If it's what she wants

I'm not proud of the thoughts that I am feeling, but I cannot deny that the idea of taking this beautiful teen and teaching her what a real man expects from a young young woman is unexpectedly exciting.

“Don't hide those beautiful tits, Angel.” I take a step towards her and she backs away nervously. “I want to see every inch of that sweet body of yours. I've been thinking about fucking a sweet little coed like you for years now.” If anything, her hands tighten even more on her tits and she turns away trying to hide as much of her toned body as she could.

“No ... you can't!” Seeing as how Alison just asked me to do just this, I don't take her protests too seriously.

“Oh I can and I will, Alison. By the time I'm done collecting my rent money from you, you're not going to be able to walk straight.”

“But I'm not on the pill ...” Did she think that I'd change my mind based on a fear of knocking her up? Maybe I would have, luckily a vasectomy over twenty years ago renders that argument moot.

“Then you'd better hope you don't have an ripe egg waiting.” I tell her as I push her back onto her bed. “Because I have four years of backed up sperm that's going to flood your womb.” It is a little cruel, but the fear of getting knocked up will make the sex even more intense for this conflicted young woman, and her frantic struggles will add to my fantasy of domination and conquest.

“What?” She kicks at me and hisses angrily “Please, Mr. P, I can't get pregnant!”

“I'm here to collect what you owe me.” I remind her when I get a hold of her kicking legs. “You really should be on the pill or at least be more careful, Angel. It's not safe to let nasty men follow you into your room.”

“Get away from me!” Her eyes are wide with fear and possible excitement, but she is clearly not going to just let me have her without a fight. She's quite strong for a woman, but I outweigh her by close to 60 pounds, and although not in great overall shape, my arms and hands are strong from years of doing handywork around my old house. It doesn't take long to have her pinned under me with her hands pressed to the bed. When she realizes that she can't win a contest of strength she changes her tactics to one I'm familiar with from years of teaching. Her body softens, and tears form in the corners of her beautiful eyes, she looks particularly **** and innocent as she begs me to stop.

“Please, Mr. P, you can't do this - oh!” There is a soft gasp as I take advantage of this change in tactics to work my other leg between hers so that I am resting my hips between her splayed thighs. “You can't **** me!” She should be able to tell from the hard length that is pinned against her belly that I could indeed follow through with what I started, but just to make her situation perfectly clear I let her know that that is exactly what I intend to do.

“I am going to have you, Angel.” I growl as she squirms under me. I wonder if she is intentionally rubbing her tits against my bare chest or if that is an unintentional side effect of her struggles. “I'm going to take my rent money out of this beautiful body of yours, and by the time my cock is done stretching your tight little pussy, you aren't going to be able to walk straight.” Again she bucks and twists under me but I am ready for her struggles and let her tire herself out with the futile attempt.

“Don't do this, please, I swear I'll get you the money.” By now real tears are streaming down her cheeks and I almost believe her, but things have gone too far to stop now.

“It's too late for that, Alison. Isn't it?” She doesn't say anything, but I almost see a nod of submission and when I shift my grip so I am holding both her slender wrists with one hand she is not fighting as much as before. “I'm going to break you in, fuck you until you can't stand it anymore, and before I'm done with you I'm going to make you like it.” With my free hand I grab one of the the tits I've been dying to grope since the first morning she sauntered into my kitchen wearing on of those tight tops of hers. Her small nipples are puckered into tight buds and she whimpers sweetly when I roll one of them between my finger and thumb.

“Please, stop … you have to stop.” Her eyes are closed now as she twists her head from side to side. “You're to strong … I can't help it...” Her whole body is starting to rock against mine in a decidedly sexual rhythm, and I am finally beginning to believe this really is what this poor messed up preacher's daughter needs from me. Alison however is not quite ready to give in and when she feels my cock pressing at her slit she fights like a frenzied wildcat.

“No!” Her hips twist under mine and she is able to pull one of her hands free and rakes it across my chin before grabbing my arm and trying to pull my hand away from her crotch. The pain from her nails across my face emboldens me and after a quick adjustment I am able to get the knob of my cock into her opening. Once I'm well inside her, I capture her wrist in my hand and pin it back to the mattress before leaning into her, slowly invading the tightest young pussy I've felt since the very first time with Fran over thirty years ago.

“Nooo!!” I ignore Alison's cry of defeat as I sink deeper and deeper into her, and almost immediately her protests turn to something a little more nuanced. “Oh Jesus forgive me, oohh!” Her legs wrap around my hips pulling me even tighter into her and her hips are rising in rhythm to my hard thrusts as she grunts wordlessly.