I dismissed the class, save for one student. “Nika, can you hang back a moment?”

She sighed, “Yes, professor.” A couple of her friends gave her teasing smiles before leaving the small lecture hall.

I waited for the room to empty before approaching her. “Nika, your quiz scores have been quite disappointing these last few weeks,” I got straight to the point. “Before midterms, you had the highest overall score in class. What gives?”

She looked down and smiled, “I guess I’ve been distracted lately, sir.”

“What’s been bothering you?” I asked.

She paused for a moment before choosing her next words. “I’m supposed to be learning, but I keep getting distracted by the handsome man lecturing.”

Trying to flirt your way out of trouble? Fine. We’re all adults here. I gently grabbed her chin and turned her face up toward mine. “Young lady, I know what you’re doing. I also know that you’re much brighter than your recent quiz scores reflect. What’s really bothering you?”

Her eyes flicked downward, then back up to meet mine. “It’s my boyfriend. He left for Basic Training.”

I let go of her chin. “I see. And I’m guessing you’re unable to communicate with him while he’s in training?”

She nodded. “We haven’t seen each other since I left for school. But at least we could talk or send messages.”

“You probably don’t need me to tell you this, but I’m sure he’s doing fine.”

She nodded again, “I know. It’s just so different now. We were together since before we could drive. Our moms would drop us off for ice cream dates. Now I can’t even talk to him.”

“This also goes without saying,” I reminded her, “but he wouldn’t want you failing classes on his account.”

She smiled. “No, he wouldn’t. He always tells me I’m the smartest person he knows, that I’m going to be a big success, and he’s going to be my arm candy.”

I smiled at her. “Well, he might not be wrong.”

She laughed. “Stop it!” I wasn’t sure if it was an accident or not, but she playfully swatted my arm. We both stared at her lingering hand before it lazily pulled away from my sleeve. I smiled at her.

Nika blushed. “I’m sorry, Professor Pickrell. I’ve been acting inappropriately today.”

I laughed. “Don’t be! I’m flattered to know I still have that effect on beautiful young women.” Maybe I had that effect. Maybe I didn’t. I didn’t really care either way.

She blushed brighter. “Are you allowed to tell me I’m pretty?”

“I don’t think it’s against the rules,” I lied. Suggestive comments were expressly forbidden between faculty and students. I didn’t care, though. None of the professors at this third-rate safety school taught here because we were paragons of virtue. Not the smart ones, anyway. “Listen, I know there’s nothing I can say that will make it easier for you and your boyfriend right now, just know that this will all seem like the blink of an eye in a few years. You may as well use that blink to work successfully toward your degree.”

She nodded. “You’re right, sir. I’ll try harder.” Nika turned her head pensively and bit her lip. “Professor?”

“Yes?”

“Is there anything I can do to get my grade back up? Or have I already done too much damage?”

Fuck yes. “Is this course part of your major?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“I would suggest taking this course Pass/Fail so that you get the credit, but it wouldn’t affect your overall GPA,” No, I wouldn’t have. “But since we can’t do that for courses in your degree program, we’ll work on maximizing your grade.”

“Really, Professor?”

“Of course! I don’t want your university career to suffer just because you’re facing a temporary hardship. Especially if you’re willing to do the work,” I assured her.

“I am!” She beamed. “I promise!”

“Don’t promise me,” I told her. “Promise yourself.”

“Right!”

“Do you want to start tonight? Private tutoring, I mean.”

Her mouth fell open, probably in disbelief at how forward I had just been. Sometimes students declined my offers for private tutoring. I would still bump their grades depending on what they would do for me after class or in my office. One student even wore her pajamas while I tutored her in the common area of her dorm. She showed enough cleavage and found enough excuses to bend over that I bumped her up a full letter grade despite her declining performance. She would graduate this year with a solid C. Mediocre at academics. Brilliant at getting what she wanted from men. She’d go further than most. I fondly remembered the vision of her standing up and stretching out her back for no reason. Her fake little yawn left me imagining what else she could do with her mouth, even though I never got the chance to find out.

“Yes,” Nika agreed.

