[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u1pogj/the_quiet_girl_in_the_library_has_an_oral/)
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I didn’t see Aly the next afternoon. I searched through the library’s basement, desperately horny after the pornographic blowjob she’d given me the day prior. The next day was just the same. I thought perhaps that was the last I’d see of her, that maybe she had moved somewhere else, searching out new cocks to suck in farther reaches of the university’s campus.
On Friday I was pleasantly surprised. The afternoon just prior to the weekend was perhaps the best time to study. I counted perhaps five people as I walked through the first level of the library before descending into the basement, where I saw no one save for *her*. She was in the same spot as before, that same exact table where she’d pushed out of her chair to her knees and taken my erect cock into her mouth.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t start bulging against my dark wash jeans as soon as I saw the back of her head. Her hazelnut hair was tied up into a messy top-knot this time, with a ballpoint pen piercing it. She was dressed differently too, this time in a pleated skirt that ran near to her knees and a simple white camisole with her trademark baggy cardigan.
I passed by her carefully, but brushed her arm with my flannel on the way. I sat at the table in front of hers, such that my chair was facing her. From there, I saw that she had rather generous cleavage, which her white tank top did little to conceal.
She flashed me a wide grin, her teeth wrapping around another pen held between her fingers. Her tongue lashed quickly against its thin shaft, which was very clearly a deliberate act meant to tease me. I felt the heat rising in my cheeks as I watched her hold the pen just inside her cheek, pushing it slightly to poke against her inner skin.
I tried to take out my books and focus on studying–I had a research paper to write–but she was obviously ready for some fun. She leaned forward, pressing her heavy chest against the desk and pursing her lips at me in a mock kiss. The she mouthed what I could make out as, *Getting hard?*
There was a clinking of metal as I undid my belt. I figured I should seize the opportunity and tease her back. My hand disappeared beneath the table to grasp the base of my shaft. I widened my legs and made a show of leaning back, so she could tell that I was masturbating to her. She bit her lip and I wanted nothing more than at that moment to be down her throat.
Leaning forward, such that her breasts were nearly popping out of her cami, she whispered in my direction, “You’re *bad*.” Then she glanced over her shoulder, as if to confirm that the library was really and truly deserted. It was.
She dropped out of sight, crawling somewhere along the carpeted floor. After some shuffling noises, I felt each of her hands grab onto my knees and her head popped up from under the table. She said nothing, but simply began to lick at my thick shaft, following my grip as I stroked myself.
Her tongue was small but wet, she kept flicking it against the throbbing veins that held me erect before moving to suck on my balls. She curled her fingers over the waist of my jeans and boxers and pulled them towards my thighs. Her lips showered me with warm kisses as she spiraled back up to my bulging cockhead. She took it in her lips, immediately tasting a thin fleck of precum, with her eyes locked on mine.
I ran a hand to the back of her head and held on tight. “Tell me what you’re wearing under your skirt.”
“Hrm, I can just–*glop*–show you,” she managed while my dick was in her mouth.
“No, tell me. In detail.”
“*Gluck* I’m wearing–hrm–a lacey pink thong–*splick*–trimmed with white. It’s new and–*glu, glu, glu*–*very* wet.”
Both of my large palms could easily encapsulate her head. I closed them around her and pushed her to my stomach, holding her there for several seconds as I listened to her breath around my cock. She eventually began to squeeze my thighs and then spit up a glob of saliva as I pulled her back.
She wiped her lips with the back of her palm as she caught her breath. “And now, they’re especially wet.”
Now I had to check for myself. I hoisted her up, spun her around, and bent her over the table. Her skirt flipped up easily, revealing her pale, full ass and a thin strand of pink fabric that cut through her cheeks. I kneeled down to press my tongue against her pussy. I laid it flat against the crotch of her thong, which was, indeed, soaking wet. I could taste her through the nearly sheer fabric. She could obviously feel me as well, because she let out several small, half-muted moans.
I lapped at her dripping cunt for a while, turning her panties translucent from the mixture of her wetness and my saliva. My fingers arched against her firm cheeks, digging small divots as I held her in place. I imagined her breasts spilling out onto the table as her moans grew more intense. After several moments of pressing myself deep against her thong, I hooked my index finger around it and pulled the crotch to the side.
My tongue was against her pink folds almost immediately. I lashed forward and backwards, then held that muscle taut so I could dive inside her. Shifting forward, I flicked my tongue free and managed to swirl it around her engorged nub of pleasure. I moved a hand down so that I could push my middle finger inside her. I held it down against the bottom of her pussy, adding pressure whenever I felt her clench around me.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” she was becoming breathless. I heard a shuffling above me and could tell she was looking around. “Goddamn, someone’s going to hear, come this way.” She pushed me back with a slightly disappointed sigh, leaving her thong still hung over her hip, and grabbed my hand. I had to grasp onto my pants such that they wouldn’t fall and looked stupid with my cock swaying as she rushed me to a darkened hallway.
“Old storage rooms,” she offered as an explanation. “No one will come back here. Now let me suck your dick.”
“Hold on,” I replied, shoving her against the wall and then falling beneath her skirt. Her clit was between my teeth again, I felt her running over my hands like an ice cream cone. Her nimble fingers combed through my hair as she shifted against me, grinding gently into my afternoon stubble.
I couldn’t tell how long I was between her thighs, but she grew increasingly frenzied, especially once I pushed two fingers inside her and applied pressure to her g-spot. God, it felt so good when she contracted around me–all i could imagine was how tightly she’d grip my cock, squeezing it in a warm hug sure to milk every drop of my cum along her pink walls.
I used my free hand–and the substantial nectar dripping down her thighs–to continue stroking myself. I was almost surprised when I felt her convulse in orgasm, both pushing my tongue away from her clit and pulling me close.
We swapped positions: I stood as she fell to her knees, impaling herself almost immediately on my appendage which was already soaking with her taste.
“Fuck, that’s it, that’s it,” I shifted my hips forward and pushed her against the wall. We were both growing frenzied. “Give me your fucking throat.” I was fucking her face roughly. Saliva began running down her chin and breaking off to fall between her tits. I began fondling her, digging beneath the hem of her cami so that I could grope her bare breasts. My thumb and forefinger twisted and tease her erect nipples, eliciting pleasurable moans around my pumping shaft.
“Take them out,” I demanded.
She obliged, reaching up to pull her neck line up, such that it propped up her tits for me to see in their full glory. I pulled free of her tight grip with a pop, my cock followed by a broad band of spit that landed directly between her tits. I crouched slightly and shoved myself between her plush breasts and began aggressively fucking them.
Her eyes met mine and she bit her lip the same way she did when I first sat down. “Are you going to cum for me? Please cum. You can finish anywhere you want. Spray it in my mouth. Down my fucking top. On my face. Just give me your cum. God I fucking need it.”
My shafted was full and red, I knew I was about to explode. She looked down to meet my cockhead as burst through her cleavage. I blew my load, spraying a thick rope of hot sperm across the bridge of her nose. Then another against the bottom of her chin. And finally several more warm strands as I slid back between her tits, lining them with a white webbing.
After I finished, I let my softening cock stay between her breasts while I caught my breath. She grabbed hold of it and brought it to her mouth, sucking it clean.
“You know,” she said, my cock still between her lips, “I’m meeting my friends after this. They might smell your cum on me. That thought makes me pretty hot.”
I smiled back at her, “So, when are you going to let me fuck you?”
Just like last time, she gave me a grin and a wink, “Maybe next time.”
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