe that is so transparent she might as well be wearing nothing. I get the idea that she bought this gossamer nightwear specifically with this kind of erotic fantasy in mind, and I wonder what her preacher father would say if he knew his little princess had something like this hidden away in her closet.

“Who are you?” Alison's transition into the startled princess is so abrupt it catches me by surprise at first. “How did you get into my room, and where are your clothes?”

“I'm the man who's going to make you a woman, princess.” I chuckle cruelly, “I've got all night to enjoy your perfect little body.”

“I'll scream!”

“No you won't, princess.” I remind Alison of her own assessment of the situation, “What would people say if you were found alone in your bed-chamber with a grunt from the stables like me?” She twists away from me and climbs up on her bed, but not before I am able to tear the robe off her shoulders.

“You can't!” Alison covers herself as best she can with her arms, “I'm still a maiden, I've never been with a man.”

“Oh, I know, your highness.” I take the time to pull off my last bit of underwear before closing the gap separating us. “That's what makes this worth the risk.”

It takes a little while to subdue my royal prize. Alison had not been kidding about putting up a fight; by the time I have her spread out beneath me I have a scratch on my face to prove it and bruise on my thigh, but the **** struggle is part of the fantasy, and I am harder than ever when I finally have her pinned.

“Don't do this! Please, you'll ruin me!” After listening to Dick banging away every week, I know that there will be no hymen to rupture, but the fantasy of taking a princess like this is fucking hot. I'm glad Alison warned me that she was going to play her part this fully. If I hadn't been forewarned, I might not have continued with this forceful deflowering of my virgin princess but remembering her thrashing about on the bed as she fingered herself was all I needed to convince myself that this is Alison's fantasy as much as mine.

With the initial thrust, I feel the wet heat of her tight sex wrap around me and hear her protest softly, my second thrust stabs much deeper and this time Alison gives the sharp cry of pain that accompanied the supposed loss of her virginity. Fuck, she feels good! The way her back arches up lifting her tits against my chest and the tightness of her pussy around my cock is something that I haven't felt in years. Even before my wife's unexpected ****, sex hadn't been like this. She would indulge my perverse fantasies every so often, but it wasn't really her thing; Alison on the other hand is as excited by this role-play as I am. I feel the shift in her movements as she goes from fighting me to being an eager participant. She still plays the part of the innocent princess, but her hips rock in rhythm with mine and I can feel her grinding against my trying to reach that orgasmic bliss from before.

“You're so big ... oh, so deep ... please, be gentle!” I guess every man likes to hear shit like that, I'm not even sure if it is true but I don't even care. To a virgin princess any man would be her biggest, and I have no intention of being gentle.

“Take it, princess.” I slam into her making her cry out again, “Take my fucking cock, and feel what's it's like to be a woman!”

“Yes!” By now Alison's legs are wrapped around my back and I no longer need to hold her arms up above her head. She pulls my head to her face so she can urge me on with a breathy whisper. “I'm yours. Take me, use me any way you want!”

“I will, princess.” My thrusts are getting even harder and deeper as I feel myself getting close, “I'm going to fill your ripe pussy with my virile seed.” It is a good thing that this is a 'safe' time for Alison, because even if she was at her most fertile, I don't think I could have stopped myself from finishing deep inside her.

“Wait, pull out! I can't carry your baby.” The way her legs are wrapped around me I doubt I could have even if I tried. “I'm supposed to marry the prince!”

That's what makes the fantasy even better. Here I am a lowly stableboy and I'm the one who claims this princess. Not only am I the one who pops her cherry, but it will be my son and not the stupid prince's who will be the heir to the throne. There is something primal in a man's nature that makes us want to claim a woman this way, to own her, to put our child into her womb.

The thought Alison's beautiful young body swelling with my child sends me over the edge and with one final push I send stream after stream of hot cum splashing deep into her womb.