Can you imagine what can happen in the library toilet? You have no idea what sexual adventures a guy can have right there, read and join the fun!
Swaying on the chair she was reading a very thick book moving her legs apart and bringing them together. That’s the usual thing girls do when they learn something by heart. Sometimes the girl thrust her legs so open that I could see her panties made of white transparent fabric. Soon my imagination made my balls burn in fire. Unconsciously I thought:
“I’d like to meet her in another place far from this reading room of this very grungy library…”
My seductive thought was followed by unzipping of the fly… The girl was reading… I coughed once, twice, the third time… She was still reading! I pulled my stiff cock out of the jeans and coughed again. This time she tore her eyes from the book and looked under my table… I pretended being busy with my summaries but the girl began fidgeting as if she had a button on her chair. Without hurrying I hid my penis and caught a shocked look of my neighbor who immediately turned red. She showed me I was crazy, stood up and left for the hall smiling shamelessly and moving her thighs in the way my phallus (and me, of course) went mad.
“She went to the toilet, -I had an idea and rushed after her. – in case I meet her I’ll tell I’ve mixed up the doors.”
I entered the girl’s room. Cabins, cabins… Aha, the door wasn’t locked… I pushed it… She! The panties which were already familiar to me were hanging on the paper box. The girl drew her hand back, but it was silly denying she had been masturbating… Saying nothing I locked the cabin and pulled my jeans down.
– Masturbating isn’t good for you health, this one is better…
She didn’t resist a second and took my quivering dick into her unskillful but hot hand.
– Kiss it…
The girl’s pink lips touched the prick’s point. Pulling her head to it I pushed the stem in.
– Take your teeth away and suck it, – I ordered the girl and unbuttoned her dress to take the bra off.
– My legs are tired and the dress is uncomfortable, – she whispered.
The student applicant (I figured it as soon as I saw her) climbed down the toilet, took the dress off and hung it neatly. I embraced the girl from the rear touching her breasts with my hands and the knob pressed to her buttocks.
– Bend!
She bent and leaned against the wall.
– Are you a virgin?
– No…
My really regretful prick entered her up to the balls. She was following the frictions and breathing fast. Then she put her hands behind her head and began stroking my hair.
– Where can I come? In your pussy or in the mouth?
– The mouth is better…
I had to pull the penis out of the vagina and turned the girl with her face to me. Her mouth was more skillful and soon I was near my climax. Suddenly I started bringing off. Now the young fellationist was sucking, smacking my knob and the semen was flowing over her chin.
– Oh, it looks awful!
The girl took a mirror and a handkerchief out of her dress pocket and cleaned the face. Then she asked:
– Do you feel well with me?
– Yes, – I answered indefinitely.- Well, I have to go out somehow…
– Don’t hurry… Let’s have a cigarette…
She gave me one. We were smoking and hugging each other. I felt I was excited again as she had the cigarette in her right hand, and the left hand was caressing my knob and testicles.
– I want butt-fucking… – She whispered and threw a cigarette-end into the toilet. – Usually I don’t do that, but people say we have to try everything…
Her hand helped me and soon I penetrated her asshole. The applicant moaned of pain, but pretty soon she began moving in tempo and speeding up. She grabbed my hand:
– Rub the clit…
My fingers went to the moist vagina and touched the nub.
– Yes…. Nice… – She was whispering twitching over the toilet. – Oh, dear!.. It’s incredible!..
This time the orgasm was more colorful…
– We’re leaving one by one, – she said. – I’ll be the first, you’re the second.
– Ok, if there is nobody there make a whistle sound.
– I can’t do that, I’ll cough… like this, – and she coughed.
She opened the cabin and was going to leave it when she turned back and said smiling:
– I like you… Will we meet again? Sure, not in the library… What’s your name?
– My name is Arnold, – I was furious. – Be quick, I can be discovered here!
– I am Sonia. Come to the canteen at midday. – She had a winsome smile. – Is that a deal?
– Ok, Ok! – I howled. – Do you want them to kill me?
– Well, bye! – Sonia went out of the cabin and I locked it with trembling hands.
I could hear how she came up to the mirror and the sink, washed her hands and then dried them. It was so long (or maybe I thought it was long). Finally she finished and left the room. I was waiting holding my breath. And … The door opened again and someone coughed. I rushed to the cabin door but sound of a woman’s heels stopped me. “A stranger…”
I locked the cabin, climbed the toilet and sat quietly with my legs up. The sound of the heels was very close now, then the door of the cabin next to me slammed and I could hear some noise behind a thin partition between our cabins – a stranger was pulling her panties down. Somebody coughed; then I heard a typical purling sound… I felt confused: this sound turned me up so much that I was going to fall down from the toilet. Fortunately I was able to catch the paper box… My fingers sensed something hard and round. A mirror! Possibly the girl had forgotten it.
