0 comments/ 11365 views/ 0 favorites The Library By: prerafaelite As I stand in the library of the very large, old Victorian house, I look around me. The walls are lined with old books from floor to ceiling, there are a number of first editions in this impressive collection, most of them are leather bound, the smell of them is lingering in the air. The oak panelling makes the room dark and there is a fire blazing in the grate that gives the room a cosy feel to it. There are two antique red leather chesterfields in the centre of the room, one on either side of the fireplace for sitting and reading on, the leather looks worn with age but gives them the character that makes them so attractive. In one corner of the room is a huge oak captains desk with a matching red leather insert in the top and a brass banker's lamp set to one side. The room is filled with the smell of oiled timber, leather, burning coal and old books. The waxed wooden floor has a few Persian carpets scattered around for comfort and warmth. I walk slowly around the room, running my fingers over the spines of the books enjoying the feel of them, wondering who has read them, smiling to myself because I know I should not be touching them without wearing gloves, in fact, knowing I should not even be in here. This is a very masculine room, and that is one of the reasons why it is so appealing to me. I should not be in here without permission though, this is not my house, and I am a guest here, but I am excited by the risk of being caught. The oak panelled door creaks open behind me and a man enters the room. He goes straight to the desk, sits behind it, and watches me. My hands immediately leave the books the minute I hear the door open but I still blush guiltily. Apart from the crackling of the fire, the silence in the room is deafening. The man continues to watch me in silence. He is very distinguished, calm but with a depth to him that is not necessarily apparent on first glance unless he wants it to be. It is you, lover. Your eyes bore into me; I can feel my nipples tightening just from your sultry look, they are standing out proudly underneath my sweater, the texture of the garment rasping against them with each breath I take. Exquisite torture. Your gaze roves over me; so intense it is as if you are actually touching me, my belly contracts in anticipation of what is to come. Without taking your eyes off me, you reach into the bottom drawer of your desk. You pull out a pair of leather wrist restraints and a pair of ankle shackles and throw them down on the top of the desk. Again, you reach into the drawer, this time pulling out a multi stranded suede whip, approximately two-foot long and throw that down on the desk also. My breathing quickens as I watch you intently, I am starting to tremble with excitement at the possibilities of what you intend to do with me. In silence you stand, and move to the front of your desk. I lower my eyes instinctively and wait. You pick up the ankle shackles and drop them at my feet, I do not need to be told what to do with them, you point to them and I just know, so, bending to the floor I secure them about my ankles, leaving my stiletto healed shoes on. You pick up the wrist restraints and move closer to me, you help me to rise by placing a hand under my elbow and I can smell you as I offer you my wrists, inhaling deeply the rich masculine scent that fits perfectly with you and your room. You fasten the leather bands around my wrists and then you turn away from me as I frown, wondering why you are leaving me. I watch you move over to the panelling next to the door and unhook the chord from the cleats on the wall. Looking up, I see the block and tackle suspended from the ceiling above me lower to where you can reach it. You take my wrists and fasten them to the block. Moving back over to the wall again, you raise my hands over my head by tightening the attached cord that you then fasten securely to the wall cleats again. Reaching under one of the chesterfields you pull out a spreader bar. Gasping, I watch as you fit it to my ankles, spreading my legs wide and making my skirt ride high up my thighs. The sound of my breathing is competing with the sound of the crackling flames of the fire. You move back to the desk again, and from the top drawer remove a curve bladed rescue knife. The steel of the blade glints in the firelight as you hold it up to inspect its edge. Grabbing the hem of my skirt, you rip the knife up the seam, leaving me exposed to the air from the waist down, the small red lace thong I am wearing the only thing covering my lower body. With my hands so high above my head, my breasts are pushed forward so they are standing out waiting eagerly for your touch, the braless shape of them a delight to you, discernable by the way that you are looking at them. You roll my tight sweater up over my breasts, exposing them to your eyes and you smile for the first time as you look at me. I swallow hard as you take a nipple between your fingers and pull it, rolling it between your thumb and forefinger making me gasp again. Bending your head forward you take one burgeoning nipple into your mouth; my breath hisses out between my teeth as you bite down hard on me, sucking me, tongue laving at my nipple, suckling me with delight. I close my eyes and moan softly as you torment me. You pick up your riding crop and run it up the inside of my thighs and drag it over my pussy, stopping to give me a quick gentle flick on my mound with the tip, making me shiver in response. Taking a step back from me, you raise the crop and tap the end of my nipples with tip, watching as they get harder and redder as you strike them repeatedly. When they are sufficiently red and they please you, you replace the crop with the whip. This time you raise your hand to shoulder height and bring the whip whooshing down to connect with my white-fleshed buttocks. The slapping sting of the whip echoes around the room as I a hold my breath waiting for more. Again you strike me, the suede tassels of the whip slapping against my skin turning it a vivid pink, the sensations flowing straight through to my clitoris making me whimper with delight. You speak for the first time. "You know why I am doing this to you don't you?" you ask. I bow my head and nod in acknowledgement. " Yes Sir, I neglected to get permission to enter here. But I so wanted to be in this room , to see and smell it again." "Well then, you know what the consequences are for your actions," you say. You raise your hand to me again and strike my buttocks repeatedly with the whip until I am holding myself up by the wrist restrains, panting so hard and on the verge of orgasm, but you don't let me come, it doesn't suit you to let me come just yet, you haven't finished with me. My cheeks are stinging with the force of your ministrations; my body is on fire with desire for you. I whimper again as you put the whip down and pick up the crop. You are standing behind me and the cool leather of the crop feels marvellous against the hot flesh of my inner thighs as you run it up and down over my skin. You grab the side of my thong and rip it from my body, letting it slide down my other leg to pool at my foot. The crop is cold as you run it across my cunt, from back to front, again and again, making me quake with desire for you and only you. I am yours, I belong to you. From your pocket you pull out two cloverleaf nipple clamps, I stare at them as you show me; I have never seen them before. They are attached to a third smaller clamp by a chain and I watch with rapt fascination as you attach the clamps to my nipples and the smaller one you bend forward and attach to my clit as my breath escapes my body in one huge rush. Panting, I watch as you undo the zipper of your trousers. You move behind me so that I cannot see but only feel you as you press your erection into my buttocks. Sliding your cock between my cheeks, I feel you slipping over my cunt, gathering the hot wetness there on the end of your cock. You reach forward, clasp the chains in your hand, and tug gently on them. My body is on fire for you, sensations ripping through me, waiting and wanting more of you, I am like a coiled spring ready to explode. You place the head of your cock at the entrance to my ass. I am shaking uncontrollably now, God how I want you. "Please I whisper," as you thrust into me making me flinch. The feel of you inside me is unbelievably intense, and I love it. You tug on the chains with one hand and with the other you flick the crop over the front of my thighs, pumping into me hard. I feel faint with the sensations you are evoking and as you get closer to your release you whisper in my ear, " Are you mine lover? Are you my slave? Are you my woman? "Yes, yes, YES!" I say. "Then come for me lover!" you shout as you bite into my shoulder. The electrifying sensations are all too much and I convulse in front of you, squeezing down on your cock as my body shudders in a blistering orgasm that rips through me, sending shock waves coursing through my veins tipping you over the edge also, feeling you thrusting against me as you empty your hot silk into my body as you lean over me. As your breathing steadies, you unhook my wrists and release my ankles. You carry me over to the chesterfield by the fire and lay me down and then you spread yourself out next to me, holding me close and stroking my hair, kissing me tenderly and smiling down at me. "I adore you sweet baby," you tell me. "I love you," I say smiling, "I am yours to do with as you wish. Forever yours." "You may sleep now my dear," you whisper as my eyes close. The Library It had been a long day. I had thrashed out the bones of the first two chapters but wasn't terribly excited with what lay before me. The characters seemed okay, but the locations were bland, causing the story to lack that "grab" I was hoping for. Heavy competition in the Science Fiction field meant that I was off to the library in the hopes of gaining the inspiration necessary to save the start of my most recent book. Like any other, the dusty old building was desperately in need of the funding necessary to fix the facade and update the interior. However, being situated in a blue-ribbon seat, no one was willing to allocate any funds for such a project. But for my purposes, it was perfect. I knew that I would find examples of gothic architecture while enveloped in the libraries outdated atmosphere. Just inside the entrance was the librarian's counter, an old-fashioned teak monstrosity chipped and scratched through years of use. Behind it stood a woman nearly as old and scratched as the counter itself. She looked down her nose at me as I walked past, returning to her a confident smile. Behind the counter, rows of chairs lined two long tables stretching back into the dim lighting and maze of shadows. I was about to walk down to the far end when I saw her. My eyes were drawn first to the beautiful profile before me, but quickly traveled to the smooth softness of her neck as her fingers stretched to tame wavy blonde hair. She was clearly concentrating, biting her bottom lip as she pored over the architecture drawings spread out before her. I didn't mind, I knew that I could look her over at my leisure as I chose my spot to sit. My gaze traveled downward, following a soft shoulder to her breast, resting lightly on the table as she leaned forward. The light summer dress she was wearing clearly could not hide a bra, with the thin shoulder straps being the only covering above her chest. As I sat down she looked up, and for a brief moment our eyes met. I was struck by their brightness; a vivid blue even behind the small wire rimed glasses she wore. I busied myself with the notepads and sketches I had brought, trying to pull my mind away from this woman across the table. I stood and walked over to the indexes, looking up the references I would need. As I turned to make my way to the shelves, out of the corner of my eye I caught the slight movement of her head as it ducked down out of view. I made like I hadn't seen it and strolled around the desk to the shelves, back into the dimness once more. I turned and could see her back clearly, as she rested her head on one hand. I could see now the knee-length dress she wore with low slip-on shoes, one hanging off the toe of her crossed legs. Nice legs too from what I could see, although my angle of viewing left something to be desired. Just the same, a very attractive package, and I felt a familiar quickening, a stirring of the blood that made it all the hard to concentrate on the purpose of my visit. She had a sensual quality, such that I spent a great deal more time admiring my view of her than looking for books. I shook my head, pulled out some architecture books almost at random and headed back around the table. I tried to concentrate on the books scattered before me, but I felt my attention return time and again to the woman opposite. I thumbed through the well worn volumes, looking for anything that would capture my focus, that would get her image out of my head, but for every attempt to focus, my gaze keep drifting. She got up and wandered back to the shelves where I had been. She was a few inches shorter than I had imagined, but every inch as attractive. I felt the blood stir as I watched her dally, flicking the books with her fingers as she walked down the row. She seemed to be concentrating on the titles, but that was when it dawned on me that this was not a search for a book, but a display. She was aware of my attention, and was paying just as much to me! I don't know how I knew, and yet it was one of those certainties that when realized become a rock-solid belief that was unassailable. As if to prove my point, she frowned and returned to the table without picking out any books at all. Now it was different. I could feel a charge of electricity in the air, a static burst of attraction. As she sat down, her bare leg brushed against the outside of mine. Her skin tickled the hairs on my leg like fine fire, and I almost jumped. I leaned my leg out until it rested against hers solid skin-on-skin contact for the first time. I kept my head down looking at the nonsense pages in front of me, as I could see she did. She moved her leg, just a fraction, up and down against mine, but I understood. Ours was to be an elaborate quiet courtship, all hidden under solid teak respectability. I moved my leg up and down, growing bolder in my tender caresses. Her leg moved as well, mirroring my movements. I made an effort to control my breathing, to concentrate all my senses on that small patch of intimate contact. I used my other foot to gently slip off the runner that I had on that leg, leaving my sock on. I brought my leg back, my knee circling hers as the inside of my leg now rested on the inside of hers, a thousand times more sensitive. She lifted her leg slightly, and I felt the sole of her foot gently stroke my calf, tantalizing softness as it moved. I waited for my turn, realizing that it may not come as her foot traveled higher. Up my calf, pausing at my knee with an awkward stance, then straightening out as it rested against my thigh just short of the hem of my shorts. There she paused, and I took the opportunity to lift my leg, placing it under her dress next to her soft thigh, the heel now on her chair. I gently moved it in until my foot rested against her thigh, skin touching all the way along, from thigh to knee to calf. We both stopped for a moment. I leaned back in my chair, holding a large volume in front of me, while she was still bent over her books with her chin in her hands. Her foot began a small circling motion where it touched my thigh, my cock already rock hard in my shorts only inches away. I did the same, feeling the heat from her pussy on the sole of my foot. I slid down a few inches on my chair, and gradually slid my foot along that soft welcoming mat until I felt the slippery satin of her panties contact with my toes. I felt her stiffen and I froze, just for an instant. Then she relaxed, and sat forward slightly in her chair, pushing back harder against my foot. I traced the line of her pussy lips under the cloth; my toes had never been so sensitive. Her lips were puffy, easily separating under my insistent toes as I felt the moisture within. I felt her tremble as I traced up and down her length, opening her through the cloth. I saw her right hand leave her chin and slowly travel down under the table. A moment later I felt it touch my foot, gently stroking it before moving up and lifting her panties aside. A soft caress on my toes and her hand returns above the table, her pussy now exposed to my probing. Her eyes lift for just a moment, meeting mine, twinkling. A small secret smile and her eyes return to the papers in front of her. My toes return to the moist haven between her legs. Her pussy is wide and moist, and I stroke from her clit all the way down to her entrance, my toes covering the whole width of her inner lips. Her hips are rolling in tiny movements with my stroking. I casually look around, but no one seems to be paying the slightest attention to us. Frankly I wouldn't have cared, if she had wanted me to pull out my cock and fuck her on the desk in front of everyone I would have, but this was more fun, this secret sharing. My toes press harder against her clit, feeling the hard little nub press back. I squeezed it between my toes, caught in the rough cotton. As I felt her body press back, I could almost feel her pressure build, urgent, crying for release. Her foot moved forward, landing squarely on my cock, but hampered by my shorts. I left my cock in my pants, wanting to concentrate on her pleasure. Still, her bare foot stroked my rock-hard cock with delightful pleasure, urging me to go faster. I responded, stroking harder. I could feel that she was not far from cumming. Her face was getting flushed and I could see her biting her bottom lip to keep from moaning. He hips were pressed hard back against my foot as I roughly ground her clit. Moisture covered my toes, soaking half my foot as she struggled to keep her ass from moving too much. I could see the restraint, her breathing quiet but harsh, small quick rasping breaths that grew faster and faster as she got closer and closer to her climax. My foot could feel the pressure as her clit poked back hard at me, daring to be stroked harder. Just as I could feel her trembling start, I lowered my toes and entered her, just an inch or so with my fat big toe, stretching her as I quickly fucked her with my foot. She leaned back, seemingly thinking, but under the table her hips bucked in tiny movements as my toes attempted to force their way into her pussy. Her bottom lip was white where her teeth pressed into it, almost ready to draw blood as she came, her whole body minutely trembling. I pushed as hard as she did, her foot almost grinding my cock back into my pelvic bone as my toe plunged quickly in and out of her body. Just as she started to come down the pressure sent a second toe squeezing past her entrance, bringing on a second round of trembling. For an eternity her body was tensed, gradually relaxing, her foot gradually withdrawing from my crotch. A slow casual look around showed no interest by anyone else, we were alone in our own private world of pleasure. I could feel her pussy lips flutter around my toes as I reluctantly withdrew my foot, caressing her thigh on the way out, moisture leaving a slick cold trail down that soft inner flesh. She sat back a little further in her chair, casually reaching down to obviously return her panties to the normal position. She looked directly at me, a sly smile on her beautiful features. For a moment we held each other's gaze, before she leaned forward, pointing at the books in front of me. "Excuse me, but I noticed the books you were looking at, I think I know the sort of things that would interest you, would you like me to show you where they can be found?" I dumbly nodded, entranced by the opportunity. She stood and turned, picking up one of the books in front of her. I quickly slipped my foot back into my runner, glad that I always wore them loose. She led off down towards the back of the library, turning down one dusty corridor after another, past students, borrowers and books in trolleys. The corridor that she finally turned into seemed dimmer than the rest, but the same, walled in by ceiling high bookshelves, ending in a dead end. But as we got to the end I saw why she had chosen this particular set of shelves. The shelves took a sharp right turn and ended about 6 feet further, a quiet secret place. The books looked like they had lain undisturbed for many years, the home for unpopular volumes. A librarian's ladder stood there leaning casually against the end. As soon as it became obvious that we were hidden from sight, she turned and captured my lips in hers, her arms wrapping around my back and neck. She was only a few inches shorter than me, perfect height for kissing, and we made the most of it. Her lips and tongue tangled with mine as my hands reached to squeeze those delightful breasts through her dress. Her hands dived straight to my shorts, unbuttoning them and drawing out my cock, still hard and expectant. She moaned into my mouth, as she rapidly stroked it, no time for subtlety. I could feel her nipples poking through the thin fabric, hard against my palm as she pulled back, a hungry look on her face. She turned and grabbed the ladder, spreading her legs and lifting her skirt, then moving her saturated panties aside. A perfect rear view, pussy delightfully framed by soft thighs, wet and wanting. I could have stayed and looked at the delightful sight all day, but I felt the same driving need in my crotch that she did. I moved forward, guiding my cock into that moist warm opening. I plunged in deeply, knowing how ready she was. She moaned and I started moving quickly, no time to stretch out the pleasure. Long quick strokes, drawing out until only the very tip of my cock was still in her pussy, then ramming it deep within her. I could feel the inner walls of her pussy dragging on the skin of my cock, slippery and sensitive. Her ass was banging back against my thighs, flesh bouncing as we met. I reached around and under her dress, my hands finding her breasts, firm flesh swinging backward and forward under my assault. I grabbed them hard, twisting the nipples between my fingers and squeezing the flesh together. She moaned and arched her back. Letting go of the ladder with one hand she reached back under and I could feel her hand on my balls, squeezing with a roughness that mirrored my own. I knew that I could not last long, and hoped that I could last long enough for her. I reached down under her body with my right hand, over her straining belly to soft curls, spreading her upper lips wide as my fingers sought her clit, desperate to make her cum. I found it ready, hard and wet, and captured it between index and first finger, massaging swiftly. She moaned more loudly, and I became aware of other voices in the nearby bookstalls. Not close enough to see, but perhaps to hear. It was too late now, as she let go of my balls and placed her hand over mine as I ravaged her clit, encouraging more pressure. Her rhythm came faster and faster, pounding back against me, harder, over and over. She whimpered as I felt her body tense, not moving for an instant as I could feel the seed boiling up inside me. She seemed to fly apart in an instant as she came, bucking under me, uncontrollable. The dam burst inside me and I pounded the cum into her, thrusting over and over, grasping her hips to pound harder. We slowed together, gradually coming down to our surroundings. The voices that I could hear had not changed, still discussing whatever mundane reality they lived in, looking for the pleasures in books that I had found in real life. I gradually pulled my softening cock out of her reluctantly, and leaned up against the bookshelf, breathing hard. She stayed there for a moment, framing that wonderful view, before fixing her dress and panties. She turned and stood close, taking my cock in her hand, giving it a few delightful strokes as she kissed