A Fantasy About Love

Chapter 14: An agreement

When I woke up, Maureen was already awake, too. She smiled, kissed me and said: "Enjoy your freedom today and tomorrow -- remember that whatever or whoever you want, is yours."

Eileen woke up also and stretched her body lazily and took off the blanket that had covered us during the night. "Well, this looks delicious..." and took my penis in her hand. "Good morning, lover!" and started to kiss it slowly.

Maureen winked at me. "Let's see how things will develop, Mom."

She kissed me again, gave me her breasts to caress and got up. "How do you want us today, my love? Nude or dressed?"

That was an easy answer: "Both, love."

She hesitated a moment and then nodded, saying that she had exactly what I wanted, and left for the bathroom to refresh herself and prepare breakfast. When she came out, Eileen was trying to prepare my shaft for action, but Maureen decided: "Mom, we'll have breakfast first. Let the guy alone for a moment!"

Eileen glared at her daughter but backed off. She huffed and got out, but when I whistled, she came back and presented her breasts for kissing. "Will you not tire off this, darling?"

I responded that as long as the breasts were hers or Maureen's, I would never ever tire of kissing them. That earned me a kiss and off she went, too.

Slowly I got up and did my things, put on tennis shorts and went to see what my two beauties were doing. They were in the kitchen and when I entered, both turned for my inspection.

"You said dressed and nude, my love. Is this satisfactory?"

It was definitively both -- a thin strip of transparent cloth was bound around her neck, doing down under her arms and coming back together under her breasts, leaving them exposed to my eyes. From that point several long strips of about five inches in width were stitched to the strip under the breasts and dangling to almost the floor. They were connected at hip level by a large, golden circle leaving her pussy also open for my admiration.

Maureen had this thing (and I could not decide what to call it) in green to go with her eyes, Eileen in red to go with her hair. Maureen had her hair down and some locks were playing with her nipples; Eileen had done it up, a perfect mix of class and nudity. I stared and there is no other word for this, at the beautiful sight in front of me and only could only say that they were stunning and absolutely a feast for my eyes.

Maureen asked me to sit down and enjoy breakfast; Eileen added that there were additional pleasures to enjoy and sat on my lap.

"Maureen told me how you fed her in Sydney. I want the same treatment, exactly the same treatment!"

She pushed my shorts down and kindled my penis and it immediately responded by coming to attention. I was wondering how I was still able to perform, since the attention I had received from both ladies was overwhelming, but I always had had the necessary stamina to complete whatever was thrown at me -- and the rewards in this case were significantly more pleasant than what I had experienced before.

She took my hand and placed it on her wet pussy: "Darling, you can see and feel that I am ready for you" and she rubbed my finger through her pussy, then took my shaft and placed it at her entrance. Pushing forward, I entered her and slowly felt her muscles contracting around me. She wriggled around until she found a comfortable position.

"Darling, now feed me!"

Maureen had watched us, and I asked her to come close and kissed her thoroughly on her lips and breasts, showing my dedication to the beauties of this world. She smiled, but Eileen was not completely pleased that she was not the center of my attention. She wriggled a bit more and even with one of Maureen's breast in my mouth, my penis wanted to contribute to the fun. So I wriggled back and suddenly, Eileen shuddered and came. It was a funny, but exciting feeling; kissing the breast of one woman and feeling another one come with you inside her.

Maureen thought so, too, as she pushed her breast forward into my mouth and led my hand to her pussy, pushing my fingers inside. A few rubs and she came also.

She bent forward and kissed me: "Thank you, my love. You confirm every time why I love you."

Eileen had also recovered and leaned back saying: "I have pretty breasts, too, and you have not paid any attention to them. Please correct this!"

So I kissed her lovely proud breasts and, at the same time, felt her inner muscles slowly massaging my shaft. She looked at Maureen and asked whether there was any food in this house? Maureen smirked and put toast and a cup of coffee in front of her.

"Feed me, James."

I ignored her and she turned to me and repeated "Feed me, James."

I ignored her again and she was upset.

