Chapter 124

“They were initially whining about finding a beautiful spot like our glade that had emotional significance,” she added. “Neither of them were amused when I suggested the gym equipment room we all fucked in.”

“Can’t imagine why,” I laughed. “Do we think Jeanie’s parents will approve?” I asked.

My aunt shrugged. “We Skype-called them.”

“And?”

She took a deep breath. “It probably would have gone better if the two of them had remembered to put some clothes on before they made the call.”

I started chuckling and Alexa waited politely until I managed to control myself. “Hey, at least it was a waists-up conversation, with only their tits visible,” she added, trying to emphasize the positive. “Given that Freja still had her end of a massive purple double-dildo shoved inside her.”

“The mind doth boggle,” I sighed cheerfully. “In spite of that, the conversation somehow managed to go well?”

She nodded again. “Once they accepted the fact that their daughter found someone as depraved as her, they began asking questions and are perfectly happy with Freja’s university choices and aspirations. They approved the marriage and I thought Jeanie was gonna faint on the spot. The call ended when she tackled Freja in excitement to kiss her and knocked the laptop off the bed.”

“Sounds familiar.” I laughed. “You managed to steer clear of the minefield?”

“Oh, yes,” she said seriously. “No way I was jumping into that potential dumpster fire, unless they completely blew it and needed an intermediary. Then I probably would have called your dad to just scare Jeanie’s parents into saying yes.”

“Helluva night.” I concluded.

“That wasn’t the end of it,” she sighed wearily. “Then we went online to look at rings, since they apparently didn’t make it to People’s Jewellers earlier, so that took the best part of an hour.”

“But…”

“But even while we were surfing, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, or me, and we ended up in another sweaty Sapphic tangle. We spent half an hour trying to pussy-fuck one another all at the same time, with no success, so we just made one another cum until they passed out and I was the only one left conscious. I just got out of the shower a few minutes before you called.”

“I’m a little annoyed that they just started looking for wedding rings like that while you were around,” I muttered. “Wasn’t very sensitive.”

She smiled lightly and shrugged. “It’s okay, Alex, Freja’s my friend and needs me. It’s not in any way, shape, or form her fault, or Jeanie’s, that you and I are in the quandary we’re in.”

“True,” I admitted. “Besides, have they got sweet wedding rings like these?” I asked slyly, holding up my hand to show her the Ring-Pop base I wore on my ring finger.

She giggled and held up her own hand, showing that she was wearing hers. “They’ll never find anything as epic as these, you’re right.”

She then looked at the floor for a moment and then back at me. “You’re… you’re not mad at me about that song I sang tonight, are you?”

I shook my head. “I know everyone will assume it’s meant for Freja, but I was pretty damned certain it was directed at me, even if you were looking almost exclusively at her.”

“I couldn’t look at you while I sang it,” she said sadly. “First, because Karen and Mike couldn’t know, but also it would have just hurt too much. I might have started crying. Hell, I almost did anyway.”

“I know,” I said heavily. “I saw. And it was a sad song, but I loved that you did it, Alexa. Because you’re right. No regrets. Even if we can’t be together, our time with one another will always be the high-point of my life.”

She smiled at me and there were crystalline tears in her eyes.

***

Yet another wedding. And once again, not Alexa’s and mine. Okay, granted, we live in a country where avunculate marriage is illegal, but after a while, going to other people’s weddings can be frustrating, even if they’re people you care about very much.

Freja was marrying Jeanie and it had turned into quite the whirlwind of activity. Jeanie was rushing around, not accomplishing much, but to her credit still finding plenty of time for spontaneous sex and orgies. Alexa usually got sucked into the vortex of depravity, and they included me when they could, but they had to be a little more careful about that for obvious reasons. Mom and dad expected my aunt to be apart of that maenadic frenzy, they couldn’t know about my involvement.

A lot of times, I was chauffeuring Alexa to the hotel where Freja was staying while I supposedly headed out to the university to continue with our summer internship for the Languages department. When I did make it to the university, I worked like a madman, to make up for the time I was spending with Alexa, Jeanie and Freja. No one seemed to have caught on, thankfully.

This afternoon I’d been playing hooky from my duties and found myself in a sweaty, slippery tangle of female flesh as we all churned, writhed and moaned on the hotel bed. Freja was lying on her back with her legs spread wide while I knelt between them, pumping my cock in and out of her strongly. She was moaning loudly into Alexa’s pussy, who was grinding on her friend’s face while kissing Jeanie greedily. Jeanie’s body was suspended over Freja’s, her arms wrapped around Alexa’s shoulders while I held her by her hips, supporting her weight and lapped at her gooey slit.

Alexa’s and Jeanie’s tongues tangled and they moaned into one another’s mouths. Alexa and I were more than strong enough to support Jeanie comfortably in what would otherwise be an awkward position. Freja was the slenderest of the three girls, while Jeanie was in the middle and Alexa was the tallest and most athletic. This isn’t to say she was big, of course, because my aunt couldn’t even be called husky, but she had the largest tits and her body was exquisitely toned all over.

Jeanie shuddered and wailed into Alexa’s mouth, cumming on my tongue. This seemed to set off Freja, who squirmed on my cock and clenched it fiercely, bathing my hips in her essence. Seconds later, Freja’s tongue sent Alexa into orbit, her face glistening with my aunt’s cum. Now that all the women had climaxed, I surrendered to the overwhelming urge to orgasm, pumping my creamy offering into Freja’s wanton pussy.

Heaving and panting, we all basked in the afterglow of our shared climax. We gently set Jeanie down onto Freja and they wrapped their arms around one another and began kissing and cuddling. I laid Alexa on her back and sank my cock deep inside her, both of us sighing in pleasure and relief. I felt truly contented and at home now. We kissed lovingly and she wrapped her legs around me to keep me deep inside her.

As couples in love, we laid side-by-side, enjoying our moments of bliss. Jeanie and Freja were pressed into us, but we didn’t mind. After making out for several minutes, Freja sighed. “It is a pity we must relinquish Alex to the university, because I could really stand to be fucked some more.”

“Sorry, darling, you’ll just have to make due with Jeanie and I using strap-on’s on you while he’s gone,” Alexa said soothingly, reaching over and caressing her best friend’s cheek. “How ever will you survive without cock?”

Jeanie giggled. “I kinda like doing the ol’ bump’n’grind when there’s no guy around. It’s something only we girls can do, sorta like a secret club thing.”

“True, I do love to scissor,” Alexa agreed. “But it’s a two-girls-only sport and that means one of us is always only watching, or at best getting eaten out.”

“Huh?” I asked somewhat obtusely.

“Well, I wouldn’t expect a guy to understand, since you can’t do it or even simulate it,” Alexa replied. “But it just occurs to me that there’s three of us and tribbing only has room for two. There’s no way for us all to get in on the action.”

I frowned. “Bull.”

My aunt raised an eyebrow at me. “Alex, it’s been that way for thousands of years, trust me.”

I knelt up now, my cock still inside her, but thinking. Alexa almost frowned at me, taking exception to interrupting our tender moment to disagree about the logistics of tribadism.

“Alex, we’ve thought about this before.”

“Well, yes, but thinking is for the gloopy ones,” I replied, channeling my inner Anthony Burgess. “While the oomny use, like, inspiration, and what Bog sends.”

Freja gave Alexa a sour look. “Is he using A Clockwork Orange against us?”

“Well, his name is Alex…” my aunt sighed.