me deeply. "Stay here for a few minutes, okay?" she whispered to me in a breathy voice. The hairs on my neck stood up as her moist breath washed over them, and I nodded. One last squeeze and she was gone, casually walking back around the corner as if nothing had happened. I quickly put my cock back in my shorts, straightened myself out, and made myself presentable. I picked up the book she had bought with her, and started to flick through it to pass the time. About half way through, I came upon the perfect picture for my story, a delightful half ruint castle in Scotland. The moss covered rocks, the broken down walls, the general air of abandonment, it said it all. I tucked it under my arm and took a deep breath, trying to control my still racing heart. As I walked out of the aisles, sure of the stares I was receiving, I desperately tried to control the idiot grin that seemed fixed to my face. All too soon it disappeared, as I realized the seat across from me was now empty. My heart crashed, then recovered, as was its way. I realized it was what it was, a fantastic afternoon rendezvous, kept alive in memories. To extend the event would be to detract from the spontaneity of it, and I smiled. "Besides," I thought, "there may be a next time." I certainly intended to come here more often, as you never know what other fantastic adventures I might find delving between the pages of a book. I tucked the book under my arm and jauntingly strode to the librarian's desk to checkout the book, the idiot grin firmly back, planted fair and square in the middle of my face. My novel would have an interesting dedication: "To those who dare to risk, those who dream beyond daily cares, those who know the pleasure that comes from a strangers caress, this book is for you." The Library It was late on Friday night. I was on the seventh floor of the library doing research for my thesis. The place was deserted. The library isn't normally very well populated on Friday night, but this was the Friday before Fall break. As a result, the whole campus was empty -- especially the seventh floor of the library. I was looking forward to a productive evening. With no distractions, I could plow through several volumes of old journals. I could read all those papers that I had been avoiding for the past two months. Unfortunately, it didn't happen. It was not more than 15 minutes after I stationed myself four feet from the end of the 651.03358 isle before she arrived. She was definitely an undergraduate -- a freshman, maybe a sophomore. She had beautiful black hair, a high forehead, and small, sharp features. She was wearing a loose blouse and a short skirt that just showed her knees as she walked. I remember thinking that her clothes looked a little cool for the season. She glanced around briefly before settling down into the study carrel three isles down from me. From where I was I could see her in profile by peeping over the top of the bottom row of books. I felt a little annoyed at her intrusion. I glared at her as she took a small book out of her purse and began to read. Perhaps she would go away soon. Several minutes passed while I read the paper that was opened before me. There was absolute silence at first. However, after awhile I became aware of what sounded like faint panting coming from her direction. "Oh..., Oh..., Oh..." When I looked up, ready to complain about the barely audible noise, my eyes were greeted with the sight of this beautiful woman masturbating! She had spread her legs under the carrel and had slouched down into her chair. She held her paperback with one hand while her other moved gently between her open legs. I could see that she had pulled up her skirt, but from my vantage point I couldn't tell much else. "Oh..." I didn't know what to do. If I moved, she would hear me and the embarrassment would be unbearable. If I stayed, I'd be intruding. I watched her hand move back and forth between her legs. God, it was erotic! Suddenly, she sighed and shifted her weight. She lifted her hand to turn a page and then slid it back between her legs to resume its earlier motion. I heard her breath deeply. She had her mouth open as she read, panting slightly. Her hand stroked steadily. Her skirt had lifted enough for me to see the beginning of her buttock. I could see her muscles tense periodically. She was pointing her toes. Soon she was panting loudly. Her breath came in short gasps. As she read her expression was intense. Her eyes and lips were wet. Her cheeks were flushed. I could hear wet lapping sounds that were in time with her strokes. Finally, she put the book down and let her other hand fall between her legs. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. I could hear the wetness very plainly. "Ohhhh," she moaned softly. One hand moved while the other didn't. I wished that I could see what she was doing more clearly. "Oh yesss. That feels good," she whispered. She opened her eyes and looked down toward her hands. She smiled slightly. "fucking good." She began to watch herself. She seemed to be fascinated with the motion between her legs. Her masturbation began to speed up. Although she was quieter than before, she had an expression of intense concentration on her face. Both of her hands began to move and a satisfied smile came across her face. Her motions grew faster and more insistent. Suddenly, her expression changed: Her eyes widened and then closed. Her stroking slowed and deepened. Her head fell forward onto her chest and she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Her body quivered for several seconds and then relaxed. She had come. I was rubbing my cock through my pants. I was aroused and wanted some relief myself, but I wasn't sure what to do. Unlike the beautiful woman before me, I was afraid to masturbate right there on the seventh floor of the library. I was afraid to move. I was afraid that, now that she was done, she'd get up and find me watching her. I waited breathlessly. After a short rest, she opened her eyes and started masturbating again. "Good," I thought, relieved that I didn't have to do anything yet, "the show's not over." She was only moving one hand, and her strokes looked short and gentle. Nevertheless, they were very effective. She gasped with each and after a few moments, she speeded up. "Yes," she hissed, closing her eyes, "Oh yesss." In less than a minute of rapid stroking, her body shuddered as another orgasm swept through her, stronger than before. After a short rest, she opened her eyes and continued. As before she masturbated slowly at first, but quickly built up speed. She crashed into her third climax less than a minute after her second. She softly groaned as she peaked. It was a beautiful sight. Afterward, she continued masturbating without any rest at all. Her brow knitted in concentration and she bit her lower lip. Her stroking was vigorous. In only a few seconds she came again --- this time with a much loader moan. "Unngghh!" This orgasm lasted much longer than the others. It was obviously the most intense one so far. For twenty or thirty seconds I watched her shudder with pleasure. However, after her initial moan she made no sounds except an occasional gasp. When it was finally over, she sighed and, removing her hand from between her legs, sat up in her chair. I tensed up. "Whew," I heard her say to herself as she straightened out her clothes a bit. She took another deep breath and sat quietly in the chair for a minute or so with her eyes closed. I was thinking about very quietly getting up and sneaking away when she picked up her little book and started reading again. I shifted the journal in my lap a little and wondered what would happen next. After five minutes or so, her hand found its way back between her legs. She casually played with herself as she read. I could see that her face was flushed. She shifted in her chair and, hiking up her skirt, she started masturbating again in earnest. I swallowed hard and kept watching. All thoughts of sneaking away were gone. In a few minutes her breathing was coming in pants again. She put down her book and, as before, started using two hands. She hooked her feet around the legs of the chair. With one hand she held up her skirt while the other stroked between her legs. She shifted her position again... and then another time. Finally with a snort of frustration she sat up straight. She looked around briefly but she didn't see me sitting behind an imposing rack of books. Then, to my amazement she stood up and slipped her skirt down to her ankles! She stepped out of the discarded cloth leaving herself naked from her sneakers up to her shapely hips! Evidently she hadn't worn any underwear. She pushed back her chair and sat down on the floor in front of the study carrel with her back against the wall. This forced her to sit facing in my general direction. I could see her face plainly right over the books. I sat absolutely still praying that she wouldn't see me. She appeared to have other concerns on her mind. She spread her legs, lifted her knees, and began masturbating much more brazenly than before. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were closed. Her strokes were powerful and fast. I could hear her wetness very plainly but I couldn't see her genitals because the view was blocked by her upraised thigh. After only a couple of minutes she smiled. "Oh yeah," she said softly, "that's better." Seconds later, her body tensed and she came with a long, low moaning croon followed by a series of feminine grunts. It was her fifth climax of the evening. Immediately she continued stroking herself rapidly. "Yess!" I heard her hiss through clenched teeth just before exploding again. "Unngghh...," she moaned plainly. "Unnn. Unnn. Unnn..." Very cautiously, I peered around the end of the isle. The top of my head would be in her plain sight, but I just had to get a better look what this woman was doing. It was a wonderful sight. She had her feet placed flat on the floor with her heels almost touching her buttocks. Her knees were splayed wide apart giving me an excellent view of her genitals. Her pubic hair was very black and formed a thick triangle above her pussy. However, her labia were shaved completely hairless. She moved finger in a brisk circular motion over her clit. "Oh yeah," she whispered, "fuck me senseless." Her voice was soft and beautiful, but thick with her arousal. Her cunt was dark and glistening. "Oh fuck, yeah," she groaned, "ohhhh God... make me come!!" "UNNNGGGHHH!" she suddenly howled loudly as her body jolted into its seventh and most powerful orgasm of the evening. Her grunts of pleasure were no longer the discreet ones that had characterized her earlier orgasms. Instead her moans and groans could easily be heard all over the floor. She was oblivious to her noise, however. Her eyes were tightly shut and her face was drawn into a mask of ecstasy. When it was finally over, she sat still for several moments without even moving her hands. On her face was a faint smile of satisfaction. I moved back to my hiding place and waited anxiously for what would happen next. "Oh yeah," she sighed aloud as she stretched out her legs straight in front of her. "That was what I needed for sure!" After a few moments she stood up, pulled a cloth out of her purse, and used it to wipe up her lubrication. Then she quickly slipped her skirt back on and left. "Whew," I breathed in relief when I heard the door to the elevator close, "that was intense." The Library I'd went to check my e-mail, but all I had was tons of spam. It was then that I decided to find and look at some lesbian porn web sites. After a few minutes I noticed this beautiful woman that was coming my way so I quickly closed off the sites so that she couldn't see my screen. She saw me on the computer, and smiled to me, I returned her smile, but with some blushing as well. Giggling a little bit, she made her way back to the other side of the room and vanished behind a self. She's beautiful I thought, about 5'4", slender, nice C cupped breasts (or so I guessed), a goddess is not even a fair word to call her. I'd love to get to know her better, I thought to myself as I began my search for fun once again. After awhile I became very horny, and the lovely feeling between my thighs also told me how needy I was. Looking to the front of the library I noticed that all the clerks were busy so, maybe I can be a little daring and get myself off without anyone knowing. Pushing up my shirt I began to fondle my breasts through the silky fabric of my bra. Quickly my nipples become erect, but I wasn't comfortable in my current position. I quietly pushed my chair back from the table, and rested my legs on top of it as I once again brought my hands to rest on my heaving chest. Slowly I caressed them together, rubbing away at the silk covered nipples of mine, as my eyes continued to stay focused on the pictures on the screen. Feeling very daring I decided to take my shirt off, and put it on the floor under the desk so that I could rub my nipples easily. Following my shirt was my bra as I took it off too, and allowed my breasts to dangle free, cupped in my hands. Rubbing my nipples slowly between my fingers I moaned lightly, and started to pinch and pull them. Between my thighs the wetness was growing and I knew it will only be so long before I cry out for release, so unbuttoning my pants, I slid them down to my knees. For a moment I thought about pushing my panties down, but I realized that's a little too risky. So as a substitute I slipped my hand inside my waistband and let my fingers play away in my trimmed mound above my throbbing lips, as my other hand massaged my stiff little nipples. Enough teasing I said to myself as I allowed a finger to slip inside my squishy pussy lips while my breathing heightened and my moans quickened in volume. Closing my eyes I forced my finger to move faster and let my palm service me as well, as I rubbed my clit up and down, and patted. Closing my eyes, as fantasies danced in my head. As my sticky sweet wetness flowed from me, I opened my eyes, only to see this goddess standing before me. Naked as well. I went to scream but she put her hand over my mouth. Slowly she removed it, and replaced her hand with her sweet soft moist lips in one of the tenderest sensual kisses I've ever felt. I smiled at her in confusion, but more so in awe as she sat down on the desk before me and started to rub her hot pussy lips that had sweet cum dripping out slowly. I started rubbing and finger fucking my pussy a little faster and soon I started to have a big orgasm as well as she does. Both of us cumming. Her on the desk before me. Cum gushed out from her beautiful pussy and onto the tiled floor below, I watched her try to regain her composer as I licked my own sweet honey from my fingers. She kind of panicked while putting her clothes back on as she saw her wetness that had dripped on the floor. Taking her face in my hands, I kissed her deeply. She returned my kiss, but frowned again after we broke the kiss. I told her not to panic. Picking up my bra, I used the insides of the cups to wipe her juices up from the floor, then I put it back on under my shirt allowing her juices to smoother my nipples and to make them erect once more. Her smile burned into my heart, and she kissed me deeply, whispering for me to meet her in the ladiesroom. She left, and after I turned off the computer I followed. Entering the bathroom I saw her standing against the cabinet completely naked and with her clothes piled neatly on the chair. Locking the doors behind me, I quickly went to her and wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her with every ounce of passion I could muster. Pushing her against the toilet stall, I started to slowly kiss and lick down her neck as my hands cupped her lovely breasts, weighing them as I looked into her beautiful eyes. "Make me cum for you," she told me as I lowered my mouth to her breasts and began to suckle slowly on her nipples nearly inhaling them into my mouth. She moaned as I sucked, then I slowly nibbled them in a teasing manner. She then pushed me off, and climbed up on the cabinet with her legs parted wide, and motioned for me to come towards her. I did, and she wrapped her legs around my neck pulling my face into her sweet hot throbbing pussy. First I kissed it softly, then started to lick her delicate folds. Parting her pussy lips with my thumbs, so I could lick her inner lips, I spread her wide and plunged my tongue in deep, tongue fucking, as my fingers patted her clit. Probing her pussy walls with my tongue, then cupping my tongue to draw her swollen clit into my mouth. Sucking on it like a straw as I slipped two fingers deep in her pussy. Curving my fingers up a little and finger fucking her hard and fast. I could tell she was on the edge and replaced my fingers with my tongue so I wouldn't miss a drop of her sweet honey. Screaming she gushed into my waiting mouth, and on my face, as I was rewarded with a mouthful of her sweet honey. Making sure to continue sucking on her lovely lips as she was trying to recover, she then let me move from my position to lick her cum off my face. Getting down from the cabinet she told me to take off my shirt, and as I was doing it she kissed me deeply, while unhooking my bra. Seeing her cum still on my breasts she started to lick it off, while sucking my nipple deep in her mouth. Just as I was getting hotter and hotter, we both heard one of the clerks knock on the door to tell us the library was closing in five minutes. I frowned, then she hugged and kissed me passionately, as we both started to get dressed. In the parking lot she kissed me again. "My name is Dawn" she said, "could we see each other again?" Smiling at her, and remembering her taste, I said, "I'd love to, my name's Marie". Waving as she drove off if her SUV, I knew I'd be back soon, real soon. The Library I’ve decided to stay after class to do some work in the library. A woman walks in the door that I've seen before but don't know her name. I know that she’s caught my eye on more than one occasion though and I’d like to get to know her better. She glances my way and sits in a chair near me. I find it strange that she sits near me as the library is empty except for the librarian and the two of us. She smiles as she sits down and accidentally drops a book. As she bends down to pick it up I have a magnificent view of her cleavage. We lock eyes and I start blushing as she sits back in her chair and she just smiles. I'm feeling a little flustered at this point and she's only just sat down. I continue reading but I can feel her eyes on me. I look up and smile and she says, “I'm sorry to bother you but I see that we might be taking the same course. Would you like to go into one of the study rooms with me?” I'm a little shocked by her forwardness but I readily agree. So we go into one of the study rooms and close the door. She reaches past me to close the blinds and her hand brushes against my hand. As she closes the blinds, she leans against me. I can feel her breasts through her sweater. I can feel her nipples getting harder. She puts her arms around my neck and looks into my eyes. “I’ve felt you watching me whenever we run into each other. I know that you want me – I can see the hungry look in your eyes every time you look at me. I’ve been waiting for you to make a move, but I got tired of waiting so here we are.” She leans in to kiss my neck and then blows in my ear and runs her tongue around the outside of my ear. She nibbles her way down my neck and up my cheek. She stops before reaching my mouth and just hovers inches above my lips. She licks my lips seductively with her tongue and then her lips connect with mine. Her tongue is probing my mouth searching for my tongue as her hands start to massage my breasts and play with my nipples. She's got me pinned against the wall and she's pressing against me. We're both moaning openly now. She reaches under my shirt and massages my breasts through my bra. She reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. Her fingers waste no time finding my hard nipples. She guides me towards the study table and sweeps our books onto the floor. She gently guides me to the table and pushes me back onto it until I'm lying on it. She's on top of me very quickly. She's has her leg between mine and is grinding her knee into my pussy. Her hands are once again playing with my nipples and massaging my breasts. She rolls my nipples between her fingers. She pulls my shirt over my head and quickly removes my bra. Her tongue finds my nipple and she circles it with her tongue and rolls the other one between her fingers while grinding into my pussy with her knee. She seems to be a mind reader because just when I feel that it’s getting a little hot, she goes for my zipper. She gets me out of my pants pretty quickly until I'm in my underwear. She slides down until her face is inches away from my pussy. Teasingly, she flicks my clit with her tongue through the fabric. She then massages my pussy with her hand - I can feel that the underwear is soaking wet. She slowly pulls the underwear down licking every inch of exposed skin. She licks everywhere but my clit just to prolong the teasing. Then she pounces and her tongue finds my clit. She starts moaning at the same time that I do. I grab the back of her hair and grind my pussy into her face. Her fingers slide inside me and she starts to move them in and out while flicking my clit with her tongue. She senses that I’m getting close to having an orgasm and she slows down and starts to slowly build me back up. I moan in frustration and she just giggles. She starts to move her fingers in and out faster now and she slips one finger into my ass. This is too much for me and I cum with a loud moan. She comes up to lie on top of me and somehow she’s now naked. I can feel her wetness running down the inside of her thigh. “Now I want you to do something for me.” She says as she gets off me goes to search through her bag. She comes back with a strap on and my eyes light up. “I’ll just bet that you know how to use one of these babies don’t you?” I just lick my lips and nod. She grins and starts to put it on me. I start to get up but she pushes me back down onto the table. I’m on my back on the table. She gets up onto the table and straddles me. She slides the strap on into her wet pussy and starts to ride it up and down. I reach up and play with her breasts and nipples. All too quickly she starts to moan and I know that she’s having an orgasm. She collapses on top of me to catch her breath. She looks at me and says, “I can go again if you’re up for it.” “Sure, what would you like?” I ask her. “Oh surprise me baby.” So, I untangle myself from her and maneuver her so she’s on her stomach leaning over the table and her ass is hanging over table a bit. I slip into her from behind. I hang on to the table for leverage and start to really give it to her. She’s moaning loudly now and playing with her nipples. All kinds of dirty things are coming out of her mouth. This just urges me on to fuck her harder. So I give it to her as hard as I can and I slip a finger into her ass. This makes her crazy and she wants me to fuck her ass harder and fuck her pussy hard as well. I fuck her as hard as I can and I can tell that she’s coming. She’s moaning so loud I’m surprised that the librarian has not come in to see what’s happening. I slowly pull out and she sighs in contentment. She lies on the table for a couple of minutes. She then sits up and looks at me. “I know you’d be a good fuck.” She tells me. She smiles and starts to get dressed. I take off her toy and get dressed myself. “Do you always carry that with you?” I ask. “Only when I have a mission in mind.” “Will I see you again?” I ask. “Meet me in the locker room next week. Same time.” She smiles and kisses me sweetly and walks out the door. I shake my head as I realize that I still don’t know her name. The Library One Late night while studying in the library. Jack wandered around in the basement where all the bookshelves that slid together were. He slid some together so that no one would bother him. It was finals week