Nervous Alison was how I'd always thought of her, right from that first moment I saw her standing in the McDonalds' carpark looking like a frightened rabbit.

At every step of the way from then until now I had calculated each move, putting just enough pressure on her to get what I wanted, but never going too far in case I scared her away. I had been considerate and cautious and respectful. I hadn't pushed her past her comfort zone. I'd let her nerves take the lead in many ways - always wary of them and of how she was feeling at any given moment. I knew she was timid. I knew she was hesitant. I knew Alison was nervous.

And then, suddenly, it turned out that I didn't know a fucking thing.

Alison was sitting on the bench, her legs wide open and her hand in her panties. Her lipstick was smeared across her face, and a thin tendril of either my cum or her saliva has hanging off her chin. Her head was tilted downwards, and she was looking up, staring hard at me. I could hear the wet sounds of her pussy being fingered roughly. Could see the shape of her hand in her panties. Could see how hard she was frigging herself. She was grunting softly. Not moaning, not groaning, not panting. Alison was grunting, like an animal.

The change in her demeanour was as shocking and unexpected as it was quick.

I glanced around, checking that no one was coming along the path.

"Look at me," she growled.

I spun my head back to her, shocked by her command. It was like she'd been possessed.

"I'm looking at you," I said, slightly unnerved by the change in her.

"You keep looking at me," Alison said. "You keep looking at me until that dick gets hard again."

She reached out with her free hand and grabbed said dick, squeezing it and tugging on it, like she a farmer trying to milk a reluctant cow. She ran her thumb in circles of the tip of it, then let go and lay back on the bench, resting on one elbow.

"Take my panties off," she said, and I found myself kneeling between her legs, gripping the waistband of her underwear, and doing what she'd told me to. Alison kept fingering her hole even as I removed them. I dropped her flimsy panties onto the ground.

As soon as they were off I could smell her pussy. It was sweet and earthy and incredible. It was a scent that entered my nostrils and went straight down my body to my cock.

Alison stopped fingering herself and instead placed two fingers of each hand on either side of pussy and stretched her little lips wide open. The full beauty of her teen pussy was revealed to me. She was glistening with wetness. Her hole was closed and tight looking, and her tiny hooded clit looked delicious.

"Do you want to lick me?" she asked. "Will licking my pussy make you hard again?"

"It's not as straightforward as that," I said, knowing that it usually took me at least half an hour to recover after cumming.

In response Alison grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard towards her, at the same time shoving her hips forward so that when they met, my mouth and her pussy literally slammed into each other with a dull, wet thud.

"Lick it," she said.

And I did. I ran my tongue over her in big, long licks, savouring the taste of her. I've know I've probably said it before, but nothing tastes like teen pussy. And as I licked that wet little honeypot, Alison started to grind herself hard against my mouth, one hand holding tightly onto the back of my head for purchase, pressing so hard that my teeth were squashed into her pussy and I had to fight for breath.

"Push your tongue into my hole," Alison gasped, not caring at all about my discomfort.

I did as she said, having to force my tongue up into her, so tight was her hole.

My cock was reacting quickly to the situation, and I could feel myself getting harder and harder with each passing second.

"Fuck yes," Alison groaned. "Tongue that pussy. Tongue that little fuckhole. Fucking yesssssssss. Deeper. Deeper. Get it right up me!"

As I fucked her with my tongue and she kept grinding against my mouth, she reached down and pushed her hand between us and started to rub her clit, hard and fast. I thought she was going to cum on my tongue. My cock liked that idea, but it was still only semi hard.

"Are you hard yet?" she asked, seemingly reading my thoughts.

I shook my head as best I could, given how hard she was gripping me.

"Show me," she said, suddenly pushing me away from her hole.

I knelt back on my heels and showed her my dick, which was still a bit on the soft side.

"Can you get it in me like that?" Alison asked, her eyes alight with an incredible burning desire to be fucked.

"I don't think so," I said, a bit lamely.

She looked at for a second longer then stood up, turned around and bent over with her hands resting on the seat of the bench. She was in the classic 'fuck me' position.

"Try," she said simply, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Try to get it into my pussy."

