Chapter 36: A Happy Moment in a Different World

I smelled faint incense when I left the elevator and when I opened the door, I just stood still. There they were, the two kneeling before me, touching their foreheads to the floor as soon as I entered and closed the door. I knew that I was forgiven.

They were dressed in a kind of harem costume, a short little blouse knotted under their breasts, a lot of tight stomach and then transparent baggy trousers - a picture out of the One Thousand and One Nights! The smell of the incense became stronger, and candles were lit all the way to the bedroom.

Maureen glanced up at me and whispered, “I suggest most respectfully that you close your mouth, oh Lord and Master.”

I asked them to get up and they did this slowly, presenting their bodies to me. Both had their hair in ponytails, one tumbling down on her right side, the other on her left. The opal pendants were between their breasts, and both had their opal rings on their fingers, showing that they were mine. Their eyes were sparkling, and Jenny said, “Kneeling on the floor - check. Dressed in an appropriate fashion - check. Offer ourselves to your desires - check.”

They took my hands and led me to the bedroom.

There was some Arab music in the background, and they slowly undressed me. There were lips to be kissed, nipples to be touched, and at the end, I was standing in front of them, nude, but they were still dressed, at least partially.

Maureen repeated, “Offer ourselves to your desires - double check.”

Jenny added, “Here is what we offer, oh Lord and Master?” She slowly loosened the knot of her top and following the music, swayed from one side to the other. Maureen followed suit and suddenly their breasts were not hidden anymore. The music moved faster, and their hands glided to the trousers and another knot was undone, and they slid down, showing both in their magnificent nudity.

Both knelt once more and Maureen asked, “We offer ourselves, oh Lord and Master. Do you want us?”

I stepped forward, lifted them up and put their heads on my shoulders. My response was simple.

“I will always want you.”

When I bent down to kiss them, they stepped back.

“We’re not finished yet, oh Lord and Master!” and Jenny said with a smirk, “Dinner is served - check!” and even while I was protesting, they led me back to the dining room. They had put a robe on me but did not dress themselves. There were more candles, the smell of a light dinner, champagne in the cooler, and two naked beauties serving me. It was wonderful, and the teasing continued; even ganging up on me, I enjoyed it. I tried to give back as I received, but it was not a fair match. Maureen had been trained for this in her family, and Jenny had picked up rather quickly that she could tease me and Maureen without any hesitation.

We finished, and they took my hands again.

“Boon of your pleasure - triple check! We are waiting with trepidation, oh Lord and Master!”

I was led back to the bedroom, and they lay on their backs, with their hands behind their heads and their legs opened a bit to show me that they were ready for whatever I wanted. Jenny was the first to say something.

“Oh Lord and Master, you abandoned me in a strange city, nobody to help me, in cruel defiance of your vows that you would always be at my side. I cried every night and wandered helplessly the streets of that city, enduring loneliness, and disenchantment. Please do not do this again, oh Lord and Master! Only now, when finally, I was allowed to come back, I can serve you as you deserve. I await the boon of your pleasure!”

I stared at her - where had this come from? Maureen was also surprised, but she winked at me.

“Oh Lord and Master, this poor lass needs tender and loving care to come back and enjoy life again. I pray, grant her this wish!”

Now both had gone overboard and needed a response.

“Am I not your Master? Alas, can I not do whatever I want? If I felt loneliness and regret, is this not a lesson for you to appreciate the care you have at home? Does this not tell you that careless remarks about my life and actions, and constantly ordering me around made me do this? Have you learned your lesson, lass?”

She fluttered her eyelashes.

“Oh Lord and Master, you’re rightfully claiming what is yours, and I will not dispute this. I promise that never again - well, almost never - I will cause your pure soul harm by not agreeing with you in whatever you want.”

This was too much, and we burst out laughing.

“That would be the day when you would not speak up, and I’d be very disappointed if you neglected your duty to keep me straight, darling, but tell me, where did you find theses costumes?”