and he knew no one would be in his section seeing how it was already close to midnight. It was Saturday and most of his friends from the music department were out partying or practicing on stuff that they should've known already. He felt as though he was being watched. He looked up and a gorgeous girl was standing in front of him. Her round and firm tits were screaming for someone to squeeze and taste them. Her bare ass peeked below her skirt as she bent over to pick up a book on the bottom shelf. Her hair hung in her face that she pulled behind her ear as her eyes caught his. Jack quickly looked back to his book. He heard her say, "The library is going to be closing soon." "Yeah Ok!" he stammered." Whoa!" he thought. Was she hitting on him? Why did she feel the need to tell him that? She was hot. She had on those sandals. God knows if she was wearing a thong or no panties at all. Her shirt was one of those short whit t-shirts with some kind of sorority party slogan on the front. She was wearing some sort of lace bra that had her tits crammed in just begging to come out. His mind was flying about what this stranger was doing there in the library on a party night. Man was she hot!!! He had to get a drink his head was spinning. He went up to the third floor to the water fountain by the windows. He sat down and tried to read. The bells sounded and were followed by an announcement " The library will be closing in 10 minutes" Jack started reading again and started to get lost in the biography of Villa Lobos. Suddenly, he felt someone sitting across from him. He pretended to continue reading and tried to see who it was. It was her!!! She sat right across from him with her legs crossed. She was in her bare feet with beautiful pink toenails. She was reading a smutty novel. Obviously, it was not one that she had from the library. She played with her finger in her lips. Frequently she would lick it and bite it from time to time. Jack felt a stirring in his balls and noticed that he was beginning to stiffen from the thoughts that ran through his head. He tried to inconspicuously cover his erection with his book. It was very hard to concentrate on his studies. And so was he. He observed her more. Her blue eyes twitched quickly over the words that she read. Jack thought that the scene must have been very hot. She was deeply lost in her book. She then slid her leg onto the table between herself and Jack. She lifted the other onto the table right next to her other leg. Jack quickly looked back to his literature. He noticed overt the top of his book that her feet were now apart. As he looked up further he could see straight up her skirt. What was she thinking? Is she that lost in her smutty book that she doesn't remember that I'm here? His study time was shot! There was no way for him to concentrate now. He noticed that she was totally bald and that her little slit had a moist glisten to it. Her book was blocking her waste line but her finger had left her mouth and had found its way into her skirt. She started smearing her cunt juices around her outer lips and then focusing on her clit. Jack couldn't believe his eyes. He quickly looked around to see if he was the only one witnessing this. Then he heard her let out a little moan. His head snapped back only for his eyes to be locked with hers. She stared at him as if she was scared and embarrassed but a little smirk quickly dismissed all possibilities of embarrassment. She licked her lips and said, " I told you the library was going to close soon." Jack fumbled for words and said, " y y you'd better be careful or the librarian will call security on your ass" Jack could hardly see straight. " The librarian has already closed the library for the night" she said with a smile. Jack stood up in a panic and exclaimed " Oh shit!!!" he turned for the stairs and turned to her again. "Dude! Why don't you sit down and chill out. Haven't you ever seen a girl all hot and bothered over a book?" She asked as she dangled the library key in her hand. "Oh my Gosh. What are you doing?" Jack asked " you're one horny little librarian!!!!!" he exclaimed. "Sit down" she said, " or unless you want to leave." " NO! I mean um, no it's cool I can hang" he said. Jack sat down and stared at her wet little snatch. She peeled off her shirt and undid her bra. Jack continued to stare in awe. "Hey we're not going to fuck ok I just want to play with myself. Ok? So are you going to watch or get off with me?? "She yelled. Jack started fumbling to get his pants off. It was like a fantasy come true. He had always wanted to watch a girl masturbate for him. She licked her fingers and slowly slid them into her snatch. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she moaned. Jack started working his cock head with his fingers and the palm of his hand. She opened her eyes and snarled at him licking her lips. She worked her little pussy into a wet frenzy with one hand on her clit and the other with her fingers pumping in and out of her hole. Her little moans were too much for Jack to handle as he felt the orgasm churning in his balls. Pre-cum glistened on the head of his cock. He used his palm to smear it down his shaft. As she fucked herself with her fingers, his hips started to lift off the couch. He grunted and started bucking his hips toward his fist. As she lifted her legs in a "v" his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his cum shot up into the air. His spasms continued as cum rolled all over his hand and down his balls. He squeezed every drop out onto his fingers. She was now screaming for her orgasm to cum as she humped her hand. She gasped as she sprayed and squirted all over her hand, the table and the couch. Her tits bounced and jiggled as her body twitched from every wave of pleasure that hit her body. They both lay in their cum and juices staring at each other. Jack became addicted to late hours at the library and enjoyed many hours of getting off to his horny little friend. Later that year he learned that the college was getting a new librarian. And never saw her again. The Library Since I came to college I would consider myself a fairly adventurous person, streaking classrooms, restaurants, public areas and streets in my mission to "get a thrill" from exposing myself to the world. It is my firm belief that the human body is beautiful and that there should be no reason it should be covered up. Streaking also gives me a rush that gets my heart pumping and adrenaline soaring. Which brings me to my story. I figured that since I get such a rush from running around naked in public, what would sex be like? To give you a little background about myself I am 5'6" tall, 125 pounds, brown hair and have A-cup breasts on the larger side. At my University the main undergraduate library is massive, standing about five stories tall and housing countless amounts of tomes about everything from philosophy to forest protection. I rarely ever go in, usually only to check my E-Mail on the campus computers, but this one particular day I had an hour break before a three o'clock meeting with my study group in my Political Science class due to a mid-term tomorrow. Having just completed my mid-term, for which I had studied all night, I decided to take a nap up on the top floor where it was pretty quiet and some overstuffed couches were located. I walked into the library in a relatively short skirt made out of a soft plaid fabric which came down about halfway down to my knees (as long as I didn't have to bend over for anything I was pretty sure no one could see anything). I walked up the stairs to the fourth floor, a trek not that easy in my black leather boots, especially with the heels, but I liked giving the people who might be walking behind me quick looks at my tight little ass. I always wore thongs and because of this I always shaved myself bare, it got me off sometimes to look at myself in the mirror in different poses, looking at my shaved pussy. It got me so wet sometimes I would have to masturbate until I would orgasm at least three times or else I'd still be craving for more. I got to the top of the stairs and gave a brief look behind me. Sure enough, some guy had followed me all the way up the stairs. Had he wanted to come all the way up here in the first place? Unlikely. I smiled to myself and walked over to a quiet corner where a corner couch was located out of the way of the constant traffic of people cramming for midterms. Already all around me there were people sleeping, trying to get that last wink before having to study for another long night. I sat myself down on one of the couches, put my legs up on the short table in front of me, and crossed my arms across my chest. The thought of the guy walking up the stairs kind of turned me on, he obviously was thinking of how much he'd like to fuck the shit out of me. I got a little wet, but tried to ignore these feelings, I needed to get some shut-eye. After about five minutes of trying to fall asleep, I heard a cough from not too far away. I opened my eyes to look and the guy who had followed me up the stairs was sitting almost directly in front of me about ten feet away, his eyes darting back to his book once I made eye contact with him. He was pretty good-looking. I'd say about 6'4", a muscular 220 pounds and long curly hair. He was simply wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, his arms and attire giving him away as someone who obviously worked out a lot. His arms had to be as big around as my legs and his legs looked about as big around as my torso, obviously a strong guy. I glanced down from what he was reading and noticed he had a raging hard-on, outlined clearly by the thin fabric of his sweatpants. I wonder what he was thinking about, me maybe? I could see the outline so perfectly that the head of his cock wasn't that hard to miss, it kept pulsing as blood was rushed into it. Now this definitely was getting me wet. I looked down at my skirt and noticed that when trying to adjust my position when I was trying to sleep I scooted down a little and my skirt rode up on my legs. You could easily see my thong since I basically had nothing covering me in front. No wonder this guy had a raging hard-on! I thought about re-adjusting my position and covering up, but it didn't seem like anyone was going to complain and plus it got me really hot, so I just stayed like that. Plus, I wouldn't mind playing a little game before study session. I could see he was struggling to not look up again in case I might notice and cover up myself, but the next time he looked up I made eye contact with him and tried to give my most seductive look I could think of, even biting my lower lip. He immediately looked down again, but to try and get him to look up again I uncrossed my legs on the table and spread my legs a little bit. I glanced around to make sure no one was looking and pretty much everyone was asleep or studying. Right now this guy had a straight-shot view of my pussy which was beginning to soak through my underwear. I didn't think it appropriate to just reach down and take them off for fear of one of the roving library persons noticing, so I left my underwear on. The next time he looked up he definitely didn't look away. He held his book up with one hand and reached into his sweatpants with the other hand and started stroking his cock. It was too late to turn back now, I needed to get off. I took off my sweatshirt and laid it down on my stomach and lap in order to hide my hand from being seen. Now I was in a lacey tank-top, my nipples sticking out due to my arousal and the cold library air. I reached down between my legs and started to rub my pussy through my underwear, my cold fingers giving a sort of an electric shock to my hard clit, and so I gasped a little bit when I touched myself. I started to rub up and down, looking over at this guy stroking his cock to me, and already I could feel an orgasm building. This public sex thing is pretty fun! I pulled aside my underwear a little bit and began to rub my clit, getting my juices all over my fingers. I let out a moan as soon as I inserted a finger into my wet pussy which spooked me a little bit and I quickly glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. Everyone was still busy with their shit and took no notice. I kept going. By now the guy across from me had his cock out, no longer hidden from view in his pants (obviously not an underwear wearer). I could see his cock in great detail since he was only ten feet from me, it's large head pulsing with every heartbeat, the veins running up the side sticking out. He was stroking slowly, up and down, his massive hands giving a steady rhythm which I tried to mimic with my own movements. I closed my eyes and then stuck another finger inside me, then another. I had three fingers now up inside me, my thumb rubbing my clit. I didn't care anymore if anyone noticed, I needed to get off! With my eyes closed I imagined him rubbing the head of his cock all over my wet pussy, getting my juices all over his large cock, prepping him for entry into my hot pussy. I imagined him throwing one leg up over his shoulder and fucking the hell out of me, pounding away, barely giving me time to breath in my screams and moans of pleasure and pain. I imagined him thrusting away so hard that I'd be sore for at least a week, hitting rock-bottom with every thrust. With these thoughts it's no wonder that I came so quickly, my hips bucking off the couch and my left hand pinching my nipples. Sweat was running off my forehead and my left breast was exposed, obviously it was quite an orgasm. Then something happened that I didn't expect, I felt something brush against my lips. I opened my eyes to see this guy standing over me with his cock out and it resting on my lips. Obviously he didn't care about anyone else watching and I sure as hell wanted to suck his cock, so I grabbed his ass and drew him towards me, opening my mouth and taking his cock into my mouth. It was hot to the touch and I wrapped my lips around him and started stroking him with one hand while grabbing his ass with the other. I tried to take as much of him as possible, but he was too big for me, so I just started licking up and down his cock, sucking on his head every once-in-a-while. He had other plans though. He grabbed my head with both hands and started to push me down further onto his cock, almost hitting the back of my throat. I tried to push out a little bit, but he just kept on fucking my face harder and harder, getting further and further to the back of my throat. Took my hand off his ass and grabbed his balls, stroking them softly with my hands, trying to get him to come quick due to it being such a public place. I could feel his balls tense up but he stopped thrusting and just held himself, obviously wanting to go for longer. He slowly pushed into my mouth until he was all the way in, I gagged a little but I managed to lick his balls while he was just holding himself there. By now I was ready for another orgasm, I was so worked up from this whole situation that it felt like there was fire in my crotch. Lucky for me he pulled out of my mouth and sat down on the couch next to me. I wondered what he was up to, but I soon found out. He picked me up (and by picked up I mean picked up, this guy was strong!) and set me down on his lap, pulling my skirt up and sticking his cock between my legs with me facing away from him. Now this way if anyone was watching it would only look like I was sitting on his lap (yeah right). I rubbed back and forth on his cock, getting my juices all over the top of dick until the next time I scooted back he reached down and pulled up on his cock, skewering me. His head was larger than I had had before and it was a little painful at first, but I managed to get the tip of him into my pussy before having to rock back again to get the rest of him. I spread my legs far apart in order to make it easier for him to enter me and soon enough he was all the way inside me, all the way to the hilt. I grinded into him for a while, just rocking in his lap, but then he reached both hands forward and put them up into my top, grabbing my breasts and lifting me up with his elbows pinning me at my sides. At first it was slow, he penetrated me with patient and deliberate action, and then he gradually increased the rhythm. My juices were flowing like crazy! I reached down and rubbed his balls, slick from my arousal and yearning. He started to increase his rhythm even faster, a slapping sound coming from my ass pounding down onto his stomach. He took one hand away from my breasts and rested it on my ass, pinching it with his free hand. I took over with the thrusting and used my legs to push up and down on his rock solid cock, my left hand rubbing my clit and my other on the table in front of us for leverage. His hand reached down to his cock and he started rubbing the area around his cock, stroking my swollen lips while pinching my left breast, an electric touch that sent me into my second orgasm. I convulsed around his cock, grabbing it tight with my pussy, and still managed to continue thrusting. I bucked a little and arched my back, my breasts now fully exposed to those around. After I calmed down a little I glanced around again to check the scene. From where I was I could see four different people looking at us, three guys and one chick, all locked onto us. I could see the girl rubbing herself, her hand down her pants and legs spread wide, the other three guys seemingly content on just watching. Fuck 'em, this feels great. I slowed my thrusting to a slow pace and he took his hands from my pussy and breast. He used his left hand to rotate my hips back and forth, grinding into him, and then placed his right hand, still covered in my juices, onto my little anus. This was something I had never tried for sure, some of my friends talked about it but I thought it was a little gross. But as soon as he placed his thumb onto the ring of my anus I immediately changed my mind, obviously there is a reason people keep on doing this. As I grinded away he pressed harder and harder onto my anus, his thumb finally finding its way inside me. I almost had an orgasm right then and there. With me rubbing my clit, grinding onto his cock and his thumb in my ass, I almost couldn't take it anymore, but I did. He worked his thumb all the way in and then started thrusting with it, a feeling that I cannot even begin to describe. It felt better than great, it felt like heaven being penetrated in both my pussy and ass. But it got even better. He put his left hand onto my back and pushed me forward, meanwhile pulling his cock out of my pussy. Was he ready to come? He answered that question when I felt the wet head of his cock pressing into my ass. I reached down and started rubbing my clit, fingering myself and slowly pushing back onto his dick. I relaxed a little and soon the head of his cock was inside me. I didn't waste any time and pushed down a little further, an easy task since he was soaked with my pussy juices. Finally after a few minutes he was all the way in and then began to thrust back and forth into my ass. I could feel his cock penetrating my ass through the walls on my pussy and so I pushed my hand against his cock inside me, getting an audible moan from him. This was my first time experiencing anal sex, and it sold me. I started pushing with my legs again and gradually, but slowly, riding him up and down with his cock in my ass. I stopped playing with my clit and reached for his balls, passing them and going straight for his ass. If it's good for me, maybe it's good for him? My fingers, slick with my juices, easily found there way inside his ass. I just inserted one finger into his ass to which he replied by thrusting harder and groaning. I was watching his arms lifting me up and down and it turned me on, the veins in his arms standing out from the obvious physical exertion of lifting me up and down on his cock. I used my hand on the table to play with my clit, getting my fingers wet in order to stick them into my eager pussy. I stuck in two fingers and pressed against his cock inside my ass, I feeling which yet again sent me over the edge. Within seconds I was orgasming, my muscles clenching onto my fingers and his cock. With that he started pounding harder, making my orgasm last even longer. I stuck a second finger in his ass and with that he couldn't take anymore. His balls started to clench and I knew he was about to come. I wanted him to come into my mouth and all over my face, but he obviously had other plans. He thrust the last couple of times and then came into my ass, slowing down until he finally stopped. We sat there for a little bit resting, his cock gradually becoming limp inside my ass. I looked around and the three guys were still just doing nothing, only looking. The other girl had the right idea, her pants were down to her ankles with her legs spread wide, finally bringing herself to orgasm evident from her lifting her ass off the chair and making a face that would turn Elton John straight. I stood up from my seated position, his cock coming out of my ass, and pulled my shirt back down. I adjusted my skirt and then walked over to the bathroom across the way from where we were, leaving they guy to himself. I could feel the cum running down my legs from my ass and when I finally got to the bathroom I cleaned myself up. When I got back to where I was seated, the guy was gone. No note, no guy, nothing. I looked around for him but he had left, his jaunt to the library over and done with. I looked at the clock, it was 2:56 and my meeting was soon. I picked up my things, smiled to myself as I walked by one of the guys watching us, and started studying for my next mid-term. The Library My name's Eddie; I'm an avid reader. I love to learn and I am enthralled with words. Knowledge is important to me. I've been a card totting library patron since I was seven years old and I still go at least once a week to get my fill of the smells and the words there. I love mysteries and who-done -its. My favorite librarian is a little ole lady named Myrna; she is around sixty-five years old. She was there the day I got my library card. She still calls me Sonny and smiles when I walk through the door. When I walked in this afternoon on my lunch hour, she wasn't there. I panicked. I feared that she had died. But the substitute librarian assured me that she was only on vacation and that she, the sub, would be able to take care of all of my needs. Looking at her young face and beautiful smile, I thought a wicked thought, "You can say that again," as my cock pressed against my cold steel zipper. I never wear underwear; it binds me. But the cold metal of the zipper doesn't feel too good either. "My name is Simona' if you should require my help," she smiled and went to the checkout desk to assist another reader. Simona' was a very shapely woman with brilliant blue eyes and muddy water hair. Her smile was so bright I felt I needed to wear sunglasses in her presence. My blood ran hot when I saw her in the area where I was reading the latest Stephen Donaldson fantasy of dragons. She smiled at me as she passed my table and I winked back. After lunch, I went back to my dreary office and couldn't make myself work. I thought of Simona' and had fantasies of my own. Thoughts of us walking along a beach on an autumn afternoon her hand in mine; the sun reflecting off her shiny hair drove me mad. Her eyes full of joy and only for me. I couldn't wait until five o'clock to return to the library to watch her as she straightened the books and restocked the shelves. To see her bright eyes scanning the tables for mistreated books to put back in their places. When I arrived just after five, she was checking in some books. She looked up and smiled. "How was your day, sir? Are you here to read some more, or are you going to check out a few books to read tonight?" Simona' had remembered me from my earlier luncheon trip. I'm going to do some reading here, then will probably take a couple home to read tonight before bedtime," I assured her. She smiled again and seemed pleased that I wasn't going to just pick out some