She was stretched wide, the burn intense; but Dana reminded herself she was wearing a large plug because he wanted her filled, and the pain was hers to bear. She squeezed the grips in her hands, concentrated on the sensation of the handles against her palms, reminding herself she was more than her asshole, trying to orient herself—but not doing a great job as she floated in the darkness.
A warm hand grasped her right leg as another moved up her left until it was caressing her outer lips. He pinched them closed and stretched them away from her body. She'd needed anchoring, and this did it, as she held onto the handles in front of her while he pulled her backwards by her pussy.
Before she realized he'd let go, fingers were inside of her, stretching her, pushing, invading. Then nothing. Floating in a dark universe.
Her mind tried to make sense of things for a short time, but starved of input, she eventually became one with the emptiness, a waking dream. She recognized herself, the being she was when not inhabiting a body, but the thought flittered to nothing as she drifted in the void.
Hands on both calves, legs pulled apart. The contact brought her soul slamming back into this dimension, and her body flared to life with a rush of adrenaline.
The shock of sensation between her legs. Pushing. Entering. His cock? Yes.
He fucked her slowly, all the way in and almost all the way out. She knew she wouldn't be allowed to come, so she relaxed and enjoyed while trying not to get any hornier. He maintained the steady rhythm long enough she dropped into a trance—a slow burn inside from both friction and arousal, while the rest of her body was lost in the cool water.
Her consciousness was her pussy and ass, and her mouth around the snorkel—nothing else existed. She couldn't hear, see, or smell. There was only the relentless tempo of his cock sliding inexorably in and out.
Pain. In her ass. He was pulling on the plug—not enough to dislodge it, but to spread her open and get her attention. He relaxed his grip and it slid back in, and she breathed a sigh of relief until she felt his fingers gripping again, pulling. Hard. It came out all at once and she screamed into the snorkel.
Before the scream ended, he pushed again, opening her—holding it motionless at the widest point. She dragged more air into her lungs and bellowed into the snorkel, her volume increasing mid-scream as he shoved it home.
He began moving again—fast and hard this time, his thrusts driving her forward and backward, the rest of her body coming alive as the water caressed her skin. Her hands clasped the handles, and the walls of her pussy gripped his cock.
She needed to come, she was riding the crest of the wave and it wouldn't be long before she slipped over the other side. His hands were on her hips now, and she tried to focus on them instead of her internal muscles. She felt the beginnings of the spasm that would initiate an unstoppable chain reaction as he pushed in and held, shuddering as he filled the condom. She managed to back away from the climax, but wasn't out of the woods yet. He was still buried in her, and her unfulfilled orgasm begged for release.
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No one was touching her. She assumed Zach was nearby, but couldn't be sure. She pulled her legs together and felt sensation to her sensitive clit, and the orgasm stopped fizzling. She spread them, relieved when the cool water reached between her folds again.
She floated in darkness—her hands resting lightly on the handles, the back of her head touching the Plexiglas, the sound of her breathing echoing through the snorkel, the water caressing her skin. Seconds turned to minutes and she lost track of time. No thoughts, no decisions. A soul floating in the great expanse, the echo of her inhales and exhales the only real feedback she registered, and after a while those became background, too. Background to the nothingness.
A gentle touch to her shoulder dragged her into her body, awareness returning to her brain. He gave her time to reorient, remember where she was, who she was. Another hand settled on her other shoulder, and both hands slid to her upper arms, setting off a trigger in her mind. She released her fingers and he pulled her back, the snorkel staying put, so she had to release it from her mouth.
He left the mask on as he carried her up the steps, out of the pool, carefully placing her on a cushioned lounger in the shade.
"Close your eyes and keep them closed, pet."
It took a moment for the auditory section of her brain to process his words, and she didn't make sense of them until he released the mask and a breeze whispered past her eyelids as bright light pierced through.
A soft fabric blindfold plunged her back into darkness. She could smell and hear once more, but her sight was still denied.
Hands at her pussy. Stroking, caressing, teasing. Fingers on her clit, her lips—everywhere except inside, where she wanted him. She moved her hips, hoping to show him with her movements how desperate she was to come, but he didn't relent.