"You did this for Maureen - why don't you do this for me?"

"Maureen said 'please', Eileen."

She looked at me and realized that she had messed it up again. I wondered what to say, but not getting her upset and sad.

"Eileen, don't push. We decided to see whether during this weekend we can please each other and find a way to live together. If you try to push or be the female executive, it won't work. Even if this hurts you, I've to say that Maureen is more important to me than you are; you are her mother, my lover, and a beautiful woman to love. You're not the dominant part of our relationship -- and Eileen, this is the last time I say it. One more time and we'll be just good friends."

She started to cry and said that she did not mean to be so pushy. It was just that she had been so lonely these years and that she needed to compensate for the loss of her husband. She knew that she wanted more attention than she deserved, but would I please forgive her one more time? If I wanted to leave now, she would understand and do it, but I should know that she never would stop loving me, and all I needed was to call and she would come running. She lifted her hips, but before she could disengage from my shaft, I pushed her down again.

"Stay here, my darling. Didn't you tell me to enjoy you? I'm enjoying quite distinctly that I'm in your pussy and that you are close to coming. You're forgiven as long as you continue to be your normal beautiful self" and with that remark, I pulled out and pushed back vigorously, and with a wild shudder and a loud cry she came.

She practically collapsed on me and I held her firm until with a final tremble, she came back to her senses. And so our breakfast ended: Maureen feeding us and I still impaled in her pussy. She came once more, and I accompanied her.

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end and when breakfast was finished, Eileen stepped away from me and looked at her pussy. It was swollen and our juices were dripping out. Wiping it off with her fingers and looking at me, she licked all fluids off her fingers with tongue and lips.

"I definitively want to get this treatment again, and please, James, don't wait too long. And Maureen, take over now. All I can do now is lie down at the pool and relax. He wore me out."

Eileen left for the pool and Maureen and I cleaned up. I obviously used the opportunity to touch a breast, a firm ass, and steal a kiss. Then we went out to the pool, too. The sun was up and burning. I had prepared two colorful outdoor umbrellas and suddenly I realized that everything was color matched -- umbrellas, towels, and sets of glasses and bottles.

Eileen had prepared everything: the chairs were partially in the shadow of the umbrellas, a white wine in a cooler, the sun protector on the table and the lady stretched out on her back, with her legs open a bit. She had taken her 'dress' off and was splendidly nude, waiting for us to join her. Maureen also took her little thing off and lay down beside her mother.

"James, my love, would you pretty please put some sunscreen on my back? And if it isn't too much work, on my front, too?"

I looked over to Eileen and told her that this was the way to receive attention and service. She grinned and repeated Maureen's request.

"James, my darling, would you pretty please put sunscreen on my back? And please don't forget my front -- it needs protection also."

I was pleased that finally, Eileen had entered the game and told them that I was at their service as requested. The two ladies had turned on their stomach and offered their backs to me for oiling and massaging. It was exciting rubbing the oil into their skins, and the farther down I went, the ladies began to participate, wriggling their bodies, moaning a bit, and arching their hips upwards. When I was touching their lower cheeks, they opened their legs wider and gave me full access to the ass and pussy of the women I loved. I was between them and when my fingers penetrated their outer lips, the moaning became an incoherent mumbling. Suddenly, Eileen turned around and Maureen followed.

"James, pretty please, do my front and don't forget one inch of my body."

I started on their shoulders and moved down to their breasts. Again I was fascinated how beautiful they were. Eileen had still her breasts looking upright even lying down, and her areolae were wrinkled and her nipples hard as a rock. Maureen was even firmer, and I adored her puffy areolae and the hard buds waiting to be kissed. I spent some time circling and rubbing breasts, and then went downwards. They opened their legs even wider and Eileen pulled her lips apart, saying that the inside of the pussy needed protection, too. It was a pleasure for me to take some cream and slowly rub it into her thighs and vagina, with my fingers teasing the inside. Maureen also was pleading me to get her ready, and when I moved my fingers deep inside them, they both came loudly.

