The College Library Gloryhole

She stripped unceremoniously, leaving her clothes wherever she fell. She didn't even bother changing into something more comfortable, and crawled into bed in nothing but her panties. Brenna shivered and wrapped herself in the thick comforter, sighing in relief as she started to sink into the mattress.

In the darkness and solitude of her room, her mind started to drift. The plan that had been building all night started rolling through her brain a little more forcefully now. She told herself it was just a fantasy. That she would never actually do it. That didn't stop her from thinking about what it would be like to be on one side of the glory hole in the Dungeon.

She would be completely anonymous. Nobody would have to know. She wouldn't have to tell anyone. She could just...explore, on her own terms, in her own way. There would be no pressure, no expectations. If those guys really didn't care who was on the other side of the hole...

It might have just been the wine, but she felt her body start to react. Her skin felt electric as Brenna ran a warming hand down her body, stopping to cup one of her breasts. Her nipple, already hardening, stiffened to her touch, and she moaned in the back of her throat. Shifting under the covers, she brought her other hand to grope both breasts at the same time. Brenna loved playing with her nipples, and she wasn't gentle. She pinched hard and felt shudders crest throughout her body, slowly settling between her legs.

When Brenna masturbated, she took her time with it. She would light a few candles and crack open something steamy, easing back into her bed for a leisurely read. With every turn of the page she would feel the heat build inside of her, and she would slowly start to feel herself up. It could take upwards of an hour to finally finish, and that was only if she was rushing it.

That wasn't the case tonight. She was more than a little drunk, worked up from a weird, long day and the fantasy of the gloryhole, and ready for bed. Still cupping one of her breasts, Brenna slid a hand down her smooth stomach and parted her legs. She could already feel herself starting to get wet as she rubbed herself over her panties, closing her eyes as she moved her palm in a lazy circle.

Brenna shivered as she started rubbing a thumb on the fabric just above her clit. She was getting hot, now, and not just wet. With a practiced hand, she slid her damp panties down her legs, fishing them out from under the covers and holding them lightly in her hand. The smell of her arousal seemed to fill her bedroom, and she inhaled deeply.

Tossing them aside, Brenna splayed her legs, tweaking a nipple as she started rubbing herself again. Her lips were slick and wet, and she bit her lip as she started to prod a finger inside her trimmed pussy. As she toyed with herself, her palm was rubbing against her clit with just the right amount of pressure.

She was starting to feel the heat, and a thin sheen of sweat was beading all over her naked body. She shuffled on the bed to expose her chest to the cooling night air, shivering from the exposure and the way her fingers danced on her pointed nipples. Brenna started fingering herself in earnest now, at a fast and not quite frantic pace. Throwing her head back, she started moaning softly, closing her eyes as she thought about the gloryhole again.

Brenna could see herself on her knees in the bathroom. What if he had stuck his cock through the hole tonight? She could have touched it. Played with it. Sucked it. Maybe even fucked it. She moaned harder at the thought of a hard stranger's dick inside of her, adding a second finger as she thought about what it would be like.

Kneeling on the cold tile floor and putting her mouth up to the hole, so he couldn't see anything but her lips. Feeling the heat of his cock in her hands, on her face, in her mouth, inside of her. She sighed as she fingered herself faster, shifting her legs to get a better angle. What did cum taste like? Would she swallow it? She was smart enough to know the risks, but they didn't matter in a fantasy. She could sit in that bathroom for hours, draining cocks back to back to back. What if she stopped in every time she had to go to the Dungeon for work?

Brenna thought about swallowing a heavy load then washing her hands and going back to the front desk like nothing had happened, and nobody would know. It was that thought that finally pushed her over the edge, as her pussy started to convulse around her fingers and waves of pleasure started shooting through her body. She cried out in pleasure, loudly this time, as she collapsed on the bed, fingers still buried in her pussy as her climax shot through her body.

