Chapter 7
Miss Arden promptly escorted Edward into Calista’s bedchamber, a sanctuary of even more lace and doilies, then pushed him into a chair before the bed. If he could spend all of his days thus shoved around by lovely women, he’d consider himself in heaven.
He worked his fattened cock over his smalls as he watched Miss Arden painstakingly remove Calista’s clothing. Off went her pale pink day dress, half stays, and chemise.
“Wait,” called Edward, when Miss Arden moved to draw down Calista’s stockings.
He came closer. “Leave those on,” he said, squeezing his cock as he took in Calista’s unbound breasts from close up. They bore the marks from her half-stays and chemise, and also the signs of loving little bites and sucks.
“Did my brother see this?” asked Edward, lifting his cock free with his eyes trained on those bruises.
“We’ve always been careful,” said Miss Arden, stroking the inside of Calista’s thigh.
“But now you visibly mark her ladyship?” asked Edward.
“One never knows when a gentleman might get the wrong idea and lay claim to territory that is not his to take,” said Miss Arden haughtily. “You may not be so odious as Netherwallop, but a man’s heart might unexpectedly move. Keep your heart in your waistcoat.”
Edward chuckled. “Have no fear: in these years of breeding, my heart has not been moved to love of anything other than siring heirs.” And a fat purse, he thought to himself.
The lady’s companion looked at him with no small amount of pity, as if this was something to regret. He didn’t dwell on it, because she soon positioned Calista at the edge of the bed, kneeling, with her arse up.
It was the promise of a feast spread out before him, and he’d feed his cock into a guillotine if it meant getting in Calista’s lacy white drawers.
“You mean to do your job?” asked Miss Arden sternly as she untied the drawstring at his sister-in-law’s waist.
“Do I ever,” said Edward as she shimmied the fabric down and let him see Calista’s cunny from behind.
The sight of her swollen little lips smeared with arousal struck him silent; Miss Arden had likely worked her into quite a state. A groan of primitive origin escaped his mouth before he could contain it, earning him a look of alarm from Miss Arden.
It was when he was standing there like a wax figure with an indecently exposed, hard cock that Miss Arden — Harriet — leaned forward, gave her lover a swat on the arse, and used her fingers to rub Calista’s cunny.
Those thin digits, so skilled in needlework, were also skilled at working a pretty little slit to noisy wetness.
Edward held in a whimper.
“Are you going to just stand there?” asked Miss Arden, looking at his piece with disdain.
“I’ll proceed with the breeding now, if you don’t mind,” called out Edward, advancing to the bed and plotting his next move.
And then Miss Arden decided for him. She spread her fingers, opening Calista’s channel to his view. He shuffled forward, cock in hand, and mindlessly aimed the thing at that wet hole that seemed to pulse with need as he watched it.
Edward wasn’t so silly as to imagine that her arousal was for him, but he also wasn’t so silly as to fail to enjoy every pump of this adventure. He set his cockhead at that entrance and let Calista feel he was there.
“Well, are you going to do it?” asked Miss Arden, clearly impatient to get back to whatever the ladies did up here (fabric arts and fucking each other senseless, from what he could observe). She grabbed the back of his breeches and yanked him forward to lodge his cock within Calista’s channel.
Both coupling parties let out groans of pleasure as Edward seated himself fully inside.
“You do that, and I’m liable to seed her ladyship in a flash,” he said to Miss Arden.
In response, she dug her nails into the seat of his breeches, the minx, forcing his hips forward again, until he tested the depths of his sister-in-law’s cunny.
“C doesn’t need orgasms from the likes of you,” she sneered. “I keep her wet and wailing all day long.”
Edward was nearly insensible as Calista’s sweet little cunt squeezed him half to death. He drew himself back, only for Miss Arden to pull him again.
“Cruel madam,” he moaned, “you’ll make me come.”
“That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?” she asked, her eyes glittering with amusement at his agony.
It was on the third such thrust that his balls protested and he felt his seed erupt. Calista remained obediently in position — not a paroxysm in sight for her — as he yelled and bucked like an untried lad.
“Very good,” said Miss Arden with a malicious grin, directing him away from her lover’s clasp.
Calista resembled nothing so much as a doll when Miss Arden laid her on the bed, a pillow under her arse.
