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"Gladys, be honest. You know I have this craving for a cock in my mouth. Do other women?"

"Oh yes. They don't talk about it much, but I know at least a half dozen women who prefer to use their mouth as a cunny than their cunny as a cunny. And I'll tell you, they rarely spend a night alone, not even when they're having their monthly."

"I'm glad to hear that. I thought that I was the only one. I don't know what it is, whenever I think of a man, I don't think of fucking him; I think of his cock in my mouth."

Gladys laughed. "I wouldn't worry about it; if it makes you happy. I'm certain it makes the men you're with happy."

I didn't tell her, but old Lloyd Beckwith with his big cock had been the only one. The only one that I'd given my mouth, too.

That changed a year later, and after my monthly. While I was, what every one called ‘incapacitated,' all I could think about was using my mouth as a cunny. Or as Mr. Beckwith called it, my mouth cunny. I dreamed about it; I day dreamed about it.

To remind you, just about every man I'd been with, and there was one almost every night, asked me if my mouth was available. No, it wasn't. I didn't have a date with Lloyd Beckwith since those five days in the small private cabin. I'd never forget them. No doubt, my mouth cunny would have been available to him. Frankly, I'd beg him to allow me the pleasure.

Anyhow, now that my monthly had ended, I couldn't help myself. I found Mr. Carlisle, who had been my first, repairing a barn door. I invited him to my bed. "Eliza, it's been a while. Rumor has it that you've become quite talented, but why don't you come to my room?"

I blushed. I knew what he meant. "Mr. Carlisle, I hope I can please you. It's been so long since we've enjoyed each other's company."

Mr. Carlisle and I did not fuck that night. As soon as we were in bed, I didn't hesitate. I slid under the blankets. Mr. Carlisle anticipated that we were going to fuck; his cock was already hard.

I'd been craving this for a long time. My mouth was in need. I was hungry for it. Mr. Carlisle must have thought he'd died and gone to heaven.

I was so happy; I was so happy because I had a cock in my mouth. I was so happy my mouth cunny was having the best time.

Mr. Carlisle wasn't as big as Mr. Beckwith; no one was. What I'm trying to say is I took most of that cock down my throat. It was marvelous and when I tasted his man juice, I thought it was the greatest thing. Except when I had Lloyd Beckwith's cock in my mouth. That was the best, although I didn't have much to compare.

Given his age, it wouldn't be until morning. I could barely wait. In the morning, Mr. Carlisle was so accommodating. He stood on the bed, leaning against the wall; his cock standing rigid.

I was so anxious, my mind wasn't thinking. All I thought about was pleasing my mouth cunny. I was oblivious to my surroundings. In moments, I was on my knees and my mouth was getting exactly what it needed and wanted.

The noises in the dorm room blended into the background. My whole being was focused on Mr. Carlisle's cock.

To be clear, all around me, in those six other beds, people were fucking. Men on top; women on all fours; women riding cocks, bouncing up and down. Moaning, sighing, grunting and groaning.

Mr. Carlisle's cock was deep in my mouth cunny, and he was holding my head in his hands. My lips were sliding that cock in and out of my mouth. "Hmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm."

"Eliza, you're such a good girl."

His voice was so loud and clear. It was loud and clear because everyone had stopped what they were doing and were staring at me. Staring at my busy mouth cunny.

You would think I'd be embarrassed or shamed.

Not at the moment. Like I said my whole being was focused. Focused on making Mr. Carlisle's man juice fill my mouth.

In the background, I heard people cheering me on. I didn't stop.

It wasn't until I finished, and everyone in the room clapped that I realized what I'd done.

Now, I was ashamed and embarrassed. I grabbed my nightgown and ran from the room. The cheers and clapping followed me.

TO BE CONTINUED

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