Maureen told me that she had gone to the Opera House and rented them for a week.

“If you want some more fun, oh Lord and Master, just tell us and we’ll be back at the door on our knees. Just don’t go back to the ‘boon of your pleasure’; that is really ridiculous.”

I agreed and Jenny looked at me.

“My love, can we now make love? I missed you so much! And I apologize - I was wrong snapping at you!”

They saw me starting to smile and asked why. I told them about Peter´s comment about her discomfort and that I should recommend to her a checkup. Jenny was all for it.

“James, you can start right now and don´t you forget on part of my body!”

I nodded and turned to her side, kissing her, and then dedicated myself to rediscover her beautiful body. Her hair was loose now, and her Balenciaga perfume drifted up to me. Her lips were soft and inviting, and when her tongue came out to say hello, we forgot the world. I slowly kissed my way southwards, staying a while on her pointed peaks, and then arriving at her wet labia. She lifted her bottom to give me easy access and I looked at her; she had gone back to her little heart shaped pubic hair grooming, but below it was now completely shaved and soft as silk. Her lower lips were shining with her arousal, and I bent down to kiss it tenderly. I found her light citron taste (I would never forget this) and I licked her labia slowly, appreciating the feel and the taste.

Jenny was moaning softly as my tongue traced the outline of her pussy; the sound encouraged me further and I parted her lips, as she trembled slightly. I took her mound entirely into my mouth while pressing my tongue deeply into her, concentrated on her inner lips and on sucking the fluids that flowed from her. Her enticing taste enthralled me, and the little sounds she made, deep in her throat, were music to my ears. When I passed over her emerging clitoris, Jenny pressed my head down lightly.

“Oh, yesssss, right there, James!” she extolled me, as she began to gently quiver continuously.

I increased my efforts on her emerging clit, inserted a finger deep inside her searching for her special spot, and her excitement mounted, as did the intensity of her trembling. Her hips bucked as she forced herself against my mouth and tongue, wave after wave of ecstasy gripped her body, and when at last she calmed down, she was panting heavily. I continued to kiss her beautiful lips but withdrew my fingers so she could recover. She slowly relaxed and looked up at me with her face slightly dreamy.

“That was almost perfect, darling, but I really think I’m going to have you do it again and again, until you get it right...” she giggled. It was funny hearing Jenny giggling, but even this was nice on her. Her breasts and her tight stomach bounced lightly with her mirth.

I slid up beside her, and we embraced each other tightly. Her eyes were laughing, and her tongue slipped past her lips and sought mine. We kissed for a long moment, and then she pulled back slightly to gaze at me.

She winked as she said, “We can also try something different.”

She pulled me over her and opened her legs wide. “My love, I want you deep inside me; I want to feel you filling me and taking me; I want to be completely yours. Please, my love.”

She guided my shaft into her, and I saw her joy on her face as I slowly sank deeper and deeper, until finally, I hit bottom. She hugged me. “Yes, my love, do me now.” She wriggled around a bit, and I felt her inner walls caressing my penis, our urgency building up and knew I wasn’t going to last long like this. She gripped me tightly with her vaginal muscles and her hips rocked wildly, making me slam into her velvety pussy in very short, repetitive strokes. The intensity of her sudden and tumultuous peak was dangerously close to pushing me also over the edge.

“James, come in me! I want to feel you!”

The throaty pleading of her soft voice, coupled with her continued gyrations, took me over the edge. Jet after jet burst from me, and I was lost in her eyes as my emotions slowly subsided.

“Now I’m whole again, darling, and now I’m content.”

I lifted myself from her and lay beside her. She kissed me and smiling, whispered, “Thank you for the boon of your pleasure, but here’s another maid well ... not exactly a maid ... who awaits her turn and please make her happy, too, my love.”

I kissed her tenderly - this was Jenny, and after having loved and being loved, she still remembered her sister. Then I turned to the other side where Maureen was looking at me. Her hand crept to my soft penis and caressed it slowly.

