Chapter 10
Tag(s): Folded Guard, Oral, Breast Worship, Girl on Girl, Cream Pie.
Girl(s): Pyrrha, Glynda.
Words: 7,212
First to cum and first to recover, Glynda rose before the rest of her family, lifting her head and enjoying the tingles that lingered beneath the surface of her skin. Glancing over at her husband and his wife, fondness tickled her heart after seeing that they had gravitated toward each other, softly breathing after their break. Their eyes met hers, priming her to join them.
"If I had known you were open to that, I might not have rushed last night along so quickly." Glynda gave in, sitting up to swap directions and leaning her head against Jaune's shoulder. Her words prompted a breathless laugh against her ear.
"Pretty sure you had another objective on your mind if I recall." Babies over pleasure. Or at least, that was how he remembered her putting it.
Glynda didn't bother denying it, drawing her knee up his thigh and pressing closer against his leg. "And yet you still somehow accomplished both," the blonde hummed, tilting her face against his shoulder so he could see the coy glint reflected in her gaze. "I hope you saved enough energy to repeat that performance."
The two blondes locked eyes, Glynda's challenge meeting Jaune's eager acceptance. A few seconds passed before the older woman blinked, and her attention shifted back toward the pale redhead cuddling up to their husband's other side. "Provided that Pyrrha has had enough?"
Forced into the conversation, Pyrrha couldn't muster up the energy to so much as open her eyes. Panting and sweating, she had reached her limit and signaled her surrender with a feeble wave of her arm. "Thank you," she whimpered around her breath, "but I believe I'm tapped out. He's all yours."
Permission granted, Glynda's eyes took on a predator-like gleam. Focused, hungry, and demanding in a way Jaune didn't think he would have enjoyed before meeting the blonde professor. But she had taught him the joys of meeting expectations and the pride that came from properly applied effort.
His spirit was certainly willing to meet her challenge. However, his body wasn't quite as up to the task, soft and spongy as it was. Neither realized Jaune's limit until Glynda's teasing fingers drifted from his chest to stroke the stubborn girth she'd been introduced to the night before. Only to flinch back after finding a wrinkled shadow, drained of its vitality.
Jaune realized his mistake immediately. A threesome had sounded like a good idea until he remembered that he'd technically cum three times the other day. Two of which had threatened to turn his balls inside out for their resources. He'd recovered somewhat overnight, but his eyes appeared to have been bigger than his cock when he'd thought he'd have the stamina to pleasure both of his wives, one after the other.
"Well, that's disappointing," Glynda commented, as blunt as ever.
Pride chafed, Jaune quickly defended himself, "No, no! I've got more than enough energy to keep going, don't you worry!" Unfortunately, all the energy in the world wouldn't help him if Jaune Jr. didn't wake the hell up! Try as he might, the young man couldn't force the limp mass of flesh to swell.
Nearing defeat, Jaune was about to ask for a small break when a better idea came to mind. Glynda had mentioned saving it for a special occasion, but maybe she could be convinced? Especially if it determined how long she would need to wait for her turn.
"But…," The blond corrected himself, putting on his best smile, "it might help if you were willing to lend me a hand?"
'Or a pair of lips,' went unsaid. Thankfully, Glynda was able to pick up on his intentions.
Truth be told, she had been thinking the same thing. The older woman would have even offered it herself…if she wasn't so aware of where that dick had been a few seconds ago. Sparing her husband's cock a glance, Glynda could still see Pyrrha's remnants glistening along his crotch.
The entire mess wreaked of female arousal. Much of it was buried by the rest of the room, which had already been cast in the combined smell of their three bodies. But staring down at the matted wires of Jaune's blond pubes and the faint trails of moisture that marked his balls, her student's musk stood out enough that she couldn't ignore the distinctly feminine tang clinging to her husband's flesh. Feminine and too different from her own for Glynda to fool herself.
Jaune's eyes widened when Glynda got off the bed without a word. Her bare ass quivered with every step as she crossed the room, leaving through the cracked door. The younger man got up on his elbows, worried he'd said something wrong or offended his second wife. But he wasn't left to fret for long before his teacher returned as quickly as she had departed, a damp washcloth in hand.
Mouth open to ask what she was doing, Glynda didn't wait for him to start mopping up the mess soaking into his genitals. Starting with his cock, the cool sensation carried down into his balls beneath her thorough care, not stopping until he was mostly clean. It would take soap and a shower to cleanse him completely, but ridding him of the sticky residue would have to be enough for now.
