With a sloppy creampie

I cannot come close to describing how good it feels to be deep inside this tight teenage pussy. The way Alison gasps and wiggles under me only adds to the feelings of pleasure and control.

“Oh, Sir.” Alison groans as I fuck her, “It doesn't hurt so much anymore ... it feels ... good ... but you can't ... please, have mercy!” Then her voice changes a little. “Oh Mr. P, that young virgin is being stretched open by your thick, hard member and she's starting to like it. She can't stop it; you can do anything you want to her newly defiled body.”

“Take it, girl!” I growl down at her, “Take every inch of my cock and see what a man does to a woman.”

Perhaps I should be gentle, but I pound her as hard as I can, imagining that I am the lustful pagan warrior defiling the sweet Christian maiden who has fallen into his possession. She's not struggling any longer, but I don't let up. That trope of an alpha male fucking an initially **** woman into submission has always excited me. It can't be only me either. Since the very first clashes between neolithic tribes the victors took the young wives and daughters of their vanquished foes. Forcing the women of the defeated to serve confirms the conqueror's power; nothing makes this clearer than the planting seed in the fertile wombs of the newly claimed maidens.

I do try to pull out before it is too late, but Alison's legs are locked tightly around my back holding me deep inside her. In spite of her earlier insistence that she doesn't want to get pregnant, at least part of her seems to crave her natural role of motherhood. Under normal circumstances I might have tried harder to break free, but I am deep into this fantasy of defiling a chaste pilgrim, and instead of ending it I dive even deeper.

“I'm going to breed you, girl.” I grunt coarsely as I push in even deeper. “I am going to fill you with my seed and your belly will swell with my son.” This threat reawakens the resistance in the young woman squirming under me; her hips buck under mine in a futile attempt to dislodge me. This frantic motion only adds to my pleasure, and I sense that Alison is as close as I am to a massive climax. As deep as I am, the head of my penis must surely be wedged right up against her cervix just where I need to be to fill her womb and with one final cry of surrender, I feel her vaginal passage fill with juices and the rings of muscles spasm around my cock. It is too much. Two full streams of cum shoot deep into her before I come to my senses and with a grunt I pull out, the last pulse of cum is right at the mouth of her gaping pussy and I can see globs of pearly white semen dripping onto the bedding below.

The blonde coed is laying spread open beneath me, still trying to understand what just happened. As I watch, she reaches down between her legs and scoops a little of the evidence of what I did. While keenly aware of the implications, I feel a primitive sense of satisfaction at seeing this beautiful young blonde filled by with cum. There is something inherently satisfying for a male to see his seed planted in the womb of a ripe young woman.

“Oh, Mr. P!” Alison gasps in a mixture of fear, confusion and excitement, “You came inside me.”

“I'm afraid so, Honey. I just couldn't stop in time.” With a sudden hope, I grip her shoulders and shake her gently until her swirling eyes meet mine. “This is important, Alison. When was your last period?” My naive tenant is even more confused than ever.

“What?” Clearly this is a question she wasn't expecting to ever have from anyone other than perhaps her doctor - certainly not from a man.

“Your cycle, Honey. When did you have your last period?”