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“Yes, the idea of a stud stepping in to provide the seed made us feel like it might finally beourbaby,” said Calista. Miss Arden came to Calista’s side and took her arm as if they drew strength from each other.
“In cases where devoted lovers must create a child with assistance, there are ways to involve both parties in the breeding,” said Edward, reciting from memory. “I have first-hand knowledge that it has been done in the best households for this very purpose.”
Chapter 7
Miss Arden promptly escortedEdward 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 pumpof 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.”
