The Israelite warrior

“It is tempting...” I try to remain calm, so she doesn’t see the lust I am feeling. “A warrior claiming the spoils of war. Are you sure, Honey?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice is as hushed and serious as mine but I can see the excitement in her eyes.

“It might get a little rough, a soldier who's just risked his life to capture a city would have little patience with the young woman who falls into his hands.” I climb to my feet slowly, like a hunter stalking a timid doe, aware that anything could startle her and ruin the moment. I decide to give her a chance to think this over. “I'm going to step outside for a couple minutes, if you change your mind, make sure this door is locked.”

“I'm not going to change my mind.” Alison bites her lower lip. “When you come back you'll find a trembling maid, an innocent who knows nothing about men, ripe for her first time.” When I shake my head in surprise she laughs softly, “This has been my fantasy since I first started thinking about sex, Mr. P, and don't worry about being gentle, remember I'm far from actually being that innocent maid.” I very much doubt that Alison is as experienced as she thinks she is, but I appreciate the effort on her part.

“And the Israelite who finds her?” I chuckle, “is he a young man new to war, or was he an old man like me?”

“You’re not old, Mr. P.” Alison protests weakly and then continues shyly, “in my girlish fantasies the man was an experienced veteran, strong and powerful … and merciless.” With that the door between us closes and I start counting down like a sports fan watching a the final drive of a football game. 120, 119, 118, 117 ... when I get to 1, I open the door and peer inside. At first the room looks empty, but there are not many places to hide and I find her crouching on the floor under a blanket. When I lift away the covering I see she has changed out of the old t-shirt she had been sleeping in and is now wrapped in nothing but a sheer cotton veil.

“Oh please,” she whimpers softly as I grin in anticipation. “Please, don't hurt me.”

“I'm not going to hurt you,” I growl softly, “I'm going to fuck you.” Her gasp of surprise and fear almost fools me into believing that this isn't exactly what she's hoping for.

“No you can't,” Alison pleads, “I've been promised to another.”

“I don't give a shit about any other.” I am not overly rough with her, but neither am I gentle as I lift her to her feet, “I need to plant my cock in some sweet pussy, and I need to do it now.” I pull down the gauzy fabric and reach for her plump little tit. The effect is exactly what I hoped for as she gasps loudly and her legs clamp together even as she tries to pull away. When my hand cups her flesh she arches her back pressing her hard nipple into my palm.

“I'll fight you!” She gasps softly, “I won't just let you spread my legs and defile me …” Alison eyes are closed and her hand tugs weakly at my wrist.

“Go ahead, little one.” I push her back so she lands on her back and I step between her legs in spite of her protests. “Fight as much as you like, I like the feel of a fresh pussy wiggling on my cock!”

Alison’s voice becomes even more fevered as she realizes the futility of fighting a full grown man. “I’m begging you, no one has ever … Oh Goddess have mercy …” Her legs kick frantically and I have to concentrate on holding her so she doesn't squirm away.

“Not even your intended?” I ask as I drop onto her pinning her body to the mattress with my weight and whisper into her pretty ear. “Didn't you ever give him a little taste of what he was going to be getting?” I catch her wrists in my hands and pull them up so they are over her head. My cock pressing against her belly is as hard as I can ever remember.

“Sometimes I let him touch me,” Alison gasps weakly, “but I never let him see me naked.” Her whole body shudders as she confesses. “I let him touch me, but not like this!” her whole body is quivering, and I can feel the fight gradually subside. “He'd beg me, but I stayed chaste and pure.”

“Well I'm not begging,” I growl deep in my throat, “spread your pretty legs so I can fuck you.” With a whimper Alison’s legs spread under me and I sink between her smooth thighs. It is a little awkward getting my cock into her and I have to release one of her wrists long enough to guide the head of my cock past her labia and into the wet passage of her sex. Even though she had kept her free arm above her head, as soon as I could I recaptured her wrist to reinforce the fantasy of control.

“No,” Alison moans when she feels my girth pushing open her tight passage, “no you mustn't, you're going to ruin my untouched body … rip me open … and aaiighhh.” I know that this is no virgin, but the way she cries out as my manhood plunges into her makes me almost forget. This is the tightest pussy I’ve felt wrapped around my cock since before Fran and I were married and it’s not hard to imagine that I am that ancient warrior claiming my prize as she struggles weakly under me.

“Oh please,” Alison is jerking under me, “It’s so big … so hard … can’t stop you … can’t stop you … you’re making me … oh!? … Ohh! … Aiigghh!” I feel her juices flood around my cock, hot and slick and her whole body tightens in an unmistakable climax.