books and run home with them. I found a table close to the checkout desk and watched her as she greeted other patrons. She didn't seem to smile at them as much as she did me. Every time a new customer would come in, she glanced in my direction. Simona' would walk around collecting left books off of tables and putting them onto a rolling cart. Her skirt swished as she rounded each table. I noticed that because it was impossible for me to read with her so close to me. Just before closing time Simona' sat next to me and asked how long I had been coming to the library. "Since I was seven years old. I love reading," I told her. "Ms Myrna was your age when I started checking out and reading library books." "Really? I didn't think she was that old," Simona' smiled and ran tongue over her ruby red lips. "I don't remember her ever not being here. When I was young, I thought she lived here." I confided to keep her close to me. She smelled like honeysuckle. I wanted to breath her into my memory so that whenever I saw or smelled honeysuckle that I would see her face. My heart beat fast and my breathing became shallow when she sat beside me. Closing time came and she shooed the patrons out of the dimly lit library. I was hesitant to leave, but I didn't want her to know the passions that were burning in my groin. I scooted out last and took one more whiff of her fragrance. When I got into the car to drive home, her scent lingered there beside me and my dick pressed against the teeth of my zipper once again. I went home and masturbated. I was in lust. It had to be. One doesn't meet someone and fall in love at first sight. That just doesn't happen in real life. But those pangs were there and I couldn't keep my prick soft. Every thought of her smile brought it to full attention. I still smelled her perfume and every sniff made me hard again. I played with my prick at least three times before I fell asleep exhausted, my fingers still stroking the tip of my oozing arrow. I dreamed that Simona' lay beside me and when I awoke my cock was covered in spilled cum. I guess I had wet dreams of her all night long. I thought I'd outgrown that phase many, many years ago. My heart was beating fast. I looked at the clock and it was only four o'clock. Too early to wake up. I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep for a few more hours anyway. Then the smell of her filled my nostrils once again. I smelled my hand and it wasn't there. I guessed I had really memorized the fragrance after all. The aroma of her clamed me as I stroked my nearly flaccid dick to a stiff state. I ran my thumb over the hole in its acorn head and rubbed the semen between my fingers. Then I brought my hand to my nose and smelled it. The scent was honeysuckle. My shaft stood tall and my heart beat faster. I had never had this kind of reaction about any other woman I had ever met. I could always erase their faces from my memory if I needed to. What was different about Simona'? I wondered as I jerked off one more time. I couldn't believe I had anymore cum left in my balls. But within minutes the thick seed spewed over my hands and my body shook with pleasure. Soon, I drifted off to sleep and dreamed of her sucking my prick as I licked at her soothe shaven pussy. I just knew it had to be shaven. She was too spectacular to have a hairy cunt. The alarm blared at me and it seemed I had just fallen back to sleep. I stumbled from the warm bed into a hot shower and shook my head to clear my sex rattled brain. But to no avail, Simona's face danced in the spray of water that skidded over my skin. I rubbed the soap, which now smelled of honeysuckle, over my chest and pubic area. It foamed quickly and made my prick slippery. My hand automatically started wanking it once again, her face in my mind smiling and licking her lips. Dressing for work, I made sure that my hair was immaculate and my shoes polished. I put on a new tie and buffed my shoes. I wanted her to want to take me home tonight. The morning lingered longer than usual. A light mist fell from the sky and dampened my spirits. Finally it was 11:30. Lunch time! Library time! I grabbed my umbrella and headed for the library. Walking in, grabbing an umbrella bag, I stuffed the wet bumper shut into it so that the floor would not get slippery. I placed it in the umbrella stand and glanced around for the woman who made my heart beat as if it were going to come through my chest. She wasn't at the Checkout desk. She wasn't at the Book Return desk. I quickly looked around in the children's books, reference books, Encyclopedias, magazines and I still didn't see Simona'. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was sure others close to me could hear it as loudly as I could. I became embarrassed; sure that others were watching me and knew what I was thinking. Finally, I settled in a chair that was in an area where I could scan most of the library without anyone noticing that I was scanning the areas. Looking for the woman that kept me hard even when she didn't know it. I was panicked. I had to see her before I returned to my job or I would not be able to work the rest of the day. Then, just as I was about to give up hope and slink away back to my office, she came from the back. When she noticed me, a smile crossed her face and she came toward me. I hoped that I wasn't imagining this act. I took a deep breath and planted a smile on my face. Simona's hand flew up in the air and she waved at me. A smile adorned her red lips and she licked them as she came towards me. My dick got hard again. I just knew it was going to betray me. I scooted closer to the edge of the table to try to conceal my stiffness. Simona' slipped into the chair next to mine and said, "Hello, Eddie, I'm glad you came back today." My mind went wild! I thought, gosh, she is as interested in me as I am in her. Then my spirit was broken. "You left your notebook here last night," she whispered in her library hushed voice. My heart broke. She didn't see me in the same light as I saw her. I'm just another book reader. Nothing more. "You come here every day at lunch and after work?" she asked. A spark began to grow once again. She noticed that? Hmmm! "Yes, I do. I love reading! And it gets me an hour of quiet time in the middle of the day. Relaxes me on my drive home." I explained. "I think that's wonderful. I love to read too. Do you have a favorite author?" Bobbing my head up and down, I almost forgot to answer then I realized that her lips had stopped moving and realized that it was my turn to speak. "Ahhh, Yeah, I do. Doctor Seuss", I smiled. She giggled softly and the lights danced in her eyes. I knew I wanted this woman more than I have ever wanted any other woman. "What else do you like to do?" she asked. I realized that we were having a conversation. She wanted to know more about me. So I told her of my hobbies and the movies I liked and before I knew it the time had changed to 1:00. I had to leave. She smiled and said that she had enjoyed talking with me and hoped to learn more about me that evening. "I'd like that," I told her and headed back into the rain. I was a half a block away when I remembered that I had left my umbrella at the library. I debated on going back but decided to wait until five o'clock so as not to look anxious. By the time I got to the office I was wet and cold. But I didn't care. I also had a semi-date with a very beautiful, sexy librarian. The afternoon crawled by second by second; I guess because I knew I would see her after work. The rain had stopped by the time I left the office. I floated on air to the library and when I walked in, Simona' was checking out books for a little boy about six years old. She was laughing and talking with him. It reminded me of when I first met Ms Myrna. I knew she was having a lasting affect on the boy. I smiled and remembered my first time to the library. When he walked away his smile was broad and he could barely carry the books he had chosen. I even thought I saw a small bump in his shorts. I pulled my umbrella out of the holder. It was dry. I took it with me to the table I had planned to read at so that I wouldn't forget it. I was deeply buried in Peter Straub's Floating Dragon when I sensed her standing behind me. "I wondered who had left their umbrella here," she smiled as she sat beside me. "Yeah, I just ran out when I realized I had overstayed my lunch period," I explained. "But I remembered where it was after sitting in a wet suit the rest of the afternoon." She giggled softly once again and her eyes sparkled in the florescent lights. "How far away do you live?" she asked. "I live about twenty minutes from the city. Not a bad commute," I explained. "And do you eat before you go home or after?" "Sometimes before; other's after. Depends on my mood. Why?" She blushed then smiled brightly. "Well, I... ah, I thought maybe you might ask me out to dinner with you." She licked her lips lightly. My mind smiled and screamed, "YES!" But my face didn't betray my heart pounded louder than a pile driver. Composing myself and trying very hard not to show how excited I was; I simply said, "Well, I do hate to eat alone. And it would be very nice to have a companion to talk with. People think you're weird when you eat alone, you know?" "Yes, I do!" she laughed a little louder than she should have in the library. "I need to go check out those people, but I'll be here until closing. I'm looking forward to having dinner with you." Her hair swished as she headed for the check out desk. Her hips bounced back and forth. My dick grew hard once again. I prayed it would be flaccid before we left. How embarrassing if it were not. I finished the entire book before closing and when all but myself had left the library, Simona' put on a raincoat and pulled out her umbrella. Then she took my arm. As we walked out into the rain she smiled, turned and locked the doors, then gave me a kiss on the cheek. My snake tried to escape the bonds of my zipper. I was so afraid that I was about to blow. But I kept it in tact. Placing my hand on the small of her back, I guided her toward my car and assisted her as she slid into the passenger seat. Her skirt rose a little up her thighs as she scooted in. I took a deep breath to calm my maleness. I chose one of the better restaurants for dinner and let her pick the meal. She did good... steak, potatoes, wine, and her beautiful smile. During dinner she told me a lot about herself. She also had a passion for reading and thought that working in a library would give her the time and incentive to read. "Boy, was I wrong," she laughed. I asked her about the boy at the checkout desk. "He reminded me of myself at that age." "Yes, it was his first books. He was really excited. He was only seven years old. It made me happy to see the smile on his face as I handed him his library card." She was excited for him. After dinner we talked a long while, then I asked where she lived. "Why? You don't have a home? You live in your vehicle?" She grilled me wit a smile of mischief in her eyes. "Yeah, I have a home, you wanna come see it? It's only a few miles from here?" I held my breath, praying she would say yes and I wouldn't have to jerk myself off tonight. Licking her lips, she smiled and her head bobbed up and down. In my mind's eye I could see her lying between my legs, on my bed, with her head bobbing up and down on my stiff cock. I took a deep breath. Then hoped that I had picked up all of the Hustlers and Penthouses off the floor before I left home that morning. And that the kitchen table was clean. My legs started shaking and I was afraid I would lose control of the car. By all the luck in my life, I made it home safely. The rain had stopped but the residue dripped from the Oak trees in my front yard. We needed an umbrella, but had left them in the car. I liked that the water didn't seem to bother her. She appeared to love walking through the drops and giggled as the rolled down her exposed skin. I opened the door and hoped it was clean. "Oh this is really nice!" she said. I opened my eyes and it looked not too bad. I was proud of myself. I offered her a drink. "All I have is Vodka and beer; maybe some wine, not sure?" "Beer will be fine," she said as she wandered through the somewhat clean living room, eyes darting from sofa to the wide screen TV, to the Stereo. "This is nice place you have here." "Thank you, I'm glad you like it." "Mind if I use the restroom?" "Nahnooo, I slurred hoping that I hadn't left my cum soaked underwear on the floor after my shower this morning. "I apologize for the mess if there's one in there." I didn't hear any squealing so I assumed it was fairly clean and breathed easier. I popped open a few Buds and pulled out a tall glass for Simona'. When she came back I handed it to her. "There was no need to give me a glass; I could have drunk it from the bottle." "Now you're my kind of woman!" I shouted and gave her a high five. "I'm glad to hear that!" she said. I took a deep breath, swallowed a large gulp of my beer, not knowing how to respond. "Ohhhh, I scared you?" she smiled. "Nah, Yeah, caught me off guard!" I stumbled. "I was just playing; trying to see where you wanted to go," her eyes sparkled mischievously as she ran her finger around the rim of her glass. "You really want to know?" "Sure, why not?" she giggled and her blue eyes seemed to flash with joy. "Well, you don't really know me." "I know you are kind and good to old ladies." I blushed. "Yeah, well she's pretty special to me. She showed me how I could travel the world and never leave the library." "I know Simona' said softly. She taught me a lot too. You see she's my grandmother." My heart nearly stopped. All thoughts of seducing this woman went out of my head, my dick shriveled up, my balls turned to marbles. "She told me a lot about you. She likes you very much." Trying to get liquid into my mouth so I could speak, I tried to lick my lips but my tongue had turned to sandpaper, so I just took a deep breath. "Why did you feel you should tell me that?" I whispered. "Because I like you too. I like intelligent men. I don't find many of them around, even at the library." "Gosh, this is amazing! I don't know what to say. I've dreamed about being with you every since you first came to the Library. Did your grandmother put you up to this?" "Yes, and no. She told me about you and how you came to the library twice a day. Pausing, she seemed to be thinking of what to say next. She asked me to be sure that you have everything you needed. She said that you were a very nice young man and that you would make a nice friend. That's her way of saying that I need a man in my life." Her smile was genuine. "Do you?" I asked neverously. "Honestly, no, I don't need anyone to take care of me. I have all I will ever need. But I want someone special in my life. And if my grandmother approves all the better." "Well, that's pretty honest." "Hehehehehe, yes I guess it is. Could I see the rest of the house?" she looked around nervously. "Uh, sure!" I finally snapped out of the trance I seemed to be in. I showed her the rest of the house and when we came to my bedroom, she sat on the bed; thank goodness I had made it that morning. She bounced up and down, testing the mattress. She slipped off her shoes and lay back on the pillows. My dick grew hard watching her lay on my bed. I smelled her honeysuckle perfume and it grew harder. Simona' lay back and patted the bed. "Come join me," she invited. She started unbuttoning her blouse and it revealed a soft pink bra filled with luscious breasts that were almost overflowing their cups. My dick betrayed me and stood straight up. "Ohhhh, large, I like large. Release him please!" I fumbled at my belt and finally got it off. Broke a fingernail trying to unzip my zipper. I was really nervous. Before I was able to undress, Simona' lay naked in the center of my bed, more beautiful than my fantasies could ever have revealed. Yes, she was shaved, the prettiest smooth pussy I have ever seen. Her clit was already erect looking for attention. She slid her hand between her milky; honeysuckle scented legs and lightly ran the tip of her wet finger over the erect little nub. "Come play in my Venus garden, she is crying for attention," she whispered seductively. I started ripping at my pants and finally got them off. I nearly tripped over them as I tried to take a step. I felt like a fool. I had never been so nervous in my life and I have bedded many a woman. Finally, I crawled onto the bed. The honeysuckle scent was stronger than ever. My dick sprang straight up, precum already on its head. Simona' stuck her tongue out and lapped a drop of salty precum off the head. "Mmmm, tasty. You wanna taste mine?" I nearly blew it! I mean sprayed my seed all over her body. But I managed to keep control. I kneeled between her luscious legs and with the tip of my tongue licked at the juices that glistened between her pussy lips. I ran my tongue from the base of her pussy, up over her begging clit. I felt a shiver as her body reacted to my gentle touches. The Library "Ohhhhh, great tongue! Make me cum, suck my clit then tongue fuck my garden. Then I'll ride you like a bronco that can't be broke. I'll show you what books have taught me!" My breath caught in my throat as I shoved my tongue deep into her liquid pond of pleasure. She tasted sweet and salty and her smell was still honeysuckle. I began to understand why; it was her aphrodisiac and it was me who brought it out. It let me know that she was aroused. I sucked her little dick and finger fucked her first. Then I followed her directions and slid my tongue deep into the pleasure hole between her legs. The scent was stronger than I could have imagined. The deeper I tongue fucked her, the sweeter the smell. "Oh yes, you do give good tongue. Look at my body shaking with pleasure. Now it's your turn. You are going to love this!" Simona' rolled me over and first sat on my face as my tongue continued to be the phallus of her pleasure. Then she placed her knees on my shoulders and faced my dick. He stiffened immediately and as soon as he was at full mast, Simona's mouth covered his head. My tongue still whipped in and out of her tasty cunt as her mouth swallowed almost my entire nine-inches. The deeper she took me into her throat the more I wanted to eat out her pussy and taste that sweetness between her prefect legs. Her head bounced up and down like a cavern with no floor she sucked me deeper and deeper without even one gag. I heard her whimper with pleasure. And when my seed exploded from the tip of my cock Simona' swallowed every drop of my hot cum without pulling away. As my load diminished, she lapped at the last hot drops on the tip of my acorn head. Then she massaged my prostrate until my body shivered and all fight escaped my soul. We lay there, both quiet, trying to catch our breath. Neither saying a word. I thought about how wonderful the sex had been. I wanted it every night of my life. She sighed, "Oh wow! Let's do that again!" "HAHAHA! It'll take me a few days to recover from that. " "You can go again, I promise," Simona' whispered as she spread her legs wide and took her soft heavy breast in her hands and squeezed them together. "Turn over, I'll show you." I rolled over and she straddled me. Slowly, as she came down, her pussy sucked in my half limp cock. I shuddered with pleasure immediately. My balls tightened. Hot cum headed for the light, which was soon diminished in the darkness of Simona's pussy. She rode me like a bronco rider and with each thrust of my rod she cried out with pleasure. "That's it baby, fuck me good. Make me cry out in ecstasy! Show me that you're the true love of my life!" Her body engulfed my tool and my heart beat so hard against my chest I thought it would explode; if I had to die this was the way I wanted to go. But die I didn't. I had the best orgasm I had ever experienced. "Marry me!" I cried out as my liquid lust flowed into Simona's overflowing pussy. "I want you to do this to me for the rest of my life. Will grandma Myrna approve? Pleas say yes!" At first, all I heard was deep, heavy breathing. I felt her fingers massaging her clit as she rode me like an expert. Within minutes my hot stream shot deep into her cunt and her back arched like a cat. "Oh yes! Fill up the honeysuckle. Make the flowers grow. Yes, I'll marry you! I've loved you since I was five. We'll make love like this for the rest of our lives. And we'll make really pretty, sweet babies." Simona' lay her head on my chest as the last of my seed filled her wet pussy to overflowing. Her eyes closed and her breathing became steady. We fell asleep in the bliss of our passion. Three months later, we married. A six months later Jacob was born, the seed of our lust and love. I would have never found her if it weren't for the first love of my life, Ms Myrna. ^fantasex The Library Lia pushed a thin strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear, twirled the end between her thumb and forefinger for a moment, then let her hair fall. "You're beautiful." The stocky man approached from her left side and she barely got a look at him before he arranged himself behind her chair and placed his large hands on her shoulders. Lia shrugged off the compliment. Beautiful was never a word she'd use to describe herself. Pretty, maybe in a girl-next-door sort of way. But nothing about her appearance stood out; she wasn't extraordinary in any way. Her lanky frame caused her to loom over nearly every man she met, which, in turn, caused them slight apprehension. Who wanted to date a woman whose height superceded his? Her girlish figure left little to the imagination. She had very little body fat, and thus, no curves save for her thighs. Her hips were nearly non-existent, as were her breasts, a mere A-cup, maybe a B-cup depending on the store brand. "I still shop at the Gap." Lia thought to herself. Her own body image, perhaps the perfect image in the eyes of fashion designers and runway models, caused her great strife and poor self-esteem in the real world. "You're beautiful," echoed in her mind like bomb exploding in a marble room. She couldn't fathom the possibility that someone, anyone, thought she was beautiful. She ran her hands up the nape of her neck and placed them gently over his. "Thank you," was all she could muster, her voice far away as she tried to drink the moment up. "What are you reading?" The manly hands left her shoulders as the stocky gentleman walked around in front of her and took a seat in the next chair. "Oh, this? Nothing." She closed her book quickly and stashed it in her bag. "School work." "You're a student? College?" "Actually, no. I'm a professor." Lia removed her thick-framed glasses and set them on the chair next to her. "A professor? Hmm. I'm impressed." The man seemed slightly intimidated by the announcement. Smart women tended to make him nervous. He wouldn't let her see his nerves. "Is there something I can help you with?" She asked, not quite sure she wanted to know the answer. "I'm looking for a book. Maybe you'd know where to find it?" "That's what card catalogs are for, sir." She pulled the book back out of her bag and turned it to the page she had dog=eared. "You offered to help." The man forced a laugh then stood up. "You're right." Lia put down her book again and glanced at the man, who now seemed as if he'd be taller than she. "I did." She stood up. "What book are you looking for?" "The Kama Sutra." Lia rolled her eyes out of sight of the gentleman. "Great." She whispered to herself. "Have you done a search on the computer yet?" She asked the man who, by now, seemed uninterested in the book he had asked about seconds ago. His gaze was fixated on Lia's body, her muscle tone, and her height. She was only an inch or two shorter than he, but still, her height presented yet another feature that suggested this woman might not be an easy target. "Sir." Lia called to the man, snapping him out of his daze. "Nate." "What?" Lia asked. "My name. It's Nate." "Oh." Lia didn't really care. She just wanted to show the man where the book was and get back to her reading. She wrote down the location of the book and handed it to