I reasoned that I had overloaded her circuits the first two times. The only way to help her would be to wean her body from the need for such intense stimulation. To do that, I would gear down the stimulation every time we fucked. So instead of 100%, I'd give her 95%. Then 90%. And so on. Besides, she was still a pretty good lay. And she had promised to do anything I wanted. I liked that attitude.

In our first session in the trailer love nest, I laid down the rules for our "new" relationship. First, she was to make herself available to me anytime and anyplace. I could call her in the middle of the night and she would come and spread her legs for me. She agreed readily, fiddling with the buttons on her shorts as if she were ready to pull them off at any time. Next, she was to wear a new piece of lingerie whenever she came to see me. One that I could keep if I wanted. She was to keep her legs shaved for action at any moment, and I wanted her pussy hair shaved into a thin strip, allowing me easier access to her cunt. She quickly agreed to all of these stipulations as she twisted the thin fabric of her shirt around her fingers, tightening it to the point where her tits were completely outlined by the stretched material. Whether consciously or not, she was heating me up.

With all that settled, I pulled her down on top of me. I often like to relive this memory from her point of view, though for the purposes of this report, I will refer to myself in this memory in the third person. Otherwise, all the I/me, his/my descriptions will get very confusing.

As far as Jess was concerned, she'd gotten off easily. She'd been prepared to do anything to feel that way again, even pay for it. All of her other efforts to replicate that incredible roiling orgasm had failed. The times she did come had paled in comparison. Even trying to get herself off with a lifelike dong had been only so-so, although using her mother's vibrator had been tolerably pleasant. She didn't understand why only one man could bring her off that way, but now that she had him, she was going to enjoy every minute. And if sexy underwear, or spanking, or anything else got his gorgeous cock hard, she'd do it for him in a second. She craved, absolutely craved having that cock in her pussy. And now that he lay underneath her, she was going to get what she came for.

She pressed herself hard against his chest, feeling his heartbeat travel upward, through the thin fabric of her halter top, through the sensitive tips of her nipples, up through her aching breasts, and down a secret channel to her pussy. She imagined the connection sparking, and her pussy began throbbing in time with his heartbeat. The tingling between her legs grew more adamant. She had to have him thrusting into her. She could think of nothing but opening her legs for him. But one part of her mind interjected a caution. He won't like it if I just attack him. He'll be even harder if I give myself to him in stages. Seduce him.

She sat up until she was kneeling astride him, wriggling her ass and cunt on top of his groin. Even through her panties and shorts and his shorts and underwear, she could feel he was already hard as a rock. She pulled off her halter top, enjoying the pleased look he gave her. She noticed thata mirror was mounted right across from her. Fleetingly, she wondered about the trailer they were occupying. But when she saw how adoringly he looked up at her breasts, that thought and all other doubts fled her mind.

Leaning down she brought her lips against his, savoring the power and dexterity of his tongue. She wanted to consume him, to bring his lust up to the highest point. She wanted to do with her mouth what she would do with her pussy. Engulf him. Encapsulate him. Manipulate him. Eviscerate him. Build the pressure in his volcano until it erupts with a violent blast. God, she wanted him.

Now her tits were buzzing, literally buzzing for attention. She bent lower so he could take them into his mouth. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she wondered why she had waited so long before giving herself to him. Who would've guessed her friend would be such a phenomenal lover? That question left unanswered as his wet tongue touched her erect nipple. Yet instead of slackening, the buzzing in her breasts intensified. Maul them, she silently shouted to him. Bite them! Suck them! Squeeze them until they burst! As if reading her mind, he chomped hard on one, then the other, alternating between soft, loving attention and hard, nasty biting. Just as the buzzing began to subside in her tits, it took up residence between her legs. She needed a hard fuck, and now!

Standing over him, she removed her shorts and then her panties, pausing a couple of times to watch herself in the mirror. She liked her body, for the most part, though she wished her breasts were a little bigger. She knew that her long hair turned on most guys, and she took a second to pull it forward, over her shoulder, so that it almost covered her tits, leaving just a small area around the nipples showing. All of the other guys she'd recently given herself to had also liked her body. She had an unbidden flashback, in which two of the guys in the van had entered her at once. While the feeling of being filled in the ass and in the pussy was intense, it still didn't reach the intensity she had reached with this guy.

She stood over him for a few moments, lightly fingering herself, imagining how it must feel to stare straight up at her open pussy. Soon it won't be open, she thought. Soon it'll be all filled up. With that thought in mind, she swung around and knelt at the side of the mattress. As she undid his shorts, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a not unpleasant chest. Surely not as fully formed and hairy as some of the guys she'd recently tried. But not flabby or disgusting, either. While pulling down his zipper, she traced the hardness that lay inside. He wasn't as big as some of those other guys, either. But they didn't do the job right, either.

With his cock finally revealed, she decided to suck him for a while. When she'd gone looking for other lovers, five of the guys had come when she was sucking them, forcing her to start over and get them hard again. She wanted cock in her pussy, not in her mouth. But she could tell, somehow, that this one would never have trouble with his willpower. And I'll let him cum on my face, she suddenly decided, though it hadn't occurred to her before. She brought her lips down over the purple crown, pleased at how he began to squirm and moan. The skin was silky smooth, with just a little bit of play. But it felt like there was a steel pole underneath, his cock was so hard. She slurped at him madly, warming both his dick and his balls. The buzzing between her own legs intensified, her wetness beginning toseep onto her thighs. Pausing a moment, she squeezed a few drop of pre-cum out of his slit. Making sure he watched, she touched the tip of her tongue to his cock crown and pulled back slowly, carefully drawing a string of sticky, white cum between them. She hoped this would heat him up unbearably, as her own need had grown to immense proportions.

To her great relief, he flipped her on her back and spread her legs. She let her legs fall to the sides, thereby opening her cunt wide for his heavy dick. But to her consternation, he simply kneeled between her legs and softly fingered her thighs and pussy lips, never even penetrating into her wet hole. What are you waiting for? she screamed in her mind. I'll do anything! Just make me cum!