Understanding eventually reached Jaune's blue gaze. His smile returned easily as he allowed himself to lean back and let Glynda finish up. "I thought you didn't mind bodily fluids."
"Yours," she reminded him, failing to rise to the teenager's teasing. "But I'm not nearly as comfortable with Pyrrha's. No offense."
Woken by Glynda's sudden departure, the redheaded woman had stirred enough to lift her head and watch the impromptu grooming. Glynda's words made her flinch, ducking her head against Jaune's shoulder. "It's okay…" she demurred, flushing. "Sorry that there was so much…"
"Nothing to be sorry for," Glynda reassured. And the great thing was, both Jaune and Pyrrha knew that she actually meant that. The older woman continued, "Now, you mentioned wanting advice on your fellatio. If you have enough energy, now would provide an excellent example, and I'd recommend paying close attention. You might get the chance to learn a few things."
Despite her bold words, there was no bravado in her tone, nor was there any hint of mockery. Meeting Pyrrha's gaze, Glynda was completely earnest about instructing the younger woman with the same diligence she would have shown if they were both standing in her classroom instead of kneeling on a cum soaked mattress.
Pyrrha's face became equally serious as she pulled herself off her stomach to kneel beside her fellow wife. Both regarded Jaune's limp cock like he'd become a simple training dummy, much to the blond's discomfort.
With her newest student by her side, Glynda didn't waste any time bowing forward until the curtain of her blonde hair fell around Jaune's waist. At the same time, he felt his limp cock disappear into a warm, moist trap of writhing flesh. Any lingering unease in his gaze vanished, replaced by the same stricken features of a man who'd been punched in the gut. However, it wasn't pain that made his jaw clench and his eyes stretch wide.
His lifeless member slowly returned from the grave, nurtured by Glynda's expert tongue. Swirling and flicking against the soft lump, gentle suction encouraged his shape to swell and throb until the vulgar size forced the older woman's jaw to stretch open. And as he grew, her technique adjusted to accommodate, including shallow bobs and harder suction that hollowed her cheeks against her teeth.
Feeling Jaune rise to his full mass, Glynda didn't pause or slow down. For Pyrrha's sake, and certainly not her own. It was true that she didn't mind providing oral pleasure, especially for partners who returned that favor. But despite her best efforts, she could still taste the distinctly feminine tang of her student's genitals clinging to Jaune's shaft.
It wasn't necessarily a bad flavor, nor terribly different from her own. But the thought of where it had come from made the task slightly more unpleasant than normal. Glynda had cleaned up the worst of it, and after the first few passes of her lips, the aftertaste disappeared completely, licked clean. Afterward, she was free to enjoy the familiar heat and weight of a fat cock tickling the back of her throat as she accustomed herself to this new shape and size. The last penis she would ever have to learn.
Meanwhile, Pyrrha didn't let this learning opportunity pass her by and dutifully paid close attention. Leaning to get a closer look, her expression took on an impressed awe as she watched Glynda's lips move against Jaune's cock. The older woman's jaw flexed, and the redhead could see her teacher using her tongue. Albeit not with any detail, but the sheer amount of him she could fit in her mouth was worthy of praise.
Part of her wanted to argue that maybe Glynda simply had a bigger mouth, but the teenage girl knew that wasn't the case. Not when she could see the top of the blonde's throat bulge whenever her face pressed closer to Jaune's navel.
Pyrrha had tried the same thing, only to end up choking and gagging. But Glynda was having no such difficulties, somehow appearing graceful as she stuffed her mouth with their husband again and again. The only sound the younger woman could hear was the occasional gulp as the blonde swallowed around Jaune's tip, which almost always elicited a sharp hiss of pleasure from his forgotten top half.
Becoming so absorbed in the display, Pyrrha almost didn't notice when Glynda's motions abruptly stopped, and she pulled off Jaune with a shameless slurp of built-up saliva and precum. Green eyes found green as she regarded the younger woman's fascinated gaze.
"Would you like to try?" Glynda suddenly asked, angling Jaune's spit-stained erection toward her like it was a microphone and it had become Pyrrha's turn to sing.
Nervous, the older woman's guiding presence helped embolden the redhead before she nodded, accepting the challenge. Unlike Glynda, Pyrrha saw no problem with the other woman's fluids, ignoring the taste of another woman's spit entirely as she dove to attack Jaune with the same ferocity.
It wasn't easy. Starting fast and building up in pace, Pyrrha did her best to remember how her teacher's lips had tensed and relaxed, how her hand had closed around the base, and imagining what her tongue had been doing around Jaune's cock to make his face clench so tight.
