A Fantasy about Love Pt. 05

Then I started in earnest to work on her, pushing my finger into her and touching her inner walls, sucking her outer lips into my mouth, twirling my tongue around her clit, twisting her nipple with my free hand, and in general keeping her fully occupied. Her legs were clamped around my head, and her hands pushed it as far onto her pussy as it was possible. She twisted around, trying to get me deeper. She moaned, then she moaned more, then she bit into the pillow, and when I bit her clit gently, she came yelling my name. I just hoped that my neighbors were travelling.

She slowly recovered and smiled at me.

"This was not my plan. I was supposed to get you off and then let you take me, but not all is lost. Lie down, please and let me work."

I did as ordered, and she kissed me first, then moving down she concentrated on my penis. She played with it, stroking it gently, taking the tip into her mouth and licking it, letting it go and stroking it again with her hand, then going back to take me deep into her mouth and touching my balls, and always increasing the rhythm, from slow to medium and when she arrived at fast, I almost couldn't stand it. Her head was bobbing up and down on my shaft and when she glanced at me occasionally, she grinned evilly. She lifted her head off for a moment and said that she wanted to see me coming, and that she wanted my cum on her face, and then she went back to business. Up and down, and faster still, her hand stroking my shaft and her tongue twirling around my penis. I had slowly stretched my body following my desire to release my tension, and she realized that I was close. One more effort, one little bite on the tip, and I was gone. She felt it and lifted her head, just as I was exploding. My fluids shot out, hitting her face, her eyebrows and her nose, and then she took my shaft again into her mouth to swallow what was left. She drank it with a very satisfied grin and when I was spent, she asked: "You like?"

I was only able to nod, and she touched her nose where a drop was threatening to fall on the bed. "I will not waste one drop, my darling!" and she caught it on her finger and licked it clean. I pointed to her forehead where another large drop was resting, and she repeated the move. As I showed her where my cum was still visible, she cleaned it thoroughly and with great satisfaction.

There was a last drop on her left breast and she looked at me, waiting for me to do something.

"These are yours: clean them."

I wiped it off with my finger and offered it to her, and she licked it clean. I told her everything was gone; she bent forward and offered her lips for a kiss, waiting for my reaction. I did not hesitate and kissed her deeply, tasting her and me in a wonderful combination of our fluids. She moved up and placed her head on my shoulder for a moment and snuggled her body as close as possible.

She grinned and said: "No rest for the wicked " and moving even farther up slowly straddled me. My shaft was still a bit tired and soft, but she held it in her hand and stroked it gently; then she started to remind me of the first time I saw her naked, of the first time I made her come, of the first time she sucked me off, and when she came to the moment when we had made love for the first time, I was stiff and hard again.

Her mood had changed and she was very serious now. She looked up and whispered: "I beg you a boon, my Goddess -- you gave it to me once and I threw it away and suffered greatly for it. Please Goddess, I beg you, grant me once more your blessing and I shall always honor you with heart and soul; please Goddess, let me be happy again with this man!" and she sank slowly onto my shaft until my penis touched her cervix. I heard the same words she had said many weeks ago :

"Tóg Mise - A thabhairt dom mé féin faoi shaoirse - a dhéanamh dom mise"

She looked at me with her eyes half closed and her concentration was total, intent to feel only her and my satisfaction. She moved slowly and shifted forward and backwards; then she rolled her body around my shaft. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts.

"Hold them, they are yours!"

Her movements started to get more aggressive and faster, and her rhythm seduced me to follow her with my moves. I started to get excited again and she was blushing all over her body. "Goddess, please, accept my plea and let me give myself to him."

She closed her eyes and moved her body without any apparent control, just filled up with the emotion of giving and being taken. Then she tensed and at that moment, I felt once more the grey mist that had surrounded us when we made love the first time. I saw Eileen's heart and soul again, this time a dark yellow aura with black spots twirling around.

A soft voice asked: "Do you mean it this time? I gave you a gift and you threw it away. Will you honor your promise this time? Will you love this man forever, and with all your heart and soul?"

