Part Two, as promised. Forgive any typos - I've only just finished it and haven't had a chance to properly review it yet. I'll catch most of the mistakes in the edit.

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Nervous Alison: Part Two

For all of the next week I couldn't get those incredible few minutes out of my head. I couldn't concentrate at work, and my wife asked more than once what was distracting me. If I'd be an honest man I would've told her that I was obsessed with a teenage girl called Alison who I had spent an amazing twenty minutes with. I would have said that I couldn't stop thinking about how she looked, how she smelled, how her hesitant hand felt when it was wrapped round my cock, and most of all, how her pussy was so tight it had gripped hold of my finger as I slid it in and out of her. I'd have said that making her cum by rubbing her tiny little bump of a clit was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life and all I wanted to do was touch her again.

But, I'm not an honest man at all. Instead I told her that I was stressed out by work, and she rubbed my shoulders and told me it would get better. She's a good wife.

And she wasn't wrong. It would indeed get better, because me and Alison had already arranged to meet again.

When I got home after that first night I immediately sent Alison a message telling her how pretty and hot she was and how much I had enjoyed her company, and what a good girl she had been in the car. She replied straight away apologising for not being able to stay long, and also telling me that she had loved what we did. She asked lots of questions, most of them revealing her teenage insecurity. I loved that.

She wanted to know if she had done okay when she was touching my dick, and I told her that for her first time doing it it had been incredible. She told me that when I touched her pussy she had almost cum straight away, and that she had really wanted to 'put your thing in my mouth' but was just too scared someone would see.

Alison told me that next time we met she wanted to definitely do that.

I very, very quickly started suggesting possible dates and times. We agreed to meet that following Tuesday evening at a park near to where she lived.

I got there about 15 minutes before we arranged, and I was delighted to see that she was already waiting by the cricket pavilion. I parked the car, got out, and walked over to her. It was a warm, sunny day, and Alison had dressed for the weather in a short denim skirt, and a white vest top. She looked so much sexier than the last time. The white top was tight and clung to the outline of her small, firm tits. It was one of my biggest regrets from last time that I hadn't got to see (and lick and suck on) those teen tits. I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.

"Hi," she said as I approached her.

"Hi yourself," I replied. "You look stunning."

She smiled, and I noticed that she was wearing too much make-up; a powdery, orange-tinged layer covering her cheekbones, slightly too much pink eyeshadow, ruby red lips glistening. Obviously trying to look older for me. Little did she know that her youthful freshness was the exact thing that attracted me to her so much.

"Thanks."

Her top wasn't exactly lowcut, but it was low enough that I could just make out the curve of the top of her breasts. Her skin there looked so soft and pale, with just a scattering of freckles. I caught just the slightest glimpse of a white lace bra. My dick was already starting to get hard.

She was glancing around, scanning the park. Apart from a few joggers and dog walkers in the distance we were the only two people there. The carpark was practically deserted.

"You okay?" I asked, putting my hand on her shoulder and slowly rubbing my thumb along the vest strap. I loved that she shivered when I did it, and I saw two tiny bumps rise in response to my touch as her nipples hardened.

"I didn't think it would be this busy," she said.

"We could sit in my car again?"

"Maybe, but, there's a little nature trail thing that goes through the woods. We could go for a walk along it?"

I just about managed to stop myself rubbing my hands together in delight, and instead only nodded. "Sure. That sounds good to me. You lead the way."

And she did, walking slightly ahead of me as if she was embarrassed to be seen with me, which she might well have been. What teenage girl wants to be seen walking into the woods with a 46 year old man? But walking behind her did allow me to get a proper look at her ass, and it was divine; two plump looking ass cheeks sashaying from side to side. Her skirt hem was 3, maybe 4 inches beneath that full little butt, and I watched as it started to creep up ever so slightly with every step, revealing more and more of her legs. It was all I could do to keep my hands off her, but just like last time I didn't want to spook her, so I behaved myself... for now. I did however begin to squeeze my dick through my jeans, so that I would be hard and ready when the time came.

I followed on as she walked along the path that went deeper and deeper into the woods. We didn't see one other person, and I was glad of that because I hoped it would calm Alison down and make her a bit more receptive than last time. I wasn't sure if she was going to let me fuck her today, but at the very least I want to feel that little pink mouth wrapped round my cock.

After maybe five minutes we were well into the thicker woodland, and the open expanse of the main park behind us was no longer visible. We rounded a slight bend and saw a simple wooden bench set at the side of the path. Alison looked back at me and raised her eyebrows, the question obvious.

"Looks good to me," I said, and she sat down.

This was it.

