I'm spent, but not her

We lie like that together and for a few minutes I think that maybe my swollen member will grow hard again and I can continue Alison's lessons, but nature takes its course and in spite of the feeling of her muscles twitching around my cock I slowly shrink until I slip from within her.

“Thank-you, Mr. P.” Alison seems to think that this night is over, “that was really nice.” I guess if her only experience with sex comes from Dick, I can't blame her for thinking that was it, but really?

“Oh we're not done yet, Honey.” I assure her as I shift a little so I can suck on her small teats. “Just because I'm spent doesn't mean you can't cum again … and again after that.” I pause my **** on her pink nipples long enough to enjoying the way she splutters nervously as she tries to stop me as my hand moves from her tits over her flat belly.

“S-stop, w-what are you d-doing?” Her voice cracks slightly, but the way her back arches when my mouth returns to her tits is easy enough to understand, and my hand continues it's downward journey. “I can't do it again, I'll melt into nothing.”

“Relax, Angel.” I murmur as my fingers comb through the downy curls above her pussy. “Now that you seen the gentler way of sex, I want to go back to those dark fantasies you like to think about when you masturbate.”

“Mr. P!” Alison blushes fiercely. “Really!” This, I decide is going to be fun.

“Really.” I let my fingers slowly trace the around Alison's labia, still sticky from our combined juices, and when she moans softly I whisper softly into her ear. “Tell me your deepest, darkest, most sinful, carnal desire.”

“I can't...” Alison's breathing quickens, and her hands clutch at the sheets.

“You have to, Honey.” I press her firmly. “Tell me.” She is silent for a long time, and just when I think that there are limits to how far I can push her she takes a deep breath.

“I read a pamphlet about MS-13 that my father had picked up at a Trump Rally.” I can only imagine what kind of fear mongering there might be in that kind of biased political crap. “You know the Mexican **** gang?” I nod at Alison as I continue slowly stroking her, “They're really bad Mr. Patterson, they're not just **** dealers. They run guns and shakedown businesses, they have prostitution houses set up in all the big cities.” I nod silently, curious about the direction the conversation is taking. “They send raiding parties out from their sanctuary cities to small towns all over the country looking for fresh young girls to **** into the sex trade.” We were silent for a few minutes as I slowly worked the sweet spot at the top of her slit. I'm sure they were as bad or worse than many other gangs, but the image of them creeping about like wolves hunting innocent schoolgirls struck me as being a little far fetched. But to Alison it was an image that struck like a knife, she starts whispering again almost as if she's afraid one of the gang-members might hear her.

“Mr. P, I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to be taken by them,” Her eyes close and her back arches upward gracefully as I teased her. “All I could think of was what it would be like to be carried away to some nasty compound. It was like I was reading about Saint Ursula all over again.” I wasn't expecting a fantasy this dark from my sweet young tenant, but remembering how she responded to the rougher moments of our sex, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised.

“Put your hands above your head.” I deliberately roughen my voice and with a whimper she lifts her arms and crosses her wrists at the head of the bed.

“That's right. You've been snatched by some very bad men,” I cup her tits marveling at how soft her skin is, “and now as they wait for nightfall, they are going to sample your tender young teen-aged body.” I can tell by the way she twists and moans that this is exactly what she had been imagining.

“No, Senor, please let me go.” I can feel her body start to tighten as she nears her second climax of the night, and she is lost in her erotic nightmare. “Oh God, No! I won't tell anyone, I swear.”

“Let you go, bitch?” I do my best Latin American accent, “We gonna to take you pretty blonde ass to LA. They pay big bucks for a fresh young girl like you.” The poor thing shudders as she hears her fate, and I decide to add one more twist to push her over the edge. “But first, me and Jose, we gonna break you in.” Alison jerks back lifting her tits and her face contorts in twisted agony, and I rub her clit even harder as she whimpers. I growl coarsely into her ear. “Oooo, I like me the sound of a innocent chica squealing as she gets opened.”

With that final image in her brain, this sheltered preacher's daughter convulses in a wicked orgasm, bucking and jerking like a rag-doll on the bed by my side. It takes her almost a minute for Alison to recover from this climax and I hold her gently in my arms as she trembles softly. None of the women I've ever been with have ever climaxed with this kind of intensity. What the Hell an I getting into?