Chapter 23: Fun in Brisbane

Maureen was already at the airport and the flight to Brisbane was without any problems. Maureen snuggled close into me and I read one of those airport thrillers, where the hero saves the world and gets the girl. The weather in Brisbane was lousy - cool and raining. We took a taxi to Eileen’s home and were pleasantly surprised that the entrance was brightly lit, welcoming us.

Maureen opened the door, and I heard Eileen running to greet us. She shot out of the corridor and first embraced Maureen, then me. She was dressed in a little top with small straps and an opening that went from the middle of her areolae to her bellybutton (where the top actually ended), and a long, slinky skirt, and both were so transparent that she might as well have come naked. Again, I thought that she was a beautiful woman, older than Maureen, more mature, more rounded in the right places, and sexier and somehow more sensual. I would take my Maureen, however, anytime.

She kissed me hungrily and pushed her tongue into my mouth, capturing mine in exchange. Her hands embraced me strongly, running up and down my body. I responded in kind; her skin was soft, and my hands glided effortlessly up and down her back, until they rested on her firm ass cheeks. She started to cry.

“James, I missed you so much that I almost went crazy. Almost every day I came this close to buying a plane ticket and going to Sydney, just to see you, feel you and love you, but you’re finally here!” and she pushed her face into my chest.

Maureen smiled and said, “Mom, he’s yours for the weekend.”

Eileen slowly withdrew from me but clasped my hand with a tight grip.

“You won’t escape me the next two days. Maureen, go read a book or do something similar as I’ll be otherwise occupied. You can finish preparing dinner; get a bottle of my good wine and wait for us.”

She pulled me into her bedroom and told me to shower and please come back immediately. When I did so, she was on her bed, nude as the day she was born, with a radiant smile, reminding me of Goya’s Nude Maja.

She had placed some pillows under her, her hands behind her head, her body inclined towards me and her legs slightly bent, allowing me to see a hint of her pussy. Then she opened her arms and asked to be held tight, as she needed proof that I was there and with her. She started to cry again.

“James, my love, you don’t know how much I missed you. I thought I loved my husband, but that was nothing compared with the feeling I have for you. I really, really need you; I need your smile, your touch and your love, both emotional and physical. Now kiss me and make me feel better.”

After she stopped crying, I concentrated on her emotions, spending my time caressing her body from hair to toes. Her skin was soft as velvet and warm to my touch, her red hair was luscious and reached down to her breasts, her eyes were glowing, her lips were smiling and inviting me to kiss them, which I did at length. On her neck she wore the opal pendant I had given her, and her breasts were upright and waiting to be stroked. Then I glided down to her bellybutton and spent some time burying my tongue in it. She yelled, “That tickles, James!” and, laughing, she asked for mercy.

Finally, I came to her labia; she was getting impatient and pushed her pussy up to be kissed. Her outer lips were completely bare (she must have shaved recently) and soft as silk. Her labia were different from Maureen’s; while Maureen had closed half shells hiding her treasure, Eileen had dark crinkly skin protruding from the inside, asking me to open it and treasure the light red skin inside. Her clitoris was visible and, since she was excited, it had come out to welcome me. As I started to kiss it, she told me she was ready to go. She wanted me inside her, but I preferred to tease her and continued to kiss her sweet spot; then as I added a finger and crept it deeper inside her, she moaned and pleaded for me to take her.

Eventually I relented and started to stroke her clit faster, and when I bit it slightly, she let go, her hands pushing my face into her pussy. She trembled and thrashed her body around as if bitten by fire ants; then she cried my name and her already flowing labia spurted a small jet of her dark scented fluids into my face. It was something she would do only if she was over-excited, and I almost drowned. I did not mind - if she could swallow my seed, I could be bathed by her juices.

When she relaxed, I kissed her labia slowly and licked her clean. It wasn’t something that I had ever imagined I could do, but after receiving the love of these two wonderful women, I could now imagine a lot of things, however, and would be eager to try out them all.