There was a lot to keep track of, but none of it would matter if she couldn't repeat the most important part. And like last time, she tried to work up to it, slowly inching her fist out of the way to make room for her face. But there was a clear line that she was struggling to cross, and every time that fat shape neared her throat, she felt her body reject the obstruction, making her shoulders heave as a gag erupted in the otherwise silent room.
Pyrrha's eyes watered after several attempts, forcing her to retreat, ashamed. But a hand appearing on the back of her head kept Jaune's tip from slipping out of her mouth. Surprise settled into determination, drawing strength from the soft body that settled next to hers.
"Deep breath," Glynda patiently instructed, watching the younger woman's back expand with compliance. "Good girl," she complimented her student, "I know it's uncomfortable, but you need to train your body to accept the sensation. It's just like training. All it takes is enough repetition and hard work. Now, open your throat, and don't be afraid."
Easier said than done. Despite Glynda's direction, Pyrrha couldn't fight the bubble of nervous energy lingering in her chest. But it wasn't nearly as bad as when she only had a few videos to direct her. She had only known her teacher on a personal level for a few hours, but the blonde had not hesitated to answer any of her questions.
Despite the strangeness of their relationship, Glynda had eased much of the nervousness she had tried to hide when meeting Jaune's new wife. Both reassuring and taking the first step to reach out to her in friendship when she had invited the younger woman into her home. It could have been an awful experience for both of them, forced to put up with each other for Jaune's sake. But Pyrrha found herself so thankful that her husband had chosen someone so kind and lovely to join their family.
Pyrrha wanted to make Jaune feel good as his wife. She enjoyed his pleasure and felt pride in knowing she was responsible for his joy. But to a lesser degree, she found herself encouraged to make Glynda proud as well and earn her approval. So beautiful…and kind. Doing her best to obey, she attempted to push past her limits, only to feel another gag tear up her throat.
It hurt, but she didn't let herself retreat. Not this time. Instead, she leaned into the pressure and didn't let her body's automatic response stop her from achieving her goal. And to her surprise, she felt the soft tip progress past the back of her tongue and toward her throat. Instinct took over as she tried to swallow the obstacle, and her spirit soared after hearing her husband make the same choking hiss that he'd released under Glynda's practiced hand.
Unfortunately, her victory was short-lived. Smiling around Jaune's cock, another gag forced her to retreat. And this time, Glynda allowed it. But she had made progress, and Pyrrha showed her appreciation as she leaned back to shoot her teacher a brilliant smile, spit soaking her chin.
"Well done," Glynda nodded, simple as that. Not that Pyrrha minded. Those two words meant more than entire articles written about her exploits. Glynda showed her feelings in other ways, which she demonstrated by taking the rag to her student's chin to help clean her up. "You still need to get used to the sensation, but now that is a matter of time. I'll pick up a few cucumbers next time I'm at the market so you can practice. I also have some tips on what you can do with your tongue. Does that sound acceptable?"
Pyrrha couldn't nod fast enough. "That would be wonderful! Thank you so much." Glynda met the younger woman's enthusiasm with her usual neutral regard.
"Of course," the professor blinked, "I must admit, I can recognize that our situation is unique, but I'm hoping it will be another opportunity to bond a little. Given our ages, I wasn't sure how well we were likely to get along, but if I can provide assistance, then I hope that will be the first of many interests we might share."
Glynda would have never dreamed of spending time with anyone her students' age otherwise. But it helped that Pyrrha had proven herself to be considerably more mature than some fourth years the professor had the misfortune of teaching. Being around the redhead also helped remind her of when she hadn't had quite so many years to her name and helped the blonde wonder if she didn't hide behind a simple number a little too much.
"I would like that very much," Pyrrha's smile became endearing. "You're like the big sister I never had!" Ignoring the extremely unsisterly emotions the Amazon had been feeling toward her teacher only a few minutes ago.
"A sister…" Glynda mused. Truthfully, she wasn't sure what to call her relation to the younger woman. Yes, they shared the same husband, but what did that make them? Co-wives? No, sisters sounded much better, and she told her student as much. "I never had any siblings either growing up. I would be very pleased to call you my little sister."
Pyrrha looked like she wanted to hug her. Glynda might have even allowed it if they weren't both completely naked. Helping the young woman practice her sexual skills was one thing, but the blonde regretfully had to draw the line at allowing their naked bodies to rub against each other, especially when she remembered her so-called little sister's proclivities.
Instead, she settled for an earnest pat on top of the younger woman's head. "Now, if you don't mind stepping aside, I believe it's my turn to enjoy our husband, and he's done far too little work this morning for my liking."
