We were all charmed with the idea, especially when Lucy showed Harry and Bob where they could hide and watch my wriggles.
So planned, so performed, for one week, I entertained her lovers, sometimes with her but mostly alone, while she held company with Harry and Bob and watched my varied volupty.
I averaged four men a day, each with a penchant for a different method, but I cared not whether hot hands, or breasts or bums or salacious slits or eager mouth reaped the hot harvest of their lust.
I swam in a sea of spending sperm and paid them back with no false coin of pretended pleasure, so that when the week was passed I was so loaded that it was necessary for my health that I return to our country house where there were but two lovers to tempt me to a tilting match.
And then one day Uncle Bob announced the result of being shut up with Lucy and Harry watching my libidinous labors.
Sue, he said, how would you like to have an aunt-in-law? It took me a full minute to fathom what he meant; and then perhaps I should not, had he not risen and taken Lucy in his arms.
Oh, I cried, that would be wonderful. I have always loved Lucy. Do you really mean it? and I threw myself upon them as they were clasped together.
In this State, man and woman, who take each other in the presence of a witness are married, said Harry but women are great on religious forms and he suggested that the whole party strip to nature's nude wedding garments, and that I get Lucy's prayerbook.
Uncle Bob and Lucy stood with all seriousness, and Harry read the service in all seriousness and as he asked Lucy if she knew aught to keep her from entering into the holy state of matrimony, the frank woman spoke out:
I have kept a house and have been a lewd and lustful woman for ten years, my lovers are numberless, you may repent your bargain.
But Uncle Bob clasped her closer to him, and soon a happy cock was giving fuck number one to its legitimate spouse.
ENVOI.
Farewell dear reader! We have all lived happily together and if you think that the state of matrimony has made us virtuous, come and see us and I warrant you won't be in the house long before two wanton wives will have you stripped between them and if you are a girl, we will no doubt watch our hubbies heave your bouncing belly with jerks of their juicy ramrods.
And you dear reader if you are a son of Adam and Priapus, if you should call, you need but raise the skirts of Mesdames Robert Slocum and Harry Hilton and you will find a warm welcome in the carnal charms of lewd Lucy and salacious Sue Suckit.
