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I spread my legs again in the morning.

During the day we both had chores to do. I collected eggs and weeded one of the many vegetable gardens.

But as soon as the work was done, I sought out Mr. Beckwith. I know it sounds brazen, but I dragged him to that small cabin. We were no sooner behind closed doors than I undressed. "Lloyd, all I've thought about all day is your cock fucking my cunny. Hurry, please."

For the next few days, that's how it went. I always had stars in my eyes. My cunny was always ready for Mr. Beckwith's cock, and I made it clear I wanted it.

You could say that I quickly took to this free love life.

Then he told me the way the community worked. "Eliza, there are no monogamous relationships here. You need to invite other men to your bed, and I need to spend nights with other women."

"I-I-I don't want other men."

"I promise, in a few weeks we'll see each other again. In the meantime, you need to sleep in the women's dorm or invite yourself to another man's bed. I have an engagement with Gladys Comstock tonight. And I know that Jacob Carbury has been asking about your availability."

Jacob Carbury was only ten years older than me, and he did show me a good time. It was disconcerting, embarrassing and at first I was mortified.

Why?

Jacob Carbury invited me to his bed which was in a men's dorm similar to the one where I slept. What I'm trying to say is I was naked and we fucked while not more than a few feet away other couples were doing the same.

I could hear them, and I was certain they could hear me. I tried to be quiet, but Jacob was thrusting away and thrusting away. It didn't seem to bother him that there were other people just a few feet away.

I couldn't believe it when the blankets came off. Jacob was fucking me like those bulls fucked cows and dogs fucked bitches. I was on all fours and my huge breasts were swinging beneath me as I moved with him. "Like that, Eliza, just like that. You have the best cunny," he whispered in my ear.

I liked that. "Thank you, Jacob. Tell me again how good my cunny is."

Around the room, I could hear other couples saying similar things. No one seemed to be holding back. When Jacob finished, he collapsed on top of me. We both were catching our breath.

That's when I heard her. I recognized her voice. "oh Lloyd, oh Lloyd, your cock, oh your cock. Fuck me just like that. Your big cock is so good to me." It was Gladys Comstock. She was getting what I wanted. Lloyd Beckwith's cock.

Don't get me wrong. Jacob had fucked me good. I'd enjoyed every thrust, but I was so jealous.

Jacob and I fucked again in the morning. In the daylight. So were other couples including Gladys and Lloyd.

It was almost like there was a pattern in the community. Evening fucking and morning fucking. Except on Sundays. No one went to church; they went to bed where they fucked; often times switching partners. I mean it seemed like women jumped from bed to bed.

The bad thing about the morning and Sunday fucking was that everyone whatever dorm I was in, could see me getting fucked.

The good thing about the morning and Sunday fucking was that out of the corner of my eye, I could see how other women fucked.

Over the next month, I fucked numerous guys. I liked trying different guys. They were all a little different. The way they moved whether they were on top of me or behind me.

With all that and how good it was, I still had a thing for old Mr. Beckwith's long, fat cock. The longest, fattest cock.

Mostly women were on their backs. Frequently they were getting it like those bulls did cows. Those were the most common ways I fucked until one morning I saw a woman in a bed near mine and she was on top and was bouncing and bouncing. The noises she made were other worldly and she was loud.

Her breasts like mine, were huge. They were bouncing, too. I was mesmerized.

At the moment I was underneath a man named Adam Foster, who I discovered had a long, fat cock almost like Lloyd Beckwith's, and to my joy he was fucking me non-stop. Just pounding my no longer virgin cunny.

He noticed that I wasn't focused, and looked where I was looking. "Eliza, would you like to fuck me like that?"

"Can I, Adam? It looks like it might be fun."

"Of course, and I'll get to enjoy your magnificent titties."

It was fantastic. "Oooooooh, oooooh, ooooooh Adam." I was so loud. I saw other women look over at me. I saw men look at me. I continued to bounce on Adam's cock. I couldn't stop. It was the best fucking. The best fucking since those days when Lloyd Beckwith and I fucked.

Over the next few weeks, numerous men invited themselves to my bed or invited myself to their bed. They all wanted me to fuck them while I was on top. It was grand, except none of those men was Lloyd Beckwith, even though I threw myself at him.

I saw him with any number of different women, including Gladys Comstock. I saw him with sixty-year-old Abigail Francis. "Lloyd, yes, Lloyd like that. Your big cock is so good to my cunny. Fuck my cunny, oh my cunny."

What did she have that I didn't?

It was another month; another month of fucking just about every night; fucking a different guy almost every night. According to those men who I did more than once, I became a very, very good fuck. I'd learned how to move my big rump, which I no longer considered a detriment.

To be clear: when a man invited me to his bed, I never said no unless I'd already made an arrangement. "Johnny, thank you, but I'm busy tonight, perhaps next week." I meant it, and all those dates were consensual.

If I didn't have an engagement, I'd ask Lloyd, but he always seemed to have a ‘date.'

Then he didn't.

TO BE CONTINUED

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