1 comments/ 36506 views/ 11 favorites Library Fun By: ArbyDam I was doing a little business research at a college library near San Francisco. The section of the library I needed was in its own special room. There were a dozen tables, four or five leather settees and various leather chairs. The place could probably accommodate over 50 people. There were 6 rows of shelved books on each side with more books and bound periodicals along the end. Even though it was a big room and had a lot of publications in it, the place was deserted. It was summer so I suppose most of the students were out of school. I was sitting at the furthest table from the door when I heard some giggling. I looked up to discover a couple of women had come in. From the way they stopped short just inside the door and were looking at me I guessed they had been looking for a deserted place to gab or do whatever. After a few seconds they walked over to one of the rows of shelves and pretended to examine the books. I went back to what I was doing. Pretty soon I heard some whispering. When I looked up they were huddled together talking quietly. Periodically they would look over at me. I continued with my work. I figured when they saw I wasn't going anywhere they would leave and look for a room that was deserted to do whatever they had come into my room for. The next thing I knew they had come over to my table. One of them, a pretty, young thing with brown hair, sat down on the table, right on top of some of my papers. "Hi there," she said. "Hello," I answered. "Whatcha doing?" she asked. "I'm doing some research," I said. "I don't want to be rude but it's kind of important so I really have to get back to it. If you could just get off my papers please." She lifted one side of her butt so I could slide the papers out. "Research, huh? What kind of research?" "Business research. Now, please, if you could just let me get back to it, I'd appreciate it. " "We're here to do research, too, aren't we Candy?" she said to the dark-haired one standing at the end of the table. "Yes, we're doing research, too." "Oh?" I said. "Yes, we are researching how middle-aged males react to two hot college transsexuals coming on to them," the brunette said and laughed. Candy laughed, too. "You're kidding me, right?" I said. "No. We're doing research and we're transsexuals. Does that bother you?" "Look, I don't know what your little game is but I really do have things I have to do. Why don't you run along and play your game with someone else." "Oh, it's not a game," the brunette answered. Then, turning to her friend she said, "Lock the door, Candy." Candy went over and bolted the door shut, then joined her friend at the table. I got up and started backing away. The only problem was, they were between the exit and me. They separated—one going down one side of the table and the other down the other. It looked like I was trapped. I didn't really believe they were transsexuals nor did I believe they really meant to do anything. It was in my mind that they were playing a game just to pass the afternoon. Suddenly they rushed at me simultaneously. Candy, who was surprisingly strong, grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back. The brunette, who I later found out was named Bruna, stepped right up into me and grabbed my crotch. "Come on, baby, there's no need to run. We won't hurt you. Unless of course you're into that," Bruna said trying to soothe me down. "Maybe he is into that," said Candy and she wrenched my arms back hard. Bruna just smiled. "We just want to have some fun. Won't you have some fun with us, sweetie?" Then she unbuttoned my shirt. "Let's take him over to one of these couches, Candy." While Bruna pulled me, Candy pushed me over to a settee. When we reached it, Candy pushed me down. She let go of my arms and quickly grabbed my head, forcing it down on the cushion while Bruna removed my shirt, then my shoes and socks. They both wrestled me onto my back while Candy, with cat-like quickness, jumped on my chest. Her skimpy cut-offs rode way up her legs and her crotch was almost in my face as she sat there. I was helplessly pinned while Bruna undid my belt and pulled down my pants and underwear in one motion. "Look what I found, Candy." Candy looked back and smiled. "Mmm, that looks yummy." Bruna proceeded to fondle my dick and balls. Meanwhile Candy had her hand on her upper leg. "I have one just like that. Do you want to see it?" She laughed as I gave no reply. Then she pulled the crotch of her shorts aside to reveal that she did, indeed, have a cock. It was hairless and starting to harden as she wrapped her hand around it and pulled. My cock betrayed me. With the hot brunette handling it, it started to get hard. "Now look, Candy. I think he's starting to like this." "I think it's my banana he's starting to like. Huh, baby?" With that she waved her now 6" long hard rod in front of my face. The dark-haired Candy removed her top. Her small, round tits were braless and she had a belly button ring. Bruna was now rubbing the base of my scrotum with her middle finger and periodically reaching between my ass cheeks. "I would say going by first indications that this subject responds very favorably to being sexually attacked by two young transsexuals," noted Bruna. "Let's see what his reaction is to being told we are going to stick our cocks in his ass," added Candy. I struggled to get free but it was hopeless. The two women had me at their mercy. "That got a reaction but I am unable to determine if it is acceptance or rejection," Candy said. "Is it possible that this one is an ass virgin?" asked Bruna. "That could be. If so, that opens up more avenues for research," replied