Suddenly, her thoughts began streaming from her lips, "I'll do anything. Anything. Just stick it in me. Get your hot cock inside me. Make me cum. Make me your slut slave. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me your whore. Your slut. I'll be your slut. Let me spread my legs for you. My slit...it's so hot...so hot for you...for you...so hot...it's your's...your's to have...your's to fuck."

Was that her talking so dirty, so nasty? But it felt good to say all that, and even better that she meant it. She'd do anything for him, just to have his thick rod splitting her open and tickling the back of her box. It stands stiff, right before her, hard as steel but smooth as silk, framed by balls sucked close to his body by the sexual excitement. The buzzing in her pussy is so strong now, she imagines she can hear it and see it emanating from between her legs. She can wait no longer, but doesn't dare pull him into her, for fear he may punish her actions by leaving without letting her cum.

Finally, he crouches over her and brings his cock to the entrance of her pussy. "Yes, fuck me. Please, fuck me," she croons to him over and over, willing him to impale her. But the torture continues as he teases her pussy lips with the head of his cock, never quite entering but never quite leaving. She vows never to tease any of her lovers this way, and then rescinds her promise, knowing that the tension only makes the final act more intense. When she closes her eyes, she can imagine the roundness of his crown slowly parting her slit as it travels from top to bottom and back again. The anticipation is rapidly becoming unbearable. "Oh! Please! Take me!" she cries, her voice a bit hoarse with impending tears.

Ssshhhliffff! His hot cock penetrates her cunt, inciting a small orgasm which echos through her body while causing a delicious muscle spasm deep in her pussy. He's in! As he pauses a moment, she feels every bit as close to impaled as a person can be. Her whole awareness is concentrated on the spot between her legs where his powerful cock has penetrated her body. The buzzing in her cunt continues, and it feels as though she can touch, truly touch every atom in his penis. Even as she welcomes him into her she wants to devour him, to have this feeling within her forevermore.

As he begins to stroke into her, she finds it impossible to think about anything except the incredible hunger and friction between her legs. When she'd fucked all those other guys, she'd ended up pinching her tits or rubbing her clit in order to duplicate her orgasms with this man. Now that she has him again, there's no need for any of this. Gazing down her body, she sees that her nipples are as hard as they'd ever been. She watches as he rises and sinks between her legs, which she holds wide open so he can go as hard, soft, fast or slow as he wanted. She'll do anything to make sure he continues to crawl between her legs.

His tempo increases and she feels another small tremblor pulse through her body. Every time he slams down into her the shockwave moves the two of them closer to the edge of the mattress. Already she can feel emptiness beneath the top of her head. She knows that even should she completely fall from the mattress, he wouldn't stop driving into her. Nor would she want him to. They'd just do it on the floor like animals.

An animal! Yes, that's how she feels. An animal that will do anything for satisfaction. Uncivilized. Driven only by primal instinct. She imagines herself as a she-monkey, being fucked by the biggest monkey in the tribe. She imagines the rest of the tribe watching as he pounds into her so hard she squeals. The paws clutching at her, the nails scratching her. His thrusts directed to one purpose: to fill her full of his monkey semen, his jungle seed. And then to cast her aside until the next urge fills him.

Her pussy tightens on the cock inside her, throttling it. He responds to her tighter hole with an appreciative groan, but she is unaware of all outside stimuli. Her whole pelvis is seizing up, releasing, seizing up and releasing as her body prepares for a climatic orgasm. She's lost all control of herself. Of their own volition her hips rise to meet each of his thrusts. Her head suddenly lolls back; he's pushed her head off the mattress. She struggles to lift it, wanting to see the ultimate moment when he cums in her. Next time, she thinks, he can cum on my face. This time I need to feel his cum boiling out of him and soaking my pussy walls.

Her body spasms, wracked by uncontrollable waves of pleasure. It feels so good, so intense that it's almost painful. She cums hard, hot and long. A Fourth of July sparkler, white hot in the center and tiny explosions all around. The buzzing in her cunt finally begins to subside, spent and burned out by the voltage that jolted her. Aftershocks continue to ripple through her body, enjoyable as sheer pleasure unencumbered by any need.

Weak from her multiple orgasms, she lets her head fall back until it's touching the floor. She knows from her previous fucking that he'll cum when he's good and ready. But, she reasons, maybe if she shows him a great time now, he'll do her again today. So she lifts her head, smiles up at him, and makes a great show of twisting and offering him her tits, with the nipples that haven't softened a bit since he first entered her.

He speeds his attack, even though his hands are now gripping the edge of the mattress and her shoulders threaten to follow her head onto the floor. Her hair is now a matted mess and some of it is trapped in his unyielding grip. Even the sharp pains that result as he pulls her hair only add to the waves of pleasure that still pulse through her body. Her need, though, is beginning to sharpen again. So soon! "Cum in me. Please, cum in me. Fill my cunt. Soak my cunt. Make me your whore, your slut, your fuck. Give me your hot cum," the nasty words pour from her mouth, as though every one of them will ratchet him closer and closer to a volcanic eruption.

She feels him stop and stiffen, and knows this will be his final few strokes. He groans long and low, and she again imagines the brawny male ape breeding his best she-monkey. Though she knows his cum is spurting deep into her, she can barely feel it, beyond the added wetness she suddenly feels. His spasms, though, press strongly against the walls of her pussy, and she enjoys the pleasant sensations they set off in her.

The buzzing in her breasts and pussy are nearly gone. Already she misses it, and wonders whether he'll allow her to feel it again today.

If someone told Jess that it hadn't been as intense as the last time, she would've argued against it for hours. But I'd already started ramping her down. It would, unfortunately, be a long and pleasurable process.