Mature Man & Maiden Maureen Ch. 17

Literotic asexstories – Mature Man & Maiden Maureen Ch. 17 by SusanJillParker,SusanJillParker
Mature Man & Maiden Maureen, Ch. 17

Gwen and Colleen have threesome sex with me.

Continued from Chapter 16: Mature Man & Maiden Maureen

Colleen put her hand to my shoulder.

“She doesn’t get sexually aroused controlling you as she would, if you sexually controlled her. She doesn’t know what to do when she’s in control. It confuses her to make sexual decisions. Her sexual desires are contingent on you and on you directing her where to go and what to do. She’s happier, when you’re the Dom and you tell her what to do. She’s happier when you allow her to concentrate only on your sexual pleasure, without having her think about what happens next,” said Colleen with a smile.

I nodded my head to show her that I understood.

“I can see that now,” I said.

I returned Colleen’s smile with my smile.

“It’s up to you to lead her where you want her to go,” said Colleen. “That’s the only way that you can sexually satisfy her. Then, once she feels that she’s in your control, she’s your sexual pawn. You can command her to do anything that you sexually want her to do.”

I couldn’t believe how much more these young women knew about sex than me.

“Yeah, well, I guess I did everything wrong in the beginning. Yet, towards the end, I gave her want she wanted, I think,” I said with a nervous laugh.

With me twice their age, I shook my head and felt a little foolish that I didn’t know that about women.

“I dunno, this is all new to me. She’s the first woman that I had sex with who wanted to be slapped,” I said with a shrug. “Maybe, because I was holding back, but I couldn’t slap her hard enough to please her, squeeze her tits hard enough to sexually pleasure her, or pull her hair hard enough to sexually arouse her.”

Colleen gave me a sympathetic look.

“That’s because you started out on the wrong foot with her. You should have immediately followed her lead and slapped her when she told you that she liked being slapped,” she said looking at me. “She did tell you that she liked being slapped, right?”

I nodded my head.

“Yeah, she did. I did slap her but not hard enough to sexually satisfy her. I didn’t want to hurt her. Yet, I did strip her naked, though,” I said with a laugh.

Colleen laughed, too.

“You did? You stripped her naked? No way.”

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I gave her a big shit eating grin.

“Yeah, she was drunk and asleep and I couldn’t resist,” I said suddenly feeling guilty that I nearly took advantage of her. “Yet, before I started undressing her, she awakened and asked me to undress her. Then, she said that she slept in the nude and asked me to strip her naked,” I said with a dirty laugh.

Colleen laughed, too.

“You know, Mark, stripping a woman naked, as long as it’s consensual, as long as you don’t hurt her, and/or you’re not some sex fiend on the street, is nearly, every woman’s, sexual fantasy,” she said. “It’s my sexual fantasy,” she said with a dirty laugh. “Most women love to be taken by a man. Most women love it when a man has his wicked, sexual way with her naked body.” She laughed. “Most women are whores.”

Wishing that I knew all of this before, I couldn’t believe all that Colleen had told me about Gwen and about women.

“It is? They do? They are?”

She laughed.

“Being stripped naked and a man having his wicked, sexual way with my naked body has always been my sexual fantasy,” she said again while giving me a sexy look. “I was so hot for you, when Maureen stripped me naked,” she said giving me a kiss and taking hold of my cock again. “I was so sexually aroused when you saw me naked that first night that we met.”

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The ringing telephone interrupted our conversation and brought me back to reality. I left to room to answer it and closed my office door to allow myself some privacy.

“Hello? Oh, hi! How are you? It’s so nice to finally talk to you.” I said to the voice on the other end of the phone.

I was not only shocked by the identity of the caller but also by what this unexpected telephone caller asked of me.

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Mature Man & Maiden Maureen, Chapter 17:

Threesome sex in the shower with Colleen and Gwen.

“Yes, of course, I’d love for you to come and stay for a visit. When? Next weekend? Okay. Sure. I’d love to finally meet you. Hotel? No, don’t be silly. I won’t hear of it. I have plenty of room to put you two up here at my house.”

