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America

Chapter 1

My name is Alex Rimmer and I work the circulation desk at Sweet Valley College Library. The night clerk—six to two—that’s me.

The other staff members [real librarians with M.L.S. degrees] are gone by the time I get there. That suits me just fine. Working solo means no co-worker drama.

I don’t make shit, but it’s a lot better than some of the other jobs I’ve had. I’ve bused tables and washed dishes. I’ve stocked coolers and cut grass. I’ve cleaned grills and mopped floors and swabbed toilets.

You can’t be too selective with a B.A. in English. About the only option is teaching high-school and there’s no way in hell I’m doing that. So, yeah, I consider myself pretty lucky to have this cushy library gig.

I keep the printer loaded with paper. I check-out/check-in books. I answer the phone. Sometimes I assist students with research.

That’s a rarity, though. The students here hardly ever need my help. For the most part, they’re overachievers with high SAT scores.

It’s a predominately female student body. Lots and lots of primo eye candy. I’m talking eighteen and nineteen and twenty. I’m talking lean and clean kitty.

I couldn’t even begin to calculate the number of times I’ve jerked off in the restroom. In and out, an endless parade of coed hotties waltzing by the circ desk. Blondes and brunettes and redheads. Preppy sorority girls and neo-hippies and stacked Amazonian athletes. Tight jeans and skimpy running shorts and short skirts.

And it’s my job to assist each and every one should they need my services. I’m here to help. I’m here to meet their research needs.

I do this with a smile on my face and a throbbing erection in my pants.

* * * *

Like now, my cock’s trying to push its way through my chinos because of the ultra-hot ballerina chick studying in my direct line of sight. She’s pale and wispy with her hair pulled back in that severe ballerina bun thingy. She’s wearing black tights under a pair of purple running shorts. I wonder if she shaves her pussy?

I’m seriously considering a tugjob in the restroom when this other chick gets up from one of the computers and approaches. This chick is blonde with big tits and blue eyes. She’s wearing a short skirt and she has this little slip of scratch paper in her hand.

She smiles…perfect teeth. Could you help me find this book?

I read her neat scrawl. She’s standing there, leaning over me, and I can smell some kind of lavender body wash or shampoo and the scent is maddening; my cock so hard I don’t even think I’ll be able to stand.

She has written the title next to the call number. Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Turns out we have five copies and four are checked out.

You’re in luck, I say, We have one left.

Popular book, she says.

You’ve never read it?

No.

You’re in for a real treat.

Somehow I stand without hurting myself. She follows me to the second floor stacks where I locate the tattered paperback with minimal effort. I pull the book from the shelf and hand it to her.

This is supposed to be really good, huh?

Damn good, I say, if you like reading about sex.

I prefer the real thing.

Don’t we all.

She smiles. I’m Megan.

Hey, Megan, I say, I’m Alex.

I didn’t really need your help, she says.

I stare at Megan’s lips and imagine them encircling my cock.

I could’ve easily found this on my own.

Why didn’t you? I ask.

Megan looks over her shoulder but there’s really no need. We have the stacks to ourselves. It’s almost midnight; the place is a veritable morgue. She kneels and rubs my cock through my pants.

Here I’ve been, working the nightshift for a whole month, fantasizing about this very thing, certain it would never happen.

And now, just like that...

BAM!

I run my fingers through her silken hair. It isn’t long before she unzips me and pulls out my cock. She wraps her hand around its base and devours it, slathering my length with her warm tongue. She sucks it slowly, her mouth and hand working in perfect harmony as my dick responds. She ups the pace, sucking more aggressively, and I match her enthusiasm by thrusting into her mouth, fucking her face as saliva oozes down her chin. She pulls back, panting for air, then spits on my prick cap. She strokes me with expert fingers, this while sucking on my balls, all the while staring at me with her stunning blue eyes. I gaze into those eyes, but have to look away for fear of shooting my wad too soon.

I can’t wait to fuck her. The anticipation of sliding my cock into her pussy makes me even harder. She comes up for more air, spittle stretching between her lips and my balls like taffy, and says, You ready to fuck me?

Hell, yeah.

