If I felt a need for mystery, I'd have them do a strip tease for me. I even had a CD player rigged up, so they could have some music to bump and grind to. Whenever possible I left the details of the dance up to them. I found that spontaneous seductions are so much more erotic than something I just ordered up. Given the relative inexperience of most of my partners, it was surprising how downright hot, dirty and sexy their dances became. Many a dance ended in a frantic jungle fuck on the trailer floor.

If I was feeling devilish, sometimes I'd use my powers to enhance a girl's shyness. She'd know that she had to strip for me, but still feel uncomfortable about it. The more they squirmed, the more I insisted that they reveal their most imtimate areas to me. Sometimes I'd be gentle about it, carefully prying a girl's hands from in front of her silky smooth breasts. Sometimes I'd be cruel, yanking aside the hand hiding her mound and then thrusting a finger or two inside her, all the while enjoying the splash of her hot tears on my chest.

From there I'd proceed to the main course. I liked my girls to be naked beneath me, so I could have easy access to any of their succulent body parts. I always probed their minds first and kept my demands within the realms of activities they had performed before. For instance, if a blond teen slut had spread her legs for her boyfriend, then I felt it perfectly permissable to have her spread her legs for me. If she'd done it doggy-style before, then I knew I'd soon be enjoying a nice view of a slim ass as I fucked her silly. And for the few who had taken it up the ass, they often got a thick cock up the ass and a few fingers in their cunt as a reminder of slutty behavior.

During the next few months I sampled a wide variety of girls, about one every other day. I had the petite blondes, the tomboy brunettes, the valley girls, the punkers, the green-eyed, red-haired vixens and the trailer court trash sluts. I sucked tits of all shapes and sizes, from tiny titties to mammoth gazongas. I ate pussy between the legs of big, hard girls, and I ate pussy between legs that were so long you thought they'd never end.I fucked girls who had fucked dozens of guys, and I fucked a couple of girls young enough to be in junior high, but who had already lost their cherry. If you go to the mall on any summer day, and look around at the vast crowds of girls walking, shopping and just hanging out, you'll understand the selection I had at hand. And I took advantage of it.

After blowing my load either in their cunt or on their face, I would sit back and relax with each girl. We'd talk about what it felt like for them, and I'd often compare what they said with what was in their mind. I was also interested in how their mind had rationalized their recent behavior. Most were convinced that they were getting something more out of the encounter. Something as big as helping them escape from an abusive family, or something as small as a new experience. A few had even convinced themselves that it was all a dream and they might as well enjoy it.

If I was in the mood, I'd take them again. There's nothing like sticking your hard cock into a cum soaked teenage pussy. Talk about tight, wet and warm. This one would often take a bit longer, and I'd have time to try a number of different positions. For the absolutely beautiful ones, or the ones who'd given me an extra good time, I'd let them ride me until they orgasmed. I tried not to enhance their experience with any mental stimulation, based on the strange effect it had Jess. Sometimes I'd just let my imagination take over. I'd think of the most exotic positions and try them on my many partners. Today I know all the names and dangers, but then I was just letting my body and mind guide me into greater pleasures.

Once a week or so Jess would join me in my love nest. After our first fuck fest she'd become totally obsessed with fucking me. She would call me ten times a day trying to set up another session. She promised me everything. I could do anything to her I wanted; spank her, order her around, shave her, anything, as long as I fucked her like I had that day. But that kind of behavior just scared me.

At first I tried to get rid of her. I stopped taking her calls. I wouldn't answer the door when she showed up. She disappeared from my life for about two weeks, and then returned begging for more. I found out from a quick mind probe that she'd gone on a fuck-a-thon, trying to find someone, anyone, who could make her feel that good. Of course, no one could, as no one could access her mind and body the way I could. Instead, all she'd gotten was a new reputation as an easy girl, or a slut, who'd been fucked and used by quite a few guys around town. In one of her memories, she'd even taken five guys in a row in a van by the beach, hoping the continuous stimulation would send her over the edge. In the end, she'd only felt used and degraded. I had to do something to help.