The Quiet Girl in the Library has an Oral Fixation [M/F, Oral, Public]

*Based on a true story. Enjoy.*

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I saw her often in the university library’s basement. When I went to study I preferred to find the quietest possible place. It took a few visits before finding *my* spot, but once I latched onto the depths of the basement–back among an assortment of old science journals–I never went anywhere else. I would regularly see a girl there–short, natural brown hair often in a high pony, black-framed glasses, always wearing a baggy cardigan over some colorful t-shirt–who seemed to have landed on the same idea.

We would occasionally make eye contact and exchange a friendly smile or wave, but it wasn’t until one afternoon when I was walking past her table to leave that she finally spoke to me.

“I’m Aly.” Her big brown eyes stared up at me from behind her thick glasses.

It caught me by surprise and I almost didn’t stop, thinking that she was having a conversation with someone else.

“Oh, yeah, hey Aly, I’m Flynn. We’ve been seeing each other a lot, eh?”

She nodded enthusiastically, pushing her frames up her slender nose’s bridge. “Mhm, you found my secret spot! I love studying down here. It’s always dead quiet.”

I took the opportunity and sat across from her, pushing a strand of my wavy brown hair back behind my ear. “For sure, I get a lot done down here. What are you working on?”

She shrugged, “Oh, just some boring paper for one of my lit classes.” As she spoke she wiggled her hips in her seat and sat back straight, emphasizing what I now saw was her very full chest. She was wearing a white t-shirt beneath her gray cardigan, with some kind of cartoon character on it. But it was clear to me she wasn’t wearing a bra, because I could see the slight pink pop of her nipples against the fabric.

I tried to keep my eyes focused on her face, but found my gaze frequently shifting to her lips and chest. I squeezed my legs together, trying to stave off my growing erection.

“Cool, I took a great lit class last semester. But I’m chest deep in sociology this semester.” It was at that moment that I saw something like a sly grin flash across Aly’s face.

“What do you think of my chest, Flynn?” She pulled her shirt taut and shifted her chest back and forth, waving her bra-less breasts teasingly at me.

“Um, I’m not really sure how to…”

“What’s wrong? Am I turning you on?” She placed the tip of her index finger into her mouth and sucked at it gently.

I stood up, catching my burgeoning erection against the edge of the table and shifting it slightly. I blushed then, because it was clear as I rose that there was a very thick bulge at the crotch of my dark wash jeans. Her eyes flicked up to mine before flicking down to *it*.

“I’m sorry, maybe I should–” I stammered, only to be quickly interrupted as she stood up and pressed her body against mine. Her hand immediately found my crotch and grasped my erection, which only grew harder as she applied pressure.

“Oh, Flynn, I couldn’t *possibly* leave you with blue balls. That would be incredibly rude of me. Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of **this**.” She clutched onto me, clearly trying to get a sense of how big I was. I could feel her manicured nail slipping between my fly and snatching my zipper. She pulled it down and quickly pressed her hand against my boxers.

As she found the base of my cock and wrapped her small hand around it, she licked her lips at me, “You’re *big*, Flynn. Have you ever had your dick sucked in a library?”

Realizing what was about to happen, I felt a sudden surge of uncharacteristic confidence, “No, but that’s about to change right now.”

Aly let out a delighted squeal as she squeezed my shaft. She quickly fell to her knees, unhooked my belt, and pulled at the hem of my boxers. My entire length tumbled out, landing against her forehead as she let out a satisfied gasp.

She started from the base, licking right where my thick rod connected to my balls and all along the underside of my now completely engorged cock. When she reached the rim of my cockhead, she pushed her tongue firm right against the frenulum. Then she gave it a hard flick and let my appendage bounce in the air before landing against her wet, waiting tongue.

She wrapped her plump lips–which I now saw were finished in a light pink lip gloss–around the head, widening her mouth substantially to fit me inside. She kept her hands at her sides obediently as she began to pump back and forth on that reddened tip. I leaned back, thrusting my hips closer to her and letting my eyes fall down to meet hers.

Her deep brown eyes met my own and there’s simply nothing more gorgeous than a girl watching you intently with your cock tucked firmly between her lips. I let out a groan of pleasure, which only spurned her forward. She began moving further up the length of my shaft, steadily seeing how much of my length she could fit into her throat. Her hand shot up and began to stroke me, following the trail of spit left by her lips.

“That’s it, Aly,” I moaned, “Fuck, don’t stop.” My hand came to rest softly behind her head as a backstop, ensuring that she couldn’t quite pull away from me. I wanted to stay inside the warmth of her mouth. I *had* to.