I shook off the memory of the pajama tease, I had long forgotten her actual name. “Excellent!” I nodded. “I know the campus can get a little crazy on Friday night. Do you want to come to my house? You can have dinner with my wife and me and we can dig in afterward.”

She took a deep breath and nodded. “That sounds great!”

I pulled out the phone that I kept in my left pocket. A burner, but nobody needed to know that. “What’s your number?” She told me and I sent her a message saying ‘Hi Nika!’

I wrote down my address on a small piece of scrap paper. Nika took it. If she thought it was strange that I wrote my address and didn’t send it digitally, she didn’t let on. I don’t know why I considered sending my address to her phone too risky given everything else I was doing, but as a Psychology professor, I can safely say that nobody is completely rational.

She turned to walk away, but suddenly turned back around and wrapped her arms tightly around my shoulders. I returned her hug, and even though my hands weren’t particularly low down her back, they held onto bare skin. Most of the girls at this school wore crop tops on all but the coldest days, the underclassmen at least. Even girls with a few extra pounds like Nika weren’t afraid to show skin. That’s why I always insisted on teaching Psychology 101 and 102. The girls were still cute and impressionable. I savored the sensation of her soft flesh against my fingertips.

“Sorry, is this inappropriate?” Nika whispered. I wasn’t sure if she felt my penis harden through my slacks against her bare bellybutton.

I slid my hands around to hold her bare waist. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

She giggled and took a step back before turning around to leave. “See you tonight, Professor!”

“Looking forward to it!” I watched her hips sway back and forth as she walked away. Her skin-tight leggings left little to the imagination. One more class today. I could belt out a lecture from memory, all while surreptitiously staring at tits in my peripheral vision. Not a bad way to pass the rest of the day. If a few pretty students asked me some questions while looking up at me in doe-eyed wonder, all the better. I didn’t mind when young men asked questions either. I knew how wet it made girls to see me talk down to the boys their age.

I adjusted the thermostat for the small lecture hall. There was a sweet spot that caused hard nipples and adorable goosebumps without persuading too many women to cover up. I constantly strove to find that sweet spot, even though I had probably found it years ago. Again, nobody is completely rational.

“You’re cleaning,” my wife observed as she returned home from her final lecture.

“Right you are, Rita, my dear!” I sang excitedly.

“Let me guess. You’re luring some sweet young girl into your bed with ‘private tutoring?’”

“Right again!” I confirmed. “She only pretends to be innocent. She’s been biting her lip and playing with her hair for weeks. And defending my statements in debates against other students even though I would never ask her to.”

“Don’t get so defensive,” Rita teased. “Save that for the Ethics Committee.”

“Not funny.” I walked up to her and held her face in both hands. “There won’t be any Ethics Committee because the hilariously staunch LGBTQ-allied Dean doesn’t want his deeply religious family to know he’s gay. And I wouldn’t want any of those pictures I have to get in the wrong hands.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” she reminded me.

I pulled her face to mine and kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her tongue and lips on my own. “Are you getting a room at the motel tonight?” I asked her.

“No, the team is under strict lockdown tonight before their big game tomorrow. The players take that very seriously.” Rita was a humanities professor. She travelled with the basketball team and conducted classes that would fit in with their busy schedule. Everyone knew it was essentially impossible to give the student athletes a quality education given how often they travelled and trained. The school pretended to try anyway. Sure, most athletes rarely graduated with meaningful degrees or a promising career in professional sports, but Rita kept the better players happy in the meantime.

My hand traced its way from her cheek down her neck and breasts and came to rest on her hip. “Do you want some company on this lonely night?”

She gently grasped my hand and pulled it aside. “I’m saving myself for tomorrow night. The boys are on lockdown. The least I can do is match their dedication.”

“Congratulating them on their victory with open legs?” I lightly squeezed the back of her neck with my other hand.

“And if they lose, they’ll need a shoulder to cry on.”

“And an ass to cum on,” I teased. She had sent me enough pictures to demonstrate that several players liked to penetrate my wife from behind before pulling out and finishing on her rear end.

“I tell them I’m on birth control, but a lot of them pull out anyway.” Certainly not all of them, as many other pictures proved. She knew I liked to masturbate in my office to photos of her smiling at the camera, her legs spread to reveal the semen dripping out of her freshly-used pussy. The players never seemed too hesitant to take the pictures for her.

