'Keep those legs spread,' he said. 'I want it bad. I need it bad!'
'Come on,' Gayle panted.
He drove his prick inside her cunt violently. His strokes were quick and deep. Gayle felt bolt after bolt of pleasure shoot through her. It didn't matter that it was her brother's cock that was giving her such pleasure. Any cock would have done just as well.
She raised her legs so that he could get deeper. She wrapped them around his buttocks and she heard Stephan whistle.
'Jesus Christ!' Stephan said. 'Stephanie never did that!'
Gayle couldn't have cared less what Stephanie ever did. Now his cock was pushing against the back of her cunt and she could feel the first jism tooting into her.
'Oh yes,' she groaned. 'Give it to me, Bobby! Give me every drop! Oh yes, shoot me full of your cum! Shoot it to me, Bobby!'
He gave it to her, driving his cock into her deeply and erupting his cum into her cunt. Again she felt jism flooding her pussy and again she loved it.
Stephan was just too excited. He pushed his brother away and then started to come. He couldn't get his cock into her cunt but spilled his jism all over her soft belly.
'Shit!' Stephan said violently.
'Don't worry,' Gayle said, taking his cock into her soft fingers. 'I'll make you hard again. I really will. There's always going to be another time.'
That was the beginning of her yearning to be treated roughly. Her brothers fucked her almost every night for two years. It was violent, rough fucking, and she loved every second of it. She never became like Stephanie. She was too smart for that. She put out for very few boys at school. She'd allow them to squeeze a tit every now and then, but she wouldn't allow them to go any farther than that.
And then James was married and Bobby was caught stealing cars. Only poor little Stephan remained and Stephan was just not enough man to keep her satisfied.
Gayle was forced to look elsewhere for her satisfaction.
CHAPTER THREE
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?'
