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At the same time, I was trying not to laugh. Lloyd couldn't help himself.

What was so funny?

Like I said, our wagons were only a foot or two apart and the canvas covers did not do anything to mitigate the sounds. The sounds coming from Gladys' wagon. "Oooooooh Tom, oooooh Tom, your cock, oh your cock, it's so good to me. So good to my cunny. Keep fucking me; fuck me just like that."

I looked up at Lloyd and my eyes were smiling as I got back to Lloyd's cock. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm."

An hour later we were back on the road toward Pittsburgh.

Each day, at least once, but usually twice, Gladys insisted we stop. "We won't be more than an hour."

I didn't complain and neither did Lloyd.

Gladys got more of Tom's cock in the evening when we stopped for the night. At his age, Tom Jensen could fuck all night and Gladys was going to test that theory.

I thought to myself, ‘my God, Gladys, you're going to wear your cunny out.'

As for Lloyd and me, those ‘rest' stops and then once before we went to sleep was enough for Lloyd. Remember how old he was.

We didn't plan it this way, but I always used my mouth as a cunny when we did those day time stops. ‘Thank you, Gladys.'

At night, Lloyd either mounted me or I mounted him. What I loved about Lloyd, he never said anything about my size. The first time I mounted him, "Mr. Beckwith, I hope I don't hurt you."

"Don't worry about it, Eliza. I'll let you know if you do."

He never did, and always had a smile on his face as my titties bounced almost in his face.

In Pittsburgh we found a place to live among the steelworkers. It was more of shack than a house, but had three bedrooms. One for Lloyd and Gladys, one for Tom and one for me. Or that's what the outside world thought.

The reality was that I slept with Lloyd and Gladys and Tom slept together.

Not that we slept a lot. Gladys spent a lot of time on her back, and as she admitted to me, sometimes on her knees. "Eliza, there is nothing like Tom's young cock. It keeps me young."

One day shortly after we settled in Pittsburgh, Gladys started a conversation with Tom, Lloyd and me that improved my love life. A love life that I thought was just about perfect. I mean when Lloyd fucked me, I was beside myself with joy. When I used my mouth as a cunny, and he filled my mouth with his man cream, it was the thrill of a lifetime.'

"Tom and Eliza, you're both young, and you've come a long way since you arrived in Steubenville, but there was one more thing that you have to learn to enjoy."

"What's that?"

"You both know that Eliza enjoys using her mouth. And I'll do anything to keep Tom satisfied."

I blushed even though I'd spent a few nights and mornings with Tom. Sometimes using my mouth as a cunny. He did have a marvelous cock. So young; always so hard.

Gladys continued, "what you don't know is that there are ways that men use their tongues like cocks."

I looked at Lloyd. I couldn't imagine what Gladys was even talking about.

"Eliza, I didn't think you were ready; you're so young."

"As for you, Tom," Gladys said, "I thought that might drive you away. I'm satisfied with what you give me, but . . ."

"Gladys, if it'll make you happy, I'd try it," Tom said.

"Lloyd, if that's what you want, you can have it. I'm not sure what it is, but I'll give you anything you want."

Gladys took charge. "Here's what we're going to do. Lloyd, you and Tom take a walk. I don't care where, but you need to find something to do for about two hours. Lloyd can explain the basics to Tom. Meanwhile Eliza and I are going to heat up some water, and take a long hot bath. We'll be nice and clean for you. Boys, every part of us will be nice and clean for you," she giggled.

I was shocked by this whole scene. I still wasn't sure what she was getting at when she said that Lloyd and Tom would use their tongues like cocks.

Although back in Steubenville, I'd seen Gladys naked when she was fucking some guy in the morning light, it wasn't like I was staring. Now, once the tub was filled with hot water, she undressed in front of me and stepped in. "Hmmm, Eliza, it's nice and hot, come on, join me."

I know she'd seen me getting fucked in the daylight; often while I was on top, and she'd seen me use my mouth as a cunny, but to get naked in front of her and share a bath, I was nervous.

It had been since Steubenville since I'd had the luxury of a hot bath.

The tub was certainly big enough for two, and it was certainly hot, and felt so good.

If you think that this is going to turn out to be about womanly love, you'd be wrong. It never crossed my mind, and Gladys made not even the slightest suggestion.

"Ummm, so Gladys what's this all about? What is Lloyd going to do to me?"

"You'll see. Just get on your back; spread your legs and let Lloyd have his way with you."

So, you've done this?"

"Yes, it's the most marvelous thing and I have to tell you Lloyd knows what he's doing?"

When we were done, I was naked in bed waiting for Lloyd. Apprehensive, not scared.

He returned shortly thereafter, and undressed. "Eliza just thinking of your cunny has my cock so ready. Look."

Yes, his cock was standing tall. As always I thought it was magnificent. It had my mouth salivating.

