Daily Life of Becoming Family
The two women knelt before me.
Their expressions as they looked up were strikingly different.
Ayeong’s ears burned crimson, yet her face held the quiet confidence that I would enjoy this. A gentle smile curved her lips. Beside her, Jinhui’s gaze kept flickering. She had followed Ayeong’s assurance that I would like it, but the awkward smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth kept appearing and vanishing.
Mature curves wrapped in a black negligee, and fresh, youthful lines accentuated by a blue garter belt.
Light spilled down across Ayeong’s collarbone while the clips of Jinhui’s garter belt glinted faintly against her thighs.
Two women with completely different charms knelt side by side, gazing up at the same man.
“Then shall we receive your service?”
Ayeong’s hand rose first. She unbuckled my belt, lowered the zipper, and tugged my pants down to my thighs. When my already straining erection sprang free, her eyes widened slightly before settling into a familiar, eager expression.
Both women extended their tongues at the same time. There was no question of who went first.
Slurp… lick.
Ayeong’s tongue slowly coiled around the head. After circling it once, she began kissing and sucking with her lips—already moving in her own practiced rhythm. Even as she sucked, her eyes looked up at me, drenched in arousal. Her face said she wasn’t the only one who enjoyed this.
At the same time, Jinhui’s mouth slid down the shaft. She placed careful kisses around the base and balls, then glanced up at Ayeong. As if unwilling to lose, she stretched her tongue out fully and licked along the side of the shaft.
Slurp… suck.
Ayeong must have felt it; she lifted her mouth from the head and moved to the opposite side of the shaft. From both sides, their tongues sandwiched me and rose together. So close their breaths mingled, their warm exhalations brushing across my skin.
Above, Ayeong’s relaxed, skillful tongue. Below, Jinhui’s hot mouth, stubbornly refusing to be outdone.
My two women knelt side by side, sucking me at the same time.
The pleasure of their teamwork brought me a happiness beyond words.
“Ayeong, come here.”
At my words, Ayeong lifted her mouth from me and rose. The two thin black straps of her negligee rested on her shoulders.
I caught the right strap with my fingertips. The delicate thread brushed across her collarbone and slid off her shoulder. Ayeong’s breath caught. A faint red mark lingered where the strap had passed over her bare skin. I slid the left strap down at the same pace. The negligee, no longer held up, caught for a moment on her breasts before I swept it downward. The black fabric slid past her waist and pooled at her feet.
What remained was a single layer of lace.
Black lace cradled the underside of her breasts, hinting at the shape of her nipples. I pinched the edge of the lace with two fingers. Ayeong swallowed, looking up at me. As I slowly lifted it, the fabric peeled away from her skin and her breasts swayed gently.
“Use your chest for me.”
“Yes.”
Ayeong nodded shyly and knelt before me again. She gathered her breasts with both hands and wrapped them around my length. The soft pressure from both sides made my hips twitch. Her body heat transferred directly. As she began to move slowly, she kissed and sucked the tip that rose between them.
Slurp… suck… slurp.
Wet sounds filled the room.
I glanced sideways. Jinhui stood half a step away, head turned aside. The tips of her ears were bright red. Though she tried to avoid it, her feet still pointed toward us.
I reached out and pulled her wrist.
“Just watching?”
“Ah… um…”
I drew her close by the waist and kissed her flushed face. Her lips, stiff for only a moment, softened, and her tongue eagerly tangled with mine.
Above, Jinhui’s hot breath. Below, Ayeong’s wet mouth.
Slurp… lick.
Obscene, slippery sounds rose from both directions at once.
While kissing her, I slid my hand between Jinhui’s thighs. The blue silk was already soaked. Her arousal had trickled past the edge of her panties, coating my fingertips.
“Haa.”
I pulled my mouth away and lifted my glistening index finger. A sticky strand stretched from the tip like a thread. I brought it to Jinhui’s lips.
Jinhui squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth. She took my finger and sucked it slowly.
Below, the suction suddenly grew stronger. When I looked down, Ayeong was gazing up at me. Her eyes asked me to pay attention to her. She moved her breasts more vigorously around me and sucked the head deeply.
Slurp, pop, slurp.