She pulled me up and said, “That has taken the edge off my tension, and I’ll enjoy the continuation much better now. May I please ask you to take me now, oh Lord and Master?”

She threw the pillows on the floor and, lying on her back, opened her legs.

“I want to feel you inside me, feel you filling me up, and be yours, totally and completely.”

She pulled me over her, and her hand grasped my shaft. She aligned it with her entrance and, placing her legs over my hips, lifted herself upwards so that I could enter her slowly. I pushed down and, adapting to her rhythm, I was rapidly hitting bottom.

“Yes, my love, this is what I want. Please go faster,” and I obeyed her command.

The feeling was electrifying - her pussy was hot, wet, soft and tight, yet a perfect fit, and the resistance against my penis when I was rocking against her was making every move more exciting. Our bodies swayed in motion and she wrapped her legs around my waist with all force. “James, faster...”

I felt her body flushing and getting hot; then she suddenly became silent. Her pussy spasmed around my shaft and I felt a hot sensation running through my body. This was too much for me and I also climaxed, filling her up. Finally, we slowly came back to reality, twitching with the aftershocks, both of us drawing out the last remnants of our union.

“Yes, James, I’m yours, totally and always. I missed you and I missed our loving.” She started to smile, “You’d better be prepared for the weekend. Maureen said that you were mine for both days; I shall use her gift to the full extent! I hope you ate a lot of oysters!”

She stretched her body (which made an interesting picture) and looked at her watch.

“I hope that Maureen has been reading an interesting book, because we’ve been here longer than I expected. But that’s her problem, not mine.”

She slowly got up and then came back. “You haven’t said hello to my puppies. They’ve been complaining all the time about how you abandoned them!” and she offered her breasts to kiss.

I said, “Hi, puppies, that you are abandoned is not my fault; just get your mistress to come and let me have you!”

I spent my time nuzzling her nipples and then told her to leave; after all, we had another partner-in-crime waiting for us and I was getting hungry.

“I’m not enough for you? How can you think about food at a time like this?” She started to laugh when the only answer she received was the rumbling of my stomach. “OK, you win. We both need to clean up, so come along, oh Lord and Master.”

She opened the door of the shower and pushed me in; then she followed. She stopped and sniffed my face.

“Is that me I’m smelling...” she asked, licking my cheek, “ ... and is this the way I taste? Not bad, I must say, but I’m probably prejudiced. The next time I eat you I’ll tell you how we compare! But I admire your courage - to be hit by my jet and then clean me up with your tongue! James, that takes love, trust and affection. I know why I invited you into my heart!”

When we finally got out of the bathroom, I put on my customary shorts and t-shirt, and she wriggled back into her little transparent things that I could not call a dress. Maureen looked up when we came back into the sitting room. She was reading a book, as advised, and had changed also, but this time into a long dress that exposed her breasts and emphasised her slender figure.

Eileen sat beside her, pulled me to her side, showing a very content almost satisfied smile, then took my arm and placed it around her shoulder.

“Remember where your hand should be,” she admonished me, and pushed it onto her breast.

“Thank you, Maureen, for the few minutes you gave me. I needed that very much.”

“What do you mean ‘few minutes’? I’ve been sitting here for close to an hour, and to judge from the sounds I heard, you were quite active. Are you satisfied now?”

“Content, yes. Content that I have both of you close to me. Happy, yes. Happy, that we are well, love each other and have two days to ourselves. Satisfied, no. Maureen, I’ve been alone all these weeks, and please remember that I am bound to James the same way you are. Not on the same level, but just as intensely. I need him to touch me to confirm my love, to confirm his love, and to feel that I’m still his. When he took me, he took the edge off my desire, but my longing still exists. I intend to have more of him, make love, give myself to him, explore whatever comes to his mind and act on it, until I can lie back and relax, and only then will I be satisfied. I hope that book is interesting because James and I are going to spend a lot of time in that bedroom; perhaps I could interest you in coming in and participating? I would really like that, and I assume James would survive having two beautiful women in his bed making love to him? Well, James, what is your opinion?”

