Chapter 17: An Agreement

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

Eileen also woke up, stretched her body lazily and took off the blanket that had covered us during the night. “Well, this looks delicious...” she said, as she took my shaft in her hand, “good morning, lover!” She then started to kiss it slowly.

Maureen winked at me and said, “Let’s see how things 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 before preparing breakfast. When she came out, Eileen was trying to prepare my dick 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 of bed, but when I whistled she came back and presented her breasts for kissing. “Won’t you ever tire of 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?” asked Maureen.

It was definitively both - a thin strip of transparent cloth was bound around her neck, going 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 fifteen centimetres in width were stitched to the strip under the breasts and dangled almost to the floor. They were connected at hip level by a large, golden circle leaving her pussy also open for my admiration.

Maureen had this contraption (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 it, 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 kissed my shaft and it immediately responded by coming to attention. I began to wonder how I would still able to perform, since the attention I was receiving from both ladies was overwhelming; but I had always 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.

Eileen took my hand, placed it on her wet pussy and said, “Darling, you can see and feel that I’m ready for you.” She rubbed my finger through her pussy, took my dick 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 these beauties of the world. She smiled, but Eileen was not completely pleased that she was not the centre of my attention. She wriggled a bit more and even with one of Maureen’s breasts in my mouth, my shaft wanted to contribute to the fun. 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 haven’t paid any attention to them. Please correct this!”

I kissed her lovely proud breasts and, at the same time, felt her inner muscles slowly massaging my dick. She looked at Maureen and asked whether there was any food in the 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 won’t you do it for me?”

“Maureen said ‘please’, Eileen.”

She looked at me and realised that she had messed it up again. I wondered what to say, without getting her upset and sad.

“Eileen, don’t push. We decided to see during this weekend whether we can please each other and find a way to live together. If you try to push or be the CEO, it won’t work. Even if this hurts you, I have to say that Maureen is more important to me than you are; you’re 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 didn’t 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 accept it, but I should know that she never would stop loving me. 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 again.

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. 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 the fluids off her fingers.

“I definitively want to get this treatment again, and please, James, don’t wait too long. Maureen, please take over. 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.

Eileen had prepared everything - the chairs were partially in the shadow of the umbrellas, a bottle of white wine in a cooler, and the sun protector on the table. Everything was colour matched - umbrellas, towels, and sets of glasses and bottles.

The lady was 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 also needs protection.”

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 stomachs and offered their backs to me for oiling and massaging. It was exciting rubbing the oil into their skin. The farther down I went, the more 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 their ass and pussy. I was between them, and when my fingers penetrated their outer lips, the moaning became an incoherent mumbling. Suddenly, Eileen turned over and Maureen followed.

Again, Maureen led off. “James, pretty please, do my front and don’t forget one bit of my body.”

I started on their shoulders and moved down to their breasts. Again, I was fascinated by how beautiful they were. Eileen had still her breasts looking upright even lying down, her areolae were wrinkled and her nipples were hard as a rock. Maureen was even firmer, and I adored her puffy areolae and the hard buds waiting to be kissed. I spent time slowly circling and rubbing their breasts, and then went downwards. They opened their legs even wider, and Eileen pulled her lips apart, saying that the inside of her pussy needed protection too. It was a pleasure for me to take some cream and slowly rub it over 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, then went to her breasts, circling, teasing and sucking them, and checking her pussy with my mouth and tongue. When I touched her with my tongue, her clitoris 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, with her fluids spurting out in great quantity. It was the Maureen I had tasted before - a light and sweet taste. 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 too. 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 finger 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!” Maureen exclaimed.

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, “I know that life’s not fair, but I feel it’s my responsibility to reduce the unfairness in the world. Would you please help me give back to James the joy he’s given us, pleasing the women who loved him.”

Maureen nodded enthusiastically and both moved slowly downwards. My shaft was excited enough to stand up and salute their attention. They moved their bodies so that now their heads were very close to my dick, 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 also find it unfair that we gain so much pleasure from this part of James’ body, but we simply ignore it before and afterwards. I believe we should show it more respect by giving it a name - what do you think? This would it also make easier for us 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, that’s 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 shaft in the highest esteem but had never thought to personalise 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 dick ‘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. 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 dick in her hands and took the first squirt into her face. Smiling, she turned him around and directed the next one into Eileen’s face. The creamy liquid had hit Maureen’s cheek and her eyes; Eileen had it all over 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. They didn’t share the drops, but swallowed them alone. I looked at them - two beautiful nude women looking back at me with a satisfied smile. 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 longer, 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 didn’t give you our breasts to kiss, please remember that you were not in our bed, that you were asleep, and that it’s 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. Eileen said, “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 experiences in life than I was having at this moment, but even trying hard I could not come up with a 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 materialised 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 that 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. 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 this weekend - you don’t know whether you’ll have the opportunity again! Do you want Mom and me to make love? I haven’t done this before, but I would do it for you. I’ve been told that men dream about watching 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 a normal sexual appetite and I do have healthy sexual dreams. These dreams circle around you, and recently even include Eileen, and around all the possible ways we can enjoy each other. 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.

