Encounter at the Symphony

Encounter at the Symphony, Ch. 05

Sixty-five-year-old David has sex with fifty-two-year-old, Christina, with her identical twin sister, Carolyn, and with Gabriella, Christina's twenty-one-year-old daughter.

Encounter at the Symphony reread, rewritten, and continued from Chapter 04:

'Most who stand before me don't want to die,' I imagined Saint Peter saying while standing in front of the pearly, white gates of Heaven on my judgement day. 'Most who stand before me are afraid to die,' I imagined him saying while staring down at me as if he was the judge, the jury, and the executioner and, indeed, he was.

Unable to lie to him, he looked through me as if he could see inside of me to see if I was telling him the truth.

'Unaware what happens when you die, especially when not having faith, most fear death,' I imagined him saying. 'Especially those who believe that Heaven doesn't exist, they don't want to die. They believe that once they die, in the way that there was nothing before they were born, they're dead and there's nothing."

He stared down at me for my reaction to all that he said about dying, about having faith, and about those not believing that there's a Heaven.

"That's why no one wants to die,' I imagined him saying. 'Especially if you've lived a sinful life, no one wants to go to Hell.'

Before he continued, again, he looked at me as if he could see through me.

'Kicking and screaming, they all want to continue their evil ways of lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, and pride on Earth. Those are the souls that aren't welcome in Heaven. Those are the souls that I don't want here. Those are the souls that I send to the Devil and to Hell,' he said.

With him holding my eternal fate in his hands, and with him having judged billions of people, he looked at me with critical eyes while judging me.

"Those who embraced the devil and evil are the souls that are condemned and doomed to burn in Hell for all of eternity," he said with a long and thoughtful pause of suspense. "Fortunately for you," he said, pointing to me as if he was Uncle Sam. "You're a good man and your soul shall not be condemned and doomed to burn in Hell for all of eternity. You are welcome to enter Heaven. You may reside here for all of eternity.'

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With the interview finally over, and with him giving me his approval to enter Heaven, Saint Peter lifted his arm and waved his hand. As if being admitted to my own private, and an uncrowded, adult, XXX-rated, version of Disney World, immediately, the huge, one-hundred-foot high, solid gold gates of Heaven slowly opened with music from angels singing in the background. Unable to see anything because of the clouds, as soon as I emerged through the other side of a big, puffy, white cloud, I saw Heaven. I saw my Heavenly reward.

My dreams came true; I was shocked. With all of my sexual fantasies realized, I was sexually excited. There in the distance, I saw women. I saw naked women.

For as far as I could see, I saw a vast number of women. I saw hundreds of naked women. I saw thousands of naked women. I saw millions of naked women lounging around Heaven while waiting for me to arrive.

Never have I ever seen as many women. Never have I seen as many naked women. I couldn't believe my eyes. With him as hard as he was big, George didn't know where to look. With them having no shame nor modesty, as if these women were featured in a nude painting by famed, nude artist, Francisco Goya, immodestly immoral, they were unembarrassed by their nudity.

Unable to believe my eyes, I stared from one naked woman to stare at another naked woman. Not covering their nakedness with their hands nor with their forearms, they all showed me their naked bodies. As if they were proud of their naked bodies, they wanted to show me their naked bodies. They wanted me to see them naked. Sexually teasing me and inviting me to have sex with them, in the way that they so openly posed and exposed themselves with their legs spread and their arms positioned by their sides, they wanted me to sexually desire their naked bodies.

Granted, I seriously doubted if they were all virgins, perhaps, some of them were virgins, but I had more naked women waiting to greet me in Heaven than a Muslim man had when he died. He only had 1,000 virgins and I had millions of naked women wanting me and ready to have sex with me. Besides, I'd much rather have sex with a sexually experienced woman than a shy, modestly moral, and an inexperienced virgin. I'd much rather have a woman who knows what to do with her hands, her mouth, her ass, and her pussy.

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Welcoming me, as if they were my personal harem of lovers, whores, concubines, and servants, they all belonged to me. These were all of my women. These naked women were my reward for making it to Heaven. In conjunction with my personal vision of Heaven, seemingly, their idea of Heaven was my revelation of Heaven. Indeed, these naked women were my final and eternal reward for living a good life on Earth.

