How could it not?

Alison cums, bucking and thrusting her hips like a wild mare, her sex clamping tightly on my pulsing shaft that soon will deliver its load right inside her fertile womb. I can't take any more as I cry out "Here it comes! Take it all!" My sudden ejaculation sets her off even more as her pussy tightens against me more than ever, trying to wring my cock right off of me. The cum gushes out in powerful jets, coating her insides with wet heat that mixes with her flowing juices.

She responds with each spurt I put into her. She's in a state of bliss as she moans uncontrollably and collapses on the bed under me, spent. I collapse onto her, pinning her naked body under mine and I can feel her torso rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.

"You see, Mr. P." Instead of the look of satisfaction I am expecting to see, Alison is clearly upset by the direction this took. "I'm not the sweet small-town innocent you were hoping for. I'm a sinning harlot who can only get off when I'm being **** by a man." She refuses to meet my gaze, even when I hold her head firmly her eyes seem to be focused on the tip of her nose. "This is Jesus's way of punishing me for my whoring."

"How could you think that, Honey?" I ask. "What kind of God punishes his children by making them feel that good?"

Alison sniffs back her tears. "That's not divine grace, Mr. Patterson, that's the Devil tempting us with carnal lust."

"No, Angel." I assert myself. "I don't believe in the Devil anymore than I believe in a God that punishes his children for enjoying the gifts they are given." The word 'children' seems to shock Alison even more than my casual dismissal of her God and Devil.

"Oh No!" She wiggles out from under me, "Mr. P, you didn't use a condom!" She stares at my flaccid member as it twitches in the air, "I can't get pregnant, Mr. P, I just can't!"

"Angel, you don't have to worry about getting pregnant with me," I confess that I have mixed feeling about this, "This old man is shooting blanks." When I sense her confusion I remind her "I had a vasectomy 30 years ago, so no baby from me." I see the relief sweep over her expressive face, and I decide to reinforce her firm resolve to use rubbers when she has sex. From what little I know of Dick, I bet he sticks his cock in anything he can, and I have no desire to pick up any STD he might run into. "But condoms are a good idea, make sure you keep using them."

"Yes. Everyone else has to use protection, even my worthless boyfriend." She smiles shyly at me as we lie there together, "but with you I don't have to worry about conceiving." She sounds a little disappointed, "so we can do it just like this." As flattered as I am to hear this beautiful coed agree with me, I'm a little worried about the dreamy look in her eyes. The last thing I want in my life is for a nineteen year old coed to fall in love with me.

"Good," I growl possessively, and then even though I promised not to pry into her private life I had to ask about Dick "Why do you let him treat you so poorly? You deserve better."

"Because he discovered what I just told you about me and sex." Alison sighs as she settles her head back on my chest. "I met him at a party, he was playing in the band in the basement and I guess I was kinda staring at him. He wasn't like any of the other boys that courted me, he was raw and angry, and when he kissed me I couldn't stop him, he led me upstairs to an empty bedroom and fucked me as I lay under him and quietly sobbing." I stare at her in disbelief and she sniffs again. "That is how I lost my greatest treasure, Mr. P. - to a boy I had just met who not only didn't know my name, but didn't even know he was my first."

"Oh Honey, I'm s sorry for you." I whisper gently and rock her in my arms.

"It was my own stupid fault, Mr. P." Alison tells me bitterly, "I had just gotten into a fight with my dad, that's the only reason I let my friend take me to that stupid party in the first place."

"No Angel, it wasn't your fault," I want to smash that bastard's face in with a 2 by 4, but right now I am more worried about Alison. "You were the victim, what I don't understand is why you still have anything to do with him."

"When I got back to campus this fall, he found me in the commons and it just started happening again." She shrugs her shoulders like it no big deal, but I can only imagine how hard this is for her. "We were kissing in a dark corner and he had his hands down my jeans like I belonged to him. I guess in a way I do."

"What?" I definitely lose my cool for a second or two. "This is America in the 21st century. Women don't belong to men like some kind of twisted John Norman fantasy!" Alison though is not at all bothered by my angry exclamation.

"My mother warned me it would hurt the first few times on our honeymoon." I can only imagine what the birds-and-bees talk in the Walker household must have been like, "she said that the pain I would feel is my sacrifice to my husband; it is the woman's way of affirming that she belongs to him and that she will obey the man in all things." Instead of arguing with her on her bed I decide to change the nature of our conversation.

"I see, and are you going to obey me like that too?" Alison bites her lip and modestly covers her breasts.

"I have to Mr. P, don't I?" In spite of the portrayed shyness, she is clearly excited by this. "Until I can pay my rent, I have to do whatever you want." Her doe eyes meet mine without blinking and she smiles coyly. "Can you think of some way you might want my teenaged body? I like it when you pin me down and just take what you want, but I'll do whatever you tell me to."

For some reason... Maybe it was Alison's sudden eagerness to please ... my cock refused to go down. It isn't rock hard anymore, but it was still nicely swollen as it rests on her soft thigh. She notices it too and she reaches out to carefully grip its girth and her eyes widen as she feels its size. "I am yours to command, Master."