A slow fuck

“Are you going to take me now, Mr. P?” Alison's eyes meet mine with a eagerness that is as exciting as anything else about her. For just an instant I almost take her in my arms and show her what love-making is really about. After her crappy experience with men, Alison really needs someone to show her what sex between a man and a woman can be like if they love and trust each other completely. But that of course is the problem. I love Fran, even now three years after her **** to make love to this naïve teenager after thirty years with my wife just doesn't seem possible.

Even if I could convince my lovely young tenant that I was ready for that kind of loving relationship then what? I honestly don't know which would be worse, for Alison to think I loved her deeply and be compelled to spend time with a sorry old widower out of pity or for her to fall in love with me and start thinking that we could have a life together. The problem, I decide, is her expressive eyes that make me want to protect comfort her, so I roll her onto her side and slip behind her, so I don't have to see her trusting face as I use her.

“That's right, Angel.” I murmur in her pretty ear, “I got you off, I think it's only fair that I get to use your teenaged body for my own pleasure, don't you?” From behind her like this it is easy to cup her small tit and press my stiff cock against her ass. Alison seems to agree with the logic of my argument.

“Do you want me to use my mouth ... like you did?” The thought of having her pretty lips wrapped around my dick was not without appeal, but after last night I knew I was almost on empty, and I did not want to settle for a blowjob.

“Not this time, Angel.” I chuckle as I use my free hand to position my cockhead against her dripping folds, “If it's OK with you I think I want to feel your tight pussy wrapped around my cock.” Without even waiting for permission, I slowly push in and her vaginal walls are as tight and slick as I remember them.

“That feels good, Mr. P.” Alison head tilts back and her back arches as I fill her from behind. I take advantage of her stretched out position to kiss her neck just under her ear and squeeze her breast possessively.

“I'm glad, Honey.” My lips move back to her ear as I pick up the pace. “It's not so bad letting an old man enjoy your sweet firm body, is it?”

“You're not ol-” she stops herself before she even gets to the end of the denial of what is obviously a fact. “You may be old Mr. P, but you know just what I need.” She tries to turn her head to kiss me, but I hold her firmly in position. The last thing I need right now is to see those beautiful eyes of hers gazing at me adoringly. For a few minutes or two there is silence as I slide slowly in and out of her, and when Alison speaks it catches me a little by surprise.

“Is this how those men in the Romance novels take the young women who end up in their beds.” Apparently the three paperbacks on her nightstand are still clearly on her mind. As I pick up the pace I wonder if that is why it was so easy to get her into bed again,

“In some of them.” My hand moves from her breast to wrap gently around her throat; I'm not squeezing hard but there is something having my fingers around her neck that reinforces the idea that, right at this moment at least, her young body belongs to me, and I can do whatever I want. “In most, the authors stick to plain old missionary position.”

“And the heroine has ****?” Alison's breathing is getting more ragged as she squirms in my arms. “She has to let the man do whatever he wants, doesn't she?” This is getting dangerously close to where we were the last time, but by now I don't even care.

“That's right, Angel.” Her body is jerking on the bed, and I feel her fingers stroking wildly just above where my cock is stretching her open. Some small part of me remembers my rational for buying those books in the first place. “When you read those books, you'll see that what you thought were deviant desires are actually pretty common in women.”

“Not just women, right Mr. P?” Alison is so close to cumming again, but she still clearly wants to make her point. “You like the idea of having an innocent young woman to fuck whenever you want, don't you Sir?” Her back arches even more and I have to concentrate to keep my cock fully embedded in her tight slit as she wiggles on the edge of a climax. “You get excited knowing that this tight pussy is here for your personal use .... that you have a hot coed living upstairs who can't say no to your sexual demands ...”

My physical response to her question fills her womb with seed. It is nowhere near as powerful an ejaculation as the one I had last night the first time I filled her, and I am reminded once again about the limitations that come with my years of experience. I may not have as much spunk to fill her as Dick, but Alison's cry of passion is all I need to hear to know that I am giving her something her pathetic lover never does.