“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.