Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

One Little Moan: 9

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 tshe'd had sex with Kevin. It was impossible to say whether that extra half inch of

penetration that cfrom 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, | need it. | 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. | 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 tthere was no tto 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 tthe 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 shwhen 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 cright over to fuck

her roommate while his dick still smelled like her pussy. It was despicable. It was awful.

But it was awfully hot. Taylor shook her head. Why did these terrible things make her feel this way? She

wondered as she stood there for a long moment. Why couldn't she just find a nice guy to love and live happily

ever after with? Almost as soon as she asked herself that question a better one occurred to her though: where

can | find a place to cum again before | explode?

After considering where she was and where she definitely couldn't find sprivacy there turned out to be only

one answer, and she marched off to the showers for this floor at the end of the hall. She didn't care that she

didn't have a towel or her toiletries bag. All that mattered was that she could steal a stall, strip off these clothes

and relieve herself from this terrible ache. She realized that doing this was completely out of character for her,

but that was true about almost everything that had happened to her today. Normally she'd wait until Sara was

passed out, or out at a party to finger her pussy quietly in bed, but as she stripped down in the cramped shower

stall and set her clothes and her bag on the bench out of the spray, she had two fingers inside of her before the

water had even warmed up.

Taylor didn't care about the shower. She wasn't here to get clean. She'd probably never feel clean again after

what Kevin had done to her today, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was how hot it felt to play with her

sore little pussy using a man's cum as lube while she tried desperately to make herself cum again. In the back of

her mind she knew it was dangerous. She knew that every orgasm sucked more dangerous sperm inside of her

womb and that no matter how much had already dripped out of her millions remained behind if he hadn't really

gotten snipped. She didn't care though. She didn't care about the fact that a liar like him might knock her up, or

the fact that any of the other girls in this bathroom could hear exactly what she was doing if she wasn't careful.

All she cared about was her desperate desire to cum, and with her right middle and ring fingers shoved inside

her as deeply as she could force them, it didn't take long to do exactly that. For the second tin the last hour

Taylor saw stars, but this tthere was no one to hold her upright and as she melted beneath the onslaught,

she eventually ended up on her knees beneath the hot spray of the shower. She didn't owe Sara the truth. The

only person that Taylor owed anything was herself. She owed herself an awful lot of pleasure if she was going to

make up for all the lost tthat had been wasted in her quiet little life so far, and starting tomorrow that was

exactly what she was going to do.