to others?"
She shook her head, her hair swinging gently like a curtain about her. "No, sir."
"And why's that?"
"Because I belong to you and everyone who sees my ass knows it. The larger the plug, the more telling it is."
"That's right, love." Grant helped her stand, held her close as she regained her bearings. "Let's go back home and I'll give you a good fuck for pleasing me so." He picked up his hat and nodded to Jake and me, but looked upon Maura once again. "I saw that all that seed from earlier was working its way out."
"Oh yes, please," Maura begged as the door shut behind them.
Jake pulled me against him and lowered his head for a kiss. An open-mouthed, plundering kiss. He pushed me back against the table edge, my cork hitting it, and I squeaked. Grabbing me by my bottom, he lifted me up onto the hard surface and pushed me down so I lay upon it. He pushed my skirt up to my hips and stepped between my spread thighs.
"This is going to be fast," he said as he pulled out his cock and lined it up with my pussy. In one swift motion, he slid in deep, my constant arousal easing the way. My soreness was gone, only searing pleasure remained.
Gripping my hips tightly, he pummeled my channel until I was clawing at his back, wrapping my legs about his waist. I came quickly, my need so great. As I lay spent on the table, Jake continued to thrust, working me, using me for his own pleasure. He came with a loud groan and he slapped his hands down on the table to the sides of my head to take his weight. We were breathing hard, and my breasts were damp with sweat.
He pulled out and I felt his seed seep from me, down to my stretched ass, to the table below.
"Ah sweetheart, you please me so. Don't move. It's time to shave you."
I just laid there watching him, recovering from my orgasm as he put his cock back in his pants and went over to the wash basin to retrieve his shaving cup and straight razor and a wet cloth. Wiping me clean, he murmured, "Put your feet up on the edge of the table and don't move. I don't want to nick my pretty pussy." He winked as he tended to me. As he lathered soap over my mound and down my pussy, I fell asleep, sated, replete and for just a little while, at ease with being a wife.
Chapter Seven
Jake
The next two days I kept Catherine's training much the same. I inserted the smaller pill now at bedtime; it provided the level of arousal that kept her in a state where she often used the special chair on her own while I was out, yet retractable enough where she still found the ass training something to endure. I alternated between a deep plug and wide cork in her ass, letting her learn I would be variable in my choice. This was the time where I set no new demands on her, just fucked her pussy and let her settle in to her new role, adjusting. Accepting. Coming to the realization of what her days would now be like. But two days was all I could endure with her remaining in the house.
"We are going into town today. Supplies are needed so we will take the wagon," I told her over breakfast.
She glanced up at me, her eyes flared in surprise, then darted down to her bare breasts. "Town? Like this?"
"I have a scarf that will cover you appropriately," I replied.
She stood, paced across the room. "A scarf won't cover me." Her hand moved back and forth in front of her exposed flesh. "I'm huge like this."
Yes, she was so beautifully large, her breasts now quivering with each frantic breath. I smiled. I couldn't help it.
"Then you'd rather not wear the scarf? That is your choice."
"What? No!" Spinning to face me, fear brightened her eyes. "I need a real blouse, not like this one."
"I've seen you touching your nipples, sweetheart. You pull and tug on them when I'm not watching. Have you come by just working them?" I took a sip of my coffee.
She flushed hotly, all the way down to her tightening nipples. She had. She'd learned how to play with herself until she came. "You don't have to answer. Your
She shook her head, her hair swinging gently like a curtain about her. "No, sir."
"And why's that?"
"Because I belong to you and everyone who sees my ass knows it. The larger the plug, the more telling it is."
"That's right, love." Grant helped her stand, held her close as she regained her bearings. "Let's go back home and I'll give you a good fuck for pleasing me so." He picked up his hat and nodded to Jake and me, but looked upon Maura once again. "I saw that all that seed from earlier was working its way out."
"Oh yes, please," Maura begged as the door shut behind them.
Jake pulled me against him and lowered his head for a kiss. An open-mouthed, plundering kiss. He pushed me back against the table edge, my cork hitting it, and I squeaked. Grabbing me by my bottom, he lifted me up onto the hard surface and pushed me down so I lay upon it. He pushed my skirt up to my hips and stepped between my spread thighs.
"This is going to be fast," he said as he pulled out his cock and lined it up with my pussy. In one swift motion, he slid in deep, my constant arousal easing the way. My soreness was gone, only searing pleasure remained.
Gripping my hips tightly, he pummeled my channel until I was clawing at his back, wrapping my legs about his waist. I came quickly, my need so great. As I lay spent on the table, Jake continued to thrust, working me, using me for his own pleasure. He came with a loud groan and he slapped his hands down on the table to the sides of my head to take his weight. We were breathing hard, and my breasts were damp with sweat.
He pulled out and I felt his seed seep from me, down to my stretched ass, to the table below.
"Ah sweetheart, you please me so. Don't move. It's time to shave you."
I just laid there watching him, recovering from my orgasm as he put his cock back in his pants and went over to the wash basin to retrieve his shaving cup and straight razor and a wet cloth. Wiping me clean, he murmured, "Put your feet up on the edge of the table and don't move. I don't want to nick my pretty pussy." He winked as he tended to me. As he lathered soap over my mound and down my pussy, I fell asleep, sated, replete and for just a little while, at ease with being a wife.
Chapter Seven
Jake
The next two days I kept Catherine's training much the same. I inserted the smaller pill now at bedtime; it provided the level of arousal that kept her in a state where she often used the special chair on her own while I was out, yet retractable enough where she still found the ass training something to endure. I alternated between a deep plug and wide cork in her ass, letting her learn I would be variable in my choice. This was the time where I set no new demands on her, just fucked her pussy and let her settle in to her new role, adjusting. Accepting. Coming to the realization of what her days would now be like. But two days was all I could endure with her remaining in the house.
"We are going into town today. Supplies are needed so we will take the wagon," I told her over breakfast.
She glanced up at me, her eyes flared in surprise, then darted down to her bare breasts. "Town? Like this?"
"I have a scarf that will cover you appropriately," I replied.
She stood, paced across the room. "A scarf won't cover me." Her hand moved back and forth in front of her exposed flesh. "I'm huge like this."
Yes, she was so beautifully large, her breasts now quivering with each frantic breath. I smiled. I couldn't help it.
"Then you'd rather not wear the scarf? That is your choice."
"What? No!" Spinning to face me, fear brightened her eyes. "I need a real blouse, not like this one."
"I've seen you touching your nipples, sweetheart. You pull and tug on them when I'm not watching. Have you come by just working them?" I took a sip of my coffee.
She flushed hotly, all the way down to her tightening nipples. She had. She'd learned how to play with herself until she came. "You don't have to answer. Your
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