I can't stop in time.

I cannot come close to describing how good it feels to be deep inside this teenage pussy. The way she gasps and wiggles under me only adds to the feelings of pleasure and control. Once deep inside her, I lift me torso so I can see her slender body twist under me. I'm not gentle when I grab her firm young tit and twist it hard, and her body twists futilely under mine.

“You're despicable, Colonel.” Alison groans as I grope her, “Ravishing my tight young body, despoiling me with your filthy scepter.” Her little hands claw at my face until I capture them again and hold her down. “You and all your men are going to burn in Hell, for what you've done to my family.”

“Take it, you Rebel whore!” I growl down at her, “Take every inch of my cock and see what a real man does to a southern debutant's sweet tight body.”

For maybe another thirty seconds I pound her as hard as I can, imagining that she is one of those antebellum plantation maidens who is being ravaged by a rough soldier three times her age. With each hard thrust she lets out a whimper of pain that has me even more excited than any dirty talk they have on those porno videos online.

“You're mine now, you little Dixie cunt. Your hot teenaged womb is mine too.” To be honest I'm not sure if it is my pretty Christian tenant or that southern plantation belle whose womb I want to fill.

“Are you fertile, Miss Miller.” Her small hands cling to my shoulders and in spite of her protests I can feel her pelvis rocking against me with each thrust. “Is my Yankee seed going to find a ripe egg to inseminate?”

“Not that, Colonel Patterson.” Her gasp of pleasure should warn me how far lost she is in this fantasy of hers, but by now I'm not thinking very clearly either. “I will be forever shamed if you plant your seed you plant in me, Sir.”

In the back of my mind, I know that Alison is not really the sheltered daughter of some **** owning plantation master, she's a good Christian girl and if I'm not careful I'm going to go too far. At the moment though, I just don't care. It's crazy, but the idea of my seed fertilizing an egg and a baby growing in her has an undeniable appeal. The rational side of me knows that fathering a child at sixty would be wildly irresponsible, but there is a primitive need to procreate that is wired into our male DNA and the Yankee officer that is raiding this rebel plantation would have none of those worries.

“Yes, you rebel mare.” I whisper coarsely as I push in even deeper. “I'd like to see your belly get fat with a baby.” Her hips buck under mine in a futile attempt to dislodge me. “I'd like to see your titties fat and dripping with milk.” I'm a little embarrassed to admit that Alison's squirming is turning me on even more. As deep as I am, the head of my penis must surely be wedged right up against her cervix when, with an urgent grunt, I lose control. Two full streams of cum shoot out before I come to my senses (no pun intended) and with a grunt I pull out, even as another jet of my semen is deposited within her.

She is laying spread open beneath me, still trying to understand what just happened. As I watch, I see a slow trickle of pearly seed ooze from inside her. While keenly aware of the implications, I feel a primitive sense of satisfaction at seeing this beautiful young blonde filled by with cum. As I said before, there is something inherently satisfying for a male to see his seed planted in the womb of a ripe young woman.

“Oh, Mr. P!” Alison gasps in a mixture of fear, confusion and excitement, “did you do it inside me?”

“I'm afraid so, Honey. I just couldn't stop in time.” With a sudden thought, I grip her shoulders and shake her gently until her swirling eyes meet mine. “This is important, Alison. When was your last period?” My naive tenant 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?”