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The Gray Broad (Sucks Better than She Used To) -(ogbroad.txt)
It's one man's opinion, but Earl thinks women are better. See how
you feel as he tells the of how this woman won him over. M/F
inter-generational full service sex.
The Gray Broad
(Sucks Better than She Used To)
I'm used to the looks when I introduce Marlene. There's
embarrassment for thinking she was my and then shock as they
realize she is 20 years than me.
Guys always wonder what I'm going to do in twenty years when she's
60. I tell them I think Marlene will wear my dick clean off before that.
And if she doesn't, I'll do what they're going to do, except I'll grab
up their wives while they're out making a fool of themselves over some
greedy, air-headed teenager.
I'm not against tight, young, fresh bodies. I'm not against cute,
baby-doll faces. I'm against arguing about whether I should have in
their mouth or not. I'm against crying and hissy fits and headaches.
And I'm mostly against: Can't you just be satisfied with the way
we always do it? I don't know anyone that does THAT! and Where did you
get that idea!? I want a woman that knows what she gives up when she
makes sex a power struggle. I want a woman that has more ideas than I do
and will bribe me with sex to get me to try them.
And I've got what I want. Marlene is and wiser. Marlene is
also experienced and always, always, always hot to trot. She tries, she
really does, to let me build up so it's really explosive for me, but I
can't remember the last time we only fucked once in a day.
She has learned to survive on twice a day when we're saving up for
a long weekend or a vacation, but she thinks six times a day should be
considered the norm. I told you she was going to wear my dick clean off.
She wants it in the morning before we get up. She visits the
office for a nooner. As soon as I get home, she wants it in the kitchen
while she's making dinner. After dinner, we play with each other until
we can't help fucking all over the floor, and then she wants it twice
before we go to sleep.
I guess I could do without the one in the kitchen, but I can't get
out of the rest. Marlene madness after dinner as we watch or a
movie is almost a trademark of our marriage. My job is to try and be
indifferent until she breaks my resolve and then I have to excite her
to the point that she begs me to fuck her.
The other, I guess I'll call it a hallmark, of our sex explains
how eager I am after already fucking Marlene four times. At night we
play games. This is where her storehouse of experience is opened and she
entices me with some new way to scream into ecstasy.
I suppose I have your attention now. Any time you think about sex,
you have a woman that wants it. You have a woman that takes away that
self-delusion that you can't again. You have a woman that talks you into
That's enough- free as a whore and as available as your hand. But
there's a bonus. Certainly in Marlene's case and I'm betting in more
cases than not, the woman knows what to do and has some practice doing it.
With Marlene it is devotion and focus that sets her above the
rest. My favorite example of this, for sentimental as well as physical
reasons, is the way Marlene can suck cock. She is well-versed in the
tease and tickle. She can suck and lick balls as well as the best woman
that ever did. She knows what a tongue is for as she moves up on down
on a hard-on. She can build up and delay and she knows how to finish.
This hymn of praise crescendos in the back of Marlene's throat.
She hasn't conquered her gag reflex, but she doesn't allow that barrier
to stop her from giving her best. She can edge my cock past the gag
carefully and let me rest full in her throat until she needs to gasp a
breath, but Marlene is at her most Marlene when she is ignoring the
choking feeling and driving me repeatedly deep into her throat to make
me deep in her gullet.
Marlene's willingness to do whatever it takes is at the bottom of
us being together. I don't want to sound like a beast. It wasn't a
requirement for me. It was rather the wonderful thing about Marlene
that made me ignore what people said, including my at the time and
go off with her.
At first I thought she was just playing along with me as we drank
our beer. Oh yeah, outrageous what my was doing to me. A real woman
would take good care of her husband. Hell, she'd take better care of
me than the bitch I married.
I thought that was strange coming from her. I also thought she was
just bragging her ass off. It was easy to say she'd do anything, but
she was just like any woman, only older.
I challenged her. Since my and I were arguing about me
fucking her in the ass, I told her she was full of it. If she meant a
single word, she'd haul down her drawers and let me fuck her in the ass
Marlene's eyes lit up. They may have been a bit dimmer than full
on because of the beer, but her smile was giga-watt. She opened her
"Now you wait a minute 'till I get a little ready," she said,
digging in her pants and then ordered me into action. "Hey, you got
to take off your pants to fuck."
I wasn't all that turned on and I was weighing my options. I
hadn't thought it would come to this and I was thinking after I had
shot off my mouth. I decided I couldn't back out.
Marlene didn't kid me about my dick. She got it in her mouth and
sucked it. I could see she was jamming her fingers up her ass to beat
the band. It was a little unreal.
It got very real when my cock responded and she turned her ass
to face me. Her asshole was and raw like she had been beating
hell out of it with her fingers. She was ordering me to get my dick in
it. She was holding her ass open and telling me to fuck it.
Now I know what she went through to convince me. When I fuck
Marlene in the ass now, my cock slides in like butter. Of course
she's all hot and lubed when we do it now.
That first time it was like fucking a drawstring bag to stick my
cock in her ass. It felt like there were all these ridges around the
edge of her asshole and I had to level them out with my cock.
I didn't know any better. When I sank my cock in her ass,
everything else lost importance. I was jamming it up her butthole. I
was deep in the brown. I was ramming it in her ass and making her take
it. I shot off in about thirty seconds.
Then I was poised over the woman with my cock still in her
ass and trying to piece together all I'd done. It took a while to get
over the initial shock, but when I did, I didn't feel too bad about it.
I'd just got what my was denying me with no hassle. I didn't
know if this was what asshole felt like, but it had been good
enough. And maybe this meant she was just as randy of an bitch as
she said she was.
I kept doing her on the side until my found out. She walked
in when Marlene had her lips pressed right up against my belly with my
cock down past her tonsils. It was an extremely emotional experience
"God damn it, mother! How can you do that to my husband! And
you, Jake! That's my for Christ's sake!" she screamed.
She wasn't going to get over it and Marlene wasn't trying to help
her. Marlene called her every name in the book for neglecting me and
said she didn't deserve a good man. I kept out of it. I stood back
and let them go at each other.
Since you're seeing me with Marlene, you know how it turned out.
My biggest problem is a step-daughter that hates both of us. I guess
it's more of a shame than a problem. Marlene thinks the three of us
could make an interesting evening getting together. I'll never find out
and that's a shame.
That's one of those things about the woman that's been around.
She admits the dirty little things that turn her on. Someday when you're
older, I'll tell you about some of the other dirty things that turn her on.