Chapter 240: Memories of Summer Vacation (3)
Chapter 240: Memories of Summer Vacation (3)
“I’m putting it in now~”
I felt Iona’s slender fingers tracing the shaft. Meanwhile, the glans had already begun to plow into Carla’s pussy.
“Haaah….”
At the same time, I thrust my fingers into Elisha’s and Iris’s pussies.
“Haaah.”
“Ngh….”
The sensations from the two different vaginas pressed against my fingers. The feeling of Carla’s insides against my cock. And finally…
“Ngh.”
Iona, biting the nape of my neck from behind.
The stimulation surging from my cock and the excitement of the situation were already a chaotic mix, but adding blood-sucking on top of that made it truly intense.
When I momentarily faltered at the sudden rush of pleasure, Carla noticed it like a hawk and began to sway her hips enticingly.
I let out a small smirk at her blatant demand and slowly began to move my waist.
Squish, squish.
“Hyaaah….”
Perhaps it was because she was already drenched in love fluid, but even though I had just entered, my cock glided back and forth smoothly without any friction.
That didn’t mean it felt dull, though. Even now, Carla’s vaginal walls were twitching pleasurably, begging for semen.
Slap, slap, slap.
“Haaah… I’ll… I’ll move too, Master… Ahh!”
Perhaps frustrated that I couldn’t move my waist violently because Iona was clinging to my back, Carla began to shake her upturned buttocks on her own while remaining on all fours.
When I pulled back, she pulled her hips forward; when I thrust in, she pushed them back.
Thanks to Carla swaying her hips in sync with my movements, I was able to perform quite intense pistoning with minimal effort.
Maybe that was why, even though I had ejaculated not long ago, the urge to come again surged up in an instant.
Suppressing it, I turned my gaze elsewhere.
“Ngh… You, a bit more….”
The next person to catch my eye was Elisha, who looked utterly lost as she surrendered her pussy to my fingers.
She was reacting as if I were teasing an itch—pretending to scratch it while only making it itch more.
Let’s see. The spot Elisha liked was definitely a bit higher up… No, since she was face down, was it lower?
I hooked my fingertips slightly and began to rake against the vaginal wall. Soon, I felt a spot that was noticeably more wrinkled than the rest.
“Eek!?”
“Found it.”
Elisha reacted violently to just a light touch. Her vagina constricted all at once, squeezing my fingers tightly.
Enjoying the vivid sensation of her pussy, I focused on tormenting Elisha’s weak point.
Rub, rub.
“Ahhh!”
Rub, rub, rub.
“Hyaaaaah…!”
Elisha let out feverish moans, reacting to every flick of my hand. It felt like I was playing a fine instrument, and I began to thrust my fingers in and out with renewed vigor.
“Haaah! Ngh… Hyak!”
I always thought this, but Elisha’s voice had a refined quality to it, like an expensive instrument.
That was why it felt even more erotic when she panted with such lewd moans.
Wondering how Iris, who was watching the scene, was doing, I turned my head.
“Hic!”
“…….”
Iris was trembling like a leaf, even though I hadn’t done anything yet. It was very like her to keep her pussy thrust out toward me despite her fear.
“Iris?”
“W-What is it, Master?”
She stammered, trying to act as if nothing were wrong. But unlike her mouth, her body was honest; her pussy was stiff with tension.
“Why are you so scared? It’s just a finger.”
“…Do you realize? Your fingers are a bit special.”
Iris whispered in a low voice, as if revealing a grand secret. Naturally, I didn’t have a trait like Golden Finger.
“I’ll bite. What’s so special about them?”
“When your hands grip me, the strength leaves my body. When you stroke my head, I get sleepy. And when you touch my ears, my womb twitches.”
“???”
Isn’t that just because you’re being overpowered, feeling comfortable, and your ears are an erogenous zone?
But Iris seemed to truly believe there was something in my hands rather than it being her own reaction, as her small buttocks began to quiver.
“If you were to truly start digging around in here with your hand… I don’t know what would happen….”
“…Nothing’s going to happen, so just lift your hips higher.”
Shaking my head, I began to thrust deep into Iris’s pussy.
Squish, squish.
“Ahhh! Ngh… Haaah…!”
Even though I’d only just started moving, Iris let out nasal moans, reacting sensitively.
Basically, it was the same as with Elisha. I curved my fingers and stimulated various parts of her vagina as if scratching them.
I intended to find her erogenous zone and focus my attack there, but…
“Hic! Haaah… Ngh!”