I stopped talking to allow her to talk and to listen to what she had to say.

“Oh, you’re coming alone and without your husband? I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sorry that he can’t make the trip,” I said. “I would have liked to have met him. I hope he feels better. Give him my best regards,” I said.

I paused again to listen to what more she had to say.

“Yes, of course, I’ll e-mail you directions to my house. Just let me grab a pen and paper. What’s your e-mail address? Okay, I have it. I’ll see you late Friday afternoon or early Friday evening. Good-bye,” I said hanging up the phone.

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I couldn’t believe that I was finally going to meet Carol, Maureen’s, and Gwen’s mother. After talking her out of staying at a hotel, I couldn’t believe she was coming for the weekend to stay with me. I thought it odd that her husband wasn’t coming with her. Maybe, he really is sick. Yet, why not postpone her trip to when he’s feeling better and could come along to, at least, do some of the driving? Maybe, he’s not sick, wanted nothing to do with me, and didn’t want to meet me.

Not knowing what to expect with her visit, if she was as attractive as Colleen told me that she was, I wondered if she was expecting or would be open to my sexual advances. Having already seen the photos that Gwen showed me of her mother in her bra and panties, topless, and even naked, she looked plenty attractive to me. After giving her some wine, while hoping that she’d become as tipsy as Maureen and Gwen did before falling asleep when drinking alcohol, I wondered if she’d allow me to carry her to bed.

Even though Gwen had said that her mother was not shy about nudity and could have been a nudist, I wondered if she was more modestly moral like Maureen or more of a whore like Gwen. Becoming horny with the thought that if she became inebriated, I wondered if Carol would allow me to undress her when putting her to bed. In the way that Maureen had stripped Colleen naked and in the way that I had stripped Gwen naked, how hot would that be to strip Carol naked, too?

How hot would that be if she wanted to have sex with me? How hot would that be to have not only received blowjobs from Maureen, and Gwen, but also from their mother? Way ahead of myself, I haven’t even met the woman and I’m imagining undressing her, stripping her naked, and having sex with her.

‘Stop it! I needed to have more respect,’ I thought. ‘What’s wrong with me to be so perversely perverted? Had Maureen and our unborn baby not died, Carol would have been my mother-in-law and the grandmother of my child. It’s so wrong of me to think of her in such a sexual way.’

When I hung up the telephone, I thought better of saying anything to Colleen about the identity of the caller or about the details of the telephone call. I don’t know why, but for some reason, I kept it from her. I didn’t want her to know that Carol was coming for a visit. Besides, I took the call in my office with the door closed and she was in the kitchen drinking coffee and was unable to hear anything.

Now, I was suddenly preoccupied with the thoughts of my surprise visitor making an unexpected visit next weekend. Well, if nothing else, it will give me the reason to clean my house. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table with Colleen. I enjoyed staring across at her. She was so beautiful.

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Collen and I drank our coffee while chatting like old friends who haven’t seen one another for a while. We enjoyed one another’s company without any of the uncomfortable pauses in our conversation that happens sometimes when I haven’t seen someone in a while and begin to grow apart. Over the years, an observation that I made, which is, once I’ve seen someone naked, experienced the sexual pleasure of their body, and given them the sexual pleasure of my body, there’s nothing left to hide. No longer a mystery what they look like naked, there’s no longer any shame or embarrassment.

After having sex with someone, a bond of friendship is formed where, even if years pass without seeing that person, I still hold a deep, rooted fondness that I held for them when I first sexually got together with them. All the pretenses, along with the false barriers of inhibitions, are gone. At that point, more like old lovers reuniting, I’m more than friends with them.

There’s a freeing openness after having had sex with someone. Someone I ordinarily felt close to begin with, and now I’m linked together with in a bond of sexual lust and romantic memories of love that will last me for the rest of my life. Being that I was their lover, having entwined our naked bodies for romance, for love, and/or for sex, it’s as if we’re one person. That, I think, is the biggest thing that I like about the swinging lifestyle.