There’s a study carrel wedged against the wall. She bends over the table and supports herself with her forearms. Pants around my ankles, I position myself behind her. I push the skirt up around her hips and work her cotton panties down. I slide my prick up and down her wet crevice, teasing her even as she begs me to fuck her. I toy with her a bit longer before sliding in. She’s wet and tight and I grip her hips and start fucking her. My prick slides in and out of her pussy as she moves with me, the two of us achieving a blissful rhythm. She tells me to fuck her harder and I respond, pummeling her with all I’ve got. We fuck a little longer in this position before changing things up. She pulls the chair out from the carrel and I sit down. Then she mounts me reverse-cowgirl style, lowering her hot snatch onto my prick. She rides me hard, grinding atop my cock as I reach around and squeeze her magnificent titties. She starts rubbing her clit, frenetically massaging her swollen little bud as I piston up into that stellar snatch. This is clearly her favorite position as her energy and intensity magnifies. She raises her legs, planting her feet squarely on my thighs, while riding my dick like the cock-crazy cowgirl she is. I want it to last forever, but I know it can’t. I’m almost there. She senses this, gets up and feasts on my glistening cock, finishes me with a sloppy blowjob. I shoot several thick ropes into her gaping mouth. She swallows and licks her lips.

We straighten ourselves up. She thanks me and I thank her.

How would you like to fuck me and my roommate?

You serious?

Her name’s Courtney; we’re all about some three-way action, but none of the guys around here have the guts. They talk a big game, but that’s as far as it goes.

That sucks.

Tell me about it.

I’m down.

She gives me her number and I enter it into my cell phone.

Call me, she says, soon.

Don’t forget your book.

Oh, yeah, she says. I forgot all about that.

When we get back to the circ desk and she hands me her card, I discover that she owes forty dollars for a lost book. I cancel the fine.

Chapter 2

I call Megan a few days later. It’s around noon and she answers on the second ring. Hey, Alex, what’s up?

My cock, I say. Morning wood, baby.

Megan laughs. She says she just got out of class.

I’d like to see you again, I say. You and your roommate.

I think that can be arranged. How soon can you be ready?

I’m ready now.

Megan gives me their address and tells me to hurry. I click off and get dressed and hop in my battered ’86 Corolla. I run two stop signs and one red light en route to their apartment. Screw traffic laws. I’m on a mission.

Megan and Courtney live in an old two-story house that has been turned into four small apartments. They have one of the second floor units.

The place is quaint, with hardwood floors and a nice view of the shady street. We sit around in the cozy living area and have a few beers. Courtney is a hot black chick who plays on the soccer team. She’s wearing green soccer shorts, her sculpted legs on full display. Megan’s wearing a sundress and clogs with no socks.

Let’s get baked, Courtney says. I love to fuck when I’m high.

Megan stokes the bong and we pass it around. The girls have some potent dank; I’m floating after just two hits. Megan and Courtney start making out, kissing and feeling each other up while I sit there swilling my beer. They get out of their clothes and Megan proceeds to eat Courtney’s pussy. I shuck my shirt and jeans and boxers and spit on my cock and stroke it as Megan’s tongue flits across Courtney’s clit. Courtney kneads her C-cup tits and spreads her legs wide as Megan laps her wet cunt. I stand above this mind-scrambling spectacle and tug my cock, slow and easy so as to avoid a premature orgasm. Megan lifts her glistening lips from Courtney and gets on the sofa, assuming the doggy position while Courtney gets behind her and starts licking her pussy. Courtney spreads Megan’s tight ass cheeks and spits on her starfish, tongues it as she slides a finger inside. Megan moans and wails and raises her ass, framing it perfectly for Courtney’s ministrations. I grab my beer off the table and take another swig.

As much as I’m enjoying the show, I feel it’s time to join the fray; I get in front of Megan and wave my dick in her face. She grins and starts sucking my cock while Courtney tongue-fucks her ass. I run my fingers through Megan’s blonde locks, digging into her scalp while pumping into her mouth. She moans and groans around my swollen shaft, heightening my excitement and pleasure. After a while, I pull out and get behind Courtney while Megan flips over and spreads her legs. I enter Courtney’s tight pussy while she goes down on Megan. I have never fucked a black chick before, so I’m totally stoked. Watching my cock disappear inside Courtney’s pussy, feeling her warm tightness, it’s all so amazingly surreal! Courtney’s body is hard and chiseled, her movements graceful yet powerful, no doubt from all the hours she spends training on the soccer pitch. Holding her shapely ass, I work my cock in and out as she munches on Megan’s quim. The apartment smells of sex and pot and beer and it’s marvelous. I forget about everything; my job and my overdue rent and my shitty car. My daily worries dissolve with each thrust of my cock.

Searing heat tingles my balls, a bittersweet sensation that I have no choice but to embrace as I pull out and come all over Courtney’s ass while she shakes her head from side to side, servicing Megan’s clit.

We huddle on the sofa, an exhausted heap of sated flesh. Nobody talks for a good five minutes before Megan suggests we get cleaned up. We