The Girl is Trouble Pt. 20

We had been back on campus for about a week when Jess told me she wanted me to go to a party with her. A professor at our school had just published his latest book and was holding a release party in his home.

His house was what you'd expect from a tenured professor. Three stories, all wood, with books everywhere. Professor David Jensen was a big celebrity, often appearing on cable news shows, so the party was well attended. His glamorous, much younger wife, Rebecca was a big socialite in town. There were all sorts of rumors about how they got together, focused largely on her having been an undergrad and him having been her professor.

I guessed she was about 40 and he was in his mid-sixties, so pretty scandalous, I guess. They'd been together since then, so it appeared to have all worked out. They even had a daughter, Ainsley, who was about our age. She was in town for the party and something struck me the moment I saw her- there was more than a passing resemblance between Ainsley and Jessica.

After some time mingling, Jess grabbed my hand and guided me towards the stairs. "Come with me," she whispered. We went upstairs to the third floor. It was a den with leather couches and even more books. There was single door in the room which held a small office. I guessed that this was the professor's and as he stepped out from the door my suspicion was confirmed.

"Took you long enough. I was afraid you weren't coming up," Professor Jensen said to my fiancée.

"Are you kidding? It's the whole reason I came to the party," Jess replied to him and shot me a devilish look.

Suddenly, Jess dragging me to this party made sense. She was going to fuck him in his own house during his party.

"You must be Darren, the fiancé. Pleasure to meet you, but I'm afraid our window might be a little too short for pleasantries," he said, shaking my hand despite my stunned expression.

"Sweetheart, be a dear and keep watch out for anyone while I give the professor something he's long wanted, ok?" Jess said, giving my cheek a quick kiss.

I flushed red as the professor gave me a knowing grin while he took Jess's hand and led her into the office and closed the door behind them.

I stood there for a bit not really comprehending the surreal situation. I loved how dirty her mind was and screwing a sixty-year-old professor while he had a house full of guests was so hot. So she had set me up to not only know exactly what she was doing but put the pressure on me to play lookout.

I moved up to the closed door and I heard some muffled talking and movement. Were they undressing? Thinking about what they might be doing but not knowing for certain was intensely erotic. I stood with my ear to the door but my eyes towards the stairs. My heart was racing. What would I do if someone came up the stairs? How would I keep them out? Had they locked the door or was I the only thing between them getting discovered?

Then I heard Jess moan. It was faint, but I had certainly learned the sounds of her moans through our experiences together. My best guess was that the professor had begun going down on her. I realized my own dick had gotten hard which really made me fear someone would come upstairs. I wondered how would that look- me standing in a private room in the house with an erection while moans came from the office.

I heard what sounded like the best effort by Jess to muffle an orgasm. I noted how fast that had occurred, so either he was really good or she was very turned on by the situation. Perhaps a little of both. Then the sounds from the other room quieted down.

I couldn't help myself. I had to see for myself. I tried the door and found it unlocked. Fortunately it opened soundlessly. And then I saw them.

They were stark naked, as if clothing was an insult to what they were doing and they had no care in the world about being caught. He stood before her, his old wrinkled body illuminated by the sunlight coming through the window near them, and she was on her knees before him. Seeing her gorgeous youthful body so submissively prostrate before him and his not that impressive manhood caused me to shiver.

That's when I heard it.

A creak on the stairs below told me someone was coming.

I closed the door as quickly and silently as possible. Then I did my best to get between the stairs and the door to the office while at the same time hiding my erection. This had me behind a couch which certainly would be an odd position to be in so I grabbed a book and opened it as if I was reading.

Coming up the stairs was Ainsley, the professor's daughter. Again, seeing her was jarring as her resemblance to Jessica was pretty extreme. Red hair of a similar shade, although Ainsley wore hers longer. Their cheekbones and smile were also eerily close. And then it hit me- the professor was into this BECAUSE Jess looked like his daughter.

I shook the thought out of my head as I knew I had to act fast.

"Oh, hello there," I said, trying to act casual.

"Oh. Umm, hi?" she said, obviously confused.

"You're father, ummm, recommended this book."

"Oh? Have a stirring interest in the Socio-economical situations following the Second Boer War?"

"Oh. Oh! Y-yes. Sure. Of course. Who isn't?" I replied unconvincingly.

"Have you seen my father? Someone said they might have seen him come up here," she said glancing at the closed office door.

"Ummm, no. I've been here for a bit and I-I've not seen him," I lied.

I could tell she didn't really believe me. And then she started going towards the office door.

"Whoa, ummm, hey... Ainsley..." I stammered, putting myself between her and the door. Thankfully, my erection had faded enough it wasn't obvious. "So where- where to you go to school? I didn't catch that before..."

"We didn't talk, so not sure how you would've 'caught that'. I'm at Wellesley," she said, looking at me incongruously.

"Ahhhh... Wellesley. It's a... it's..."

"You know nothing about it. I get it. You don't have to try. What is the deal with you?" she asked me, obviously figuring out something was off.

Then we heard a moan from the office. Fuck.

As she turned towards the office, her mother emerged from the stairs.

"Ainsley! There you are. Sara is looking for you," Rebecca said, drawing her daughter's attention from the office.

"Oh. She's here? Ummm," she said, obviously torn about whatever was happening in the office.

"Ok then," and she started heading downstairs. But then she stopped, "But-"

"-oh don't leave her waiting, Ainsley," Rebecca replied with an annoyed tone.

