Chapter 3 #2
“Your cunt is pressing our cocks together,” said Bonnie in a daze.
“Give me your hand, Lord Banastre,” said Edward while slowly thrusting into Molly.
Bonnie sightlessly stuck his hand out and Lord Edward soon directed it to the place Molly was taking both of their cocks.
“She’s stretching beautifully around us,” said Edward, leaving Bonnie’s fingers there to feel her straining opening and the two cocks that would soon fill her with seed.
“The strain isn’t too much, love?” he asked Molly.
“No,” she said, sweat beginning to form on her hairline from the exertion. “Feels good.”
“I’m going to thrust harder now,” said Lord Edward.
His controlled, driving thrust pushed Bonnie’s cock further into Molly, pressing it along the front wall of her vagina.
“Oh, oh,” she said, feeling the urge to bear down, but finding herself too full to do anything other than accept the fucking.
“I suspect that your wife will be gaping once we’re done with her,” said Lord Edward to Bonnie. “It won’t last for long, so you should make time to enjoy the sensation and seed her well while she’s so open.”
“Would you like that?” asked Bonnie while kissing Molly’s cheek. “Me thrusting into your well-used pussy and unloading more seed while you’re too open to keep it inside?”
Molly signed and laid her head against Bonnie, unable to do anything aside from accept the sensual onslaught. He wrapped her in his arms and let Lord Edward control the movement.
“Do you enjoy having a cunt and a cock around your shaft at the same time?” she whispered into his ear.
Bonnie whimpered.
“Do you feel how I’m tying your cocks together?” She gave a faint squeeze with her pussy to emphasize her point.
“Molly, I’m going to come too soon if you keep this up,” he said, pinching her bottom.
“I feel like I’m going to burst,” she confessed. “Like my bladder is about to gush. I’m afraid of making a mess.”
“Fuck Molly, I wish you would,” said Bonnie. “I’ve seen the other kind of mollies do that sometimes in shows. Do you really think you could erupt so spectacularly?”
“This would be the moment,” she said, “not many women get to be bred by two lords with steel cocks.
He wiggled. “Do it.”
“Suck on my tits,” she said. “I’m so close.”
Bonnie leaned down and happily sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“Will you suck me before the baby arrives so that my milk comes down?” she asked, her forehead now glazed with sweat.
“Fuck Molly, I’m going to come,” Bonnie whined.
“Come with me,” she said. “I’m so close, I just need—”
At that moment, Lord Edward brushed his thumb over the rosebud of Molly’s arsehole.
She screamed into Bonnie’s shoulder as she experienced deep contractions within her vagina as she came around the two cocks.
Fluid gushed from inside as she finally let loose the orgasm that had been building all night.
“Molly, Molly, fuck—” said Bonnie, allowing Lord Edward’s driving strokes and Molly’s spasming cunt to drive his release.
“Oh god, I got you wet,” said Molly, dazedly feeling Bonnie beneath her while she continued to pulse around the two cocks still within her.
“I love it,” said Bonnie around her abused nipple.
“Madam, if you don’t object, I’ll release the seed now,” said Lord Edward.
“Be my guest, your lordship,” she responded, bracing as he drove harder and finally came with a soft grunt.
“Might we position you on the bed so as to retain the most seed?” Edward asked.
She acquiesced and found herself flat on her back with a pillow beneath her arse so as to keep the seed flowing into her womb and not away.
Bonnie played with her hair, his movements slow and sated.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Well fucked,” she replied.
“Sore?”
“In only the best way,” she said.
“I think Lord Edward could take you again, judging by his cock’s interest,” said Bonnie, gesturing to Edward as he stood between Molly’s legs and studied the state of her seeded cunt.
“And how about you?” she asked, fondling his soft shaft.
“I’ll breed you again after he has a go,” said Bonnie. “I’m not a professional stud, and can’t compete with a once-in-a-generation talent.”
“You have plenty of other talents,” she said, kissing his lips tenderly.
“Lady Banastre, might you be willing to endure a second attempt at breeding?” asked Edward.
Molly giggled at him calling her Bonnie’s wife, but didn’t correct him since the story was too convoluted to explain. And she liked pretending, even for just one night, that she and a duke’s fifth son were married, madly in love, and about to be parents together.
“Lord Edward, you are welcome to apply your seed as you see fit,” said Molly graciously.
Without moving her position on the bed, Edward got between her thighs and placed her feet on his shoulders.
“It aids in retaining seed,” he explained.
Lord Edward reached down and deftly opened the lips of her cunt to further examine the night’s progress. “Beautiful,” he said while sliding through their combined releases and into her loosened vagina.
Bonnie toyed with Molly’s breasts, watching the scene before him.
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” he asked.
“It feels good,” she said, “I just doubt I’ll be able to come again. But that’s not the most important thing.”
“Like hell it isn’t,” said Bonnie, sliding down the bed.
The sounds of their coupling were sloppy and slick.
“Lord Edward, would you permit me to apply my mouth to my wife while you deploy seed so that she might better receive you?” asked Bonnie as if inquiring about the use of an open chair at a ball.
“Certainly, Lord Banastre,” said Edward, lowering Molly’s legs so that he held them below the knees, thereby allowing her body to open to both men.