Called into action, Jaune blinked back to himself when he realized his job wasn't done. The entire time Glynda and Pyrrha were talking, he'd been hypnotized by the sensation of stroking tongues and warm throats to think about anything beyond his two beautiful wives' stuffing their faces. Pyrrha replacing Glynda had been the last thing he'd expected, as nice a surprise as it had made. But Glynda had a point, and he wouldn't be much of a husband if he kept expecting them to do everything for him.
"Do you want it from behind again, or do you want to be on your back?" he asked with a smirk, earning a shocked glance from Pyrrha.
"Behind?" the younger woman asked, startled. It looks like Glynda hadn't told her everything about last night after all.
Glynda failed to so much as glance in the other woman's direction when she answered, "I think I'll enjoy looking up at my husband this time."
Nothing else needed to be said as the three lovers rearranged themselves with Glynda replacing Jaune at the center of the bed. Spreading her legs, Jaune made his home between them, laying his body across hers. But rather than rush their coupling and ram himself inside the blonde right away, Jaune gave her the attention she deserved. Especially after how generous she had been nurturing his cock with her mouth.
Pressing a firm-lipped kiss against hers, Jaune's hand flowed down her figure, groping and massaging in equal measure. He could hear her appreciation for the effort as she hummed into his mouth.
The pitch rose sharply when his attention was directed toward her overly sensitive bust, carefully tracing his fingertips over the soft, doughy surface. The material of her bra was a smooth and silky lace, warmed by his teacher's body. And when he let his hand palm the orb, the weight of her chest filled his hand perfectly, allowing him to feel the hurried pace of her heart bounding underneath,
Jaune wanted to feel more of his wife's skin. And as lovely a sight as the underwear had been, the young man was eager to feel the bared warmth of Glynda's breast with nothing in between them. However, when his hand moved to trace the bottom of the lacy cup, he felt the older woman's body tense beneath him.
"What are you doing?" Glynda suddenly broke the kiss, her voice low. When Jaune leaned back to look at her, she didn't look angry. But that didn't mean much for the reserved woman. However, she also didn't say she was upset either, so Jaune decided to be honest.
"I guess I was hoping we could get this out of the way?" He gave the top of the bra a hesitant tug. Honestly, he wasn't even sure why she was still wearing one in the first place when she and Pyrrha had removed everything else. She'd had no problem taking off her panties or masturbating in front of her students, so it couldn't be modesty, could it? Except, when he looked back at her, Jaune was surprised to see an uncharacteristic flush illuminating her pale features.
Glynda didn't answer right away, stewing in her embarrassment. But eventually, she recognized that she couldn't ignore this any longer and accepted her fate with a heavy sigh. "Very well," the blonde huffed, "I supposed it was unrealistic to believe that I could keep my secret for very long."
Before Jaune could start to wonder what that could mean, Glynda bowed her back and reached behind herself to fiddle with the straps that kept her breasts high and proud. Confused, her husband looked over at Pyrrha to see if she knew what their teacher was talking about, only to see her as curious as himself. By the time he looked back, Glynda was already throwing the white silk into the corner with the rest of their clothes, finally bearing the last of her flesh for her new family's inspection.
Now, Jaune would have liked to say that he had more decorum than to look right away, but why should he start lying now? As soon as the bra was out of the way, his eyes locked onto the pale orbs like it was his first time all over again. And he wasn't disappointed.
At first, he couldn't imagine what Glynda had been so embarrassed about. Given her age, he'd assumed they might not be as perky as she wanted, but that was immediately disproven. Even on her back, her chest showed little to no sag, drooping naturally on each side of her chest.
Likewise, he couldn't see any scars she would need to be self-conscious about. Not that she had cared about the few he had spotted elsewhere. She was a professional huntress, and while few got to live as long as his famous teacher, none made it this long without having some kind of story etched into their flesh. And Glynda was no exception, sporting a few pale lines across the top of her thigh and a much larger one he'd spotted on her back the night before. But she'd worn them with pride, hardly blinking when he'd taken the time to trace them with his fingers.
But if it wasn't gravity and she wasn't disfigured, why had Glynda been uncomfortable? As far as Jaune was concerned, they looked like two perfect globes of pale flesh waiting for a helpful hand to come along and claim them. In fact, that sounded like such a good idea that Jaune was prepared to put his wife's behavior aside and dive in. 'Let's see how bashful she's feeling after an orgasm or two,' he smirked.
And that was when he finally noticed.