I twizzled the mirror around my fingers thoughtfully. The wall of the cabin wasn’t very close to the main wall, I could use that gap and the mirror!
My hands with the mirror trembled when I saw the reflection of legs moved apart, panties lowered till the knees, a skirt pulled up and being held by fingers with a nice manicure. The girl sat down a couple of times to shake the last drops off her pubic hair. Without changing her position she took some paper out of the box and blotted the moist. She had barely pulled her panties on when I decided to stop my observation but the damned mirror caught with its corner on the toilet cistern and slipped out of my quivering fingers! Rustling of the clothes in the next cabin stopped and the stranger girl coughed and asked:
– Is that you Susan?
The only thing I was dreaming about at that moment was to turn into a woman at least for a second! Then I could reply:
– No, you’re mistaken, I’m not Susan, – or something like that and the girl would stop asking. But, alas! I’m not a woman and I can’t speak in a woman’s voice – I’m a bad artist. I decided to keep silence for a while hoping she would leave soon. I didn’t take into consideration that my silence could as well gave consent.
– Susan! – My neighbor seemed to be very persistent. – Can you hear me? I know this is you! Naomi told me you’ve gone to take a leak.
I was still silent.
– Susan, don’t be so much upset! I’m really sorry… I didn’t know he is your boyfriend… I know I’m a fool… I don’t really know why I told that I had fucked with him… Susan! Susan… Are you Ok? You’re crying, aren’t you?
Susan wasn’t crying… I guess I was crying… soundlessly, hopelessly, making terrible faces…
– Susan, please, don’t cry! And don’t keep silence… What are you doing? What are you going to do? Don’t!.. Do you hear me?.. Don’t do that!
Here it happened. The fingers I saw in the mirror invaded my territory, then brown curls and beautiful grey eyes appeared over the partition of the cabin. “A pretty face!” I thought to myself, when suddenly she started screaming and the face disappeared as fast as it had appeared.
– A-a-a! – The girl was yelling.
“I shouldn’t let her free!” an idea was as quick as a flash of lightning but at this very moment the door of the cabin next to me threw open with crashing sound. All I could do was to shut her screaming mouth with my hand and pull her into my cabin. Her sharp teeth pierced into my hand…
– Oh, God! I’m being raped! A-a-a!.. Let me go, bastard! Scum! A-a-a!
However, my arms were strong enough to hold this crazy girl tight: one arm embraced her breast and the second went under the chin. Her bosom was big, plump and pleasant to touch!
– Be quiet! Why are you shouting? – I spoke hoarsely into her ear. – Are you being stabbed? I’m not going to rape you…
– And what are you doing here, brute? – She hissed through her squeezed teeth.
– I’m a newcomer, mixed up the rooms… Isn’t that normal? Can you understand that or not? I don’t want you at all!..
The last phrase hurt her and she made another attempt to break away and say something but suddenly the front door of the toilet slammed again. Of course my captive didn’t want to be laughed at in the library, so she calmed down.
Two girls occupied the cabins keeping on talking. They were pissing without interrupting the conversation. Oh, women! They can’t hold their tongues even in those places where it is appropriate to keep silence. Thinking about that I pressed my girl tighter, so that her back was nearly stuck to my chest and her ass pressed to my cock which was already a bit stiff. I had to warn the girl:
– If you say something I’ll drown you in the toilet!
She didn’t take offence and was standing still. The ladies left the cabins by that time and moved to the sink.
– Do you say you’ve mixed up the rooms? – She asked quietly. – Then why were you peeping at me?
– I was peeping?! – I pretended it hurt me. – Why are you saying that?
– The mirror is over there…
Yeah, I was disclosed… but it made me even more aroused. The girl understood that I was just an ordinary library visitor, not a maniac… and changed her attitude to me dramatically.
– I think they’ve left… – she mumbled but didn’t try to free herself from my embrace.
Fortunately, someone entered the toilet again. We stood still snuggling up to each other.
– Fuck… – She was a bit filled with indignation. – We’ll never be able to get out of here if it goes on…
I don’t know how it happened but here I kissed her on the cheek. She twitched, her eyebrow went up but pretty soon they went down. Each second made us closed and now she wasn’t my victim anymore, she was an accomplice… I could kiss her sweet lips. Then my tongue went into her pink ear and she began melting…
The girl started shaking when my hand moved under her skirt and panties. Her belly was so cool, but her pussy was very hot and wet. I wondered when she became so moist. Our kiss was so long, then she took her tongue out of my mouth and asked:
– Kiss my pussy…
She was squealing, scratching slightly the back of my head and the wall of the cabin with her nails. Sure she wasn’t a lesbian but I think she had some experience of that kind.
