Chapter 57: A Night at the Seraglio

It was a scene out of Arabian Nights. There was the low background music, with a distinctly Arabian texture. This was strengthened by two small candleholders, with incense sticks already lit and filling the room with heavy perfume, sweet and stirring. The light was dim and showed the main attraction - two beautiful women waiting for me.

They wore the same fantasy - a harem slave. A band of light blue stones on their heads, a string of white stones around their necks from which the opal pendant fell to their breasts, four strings of green stones trying very unsuccessfully to hide their breasts (and their nipples were already long and stiff), and a small belt of red stones around their waists from which three strings of stones were gracefully falling to their pussies. There was a smile on their faces, and they knelt before me, each with a silver platter in a hand, and with their heads bowed.

Maureen said in a sultry voice, “Oh Lord and Master, we most humbly ask your indulgence to please yourself with our bodies. I am Scheherazade, and this is my sister Dunyazad.”

I recognized one name, not the other, but trusted that it was correct also. It had been a long time since I had read those books.

“This drink and these tidbits are to strengthen you - alas, it has been some time that you accepted us in this way, and we crave your kindness to satisfy your desire and to fulfill our pleasure. Please accept this gift in the way we want to give it - your pleasure and ours.”

I could not say anything for a moment - their choice of words was probably practiced several times judging from the mischievous smile they wore. They bowed their heads again and waited for my answer.

How could I refuse such a generous gift? I took the platters with the small glasses and the salmon tidbits, and they lifted their eyes back up to me again. I handed one glass to Maureen and the other to Jenny, taking one myself. It was ice-cold vodka and we gulped it in one swallow. I also offered the salmon hors d’oeuvre and we had finished the ritual. I pulled them up and held them in my arms.

“Your Lord and Master wants the pleasure of your bodies and accepts the gift you so gracefully offer!”

They led me to our bedroom where more candles had been lit and incense sticks were burning also. When I gazed at Maureen trying to discover the scent, she whispered, “Myrrh, my love...” and my mind went back to the old Arabian stories, which had always fascinated me as a child. They were beautiful, often poetic, occasionally violent, and full of magic; magic I saw now repeated in the face of my wives.

They smiled and slowly undressed me. Then Maureen instructed me, “Oh Lord and our Master, we want you tonight in our asses, and not too gentle, either. Isn’t it the dream of every man to watch two women making love? We’ll do this for you tonight and expect you to participate, but first, we want to show you what expects you.”

She pushed me gently onto the bed, kissing me and leading my hand to her breast; Jenny knelt beside us with her lips starting to caress my penis. then they changed positions. It did not take long, and I was ready.

Maureen looked at Jenny, “Dunyazad, your position, please.”

Jenny lay on her back and opened her arms as Maureen moved between her wide-open legs. She started to kiss Jenny’s already wet labia and with hips straight up, supported by her knees and elbows, she offered her ass to me. I kissed her cheeks and slowly let my tongue wander down to her pussy and then back to her little dark hole. She liked it if I judged it correctly from her reaction and moaned.

“Oh Lord and Master, go ahead - I’m waiting.”

Jenny also was getting aroused and pressed Maureen’s head into her pussy, also wanting more. A little nudge told me where the KY was and I dropped a generous amount on her puckered star and as Maureen continued to please Jenny, my fingers entered her ass, lubricating the entrance and making her ready for my shaft. She lifted her head from Jenny’s pussy and looked back at me, radiating trust and love. I had learned with her that to offer me her ass was something that came only after a lot of trust and history had built up. She had to relax since she was sharing a very personal, private part of herself, and she needed to trust her partner completely. I found that if all those ingredients came together, it could be very amazing, even mind-blowing. I reminded myself sternly to stop analyzing everything, and enjoy myself and principally, give them the pleasure they deserved.

“Ohhhhhh, God...” she whispered. I kept the pressure light, drawing out the tension. Frustrated, she arched her back, shoving her ass upwards. I looked down and was rewarded with the sight of her swollen pussy coming into view, shining with arousal. My shaft hardened to almost painful levels; this was definitely awesome.

