To my surprise her pussy tasted nothing like the juices I had sampled on Sunday. Her cunt tasted quite sweet, but with a musky overtone. If I sound like some sort of pussy connoisseur, it's because I've taken a special interest over the years in each woman's individual taste. Perhaps one day I'll get a federal grant for a scientific study.

In her heightened state it took me only a couple of minutes of licking to bring her to the edge of orgasm. Mashing my mouth between her cunt lips, I thrust my tongue as deeply into her as possible. As she moaned her pleasure I transferred my attentions to her swollen clit. Capturing it between my tongue and teeth I gave it a good lashing, sending her into spasms of orgasm. I knew then that all that spying and learning from people's memories had been well worth it.

As Jennifer lay panting on the bed I surveyed my work. Her pussy was now pink and engorged, ready and waiting to receive a hard cock. Her heaving tits were a rosy red and the nipples stretched taut; Jennifer had evidently been playing with them as I ate her out. Her eyes had a wanton, lustful look to them. I could feel her staring at my cock, wanting to feel it stretch and work her cunt. I wasn't about to disappoint her.

Though my mental abilities give me absolute total recall of every event, my first thrust into her pussy still stands out. The satisfying tightness, the incredible warmth, the sensual wetness all came together in one thought...I was meant to be here. I started slow but soon couldn't contain myself. The sight of that sexy creature beneath me was overstimulating my senses. Soon I was pounding into her with wild abandon, my sweat flowing as freely as her juices and my pre-cum. At least in this act I didn't have to prompt her. She lifted her legs high for me, granting me full access to her darkest depths.

In no time I was shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside her, much more than I ever could remember giving up. So much, in fact, that it began to seep out between the walls of her cunt and the shaft of my dick. As I withdrew, whole gobs of it hung from my shaft, with some dribbling into Jennifer's golden bush. Though I knew from her memories that she disliked the taste of cum, I had her sit up and give my cock a good tongue cleaning. The sight of her pink tongue flicking along my purple shaft looked so good that I had her continue her ministrations even after my skin was glistening clean. Soon I felt refreshed enough to continue.

Until now the only attention I'd paid to her tits were a few frantic gropes when I was fucking her. Now I latched onto her upthrust nips, literally chewing and sucking at the tender flesh. I found myself drooling in my greed to suck as much flesh into my mouth as I could, the saliva dribbling down her mounds like streams off a mountain range. I wondered if a stream of cum would take the same paths. I'd have to test that one.

Now fully worked up, I mentally ordered her onto her hands and knees. As she struggled to find her balance, her swaying ass beckoned to me. I could see her ripe slit peeking out from between the the two moons of her ass cheeks. Though I was tempted to eat her out again, I thought better of it, knowing that her hole was still full of my spent cum. Instead I sank my meat deep into her, relishing the feel of my groin grinding against her firm ass. I fucked her this way for several minutes, watching the muscles play on her back and enjoying the sight of my cock disappearing within her crack. Every so often I would peek around to watch her tits sway in time with my thrusts. By the sound of her moans and the way she pushed back against me, I knew that Jennifer was enjoying this position as much as I.

Still, I wanted to see her face when I came, so I had her switch back to me on top. My mental suggestions and the intense fucking had made her very compliant, but I still had to give her detailed mental images in order to get her to respond. It was quite annoying and obviously took all the spontaniety out of it. This time when I fucked her I stayed connected to her mind. Her thoughts were confused. She was turned on, intrigued, puzzled, confused, excited, and at the same time wondered if this was all a dream. I took a few moments to try and quiet her mind, suggesting that she enjoy it all now and figure it out later. This helped a bit, especially after I released another small jolt of hormones. She was now hornier than anything.

Now as I fucked her she was much more responsive, playing with her tits, thrusting her hips towards mine, whispering to herself. Say what you want, I silently ordered her.

"Oh, god, yes! Fuck me with that cock! Fill me up! Stretch me out! God, I want more of your cock! More!" she called out. "You make me so hot and wet. I wanna feel you all over me. Oh, god, you do me so good! That's right, fuck your little whore. Fuck my pussy. Oh, please, fuck my pussy!"

As she pleaded for more I redoubled my efforts. Our sweat-soaked bodies slid together like pistons, creating a friction that heated us to an ever-increasing pace. It seemed as though I would never get release, while below me she shuddered almost continually as small orgasms rippled through her body. Finally I felt that familiar surge begin, and I continued to fuck her even as my cum exploded from within me, even as my body begged me to stop so it could put every effort into the expulsion. This time, with her cunt still full from my previous eruption, the sticky, gooey cum flowed out from her pussy like cream filling from an overstuffed pastry. As it soaked into the sheets I could only sit back and gaze in wonder at Jennifer's disheveled body. Fucking women was much better than jacking off. I knew then that it was going to be one pussy-filled summer.

The next day I accidentally-on purpose ran into Jennifer in the hallway at school. She pulled me aside and somewhat embarrassingly asked me to keep our "date" a secret, even though she had enjoyed it greatly. I agreed, while gallantly offering my services if she should ever need companionship again. As she walked away, I accessed her mind. She'd apparently bought the cover story that I was a member of the sexual underground, if only to explain away any incongruities about why she would spread her legs for someone like me. She'd decided not to mention the incident to her friends. Lucky for me, as I'd forgotten to implant memories in the girls who I'd selected to be my bogus references. A small disaster averted. But the experience had been well worth it.