I stayed on my feet, standing in front of her, taking her in. She looked so out of place. A tiny slip of a girl wearing not many clothes, here surrounded by huge old trees. My heart was beginning to race in anticipation of what I hoped was coming. I knew that she wouldn't be the one to initiate things, and I was more than happy to be in control of the situation. Her eyes were flicking between looking at me and looking up and down the path, but each time her gaze met my eyes I could see the intensity and excitement that was burning deep within her. So sweet and innocent looking, but also hungry. It was intoxicating.

I remembered the last meeting in the car. It had been amazing, but I had let the time pass too quickly and hadn't done even half of the things I wanted. No way was I going to allow that to happen again.

"You're so fucking sexy," I said, enjoying the way her cheeks immediately flushed red, even through all the make-up.

She shook her head and looked down at the ground.

"I'm not."

"I keep saying it, and you keep saying you're not. If you're right, Alison, then how do you explain this?"

As I spoke the last words I squeezed my cock through my trousers, making the outline of as visible as possible, showing her how hard I was.

Head still down she glanced up at it and her big doe eyes widened.

I was standing maybe four feet away from her, and I kept rubbing and stroking my now throbbing dick.

"You're so sexy that this has been hard since the moment I pulled up in my car and saw you." I gripped it even tighter. "You make me like this. You. You make my dick so, so hard."

I let her stare at it for another few seconds, saw her little tongue flick out and lick her lips for a microsecond; an action that was completely involuntary but told me more than she could've said with a thousand words.

"Do you want to see it again?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice even and steady.

She nodded.

I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled my cock free. It sprang out, standing hard and proud in the slightly cool air. Her chest began to rise and fall in quick, shallow movements as her breathing intensified. She pressed her thighs tightly together and her hands gripped hold of the bench.

Alison watched as I held my shaft and wanked my cock up and down. Slowly. Deliberately.

"Do you like it?" I asked her.

She nodded again; a quick movement of her head, her eyes fixed on my cock.

"Say it," I instructed. "Say I like your cock."

She took a few moments and I thought she wasn't going to do as I had told her but then, barely louder than a whisper, "I like your cock."

I started stroking faster, but still keeping my movements rhythmical, still keeping them smooth. I didn't want to shoot my load before any of the good stuff that I knew was coming.

"Open your legs."

Again she hesitated for a second, and then slowly opened her legs just wide enough that I could see the neon pink panties she was wearing underneath.

"Wider."

Her face grimaced a tiny little bit, Alison obviously not used to revealing herself so brazenly to men, but again, after that initial pause, she opened her smooth little legs so wide that I could see the panty-clad shape of her entire pussy. She wasn't looking at me as she did it, instead glancing around looking for anyone who might stumble across us, but somehow that made it even hotter. If she had looked right at me and held my gaze and proudly showed me her panties, well, that just wouldn't have had the same effect on me. I liked that she was nervous. I liked that her nerves reminded of being with teenage girls when I was a teenager. It added something to the moment, and made me want her even more.

"Good girl," I said, deliberately using the phrase that seemed to turn her on the most, enjoying that she reacted to it by pulling in a deep breath and shivering.

I stepped right up to her, standing in between her legs, my hard dick only a few inches away from her face. I let it go so that it bobbed up and down, even closer to her than it had been when I was holding it.

Her eyes locked onto it, but her hands stayed where they were on either side of her legs, gripping tightly onto the bench.

"Alison," I said. "Look at me."

I was standing over her, looking down pretty much at the top of her head. When she didn't do as I told her, I reached down, put my index finger under her chin, and gently tilted her head upwards. I repeated my words and this time her eyes looked right into mine.

"Open your mouth."

She smiled uncomfortably and kind of screwed her face up.

"Open your mouth, Alison."

Finally she did as I said, and I was looking down at big brown eyes staring up at me, and an open little mouth, tongue bright and pink.

I took hold of the base of my cock and tilted it forward until the tip was a hair's breadth away from her lips.

"Stick out your tongue," I breathed. "And keep looking at me."

This time there was no pause, no hesitation, and that wet, glistening, pink little organ jutted out until it brushed against my dick and then pulled immediately back into her mouth. I waited, and a second later she stuck it back out, only this time there was no withdrawal; Alison held her tongue against my dick.

I pushed my hips forward ever so slightly, then pulled back and repeated, rubbing my dick all over that sweet teenage tongue, coating it with the precum that was smeared all over my tip. She sat there, unmoving, looking right into my eyes. Once again I needed to use all my mental strength not to cum right then, all over her pretty little face.

Instead I pushed forward more, until my cock was at her lips, and then kept pushing until I was watching my dick slide into her mouth. I didn't go further than an inch in before I pulled back. I knew this was her first time, and didn't want to make her gag or choke. Well, I did want that. I wanted exactly that. But I also knew I had to hold back as much as I could so as to not frighten her. Softly, softly was the best approach.