She was leaning back more and more until her hands were behind the head and she settled against the wall. It looked like a beautiful arch. Her thighs were moved widely apart and my knob was easy to enter her without aiming. Her slit was rubbing up an down and I was pushing forth and back. All was rather simultaneous. Her vagina still remembered my tongue inside and she began coming. She was coming and coming and I thought it wouldn’t ever stop. All the time she was lamenting:
– Oh, yeah! It’s so nice!.. Ah!.. Dear!.. Fantastic!.. Oh, God! I want you to have an orgasm, too!.. Yeah, Ok!..
I shot my cum but she didn’t want to get off my prick until it became limp and fell out itself. Then she wanted to have a leak.
– Turn round….
I didn’t obey and was watching a light flow was going off her. She didn’t hide that expecting it would give pleasure. Blotting her pussy with toilet paper she stood erect and pulled her panties on.
– And you have some perversions, – she said without criticizing me.
– I reckon everybody is a prevent in something, – I replied.
She thought a little, laughed and said:
– In fact if someone said that I would give away in the toilet…
– Don’t blab yourself, your tongue has already betrayed you – you’ve hurt Susan.
– Yes, you’re right! I’m a real chatter-box. I often speak without thinking about what I’m talking about. Where can she be now?.. She keeps everything to herself. She isn’t pretty and sure she is afraid that other girls can steal him. And her boyfriend came to our dormitory on his own. Susan was out. He didn’t say who he came to. And then began kissing me immediately.
– He is imprudent as me.
– But you are an expert, – she looked at me and smiled. – he couldn’t do anything with me… He couldn’t… and I didn’t want… oh, it’s Ok. By the way, let’s introduce ourselves.
– Why? It’s so interesting. An abstract man accidentally meets an abstract woman…
– And have abstract coitus, – she continued. – I see… It’s just sex in a dirty place…
She stretched her hand and introduced herself:
– Lily.
– Victor, – I answered, shook her hand and bent my head ceremoniously as if we were in a palace instead of the library toilet.
– You know, Victor, I like you. If you want to meet me again you can call. Here is my number. – She took some toilet paper from the box and wrote her number.
I hid the paper and let her know it was time to part.
– We’re leaving one by one, – she said the phrase that was familiar to me already. – I’ll be the first, you’re the second.
– Ok, – I nodded to show she was right. – If everything’s all right you’ll cough.
– No, cough isn’t a good idea. I’d better whistle.
– Ok, – and she was going to leave.
But the girl was caught “red-handed”.
– What have you been doing here, young lady? – I heard a woman’s strict voice. – Where are you rushing? Stop over there! What’s your name? Place of study? Address?
And immediately my cabin was shook by a powerful punch.
– Come out, bastard! I’ll call the police right now!
I realized how terrible the situation was. An important executive entered the toilet and hearing the noise in my cabin started to listen or even peep. Such passion to spying gradually develops into a sexual deviation called voyeurism.
I opened the door of the cabin and saw her. She was exactly the same as I had expected – peroxide blonde with small angry eyes on a pale face.
Lily closed her face with her palms.
– Don’t hide your face, lady! – The woman kept on saying trying to look behind my back. – If you can sin you should be able to repent…
– I’ll never do that! – Lily said crying.
– You’re a boor! – The blonde got red. – You should be punished!
– Let her go! – I told and seized her hands.
Lily took the occasion to run away as fast as possible.
– Ok, you’ve attacked an official in line of duty in a public place… Free my hands, quickly!
She rubbed her wrists which became numb from my grip, straightened the lapels of her jacket which looked like a man’s one and then moved the elbows. “She is going to call the police” I thought and suddenly a group of young girls came into the toilet. The woman became alerted. She understood that such long stay in a cabin with a young guy could be interpreted in the wrong way by the public. It looked immoral though it wasn’t in fact. All the colleagues would be happy to spread rumors about that, especially Brian, he had been trying to find something that could compromise her for a while.
And here it happened! Her self-preservative instinct worked well and she leaped (almost like a kangaroo) into my cabin. The door closed noisily. All the next was worth being staged at a theatre. The woman was opening and closing her mouth soundlessly, goggling eyes madly, pointing her finger at the door trying to tell it wasn’t locked. With no hurry I locked the door, took out a cigarette. She obviously didn’t like that.