When I swapped partners with another couple, I instantly connected with them and became close friends with them. That’s how it was for me, when I was in the swinging lifestyle so many years ago. That’s how I felt about Gwen and Colleen now. I felt as if they were more than friends. I felt close to them.

Should I have sex with Carol, hopefully, I’ll have that sexual connection and deep rooted friendship with their mother, too. Yet, here I go again, imagining something that may never happen. Why would someone like her have sex with me? She doesn’t even know me. She only knows of me through her deceased daughter, Maureen.

Of course, there are exceptions to every rule. The exception to this rule is when the person who you’ve seen naked, experienced the pleasure of their body, and given them the pleasure of your body is an ex-husband or an ex-wife or a psycho, stalking boyfriend, or girlfriend. At that point the bond of trust is broken and the pretenses and inhibitions are replaced by fear, disgust, betrayal, and/or anger.

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We drank our coffees and made small talk while waiting for Gwen to emerge from the bathroom naked. It seemed as if she was taking a long time in there but women are like that. As if peeing against a tree, a wall, or in an open trough in the men’s room of a baseball or football game, guys just stand, pee, and give it a quick shake, wash their hands, and they’re out of the bathroom. They’re done.

Women, on the other hand, look at their hair, check their makeup, reapply their lipstick, stare at any imagined new wrinkles, and check for lumps on their breasts. Then, they turn one way before turning the other way while looking at their body to see if they are suddenly fat or are still fat. Once guys reach a certain age, the age of their baseball caps, as a daily fashion accessory, men just don’t care that much about their appearance other than to make sure there are no boogers hanging from their noses.

‘Okay, just a quick check of my nose, there no boogers, I’m good to go,’ I said after peeing, shaking my cock dry, and zipping my pants.

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The unexpected sound of the shower interrupted our conversation. As soon as we heard the shower, we looked at one another and laughed at the fact that we both had the same sexy idea at the same time. There’s something erotic about sharing personal time with someone, such as taking a shower together. I put down my coffee and removed my bathrobe while watching Colleen as she put down her coffee and quickly removed her clothes.

Damn, she was right about me being sexually excited while watching a woman strip herself naked. It was hot watching Colleen strip off her clothes. As if I had never seen a naked woman before, as if I had never seen her naked before, I watched her remove her short skirt, her blouse, her bra, and her panties. I love watching women, especially women who have a hot body like Colleen’s body, undress and get naked.

She had a fabulous body, even if she does have fake tits. Yet, with breast implants more affordable now, many women have surgically enhanced breasts. Still, with her flat and tone stomach, her long, shapely legs, and her sexy, round ass, she looked good, really good.

Only, her breasts didn’t move in the way that natural breasts move, jiggle, and sway like Gwen’s huge breasts. Also, her nipples appeared unusually higher making her tits appear a bit too perky. Still, tits are tits and I loved Colleen’s big tits nearly as much as I loved Gwen’s huge breasts.

As soon as we entered the master bathroom, Gwen had already soaped up when we walked in on her. She didn’t immediately notice us enter the shower. She had her eyes closed and was softly singing to herself, while washing her hair.

She was using the master bedroom shower, a space that was certainly big enough for the three of us. Matter of fact, with the shower having three shower heads, one on each side and a rain shower in the middle, three more people could easily fit in my shower. If there ever was the need for having six people showering and/or sexually playing together, my shower could accommodate them. Hey, you never know, there could be a plane crash on my street with the female survivors needing to take an emergency shower.

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‘Okay, for your, uhm, personal safety, I’ll be showering with you,’ I imagined saying to the female, plane crash survivors. ‘I need five women at a time to strip themselves naked and to take a shower with me. No, please don’t remove your clothing, just yet. I’ll call your name.”

Reading from the passenger list, I selected five women at a time to shower with me.

‘You, Sister Mary Francis. You, Heather, the tall, Texas blonde. You, Chrissy, the cheerleader type. You, Ramona, the Angelina Jolie look-a-like. And you, Gloria, the pretty woman with the big breasts,’ I imagined saying.