I gave her a playful smack on her rear. “Nika should be here in half an hour. That’s her name. Psych 101. She requested Chinese. That should also be here in half an hour.”

“Cheap date,” Rita commented.

“Cheaper than your suite tomorrow night. These home stands are expensive.”

“I know. I’m trying not to spend money in other places.”

“You’re fucking worth it,” I declared before grabbing her face and kissing her deeply again. Our marriage had lasted four years in traditional monogamy before we drifted apart. We spent almost a year in mutual misery before we decided we didn’t want to dissolve our marriage but did want to pursue sex with other people. A few months after that, we found ourselves at the dinner table on a quiet night in, ecstatic to have an intelligent conversation with each other instead of the idiots we were fucking. A few minutes after that, we had sex on the dinner table.

“I’m going to change before dinner,” Rita said after our kiss.

“I’ll keep my work clothes,” I decided out loud.

Nika arrived just after the food was delivered. Rita and Nika talked with each other more than they did with me, which was fine. I took the opportunity to observe Nika and make sure she was comfortable, which she was. Rita was always very charming. We spent well over an hour eating and talking. After I cleared the table, Rita excused herself, and I spoke with Nika about the subjects we had covered in class over the last few weeks. The conversation often drifted to Nika talking about herself, which was fine by me. I brought us back to her studies every so often to make sure we spent enough time on the subject. Nika smiled and played with her hair frequently. I mentioned men’s natural behavior toward attractive women, and Nika blushed and touched my arm playfully.

“Wow, I can’t believe how late it is,” I lied.

“It really has flown by!” Nika observed.

To avoid the appearance of impropriety, I had not had any drinks and did not offer any to Nika. “I can give you a ride back to the dorm,” I offered. “Or if you want to stay here, that’s fine too.”

Nika had to know this was coming, but the weight of the moment still caused her breath to rise and her face to slightly flush. She nodded. “I can stay if that’s okay.”

“Of course!” I agreed. “Rita is sleeping in the guest room, so only the master is available.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…”

“Don’t be,” I assured her. “Rita and I still love each other deeply. We just don’t have the same physical relationship we used to over the years.”

“Oh…” Nika nodded sympathetically.

As if on cue, Rita stepped into the dining room in a plain tank top and panties. “I’m about to go to bed. It was lovely meeting you, Nika.”

“Nika is going to stay the night since it’s late,” I informed my wife.

“Oh,” Rita feigned surprise. “Do you need anything? I’ll set out a new toothbrush for you, sweetie.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you!”

“Of course! I’ll go do that now!” Rita walked away, her panties hung just low enough to reveal the very top of her butt crack. I envied the players that would blow their loads on it tomorrow night.

I shook my head and turned back to Nika. “I was about to say that the bed is an oversized king, but I can certainly sleep on the couch if you would like.”

Nika bit her lip with nervous excitement. “I don’t want to kick you out of your own room.”

“Okay,” I agreed. “But if you change your mind at any moment, don’t hesitate to tell me.”

“Deal,” she said, smiling.

She readied herself in the powder room, and I brushed my teeth in the master bathroom. I wore an undershirt and shorts when she stepped into my room wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of Rita’s running shorts. Rita must have left those out for her. She was an incredible wingman.

“I feel like a broken record,” I sighed at Nika. “But let me know if this makes you uncomfortable. I sleep in the nude. I can still take the couch if you need me to.”

Nika shook her head. “That’s okay. But I’m surprised you don’t sleep in your tweed jacket and turtleneck.”

I laughed fairly hard at that. “Very funny, young lady.” Rather than waste time, I peeled off my shirt and pulled my shorts down to my ankles, exposing myself completely to Nika. She glanced at my penis before pretending to ignore my state of undress. I climbed under the covers on my usual side of the bed, and Nika crawled into the other. “Goodnight, Nika.” I turned off the lamp, leaving us in almost total darkness.

“Goodnight, Professor.” I was fairly certain Nika faced inward on the bed and I did the same. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I confirmed that Nika and I lay on our sides facing each other. “Professor?” she asked after a moment.

“Rob,” I corrected her.