“George needs a moment to recover, but I can wait.”

She continued her touch, but slowly increased the velocity of her strokes, and George responded valiantly. Maureen smiled, satisfied that she had made me ready again.

“James, there’s nothing more wonderful than to see you making love to Jenny, knowing that I will not be forgotten. As she said so eloquently, please do me now!” She opened her arms, and I made my journey down her body, kissing every bit and slowly feeling her arousal getting more and more pronounced. Her pussy opened to my lips and my tongue, and her fluids started to flow. When I took her engorged clit into my mouth and gently sucked on it, she climaxed and pushing herself into my mouth, a jet of her tasty liquid came bursting out. I swallowed it happily, knowing that I had made her come.

I continued to lick more gently, as her orgasm slowly subsided. Now it was Jenny who had taken my penis in her hand and was stroking it gently.

“Hi, George. May I have a little more fun, too?”

George was quite content with the assistance and started to show interest in a continuation of the game, and by the time Maureen had calmed, my shaft was proudly showing its renewed strength. I kissed Jenny, but then I concentrated on Maureen. Moving over her and looking into her beautiful emerald green eyes, I slowly inserted myself into her welcoming labia. Her eyes flashed as I began to rhythmically withdraw and insert and gazing at one another, I built up momentum. My arms held by body above her while our bodies impacted against each other, and after a few minutes, Maureen closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the sensations. I continued that pace unabated, for what felt like a long time, and Maureen finally began to crest.

“Yes, my Love ... Ohhhh God, yes ... Please, James, NOW...” escaped her mouth upon each thrust.

Glancing down, I watched as my glistening penis disappeared and reappeared from her. The sight of her engorged clit and stretched lips clinging to me, made my own sensations overwhelm me. When she cried out one more time and lifted her legs high, giving me full access to go as deep as possible, we were both wracked with spasms and exploded in a mutual climax. She pulled me deeper into herself with her legs clenching behind my back. Her body rocked and trembled. There were only the sensations of having united our bodies and souls, and when we calmed down, there was pure bliss. I stayed on top for a while, enjoying the feeling of her taut body beneath me, but then moved to lie beside her and embrace her in a tight hug.

Now it was Jenny, who was looking at us.

“Every time we make love, it’s wonderful and I cannot believe that it could get better. And when we do make love again, it’s better, deeper, more uniting. I’m certain that the blessing you received, Maureen, now includes me also. I pray every night and every morning, that we’ll always be happy as we are today and that nothing ever will come between us. Oh God, what have I done to deserve such happiness?”

I caressed her cheek. “All you have to do, my love, is being the Jenny we adore, cherish, treasure, value, admire, be mad about - and occasionally be mad at - respect, trust, find irresistible, and principally, love. Nothing more and nothing less.”

She started to cry, and Maureen moved to her other side and hugged her, too. “Darling, you are part of us, and nothing will ever separate us. Relax, and enjoy life, and us.”

She sniffled, but suddenly her grin appeared. “Well, oh Lord and Master, thank you for the ‘boon of your pleasure’. It was certainly a boon and I’m happy to say that the pleasure was not only mine.”

She pointed downwards where both were leaking white cream. “Let’s see - who gets up and gets something to clean up?”

There was silence and then she decided to act, turning to Maureen, and pushing her on her back.

“I adore how the two of you taste together” and she slowly licked her pussy, until all cream had disappeared, and then lay back, satisfied. “I have done my part.”

Maureen followed suit and did her part. At this moment, both looked at each other. “There still is George!”

Both went down and divided the labor. “Maureen, you and James are very tasty, but the three of us together are still better! Have a taste, James!” and she offered me her lips to kiss. It was an acquired taste, but I loved them and if they could swallow my seed, could I deny hers? We were all satisfied until Maureen asked about breakfast. I told them that I really liked the waffles that Maureen made, but there was no ready response; she glanced at Jenny and then looked at me.