She kept pushing forward, her hand eventually descending from my shaft–which was growing steadily slick with her saliva–down to cup my balls. At first her thin fingers simply cradled each in turn, as if checking their heft, determining just how much semen might be boiling inside them, ready for release. But then she began to massage them very gently, drawing her own spit from my throbbing cock down to those cum-heavy vessels to get them wet too.

This felt good, but I was slightly unsatisfied. I wanted her to *suck* them. To wrap her hungry little tongue around them and look up at me, my heavy cock laying across her face as she struggled to fit my balls into her small mouth.

And so I told her to do exactly that. I gripped onto her ponytail and pulled her back gently but assertively. “My balls.”

This was all the direction she needed. Aly immediately plunged beneath me, crawling forward on the navy carpet, and began lapping at my testicles like a woman who wanted nothing more than to swallow every drop of my cum. She kept stroking my length with one hand while gargling my balls, shifting between each, and leaving a thick layer of spit dripping down onto her cheeks.

When she finally popped up for air, I saw that she wasn’t the dainty type. No, she already had the telltale sheen of fine spit mixed with precum spread across her chin. Though she didn’t wear a lot of makeup, I could see swirls in her foundation where I was thumping my dripping dick against her cheeks.

I grabbed the crown of her head and pushed back, forcing her to open her mouth wide and to stick her pink tongue out. I beat my swollen cockhead–now red as I neared orgasm–against her tastebuds as she stared me in the eyes.

“I want your cum,” she said almost plainly, matter-of-factly. “I want every last drop of it *right here*.” She raised her hand to point down her throat. Her mouth was open so wide that I could see her uvula sway for a moment and I thought that I’d like to feel it tickle against my cock once more.

So I plunged back into her mouth–this time forcefully enough to make her gag and spit up a circle of bubbling saliva along my vein-covered rod. I was so turned on at this point, my cock so thoroughly drenched in Aly’s warm drool, that I couldn’t help but take control. I wrapped my fist around her high, brown ponytail like a handle and began to hump her face, shoving my entire length as far as it would go.

She seemed to enjoy this, because I caught one of her hands finally slipping down between her legs. She struggled to unbutton her tight jeans with just one hand–her other was holding onto my thigh as I pummeled her throat–but she eventually managed. Her moans vibrated against my emboldened cock as I shot further and further into her mouth. I could see her throat distend as she attempted to accommodate me. But still she struggled, letting out squelching noises as I rammed first against her palate and down her esophagus. If anyone else was nearby, they’d surely be able to make out those telltale wet sounds of **fucking**.

My hand fell to Aly’s chest and roughly grasped her breast. It felt like the size of a large navel orange, completely filling my palm. And just like an orange, I wanted to peel off her shirt so that I could grasp the sweet, soft flesh hiding beneath. But for the moment I settled for a whisper of her perky nipple poking against the fabric, pulling it taut enough to give me the slight sensation of skin against my fingers.

As my speed increased, so did her moaning. I looked down again and saw twin rivers of spit running over each corner of her mouth. Her hand was shoved inside her jeans now, but she was clearly struggling against their tightness. Her fingers kept diving into her panties and then out to rub the rough denim against her clit. In her position she simply couldn’t get a good handle on her pussy, so I knew that she was unlikely to finish.

But that didn’t stop me from reaching climax. In fact, it may have been the final image that pushed me over the edge. My cock perked up that final fraction of an inch that signaled an imminent orgasm and her eyes locked with mine–she was experienced and clearly knew what to expect.

I let it flow down her throat. Thick, warm ropes of white semen splashing against her inner cheeks, before splattering against her molars, and finally shooting deep into her throat. My body convulsed against her as I held her tight, my flexed thighs pressed on either side of her face.

Finally, I pulled back to let my softening dick flop free of her wet lips. I saw that we were both sweating profusely. She stared up at me from behind those black-rimmed glasses as one thick droplet of semen ran over the cleft of her lower lip, catching the center of her chin and slowly dripping onto her white top.

She looked down and made a sound of mock disappointment, “Hmph, I guess you left me a souvenir. Now I’m going to smell like cum during my last class. Oh well.”

Popping up, she stood on her tip-toes so that she could closely examine my expression. “Have fun?” she asked as she buttoned her jeans.

“Plenty. You know how to suck cock.”

“Naturally. I love it.” She grabbed my hand and filled my open palm with her ass cheek. “Come back tomorrow and I’ll let you finish on my face. *Maybe* I’ll even show you my tits.”

With that, she gave me a wink, grabbed her bag, and walked away.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u1pogj/the_quiet_girl_in_the_library_has_an_oral