“Thanks for believing in me.”

“I do believe in you, Nika,” I assured her. In the sense that I believe you have the potential to be a slightly above-average wage earner.

“Thank you. And I’m sorry I’ve been so stupid these last few weeks.”

“You’re not stupid at all,” I told her, which was mostly true. “You’re going through something completely new, and you’re being as strong as you can. You’re very brave, Nika.” I desperately hoped she wouldn’t ask me to elaborate on the idiotic drivel I had just uttered.

Thankfully, she didn’t. “I just feel so weird about Brad,” she elaborated.

“Your boyfriend?” Dammit, I gave this adorable little dullard half a dozen opportunities to gracefully avoid my bed and NOW she starts thinking about her boyfriend?

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “I mean, I care about him and we’ve done everything together…”

“Of course you do,” I encouraged her to continue. She seemed to be taking this in a good direction.

“But we’ve been together for such a long time. I don’t know if I’m with him because I want to be, or because I would feel bad leaving him now that he’s in the Army.”

I considered my words for a moment. “Nika, whatever happens, there is nothing stopping you from welcoming him back with open arms.” Or open legs, as I tell my wife. “If you’re meant to be together, you’ll find your way to each other.” I hoped this all sounded pretty, because to me it just sounded pretty stupid. “Besides, if there’s one thing I know about Army guys, it’s that they tend to land on their feet.”

I could see her smile in the darkness. “That’s true. He’s so handsome in his uniform, I would have to fight all the other girls away from him.” ‘Would’ instead of ‘will.’ I like where this is going. “I’ll bet all the girls fight over you, too, Professor.”

“I don’t know about that,” I chuckled. I knew I made some girls slick in their classroom seats, but that’s mostly because of my age and their cliché daddy issues. Of course, I was also able to coax a few cute young students into bed or at least onto their knees, but that was mostly done in exchange for grades. A few girls, like Nika, seemed genuinely turned on by the prospect of an affair with their professor. I wasn’t about to complain.

“Sally, Allie, and I all think you’re the cutest professor at school.”

“Stop it!” I chided her playfully.

“We all agreed. And they would be so jealous that I got to see you naked. And now I’m in your bed.”

“But they don’t have to know, right?” I reminded her.

“No, it’s none of their business. Besides, there’s really nothing to know, right?” she smiled. “I’m just in bed with my hot naked professor.”

“Nika, are you being naughty?” I licked my lips.

She licked her lips in response. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I should wash your naughty mouth out with soap,” I told her. “But all I have is this.” I gently grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face to mine so I could kiss her. I parted her lips with my tongue, and she opened her mouth to offer me hers. She moaned softly as I reached under her shirt to grab the small of her back. I pulled her body into mine as we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. She ran a hand down my side from my rib cage to my hip. “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t be doing this, Nika,” I told her.

“Doing what?” She grinned as she slid her hand inward to my hard penis. It pressed firmly against her, so she knew exactly where to find it. She softly but clumsily stroked my cock as I pulled her in for another kiss. After enjoying an endearingly amateur handjob for a minute, I stopped her and rolled her onto her back. I gave her another kiss before pulling her shirt up above her breasts.

“Call me old-fashioned,” I whispered. “But I still believe in Ladies First.”

“You’re going to treat me like a lady?” She breathed.

I responded by lowering my head and softly teasing her nipple with my tongue before lightly sucking on the other. She sighed, “That feels so good.” I gave her little kisses down her body until I reached her bellybutton. She giggled a little when I licked it. After a minute of teasing her tummy, I moved aside so that I no longer straddled her. I lightly grasped the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down slowly and gently and watching for any sign of hesitation. Rather than hesitate, Nika grabbed the waistband and cinched them down to her thighs to reveal her freshly-shaved vulva.

I actually preferred pubic hair on women, but I found the effort that she put into shaving to be adorable. To tell the truth, I rarely saw a pussy I didn’t like. I helped her pull her panties and shorts down and off, tossing them on the floor next to the bed. Gripping her knee, I guided it slowly to the side to get her to spread her legs so that I could position myself between them.