– Be quiet, – I read the words from her lips, – otherwise I’ll kill you!
The girls were pissing paying no attention on us, then washed hands, smoked and told funny vulgar stories. The woman hearing that started listening very attentively. Finally my patience was over:
– Keep quiet, lady! The girls are relaxed and having a rest. It’s Ok with them. But you have locked in the toilet cabin with a young guy!
– You’re a snotnose!.. – That’s the only thing she could say beginning to realize what a mistake she’d made.
I looked at her and soon an interesting idea came to me. She was a very foxy lady – big bust, nice thighs and a rounded butt.
– Why are you looking at me in this way? – She hissed.
– What do you mean?
– So provocatively… You should keep in mind that you’re a very young man and … I’m… mmm… an adult…. Woman… I’m … – She smoothed her hair seductively. – Well, I’m too old for you…
I stared at her with my blue-grey eyes (many girls say they are irresistible). She began stumbling and mixing up the words. I guess all I did after that was very impudent. First of all I squeezed her huge breasts. She dashed but that was in vain. I pressed her to the wall and a minute later my hand was under her skirt.
– Are you crazy? – She was trying to tear away from me, pushing me with her knees which looked very attractive.
– No, – I was breathing into her ear, – why aren’t you calling for help? I can fuck you right here on the toilet.
– Me? Here? In this dirty toilet? – Her whisper turned into a scream. – Do you know who I am? I’m a deputy director of this library. You won’t dare!
– I will, don’t worry.
– I’m a mother!
That was a pretty weak argument in the situation like this and I tore her panties off.
– You, young people, are so cruel… – She sighed. – You appreciate nothing.
– Stand in position or I’ll fuck you brutally.
– Which position?
– Doggy-style, of course!
– Never! – She whispered. – I’m a descent woman and … I don’t want to be rammed after a slut girl… They have a lot of gang bangs in dormitories, many partners…
– Stop talking! Stand in a position!
She bent revealing a rather attractive vagina setting off by light-colored curls.
– No, – she said, – we need a condom…
– I haven’t got one…
– But I have! Let me take it out.
She took out a condom in a beautiful packet, opened it and pulled out the product. It was of light-pink color with two small pimples on the end. At this moment the peroxide saw my hard cock and her mouth opened, the lips were rounded and hands passed me the condom:
– Put it on!
– It’s woman’s duty, – I grinned.
Her two fingers held the condom (other digits were set aside) and she covered the dick with a pink “hat” and spread it over the whole stem up to the base.
– Take off your jacket, it can rumple.
It was strange but she didn’t object. I didn’t have to remind her about the skirt. At last she unbuttoned the blouse.
– You have a lot of mules… must be happy…
– Aha, too happy…- She answered and undid her black lacy bra.
She had only a narrow belt on, which supported her stockings and black panties which were transparent and half-pulled by me in the process of her pussy invasion. I couldn’t pull them fully because they were attached to the belt somehow. She untied the laces on the sides and soon they were off. It is so simple if you know what to do and how to do it.
My penis and balls liked that slow strip dance. The naked deputy turned with her back to me, stretched her hands to my phallus to feel how hot it was. She positioned in doggy style holding herself on the toilet cistern.
I pushed my knob and she began moving her body to spread the condom inside, faster and faster.
– Are you enjoying me? – She kept asking me every three or four frictions.
– Yeah… and you?
– Yes, I am… It’s wonderful… I’ve never had such an experience… nice… Oh, you’re like a … spring… Ah! Oh!!! Now I know what a young man can do!!!..
Her buttocks were touching my belly. To prevent pushing the door each time she moved backwards to me I had to hunch forward energetically. She was speeding up and tried to follow her tempo. Her whole body: bust, buttocks, thighs were trembling now. She tossed her head back and opened her mouth moaning soundlessly.
– Yeah… this way.. My dear… Oh, my God! It’s so pleasant.. and long! I gonna die… from happiness! Ah!..
“She can possibly die – it’s impossible to restrain such a temperament” I thought.
– Ah… I like the young guys… like you… Your penis is… so big… good! Ah! It comes through me! Ah!.. Oh, you’re so sweet!.. Now … young guys… only.. Oh!
She came several times, a series of orgasms; I guess the pimples on the condom favored that. Then she was hanging on my neck for long relaxing and whispering a lot of banal things. And caressing, caressing me all the time…
– It’s a pity we’re doing it not in my office… It is safe there… I have two exits… and the sofa is comfortable… Will you come?
I nodded.