No matter where I touched, Iris twisted her body with a shrill voice as if she were about to go over the edge immediately.
It was as if her entire body was one giant erogenous zone.
“S-See! Your hands really are dangerous!”
“No, I think you’re just really sensitive, Iris.”
“What do you mean…! Are you saying that I, compared to my disciple and her friend, am being pushed to the brink of climax by a mere finger and not even a cock?!”
“Yes.”
Giving a short affirmation, I sped up the movement of my fingers inside Iris.
Squish, squish, squish.
“Hiiiiiiiiii?!”
Just as a cat raises its rear when you pat its back, Iris’s buttocks shot up as I hammered away at her pussy.
From a standard doggy-style position on all fours, Iris shifted into a "push-up" posture with her hips thrust high into the air.
She jerked violently as if she might collapse sideways at any moment, but she somehow managed to maintain her balance.
Thus, while ravaging Elisha’s weak point with my left hand and Iris’s entire pussy with my right, I also accelerated my hip movements.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Ngh! M-Master… Haaah!”
Carla shook her hips frantically, her voice sounding half-slurred.
On my left, Elisha was singing in a beautiful voice about how much pleasure she was feeling.
Squelch, squelch.
“You… Haaah! This is bad… I can’t take this anymore…!”
On the other side, Iris was trembling with her hips held high.
Slap, slap, slap.
“Hic! Haah! Ahhh…!”
I was also half-losing my mind, plowing into three pussies simultaneously. Just as I reached the point where I could no longer hold back my ejaculation and was about to let go…
“Phew.”
Iona, having drunk her fill, pulled her fangs out of my neck.
The sudden stop in blood-sucking caused the urge to ejaculate, which had been right at the tip, to recede.
Feeling a flash of irritation and an even deeper craving, as if I’d been forcibly denied right before coming, I reflexively turned my head back.
“Mmph?”
Iona met me with a kiss. The deep kiss, where our tongues tangled, tasted faintly of blood.
I froze in surprise for a moment, but Iona pressed her body against my back as if telling me not to stop.
I felt the soft sensation of her large breasts being crushed against me, as well as her firm stomach and soft pussy flesh rubbing against me.
As the urge to ejaculate surged back up thanks to her, Iona pulled her lips away and whispered into my ear in a thick voice.
“There, there. Good boy, Student Yandel. Let’s just let out all that white pee and feel better. Shhhhh….”
“What the…?”
It was a sudden bit of baby play. But unlike my mind, which had momentarily gone blank, my body reacted faithfully to that final "shhhh."
At her strangely draining voice, the muscles throughout my body relaxed, and the accumulated semen poured out all at once.
Throb, throb.
“Hyaaaaaah?!”
The semen faithfully filled the inside of Carla’s pussy. At the sensation of being filled, Carla reached her climax.
Following her, Elisha and Iris also reached their peaks one after another, letting out strained cries.
“Haaaaaaah…!”
“Nghaaaaaaa!”
Though their timing was slightly different, all three of them miraculously sprayed their love nectar at the same time.
Splatter….
Watching the streams of fluid soak the bed, I slowly withdrew my cock and fingers.
The women panted heavily, their waists twitching. As I watched the white semen leak out from between Carla’s slowly closing vaginal opening…
Suddenly, Iona reached out from behind and grabbed my cock, which was covered in love fluid and semen.
“No, no. You can still let out a bit more, can’t you?”
“What? No, I just finished….”
“Hup!”
Ignoring my bewildered reaction, Iona curled her hand into a circle. In that state, she began to vigorously stroke my cock.
Stroke, stroke, stroke.
“Ugh.”
Her pale hand focused on giving me a handjob, targeting the glans which had become hypersensitive right after ejaculation.
“W-Wait a moment, Professor. This is too much…!”
“I’ll make sure you let out every last drop of semen!”
“I told you there’s nothing left!”
Despite my protests, Iona didn’t stop the handjob, whatever she was thinking.
My toes curled and my hips kept bucking from the excessive stimulation. Then, after a moment…
Regardless of my will, a large amount of semen really did spray out.
“Ugh….”
As I gritted my teeth against a pleasure I couldn’t quite describe—different from a normal ejaculation—the white fluid was sprayed evenly over the three women who were lying down resting.
Perhaps surprised by the lukewarm temperature, they all looked up at us at once.
Feeling their gazes, Iona opened and closed her hand, which was covered in the sticky liquid, and muttered as if it were fascinating.
“Wow. I saw this in a book I borrowed the other day… and it actually works?”
“…….”
Don’t go experimenting on me like that!