There wasn’t much I could say after that.

“Have I ever told you how lucky I am having two beautiful women with me? And that both of them know my love for them? And both offer themselves to me to look and touch their beautiful bodies as often as I want? And both are willing to make love, as Maureen said to me ‘anytime and anyhow’! It could not get better! But don’t forget - making love to you is wonderful, but loving you is so much better!”

They looked at each other and finally Maureen said, “Mom, I believe that we should keep him. Come here, my love,” and she gave me a long and deep kiss, and then offered her breasts for my pleasure.

“You’ve ignored them for hours now and they want to know whether you still like them.”

I considered the request (perhaps a moment too long, because she hit me in the chest; she had become aggressive recently, hitting me whenever I did not agree with her, but she immediately kissed the spot to make it better!) and then I dedicated myself to them. The feeling of those wonderful puffy tips was exhilarating, and because her nipples were so sensitive, she started to moan lowly and fidget around. She placed my hand on her pussy, and even through the thin textile I could feel the heat and slickness of her labia. Rubbing her was enough, and she came - not in an explosion, but in a wonderful crescent wave that collapsed on my hand. She opened her eyes and smiled.

“I guess you still like them!”

There was a discreet cough behind us, and Eileen asked whether we were finished so she could have dinner. Maureen got up and stretched, causing all kind of interesting things to happen on her body, and agreed that we were finished for the moment, but as Eileen had said, there were more things to come.

She took my hand and led me to the dining room table. She had done an outstanding job - candles, white porcelain, silver cutlery, a cut of meat that looked like veal, and a bottle of red wine. Eileen looked at it and nodded, “You selected a good wine - I’ve drunk this before and it gets better every time. The Chromy Pinot Noir 1989 is an excellent wine for veal and one of Tasmania’s best. I see that you’ve learned a lot.”

“Mom, what else did I have to do when I was miserable and alone? I ran and read about wines. Thank God drugs never interested me, but please sit down and I’ll serve you.”

Eileen looked at the placement of seats and did not agree.

“Today is my day, and I have a request - may I sit on James’ lap please?”

She was careful to ask for permission as there had been problems before when she assumed she could order Maureen around.

Maureen nodded and Eileen sat gently on my lap, half turned to the table to be able to get food or wine. She was not light, but felt like a woman, ready to be touched and to be kissed. Maureen sat on the other side, grinning at the picture we offered. It was difficult to eat with comfort, but Eileen and I enjoyed the position, and as Eileen moved around and her ass ground in my lap, I could not hide my response to her moves. She felt it too, and slowly increased and changed her movements to escalate the friction. Maureen was watching us with interest - she must have been remembering a similar situation, with her sitting on my lap. She grinned even more when Eileen started to blush and occasionally was at a loss for words.

Suddenly Eileen got up, took off her little skirt and, turning to me, relieved me of my shorts. Then she sat down again, this time with a satisfied smile on her face.

“Now, this is better, my love.”

She looked down where we were almost joined and readjusted herself, so that my shaft was comfortably between her cheeks. The conversation continued, the food was great and the wine even better. She continued to move and I continued to grow, until a sudden movement put my penis close to an open and inviting entrance. She stopped, looked down again and smirked.

“James, this is the back entrance and that is reserved for tomorrow night. If you want to, you can have it, but may I suggest we do this properly tomorrow? There is smoked salmon in the fridge and a bottle of Belvedere on ice for me and a Grey Goose for my daughter.”

Maureen sputtered and said that there were certain things she really didn’t want to hear about while having dinner. Her eyes belied these words - they were sparkling and curious. Eileen asked me to make up my mind, and when I said that I agreed to wait for this pleasure, she suddenly moved again and welcomed me into her front entrance. She settled slowly down on my shaft and, when I was totally inside her, tried to continue the conversation as normal. This was difficult, because Maureen was watching us intently and I was close to coming. Eileen had no choice anymore but to start to move faster and faster. And then it happened - she came with a loud groan, throwing her arms around me, and I followed suit, spurting my seed into her pussy.