I rocked back and forth for maybe a minute, her as impassive as a doll while my dick invaded her mouth.

"Do you like it?" I asked. "Do you like having a cock in your mouth?"

She nodded, and from the way her eyes were staring hard at me I knew that she meant it.

"Good girl," I encouraged her. "You're a natural."

After a few more gentle thrusts she closed her mouth around my dick and started to suck on it. It felt like heaven.

"Fuck yeah," I said. "That's a good girl. You suck on Daddy's dick for him. You're so good at it."

To begin with she wasn't good. In fact, it was probably the worst head I'd ever had, but that didn't matter one jot. What did matter was that this little teenage princess was taking more and more of my dick into her mouth, and her breathing was getting quicker and quicker. I put one hand on the back of her head and started to fuck her mouth faster. Alison responded by sucking on it harder, and using her tongue to circle the tip of my dick. I guess some girls are just fast learners.

With my free hand I pushed down inside her vest top and squeezed one her tits. It was so firm, almost hard. I pushed inside her bra and suddenly I was holding her tit properly. It was so small that it fit easily in my hand. I found her nipple and squeezed it between my thumb and index finger. Alison let out a little moan of pleasure and sucked even harder on my dick. I let go of her head and grabbed her arm, guiding her hand onto the base of my dick. She gripped it tightly and started to wank me as she sucked me. This girl was a natural. She was taking my dick as far into her mouth as she could with each stroke, sucking and tonguing it, making the most delightful little schlurping noises as she did it.

I was trying my best to not cum. I was actively fighting against the urge. I didn't just want my dick sucked. I wanted to bend her over that bench, pull her little pink panties down to her ankles and fuck here right there in the woods. I wanted to be the first one to do it. The first cock to push her pussy lips to the side and split her hole open wide. I wanted to feel how tight she was. Nothing feels like teen pussy. Literally nothing. The way it grips hold of your dick and holds it tightly, squeezing it with every stroke, actively milking the cum right out of you. I wanted that, but the more I thought about what I wanted, the more I imagined the detail of how fucking amazing it would feel, the more I knew I was fighting a losing battle. Her skirt had ridden up as she had opened her legs and looking down I could see that fat, soft pussy bulge still wrapped in her panties. If I could stop now I would be probably be inside that pussy in a few minutes times. If I could just stop fucking her mouth I would be able to fuck her pussy. Her tight, soft, chubby, smooth....

"I'm going to cum," I said, giving up the battle. "Fuck, you're going to make me cum."

I thought that maybe she would stop sucking, but instead I felt her mouth clamp even tighter round my dick, her hand gripped me harder, and with her other hand she grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her, taking even more of my dick. I was groping her tit so hard that I'm sure it was hurting her, but she didn't stop sucking, didn't break her rhythm for a second.

"You want it?" I gasped. "You want my cum?"

Her head bobbed quickly up and down. 'Yes'.

And then I was cumming, probably harder than I've cum since I was a teenager myself. My whole body rocked as the orgasm tore through me, and I fucked more and more of my cock into her mouth. I knew I was going too deep for her, could tell by the way she had stopped wanking my cock and was now trying to pull her head away a little bit, but I held the back of her head and pumped that load into her greedy mouth, looking down on her and watching her eyes bulge wider and wider and her cheeks swell outwards until she looked like a cartoon character. I fucked more and more cum into her mouth, my balls emptying ever last drop, her face turning redder and redder, the mascara running down the sides of her face, her eyes wet and weeping. She looked like the hottest little mess I'd ever seen in my life.

Finally she won the struggle and pushed me back enough that my cock came out of her mouth. She turned her head to the side and spat and coughed and spluttered and my cum fell out of her mouth and onto the ground and the bench and her thighs and her top. Long strands of saliva were dangling from her mouth as she gasped in air and spat my cum out.

I'd gone too far. I should've held back. I'd forgotten how young and inexperienced she was. I'd pushed too hard and now she was going to run away, crying, and I was never going to see her again. Post-nut clarity was flooding into every fibre of my being.

But that's not what happened.

True, Alison did retch and spit until all my cum was out of her mouth. And true, she did have tears streaming down her face. And yes, her make-up was smeared and streaky and running and messed the fuck up. And she was definitely fighting to get her breath back under control.

But, after a few seconds, maybe a full minute, she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth then looked up at me with the wickedest little smile on her lipstick-smeared mouth.

"That," she said, "was hot as fuck, Daddy."

I was more than a little bit shocked.

"You liked it?" I asked.

In reply Alison took hold of my now spent cock, and sucked the last few beads of my cum from it, swirling them round in her mouth before swallowing them, the whole time looking up at me.

She took my dick out of her mouth, reached between her legs and started to rub her pussy.

"How do I make it get hard again?" she asked. "I want you to fuck me."

Part 3 coming soon.