By their body movements, their outgoing, and their friendly manner, they all turned to face me. They smiled at me. Then, opening their arms to give me a better view of their naked breasts and naked pussies, they all welcomed me to Heaven.

Hard for me to believe, I couldn't believe the sheer volume of naked women. Millions of women stood, and slowly and sexily walked towards me. The enormous crowd of naked women advancing towards me was endless.

With me the center of their emotional connection, sexual attraction, and erotic desire, they continued slowly, and sexily converging on me. Unable to see the end of the enormous crowd of women, millions of naked women surrounded me. Overwhelmed by so many naked women, I didn't know where to look. I didn't know what to do.

A virtual sea of naked women, naked breasts, naked pussies, and naked asses were everywhere I looked. Big breasted, small breasted, big assed, small assed, bushy pussies, shaved pussies, and trimmed pussies filled my eyes and hardened George. Yet, with none of them having a physical body but looking as if they all did, without even touching me, somehow, they hugged me and rubbed their naked breasts and naked pussies against George and me.

Never have I felt as loved. Never have I felt as wanted. Never have I felt as erotically desired. Never have I felt as sexually excited. I couldn't wait to have sex with them. I couldn't wait to impregnate them all and give them babies.

White, yellow, red, brown, and black women, all races of women were represented. Tall, short, thin, and overweight women, all shapes and sizes of women were represented. Small breasted, big breasted, and huge breasted women, all sizes and shapes of women's naked breasts were represented, too. Clearly, my personal version of Heaven, with me the only man there, all of these women were just for me.

Then, even though I no longer had a penis but feeling as if I still did, when I looked down at George, I've never seen him as sexually excited. Throbbing and pulsating, he looked so happy. Erotically thrilled, he was so sexually excited. With him filled with lustful anticipation while waiting to be stroked, sucked, and fucked by millions of naked women, making me proud to be a man, he was the biggest and the hardest that I've ever seen him.

Unbelievable but true, without even having to introduce him to them, somehow, all of these women already knew his name. Sexually teasing him and exciting him, all of these women chanted his name. In the way that he couldn't wait to have sex with them, seemingly and unbelievably, they couldn't wait to have sex with him.

'George! George! George,' I imagined millions of women chanting his name at the same time! 'George! George! George!'

Glad that I no longer had ears, the noise that millions of women made when calling his name was deafening.

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As if I was a young man again, when I peered down at my hands and at my non-existent body, no longer having any wrinkles or age spots, I looked to be thirty-five-years-old instead of sixty-five-years-old. Regaining all of the muscle mass that I had lost with age, I felt as young and as healthy as much as I felt vibrant and horny. In the prime of my life or death, with George at the ready, I couldn't wait to take my time sexually sampling these women one at a time for the rest of my heavenly life.

Only, I needed a black book and a pack of pens to record their names. I not only needed to know their names but also, I needed to remember their names. With so very many women, I could never remember their names unless I had a cheat sheet.

Along with their names, I needed to record pertinent facts about them. As much as I wanted to know what type of sex they enjoyed, I wanted to know how they lived and how they died. As soon as I thought of needing a black book and a supply of pens, miraculously, I had them in my hands.

Having always kept a black book with only two entries, now, I'm going to need black books the size of several, huge, telephone books to keep track of all of the women that I sexually pleasured. I figured that if I had sex with two women a day, seven-hundred-thirty women a year, and with more women entering Heaven every day, it would take me more than several hundred-million-years to have sex with them all. I couldn't wait to begin.

Still, I had time. I had plenty of time. I had all of eternity to have sex.

Then, I had a thought. Instead of seeing all of these women naked, I'd rather see them in sexy lingerie. Seeing women in their sexy lingerie, and leaving something for my horny imagination, is more exciting than seeing them naked. I'd rather see them in their colorful, low-cut bras, and colorful, bikini panties, than seeing all of them naked. I'd much rather undress with my eyes and undress them with my hands myself.

Further, I'd much rather see them in their short, sheer, low-cut, and sexy nightgowns than seeing them without their clothes. Again, as soon as I thought that every woman wore bra and panties, or short, sheer, sexy, and low-cut, revealing nightgowns. Now that I was in Heaven, I just had to think what I wanted and, if God Almighty was my genie, I received whatever I wanted.

