Their Good Girls

"Jesus Christ, Emily," he said. "You are one hot little student."

"Thank you," she murmured, staring down at the mess of him on her chest and grinning. She glanced up and over her shoulder at Dr. Hart as the other woman traced her fingers lazily over Emily's breast and collected some of it. "And thank you, Dr. Hart. I can't believe I came just from you touching my boobs."

Dr. Hart laughed softly, and held up the fingers to Emily's lips. She sucked them down, tasting Max's salty warmth for the first time. She hoped it wouldn't be the last. Then Dr. Hart, without saying a word, came around the stump and knelt between Emily's legs. Staring up into her student's eyes, the professor leaned in and started licking and sucking at Emily's nipples. "Oh gosh," Emily whispered.

Her professor teased her for a long moment before tracing her tongue to the nearest thick wad of come. She collected it, then the next, her hands scooping up even more. Finally, when Emily thought she might come again from the heat of the moment, Dr. Hart leaned up and kissed her again, this time with an open mouth. Emily moaned against her as the sexy professor shared her husband's come with her student.

When she pulled away and fed Emily her fingers again, Dr. Hart whispered, "Good girls never let a drop go to waste."

* * *

Sofia finally came out of her room after sitting and trying to do her homework for over four hours. In all that time, all she could manage was a chapter from her history textbook and the paragraph summary the professor wanted emailed. She couldn't concentrate. Her mind burned far too hot for that.

She peeked outside at one point and saw Emily helping Mr. Hart with the firewood while their professor stood to the side, talking to them both. Sofia realized she hadn't done her household chores for the morning, felt a tiny bit guilty about it, and returned to work. But the thought festered, and soon she pushed away from her desk, sighing.

There really wasn't much to clean yet, so she unloaded the dishwasher, scrubbed out the sink, and checked on the state of the bathrooms, picking up one of Emily's towels from the bathroom upstairs. A pair of pink panties fell from the towel, and Sofia picked those up too. Never had she given another girl's panties much thought, but for whatever reason, the idea that these had been so close to Emily's pussy excited Sofia.

"Jesus, you perv," she muttered to herself, but she traced a finger along the vee of the panties anyways, her finger trembling. She glanced around and listened hard, then brought the panties to her lips, first sniffing at the faint flowery musk, then flicking out her tongue. But before it could connect with the fabric, she jerked the panties away from her face. She knocked the toilet lid down, and sat on it, crying softly, still clutching the panties and the towel and wondering what the hell was wrong with herself for being this turned on.

After she recovered, she dropped the panties and the towel downstairs in the laundry hamper next to the washing machine, and grabbed her phone out of her room. She headed for the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and call her parents. If Sofia had looked out the window at that moment, she would have seen her blonde acquaintance gasping as Mr. Hart's cock was exposed. Instead, she leaned her butt against the counter and relaxed as the rich dark roast her professor preferred brewed while outside, Emily succumbed to the whims and desires of their hosts.

Sofia would talk to her parents, she decided. See if they didn't maybe have room on their couch, or something. She didn't know. But Sofia was quickly losing her mind in this place, and before she did, she wanted to go home.

Sofia expected her dad to pick up, but instead her brother answered. "Sofia!" he said warmly.

Joshua. She closed her eyes and ran a hand across them. "Hey Josh," she said, trying to emulate his warmth.

"Good to hear from you. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you giving up your spot out here for me and Janiece."

Her throat worked as she thought about how cramped things would be. Her parents used to rent a larger home with three bedrooms rather than two, but the cost had left them so needy. Now that they had just the two bedrooms, things were much more manageable. Josh and Janiece had their own place but it was going to be harder for them to self-isolate. Neither could cook very well or take care of themselves without their relatives, so they were moving in for the time being. How they planned to raise kids together, Sofia had no idea.

"No problem," she said. Gentle, she told herself. Probe for this gently. "Are things pretty cramped?"

"You have no idea," he said, laughing. "We grabbed everything. I mean it. Everything. I've got my computer here, we've got like eight blankets, and all of Janiece's craft stuff. I think Mom and Dad are pissed they don't have a living room anymore. Might have to store some of it in the car."

Sofia forced out a laugh. To her it sounded more like a sob. "How about the rest of the family?"

"Eh, everybody's safe, I guess," he said. "It's weird here. No one's on the streets. No traffic. It's already less smoggy."