The same dark pink as her lower lips, Glynda's areola already stood out against her wonderfully pale complexion. Perfectly smooth and slightly puffy, they dominated the top of her breasts a little smaller than a silver dollar. That may have already been enough to raise an eyebrow. But as he looked closer, Jaune realized that where nipples should have been, only discreet slits could be found, inverted into the breast rather than standing out of it.
Glynda could see the moment Jaune understood on his face. "Personally, I don't mind them." she glanced down at herself, neither frowning nor smiling. "But men in the past have…made comments, and I've found it easier to stay covered up. If that is what you prefer, I will not mind."
Jaune had only known Glynda for two days and already knew she was rarely expressive. However, the blond couldn't help noticing that she sounded particularly detached as she spoke and refused to meet his eyes. Regarding her breasts all over again, he slowly brought his hand to cup the gentle weight and admired the softness he hadn't been able to appreciate until now.
Did he care how her breasts looked? Not at all. Glynda was still Glynda, and they had already shared too much to get caught up on something as small as this. Besides, it wasn't ugly to look at, just different. And if having two wives taught him anything, it was to appreciate differences—physical or otherwise. And there was one aspect of his teacher's bust that Jaune enjoyed above all else.
"I guess that depends," he hedged, earning a clenched jaw. Instead of continuing, Jaune let the pad of his thumb brush along the slitted indent at the peak of Glynda's breast. He tried his best to be gentle, but that didn't stop his wife from sucking in a sharp breath, tensing like he'd shocked her. His wife's answering glare was a relief. "Are they still sensitive?"
"Very," his wife growled through clenched teeth, threatening all kinds of physical harm. But her irritation vanished when Jaune suddenly leaned down to press his lips against the swollen peek, kissing one before the other. And just in case he was in danger of being too sweet, he made sure to give each orb a firm squeeze before retreating.
"Then I love them," he swore, his blue gaze soft and warm as he stared deeply into her wide stare.
Caught off guard, Glynda felt her chest flutter as warmth erased what few traces of unease had taken root. Not that she was expecting the younger man to reject her, but…the possibility had lingered in the back of her mind. Loud enough that she had tried to push this conversation off for as long as she could. And now that it was over, the professor admonished herself for her own foolishness.
Jaune was her husband. And even if he wasn't compelled to accept her flaws in the same way as his wives, that didn't mean she had to worry about him treating her the same as all those other men. That wasn't her life now, and she never had to go back.
Swallowing the emotion climbing up her throat, one of Glynda's soft smiles came to life as she gazed up at her husband. Jaune's expression was much the same as his hand continued a gentle caress over her heart.
Lost in each other's eyes, the special moment between the two of them was forced to adjust when they were reminded that they weren't alone. Not in bed, nor their relationship.
"I think you're beautiful," Pyrrha reassured. Left to watch their performance from the side, her exhaustion slowly recovered as she watched the two blondes kiss and fondle each other. If she was honest, Pyrrha would admit she'd spent as much time watching her teacher as her husband. Embarrassing, but she couldn't help her fascination with the beautiful softness and curves that Jaune's body lacked. Not that she wasn't also attracted to the firm muscles and hard plains his body offered, but it was her access to both examples that made it so difficult to look away.
Glynda's body made her feel things. Emotions that she had never felt toward another woman before. But then, she'd never been in this kind of position with one either.
It was all so confusing and yet wonderful. She found herself indulging more and more often, embracing the freedom Jaune had taught her to celebrate rather than be ashamed of. So it made sense that, when Glynda's breasts were revealed and she was allowed to wash them in her gaze, Pyrrha felt all kinds of new urges rise inside her. Not dissimilar to the feelings Jaune's touch often inspired.
But without an outlet, they had nowhere to go. Swelling inside of her with each thundering beat of her heart. The words just came out of her, released on a sigh as she unconsciously drew closer toward the pair, a heated blush on her cheeks. The overwhelmed young woman only caught herself after her hand was already outstretched toward her teacher and sister-wife, itching to feel for herself if the older woman's breast looked nearly as soft as she was imagining.
Fear immediately blanched across the amazon's face, green eyes stretching wide and lips pinching into a line. Shocked at herself, her eyes flashed anxiously toward Glynda's, who appeared to think for several minutes before her blank features offered any inclination to the other woman's words. And in this case, it became a smile.
"Thank you," she nodded, showing none of the disgust or displeasure that Pyrrha had been expecting. The redhead had no idea that she was the last one in the room to notice her fascination with the female form and that neither of her partners were going to admonish her. In fact, Glynda took her acceptance a step further after only a moment's hesitation. "You may touch them…if you want to."