It seemed to go on for ages, but finally it subsided. She withdrew her shaky fingers and stuck them both in her mouth, sliding her tongue up and down them and tasting her juices. She imagined it was a bit like sucking a cock would be like, and she hummed happily at the thought. Brenna thought she really should shower, but the bed was so warm, and she was so tired and content. Sighing, she bundled herself back up in her nest of blankets and drifted off to sleep.

The rest of the weekend was more usual. The next morning, she made a quick breakfast of eggs and toast before taking a shower and delving into her studies, though Brenna ignored Infinite Jest all day on Saturday. She watched Netflix for a while, read a book for pleasure for once, went on a walk to the sub shop down the street and bought a sandwich, nothing unusual. It was like she was pretending yesterday's wild night didn't happen, but there were still echoes poking around the back of her mind.

It wasn't until later that night, when she was lounging on the couch, that she acted on those thoughts. Brenna usually avoided porn entirely. It didn't really do anything for her the few times she had tried, and so much of it was too hardcore for her to get into. But the thought of the glory hole made her want to see one in action. She half thought it would cure whatever weird urges she was having in the bargain.

She lowered the shades and laid back on the couch, pulling out her phone and searching for, simply, "glory hole porn." As she expected, the results were a deluge of gonzo schlock, glammed up starlets gobbling monster cocks in a well-lit studio. It all seemed so artificial. She was about to give up when she saw a thumbnail that looked different. It was a skinny brunette wearing glasses sitting on a stool in a black room. She looked surprisingly normal.

Brenna tapped her phone and the video started with an interview. The girl's name was Jessica, and she said she was a college student. Brenna listened as Jessica described how this had been a fantasy of hers for a long time, and she couldn't wait to try. Jessica slid the stool over to a hole built into the wall of the room, putting one of her fingers inside and beckoning. A cock shot through, already hard, and Jessica smiled.

She couldn't look away. Jessica was worshiping the cock with her hands and with her mouth, closing her eyes in delight as she put it all the way down her throat before bobbing back up and down on it. In no time at all, the man was cumming, and Jessica swallowed it all. She turned to the camera and opened her mouth, showing that the cum was gone, but there was already another cock coming through a second hole.

Back and forth and back and forth, she must have sucked a dozen cocks in what seemed like no time at all. Brenna's chest felt heavy as she saw her take load after load, some in her mouth, some on her face, and she was still smiling by the end of it.

Brenna was wrong. Watching that didn't cure her urges to try the glory hole. It just made them much, much stronger.

Sunday was different. Alice texted her early that morning and confirmed she was taking her shift and Doreen was cool with it, so it was lazier than usual for Brenna. She took a long, hot bath in the tub that barely fit her, taking the opportunity to shave her legs and start a new romance novel, with a forbidden romance between a professor and a student. Still, by the time the afternoon started rolling into the evening, she was starting to get bored of being cooped up, and decided to go to the library anyway, if only to study somewhere different.

The day was a little warmer, so she settled on some white jeans and a light cardigan, though she kept her boots. Brenna stuffed her backpack with the usual, and included her copy of Infinite Jest after more than a few seconds of hesitation. The sun was still shining through the leaves just starting to turn orange and red and yellow as she made her way back to campus.

The library was more crowded today than it had been on Friday, no doubt full of students trying to cram a weekend's worth of work into a single evening. Alice, true to her word, was sitting at the front desk. She waved to Brenna as she stepped through the doors, and Brenna waved back before stepping towards the desk. She kept her voice low, barely above a whisper. "How did it go with the Zetas?"

Alice shot her a playfully annoyed look. "If you must know, it went very well."

Brenna tilted her head slightly and raised an eyebrow. "How well?"

She glanced behind her before answering. "Let's just say I stayed the night at the house."

Brenna nodded and smiled back at her. "Mission accomplished?"

Alice blushed slightly and hesitated before shrugging. "We'll see."

Just then, another student came up with a stack of books. Brenna waved to Alice and walked further into the library. She had a couple of dedicated study spots, but there was a desk in a corner on the second floor that had a perfect view of the river that seemed just right for today. She weaved through the banks of computers, copiers, and periodicals that took up so much of the first floor on her way to the stairs, but paused. The Dungeon was a few steps away. She thought about Friday night, and the thoughts that had been circling through her mind on repeat since then. Brenna took a deep breath, and took the stairs down instead of up.