Eileen stopped for a moment and opened her eyes. They were full of love, and she said: "I promise. I promise with all my heart and soul to love this man forever, to be loved and protected, and to protect him."

Then she closed her eyes again and started to move, firmly, not wildly. Her intention was to give herself to me, and that she did. Her climax arrived and at that moment, her aura changed from a misty yellow to a firm gold, her dark spots were slowly dissolving, and it seemed that another aura, mine, was surrounding her on all sides. Then she came, and came, and came again. It was too much for me and I exploded in her, my shaft filling her up, my fluids spurting like a jet into her.

The voice whispered: "Take my blessing, child, and be happy. He'll protect you and love you, and you will do the same for him; but remember that this is the last time I can do this for you!"

Eileen shuddered, opened her eyes with an unfocused glance, and collapsed on me. I held her firm and felt the aftershocks of her climax running through her body. After a while she stirred and looked up.

"James, this is forever now. Never again will I doubt, and never again will you be alone. I know that you have Maureen, but now you have me, too; however you want to have me, I'll be yours, no restrictions and no limits. I know how it hurts when we were separated, and this will never happen again. You will travel or even live in another city and we might be separated physically for some time, but my heart and my soul will always be with you."

Then she closed her eyes, put her head on my shoulder and fell asleep. I thought about what had happened and what was ahead for us. Maureen and I were inseparable and Eileen knew this, but she was now a part of us, too, and somehow we had to come to an arrangement that gave pleasure to all of us, but this was for the future to resolve, and now the emotional stress took me, too, and holding Eileen firmly in my arms, I fell asleep also.

I woke up with Eileen moving beside me. She was slowly waking up and when her movement took my hand off her breast, she protested. She placed it back and opened her eyes.

"It is your obligation to hold my breasts during my sleep; I need to know that you are there. Don't forget this in the future!"

Then she grinned and said: "Just waking up and already giving orders to my lord and master? Do I need to be punished, James? Perhaps a few strokes on my ass? Perhaps a kiss on my lips?"

Then she turned around and lying on her back, suggested that she might have been impaired last night with all the excitement and excessive moves. Could I please verify her body and see that it was alright? Her lips might be the right place to start and then it was up to me how thorough I wanted to be, as she had all the time in her life.

I had the pleasure of kissing her deeply, sucking her tongue into my mouth, battling who was the master (and I lost) and then starting my journey downwards. I stopped at a while at her earlobes, then at her neck and when I came closer to her breasts, I focused my attention on those two magnificent globes.

I always wondered how firm they were: soft and rounded, but firmly pointing upwards. Even now, lying down, they were unyielding to gravity and her big areolae were inviting my kisses. The nipples were firm as a pencil stub and when I took them into my mouth and started to suck, she moaned, getting excited again. She moved and pushed them into my mouth and when I bit gently, she almost came. Like Maureen, she was very sensitive to caresses on her breasts, and I was my pleasure to explore this, but this time I did not want her to come right now and continued my verification effort, sliding down farther. She protested, but not too much, but when I bypassed her pussy lips and went down along her long legs, she mumbled a protest. I kissed her toes and went up on the other leg until I arrived at the junction of her thighs. There was still proof of last night's activities -- dry rests of our fluids around her pussy.

"We were active last night, my darling. Look at you!"

She looked down, blushed and jumping up, ran to the bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth.

"You were a very active part of these activities, too. Do your part, my darling!" and opening her legs wide, the handed me the cloth. I cleaned every part of her pussy and ass, and then continued to check on the interior of those precious parts. She was completely shaved, and her wrinkled dark outer lips were protruding trying to hide her clitoris. I opened them a bit and saw the light red inside glistening with her excitement.

She was wet already and ready for action. When I opened them a bit wider still and pushed one finger gently into her, the first drops of her fluids appeared. I bent down and sucked them away -- I was always fascinated how exciting it was to see a woman who loves you is getting ready to make love. She blushed, moaned, moved around on my finger, and finally, pleaded for me to do something, anything. I moved still farther inside, and her moves became more insistent.