'Wow,' I thought. 'This is unbelievable. I just need to think whatever I want and it's here.'

My version of Heaven, I'd be having sex every day, multiple times a day for hundreds of millions of years. I'd be having sex longer than the dinosaurs were on Earth. Having sex with millions of women made me happy, a huge understatement. Finally, after not having had sex for fifteen-years until I met Christina, her sister, Carolyn, and her daughter, Gabriella, my version of the Three Witches of Eastwick, I'd be having plenty of sex now.

I'd be having more sex in death than I ever had in life. I'd be having sex with millions of women for millions of years. Unbelievably, with us all on the same, sexual page, millions of women wanted me in the way that I wanted them. With me having so very many women to choose from, I'd never get tired of having sex.

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Then, a sight for sore eyes, running through the women and jumping up on me, every dog that I ever owned, and that died from the time that I was a child to as an adult, were there to greet me. My first dog, Hurricane, a Miniature Manchester terrier, was there. Buster, a mongrel beagle, and poodle mix, was there, too. Brandy, another mixed breed rescue dog, was there. Roxy, my Miniature Pinscher, was there, too. Finally, I saw Polo, my beloved, Rat terrier, again, too. They all jumped on me while licking me as if they missed me as much as I missed them.

Hard for me to choose between the two, millions of scantily clad women or my dear, departed dogs, if I had to pick, I'd definitely choose the women with the dogs a close second choice. Everything that I wanted was here in the afterlife. All that I had to do was to think of it and I had it. All that I had to do was wish for it and I received it.

Sex with naked women, and seeing my dogs again was my realization of Heaven. What more could I possibly want? Actually, with me being a car buff, it would be great if I had a fleet of cars to drive in Heaven. Only, I wondered if I could drive on clouds or if Heaven would provide an endless, winding road for me to motor my automobiles along. I'd love to have a highway in Heaven, highway route number 333 or highway route number 777.

If I had an automobile to drive in Heaven, I wouldn't need a seatbelt. I wouldn't need a license. I wouldn't need gasoline. I wouldn't need an inspection sticker. I wouldn't need insurance. I wouldn't need auto repair. I could drive a different car every day. I imagined all of the cars that I'd love to drive in Heaven.

Then, as soon as I thought about it, my fleet of expensive automobiles were here. Every car that I yearned to drive suddenly appeared. Every car that I lusted over while visiting endless auto shows were mine. Every car was brand new. Every car belonged to me.

There was a two tone, shiny black over glistening gold, Rolls Royce Phantom, and a racing green, Bentley Continental GT. There was a lipstick red, Ferrari F90 Spider and a silver, 2023, two, million, five-hundred-thousand, Lamborghini Countach. There was a shiny black, Mercedes-Maybach S 680, a 2023, white with a blue stripe, Ford Mustang Mach 1, and a blue with a black stripe, 2023, Chevrolet Corvette. Finally, there was a silver Aston Martin and a red and black, Bugatti Veyron. Finally, my dream car, a bright, red 2005, 50th anniversary edition of the Ford Thunderbird.

'Wow, my dreams come true. Not only will I be having daily sex with millions of naked women but also, I'll be playing with my dogs. No longer having to walk my dogs or feed my dogs, I didn't even need leashes, licenses for my dogs, and/or take my dogs to the vet for shots. I could just allow them to run wild through Heaven. When not having sex with beautiful, naked women, or playing with my beloved dogs, I'll be driving around Heaven in my choice of the finest automobiles in the world.

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After experiencing the best Heavenly, sexual fantasies that I ever had and could possibly ever imagine, I closed my eyes to rest for a minute. Especially at my age, threesome sex with twins exhausted me. Never have I been as tired and as sexually satisfied as I felt now. Briefly, I fell asleep until I felt someone staring at me.

Then, when I opened my eyes, as if I dreamt her and had imagined her, I saw a young, beautiful, redheaded woman standing in the bedroom doorway staring at me, at Christina, and at Carolyn. We were all naked. As soon as I saw the young woman staring at my naked cock, I had a throbbing and pulsating erection thanks to George. Looking much like a younger version of Christina and/or Carolyn, she was just as tall and just as busty as the twins.