She knew the show she was giving me, but it was clear that she wanted me to become more and more excited, slowly losing my focus. She started to moan, wanting me inside her. I slid back a bit and lifted a knee to give her legs more freedom. Immediately, she drew her legs apart, and I moved between them. The scent of her arousal hit me, and her ass lifted even further into my hands; reaching back, she pulled her cheeks apart. The pucker of her anus came into view, and I saw also the deep red of her inner lips and the knob of her clitoris coming out from hiding.

“Oh Master, don’t tease me, please!”

I reached forward and took a nipple in my hand; she moaned even more and pushed her hips into me. She did not forget Jenny, however; even with her focus on being taken, she was licking Jenny’s pussy furiously and I heard Jenny also starting to moan in excitement. I needed to prepare her and placing my penis in front of her wet pussy, I glided in. There was no hesitation, and she shook her hips.

“Master, that is very nice, but you know what I want.”

I nodded, but simply pushing into her ass would hurt her. I moved back and forward, and Maureen synchronized her tongue’s moves on Jenny’s pussy with my shaft invading her. Both seemed to like it and I was enjoying the sensation of controlling not only Maureen’s pleasure, but indirectly also Jenny’s feelings. My fingers ranged closer and closer to her anus, and she sighed when I brushed my thumb across it. My other hand found her breast, and I rolled the stiff nipple between my fingers. I increased the pressure, triggering a moan of approval. Drizzling lubricant on my finger, it eased into her pucker and Maureen twisted her ass back and forth, trying to get my finger deeper. “Ohhhhhhh, that feels so good!”

She gasped, and when I started my own rhythm with my hand, she followed it with her hips. Jenny protested - Maureen was suddenly more interested in her own pleasure than getting Jenny to come. We started to laugh and that threw away all intentions to have an Arabian sexual encounter. It was too artificial, and I decided that Maureen should finish Jenny off, and I would prepare Maureen for her ordeal. Maureen went back to caress Jenny’s labia, and I pushed my finger gently into her, adding KY occasionally.

Maureen took her task more serious now and Jenny was soon groaning; I stopped for a moment to watch them and now it was Maureen who protested, “Master, I’m well accustomed to parallel processing; please go on!”

I started my fun again, pushing one finger slowly into her, and the other was caressing her labia. She liked it and when Jenny finally exploded, Maureen looked back at me again.

“Can I focus now on my pleasure, oh Lord and Master? I’ve done my duty with Dunyazad ... right, dear?”

Jenny was coming back to the real world and nodded.

“Scheherazade, that was very agreeable, but did we not plan to come all at the same time? What did we do wrong?”

Maureen just mumbled. “I’ll tell you later; now I have other priorities.”

She moved off Jenny and settled herself in a more comfortable position, supported on her knees and elbows, with her ass high up. Once more her hands reached back and spread her cheeks. The vision was lovely - my woman presenting herself to me, offering her ass for my pleasure - and hers, I hoped. I dripped more lubricant on her little hole, and she moaned, appreciating the experience.

“Well, James ... oh forgive me, Lord and Master, I am really, really ready. Could you please stop procrastinating and take my ass?”

That was a Maureen I did not know well, demanding her pleasure, but that was an order I could happily follow.

I pushed my finger ever so gently deeper this time, getting a moan of approval. The first ring opened, and I moved slowly a bit farther. This time she relaxed, welcoming me into her body. Maureen figured out my pattern and did not complain as I pulled back out again. With each stroke, my finger buried itself further into her depths. We continued for a moment and when I pulled back slightly, she rocked forward, meeting my next inward stroke with a strong push into my hand. Finally, she could not stand it anymore.

“James, do you need a written invitation? I want you inside me, and I want it now!” Gone was the Lord and Master dream!

I placed my shaft over her sphincter, rubbing and prodding the slightly rough point while Maureen bucked beneath me. I let my fingers drift down over her slit, and they found her swollen and wet. Time to move this along. She wiggled her hips trying to get me inside her, but I took it very slowly, feeling her outer ring opening to me and caressed her nipple again. She looked back at me one more and I saw a mixture of vulnerability, passion, anticipation, and elation flit across her features. I felt her push, and her inner ring relaxed, letting my shaft ease into her. I slowly worked back and forth, while she arched her ass. Still, she looked deeply into my eyes, seeking my return of her emotion. Her eyes smiled when she saw me looking at her, and then she closed them and buried her face in the sheet, purring happily to herself.

