Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden Series Book 2) Read online

  I complied and as I was bent over and he pulled the plug free, he murmured, "The more you practice, the better you are at sucking cock. I think you'll suck me off before every meal, and in between you can use the mouth trainer."

  "Why so much, Cole?" I asked, staring down at the wood floor as his hand squeezed my hip, the other tugging the plug free.

  "Because it pleases me and I know you're working so hard to be a good cock sucker. Remember, every time you suck cock, you get to come." Giving me a gentle pat on the bottom, he continued. "There. Go and bathe, but leave the seed on your breasts. Bring your clothes downstairs when you're done and I'll help you dress."

  Thirty minutes later, I heard voices as I went downstairs. I peeked around the corner and saw Jake and Catherine in the kitchen with Cole. "I know you're there, darlin'."

  Rolling my eyes, I joined them, clutching my clothes to my chest.

  It was obvious Jake and Cole were brothers. Only the hair color was different between the two. "Hello, Tessa," Jake said, giving me a little head nod as if he were tipping his hat.

  Catherine stood next to him, dressed in a plain black skirt and blouse with her breasts exposed, as mine had been the day before. Even though I'd seen Maura dressed the same yesterday, Catherine confirmed it really wasn't just me who had to dress in such a fashion.

  With her beautiful blond hair tied in a braid down her back, Catherine was very pretty in an understated way. Her back was arched, which thrust her breasts very far forward, and I knew she stood that way because of a cork in her ass. It must be a large one for her to stand so. It made me remember my first corking and squirmed at the memory. Catherine smiled at me as if nothing were amiss, her expression friendly, although she looked very unsure of me. She must have heard from Maura about my snappish ways and I felt contrite. I had to try my best to be civil and befriend her as we were now sisters-in-law. Besides, I didn't want Cole to be disappointed in me.

  "Hello, Catherine, it is nice to meet you," I said.

  "We've caught you at the wrong time," the other woman replied, referring to my clothes I held instead of wearing them. Oh, I was naked! Why had it taken me this long to remember that?

  "No, not at all," Cole replied. "Jake, why don't you pour coffee for yourselves while I get Tessa ready for the day?"

  Jake nodded and went to the stove to the coffee pot. Catherine followed, but her steps were measured.

  "Over to the bar, darlin'. Let's get a plug in you." Cole tilted his head toward it.

  I glanced at Jake and Catherine, then back at Cole. "Now? Here?" I felt uncomfortable with the couple watching, even though Sam had seen me naked, as had Doctor Graham. Would I ever adjust to the lack of modesty? Catherine had only been married a few weeks and she seemed to be adjusting well, clearly not bothered that her breasts were on display.

  He leaned in, whispered in my ear as he took my clothes from me. "Let's show them how good a cock sucker you are."

  My mouth fell open in stunned surprise, but Cole imagined it differently. "Yes, open wide just like that. That's my girl." He gave me a little pat on the bottom as he placed my things on the table.

  I held onto the bar and bent at the waist.

  "Go on, Tessa."

  I stared at the large dildo only inches from my mouth, then at the bell that was so far from my nose. I'd done it before, I could do it again. As Cole worked the ointment into my ass, I took the dildo into my mouth and tried right away to touch my nose to the bell. It wasn't like Cole's cock where I had to suck and work the cum from it. If I rang the bell, I'd get my reward that much sooner.

  But it was so hard to do, especially being distracted by Cole working the plug in. That wasn't overly comfortable to take as he moved it in and out, almost fucking me there with it, which was definitely a distraction. I tried and tried, sputtering as my eyes watered. The dildo went in almost all the way. When Cole's fingers started to work my clit, I knew I really would get pleasure if I made the bell ring. I needed to make that bell ring!

  "What's she doing?" I heard Catherine whisper.

  "Mouth training," Jake replied.

  "Tessa is being trained to be a good cock sucker and she's doing a fine job so far. I fuck her mouth before every meal and she'll use a mouth trainer all day long," Cole commented. "At the bar, when she rings the bell, that means she's taken the dildo all the way to the back of her throat and she gets to come. You want to come, don't you Tessa? Come for all of us."

  Cole strummed my clit even harder as I took the dildo deeper, but tapered off when I pulled back. I groaned around the wooden object and pushed forward as far as I could. It bumped against the back of my throat and I swallowed around it convulsively, trying to accept it. The bell rang and I coughed and sucked in a breath through my nose. Cole gave an expertly sharp pinch to my clit and I came. I was lost in my pleasure, uncaring that Jake and Catherine were watching, and only barely aware that the bell continued to ring.

  Cole pulled my hips back and the cock came out of my mouth. He lifted me up and wrapped his arms around me, planted a soft kiss on top of my head. "I'm so proud of you, Tessa. You kept that cock down your throat the whole time you came."

  I just let my husband hold me up as I recovered my breath, and also my wits, reveling in the knowledge that I'd pleased him. After, he dressed me in my corset, skirt and wraparound blouse.

  "Would you like me to help fix your hair?" Catherine asked.

  I touched my hand to my tresses. I’d forgotten how tangled they must be.

  "Yes, thank you," I replied, leading her upstairs to the bedroom.

  I gave her the hairbrush and stood before the mirror on the wall, glancing at her reflection. "I'm not very good at being friends," I admitted, rubbing my hands together nervously. "I should be prompt and tell you so you're not upset when I say something mean. It's...it's going to happen sometime. Maybe now because I didn't like that you and Jake watched me downstairs."