Candy. She reached down to stroke my face. "Come on, baby, taste my cock." When I turned my face away from it Bruna started to squeeze my nuts. It was extremely painful. "Take her cock in your mouth, sweetie, and I'll stop," she promised. Still I refused. Now she squeezed even harder and began to twist them. "Don't be so stubborn, baby. Open your mouth for me and she'll stop," Candy cajoled me. "It's not so bad. In fact, I'm sure you're really going to love the taste of a shemale cock." Finally I gave in. I couldn't take the pain anymore. I allowed Candy to stick her dick in my mouth. It was warm and tasted musky. After I sucked it for a while, Candy pulled it out to undo her shorts. She presented her cock again and I sucked it back into my mouth. I began to tongue the head and toy with the very tip of it. Meanwhile Bruna had released my nuts and went back to stroking my shaft. "The subject seems to be receptive to this stimulus," Bruna said. "I think we can free his arms." Candy swung off me to remove her shorts, freeing my arms. Bruna took the opportunity to shed her clothes, also. Her tits were a little bigger than Candy's with big, brown aureoles. Her cock was about the same size and girth as Candy's but, unlike her dark-haired companion, Bruna had a patch of trimmed pubic hair. Candy straddled me again, slipping her cock into my mouth. With my hands free I placed them on her ass, massaging the smooth skin. Bruna came around beside me. She was playing with her tits with one hand while the other stroked her cock as she watched me give her friend a blowjob. "That looks like fun. Can I try it?" Candy pulled her cock out of my mouth as her friend guided hers in. Bruna's cock was as warm and hard as Candy's was. I could taste a little of her perfume from her hand stroking it. As I sucked Bruna the two shemales began to French kiss. It was pretty erotic watching their hot, passionate kissing. I reached between the brunette's legs to cup her balls. I played with them as my tongue and mouth serviced her cock. Meanwhile Bruna's hand was on Candy's ass. She slipped her finger between the cracks to play with the dark-haired one's ass hole. "I think our man has me ready for you, my love," Bruna observed. With that Candy got off the settee. I sat up and put my hand around my own erect cock as I waited to see what was next in our little three-person game. My wait was short. Candy positioned herself between my legs and got on her knees. She removed my hand and replaced it with her own. She ran it up and down my shaft a few times before leaning over to loose a load of drool over it. Then she took it into her mouth and began to suck me. In the meantime Bruna was behind her applying K-Y jelly to her ass. As I watched wide-eyed the brunette worked her hard 6" into the dark-haired girl's ass. It went in slowly at first. In no time though Candy's sphincter had opened up and Bruna was able to get her dick all the way in. She began to hump her friend with short, smooth strokes. Candy's head continued bobbing up and down on my rod, only stopping long enough to run her tongue around the shaft and head. My hips involuntarily bucked in time with her sucking, eager to get all the way down her throat. Bruna looked at me with sex-crazed eyes. "Are you enjoying this, baby? Isn't it hot having a beautiful transsexual suck your dick while another one fucks her?" "Oh, yeah," I agreed. Bruna continued to ram her friend as Candy continued blowing me. The action was getting more frantic. The faster Bruna thrust into her, the harder Candy sucked my cock. Her mouth and tongue were all over it, sucking, slurping, licking and kissing. Now her hand was on it, stroking me, trying to get me to cum. It didn't take her too much longer to get me there. "I'm gonna cum," I announced. Candy pursed her lips over the head as her hand continued jerking me. I raised my ass off the settee as the first burst of cum came shooting out. A long string of semen shot up into the air and arced onto my stomach as I let go. Candy held my cock tightly as it slowly softened. Bruna slowed as she watched me cum. Then she picked up her frantic pace again. "Do you want to see me cum, sweetie?" she asked me. "Yeah, baby." Her stomach muscles tightened as she thrust deep into her friend's ass, working toward ejaculation. With a couple sharp breath intakes she pulled her cock out. Stroking it with her hand she shot her load halfway up Candy's back. The white cum continued to ooze out the end of her cock as she slowly stroked it. Finally she was done. After Bruna and I had finished, Candy announced: "My turn." She straddled me as I leaned back on the settee, her cock inches from my face. "Hand me the K-Y, Bruna." Her friend got the tube out. Candy applied the jelly liberally to her cock. "What's up, baby?" she said. Then she began to stroke her cock back to hardness. I reached up to cup her baseball-sized tits as she beat herself off in front of me. My thumbs played across her nipples, getting them hard. "I'm going to cum on you, baby. Would you like that? Huh? Would you like Candy to spray her cum all over you?" I just pursed my lips and teased her with my tongue. She leaned over and we kissed, our tongues wrestling for control. "You want me to do it, baby?" she asked. "Do it, you vixen. Do it," I urged. Her hand was a blur as she beat her cock faster and faster. "Here it comes, baby. Oh fuck, here it comes!" "Do it, doll. Shoot it on me." With a deep gasp Candy began to cum. The semen came blasting out of the end of her cock and hit me on the chin and throat. Her second and third spurts landed on my chest. The rest of her cum oozed out between her fingers as she closed her hand