Suddenly, she stopped. "James, I gave myself to you last night. Today, you take me and make me yours once more. Please."

I looked at her and saw in her eyes that she needed this, the confirmation of her blessing. Reluctantly, I withdrew and moved between her legs. She grasped my penis, stroked it and placed it in front of her opening. She moaned and pushed my shaft into her and at the same time, pushed herself up to embed my penis deep inside her. It was wonderful, a tight and wet fitting, and I started to move inside her. She responded enthusiastically and soon we were moving in a syncopated rhythm. It went faster and faster, and deeper and deeper. Then she clasped her legs around my hips, pushed herself upwards into me, and came loudly: "yes, yes ... YES ... Now! ... James, I love you ... faster ... Take me ... YES!"

She tensed up completely, tightening her legs and arms around me, and became completely rigid for a moment. This was enough for me to come, too, and to fill her up again. She relaxed slowly, and holding me tight, said that she never ever would let me go. Then she dropped her legs to her side and pulled me close one more time and closed her eyes. She visibly relaxed and smiled a bit.

"James, this was what I wanted and needed. I'm yours now, and you'll never get rid of me."

Who was I to leave a beautiful woman who loved me so much? The woman who was available for me whenever I wanted her? Who was there when I wanted to love her? Who trusted me to protect her, and was there to protect my back?

Whilst I thought about this, my penis slowly dropped out of her and our mingled fluids followed to flow between her legs and ass onto the bed. I had just cleaned her and now she already needed a repetition? Wasn't there a story that the man could relax after making love and get tender and loving attention? Here Eileen had closed her eyes and was almost certainly asleep, and I had to work to save our bed? There was something wrong in this affair, but I did my job, and looking at her happily asleep and smiling contentedly, I knew that my life had become fuller, and my future richer.

When I got up, she did not move, but mumbled that she was not ready yet, for me to make breakfast and tell her when it was ready. I mumbled, too, but about the injustices of life and went to the bathroom, did my things, showered and put on shorts and a t-shirt. Then I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

There were no pancakes, but eggs and bacon, lots of coffee and some rolls with jam. I went back to the bedroom and waved a cup of coffee under her nose.

"Wake up, sleepyhead! Breakfast is ready!"

She turned to the other side, hid her head under the pillow and told me to go away. I looked at her, but she seemed to be serious. My mind went back to the history of the obedient woman and the masterful man, but there was nothing I could do. In the kitchen I sat down, turned on the TV and watched the news. Nothing special and I switched to National Geographic, to watch a herd of hippopotamus sleeping in a river in Africa. What a romantic situation!

Then the door opened, and Eileen stumbled in, her eyes still closed partially, and looking for me. She hadn't bothered to dress and was gloriously naked. I confirmed what I had thought last night: her breasts were very firm and pointed upwards, and with her nipples already stiff, she wanted some attention.

"You left the bed without giving my puppies their kisses -- they want your attention!" and she sat on my lap and presented her breasts for my mouth. She woke up rather fast and when I started earnestly to go for them, she pulled away.

"James, at this moment I can´t take it anymore. If you need me, you can have me, but I just want to sit here and be in your arms."

This is what we did for the next minutes until she was completely awake. Then she sniffed the coffee and told me to feed her. In a complete rewriting of the past she said that I had abused her trust, had taken her several times without mercy, and it was my duty now to help her recuperate. Women!

I gave her the coffee and, buttered a roll, but told her that to eat the eggs, she would have to do this herself. She got up, hesitated for a moment and came back giving me her breasts for one more kiss, and sat down on the other side of the table. I served her and it was wonderful having a beautiful nude woman in front of you, who did not hesitate to show what she had plenty. Her breasts wriggled when she moved, her nipples became stiff and relaxed again, and her legs closed and opened giving me some interesting views.

We discussed what we could do for the rest of the day and tomorrow, and the obvious conclusion was that we should go back to bed. We cleaned up rapidly and then I took her in my arms and carried her back to my bedroom. That is a wonderful feeling having a beautiful naked woman in your arms, who teases you a bit, but you can see in her eyes that she loves you deeply.

