A Fantasy about Love Pt. 18 - Final!

It had been Maureen who had been holding Jenny's hand and happy to see our love; she had been stroking slowly her body, waiting for another turn, but now was impatient to have her turn.

"Jenny darling, I'd like to try once more. Please let him go!" Jenny grinned at her, telling that she was very comfortable in this position, not tired at all, and perhaps she could motivate George to have another go? Not probable, but not impossible.....

Maureen stared at her.

"You're mean, Maureen darling. I'd like to try once more. Please?"

Maureen continued to stare at her, and Jenny slowly conceded defeat; hierarchy was re-established. I slowly moved off her and she sighed. "James, thank you. Now I'll sleep well!"

I was well spent, but Maureen believed in miracles. She went down to see George and try to establish a third contact of the intense kind, but without success. George was tired. In desperation she reminded him about our first time, how he had opened Jenny (and telling him that that was her present to him!), and then she started to torture me.

"Remember when you had Mom? Remember when you had us both? Remember when you took me in my ass?"

There was a small movement.

"Remember when you had Jenny and me in our ass? Do you want to try once more?"

Jenny sat up. "Should I get the salmon, Maureen?"

Now George was awake once more, not completely ready, but willing. Jenny vanished and came back with two bottles and some salmon finger food, and now George was willing and ready. It did not take long, and both were lying before me, willing to try one more time. All these memories that Maureen had invoked, were running around in my brain, and I was ready and willing also.

They didn't want any prolonged foreplay, and Maureen guided me into her pussy. "James, get me ready!" I stroked gently at first, but then increased my speed until she cried "James, now take me in my ass!"

I wondered where this energy had come from but obeyed dutifully. She sat up, took the KY that Jenny handed her, put a big drop on my shaft and rubbed some into her ass, and looking at me, slowly sank down on George. It was difficult at first, but she was determined. Her face showed the progress: determination, initial pain, determination, first success, determination, and then success when she had settled down on me. A tear formed in the corner of her eye, but I leaned forward and softly kissed it away. She closed her eyes for a moment, wriggling into the right position, and started to move. Her smile was so loving that I slowed to enjoy it. We searched each other's eyes, memorizing the love we found there.

"Love me ...." she breathed. I did. Slowly, I withdrew a bit and then pushed more of myself into her, as she was breathing in deeply at each movement of my shaft inside her. When I had about half my length in her, I paused again. I reached around her thigh, to caress her pussy, running my fingertips over her swollen labia, teasing her erect clit.

Everything I had, I gave to her. Even our breathing synchronized as our eyes stayed locked with each other's. Each down stroke brought bliss; each withdrawal came with it a longing to return. Time passed so wonderfully slow. Finally, when her eyes finally closed and she went rigid, I covered her lips with mine and lost myself with her.

"That was...intense...." I whispered between breaths.

"It was wonderful," she returned, my arms still holding her tight upon me. "It was perfect," she added with her loving and sated smile. I took in her face for a moment and knew without a doubt, that she loved me as much as I loved her.

"Why do you love me so much?" I asked. Her laugh was warming.

"How could I not?" Maureen replied softly. Her hands held my head, not letting me look away. "A girl can go a lifetime and never know what's in a man's head. In these moments I know what's in yours and I see your love for me. I know that you worry about your past, thinking you might not measure up. Well, I know the man you are and that is the man I love. I know how you see me...and I've never felt so beautiful."

She slowly withdrew and lay beside me. Jenny had been holding her hand all the time and was quiet, just touching and caressing us. Then she moved between us.

"James, Maureen, I wanted my turn but after seeing the deep love you have for each other, I can wait for tomorrow. I know how much there is between us; there is no competition who can come more."

She kissed first Maureen (and I remembered that this had become usual -- she first and I a distant second), and then hugged me. "My love, you know me and what I feel; there is not now and never will be a limit to my dedication to you and the love I feel for you. I know that Maureen was your first, but remember that I was your first also. There will never be another man for me, and I'd die if you ever left me. There is that huge responsibility on your shoulders, but I'm certain that that responsibility never will be tested!"

Now it was Maureen who kissed Jenny (there was an involuntary sharp elbow in my stomach when she moved over me, but I was certain that this was not the moment to complain).

"Jenny, you're a fool. James will never betray you or me. First he loves us, second he knows that we are one, not anymore one behind the other. If he loses one, he also loses the other. He also knows that there is nobody better for him than you or me, and last he knows that I would kill him!"

Jenny nodded and embraced her (and this time a knee was added to the moment).

"Darling, I know and it's at these moments I feel our love the deepest -- having made love to my man, seeing him loving my sister, and now feeling our bodies intertwined. This is better than paradise!'

After a moment it seemed that the emotions were slowing down, and a grin appeared on Jenny's face.

"The two of you better remember that tomorrow is my turn: Protein in the morning, veal, Pinot Noir and pussy at night, and vodka and salmon as a dessert. James, you better not plan any excessive exercises during the day!"

She burst out laughing and we joined her, happy, satisfied and in love. The next morning, she had her protein directly from the source, and she was happy. She laughed when we had our shower.

"My breasts aren't that dirty...." as I washed them for the third time. Something about her soapy breasts, the way they were slippery and soft, fascinated me. I also imagined they were invented as my personal property.

"They are absolutely filthy!" I joked, reaching around her to massage them again. I was half aroused, but the need wasn't strong. I was more than satisfied to just have her near me as the warm water caressed our skin. And I must say that at night Jenny was satisfied, sated and exhausted.