“James, darling, we would really appreciate if you would make breakfast tomorrow. We have served you eagerly and lovingly this night; is it too much to ask to be served breakfast tomorrow morning?”

That was not an unreasonable request, but I questioned the word ‘serve’.

“We made love, and you did not serve me. Please remember this, but I’ll make breakfast.”

Maureen nodded. “I used the wrong word, darling. We did not serve you; we gave ourselves to you. And I’ll remember.”

We talked a bit more about ourselves, about Jenny’s time in New York, and how we could help Allan take care of Ellen. Maureen would call her mother first thing in the morning; there was a story she dimly remembered about a friend of hers who lived in Sydney and needed work. Then their eyes slowly closed and after the obligatory kisses, we fell asleep.

I woke up first the next morning and managed to leave the bed without waking them. There was still work from last night to clean up, but a cup of hot and strong coffee helped a lot. I prepared everything, even waffles, since Irene had told me about a delicatessen shop close to the office that had lots of gourmet goodies. They offered readymade batter for waffles, which she said was quite tasty.

When I had read the newspaper and had a second cup of coffee, Maureen walked in, nude, half asleep and upset. She hit me gently.

“Hey, how do you dare to get up without me? I woke up and you were not there!” Then she sniffed the coffee and took the cup out of my hand. “Perhaps I’ll forgive you; let me think about it.”

She sat on my lap and kissed me. “James, thank you for the last night. It was paradise.”

At that moment Jenny walked in, but she was a bit more awake. She hit me also, however. Why would they not talk to me, but always started with hitting me? Women!

“How do you dare to get up without me? I woke up and you were not there!” but then she kissed the spot (at least she remembered what Ellen had said - if you hit him, kiss to make it good again. Perhaps Maureen needed a reminder?) and sat at my side. More kisses and my coffee vanished. They decided that they were ready for breakfast, offered her breasts for my ‘Good morning, I love you’ kisses, and went back to dress.

When they came back, all they had on were little baby dolls, ones that were too large at the top and too short on the bottom, and they looked lovely. I served them coffee, pointed to the table where butter, toast, jam and my waffles (on a rechaud to keep them hot) were waiting. They appreciated my efforts, but Jenny looked at Maureen and grinned.

“James, Maureen told me that occasionally, she had breakfast in a more intimate way than just sitting across each other; actually, she was sitting on your lap, and you were deep inside her. May I try this today, too? Please?”

I wondered what other information they had exchanged about me but was afraid to ask. Jenny knew what she wanted; she came over to my side and bent over to kiss me. It was not an innocent kiss; her tongue came out and battled mine and suddenly she was sitting on my lap.

“Get up for a moment, darling” and suddenly my Bermudas were off, and my t-shirt was drawn over my shoulders. She settled down again and reached down. She was disappointed that my penis was still soft but managed to change that situation rapidly. She went off my lap and knelt in front of me, taking my shaft in her hand and licking it slowly up and down. I looked at Maureen and she shrugged.

“You let her loose, my love; now live with it, but remember all the time that I’m your wife and that I’m sharing you only because I love her, too. Go ahead - it was fun for me, and it’ll be fun for both of you!”

Jenny nodded which, considering that she had my shaft deep in her mouth, caused all kind of pleasurable sensations. She grinned when George woke up and said hello; then she moved back up and settled on my hips. looking down, she pointed George to her already wet entrance and moved forward until I was settled in her. She moved around until she had the right position with me touching her most innermost point and leaned forward to kiss me again.

“Now, my dear, I’d like some coffee and if you don´t mind, perhaps a bit of toast? I prefer the orange marmalade, please.”

I did what I could and again, her moves and my countermoves made life interesting. Maureen had sat down on the other side of the table and was watching us with amusement.

“What are we going to do about lunch? Stay in? Order Chinese? Go out?”