And Pyrrha did want to. She wanted to very, very badly, even if she was doing everything in her power to keep that fact from reaching her face. But not bad enough that there wasn't a moment of surprise at the offer.
Part of her considered denying it, lying and saying she wasn't interested. Glynda had already clarified that she wasn't interested in women, and Pyrrha respected that. At least, she was trying to. In the end, Glynda's lack of judgment and the overwhelming temptation swelling inside her made the decision for Pyrrha as her hand gratefully closed around one of her teacher's glorious breasts.
Her heart immediately started to race in her chest.
Soft…even softer than she had been thinking. Certainly softer than Pyrrha's own perky pair. Carefully, reverently, the red-haired wife allowed her fingers to test the pale orb with every bit of fascination of a fourteen-year-old boy.
But it wasn't her fault. This might not be her first time, but it was her first time touching a woman like this. And if there had been any doubt left in her mind about what she might have been feeling, it fled when she heard the words, "Can I taste one?" escape her lips.
She'd lost herself in the moment, still a little dreamy and lightheaded after her climax. She instantly pulled away like Glynda's flesh had burned her after her mistake. "I-I mean…," her eyes danced between two pairs of curious eyes, both quietly watching while she scrambled. "J-Jaune! Jaune should taste one, is what I meant! Because that's what I like. And I just thought Glynda might enjoy it too?"
Her attempt at a smile was so awkward and embarrassed that Jaune couldn't help his sudden grin. Glynda chose not to react at all, mentally taking note to ensure that whoever Jaune picked as his third wife was more inclined to return Pyrrha's obvious interests. But until then…
"Would you like to?" The older woman offered, much to the redhead's shock.
Turning the same color as her hair, Pyrrha's mouth opened and closed several times while her eyes struggled to look anywhere but Glynda's cool green shade. That just meant she inevitably glanced back at the other woman's chest, prompting another flush that made her face feel like it would erupt into flames at any moment. Her panic continued until she eventually settled down enough to peek through her lashes and ask, "Really?"
"As long as you understand and accept that I have no interest in returning the gesture." Because that was the important part. She was willing to entertain her student's attraction, but that didn't mean she returned it. This was as far as she was resigned to go in this regard, and yet Pyrrha nodded her head like the older woman had offered what was left of the moon.
"Of course!" The redhead enthused.
"Then I do not mind," Glynda gave her permission, patience gleaming in her lidded eyes more than anything else. And after a pause, she added, "But thank you for asking first."
Pyrrha's hesitant grin devolved into pure excitement once she was allowed to devote her full attention to the older woman's creamy breast. Glynda watched her descend, closing her eyes a moment before the sensation of warm lips closed around the sensitive patch at the top of her breast. The blonde's next exhale quivered more than she wanted to admit.
Despite her generosity, Glynda had expected to feel discomfort more than anything else. She'd expected to feel goosebumps rippling along her spine, knowing that it was another woman's lips that she felt closing around her areola, and a woman's tongue tentatively flicking across its surface. But with her eyes still closed, Glynda was surprised when pleasure greeted her inside Pyrrha's mouth.
The younger woman was being so careful and gentle, searching for the perfect pressure as she drew the soft tissue into her mouth to suckle like a baby. And after a few seconds of wet suction echoing from her chest, the tip of Pyrrha's tongue dared to trace the narrow slit where her teacher's nipple had hidden, drawing an honest moan from the blonde's throat, much to Glynda's own surprise.
Pyrrha didn't stop at the sound, not for a second. If anything, she appeared encouraged by her teacher's response and repeated the motion over and over, clearly enjoying hearing the other woman respond to her touch. And no matter how much Glynda tried to control herself, it became clear that her body was far less concerned with where her pleasure came from. A surprising development that the blonde professor had not been expecting this late in her life.
Fortunately, she wasn't allowed to dwell on this revelation for long. While she and Pyrrha preoccupied themselves with each other, Jaune had been left to watch the tantalizing scene of his first wife suckling at the breast of his second.
The two made an odd pair, so separated by age, but were no less arousing for it. Hearing Glynda start to moan and writhe urged Jaune into action.
Still between her spread thighs, it wasn't a difficult task of simply angling himself and thrusting forward. He'd just enjoyed sex with Pyrrha, and yet now he found himself enjoying the unique texture of another woman's femininity, savoring the tight sensation that enclosed around his shaft. His sudden intrusion earned its own grunt when Glynda's eyes suddenly opened, looking over Pyrrha's head to meet his heated stare.