Even the Dungeon was more crowded than it was on Friday, but still less so than the rest of the library. She walked cautiously through the shelves for a few minutes, trying to find a place to post up, before settling on a cubby not too far from the bathrooms. Peter was right about the demographics of the students here, and most of the people she passed were men.

Brenna plucked some books out of her bag and spread them in a neat pile on the desk, opening a notebook and writing the date in a neat script. There was some part of her that couldn't really admit what she was actually in the Dungeon for, pretending that this was just a spur-of-the-moment decision to study somewhere new. Deep down, she knew that wasn't what she was here for.

It took less time than Brenna thought it would to work up the nerve. She made a perfunctory effort to study, but the words just seemed to blur together, and she wasn't retaining any of the information, reading the same page two or three times before finally moving on. She abruptly shut the book and pushed back her chair, trying to act quickly before she could change her mind.

She was relieved to see the same sign was on the women's restroom, which gave her a semi-plausible excuse to go into the men's room if she was seen entering. She poked her head through the door and saw it was empty. Her heart was thumping in her chest as she took a few quick steps into the bathroom and she nervously made her way to the furthest stall, shutting the door quietly and locking it for good measure.

Brenna had no idea how long this kind of thing took. Did guys just sit around waiting for somebody to come in for hours at a time? She thought it probably wouldn't be that long, particularly with how full the Dungeon was today compared to Friday night. She didn't really know what to do with herself in the meantime. It felt weird to be on her phone, and weirder to have brought a book, so she settled on the toilet and tried to breathe deeply, her hands clenching and unclenching up and down her legs.

The longer she waited, the more she felt like this was crazy. It must have been ten minutes, maybe more, and she was about to give up this stupid idea and go back to trying to study when the bathroom door opened. She froze and held her breath, torn between hoping he would go into the next stall and dreading it.

Whoever he was, he didn't hesitate, making a beeline towards the adjoining stall and slamming it shut with force. She leaned forward, still hiding a bit from the glory hole in case he was looking through, and heard him unzip his pants and drop them to the floor. He didn't move towards the toilet, but he didn't do anything else either.

Brenna had no idea what the protocols for a gloryhole were like, but she remembered the video. Her hand was trembling as she reached towards the hole, and she almost pulled back before sticking a single finger in and wiggling it in a "come hither" motion. She withdrew and waited.

His feet moved in the other stall. The hole was empty and then, suddenly, it wasn't. The man had shoved his half-erect cock right through the hole, without so much as a word. Brenna's pupils shrank into pinpricks, eyes widening at her first sight of a real penis. Her breath squeaked out of her mouth in shallow fits.

It seemed enormous. She had never been good at estimating size, but it looked practically as long as her copy of Infinite Jest, and almost as thick. It was hairy, too, black bristles of pubic hair from the bottom of the shaft down to his heavy balls, which were just visible through the hole.

It couldn't have been more than five seconds, maybe ten, but the man on the other side of the stall was already growing impatient. She could hear his feet shuffling on the faded tile and he was pushing against the hole, bringing his cock further and further into her stall. Brenna felt like a woman possessed, her body moving without any conscious thought. Her boots were still firmly on the floor, but she was stretching closer and closer to the intruding cock, with her butt practically hovering on the edge of the toilet seat.

She told herself she just wanted a better look at it, and she almost believed it. That didn't explain why her hand was getting closer and closer, or why her mouth was watering. Brenna's face was inches away from his cock when she finally worked up the courage to make contact. The man in the other stall groaned and it started to stiffen at her touch.

His dick was harder and smoother than she thought it would be. She held it cautiously and, as if drawn by a magnetic force, got down on her knees. The tile was hard, and cold, but his cock was warm. Brenna gripped it a little tighter and started to slowly move her hand up and down the shaft. The tip was glistening, and Brenna subconsciously licked her lips when she realized it was the man's pre-cum.

