One Little Moan Part 3 (Exhibitionism, Creampie, Reluctant, Public)

Over the next few weeks Taylor did everything she could to avoid her own room. No matter how much she’d enjoyed her first sexual experience, the fear and shame always overwhelmed the lust whenever she thought back to it. Once her time of the month finally came, her relief overpowered even her shame though, and she vowed to do everything she could to avoid another pregnancy scare. She’d spent a week with that stone on her chest and now that she was finally free of pressure she never wanted to feel it again. The only way she could do that though was to avoid Kevin like her life depended on it.

It wasn’t just Kevin she was trying to avoid anymore though. Sure, he could drop by at any time, and there was always the risk that he might try to take advantage of her again if Sara wasn’t around. That wasn’t the only problem though. Lately Sara had been acting weird, and asking her probing questions even when he hadn’t been around for a day or two.

“So what kind of guys do you like, anyway,” she’d asked casually while watching tiktoks on her phone one day.

“Umm, I don’t really… I mean…” Taylor trailed off. Just the idea of sharing that kind of information with someone melted her into a little puddle of shame and nervousness.

“You don’t really like guys?” Sara asked, switching tactics. “Does that mean you’re a lesbian?”

Taylor didn’t even try to answer this one, she just hung her face in shame as her face turned bright red.

“It’s okay if you are,” Sara continued, her smile evident in the tone of her voice. “I’m not going to judge. If you want to suck on some girl’s clit instead of a guy’s dick, you do you… or her… or whatever.”

“It’s not that.” Taylor said finally, her voice not much more than a strangled whisper as she searched for the right words to make this horrible conversation stop. “I just don’t have a lot of experience, you know? So I guess I don’t really know what I like…”

“That makes sense,” Sara answered finally. “You know one wild frat party could answer both of those questions though. If you went with me and Kevin we could—”

“Could we maybe talk about this some other time?,” Taylor pleaded finally. “I really don’t want to…”

“Fine,” Sara said, even though her tone said everything certainly wasn’t. “Another time. Sure.”

After that all her interactions became sort of a passive aggressive witch hunt. If Sara was in a bad mood and Taylor was home, she would find a pretext to start asking her more and more personal questions until she made her roommate shut down. It became a game, and it was one Taylor didn’t enjoy playing very much. So after a while she spent the majority of her time finding somewhere else to be until it was time for bed.

At first she just sat in the shade on the quad, reading. It seemed like such a good plan, but it quickly fell apart. Before she’d had sex she’d mostly ignored guys and the way they looked at her, but now that her cherry had been popped… Well it was like they could sense the difference, and every time a random dude decided to check out her breasts or her butt she could practically feel his gaze wandering across her skin. That in itself was so distracting she could barely focus on the words on the page, but no matter how much she dressed down at least once a day one of those horny guys would get it in his head to try to ask her out, ruining her ability to concentrate for hours.

Eventually she gave up on any place quite so public, and after trying the park and a couple other places she settled on the library. Sometimes guys still checked her out here, but no one actually talked to her, which was the most important part. Eventually with the help of her earbuds and a neglected part of the reference section she got into a nice quiet rhythm. Every day after classes she’d spend a couple hours doing homework, then pass a few hours reading one of her trashy romance novels until she got hungry, and then she’d grab a late dinner, head back to the room and go straight to bed.

It was a foolproof plan, and for a while it made Taylor’s life every bit as uncomplicated as it had been before Sara had brought home her boyfriend that night. Then one day while she was in the psychology section looking for references for a paper she was working on, she felt a pair of hands grasp her hips and press her forcefully against the bookshelf. For a moment she froze, but when she felt something grind against her ass she panicked and flailed about, but that was when one hand moved up to her ear and plucked out her left earbud.

“Easy there baby. It’s okay,” A familiar voice soothed, even if his other hand never quite stopped molesting her. “We’re cool. I just thought you’d like a surprise.”

“Kevin, you need to stop this right now. Someone could see you!,” she whispered harshly. “How did you even find me anyway?”

“Sara invited me to come over and bang,” he said smoothly, but his hands didn’t stop moving when she demanded it or when he started talking. Instead they massaged her ass for a while before they slowly started to slide her dress up her thighs and bunch it up around her hips a few inches at a time. “She said she had the room all to herself because you were at the library with your nose buried in a book, so we could take our time with it.”

“So why aren’t you in my dorm fucking her then?” she hissed, desperately trying to change the subject as her resistance failed her. She’d told herself for weeks that the reason she was avoiding Kevin is because she hated what he’d done to her, but that lie only worked when he wasn’t around. The truth was that she loved it more than she could say. In fact the only thing she hated right this moment was that he was doing this somewhere public where someone would definitely catch them if they didn’t knock it off.

