I prefer the regular Alison

“If it's all the same to you, I think I like the shy preacher’s daughter better.” I tell her as I pull her pigtails free from their hairbands. “Any more teasing and I might not last the night.” I think I see a bit of relief in her eyes, but I am too busy going in for a kiss to be sure.

If you haven't made out on an arm chair, I highly recommend it. The way Alison is draped over my lap with her bare legs hanging off one side and her head and shoulders off the other puts her in the perfect position for me to enjoy almost all of her firm young body as we kiss. In no time at all her top is pulled down and I have a whole new swath of territory to explore.

“I love these beautiful tits,” I lower my mouth to them and suck one of nipples between my teeth remembering how hot she was this morning. “Did your Dr. Williard drool, when he saw you sitting in class today?”

“Oh Mr. P, really?!” She asks, “I had another shirt in my backpack the whole time. I have enough trouble with boys staring as it is.” I bet she does, I know if I was a horny frat boy, I’d be hounding her all the time. It is hard to maintain a conversation when so much time is spent kissing, but when I finally came up again for a breather, I let her in on a secret.

“It’s that sweet, small-town girl look that drives us men wild.” I tell her as I carefully tuck a stray lock of hair back from her face. “We can’t help but wonder what a simple country girl like you might be like when we finally get between her legs.” My hand, which had pretty much stayed North of her Mason Dixon line as we kissed, once again slides between her thighs and this time I keep pushing until I can feel the damp crease in her panties. Alison’s only response is a moan of pleasure and the way she lifts her hips up off my lap.

I push the thin fabric into the crack on her pussy, rubbing it hard against the folds hiding her clit. I do my best to put a little country hick in my accent. “I do hope you ready girl, ‘cause I’m gonna to take that sweet teenager up to her room, lay her on her bed and do as many wicked things as I can until she’s begging me for mercy.”

“Oh, Lord Jesus!” Alison’s response is as exciting as the feeling of her pelvis grinding against my fingers. This is more than I can take and I lift her into my arms and head for the stairs. There are a good number of women that I couldn’t carry like this, but I doubt Alison weighs more than 120 pounds, and there is something very primal about carrying a woman to a bed. Even so, by the time I get to the top of the stairs I am breathing harder than I should be. The effect on Alison though makes the effort worth it. Her arms are around my neck and her eyes are glowing with excitement as I lay her on her bed and in a single motion pull that sexy little skirt down over her knees.

When I pause to pull my shirt over my head she kicks the skirt the rest of the way off and pulls at her top that is still stretched around her lower ribs. I don’t think I’ve ever taken off a pair of khakis as fast in my life and when we were both fully naked I sit next to her on the bed and take in her glorious nakedness.

“Nervous?” I ask as I run my hand down her flank. Her nod and the way her eyes drop remind me that although this is no virgin, she doesn’t have a whole lot of experience with sex either. Certainly not experience with good sex.

“I’m going to be gentle,” I tell her, “but you have to let me know if things are going too fast.” Her shy smile is all the answer I need and I lower myself onto the bed by her side. Luckily, because I rent out these rooms furnished, I did not have to squeeze onto a dorm-room twin bed, but had our old queen set to stretch out on. She is already slick as fuck down below, but I take a few more minutes to kiss and stroke her before I roll on top and ease my legs between her hips opening her up for what is to come. Missionary is not my favorite position, but for our first time it is probably the most appropriate.

“Please…” Her voice is ragged with need, “please Mr. P. I want you so bad.” And so after a moment of fumbling to get the head of my cock just inside her pussy, I started easing into her as she moans softly in delight. She's tight and hot, and the way her insides clench my manhood makes me feel like a young man again. At first, I'm careful not to intrude too far too fast, but soon she is begging for me to pick up the pace. “So good… oh please Mr. P more … I need more.” She may not have been the virgin that men hope for when they take the preacher’s daughter, but she is tight and responsive, and it is the best sex I’ve had for over a dozen years.

As I start pounding harder, the bed thumps against the wall in a familiar pattern. I smile internally as I realize that it is not nearly as annoying when it is me in the bed with Alison instead of Dick. The way she’s pleading for me to take her is way sexier than as the filthy smut and inane dialog from on-line porn, and each gasp and moan makes me want to make this last that much longer.

“I am however only a man, and fucking this tight teenaged pussy is more than I can take so after only a few minutes of hard pounding I feel my balls starting to tingle.