He left me at my farmhouse and told me that he would tell his Uncle Robert, when he returned that night, and see me in the morning.
CHAPTER X
What a happy little woman put herself in that cottage bed that night and what a happy woman's cunt, though smarting lay there for the first time, between my thighs.
And when next morning, a step, whose firm footfall, I already knew, sounded on the porch, the happiest woman on this glorious globe, threw her glad self into the arms of the happiest man.
Uncle Robert knew all, had raised no objection, said young people must arrange their own love affairs, old people only making a mess of interfering and arm in arm we went and told kind Mrs. Hoyt that we were married and were going to live with Uncle Robert.
How happy it made the good hearted woman; and then to my room I led him and began packing my trunks, in what costume do you think? The fond fellow made me work in the first and fairest fashion set by Mother Eve; a warm tinted suit of buff, trimmed here and there with tufts of brownish, fur-until my hot husband, naked as myself, drew me down upon my own little mattress and made me say a farewell to it, with warmest pressure of my wriggling bottom, made wildly wanton with, the fierce fucking lunges of his long lance.
Mr. Slocum (Uncle Bob as I learned to call him) received me paternally and made me feel at home and happy, and as I entered the dining room in. low cut dress and bare arms, was well enough, acquainted to say to Harry:
By Jove, my boy! If I had seen her first, I would have cut you out! and after dinner as he rose and lit his cigar: Now let the turtle doves fly to their nest, and we did, but not before I had given. Uncle Bob a good warm hug.
In a state of nature, husband and wife mounted the bed and keeping back the exquisite finale explored with hands and lips, the whole domain, each of its better half.
How ardent his kisses on breast, belly, buttocks; how inciting the thrilling thrust of his tongue, fingers, cock; how mad our mutual and spirited spending, as he made me mouth him as he lay with upthrust belly and ride my stately stallion to a spending shower of sperm.
Now Mrs. Sue Hilton, your husband commands you to go and pump your Uncle Robert's prick.
Oh, Harry, No! Let me try to be virtuous like other married women.
Virtue be damned! he cried, go on, mount him just as you did me and ride his spigot to a “slow-cum” spending. I won't fuck you again till you and Uncle Bob have fucked yourselves dizzy. And pulling me along the hallway, he pushed me into Uncle Bob's room and shut the door.
On a sofa lay Bob, naked, staff in hand and springing up, he faced me: I heard your charming duet of diddling, Sue, and cannot wait.
For all response I threw myself on the bed and with fingers opened wide the gap. Quick, pointed there, his tall and stately spear sped swift and straight until the ringlets curled in mine, and his big balls nestled close against my bottom.
Lord, how he jerked-heaved as I heaved up- I fucked hard and deep until I had to spend and he sent big splashes of his lively sperm, to dance with mine on the red and tender platform of my seething slit.
A fine fuck! said my handsome husband, as he entered and stood beside me.
Do you feel the horns growing on your forehead, Harry, said Uncle Bob as he rolled over at my side.
No, but this horn is a cornucopia of cream, and standing in the middle of the room, leaned back and held the stalwart staff invitingly up, the soft white coat pulled down, the naked flesh glowing; I ran to him and on my knees, clasping him in my arms, nestled the delightful dart in cosy breasts, then seized the radiant head in red hot lips.
You lovely wanton wife, I would give more for an hour with you than a whole lifetime with a pulseless prude. Delicious! Your lips were made to clasp a man's hot cock; they don't cling like that from compliant compulsion-you like it, sweet sucker! I know you do. And I proved it by my eager friction and by the play of lively tongue and gentle squeezings of his swinging balls until they broke into a chime of melody, that spouted into me in a sweet sensuous symphony of spending.
You are a girl after my own heart! he cried, as he lifted me up and kissed my sperm-stained lips passionately.
But see! And he pointed to Uncle Bob on his back on the bed, and holding up his crimson cock. Picking me up, he laid me flat on his Uncle's belly and his mustache pressed to my cunt curls, his inflamed prick seized in my succulent lips.
Splendid! I heard Harry exclaim, what a delightful duet of sucking, how hungry you both are, you will eat each other up-how ardently your arses play, what a fine arse yours is. Sue-I must — and on his knees, behind me, he parted the cheeks of what he admired and thrust his tongue into my narrowest opening.
Perhaps I did not flood Bob's mouth with a rich overflow; while my mouth seemed to have one of those Pennsylvania oil wells spouting into it. And then another, for my excited hubby stuck his prick where his tongue had tickled, and charged the narrow defile with vigorous thrusts, his oil well too, was spending finely and his lewd wife lay panting on the bed, their ardent eyes drinking in the sensuous scene of her writhing amorous agony.
Resting each in an easy chair in full view of each other, first Uncle Bob, then Harry, related erotic experiences, while our hands were playing softly, each on its native heath. Harry's story was one of a Sodomitic soiree in a monastery, their pricks pointed at each other.
Are you dear fellows citizens of Sodom? I asked.
Yes, we are, answered Harry. Alone, we have tasted each other's sweets nearly every day until you came.
I am not jealous, I cried, yours have filled me to overflowing, novelty is life's longing; I have loved to see you sup greedily together on those charming tidbits, that now again look so fresh and juicy.
Instantly handsome Harry threw himself upon the floor and held his crimson cock, as he grasped it in his hand, while Uncle Bob verged his. I did not answer, but kneeling by them with either hand guided my two stallion cocks into eager mouths and as burning now with the lewdest lust, they forgot all about the enjoyment of each other's charms, I, excited as themselves, with eager hands squeezed the wagging balls and slapped the two rosy bottoms, until in a wriggling harmony, they tasted sweets, that though law forbids, lewd lips of all ages have found dainty morsels.
Are you disgusted? asked Harry, as, panting, they parted.
Disgusted? I am delighted! See how hot you make me. And I knelt down beside my hubby and showed him my red crevice; quickly his head was buried between my legs and his lunging tongue calling down my ready juices.
Still sweltering in my spendings, Uncle Bob seized me on my side on the bed, one leg on the floor, the other Harry seized and held straight up in the air. Then Bob kneeling before my wide stretched slit and bum, kissed belly first, then bottom, then licked with lascivious ardor the crimson cunt and orifice of my arse, till I squirmed wildly.
He thrust his tongue first into my cunt, then into my cul faster and faster, the stiff velvet probe flying swift from one excited crevice to the other, and soon I shrieked aloud in amorous agony and spent in splendid delirium.
The sight made them delirious, too, for Harry spied me squirming on his staff and standing up, hanging thus on his pin wound arms and legs round him and Uncle Bob pointed his prick into my wide stretched cul.
Two sturdy champions fighting together in my belly! I screamed, I yelled, wriggled wildly and heaved in frenzied tumult, while they shot both back and front with a flood of copious spending.
CHAPTER XII
