Tales from the Late Night Library (MF, anal, fist) by Foxbat


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Tales from the Late Night Library (MF, anal, fist) by Foxbat




   It started quietly, but, as the volume grew, I became certain I was
hearing the sounds of fucking.  Wild fucking.  I got up from my desk,
and followed the sounds up the old rickety staircase, down the aisle,
peaking through the shelves to see where it was coming from.  The
sounds, panting, grunting, screaming, the slap of wet flesh against wet
flesh and of bodies against a surface, grew still louder.  But raucous
as the sounds were, I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I stepped
around the last corner.

   From where I stood, all I could see was the back of a buck-naked guy,
with a girls legs sort of limply wrapped around his neck, him standing,
and her lying down on one of the study desks.  With each thrust, he
grunted, lifting her ass off the desk and smacking it back down, to the
accompaniment of her screams.  Her legs twitched in time with their
fucking.

   I stood mutely, watching the spectacle.  I don't think I'd ever seen
anything quite like this before in my time working late-nights at the
library.  I'd caught a few couples cuddling or making out in the study
booths, but this was quite different.  I was contemplating what to do,
when the guy noticed me.  He turned towards, me, his large dick falling
out of the girl's twat and bobbing in front of him as he addressed me. 

   "Want to finish her off?" he asked, but all I could see was how her
distended hole was just contracting, her legs still in the air, as she
kept on moaning.  I shook my head dumbly, and just stood watching as he 
shrugged and turned back to the moaning twitching girl.  Lining up his 
large dick, he re-entered her, to another scream, and their fucking 
continued for a few more strokes.  Holding her legs, he pulled out of 
her distended cunt, and penetrated her ass, grunting loudly as he came 
in the process.

   Turning to wink at me, he pulled out his shit-stained tool and knelt
down, stuffing two fingers into her pussy.  He pumped them in and out,
and then slowly added a third.  The girl started bucking, still
screaming and moaning as before.  After a few more seconds, he pulled
his fingers out, and began to push his whole hand into her.  I watched
in disbelief as her cunt expanded and his whole fist disappeared into
her.  Before long he was vigorously ramming his arm into her, causing
her ass to lift of the study desk and then to slap back down as he
punched home.  Her screaming crescendoed into a continuous high-pitched
ear-shattering screech, as he pushed his arm in and held it around her
spasming cunt.  When the bucking and spasming had died down, he withdrew
his hand, wiping it off on her thighs.  Her legs remained in the air,
and her cunt remained stretched open wide enough for a tennis ball to
fit in it.  The guy looked on the floor for his pants, and quickly
buckled them over his down dwindling erection.  He pulled on a tight
T-shirt as he turned to me, "when she comes around, tell her she wasn't
half bad."  Standing next to the study desk, he gave the girls ass a
good smack, causing her to roll onto her side and fall off the desk onto
the floor.  With another wink, he walked passed me, and down the stairs
towards the exit of the library.  I turned back to the unconscious girl,
her gaping pussy only now starting to contract back to a normal size, as
she whimpered quietly on the floor.

"Damn!" I thought.

* * *

   Most of the time, it's the most boring job in the world.  Sitting at the
desk in the library from the hours of midnight until 6am meant that only
the most nerdy or desperate of kids would come by, and most of them
weren't in the mood to chit-chat.  The library was an ancient building,
close to ten stories high but also going another 3 underground.  The
elevators were small and old-fashion, going slowly and stopping at every
other floor.  The ceilings were low - maybe 5 foot 5, so that walking
down the aisles required stooping under pipes and conduits.  The whole
place smelled of dank oldness - old books, old times, and centuries of
dust.  Around the perimeter of each floor, were little enclosed study
desks for research.  It was lit by the occaisional fluorescent light and
in some places by bare bulbs.  Of course, the college had a nice small
library with computers and neat shelves and respectable desks in the
neighboring building, but if you needed to do serious research, sooner
or later you would wind up at this ancient temple to knowledge.