Ainsley continued down the stairs and I felt like I was out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Another moan came loudly from the office and she... smiled at me.

"Well, that was close, wasn't it?"

I was confused. "What do you mean?"

"Would've been really awkward if Ainsley caught her father screwing your girl, wouldn't?" she said, her grin devilish.

"You- you know?"

"Dear boy. One doesn't marry a notorious letch without being prepared for a recurring need for some side bitches. No offense."

"None... none taken. You mean, you're really ok with it?" I asked her, shocked by her admission.

"Sweetie, it's pretty damn hot isn't it? I'm married to an old man who can still bag some undergrads. He fucks them, tells me all the dirty details, and then is in my bed every night."

I couldn't help but smile. "It's like you're a..."

"A 'cuckquean' I believe is the term that's being used. Yes, I get off knowing my husband is fucking some hot little thing like Jessica but still wants me in the end. Is that your thing too?"

"Yeah. I love that she is an independent woman and I love that she gets to enjoy sex that I can't give her alone."

"Doesn't it make you hot when some guy takes her horniness and uses her up?"

I cleared my throat a bit. She got right to it.

"Yeah," was all I could manage to respond with. I felt my arousal rising again.

"You like the idea of her being taken by a superior man, don't you? What's that say about her screwing my husband? Is a sixty-year-old academic a better lay then you, or what?"

Fuck. That stung. A good sting though.

"Damn."

Rebecca giggled at me as my breathing got more labored. "Honey, I bet you're a good pussy eater, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Excellent. Then get over here and put your tongue to good use while we listen to my husband fuck the hell out of your hot fiancée."

"I don't... think..."

"Don't think, dummy. Your wife-to-be can't say shit about me borrowing your mouth while she's totally taking my husband's dick in her dirty little puss. Not judging her choices, but of course I insisted she get tested before she fucked my hubby."

I moaned.

"Oh, you like that kind of talk, don't you, you dirty little cuck?" she smiled deviously. "Is she still fucking that hot stud Jacen Summers? Christ I bet his dick is massive. My husband is going to be a bit of a step down from that black Adonis. David is not well-hung, but he knows how to use what he has. Yikes- what if David is smaller than you? Getting cucked by an old guy with a smaller dick probably stings a bit more than by that beefcake, doesn't it. Sorry"

She obviously had my number good and I felt like I had little choice but to comply.

She hiked up her smart skirt and pulled aside her panties revealing a tightly trimmed brown bush and I got onto my knees before her. Another long moan emanated from the closed door.

"That's it, cucky. Eat Momma's hairy little cunt while my husband dumps his seed in your girl. He's going to claim her pussy today whereas I'm just loaning you mine."

I teased her slit with my lips, seeking to exert some control of the situation.

"Oh, that's it you little shit. Fucking eat that muff. Imagine it's your girl's dirty pussy, filled my David's cum. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

I redoubled my efforts. It always surprised me how different women's pussies tasted. The different fragrances. Nothing beats my Jess, but it certainly was no punishment.

"Yeah, right there. Right there. You ARE good at this. No wonder she keeps you around."

I was so deep in my cuckspace (and Rebecca's pussy) that I didn't hear Jess and Professor Spencer come out of the office.

I only realized this after I heard them laughing at me.

I looked up, Rebecca's juices dripping from my chin, to see my Jess, smiling at me.

"Don't stop on my account. Get back to work," Jess insisted.

I just did what I was told.

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Later, back at my place, Jess laughed as I told her about what had happened.

"Oh god, that is hilarious!"

"Would you have felt that way if Ainsley had caught you fucking her dad?"

"Oh, I knew Rebecca would be running interference. It was just fun to make you sweat a little."

"Did you set me up to eat her out without me knowing?"

"No, but it was worth it to see your face when we came out. I'm proud of you for making a good showing of it for us."

"You're so twisted."

"I am, aren't I," she laughed again. "Tell me you didn't love it. Being put in your place as a bottom while your girl was getting it from a geriatric guy."

I blushed because of course she was right. Watching her get dominated by guys like Jacen and Mark were one thing. Knowing she'd fuck even this professor put me in a different place. I like it but it was still somehow destabilizing.

"What do you get from screwing him? Is it just to fuck with me?"

"Are you kidding me? You think I would have sex with someone just to humiliate you? What does that say about how you think of me?"

I was embarrassed because she was right and I regretted what I had said.

"I'm sorry, Jess. I didn't mean that."

She was quiet for a moment. "I know. I wouldn't be with you if I believe you to be that way. Do I get off on cucking you? Well, yeah. Duh. But would I give my body to anyone just do that and not get something out of it myself? Oh hell no. You think a hexagenerian who still gets coeds into bed doesn't know how to please a woman? Plus what woman doesn't have a few daddy issues to work out with some old man."

"Aaaah... more like grand-daddy issues with him."

I said it and worried instantly that I'd crossed the line.

Fortunately, Jess burst out laughing. "Ha! Too true, too true. I don't know what it is but fucking a guy that age, who could easily be my grandfather, is so naughty and hot. I know my 'dance card' is pretty full already, but I'm kind of... thinking I'd like to see him again."

"Oh god, really?" I wasn't upset by this idea. If anything, I was finding it mind-blowingly hot.

"Yeah. I actually had an idea the other day that, now that I think about it, might make a little more room for Professor Spencer."

"Wow. It was really that good?"

"I can't describe what it is that turns me on so much... I guess you'll just have to see it for yourself."