After they finished eating, Gayle went back to her room alone. She showered and changed into the flimsy nightgown as Mark had told her to. She had some qualms about unlocking the door. But then she remembered how Mark had looked, and she knew that a locked door was not going to keep him out.
She unlocked the door, then turned off the lights and crawled into bed. She heard her door open a few minutes later.
She saw a shadow walk from the open door to her bed. It wasn't Alan or Mark. It was her teacher, Doug Sandoval.
"Mr. Sandoval," she said. "What are you doing here?"
"Call me Doug," he said as he started taking off his clothes. "After all, we shouldn't be formal at a time like this."
"What are you doing in my room?" Gayle asked. "You can't stay here. Get out."
"But Mark told me to come in. He said I'd find you more than agreeable. Was he playing a joke?"
Gayle knew she could order Doug Sandoval from her room and he would go. But she also knew that it would make him angry at Mark and then Mark and Alan would be angry at her. She could remember too well the cruel glint in Mark's eyes. Mark would be capable of hurting her very badly if he wanted to.
"Was he playing a joke?" Doug asked again.
"No," Gayle said with a sigh. "He wasn't playing a joke."
"Good," Doug said. "You know, I've always thought you were a fine-looking woman. I really was surprised when Mark came to me this evening and said you were willing."
He finished stripping off his clothes and stretched out on the bed beside her. He had a thin, white body. He was not the sort of man that Gayle would have chosen for a bed partner. She allowed her hand to brush against his cock. He had a strong cock and it was already rigid. She ran her fingers across the length of his prick. He was not meaty but he was large. He would be able to give her a passable fucking.
"Ummm," he said. "You have very soft hands, Gayle. I've dreamed about you doing this."
"Surely you can't mean that," Gayle said. "With all of those good-looking young coeds wanting, good grades. I bet if you just suggested a little trade."
"But that wouldn't be ethical," Doug protested.
"Shit," Gayle said. "Who cares about ethics when you're horny? And brother, do you feel horny!"
"I am," he admitted. "My wife is a very cold woman. She doesn't understand me."
"Oh shit," Gayle said again. "That line went out with old burlesque. Just shut up, Professor. Shut up and enjoy yourself."
He took her cue and started to play with one of her breasts. He stroked her through the flimsy material until her nipples grew hard.
"That's nice, Professor," Gayle cooed. "Why not take all that material away?"
He lifted her nightgown to her shoulders. Her huge tits were bared before his eyes and he began to pant. He put both hands on her tits and began to squeeze them.
"I'm not bread dough, Professor," she complained. "Why not kiss them? They love to be kissed."
Doug dropped his head and kissed one rosy-red nipple. He couldn't believe his good fortune. He had been telling the truth when he called his wife cold. She had been a poor partner in the beginning of their relationship and she had gradually become worse.
Doug had been going out of his mind for a long time with all the sweet-looking nookie around college, and he had the ice-maiden at home for a wife. How he had wanted to pull up some of those sweet young things shirts and plant his whopper between their legs.
But somehow he had never gathered up enough nerve. He knew that some of his fellow professors scored with the girls. This wasn't the only time that he had scored, but there had only been one other.
As he sucked in Gayle's creamy flesh, he remembered the other girl he had been unfaithful with. He remembered her with a mixture of pleasure and shame. Oddly enough, the girl had been a virgin.
Her name had been Janice and she had been a homely little girl who had worked for him. He had been doing some biology papers and he'd hired Janice to do the typing. Janice was a freshman. She wore glasses and clothes that were out of style.
Doug didn't know why he had first been attracted to Janice. Perhaps it was just the long hours of working together so closely. Usually it was at night, after his classes.
He was thinking about the cute blonde in his first class while he dictated to Janice. He found his cock growing hard and he didn't like the prospect of trying to get his wife into bed. He had taken off his glasses and was taking a long look at Janice. Perhaps it was true what they said about these homely girls being fantastic creatures in the, sack.
He thought she'd be easy, because Janice had often looked at him with adoring eyes. He studied her. That evening she had worn a short skirt that showed off her skinny legs, and a loose-fitting blouse. He wondered what her tits were like.
He stopped his dictation.
"Janice," he said.
"Yes, Professor?"
"You must get awfully bored sitting in here night after night."
"Oh no, sir," she protested.
"But you must. Doesn't your boyfriend object to all these late hours?"
Janice actually blushed. Doug hadn't seen a girl blush in a long time.
"I don't have a boyfriend, sir," she said.
"What!" Doug tried to sound shocked. "A pretty girl like you doesn't have a boyfriend?"
