Library Woes
by AmericanWonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED!

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Seriously, check out your public library. If you didn’t know, there’s always new initiatives to increase public funding…for whatever, it seems. Learning programs, computer building, plenty of stuff for the kids…and me. Sorry, that last one wasn’t a hard sell. But Monday mornings were always a drag…and I used to long for people to interact with…now I just want protection.
I caught only a glimpse of their figures from the stained glass windows. A pair of young, fit women, jogging along the pavement. “Nice,” I mumbled to myself and the cameras, watching the outlines of their rumps turn the corner…right through the parking lot. “Niiiice!” I said again, heading up to the front counter. No, I should look busy, official or something. I decided to linger along the center aisles with a book cart, stacking things away. I could hear them chuckling and shuffling across the welcome center. The water fountain went off as I heard them panting aloud. Oh…they were just thirsty and probably entered for a drink. “I need to, like RIGHT NOW,” I heard one of the women say, giggling as her friend responded. “Okay, okay, hold on, let’s just see who’s here.”
What…was this? I held my breath, listening to the direction of their footsteps…wondering if I should introduce myself. My head leaned closer and closer to the edge of the aisle….I saw nothing as I peeked out. Probably because they chose to appear behind me. “Hello, young man,” I heard, deafenly close. I jumped, feeling one of their figures beside me…I jumped again, turning to marvel at the scene just in front of me.

Their bodies were a wonder…much like a bear would be wondrous to behold…at a distance. Up close, their tones tummies dripped sweat on their pink shirts, where breasts announced themselves profoundly, nipples soaked and juicy. There was much to look at…but what kept me locked was the protrudence of flesh just along their crotches…it lifted up their shirts with a distinct outline. The outline of a Futa.
BBBBBBBBBBBBTTTRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTT! The ass of the one on the right all but confirmed my fears. The toot bubbled in a sweaty rankness as she stepped to corner my backside. I’d been online…I knew full well this was a predatory practice of the Futa Goddess. “H-how c-can I help you?” This came out my lips, staring into their dangerously beautiful faces with long blonde hair and dark red lips. The women laughed…I hadn’t even addressed the smell lingering in the air. “Well, we were in the neighborhood,” started the Futa in front of me. “We’ve jogged around here for a while and thought we’d introduce ourselves. The name’s Wanda.” “And I’m Vanessa,” said the Futa behind me, extending her hand for a shake. I took it, hesitantly. Vanessa’s hand tightly held mine as she laughed. “A gentleman, Wanda! See? I told you we’d get good help in here.” Vanessa begun to walk, taking me with her. I gasped, inches from her bubbling fart cannons as we walked. BBBRPPPPTT! PPPTTOOORRTT! FFFBBBRRTTATT! Wanda chuckled, probably watching my disgust as she walked beside me. “P-please,” I begged them. “What are you…are you doin-“ “Oh hush dear,” said Wanda, coming closer. I flinched, watching her penis twinge in her pants, the head of her cock poking her shirt out from her tummy. “We just need a little…cleanup crew to help us out. Isn’t that right, Vanessa?” FFFFBBBRRLLLAABBBRRBBBARPPRRUURRUUT! The pair of Futa’s laughed as Vanessa’s ass launched a wretched, sweaty ripper into my face. Meanwhile I gagged, building up the will to cry as her broccoli and feces fart hit my eyelids.