“Well,” he said, holding his taxed cock and trying to dispel any lingering awkwardness. He probably had time to pick up the sheep’s trotters Tobias had mentioned.
“You don’t mean to depart already, do you?” asked Miss Arden with some dismay. “Your work has only just begun. We’ve a baby to make.”
She opened Calista’s legs, her well-worked cunny deliciously seeded and calling for another go.
Edward groaned, his sack protesting the surge of interest in his cock.
***
It was after Miss Arden had instructed him to suck Calista’s right nipple while she tended the other that his staff fully awakened to the possibility of rising again.
He had his fingers running over the juncture of her thighs, seeing if she might be amenable to another insemination, when Calista used her hands to nudge his head lower.
“You’d like kisses on your stomach?” he teased, pressing his lips to the place just below her navel where a child would grow.
Miss Arden sent her eyes to the ceiling at his antics, hoisted one of Calista’s legs onto her shoulder, and lavished her cunny with open-mouthed kisses that had the young matron squealing and scratching at the bedclothes.
Edward was impressed. It wasn’t his first time witnessing oral pleasures performed by someone else by any means, but the enthusiasm and proficiency on display were remarkable.
“What are you waiting for?” asked Miss Arden, backing away to show that Calista was ready for another application of seed.
Gesù, these sapphic lovers would drain his balls so thoroughly that it would be next month before he could breed again!
Not that he minded. Miss Arden — Harriet — had worked herself into something of a lather, the hair that framed her face curling from perspiration and her neckline creeping lower as she brought Calista to climax over and over.
Edward knew better than to engage Harriet directly; she wanted nothing to do with him outside of the copious application of seed in her lover.
But he was not so mannerly as to fail to enjoy a beautiful woman utterly disheveled by lust and lovemaking.
Edward dragged himself to the bottom of the bed, between Calista’s shaking thighs, and willed his cock to put in a superior showing this time.
He stroked his shaft and watched as Harriet teased the tip of her tongue over the button of pleasure that made Calista’s hips bounce and little hole spasm. He wanted to get inside her again, but for the sake of his reputation as a stud, he needed to last longer this time.
Tugging his balls down, he imagined filling Calista with enough spend that her belly would swell, then grow a child.
“Are you coming or not?” asked Harriet from Calista’s hip.
“I certainly intend to,” he groused, shuffling closer and directing the head of his cock to Calista’s channel, this time without the help of his hands. He figured they might at least vary their methods, in the event one way yielded better results.
Harriet used her fingers disdainfully to direct his cock right into Calista’s clasp, and he was once again in the position of unloading in seconds.
“Why must you—”
“But you so enjoy breeding ladies, don’t you, Dick Stone? Spend as you will. I’ll handle everything else her ladyship needs.”
At that, Harriet lowered her lips to Calista’s cunny again, working her tongue most lavishly. So lavishly he occasionally felt the slide of it against his shaft as she pleasured every bit of her lover’s wet, spread cunny.
“Damn and blast!” Edward shouted, brought to a rapid release by those sapphic lovers intent on draining his sack.
***
It was on the third attempt at breeding that Edward had an idea worthy of Dick Stone.
“Madam,” he said, thrusting through the mess he’d made of Calista’s cunt, “might I induce you to insert your fingers alongside me in her ladyship? I can’t help but think that she might benefit from the feel of you inside her channel as she is bred.”
Harriet regarded him dubiously, watching as he removed his cock from Calista’s clasp to make way for her.
“I think two should do nicely,” he said, snapping his index and middle fingers together to show what he meant.
“I am familiar with how to touch my lady,” groused Harriet, sliding her fingers in all the same while teasing Calista’s bump with her thumb.
When Edward pushed into Calista’s cunny alongside Harriet, he emitted a groan of pleasure. Her wrecked, slippery little cunt was suddenly a tight fit, and those digits working in tandem with him made his well-used cock find new life.
“It’s like two cocks in there,” he bit out, snapping his hips as he enjoyed the constriction.
“It most certainly is not,” said Harriet, moving faster, her trapped fingertips catching on his cockhead.
No, it certainly is not, he thought, relishing the feeling of taking a beautiful lady alongside her commanding lover.