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Most people wouldn’t think that libraries would be a common place for sexual encounters. Well, I must disagree, friend. I have a story about a particular encounter (or encounters) that will change your view of libraries forever. My name is Victor Garcia, or Vic, by the way. This is my story.

It was a cool summer night and there was nothing to do. I decided to visit the library as it was the only place open. Now this wasn’t your everyday library with the 80 year old lady behind the counter and little toddlers running around with their mommies looking at the kids books. This place was almost like Borders meets late night lounge. They had a small coffee/cappuccino shop and small lounge areas in various parts of the library. (They were partially closed off too) Along with all this, the place was huge! You could lost if you weren’t careful. Three stories of books, magazines, sex manuals, music, you name it. Needless to say, it was a common “hanging” place.

Tonight, however, it was rather empty. Only a few college kids doing research and some other teens just...lounging. I headed over to my favorite spot in one of the more desolate corners. When I got there I found...her. “Her” (or she) was Mykala. Mykala Prill. She was a beautiful brunette bombshell a little on the short side but definitely made up for it. She was the kind of girl that could make a blind man turn and stare. She had dark brown hair about midway to her elbows, and a nice set of bouncy 36D’s. Or at least that’s how big they normally were. They’re a little bigger now that she’s visibly 4 months pregnant. Unfortunately, she was taken. She’s dating a college jock named Brad Stevens. (Quarterback of the team. Ugh.) We’d actually been pretty good friends until we went to separate colleges (same state) and then didn’t talk much with all the homework, jobs, and good times we had to attend to.

I decided to talk first. “Hey Mykala, long time, huh?”

“Hey Vic! How’s it going hunk?”

“Decent. How’s Brad?”

“Oh, Brad. We broke up about four and a half months ago.” (Well, I thought she was taken.) “We had a late night one night and decided to fuck each others brains out. He got me pregnant, as you can see, but by the time I found out, he was gone. I haven’t heard from him since.”

“Wow. That sucks.” By this time she had gotten up and walked over to me.

“Not really. He was kind of a jerk anyway. In fact, I haven’t had any sex since then, and I’ve got an itch that needs scratched,” she said with sly grin. Her nipples, which were poking a good half inch through her shirt, only helped her point more.

I decided to see where this was going and played along. “Well, if you’ve got an itch, I’ve got the hands to scratch it.”

“Hands won’t work. You see, this itch is deeper than hands can reach and only something...longer and “meatier” than hands can scratch it effectively”.

I decided to go the distance. I grabbed one of her tits and said, “Do these itch too? They’ve got quite the bump on them.” I gently played with her nipple and she let out a satisfied moan.

“Ooh, yeah. Those itch too. You can use your hands on them all you want.” I proceeded in removing her shirt for better access to her “itch”. She then whispered into my ear, “You know, I have a slight disorder. Whenever I get pregnant, I become an insatiable sex machine. I can’t tell you how difficult it was to go 4 months without getting my pussy reamed by a nice, stiff, cock.”

“I wouldn’t call that a disorder, more an advantage. But I think I can help you with that. Will this do?” With that, I dropped my pants and let my 8 inch tool rise to the occasion. She let out a gasp, probably from the sight of my piece, but more likely that I was caressing her tits and her baby bump now too.

“I guess it’ll have to,” she said with a smile. After checking to make sure no one was around, (which there wasn’t) she dropped to her knees and began an amazing blowjob. She had expert lips and you could tell she had done this before. She didn’t hesitate and one second and dove right into it. As her mouth flew up and down my shaft, I continued to play with her tits. I rubbed my hands all over her hot nipples and was rewarded with yet another lengthened moan.

After a few minutes of this I could feel myself getting ready to blow, so I said, “My turn,” and we switched places. Now she was lying on the lounge sofa with me licking away at her swollen pussy. Her smell of sex and arousal that was emanating from her lips was intoxicating, but in a good way. It just made me even more excited and even helped me hold on longer. Her pussy was just like the rest of her; soft, supple, and very tasty. As I licked around her borders, she let out a series of moans and soft screams, good indicators that she was enjoying what I was doing. I played with her clit some too, which turned out to be a good choice. Within 2 minutes I brought her to a raging orgasm, and even had to put my hand over her mouth so she didn’t alert the staff and everybody else.

“Oh, Vic, I need it now. I’m gonna go crazy if you don’t plow me soon.” She put her legs up next to her shoulders and held her pussy open with a “Jump on in if you know what’s good for you” look on her face. I had no choice but to obey. “Give it to me, Vic.”

I lined up and proceeded to give her the fucking of her life. I started off slow and just let the pleasure build. The sound of our sex was like an energy drink and I couldn’t help but speed up.

“Ooh yeah, Vic. Fuck me. Fuck me! Pump me full of your baby cum!”

I went even faster and the slapping of my balls against her anus was like music to our ears. I was plunging in so deep that I could probably touch her baby’s head with my dick. Pretty soon she was breathing heavily as the pleasure became even more intense. I could see her belly heaving with each breath.

“I think baby needs some attention too,” I said as I began rubbing her belly.

“Oh, yes! Rub me like that! Mmmm...I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too!” As we came, our orgasms melded into one huge pleasure-fest. Luckily everyone else was on the bottom floor. I blew at least 4 gallons of cum into her pussy. It was even squishing out the sides and running onto the floor. I hope her kid can swim.

We laid there holding each other as we let the after-fuck high wear off a little. Eventually I got the sense to check my watch. “Woah, shit. It’s already 11:32. I got classes tomorrow at eight, so I better be going.”

“Before you go, I owe you something.” We ended the night with a ten minute makeout/blowjob session.

“Same time, next weekend?” I asked.

With cum dripping off her chin, she replied, “Anytime you want, baby fucker.”

At that, I nodded and left.