"I'm not really pretty, sir," she said, "it's nice of you to say that but I know the truth."
"Janice…" Doug made his voice consoling. "You shouldn't run yourself down. You have a lot of nice features. Very attractive features."
He could tell she was pleased at his compliment. She looked down at the floor but her face was blushing red again. Her fingers rubbed her knee nervously.
"I really don't, sir," she said.
"Sure you do," he insisted. "You have very nice xxs and also nice legs. At least, what I can see of your legs."
He had been more confident with Janice than with any girl in his entire life. He knew he could fuck her. It made him feel good, it gave him a feeling of power.
"You shouldn't be talking like that, sir," Janice said. "You shouldn't talk about my legs."
"Why not?" he asked.
"It just isn't very nice."
"Me you ashamed of your legs?"
"No."
"Then why shouldn't I talk about them?"
Janice ripped a piece of paper out of her typewriter and dropped it into the trashcan. Her face had grown sullen. She grabbed her purse and stood up like she was leaving.
"Don't leave," Doug said.
"You're making fun of me."
"No I'm not," he said. "I really do think you have nice legs."
She started walking toward the door but he followed. He took her by the arm. She tried to jerk it away but she didn't try hard. He slowly pulled her into his arms.
"I think you have a nice body," he said. "Why don't you show me more of it?"
"No," Janice said. "I'm ugly. You don't want to see me."
"You're not ugly, Janice. Let me see your body. Let me look at you."
She pulled away from him. For a moment he thought she really was going to leave and then she shrugged her shoulders. Her hands went to the top button of her blouse and she slowly undid it. She pulled the two parts of her blouse away to reveal two small breasts encased in a bra.
"See," Janice said. "I don't have anything."
"But you do," Doug insisted. "Let me help you off with the rest of it."
He put his arms around her shoulders and dropped his hands to the clasp on her bra. She stood, as if frozen, as he unhooked the bra and let the two halves fall apart. He pulled it off her soft white shoulders.
Her tits were really not bad for such a skinny girl. He heard her gasp as he bent his head and sucked one of her luscious nipples into her mouth. She fought to push him away.
"No," she said. "You were just going to look."
He sucked in more of her tittie flesh and began to fondle the other nipple with his free hand. She fought him for a few minutes more and then she seemed to shudder and relax.
He knew then that there was nothing he couldn't do to her. He dropped his hand to the hem of her skirt and hiked it up. She was wearing flimsy blue panties and he pulled them down her legs. She stepped out of them.
"Please," she said. "Please don't hurt me."
"I'm not going to hurt you, baby," he said. "I'm just going to fuck you."
He cleared the things away from his desk and fucked her on the top. She wasn't a bad fuck considering her skinny legs and ass. She was also a virgin. She felt tight going in and the friction of her cunt made him explode almost immediately.
He got up and wiped himself off with a Kleenex. She was sobbing softly.
"That's all right, Janice," he said. "It's all right. Now you're broken in for some nice boy."
She had grabbed her clothes and dressed hurriedly, tears streaming down her face. She ran out of his room, vowing never to see him again. It was all right with Doug. He really didn't want her hanging around to cause trouble. He never saw her again. He heard later that she dropped out of school.
"Damn it," Gayle complained. "Quit biting."
Doug realized that he had been biting down on her soft flesh. He apologized and pulled his head away.
"Those are tender," Gayle said harshly, rubbing herself. "What were you thinking about? Eating me for supper?"
"That's not a bad idea," Doug grinned.
Gayle was going to make another comment when his head started going down her body. She felt his tongue on her stomach and then licking her thighs.
He's going to eat me, Gayle thought. He's really going to eat my pussy!
Gayle parted her legs as his tongue found her bush. He played in her pubic hairs for a few moments. His tongue was building up the excitement in her and she could almost feel the hot juices begin to flow.
Doug pushed his face into her crotch and his tongue slipped into her cunt. Gayle might not have thought much of his skinny body and personality but she loved his tongue. It was an educated, experienced tongue.
He began to move it around her cunt walls in a rapid motion. The friction of it was almost too much for Gayle to bear. She put her hands on the back of his head and urged him closer.
"God," Gayle moaned. "That feels good. That really does feel good."
Now his tongue found her clit and began to massage it. Gayle knew she was an abnormally wet type. She would start juicing up if a good-looking man looked at her in a flirting manner. She knew she was keeping a constant stream of juice against his tongue but he didn't seem to mind.
His lips and tongue continued to caress and massage her pussy and it was driving Gayle right out of her mind.
