Venice ran her finger up the bridge of her nose. \u00a0It was pure habit – she’d abandoned her clunky librarian glasses years ago, after the laser surgery, but it was as ingrained in her as her adoration of books. \u00a0She kept an eye on the three shuffling young men who had just entered and were drifting towards the dusty archive section. \u00a0One was white and looked a lot like her kid brother, with blonde hair and freckles; the other two could have been twins, their dark skin absorbing the light as they vanished beyond where she could see them.<\/p>\n
Trying to perfect her disapproving librarian stare, Venice stood up and scanned the library. \u00a0There was a graduate student in one corner, dutifully spread-eagled across her homework, but otherwise the building was empty. \u00a0With a sigh – she could never leave well enough alone, and she knew it – Venice sidled away from the desk and made a beeline for the archives.<\/p>\n
She had to navigate a bit of a maze to find them, but at least she found the trio, lounging against the shelves in a tight half-circle. \u00a0She cleared her throat. \u00a0"Excuse me. \u00a0Can I help you find something?“<\/p>\n
One of the twins raised a hand in greeting. \u00a0"Hey, suga’. \u00a0Got a quiiiiet little corner back here.” \u00a0He dragged out the I so the pinch in Venice’s gut tightened and drifted lower. \u00a0Without thinking she rested her hands on her hips, just above the line of her slacks.<\/p>\n
“Yes,” she said, then cleared her throat because three pairs of eyes belonging to three well-built, good-looking, inevitably well-hung men were boring into her. \u00a0"Ahem. \u00a0Yes. \u00a0I do. \u00a0And I want to keep it that way, so what can I help you find?“ \u00a0She tried to stand taller, but all 5’5” of her was minuscule in comparison to the bulk surrounding her.<\/p>\n
They shifted closer, and Venice felt her heart in her pussy, its throbbing ever quickening. \u00a0This was something she’d barely let herself admit she’d dreamed about. \u00a0This was one of the deepest, darkest fantasies she had, one she’d never let surface, even in her open relationship with Ken. \u00a0That was long gone, and she hadn’t been fucked properly in months (though there was that one hipster at the bar, but he’d been laughable), and – their eyes, their stances were very clear. \u00a0They wanted her.<\/p>\n
All of them.<\/p>\n
She realized she must have conveyed the same with her gaze, because they backed off just a bit now and a ripple of knowing laughter ran around the circle. \u00a0Venice’s cheeks burned and she ducked to peek out into the library. \u00a0All was still quiet. \u00a0On an impulse, she dashed out towards the door and flipped the sign: “Out, Back Later, Will Return in One (1) Hour.” \u00a0She turned the lock, too. \u00a0The grad student had dozed off and did not even stir.<\/p>\n
Venice darted back to where the men were waiting, her fingers working to unbutton her blouse. \u00a0By the time she returned, her shirt was off and dangling at her waist where it was still tucked into her slacks, and both the twins had their cocks out. \u00a0The white boy was still unzipping his jeans, but soon three sizeable dicks were waiting in a circle for her.<\/p>\n
Barely able to breathe, Venice knelt down in the center and reached for all three, two with her hands and one with her mouth. \u00a0Her lips closed around the nearest twin’s cock. \u00a0He tasted like baby powder and cheap cologne and hungry sweat. \u00a0She was readying herself to take him deeper when he grabbed the back of her head and plunged into her throat.<\/p>\n
Venice gagged uncontrollably around the mass of pulsing flesh. \u00a0She tried to pull away, to breathe, but he held her there by the hair. \u00a0Even as she blinked away tears from the blow, Venice could not deny that she was turned on. \u00a0More than turned on: she was unleashed. \u00a0She clamped her teeth gently around the cock and tugged without moving, just using her neck, and was rewarded with a satisfied sigh from the man. \u00a0Her hands kept working when she remembered to move them.<\/p>\n
Finally he let her go and she turned to his brother, closing the distance with small steps of her knees. \u00a0His hair and flesh smelled the same, but he tasted wilder, woodier, like a room that has been opened to a forest. \u00a0He was less violent, so she was able to gaze up at him with her wide brown eyes, thrilled when he smiled through the contortions of pleasure.<\/p>\n