I grabbed a handful of Ayeong’s hair, pulled free from her cleavage, and pushed straight into her mouth. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull back. When I thrust until I reached the back of her throat, hot breath burst from her nose. The contracting squeeze inside made my hips tighten.
Gulp… gluck.
Ayeong’s throat convulsed.
“Kgh… kgh…”
The sounds of her swallowing mixed with her coughing. Not a single drop escaped. She wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, then slowly drew me out, sucking all the way to the tip until I was clean.
Slurp.
She finished with a final kiss on the head.
Jinhui’s thighs trembled faintly beside me. The arousal that had leaked past her silk panties ran down her inner thighs all the way to her knees.
I hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already like this.
I lay back on the bed.
Ayeong climbed on first. She straddled my waist with her knees, then hooked a finger under the triangle of her panties and pulled them aside. She had only serviced me with her mouth, yet her entrance was already drenched. The moment her flowing nectar touched the tip, it ran down my shaft.
Ayeong grasped me with one hand and aligned our bodies. Her entrance twitched and clung to the head. The kiss-like way her folds gripped and released made my hips rise on their own.
Ayeong lowered herself slowly.
Squish.
Her inner walls enveloped me in warm, soft heat. With every inch she swallowed, her breath hitched.
“Haa…”
She let out a deep sigh as she took me to the hilt. When the tip pressed against the end of her passage, her waist quivered. Her cervix nudged and clung to the head again and again, as if begging to be impregnated. Even sitting still, her insides writhed and squeezed around me.
That alone made Ayeong’s back arch like a bow.
“Haah…!”
The wild pulsing of her tightening pussy traveled through my length. She reached climax in less than ten seconds. I hadn’t even moved.
I savored the sight at leisure, then turned my gaze aside. At some point Jinhui had climbed onto the edge of the bed and sat there. She kept her legs pressed together, watching us with moist eyes. I could see her thighs clenched tightly. Though she tried not to look, her gaze refused to leave the place where Ayeong and I were joined.
“Jealous?”
“…No, I’m not.”
She bit her lip and turned her head, yet her body had already scooted half a span closer.
“Come here.”
Jinhui bit her lip again, then crawled over on her knees. When I grabbed her thighs and pulled her forward, a short cry escaped her. Her legs settled on either side of my face, placing her soaked panties right before my nose. Ayeong and Jinhui now faced each other, both seated atop me.
I slowly licked upward across the fabric.
“Hngh… w-what… don’t.”
Jinhui’s thighs twitched and tightened. Her body heat passed straight through the drenched cloth. I gripped her thighs with both hands and pushed the panties aside with my tongue. When her tightly closed folds were revealed, I slid my tongue along the seam.
“Haah…!”
Slurp… suck.
Jinhui’s waist bucked, her upper body pitching forward. She tried to lift her hips as if to escape, but when my tongue plunged deeper she sank back down under her own weight. The force with which her pussy gripped my mouth grew stronger and stronger.
Before the aftershocks of her climax had faded, Ayeong began moving her hips again.
Slap… slap… slap.
Their moans overlapped. Ayeong’s low, deep sighs and Jinhui’s sharp, broken breaths filled the room in turns. Every time Ayeong lowered herself, her cervix nudged and pressed against the head. Every time Jinhui twisted to escape my tongue, she only pressed herself more tightly against it.
“Hngh… haah…”
“Haah… hngh…”
In front of the leaning Jinhui, Ayeong’s breasts swayed in rhythm. Jinhui’s hand rose. Without realizing it, she grabbed Ayeong’s breast.
“Hngh…!”
Ayeong’s pussy trembled violently and tightened once more.
“Ah… hngh, s-sorry…”
“Ah, no… it’s okay.”
Ayeong answered in a trembling voice. She didn’t brush Jinhui’s hand away. Instead, she placed her own hand on top of it.
“Come here…”
At Ayeong’s whisper, Jinhui slowly brought her face closer. Their lips met. At first lightly, then deeper as their tongues intertwined. The kiss continued while Jinhui’s hand remained on Ayeong’s breast.
Slurp… lick.
On top of me, the two women explored each other. Ayeong’s insides squeezed even tighter. The flesh that clung to me while they kissed refused to let go. Jinhui’s nectar overflowed down my chin and soaked my face. Above, their mingled moans; below, the wet sounds never ceased.