   Somewhere in the process, the place gained the reputation of being a
hookup spot for horny undergrads, although usually nothing serious ever
happened.  There were rumors, though, and as I walked slowly back to my
desk, images of the rutting couple still burning on my retinas, I
re-examined my disbelief of such rumors.  I had been back at my desk for
maybe 15 minutes when I spotted a girl in a white summer dress coming
down the stairs very slowly, one stair at a time, maintaining a
white-knuckle grip on the railing.  From her mussed hair, and a walk
that look liked she had just had some guy's fist stuffed up her
twat (which she had), I could tell she must have been the girl I'd seen
upstairs.  My first thought was relief that I'd not been hallucinating,
but I was immediately curious what sort of girl would be having a
world-class bang in Memorial Library at 3:32 on a Tuesday night.  She
was perhaps a bit on the petit side, but well proportioned, with
light-brown hair and, from what I could tell, a fairly nice rack..  As
she walked past the desk, I smiled and bade her goodnight.  Still with a
dreamy look in her eyes, she wanly returned my smile, and continued
hobbling towards the exit, out into the night.

* * *

   Months later, I'd almost forgotten about the incident.  I mean, I had a
life and other things were happening, and that night had had sort of a
dreamy quality to it anyway.  In fact, when a well-proportioned petit
brunette walked in, and, in a soft voice, asked where she could find the
original editions of the works of several authors, I thought nothing of
it, and directed her to the proper floor.  Twenty minutes later, she was
back, with a scrap of paper.

   "Oedipus Rex?"  I typed it into my terminal, and read back "1231.342 on
Floor 6, aisle 10."

   "A Midsummer Night's Dream, first folio?"  I typed it in, and read  back
"342.22, floor 3, aisle 13."

   "Strangers Fucking in the Library?"  I was half way through typing it
before I looked up with a jerk, and realized why this girl had seemed
familiar to me.  There was a glint in her eye, which confirmed it. 

   "I'll have to show you where that's located..." I said as I smiled, and
took her hand, leading her to the elevator.  When the elevator reached
the top floor, I lead her down the aisles to the far side of the
building, and then down a random side aisle.  Pointing to a section of
shelf at about waist height next to an empty part of shelf, I announced,
"Its right there."  Looking confused, she bent over to examine where I
had pointed.  As soon as she had bent over, I gave her ass a good shove
into the shelves, and, losing her balance and grip on the shelf, she
fell forward and her upper body went through the open empty shelf to
come out in the aisle next to us.  I dropped to me knees, and, lifting
her skirt and yanking her plain white panties to the ground, I grabbed
her ass-cheeks, holding them apart.  I could see her shaved cunt and
ass, as she let out a little yell of surprise at having been so
manipulated.  I buried my tongue into her pussy, still holding her ass
open, and ignoring her weak attempts to pull herself back through the
shelf.  After a few long strokes up her slit with my tongue, I felt her
legs part slightly to allow me better access, as I removed one hand from
her ass to fondle her, using the other to kneed her butt-cheeks.  With
one hand holding her open, I snaked the other around her thigh to gently
pinch her clit, as I tongue-fucked her hole.  I could hear her starting
to moan, and I released her clit so that I could shove a finger into her
cunt, as my tongue moved towards probing her asshole.  I quickly added a
second finger to her cunt, and, pumping in and out, I could feel that
she was ready.  Using one hand under her to part her now swollen cunt
lips, I freed my dick with my other hand, and entered her slowly.  She
groaned as my hardness slowly sank into her luscious garden of eden. 
Still using one hand to stimulate her, I pumped slowly into and out of
her, letting her feel each inch of my dick as I in turn examined every
inch of the inside of her cunt.

   Gently withdrawing, I slammed into her without warning, knocking her
back against the shelf.  I could hear books falling off the other side
from the impact, as my hips slapped into hers.  I began a rapid rhythm
of thrusting, each time, smacking her against the shelf.  At the bottom
of each thrust, I would give her a little lift, since the shelf which
she was bent over was perhaps a little high, and by raising my pelvis, I
could literally lift her off her feet with my cock.  Each time her feet
left the ground, her cunt sank down on my cock and I could feel her
panic as she squirmed to get down.  I pounded her against the shelf over
and over again, loving the tight feel of her twat on my tool, until I
thought I was going to come.

   Not able to take it any more, I pulled out, to an unsatisfied groan from
her, and reached my arm though the shelf.  Grabbing her hair, I hauled
her out from between the shelves and dropped her onto the ground. 
Reaching down between her legs, I gave her clit a swift pinch, which
caused her to scramble to her feet, as I shucked the last remnants of
her clothes off her.

