People react to extraordinary experiences in different ways. Some respond with shock, reflexively hiding from the encounter, some seek a reoccurrence, whereas others might search for a religious or medical explanation. But when Mei Chun got fucked senseless she simply left her body and mind behind and voyaged in a self-less, transcendental state.
At the moment, in room four-twelve of the San Francisco Mandarin Oriental, she, or rather her body, was being gently rolled by the fluid movements of Philip's hips and hands as Ai continued to, ever so gently, glide her soft tongue along her labia.
This time Mei was lost in a new world of orange light that lived and flowed and twisted within her. Like a synesthetic, seeing sounds and hearing colors, Mei perceived the emotions of love and devotion as a warming orange, gooey, helical mass coiling around and through her.
Peace, pure peace, absolute contentment and love suffused the place. And as her being dissipated, as her knowledge of self was absorbed in the warm orange that surrounded what was once Mei Chun, she became the orange.
"Orange!" she cried.
Philip heard her and assumed she'd lost her mind again.
"Beau-ti-ful..." she whispered.
Ai pulled back to observe her body convulse, which it did for what seemed like minutes after her screaming subsided. She got up on her knees and stroked Mei's thighs. "Good one, huh?" she said and wasn't concerned when Mei didn't answer. She remained quiet for a few moments while Mei mumbled a bit more, then fell silent save for her breathing.
Ai waited patiently. Philip kept his slow pace as if nothing had happened.
Then Ai observed the shiver that seemed to radiate from Mei's belly button like a stone thrown into a pond. Shuddering muscles in belly and thighs that transferred to legs, arms and lolling head. She noticed the ring of foam around Philip's still slowly sluicing cock.
"Wow! Was that another one, Mei Chun?"
"She can't hear."
Ai recalled what Mei Chun had said about Philip's magic dick and being propelled into the stratosphere but had thought it simply exuberance. Now that she saw the evidence for it she wondered at what love could do to people.
"And... and?"
"Hum?" he prompted.
Ai sat back on her heels and stared, enthralled at his slowly thrusting, deliciously thick, penis and at his hands now grasping her hips gently. "And... uh?"
"Yes?"
"So... like? She just..."
"Yep. Just zones out like this. I can't explain it."
"Golly," Ai practically gasped in awe. She watched as he moved his hands up from her waist, along the ridges of her ribs and formed cones surrounding her breasts. As he squeezed, her nipples puckered and Mei groaned.
Ai watched in fascination as Mei began to squirm then shudder again when his index fingers began to flick her nipples back and forth.
"And she's totally out of it?"
"Yep. And there's more."
"More!?" She wondered what more could mean. How could it get better than being tossed around, unconscious; suffering a continual series of orgasms while your mind was transported to heaven?
"Yeah. Tell me, Ai, what's double twenty-two?"
"Forty-four."
Mei jerked and kicked and growled with such ferocity that it startled Ai. She pushed away from Mei as if she were possessed then fell over backwards and hit the floor with a thump.
"Holy Crap!" she said from the rug.
"You ok?"
"What was that?" Her face peaked up above the mattress.
"She came... again."
"No way! Just by saying forty-four?"
"Aaahhhrrrunph!" Mei grunted and shook, her feet flopped limp at the end of twitching legs, smacking Ai smartly on the side of her head.
"Ouch!" She retreated below the height of the mattress. "So she, is, like, out?" She could not believe the intensity these two achieved together. She wondered if Mei would return from wherever she was brain damaged. "Where is she?"
"She's in her happy place, heaven she says. I think it's serotonin shock personally. Like her brain just, sort of overloads and, like, escapes somewhere."
"No way?! So, like, how long?"
"We did this for nearly an hour our first time."
"An hour?" she said in disbelief, while contemplating an hour long orgasm. "Mei said something but I thought she was... So this forty-four thing...?" Her eyes went wide again as Mei thrashed, her feet once again kicking over the end of the bed.
"Um... please stop saying that," Philip asked as he struggled to hold Mei down.
"So like, I don't get it... every time she hears that number she... what?"
"Climaxes."
"No way! I mean... no way. She's faking." Ai crawled around to his side of the bed, staying low to avoid thrashing limbs.
"If you felt her squeeze you the way I'm feeling it you'd know there's no faking. Plus, does she look like she's faking?"
"Oh my God!" She looked into those eyes of his. "Philip," she said in earnest, "you've got to fuck me into a coma like this and give me a number." He chuckled and she, still kneeling beside the bed, removed a strand of Mei's hair that was covering an eye and obviously causing him some discomfort. "You HAVE to fuck me into wherever she is and give me a damn number!"
His laughter was just like hers, sweet, amused and without a tinge of derision. "I'll see what I can do, Ai, but it was her mind that did it. I just keep going and finally she just zones out."
"Zone me out, Philip! Please, I'm begging!"
Mei started groaning and mumbling about her new favorite color.
"She's coming around," he said. "Funny, I thought she'd be out longer."
"Orange... so beautiful. I never knew..."
"Mei Chun, honey?" Ai said with a tentative voice. "You there?"
Still no reply.
"It might help if you would stop fucking her," Ai observed with a bit of pique.
"Maybe. But tell me, Ai. If it were you getting screwed out of your mind like this, would you want me to stop?"
"Eh โ when you put it like that. Can you grab her ankles so she doesn't kick me again."
"Sure," he said, taking Mei's skinny ankles in hand as Ai pushed them into his grasp. "Careful with the number."