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When I finished and my cunny was nice and clean, Tom would spend hours rubbing his face in my big bush with his tongue licking my cunny. The scratch marks were everywhere on the wall above our bed.

You would think we'd live happily ever after. We didn't.

It was mutual. One day, less than a year after Gladys and Lloyd left, I announced that it was time for me to move back to Youngstown, find a husband and live like a respectable lady. My husband would never know the truth.

Tom agreed. "Eliza, I recently read that in New York City there's a free love community, kind of like in Steubenville. I think I'll give it a try."

A few days later, after some wild fucking, cunny licking and me on my knees, I set out in Lloyd's old wagon for Youngstown. I had few possessions, but on the seat next to me was the shotgun my dad bought me. Sure, I wanted cock: in my mouth and my cunny, but on my own terms. A girl, even one like me couldn't be too careful.

As I drove west, the rode split. The sign said, "Youngstown, 23 miles. Steubenville, 47 miles."

I sat in the wagon for an hour, debating. Then I turned south to Steubenville. I had a big smile on my face.

I lived in the Steubenville Free Love Community for the rest of my life. I can't imagine anyone anywhere having a better sex life than I had. I'm not embarrassed to tell you that into my nineties I was still using my mouth as cunny; not as often, maybe once or twice a month.

Can you imagine, ninety-year-old me, on my knees enjoying a rock hard twenty-year-old cock?

Speaking of young men. When a new man came to the community, I, who became the matriarch of the community was their first.

I'd take a nice, long, hot bath, and their initiation was to make their tongue available to my cunny. I'd look down and there was some eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy on his knees sampling my old pussy. It was still a thrill and I had a huge smile on my face.

For my 100th birthday, three different twenty-somethings took turns licking my cunny. When they finished, they stood up and I got a good look at their manhood. Their stiff, young manhood. My cunny could still do that to a man.

THE END

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