“Why?” he asked rhetorically, “That should be obvious to a smart girl like you, shouldn’t it? Why don’t you tell me why I’m here.”

“Because you like to… Mmmhhhmmm…” Words failed her for a moment as he slid two fingers up and down her panty covered clit.

“Because you’re crazy,” she panted once that electric jolt faded. “Because you’re fucking crazy.”

“Crazy about you maybe,” he said, unzipping his pants. “I’m here because I’d much rather fuck you than her, and I thought that maybe instead of burying your nose in a book you’d prefer it if I buried my cock deep inside of you.”

“No, you can’t,” she whispered, flustered and blushing at what he was doing to her. Even his words would have been enough to permanently traumatize her, but to be holding her like this? To press her against a bookshelf in a quiet library where someone might see them at any moment? Even those terrible mental images weren’t enough to make her put up a fight as he pulled her panties to the side, letting the cool conditioned air reach her moist pussy and send a chill up her spine. She just couldn’t tell him no, and he knew it.

“You want this don’t you Taylor,” he teased as he pressed the head of his cock against her lips, making her hips tremble at the intensity of the stimulation. “Go on. You can tell me. It will be our little secret.”

“No,” she whispered. “You can’t do this. We’ll get… mmmm… caught. Someone will definitely hear us and… ah fuck…” As quick as she spoke, the pressure against her pussy increased faster. With each word she could feel his dick trying just a little bit harder to force it’s way inside her, until finally his desire to fuck her outweighed lesser factors like her desire not to get caught and his ability to give a fuck what she wanted.

“Noooooo…” she whispered pitifully, choking off the word before it could turn into the moan it desperately wanted to become. The head of his dick was inside her now, and second by second, the rest of his shaft was following in violating her. It was a slow sort of torture. The motion itself felt amazing, but at the same time it filled her with dread that at any moment a librarian, or worse, one of her fellow students would turn a corner and they’d see her there, getting fucked like a bitch in heat. The mental image was an awful one. If someone caught her like that it would ruin her life, she realized, but she couldn’t seem to get that message through to her sex. As much as her mind hated these terrible risks, one small wet part of her body loved them and clamped down hard on the invader at the idea.

“Someone is horny today,” Kevin said, finally all the way inside her. “Don’t worry babe. We’ll make this a quicky before anyone notices what a little nympho you are.”

“Kevin don’t do this,” she pleaded quietly as he started to pump in and out of her. “Don’t… Ahhhhh…” Taylor moved her hand to her mouth and bit her finger hard to suppress the moan that had tried to alert the whole building that she was nothing but a whore pretending to be a bookworm.

“Careful,” he whispered in her ear as he fucked her hard from behind. “You keep making noises like that and soon there will be a line to ride this ride. Is that what you want? Guy queuing up to fuck your tight little hole?” She managed not to answer, or to gasp at such a terrible idea, but she couldn’t stop herself from imagining it as he relentlessly fucked her.

Until now she’d managed to avoid other guys by staying in public places and ignoring all of their advances, but if they found out they didn’t have to ask… If they found out that all they had to do to fuck her was to corner her and then force themselves on her then she’d never be able to escape. Everywhere she went guys would be pulling her into empty classrooms and janitorial closets to make her suck dick or to fill her cunt full of cum. They might try to keep her a secret for their exclusive use the way Kevin had, but eventually there would be pictures or video. Eventually they would tell their friends and eventually the whole school would know.

It was a nightmare scenario, and it scared her to no end. That fear wasn’t enough to stop the orgasm that was reaching its crescendo inside her pussy. If anything it only amplified it as the thick cock inside her cunt hammered against her cervix. She’d never been fucked from behind like this, and so each thrust felt a little different that the first time she’d had sex with Kevin. It was impossible to say whether that extra half inch of penetration that came from this angle or the fear that she would get caught at any moment was what made her cum so quickly. It didn’t matter. Nothing did. As her pussy clamped down hard on Kevin’s cock, the only things that mattered were how good the orgasm felt and how quietly she had it.

She whimpered, even through her impromptu gag. She couldn’t help it. Were it not for her hand she’d be screaming now. She’d be begging her lover to fuck her harder and deeper, because no matter how much she didn’t want this a minute or two ago, right now it was all she wanted. She couldn’t help herself. The pleasure stole away all her sense and reason in an endless tide of bliss.

It was only when it finally faded, that she started to cringe at the sounds they were making. Even if she’d managed not to cry out in ecstasy, every thrust was still so wet and lewd that it practically echoed in the cavernous building as Kevin continued to pump away inside her. Even though she knew it wasn’t the case it felt like his heavy breathing and the sound of his balls slapping against her clit were so loud that people walking by the building outside could hear them. Taylor counted her lucky stars that she still couldn’t hear the sound of footsteps walking this way, but it was only a matter of time, and every thrust he made was another terrible risk.

