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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A story about online erotica

"I was at the library," she said in her breathless, sing-song voice.

"Hmmm..." he agreed sleepily, shifting slightly with his cock still inside her. Still hard. He wanted to move, but he was comfortable and she was singing to him.

"Wake up!" She wriggled her hips. "I want to talk."

"Again?" He smiled, but didn't open his eyes.

"The library downtown. Just off Second Street." The girl turned her eyes, but all she could see was his hair and she smiled too. "Do you know the one?"

"There's more than one?" he wondered softly, nodding his head against her flushed skin. She was incredibly soft, like a damp pillow and smelling of a distant sea.

"Shhh ... I was just looking around and I saw this man. This terrible man!" she giggled. "He was beastly."

"Like me?" he asked, lifting his face so she could see his eyes.

"He was sitting at one of the computers and wearing a long coat. What do they call those? A trench coat? It was dirty and buttoned from his knees to his neck. He had ugly shoes, like they were falling apart."

"Ummm..." he groaned as his hips moved of their own accord. She was wet inside, overfull with the remains of their recent sex, and the viscous bath felt good around his cock.

"I wondered what he was doing," she continued, lifting her pelvis absently. "Hunched over and dirty. Did I tell you he was a dirty man? He was. His hair was long and greasy, falling across his ghastly face."

"Here..." he whispered to himself, moving his left hand to her taut belly, pressing down gently and urging her to relax.

"He would stare at the computer and make faces like he was mad. Smiling and giggling, and then suddenly he would frown and shake his head." She spread her legs wider, twisting her body. "He'd begin typing then, very quickly. As fast as he could, this man would write for five minutes without looking up."

"Like this?" he asked, pushing his cock inside her sharply.

"No. No..." she shut her eyes, scrunching her nose against the sensation. "He was typing and I walked around him, between stacks of dusty books, just watching. I wanted to see what he was doing. What he was writing, you know?"

"I love you," he whispered, withdrawing his penis until only the smooth glans remained between her greasy lips. The odor of semen and female arousal was stronger now, lingering over their union and he breathed deep as if scenting it for the first time.

"Shut up," she giggled, touching her breasts with both hands. The girl's nipples were small and not very hard, but they burned cold all the same. She was soft all over.

"Sorry..." he offered her a grunt as he drove his cock inside her, until his pelvis found hers and there was nothing left to give.

"I watched him for ten minutes. Fifteen and then thirty," she said. "I kept looking at the clock and willing him to quit, and every time he stood up my heart would stop and stutter. But he would pace, muttering to himself and rubbing his cheeks. He'd walk around the computer, kicking the air and wincing, shaking like a palsied old man."

"Kicking..." He smiled at that, moving his arm beneath her bent leg, lifting it in the air so that her sex was completely open and he pushed himself inside, bringing a dull groan and a small nod of her head.

"He finally left. Finally. He pushed himself away and ran, stumbling towards the stairs. He bumped into a woman, knocking her to the floor, and he fell on the steps and crawled away like a spider. I watched him and smiled and before his footsteps died, I was on the computer."

"Oh ... Good..." he chuckled, thrusting and holding himself deep so that he could enjoy the vague contractions of her sex until he was forced to move against the pleasure.

"It was a story," she whispered, grabbing the man's leg and squeezing his thigh. "Stop. Look at me. Did you hear what I said? He was writing a story. He'd left it there, for anyone to find. For me, I think, and I read it."

"Ow!" He frowned as her fingernails pressed into the muscle.

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