the man. "Here you go." "Thanks. Would you mind walking me to the bookshelf." The man smiled at her. "I really need to--." "Please?" The man leaned over and whispered something in her ear that made Lia blush. She regained her composure and chuckled a bit, buying herself time to answer. "I suppose." Lia took a few steps toward the bookshelf where the book in question was. She turned her head to make sure the man was behind her. She was a tad nervous, considering the library was unusually empty for this time of day. Across the large room, Lia could see a few students cramming for an early morning test. They were paying no attention to the pair of adults heading toward the bookshelf. "If something happens, they'll hear me yell." Lia thought to herself. As she walked between the bookshelves, she noticed the man was no longer at her heel. "Sir." She whispered. "Nate?" No answer. She rounded the corner and found the man standing against a bookshelf, Kama Sutra in hand, flipping through the pages. "I see you've found it." Lia stated, hoping she could now return to her book. "Mmm hmm." The man set the book back on its shelf and touched Lia's cheek. "You really ARE beautiful." Lia blushed again. The man reached behind and pulled the bun out of Lia's hair, allowing her long, brown tresses to fall loosely around her shoulders. Lia's heart raced. She didn't know if she should stay or run. Her hands were sweaty and warm, her legs felt like jell-o. Thoughts raced through her head. The man took a step towards Lia, their bodies only inches apart. Lia could feel the heat from the man's stocky frame on her face. He reached towards her and ran his fingers down the front of her blouse. "Seven buttons." He said to himself as if he were taking mental notes. A warm rush came over Lia and she knew this was the moment she had been waiting for all her life. This was it. Her own fantasy was going to come true by this handsome man whose innocent compliment had wreaked havoc on her. She wanted him now. Lia fell to her knees, her head lined up perfectly with the man's hips. "You don't waste time, do you?" The man asked as he felt a stiffness in his khakis. "Not when I know what I want." Lia reached her hand up and lightly ran her fingers across the man's growing bulge in front of her. She leaned her head in and lightly kissed the front of his khakis. She could feel the dampness in her own underwear and the tingle of sexual tension made her shudder. The man began to unbuckle his belt. "Not yet." Lia said. "I'll get to that." She turned her head back to the ever-growing bulge in front of her and continued to kiss and nibble on it with her lips. A low moan escaped the man's throat. Oh how he wished she would let him undo his khakis and stick his engorged cock in her throat. As she continued her delicate fondling of his manhood, she began to slowly undo his belt. His body tensed then released in a repetitive cycle as his brain processed what was about to happen. He felt a draft on his legs as his pants fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. Lia leaned in again and kissed and nibbled his manhood through his silk boxers. "Loony Toons." She thought to herself. "How fifth grade." No matter. She continued her teasing for what seemed like an eternity to the man, who desperately wanted to release his seed into her mouth. As if she sensed his desire, she began to slowly remove his boxers, inch by inch, watching as his cock slowly emerged from its silk prison. He moaned again as Lia pushed his boxers down around his ankles, exposing his penis to the cool air. Her hands were on his legs, her mouth just inches from his throbbing cock. With one hand, she pushed his cock upward, giving her access to his nuts. She leaned her head in close and flicked her tongue over his nuts. He shuddered. With her hand, she began jerking his cock slowly as she licked his balls. "Please..." the man's voice trailed off as she leaned in even further and sucked his balls into her mouth. "Oh my god!" The man's words were heavy. He leaned back against the bookshelf for balance as the woman below him sucked his balls. He had never experienced such a thing before. Sure, he'd had blow jobs before, but never like this. No woman had ever tried to take his balls into her mouth before. He was breathless. That feeling was almost as good as an orgasm. Almost. He looked down as Lia released his balls from her mouth. "Where the hell did you learn that?" He asked, not really sure he wanted to know the answer. "It's a gift." Lia sneered at him. "You're gifted." The man realized the line was cheesy, but he felt it was the only appropriate line at this moment. Lia smiled. "stand up." The man commanded, and Lia did as he asked. "That was amazing." "But I didn't even get you off?" She stammered. "You will. But first, let me repay the favor." The man ran his hands down the front of Lia's jeans, stopping at her mound. He could feel her pussy's heat through her jeans. With his index finger, he traced the outline her pussy made, rubbing it back and forth along her crack. Lia threw her head back and signed deeply. The man unbuttoned Lia's jeans and slid them down her legs. Only a thin piece of pink fabric separated him from her glorious mound. But she was going to have to beg for release. He leaned in and kissed her mound through her panties. His tongue leaped in and out of his mouth as flicked her hidden clit. Lia reached down and began to pull her panties to the side, but the man would have none of that. "You have to wait, just like I did." Lia sighed heavily. She hated when her tactics were used against her. The man pushed Lia's legs apart as she stood, back braced against the bookshelf, hands holding on for dear life, as the man leaned back in and traced her pussy lips with his tongue. "You're so wet." She giggled a bit under her breath at the man's statement. Her body tensed as she felt the man reach his finger inside her panties and slip effortlessly inside her pussy. She moaned lightly. His finger darted in and out of her pussy, slowly at first, gaining speed with every thrust. After a moment, he slipped another finger inside her, then a third. Her legs spread instinctively to allow the man's fingers more room. He pushed aside the fabric covering her clit with his free hand and placed his thumb over her pearl. Applying a small amount of pressure, he caused Lia to jump slightly. "Fuck!" The words escaped her throat. "In time." Was all the man said. Applying a bit more pressure, he moved his thumb in a clockwise motion over her clit, his fingers in her pussy gaining more speed, and thrusting harder at each turn. Replacing his thumb with his mouth, the man began sucking her clit into his mouth as fingers danced inside her pussy. "I'm gonna come." Was all she could muster. The sensation overcame her, and the waves of her orgasm began to hit. His fingers moved in and out, faster than ever, and his tongue flicked back and forth across her pussy as she bucked her hips against his face. When her orgasm subsided, the man removed his fingers from her pussy. "My turn." Lia got up on her knees and began to take his cock in her hand. The man shook his head. "Hands and knees." He commanded her. Her spent pussy had no desire to accommodate his cock right now, but she did as he asked. He moved himself behind her and grabbed her hips. With one swift move, he buried his cock in her dripping pussy. He fucked her spent pussy for a few minutes, then pulled out. "Are you ready?" He asked her. She knew what was coming. "Yes." She replied, not quite sure if she really WAS ready. The man pulled her ass cheeks apart and placed the bulbous head of his cock at the entrance to her ass. "Here I go." He began to push forward, watching his dick slip slowly into Lia's ass. She groaned as she felt her ass stretching to allow his thick manhood entry. After what seemed like hours, his cock was finally buried in her tight ass. He remained still for a moment, allowing Lia time to adjust to this new sensation. Then slowly, he began pulling his cock out of her ass. When just the head remained inside her ass, he slowly pushed it back in until, once again, his entire cock was buried in her ass. A second time he pulled all but his cockhead out of her ass and slowly pushed it back in. Then a third time. Then a fourth time. All very slow and deliberate movements that were warming her ass up to the fact that this was going to be a long ass-fucking. With each push, Lia could feel the mans balls slapping her pussy. The sensation was amazing. His balls slapped just shy of her clit, but she figured she could maneuver in such a way as to get her hands down to her pussy. She reached one hand down and began rubbing her clit in time to the man's rhythm. He began to speed up his strokes. They were still quite slow, but she could feel his pace quicken and knew his own orgasm was impending. "Cum in my ass." She whispered her command at the man, knowing it would drive him crazy. "I will. When I am ready." He pulled his entire cock out of her ass and started at the gaping hole his cock had created. He adjusted his position and rammed his swollen cock back into her ass. She muffled her scream with her jeans that lay on the floor next to her face. His movements went from slow, deliberate thrusts to fast, hard, pounding thrusts in a moment's time. She could hardly breathe as her ass stretched. She tugged at her clit with her fingers, hoping that her own orgasm would ease the pain the man's cock in her ass created. No such luck. The man pushed her ass cheeks apart as he watched his cock piston in and out of her ass. His low moans sped up as his cock throbbed, signaling he was ready to explode. After a few quick, hard thrusts, the man sank his cock deep in her ass and pressed hard. Lia felt his warm cum fill her ass in rapid bursts. "Oh fuck!" Was all the man could say as he pumped load after load of warm cum into Lia's ass. His cock limp, he slowly removed it from Lia's ass. "Don't move." He commanded her. From the pocket of his khakis, the man produced a large butt-plug. He lined the plug up with Lia's enlarged asshole and pushed it in. Lia jumped a bit as she felt the plastic intruder take hold. "Leave it there." The man dressed himself quickly and walked out of the library. Lia looked around and saw a piece of paper on the ground. "Leave it in until I come back." Was all the note read. The library was empty now. Lia scrambled to dress herself and get out before the library closed. She had no idea where the man went or who he even was. But she knew one thing. This wouldn't be the last time they met. The Library A quietly attractive woman is bent over a large desk; intently studying a computer screen. She breaks from this concentration, and announces into an intercom, "Attention patrons we will be closing in ten minutes; please bring your final selections to the check out desk." For the next eight minutes or so, people file calmly to the desk and are efficiently checked out. The woman looks expectantly at the clock as the last patron files out. She is just about to shut down the computer; when a deep voice startles her, "Tell me I have one more moment ... please." She looks up and almost blushes. A tall attractive, dark haired man is smiling at her. "Well, I guess I could fit you in," she says, smiling. He looks intently into her eyes; she suddenly feels self-conscious and warm. "Well, let's get to your books," she says. She begins to handle his selections; a book on photography, a history book. She blushes as she picks up a book on mythology with an old world painting of a pair of nude lovers. He takes note of her blush and smiles; chuckling inside. It is refreshing to see a woman in her forties who is still a bit bashful. She reaches for the last book. It is a coffee table photo book on Venice. They begin to make a little idle chatter, seeing as they both had been to Venice in their younger days. She is engrossed in him, his easy likeability, his intelligence and of course his sexy masculinity. Suddenly she realizes that it has grown quiet. She notes that all the patrons are gone, and the other library clerks also. They have even turned off the lights in the main areas of the library. "Well, I should let you get home," she says. "I'm enjoying this discussion. Couldn't we continue a bit longer?" he replies. She hesitates. She notes the extra bit of interest in his statement. "Well, I suppose I could stay a bit longer." "Let's go over there, where we can sit down," she says. He follows her, noting the curve of her body, and her movements with interest. She leads him to a dimly lit seating area with slightly plush seats, and tables. They find seats and continue talking. Each telling the other of their travels in Europe and the youthful times they enjoyed. She is only half way listening to him. She studies his handsome face and the way he moves. She feels emotion stirring within her. A slight warm excitement she hasn't felt for a while. While quite attractive, she ventures out seldom and her slight reticence keeps her from being noticed at times. It has been a long time; since she enjoyed a man's attentions. He pauses in his conversation, looks at her and smiles. He asks her a question. She suddenly breaks away from her examination of him; realizing he has questioned her. "I'm sorry, I was momentarily distracted," she says. He senses why. He reaches across the table and takes her hand. He bends and puts his lips to it. Looking upward he gazes at her. "I sense some tension in the air, good tension." She involuntarily shivers at the feel of his lips. She looks at him. He realizes that she has frozen, like a deer in the headlights. "Am I assuming too much?" he asks. Her reply is so soft he scarcely hears it. Very quietly a soft, "No", escapes her lips Shyly she meets his eyes and he sees vulnerability in her eyes, and a yearning. He gets up from his chair and kneels beside her, very gently, and very softly taking her chin and tilting it up to him. He kisses lips which feel soft as rose petals and taste sweet. Taking her hand, he draws her to standing, puts his arms around her and feels a release of tension from her. She succumbs to his embrace, relaxing into his chest tentatively, returning the kiss. He pulls her in tighter as his kiss becomes more forceful. After a little gasp, she begins to return his ardor. His hands roam as far as they can; exploring every curve, every hard angle of bone, every soft pocket of flesh. His desire is aflame for her. HE WANTS HER! She is a bit shy. Nonetheless, her wanting begins to show in ever more energy, ever more touching. She seeks to feel one with him. He suddenly grasps her around her thighs and lifts her to the tabletop. She does not pause in her exploration of his chest, or his mouth. She is HUNGRY! He buries his head in the space of her neck; behind her ear, breathing, kissing, and licking. He wants to devour her. He unclips her hair behind her head. Her blonde hair falls down cascading around his face. He wonders if anything ever felt as soft. She is alive with sensation. Her entire body tingles. It has been a long time since she has had treatment such as this. His big hands cup the sides of her breasts. Coming up for air, he changes position and buries his face; this time in her cleavage. She moans just a little in the excitement of it all. He grasps her blouse, not wanting to take time to unbutton; he just rips down through the buttons. Her heart races. He quickly unsnaps her bra; pausing a moment he drinks in the view of her. Yet again, he buries his face in her bosom. She moans in delight as he licks, kisses and suckles around each lovely breast. Circling in ever narrowing paths, he reaches her nipple. One hand pinches softly, the left nipple. He draws in her right one so gently; but quickly becoming firmer. She squirms on the table. This is the greatest amount of sensation she has felt in a long while. Her high pitched moans and squeals please him. He lightly grazes the nipple with his teeth. Her moans go wild. She has completely given in to abandon. She is his now, to do with as he wishes. She has lost most control. She is almost a puppet in his hands, but she tries to give him some stimulation as she feasts on his attentions. She explores his chest softly. She kisses his neck and collar bone. Now, she reaches between his legs. She touches him and she is excited by what she feels. His cock is rock hard beneath his pants, it tempts her. He stops a moment and says her name softly, "Kat ..." He reaches up and removes her glasses. He stares into her blue eyes. He wants her, as surely as his cells want food. Her eyes say the same to him. He runs his hands up under her skirt. He flips it forward, looking a short moment; he then grasps the top of her bikinis and pulls them downward. She doesn't think she could get any more excited. He takes in the view. The curly brown hair gives away the fact that she isn't naturally as blonde as she seems. He knows she is excited. He can see a shiny glistening coming from between her folds. He draws nearer. She breathes inwardly, sighing, anticipating what is to come. He gently begins licking, around her folds then lapping at her clitoris. She squirms. He runs his tongue up and down, slipping into, dipping into...... her pussy. She is moaning with the intensity of it all. He keeps teasing her. He laps at her clitoris, and begins probing with his fingers. He inserts two fingers into her sweetest spot, all the while never ending his attention to the clitoris. He strokes her now, with his two fingers. Faster and faster he goes, and his tongue too, on her clit, goes faster! Her moans grow louder and louder. He smiles inside. He pauses just for the briefest second and she implores him, "Don't stop. Please ... ... don't stop." He has brought her to the brink of ecstasy and she is about to go over. She grabs his head. Pulling at his hair, she shrieks loudly. She exhales forcefully. He knows that he has fed her. She collapses in sexual exhaustion; back onto the table. He continues to give her long soft licks, from her clitoris down through her folds. It is almost too intense for her. He lies forward onto her, pressing himself to her, enveloping her in an embrace, kissing her lips. "Oh, Christian..." she says. The Library I have been working as the secretary at my husband's law firm for about three weeks now. Things seem to be going really well. He is more organized than ever before, and has been able to cut back on the amount of hours he works. There is one day in particular that I remember at the office. It was a Wednesday, he had just gotten back from PFA Court. I had been at the office answering the phone and was finishing some pleadings I needed to file at the courthouse that afternoon. He walked into the office, stopped at my desk, leaned down and gave me a slow passionate kiss before heading into his office. He was always good about showing me affection and letting me know just how very much he loved me. He looked so handsome, just as he always did. He was wearing his brown color suit, a white shirt, and a blue and gold color tie. I always loved to sit at my desk and undress him in my mind. I was wearing a black knee length skirt and a red sweater set, black fishnet stockings and a small strand of pearls around my neck. This strand of pearls were particularly special because they were given to me by my husband the day we were married. A day I will never forget. I finished up the pleadings. Dave had been working in the library, I needed him to sign the documents, so I made my way into where he was. When I walked into the room, he turned his head, looked at me, and with a grin, told me to close the door behind me. He immediately got up from his chair, and in one motion pinned me up against the wall, grabbing my wrists, and holding them against the wall above my head. He kissed up and down my neck.. my ears, my cheeks, my nose, my mouth.. kissing my lips,..... slow.. deep.. passionate kisses... our tongues circling around in each others mouths... I moaned with excitement.. the very thought of what was about to happen made me soaking wet.. I could feel how wet my panties were getting.. With my arms still above my head, I felt his hand exploring my body.. caressing my breasts, grabbing them firmly... making his presence known... feeling my hard nipples protruding through my shirt. .. his hand gliding down my side.. around to my ass.. giving it a firm squeeze.. lifting up my skirt.. his hand running across my belly.. slowly sliding down my leg, and then underneath my skirt... massaging my sweet spot through my silk panties,,, I hear how heavy his breathing has become, as he pressed against me.. My body felt like it was on fire.. I desired and wanted him so bad... He lead me over to a table in front of the window.. sat me down. pushed me back against the cold window and ripped my panties off, and threw them to the floor . He spread my legs so wide.. exposing every bit of my wet, pink pussy. He got down on his knees. I felt him start to kiss up my inner thighs. Oh,, how good it felt.. I remember reaching up and squeezing my breasts, feeling how very hard my nipples were. The moment his tongue touched my pussy, i moaned so loud. Mmmmm did it feel good.. He knew exactly where to lick me.. I remember looking out the window as he was eating me.. wondering if someone could see us. God, I hoped they could. I really wanted someone to be watching us. The thought of someone across the street seeing us, masturbating to what they were seeing, made me so hot!! I felt his fingers moving in and out of my pussy now.. oh god, it feels so good... his tongue circling my clit.. his fingers fucking my pussy.. I kept grabbing the back of his head, pushing him into my pussy.. burying his whole face in me.. mmmm.. he knew how to eat my pussy so good.. I kept moaning his name.. over and over.. He would take his fingers from my pussy and place them at my mouth so I could suck them clean.. He knew how very much I loved tasting my pussy... I climaxed.. let out a scream.. i felt his hand reach up to cover my mouth..