"No way," she said, sniffing and smiling despite herself. That would be a sight.

"No joke. Not one bit. People are really scared. How are things up your way? Heard you're staying at a professor's? That pretty weird?"

Was that pretty weird? Images flashed through her head. Max, standing behind Emily, mock-spanking her as she bent over looking through a cupboard. Dr. Hart getting fucked so vigorously and for so, so long.

Max unzipping. Max pulling out that big, fat dick and telling her she'd beg him for it.

About how wet that made her. How much Sofia wanted him, even when she knew what a monster him and his wife really were.

Sofia couldn't help but get choked up. She cried softly, and her brother asked her name several times before she could answer. "It's... it's okay," she answered faintly. "It's okay."

"Hey, we're going to get through this," Joshua said. "You fly down when this is all done. Me and Janiece will treat you."

"Okay," Sofia said. She could barely think past the day, let alone to after the lockdown. "I... I love you, Josh. Janiece too."

"You okay?" he asked.

"Uh huh. Just... just trying to stay sane."

"You? Pfffft. You lost your mind a long time ago."

She laughed, but it was brittle and false even to her ears. "Tell Mom and Dad... tell them I wish I could be home. But I'm glad you two are there."

"Will do. Love you, Sis."

"Love you too," she whispered faintly, but she'd already ended the call.

* * *

Sofia was distant all day, and stayed well clear of Tara and her husband. Tara didn't mind. Max had told her what he'd said to the young woman the night before after dinner, and she chuckled and thrilled to his boldness. Max had always been somewhat reckless when it came to fucking the mothers of his students or the women they brought home, but this was a whole new level. The girls had dragged out something in him, something Tara loved.

Sofia did come out to get in a workout in the gym. Tara wished she could have seen the young woman get sweaty, but unfortunately, most of her colleagues had figured out how to plug in their goddamn headsets by that point so she had to return to the video conferencing. The rest of the afternoon, administration droned on about new COVID policies for distant learning that could have easily been covered in an email.

The takeaway was that administration wasn't hopeful about students being able to return for classes by the end of the semester. That took Tara and many of her colleagues by surprise, but at least they were being forward thinking on this and planning out ways the professors could continue to offer classes long-distance. In the meantime, they said, keep in touch with the students via email, blogs, or however they could manage.

All Tara could think about all afternoon was the beautiful, busty cowgirl stroking her husband's cock until he uncorked on her. She'd never seen Max come that fast, but she couldn't blame him, especially when Emily got off just from some nibbles of her earlobe and a gropefest of her tits. Tara was so looking forward to watching Max fuck the everloving hell out of the girl, but he told her to just wait, that he had plans specifically for Emily's first time with him.

When she finished with her teleconferencing, she headed immediately for Max, who was just finishing up his own conference. He'd set up a small workstation in one of the guest bedrooms, and Tara was completely unsurprised to find him staring at a digital picture of a half-nude Emily with a hand behind her head, staring at the camera in profile with one nipple bared. Max looked up at Tara and grinned as he held up one finger.

When her husband had muted his headset, he gestured at the picture on the monitor. "I told her every time she comes while she stays with us, she's to try and take a selfie. Any time she doesn't, it's five spankings."

"Ooh, I like that," Tara said. She came to him and he patted his lap. She sat down and kissed him while he wrapped an arm around her. "So. Tonight, I have a request."

"Anything. So long as it doesn't involve my dick in her pussy. You'll love what I'm going to do to her."

Tara grinned. "I'm looking forward to it. No, tonight's about you and me. And her." She leaned in and whispered what she wanted, and his eyes widened.

"I, uh, would be very happy to help with that," he said. "I will suffer through it."

She snickered again and slid off him. "Figured you would."

"She's falling for you, you know that?" Max asked.

Tara shrugged. "Could be worse, I guess. A hot blonde college-aged slut serving our every whim?"

He chuckled. "Just so we're on the same page." His smile was fond and sent a shiver down her spine. "I'm going to do horrible things to that girl tomorrow."

"I wouldn't have you any other way. And tonight, we'll have a little fun too."

"A little," he said, grinning. "God, I love you. Have I mentioned that lately?"

"Not enough."

* * *

Even completely naked and resting on top of the blankets, Sofia was too hot to fall asleep. She got up twice to check the thermostat, and no, it wasn't that either. She knew the source, and she refused to give in.