   Turning her, I put my hand against her ass, letting my thumb work its
way inside her tight anus.  Using this hand to guide her, I steered the
naked girl towards the corner of the building, up to a large old wooden
conference-type table.  Withdrawing my thumb from her anal passage, I
turned my hand so it was palm-up between her legs, and inserted my
middle two fingers into her cunt.  I then used this hand to propel her
ass up and onto the table, so she was on all fours on the table, ass to
me.

   Shedding my shirt, I joined her on the huge oak table, pushing her head
down, and lifting her ass up.  Once again working my thumb into her ass,
I pushed my turgid dick back into her pussy, as I began to fuck her like
a cowboy riding a bronco.  My thumb sank past the knuckle, as my
rock-hard pole sawed in and out of her.  I had to use one hand to hold
her head and chest against the table, as each thrust of mine was sliding
us a little bit across the glossy finish.  Before long, I could feel my
cock swelling with pre-orgasmic fervor, so I withdrew.  Looking down, I
withdrew my thumb from her tight brown anus and spat.  A large dribble
of spit dripped down her ass crack, pooling up on her asshole.  I lined
the tip of my cock up against it, smearing the spit against my dick and
her ass.  As I pushed I could feel her leaning away from it.  I reached
down, and grabbing a handful of light-brown hair, I hauled her back
towards me and I shoved my weight forward against her resisting asshole.
She screamed loudly and hoarsely as inch by inch my cock sank into her
posterior.  I could feel her neck straining as I maintained my grip on
her hair, using it to guide her onto and off of my cock, as I rammed her
up the poop-chute.

   Someone walking in like I had before, would have been greeted by the
sight of a girl on top of a conference table, legs spread wide, holding
herself up on her elbows and knees, a look of sexual rapture scribbled
across her face, as the man hunched above her slowly and repeatedly
buried his tool in her ass to the hilt, above her still distended pink
slit.  With each stroke, the air escaping her ass made little squirt
noises.  Releasing her hair, and dropping my hands to her tits, I
grabbed her breasts like they were handles and started banging her in
earnest, using my grip to force her back against the dick I was shoving
up her bum.  She screamed with each in-stroke, and sighed and gasped for
breath with each out-stroke, as I crammed my meat into her, over and
over and over again.  I could feel my dick expand, as I shot my load of
hot cum into her bowels still clutching me tightly.  She was still
caught up in the sexual rapture of it, and, as my dick shrunk, I didn't
want to disappoint her.  I flashed back the other guy pushing his fist
into her cunt over and over again to her screams.  Not wanting to be
outdone, I pushed three of my own fingers into her cunt, clamping them
against the front of her vaginal wall, stimulating her G spot, as I
could tell from the pitch of her screaming and gasping.  I took my other
hand, and began to slowly force it into her already distended ass. 
First two fingers, then three, then four, I worked my hand against the
pressure of her sphincter, taking advantage of the spasming which my
other hand was causing, forcing my hand in her ass deeper with each
spams.  Finally, with one last huge spasm, my hand sank in all the way,
and the girl screamed a high pitched elongated scream, as she she
collapsed, impaled on my arm, my finger still buried in her cunt.  Her
entire body shook violently as she came hard, and I felt like my arm was
going to get cut off as I fought the losing battle to keep it inside of
her, as wave after wave of muscular spasms forced me out.  Looking down
at the twitching girl lying in our combined juices on the table, on what
had earlier been the shiny surface of the table, I looked around me.  We
were absolutely alone in the quiet of the night.  I trotted back to the
shelf where we'd been earlier, and tidied it up, and gather my clothes. 
I walked back past her, stopping to look again.  I reached over to the
closet shelf, and, removing a volume, tore a page from it.  I scribbled
down my hours, and that if she ever wanted me to find another book for
her, I would be more than happy to perform another thorough search. 
Using the dollop of sperm still on the end of my dick, I stuck the note
to her heaving breasts, and headed back to my desk.



The End




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Its been months since I've posted, but I've had lots of work, and managed
to pick up a girlfriend somewhere along the way.  Writing these things takes
a certain combination of depression and boredom and time for them to come 
out right, so forgive me.  I really hope things get to the point where I can
share this wonderful little habbit with the GF without her calling me a sick
fuck and dumping me.  Oh well.  As always, questions, comments, suggests, etc 
are appreciated at foxbat00@gmail.com.

Yours
Foxbat