My dreary summer day job turned into an eerie nightmare as the women’s restroom came into vision. They took me into the dark, fluorescent lighting…removing their pants almost immediately when the door had shut. BBBBBBBBAARRRUUUUUUPPPPTTTTTTTT! I cried aloud, taking in a healthy portion of sweat and beany toot as Wanda bent to take off her pants beside me. The scent lingered, as did her naked ass beside my face. “P-please, just let me go!” I cried, hoping to wake up from the dream.
The last of their clothes hit the floor. I was knelt in front of the powerful Futas, standing proudly beside each other. Their cocks stood erect; I could barely gauge the correct size, seeing as how their massive tits touched their massive heads…and vice versa. All I knew was…they knew. They knew I’d seen Futas somewhere on the internet…they knew a young high school boy like myself was easy prey…and they knew my asshole was a none-too-perfect fit for their cocks. Visions of them invaded my head, bent over my screaming body as they pounded me from behind…in front as well, making good use of my open, screaming mouth. I sprang into action, leaping up to pry open the door…which Wanda obviously locked. She was on me first, laughing as her body pressed against the back of mine. “Ohh, he’s a lively one!” she said, chuckling in my ear. Vanessa came beside her, beginning to undo my pants. “I think he’ll settle down once he gets the rhythm right,” said Vanessa. “Won’t ya, fartboy?” FFFFFTTTRRRRRPPPPPPTTTRRTTT! BBBTTRRRRRUUUUUUUUUTTTTT! Wanda laughed as the two of their asses sprayed the walls with thick, eggy gas. Wanda’s arms simply ripped off my shirt, while her hands felt up my shivering torso. “Oh, don’t scare him!” said Wendy. I yelped as her rod ran along my back, under my legs to poke out with my limp penis. “Vanessa, help him get started, would ya?”
“HHAaaiinn!” My cry was sharp and obnoxious as Vanessa’s hand reached for my cock. But it was only a small touch. Her fingers wrapped around Wanda’s penis, shuffling the cock skin up and down. I almost made the sound again as her hand pushed mine into the fold…we were soon stroking with the same motions. “I’m sure you know the rest, right?” said Vanessa. She smiled while looking into me…and thrusted her cock into the center with Wanda’s. “It’s a lot like a boy penis,” said Wanda. “Just a bit more effort to stroke. Well?” BBBLLTTUUUOORRUUUUUTTTT! I paused, cornered in with the Futa’s as Vanessa farted and scooted in closer. My hands were on either cock. “Wh—what do you want me to do?” I asked them. Vanessa took my left hand in her own cock…and Wanda took my right in hers. “How much do you know about Futas?” Wanda asked, tilting my head into her smiling face. “Besides what you’ve jacked off to?” So they did know…of course. I gasped as Vanessa cupped my dick and balls in her other hand. “Those stories and videos…so unproductive to our kind!” she said; I felt a twinge in my spine as she kissed my left cheek. Wanda scooted closer, trapping my cock and hers into the wall. “My balls ACHE, for release, boy,” she said. I winced as she grunted and lifted a leg. BBBBBBBTTTRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT! A dry, aggressive fart scraped the back of my thighs. “Ahhh…as does my booty of course. A Futa always finds herself so much at ease with a smaller, weaker specimen…no offense.” She kissed my right cheek…on the face. Meanwhile, her penis retracted to retrace itself along my asscrack. It was far more than I was able to handle.
“Pl-please don’t,” I begged, as she adjusted to separate my ass with the head of her cock. I felt it twinge as Wanda giggled behind me. “You better get stroking then, sweetie,” said Wanda. I felt her hand brush my shoulder, pushing me to my knees. Just then, Vanessa gave a grunt and pulled my head backwards. “And sniffin’!” she said. “Can’t forget…that!” We both exclaimed as my head entered a deep, smelly darkness.

BBBRRTTLLLRRUULLLRRRTTTTTTT! An anus the size of my mouth shot hot, spicy fart into my face. I moaned as the sweat and feces soaked fart skewered my lips with a raw chicken taste. Vanessa sighed, shaking her ass victoriously. “Gosh Wanda, you were right…he’s so…darn…cute!” BBRRIIPLLTT! PPRRTUUTT! BBRRIIPPTT! Little farts poked out her bootyhole as she shook her rump with me inside. It was like being tossed in a fart hurricane with ass meat. Wanda laughed and I could feel her cock poking my chest. “We Futas are a bit more considerate than you’d imagine,” she mentioned. I could feel her hands wrap mine around her cock. “So long as we get in the right headspace. Stroke.” PPPPPPPTTTTRRRRRUUUAATTTT! I winced, thankful the fart erupted from an ass I wasn’t encased in.
They kept me locked in this state. I considered tearing my arms from Wanda’s dick, then attempting to pry apart Vanessa’s asscheeks and make a run for it. Each fart within her musky, sweat soaked booty convinced me against it. BBBBTTRRUUUPPPPTTTT! FFRRRTTTOOOOOTTTTTTT! "Oaahhh!” Vanessa would sigh, reaching back to pat my gagging neck as her thighs tightened around me. The smell was overbearing and…intoxicating. I got a sick sense of the spins, feeling her anus poke in and out around the bridge of my nose. Wanda chuckled, stepping back from me. “Give him some air,” she said softly. I gasped as Vanessa opened her booty, letting me collapse to the floor. The two stood overhead, their separate cocks prodding me on the floor. “Come on, big boy!” Vanessa teased. “Up and at em’!” Wanda laughed, helping me to my knees with her arm. “The quicker you service us, the quicker you can go back to…whatever you were doing.” I gulped, taking each cock in either hand, stroking profusely as their asses ripped on either side. BBRRRRRPPPPPPTTTTRRTTTT! PPPRRMMMMBBBUUUTTT! PPLLLTTTOOOOTTTTTTT! I kept my head up; it was the best spot to avoid their ravenous toots slapping across the floor to smell. I still had to witness either penis judging my work…that was, until Wanda decided for another angle.
I gasped, seeing her turn and spread her buttcheeks at me. “Lick,” she said simply, a dirty brownish-pink hole bustling out a tomato and bacon ripper. PPPRRLLMMMMRRBBBRRUUAUUTTT! Vanessa laughed as I gagged, then begun to push me into Wanda’s buttcheeks. “Stroke,” said Vanessa, as she put her cock underneath beside Wanda’s, pulling my hands up to pleasure either of them. It was pure methane and power on either end. I stroked and licked blindly, hoping Wanda’s promise of hard work would soon payoff.

