Time to move to a bed

Alison's needy moans as I finger her tell me everything I need to know about how **** this lovely young teen is to be fucked. I consider pinning her slick against the wet tiles of the shower wall and pushing into her from behind, but I've had sex in the shower before and the added pleasure of feeling water streaming over me as I plunge into the woman is offset by the difficulty of maintaining one's footing on the slick floor. Besides, I'm old-fashioned enough to want my first time with Alison to be on a bed where I can take my time.

I pause long enough to pick up the showerhead from the floor and return it to the holder so the water once again is showering down from above before taking her in my arms once again and kissing her deeply. when the kiss ends she is panting in my arms, her slick breasts pressing against me so hard that it almost feels like her diamond tips could score my chest as she squirms in my arms.

“Are you ready to pay your rent in full, you little tease?”

“YES!” Judging by the confused look on her face when I turn off the water and step from the shower, I think she thought I was going to take her right there. I file away that thought for later - maybe giving shower sex another try isn't such a bad idea after all - and turn my attention to drying off the the beautiful young woman before me.

“Take me to your bed.” It is a command, but also a chance for Alison to reconsider before the final consummation of our arrangement. She takes my hand in hers without a word and leads me across the hall to the bedroom. I'm pleased to see it is pretty neat; the bed is made with flowered sheets and there are no dirty clothes on the floor or trash lying about.

“Nervous?” I ask as she hesitates by the side of her bed.

“No, well yes ... I don't know, Mr. P.” She looks up at me with her expressive dark eyes almost pleadingly, “I want you so bad, it's just-” she looks away unable to finish the sentence.

“Just what, Angel?” I ask gently even as I curse myself silently for not just taking her in the shower when she was too worked up change her mind.

“What if I'm no good. I don't want to disappoint you.” Here I am worried that she was coming to her senses, and all she can think about is that I might not like feeling her tight pussy wrapped around my cock. With a sharp burst of laughter I sweep her off her feet and we fall together onto the queen-sized bed. (I rent these rooms furnished, so Alison's bed was our old bed before we upgraded to the fancy one that lifted our heads and feet.)

“I don't think that's going to be a problem, Honey.” I tell her just before my lips find hers again. It is a good kiss and by the time it ends my hand is once again between her soft thighs and teasing her clit.

“I’m going to be gentle,” I tell her, “but you have to let me know if things are going too fast.” Her shy smile is all the answer I need and I roll on top and ease my legs between her hips opening her up for what is to come. Missionary is not my favorite position, but for our first time it is probably the most appropriate.

“Please…” Her voice is ragged with need, “please Mr. P. I want you so bad.” And so after a moment of fumbling to get the head of my cock just inside her pussy, I started easing into her as she moans softly in delight. She's tight and hot, and the way her insides clench my manhood makes me feel like a young man again. At first, I'm careful not to intrude too far too fast, but soon she is begging for me to pick up the pace. “So good… oh please Mr. P more … I need more.” She may not have been the virgin that men hope for when they take the preacher’s daughter, but she is tight and responsive, and it is the best sex I’ve had for over a dozen years.

As I start pounding harder, the bed thumps against the wall in a familiar pattern. I smile internally as I realize that it is not nearly as annoying when it is me in the bed with Alison instead of Dick. The way she’s pleading for me to take her is way sexier than as the filthy smut and inane dialog from on-line porn, and each gasp and moan makes me want to make this last that much longer.

Thankfully, because of Alison's earlier blow job, I am not concerned about going off too soon. In fact, a bigger worry for me is that my aging body will betray me and I won't be able to finish the way I want. As it turns out, the excitement of sex with this charming teenager and the way her tight slit is clamped around my cock is more than enough to keep me hard and ready. It doesn't take long before I sense the change in my new bed partner. Her vocalizations are no longer words that I can understand although the meaning is not hard to fathom, with each thrust her hips rise to meet my pelvis and grind against me in what I can only assume is a completely instinctive feminine ability to find pleasure in this age-old act.

“Let it go, Angel.” I grunt hoarsely as I plunge into her again. “I want to hear you cry out.” Another hard thrust elicits a needy whimper, but it isn't until I get my arms under her knees and bend her up like a pretzel that I finally get the response I am looking for.

“Aaiighhhhhhh!” Her body jerks under me and I feel my cock bathed in hot juices that flood her sex. “Aiiighhh ... oh God, aah ... aiighh ... Oh Dear Lord Forgive meeee.” I pause just for a second so I can take in the look of orgasmic pleasure on her face before resuming my slow rhythmic rocking, letting her legs once again straighten as she comes down from the climax with a series of spasms and soft moans.

I consider pulling out and repositioning her for one final round, but there will be time enough to take her in all sorts of different positions as the weeks pass by and with a long slow groan I let myself spasm into her filling her with my cum.