Pull up her skirts

With my pilgrim captive's wrists tied together and the cramped space inside my makeshift tent there wasn't much she could do to stop me from lifting her skirt from behind and pulling up the thick layer of black fabric to expose her creamy white backside. I'm not sure what the earliest female settlers wore under their skirts, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't the skimpy little pink panties that Alison had on. Those too were pulled free, and I now had a clear look at Alison's sex glistening in the candlelight.

“Oh God! You have to stop ... please, you can't do this.” We both knew though that I could do whatever I wanted and after another halfhearted struggle on Alison's part I was behind her with my cock ready to spear into her. “Not with a savage, Oh Dear Lord help me!”

“You no good woman.” I grunt as I savor the feeling of having just my head inside her tight sex. “You need warrior to make you fat.” I push in a little deeper marveling at how perfectly my cock fits inside her tight sheath. Alison however, is imagining something a little bit different.

“No! Take it out. You're splitting me into two!” With a frantic tug she is able to pull her hands free of the now loose coils of rope and she tries to pull me out of her.

With both my hands firmly on her hips, there is no way I'm going anywhere and with a savage grunt I ram the rest of my cock into her filling her with my meat as she cries out again in pain. Over the past three months, I've learned what Alison wants, and rough sex like this is one of the things that gets her the hottest. I'm certainly not complaining. Having this pretty young coed on her knees as I ram her from behind would be fantastic at any time, but her story of the headstrong pilgrim girl who needed a man to tame her and fill her womb makes it even better.

Heaven knows I'm no strapping young brave in the prime of my youth who has kidnapped this blonde beauty to ravish, but that doesn't make it any less hot and by now Alison's fake cries of pain have turned into the familiar moans and gasps of pleasure as she nears her climax.

“It's too much ... Oh fuck it feels so good!” She is so close now that she is no longer even trying to stay in character and instead is urging me to be even harder as I tame my white captive. “Harder, Mr. P! Make her squeal as you teach her what a savage warrior does with his prize ... Oh yes, make her cum and then fill her womb with your seed so even if she wanted to return to her father's house she couldn't.” I do as she asks pounding her as hard as I can until I feel her jerk and spasm under me as she lets out a throaty scream of surrender and cums all over my cock. There is no way I can stop now, and I follow right along with her until we both collapse on the bedding now stained with our juices and sweat.

Alison sighs as she works her nose into the soft part of my neck just under my ear. “Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. P. That was just what I was hoping for.”