I kissed my way down her belly, savoring the sight as it lightly heaved with each breath. Once I made my way down to her crotch, I paused to breathe in the scent of her pussy. It was mildly fragrant and heavily enchanting. The heat from her moistened cunt radiated onto my face.

I lowered my head and kissed the crest of her labia before slowly teasing her clit with my tongue. Girls appreciate the effort when boys go down on them. Girls go crazy when a man knows what he’s doing. Rita usually took a minute or two to warm up when I performed cunnilingus on her, but Nika, like most younger girls before her, began panting immediately. I teased her clit for another minute before placing my hands on the tops of her inner thighs and lightly spreading her labia open with my thumbs. Lowering myself to lick her inside, I savored the salty taste of her warm juices.

I considered Rita’s vagina a gourmet delicacy. Freshman pussy, on the other hand, was like comfort food: Somewhat less complex, but always a delight to come back to. After a minute, Nika held my head gently and grasped my hair tightly, gyrating her hips to press her warm cunt deeper into my face. I usually preferred a more dominant role during sex, but I always loved experiencing what girls became when they released their inhibitions. Any inhibitions Nika may have had were rubbing off through her slick pussy and onto my tongue, lips, and even my nose.

At this point, Nika essentially masturbated herself against my face. I repositioned a thumb so that it softly pressed on her anus. Nika moaned deeply as she aggressively dragged her pussy lips and clit against my face, leaving a fragrant trail of delicious slime as she did so. I latched onto her clit with my lips and bobbed my face lightly to massage her pussy with my chin as I sucked. She panted loudly as her pelvic thrusting quickened. Nika moaned when she climaxed. I felt her clit twitch against my tongue and her butthole quivered a little against my thumb.

After her muscles relaxed, I kissed her thighs and belly, worshipping her delicious young body before using it for its natural purpose. I raised myself and lifted my head to meet her face. We smiled at each other before I lowered my face to hers and kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste the fragrant pussy juice that I had greedily lapped from between her legs.

With little ceremony, I mounted Nika and gently pressed my painfully hard cock into her swollen warm slit. I exhaled deeply as it slid past the initial resistance and into its moist and cozy destination. The traditional missionary position gets an entirely unjustified reputation for mundanity. I, for one, always loved Missionary. It allowed us to experience each other like no other position could. Her smooth, soft belly and thighs pressed against mine. Our nipples tickled each other as her breasts flopped with each determined thrust.

“Professor!” She whimpered. “Your cock…is so big!” Nika looked up at me with pleading eyes before she closed them and turned her head to the side, leaving her mouth open as she gasped for breath. Nika was either generous or naïve. My penis was only slightly larger than average.

Her pussy clung lovingly to my dick as I pumped it into her to its full length. My testicles smacked gently against her butt. I held her head and licked her face and neck, sharing the last of her juices on my tongue and savoring her pretty face.

I humped her for another couple of minutes before driving home with increased vigor. The sight of her adorable face against the sound of our flesh crudely slapping together brought the tension in my balls to a head. With an audible squish, I pulled my cock out of Nika’s tight, wet pussy. I pressed my balls and the bottom of my shaft against her upper groin. After a few intense thrusts, lubricated by the slick juices of her now-empty pussy, my balls twitched, and the tip of my penis burst forth with several streams of semen.

As intended, most of the cum landed on her adorable soft tummy, pooling in her bellybutton. I did not intend to shoot one stream so far as to hit her on the neck, but thinking about her all day must have left me even more pent up than I expected.

Nika squealed with surprise and mild alarm at the sheer volume of semen that now covered her body. “It’s dripping!” She yelped.

“Sorry,” I apologized. “Hold on a second.” I used two fingers to smear the drips into thin streaks toward the middle of her belly to prevent any runs onto the bedsheets. I didn’t care that much about staining the sheets, but I didn’t want to leave her lying in a wet spot. Reaching into the nightstand with my clean hand, I pulled out an instant camera. “Do you mind?” I asked. “I like to capture the elegant beauty of a woman stained by the primitive rutting of man.”

“You want to take my picture?” Nika smiled.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Do you want to use it to beat off?”

“Art can indeed be arousing,” I smiled.

“You’re even dirtier than I imagine at night, Professor.”

“You think about me at night?” I asked.

“Sometimes.”