Suddenly she was grabbed from behind and someone roughly undid her slacks, yanking them down her legs. \u00a0The twin she was blowing dove both his hands into her bra and released her tits so they swung brazenly when she moved. \u00a0Her ass was pulled into the air and her hands hit the floor. \u00a0It was the white boy behind her; he even moved like her brother, swinging with every step he took. \u00a0He positioned himself behind her while the twins shoved their cocks in her face. \u00a0Venice frantically licked them both, back and forth, while the third cock hovered at her entrance.<\/p>\n
Then it was in her ass, not her pussy, lubed by a wad of spit the white boy dropped just before he pushed inside of her. \u00a0Venice could have screamed as guilt and pleasure overcame her, but her inner librarian squawked, “INSIDE VOICE!” and she muffled it against the carpet. \u00a0As he slammed into her, the white boy grunted. \u00a0The twins chuckled under their breath. \u00a0One knelt down on the carpet and offered her his very erect cock. \u00a0Through her tears, Venice reached for him and sucked hard. \u00a0There was no recovering now – she was lost in the adrenaline.<\/p>\n
With a final heave, the white boy came in her ass, his ill-cut nails digging into her sides. \u00a0Venice arched her back and took him as deep as she could, having to catch her breath as he popped out and sat back, hard. \u00a0The twin in her mouth yanked himself free and wrenched her around so he could delve into her pussy. \u00a0He was massive, but compared to the ass fucking he felt like a dream. \u00a0Venice let herself fall into the rhythm, focusing only on the sound of her bare thighs slapping his.<\/p>\n
The other twin tipped her chin back and made her open her eyes. \u00a0"Yeah, take it like a bitch.“ \u00a0He was grinning, his teeth very white in the dim light. \u00a0Venice opened her mouth and he slid his cock inside, holding her head so he rammed into the back of her throat. \u00a0She was skewered from both ends – now a third place, as the twin behind her slid his finger into her lubed asshole. \u00a0He wriggled it vigorously as he increased his thrusting; as if on the same wavelength, his brother did the same. \u00a0Venice was completely filled. \u00a0The pain was excruciatingly wonderful. \u00a0She knew exactly how brutalized she would feel tomorrow, and all she wanted was more.<\/p>\n
She came, uncontrollably shaking and writhing against them. \u00a0The cock in her mouth squirted first, gushing warm and thick down her throat. \u00a0Venice swallowed obediently and gasped for air, her hips convulsing as the finger in her asshole pumped with the ferocity of a vibrator. \u00a0Then the cock in her pussy hardened, pulsed, came. \u00a0The twin shoved her away and she was left in a shivering heap on the floor.<\/p>\n
Above her, three pairs of jeans zipped and buttoned. \u00a0Three pairs of Nike tennis shoes clunked past her head. \u00a0None of them said a word. \u00a0Venice did not dare lift her head. \u00a0She wanted them to leave before she stood and collected what remained of her dignity. \u00a0She stared almost unseeingly into the row of archived books, and it was only when she realized she was reaching to put them in the correct order that she knew she would be just fine.<\/p>\n
Shakily, she stood and dressed. \u00a0Her legs would not hold her, so she hobbled back to her desk and sat down with relief. \u00a0Blood pumped in her lower extremities and she could hear her heart in her ears.<\/p>\n
The grad student raised her head, wiping drool from the corner of her mouth. \u00a0She caught Venice’s gaze across the room and smiled. \u00a0"Quiet in here,” she said.<\/p>\n
“Yes,” Venice said, her hand slipping into her pants and touching her engorged clit. \u00a0She was already reminiscing, a coy smile on her trembling lips. \u00a0"Quiet. \u00a0Sure.“<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Venice ran her finger up the bridge of her nose. \u00a0It was pure habit – she’d abandoned her clunky librarian glasses years ago, after the laser surgery, but it was as ingrained in her as her adoration of books. \u00a0She kept an eye on the three shuffling young men who had just entered and were … <\/p>\n