Mature Man & Maiden Maureen, Ch. 16
Taking it to Gwen, giving her what she painfully and sexually deserved, Colleen to the rescue.
Continued from Chapter 15: Mature Man & Maiden Maureen
Imagine a Playboy Playmate, the one who wins the Playmate of the Year award, only hotter, younger, and with bigger tits. That's Gwen. That's what Gwen looked like, and here she is lying beside me in my bed naked. As if I had dreamt this, or imagined this while masturbating myself, she was a once in a lifetime, sexual encounter that any man would give his right arm and his right leg to do her if he could.
Only, something that I never thought I'd say, I was done having sex with her for today and maybe, even tomorrow, and maybe, even forever. I was exhausted. I was worn the fuck out.
Out of my league, with her too much for me, she exhausted me to the bone. Never have I been as tired. Never have I been as defeated. Never have I had sex that was so pleasurable, albeit, so painful.
Gwen is the type of woman that sexual dreams are made of and that erotic web sites are created over. A one in a million sexy and shapely woman, she's the super siren of every man's erotic fantasy and lustful, sexual desire. Lady Gwendolyn is the Jenna Jameson or Pamela Anderson of the everyday man's average world. At 5'9" tall, very few women have the natural dimensions and the shapely and sexy body of Gwen.
Even with Sofia Vergara's triple, D cup, that are equal to F cup breasts, Gwen has a better, natural body than Sofia. Where Sofia has had her nose done, her breasts uplifted, and her ass surgically shaped, too, Gwen is a natural beauty. Born like that, there's nothing phony about her magnificent body.
Think of the word sex and you'll think of the name, Gwen. Sex and Gwen are synonymous with one another. Any man would sell his soul to spend an evening with her, or an hour with her.
Forget about spending an hour or an evening with her, imagine spending a weekend or a week with her as I will be doing. Only, hard for me to imagine and harder for me to admit, I no longer wanted her. She's too much of a sexpot Domintrix of a woman for me.
I can't handle her. I've had enough of her. I'm way too old for her. Unable to keep up with her, where Maureen made me feel young, Gwen made me feel old.
Notwithstanding how exhausted I felt now, I felt sexually sated. The memory of this sexual union will last me the rest of my life. Years from now, when I'm alone and lonely and jerking off in the bathroom, I'll think of Gwen's naked body and having marathon sex with her.
I'll recall the topless, her huge breasts and erect nipples. I'll remember the naked vision of her. Her voluptuous, young, flawless body will fill my mind with her firm, round, naked ass, her huge, shapely breasts, her symmetrical areolas, her pink, puffy nipples, and her red, trimmed pussy.
For as long as I shall live, in the way that I'll never forget the love of my life, Maureen, and her best friend, Colleen, I'll never forget Maureen's sister, Gwen. I'll always remember the outrageous sex we had. I'll never forget her blowjobs and her allowing me to cum in her mouth.
Alas, the sexual memory of her is ruined with her wanting me to physically hurt her and painfully punish her. She not only wanted me to slap her ass and her face hard, she wanted me to squeeze her tits, and pull her hair. She became sexually aroused when I did all of those things. Painful, sexual things that I've never done to women before, what the Hell is all that about?
Nonetheless, I can see it all now, me in my late fifties and not having had sex in a several years, except for that young, female hitchhiker that I picked up. She gave me a blowjob for a lift to the next city and then, stole my wallet. Yet, that's another story for another time. I'll never forget my week with Gwen. I'll always remember her giving me enormous, sexual pleasure, along with physical frustration with her wanting me to painfully abuse her.
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That first time that I saw her, undressing her with my eyes, something that I always do with beautiful women, I imagined her in her bra and panties, topless, and naked. Yet, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, I never thought I'd be seeing her in her bra and panties, topless, and even naked. I was as shocked as much as I was sexually excited when I did.
Yet, here she is naked, again, and dead asleep in my bed beside me. Something that may never happen to me again, I needed to make the most of this time with her. Not wanting to rush it and ruin it, I really need to make this the most, sexual memory that I ever had, even though it already is.
I feared that once she's gone, she may be gone forever. Once she's gone, I may never have sex with her again. Once she's gone, I may never see her again. A once in a lifetime sexual affair, I may never have sex with another woman who looked like her, and who sucked and fucked like her for the rest of my horny, miserable life. As if I had hit the sexual lottery, never will I have another Maureen, Colleen, and/or Gwen in my life.
'I love you, Gwen,' I thought but not really meaning it when comparing her to her sister.
Enjoying the moment, I stared at her perfect, naked body, until I could no longer keep my eyes open again. She was so hot and so young, but I was so sexually sated and so tired. She did me in with her non-stop kissing, sucking, and fucking.
I yearned for more of a relaxed, sexual time with a woman my age than an overactive one with women half my age. I yearned for some pillow talk. I missed talking dirty to Maureen in the way that I'd love to talk dirty to her sister. Only, not much of a conversationalist, Gwen didn't waste time talking. She just wanted sex, painful sex.
Sadly, but realistically, I'm not the man for her. I'm not the man that I used to be. It's apparent to me now that I'm way too old for her. I can't match my tired energy with her young liveliness. She'd kill me but, oh boy, what a way to die.
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When she turned her back to me, I moved my arm around her while cupping her huge breast in the palm of my big hand and fingered her erect nipple. I moved closer to her to spoon her. Her beautiful body was as soft as it was firm. Holding Gwen in my arms while cuddling her was my sexual fantasy come true. My semi-erect penis rested in the deep recess of her perfectly shapely ass cheeks, while holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her. As if I had died and gone to Heaven, I quickly fell back to sleep.
Abruptly, early that morning, too early to be awakened, after having a night as hot and as exhausting as I had, I was awakened by someone leaning on their car horn.
'What the fuck,' I thought? 'Who the Hell is that out there at this early hour of the morning?'
I had no idea that continually beeping the horn was a last ditched effort to arouse us from our deep sleep, after we apparently didn't answer the telephone and/or the doorbell. At first, it sounded as if it was far off in the distance. Then, gradually coming closer and closer, and offending my ears, the horn awakened me from my sound slumber.
Then, with the dogs barking, the panicked sound of the car horn filled my brain with loud static in the way of an endless, air raid siren warning me of danger and the impending doom of bombs falling from the sky. Feeling my age now, while wishing for a Ben-Gay massage with a beer chaser, I crawled out of bed all bent over and cramped. Still tired, and annoyed that someone's car horn had awoken me, I was so freaking grumpy. I felt so freaking old. I was angry that someone outside was making so much noise.
'Geez,' I thought. 'I need to have sex with women my age because these Olympian athletes, first Maureen, and then Colleen, and now, Gwen are killing me. I'm just glad that Maureen only had the one sister. Perish the thought, if Gwen had an identical, twin sister named Gail,' I thought while laughing to myself.
I needed to face reality and admit that I can't run with these young bitches anymore. Too tired to roam too far from home, this big, old dog just wanted to sleep. Now, who the Hell is that out there beeping their damn, car horn? It sounded as if it was parked in my driveway.
I peered out the window to look for the asshole leaning on his horn. Indeed, the car was in my driveway. I looked closer to see if I recognized the car.
'Holy shit,' I thought!
Immediately, I recognized the car. God answered my prayers because the cavalry is here. As if the Navy fleet was in, I couldn't be happier to welcome my unexpected, surprise visitor.
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I saw her as soon as she alighted from her car. It was Colleen. I couldn't believe that she had returned after disappearing for so long.