“Do you masturbate?”

“Sometimes.”

“Don’t you have a roommate?”

Nika nodded her head. I briefly imagined Nika quietly reaching down her panties in the dark, trying to suppress her moans as a cute little roommate looked away and hugged herself tightly, pretending she couldn’t hear Nika’s quickened breath and quiet gasps.

A large drop of semen fell from the tip of my penis to my foot. “I better do it before we make too much of a mess,” I advised. “I can hide your face from the picture,” I offered.

“No, that’s okay, Professor. As long as you keep it for yourself. And maybe your wife,” Nika smiled and she splayed out her arms and looked pensively off to the side. I snapped the picture. Her pose was more elegant than I could have asked for, and my jizz made an absolute mess of her graceful beauty. On those nights when Rita was away, and I didn’t have a cute pussy or mouth to keep me entertained, this photo would certainly be one of my favorites.

I set the camera and the photo back into the nightstand. “Wait right there, sweetie,” I told her as I stepped into the master bathroom. I grabbed a wad of tissues and returned to her. She held her hand out expecting me to hand her the tissues. Instead, I used the tissues to wipe the larger gobs of semen off of her belly myself, inserting my finger to wipe the thick pool of cum out of her navel. Using a fresh tissue, I wiped the small dollop of jizz off of her clavicle.

Nika watched me work with a contented smile. “Thanks for cleaning me off, Professor,” she called to me as I took the slimy tissues to the bathroom to discard them. Maybe she was used to boys leaving her to clean herself off after the mess they made while they rolled over and passed out or zipped up their pants and left her. How many boys had used her like a crusty sock they kept under their bed? Did she think she didn’t deserve better? The thought made me harden a little.

She probably thought I was washing myself when I ran water in the sink, so she seemed genuinely surprised when I returned with a washcloth soaked in hot water. I gently dabbed away at her neck before softly wiping the streaks of drying semen from her belly. She sighed happily as I ran the cloth along her skin. After I finished, I turned to return to the bathroom, but Nika reached out to me with both hands, beckoning me to her. I stepped back to her, and she pulled me in for a kiss. “You’re so good to me, Professor.”

“You deserve the best.” I smiled at her before stepping into the bathroom and tossing the cloth in the hamper. When I returned to bed, she nuzzled into my chest and I wrapped an arm around her shoulder. I knew I was too affectionate after sex with these girls for my own good, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Goodnight, Professor,” Nika breathed on my chest.

“Goodnight, Nika." I sighed as I kissed the top of her head. Damn, she smells good.

We drifted off soon after that. Apparently, we had changed positions at some point. I woke up in the middle of the night to find myself sleeping on my side with my hand around her waist. If she felt my stiff penis pressed against her naked butt, she pretended not to notice. I thought about waking her up and putting it to use, but drifted back asleep before making a decision.

I awoke in the morning to the sensation of Nika’s lips wrapped around my hard cock. She knelt off to the side as she teased my tip with her tongue inside her mouth. “Good morning, Nika,” I breathed as I took in the pleasant scene.

She lifted her head and released my dick. “Good morning, Professor,” she said, smiling innocently. Without breaking eye contact, she lowered her head and resumed sucking my penis. I wanted to hold her naked ass in my hand, but it was too far off to the side to reach in my current position. Fortunately, I was just close enough to pull her t shirt, which had been hanging just off her belly, up past her breasts. Her ample tits hung down to the bedsheets, brushing my hips lightly as her head bobbed up and down. I rested my hand on her head, not controlling her movements, but stroking her soft, messy hair.

The bedroom door opened. “Good morning, sleepyheads!” Rita called from the doorway. Nika looked alarmed, but Rita smiled at her sweetly. “Good morning, Nika.”

Nika opened her mouth and lifted her head to let my penis fall out. “Good morning, Mrs.- Professor Pickrell.”

Rita nodded. “You can call me Rita, sweetie. I think we’re past formality.”

“Yes, Miss Rita.” Nika insisted on addressing my wife with an elevated status, even as she sucked me off. My affection for her grew for her even more than my throbbing cock.

“Is my husband being a gentleman?”

Nika nodded eagerly. “Yes, Miss Rita!” I smiled and stroked her hair.

