Pull out, just barely

“You're mine now, you little slut!” I grunt as I start pounding even harder. “Your hot teenaged womb is mine too.” I could feel her squirming under me and I'm a little embarrassed to admit that her futile struggles are turning me on even more. To be honest I'm not sure if it is my pretty Christian tenant who is worried about getting knocked up or if she is trying to act like a nasty skank and make me lose my cool.

“You're on the pill aren't you, 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. “Anyone that fucks as many men as you is surely on birth control, right?”

“That's right, Mr. 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. “You can't knock me up no matter how much of your seed you plant in me, Sir.” But she's not that slut she's pretending to be, and if I'm not careful I'm going to go too far. It's crazy, but the idea of my seed fertilizing an egg and a baby growing in her womb than 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.

“That's too bad you nasty whore, I'd like to see your belly swelling up and your pretty little breasts fill with milk.” I was expecting this graphic description to send my sexy tenant into a panic, but instead she clings to me even harder, and her protests turn to soft whimpers of pleasure.

Pulling out is the hardest thing I've done since Fran's funeral, and I wait until the very last possible moment savoring the feeling of her tight sex clinging to my cock. Her cry of surprise and frustration when I jerk my cock free is telling. Once I get Alison revved up, I can't rely on her to stop me. I think she would have happily let me pump her full of my cum. At sixty, I doubt it carries as many swimmers as it used to, but all the same, all it takes is one gamete to fertilize Alison's ripe eggs.

My cock pulls free just in time as the first jet of cum pulses in a strong stream up between her tits. It's been years since I've had sex with a woman, and the amount of jizz that I pump onto Alison's torso is as surprising as it is satisfying. Alison seems even more overwhelmed by the abundant coating of pearly seed that covers her.

As we recover, Alison's fingers trace through the puddles of the cum between her breasts. This is clearly a new experience for the sheltered woman and there is a little of the dominant prince still inspiring me. I scoop up a big bead of cum from her belly and bring it to her lips. She shakes her head but I'm not taking 'no' for an answer.

“Open up.” I insist. “Taste my seed.” I watch with satisfaction as she nervously obeys, and I push the glob between her soft lips. “Lick those fingers you nasty little slut.” For the next few minutes, I scoop up more of the white jizz and feed her until she is sucking my fingers without protest. This isn't just about me asserting my control over my new lover. I plan to have this beautiful young woman sucking on my cock a lot and I want to make sure she gets used to the taste of cum.

We lay together on the bed for a while until she breaks the silence with a soft whisper. “Mr. P,” Her hushed gasp is throaty and deep, “I thought you were going to fill me up,” her pretty eyes search mine for any sign of understanding as her hand unconsciously moves down until it cups her lower belly, “and I'm not taking the pill.”

“Yeah, I'm sorry.” Now that the excitement of fucking this beautiful young woman is over, I realize how close I came to doing just that. I resolve to get to the pharmacy first thing in the morning, so I always have rubbers on hand from now on.

“Do you think I could have gotten pregnant, Mr. P,” Alison looks up at me nervously through her thick lashes. “You know, if you hadn't pulled out like that?”