There was a
pop
as Max pulled her last finger out from between Alex's lips. Alex swallowed and took my hand.
I wanted a moment of clarity. I wanted to realize in my madness that the man I had been had succumbed to the blight. I had broken the world and become the dragon. The wind rocked my building. Snow darkened the windows to blackness. I reflected affection on my three women.
"Look at this weather! I think we might have to stay in bed all day tomorrow!" Sam cheered. Alex led me to the edge of the bed. Sam chased behind me. Her long legs straddled my butt and her hands reached under my arms and onto my stomach and chest. She folded forward against me, her large breasts pressed onto my back. I grinned like an idiot.
"I'll be back to keep playing," Max hurriedly pecked me on the cheek. "Let me go to the washroom and get cleaned up for bed."
"We're going to get the bed really dirty," Sam teased.
Max smirked at Sam. The redhead made no hurry towards the washroom. She watched as Alex inched me forward so I sat on the edge of the mattress. She pushed on my knee and knelt before me. She looked up with her puppy-love-filled eyes. "Like this?"
"Just like that. Get real dirty," Max said, running fingers through Alex's hair. I leaned over the kneeling blonde and pecked the worried redhead. She had moved to leave as I moved to kiss. She had stood up, and so I laid the kiss on her tit. She laughed and tried to not reflexively cover herself. She stuck out her tongue and headed to the washroom.
I looked down at Alex. "You look beautiful, what do you want to do down there?"
Sam tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to look at her; she made a fist and mimed the cock going into her mouth.
"I want to be in love," Alex grinned, "so I think I might be good. But how do I show that to you?"
She tapped her lower lip and hummed conspiratorially. Sam's mime got louder. I eased my head back and butted her ear. She scratched her nails all around my chest. There were occasional lines of reddened skin following her fingers but mostly she was pushing only enough to tease me.
Alex looked up. She wanted me to guide her. I was afraid to fail her but I was ready to try for her. I felt the change right down to my bones. I had compromised my inhibitions but not my morals. I stroked my fingers into her hair.
"My hair will be in the way!" Alex squealed when she felt me touch her scalp. She rushed to tie up her hair. I nodded.
"Sam, there's an elastic in my - Oh! I love you, sweetie!" Alex accepted the hair tie that Sam had retrieved from her own bag. "Thank you, Sam."
"You're welcome," Sam said, and blushed through her tan.
"What about a boobjob?" Max had a small towel and was drying off her hands in the bathroom doorway.
"I don't think surgery to catch up to you is going to help, sweetie," Alex said over her shoulder. She looked back to me with a gleeful lick of her lips.
"I like her idea," I grinned. Behind me, Sam tensed. Alex blanched, and looked down at her tits with dismay. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back up. "Closer."
She knee-walked in and I laid my cock on her chest. She looked down again. Her face cleared, and she exhaled in relief. "I thought you meant-", and she gestured her tits expanding enormously. Sam's chin dug into my shoulder and she nodded the same.
"Let's say 'titfuck'," I suggested. I didn't want to screw with their self-images. I had no interest in seeing any of them fuck up their bodies. They were so amazing, so gorgeous, so committed.
"OK, so I..." She grabbed the head of my cock with her left hand and brought her breast in, in the grip of her right hand. I reached down and squeezed her other breast around me. I loved the feel of her skin and the curiosity in her eyes. "This is... this is something I should be doing." She took her hand off the top of my cock and took her breast from my hand. "If you need to fondle someone, we'll call Max back over."
"Max!" Sam shouted next to my ear.
"I could hear you if you whispered," Max said around her toothbrush. She must've stashed it there without my knowing. "I'm almost done here, or I could-"
But by this point I was having trouble listening to her, because Alex had put her back into her work. She chuckled and grinned. Her cheeks were afire but she was proud of herself. Yet, she frowned moment to moment and I realized the problem. "There's some lube in my-"
"I know where it is!" Max stuck her head out from the washroom to shout. She dashed back in and spat into the sink. She came back out of the bathroom smiling and waving the tube in her hand. Her breasts shook invitingly. She was still wearing her jeans. Sam wiggled in against me. Alex kept going. I stroked her hair.
"Give Max a moment. We'll make this even better," I assured her. Max ran over, jiggling hypnotically over her final four short paces. She showed me the label; I nodded. The cap snapped as she opened it and squeezed a large dollop onto the head of my cock. I flinched: it was chilly.
"I'm so sorry!" she yelped and pulled her hands away. A few more smaller drops spattered on Alex, and on my floor. Max winced. "My fault, my fault, I'll clean it up."
''Leave the lube," Sam said, and picked the tube from Max's fingers. Max ran for a towel. I reached down and pulled Alex's breasts apart so we could grease her up.
"Her skin's gone so red," Sam observed in wonder.
"If things seem rough or bad," I said, "we should speak up. My hang-up was that you girls should be learning from people your own age. Well, the most important sex lesson is to speak up."
"Right: speak up, speak loudly, say 'yes!'" Alex threw a crisp salute, then giggled as I coated her tits. Max hurried back over and rubbed away the excess that had fallen on Alex's upper arm, then knelt down on the floor.
I loved the friction and warmth of Alex's breasts. The slippery lubricant made things easier, which required things to be faster to be as stimulating. Alex was beaming now. She thrust her shoulders up and down with glee.
"If you could bottle her joy, you'd make a fortune," Sam commented as she watched Alex's eyes with me. Sam's hands molested me. I loved the warmth from all sides.
"Nah, I'm greedy. This is only for me." I smiled for Alex.
Alex giggled at that. Max knelt down and whispered to Alex. She had been right: the apartment was so small that everything said, was heard.
"Can you suck him when he pushes out the top?" Max suggested.
"That's my girl!" Sam said with a wavering smile. "Oh, wait, that's
Gene's
girl!"
"I like that." Max looked up at me over Alex's shoulder. Alex massaged me with her breasts between my knees. Sam entangled me from behind. I was overwhelmed with congested affection. I was smiling so big it hurt.
"Team Girlfriend," I reiterated as I looked over the two girls in front of me. Where was the fight? I had not known women to share
anything
well, let alone be so accommodating and supportive of each other over sex. I supposed my knowledge of the female heart was anything but encyclopedic. I made sure not to fall back on my worries. It was easy to stay in the moment. Alex's enacted courage was something to behold.
She cocked her neck forward in a painful-looking way. I felt the circle of her lips and we all heard the sloppy slurp of her attempt. She coughed. I stroked her hair.
"It's not a taste I was expecting," she said. I could see she had almost apologized. I'm glad she hadn't.
