On her hands and knees

“What?” Her surprise and confusion as I pull her from my cock as almost as sexy as seeing her bobbing up and down on my meat.

“You did good, Angel.” I tell her as I sit up on the side of the bed, “but I want to try something a little different.” Her eyes widen but I see she is eager to learn. “I want you on your hands and knees, Honey.” I tell her gently but firmly, “I want to feel your sweet ass cushioning my thrusts.”

“Like this Mr. P?” Alison doesn't seem to realize hot fucking hot she looks as she glances back at me uncertainly.

“Oh yeah!” If anything, seeing her in this position makes me even harder that having her mouth wrapped around my dick. “Just back up a little so your knees are right on the edge of the bed.” I guide her gently with my hands on her hips until she is lined up perfectly for my cock.

“I feel so naughty, Sir.” Her ass wiggles with excitement, “Are you going to spank me?” I hadn't really even thought about smacking that tight little ass of hers, and I filed the idea away for some other time.

“Not tonight, Angel. I have something else in mind for this lovely piece of ass.” As my fingers reach between her legs and strokes the swollen labia find there. “You're a country girl; have you ever seen a stallion cover a mare?” Her whimper of excitement is all the answer I need.

“On a school trip when I was in eighth grade, but it was a bull and a heifer. We only saw a little of what was happening before our teachers shooed us away.” I can just picture a thirteen-year-old Alison and her classmates staring in wonder at the raw sexuality of the mating cows and the flustered nuns hurrying to guide their innocent charges away from the scene.

“And did you understand what was happening?” I ask even as I position the head of my cock in her sweet spot.

“No ... well kind of...” her head lifts and back arches instinctively putting her self in the perfect angle for my imminent entry as she tried to describe the childhood memory, “By then I knew about how farmers bred their livestock, but the bull was so ... big and powerful. It wasn't at all what I thought it would be like.”

“Were you and your friends excited?” I can only imagine what a sheltered young girl like her might think if she saw that kind of display.

“I don't know about the others,” her voice was breathy and low, “but I felt all itchy down there, and by the time the bus got back to the school my panties were dripping.”

“That's what I'm going to you now.” I growl as I twist my fingers into her silky hair. “I'm going to breed you like an animal!” The threat is clearly bogus considering my vasectomy, but I was pretty sure that it would evoke all sorts of primitive emotions the lovely young woman.

“I bet you'd like that, Mr. P, huh?” Alison moans as she feels me push into her, “Would you like to be the stallion on a stud farm breeding a stable of mares?” She must feel the urgency of my thrust as I bottom out in her as my hips slam into her cheeks. It it wasn't for the fistful of hair that jerks in my hand she probably would have planted her face in the mattress, but despite the discomfort of my rough handling she continues her monologue without missing a beat. “Oh yeah, a stallion in his prime with all those females in heat that need breeding.” Her words are coming out in raspy gasps as I start pounding her mercilessly. “You could mount a different young filly each day, filling their fertile wombs with your seed and making their bellies swell.”

Alison's graphic imagery makes me regret my surgery just a little, but not much. It's not the impregnation that makes me drive into her with such need. I really don't want to leave a litter of babies behind anyway, but the idea of having a collection of young females to choose from is a fantasy that I imagine most men have had at one point or another.