She appeared to realize her mistake a moment later, unintentionally inviting herself to suffer both of her students' affection at once. She found herself on the wrong end of a double assault beneath the two people she loved more than anything.
And to think, she'd been so worried about offending them with her body…
A few initial protests quickly fell silent when it became clear that neither warm body would give her any choice but to lay back and enjoy their treatment. Collecting her legs over each of his shoulders, Jaune took advantage of her flexibility, allowing him to keep hitting deep inside her like she craved. Meanwhile, Pyrrha's hand had found her teacher's unoccupied breast, forcing both sensitive organs to tingle beneath her attention.
Glynda's breath left her before she could think to hold it. The two sensations spread throughout her body, focusing between her legs. Which Jaune continued to diligently attend to, building up to the same punishing rhythm she'd expressed so much appreciation for when he'd placed her on all fours. Before long, the sound of his thighs slapping against her consumed the room, punctuated by the occasional wet pop of Pyrrha's mouth slipping from her breast.
The poor girl did her best to keep up, but the momentum of their husband's thrusting kept bouncing the blonde out of reach as she was rocked against the mattress. Without her bra to keep them in place, there was nothing to keep their malleable softness in check.
Glynda struggled to keep up with the heavenly punishment. Climaxing under Jaune's tongue had been wonderful, but she was the kind of woman who needed something firm between her legs before she could truly enjoy the rhythmic pulse of her internal muscles clenching and relaxing. Jaune's hard heat stirred that need inside her once again, sweetened by the anticipation of his warm release mingling in her afterglow.
It was a treat unique to married life that Glynda enjoyed above all else. She'd never tried it with her previous lovers, if they could be called that.
Each of them had been forced to use condoms. As desperate for a child as she was, Glynda would never have imagined conceiving with any man she didn't intend to spend the rest of her life with. Her womb was for Jaune's seed and his alone.
Bucking her hips in eager anticipation, she didn't realize that her hand had come up to grasp Pyrrha's head, holding the younger woman against her breast. The redhead certainly didn't seem to mind since she only paused when she felt inclined to swap her attention, fingers for mouth and mouth for fingers.
Pyrrha's tongue became rougher as if feeling her teacher's urgency, wiggling against the inverted indent with a maddening focus. Her suction increased until the amazon's cheeks hollowed against her teeth, and Glynda thought she would start seeing stars as her voice cried out like never before.
Jaune picked that moment to reach his end, accidentally helped along by his redheaded wife's efforts. He felt Glynda's pleasure winding around him, coiling along his cock with climbing frequency. She was so wet that he heard the wet suction of her folds clinging to his shaft with every retreat. Her insides were so warm that he worried she might burn him if he didn't give her what she so desperately craved. Jaune's instincts proved true, and the building pressure along Glynda's core finally snapped as the first blast of potent warmth painted her frothing depths in concentrated Arc DNA.
Her lower back arched like she'd been possessed by her own semblance, eventually lifting her bare ass off the mattress as her moan reached a volume that made her speaking voice sound like a whisper by comparison. Jaune held her weight, releasing her knees on each side of his chin to grab her hips and hold her against him while he emptied himself. And even though he didn't have much to offer, what he did have was hers.
When it was over, the young man could feel the pang in his balls all but demanding rest. And something told him that this time, no amount of blowjobs would revive his fallen soldier…not for another hour, anyway.
"That was incredible," Pyrrha breathed fast and heavy as if she'd been the one to climax. After another squeeze and one last kiss, she let Glynda's breast go with visible regret, content with the memory of its soft texture against her tongue.
Groaning, the rest of her family was inclined to agree, if they could collect the brain power to form the words. "Not gonna hear me argue," Jaune managed, still grinning against Glynda's shoulder. A minute passed before he picked himself up to look down at his dazed wife. "What about you?" he teased.
"It was," Glynda's throat felt raw and parched. The famous teacher searched for the right words before finally settling on, "nice." After a beat, she felt compelled to add, "more than I thought it would be."
If she thought her husband was going to miss that juicy tidbit, she was sorely mistaken. Brightening like Nora when she spotted a hot stack of pancakes, his eyes flicked between the two flushed and sweaty women a few times before deciding that he had to test his luck just an inch further. "Yeah," he agreed, tired eyes dancing. "Nice enough that you think Pyrrha deserves a kiss?"
Jaune had been expecting the glare he rightfully deserved—from both women. What he couldn't have known was how tired Glynda felt after all that fun, not nearly as young as her two bed-partners. Tired and…content. Happy. Happy enough that the idea of a small kiss with the red-haired huntress didn't sound outright terrible.