Sexy and shapely, with that long, lush, red hair, and those big, beautiful, green eyes, she was stunning. Only, she was so young. If I was to guess her age, I'd guess that she was 21 years old. With me old enough to be her grandfather, one would think that I should know better. Only, with George wide awake and nodding in agreement while imagining having sex with this beauty, making me proud, he throbbed and pulsated while growing bigger and harder.

I wished she'd turn around and bend forward at the waist. She wore tight, navy blue, short shorts that sculpted and defined the sides of her beautiful, shapely ass. I'd love to see her ass through those short shorts from the back instead of only from the sides. Yet, with me not an ass man but a breast man but, with her having such an incredible ass, I could be an ass man for her.

With her not wearing a brassiere, she wore a crop top that was too small to cover the entirety of her huge, naked breasts. Barely covering her erect nipples, the sides of her crop top showed the roundness of her gigantic breasts peeking out each side of her crop top. While imagining her big, naked breasts bouncing out of her top, I wished she'd jump up and down. I'd love to watch her jogging or skipping rope while wearing that too small, crop top.

Playing it cool and not wanting her to know that I was wide awake while watching her, I closed my eyes again but cracked them open just enough to see. She looked like Christina and, not having asked her if she had children, with the sexual excitement of meeting her sister, I had forgotten to ask her if she had children. With her having a key to her house, and with her upstairs in her house, and with her looking so very much like her, I assumed that she was Christina's daughter.

While she continued staring at the three of us naked, I stared at her as if she was the third witch, Michelle Pfeiffer as Sukie, in the Witches of Eastwick. Surprising me and sexually exciting George, while she continued staring at my naked prick, I watched her mindlessly feel her big breasts and finger her erect nipples through her skimpy and sexually revealing top. Then, I watched her cup her pussy through her short shorts.

Not stopping there, I watched her slide a slow, experienced finger along her pussy slit through her short shorts. Then, putting her head back while closing her eyes, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts to stick her horny hand in her shorts and in her panties. She masturbated herself while I watched her rub her clit and finger fuck her pussy. Finally, while Carolyn and Christina enjoyed the afterglow of sex by sleeping, I watched whoever she was slowly undress.

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Encounter at the Symphony, Chapter 05:

Sixty-five-year old David not only has sex with 52-year-old Christina but also, he has sex with her identical twin sister, Carolyn, and with Christina's, 21-year-old daughter, Gabriella, who arrived home unexpectedly early from college.

No longer able to keep my eyes closed, I popped them open. I watched whoever this lovely woman was as if I was Santiago in Hemingway's novel The Old Man and the Sea. In the way that Santiago dreamt of seeing lions playing in the surf on a beach in Africa, I dreamt that I imagined seeing this beautiful, young woman undressing. I imagined her slowly and sexily stripping herself naked for my personal, voyeuristic pleasure.

Not done with just watching her undress, I imagined being alone with her on a deserted island in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea. With our clothes torn to shreds from falling overboard and from having to swim a long distance to arrive safely at shore, I imagined us both naked. I imagined living life in the way that Guy Ritchie envisioned Madonna as Amber, a snooty socialite, stranded on a deserted island with her hired help, Guiseppe, a communist sailor, in Swept Away.

With the roles now reversed and with him having more practical knowledge on how to survive being washed ashore of a deserted island, I imagined her looking up to me as the alpha male and her the lowly female. Reluctant to submit herself to me at first, I imagined having consensual sex with a woman who was young enough to be my granddaughter. With nothing for us to do but to fish, hunt for food, build a shelter, explore the island, and sleep, with no television to watch or cellphones to monitor, I imagined all we had to comfort us was sex.

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I wondered her name? With her looking as much like Christina as much as she looked like Carolyn, she could have been either woman's daughter. I wondered whose daughter she was. I couldn't believe she stared at my naked prick in the way that I stared at her imagined naked image.

Sexually exciting George, she continued staring at my naked, erect prick in the way that I imagined staring at her slowly and sexily undressing. Once naked, I wondered if she'd have sex with me in the way that I'd love to have sex with her, and in the way that her mother and her aunt already had sex with me. If I was to die now, that's how I'd love to die having sex with Christina, Carolyn, and whoever this beauty is. Having sex with three, beautiful and busty women is how I want to go.