After a time, I wasn’t even sure whose cock I was stroking. Wanda gave me a pretty clear indication of whose farts I was currently smelling. PPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT! BBRRUUUTTPAALLTPOOTTSSHTT! They were shit-soaked and wet with my own saliva. I groaned in disgust, simply hanging my tongue out and panting. I was too delirious to stroke. The Futas grunted in pleasure. I was allowed to slide to the floor.
In a haze, I saw Vanessa spank Wanda, separating her mighty ass. Their feet kicked me as Vanessa and Wanda moved to enter and receive, enter and receive…as I panted, helpless underneath them. With the smell directly removed it almost looked like…nature. Beautiful at a distance, like I mentioned…that was, until Vanessa paused to grunt. “Hrgghh!...ohhh…”. She exited Wanda momentarily, using her own hands to spread her ass as she bent. I gazed in wonderment as her dark brown asshole poked out a challenge to my senses…and well-being, if I was being honest. BBBBRRLLLROWOPPROOTTTT! The turd was sized to a mini-football, slamming onto my chest. Vanessa grunted; she had more to expel, slamming across my neck and torso. Wanda laughed as I gagged and rolled around wearily. “I doubt you’ve seen THIS in too many videos, hmm boy?” PPPPPRRRRUUUUAAUURRRTTTT! Vanessa sighed, sharting her last to have me gag upon her prolapsed asshole above me. It soon closed as she stood up to return fucking Wanda. I could offer no response, as I passed out beneath them.

“Shhh…wake up boy.” At Wanda’s command, I did, happy to stare into her beautiful brown eyes instead of her disgusting pink poophole. Yet it eluded me nonetheless. PPPTTRR---BBRRUUSSHHUUOPUTTT! I whined aloud as her ass erupted beneath me. She chuckled, pushing my face into her breasts. The sharts continued. BBBPPPSSHHTTOSSHOOTTTT! PPPRRROOOOUUSSHHBBTTTTT! “Ahh…almost over dear,” she whispered into my ear. I noticed she held me like a baby, seated atop a toilet as her ass erupted below. Her cock poked beneath my thighs, standing at attention. So did mine, as Vanessa begun sliding her mouth around my penis.
I looked at Vanessa, aghast as she slid up and down my member…devouring it whole. PPPRRTTUUSSHHHOUURRMMBBOTT! She didn’t seem too bothered by Wanda’s asshole sharting just among her breathing space. Wanda stroked my hair and tore me from her breasts. “You have a job to do fartboy.” She said, indicating towards her penis. I groggily begun to stroke. BBBBRRLLLSSTUUSSSHHUOUUUTTPPRRTUUTT! “Ahhhh!” cried Wanda, as her asshole poured the liquid feces among our breathing spaces. I stroked harder, hearing a bit of shit slap among the spaces of her ass onto the floor. “When we are done, you WILL clean up after us,” said Wanda. “Can you do this?” Vanessa had increased her suction. I gasped aloud into Wanda’s right boob. “Yes! Yes I can!” Vanessa hadn’t shortened her grip upon my cries. I tugged harder on Wanda’s cock. She stroked my hair as the world seemed to bubble towards a universal climax. BBLLRRUUSSHHPPOOUURRRUOUUUTTTTT! Wanda whisked my hands away as she sighed and pointed her cock outwards of the stall.
The semen flowed in harsh pints across the room. I saw feces splattered on the mirror, semen on the walls and floor…I added my own to the mess as Vanessa withdrew her lips with a smile. I moaned in ecstasy, as the greatest orgasm flittered through my penis in small spurts. The two Futas laughed and rose; Wanda carried me like a small child, only stopping to bend her ass into the stall once more. PPTTURURHHSSSHHHBBUURRRHHSSLLRHHSUTTT! Her feces coated the walls as she sighed, messily avoiding anything but the toilet. With that, she laid me onto the floor, allowing me to marvel in their glory as they stood above me. I stared into either large, limp cock, still dripping with their fluids. “Where’s your paper towels?” Vanessa asked. I wearily pointed my nose towards the dispenser, noticing just how horrendous this room smelt. The two laughed, helping me to me feet. “We’re going to need more than that, boy,” spoke Wanda. They threw me my tattered clothes…and off we went to the supply closet.

I had only one roll left as they wiped and carelessly discarded cum and feces soaked paper towels onto the floor. Five rolls, a weeks’ worth of cleaning material…gone in a morning. I guess afternoon, now. The Futas approached me, fully clothed as I stood in front of the women’s restroom, wondering how I would ever clean up the mess. Or any further mess.

“We share a special pact now, boy,” explained Wanda. “Should we ever need to empty ourselves, we expect you to be present and at the ready.” BBBBLLLLRRUUUMMMPPBBBTTT! I winced as she turned to jesterly poke her farting booty in my direction. Vanessa was next in line, tucking my face into her sweaty groin. “I think I may stop in for that ‘late night reading club’ on the board!” she told me. “Maybe you can tell us a bedtime story, huh fartboy?” With that, they laughed and left, leaving me to soak in their juices. So, for clarification, if anyone would like to come in for assistance…anytime Monday through Friday would be fantastic. Visit your local library.