Mountain Rough

“Oh god…” Her body tensed up for a moment but then she relaxed. “Please make me scream.”

“Good girl.” I raised my hand and listened to the sound of her wails start echoing throughout the cabin.

Mandy had fight. It was admirable. I was pretty sure a nineteen year old girl like her saw virginity as a strength. I turned it into her weakness. She melted in my hand with nothing more than a touch. Her body would belong to me. Every delicious curve would be mine to explore with my tongue. Her tight virgin pussy that I could barely force my finger into would be my prize for the taking.

There you go little virgin—scream as loud as you can.

It was important for her to understand that I didn’t care if she suffered. It was a method of control. I needed her to be feel absolute submission mixed with unbelievable pleasure so I could use her in any way that I wanted. I had broken women far feistier than her. Her sassy mouth would soon know silence, but it wasn’t going to be because she had earned it. She was going to swallow my cock and devour it—just because I told her to do it. When the ten smacks were delivered, she sobbed on my knee. It was time for her to get the reward she was promised.

“Now you’re going to understand why I made you beg.” I lifted her off my knee and she was practically putty in my hands. “You need to know how to beg for what you want.”

I sent the remainder of our uneaten breakfast flying with a single swipe of my arm. I placed Mandy face down where it had been and knelt behind her. She didn’t fight when I stripped her jeans and her panties completely off her legs and pushed them apart. My tongue immediately started to plunge into her wetness, stabbing her hymen with furious tongue-thrusts. I slid down to her clitoris and flicked my tongue against it before massaging it against my taste buds.

“Please…” She put a hand back and ran it through my hair. “Please don’t stop!”

Keep begging.

Chapter 7: Mandy

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.

Chapter 8: Red

I had exhausted my virgin, but I kept my promise. She came harder than ever before and she got to experience it over and over until she had nothing left to give. It was clear from the way her body reacted that it was an entirely new experience and I knew there was no way she could have done so much to herself. She looked beautiful in my bed, like she belonged there. She started to lightly snore a few seconds after my lips left her forehead. I walked back to the kitchen and poured myself a second cup of coffee. My lust had taken control and I had left a mess in the kitchen, so I cleaned it between sips. When I heard the sound of gravel on tires, I was reminded that Sheriff Thompson was supposed to stop by.

That must be him.

I walked to my window and confirmed it was a patrol

car outside before opening my door and walking down the steps. The door opened and he stepped out of the car, but it wasn’t him—at least it wasn’t the Sheriff Thompson I remembered. Sheriff Thompson was an old man when I left town at the age of eighteen. The man that emerged from the patrol car was much younger. I squinted against the sun as I walked and when I finally got close enough to recognize his face, I realized it was Sheriff Thompson’s son—who had apparently managed to inherit his father’s title on top of the name.

“Billy Thompson Jr.” I laughed as I got close and extended my hand to the boy I went to school with who had the same age on his face as me.

“How’s it going, Red?” He slammed the door and shook my hand with a firm grip that rivaled my own.

“When Charlie said Sheriff Thompson was coming by, I guess I still pictured your father.” Our hands separated and I dropped mine by my side.

“Nah, he’s long since retired.” Billy put his hands on his hips. “I guess people thought I’d do a good job since I had his name.”