She's hooked

“Wow!” Even though Alison whispers the word, I can hear the wonder and excitement in her voice. “That was amazing.” I prop myself up on my elbow to take a little pressure off of her chest, her breasts are still rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, and I realize that I am breathing just as hard as she is. I am still inside her and I can feel her vagina squeezing my cock milking every last drop of cum from my slowly deflating member. I'm wondering if this is what I'm going to have to do to collect my rent each month; as much as I enjoyed this taking-a-****-princess fantasy of hers, I don't really want to have to do it like this every time. Alison however has something else on her mind.

“Is it weird, the way I get excited by being taken like that?” The question catches me a little bit by surprise, and Alison explains. “Why is it when I masturbate that I always gravitate to situations where an innocent maiden is held down and impregnated?”

“From what I've read, Honey, that kind of fantasy is pretty common, and not just for men.” I reassure her. “You are amazing, and don't let anyone tell you anything else.” The sooner Alison realizes that her problem with sex is Dick, she'll be able to relax a little.

“It can't be common, Mr. P,” Alison's eyes widen, and she shakes her head slowly, “good girls don't have twisted fantasies like mine.” Alison rolls over onto her belly, refusing to look up at me.

“I think you'd be surprised.” I search my mind for something that might convince her, “take Harlequins for example.” That gets the reserved coed's attention, and she looks up with uncertainly on her face, “You must have read some of those romance novels, they're anywhere.”

“Not in Flintfield,” Alison corrects me, “five years ago the local Walmart tried to stock them, but the Woman's Auxiliary picketed the store, and my father gave a sermon on the dangers of pornographic books; that very Monday the Walmart pulled all of their trashy novels off the shelves.” Alison looked proud of the way her parents stood up to the national retailer, maybe she should be too.

“Well, you'll have to trust me on this then.” I continue in spite of her ignorance. “Those books are marketed to women all over the country, and pretty much every story has an innocent young heroine who falls into the hands of a powerful Spanish duke or a dangerous desert sheik before she is carried to their bed. In almost all of them this one night of passion results in a baby nine months later.” In spite of herself I feel Alison's body quiver and I can't help but wonder if the Walmart had refused to back down, how many of those romances would have been hidden in this pretty schoolgirl's closet. “That doesn't even count the historical bodice rippers where proud young maidens are knocked up by angry Scotsmen in kilts or axe wielding Vikings,” I continue, “or books where lovely young women are **** and sent to modern day breeding farms where they are kept in stalls and bred like livestock.”

Alison doesn't say anything, but after a short silence her arms lift to wrap around my neck and her lips search out mine. The kiss goes on for a good long time and her lips cling to mine with an intensity I wasn't expecting considering how this encounter started. Adding to the pleasure is the feeling of her pelvis rocking under my hips, her body is so perfectly formed that I fit into the soft recesses perfectly.

“Mr. P?” Alison breathes softly into my ear. I don't know if it is the kissing that has her so excited or my description of the books and their helpless heroines who are first ravished and then **** to carry the babies of their men who claimed them in their wombs.

“Yeah, Angel?”

“Can we do it again?” Even with the sensation of her firm young body wiggling under me, my cock has shrunk back to nothing. I’m definitely going to have to see about getting a prescription to Viagra® or whatever new wonder pill they are recommending now.

“As much as I’d like to,” I nuzzle the soft skin under her ear, “I’m spent for the night.” As if to punctuate the thought, I wiggle my hips a little and I rub my flaccid member against her belly. With a contented sigh I roll off to her side and pull her close. After a little careful adjusting, I am spooning this beautiful young woman with her ass wedged against my pelvis and her back pressed to my chest. “Let’s just lie together like this, so I can hold you.”

“Really?” I guess after Dick’s constant disappearances, she doesn’t have much experience with cuddling after sex. I slip my hand up over her belly until I cup the smooth softness of her tit; giving it a gentle squeeze I pull her even closer.

“Really,” I assure her. In the summertime, Connecticut evenings are warm enough not to need blankets, so we lay together on top of the bedding without speaking.