She's a princess in my eyes.

“You're not like that, Honey.” I take her hand in mine and squeeze it softly. “Trust me, you're far closer to a chaste princess than a nasty slut.”

“You really think so?” Somehow, Alison still seems surprised that I can see her as she truly is. “Even though I've been ruined?”

“Hey!” I cup her soft cheek firmly with my hand. “You are not ruined; you are as close to perfect as any young woman I've ever met.”

“Stop it Mr. P!” Alison's cheek flush brightly, “I'm not like one of those pure princesses that men want as a bride.”

“You're definitely my princess.” I brush away the sparkling tear that is beading up at the corner of her left eye. “If I were a handsome Prince, I'd be hunting high and low for a beautiful maiden just like you.” This seems to be exactly what Alison needs to hear because she presses her naked body under my arm and rests her cheek on my chest.

“Well, you found me, my prince.” Alison chuckles softly, “what are you going to do with your oh so grateful princess?” I know I said I wasn't going to do this, but no red-blooded man could possibly pass up on an invitation like that. The kiss that follows is every bit as good as the kisses we shared downstairs, better in fact because this time she is completely naked, and her pretty body is responding to my touch. It is Alison who falls back against the bed dragging me down so my body covers hers and presses her down against the mattress.

“We still don't have any condoms.” I remind my tenant as she pulls at the buttons of my shirt.

“I don't care, Mr. P.” It is only when she pushes my shirt off and reaches for my belt that she amends her comment. “You can pull out before the last bit, right?” This is absolutely crazy, but feeling her firm tits rubbing against my bare chest is making it hard to think and then I feel her small hands freeing my cock and rubbing it against her warm belly.

A minute later I've kicked off the last on my clothes and have rejoined Alison on the bed. I take one of her small feet and lift it onto my shoulder spreading her wide so her pink snatch is open right before my throbbing cock.

“Please your Highness. Be gentle, I've never had a man use me like this.” It takes me a moment to remember that this is supposed to be an innocent princess that I am deflowering.

“I'll be as gentle as I can, my princess, but as tight and pure as you are, it may sting a little at first. Is that OK?” When she nods eagerly, I position my knob just inside her slick petals and lean forward a little as she gasps in alarm just like an untouched maiden might.

I can't believe I'm going to fuck this beautiful coed over forty years younger than me. And I'm going to do it without protection! As crazy as it sounds, the chance to ride this pretty blonde coed bareback makes the risk of fathering a child at my age seem worth it. With a slow but firm push I sink deeper into her and see her head go back and mouth open. Her high-pitched whimper and the way her fingers tighten fiercely around my arm is Alison's little nod to the (feigned) loss of her maidenhead. I have to admit it's pretty damn sexy.

If I hadn't heard Dick banging away on Alison every week for the past two months, I might have really believed that I had popped her cherry. She's certainly tight enough to be a virgin. As risky as it is, I'm glad I'm not wearing a rubber. Not this first time anyways; the heat of her pussy and the tightness of the inner muscles pulsing around my cock makes me wonder how long I'll be able to last before I have to pull out.

“Mr. P!” The wonder and excitement in her tone confirms that this is special for her too. “You've claimed that innocent princess.” Her doe eyes meet mine steadily as she continues with this fairy-tale fantasy of hers. “Now that you've deflowered her, no other prince will have her. She is yours to do with as you wish.” With each long, slow, thrust I drive as deep as I can into her heat; with each thrust she lets out a soft moan, but her legs wrap around my back, and she pulls me even deeper.

“Don't the prince and princess get married and live happily-ever-after?” I ask during one of the brief pauses I take to make this last as long as possible.

“In most fairy tales they do, Mr. P.” With the way her legs are locked around me makes it harder and harder to pull back but the feeling if her pussy clamped around me means I don't even mind. “But you wouldn't have to. Like I said, you could do anything you wanted to that poor thing now that you've spoiled her. She has no champions to protect her so you can do whatever you like.” Her pelvis jerks against me as she tries to get me to start fucking her again, and she pulls my head down to hers so she can whisper fiercely. “You could lock her in a tower for your personal use, maybe chain her in your dungeon or even put a collar around her neck and lead her around court like a pet.” Much to my chagrin, her wicked imagination is making me lose control and I feel the early signs of an oncoming massive climax.

Fucking this hot coed feels so good that I'm not really thinking about how with her legs wrapped tightly around me like this, pulling out might not even be an option.