Page 34 of Rolling with my Professors

“Yes, Professor Daddy.” I’m not sure which name to use in this situation. My cheeks are flaming as my core clenches with need.

He chuckles, the vibrations sending a thrill through me. “What a clever girl. Now, I think it’s time for today’s lesson to begin.”

Helping position me with my ass sticking out, he eats my pussy from behind. Holy fucking hell, my orgasm builds fast that way.

Sterling rushes to my side, steadying me. I’m not sure where he came from but I’m glad they’re both here.

“You like it when Daddy eats your pussy?” Sterling asks.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“You like teasing your husband?” His warm breath caresses my ear as he speaks.

“Yes.”

A sharp slap lands on my butt. This time it’s Sterling. I suppose I deserved that.

What I don’t expect is for Daddy to sit back, his hands leaving my skin, creating a moment of longing at their absence.

“You like teasing both of us, don’t you?” Rutherford’s voice indicates he’s rising. He steps forward and begins to undress me with Sterling’s help. Their hands linger on every inch of skin they expose.

Catching a glimpse over my shoulder, I’m surprised by the gathering outside of our room. Apparently we aren’t the only ones turned on by the student-teacher thing.

They pivot me toward the window. Do they want me to think about all the people we’re teasing? I am.

Sterling removes my skates and socks while Rutherford holds me from behind. His hands massage my breasts, then one sinks lower, taking time on my belly, which isn’t quite back to pre-baby condition.

For a moment, I’m self-conscious. Then his hand sinks even lower—between my legs. My orgasm is too close.

I close my eyes and try to block out the sensation of their fingers tracing over my body and all of the people watching. Maybe I can hold back my orgasm.

Maybe not. It’s no use. Desire pushes me over the edge.

Flailing for support, I’m consumed by my climax. Rutherford catches on quickly and works my clit, easing me through the release, while Sterling caresses my body.

“We didn’t even get to the lesson yet,” Daddy says as he guides me to the desk. “You won’t be needing these.” He returns the vibrators to my backpack.

My body is still buzzing from my orgasm. I take my seat and watch as both men strip naked.

Daddy moves to the dry-erase board and leans against it, while my husband stays by my side.

Rutherford wraps his hand around his thick cock, slowly stroking, then makes eye contact with me. “You’re such a quick study when it comes to teasing and having orgasms, it’s time for a more difficult lesson.”

I swallow, licking my lips as my gaze drops to his hand, then back up to his face.

My husband steps between us and I give him a shy smile. He drops to his knees in front of my desk. His hands grip my knees and he spreads my legs.

“Scoot down a little,” he says.

I shuffle lower in my seat.

“There we go. Now, for your next lesson. You’re going to keep your eyes on Professor Rutherford.”

I nod.

With that, Rutherford strokes himself in earnest, his eyes never leaving mine. But mine roam over his body. I’m mesmerized by the way his hand moves, the way his breath quickens. He’s so confident, so sure of himself. He’s going to masturbate in front of all of the spectators.

Should that turn me on as much as it does?

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