Chapter 125

“Ooh, I’ve seen that movie,” Jeanie said, trying to contribute. “I cosplayed as the main guy one year. I think I fucked a girl as him, too. Didn’t kick her in the stomach, though. Drank a lot, felt like barfing.”

“Jeanie, darling, hush,” Alexa said gently, touching her fingers to her friend’s lips. “Continue, Brainiac.”

To my regret, I pulled out of my aunt and studied the three of them, as well as the bed. Alexa propped herself up on her elbows, clearly considering this a waste of good cuddling and fucking time. However, she allowed me to ruminate, so props to her. Jeanie was absently humming ‘Singing In The Rain’ to herself.

I began pointing. “Freja, lie on your side in the middle of the bed.” The Danish girl complied and then I motioned to her fiancée. “Jeanie, do the same and press yourself into her as hard as you can.”

Jeanie scuttled down, lying on her side and pressing herself as hard as she could into Freja, their breasts and pussies squashing together.

“Now can you two girl-fuck one another like that?” I asked.

In response, they looked into one another’s eyes while Jeanie slung a leg over Freja’s waist and began squirming and grinding their hips, their wet slits mushing together. They both nodded in the affirmative.

I looked at my aunt. “Alexa, since you’re the tallest and have the longest legs, just kneel between them and push in, holding on to their upper legs if need be. Go on, try it.”

Alexa made a wry face, but did as I asked. While Freja and Jeanie kept their pussies squished together, she told hold of their legs as she knelt over them. Her longer limbs allowed her to scissor herself in, her wet womanhood pressing into theirs. The shuddered as she began to squirm in rhythm with them.

“Fuck,” she grunted, her eyes squeezed shut. “You motherfucker, you were right! This can work if you try!”

“Maybe, but I wanna try something else,” I replied, smiling evilly. “Freja, Jeanie, lie in opposite directions from one another on your backs, but keep girl-fucking.”

The two of them pulled away from one another while Alexa disengaged and watched. They laid on their backs and scissored their legs past one another until their pussies squashed again. Holding one another’s wrists, they began squirming, moaning in pleasure and clearly enjoying the experiment, whether it failed or not.

“Can you arrange yourself on top of them and sorta nestle in there?” I asked. Alexa snaked herself over the other two and pressed down onto them, her pussy squirming into theirs. Her long legs allowed her to steady herself while writhing. She closed her eyes and sighed.

“Gnnnn, you bastard,” she sighed. “I oughta be so mad at you about this. You proved three-way fucking for girls exists.”

“I know,” I said, pleased with myself. “Before my dad did, possibly. It’s like finding the theory for infinite energy. An engine powered by a lesbian flywheel.”

“Klamt,” moaned Freja, shivering as their three pussies mingled against all odds. “Is he always this insufferable?”

“Only when he’s right,” Alexa panted, leaning down and reaching for their breasts, which she groped eagerly while fucking them. “Guess he takes after my sister that way.”

“I got one more,” I said, beckoning to them. “C’mon over to the chesterfield.”

The three girls disentangled themselves and followed me to the indicated furniture. I then took Alexa by the hand and began positioning her. She allowed me to do whatever the Hell I was doing, because she trusted me implicitly, no matter how crazy it seemed. I made her lie on her shoulders and upper back at the foot of the chesterfield, resting against it with her legs in the air. I then pulled her legs apart gently until she was almost doing a perfect split upside down.

“Freja, Jeanie, stand over her and you can grind against her and each other now.” I said to them, pointing at my aunt’s splayed legs and available privates. They both eagerly clambered over her, one of their feet near her head while the other leg knelt on the cushions above. The two now pressed their pussies down onto hers and into one another’s. It worked because Alexa’s hips were the widest and she was the most flexible. Freja and Jeanie grappled onto one another and began kissing hungrily while squirming their slits together and down onto Alexa’s. All three moaned in pleasure. My aunt sighed and fondled her breasts while the two above fucked shamelessly.

I just watched smugly, using my phone to get some up-close and personal recordings of the action, especially when all three of them strained and groaned loudly, cumming on one another before Freja and Jeanie collapsed on the chesterfield, exhausted. They pulled Alexa up to join them in the slick, warm tangle of female flesh and cuddled into her. I nodded in satisfaction and stopped recording.

“Well, my work here is done,” I said simply, but my tone of voice had the quality of a grand bow. “I suppose I should get dressed and head off now, gotta keep up appearances at the university, after all.”

“Yeah, that’s right, you’d better run…” Alexa murmured rather feebly, flopping a hand in my direction. Y’know what’s good for you… smug bastard.”

“Thanks, by the way!” Jeanie called out as I gathered up my clothes and headed into the bathroom to change.

“Jeanie, no!” Alexa hissed. “If you compliment him, then he’s won! Never let the male think they’ve won!”

“Oh, shit, I’ve been doing it wrong my whole life, then.” I heard the air-headed brunette say in distress.

***

Several weeks had passed since my dad had been stabbed and he was working out again regularly, with mom watching carefully to make sure he didn’t overdo it. I made the mistake of pointing out that he would probably only overdo if it he was trying to impress her, so her presence might be counter-productive.

The look she gave me made it abundantly clear that she wasn’t too old to have more children. If she killed me, she’d just make another, and tell them what an idiot the last kid was. I stopped talking.

So, there we were, in the campus gym, watching my dad use the curl bar to help peak his already ridiculously peaked biceps. Mom was sitting nearby, drinking water and reading a treatise on dark matter. Dad invited me to work out alongside him, but I wasn’t feeling it at the moment, having done some exercise that morning, and just spotted for him instead.

Alexa showed up after a while and my mom got up and hugged her before bringing her to sit.

“Where are Flopsy and Mopsy?” mom asked.

Alexa smirked. “I’m sure they’ll be here soon, I told them Mike was working out and Freja hasn’t really seen your husband’s shredded bod yet. They can’t be far off.”

“Which one’s Flopsy and which one’s Mospy?” I asked my mother.

She shrugged. “Well, which one is likely to end up on her back first? That’d be Flopsy. The one you’d use to sponge up all the fluids after would be Mospy.”

Alexa shivered and made a grossed-out face. “There’s some imagery I didn’t need. Even worse, I still can’t decide which is which.”

We all laughed, including dad from his place nearby. Alexa gave him a wry look as she observed the amount he was curling. “I’m pretty sure that’s more than Jeanie and Freja weigh combined, bro. You’re scary.”

“You think I convinced them to give me the department head post in Astrophysics when I retire with my intellect alone?” he replied cheerfully, doing his eight-zillionth rep.

“Probably,” Alexa said. “I’m just surprised you didn’t pull a Milton Berle and flop your johnson out on the table to intimidate them all.”

“Oh, you didn’t actually do that, did you?” mom asked in distaste, giving him a wry look.

“Not without you being there,” dad answered. “Can you imagine how that would’ve gone?”

Can we please stop talking about my dad’s weenie?” I pleaded. “First it’s my aunt’s jugs wiggling in my face, then mom’s nude in my hotel room, guilty of streaking, and now dad owes his senior position in the university hierarchy to the size of his shmoo? Why can’t this be made up?”

They were all laughing at me when Flopsy and Mopsy arrived. Jeanie was giving mom and Alexa squishy hugs (the only kind she knew) while Freja had simply walked up to dad and was staring at his muscles in fascination.

“You’re too big,” she muttered, poking his abdomen. Dad had been exercising without a shirt, so his muscles were quite visible beneath his gleaming skin. “What would have been so wrong with being a normal size?”