Remind them of their shared purpose.

Grant takes a deep breath. New world. New me. ...And, oh God, yes, a big part of me wants this. He clears his throat. "So you both...you both really want this?" he asks weakly.

"I do, honey," Amanda says with a smile.

"I've been wanting to pounce on that cock since you first woke me up and claimed me," Olivia says with a little laugh.

"All right, then." Grant takes a deep breath. "All right, then. Let's do this." Before he can second-guess himself, he opens his pants and frees his aching erection, his heart pounding in his chest.

Both women lean forward slightly, lips parting as he does. "Ohh," Olivia murmurs throatily. "Just as pretty as I imagined."

"It's pretty thoroughly average," Grant says with a weak chuckle. "But thanks."

"It's not just about size, hon," Amanda says with a smile. "That's a beautiful cock..."

"Please, Grant. Let me suck it?" Olivia asks eagerly.

"Y-Yeah. All right," Grant says, hardly able to believe his luck. He steps forward until he's standing directly over the kneeling women, and Olivia leans forward, wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock and sucking it into her mouth as she gazes up at him with wide, blue eyes.

The liquid heat of her mouth is almost unbearable, and Grant groans in pleasure as she sucks him deeper. His cock throbs, aching with the need for release, and a spike of heat flashes through him as Olivia swipes her tongue along the underside of his shaft. Instinctively he reaches forward and tangles his hand in her dirty blonde hair. As he grips her head lightly while she begins to bob up and down, Amanda crawls behind Olivia and quickly pulls the other woman's hair out of the loose bun she's had it in since the pool, letting it fall down around Olivia's shoulders as she finger combs it out.

"So, how is the little skank?" Amanda asks dryly. "Sorry, I mean...Olivia." Olivia, mouth still around Grant's shaft, smirks slightly and raises an eyebrow at him as she sucks hard. Grant moans as he feels his head hit the back of her throat.

"She's...really good," he gasps.

"Mmmmm." To his surprise, Amanda reaches forward and cups Olivia's breasts, stroking them lightly and gently pinching one nipple. Olivia, too, seems taken aback, and a startled spasm from her throat sends a delicious shudder of pleasure through Grant. Olivia moans around his cock as Amanda continues to stroke her. "She's a greedy little slut, all right...I can see why Stephen kept fucking her." A hand dips down between Olivia's legs, making her moan again. "And she's sopping wet for you, too." Olivia squirms as Amanda plays with her clit. "But so am I, Grant. Please, can I get a turn to suck you off, too?"

"Y-Yeah," Grant gasps. "Yeah, that seems fair." He pulls free of Olivia's mouth, leaving her panting and gasping from the continued stimulation of her breasts and clit, and guides Amanda's head firmly to his cock.

Amanda gags far sooner than Olivia, but she doesn't pull back. She begins to bob on his shaft, sucking him with a fervent intensity that leaves Grant gasping as her saliva-filled mouth squelches lewdly around his cock. At first she tries to continue playing with Olivia's body, but soon she's overwhelmed and raises one hand to brace herself on Grant's thighs, the other wrapping around the base of his cock to jerk him off.

Olivia leans back against the king bed, wiping her mouth and smirking as she watches Amanda suck. "Ha, see? We're not that different...and I did hear some fun stories about what this bitch got up to when she was 'wooing' Steve."

"What...what kind of stories?" Grant asks, gasping as Amanda slurps on him.

"Well, apparently when they first got together Amanda here was quite the party girl...and Stevie was a real wolf of Wall Street type, so he knew how to provide that for her. He said in the first six months they were seeing each other she never wore anything but skimpy little dresses, and never had panties under that. They'd do **** at these fancy New York rooftop parties and fuck behind the artificial plants. They had some little routine after parties where she'd blow him on the cab ride home, and if she hadn't gotten him off by the time they got to her place they just kept going to his and she would be his little slut for the night. I even heard one time she and two other guys' girlfriends were the main attraction for a bachelor party for one of Steve's friends...just a night of three sluts letting guys do bumps off their tits and stomachs and cunts and sucking the guys off. Most guys had to cum on their asses and tits, but the bachelor, he got to end the night by cumming on all their faces..."

The thought of a younger Amanda - Mel flashes involuntarily through Grant's mind - covered in cum and sucking some new guy off almost tips Grant over the edge, and he growls as he grips the back of Amanda's head and thrusts deep into her throat. Amanda gags, throat convulsing around his cock before he catches himself and pulls back sharply, leaving her coughing and spitting in his wake. "S-Sorry," he gasps. "That was just...that story..."

"It was...the mid-oughts," Amanda says, coughing. She smiles weakly up at him. "...A different time."

"But the same slut," Olivia murmurs. Now it's her turn to press close to Amanda, one hand slipping between the older woman's thighs, the other pulling her head to one side so Olivia can gently kiss her neck. "I know you've still got that slutty party girl in you," Olivia murmurs as Amanda gasps. "You just don't let her out...not in general, and not even with Steve...and that's the real difference between you and me. But now we've found the right cock...the one that we'll be sucking the rest of our lives...and she can come out again, hmmm?"

