Chapter 174: Three Way Work (R18)

I didn’t let them rest for long.

The twins were still bent over the desk, tongues lazily cleaning the mess between each other’s thighs, uniforms wrinkled and stained, asses still glowing from the earlier spanking.

The sight of them like that, two fully dressed academy students tasting my cum out of each other, kept my cock hard and aching. Val stood to the side, calmly straightening her own cuffs, watching with that quiet, knowing smile.

"Enough," I said, voice still locked in the low professor register. "On the floor. Both of you. On your backs. Legs open."

They obeyed without hesitation, sliding down onto the soft rug in front of the desk. Yerin’s short pleated skirt flipped up around her waist as she lay back; Yoona’s longer one stayed folded high.

Their panties were long gone, stretched and discarded somewhere near the door. I stepped between them, looking down at the two flushed, messy students waiting for the next part of their detention.

"Scissor," I ordered. "Press those pretty cunts together around Daddy’s cock. I want to feel both of you at the same time."

Yerin and Yoona moved instantly, sliding closer until their thighs intertwined. Soft, slick folds met in the middle, hot, wet, and still dripping with earlier loads. I dropped to my knees between them, lined my cock up against the seam where their pussies touched, and pushed forward.

The sensation was filthy and perfect. Hot, slippery flesh hugged both sides of my shaft as I thrust between them. Every stroke made my cock slip and slide, the head catching on one entrance and then the other.

Sometimes I sank halfway into Yerin before pulling back and sliding into Yoona instead. Sometimes I stayed right in the middle, grinding against both clits at once while they moaned and squirmed.

"Ahh—Daddy—" Yerin gasped, hips rolling up to press tighter against her sister. "It keeps—nnh—slipping inside—"

Yoona’s black horns pressed back against the rug as she arched. "Don’t stop—please—use both of us—"

I gripped one of each of their thighs, holding them open and pressed together, and started fucking the tight, wet channel they made for me in earnest. The wet, filthy sounds of my cock sliding between two dripping pussies filled the room.

Every few thrusts the head would catch on Yerin’s entrance and sink in deep; the next stroke would slip free and bury itself in Yoona instead. The constant, unpredictable stretch and heat had both of them shaking and moaning within minutes.

Val stepped closer, looking down at the scene with calm appreciation. "Very creative, Professor. Shall I assist further?"

"Get up here," I said, voice rough. "Sit on my face. I want to taste you while I fuck these two. And use those pretty feet on my cock whenever it slips free."

Val didn’t need to be told twice. She removed her pants, pulled her panties aside, and straddled my face in one smooth motion. The soft, warm weight of her settled over my mouth, her slick folds pressing against my lips.

I opened up immediately, tongue dragging through her wetness in long, firm strokes. She tasted clean and faintly sweet, already aroused from watching everything that had come before.

At the same time, her elegant feet found my cock. Soft soles and clever toes wrapped around the shaft whenever it slid free of the twins’ pressed-together pussies, stroking and squeezing in slow, deliberate pumps. The dual sensation, hot, wet cunt on my tongue and the soft, skilled pressure of Val’s feet on my cock, made my hips snap forward harder between Yerin and Yoona.

"Mmm... good," Val murmured above me, grinding down lightly against my mouth. "Lick deeper, Professor. Your students are watching."

I did. I fucked Val’s pussy with my tongue the same way I was fucking the twins, deep, relentless strokes, lips sealing around her clit to suck whenever she pressed down harder. Every time my cock slipped free of the scissored heat, Val’s feet were there to catch it, toes curling around the head, soles sliding up and down the slick shaft, keeping the stimulation constant.

Yerin and Yoona were losing their minds. Their hips rolled and ground against each other and against my cock, soft folds sliding, clits rubbing together every time I thrust. Moans spilled out of them in overlapping waves, high, broken, desperate.

"Daddy—it’s so wet—" Yerin cried out as the head of my cock caught on her entrance and sank in deep for three hard thrusts before slipping free again. "It keeps going into Unnie and then back into me—"

Yoona’s voice was even more wrecked. "Ahh—yes—fill us—use us—Daddy’s cock feels so good between us—"

I growled against Val’s cunt and thrust harder, letting the unpredictable slide continue. Sometimes I stayed buried in Yerin for several strokes, grinding deep while Val’s toes played with my balls. Sometimes I fucked into Yoona instead, feeling her tighter, still-fluttering walls while her sister’s slick folds rubbed against the base of my shaft. The constant switching, the wet heat on both sides, the soft pressure of Val’s feet, and the taste of her on my tongue all stacked into something almost overwhelming.