I thought that I had finished my job and could relax now, but Maureen said: "Quality control, my love -- you forgot the last step to make certain that we are totally protected."

So I started again on her shoulder, went to her clitoris breasts circling, teasing and sucking them, and checking her pussy with my mouth and tongue. When I touched her with my tongue, it grew a bit and gave me the opportunity to suck it and gently bite it. This was too much for her; she arched her hips into my mouth, yelled my name and grasped my head to pull it into her thighs as deep as possible. Her legs circled my head and I could not breathe, but what a wonderful way to die! And then she exploded: her fluids spurting out in great quantity. It was the Maureen I had tasted before -- a light and sweet taste and when she released the death grip on my head and I came back to life again, I was covered with the tasty liquid.

Eileen had watched us with love and when I recovered, she said: "Please, James, I want you to kiss me also. Pretty please? I'll give you whatever you want, but please make me come, too!"

So I repeated the action and she came also with a violent finish, yelling, pulling my head into her pussy, and squirting her juices in release. Hers were saltier, a bit dark and concentrated, but wonderfully tasty, too.

I took my fingers and wiped my face; then I licked one and offered the others to the ladies. Both were a bit groggy, but valiantly raised their heads and licked them clean.

"We taste good on our own or mixed together, Mom. This is an unexpected benefit!"

I lay down between them and decided that now I could relax. I even managed this for a few minutes; then Eileen looked at Maureen and said that she knew that life was not fair, but she felt it was her responsibility to diminish the unfairness in this world. Would she help her to give back to me the joy I had given them, pleasing the women who loved me?

Maureen nodded enthusiastically and both moved slowly downwards. My penis was excited enough to stand up and salute their attention. They moved their bodies so that now their heads were very close to my shaft and they started to caress it. Eileen was kissing the tip and licking off the pre-cum that had accumulated; then she stopped and looked first at me, then at her daughter.

"Maureen, my dear, I find it also unfair that we gain so much pleasure from this part of James' body, but we simply ignore it before and afterwards. I believe that we should show more respect for it and give it a name -- what do you think? This would it also make easier to refer to it when we want to talk about it, or want to call it to us for mutual pleasure, wouldn't it?"

"Mom, you had a brilliant idea! Of course it needs a name, but what should we call it? James, do you have a suggestion?"

I remarked that I held my penis in the highest esteem, but had never thought to personalize it. If they wanted to give it a name, that was for them to decide.

After throwing fancy and occasionally rather indecent names around, they decided to call my penis 'George'. So they went back to their intentions to please George and now it was Maureen who nibbled her way around the shaft and my balls. This was getting more exciting at each moment and when I had Eileen on one side and Maureen on the other nibbling, kissing, rubbing and sucking George, it was too much for me. I yelled my love's name and came. She had my shaft in her hands and took the first quirt into her face; smiling, she turned him around and directed the next one into Eileen's face. The creamy liquid had hit her cheek and her eyes; Eileen had all on her mouth and nose. Then Maureen took George back and swallowed him deep into her mouth. Whatever seeds were left, she swallowed with a huge smile.

Now I was exhausted and really needed to relax. Both ladies were smiling and each one wiped off the face of the other one, but they did not share the drops, but swallowed them alone. I looked at them -- two beautiful nude women looking back at me with a satisfied smile and Maureen said: "Didn't I say that you should enjoy us! And Mom, this is just the beginning of a beautiful friendship for us all: you, James, George and me!"

We pushed the chairs more into the shadows and dozed off, I in the middle with my arms around their shoulders and their heads on my chest.

When I woke up, I was alone. I heard some noises from the pool and saw them standing at one corner of the long rectangular pool, talking to each other. I wondered whether I should sleep a bit more or join them. Considering that my time to be with them and close to them was short and my time to sleep alone in Sydney much more extensive, I decided to get up and join them. When I arrived, Maureen looked up and smiled: "James, if you want to whine that we left and did not give you our breasts to kiss, please remember that you were not in our bed, that you were asleep, and that it is already past noon. If you want to kiss them, please come into the pool and they're yours, but we didn't forget our duties!"

