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I hid in the hen house. I stayed there all day. It was after dark when Lloyd Beckwith and Gladys Comstock found me.

"Eliza, we heard what happened. You shouldn't be ashamed. This is a free love community; men and women get to do anything they want."

"I know, but I'll never be able to show my face again. People will laugh at me; they'll think I some kind of whore for cock. They won't call me Eliza Morehouse; they'll call me Eliza Whorehouse."

"That's not true." Gladys said, but I wasn't convinced.

"Gladys and I have come up with a solution."

"I'm listening."

"We can't have a monogamous relationship here, but if we left Steubenville, no one would look at us twice," Mr. Beckwith explained.

"You and Mrs. Comstock?"

"Oh no. Eliza, I know and Gladys knows you have affinity for my cock."

I blushed.

Gladys interrupted, "and I'm infatuated with Tom Jensen's young, gorgeous cock. The four of us could move to Pittsburgh. We'd get lost in the city. People would think that Lloyd and I were husband and wife and you and Tom would be our children."

"But in reality, I'd be with Lloyd and you'd be with Tom?"

"Exactly."

"What does Tom think of this or does he even know yet?"

"He and I have talked about it for a while," Gladys laughed. "Well actually, I convinced him by using my mouth like a cunny just like you, Eliza. It wasn't too hard to convince him."

I blushed again, and turned to Lloyd, "Mr. Beckwith, I promise, you can have me any way and any time you want me."

He laughed, "and Eliza, you can have my cock where ever you want it."

Two mornings later at dawn, Mr. Beckwith hitched his horse to his wagon and we tied my horse to the wagon.

Mrs. Comstock had her own wagon. She let Tom take the reins. That's what women did back then.

It should have taken us three days.

It took us six. It was all Gladys' fault. That first day out, the road was little more than a cow path; just wide enough for one wagon. We'd just passed a farmhouse when Gladys called for us to stop. There was a barely used path off to the right.

"Let's pull off here," she proclaimed. We were parked next to each other.

"Is something wrong?" Lloyd asked.

"No, but I need Tom in the back of the wagon," she laughed. "We won't be more than an hour. Come along, Tom."

Lloyd and I looked at each other. "Lloyd, if Gladys is going to do what I think she's going to do, I'm not just going to sit here."

"You're right, Eliza." We climbed into the back of the wagon. Lloyd lowered his pants and I got on my knees and started using my mouth like my cunny. "Eliza, I think we're going to get along very well."

"Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm."

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