Fucking a stranger in the student union

I went to a fairly small liberal arts school for college. The campus was in the middle of a medium-sized town, and the academic programs were pretty good (for the state, at least). It’s not lacking funds by any means, but the school likes to cut corners when it comes to spending. This means moving chairs from the dining hall to the yard for graduation, using library shelves for fundraising yard sales, and taking tables out of the student union for Greek life bake sales. I was going to study in the student union while the latter was going on, so the building was practically empty and lacked tables (bizarre, I know). Any other student would have just gone to the library or their room to study, but I didn’t. I hated the fluorescent lights in the library and my roommate had a girl over, so I decided to stay and search for a forgotten table.

The student union has three floors: one on the bottom full of restaurants (it was a Sunday so they were empty), a middle floor with a lot of (now missing) tables, and a third floor with “study nooks,” little semi-rooms with three walls, that looked a lot like office cubicles. The frats and sororities took the tables from most of these nooks, too, but, after a bit of searching, I found one that still had one. The problem was that it was occupied, by a cute girl no less. I’m not very social, but I needed to study, so I walked up to the girl and asked all smooth-like, “Is this seat taken?” She removed her right earbud and looked up. I blushed upon seeing her face. She had shoulder-length blonde hair that curled at the ends, big blue eyes, and puffy, pink lips. Her cheeks were naturally pink. She was the definition of pretty (for me, at least). “No,” she said in a very smooth, feminine voice. “Go ahead.” I smiled and sat down. She put her earbud back in and continued typing away on her laptop. She seemed very engaged in whatever she was writing. I sat down and unpacked. I put my laptop on the table, which was fairly small. The edges of our screens were just barely touching. *Whatever*, I thought. *It’s a small table. She probably understands*. I put in my earbuds and began working.

About 10 minutes in, I found myself unable to focus on my work: the girl on the other end of the table was so pretty. I already mentioned her adorable face, but I haven’t talked about her *body*. She was pretty short, maybe about five feet tall, and, to put it plainly, she was shaped like a pair. A tight white sweater hugged her torso, highlighting her curves. Black leggings defined her incredibly thick ass cheeks, which spread along the bench she sat on. They were so tight that I could see the outline of her panties over the table when I stood up. On her chest sat two fairly big breasts, size D if I had to guess. Based on the way they hung to her sides, I guessed she had no bra on, although I couldn’t see her nipples. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I stole so many glances at her that I developed a full-fledged boner. My cock throbbed against my fly, but I could take solace in the fact that it was covered by the table. What wasn’t covered was my obvious interest in her. As my glances to her breasts grew more frequent, I swear I caught her looking back at me, once even slightly squatting over her seat to look over the table at my crotch. Eventually, our glances intersected, and we made direct eye contact. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Every second I could feel more blood rush to my face (and my dick), and I saw her pink cheeks turn red. After a moment, she cracked a wry smile. “You’re cute,” she said. “Wanna fuck?”

The student union was practically empty due to the aforementioned lack of tables, and her words echoed off of every wall of the building. I blushed and felt my cock get harder and harder, turned on by her smile and eye contact. She got up, came to my side of the table, and sat on the edge of the table, just next to my laptop. I was eye level with the bottom of her tits, which I was now certain were not in a bra. She was so tantalizingly close; If I put my head down on the table, it would be on her thick, left thigh. “I-I,” I stammered. What was I supposed to say? Yes, I *did* want to fuck. Of course I did. She looked me in the eyes again and cracked that smile that started my now full erection. “I’m taking your silence as a yes,” she said.

She jumped up off the table and sat in my lap, rubbing her crotch against mine. My hard cock grinded against her pussy through our pants. I could see that she was wet. I looked up. She was looking down at me, still wearing her wickedly seductive smile. Her tits were now practically in my face, restricting my breathing (in a good way). She grabbed my hands with hers and moved them under her sweater, onto her unbound tits. I felt her nipples with my thumbs; her areolas were big and round, and her nipples were as hard as my dick. She moved up and down my pants, my hands still on her tits. She took one of her hands off of mine and moved it to my dick. She undid my belt and unzipped my fly, so that only my boxers separated my throbbing cock from her thighs. After teasing for a while, she got back on the table, removing her leggings as she did so. She wore grey Calvin Klein panties, the kind with the white waistband. I could see that she was completely wet, ready for my cock. And by God, I was ready to put it in her.