‘Why do you need to shower with us,’ I imagined one of the women asking?

‘For your own safety, it’s important that I shower with you, so that I, um, can check you for injuries. Yeah, that’s it. I need to check you for injuries. I’ve had some medical training watching medical shows on television,’ I imagined saying again. “Please form a single line and put your arms over your head, so that I can slowly, I mean, quickly undress you.’

Then, someone asked about the male passengers.

‘Pardon? What’s that? No, the men can use the other bathroom at the end of the hall. Yes, they can check themselves for their own injuries. I won’t be doing that. Geez, do I look gay to you,’ I imagined saying?

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When I remodeled my house several years ago, after selling my first book, I put extra attention and money into the kitchen, the bathrooms, and the closets. I installed quartz countertops, new kitchen cabinets, and a walk-in pantry in the kitchen. I bought high-end, stainless, steel appliances for the kitchen. I installed matching countertops, new faucet fixtures, and new tile on the walls and on the floors in the bathrooms. Then, with the kitchen now overlooking the living room, I removed a couple of walls to have an open floor plan.

I made all of the bedroom closets walk-in closets with plenty of built-ins for hats and shoes. I installed plenty of racks to hang clothes. Making sure that I’d have a return for every dollar that I spent, the closets were just as functioning beautiful as was the kitchen and the bathrooms.

I removed all the carpeting throughout the house, even from the stairs. Then, I sanded and stained the hardwood floors throughout the whole house. I changed all of the light fixtures, the fans, and added recessed lighting throughout the house. By the time that I had completed the renovation, my house looked as if it was brand new on the inside.

I knew that those extra cost additions would pay me dividends whenever the time came that I wanted to sell the house. Having a better kitchen and bathrooms with bigger closets would enable me to sell the house quicker, too. Women loved my kitchen, my bathrooms, and my closets. Now that I suddenly had female houseguests, I was glad that I constructed a more woman, friendly house.

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I grabbed the soap from Gwen and started soaping her up, while paying special attention to her enormous breasts, her red, trimmed pussy, and her shapely ass. Shockingly, her tits, her pussy, and her ass were so very dirty. I really needed to take the extra time and care to scrub them good, really good.

A hardship for me to bear scrubbing a dirty girl’s tits, pussy, and ass but it was one that, as host of the house, took it upon myself to do. It was my responsibility to my female houseguests, after all. If ever I wanted to feel up a woman, volunteer to soap her up and she’ll love it. Trust me, it worked every time. Of course, it helped greatly if the woman is already naked and standing in the shower.

‘Hello, police, there’s a perverted man standing on the corner holding a bar of soap and a towel. He’s asking passing women if they want him to soap them up, while taking a shower with him,’ I imagined someone reporting me to the police.

I loved standing behind her soaping up her back all the way down to her ass and lower still down between her legs. As I reached around her and soaped up her huge, firm tits, my hand slid down her flat stomach and continued to the far reaches of her pussy and, then, back around to her ass, and all over again. Over and again, I soaped her up tits, her pussy, and her ass. I soaped up her naked body up really good.

This may be my last chance to have sex with Gwen. I may never see her again. She was leaving soon for to find an apartment before starting her new job.

I had hoped that she’d stay with me longer, a lifetime, but, now, after I experienced her insatiable, sexual appetite, her need for physical pain, personal harm, and punishment, her one week visit was enough to last me a lifetime. Besides, she was so young and energetic that she made me feel old and tired. Wearing me out, she exhausted me.

Even though I enjoyed having sex with her, I’d be happy to have some normalcy in my life, again. After having non-stop sex with two, beautiful, young women, I was looking forward to having a hot dog grilled on the barbeque and a beer, while watching the ballgame from my recliner. Beyond exhausting, this marathon sex is killing me. Hopefully, a new sexual fantasy of mine, I was hoping to have sex with someone my age, I was hoping to have sex Gwen’s mother, Carol.

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I started making out with Colleen and then with Gwen. She reached down and soaped up my stiff cock good, really good. The feel of her firm, young grip on my soapy prick felt so slippery good.