I kept rocking and pushing into her, and I watched her as my shaft slid in further, her ass stretching to accommodate me.

“Yessss...” she whispered when she felt my shaft buried to the hilt in her back entrance. I followed her motions, drawing partway out as she rocked forward and then driving home when she pushed back. She gave a little grunt each time I bottomed out, clearly lost in the sensations. I watched her experiencing this for a while, her back arching and twisting beneath me, then I grabbed her nipple again, squeezing it gently.

“Uhhhhhh...” she moaned, pushing her breast into my hand. Her desire soared higher as I worked her hard, and I could feel her tension build. “Oh God, oh God, oh God...” she sobbed into the sheet, wracked by her desire. When I felt she couldn’t take it anymore, I shifted my fingers to her quivering slit.

“Ohhhhhhhhh God!” she exhaled; her relief evident at finding some way out of her sweet agony. Her pussy ran freely, juices flowing down her legs. My fingers massaged the outer lips, pulling away as she arched her back and shoved. Finally, I relented, sliding around the hard pearl, standing proud of its hood. I kept the pressure gentle at first, but Maureen had other ideas, twisting her hips to mash her ass against my hips. Her moans got shorter and higher in pitch, and I knew she was close to a massive orgasm. I clamped down on her clit, pinching it between my fingers, and she shrieked into the sheet. A few more bucks of her hips, and her body went rigid.

From deep within her, I felt the detonation begin and my control vanished. Maureen screamed as her ass clenched around my shaft, and her entire abdomen shook with the force of it. I felt my penis growing and I exploded, jetting my fluids deep into her. I even felt the waves reach her distended breast, her nipple pulsing in my fingers. Her body throbbed for a long spell, and she whimpered and groaned through it, her eyes tightly closed. Eventually, her orgasm played out and her wracking sobs subsided. She sighed with fulfillment.

She slowly slipped down, and I followed her, still deeply embedded. When I moved away, she protested.

“Oh, God, that was good!” she breathed.

I chuckled. “It sure felt like it back here.”

“James, whatever you do with me, it’s magic, pure magic.”

“My love, whatever I do is magic because I give back what you give me all the time, in every moment of our life.”

She smiled satisfied and let my penis slowly slip out. Jenny was there with a warm towel and cleaned us, but she was glancing at me.

“Oh Lord and beloved Master, I believe that it’s my turn now. Are you willing? And able?”

I assured her that I was willing, as I always would be, but that the ‘able’ part needed a recovery. She looked accusingly at Maureen.

“Darling, we agreed that we would come together and now you are satisfied, and I am alone, lost in the world, with nobody caring for me.” and she tried to sob.

Maureen laughed. “You’re right, I anticipated our agreement, but let me do my part to resolve the ‘able’ problem.”

She pushed me on my back and began to caress me with her lips, starting at my lips, wandering down to my nipples and finally ending up at her willing, but not able anymore friend.

“Well, George, you have to remember that you have not only one woman to love, but two. Remember what we said at the beginning? You were to let everything go and take us whenever and however you wanted. You have been a bit lazy, my friend, and there are no excuses. Jenny is waiting for you, and you better take this seriously!”

She bent down and started to kiss the tip of my penis, still soft, but when she inhaled it, there were some twitches. I looked at Jenny, still in her string fantasy, and smiled. She smiled back.

“Whenever and however, my love.”

Maureen added a hand to her efforts and George woke up. It was not his best effort yet, but he was trying. Maureen asked for help. Somehow Jenny’s strings of pearls had vanished, and she offered her beautiful body to my eyes.

“Jenny, come here and say hello!” She obeyed and added her mouth to the caress George received. This was enough and he was ready, willing, and able. Maureen moved away and Jenny came to claim her prize. She sat on my hips, and I could see her labia glistening, willing to welcome me.

“I’m ready, my love.”

“I know you are. But let’s try something else. I’m going to sit back against the headboard, and you’re going to lower yourself down on me. I want to watch you when you come, my love!”

“Wonderful, I enjoy trying out new things.”

