"Really?"
She nodded. "I've only been married a week longer than you, so I'm no expert, but Jake discovered that I come more quickly, more often, and oh so much better when he's fucking my ass."
"Doesn't it hurt?" The very idea had me clenching down on the little plug in my bottom. "When Cole put that first cork in me at the wedding, it burned terribly and the stretch was, well, awful."
"At first I didn't like it, and was embarrassed that Jake would do things to me there or let the other men do it as well, but when I first went into heat, everything changed. He stretched me so wide I couldn't close back up so he had to keep fucking me there until I did. The stretching was uncomfortable, but the fucking was...amazing. Now, I think he just likes to see how I'll react, trying different sized plugs."
"You couldn't close back up?" Merciful heavens, that didn't sound pleasurable at all.
Catherine shook her head. "I was dependent on Jake to help me. Once I realized Jake wasn't going to change his ways - it makes me aroused to please him - I began to embrace what he did to my body. Now we're trying to see how wide I can stretch."
"For fun?"
Catherine looked at me shyly. "Well, when I see Jake's face when he's looking at my ass and watching his seed come out after a good fucking, it does something for me. Here." She put a hand over her exposed breasts right where her heart was. "So yes, it's for fun. Just like collecting his seed inside me."
Catherine put the final touches on my hair and I thought about her words. She seemed to want to please Jake, to let him do things to her because she knew it made him happy. But fucking her ass? I wasn't so sure. Cole wasn't interested in my ass the way he wanted to fuck my mouth. I loved seeing his face when he came. The pleasure there, the abandon. I was the only one who could make him look that way. Only me. Only my mouth was what gave him that pleasure. Every time I pleased him with my mouth, whether it was taking the dildo deep or sucking his cock, he made me come. So when I pleased him, he pleased me. Was it so terrible trying to get his cock to the back of my throat if it pleased him so?
***
Although the evening meal was at Jake and Catherine's house, it did not appear that we would be eating promptly. As Cole shut the front door behind us, I could hear a woman moan in obvious pleasure. The sound came from the far reaches of the house so I assumed it was Catherine. A very pleased Catherine. At least on her way there.
I glanced at Cole in question. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, his soft breath tickling my nape. "Sounds like Catherine and Jake are a little busy."
Grant came over to us. "Evening. Tessa, you look lovely tonight." He glanced down my body, his eyes resting on my breasts for a moment. I had accumulated a fair amount of dried seed there over the course of the day, even more when I'd sucked his cock before lunch. My skin was tight and my left nipple was milky white with a dried clump.
After lunch, Cole had tied a new mouth trainer about my head, this one longer than the first and it reached just shy of being too deep. I'd had to concentrate on it, breathing through my nose and swallowing carefully. Cole had said I needed to practice breathing this way so that I could hold his cock in my throat. Every time I did so, I thought of Cole's cock being inside my mouth and swallowing the hot gush of his seed. He sat reading in his chair as my heat built. I was starting to see a connection between my need to come and a cock in my mouth, just as Cole said would happen.
When I'd all but paced a hole in the carpet, unsure of how to relieve the ache, Cole placed a special chair next to his, one that had a dildo affixed to the wooden seat - backward so I could straddle it and hold onto the back - and I spent the afternoon riding the hard dildo, fucking it, as I sucked hard on the cock filling my mouth. Each time I came, I just slumped forward, resting my head on the seat back, recovering, before the need built again. Each time, Cole just ran his hand up and down my sweaty back and praised me, then continued to read. Right before we left for dinner, he bent me over the dining table and fucked me. It was so much better than the special chair; Cole's cock was much larger and he was so adept at finding every secret spot deep inside that made me come. And I did, twice, all the while continuing to suck and swallow around the big dildo in my mouth. He final
ly removed it before we departed.
"Jake and Catherine are a little preoccupied, but should be out fairly soon by the sound of it." He grinned. "I'm going to tend to Maura in the kitchen. We'll be out in a minute."
Cole led me to one of the comfortable chairs by the fireplace and lowered me onto his lap.
A muffled moan drifted to us.
"I'm not sure if we should be hearing this," I whispered to Cole.
"Nonsense," Cole replied to my concern as he kissed my brow. "Catherine's needs can't wait because of a family dinner. The same goes for you. That's why we brought your mouth trainer." He bumped the wooden dildo he'd placed about my wrist. "For now, just suck on my fingers. Your mouth must be tired from the one you had in all day."
He pushed two of his fingers to my lips and I opened, sucking them into my mouth. They were only a minor intrusion in comparison to earlier and I was thankful for the respite. I held them there against my tongue, adjusting to the strangeness of it. His skin was warm in comparison to the cool wood. Cole started moving his fingers in and out of my mouth, mimicking how his cock filled my pussy just a little while ago. My clit pulsed and I felt wetness dampen my skirt beneath me.
Grant and Maura joined us as Catherine screamed her release; it was impossible to miss. He led his wife to the chair across from ours and let her sit, Grant resting on the chair's arm next to her.
"Hello, Maura. I'm sure Tessa would say hello if she could speak, but I'm enjoying the way she's sucking on my fingers," Cole commented.
I looked to Maura and gave her a slight head nod. It didn't seem that Maura was overly concerned if I were well mannered or not.
Her blond hair was in a braid down her back, but long curls hung down to frame her face as if she'd been caught outside on a windy day. Her eyes were very glassy, her skin flushed. She sat with the posture of a woman with a cork in her ass, back arched, shoulders back and her breasts thrust out. It was her breasts that caught my attention. They appeared to be coated in the greasy ointment Cole used on my ass. Her nipples were large and distended from her body with very long tips. They were also red, puffy and looked tender.
Grant ran his hand gently down her hair, over her cheek and lower to a breast, his knuckles caressing her slick, long nipple. Maura's eyes slid closed and she whimpered.
"Maura loves to play with her nipples. Sometimes, when she's extra attentive of them, she goes into heat." The surprise on my face must have shown because Grant said, "Yes, Maura can go into heat from that alone. This time, it woke her up in the middle of the night. I love to see her nipples get bigger and longer so she wears nipple trainers every time it happens. Once they stretch as far as the trainer will make them, her heat tapers off. Doctor Graham provided her with nipple trainers the next size up, but we've been waiting for her next heat. They're very intense for her, so it's up to her when she's ready to put them on. But she can't come until she does, so it shouldn't be too much longer."
He leaned down and kissed her neck as Maura fidgeted her hips, his fingers continuing to pull and tug on her slick tip. Gentle wouldn't begin to describe how Grant was with Maura. He was tender, loving, and attentive. I couldn't imagine the man implementing any kind of spanking or other discipline when he was so doting.
"Do you want to touch them again?" he murmured down to his wife beside him. His voice was so soft, so concerned.