Page 104 of Pucking Wild

“Mhmm.”

I prod at her entrance with the toy, and she widens her stance, pressing into me until the toy begins to disappear.

“Ryan, have you ever done anal?” she says, glancing over her shoulder at me.

“Once,” I admit. “It was college, and I was pretty drunk though.”

“I love anal,” she hums, bearing down as I sink the toy in deeper. “Mmm, keep going. Push it all the way in.” She shivers as I force the red plug the rest of the way into her ass. As soon as it’s all the way in, she gives a little shaky laugh. “It’s been a while since I played with one this big. Maybe I was being over ambitious.”

“Should we stop or—”

“Hell no,” she replies, pushing off the bench. “This is gonna feel amazing.” She reaches under the towel and takes out two small remotes, one pink and one red. She hands me the red one. “Come on, let’s go dip in the pool and cool off. Then we’ll play.”

Apparently, we’re walking around wearing butt plugs now. What the hell is happening to me? I follow her out of the sauna into the chilly January night.

She walks right over to the pool, plug hidden between her cheeks, and walks down the steps, sinking into the icy water. “It’ll feel good, I promise. Cool off now, and we’ll warm up in the sauna,” she adds with a flirty wink.

Taking a deep breath, I walk down the steps of the pool, the plug only slightly uncomfortable. As soon as I’m waist-deep in the water, a vibration shoots up my ass, straight to my heart. “Holy—fuck—” I gasp, spinning around to glare at Tess. As soon as the vibrations start, they stop.

“Just checking to see if the remote works,” she says with a grin.

I wade towards her. “Oh, you are in so much trouble—”

“Ryan, no,” she shrieks, wading away. “Dunk me in this pool, and I’ll turn your plug up to ten!”

I drop my hands away from her, letting her slip away, up out of the pool. She’s halfway up the stairs when I click her remote on. She gasps, grasping for the handrail as I quickly click it twice to up the vibration.

“Oh god,” she whimpers, hurrying up the stairs with it still vibrating.

I follow her with a grin. Okay, I can see the appeal of this. We go back into the sauna, and she surprises the hell out of me when she takes her folded towel and sits down.

“Are—do you—doesn’t that hurt?” I manage to get out.

“No,” she replies with a shrug. “Come here, baby. Come sit by me, and we’ll relax.” She pats the bench next to her. “Part of the fun with this kind of play is the anticipation.”

I’m trusting this process. If she says I can sit with a sparkly butt plug in my ass, I’m going to do it. She sets my towel out and I sit down, wincing slightly as I find an angle that doesn’t put pressure right on the plug.

She reaches over with her free hand, placing it on my thigh. “Just lean back. Relax and close your eyes. Breathe in the smell of the cedar. Try to let go of all your worry and anxiety.”

Okay, this is starting to feel like a yoga session now. I’m not mad about it. And the juxtaposition between the hot-cold-hotisrefreshing. I can feel my muscles and joints loosening up. I guess I just expected this to be—

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, bending over, elbows on my knees, as the plug goes off, hammering my ass with strong vibrations. Changing angles was a fucking mistake. I practically squeal as I flop backwards. The buzzing plug hits me right on my prostate. My dick hardens, all the blood rushing from my head to my crotch.

She doesn’t keep it on long before I’m given a reprieve.

Not to be outdone, I fumble for her remote and turn it on. Next to me, she hums. Tess is much more relaxed than me, leaning back against the wall, eyes closed. She’s almost serene as she just lets the vibrations rock through her.

I click it higher.

No change.

Higher.

“Mmm, that feels good,” she says.

Slowly, she lifts her hands to her breasts and starts to touch herself, lazy and languid. She tweaks her nipples, and I’ve decided I fucking love this game. I duck down, eager to taste her. As she pinches herself with a seductive sigh, I close my mouth over her fingers and her nipple, sucking on them both.

“Fuck, yeah that’s good,” she whimpers. She pulls her fingers free, digging them into my hair as she holds me to her breast, demanding that I keep sucking on her. With her free hand, she works my remote, turning it on again.

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