“Perhaps one day I might even enjoy this, but it would have to happen naturally - if you can define this situation 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.”

I looked at both, telling them to listen to me.

“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 here for the rest of our lives, not just for a few moments. Whatever we want we’ll have one day, because you and I are already ready. Let’s wait for him to be ready. So, what will we do to entertain ourselves? Do you want to play Scrabble? I’m good at it and Mom often beats me. James will have problems with the English language, and we can beat him up! What do you say, Mom?”

She jumped up (which made all kinds of interesting movements to her body, ) got the carton with the letters and the board and placed them on the table.

“What will we play for?” 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 the end of the game was not always how it was planned, but they were confident, and finally, I agreed.

Maureen announced, “The loser has to kiss the winner for four minutes - on the mouth and with the tongue. Groping is encouraged!”

She shuffled the letters, distributed nine to each of us and the game began. She had an ‘A’ and started. She placed ‘Asimov’, saying that this was a SF writer. Then it was Eileen’s turn and she selected ‘Mexico’, which used the pink middle square, giving her double points. She smiled satisfied. I added ‘vassal’ to the ‘v’ already present. And so we played for some time and the letters started to diminish and the words to get more difficult. At the end, Eileen had won, and Maureen had lost. She was very upset - this had not been the plan.

I leaned back and said, “Four minutes of French kissing, and some groping, please!”

She looked at her mother, who was waiting with a big grin on her face.

Eileen just said, “Four minutes of French kissing, and a lot of groping, please!”

Maureen looked at me for help, but I just sat there and waited.

I told her, “Maureen, my love, the four minutes only start when you start to kiss, and when you back off, the remaining time is suspended. No escape, my love! Was this not something you wanted?”

She moved slowly to her mother, looked once more at me and placed her lips on Eileen’s lips. We waited for any development, but nothing happened. Finally, Eileen took her daughter’s head into her hands and started to kiss her, with tongue and everything. Maureen was a bit reluctant at first, but then entered into the spirit of the moment. Her tongue came out and teased her mother’s lips and then she leaned forward and gave her a real kiss full of emotion. I had to call time when the four minutes were over as they had their eyes closed and were enjoying the moment.

Maureen blushed all over when she came back to us; it was pretty to see how the blush started on her face, crept down onto her shoulders and then her breasts. “You look beautiful when you blush, my love,” I said, and took her into my arms to kiss. I could still sense Eileen in Maureen’s kiss - different, but nice. Then we started again.

“Mom, the idea was to beat James, not me. Let’s try again but follow the game plan! What are we playing for?”

Eileen said that since French kissing had already been used, we could go down a bit and make love to breasts. “How about five minutes of sensual kissing of the winner’s breasts, with touching further down encouraged?”

Maureen looked at her and whispered, “Are you sure we can beat him?”

Eileen nodded confidently and off we went. The scores went up and up, and Eileen played well enough to be the leading scorer. When we were getting close to the end, I managed to give Maureen a chance to score big and I scored well also. She counted her score and yelled happily, “I won! I won!”

She became quiet when we counted our scores and, at the end, Eileen was the loser with a one-point difference to me, and Maureen had won. I smiled and told them that I was happy to see my ladies satisfied and was looking forward to the winner claiming her victory and her reward.

Maureen realised that I was not involved again and looked at her mother, “Mom, what happened? You promised that he would lose!”

“Ladies, five minutes of sensual kissing, with touching further down encouraged! Let’s go!”

Eileen shrugged and said that bets are bets, and debts have to be paid. She pulled Maureen up on the couch and knelt before her, her face at the height of Maureen’s breasts. Then she started her work and Maureen closed her eyes. It was obvious that Eileen had done this before (Where had she learned this?), and slowly Maureen started to enjoy the attention. She leaned forward and pushed her breasts into her mother’s face. I knew that she was very sensitive in this area, and when Eileen sucked one nipple into her mouth and tweaked the other one, Maureen came - not explosively, but quietly. Eileen continued to fondle her nipples, but her hand was creeping downwards. She pushed the bit of gauze aside and her finger entered Maureen’s pussy. I called time again and both glared at me.