  Catherine swiped her hand through the air and shrugged. "It's hard to get used to, but it's best if you do quickly because it's going to always be that way. I had to endure Sam putting a cork in my ass the day after we married. Then Cole got to sit with me as I fucked myself on my special chair."

  "He did?" A tinge of jealousy swamped me, although I had no idea what a special chair was. Did Cole long for Catherine?

  "Don't worry, all the men will see you, do things to you. They're just helping each other, and ultimately us."

  "Doctor Graham saw...some things yesterday." I couldn't say what specifically aloud.

  "See?" Catherine grinned. "We'll be able to commiserate together." As she worked out the tangles at the bottom of my long hair, she continued. "I've only been here a short time so I don't have any friends besides Maura, so one more would be nice. I have to admit, I've heard that you're a little...difficult."

  I winced.

  "I'm sorry, but that's what I heard, not what I know. How about we start off fresh?" She looked at me expectantly, almost eagerly. Perhaps there were others out there who were alone like me, although I had put myself in my own personal exile by being rude.

  "I'd like that." I smiled. "Can I ask you a question?" I bit my lip, hoping she wouldn't laugh at me. I'd just die if she did, but I had to know.

  "Of course," she murmured.

  "I think there might be something wrong with me, but Cole says I'm fine."

  Catherine's blond brows went up. "Oh?"

  "I can't stop, well...um. I need to come, again and again. It doesn't stop, this need. Even when Cole's not with me, I have to come. But then, I think of Cole and wish he was...um, filling me." I felt my cheeks heat.

  Catherine relaxed her shoulders. "He's right. There's nothing wrong with you. You're in heat and it's too strong to fight."

  That was a little depressing. "Then what should I do?"

  "Come, of course."

  "But...it's so--"

  "Inappropriate?"

  She understood! "What kind of woman falls asleep with her fing
ers...there?" I glanced down at my hands, remembering where I'd had them. "I mean, it's constant. Right now, if you weren't here, I'd lay down on the bed and make myself come or I'd go downstairs and I'd want Cole to...."

  I let the remainder of the sentence ebb. From the look on Catherine's face, she knew what I was talking about.

  "It's all right if you do. I admit, I'd like to as well. Jake fucked me in the ass before we came--that's why I have this extra big cork in me, he wants to see how much seed I can collect in my ass today. That means he's going to fuck me there again and again all day long." She looked all dreamy for a moment, her lids lowering part way. "My pussy just got wetter at the thought."

  "You enjoy what Jake does to you?" I asked hesitantly.

  "To me? Yes. And also with me. I know how much he loves to play with my ass, and so I love it too."

  "The cock sucking, it's really hard," I admitted.

  She patted me on the shoulder. "Give it time. Really. I was the most modest woman when I arrived in Liberty and now I do all kinds of carnal things. Do you want to know what I do when Jake's not near?"

  I nodded.

  "I straddle the arm of Jake's favorite chair and rub my pussy against it. I can hit my clit just right and come so hard. Maura said she rubs against her bed post."

  "So you're in heat, too?"

  Catherine smiled and blushed. "Oh yes. Do you think before I married that I would crave Jake's cock in my ass? Anything in my ass?" She looked at me questioningly. "And you think there's something wrong with you?"

  She did offer a valid question. Was there something wrong with Catherine? There didn't seem to be and I never would have thought it, so maybe I wasn't crazy after all.

  "But my mother. She thinks I'm, well, wanton."

  Catherine grinned. "You are."

  I looked down, disappointed.

  "Does Cole like you this way? Does he say he's happy with you?"

  I glanced up. "Yes, he says he does. All the time. He says I please him."

  Catherine shrugged her shoulders. "There was a man I was engaged to, back in St. Louis, who thought I was a harlot for undoing the top button of my blouse." She glanced down at her exposed breasts and we both laughed at the irony. "The only person you have to please is Cole and I have a strong suspicion he's more than happy with you."

  Perhaps Catherine was correct. She knew more about this than me, and her words seemed valid. She started to braid my hair. "Tell me about this mouth training."

  Perhaps Catherine was as curious as I was and with Maura the only other woman on the ranch, she craved answers as much as me. Obviously Jake didn't insist upon mouth training; he seemed most interested in her ass, which appealed to Catherine. "It looks...difficult."

  I grabbed some hairpins from a dish and held them up for her. "It's not easy." I sighed, looking down at the dried seed on my breasts that Cole hadn't let me wash off. "But every time I do it, he makes me come. That makes it--"

  "--easier." Catherine finished for me. "I understand. Really, I do."

  "What about you? Do you have to do it, too?"

  She twisted the braid into a bun and started pinning it in place. "No. I've done it once, but Jake wouldn't let me finish. I heard his seed goes in your mouth but he didn't want that. He wanted to be in my ass when he came instead." Catherine paused and I turned around to face her. She blushed. "Jake likes to fuck my ass."

  "Yes, I figured as much." Still, I was astonished. "Cole mentioned he wanted to do that to me, but I was always so distracted by him putting it...his cock, somewhere else. You said you crave it. It's that good?"

  Catherine's face changed to look as if she were given the best berry pie, like she was in heaven. "Actually," she said, then paused, glanced around, then leaned in. "I love it."

  "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.