After we relaxed, Maureen looked at us and said, “I assume that this finishes the dinner? And are you satisfied now, Mom?”

Eileen needed a few moments to recuperate, but then said happily, “For the next five minutes, yes,” and looking around, suggested that we could clean up tomorrow and should retire now. She got up and our combined fluids ran out of her pussy, but she just wiped it with her fingers and then licked them clean.

“Nothing goes to waste here, my love.”

Then she walked to the bedroom, her hips moving sensually, and her nude body and her smiling face offered more pleasures to come. Maureen followed her in her own sensual strides, making me unable to decide which one I admired more, and I finished the procession. It didn’t take long for us to be naked and enjoying each other’s bodies. To my surprise, Maureen was participating with great interest, checking out her mother’s body, and Eileen, as always, was not behind, doing the same with Maureen. I protested, feeling abandoned, and both turned to me. Maureen declared that she was responsible for the upper half and Eileen for the lower part. This was going to be fun.

Maureen was at my side, starting to kiss me and opening her mouth to let my tongue in. It was welcomed by hers, and we caressed each other. Then she became more aggressive, pushing her tongue into my mouth and sucking on my lower lips. Her arms were holding me tight, and she mumbled, “I love you, James, I love you so much.” Then she stopped and put her head on my shoulder.

Eileen wasn’t forgetting me. I felt her stroking my penis, which was still slick from our juices, and when she took it into her mouth and licked the tip, it was definitely showing interest in a new life. I looked down and saw her glance at the shaft. A clear bubble was slowly growing at the tip, threatening to drip. She stuck out her tongue and caught it; then she swallowed it and moaned a bit.

“This is so nice, James. I love to make love to you!”

She continued to stare at my penis, so I pushed her head down and brought her mind back to the present. She started to lick the head, moving the tip of her tongue up and down, smearing a steady stream of juice across the now shimmering head. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she sucked the head back inside her mouth. She was teasing me, but my moans of frustration made her relent. My shaft was straight and rigid, and after slowly crawling up my body, she moved it to the entrance of her pussy; then she moved up a bit and settled on my hips. While she was pushing herself down, I slipped into her inner lips and, with a last shove, went deep inside. She smiled contentedly and increased her rhythm as I followed her. Quickly, we matched our strokes.

She murmured, “Faster, my love ... Faster and deeper...” and her voice increased in volume, “FASTER ... YES ... NOW ... YES!” and she sank down, blushing all over. Her explosion caused me to follow, and I spurted once more all my seed into her open channel, which caused her to tremble and to repeat her climax. She did not move for a while and then whispered, “Now I’m satisfied!”

She let herself fall to my side and draped her arm and leg over my body. Her labia were still open and fluids were leaking out. Maureen, who had done nothing but watch us with fascination, moved down and wiped the fluids from her mother’s vagina with her finger; then she cleaned her finger in her mouth and repeated the act until the hole seemed to be dry. She moved up again and offered me her finger and I sucked it into my mouth, tasting our combined juices, my own and Eileen’s dark scent and taste. She smiled and pointed to her mother - Eileen was already fast asleep.

Maureen grinned and said that tomorrow would be her turn, but she was tired too. Giving me her breasts to kiss, she snuggled into my arms and, closing her eyes, she was gone. One body was glued to my back with her hands holding me tight, and the other was in front of me, giving my hand free rein of her breasts and hips. What a wonderful way to go to sleep!

During the night I woke up occasionally and still felt my two women around me, protesting against any movement. When we finally woke up, I saw Eileen opening her eyes, with a big smile on her face.