Well, what could I do? I jumped into the pool and swam over to them.

Maureen pushed herself up and presented her breasts: "This is not out of obligation, this is for pleasure!" and I feasted on them. When I had my fill, she pushed me over to her mother: "This is for pleasure, James. Enjoy us!" and I had the pleasure of receiving two more beautiful, firm and proud breasts to caress.

We played around some more and then decided to get lunch going. I would have to handle the grill and they would prepare the rest in the kitchen.

"Should we bother to put on a dress, or will you just take it off immediately?"

"Please stay as you are. I've never been in the company of two such beautiful nude women in my life before, and I want to enjoy every moment of it."

We got out and after rubbing their bodies once more all over me, they went inside. There must be better things in life that I was having at this moment, but even trying hard I could not come up with one single one!

The lunch was great, the wine exquisite, the view even better and when occasionally one of the ladies got up to get something from the kitchen, the other sat on my lap for me not to feel alone, and the result was better still. No action materialized as the contact was always brief -- a caress for George, a nip on a breast, and always a kiss on the lips of my women.

After lunch we decided to move inside as even with the sunscreen, we were all turning burned. The ladies had 'dressed' again in their Cretan gowns and I was more than pleased to look at them and to dare an occasional grope. We ended up in the sitting room and started to discuss what to do the afternoon. When I asked whether they wanted to go out for the night, I was told the event for the night was already decided, and that I should not worry.

I was sitting up in the middle of the big couch, and Eileen and Maureen were lying at my left and right, but with their heads in my lap.

"My Love, are you happy? Do you want anything you haven't had from us before? Fulfil your fantasies these two days -- you don't know whether you'll that opportunity again! Do you want Mom and I to make love? I have not done this before, but I would do it for you. I've been told that men dream about two women making love. Imagine she is eating me and you take her from behind ... or vice versa ... Is this something that you want to experience? Just tell us and we'll do it with pleasure!"

I shook my head and gazed at her for a long time.

"Maureen, do I appear to you that I want to live in a sexual frenzy? I'm a healthy man with my normal sexual appetite and I do have my healthy sexual dreams. These dreams circle around you, which recently even include Eileen, and around all the possible ways we can enjoy each other. And you know that I do have a creative mind, and you've happily and fully responded! I cannot simply imagine, however, that I tell you to be eaten by your mother and I take her from behind. ̈

I shook my head, not liking the direction her comment was pointing to.

"Perhaps one day I might even enjoy this, but it would happen naturally -- if you can define this dream as normal. I like to look at you and enjoy your body, but not only the body; I look at the total image of body and heart and soul and I see the sparkle in your eyes and the smile on your lips; I see the creativity you show in inventing tantalizing dresses and bikinis; I see your breasts peeking up and your nipples getting hard; and I see your pussy getting wet and opening its lips, asking me to come in. This is what I see and what I want -- not telling Eileen to get on her knees and eat you, so that I can take her from behind. I know that you want to please me, both of you; but it's love that I'm seeking, not only sexual satisfaction. So can we please once and for all put this discussion behind us and just enjoy the company and the love we all have for each other?"

Maureen nodded quietly and looked at her mother, kissing her gently and caressing her head.

"I told you that we should keep him, Mom. He's for here for the rest of our lives, not for a few moments only. Whatever we want we'll have one day; let's wait for him to be ready, because you and I are ready already. So what will we do to entertain ourselves? Could we play Scrabble? I am good at it and Mom often beats me. James will have problems with the English language and we can beat him up! Let's do this, Mom?"

She jumped up and got the carton with all the letters and the board and placed them on the table.

"We will play for what?" I suggested kisses, but this was immediately rejected. It had to be something more serious, with a higher potential for embarrassment (for the loser) and fun (for the winner). The two whispered, giggled and told me that they had decided. I asked whether I could decide, too, and the answer was a quick 'No'. I warned them, however, that not always the end of the game was how it was planned, but they were confident, and finally, I agreed.

"The Loser has to kiss the Winner for four minutes on the mouth, with tongue and everything else. Groping is encouraged!"