"Oh, yes," Amanda moans as Olivia's hand, between her legs, flexes, pushing upward. Grant, whose hand has gone to his own cock, can't watch any more.

"B-Both of you," he gasps. Amanda blinks.

"W-What?"

"B-Both of you...on my cock," he manages to stammer, trying desperately not to orgasm.

"Come on, Amanda," Olivia whispers with a twinkle in her eye. "Like Mary said...we've got to set aside our differences and focus on what's most important. And that's pleasing Grant..." She leans forward and runs her tongue up the side of Grant's shaft. Amanda, somewhat less confidently, follows and begins to lap at the far side. Grant grunts in pleasure and, letting them take charge of his prick, widens his stance and places a hand on each of their heads.

It takes them a few moments to find the rhythm and pattern that allows Olivia and Amanda to suck his cock without getting in each other's way, but soon the two of them are alternating their attention on his shaft, balls, and head. Grant feels ready to burst, and the sounds of their soft moans and slurping filling the room is driving him to distraction. As Olivia goes low to suck on one of his balls and Amanda swirls her tongue under his sensitive, engorged head, Grant looks down to find both of them, kneeling with their heads cupped between his hands, gazing up at him with a look of eager and devoted subservience. The sight of their two sets of adoring eyes and the sensations on his cock are too much and, with a groan, Grant cums.

His first spurt lands in Amanda's mouth, and she makes a muffled noise of satisfaction before sucking him harder. "Oh G-God," Grant moans, acting on instinct and pulling back as his orgasm continues to roil through his body, blocking out his brain. The women gasp as his cock leaves their mouths and he pushes their heads together, continuing to cum. They nestle close and he grabs his cock, stroking himself as jet after jet of sticky, white spunk flies out to coat Amanda's face, landing on her cheeks, her forehead, her now disheveled brown hair. He switches to Olivia, who has her mouth eagerly open, eyes shining, and deposits a squirt of cum onto her tongue before jerking upward to drop his last load on her cheeks and nose. All three of them are moaning with pleasure as he finishes.

Grant collapses onto the bed, spent, as Olivia and Amanda pant, sagging against each other. "Phew!" he says. "That was...that was incredible."

"Mmmm. I'm so glad you enjoyed it," Olivia says throatily. Grant sits up, smiling at the sight of both women lightly glazed with his semen.

"Sorry I didn't...warn you," he says, slightly embarrassed. The women laugh softly.

"Grant, baby, you can do whatever you want with us," Amanda says with a smile. "You never need to apologize."

"Yeah, as long as you're happy, we're happy," Olivia says. She smiles at Amanda. "Which I guess is what Mary wanted us to remember..."

"Right," Amanda says with a smile. "It is nice to see you covered in Grant's cum. You're beautiful this way."

"Thanks. You too..." Olivia glances at Grant. "Should we keep wearing it, or clean it up?"

"Uh, probably best to clean it up," Grant says, blushing slightly. Not that the idea of them wearing his cum out into the apartment with the rest of the women isn't arousing, but he's not sure he's...there, yet. He's taken aback slightly when Olivia leans forward and gently licks Amanda's cheek, swallowing the cum he's left on the older woman. Amanda reciprocates, and for a few seconds he just watches, cock stirring slightly, as the women lick one another until their faces are shiny and clean, not a trace of his climax left. "Damn. You two are freaks."

"Only for you, baby," Amanda says with a smile. "You can do whatever you want...fuck us, love us, punish us, hurt us...as long as you're happy." She smiles at him, but Grant's face darkens.

"Hurt you? Would you really just...let me do that?" He frowns.

"Well...I mean, if it would make you happy...yes," Amanda says softly. Olivia nods, smiling.

"You mean like BDSM stuff? Or really hurt you?" Grant clarifies doggedly.

"Well, I hope that really hurting us wouldn't make you happy," Olivia says with a little laugh. "And I wouldn't feel compelled to let you if I thought you were being **** to hurt us or something. But as long as it made you happy...yeah, you could hurt me. I'd be happy to suffer if it brought you pleasure."

"Me, too," Amanda says, and both women smile up at Grant.

Grant sighs, everything suddenly feeling very heavy, and puts his head in his hands. "All right. Thank you for...for everything," he murmurs. "Why don't you two get dressed and join the others. I'll be out in a second."

"Of course." Olivia nods and gets fluidly to her feet, striding the few feet to her bathing suit and beginning to draw it back on. Amanda hesitates.

"Are you all right, hon?" she asks softly. Grant forces himself to look up and smile at her.

"I'm fine," he says reassuringly. "Just thinking about some things. But I'm...I'm very, very happy." And, at least as the double blowjob goes, that part is true.

But as his women get dressed and slip out the door, leaving him sitting on the bed with his pants around his knees, Grant grapples with a roil of emotions within him. These claimed women...they'd really let me do almost anything to them. He swallows, bile rising slightly as he grapples with the way the thought makes him feel both frightened and aroused. ...I have to be careful, here.

Finally, he takes a deep breath, pulls his pants back on, and heads out into the apartment where his women - his harem? - are busy putting the finishing touches on lunch for them.