She looked at her daughter and said, “Now, Maureen, I’m fully satisfied. My body is quite exhausted and one certain part of it is very sensitive, but thank God, there is still one part unused, and we will take care of that tonight. Now I shall get up and prepare breakfast to give you two a bit of private time, but first...” she pointed her breasts to me and said, “Wuff, wuff - the puppies say thank you, kind sir.”

I kissed them reverently and she went to the bathroom.

Maureen laughed and asked if this wasn’t this a very silly way of getting up. I agreed but remarked that I would be very disappointed if one day it was abandoned. She stopped laughing and confirmed that it was a gesture of fun and love, and that she enjoyed it tremendously, even making jokes about it. Then she said that yesterday it was Eileen who had all the fun, but now she wanted her turn. She turned onto her back and opened her legs.

“It’s all yours now, my love. Take it!”

My penis was already stiff, and I moved over her; she reached down and guided me into her. She was so similar and so different from Eileen - her body was a bit more slender, her breasts smaller, with very puffy and wide areolae, and her nipples standing up stiff; but the real difference was in the face and the smile. Eileen’s face showed love and lust; Maureen’s showed love, affection, dedication, and complete trust.

I moved at first slowly, but she asked me to go faster; she did not want to make gentle love this morning, she wanted to be taken. I did increase the force and rhythm and she followed. I bent down and sucked her nipple, which made her moan, and then I stepped up the force once more. She started to thrash around and it was difficult to stay deep inside her. At the end, I pinned her down and thrust as far as I could, trying to drill to the other side of her body. She changed from moaning to yelling my name. One more thrust and we both exploded at the same time. My spurts of seed made her feel one climax after the other. She threw her arms around me and hugged me as strongly as she could. I stayed inside her, and every move she made teased my staff and extended its force. We reinforced each other and, at the end, we came once more, gently this time but even more intensely.

I wanted to get off her, but she asked me to stay - she wanted to feel the weight of my body on hers, to carry me and to know that she could not move away from me. She was pinned down, unable to move.

Finally, I rolled off and looked at her. She was deliriously happy, blushing all over, a smile from one side of the face to the other and her eyes laughing.

“My love, I live for days like this - for days when I have you with me, when I can care for you, and when I feel the deep love between us.”

Suddenly Eileen’s face appeared and kissed first Maureen then me.

“That was wonderful to watch, and I can only repeat what she said - my two loves, I live for days like this, for days when I have you here, when I can care for you, and when I feel the deep love that is between the three of us. But enough of this mush; breakfast is ready.”

Maureen laughed and said, “OK, spoilsport, we’ll come.”

She got up slowly, still a bit sensitive from our lovemaking, and, looking at her mother, presented her breasts for my kisses. She enjoyed it as much as I did, and when we were finished she saw her mother still standing there.

“Mom, I know my obligations and my rights. The day wouldn’t have started out right if we hadn’t done this. It’s silly, but it defines us and prepares us for a happy day.”

Eileen reflected for a moment and agreed with her.

“I also feel much better when I can start my day with this little proof of love and I sleep much better after receiving my kisses, but remember that you have this every day, and I only occasionally. I have to make up for those lost days! But enough of this - hurry up! Breakfast is ready!”

We went to the bathroom, did our duties and dressed - I in my shorts and t-shirt, Maureen in a little jogging suit. I wondered why there were no transparencies, no body parts readily touchable, but she was firm.

“James, my love, this is not a twenty-four-hour sexual orgy - this is a union of people who love each other, and we don’t have to flaunt our body parts all the time. And who says that my parts aren’t touchable even though they aren’t visible?” and put her breasts in my hands and kissed me.

When we entered the kitchen, I realised that Eileen was dressed similarly; my ladies were thinking alike. We had a nice breakfast with pancakes, toast and jam, honey, maple sirup, a bottle of bubbly and coffee or tea to choose from. Outside it was pouring but the internal heating kept us warm. I was ordered to go to the living room while the ladies cleaned up. I chose a CD of music from the seventies and eighties, from when the music was still melodic and romantic.