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.