Then, I turned to face Colleen while Gwen continued soaping up my big dick from behind. I soaped up Colleen’s, naked body. The feeling of soaping up two, different naked women, going from one to the other and back again, was erotically depraved.

Nothing more than a sexual fantasy having a threesome in the shower, I never expected to have sex with two women at the same time. Yet, first I had threesome sex with Maureen and with Colleen. Now, after having sex with Gwen, I was about to have threesome sex with Colleen and Gwen. Life doesn’t get any better than this.

Even though they both had great bodies, they both had different bodies. Colleen was a little shorter and didn’t have the broad shouldered, slim waist, athletic build of Gwen. Whereas Gwen was a 36, double, D cup, and had huge, natural breasts, Colleen had a 34, D, cup, with surgically enhanced breasts. Where Gwen was firm, Colleen was more, womanly soft. Nonetheless their body dissimilarities, both women had great bodies that added to the stiffness of my erection.

Then, when I pushed Colleen up against the shower wall, she reached down and inserted my erect cock in her wet pussy. I lifted her up and held her in place while humping her in a slow rhythm before humping her faster and harder. I made love to her before fucking her. As if we were one, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my back.

Gwen was on her knees kissing my ass. Then, I felt it. In the way that Colleen had done months before, I felt Gwen’s tongue licking the inside my ass crack. There’s no feeling like it. She was tossing my salad. I was really getting into her licking my ass.

Gwen’s tongue in my ass felt so good that I had a difficult time on focusing on fucking Colleen. If she inserted her finger deeper in my ass, she’d make me immediately cum. Definitely, Gwen would make me cum in Colleen’s pussy if I allowed her to continue tossing my salad. Not knowing how I’d feel about making Colleen pregnant in the way that I had made Maureen pregnant, I hoped she was on the pill.

Well aware that Colleen was here for, at least, a few more days and that Gwen was leaving tomorrow, I lowered Colleen to a standing position. Then, I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and turned to face Gwen. Before I could move, practically slapping her across the face with it, as soon as I turned to Gwen, she took my cock in her mouth.

There she was in the shower on her knees sucking my cock. I wasn’t ready to cum, yet, but she was intent on sucking me. She made all of those sexy, cocksucking sounds that women make and that guys love to hear, when they’re getting blown. Between the blowjobs that Maureen and Colleen gave me, Gwen was the best cocksucker.

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I reached down, lifted her off her knees, pulled her up to me, and kissed her. Normally, I would have had her brush her teeth and tongue before kissing me but having just soaped up and washed my ass thoroughly and not having moved my bowels yet this morning, I was squeaky clean. Besides, I was so freaking turned on that I think that I would have kissed her even if I just had a bad case of diarrhea. Then, something that Colleen taught me to do, I gave Gwen a hard wallop on her ass.

‘Wham!’

She rewarded me with a more passionate kiss. I returned her passionate kiss with my passionate kiss. Then, I walloped her ass hard, again.

‘Wham!’

I could feel her suddenly getting more sexually aroused. Thanks to Colleen, I understood Gwen much better. I was beginning to get the hang of this sadomasochist stuff.

I squeezed her tits and pulled her hair as hard as I could. Then, we fell back against the shower wall. With me against the wall and with her back facing out to Colleen. I knew that Colleen would take the signal of Gwen’s sexual vulnerability. As I fucked Gwen, Colleen tossed her salad.

Every now and then, Gwen jumped as if startled. I wondered why she jumped so suddenly every so often. I wasn’t complaining it felt good to have her jump like that because it felt like a hump and that made my cock go deeper inside her pussy. Then, when I looked over Gwen’s shoulder, Colleen had pinched her ass, while eating her pussy from behind while I fucked her from the front. Gwen had become sexually aroused by Colleen’s painful, pinching action and from me fucking her.