( I did not realize at the time.. but his afternoon appointment had arrived and was waiting in the other room..) I came so good.. cum running out of my pussy, all over his tongue, lips, face, fingers. He made his way up to me and kissed me deeply and passionately.. His face smelling of sex.. He flipped me over.. I was bent over onto the table. He wanted me to stay standing.. placing my hands on the outer edge of the table.. He whispered in my ear.. That I deserved every inch of his big, fat, hard cock, and that he was going to give me the fucking of my life. He noticed in one of the windows across the street.. a man standing there, watching us.. Dave told me to grab my breasts and play with them.. He proceeded to thrust his rock hard cock into my pussy from behind.. my nipples were so hard.. I could see the man across the street with his cock out.. stroking hard.. watching Dave and I as we fucked like rabbits, in the library... Mmmmm he fucked my pussy so fast and hard.. I had to hold my breasts so tight, they were bouncing uncontrollably... With one last hard thrust I felt his cock throb.. he leaned into me .. moaning.. filling up my pussy with his delicious cum... about the same time.. I saw the window open where the man was masturbating, he got right up in the window, and continued to stroke, until he shot his cum out the window.. Mmmmmm .. that was one hot fuck... We kissed a moment longer... straightened ourselves back out.. and Dave went out to greet his client... smelling of raw.. hot sex.. That was a afternoon at the office I will never forget!! The Library She walked down the isle surrounded by old musty books, the air smelled of dust and old leather. This was part of the library that rarely got used; she had never seen anyone over here but occasionally she found herself putting a book or two away. Carrying the last book from the return cart she read the spine "Taboo: The Spirit Awakens. "Not familiar with this particular book, she started flipping through the pages It was full of all kinds of odd yet interesting pictures of sexual rituals and rites of passage. She found herself becoming engrossed, so that she wasn't paying attention to where she was walking. Reading the caption under one particularly intriguing picture she walked into a brick wall. Actually it was a man standing in the walkway but the impact still knocked her off her feet causing her to drop the book. She landed on her bottom, catching herself with her hands. She looked up at the well-dressed man who seemed as surprised as she was. He bent down to pick up the book, she couldn't help but notice how his eyes lingered, starting with her heeled feet tracing slowly up her stocking clad legs to her thighs exposed under her short skirt. The straps of her garter belt were peeking out. Feeling flames hit her cheeks she blushed, remembering she wasn't wearing panties today. She had been feeling daring this morning when she dressed and was now wondering how much he had seen. Looking up their eyes met, he offered her his hand to help her stand. She took his hand and stood, straightening her blouse and mussed hair. He held the book in his hand, offering it to her. She reached for the book taking hold of it, but he didn't release it. Instead he looked her straight in the eyes and spoke "Taboo. A very good book, I recommend it." "Oh, It's not mine. I was just putting it away." She corrected. She was finding it hard to maintain eye contact, his intense gaze made her feel completely exposed. "What a shame," he replied, "It's very enlightening, especially the chapter about sex in public places for religious purposes." His voice was deep and soothing. She felt her nipples harden at the words and was surprised by how much the thought titillated her. She realized that they were both still holding the book, their fingers touching. "I should put this away, the library is closed you know." "I know," he said, "I have a key. I am one of the professors here." "Really? Are you new? I haven't met you before," she asked. "I just started. I teach Anthropology," he stated. "Oh, " she said feeling flustered, "well then I'll just finish up here and lock up." She tried to walk away but he held the book fast. "What's your hurry?" he asked as he put his hand on hers. "It's early still and if you haven't any plans I would love to discuss the book more with you. After all it is my specialty. Maybe you can offer a few suggestion for my class outline." Her pulse quickened at his touch Well," she started, "I suppose it is still early and this seems to be a fascinating book. But not too long, I have an appointment later." She couldn't believe her ears. She felt like she should escape, his gaze was making her increasingly unsettled but aroused at the same time. He seemed to look through her clothing and see what was underneath. She found herself thinking about the picture she was reading about when she ran into him. It had shown a couple on a table surrounded by people watching. He led her over to a worktable where there was a laptop, books and notes spread out completely covering the surface. He picked up the lose papers and quickly made a couple small neat piles. "Sit here." He said motioning to a chair. "This book is much more insightful than people believe. There are things here that you won't see elsewhere." He got into a tone obviously used in lecture. "The illustrations are very detailed and instructional if you look closely." He sat on the edge of the table next to her arm and opened the book pointing to a picture. "Take this one for example." He said, it was the picture she had been looking at, "most would think it was merely a couple having sex with people watching. In actuality it is a ritualistic coupling of the high priest and priestess to bring on the good harvest for the oncoming year." His tone had lowered while he talked becoming slow and sensual. She found herself leaning towards him taking in every word. Lips almost touching her cheek as the words fell from his mouth, so smooth as if made of honey. He was describing the ritual in detail but she was no longer listening. All she heard was his voice seducing her, making her want to kiss him and act out the pictures in front of her. She could smell his cologne. "Hmmm, Aqua," she thought. Her nipples were hard and straining in her bra. She felt as if they would spring free at any moment. She had never felt so attracted to someone in her life. She turned her head to face him. Looking at his strong features she gave in to her urges and kissed his cheek ever so softly. He stopped talking and looked at her, leaning forward to kiss her lips. They touched ever so lightly, almost teasingly. Wanting more, she leaned in deepening the kiss. He brought his hand up to the nape of her neck burying his fingers into her hair. She moaned softly into his mouth, she felt a knot of desire in her belly and it was growing rapidly. He stood pulling her up with him and wrapped an arm around her waist resting his hand on her firm ass. He was taller that she first thought for her neck was tilted all the way back. She brought her hands around to caress his back and shoulders. He trailed kisses over to her ear, nibbling gently on the edge of the lobe. His hands were roaming over her body. One was caressing her buttocks and back while the other found her breast through the fabric of her blouse. She gasped at the feeling wishing it were her bare skin instead. She leaned into his hand and he chuckled quietly into her ear. "Is there a fire burning under that cool exterior?" He asked, smiling as she nodded. "Why don't we see if we can turn it into an inferno." And he proceeded to do just that. Leaning his head down to her neck he kissed it lightly. He trailed kisses across her throat, she moaned tilting her head back to give him better access. Unexpectedly he opened his mouth and bit down. His hands went to gasp one ass cheek in each, pulling her tightly against him. She could feel his hardness through his clothes pressing against her as she dug her fingers into his flesh of his back. He trailed a hand down to her thigh and brought it forcibly up to his waist. His hand pushed up past her skirt to her inner thigh. Feeling the garter straps he pulled on one letting it go to snap back against her delicate flesh. She brought his hands up to his head burying her fingers into his hair. She pulled it bringing his lips back to hers and kissed him hard with all the passion she was feeling. Their tongues dueled in their mouths; she captured his and sucked on it for a moment. He groaned and turned their bodies. He pushed her back to sit on the table top, parting her legs to stand between them. Pushing her skirt up to her hips he brought one hand to trace up her thigh to her pussy. He paused at the edge, not actually touching, then moving his hands he brought both to her blouse unfastening the buttons expertly. Once opened, he paused, admiring her breasts as they swelled above her lacy bra. He opened the front clasp of her bra and pushed it and the shirt off her shoulders together. He brought his hands up to her breasts, cupping the soft globes firmly, capturing her sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling them. She gasped and moaned in response, reaching up she placed a hand in each of his cheeks and brought his head down for a kiss. He leaned further forcing her to lay back on the table with her thighs spread wide. One kneading her breast the other slipped back to her parted legs. He cupped her damp mound rubbing her clit with his thumb. She bucked against his hand at the feeling moaning loudly. "Hmm...I didn't think I saw any panties when you were sitting on the floor," he murmured into her neck, nipping to punctuate the word 'panties'. She gasped, "You saw that?" "Of course I did my pet, I saw everything." The use of the endearment made her feel possessed, it thrilled her for some reason that she didn't understand. He slipped a finger down to part the wet folds of her pussy lips. Rubbing it around to moisten it before slipping it inside. "Hmmm...." She moaned appreciatively. Moving it slowly in and out he kissed her, his tongue mimicking the motions of his hand. She brought up her hips to meet the thrusting motions of his hand. He brought his lips down and latched onto her nipple, teasing the hard bud with the tip of his tongue. Teasing and sucking until she was mindless, he moved to lavish the other breast with the same attention, trailing kisses down her stomach to her navel, pausing to stick his tongue in the small crevice and play for a moment with the navel ring settled there. "What and interesting little jewel" he murmured into her belly. Continuing his kisses down to her hip, pausing momentarily to unzip her skirt and quickly removing it, tossing it onto the pile with her shirt and bra. While he stood and looking down at her, she realized that she lay in the middle of the library, on a table, wearing nothing more that a garter belt, stockings and shoes. She felt as if she should be self-conscious but she wasn't. "Hmmm...you are so perfect," he said, admiring her body as he knelt down between her parted legs. He brought his arms under her thighs and around so his fingers were rubbing her clit and parting her moist petals. She could feel his hot breath on her wet pussy, his tongue touched her, tasting her. "I like how you are bare, it's very hot." He gently teased her pussy with his mouth. Alternating flicking her clit with his tongue and sticking it inside her pussy as if tasting her sweet nectar like a hummingbird. His thumb and first finger pinched her clit, rolling it around like they had done with her nipples. Increasing the vigorousness of his motions as her breaths came faster and shorter. She gasped and moaned, squirming beneath his mouth. She brought her hands up to play with her breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples. He continued to pleasure her with his talented tongue while fingering her pussy at the same time. She moaned loudly, "Oh god I think I'm about to cum," she cried out. "Let it happen," he told her as he increased his motions. "Cum on pet, cum all over my face like a good girl." She felt the orgasm start and arched her back off the table "OH GOD!!!" she screamed, her hands grabbed his hair and jerked his head up to hers for a kiss. He continued stroking her pussy with his fingers as her body jerked as the waves of her orgasm continued to hit. She moaned into his mouth without breaking the kiss. He petted her softly and soothingly as she twitched with lingering tremors. She was lying back on the table with him between her thighs lying on top of her. "Hmmmm...yes, did you like that my pet?" he asked quietly while nuzzling her ear. "Oh yes," she replied, "but now..." "Now what?" He inquired huskily, staring deep into her eyes. "You're turn." She replied as she unfastened his belt slowly, grazing the tip of his engorged cock and lightly rubbing it through the fabric of his pants. She pushed him back and turned him so he was leaning up against the table. Kneeling before him she unbuttoned his jeans. Leaning up she grasped the zipper with her teeth and slowly pulled it down. He could feel her hot breath through the thin fabric of his boxers. She reached up and pushed his pants off of his hips, sliding them down to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and she removed the jeans entirely, standing and tossing them to the pile where her own clothing resided. She then reached for the waistband of his shorts, slowly and teasingly removing them and tossing them as well. She looked at him, boldly inspecting from head to toe. "This will never work," she said, "the shirt has to come off as well." She laughed throatily as he quickly removed it and tossed it aside. Standing proud in his nakedness he stayed perfectly still while she admired him from head to toe. She placed a hand on his chest and let it trail lazily to his belly, stopping just before his hard cock. She raked her nails lightly against the sensitive skin smiling as he gasped. She felt powerful and in charge. She knelt before him and inspected his throbbing cock. She reached up with a hand and grabbed hold, wrapping her fingers around it completely and making him groan with pleasure. He felt her hot breath on his prick, he had never felt so hard before and her teasing was making him even harder still. He looked down at the top of her head. He grabbed the band holding her hair up and pulled it off. He ran his fingers through her blond hair spreading it all around making it cascade around her shoulders. I fell almost to her waist. Her lips lightly touched the tip of his dick, flicking it with the tip of her tongue, tasting the bead of pre-cum that glistened there, "Mmmm," she closed her eyes enjoying the salty flavor. She teased his head with her tongue, parting her lips slightly she slipped them over his cock engulfing it completely with her hot mouth. He groaned in pleasure and grabbed fistfuls of her hair with both hands. She pushed her head down until he touched the back of her throat and she could go no further, slowly she pulled her head back sucking slightly as she did. Keeping her hand wrapped firmly around his shaft she moved up and down, moving her closed fingers in time with her eager mouth. He closed his eyes in pleasure, a groan escaping his lips. The feel of both her mouth and hand were putting him on the edge of his own orgasm. He didn't want to cum yet though, there was still more fun to be had. She was alternating licking his shaft and balls and sucking them. He could hear she was enjoying this as much as he was by the small moans coming from her as she pleasured him. He watched as she reached her free hand down to touch her soaked pussy. "Do it, touch yourself," he ordered. She looked up at him seductively, her mouth filled with his cock. She touched herself again, rubbing her clit lightly at first. She twitched, as she was still sensitive from before. "More, I want to see you finger yourself." She obeyed slipping two fingers inside her pussy, never pausing in her attentions to his cock, and started fucking herself in time with her mouth. She moaned at the feeling, her hips began to grind against her fingers. Her attentions on his prick were increasing to almost a frantic pace. He felt as if he would explode at any moment. She paused and he heard a deep groan come from her throat, feeling the vibrations he knew she was cumming again. He quickly pulled out of her mouth, leaned down, picked her up off the floor, turned around and slapped her down onto the table. In one swift motion he parted her legs and drove deep into her until he could go no further. Her eyes flew open at the suddenness of it all then closed again and she moaned deep from the feeling of his dick inside her, he could feel her muscles clenching and relaxing with her orgasm. He began to slowly pull out, she whimpered at his leaving and wrapped her legs around his hips trying to drive him back in. He leaned down, kissing her fiercely. Grabbing both of her hands he held them down to the table. He pulled all he way out, brushing the head of his cock against her wet lips, teasing her. He gave a throaty chuckle as she squirmed against him, grinding her hips, trying to force his cock back into her wanting pussy. "Please," she begged, "please fuck me." "How bad do you want it," he asked, "tell me how bad you want me, describe it to me." "I want you really bad. I need you inside me, I have to have you. Please fuck me now." She pleaded, hating the sound of her voice but unable to stop the words from pouring out. "Good girl," he crooned, "I like it when you tell me what you want." With that he began to enter, pushing in slowly as to drive her crazy. Still holding her arms down to the table he leaned and took a nipple into his mouth. Suckling for a moment then flicking it with his tongue and nibbling. His thrusts came in a slow easy rhythm, her hips rose to meet his, her breath coming in short breaths. A moan escaped her throat as he moved to the other breast. Hands straining to reach up and grab his hair she was denied her right to move. He nipped her neck sending a shock down through her body. The fire inside had become the inferno. She lurched suddenly with an unknown strength, surprising him by breaking free. Pushing him off, she stood. She grabbed his hair and brought his lips to hers guiding him as she positioned his back to the table. "Lay down," she commanded. He complied, smiling at her sudden dominance. She climbed on top, straddling his hips and guiding his dick back into her body, impaling herself on it. Placing his hands on her hips he helped guide her up and down finding her rhythm. She rode him, head tossed back and hair flowing across his thighs looking like a goddess. He stroked her breasts, cupping them and rubbing her nipples with his fingers. She used one to hand stroked his chest, sometimes for leverage as she leaned forward. He reached up placing a hand around her throat with just enough pressure to let her know it was there. Leaning up without releasing his grip he slid off the table. Removing her from his lap and turning her around he pushed her face down on the table. Grabbing a fistful of hair and wrapping it around his wrist he thrust deep into her. "Teasing playtime is over now, now I'm going to make you scream." With that he pounded her pussy, thrusts coming hard and fast. Pulling on her hair forcing her head come back and back arch sharply. She wrapped her hands around the edge of the table holding tight to keep her balance and leverage. Breath coming in gasps she was moaning continuously now. The pitch of her voice changed and he felt her tense up. With his free hand he smacked her butt cheek loudly, rubbing it to take the sting off. She reared up when he did it, her eyes flying open at the blow, hips bucking against him. She started to turn her head to look at him, instead he tightened his grip on her hair and pulled back so she couldn't. Continuing his trusting he smacked the other cheek, again rubbing the sting away. Over and over again he spanked her and rubbed until her ass felt like it was burning. His breathing deepened and small moans were starting to be heard. She clenched her muscles, squeezing tight around him. It was so tight he was forced to stop. He jerked on her hair "Let go pet....NOW!" he ordered. She released her grip enough to free him to move and resume thrusting, harder and deeper than before. The edge of the table was digging into her thighs but she didn't care. The fasteners holding her stockings were imprinted permanently into her flesh. She was sure her stockings were destroyed by now as well. None of it mattered, all that mattered was the heavenly feeling of that hard hot cock moving inside her filling her up. She felt the orgasm building, the first wave crashed upon her and she whimpered, getting louder and louder until she was practically screaming with the pleasure. Her tensing muscles pulsing and the sounds of pleasure were enough to finally drive him over the edge and to his own climax. His cock stiffened and he felt the rush as he shot his load deep into her pussy, it felt like and explosion. His own shout was almost loud enough to drown her out. He collapsed, covering her sweat soaked body with his own. "Hmmm," she groaned appreciatively, "that was amazing." She felt dizzy, as if she were floating. She could hear her blood racing in her hear, her heart pounding still. The Library "That it was," he agreed, " You wore me out pet." He nuzzled her neck, kissing it lightly as she sighed. A beep sounded in the distance...sounding like an alarm. Like a gunshot the mood was broken. Her head came up sharply, "OH NO! I'm going to be late!" She exclaimed. "I have to go." She jerked out from under him and rushed to the pile of clothing. Quickly donning her rumpled blouse and skirt she was surprised to notice that her stockings remained unscathed by this recent ordeal. "I'm sorry, I have to meet some friends and they are waiting." "It's all right, I understand," he said, chuckling in a way that let her know that he wasn't completely believing her. She flushed with embarrassment, thinking about what had just transpired and feeling slightly mollified that she had acted in such a way with a complete stranger. "Goodbye," she said practically running from him. "What is your name?" He called after her. "It's A...." the rapidly expanding distance between them muffled the rest. "Damn," he cursed as he began to dress. His own watch beeped reminding him that he had an appointment as well this night. Oh well, he might as well go now even though he hadn't really wanted to in the first place. He collected his scattered papers, putting them back into their neatly sorted stacks. Looking down he spied the book that has started this whole endeavor in the first place. Smiling to himself he decided to go ahead and take it with him, and left the library. Later that evening..... She sat at the pub with her sister, neatly groomed and looking as if nothing had transpired earlier in the day. She was vaguely aware of participating in a conversation but her mind was elsewhere...in the library...with a man who's name she didn't know. That was so unlike her to behave that way and she was determined not to let it happen again. "....and he's a teacher as well....." she heard the words flowing around her, the word teacher getting her sister's attention. "What are you talking about?" She asked. "Oh Ash, haven't you heard a word I have said? Your date...your blind date...you know, the reason you are here tonight? I said he is a teacher, I don't know of what but he is new to town and single and Craig and I decided you two were perfect for each other. Oh look, there's Craig now." Waving vigorously across the room to get her husband's attention. Ashley didn't turn around, her attention elsewhere she didn't really care about meeting this new teacher guy, she already had someone on her mind. She heard voices behind her. One the familiar tone of her brother--in--law, the other brought shiver to her spine, making her pulse quicken. There's no way she thought. Hearing introductions "Ashley this is Robert, Robert this is Ashley." She turned slowly, keeping her gaze down. Seeing his toes she looked up slowly, her cheeks were flushing so hard she felt as if she would burn up. Making a full inspection all the way up until she reached his face. Their eyes met and she could see that he was as surprised as she was. