Claiming Catherine (Montana Maiden 1)

"Please, that cork's too big. Look what it's done to me!"

Yes, I was looking at what it had done. She was beautifully stretched open, all ready for her virgin ass to be fucked. Fucked so that she would not hurt, so her tender flesh would not tear or rip. I wanted her to know her ass was mine, but that didn't mean I had to be rough with her. Like I told my brothers, she was gentle. And she needed gentle guidance - and a very stretched ass.

"Maybe if I fuck it, it will close back up?" I asked, looking at Catherine as if she – and not me - knew the answer. Nothing but time would close it up, not that she needed to know that. She considered, but remained silent. She scrunched up her face as she clenched down. Nothing, only a minor reduction in the size of the opening. Looking down, she glanced at my cock, now so hard it curved up to practically touch my navel. The head was engorged and an angry red.

"Yes, all right," she sobbed. I'd mentioned fucking her ass only a few times when I first corked her, but had let the topic drop. Until now.

"Spread your legs," I ordered as I stepped directly behind her, lining my cock up to her well-widened opening. It was slick and well greased, ready for me. My broad head only stretched her a bit and slid in easily. Having her back passage coated so thoroughly from the pill, I didn't even have to work my way in. I slid deep with just one thrust, so incredibly hot and wet around me. My balls slapped against her clit and she came instantly, her fingers digging into the side of the wagon. With a silent scream, I felt her juices seep from her empty slit, coating my balls.

I didn't stop pumping as she continued to climax, working her ass as hard as I would her pussy, the relaxed muscles there making it easy to do so, clearly not hurting her.

Her hands slipped from the wagon's edge and I held her about the waist, lowering her gently into the tall grass, my cock still buried deep. She slumped down, sated, with her ass in the air as I took up pistoning my hips once again. I used my finger to rim her loosened muscle that surrounded my cock and felt it tighten ever so slightly. Catherine moaned when I did so, but I moved my fingers lower, to slip into her sopping pussy. She began to push back against me, riding my fingers as well as my cock. I came hard, shooting ropes of my seed deep into her hot ass, pulsing as if it would never stop. Catherine came again as I filled her, my fingers curling over her special spot inside.

Slowly, I pulled my cock out and watched as her ass closed up, only partially, as my cum trickled out. With her knees tucked beneath her, she lay semi-conscious, her sweaty face on her forearms.

I knelt behind her, catching my breath, wiping my own sweat from my face. "Did that help?" I asked, once recovered. Catherine's virgin ass fucking and the sight of her gaping ass dripping with my seed was a moment I would never forget.

I watched as she clenched, but she still couldn't close up all the way. Her body was refusing to do as she bid. I controlled it. The large cork I put in, prevented it. Every part of her body was at my whim. She shook her head against her forearm.

Running my fingers through my seed, I rubbed it around her ass, dipped in for just a moment, then slid into her pussy. Gently, very gently I touched her, almost soothing her well worked flesh. When she started to shift her hips into my touch, I knew she was ready again. I loved

the daily pill and how it made her insatiable.

Since I first laid eyes on Catherine, I swear my cock was always hard, always in a state of readiness to fuck. And when her ass was the orifice to be fucked, my cock wouldn't be denied. "It's working. It closed up a little, sweetheart."

I pushed my cock against her, pushed easily in. My copious seed made her unbelievably slick. "I might need to fuck it a few more times to get it to close completely." I pushed all the way in and held myself still, her wet heat alone driving me to the brink of coming. Would I ever get enough?

Catherine groaned, her eyes closed, her face damp. "Yes, Jake."

Chapter Eight

Catherine

We returned to the ranch as the sun was setting. I was leaning against Jake, his body supporting my weight as I was boneless after the hours we spent fucking in the grass. After three times, like Jake said, my ass finally closed. As I rode, I clenched my bottom tightly, appreciative of that simple act. I savored my ass having nothing holding it open, as Jake felt the copious amount of seed dripping out of me would be reminder enough that I was his.

My breasts were still tender, but with the irritating blouse off, the rash that covered my skin was almost gone. My tender nipples, though, were still red and chafed. It just felt good to have nothing against my skin there. It had been so hot, so miserably itchy and uncomfortable in the suffocating and coarse blouse. Jake had made me wear it as an obvious lesson, showing me there were predicaments worse than having my breasts exposed.

Sam and Cole came out of the barn at the sound of the horses and met us. I could only imagine my appearance; my hair was tangled about my shoulders, bits of grass no doubt mixed within, no blouse, chafed nipples, a stained and rumpled skirt.

Cole came to my side and held out his hands. I had no choice but to have him grasp my waist and help me down. I flushed as he gazed at my breasts, which were momentarily at eye level as he lowered me, but there was nothing I could do. Tears would gain me nothing and I had no interest in donning that miserable full blouse ever again. I stepped back, hands folded in front of me.

Jake and Sam grabbed the supplies from the back of the wagon.

"Help her, will you, Cole?"

He arched a brow at his brother in silent question.

"Clean clothes and a new cork." Jake tossed something in the air across the back of the wagon and Cole caught it, held it up. Gave a low whistle. "The smallest size this time," my husband added.

"Will a little one stay in?" Cole asked, checking out the huge cork I'd used, then glanced at me. "This big one didn't stretch you open, darlin'?"

I looked to Jake with pleading eyes, not wanting to answer his brother, but the look he gave me had me answering quickly. "Yes, yes it did." I looked down at the dusty ground.

"Had to fuck her ass three times to get it to close up."

Mortified, I turned and headed toward the house, hoping to never leave its four walls again. It had been a most trying day.

Even as I walked away, the men's words drifted over the soft wind so I could hear.