Her puffy nether lips bloomed, opening her vagina and clitoris to his view.
“If I hadn’t come already I’d be in danger of doing so against the sheets,” he said over his shoulder to Molly.
“I’d love it,” she said.
“I think you’ll love this better,” Bonnie replied before licking her clitoris as Lord Edward thrust into her.
“Oh god!” she cried, her midsection contracting as she was overwhelmed with pleasure at the sight of two virile men between her legs.
“Mmm,” said Bonnie into her clitoris as he sucked on it, smiling when she used her hand to place his head in the position she preferred.
Molly held her own breasts because they began to hurt from the force of Lord Edward’s thrusts.
Edward’s face was stern as he looked down at her and Bonnie from above. He reached for her nipple and gently stroked a fingertip across it.
“You’ll look beautiful with a baby at your breast,” he said.
At that, Molly quickly shattered, her body shaking as Bonnie followed her every movement to keep sucking her clitoris while Lord Edward released his seed deep inside and slowly thrust it in to make sure it was fully delivered to the mouth of her womb.
“Swallow it,” Edward said softly, “take it all in.”
Molly gently pulled Bonnie up by the hair when overstimulation caused her to curl in on herself.
Bonnie climbed up the bed and planted his wet lips on Molly’s.
“This is the most erotic experience of my life,” said Bonnie, stroking her stomach.
Molly kissed him back and smiled while looking down at his thumb circling her navel.
Lord Edward interjected from the foot of the bed, “I think we’ve done what can be done, and I’ll leave the happy couple to enjoy some rest.”
He was once again attired in his dressing gown, not a hair out of place.
“Thank you, old chap,” said Bonnie. “I’ll see you at the club?”
“Of course,” said Edward, bowing to the couple before slipping out the door to the bedroom.
***
Molly woke after dozing when Bonnie began trailing soft kisses down her neck.
She opened her eyes to see him gazing down at her reverently.
“I’ve wanted you for as long as I’ve known you,” he confessed.
She looked at him in shock.
“Yes, my girl, since I saw that arse of yours in breeches and no drawers when I visited Sidwin in the shop,” he said.
“The day you…” she said, remembering their first encounter.
“The day I put my quizzing glass into your mouth, yes,” he said.
“Oh,” she said, absorbing the information.
“My income isn’t so small that I couldn’t pay my bills,” he continued. “I merely enjoyed receiving your increasingly huffy demand letters.”
Molly slugged him in the bicep. “You could have paid up and demanded attention in other ways!”
“But how could I, when your decrepit husband was hovering around?” he asked. “I wanted you for something very specific, and he was not letting you out of his sight.”
“It’s a bit funny then that his only chance of an heir is you impregnating me after his death,” said Molly.
“Or Lord Edward,” said Bonnie with equanimity.
“Were you truly at the molly house the night you came here?” she asked. “Or was that an elaborate ruse?”
Bonnie laughed. “Oh, I was there. I had no assurance that you’d open your door to me and I was wound so tight that I needed release before seeking you out.”
“You were seeking me out?” she asked.
Bonnie rolled her onto her back and placed his cock at her entrance. “Too sore?” he asked.
“Never,” she said. “Fill me.”
He slowly pushed into her pussy.
“I think my favorite way to fuck you is when you’ve already been filled and offer no resistance. I do love a well-used cunt,” he said, thrusting slowly.
Molly sighed as she luxuriated on the bed while her lover handled the hard work of pleasuring them both.
“I came to London for you,” he said. “I may have…ensured that the reception of my first sermon in Great Snoring would be frosty after I saw your husband’s obituary in the London paper.”
“You tossed away your position in order to pursue me?” she asked, shocked.
“To be fair, it wasn’t one to which I felt particularly attached,” he said.
“I have something that I need to confess,” she said reluctantly.
Bonnie paused his strokes.
“I have rather enjoyed this interlude,” she said. “The trying to fall pregnant. With you. Repeatedly. Having you here with me in the house and the shop. I even enjoyed inviting another man into the bed.”
“Did you now?” said Bonnie, picking up his thrusts.
“I did,” she said. “At times, I haven’t wanted it to end. Most of the time.”
Bonnie raised a noble brow.
“All of the time,” she confessed.
“Did you think I’d let you go?” he asked. “That I’d give you your husband’s baby and prance off to some other amusement?”
“I wouldn’t blame you,” she said. “It was I who asked that favor of you.”
“I told you before that this won’t be your last baby from me,” he said. “I plan to supervise your milk production and see that our child learns to live with style. Does that sound like a man coerced into impregnating you?”
“You meant that?” she asked. “It wasn’t just blarney in the moment of releasing your seed?”
“I am not so new to fucking that I lose my mind and paint pictures of the future without plans to follow through on them,” he said. “I am a scapegrace, not a rake.”
“I didn’t realize there was a difference,” she said, eyebrow raised.
“You’ll have time to learn it,” said Bonnie, planting a soft kiss on her open lips.
“You’ll truly be there, when the baby is born? Be here? When I work in trade?” she asked.
“Do I seem like a man fettered by the limitation of his social status?” asked Bonnie. “Now, set those worries aside and let us make one more attempt tonight at a baby.”