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The three of us stopped sexually playing to finish our shower and, once we dried off, we headed back to the bedroom and to the bed. Gwen rushed out to the kitchen to get some coffee while Colleen and I kept the bed warm for her. Although I was hot to fuck Colleen, I knew that I could have sex with her any time after Gwen left for home tomorrow.

I didn’t know when and if I would ever get another chance to have sex with Gwen again. I wanted to spend more time with her hot body and I got the impression that Colleen wanted to spend more time with her hot body, too. I figured the two of us could give Gwen a day of sexual pleasure that she’d soon not forget.

Gwen gulped down her coffee and jumped in bed between us. I was eager to watch the two women together. Colleen took my not so subtle cue when I scooted over to give the them more room on the bed. They started kissing with Colleen acting more like the man.

While she made out with Gwen, being a bit rough, which was what Gwen wanted her to be, Colleen felt and squeezed her tits, and pulled and twisted her erect nipples hard. Then, she reached down between her legs and fingered her clit before inserting a finger deep inside of her. Gwen was instantly aroused by Colleen’s forceful actions and it was sexually exciting for me to watch these two women make out like this. Colleen had Gwen moaning within seconds.

After watching the women for several minutes, time that was unbearably long for me to be excluded from their erotic fun, I motioned for Colleen to scoot up higher while I scooted down lower. I made myself comfortable between Gwen’s legs while Colleen practically sat on her face. The three of us were hoping to have an orgasmic chain of pleasure. Just as it didn’t take Gwen long to make Colleen cum, it didn’t take long for me to make Gwen cum.

“Oh, Gwen. Gwen. My God, Gwen. Don’t stop fingering me. Don’t stop licking me. You’re going to make me cum. You’re going make me cum,” said Colleen.

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Colleen had already done most of the sexual work with her making out with her and finger fucking her. It was up to me to continue with my tongue and my fingers where Colleen had left off. Gwen was getting close to cumming, as I could taste the difference in her juices when she did. She tasted warmer and sweeter when she had an orgasm on my tongue.

While Gwen fingered and ate Colleen, I fingered and ate Gwen. Suddenly, she was nearly there and close to having a sexual orgasm. Her vaginal her juices were warmer and sweeter. I looked up watching her orgasm.

“Oh, Mark. Right there. That’s it. Rub my clit harder. Finger fuck me deeper. I’m cumming, Mark,” said Gwen. “I’m cumming.”

Gwen arched her back and stiffened her legs while cumming. She remained quiet while enjoying the afterglow of sex. Then, ready to blow me, she returned back to life again.

I reached up, squeezed her tits, and pulled and twisted her nipples while hoping that would push her over the top and it did. The more sexually aroused Gwen became with my licks, finger fucking her, rubbing her clit faster and harder, squeezing her tits, turning, and twisting of her nipples, and pulling her hair, the more she got into licking Colleen’s pussy. It was electrically exciting to have two women getting off nearly at the same time.

Then, it was my turn. Colleen started blowing me. She teased me at first with little licks that started with my balls, and that eventually led to her taking my cock deep in her throat, while Gwen tossed my salad, again. When I turned away from Colleen to face Gwen, Colleen resumed tossing my salad where Gwen left off and Gwen impaled her mouth on my cock.

Back and forth, they took their turns trying to get me off. First Colleen sucked my cock while stroking my prick, then Gwen sucked my cock while stroking my prick. There I was a 50-year-old man getting blown and having his salad tossed by alternating 25-year-old and 23-year-old women. Sex doesn’t get any better than this.

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It amazed me that I didn’t cum. Too tired, maybe, because I was still feeling the effects of last night this morning, but I was glad that I accidentally took a Cialis instead of a Viagra last night. With the Cialis, I was good to maintain an erection for another 24 hours, whereas the Viagra would have worn off long ago.

Old habits die hard and my doctor insisted that I no longer needed the Viagra or the Cialis, once he prescribed the testosterone supplement, Andro-gel. Still, I felt like a 35-year-old man again, whenever I took a Viagra or a Cialis in conjunction with the Andro-gel. Getting older is not an easy pill to swallow.

