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THE FREE LOVE COMMUNITY (fm:group, 1081 words) [6/6] show all parts

Author: Thomas B
Added: Jan 07 2026Views / Reads: 151 / 115 [76%]Part vote: 9.63 (4 votes)
Mr. Beckwith leaves Eliza, but she finds love in a familiar place for the rest of her life.
 


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For Lloyd and me, using his tongue on my cunny became a regular part of what we did in bed. I washed my cunny thoroughly every night before going to bed and every morning before Lloyd woke up.

Every Saturday, Gladys and I took a bath together; hauling water from the pump outside and heating it.

One day, a year after we'd spent a good hour or more in the tub. Gladys couldn't praise Tom's new-found skill enough. "Eliza, Tom's tongue loves my old cunny."

"I know; I hear you. Gladys, remember, Tom's twenty. He loves all cunny."

"I'm sorry, Eliza. I just can't help myself. Do I get that loud? Tom's tongue is so good to me. You know I'm not much for using my mouth as a cunny, but after his tongue does me, I'd do anything for him. He does like putting his cock in my mouth, but I'd still rather he fill my cunny. What about Lloyd? At his age, is he still able to you know?"

"Gladys, I think you know the answer to that. I'm sure you hear me just like I hear you. This may sound strange, but sometimes I'd much rather have his tongue in my cunny than his cock."

"But not more than in your mouth?"

I blushed, but she was right. I'd noticed in the last year that it took Lloyd a little longer to get fully erect and that happened only after I'd used my mouth. Not that I'm complaining.

Oh, and it didn't take his cock long to get hard when he used his tongue on my cunny. In fact, when I got out of the bath on Saturdays, Lloyd was already in bed, and his cock was hard in anticipation. Anticipation of tasting my cunny. "It's all yours, Lloyd. Make me squeal."

He did; the man's tongue seemed like it was made to please my cunny. When he was doing me like that, I'd demand he fuck me. At the same time, I'd beg him to keep his tongue where it was. At the same time, "Eliza, I'll bet you'd just love to use your mouth like a cunny."

He was right, I'd do anything for him. It was all so confusing.

Two years later, when I was twenty-two it was over between Lloyd and me; it was over between Gladys and Tom.

Lloyd confided in me, and Gladys confided in Tom. "We're getting too old for this all the time," Gladys said. "I have three grandchildren living near Chicago. It's time I got to know them."

"Eliza, like Gladys, I have four grandkids. I'm not sure if they're boys or girls. They live somewhere near Boston. My daughter is a widow. Perhaps, she could use my help raising them," Lloyd told me.

Three days later, they were on trains in different directions. To say it was a fucking three days wouldn't be exactly right. Lloyd's tongue refused to leave my cunny, and my mouth was like a cunny, too. I guess they have a word for it today, 69. I thought I discovered it.

In Gladys and Tom's room, I thought for sure, her fingernails would scratch right through the thin walls. "Your tongue, Tom, ooooooooh oooooooooooh your tongue."

You might think that two twenty-one-year-olds who loved fucking as much as Tom and I did and with our history would be a perfect match.

We were for a while. Tom wanted to fuck three, sometimes four times a day. Not just fuck, but he wanted me to use my mouth like a cunny, too. And his tongue was insatiable.

Of course, I went along. Not just went along. Often, it was me who dragged him to bed and got on my knees or my back. He liked it when I rode his cock with my big titties bouncing in his face. He liked it when I insisted on putting his cock in my mouth.

I took baths not just on Saturdays. Tom helped me haul the water inside.

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