over the head. She collapsed beside me on the settee. Suddenly, someone started pounding on the door. "Hello. Are you OK in there?" someone yelled. "Everything's OK in here," I replied. "The door seems to be stuck, though. I've been working on it. I think I'll have it open in a few minutes." "All right," the voice responded. "I'll check on you a little later, then." Then the knocker walked away. "Thanks for the help with our research," Bruna said, then she kissed me. "Yes, thanks, baby," Candy added. "No problem," I replied. "It's always been my view that the professional world should help the academic world in any way possible." "Oh, you did help," Bruna said. "In every way possible." And she patted my cock. Library Fun [Come here] the text message reads. You weren't expecting to hear from me for another day or two since it was a long weekend. You had assumed that I was heading out of town, but I stayed for the holiday. You quickly tap out a response asking where I am and when to meet me. [Out at the library, second floor, back corner by the windows] your phone vibrates in your hand, [The desks with the dividers. You know the place?]. You respond that you do and that you'll be there shortly. You have just gotten out of the shower and are still deciding what to wear. Morning has come with another wave of heat left over from the long summer so you decide on a sleeveless white sundress and quickly get dressed. Feeling a little flirtatious you decide to wear a lacey white bra but know that your new dark blue underwear will show right through your dress given the right tug. You slide out of your panties and pull on the cheeky blue ones with an inward smile. Satisfied with your look you leave your room and head for the library. Each step along the path increases your anticipation at seeing each other again. The library is alarmingly busy for a holiday weekend and you worry you may have gone a little overboard on the dress, but quickly realize that there are lots of women here that are wearing far more revealing clothing and no one has mentioned it to them. You take a deep breath to steady your nerves and head up the stairs and through the bookshelves. "Here you are!" you chime as you round the desks to find me leaning over my laptop in the corner nook. The table is a set of four, two on each side facing the middle. If you stand up you can see the other side, but only if you lean over the desk. I sit up and return your smile. "Hey! How was your weekend? Nice dress," you suppress a smile as you catch my eyes lingering on your hips where the color of your panties shows through. You give your dress a knowing tug and pull the chair from the next desk over to sit beside me. "Really? Homework? It's still the weekend," you shake your head, "you should be having fun!" I push back from the desk and lean back in the chair. "Every time I come to the library I try to get at least a little bit done, that way I'm not swamped with it all later. But for now, I'm done, and you're here, so let's have some fun. Tell me about your weekend." "It's been crazy, trying to get everything done in a short week led into having to make up stuff this weekend and it's all bleeding over into next week too. Which is another short week!" Your exasperation is evident, and well founded. My week had been pretty hectic trying to get everything done. Which was part of why I was at the library now. A couple of friends walk by and we wave and as I bring my hand back down, I rest it on your knee. You place your hand over mine and give it a gentle squeeze. The skin on your leg is perfectly smooth as I rub small circles on your knee with the side of my thumb. "Who's over there?" We hear a voice from the other side of the desk that sounds familiar. We both stand up and see that it is an acquaintance from the dorm halls. You know her better than I do, and get caught up into her small talk for a moment. While the two of you are talking I bring up a word document on my computer and start typing. Wondering what it I'm up to, you take a moment to glance down at the screen [[You know everyone can see your dark blue panties through that dress right?]] I had tapped out and turned the screen so you can read it easily. Your only response is a quick wink and you go back to talking. I turn back to my laptop and once again you are drawn by the words on the screen. [[Take them off]]. You laugh lightly at something the other girl said as your eyes meet mine. You shake your head very slightly so as not to alarm the girl. [[Now!]] I insist on the screen. You roll your eyes and cock your head towards the girl who is still going on about some history class she's in, a gesture saying she'll know. I arch my eyebrows and smile then use my eyes down point at your panties and picture them sliding down your legs. You relent, knowing that this could be a little dangerous with the girl still there, but curious where it could go. You rebalance yourself and quickly pull your skirt up and your panties down before smoothing your skirt back into place. Your panties fall around your ankles and you kick them under the table. As the conversation continues, I can tell it isn't going to end any time soon, so I glance around the library to see where everyone is. This portion of the second floor holds a lot of fiction, so it isn't used much, and we've got the last desks by the wall so no one could be behind us unless they squeezed in close enough to touch. Not wanting to draw her attention, I squeeze your leg and leave my hand on the back of your thigh to get your attention. [[Lean closer]] the screen now reads. You awkwardly lean sideways a small amount and it doesn't look like it would be comfortable. I