She swallowed hard and steeled herself to something, completely out of character for her. “Mmmmm,” Taylor purred quietly. “Please Kevin. Please hurry up and cum for me.”

“And where do you want my cum baby?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“I don’t want it, I need it. I need your thick cum deep in my p…” she tried to say what she knew he wanted to hear, but she choked on the word. The idea of spending another month worrying he’d knocked her up no matter what he said about a vasectomy terrified her. That was when she finally heard it – the sound of footsteps on tile heading slowly in their direction.

“Please, fill my pussy with cum,” she whispered desperately. “I need it so bad. I need it… Ohhhhh…” He started cumming even as she spoke, and as soon as she felt that hot wet heat deep inside her body she moaned a little at such a forbidden sensation before she managed to cover her mouth.

This time there was no time to enjoy the afterglow or let him wrap his arms around her. As soon as he was done blowing his load she pushed him off of her, dropped her dress, and hurried back to her seat even as Kevin was struggling to put his dick away. By the time the librarian got to where they’d been, Kevin was halfway to the exit and she was sitting there pretending to look for a quote in one of her books. Taylor couldn’t read though, not with her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. All she could do was sit there and pretend that she cared about her paper more than boys while the librarian gave the air a suspicious sniff and cum slowly oozed from her stretched out pussy.

Even after she was alone again, she still struggled to keep it together as her body trembled with fear. She’d almost been caught, hell she corrected herself, she probably had been caught, the old woman just couldn’t prove anything. Even worse though was the fact that she’d spent weeks trying to avoid fucking Kevin again and now she’d done it in the worst possible place. Now she had to face the fact that she wasn’t just a slut, but an exhibitionist as well. All her life she’d been a good girl, but now she was just another pervert.

Taylor’s mind was still spinning with lust and shame when she finally stood, tied her sweater around her waist to cover up the growing dark spot in the back of her dress and decided to walk back to her room. Maybe she should just tell Sara everything, she thought as she walked and tried to ignore the sensation of cum dripping down her inner thigh. As terrible as that would be, at least then she’d break up with Kevin and he’d leave her be. Besides, she clearly knew that something was up from the way she’d been acting. Maybe she’d be grateful for the honesty, Taylor tried to convince herself. As she approached the door though, and heard the moans echoing on the other side of it she changed her mind. Kevin had fucked Taylor in the library and then come right over to fuck her roommate while his dick still smelled like her pussy. It was despicable. It was awful.

But it was awfully hot. Taylor shook her head. Why did these terrible things make her feel this way? She wondered as she stood there for a long moment. Why couldn’t she just find a nice guy to love and live happily ever after with? Almost as soon as she asked herself that question a better one occurred to her though: where can I find a place to cum again before I explode?

After considering where she was and where she definitely couldn’t find some privacy there turned out to be only one answer, and she marched off to the showers for this floor at the end of the hall. She didn’t care that she didn’t have a towel or her toiletries bag. All that mattered was that she could steal a stall, strip off these clothes and relieve herself from this terrible ache. She realized that doing this was completely out of character for her, but that was true about almost everything that had happened to her today. Normally she’d wait until Sara was passed out, or out at a party to finger her pussy quietly in bed, but as she stripped down in the cramped shower stall and set her clothes and her bag on the bench out of the spray, she had two fingers inside of her before the water had even warmed up.

Taylor didn’t care about the shower. She wasn’t here to get clean. She’d probably never feel clean again after what Kevin had done to her today, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was how hot it felt to play with her sore little pussy using a man’s cum as lube while she tried desperately to make herself cum again. In the back of her mind she knew it was dangerous. She knew that every orgasm sucked more dangerous sperm inside of her womb and that no matter how much had already dripped out of her millions remained behind if he hadn’t really gotten snipped. She didn’t care though. She didn’t care about the fact that a liar like him might knock her up, or the fact that any of the other girls in this bathroom could hear exactly what she was doing if she wasn’t careful. All she cared about was her desperate desire to cum, and with her right middle and ring fingers shoved inside her as deeply as she could force them, it didn’t take long to do exactly that.

For the second time in the last hour Taylor saw stars, but this time there was no one to hold her upright and as she melted beneath the onslaught, she eventually ended up on her knees beneath the hot spray of the shower. She didn’t owe Sara the truth. The only person that Taylor owed anything was herself. She owed herself an awful lot of pleasure if she was going to make up for all the lost time that had been wasted in her quiet little life so far, and starting tomorrow that was exactly what she was going to do.

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