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he offered his hand to hers. "Nice to see you again" he stated. "Likewise," she replied giving him her hand. "Oh. You two have met already? How did this happen?" Her sister asked. "Oh...we just ran into each other at the library this afternoon." He replied. They both shared a private laugh. "Speaking of," he reached behind his back, "I found this most interesting book lying on the floor of the library, do you happen to know where it belongs?" He raised an eyebrow, "It is a most fascinating book after all, you should read it. I could go through it with you some time if you like." "I would love to," she answered, taking the book she smiled and gave him her hand as they walked towards their dinner table. This was indeed proving to be a most eventful day. She wondered what the night would lead to. Glancing over at him he looked over and smiled in a knowing way. She knew then that the night's events were just beginning and that the episode this afternoon was just a taste. She felt her nipples harden in anticipation and a knot of desire begin to form in her belly. The Library Here it was again – another Saturday, another day spent behind the counter or what is officially the world's quietest library. I often wondered why I even bothered coming in to work. Nobody would notice if it didn't open anyways. I remember I had been so excited when I managed to get a job there, but I wouldn't have accepted it if I had known how quiet it was. I moved here about a year before, and had read my way through most of the books that the library had to offer, and yet I was still here, sitting behind the counter and reading yet another book. I jumped and looked up as I heard a man's voice suddenly in front of me. "Excuse me miss, but I was wondering if you could show me the way to the fantasy section?" he asked. I took in his appearance as I still tried to recover from the shock of someone actually being in the library other than just me. He was tall, with longish black hair and brown eyes and the kind of flawless tanned skin that a model would be proud of. He looked down at me and smiled a dazzling white smile, and I fear I nearly fell off my seat. "Um yes, follow me," I replied jumping up and walking around the desk. I hoped he wouldn't notice how flustered I was. That would be just too embarrassing! I walked over to the section, which I could've just pointed out, but I liked having something to do, and wanted to give him the chance to see my new outfit. Since nobody ever came into the library I decided to start wearing the sort of clothes I would normally be too nervous to wear out in public. Today I was wearing a strapless black mini-dress which wonderfully flattered my perfect size 10 curves and accentuated my 32D breasts. I had teamed the dress with strappy black three inch heels, a black choker, and no underwear. I let my long brown hair fall down my back in loose curls and had brought out the brown in my eyes with some more black eye shadow. I probably looked quite gothic, but he obviously appreciated it, as I could feel his eyes upon me as I walked. "Here we are," I announced as we reached the appropriate section. "Thank you," was his reply, "did anybody tell you that you look gorgeous today by the way?" I flushed pink and looked up at his face. He was seriously checking me out. "Thanks, you don't look half bad yourself," I replied batting my eyelashes at him. Well it was about time something fun happened here, and what was a bit of harmless flirting? Except he took my face in his hands and lowered his face to mine. He kissed me lightly at first, but when I responded he kissed me hungrily, like I may vanish at any moment, sliding my lips apart with his tongue. I kissed him back harder, and we fell back against one of the bookcases. I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him close to me. I let out a light sigh as he trailed his hands down my body, feeling his way over my curves, then in one fell swoop he lifted me off the floor. I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist, still pinned against the shelves. "Wait," I gasped, pulling away from him, "I don't even know your name." "It's Alex, what's yours?" he replied, feeling his way up the outside of my legs to my bum. "I'm Jenny." He was nuzzling my neck now, and massaging my bottom with his hands. I couldn't help myself now. I tore his shirt up over his head, and pulled him close against me. I could feel the warmth of his chest even through my thin dress, and judging by the bulge in his trousers I figured he was probably as turned on as me. I reached under myself and pulled open the fly on his jeans. As they fell to the floor, I realised he was wearing my favourite kind of underwear... none. "Oh dear," I said grinning, "It appears we're wearing the same pants." He laughed and kissed me deeply again. It was getting hard to concentrate now, what with being kissed harder and more passionately than ever before, and his hands getting closer and closer to my sex. I gasped loudly as one of his fingers entered me, then two. I responded by running my fingers down his shaft, taking pleasure in his moaning into my mouth. Even though he had only just touched me, I could feel myself not far from orgasming so I removed his fingers gently and placed him inside me. His cock was huge, and I moaned loudly, half with pleasure and half with the pain of having something so large inside me. He thrust, knocking me further into the shelves but I barely noticed. "Oh my GOD Alex," I almost screamed at him. "Fuck me, fuck me harder!" I was so close, and I could tell he was too. I clawed at his back, and pulled him into me harder and harder. "Oh shit! I'm gonna cum," he panted into my neck. We both came at the same time, screaming loudly as we did, the sweat pouring from our hot bodies. As my breathing slowed, I became aware of another presence. I looked across and saw a gorgeous girl of about twenty-two stood staring at us open mouthed. She was petite and wore a white summer dress and had long poker-straight blonde hair. I think it may have been raining outside as she was soaking, and her dress had gone see through. I could perfectly see her slender breasts and dark brown nipples and her tiny light pink knickers through her dress. "Um it's raining outside, and this was the first place I saw. I'm sorry to have disturbed you," she said, looking at me nervously as I disentangled myself from Alex and walked over to her. I think I may have gone mad at that point, because instead of doing anything rational, like running away embarrassed, I spoke to her. "Oh you poor thing," I purred, walking around her and winking at Alex who just stood there dumb struck, "Well you must be freezing. Let's get those wet clothes off you." I slid the straps off her dress and let it fall to the floor with a wet thud. I saw her large blue eyes widen further with shock, then I lowered my head to those perfect nipples and started to suck them, flicking them with my tongue and slightly nibbling now and then. Then suddenly she grasped my face and, with more force than I thought she should be capable of, she pulled me up so I was deeply kissing her. I had no idea where Alex was at this point, completely wrapped up in this kiss. The girl (whose name I still didn't know) pulled me down as she lay on the floor, and wrapped her legs around my waist still kissing me. I left her lips and slowly kissed my way down her body until I reached her stomach. I pulled her legs from around me gently, and started kissing her clit. I lightly licked her sex, and as I leant in to lick it again, Alex thrust himself inside me, which in turn made me jolt forward and I let my tongue enter her. As Alex thrust inside me I started to eat the girl out harder and harder. I could hear her screaming out into the otherwise silent library, as she came closer and closer to orgasm, then I quickly thrust two of my fingers inside her as Alex grasped my waist, pulling himself further into me. I could feel myself about to come, so I licked harder, and moved in rhythm with Alex. Then I heard three loud screams mingle in together, as we simultaneously came. The Library Dear readers, This is another plot suggested by one of you. I have strived for lightness and some comic relief in this story instead of the harsh aspects of previous stories, but have I succeeded? Maybe it's too vanilla. I'll find out when I get feedback. * A great place to read, uh, learn about lesbian sex. "Stop giggling, Priss. Someone is going to hear you. The librarian will send someone up here to see what we're doing. You know we're not supposed to be up here. Please be quiet." "I'm sorry, Penny. I can't help it. I'm nervous and embarrassed because of what we're doing." Priss was sitting on the only chair in the carrel in front of the computer. The other three young women were huddled around her, somewhat awed by what they were seeing on the monitor. They were very close friends and hung out together when they had free time. Priscilla, Penelope, and Pauline were known by their fellow university students as 'The Peas'. Sandra and Penelope were dorm roommates as were Priscilla and Paula. Their rooms in Benson Hall were next to one another. Where you found one girl, you were likely to find the other three. They were on the research floor, forbidden to students, of the university library; they were watching a porn site, also forbidden to students, on the uncensored computer. They had known such sites existed but were discreet enough not to watch them on their own laptops. When another coed whispered to them about the one they were watching, they had waited until no one was on the third floor and took the chance to check out the site. It was about two female roommates who cruised around picking up cute 'chicks' and taking them back to their apartment for sex. "How do they manage to find girls who want to have sex with them?" Priss asked no one in particular. "Grow up, Priss. That isn't reality. Some film company is paying them to act this out. The company is providing the new girls who they are screwing. There's no way they would go around asking girls if they want to eat pussy." "Paula, don't use those words. It isn't nice," reproached Priss. Paula looked at the other girls and rolled her eyes, unseen by Priss who was facing the computer. "Do you think girls actually, uh, lick vaginas of other girls," queried Penny. "Well, these girls are doing it, aren't they." Answered Paula. "Yes, but as you said, they're probably getting money to do it. Would anyone do it if they weren't getting paid?" said Penny. "You girls are so dam naïve. Of course, girls do it. I read somewhere that a large percentage of women are lesbians or bisexual or bi-curious, maybe half. I know for a fact that some women in Benson Hall are having sex with each other," declared Paula, wistfully. "They don't have to worry about getting preggers, getting guys to wear a rubber, or catching some STD from a guy." "Oh Paula, you're making that up. Aren't you?" asked Penny. "I am not! Sandra, tell her what you overheard that beautiful black girl in your economics class tell her friend." All eyes turned toward Sandra. "Well, the girl, Andrea, was telling her friend that she suspected that her roommate, Jan, was a lesbian. This is the reason she thought that: Andrea has been having sex in their dorm room about three times a week. She had asked Jan to lie on her bed and face the wall while she was screwing her boyfriend. They caught Jan peeking once in a while, but Andrea and Brad thought that was a bit stimulating and didn't tell Jan to quit watching them. One night, Brad had just come in Andrea and when they looked up, Jan was standing beside them. She told them that she was curious about what semen tasted like and would it be okay if she licked a little of it. Andrea thought she meant Jan wanted to lick it from Brad's dick and said, 'sure, just don't suck him.' Well, instead of licking Brad's dick, she bent over and put her tongue in Andrea's pussy. Andrea was so surprised that she didn't stop Jan. Jan sucked and licked every drop of Brad's cum out of Andrea's vagina. It didn't end there. Now, every time Andrea and Brad screw, Jan licks Andrea's pussy. It's been going on the entire semester. Andrea finally figured out that Jan wasn't really interested in Brad's cum. She just used that as an excuse to eat Andrea's pussy. Andrea wasn't about to stop her because it felt dam good. Brad wasn't going to stop her because it excited him. Men like to watch girls eating each other." Penny and Priss felt their genitals sort of twitch when they heard the story. They stared at Sandra waiting for her to tell some more, but that was all that she knew. "Wow!" exclaimed Penny. "I wonder what it feels like to have someone's tongue in your, you know, down there." She felt the twitch again. She may even be getting a bit wet. They settled down and watched the two blonde girls on the sex site talk to another young brunette woman at a sidewalk café. After a few minutes, all three got into a van and the next scene was in a well-furnished apartment. They sat on a sofa and deep kissed each other. They disrobed and the blondes began feeling up the brunette. They fondled her breasts and caressed her belly. One blonde slid to the floor, pushed the brunette's legs apart and began licking her inner thighs. Priss jumped up from the chair in front of the monitor and exclaimed, "Oh dear, that-that-that stuff makes me feel very strange. I can hardly catch my breath. Penny, why don't you take my chair? I'm going to stand just outside the carrel until I feel better. My face feels funny." Paula said, "I'll bet it's not her face that feels funny." And the other two girls giggled. By this time, the three girls on the sex site were lying in a circle on the floor with their faces between the legs of the next girl. Paula said, "I think that's called a 'daisy chain' when they all eat each other at the same time. We ought to try that some time." She laughed, pretending to be joking. Sandra and Penny were speechless. They were enthralled by what they were watching. Priss came back into the carrel and asked, "What's happening? What did I miss?" The other three laughed at her and told her she should stay and watch. Priss was torn between wanting to watch what the girls on the sex site were doing and by her prudish upbringing. She couldn't decide whether to watch or leave again. She decided to watch, but she was very embarrassed. Did women really lick each other's ....? The scene on the monitor fascinated her but left her weak. She leaned against Paula for support and Paula put her arm around her. She watched the screen intently and found herself beginning to hyperventilate. She realized that Paula had her hand on her breast and was gently squeezing it. Priss was about to push Paula's hand away but just couldn't bring herself to do it. It felt very nice. She took her eyes off the monitor and noticed that Sandra was caressing Penny's bottom. Now she knew why people said porn caused bad things to happen. It was affecting her and her three friends. "Sandy, stop rubbing my rear," Penny demanded. "It's making me tingle." "Penny, that's what I'm trying to do. I think we should try what they're doing on screen." Penny spoke up. "No way. That's not natural. Keep your hands to yourself, Sandy. Priss, let's go back to the dorm." "Wait, Sandy. Maybe we should see what it's all about. We can just touch each other. It does feel good. We don't have to go any farther." "Oh, wow, Priss. You certainly changed your mind. You were the one who couldn't even watch and had to leave for a while. What happened to you?" "Well, we're in college. We should experience what's going on in the world. Isn't that part of our education." Paula was now kneading Priss' breast, and she was starting to breathe harder. Paula reached around with her other hand and cupped both of Priss' breasts. Priss leaned backward into Paula. She could feel her genitals throbbing. She couldn't stop the progression of her emotions if she tried; she didn't try. Her vision blurred, and she began to gasp. She had gone from zero to one hundred miles an hour within seconds. "I'm not going to be a part of this," exclaimed Penny. "You're all going to get into trouble with the librarian and with your parents when they find out you've been fooling around with sex -- and with other girls. Where's your morality?" Paula piped up, "Penny, we're all adults. We're over 18 and our parents have nothing to do with this. Anyway, we are not having sex. We're just caught up in the moment because of those girls on the web. We're just touching each other. We still have our clothes on. The only way we'll have trouble with the librarian is if you open your big mouth and tell her that we're on the third floor. So, Miss goody-two-shoes, go back to the dorm and watch Sesame Street. You can play with us adults when you grow up." Penny picked up her books and left. Paula pulled Priss against her and kissed her passionately on the lips. She probed Priss' mouth with her tongue until Priss opened it and sucked Paula's tongue. When the kiss ended, Paula said, "Priss, I've been wanting to kiss you ever since we were assigned to be roommates. But I thought you would think I was a lesbian if I did. Wow, you're a great kisser. I wish now that I had kissed you when the semester started. We could have been doing it right along. Kissing, I mean." Priss was too breathless to reply. Sandra said, "Hey, what about me? Don't I get a kiss?" Paula turned, put her arms around Sandra and kissed her with the same passion that she had with Priss. All three girls were fully aroused and stood there staring at each other. What came next? Should they continue along this avenue they started or take the safe way out and go back to their dorm? In unison, they turned and watch the girls on the screen going down on each other. They looked at each other and began taking off clothing. "Girls, I'm sorry I ran off. I should have known you wouldn't go any farther. Where are you? You must still be here. Your books are here in the carrel." Penny began looking down the stacks until she came to the alcove at the end of the last stack. Her friends were on the floor of the alcove, out of sight of the rest of the room. They were naked from the waist down. Priss was on her back with her knees pulled nearly to her shoulders. Sandy was on her knees leaning over Priss' face and, having unbuttoned Priss' blouse, was licking her breasts. Sandy's breasts were down in Priss' face with a nipple in her mouth. Paula was on her knees, too, but her face was buried in Priss' pussy. Penny could hear Paula sucking from ten feet away. She stood there staring at the scene in front of her. She wanted to run but was rooted to the spot. Her friends looked just like the scene on the computer. She moved closer and watched them until she began to feel her vagina ache and get wet. Without conscious thought, she began unzipping her jeans and kicking them off. She tried taking off her panties while standing on one foot and then the other. She almost fell over when she miscalculated and tried to take them off both ankles at the same time. She dropped them on the floor just outside the alcove, thought better of it, picked them up, and stuffed them into a pocket of her jeans. She threw the jeans into the far corner of the alcove and knelt down next to the other girls. She had no idea what had happened to her sandals. She didn't recall taking them off. Unaware that Penny had returned and too engrossed in their activities to notice her at first, they were jolted back to reality when she spoke up, "Girls, I'm sorry I ran off. What are you doing?" Paula took her tongue out of Priss' pussy and said, "Penny, what the fuck does it look like we're doing? How long have you been here? Is there anyone else on this floor now?" "No, no, no one but me. But you're going to get in trouble doing, uh, what you're doing." "And you're not going to get into trouble, kneeling there with your bare ass hanging out? Where are your clothes? Ours are in that pile over there. Put yours on top." "I don't know where mine are. They must be around here somewhere. I had them on before I saw what you were doing. Oh, they're over there in the corner against the wall." She retrieved her jeans, turned the legs so they weren't inside out any more, and put them on the pile atop the rest of their clothes. She couldn't find her shoes. She hurriedly pulled her Polo shirt over her head and took off her bra. She was the only one completely naked. "What the hell are you doing, Penny? It's going to take you longer to get dressed if someone comes up here. At least put your shirt back on." "No, I want Sandra to suck my nipples like she was doing to Priss." Paula laughed at her. "That's a one eighty, Penny. I thought you were against this sort of thing. What changed your mind?" "I really wanted to do, uh, do it, but I was afraid at first. I didn't want you to think I'm easy. I wouldn't have come back if it weren't for that sexy scene on the Internet. Then when I saw you three having fun, I didn't want to be left out. What can I do to join in?" "Well, you can eat me while Sandra sucks your tits and Priss can do, uh, whatever you want her to do. Lie on your back over here. I'll straddle your face and you can stick your tongue in my pussy. Have you eaten pussy before? No? Well it's not difficult. Just lick and suck until I come. I'll come in your mouth but don't panic. Just start swallowing when you taste my cum. It's no big deal. It tastes better than shrimp but without the sauce. Ready? Set? Here I come. Well, not yet but soon. I'm horny as hell from eating Priss. Can you lick Penny while she's licking me, Priss? What? You don't know how either? Just do to her what you felt me doing to you a little while ago. Sandra, I'll take care of you as soon as I come. How the hell did I get mixed up with a bunch of novices?" Forty-five minutes later, all four coeds were sated and dressed. Penny still hadn't found her shoes and her panties were in her jeans pocket. She thought of taking her jeans back off and putting her panties on, but the other three had already started down the library stairs. To hell with her panties. She would go to dinner without them on. The four girls linked arms and skipped across the campus to the cafeteria. The seam in Penny's jeans rubbed her labia as they all skipped along, and by the time they reached their destination, she was sore and horny again. Maybe they would eat again when they got back to the dorm after supper. "Darn, I must have stepped on something sharp. My foot hurts. I wonder where my shoes are?" Penny thought. After dinner, back in the dorm, the four girls were in Paula and Priss' room, laughing and talking about their sexual tryst in the library. Sandra said, "Paula, you told me you'd, uh, take care of me back in the library. You licked me, but you quit before I had an orgasm. You owe me. I'm still horny. Can you do it now?" "Sure, Sandy, take your shorts and panties off. You have a really round butt. Okay if I spank it someday? Sit on the bed, but slide forward, so your pussy is where I can reach it." She pushed her hair back into a ponytail and put a band on it to keep it out of her way. She knelt in front of Sandra and slid her face up between the girl's thighs. "Sandy, move your legs apart and give me some head room. Get it. 