My gf fucked me in the university library [FF]

I’m a regular reader of this sub, and my partner has set me a challenge to post here. I have a many stories I could post, including a few threesomes, so depending on how this one goes down I might write some more in the future.

Before I start, you should probably know that I orgasm incredibly easily. We’re talking, 150-200 times when I have sex. I have orgasmed from someone touching my nose. I have orgasmed from giving head. I have squirted from being choked. I orgasm so easily it’s unreal.

This was several years ago, when I was in my early 20s, in university, dating a woman (let’s call her Megan) also in her early 20s. I’m petite, blonde and slim and Megan was petite and brunette with some extra weight. She was very shy, and from a pretty conservative Catholic background, so this was very out of character for her. It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.

This was during exam period, and me and Megan were going to the library pretty much all day every day. The university library was a big building, 12 floors, with lots of different areas. We chose an “annexe” area because it was quiet and we could usually find a space – in short supply during exams! I am a huge geek and love books, and the idea of being fucked against a bookshelf has always been high on my list of fantasies. Megan was very aware of this.

It took her about a week to build up the nerve – she would take me by the hand and lead me between the bookshelves behind where we were sitting and push me up against the wall and kiss my neck and my lips. Things would get more and more heated up as the week went by – she would touch my nipples through my top, then under my top, then under my bra. Every day she would take it a little further, but then lose her nerve and return to her desk and continue with her work. I would also go back to my desk, a horny mess, and try to focus on my revision – it always took me a while to think about linguistics and not how turned on I was. Every day, we’d get home and I would fuck her with the pent up energy of a whole day of thinking about how much I wanted her.

Finally, she worked up the courage.

It started the same as all the other occasions – she walked up behind me and gently touched my shoulder, traced her fingers down my arm and took my hand. She guided me around the shelves behind where we had been studying. Just on the other side of the shelves there were a handful of students studying for their exams.

Megan pushed me up against the wall at the end of the aisle, with history books to our left and right, and kissed me. She was a great kisser – just the right amount of tongue. After a while of making out, her hands worked their way down to my waist, pulling my top up a little so she could touch my skin. Meanwhile, my hands were grabbing her waist and pulling her closer to me, feeling the weight of her pushing me against the wall. Her hands made their way up to my chest and she cupped my breasts and then traced a nipple, pinching lightly. I remember trying really hard not to moan when she did this. She started kissing, licking and nibbling my neck, and when she did so I could see the library behind her – anyone could walk past the aisle at any moment and see. That idea was so unbelievably hot to me.

She pulled her head back and looked me in the eyes as she unbuttoned my jeans and reached her hand into my jeans and under my underwear. I was so wet by this point, it was ridiculous. She dipped her finger between my labia, into me, feeling how wet I was. I watched as her eyes widened. She started gently circling my clitoris, still looking straight into my eyes. She edged me for a few minutes, keeping her pressure frustratingly light and watching the look on my face, willing her to touch me harder and faster. Slowly, she increased the pressure until I started to cum. She maintained eye contact as I neared orgasm, trying hard not to make any noises. I could hear people, just on the other side of the shelf, typing on their laptops and turning pages – that’s how quiet this area of the library was. And I was orgasming. Hard.

She picked up pace a little more and started kissing me again. One hand playing with my clit, fingers flicking deftly, lightly and quickly over it, the other hand playing with my (now very erect) nipple under my top, her mouth on mine, smothering the moans that were starting to escape a little. Her whole body was pinning me up against the wall, and on either I must have orgasmed half a dozen times like that, when my legs started to give way. Her body was holding me in place, but my legs start shaking uncontrollably, which sometimes happens when I orgasm lots.

She took her hand away from my clitoris and lifted it up to my mouth. It was soaking, covered in me. She put two fingers into my mouth and watched as I sucked my own juices off them, and then kissed me hard, sharing the taste with me. She then put her hands on my waist and supported me as she lowered me down to the floor.

I thought that was it, but when I was down she pulled my jeans down a little so my cunt was exposed. I remember glacing around taking it all in – sitting against a wall, jeans around my thighs, in the history annals, while my girlfriend was making me orgasm over and over. There was 16th century Scottish census information on the shelves to our right (thankfully not the kind of books people would be flooding to read!)

She leaned over me and continued to play with my clitoris with one hand and my nipple with the other hand. She had moved onto my other nipple, which at the time was pierced. This meant it was massively more sensitive than the other (this is actually why I took the piercing out) so she was incredibly gentle with it, but I was still orgasming hard within seconds. I was really struggling not to make any noise at this point, and to make matters worse she took her hand away from my nipple and put two fingers inside me while still playing with my clit.

The feeling of my clitoris and g-spot being stimulated at the same time is indescribable. It’s just the best feeling in the world, and I usually squirt from it.

Megan continued to play with my clit, now hard and fast, while curling her fingers inside me and stimulating my g-spot. By this time I had orgasmed more times than I could count, and the fact that this was one of my fantasies being fulfilled meant I was fast reaching a peak. When I orgasm too many times, I reach a peak – a really hard, strong orgasm – when I can’t handle any more. I was fast approaching that peak and I was worried I would be loud when I reached it.

Luckily, Megan was well aware of how loud I can be at that point, and was keeping an eye on me. She leaned back a little watching my face as she continued working my clit, hard and fast, and stimulating my g-spot with her other hand. I was riding the wave of an orgasm at this point, getting closer and closer to a peak, and I could feel my muscles tightening hard around her fingers. Right as I thought I was going to moan loudly in pleasure, she took her hand from my clit and placed it firmly over my mouth. Suddenly I was at the peak, cumming hard on her hand while the other one smothered my moans of pleasure, covering my face in my own juices.

Fuck. That was one of the hottest orgasms I’ve ever had.

After I finished cumming I was a mess. An orgasmic heap on the floor of the history section, covered in my own cum. I’m actually surprised (but kind of glad!) that I didn’t squirt.

Megan helped me pull my jeans up and got me to move a little to the side so she could sit next to me and lean against the wall holding my hand as I caught my breath. From there, I could see down the aisle to the rest of the annexe. It was just shelves and shelves of books but I could see people moving on the other side of a few of the shelves. There were people just on the other side of the shelf to our right. It would have been so easy for someone to see. Maybe someone had…

Once I had caught my breath and basked in post orgasmic haze for a few minutes, we cleaned ourselves up in the bathroom (admiring my bright red cheeks and neck in the mirror) and returned to our desks to continue revising.

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