Pressure gathered at the base of my spine. The end of Ayeong’s passage clung to the head as if sucking me in. When I drove my tongue deeper into Jinhui, her thighs clamped tightly around my head from both sides.
Spurt. Spurt.
My seed poured against her cervix. Ayeong’s back shuddered once before she collapsed limply onto my waist. The sensation of being filled to the brim traveled through my length.
“Haa… haa…”
The two women clung to each other, unable to part their lips. Their bodies, which had writhed in climax, crumpled beside me. Ayeong’s hair spilled across my shoulder, and Jinhui’s forehead rested against my forearm.
For a while, only the sound of three people breathing filled the room.
Ayeong moved first. She slowly licked Jinhui’s nectar from my chin, then brought her lips to mine. Her tongue entered my mouth, carrying Jinhui’s taste with it. On the other side, Jinhui was cleaning the mixture of my cum and Ayeong’s juices from my softening length with her mouth.
Slurp. Kiss.
Ayeong burrowed into my arm first. She pressed her forehead to my collarbone and laid her hand over my chest, slowly drawing circles as if stroking my heart.
On the opposite side, Jinhui lay hesitantly a small distance away. When I reached out and pulled her waist closer, she gave a tiny gasp and nestled against me. Her reddened ear peeked through her hair. Jinhui’s hand crept down and settled beside Ayeong’s. The two palms rested side by side on my chest, close but not quite overlapping.
Ayeong lifted her head slightly to look at Jinhui. Jinhui averted her eyes. Ayeong smiled. She gently hooked her pinky over the back of Jinhui’s hand.
Jinhui stiffened for a moment, then didn’t pull away.
The breathing of all three gradually fell into the same rhythm. When I turned my head, the same smile bloomed on both their faces. A smile of happiness, satisfaction, and certainty in their relationship.
We were becoming a family, just like this.
From the first light of morning, I filled Ayeong’s womb once again right by the front door.
Ayeong had urged me first, saying she wanted to carry my child. There was no reason to refuse. While I held her against the digital lock and thrust into her from behind, Ayeong embraced Jinhui—who was grumbling about being late—and kissed her.
Whether the moans slipping from Jinhui’s lips came from Ayeong’s kiss or from the sounds beside her, I couldn’t tell.
In the end, Jinhui climbed into the car already flushed with heat. The moment we arrived at the school parking lot, I pulled her stockings down to her knees in the cramped back seat. Jinhui hiked up her skirt and straddled me. She pushed her panties aside and sank down with her own weight, a short moan escaping her lips.
“Ah… you came inside again.”
Even while grumbling after sex, Jinhui took a tampon from her bag and inserted it.
I wondered when she had prepared that.
The sight of her hurriedly pulling her stockings back up and straightening her clothes was amusing. Seeing how she always stayed ready for me, she truly was a very thorough teacher.
Jinhui got out of the car first and looked around, while I followed a beat later. When we passed each other in the hallway, Jinhui wore an expression that suggested nothing had happened. Her teacher’s mask was so flawless it made me doubt whether she was the same woman who had moaned on top of me that morning.
Nothing special happened throughout the afternoon. I simply lay slumped over my desk.
But I wasn’t bored; I had the love story of the two wallflowers to watch.
During lunch they sat side by side yet couldn’t meet each other’s eyes. Uchan reached out to wipe something from Yejin’s mouth, only to touch her with his fingertips before jerking his hand back as if fleeing. I saw Yejin dazedly touch the spot he had brushed.
As light entertainment, it was quite entertaining.
Then, after afternoon classes ended and break time arrived, a loud commotion rose from the hallway. Multiple voices were mixed together. It carried a different tone from the usual buzzing chatter of break time.
What’s going on?
“I-I’ll go check.”
When Uchan tried to stand, Yejin grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down. She rose instead.
“If I leave it to you, it’ll take forever. I’ll go.”
When I gave Uchan a pitying look, he shrank into his chair. The way he was led around by Yejin was quite a sight.
Yejin went into the hallway and asked two girls from our class something. After a brief exchange, she hurried back. The shy expression she had worn earlier was gone.
“…Um, it’s Teacher Jinhui.”
I lifted my upper body from the desk.
“Why?”
“I heard… a parent has come to complain right now?”