I stepped right up to her and looked down on a perfectly pink, perfectly tiny asshole, nestling between her cheeks. I gripped the base of my still floppy cock and pressed the tip of it against her pussy. Alison pushed back onto it, but it was no use - I was still just a bit too soft.

"Use your fingers," she said, with obvious frustration in her voice. "Use your fingers to push it up my hole. Fucking cram it into me. It'll get hard when it's in there."

Who was this nasty, filthy talking little slut?! Where the fuck was the timid little shy thing I had brought to this secluded place? What had happened to the girl I had to convince just to touch my cock that now, just a few days later, she was bent over a park bench so desperate for cock that she was telling me to finger mine into her until it got hard enough to fuck her properly?

With one hand I reached between her legs and pulled her pussy open, while with the other I pushed the back of the head of dick against her hole until I felt it start to enter her.

"That's it," Alison said. "Just get it in me. I need to be fucked. I've wanted it for so fucking long. Fuck me like a slut. Fuck me like a dirty little slut."

Again it was like she had read my thoughts and used the exact words I needed to hear. I kept feeding my dick into her, but I was getting harder quickly now. By the time my full length was in her I was almost fully swollen.

"Fuck," I said. "You're so tight."

"I want you to stretch it," she said. "Will you? Will you stretch my tight little pussy?"

And that's what I did.

Gripping her hips I started to fuck my shaft into her. And each time I pushed forward, Alison threw herself back onto my dick. Soon we were two people in perfect rhythm, our bodies slamming hard against each other, my cock going so deep into her that my balls were slapping against her clit with each stroke. And despite her tightness, Alison took it like she was born to take dick. Her hole definitely gripped me as I fucked her, but I could also feel how wet it was. This was a greedy, needy little cunt.

Alison reached between her legs and held her hand in such a way that each time I pulled out of her she could feel my dick, and I could feel her hand on it too.

I was not going to last.

But neither was she.

Her hand moved away from my dick and I could feel that she was strumming her clit hard.

Her panting came in shorter and shorter breaths.

"I'm going to cum," I said.

"Me too," Alison gasped.

"Where?" I asked.

"In me. Cum in me. Fill me."

My balls erupted and start to pump out my second load of the day, right deep inside that teen pussy. And just as I came, so did Alison, her entire little body shaking and spasming and shuddering as her orgasm flooded her senses. I thought she might be a screamer, but instead I think she held her breath as she came, driving all the power of that feeling deep inside herself, magnifying the sensations and holding onto them, rather than crying out and releasing them into the air.

I let out a groan as my strokes slowed and I fired stream after stream of cum into her willing pussy, surprising myself with how big my load was after having cum just minutes before. I guess that's the power of getting what you want though; everything just works better when you do.

As both our orgasms began to die down I pulled my dick out her and stepped back and watched as my white cum appeared at her hole and began to drip out of her onto the forest floor, splatting on the leaves that covered it.

Alison turned around and sat down on the bench, her legs open and her pussy puffy and red and used looking. She was still breathing fast, trying to get a hold of it. A blob of my cum oozed out of her and onto the bench.

"Fuck that was good," she panted.

"So good," I said, tucking my dick away and beginning to button my trousers back up.

"How long until you get hard again?" she asked me suddenly.

"Alison," I protested, "it doesn't work like that. I can't just keep getting hard over and over!"

She smiled, and then giggled.

"Calm down," she said. "I'm only joking. I'm too sore to take it again right now anyway."

"Oh thank fuck," I laughed.

"Besides, I need to get going. But that was fucking awesome. I mean really fucking awesome."

"Yeah, it was. You were amazing."

"You weren't so bad yourself," she said, standing up and stretching her arms out wide by her side. "But I really do need to get going. Remember I have to get the rest of this make-up before I go home. My parents don't let me wear it."

She pulled her skirt down and straightened her vest and ran her fingers through her hair. But she still looked like a girl who had just been fucked in the woods.

"You forgot these," I said, reaching down to pick her pink panties up from where I had dropped them earlier.

"No," Alison said, stopping me before I could get them. "Leave them there. Just like that. I want whoever comes along here next to know that a slut got fucked right here."

"You're not a slut," I laughed. "Until today you hadn't even been fucked before."

"Maybe i am now," Alison said, walking back along the path, her cute little ass wiggling as she went. "Maybe this was my origin story..."

THE END