I spent the second half of senior year of college having the best sex of my life.
The girl, B, was another senior who had been in my English classes all four years. I had admired her from across the room since we were freshmen, but she was a gorgeous, dark-skinned, athletic tennis player who was miles out of my nerdy league (and frankly not exactly my type), so I more or less ignored her. Then, around Thanksgiving senior year, she sent me a late-night Facebook message that, long story short, ended with us having a marathon fuck session in her dorm room right before Thanksgiving break that we vowed to repeat when we got back to campus.
She was about 5’ 4” with dark, buttery skin, straight black hair, very small tits, amazing ass and thighs (thanks tennis practice), and a beautiful, slightly round face. I’m a white guy, 6’ tall, skinny, with a 6” cock if I squint while I’m measuring.
Fast-forward a couple months and we’re playing an on-again, off-again relationship game that came down to the fact that she was way more into me emotionally than I was into her, but the sex was unbelievable, and it kept me coming back for more (pun intended). She loved it when I fucked her rough, especially when I spanked her while I fucked her doggy style and when I came down her throat. After a while we wanted to stop using condoms and, being stupid as hell, we decided to just go with the pullout method from then on, which meant that, when I didn’t come in her mouth, I would get very close while fucking her then pull out and cover her ass and back or belly with cum.
One night we were driving back from a movie and she was rubbing my cock through my pants and she looked at me and asked “Would it distract you if I sucked on it?” I said that it would distract me but that she should do it anyway, so she unzipped by pants and put her knees on the passenger seat and took my cock all the way down her throat and kept sucking until I came while my foot jammed down on the accelerator.
The Holy Grail of public sex at my college was fucking in the library. This was traditionally accomplished by people who worked at the library and thus would lock up at night, using closing time for sexy time. But neither B nor I worked at the library, and it became a shared goal to have sex there while it was populated but without anyone else knowing. Being highly motivated, I quickly figured out how to do it by using one of the private viewing rooms that could be reserved for viewing materials for classes.
The system worked like this: there were maybe ten small viewing rooms in the library’s basement, each with a TV and DVD player, a couple institutional sofas/chairs, and, crucially, a locking door. You got the key and DVD from the front desk and returned them when you were done, but during that time the room was yours.
Around finals I finally had cause to rent one of these rooms for a class assignment. I nervously locked myself in, watched the first half of the documentary, then texted B telling her to come to the basement. She was upstairs studying so she brought down her binder and read on the sofa next to me while I watched the second half of the film.
Then, toward the end of the movie, we made eye contact and she put down her binder while I went to make sure that the door was locked. Then I sat in the wide chair against the wall with the door, so that if you looked through the little window in the door you couldn’t see anyone. B slid off the sofa and crawled around so that she was on her knees between my legs. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard cock, and began to stroke and suck it.
She had a technique that she would use when she didn’t want me to come where she would twist both her hands around my shaft in opposite directions while sucking just the top third with her mouth. It was a porn-style technique that looked sexy but didn’t feel as good as when she took me down her throat. But I didn’t complain and she sucked me for five or so minutes without getting me close to coming. Then she took her mouth away from my cock and kept stroking with her hand and looked me in the eye and said “I’m really wet.”
Without a word I stood up and told her to bend over the chair I had just been sitting on. She was wearing a pink blouse and tight blue jeans and lay face down with her arms above her head and her ass sticking up. I knelt behind her and reached around and unbuttoned her jeans then unzipped them and pulled them down around her knees. I still remembering how short the zipper on her pants was compared with my own, a weird detail I know.
For some reason with her I never put my cock in her without her help, so I got in position and she reached back through her legs and grabbed my cock and guided it into her wet pussy. After that I couldn’t help myself. I thrust deep into her immediately, grabbed her hips, and started fucking her hard. I’m sure the chair knocked against the wall and made a very recognizable rhythm but neither of us cared.
Before long I felt myself getting close and told her I was ready to come. Without missing a beat she reached around and pulled her blouse up to reveal her back, where she obviously wanted me to ejaculate. I don’t know how I thought so clearly in that moment but I told her no, that I wanted to come in her mouth, so I pulled out and jerked off while she turned around and managed to get her lips around the head of my cock before the first spurt of cum. Then she shoved my cock down her throat and milked out the rest.
Like always, she was a good girl and swallowed every drop.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a2ssv7/the_time_i_fucked_in_the_college_library
That’s hot. My college also had those booths. I’ve thought about doing the exact same thing.