Her skin was soft and warm, her breasts enticing, and when she lay down and opened her legs, I almost started where I had left off an hour ago, but this moment was not to have sexual marathon, but to re-affirm our bond and our love, and we both knew it.

"James, thank you for taking me in once more. You know how much I love you and it hurt me so much to be distant, but this will never happen again. I've found my place beside you, and I shall be the happiest woman on this earth. I'll protect you and Maureen with my life, and when you will have children, I'll be the best grandmother you will ever find.

She started to grin.

"Just remember: grandmothers also need to be loved in every sense of the word! I need gentle love and occasionally I'll need rough love, not violent, but forceful action to exhaust me and confirm to me who the master is; occasionally I'll want also to fulfil one of my sexual fantasies and I hope that I can show you what I want. I hope that you and Maureen will participate and enjoy it, but all the time I'll love you and will be at your side."

This was an interesting subject and we discussed it for a while. I was surprised what Eileen had in mind; some I had never even thought about, but they seemed very stimulating. She said that they were still a remnant of her sexual education she had received from her previous husband who had been very much into this, and who had forced Eileen to follow. I wondered what Maureen would say, but Eileen just smiled and told me to wait.

It was a relaxing and wonderful morning. There was no further action, but a lot of fondling, of kisses and caresses, and sweet words. Then we decided to go out for lunch, and she got up. When she was at the bathroom door I whistled. She looked at me and then laughed and coming back to the bed, she presented her breasts for my kisses. "Woof, Woof" she said and told me that her puppies appreciated the attention.

"You are a fool, but you are our fool!"

She came out almost decently dressed in a narrow skirt and a white blouse that had the first three buttons opened to show a tiny and lacy bra. Her long runner's legs were well tanned and the golden hoops in her ears accentuated the luscious red hair that came to her shoulders in long curls, and her green eyes. A bit of makeup and she was perfect.

I offered her the Porsche, but she declined. "I am not a young girl anymore; I want that my man drives me!"

We went back to a nice little restaurant at the quay and afterwards, seeing the Opera House so close, walked over there. I passed the box office and saw that there was the first Bruch violin concerto that night with a young Australian soloist, and the 9th symphony by Dvorak; I looked at Eileen and she nodded, so I bought two tickets.

We drove to the Gap and she asked me whether it was here that everything had started with the freckle hunting. I confirmed this and looking around and not seeing anybody, she said that she had some freckles just above her left breast and that she thought it a good moment to start the treatment. We sat down and she said "You kiss, and I watch. Good hunting!"

I opened the blouse and revealed the bra that just covered her nipples. I could not see any freckles and advised her about her mistake. She said to look farther down; she was certain that there was a big freckle that needed kisses. I pushed the bra down and there really was a big freckle, with a stiff midpoint waiting to be treated. I did my duty and she said: "Try the other one, too."

I gave it the appropriate attention and she suddenly whispered that people were coming. I pulled back and adjusted her bra and closed two buttons, and then we discussed politely the weather for the following days. I don't know whether we had escaped a disaster, but it seemed that one of the ladies passing by had a very stern expression on her face, and her husband winked at me. Eileen was red all over but maintained her posture. When they were gone, she said that this had been fun, but that she preferred not to be stripped in front of spectators, and could we please go back to the flat now?

We drove back and I stripped her without any spectators. There was some fooling around and general satisfaction at the end. We had a lazy afternoon nap and then prepared to go out for the concert. I did not take a long time: a dark suit, a white shirt, a Celine tie, polished black shoes and I was ready. Obviously, Eileen took more time, but the waiting was worth the time I had spent watching TV.

She was dressed in a long dark green gown, with an interesting décolleté and long slits up to her hips. Her hair was done up with some little things sparkling within it, her diamond earrings added to the picture accentuating her beautiful face and a discreet makeup made one think of angels with second intentions. Her best points were her big radiant eyes, and with love showing in them and lips presenting a warm smile, I could do nothing else, but stare. Maureen was beautiful and I saw where she had inherited her beauty from!