Val leaned forward a little, bracing her hands on the floor above my head so she could grind down more firmly. Her feet never stopped working my cock, stroking, squeezing, occasionally trapping the head between her soles and rubbing in tight circles whenever it slipped free of the twins. The dual stimulation was filthy and perfect.

"They’re getting close, Professor," Val said, voice a little breathier now as my tongue worked her open. "I can feel how hard you’re licking me... and your students are dripping all over your cock."

I answered by sucking harder on her clit and snapping my hips forward with more force. The head of my cock sank into Yerin again, stretching her open; three thrusts later it slipped free and buried itself in Yoona instead. Both girls cried out, thighs trembling, hands clutching at each other’s uniforms.

"Please—Daddy—let us cum—" Yerin begged, voice high and shaky. "It feels too good—Unnie’s pussy is so soft against mine—"

Yoona’s moan cracked into a sob. "Me too—please—fuck us—use us—we’re your good students—"

I didn’t answer with words. I just kept thrusting, kept licking, kept letting Val’s clever feet stroke and squeeze every time my cock slipped free. The wet sounds in the room were obscene—the slap of my hips against soft thighs, the soft filthy noise of two pussies sliding together around my shaft, the wet suck of my mouth on Val’s cunt, the quiet stroke of her feet along my cock.

Val came first. Her thighs tightened around my head, a soft, broken moan spilling out of her as her pussy pulsed against my tongue. I licked her through it, drinking down every tremor, while her feet kept working my shaft in slow, milking strokes.

The twins followed almost immediately. Yerin’s back arched hard off the rug, a high, desperate cry of "Daddy—" tearing out of her as she came, pussy clenching around the head of my cock just as it sank into her. The rhythmic pulsing dragged me deeper; three thrusts later I slipped free and buried myself in Yoona instead, and the older twin broke with a long, shaking moan, walls fluttering and squeezing around me while her sister’s slick folds rubbed against the base of my shaft.

I lasted maybe ten more thrusts after that. The combination of two pulsing, dripping pussies, Val’s still-trembling weight on my face, and the soft, skilled pressure of her feet finally pushed me over. I slammed deep into Yoona, buried to the hilt, and came hard—thick, heavy pulses flooding her while Yerin’s soft folds still hugged the base of my cock. Some of it leaked out around the seal and slicked both of them even more.

For a long moment none of us moved. Val stayed seated on my face, breathing softly, occasionally rolling her hips so I could keep tasting her. The twins lay tangled together, thighs still intertwined, both of them trembling and dripping, uniforms completely ruined.

Eventually Val lifted herself off my mouth and sat back on her heels, looking down at me with that calm, satisfied smile. Her feet gave my cock one last slow, affectionate stroke before she pulled them away.

"I believe the students have been thoroughly disciplined, Professor," she said quietly. "But they still look rather... unfinished."

I pushed myself up on my elbows, looking at the two flushed, messy, thoroughly fucked girls still scissored together on the rug. Cum leaked from Yoona and smeared across both of their thighs. Their uniforms were a disaster of wrinkled fabric, open shirts, and flipped skirts. Their eyes were glassy and hungry.

I reached out, grabbed one of Yoona’s horns, and tugged just enough to make her look at me.

"Detention’s not over," I said, voice rough. "You’re going to stay exactly like this. Legs locked. Cunts pressed together. And I’m going to fuck that pretty little channel again until both of you are crying."

Yerin let out a shaky, breathless laugh. "Yes, Daddy..."

Yoona’s voice was softer, wrecked. "Please... use us more."

Val smiled and shifted back into position.

I lined my cock back up against the slick, messy seam of their pressed-together pussies, and thrust forward once more.

The wet, filthy slide started all over again, slipping into one, then the other, while Val settled her weight back onto my face and her soft feet found my shaft once more.

The next round was even messier than the last. And I loved every second of it.