Talking with a Man

"Who is the best piece of twat you ever screwed, babe?"

Goodness, a 64 year old woman like me can still make the 74 year old stallion laying beside me Sunday morning blush. OK, he returned the favor, the best before we did it, that was the answer I was hoping for and want to hear. Go on, I'm listening.

Actually, this Sue sounded like a slut. Married to one and had eight children by him, running around with another who was off in prison and now suddenly laying Eli? Never even took her out on a date, just over to a parking lot to neck? Went to him in her period just to make out and ended up bare breasted? Sure sounded like a tramp, at the least but she was best? Interesting.

"So what made this hillbilly woman, Sue, so good?"

Being the good listener has always been one of my few attributes. Years in an eye clinic made me money, tolerating a gay husband gave me a lifestyle I suppose was good, but I never knew what made a good one to a guy. Until now.

This Sue had a set of boobs on her chest, complete with dark chocolate brown nipples. A perfectly flat tummy in spite of eight kids, her tubes tied, no need for rubbers and so incredibly willing, almost desperate to get laid. Stick a pecker in and it was covered with wetness, the woman knew how to put out.

"So she was really good? Did you think her husband might have not been talented? That he was small?"

Well, maybe I did expect you to compare, I am married to a gay man after all. I have to get up soon and get showered, Sundays I visit him at the nursing home. Piss on his damn Alzheimer's. He no longer knows who I am nor does he care. He doesn't know where he is, he doesn't know when to eat or pretty much anything else. For the last ten years, he hasn't known anymore about living than I knew about sex.

Actually it had been about thirty years until the night before when Eli banged me. The last time was a threesome anyway, one of my husband's boyfriends humped me before the two of them finished the evening together. They were different times and I was a different woman, babe.

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"Babe? You might be 5'5" tall but nine inches of that is your pecker and girls aren't used to it. You must have killed the virgins you had."

Everybody knows that's what men want, break in the innocent to train them, macho man proving what a stud he is to the ignorant. At this one danced the dance, took her time and made sure. Web sites like Literotica let the imagination run wild, reality takes a year before this little thing, Ashley, learned to french kiss. At least it was always her idea that started it.

She unbuttoned your shirt and touched your nipple? Girls are curious why boys have those things, OK? Pinched it with her thumb and forefinger? Yeah, that's a virgin thing. Step by step, nice and slow.

Bared one breast and let you feed, right on schedule and then the next time let you unhook her and neck bare breasted is no surprise. She was building heat, no matter what morals she had, they were leaving fast. Just building up nerve.

It takes a lot to suck a dick, trust me. I didn't my first time but this girl was building a relationship. No surprise if her hymen was sacred that you butt fucked the poor thing first. She was looking, she was searching and there aren't rule books on how it was supposed to go. Then it happens.

Standing? I don't know if that was the most romantic way but at least it was effective, eye to eye. Damn though, you might have killed her with nine inches.

"What? You didn't like it, she was terrible? What did you expect? Girls don't know shit, any more than guys, especially when they both don't know jack shit."

Willie, the kid of my first time, sure didn't. He walked me down to the park with a pocket full of condoms, I have no idea what he expected, but it was good he had spares. Guys have trouble getting one on the first time they're starting at a naked chick sprawled out behind a fallen log. Then it got worse.

Somewhat like your Ashley, the first time I saw a boy's bare chest, I pinched his nipple too. This jackass pinched mine but it didn't harden, it hurt. I guess I was a little less moral than Ashley, Willie and I hadn't dated all that long and I was really horny. I guess it was horny, he knew I was ready.

He called them my searchlights, when my nipples did pop through a bra and blouse when we made out. My friend Dummy Deb, the red head, had gotten screwed on her mother's couch by her boyfriend the Sunday before. If that dumb ass could get penis, so could I so I let Willie take me to the park on Thursday. Time, honey, time to take care of me.

There wasn't any indication I was going to get laid, I was dressed about the same as I always did. Slightly cool so I had a flannel shirt over a T and jeans, bag on my shoulder. Ordinary underthings, white bra and panties. Sandals and I don't even remember what Willie was wearing. Straight back to the log we'd found the week before, the pig feeling me up before we even sat down. I felt him unhook my bra. OK, let's go.