“Would you like to stay for breakfast?” Rita asked. “I’m making scrambled eggs and bacon.”

“That sounds great! Thank you, Miss Rita!”

“My pleasure, dear! It should be ready in about twenty minutes.”

“Thank you, honey!” I called out to her. Nika resumed sucking me off.

Rita, still wearing her tank top and little panties, stepped over to the bed and bent down to kiss me. I held her by the waist and kissed her deeply. As I ran my hand up and down her bare skin, I felt a surge of urgent pleasure at the base of my penis. I lifted my hand off of Nika’s head and moved it to gently hold Rita’s face. My other hand moved from her waist and to the back of her head.

“Nika, I’m going to cum!” I warned her before holding Rita’s head in place to kiss her deeply once again. Rita moaned into our kiss, and Nika let out a muffled moan of encouragement as she sucked with increased vigor. I gasped as my cock burst in Nika’s mouth. She whimpered adorably as she sucked it up. Some of the semen spilled out of her mouth and onto my balls and groin. Rita never spilled a drop unless she meant to, but Nika’s youth and enthusiasm made her easy to forgive.

“You pig!” Rita joked as I released her from our kiss.

“You knew that when you married me,” I smiled, still gasping for breath. Rita turned to leave the room, and I reached out to cinch her panties down to the bottom of her butt. I gave her firm ass a couple of playful smacks before she pulled her panties back up without a word. She left the room and I focused my attention on Nika, who dutifully licked the spilled semen off of my testicles and belly.

After sucking the last straggling drop of sperm from my tip, she made a show of licking her lips and swallowing. “Did you like that, Professor?” she smiled. I nodded as she crawled up to meet me face-to-face. I grabbed her head and kissed her deeply, licking her tongue and lips. Afterwards, she laid on her side and rested her head on my shoulder. I caressed her waist and hip as we lay wordlessly for a few moments. “I can’t believe I just sucked my Professor’s cock while his wife watched,” she blurted out, eventually. This was all a huge novelty to her.

“That was very naughty, Nika,” I played along.

“Oh no! Are you going to punish me, Professor?”

She practically begged for it, how could I say no? “Yes, young lady. Now, stand next to the bed and bend over.”

Nika pretended to pout as she stepped off and around to the foot of the bed. She slowly bent at the waist until she was face down in the covers. I stepped out of bed and walked to meet her, admiring her plump, firm ass as she presented it to me. “Is this how you want me, Professor?”

I smacked her naked butt, reveling in the sight of its jiggling from the sudden strike. “You’ll speak when spoken to, young lady!”

“Yes, Daddy! I’ll be good!” Nika squealed.

Daddy? I don’t really want to touch on that right now. I spanked her again. “Speak when spoken to!” For fun, I waited to see if she would reply, but she didn’t. “Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy!” What kind of twisted fantasies did she have, calling me Daddy with her bare butt pointed at me, her legs spread just wide enough to offer a glimpse of her adorable young slit and asshole? Whatever, I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or rather, the opposite, in this case.

I gave her about a dozen more spanks, just enough to turn her butt cheeks pink without leaving any ugly bruising. Rita walked in again. “Is everything okay in here?” she asked. “You two are pretty loud.”

I had been caressing the small of Nika’s back, and continued to do so. Not wanting to appear coercive, I waited for Nika to reply first. I almost told her she didn’t need my permission to speak right now, but she finally replied. “Yes, Miss Rita. I wanted this.”

“Okay,” Rita nodded. “I didn’t think he would actually hurt you, but I just had to check.”

“I’m sorry I sucked your husband’s cock in front of you, Miss Rita,” Nika breathed, clearly not the least bit sorry.

“Don’t be,” Rita smiled. “My husband sure isn’t. I better go check on the eggs.” She left the room.

I caressed Nika for another moment. “Are you ready to be a good girl?” I asked her.

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Good. I’m going to give you a little reward.”

“Ooh, what is it, Daddy?”