She pitched in that night and helped make dinner, working on a pasta salad while Mr. Hart grilled chicken on the barbeque out back. Emily and Dr. Hart sat at the informal dinner table together, Dr. Hart working on a crossword, Emily typing away at a short story she was working on in her free time. She wanted to be a writer someday, but probably as a side gig. Dr. Hart told her if she was really interested in the writing business to consider becoming an editor, as it paid pretty well and good editors were always in demand.

It was such a normal, warm conversation it threw Sofia off. Something had changed between them. Dr. Hart had been nothing but curt with the bubbly blonde yesterday, and now she was giving her life advice? Hm.

The unease grew as Sofia prepared some vegetables to go with the pasta salad. She thought several times eyes were on her, but whenever she spun around to look, Dr. Hart and Emily were still distracted by their own projects. And Mr. Hart didn't have a great vantage point to peep in on her from outside, either.

The weird thing was, Sofia was almost disappointed they weren't staring at her. Weren't making fun at her expense behind her back. She'd come to expect such strange debauchery that she was feeling paranoid, but a sense of resentment was growing too. Why was Emily special? What had she done to deserve this kindness?

It rankled Sofia all throughout dinner, which found Sofia silent and sullen. It trailed her even through the movie they watched together, Sofia and Emily in the recliners, the Harts cozied up together on the couch. They didn't even try anything with each other, despite the sexy leads of the movie getting ultra-steamy halfway through. Sofia looked over at least eight times in that scene alone, thinking she'd find Dr. Hart sucking her husband's cock or him with his fingers in her pants. But no. Nothing. She rested with her head on her husband's chest, and winked when she saw Sofia looking, but that was it.

What was going on?

The question grabbed hold and wouldn't let her go. Not until that night, when she tossed and turned on top of the covers, her phone beside her. No games sounded appealing. No videos captured her mind. The idea of staring blankly at more homework made her cringe. She didn't want to do any of that. What Sofia wanted was to plunge her fingers in and out of her slick folds. What she wanted was to wet her fingers and tease her nipples and the soft little spots along her ribs that made her so wet when someone caressed them. What she wanted was to play with her clit until she came.

No. What she wanted, what Sofia craved on a level that disturbed her, was for Max to do all that, and so much more. His masculinity. His reckless desire. And most of all, that sheer arrogance. He knew the secret before Sofia did -- that she would want him. Because of course she would -- any woman even remotely close to straight or bi would want Max Hart fucking them senseless, just the way he'd fucked his wife the night before.

Sofia's hands slid down to her hips, and she shook her head. No giving in. No surrendering. She was not going to fantasize about him again. Or Dr. Hart. Or Emily. She would toss and turn all night if she had to. She would...

Thump.

She moaned.

Sofia couldn't help it. The need escaped from her at the unmistakable sound of the Harts' lovemaking. But that was it. Just the one thump. Sofia frowned. Was that all Max had in him that night? One quick pump? She almost snorted, until she heard a throaty laugh -- one she knew wasn't Dr. Hart's.

Sofia shot off the bed so fast she whacked her elbow on the nightstand. She held the elbow, trying not to cry out with the pain -- or the lust coursing through her. She was sure that had been Emily.

"Like that, just like that," Dr. Hart cried out.

Sofia stood absolutely no chance. Her mind railed against her moving, but it was a quiet voice now, flying copilot to her need. She moved through the house at a zombie's shuffle, not daring to turn on the lights, waving her hand slowly in front of her to guide her past anything that might be in the way. Light at the top of the stairs greeted her. The whole hallway this time seemed to wait for her, and she came up the stairs slowly, one hand already between her legs as she whimpered softly, thinking about Max and Dr. Hart again.

"Nnngh, shit!" Dr. Hart. She gasped and laughed, and said softer, "Oh, baby, just like that, yesss."

Slap slap slap. Skin against skin was joined by male grunting.

"Harder," Dr. Hart said. "Fuck my ass like you mean it."

Sofia gasped. It was so loud in the hallway she was sure she'd been heard. She froze, thinking about Max deep in her professor's curvy bottom. His cock was so huge she didn't know how he could fit. But the image, Max spearing his wife's ass the same way he had been her pussy the night before, Dr. Hart on her hands and knees, him behind her, scorched Sofia's resistance. She plunged two fingers into herself, taking tiny steps towards the bedrooms.