And if it helped shut their incessant husband up, all the better.
"I suppose so," Glynda permitted airily, turning enough to face the now-blushing redhead. At first, Pyrrha had been annoyed at her husband's teasing, making her feel even more awkward about her attraction. But hearing his newest wife agree so suddenly changed her mood in an instant.
Swallowing against her throat, the amazon decided that she would have to practice extra hard whenever Glynda brought home those cucumbers so that she could thank him properly.
Without needing to be told twice, Pyrrha climbed up to the blonde's side, leaning down to press her full and pink lips against Glynda's thinner and pale pair. There was no tongue, no movement, merely the lingering pressure that Pyrrha had seen her husband employ on their teacher. And while it was by no means passionate, the teenage girl still felt a special thrill in her heart after feeling how soft the other woman's mouth was by comparison.
It only lasted five seconds before they parted. Afterward, Glynda appeared as bored as ever while Pyrrha had to stop her smile from splitting her face in two.
"Happy?" Glynda asked, casting her dry gaze toward her grinning husband.
Despite the direction of her ire, Pyrrha was still the one who answered. "Yes," the girl giggled like a thirteen-year-old after their first date, falling back to the mattress with a delighted grin.
Jaune shook his head at the display, knowing he hadn't been much better after his first kiss with a girl. The fact that Pyrrha enjoyed that kind of attention from another woman was still a surprise, but it just proved how there were still many sides of these women that he needed to learn about.
"Good," the older woman barked, turning her glare on both of them after seeing their twin smiles. "Because that's all you're getting, understand? Either of you." Except, hadn't she already said that once before?
Blushing despite the irritation she was trying to show, all her display accomplished was another wave of laughter at her expense from her new family.
It wasn't the worst feeling, Glynda decided after a moment to calm down. Neither was her husband's body making itself at home between his two wives, pulling up the blanket from the foot of the bed with him. Suddenly, the three of them were wrapped in a warm cocoon, reeking of sex, and patched with various fluids that stuck to their skin whenever they brushed together. And yet, as Glynda found her head resting on one shoulder while Pyrrha took Jaune's other, she couldn't remember ever being so comfortable.
"I don't know about you guys, but I think we earned a lazy Saturday in bed," Jaune yawned wide enough to hear his jaw crack. Neither of his wives argued, closing their eyes as his hands rose to start gently stroking their heads.
Exhaustion allowed the three to stumble towards a well-earned nap after a few seconds of quiet, all three breathing together in their nest of warmth and naked flesh. And yet, their day had only just started. It wouldn't be long before the three adults awoke to an equally cozy afternoon that would give them all a chance to shower and regain their strength, only to end up in the same position that started their day all over again.
It was…taxing, but Jaune met this challenge with an eager grin. The first few rounds, anyway. But by the time night fell and he was left a husk of the man he'd been, any light or reason that may have existed in his gaze was assuredly vacant, milked dry along with any other fluids that he might have started the day with.
And he wouldn't have had it any other way.
A/N: Again, this was a lot of fun to write. People seemed to think that Pyrrha was going to be somewhat aggressive toward Glynda or feel like she had something to prove, but I took it in a more mentor-mentee direction. I already established that the rings somewhat dampen the jealousy between wives which leaves Pyrrha with an experienced older woman to help teach her about the finer aspects of sex. Add in that Glynda is smoking hot and Pyrrha is a hopeless bisexual and I feel like that's way more entertaining to write and read about.
That said, I have no intention of making Glynda have sex with women at any point. We saw her being somewhat indulgent in this chapter for Pyrrha's sake, but that's as far as her sexuality will permit. With more than one partner in bed, it's not unreasonable to forget whose hands belong to whose but that would have never happened were Jaune not there or if she didn't see how nervous Pyrrha was about these new feelings. And even if she enjoyed it, that isn't going to change her sexuality. A mouth is a mouth, but she still doesn't feel desire toward women.
This is largely due to my efforts to make the women Jaune marries stand out as individual characters. If everyone is suddenly bisexual and happy to have every hole drilled and responds to everything the same way, then they lose the individuality that attracts so many people. I've read so many stories that make these mistakes, reducing characters into horny, big breasted caricatures that share the same name as RWBY characters, but that's it. Some of Jaune's future wives will be interested in other women and some of them might fall somewhere in the middle. And hopefully, things like that will help give them depth.
Next chapter will be out in two weeks. Jaune and his wives still need to be legally registered with the city and then there's brunch with the team. How do you think they'll respond to news about their second mother?