Page 62 of Dick Stone, Regency Stud
“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.”
