My mind started to spin out of control the instant I felt Red’s finger against my clitoris.  It was like nothing I had ever felt before.  It didn’t compare to what I did when I masturbated.  His fingertip was rough, calloused, and didn’t slow down when the sensitivity was too strong for me to stand.  He pushed past that sensitivity and unlocked a new level of pleasure I didn’t know was possible.  There was lingering pain, but it felt too good for me to want him to stop.  When he finally pulled his finger away, I was gasping for air.  I didn’t just want him to continue, I needed him to keep going or I was sure my body was going to simply explode with an overload of desire.  Then I learned to beg for suffering.

He doesn’t care if he hurts me.  I think he is getting off on my agony!

Ten smacks.  Ten that left me blistered and screaming from the moment I felt the very first one land on my unprotected flesh.  I sacrificed my body for him to give me the pleasure I craved.  I would have settled for his calloused finger finishing the job, but when I felt his tongue, I no longer wanted anything else.  He thrust his tongue inside me so hard that I thought he was going to break my hymen, but just when I felt it stretch to the point it was dangerously close to snapping, he started licking my clitoris instead.  He had a magical tongue.  It took me to a depth of bliss that made me squirm and beg for more.

“That feels so good!”  I moaned and squeezed the back of his head, trying to keep him in the exact spot he was licking at that moment.

It was too overpowering for my body to really handle.  I jerked against the table, pushing back against his tongue while my hand tried to pull him in further.  I felt pressure building up inside me.  It was much more than I felt that morning and even more than the strongest orgasm I’d ever had before while watching Red pleasure himself the previous night.  The pressure got so intense that I thought I was going to explode into a million pieces.  Just before I was convinced that was a real possibility, I felt my body erupt into blissful surrender.  I started to cum and I shook so hard the table lifted off the floor.  Endorphins surged through my veins as I felt the orgasm from my hair follicles to my toes, which curled as it continued.

It just won’t stop—oh no, another one!

It was a mixture of torment and desire.  I loved the way it felt, but it was so intense that it made me hurt inside.  My muscles tightened again before the second one began and when they released, it was like they were being torn.  I began to shake again with my body bouncing on the table, squirming against his tongue, and feeling no end in sight.  Two didn’t appear to be enough for Red.  His tongue just kept moving against my clitoris.  It was sensitive, exhausted, and yet it still responded like it belonged only to him.  A third orgasm waged war inside me, fighting for survival.  I felt my scalp going numb.  My toes couldn’t even uncurl and the bones were locked there as my muscle seized.

“Red, please!  I can’t take another one!”  I tried to push his head away, but he didn’t budge.

I started to wonder if it was possible to actually die from an orgasm—or rather four of them.  My veins even felt like they were on fire when it brought me to bliss again.  I tried to stand, but I felt Red’s hand on my back.  He pressed me to the table with very little effort.  It wasn’t just my scalp that was numb.  The entire front of my face felt drained of color.  I tried to lift my legs and push away, but they too were locked at the knee.  Four wasn’t my limit.  Five wasn’t my limit.  By the time he had pulled that one out of me, my arms were numb too.  I lay against the table and my whole body jerked with pleasure.  He stopped.  Finally.  Except that his tongue didn’t stop moving.  The numbness went all the way down my waist, into my pelvis, and the only reason I stopped orgasming was because my body simply could not function anymore.

“Now you’re done.”  I felt the table move and I was vaguely aware that he was ready for me again.  “Sleep now, little virgin.  I’ll be back for more soon.”

I felt my body being picked up off the table by Red’s powerful arms.  I fell back, limp against his muscular frame.  I moved for a while, and then I felt softness engulf me.  I assumed I was on a mattress, but my eyelids were too heavy to even part.  The numbness slowly passed and then I felt his lips against my forehead.  It was the last thing I felt before sleep took me into an embrace that was so dark I didn’t even dream.