I needed to fuck Gwen, again. I pulled my cock from Colleen’s mouth and turned to Gwen. She reached down and inserted my cock inside of her warm and wet pussy as I mounted her.

She was so wet and so ready. I couldn’t imagine either of these women saying no or that they had a headache. Gwen pushed me back with her strong legs, rolled me over, and mounted me. She rested her knees on the bed with her ass raised up in the air a little. Colleen took up position behind Gwen and tossed Gwen’s salad as I fucked her.

I humped her higher to give Colleen some clearance to work with and for her to maintain contact with Gwen’s vital, sexual parts. I could feel Colleen’s tongue on my testicles and moving up from where my cock was in Gwen’s pussy and further upward. There’s nothing like the feel of a threesome, one older man with two younger women.

It’s total, sexual involvement, and when one tires, he or she can take a break and allow the other two to continue. Only, I was the only one tiring. These women were insatiable.

Between my fucking Gwen and Colleen tossing her salad, it didn’t take Gwen long to cum again. I was happy that I still had enough of a stiff cock for Colleen. We assumed the same position of Colleen on top and with me under her and fucking her. This time, Gwen tossed her salad.

Colleen was unable to hold back for very long and she gave it up within a few minutes. Fortunately, with the thoughts of what was to come, I was able hold back, too. I didn’t want to cum in Gwen or in Colleen’s pussies. I was saving myself for my favorite position, the magical magnificence of a dual blowjob.

“Mark, Jesus, you’re going to make me cum again. Hump me faster. Hump me harder. Don’t stop humping me,” said Colleen suddenly falling quiet while enjoying the afterglow of orgasmic sex.

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The women took their positions on either side of me taking their turns sucking my cock while scooting up to French kissing me in-between blowing me. Then, when they both took up sentry at my cock, I reached both my hands down and grabbed Gwen’s right tit in my right hand and Colleen’s left breast in my left hand.

I was in Heaven and it would only be a few minutes before I shot all that I had in me in their mouths. It was then that I exploded a huge load of warm cum in Gwen’s mouth. Colleen licked the rest of my cum off, while continuing to blow me.

Just as she released my cock from her mouth, another gush of semen exploded out of my cock and hit Gwen across the face. After giving Gwen a cum bath, both women laughed uncontrollably. Except for the first time having sex with Maureen, may she rest in peace, this was one of the best sexual times that I have ever had in my life.

Then, while Gwen went to use to bathroom to clean up, Colleen and I started making out like horny teenagers. She kissed me as if she was in love with me and I couldn’t take my hands off of her big tits. Of course, the first thing that I thought of was rebound sex.

She had just broken up with her boyfriend after she found someone else, cheated on him, and he left her. Hey, rebound sex is okay with me. After being with Colleen like that, again, like the first night that I was with her, I couldn’t wait for Gwen to go home.

I wanted to be alone with Colleen to see where this would go. Maybe, this wasn’t rebound sex. Maybe, this was something real. Yet, I enjoyed having sex with Colleen as much as I enjoyed having sex with Gwen.

Even though it struck me as odd how Colleen suddenly appeared, again, out of the blue after leaving so abruptly, I was happy she was here. I was thrilled to see her again. I understood her motives for leaving but it was difficult to lose a friend after losing Maureen. In that regard, her leaving was a bit selfish, but I chalked that up to her immaturity.

After all, I lost Maureen, too, and Colleen and I could have helped one another through our tears and sorrow by staying together longer, at least, until the hurt healed, somewhat. Nonetheless, the timing of her resurfacing was good and something that I needed. She helped me understand how to control Gwen.

Yet, before Colleen and Gwen, I was alone and lonely. Now, after spending some hot, sexual time with the both of them, I felt like my old self again. Now, I wanted to do things and experience life again instead of getting drunk while watching television. Only, I knew that Colleen was leaving soon, too. I don’t know when and I didn’t know why, I just knew that she’d leave me again, soon.