I cupped the middle of her bare ass in one hand and slowly inserted a finger into her eager little slit. As expected, it was warm and slick, swollen in anticipation. I slowly massaged her canal with my finger. Nika arched her back to allow me even greater access to her pussy, its lips spread wide and begging for satisfaction. My finger audibly squished inside of her as her thick fluids gradually soaked it. I eventually slid my finger out of her vagina and found her stiff little clit, brushing her open labia along the way. “Yes, Daddy…” she sighed. Her pussy cupped in the palm of my hand, I massaged her clit with slick middle finger.

Nika turned her head to the side to meet my eyes, her face pouted with desperate desire. I shifted my gaze between her pretty face and her perfect plump ass. She panted with her mouth slightly agape. I gazed deeply into her eyes as I pressed my thumb gently into her anus. Her mouth hung completely agape as her panting became more vocalized. It wasn’t long before she moaned deeply as her thighs and ass clenched, her body trembled as her clit twitched. “Oh, fuck…” she sighed.

I continued to lightly massage her clit as her orgasm peaked. Her butthole and labia twitched along with her excited clit. As her trembling slowed, I held my hand and finger still so as not to overstimulate her hyper-sensitive pussy. I gave her anus one last gentle press with my thumb before pulling my hand away. She rewarded me with a cute whimper. Her weight began to shift but I pressed down on her lower back with my other hand, holding her in place for one last admiring gaze of her gorgeous ass.

After I let go of her, she rolled onto her back, catching me tasting my slimy finger, not that I was trying to hide it. I also caught a slight whiff of my thumb. It stank slightly, but nothing foul. It had been pressed into a butthole and not a strawberry patch, after all. Nika let out a contented sigh as she rested her hands just below her breasts, letting her shirt, my shirt, ride up just above her navel. Her soft belly heaved slightly with each breath; her legs were pressed together, offering only a modest view of her crotch. I would have loved snapping a Polaroid of her in this moment, but I didn’t wish to press my luck. “I didn’t know you were so dirty, Professor.” She smiled.

“You drive me a little crazy, Nika.” I smiled back.

“Does your wife drive you crazy?” Nika asked, leaning up slightly on her elbow. The folds of her voluptuous belly made me want to take a picture that much more.

“She does.” I nodded, truthfully.

“I could tell she turned you on when I was sucking your cock,” she said matter-of-factly.

“I’m sorry, did that make you uncomfortable?” I asked. It was difficult to tell if she was feeling sexy or jealous, or both.

“No, nothing like that." Nika shook her head and smiled wistfully. “I just hope I find someone that looks at me like that someday.”

“You definitely will,” I assured her.

“In the meantime, I guess I’ll just have to get spanked by hot professor.”

I leaned close to her face, letting her break my gaze to glance at my stiffening cock. “Nika, you’re driving me crazy again,” I told her before kissing her.

“Oops!” She smiled. “Sorry about that.”

“I’ll bet you are,” I replied, right before softly tickling her folded bellybutton with one hand.

“Stop!” She giggled. “That’s my fat tummy!” She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it down to her hips.

I relented. “Your body is perfect,” I leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“I’ve seen Miss Rita’s abs,” Nika protested.

“You don’t have to be the same to be perfect,” I told her.

“Really? You think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course I do.”

Nika shot her elbows off the bed and quickly wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Without her elbows to lean on, she fell backwards and pulled me with her. She kissed me hard, and I splayed awkwardly on the bed next to her. Her legs still hung off the end of the bed, so when I moved to lay on top of her, I had to straddle her with my legs rather than lie on top of her. We made out for a minute while my penis stiffened against her lower belly, my testicles brushed against the stubble of her shaved pubic hair.

After another minute, I pulled back. “Come on, let’s get ready for breakfast,” I instructed her, lightly tapping her cheek with my palm in a pretend slap.

“Yes, Daddy,” she pouted as I climbed off her. My penis left a small stamp of precum on her tummy.

I pulled on my shorts and shirt quickly, and Nika moved somewhat slower, allowing me a wonderful view of her spanked ass cheeks as she bent down to retrieve her shorts. We freshened up and sat down at the breakfast table just minutes before Rita served eggs and bacon. Rita wore one of my old T-shirts, which she only did occasionally. I quietly admired the two women wearing my shirts and casually eating breakfast with me. “I love this,” Nika said, breaking the comfortable silence. She was probably talking about the eggs.