"Jesus!" Gayle cried. "Oh Jesus! That feels good! That feels so fucking good! I think I'm going to come! Oh shit, I'm going to come! I am oh fuck…"
This time she drenched him with her hot juices. He didn't take his mouth away and she expected. He continued to suck on her until the trembling in her body stopped and her breathing became regular once again. Then she realized that she had two handholds in his hair that threatened to tear his head off.
"Oh Jesus, Professor," she moaned. "That was good. That was the best ever."
"I'm glad you like it," Doug said smugly. "If there's one thing I know how to do it's eat pussy. That's the only way the girls in high school would allow me to get into their pants. They sure did love a good tongue up them."
"I love it too, Professor," Gayle agreed. "Oh, how I loved it."
He lay down beside her and she kissed his lips. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and rubbed his tongue. Her hand dropped to his cock. His staff was hard and trembling.
"Ahhh," Gayle said sympathetically, "poor cock's all hard and uncomfortable. We'll have to do something about that."
Doug started to push her over onto her back but she stopped him. Her hand continued to caress his cock.
"No," she said. "You just lie there. Now Momma's going to do all the work."
"But I've got to have your pussy," he moaned. "I'm burning up."
Gayle was determined to give him a fucking he would never forget. She lowered her head and ran her tongue down the side of his body. She kept going down until she could kiss his cock.
"No," he protested. "I need some pussy. You'll make me come that way."
"Just relax and let Momma work," Gayle said. "You're going to get some pussy. Don't worry."
Gayle kissed the underside of his cock. She ran her tongue lightly down the length of his shaft. She sucked one of his soft balls into her mouth. He moaned as she rolled it in her mouth and let her tongue gently caress it.
"God," he said. "Oh God, please let me fuck you. Please let me stick my cock in. I need some pussy."
Gayle only smiled to herself as she released his ball. She ran her tongue up his cock a few times and then captured the blood-filled cock-head between her lips. She tasted a little of his salty jism on her lips.
"No," he groaned. "I'm going to come that way. I'm going to come!"
He did. He flooded her mouth with his salty cum and she swallowed quickly. She drew his cock into her gullet and let the cum splash against the back of her throat. She drew him in so deep that she could no longer taste his cum as it poured down her throat.
"Oh Goddamn it," Doug said. "I wanted to fuck. I wanted some pussy."
"Relax," Gayle said. "I told you you were going to get some pussy and you are. But the edge is gone and you'll be able to fuck awhile longer."
"But I won't get hard again for hours," he protested. "I'm always that way."
"Oh yes you will," Gayle said with a sly smirk. "You're going to get hard again in just a few minutes."
She lowered her head to his cock once more and sucked him into her mouth. She lay like that for a few minutes, with her lips and tongue caressing him and her teeth gently biting him now and then. She was rewarded by a stiffening of his prick. Gayle released him and laughed.
"See," she said. "There's life in the thing yet."
"Jesus," he said in amazement. "How'd you do that?"
"It's an old family secret," Gayle laughed. "Now let's get down to some serious fucking."
Gayle straddled him, her tits hanging like ripe melons above his hungry lips. She reached beneath herself and positioned his cock. Slowly she came down on him, feeling him push into her already wet pussy.
"Ahhh," he moaned. "That's good. That's so fucking good. I love it."
She began to bounce up and down on his hard cock. She could feel her juices flowing again, feel the tensing of her spine at the pleasure his cock was giving her.
"That's it, baby," he moaned. "Keep that up. I'll blow your brains out when I come. I'll shoot my cum right into your stomach."
Gayle felt his hands at her tits. She leaned her head back as his cock went into her deeper. He began to squeeze her nipples and massage the firm flesh of her tits.
"Jesus," she moaned. "That's it. Oh God, that's it. I love that! Oh how I love it!"
Her words encouraged him to squeeze harder and to quicken his pace as he drove his cock up into her cunt. She was bouncing faster, feeling her hair dance about on her head.
"Jesus Christ," she moaned. "I'm going to come. I can feel you coming. I can feel you coming deep inside me. Oh Jesus, it feels good! Ohfuckingjesus!"
She fell on top of him as his cock drained the last of his cum into her hungry pussy.
"Oh, Professor," she moaned. "You're better than I thought. Better than I could have ever imagined."
"You're pretty good yourself," he said. "In fact, you're damned good."
She rubbed her huge tits against his bare chest. She could feel stirrings of interest between her legs.
My God, she thought. What's wrong with me? Have I turned into a nympho or something? Or have I always been one? Have I always been crazy for sex?
The thought seemed to sober her.