I stood up and pulled down my boxers. My twitching dick came swinging out. I pulled down her panties and feasted my eyes on the best pussy I could imagine. Her labia were thick and pick, completely smooth from recent shaving. Above her tight, small hole sat her clitoris, which was covered in her liquids. I bent over, my hands pushing her thighs apart from the inside, and licked her clitoris. My nose touched a patch of perfectly groomed hair. She tried not to let out her moans, but she ultimately failed. Every other lick, one would escape her, echoing off the walls of the (hopefully) empty building. I stood up and rested the head of my penis against her pussy lips, reaching up her shirt while I did so. My arm pushed up half of her shirt so that one tit was uncovered. My hand rejoiced at its reunion with her tit, taking full pleasure in its softness. I inserted my penis, unprotected, into her pussy. She let out the loudest moan yet when I was completely in, practically touching her womb. Her warm juice surrounded the shaft inside her, even leaking out onto my balls a bit. I moved in and out, slowly at first, and then faster. Her left tit bounced against the edge of my right hand, which still covered the other tit. I slid my free hand under her, grabbing her fat ass, my fingers in her crack. Instead of trying to control the frequency of her moans, she seemed to begin trying to control their intensity, resorting to a constant, quiet whimper. Still, every once in a while, an “aaahh~” would escape, only serving to harden my already rock-like penis. I moved in and out of her, every thrust a little more powerful, every penetration a little deeper. Her ass cheeks echoed with the reverberations of my cock, and my left hand moved ever closer to her asshole. She threw her head back. “I-aaugh-I,” she tried to begin, before finally managing a loud, “I’m cumming!” It was true, she was. Her cum rushed down my penis and onto my crotch, dripping down to the floor. With that, it was about my time too. My penis swelled as I continued drilling her. I could feel the semen move its way up, until it was at the head, ready to be released. Not wanting to knock up a stranger, I mustered the willpower to pull my cock out of her. I got on the table on top of her, sitting on my knees so that my balls were hanging above her throat and the tip of my dick touched her lower lip. She looked at me dead in the eyes and cracked that smile that got me into this mess, and I thrust my cock into her mouth. Her saliva was so warm, so slippery. She sucked her cum off my penis and swallowed, which was probably very difficult, as she had to fight her gag reflex as my penis reached her throat. Every time I went back in her mouth, she licked my pink tip, and every time I pulled back, the bottom of my shaft grinded against the top of her tongue. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I came, and hard. My semen filled her mouth, escaping her lips and dripping onto her throat. We were still for a moment as I pumped her full of my seed. Her eyes were wide, her pupils shaking. Finally, I was finished, and I started to pull out. As soon as I did, her hands shot up to my ass, stopping me from progressing. She moved her head back and forth on my cock, pumping any cum I had left in me out. After having her fill, she moved her head back and off my penis, gripping her lips tightly as she did so (so as to not let any semen escape). My cock had no cum left in or on it, and I watched in amazement and she looked at me, her cheeks full of my semen, and swallowed. It was a long process: her cheeks deflated, a large bubble went down her throat, and, finally, she gasped for air, grinning wildly as she did so. I stood over her, almost as out of breath as she was. She stood up, her white sweater falling back over her tits as she did so, and stood in front of me, looking up at my face. “That was fun,” she said. “See you later.” She pulled her panties and leggings back on and walked away, giving me a good look of her juicy, tight ass as she did so. I got dressed too, still in shock of what happened, and started to pack up.

She left her laptop on the table, a Word document still open on it. Curious, I looked at what was written. The top of the paper displayed in bold letters, “A Union of Students in the Student Union.” I scrolled down, finding a long paragraph about a man approaching her while she was studying. “He wore a sweatshirt and jeans, thick jeans, but I could still see the outline of his cock through them,” she wrote. I blushed. She was writing about *me*.

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