I crawled up beside her and settled back against the headboard, stretching my legs in front of me. Jenny lifted herself from the bed and straddled my legs. I looked at her in admiration.

“You are so beautiful, my love!” I whispered.

“Well, get your hands on this beautiful body and George into me!” she commanded.

She took my shaft and guide it to her entrance. “Hors d’oeuvre, darling. I want to have you first in my pussy, but don’t you dare come! I want to feel you coming in my ass.”

My ladies were really adventurous this night!

She lifted her hips and then sank down. There was no resistance - she was ready. I grunted with the sensation of her tight sheath gripping my shaft, and holding her hips, drove upwards into her, again and again. When it became too much, she slowed down.

“Now, James, my ass!”

I handed her the lube, and she drizzled another measure over my cock. Still holding my rod, Jenny worked her knees forward until she loomed over me. I looked up into her smile and the wild edges around her eyes. She carefully positioned my shaft at her back entrance and we both sighed when the head nestled in her outer ring. Her eyes never left mine as she slowly lowered her hips. Surprisingly, I did not feel much resistance as she opened herself to receive me and it was wonderful to see in her eyes the absolute trust and dedication, and principally, the unconditional love she had for me - and I for her.

When I hit the inner ring, I did feel some resistance, but she slowed down and let herself adjust. Suddenly, her eyes went wide as her inner ring relaxed. We both knew that this was going to work. Her face was tight; she knew it might hurt a bit at the beginning, but she also knew that there would be pleasure at the end.

Her inner ring caressed the head of my penis in hot velvet, sliding open slowly, but surely. She stopped, rose slightly, and sunk back down. Her ass opened up a little more, and on the next descent, the head slipped inside. My hands found her cheeks and stroked them.

“Ohhhhhh...” she breathed. Her eyes smiled down at mine while she continued to work me inside her. I let her see the arousal she created in me as her inner walls were hot, smooth, and tight. Up and down, she went. Her hands reached back and spread her cheeks apart. She arched her back and lowered herself down and I felt her cheeks brush my legs.

I tore myself away from the mind-blowing picture in front of me - a beautiful, horny, hot, woman astride my hips with my shaft buried almost to the hilt in her ass. I needed to focus somewhere else before my penis erupted from the sheer eroticism of it all. Jenny was an excellent place to focus, so I slid my hands around to her firm breasts, cupping and squeezing the nipples.

I let her set the pace. She sighed and slowly pushed herself back. She went back up and I felt my tip almost sliding out, but then she pushed down, and I felt the pressure from the inner ring relaxing and welcoming me back. Jenny backed away a bit once more, and then pushed back again. Her inner ring slowly expanded, feeling like a gentle wave riding along the head of my rod. It was not so much a sense of penetrating as it was a sense of her relaxing. Suddenly the pressure eased.

“Yesssss!” she hissed, sinking fully down so my shaft impaled her ass. I leaned forward and Jenny took the hint, lowering her lips. She kissed me hungrily, pushing her tongue into a sweet duel with mine. She wanted more and I felt her increasing the speed. Her body was responding to the exquisite feelings coursing through her. Her lips stayed glued to mine, and her breath came hot and hard. Within a few more strokes, she rested her full weight on my hips, my shaft driven deep inside her.

“Oh, God...” she sighed. Jenny paused to adjust to the new sensations, and then she started rocking her hips little by little, drawing me deeper and then pulling back. Her tunnel was a furnace, bathing my penis in liquid heat and pressure. I watched it progressively sink into her until her cheeks touched my groin.

“This feels so good...” she breathed.

“This feels fabulous!” I answered back. In fact, she felt so fantastic that I drew my focus completely onto her, delaying the volcano building inside me. I traced my fingers over her legs and back, feeling the sparks flow between us. Jenny sinuously twisted her hips, exploring and drawing out all the sensations inside and around her ass. Her moans and whimpers attested to the raw pleasure coursing through her body. I slowly pushed and pulled, letting her control the pace and depth.

She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. “Darling, I know how you adore them; do whatever you want to do with them. Even if it hurt, I would enjoy it!”

She knew that I would never hurt her, but the offer was there.