Jenny was trying to answer, but when she opened her mouth, a little shock went through her body. She stuttered, “I would ... oh nice, James ... prefer to ... once more, James ... to stay in and have fun.” She trembled once more and hugged me. “This is so nice, my love. I don´t want to stop.” She relaxed somewhat and became interested in other matters.

“Please more toast, James, and hand me my cup of coffee, please.’

I reached over to get her cup, which again caused certain movements deep inside her and she closed her eyes. She pushed herself against me and her stiff nipples drilled two holes into my chest. I almost spilled the coffee but saved her from a hot bath at the last moment. It seemed that every little move multiplied her sensations, so I put the cup back on the table. At that moment, the phone rang.

Maureen attended it and her voice changed from neutral to affectionate.

“Hi, Ellen. How are you? What can we do for you?” While she listened to the other side, I moved up and down and Jenny responded eagerly. “Ellen, that sounds nice. Let me hand the phone to Jenny.” and she walked over to us and handed the receiver to Jenny, who was at that moment at the start of a nice climax.

“Jenny, Ellen wants to know whether we’ll come over and have lunch with them instead of tea? For me it’s okay and I know James agrees also. What do you think - talk to Ellen, please.”

Jenny did not know what to do - have a shuddering climax, murder Maureen, or talk to Ellen. Politeness won, but Maureen knew she would have to pay later.

“Hi, Ellen, how are you? Can I do anything for you?” I liked Maureen’s idea and started to move a bit more actively, causing her to glare at me, too.

“Yes, Maureen told me about lunch. That is an excellent idea.” I grasped her breasts and twisted her nipples, causing her to lose concentration. “Could you please repeat this, Ellen? James is bothering me.”

I changed to faster movement still and pulled her deep onto me. She tried to say anything, but only a quiet moan came out. She breathed rapidly and almost yelled, “Yes, Ellen, we´ll be there. See you later, dear!” and threw the receiver to Maureen.

Shuddering, she came with a loud yell, she pulled me into her arms and squeezed me as hard as she could and that caused my fluids to jet into her; she came again and again and finally, even after relaxing against me, aftershocks and tremors ran through her body. At the end, she looked up and glared at us.

“You are evil, really truly evil. Both of you. How could you do this to me? What will Ellen think?” and she blushed all over.

Maureen smiled innocently “Did you not get what you wanted? Breakfast with James inside you? Anything missing? Perhaps another go? What is a little phone call between friends? Perhaps she didn’t realize that you were in the middle - or rather at the end - of making love? I doubt that, but there might be a chance that she’ll not say anything.”

Maureen pointed at me, “James, what do you think?”

I reflected on the situation and turned to Maureen. Considering that I was still embedded in Jenny, this caused her to shiver again. “I believe that she might be suspicious, but she’s a lady and she will not bring this up in front of others.”

I went back to Jenny and hugged her. “You’re so easy to tease, my love. Get even, not angry, darling!”

Slowly I slipped out of her, and Maureen came with a washcloth to clean us. The fun was over, and we dedicated the rest of the time to have a decent breakfast, have a long shower where Maureen enjoyed her part of our love and then we were ready to see Allan and Ellen. My two had dressed properly - a smart narrow dark skirt, a white blouse and red sandals for Maureen, and a white blouse and dark blue trousers for Jenny, with black ballerina shoes. Maureen had her golden-red hair immaculately styled, but Jenny had her long black hair hanging over her shoulders. Their lips had a naughty red color and a little blush on their cheeks completed the picture of two stunning young ladies. Their dresses emphasized their firm bodies, honed by running and martial arts, but the best part were their eyes smiling at me.

“Are you satisfied with your women?”

I replied that overwhelmed would be a better word, and that I was very happy that they gave me the pleasure to accompany them. They took my arms and off we went. As always it was difficult to fit into the Porsche, but they wanted this, teasing me. It was fun seeing them struggling to enter or leave the backseat and when they allowed me to help (which happened always as long as we were on our own), it was a pleasure to check whether their legs were still perfect, their pussy covered (but probably not for long), and their breasts still open for some sweet touches.