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Blake chuckled, low and deep.

“Tut-tut.” Edward gave my nipple a hard squeeze that sent shards of pleasure down to my already throbbing clit. “What terrible manners. Any more talk like that, and I’ll have to wash out your mouth with a bar of soap.”

His commanding tone brought up a spark of challenge. My tongue darted out to lick my lips. “I can think of something better you can put in my mouth.”

Both Edward and Blake scrambled to their feet, but Edward stood in front of me first. Before I could crow over their own states of arousal, Henry’s hot and slippery and oh-so-pliable tongue slipped into my entrance, bringing with it the most intense rush of pleasure. I threw my head back and moaned.

The sound of a zipper brought my attention back to the front. My gaze dropped to the tip of Edward’s beautiful, thick penis. A bead of pre-cum glistened at its slit. My mouth watered, and I swallowed back a moan. As Henry tongue-fucked me, I parted my lips and let Edward slip his hard length into my mouth. He tasted of skin and salt and sexiness.

“Emilia,” Edward said through panting breaths. “You’ll soon learn the consequences of using foul language.”

Any reply I might have given him was stifled by his erection reaching the back of my throat, stopping short of my gag reflex. I hummed my appreciation and ran my tongue along the underside of his length.

Blake cleared his throat, and his bulbous tip filled one side of my vision. He was also wet with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around his length, gathered up the liquid with my thumb, and rubbed it over his perfect prick.

“Yes,” Blake hissed through clenched teeth.

As much as I wanted to twist around and grab Henry’s dick, I couldn’t reach, and I didn’t want his inspection to end. Both his large hands spread me wider, and his entire face was buried between my ass cheeks. I might have flushed if I wasn’t already feverish from Edward’s slow and sensuous slide of his shaft up and down my tongue.

Blake pumped his hips in time with Edward’s thrusts, and I squeezed my hand around his thick, pulsing erection, enjoying the way he moaned and shuddered under my touch. For several moments, grunts and groans and slurping moans filled the air, and I breathed hard through my nostrils.

“Ummm…” My lips closed around Edward.

This was so insane. Me, pleasuring the entire triumvirate after everything that had happened between us the previous two terms. I’d moved from hating them to desiring them in my first term, then my lust had turned to loathing. Now, I wasn’t sure. Each of them had gotten under my skin, but did they mean to make me earn my forgiveness, or were they setting me up for another fall?

Henry’s tongue slid down to my exposed clit and sucked it between his lips, shoving aside my every thought. Spasms rocked my core as my climax hit with the force of a tidal wave. For a moment, my vision blacked out, and my knees buckled, but Henry’s strong hands on my hips kept me upright. Blood rushed through my ears, and my nerve endings roared with the intensity of my orgasm.

Both boys quickened their thrusts, and soon, Edward let out a low moan and filled my mouth with warm, bitter fluid. After swallowing, I turned my head to Blake and engulfed his length into my mouth.

“F-fuck!” he moaned with a climax as his semen hit the back of my throat.

Before I could swallow, Henry pulled me down astride his lap and plunged his tongue into my mouth, kissing and slurping up Blake’s cum. Our tongues tangled, and I reached down between our pressed-together bodies and pumped his hot, thick erection. My nerve endings still tingled from the aftershocks of my climax, and I squeezed my eyes shut, enjoying the sensations of Henry’s tongue in my mouth.

His length thickened and pulsed. Then he broke away, and with a shout, pumped ropes and ropes of cum up his hard, quivering six pack, and over his bulging pecs.

After catching my breath, I asked, “Did I pass your inspection?”

Henry blinked himself back to awareness and smirked. “Unfortunately, you failed. Now, you’ll have to suffer through weeks of remedial classes.”

I grinned back. “Let’s see if I do better next time.”

“It might take the entire term to see improvements.” Blake ran his fingers down my back.

“And of course, multiple interim inspections.” Edward kissed my sweaty cheek.

“Of course.” I rested my head on Henry’s shoulder and let out a happy sigh. If this was the triumvirate’s idea of revenge, I was totally game.

* * *

Henry’s mood lifted from that session, and he’d only need to give me a side-long look in public to make me flush. For the next few nights, the triumvirate held remedial lessons in Edward’s study, each ending with shuddering climaxes. Although none of the boys had brought up their requests to have me fix their reputations, their little games kept them distracted from previous grievances.

One evening, the head table was back on the podium and dressed with different settings. Coates, three of his friends from the rugby team, and all the doppelgängers were in attendance, but the seat in the middle of the table was empty. Edward stiffened for a fraction of a second but continued walking, muttering something under his breath about speaking to the staff. We followed him to a table in the middle of the room.

The servers, led by a middle-aged woman with hair tied into a bun, came to set our table with the special tablecloth, and Edward whispered to the supervisor. “I thought I told you there was to be no more head table.”

“You did, Mister Edward.” She smoothed down the tablecloth and stepped back to let her colleagues lay the table. “But those students set the table up on their own.”

“To what end?” he asked.