Alison gets a creampie.

I cannot come close to describing how good it feels to be deep inside this teenage pussy. With each hard thrust she gasps and wiggles under me and I know that I won't be able to last too much longer.

“Oh, Sir.” Alison groans as I fuck her, “This feels so good ... I didn't know ... Oh Lord have mercy! That poor princess is being stretched open by your hard manhood.” I must be getting into this fantasy of control she's spinning because I capture her wrists in my hands and pin them to the mattress above her head.

“Take it, Princess!” I growl in her ear, “Take every inch of my cock and see what a man does to a woman.” For maybe another thirty seconds I pounded her as hard as I could, and then I realized that I need to bring this to a safe conclusion.

I tried to pull out, but with Alison's legs locked around my back I could only pull out so far.

“Angel,” I whisper urgently as I try to hold back. “Alison, we have to stop!” I release her wrists and reach back for her ankles, but this new position sends even stronger waves of pleasure from my cock all the way up my spine to the tips of my ears. As much as I try, the head of my penis is still wedged between her tight lips when with an urgent grunt, I lose control. Two squirts of cum shoot out before I am finally able to wrestle free and I look down to see my fears confirmed.

As I watch I see another glob of pearly seed ooze from inside her. While keenly aware of what a disaster this is, I also feel a primitive sense of satisfaction at seeing this beautiful young blonde filled by with cum. There is something inherently satisfying for a male to see his seed planted in the womb of a ripe womb.

I'm not even sure that Alison knows what happened. Her eyes are closed and mouth open as she moans incoherently. In porn, it's an overused cliché to fuck a woman until she passes out, but I came pretty close.

I use a handful of the rumpled sheets to wipe away as much of the jizz from her sex as I can, but I know there must still be much more inside. To make matters even worse, the stimulation of the soft cotton rubbing her makes Alison moan softly and lift her hips.

“Hey, Honey!” I slap her gently on her cheeks until her eyes open. “This is important. When was your last period?” This naive coed is even more confused than ever.

“What?” Clearly this is a question she wasn't expecting to ever have from anyone other than perhaps her doctor - certainly not from a man.

“Your cycle, Honey. When did you have your last period?”