She closed her eyes, starting slow, and I let my finger touch her clit. She moaned “Yes, my love, do me there!” I did not want to rush to our orgasm too quickly and slowed down. She accepted this for a moment, but then she ordered me to accelerate both my shaft and my finger. I could tell - she was enjoying the combined sensations coming from her ass with the more familiar tingle of her pussy lips. Soon enough, her body shifted gear, and she moved from the tentative to the confident. Her ass pushed back hard, and I met her thrusts. She groaned, grinding her hips each time we bottomed out and my finger picked up speed on her pussy as well. Jenny was in the zone, ass full of iron hard penis and loving it.

I wondered whether there could be anything better than this? A gorgeous woman, turned on beyond belief, dancing on the end of my shaft. Better yet, she loved me, and I loved her.

Jenny’s breath now came in grunts, timed with her rocking into me. We started to bounce into each other, and I grabbed her hips to pull her back with authority. “Oh, yes!” she groaned. My finger went faster, and I could feel the collateral effects in her ass, but she had enough playing around. She was pushing for an orgasm, and she wanted it now!

“That’s it, my love...” I encouraged. “Let it go!” I squeezed down on the eruption threatening to blow inside me, hoping I could make it until Jenny was ready.

“Oh, yes. I cannot stand it much longer ... I want to cum now!” she panted. Small pinpricks of sweat broke out on her skin. Her head was thrown back, her face was flushed, and her eyes were tightly closed. She pushed, and twisted, and gasped her way into pure lust. I could feel her muscles tense, and then I knew it - she was beyond the point of no return.

“I’m COMMMMING!” she yelled and rammed into me. I met her and held on. Her voice dissolved into guttural moans as she came, hard. Her ass pulsed around my rod and then rebounded back, causing her to shriek in delight. Her orgasm ripped my own from deep within me, and I yelled as my semen struggled and spurted past her clutching sphincter, doubling the pleasure.

My memory of the next several moments is hazy, occupied as I was by mindless ecstasy. However, I have a vision of Jenny throwing her head back, groaning in an orgasm that was so powerful it was almost painful. She whimpered and moaned through the contractions, truly heedless of what she looked like.

After a while, we slowly came back to reality, twitching with the aftershocks. I stayed deep inside her, both of us drawing out the last remnants of our union.

“Oh. My. God!” she finally exclaimed.

“Soul-crashing?”

I felt a movement beside me and saw Maureen staring at us.

“What was that? I thought my orgasm was wonderful, but this? James, the next time I want to feel the same!”

I was still stiff inside her when Jenny looked at her. “Maureen, darling, do you know why? James loves to observe us when we make love, he likes to touch us, and he adores seeing our faces when we come. When he takes us from behind, it feels deeper than from the front, but the visual pleasure is lower for him and for us. And James wants not only to satisfy his body; he wants first to satisfy us and seeing our reactions, he knows what we want.”

Maureen thought about this and nodded. “James, if this does to me what it did to Jenny, the next time you have me, I want to look at you, too!”

We laughed and Jenny slowly came down on my chest. When I threatened to slip out, she quickly arranged her herself. “James, stay in me. I want to feel you a bit longer.”

Maureen leaned over and kissed first Jenny, then me. “This was awesome, you two” but then she sat up. “Jenny, what happened to our plan? We wanted to have him take us when we were making love to each other; I have read often enough that it is every man’s dream to watch two women making love and then get one of them - or both if he can keep it up. That was the plan, wasn’t it?”

Jenny nodded. “Maureen, we need a lot more practice in this endeavor to be successful. Perhaps we should talk to your mother? Not that she has any real experience, I assume, but she has much more creativity in this matter than we’ll ever have. Perhaps I said it wrong - she has much more creativity than we have now. Practice makes perfection, and I promise we’ll have a lot of practice, James!”

They both smiled. “James, we love you so much you cannot imagine. Do you remember the weekend when we met? And when I said that my breasts were yours?”

Jenny added, “And when you took me for the first time, and I said nobody else would ever touch me there again? And before you say anything, James, Maureen is part of you and she can touch me whenever she wants, and I’ll enjoy it!”

They gazed at each other. “What will we do with this man? And what will we do with ourselves? We are so hopelessly in love with him that he can do with us whatever he wants! That is a feeling I never thought I’d accept from anybody, but this is what happened and I’m glad that it did.”