Life went on, occasionally tense, more often growing towards our goals. There was a problem in Germany with one of the trucking companies, but we could resolve it.

The Schloss de Winter company became profitable rather sooner than we had budgeted (which was a pleasant surprise) and it grew rapidly. We increased prices because there were long waiting lists, build the Knights Tournament stage, and increased the size of the stadium for their soccer team. Maureen and Allan introduced rugby, but without success, and they did not try cricket. We built a golf course and used the concert hall to have shows: Andre Rieux was the first one. We stayed there as often as possible, since it was fun to walk around and see the city come alive. There was always a ball on our visits; my and the city's ladies wanted to show off and every time it was a roaring success; only once a federal government official tried to hustle his way into our event, but he was quietly removed by the mayor, who by this time had become a countrywide celebrity for his way to bring Elk back into the modern world.

It also helped everyone to brush up on our German and Polish language skills. Maureen suggested that we sent our second-year Trainees for six weeks to Poland to see another world and culture; it became a big success and I had my own waiting list. One even fell in love with a young lady and proposed; we went to their wedding. Krystyna finished her university degree: in logistics! She married and started to work for NT; she brought one of her younger sisters to Australia and our problem was resolved.

Business offered problems and opportunities; we continued to grow and were courted by FedEx and two hedge funds giving us a theoretical value of close to ten billion dollars. We kept our promise, however; we were a family company and stayed one. DHL and FEDEX knew us as a serious competitor and we gave them a good run, it helped that they had no chance against us in our own backyard. We had recently another two-year economic downturn, but we managed to hold on and our staff supported us to the full; when it passed, we gave them all a very generous bonus. They were fiercely loyal to us and the company, and when one had to leave, we had a long list of applicants to choose from.

Looking back, I realized how lucky I had been that I went to Peter's party. We have three boys and two girls now (and still counting). The last two were born on the same day; Jenny had a girl and I tried to name her Scheherazade, but was not successful, even reminding them about the wonderful times we had in our Arabian fantasies. This was not something they wanted to share and Jenny (typically the pragmatic Jenny) asked me how she would be called in school? And by her friends? Sche? Zade?

She decided on Margaret, the name of the daughter Ellen and Allan had lost many years ago; it was still a deep loss for him, even today. Allan went absolutely overboard, and she was always his favorite niece. Maureen had a boy and she called him Brad after her long-dead father; my suggestion of Winnetou was completely ignored. I had read as a boy all books written by Karl May many, many years ago, and he had always been my childhood hero: the noble red Indian, proud and strong, a friend to the death and death to his enemies. Looking at them I saw traces of our families: Eileen (the daughter) had red hair and Margaret started to have long black tresses; the boys had my light blond hair.

By now, most of the society had accepted our unusual lifestyle, our children were beautiful as their mothers and especially Eileen (the second daughter) was a joy to observe. She had learned early to manipulate the people around her and got most of what she wanted; her only problem with life was that her charm did not work with her three parents. They were all very intelligent and the school we had sponsored had by now special projects for outstanding students, even if they were still rather young. Other schools had copied our system with varying success, but I believe that our school worked better because we stayed closely involved.

Maureen was the center point of our family and had started a vineyard with her mother -- super premium wines only, naturally (watch out, Grange!)! She also had started a project to help young orphans, which was rapidly growing with the attention she devoted to it, and Jenny and I ran the company, which had expanded into Asia and Great Britain. We had now our own small fleet of cargo planes and fully integrated logistics.

Whenever I had to travel, either Maureen or Jenny traveled with me. I had tried again (not very forcefully) that I was old enough to go out on my own and they reminded me (very forcefully) of their promise that I never would sleep alone (and when the two last children were born, I was forbidden to travel at all). We had our arguments and sporadically someone snapped at the other, but we always obeyed one of our basic rules: never go to sleep angry at the other, even if it would cost hours of heated discussion.

After a while life returned to normal; Eileen (the mother) had become an important social leader and helped Allan with his work, and their son Mathew stayed more time in our house than in theirs; he was part of the extended family and Eileen's (the daughter) most favorite obedient servant.

We had only one major business problem: a new party was elected in Poland and formed a very nationalistic government. We were called to Warsaw to discuss our relationship with them and to my surprise, there was an open request for a huge bribe. I rejected it, obviously, and we had some harrowing moments before the problem was resolved. I had collected proof of the requests for bribes, and through the help of a major international investigative company and our own supply of hackers, presented the whole mess to the Polish authorities (which would not have resolved anything at all), but also the international media and the Polish people. A new election was forced, and the two parties lost heavily, with the PM and his cronies ending up in jail. We thought it appropriate not to appear in Poland for some time! But that's another story!

We continued to enjoy each other emotionally and physically -- the occasional smoked salmon and vodka night was continued -- and though we were working hard, we continued our running and martial arts exercises. Jenny won another statewide competition and was trying for her fifth Dan, and to nobody´s surprise, Maureen was instituted as an Officer of the Australian Order of Merit. Her work with orphans was well documented and we all had our medals to show (and the Australian was as beautiful as the Polish one, the German ones were rather austere). Maureen was happy to care for us and the children, and I had the honor of teaching at sensei's dojo.

Our life was full, and I believe that we had made a difference to the people around us; I promised myself that I would always make certain that we would forever love and trust each other, continue to grow, and help others to the extent possible. What more could I want from life?

THE END