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Colleen and I helped Gwen pack her car with her sister’s things. Although, I offered them all to her, Gwen gave Colleen some, personal mementos of Maureen’s. She allowed me to keep the photos that I took of Maureen, the jewelry I bought her, and a few keepsake reminders of her. It was sad packing up the boxes of Maureen’s stuff.

None of us relished the idea of going through her closet and drawers, but we did. Along with having a little wine to help numb our way through the process and having one another there for the emotional support, somehow, we packed it all up. Actually, it was easier with the three of us doing it. When one of us came across something that made us nostalgic about Maureen or made us feel melancholy, we had the other two to help us through it with hugs and by sharing the laughter and the tears.

Nonetheless, even though she was dead, it felt like we were invading her privacy. It felt as if any minute she would walk through the front door, catch us going through her private and personal possessions, and admonish us for being so insensitive and invasive. Months later, we were all still in shock and none of us could believe that she was dead.

It felt as if it were a bad dream. It felt as if she was still alive and only gone from the house for an extended period of time on a trip and would return. With Maureen dying so suddenly and so tragically, I firmly believed that the good die young. I guess I’ll be among the living for a very long time.

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We said our good-byes complete with hugs, kisses, and promises to stay in touch. Yet, I knew that once she left that I would never see Gwen, again. She was a honey of a girl. Any man would be lucky to win her heart, as long as he could sexually satisfy her and physically please her with punishing pain.

Whichever lucky guy gets her, certainly, will have his hands full, but boy what a ride. I envied him. If only I was younger, I would have never let her go. A woman that beautiful, that sexy, that shapely, and that sexually uninhibited is a rare find.

Still, just as it was all a fluke how Maureen had come in and gone out of my life, it was a fluke that I had hot sex with two, 25-year-olds, Maureen, and Colleen. Then, even more outrageous, I still couldn’t wrap my head around that I had sex with Maureen’s, 23-year-old, younger sister, Gwen. Unfortunately, my only, real memories of Maureen left me. Now the only images that I have of her haunt me. Yet, I still have Missy, her Golden Retriever.

When I’m alone and lonely, Maureen comes to me in my thoughts and I think of her. Unfortunately, thinking of her makes me sad and makes me feel even more alone and even more lonely. It’s a vicious cycle of self-pity, self-indulgence, and depression.

Probably, I should join a support group. Perhaps, I should seek therapy to help me through the loss of her. No doubt, preferring to suffer through it alone and using the loss of her as an excuse to return to drinking, I won’t seek psychological help.

Especially now after meeting Gwen, she filled my mind with the memory of her sister. It was startling how much she looked like Maureen. The contrast of Maureen’s bright, blue eyes was shocking against her red, lush, and long, beautiful hair. With Gwen having the same red hair and the same blue eyes as her sister, for the time that she was with me, it felt as if Maureen was alive again.

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Just when I was beginning to feel a bit better, Gwen arrived to outshine her dead sister. And now she’s gone and now I am back to missing Maureen. I’m glad that I still have Colleen here to help me through another day, even if it is only temporary.

One day at a time is good advice and what I need to do is to finally get me through the horror of losing Maureen, the love of my life. Nonetheless, it felt good to finally be home alone with Colleen. I felt more connected to her than I did Gwen. Although, I knew that I’d never feel the connection with Colleen that I had with Maureen, I still enjoyed her company and I liked having her around.

She was fun and she gave life to the house. Unfortunately, nonetheless, it still felt like sex with Colleen and not love. Although there was a huge sexual attraction between us, that is where it began and ended.

I was glad for her visit because I knew that once she left, again, she’d never be back. I’d never see her again. Yet, when she left, she’d be out of my system. I’d have no more second doubts wondering if she and I could have made a go at it. I know now that it was not to be and that she was just a good friend with benefits.

For the next few days, I had trouble concentrating on anything but that surprise telephone call and about the upcoming weekend. Maureen’s mother, Carol, was coming for a visit to meet me. I must have made quite the impression with her for first, Maureen’s sister, Gwen, to drive all that way from Rochester, New York east to where I lived in Boston, Massachusetts. Now, her mother wanted to meet me, too. It was a long drive.

To be continued…