I felt my shaft slowly slipping out and Jenny moved to my side. Maureen got the washcloth and cleaned us, and then lay down beside me on the other side, both with their heads on my chest. I took them into my arms.

“I don’t know why I deserve you, but I’m very happy to have you.”

“Well, you have magic eyes that we can fall into, you have wonderful lips that make us tremble, you have magic hands that get us all excited, and you have George - our best friend. But best of all, you love us without any limitation, trusting us, pushing us forward to be better than we thought we could be, and giving us direction in our life. You deserve us, James!”

This was getting emotional, and I tried to lighten the mood.

“What are we going to do tomorrow? Pool? Drive around?”

They liked the idea of taking the car after lunch and driving through the Blue Mountains; we would stay at the pool in the morning.

Jenny warned me. “If these hussies appear again and get naked, I’ll tell them where they can go! Far, far away!”

Maureen laughed. “Jenny, dear, let them play around. We know that James will look, but not touch, at least not intentionally.” I wondered what she meant by this; could I touch unintentionally?

“It’ll be fun to see the frustration in their eyes and if we look close enough, maybe also in James’ eyes. Jenny, he is a man, and men have certain urges; seeing them naked, and I must admit that they are pretty, even the best of them will wonder. Did not Jimmy Carter admit in a Playboy interview that he occasionally lusted after other women? Let James show his self-control!”

I told her that she was evil, and she grinned. “I always had that terrible streak, darling. You have to live with it!”

Jenny was not happy but acquiesced. I pulled them close for a kiss and said good night.

In the morning, the mood was happy - they had done their thing, had been pleased and now they wanted to relax. When they got up and walked to the bathroom, I had to laugh. They looked back and wondered why. I pointed at their backsides; our lovemaking had left its white, dry traces on their cheeks. They did not think that it was funny.

“James, this is your responsibility!” Maureen looked at Jenny. “But I believe that we participated eagerly!”

Jenny nodded and smiled. “Perhaps the next time he could clean us if he objects to this?”

I knew when to shut up and they vanished to do their things. When they came out, dressed in their tiny little bikinis (one blue, one green) the sight was pretty. I dressed myself and we started our breakfast when a bell was ringing. Jenny sighed, “Oh no they...”

I opened the door and there they were - two lovely young ladies each in a short bathrobe, a bikini underneath, and a bottle in her hand.

“Maureen, we know that you know your wines; would you accept a bottle of Cristal to start the day?”

The czar’s champagne sounded wonderful, and I invited them in. They kissed first Jenny, then Maureen and spent their time on and in my mouth. Jenny coughed in the end, and I seated them at the table. The champagne was ice-cold and wonderful; there were pancakes, toast and jam, coffee, and tea (this time in a Westminster Abbey tea warmer), and the conversation was easy. They asked what we wanted to do, and I told them about our idea to drive around a bit. They agreed - there were some beautiful places up in the mountains and the sun would bring out the blue shimmer of the eucalyptus trees. They also told us some more about their plans for the future; they had been approached with an offer to sell or agree to a franchise but were not happy with the idea. They had something unique and difficult to repeat, and a mistake could damage their image.

When we finished, they asked whether they could stay a while with us at the pool, and Maureen nodded. Jenny was not so happy but hid it well.

Everyone changed into bikinis - Maureen and Jenny used very small ones, the Js minuscule ones. One hid the nipples and most of the pussy, the other let the nipples slide out at any moment and the fabric was almost transparent so that most of the pussy was visible. A glorious view, until I caught Jenny glancing at me and got myself under control.

Maureen started with the request that I had to put sunscreen on her, I enjoyed a very nice exercise, and then Jenny followed. When I finished, Jane pouted. “And me, James? Am I forgotten?”

Maureen nodded and I went to work. They were more audacious - as soon as I had the oil on my hands, they reached back and took off the bra. When Jenny glared, they grinned. “We decided yesterday on topless, didn’t we?”

Maureen nodded and Jenny kept quiet. When she got up, she could not hide a moment of discomfort and Jane picked it up.

“What happened, Jenny? Did something happen to you yesterday evening?” Jenny almost exploded, but at the last moment decided to pay back the insinuation.