shake my head and point towards the girl and you realize I meant for you to lean closer to her. You lean your legs against the desks and bend over slightly to rest your forearms at the top of the divider. Only the back of your shoulders and your head are now visible to the sitting girl on the opposite side. The chair creaks as I reposition it to the table to give us both a little more room. I slide my laptop to the back of the desk and lean in behind the divider. You glance down to see what's on the screen now [[Don't move]] is displayed and you shrug, easy enough you think to yourself. Then you feel my hands first on the front of your thighs, then gliding upward under your skirt to your hips, pushing the material up with them. You pause for a moment and smooth your skirt back down over where my hands had ruffled it. You feel my hands again, this time on your ribs and your sides. It tickles slightly and you do your best not to wiggle. As my hands reach the top of your dress, you feel them tug at the string tied at the middle of the neckline and then pull the fabric looser at your chest. Again you try your best not to move as the neckline of your dress is pulled down and I massage your breasts through the white lace of your bra. Only a moment goes by before you feel the warmth of my hands reach into your bra and push the material down and off your breasts. If not for the divider you are leaning on, the other girl would have a direct view of your now bare chest. I squeeze them gently playing, pinching and pulling softly at your nipples, then getting harder to see if I can make you give up the charade. Your breathing is becoming quicker and your chest and face feel warm, but my hands feel good and you don't want it to stop. I give your nipples one last pinch before I pull your bra and dress back into place. But the fun has only just begun. Under your skirt you feel my hands begin to slowly and smoothly caress your thighs and butt. You reposition again to stand more comfortably and at the same time I press your legs a little farther apart. Still leaned over the desktop barrier, you feel my hand slide up between your thighs and begin to rub as you feel yourself getting wetter. Another moment goes by and now both my hands are between your thighs, one rubbing the outside, the other gently sliding a finger inside you. It is almost too much as your breath becomes more ragged. The girl at the other desk must have noticed something is wrong, but she doesn't say anything. Instead she excuses herself to head back to the dorms and you say goodbye. Once out of sight you turn back toward me and I smile knowingly. "You said you wanted to have some fun," I say with a smirk. "Yeah, and we're not done yet," you respond. You push my chair farther back from the desk and sit down on my lap, careful that your skirt billows around both of us. You pretend to work at the laptop with one hand while the other reaches between your legs and unfastens my pants and pulls me out. With a quick glance around, you lift your hips then settle back down with my cock inside you. I pull your hips down hard and a small moan escapes before you can stop it. You lean over the desk and begin to slide your body back and forth stroking my full length with your wet pussy. Your speed increases and your breathing becomes more and more shallow. I grip one hip with one hand and reach my other up your back. Just as you are about to climax I thrust deeply into you and hold your body there. I can feel your body wanting to release but unable to as my right hand pulls back a handful of your hair, arching your neck back. This time a louder moan escapes, almost enough to draw the attention of other library-goers. You cover your move and breathe heavily through your nose. As I release your hair you press your chest and arms against the surface of the desk and look back at me. "Please," you manage between breaths, pleading for the release your body wants so badly. I shake my head in response and lift you off my lap and turn you around to face me. I pull your wrist to signal for you to sit down in the chair beside me and you go willingly. I slide under the table in front of you and spread your legs. My warm tongue finds your wet thighs and pussy quickly and once again your body is racked by near orgasms. You grab the back of my head and push me down between your legs, but once again I stop. Your thighs are squeezing together imploring me to finish what I had started, but instead I pull away and push your chair back. Once enough room is made, I pull you down to the floor with me and roll you onto your hands and knees. I roughly push your dress up much farther than need be and you try to push it back to cover yourself. Instead I push your hands back to the ground to support yourself and push your dress all the way up and over your head. Now wearing only your bra and the bunched up pile of dress around your wrists on the floor, I push back into you, harder than before and faster. Your body quickly responds by pushing back. I pull your bra straps down your shoulders violently and reach around your body to squeeze you bare breasts. I continue to press harder and faster into you and squeeze and pinch at your breasts and nipples until I can feel your body tightening around me once again. I pull back your hair, one hand still holding tightly to one of your breasts. "Now, cum for me!" I whisper into your ear and your body is released from its throes. As you finish, you let out a clearly audible string of noncoherent words and moans. We are sure the other people in the library heard it. So we quickly pack our things and leave the building, your dark blue panties in the bag with my laptop.