There was no point in pretending now. Brenna's whole body was tense, but she knew what she was here for. She leaned her head forward, puckered her lips, and kissed the head of the stranger's cock. It was spongy and salty, and his pre-cum smeared crudely across her lips. She licked them involuntarily, her tongue flicking his tip in the process, tasting his juices. It was more bitter than she would have thought, but she wanted more. A lot more.

Still grasping the base of his shaft with her hand, Brenna started exploring his cock with her mouth. She was glad she hadn't worn any lipstick today as she kissed up and down his shaft. First one side, then the other. He was hairier towards the base, but that made the experience feel more raw and real. Every few kisses, she would dart her tongue through her lips, tasting him more fully.

There was a sheen of her saliva on his cock, now, and she could feel how much easier it was to move her hand now. The man on the other side of the stall was grunting, clearly trying to keep quiet even as the telltale sounds of a blowjob in progress would be clear to anyone walking into the bathroom. Brenna started to jerk him off lightly as she repositioned her mouth back towards the tip, opening her mouth widely as she stared at it directly. It seemed so much bigger when it was hard, and a lot more intimidating.

But Brenna wanted it. She knew that now. More than anything else, she wanted this cock in her mouth. She wanted to feel him stretch her out, use her, and explode inside of her. She opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and pushed forward, gagging slightly as the tip filled her mouth. She relaxed her jaw and opened her mouth wider, straining to fit its girth inside of her.

He started thrusting excitedly inside of her mouth, pushing his body right up against the whole. She gagged and started to sputter, spit dripping down her chin as she coughed. The man backed up as Brenna recovered, clearly willing to take it as slow as she needed to. She tried again, and found it easier to take the second time. She pulled back, applying suction to his head as she didn't quite let the tip pop out of her mouth before diving back in, going a little deeper this time.

Seconds passed, or maybe minutes, as she slowly learned how to blow him. It wasn't at all how she expected her first time to be. There was no romance, no intimacy, and no expectations. She felt like a cheap whore, sucking a stranger's cock right in public, and it filled her with a thrill in her chest and a throbbing in her loins like she had never felt before. His grunts got louder as her mouth got deeper, and her jaw was starting to ache, but she didn't dare stop.

Brenna also didn't dare to speak, or moan, or do anything that might indicate she wasn't just a man horny for cock meeting up in the library's basement. Peter didn't seem to think anyone would mind, but it still seemed like a risk that wasn't worth taking. That was a thrill, too, pretending she was something she wasn't. It preserved the air of mystery, on top of a layer of secrecy.

The taste was getting better and better with every bob of her head. He seemed to be freshly showered, but there was still a potent musk clinging to his skin, especially around his balls. She had avoided them until now, but as she started to work her mouth into a steady rhythm, the slobbering sound echoing off the tiles, she moved her hand from his shaft to his sack, fondling it as gently as she dared.

The man spoke for the first time. "Oh, shit. Don't stop!"

The voice was unfamiliar to her, which was a relief. She took his vocalization as encouragement, and doubled down. His cock was stretching her mouth now, her tongue extended as she wiggled it around his glans and the underside of his shaft. His balls were a lot hairier than his cock, but Brenna was growing to love the way his pubic hair felt in her hand, a masculine reminder of her place.

Pulling off his cock with a pop and a gasp, Brenna took a deep breath. She needed a break, if only for a moment, but didn't want him to be disappointed. She started jerking him off, much faster than the first time. Her fingers seemed to glide effortlessly up and down his cock, and she experimented with different pressures in her hand. She could feel him throbbing in her hand, and he was making a sexy growl in the back of his throat that made her want to dive back on it.

To hell with her jaw, she was going back in. Brenna pounced, ignoring the soreness in her mouth as she attacked his cock ferociously. She wanted it. She was ready. She bobbed up and down his hard cock faster than before, squeezing his dick with her hand as she did. Brenna was just doing what felt right, responding to his groans and moans, and some part of her was no doubt imitating Jessica in the video she had seen last night.

Whatever she was doing, it was working. The man tapped lightly on the wall of the stall and announced in a throaty whisper. "I'm...I'm about to..."