"Shhh sh sh sh," Emily said, giggling. Sofia's mouth widened. That wasn't coming from the girl's guest bedroom. That was coming from... "She'll hear us."

"Em, darling, that's the fucking point," Max grunted.

"You're so bad, Mr. Hart," Emily said.

"I don't want you to call me that anymore."

A pause, then, "Mm, what should I call you then?"

Sofia licked her lips listening.

"Daddy."

Emily burst out laughing. "What?"

Dr. Hart's voice, stern, but exhausted. "Emily, you said you'd do whatever we asked. If Max tells you to do something, what do you say?"

"But... Daddy?"

"Yeah," Max said, chuckling. "Just play along."

"All right... Daddy."

"Now keep licking her and don't you take that mouth off her cunt again, unless you want a spanking."

"Mm, maybe I do," Emily said. "Maybe tonight I'm not a good girl."

"Fuck," Sofia whispered under her breath. "No, Emily, no."

But still she walked forward, her fingers plunging in and out of herself each time she took a tiny pause.

"Oh, trust me," Dr. Hart said breathlessly. "You are being a very good girl."

Emily's door was wide open. No one inside. Not a light on in there. The Harts' room. A wet slurp. A dampened moan. Max's grunting. They spurred Sofia forward, and she took the last few steps to the spot against the wall before the door, closing her eyes, her chest rising and falling like she'd just run a mile.

Oh God, oh God, oh God, she thought. Go back downstairs. Go to bed. Don't look. Don't see.

But she didn't move -- save to add another finger to her already dripping cunt.

"Nnnngh, fuck, fuck, suck my clit now, that's it," Dr. Hart encouraged Emily.

Sofia hiccupped out a breath, trying not to make a sound as she fingered herself frantically, imagining Emily on the bed, maybe underneath Dr. Hart in a sixty-nine while the stunning brunette professor was getting railed by her husband up that curvy butt.

Except the bed wasn't making a sound tonight. And the words were coming from the wrong spot. This was closer. Sofia had to look. Had to know what they were doing. She couldn't, though. Wouldn't.

"Put your fingers in wh-while you l-lick me," Dr. Hart said. "Faster. Faster! Nnngh, fuck, that's it! Just like that!"

Sofia's mouth fell open and she tossed back her head, her fingers a wet blur inside herself. She could make no effort to hide her breaths or the wet slurps of her pussy around her fingers. There was no more trying not to get herself off to this. She was damned. But she would not look.

"Never been... this deep in my... ass," Dr. Hart cried out.

"Too much?" Max asked.

"Fuck no. Harder. Nnngh, uhhhn, uhhn, harder! Yes! Goddamn it, just like that! Oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck!"

Sofia's whole body twisted and she whipped her head around the edge of the doorframe. She gasped.

Emily was on her hands and knees, her ass to the door, a pink thong doing nothing to hide her sex or her cheeks. Her face was buried in Dr. Hart's cunt, bobbing up and down as she licked and slurped at the professor's pussy. One of her hands was out of sight, the other between her legs, rubbing her own lips. The professor was standing upright, her fingers entwined in Emily's hair.

Behind Dr. Hart, gripping her around the waist with one hand and cupping one of her big tits with the other, Max was fucking his wife's ass. And they were both looking straight at Sofia. Grinning. Knowing she couldn't resist.

Dr. Hart looked down at Emily, and whispered, "We have an audience, Emily."

Emily pulled away from her cunt and turned her head. Her chin gleamed with Dr. Hart's need, and she blushed. "Hi, Sofie."

"Emily..." Sofia whispered.

"You can come join us if you want. She tastes so sweet."

Sofia closed her eyes, her other hand dropping to her clit, strumming it as she fingered herself. She didn't trust herself to respond. She couldn't.

"Max... Daddy won't fuck me until tomorrow, though," Emily said. "And he won't tell me why." She pouted, then giggled again and returned to licking Dr. Hart's pussy.

"She's our good little slut now," Max said. His hips slammed into his wife's ass with every thrust, the sound the hottest thing in the room. Even hotter than Emily. Even hotter than Dr. Hart's breathless whimpers. Sofia wanted that cock in her ass. She didn't know how she could do it. But she wanted it. Needed it. "Anytime you want to come to me, Sofia. I'll be here. Ready to give you everything you know you want."

Sofia didn't deny it. That hope was gone now. All she could do was hold off as long as she could.