I can't hold back any longer

I pull her down on top of me and as she twitches and jerks I release into her again. Unlike the first time, this is not a torrent of spunk, but Alison can feel the warmth of my sperm filling her because her pussy milks my cock expertly as she rubs her breasts against my chest.

“Wow!” Even though Alison whispers the word, I can hear the wonder and excitement in her voice. “That was amazing.” She props herself up just enough that I can watch her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, and I realize that I am breathing just as hard as she is. I am still inside her and I can feel her vagina squeezing my cock milking every last drop of cum from my slowly deflating member. Alison however has something else on her mind.

“Did it feel that good because you weren’t wearing a condom?” The question catches me a little bit by surprise, and Alison explains. “Richard says sex is way better if you do it bareback.”

“No Honey, that didn’t feel so good because we didn’t use protection.” I tell her even if that might be some small part of how good it had felt. “Our sex was amazing because you had just had a climax and your pussy was still sensitized from that.” The last thing I want is for Alison to let Dick talk her into not using protection.

From what little I can tell about the man, he’d stick his cock in any skanky hole he could find. I don’t want any part of the nasty STD’s he might be bringing to Alison’s bed. “Don’t let that young man of yours talk you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with.” I take her face between my hands and look sternly at her. “I’d hate to see you have to leave college and go back to Tennessee because you got yourself knocked up.” Alison’s eyes widen and she nods silently. “That’s my good girl.” I smile as my lips lift to reach hers again.

Alison’s arms wrap around my neck and her lips cling to mine and the kiss goes on for a good long time. Adding to the pleasure is the feeling of her pelvis rocking down on my hips, her body is just the right size so I fit into the soft recesses perfectly.

“Mr. P?” Alison nibbles gently on my ear.

“Yeah, Angel?”

“Thank-you.” One of the things I've always liked about Alison is her habit of thanking me. Whether it is for cooking her dinner or reminding her about the weather, she never fails to thank me when I help her. This however is quite a bit more than just sharing a pizza and I hug her to me enjoying the sensation of her firm young body wiggling against me, my cock has shrunk back to nothing. I’m definitely going to have to see about getting a prescription to Viagra® or whatever new wonder pill they are recommending now.

“You are very welcome, Angel,” I nuzzle the soft skin under her ear, “I think I'm done for the night, but I hope this arrangement works out so we can experiment some more next week.” Her shy smile and eager nod are all the response I need. With a contented sigh I roll off to her side and pull her close. After a little careful wiggling, I am spooning this beautiful young woman with her ass wedged against my pelvis and her back pressed to my chest. “Let’s just lie here together, so I can hold you.”

“Really?” I guess after Dick’s constant disappearances, she doesn’t have much experience with cuddling after sex. I slip my hand up over her belly until I cup the smooth softness of her tit; giving it a gentle squeeze I pull her even closer.

“Really,” I assure her. In the summertime, Connecticut evenings are warm enough not to need blankets so we lay together on top of the bedding for a good thirty minutes without speaking.