Lloyd started on my titties. He always started with them. He said it got his cock hard, but this time it was already hard. Not that I minded; his hands, rough from field work, were gentle. All the men I'd been with played with them, but Lloyd knew how to excite me. Not just his hands, his mouth, his lips, his tongue.

Speaking of his tongue: according to Gladys, Lloyd was going to use his tongue on my cunny.

Back then women didn't do any grooming down there. Not like I understand the girls today do.

Back then it was considered sinful to touch yourself, so any thought of grooming was out. Like the rest of me, my cunny was big. I mean it easily accepted Lloyd's horse-like cock from the first time, no problem. And in today's terms, I had a massive bush.

Sinful; that almost seems laughable. I mean, I didn't have a husband, and my cunny was available to any man in the Steubenville community. I was just as certain that using my mouth as a cunny was sinful, too.

Lloyd started to kiss my stomach. "Eliza, just relax; have an open mind about this."

My legs were open; my mind was uneasy.

Then, not ten minutes later, the greatest feeling ever swept over me. The unease, the apprehension, the nervousness were all gone. There was just joy. "Oooooooooh, ooooooooh, ooooooooooh Lloyd. Ooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooh my, ooooooh my cunny."

"Eliza, you have the sweetest cunny. Thank you," he mumbled.

Men had told me that my cunny gave them an incredible ride; they told me I had the most fuckable cunny; they told me, my cunny was so wet, but until now, no one told me my cunny was sweet."

Remember, Lloyd was in his sixties. Talking to Gladys in the tub, it was apparent he'd done this before and apparently with lots and lots of women. If he thought my cunny was sweet, I believed him.

The other thing was, he didn't have to sweet talk me. He knew he could have anything he wanted. If he was in the mood for me to use my mouth like my cunny, I'd gladly accommodate him.

Okay, okay. By now you know, even if he wasn't in the mood for that, I always was.

"Oooooooooh, oooooooooooh Lloyd. Ooooooooh my." I was squealing.

"Oooooooooh, ooooooooooh, oooooooooh. Keep doing me like that. Why didn't you do me like this months ago? My cunny is so ready for your cock. Please Lloyd give me your cock, please."

He mumbled, "so, you want me to stop?"

"No, no. Never stop, but you need to fuck me."

A few minutes later, he was on top of me. Like I said, with my big cunny, that huge cock always slipped right in. This time, even easier.

The fucking was better than ever. My big rump bounced up and down on the bed.

Usually when we fucked, I moaned and sighed; making unintelligible noises. "Lloyd, you can do that anytime. I'll keep my cunny nice and clean for you all the time. You don't even have to ask."

"Would you like me to do it again?"

"Yes, but not now. Fuck me harder, Lloyd. Fuck me good."

I vowed to wash my cunny good every day, and to take a bath once a week.

When Lloyd and I finished the most marvelous fuck ever, he collapsed and fell asleep; using my titties as a pillow. I stroked his balding head and whispered, "Lloyd, you're so good to me."

I'd be twenty in a few weeks.

Something else happened. Gladys and Tom's room was on the other side of the wall. The head of our beds were separated by less than an inch of wood, and there were small gaps where the boards didn't quite meet. Not that any of us were peeking.

But we could hear. We could hear everything.

Tom was just a few months younger than me, so he wanted to fuck all the time. Gladys no longer had her monthly; her cunny was available all the time. I guess when you get to a certain age, you can't fuck anymore. Gladys wanted to fuck as often a she could for as long as she could.

I'd fucked Tom a number of times, and used my mouth as a cunny more than once. His cock was incredible. It seems like it was always ready to fuck. He always fucked me good. He wasn't as big as Lloyd; no one was, but he was well above average among the men in the Steubenville community.

Now, whatever he was doing to Gladys; and I can only guess, had her climbing the walls. I mean that literally. I was certain that I heard her fingernails scratching the wall just above my head.

Later I found that I'd done the same when Lloyd's tongue was doing my cunny. By the time we moved, the wall above my head had lots and lots of scratch marks.

As Lloyd slept on my titties, I could hear her. There was the scratching and there was, "Tom, baby, you're such a quick learner. Use your tongue just like that. You make Gladys cunny sing. Oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooh, yes, oh yes baby. You can have whatever you want."

Whatever Tom mumbled was indecipherable.

"Thank you, Tom, yes, keep licking my cunny. Like that, baby. When you're ready to fuck my cunny it's all yours. If you want me to use my mouth like my cunny, I'll be happy to do you like that, just keep using your tongue. Oooooh your tongue. Your tongue is so good to me. So good to my cunny."

Later when Tom Jensen finally mounted Gladys, I heard him say, "I wish you let me do that months ago. I've never tasted anything sweeter."

Then I heard them fucking and Gladys' fingernails were scratching the wall above my head, again.

TO BE CONTINUED

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