Not in the least

“Good girls always do what they are told to by their elders, don’t they?” I ask as I take her hand and lead her to the stairwell.

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is so low I might have missed her response if I hadn’t been listening for it.

“Excellent, and good girls always try their best, don’t they?” This time she just nods, but that is good enough for now. “And do good girls ever lie to get out of trouble?” By now we are at the landing halfway up the staircase, and I take the opportunity to swing her into my arms so her jiggling tits press against my tee-shirt. Her eyes lower and I know I’ve found a **** spot in this sweet coed’s armor of faith and optimism. I use my finger under her chin to lift her face until I see the shame in her eyes, “Do good girls lie?” I ask again.

“No, Sir.”

“I see.” I smile gently and kiss her trembling lips. “And do good girls show off their pretty little titties?”

“Please, Mr. P.” A single tear is forming in the corner of her eye and I kiss it away before it can roll down her cheek. “Please, I try to be a good girl, but it’s hard.”

“I see.” I repeat solemnly; before she can speak again we continue up the steps to her room. Outside the door and I kiss her again, this time much harder than ever before. Her back is pinned to the door frame and my knee drives between her legs until her crotch is riding my thigh like a cowgirl. Unlike the slow gently kisses downstairs on the couch, this is the kiss of a man claiming his prize. Alison surrenders to the **** without even a token fight, allowing my tongue to plunder her mouth and my hands to grope her the way I've wanted to for the past month now.

“And do good girls let boys come over and fuck them whenever they like.” I growl into her reddening ear as she clings to me like a drowning woman might cling to a life raft.

“Jesus forgive me, no.” She whimpers softly, “No, I’m not a good girl, I’m a sinner and a Jezebelle.”

“Good,” I growl as I push her into her bedroom and almost throw her onto her bed. “Because, I don’t want a good girl.” Her eyes widen and her hands instinctively wrap around her breasts as I pull off my shirt in a single motion. “I want to hear you gasp and cry out in pleasure as my cock embeds itself into your tight little cunt.”

“Please Sir, I told you I can’t.” I ignore her protests and reach for the buttons on her jeans.

“You’d better,” I warn as a jerk open three of the buttons with one hard tug. “Because if you don’t I’ll find some a way to make you.” I pull her jeans down to her knees dragging a cute pair of cotton panties decorated with little blue flowers halfway down her thighs with them. “It’s not your choice anymore Alison, you are going to climax when I tell you to.” I can see Alison’s eyes widen in understanding, and then she gasps as I pull her last bits of clothing over her feet and she is gloriously naked before me.

“I was going to take my time and be sure you were good and ready,” I climb onto the bed and cover her body with mine, “I was going to gentle with you, because you were a good little girl, but you're not so pure, and I’m too fucking horny for that.” I grab a handful of hair and jerk her head up so I can see the look in her eyes as I let her know just what I intend to do. “I’m going to fuck your teenaged cunt so hard; you’re not going to be able to walk straight tomorrow. And I’m not using a God Damn rubber either, so your pussy had better not be diseased.”

“Please, Mr. P.” She moans weakly, “please, I need you to fuck me like a Bad girl!” I flip her over and lower my hips onto her hot ass. I’ve always preferred to fuck a woman from behind like this, I like to be able to use my hands freely on their tits and pussy and the feeling of a woman’s buttocks cushioning my thrusts only adds to the pleasure. Alison however has apparently never even considered this position as an option because she lets out a pained groan of confusion and frustration.

“What? No, I need you, Mr. P. I need you now!” She tries to roll back to face me, but I hold her firmly in place and reach under her to push the head of my cock into her pussy. “Ohh!” Her gasp of surprise is all I need to continue and with a hard thrust I bury myself into her. “OOgghhh!” God, she feels good. Her pussy clenches me like a vice and I feel every inch of her hot slick channel.

I am not gentle with this beautiful young woman but if anything, the way I grip her hair and grab her firm tits only adds to Alison's excitement. As for her fear of freezing up, when I finger her clit as my cock pounds in and out, she thrashes and moans like a pornstar.

“That’s right you Bad Girl!” I grunt as I feel my balls twitching in anticipation. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“YES!” Alison’s voice rises to a scream so loud I wonder if her father might hear it all the way in Tennessee. “Please Mr. P, I need to, oh … oh … oh my goodness-” I do my best to time it right, but she is so ready that I almost miss the signs as her body starts to twitch.

“Cum Alison!” I order, pushing as deeply as I can into her. “Cum for me you Bad, Bad Girl!” And right then I feel the hot juices flooding the tight teenaged cunt that squeezes me like a vice, and she cries out like she's being strangled.