– But don’t tell anybody about it, Ok?
– Sure. Don’t use condoms with pimples too often, it’s dangerous…
– Don’t teach me fucking… – She giggled kissing my lips. – I’m very thankful to you, darling… Sorry, I don’t know your name. By the way, what’s your name?
– Elvis.
– I’m serious…
– I’m serious, too. My name is Elvis. My Mum and Dad gave me that name.
– Mmm… It’s a rare name, but very beautiful. My name is Valery, you can call me Val. You, Elvis, can do whatever you want!
Then she tried to wash away the condom we used – to hide the evidence. She drained the water a few times but the condom was still there. At last Val got tired of that and buttoned her clothes. She looked official again.
– I like you, Elvis. Very much, – she said looking friendly. – I’d like to meet you regularly. You know, I can be thankful…
I thought she was going to present a medal to me – so stately she looked.
– You’re a student, aren’t you? I’ve got some connections that can probably be helpful to you.
– We’ll agree about the next “date” later. Here is my number. – Valery handed me her card and added,- We’re leaving one by one, I’ll be the first, you’re the second.
– Sure.
– If everything’s Ok, I’ll knock at the door.
And she left. I could smell her perfume. A minute passed, then the next, and the next… But she never knocked. I was thinking that there is nothing more boring than sitting idly in the toilet.
Soon it was rather dark. The door of the cabin was opened and a cleaner Rebecca came up to me.
She wasn’t attractive at all and had parenthetic legs. Rebecca was looking at me severely and compassionately at the same time holding a mop in her hands.
– These girls have rammed you… You look bad…
She scratched a wart under her nose with a dirty nail and then took out a greasy bundle out of the dirty ragged uniform.
– This is for you, the girls have sent… Have it… I guess you have been sitting here since morning… hungry…
Carrying out her mission Rebecca started washing and scrubbing the floor.
– They’ve dumped loads! – She was repeating with her tinkling voice. – They call themselves civilized people… Put your legs up…
I was eating a stale sandwich and thinking that I was possibly going to spent here my whole life. You would agree that it was not a nice prospect. And the women were strange here. It seemed to me that it was the same woman all the time but each time she looked older. I thought it was amazing that the years were passing, the woman was becoming older, but I stayed the same, no changes ever happened to me!
The cleaner finished the work and leaned against her mop.
– Now I can have a rest. Have you had enough to eat?
– Yes, thank you very much, Rebecca.
– “Thank you” isn’t enough… – She replied in an angry voice. – Now I want to be fucked… I haven’t had sex with a man for a long time. I’m fed with using my mop instead of a cock…
She unbuttoned the uniform and began pulling down her big old pink panties. When I saw it I started screaming and … woke up!
I could hear buckets clanking and a woman whose voice was similar to the Rebecca’s one was saying:
“Here is a leak…I’m tired of drying it all the time…”
“Ok, it has to be welded… Am I right, Bill?” a man’s voice answered.
Another man’s voice confirmed:
“Yeah, you are… Rebecca, have you cleaned the glasses?”..
Some time later the men began checking the pipes.
“We’re not going to weld it today, we have too little time and … tomorrow is a weekend… We’ll start on Monday…”
“It will be flooded till Monday…”
“It won’t… We’ll block the water, lock the toilet and on Monday we’ll begin…”
I realized I couldn’t stay here till Monday. I had to do something. If I went out and told everything I would have a lot of problems at university, with my parents… However… I knew what to do! I took out a notebook and a pen out of my pocket, made my face look strict and repeating seriously “Yes, it’s all right…” moved to the door.
– Everything’s clear here, – were my first words. – The steam-heat pipes have no leaks…
The men stood still with glasses in their hands. Rebecca looked puzzled. I had to develop my success:
– Are the steam-heat pipes Ok on the other floors?
– I think so, – Rebecca told, – And who are you?
– I’m an inspector… I’m checking the preparedness of the pipes for winter.
– But it’s summer now…
– You have to prepare it in summer to have no problems in winter. Where can I find the deputy director?
– I’ve just seen her. She rushed to her office as if someone rammed her ass.
– Her office is on the first floor, I’ll take you there… – The cleaner went after me and soon we parted.
I thanked Rebecca for help, looked at the mop she squeezed in her hands and went out.
– Is he really an inspector?.. I guess he is too young for that. And how did he get inside… through the window? – I could hear Rebecca asking herself.
I was walking along the streets, the sun was shining. I was inhaling the smell of trees and flowers washed by the rain and felt so happy that I was free! I was really free!
Yeah, dear friends, our life is a wonderful thing after all!!!