“Ladies, rules are rules - and you set them!”

They calmed down and when I went to the kitchen to get more wine, I heard them whispering. On my return, Maureen was smirking.

“One more game, but Mom reminded me that we have local rules. All the females can help each other with advice, and all the men can do the same thing.”

“But I am the only man here!”

“That’s your problem. We also agreed that this time, the loser will have to kiss the runner-up until he comes, regardless of whether it takes one minute or ten. Breasts are accepted, but pussy is encouraged, considering that there’s no time limit. The winner can watch, participate or go to sleep - whatever she wants to do.”

I asked them whether they really wanted to go so far since up to now it had been fun. This game would be more serious, and rules had to be obeyed, whether you liked it or not. They nodded and smiled at each other; local rules would help them to maneuver me into the loser’s position, or so they thought. We started and slowly I let myself slip into the losing position. The two were very happy and exchanged advice and smiles - I was going to lose as planned. When we were coming to the end with only a few letters left, I made my play. I had accumulated the right high-value letters and placed them into just the right spot to get a nine-fold count.

They stared at me, “What, for heaven’s sake, is ‘pleonasm’?” Maureen asked.

I smiled, satisfied. I had gone back to my high school education. It seemed that all those hours were not completely wasted.

“This Greek word, my dears, means basically the joining of two similar words, where one should have been sufficient. ‘Malignant evil’ is a pleonasm; and to go back to Vienna and the Imperial Riding School, a grey Lipizzaner means that the horse, a Lipizzaner, which is always grey, is qualified with another grey. Perhaps my control of English isn’t as good as you so graciously commented upon, but occasionally I do have access to more languages than only English, my love.”

They went to get the Oxford Dictionary, but unfortunately for them, I was right. And that wrapped it up. They counted the letters they still had, mine were finished and I had won, with Eileen second and Maureen last.

“I remember that the rule was that the loser, and that is you, Maureen, has to kiss the runner-up, and that is you, Eileen, until she comes. Please start, ladies!” I leaned back to enjoy the confusion. Eileen recovered faster and accepted the lost game; Maureen was still a bit shocked.

“Mom, what am I going to do?”

“You, my dear, will kiss me, touch me, stroke me, and whatever it takes for me to come. Blame your future husband - I’m certain that he didn’t play fair. Bets are bets, however, and debts have to be paid!”

“But here in the sitting room?” she wailed.

“Well, if you prefer, we can go to my bedroom.” And with that, Eileen got up and pulled Maureen along to her room. I followed and sat in one of the chairs as Eileen pulled her little gown up and opened her legs.

“This is all yours now, dear. Enjoy it, and make me enjoy it, too.”

Maureen looked at me, but I just smiled and said that whatever happened, she was still mine and mine alone. She took a deep breath and moved down to her mother’s breasts. Eileen had closed her eyes, but I could see how much she enjoyed the caress her daughter was offering her and how much she would enjoy the others to come.

Maureen hesitantly kissed her mother’s lips and Eileen immediately opened hers, letting her tongue come out, inviting Maureen to come in and visit. This she did and both were soon kissing passionately. Then Maureen moved slowly downward and touched Eileen’s breasts; first lightly, then with more emphasis. When she sucked her nipple in, Eileen started to moan, feeling the tension increase. When a hand moved to the other nipple and stroked it, whilst the other one was still being tongued and sucked, Eileen arched her chest up to be closer to the caresses. Then one hand glided down and touched Eileen’s pussy lips. She spread her legs wide open and started to wail, “Yes, please do me ... yes, put your finger inside me ... yes, this is so nice ... please kiss me there...”

Maureen hesitated for a moment, and then ended up kissing her mother’s outer lips, with her tongue sneaking inside. She seemed to have touched the right spot because, suddenly, Eileen yelled an incoherent sound, arched upwards and pulled Maureen’s head into her thighs. Her fluids shot out, covering Maureen’s face, and she shuddered violently.

When Maureen relaxed, she lifted her head and looked at me.

“Am I still yours, my love?”

I went over to her and took her in my arms. “You’ll always be mine and I yours, whatever happens!”

I kissed her lips, still flavoured by Eileen’s juices, and pulled her close. Then we went back to the bed, where Eileen was recovering from her climax. She closed her eyes.

“James, Maureen, I need to relax for a moment and think about what has happened. Please give me some time.”

I kissed her and she smiled. “That was something else!” she said, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Maureen and I looked at each other and I said that there was that rumor that men made love and fell asleep - this was apparently possible for women too! She nodded and said that she also wanted to sleep a bit, but if I wanted to take her now, she would happily comply.