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Tears gathered in her eyes, but for a very different reason than before. “I want to, but I’m afraid I need the chamber pot,” she whispered. Her cheeks were hot, and she didn’t wish to halt this, not for the world.

“Blast,” said Carter, choking his base and biting the meat of his hand.

Chamberlayne’s hips stuttered, earning him a slap from Denny.

“So you want to gush for us, do you?” asked Denny, rubbing her belly in small circles, which made nothing easier.

“I don’t,” she protested. “The bed! I’d be mortified!”

“We planned to pay for fresh ticking anyway,” said Denny. “Let it happen, love. You release it, and we’ll release in you.”

Shaking her head no, Lydia refused to release the bedclothes. “I can’t. I simply can’t.”

“Maybe you need more in there,” said Denny, moving his fingers over her nub so quickly they made a sticky sound.

“More?” Lydia wailed. When Carter pulled her leg higher to see where she was being impaled, the cock within her shifted to slide over a place that caused her whole body to contract. She bore down on Chamberlayne’s invading prick, dragging it over the spots that cleared her mind until it was spotless white like a bolt of fine linen fabric.

“At last,” Chamberlayne whimpered. “It’s coming.” She was wetter than ever before. The shudders went on and on as she imagined that great gush of seed taking root even now and making her belly thick with a babe.

“Oh, dove,” said Chamberlayne, his voice soft and his own. He looked stunned, his cock still hard and within her even as he thrust minutely into the mess he’d made of her hole.

Raining the softest of kisses onto her eyelids and lips, he laid a blanket of sweetness on her face while whispering her name.

“You did it,” she said with wonder.

“Judging by what’s trickling out of you even now, he did plenty.” Denny gave her an arch look.

“So lovely, you did so well,” intoned Chamberlayne.

“Yes, very sweet,” said Carter, lying beside Lydia on the bed. “Now I need you to ride this cock.”

Giggling as he helped her up, Lydia recalled the concern she’d had just minutes before. “But what about the chamber pot?”

“Sink right here, that’s it,” said Carter. He held the base of his cock so she could lower onto his shaft.

It slipped in with ease. The mess Chamberlayne had left inside made a wet sound when she moved on the major’s piece.

“Stretched her proper,” said Carter, reaching back to grab and spread her arse. “Our prize slut.”

Chamberlayne dropped onto the bed beside the major, his face awash in bliss. “Heavenly Lydia.”

Behind her, Denny played between her legs, trailing his fingers up her thighs until she tensed on Carter’s piece.

“Are you getting in or not?” barked Carter.

“I rather think I am,” replied Denny.

He was at her back, his warm chest guiding her forward so she bent at the waist and came down on Carter.

He smoothed a loop of hair from her damp forehead. “How does it feel?”

“It’s so good, Papa. You know I love your cock.”

“You’ll like what happens next then.”

Lydia was about to ask him to explain when she felt — that couldn’t be — something more at her entrance.

“Denny!”