He finally did screw me and it did pop but I didn't yell or scream. I cried but the bastard mouthhed my bare boobs so hard he broke the skin. About the time I realized I was bleeding there, I saw the blood from my cherry and then I walked home alone. Blood soaking my panties, red stains on my good bra, piss on that bastard too.

Mom knew I'd been broken, the underthings got thrown out while I showered and we never talked about it. I kept the rubber until my next period, I didn't trust the asshole. I figured it it was an accident, he'd claim it wasn't him but this would be proof. Yeah, me with a bloody condom but a girl needs insurance sometimes too.

"How did you lose it?"

Nice, your sister's best friend? She must have had talent to train you so well, but what? You screwed her bare? You trusted her? God, you must have been totally cherry, girls can be manipulative bitches and more than one marriage came with false pregnancy claims. I will give that Leona, a pretty name, come credit though. She was a real pro without being a prostitute.

Sucking a guy off before a girl lets him put it in is wise, a lot of virgin guys get too excited and shoot it all over a woman, not in. Calmed you down, made it better for her when she took you to bed. It was in bed, right? I like that thing about you could stay as long as you could get it up. So how long did you stay?

Bullshit. You are bullshitting me, aren't you? Sixteen lays before you went home? What was that, Friday night till Sunday morning? The 17th when she came to your place to check on your sister and there you were? She had the Happy Hunting ground, Sugar. Knowing it all, it's amazing to me.

Seriously, your sister got knocked up by the guy they worked for and needed an abortion, that made sense. You gave the rookie the money, this Leona knew where to go, that's OK. Your repayment is Leona for a night, not unusual but 17? Babe, you're what we ladies called a stallion. Sorry I didn't know you then.

"How many girls have you knocked up?"

Accidents happen, it did to me. I was 25 and married. I guess it was my first affair, the first time and the two boys in college were sex acts in training, marriage was an adventure and then that one. Sorry Wendy didn't tell you, she told me, her eye doctor. What a bitch. Anybody else, any little Eli's running around?

Marsha? Who was that? You were hitting on her daughter, she broke it off and this Marsha calls you out of the blue? You'd been the instructor in a non-credit class they'd taken? Wait a damn minute, Tiger. When did this happen?

What? You got to be sitting me, that was the same way I got pregnant but I was the young one, Rick was hitting on my mother and I called him for a date. I never knew he was trying to get into Mom's pants. Yeah, he sure got into mine and yeah, instant baby,. Same with Marsha.

Oh good, she kept you around for a month and tossed you. Saundra told me she knew about her too. You know, if you would have met her before she got married and raised the family, those daughters would have been yours, right? Oh yeah, that's love, she just can't be all the woman she needs to be with you, we know that.

"Why did you screw me?"

Don't shit me, Babe, I'm not that cute and I'm sure not that big, not like a couple of these other girls you had. Wendy is 40 EE and I'm a little thing, like Saundra. I think I'm a little bigger but I'm not a gay girl, that shit doesn't matter to me.

We both know it's not love and it's not friends with benefits either, is it? Of course not, you are a decent guy, Saundra would be your woman if she could go all the way, I certainly will not blow you, that's her property, but there is more than just need and Babe? I was a woman in need.

It had been thirty years since a real penis found its way there until last night. Oh yeah, I have a toy and oh yeah, I make myself feel good, but it's definitely not like having a man take care of me. I'll put it all together for you.

The kisses are sweet, I like that, you make me feel like a woman. I love being undressed and undressed by you. You don't rip my clothes off, you appreciate every bit of skin and I like licks. Yeah, I love my boobs sucked, your mouth on my nipples opens the flood gate between my legs. You're not big, your 're huge but you don't pound it into me. I love the sliding in slow, me coming all over the place until you hit the spot and I go berserk. Hearing you grunt, hearing my groans and I come before, during and after you do the deed, I admit it. I admit I was scared too.

True, thirty years and I expected virgin blood. Saundra won't let you because of the bruised cervix thing, maybe I expected the same. Maybe I just have a little bigger pussy? Do I, Babe. Is my pussy big? Best? What do you mean, you nasty boy? What do you mean by that? Maybe I should just say all that's left to be said.

"Babe? Bang me. Now."