'Head' room. What is it with you girls? Don't you have a sense of humor? You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" She licked Sandra's legs from mid thigh to her crotch until Sandra began to breathe heavily. Then she licked Sandra's slit from her canal opening, up through her labia, and over the girl's clitoris. Sandra trembled, grabbed Paula's ponytail and pulled her face closer. She kept thrusting her pussy harder and harder into Paula's face. Paula pulled back and asked, "Sandy, don't you wipe yourself after you pee? You taste pissy. Never mind. I've licked it up already. Just warn me when you're ready to come. I'll open my mouth and catch your cum. I'm curious about what yours tastes like." She licked up through Sandra's slit and sucked the girl's clitoris from time to time. Listening to Sandra's heavy breathing, she could tell that Sandra was getting close to coming; she stepped up her licking pattern. She had been reaching up and kneading Sandra's breasts; she moved to the girl's nipples and twisted them between her thumb and pointer finger like she was winding a watch. "Close, Paula, very close," gasped Sandra through gritted teeth. "Now. Now. Now. Oooh, now." She pumped her cum into Paula's mouth in long, explosive spurts. She felt as though she were a deflating balloon expelling all of its air. After swallowing Sandra's cum, Paula thrust her tongue deep into the girl's vagina and kept it there until Sandra stopped shuddering. Then she sucked the girl's clitoris into her mouth and pulled it in as hard as she could. After a few minutes of sucking Sandra's clitoris, the girl hoarsely whispered, "Again, Paula, I'm coming again. Nooooow, Now. Oooooooh." She experienced that deflating balloon feeling, again. Paula swallowed the girl's pussy juice and thrust her tongue back into her vagina. "Paula, no more, please. I'm so sensitive that it tickles and hurts at the same time." "Sandy, you're a pussy, a wuss, if you can't handle any more stimulation. I could give you a hundred orgasms if you could stand it. You ought to practice masturbating over and over until you can tolerate a bunch of sequential orgasms. You have to get your clit used to a lot of rubbing and stimulation. You could get much stronger orgasms than just these first or second ones. You'll think you died and went to fuck heaven. By the way, your cunt is delicious and your pussy juices are thick as syrup and taste sweet and salty at the same time; your ejaculation has no taste at all. I'd be so willing to lick you to fuck heaven if you would practice so you can endure many, many multiple orgasms. My tongue is always ready for more pussy. YUM!" The other two girls, Priss and Penny are sitting on Priss' bed watching the spectacle unfolding across the room. Priss is holding her groin. Their jaws are open and they are speechless for the moment. Finally, Priss speaks up, "I came when you did, Sandy, and I wasn't even playing with myself. I'm all wet. I have to take off my pants and panties, or they'll get my bed all wet. I'm telling you that because I don't want you to think I expect someone to eat me." She takes off the wet clothes; she puts her bed pillow between her legs and rubs her loins back and forth on it to dry them; she sits back on her bed naked from the waist down. She makes no move to put on dry clothes. Maybe she IS expecting someone to eat her. Penny hears the implied request in Priss' voice, slides off the bed onto her knees, and asks, "Priss, can I try to make you come? I'm getting horny again, too." Priss is unable to vocalize her answer, but nods her head in agreement. She is again highly aroused and Penny's offer takes her emotions up several notches. She is Ready with a capital 'R'. She can sense her vagina filling with moisture and spreads her legs for Penny's face. Penny moves between Priss' wide open thighs, looks up at Priss for confirmation, and, getting another nod, begins to lick Priss' love box. Before Penny can get her fill of licking, Priss cries 'now' and spurts all over Penny's face. Priss hands Penny the already damp bed pillow to wipe her face with. "Are you finished, Priss?" Penny asks. "I wasn't ready yet. Can we try again? Let me know when you're about to come. Okay?" Priss nods yes again and opens her legs wider than she did the first time. Then she pulls them back almost to her shoulders giving Penny complete access to her vagina. The Library She is in a state of Nirvana and doesn't want to talk as it might spoil the mood. When Penny sticks her tongue into her vagina, Priss erupts again before she can let Penny know she's coming. She sobs a long wail and deflates into that inner glow where nothing else exists. She hands Penny the bed pillow again. When she feels Penny's tongue probing her vagina again, she pushes the girl's head away from her pussy. She needs a few minutes respite to come back down to earth. After a few minutes, she reaches out and pulls Penny's head back into her crotch. They are off and running again; at least, Priss' pussy is running -- her juices. Penny must keep swallowing or choke on Priss' vaginal flow. After an eternity, three minutes, Priss is able to murmur, "Close. Close. Yes, NOW!" She erupts again; this time into Penny's open mouth. She pushes Penny away and rolls over into a fetal position on her bed, her pillow pushed between her legs. Penny wipes her wet mouth on the end of Priss' pillow. It has been Paula and Sandra's turn to be turned on by Penny's administration of her newly acquired sexual expertise on Priss' pussy. Priss is no longer in the game as she is so entirely sated that she can't uncurl from her fetal coil. Sandra suggests that they emulate the girls on the sex site. "What did you call it, Paula? Something about a flower -- a flower chain?" "A flower? What are you talking about? Oh, you mean a 'daisy chain'. Yeah, we could try that. Penny, are you still hungry for more 'pudding'?" "Mah tun S still num," she mumbled. "Ka wee way a whi L til I ca ge sum fee lin bag N it?" "I think I've been abducted by aliens," said Paula, as she shook her head. She turned to Sandra and asked her if she understood what Penny just said. "I think she said that her tongue is still numb and could we wait until she can get some feeling back in it. Either that or she was speaking Sanskrit or Esperanto." While they waited for Penny's tongue to recuperate, they took off the rest of their clothes. "Penny, where is your bra? Did you lose that as well as your shoes? Oh dam. If you left that on the third floor of the library and that fat old maid librarian finds it, there will be hell to pay. (The librarian, Marianne, was thirty-one, five foot seven, and had a voluptuous hourglass figure. She weighed not an ounce over 128 pounds.) Jeez, we better go back and look for it, but not before your tongue feels better, and we do the deadly dirty delicious daisy chain thingy. All together now, on the floor, on your sides, form a circle, lift a leg, put your face on the next girl's thigh, stick out your tongue, and lick, lick, lick. Tomorrow, we have to put that dirty ditty to music. Do you think we could get a country music caller to sing it out? Tongue okay, Penny? Let's get 'cracking' then. Each of the three girls sucked, licked, and probed trying to elicit an orgasm before the other two could. Each held back her own orgasm in an attempt to be the last one to come. Each wanted to make her own pleasure last as long as possible. Sandra lost. She came all over Paula's face and left a puddle on the hardwood floor. Penny followed suit a minute later, and Paula won the day. She lasted three or four minutes longer with Sandra driving her tongue in and out of Paula's vagina like she was digging for gold. When Paula poured her juices into her mouth, on her face, and all over the floor, Sandra sputtered, coughed, and choked. She had picked exactly the wrong moment to inhale. When she was able to breathe normally, she realized that she was still on the floor and the other two girls were staring at her with a look of consternation on their faces. "Are you going to be okay, Sandy?" Penny asked. "I think so; it just went down the wrong way." She coughed a few more times and stood up a bit shakily. "That was fun," she declared. "or it would have been if you hadn't tried to drown me, Paula. Look, I've had enough sex for one day. Give me my clothes. I'm going home. Wait. Paula, do you or Priss have a robe I can wear. I'm just going next door to my room. I don't want to have to get dressed and immediately undress. I'm NOT going to the library to look for Penny's tit pockets. You guys can go, but I'm going to bed." She took a housecoat from Priss' closet, put it on, rolled her own clothes into a ball and left. "Paula, I don't want to go to the library, either. It was an old bra and whoever finds it can keep it. My name isn't engraved in it, so no one can trace it back to me. I'm going to my room and see if Sandy is all right. You really did dump a lot of 'pink' dew down her throat." She put on her t-shirt and jeans and left. She was still barefoot. Paula put Priss' blanket over the girl and went to bed naked. She was too exhausted to put on her shorty nightgown. Priss woke momentarily, and pulled her pillow under her face. It is stained and reeking with pussy juice. As she buries her face in it, Priss is reminded of the afternoon and evening's pleasurable sexual adventures. She inhales deeply of the pillow's exotic perfume as she drifts off to sleep. She will continue to keep the pillow well endowed with this deliciously strong aroma of remembered ecstasy. In the future, it will probably accumulate the sexual scents of other women, hopefully many other women. Priss has no plans to ever wash the pillowcase. It is her treasure trove. The Library Stepping into the elevator, i'm already sure the people around me know. It must be a pheromone i give off, some nervous hyper sexual energy, though "submissive" isn't exactly written all over me as i continue some idle, mindless talk with a few people from my last class- my composure is in place for now. There's this sense of hesitance that grips me but only momentarily, as i wait to cross the street to the library. i could just take the train home now, and pretend that none of this ever happened. How does He know i'll follow through, anyway? It occurs to me, that, yes, He knows i will be there shortly, He knows i will follow His explicit orders. He can be confident in this because He didn't ask, He told me. He knows because He'll be watching my every move Himself. The second floor is brimming with people-more than i expected for early Friday evening; immediately taking a seat is not an option. Shuffling of papers, half-murmured muttering into cell phones and the low, excitable chatter of students in little groups is amplified by my state- flushed with anticipation. i smooth down my white silk button down and run my fingers through my hair as if this sense of being watched was just paranoia. The instructions were clear, the day rife with progressive tease- upon waking i'd take my vibrator on a morning run, tucked into the pouch of my hoodie, shave carefully in the shower without any indulgent lingering touch and go about the rest of the morning as usual. Standing there, i'm aware of the fleeting eye contact with every man i see. A few lingering glances to my frame let me know it's not a man with thick white socks stuffed into his loafers- too obvious- and breathe a sigh of relief. i wonder if He's close-by or watching from afar, or perhaps He. . . "Are you . . .?" Shaking out of my daze i look up to see a well dressed man (a professor? A peer? my Dom?) smiling amicably down at me, collecting his papers and pushing in His chair. "Excuse me?" "you look like you could use a seat." Thanking him, embarrassed at my flighty appearance, i take my place at the desk top he had been occupying. i busy myself trying to look casual, at a loss as to how i can subtlely follow instructions. The first ones were so much easier to execute, though harder to stand- i thought back to my second set of orders that morning, halfway through my second class. Leaning against the wall, i had pulled out my vibrator from his hiding place in my purse. Grateful that no one else seemed to be around, i slid the controls to "low" and gasped as it made contact with my sensitive, slick clit, its loud whirring echoing in the stall. As instructed, i teased myself until breathless, famished for my Dom's cock, and absolutely soaked. i turned it off reluctantly and whimpered slightly as i slid the vibrator into my hot, needy cunt. Pulling my panties back, low on my hips, i had whined at the thought of His next command- sit attentively through my next few classes, ignoring my stuffed, craving pussy and take notes as per usual. Slowly, now, hyper aware of the activity around me, i move my hand up my thigh. Holding my breath, i am not sure whether it'd be more agonizing to constantly look for a pair of distant eyes watching my every move or to ignore the thought all together. The constant typing and scribbling around me is comforting, knowing that no one in the immediate vicinity is aware of the salaciousness only inches away. Moving slowly, my fingers meet a hard protrusion between my thighs, covered with a thin layer of cotton- the only thing separating this lewdness from the open air. Moving the fabric aside, every nerve is exposed and i can feel the lazy atmosphere overwhelm me as i feel this performance begin. i've been dreading it all morning- never one for exhibitionism- but conversely felt the thrill of my brash sexuality contrasting with the dullness around me, the rush of my Dom's will painted over my own. Clicking aimlessly on the homepage of the school's website as my left fingers grasp the base of the vibrator, this heady, near violent urge to come rips through me. The constant teasing has been inciting a crescendo of want, at first madly distracting and now demanding satisfaction. Shame doesn't have a face here any longer as i'm overpowered by lust. Anyway, when given permission to orgasm after prolonged absence of release, there isn't room for doubt. i try to hide the low whine that's building in my throat as i pull the thick tool from my contracting pussy- it always surprises me how unaccustomed i am to my own vibrator. i feel this simmering need evolving and its strength is intimidating, even to the one that bares it. Greed for pleasure but more potently, the greed to please my Dom overwhelming my panicking impulses to be more conservative with what is now a slow, rhythmic pump of this pseudo-cock dragging in and out of me. The tease of secrecy all at once exacerbates my frustration and heightens my excitement. i want nothing more than to graduate to quick, long thrusts, to turn it on high and fuck myself to total and absolute ecstasy. This gag of restraint i must endure in composure is agonizing, the moans and sighs are swallowed, but not without difficulty. i feel egregious in my exhibitionism, and the eyes burning into me are not imagined. i want Him furiously now- His strength overcoming mine and His cock churning my need to utter bliss. i think of Him watching me inches or feet away, pleased that it takes but a few words to elicit such a response, knowing His word creates a willingness to submit, a willingness to overcome reluctance and inspire an eagerness to please, to show what a good sub i can be, to realize my boundaries are by no means rigid, and no longer at my discretion. The pressure within me has built to a fevered high, the slow, small methodic rocking of my silent, demanding vibrator has me on edge. These careful, staggered movements provoke a different breed of release- the sensation one of a fire being slowly spread throughout my limbs, but with cool, icy undertones enveloping me, prickling the soles of my feet. i have to let go of the mouse and bring my hand up to my mouth. In a way i'm past caring if it looks casual, past caring if these fleeting glances my way share the secret or look on in indifference, and just that, that knowledge and empowerment of my wanting, my sexuality takes me to a higher plane of being. It couldn't have been long, but the sensation was an incapacitating one. i think of my posture and its twin in mental bondage- my legs curled around those of the chair, tied in obedience, the gag of silence between my lips (slightly parted at the intense spike of pleasure emanating from my core). i can't help but collapse slightly as i feel the residual contractions of orgasm release me, the soft, soaked fabric replaced over the tool embedded into my cunt. A quiet, all encompassing orgasm that held onto me, and wouldn't let me go- the gaze, the knowing, that familiar Stranger enjoying the display and His own power, and yet i still wish for, undeniably crave His cock. "Are you done?" snapping to attention, i notice the well dressed man with his briefcase, gesturing to the log in page that has popped up- my session expired. "Oh, yes, sorry. . . " flushed at how dissolute i must appear, wondering just how much he had seen, i get up, smoothing down my skirt and collect my books, swiftly walking to the elevator. Closing in from behind me as i turn in the confined space, He's close now, pushing me against the far wall, growling low into my ear. "The answer I was looking for was, 'yes Sir.'" The Library Driving into the darkness, I still tingle from our recent encounter. My body desiring your touch. My mind spinning- thinking of when and where we will meet again. For days I check my messages- day and night- my body aching to hear from you. And yet the message never comes. Weeks later as I sit reading in the library, I feel someone staring at me. I look up from my book to find you gazing at me from across the room. Our eyes lock and everything else fades away. I can feel myself grow wet as I stare into your eyes. Rising from my chair as if in slow motion, I turn and head towards the back of the quiet library- so sure everyone can hear my heart pounding. Without looking back, I know you are following me- yours fixed on my swaying ass. Finding an empty meeting room, I open the door and step inside- waiting breathlessly - my back to the open door. I hear you enter, shutting and locking the door with a loud click that makes me jump. No words are spoken- the only sound is the rhythmic tick tock of the clock on the wall. My body quivers in anticipation - my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I feel you close to me- the heat from your body caressing my back- your warm breath on my neck. The smell of clean soap mingled with aftershave- I inhale deeply taking in the scent of you. Then your hands are under my dress- pushing it above my hips- your massive, powerful hands squeezing and kneading the soft flesh of my ass. A moan escapes my lips breaking the stillness of the room. My pussy tightens with your touch- my juices trickling down my labia and onto my thighs. In one fluid movement you rip my sheer, lace panties from my quivering body. Feeling the sharp sting as you slap my ass, I shudder in delight! I hear your pants as they hit the floor. Bending me roughly across the nearest chair, I feel your rock hard cock slap against my ass. Slowly and seductively you rub your manhood across my ass, as your fingers find the wetness between my aching thighs. I break the silence yet again- moaning loudly as your fingers expose my clit- rubbing in small circles until it is throbbing and erect. Inserting your fingers deep - my pussy contracting around them as my desire deepens- in and out you probe deeper and deeper until I cum in an explosive orgasm that sends rivers of hot wet juices down your hand. Abruptly, you enter me from behind - your manhood slamming deep within me. Pulling back, you rest the head of your cock just inside me - teasing me as you make slow circles around my clit. Your hands grasping my hips- you pull me forcefully onto you- driving deeper and harder with each stroke. My pussy gripping your shaft tightly as our rhythm becomes feverish . One hand slapping my ass the other pulling at my hip- pushing your cock deeper still into my wetness. I groan and grip the chair as my legs weaken and I cum yet again-sending a shower of hot wet juices all over your still throbbing cock. I feel you shudder as you pull out of me. Leaning over my body you softly whisper your desires into my ear. We shift our positions seamlessly- you reclining back into the chair - and me kneeling between your thighs as I remove my dress completely. Slowly I kiss your inner thighs- my hands squeezing your sack and moving up to find your shaft-- stroking it. My kisses trail up your thighs and linger as I kiss and lick your sack- My hands on your stomach and groin making small circles in your pubic hair. I feel you shudder and hear you gasp as my tongue licks up from your sack and around your throbbing shaft. My tongue claims the head of your shaft licking the precum dripping from it- tasting and licking it all as my tongue circles your head slowly and seductively. You moan in desire as I take your cock fully inside my mouth. Sucking you up and down( the only noises are the steady tick tock of the clock matching the rhythm of your cock thrusting deeper and deeper into my mouth and the low growl coming from deep within you).Up and down my lips caress your shaft as my tongue swirls around it - my hands squeezing and massaging your balls. I feel you spasm within my mouth- your hands grip my head pushing it further onto your throbbing shaft- up and down you guide my mouth on your cock as your fingers become entangled in my hair. With a convulsing shudder you cum in my mouth your fingers gripping my hair- hot, white cum filling my mouth and dripping down my lips as you pull out and shoot the rest of your load across my still lace covered breasts. I lick the cum greedily from your shaft- savoring every drop- relishing the taste of you. Spent- we lay tangled together - hearing only the steady beat of our pounding hearts keeping rhythm with the tick tock of the clock. Until we are interrupted by a knock on the locked door................ The Library It was so hot outside I wanted to sneak inside the library for a few minutes, hoping to cool off. I wandered up and down the aisles, fingering books as I walked by, not really seeing anything interesting until I came upon a book called The Story of "O". I remember my mom telling me how she had bought it when she was younger and hid it from my dad (he was soooo straight). So of course I had to pick it from the shelf. As I took it down I kind of looked around, hoping no one was looking .... Embarrassed for my thoughts I guess. lol I didn't have a membership, and really, I didn't want to check it out either. Gawd only knows what the librarian would think ... I walked a few rows down and saw a couple of chairs by a window that were not occupied and decided to sit and read for a bit, I mean, its not a big book so it shouldn't take too long to read. As I sank into the chair I enjoyed the softness and size of the chair, quite happy that it had solid sides on it. I leaned back and opened the book. Wow! No wonder Mom hid it! I was so engrossed in the book that I hadn't noticed a nice looking gentleman had sat in the chair beside me. I peeked around the corner of the book to look at him. Dark hair with a few errant curls here and there, a close fitting shirt and cargo shorts .... nice. He moved his head so I quickly took the book back up to make like I was reading, forgetting what book it was. He must have noticed my gaze because he cleared his throat and said "It's pretty hot outside, thought I could escape the heat in here for a bit. I hardly ever come into the library." I knew my face was flushed a bit so I was trying to compose myself before responding, "yes, that was my thoughts exactly! How sad that we only venture into the library to avoid ... it really is a lovely building." OMG what was I saying? Talking about a structure! Must have been the contents of the book mixed with the embarrassment of admiring Gods handiwork. "Well, your dressed for the weather I see," he said as he looked me from head to toe ... or was it toe to head? I was wearing my favorite summer dress, spaghetti straps, little blue and white flowers flowing just above my knees to the heart shape at the bust. You could just see the tip of my tattoo poking thru the top of it. I had my hair pulled back and up, too darn hot to have it down that's for sure! I smiled, "Yes, this is definitely one of my favorite things to wear when it's hot." A bit self-conscious now, I pulled at the hem of my skirt trying to make it longer. I swear he mumbled something like "yes, mine too", but I didn't bother saying anything after that. He turned his attention back to what he was reading, some magazine. Well, that's that I guess. I began reading again, getting lost in the words and the images in my mind. I noticed my hand on my own leg, touching the edge of my skirt, glanced up, blushed and put it on my arm. Damn, I should really put the book away and leave, but I just can't. Have to finish it now. As I continue reading I can feel the warmth starting between my legs. I cross them and uncross them ... crossing them again and squeezing them together. I know my nipples are starting to respond also, just to touch them, brush against them. I lift my arm a bit so the back of my hand brushes against the left one. A soft moan escapes. I bite my lower lip trying to take it back in but it's already out there. I lower my book, and my friend is reading intently his magazine. Hmmm, maybe he didn't hear me, oh I hope not! I do notice that there are little beads of perspiration along his hairline. It's not hot in here .... I continue to read. My legs slowly part on their own as I'm reading. I wriggle in the chair a bit and rearrange myself, oh how I wish I was at home reading this, able to take care of the tension building up within me. I hear an announcement over the intercom but miss what it said. "Ummm, excuse me, what did the lady announce?" I ask quietly. "I'm not sure, wasn't really paying attention," he answered with a knowing grin and looked back at his reading material. I kick off my sandals and bring my legs up under me, hoping to get comfortable. Nope, I lean back and hang one leg over the side of the chair, brushing my foot against his. "oh, sorry". He glanced up and winked, "it's ok." Much better. One hand holding the book and the other combing thru my hair. Just about finished. I hadn't noticed that when I lifted my hand into my hair that my dress rose up a little, nor had I noticed that the lamp was on and it was darker outside, the sun slowly fading away. Done! What a read! I noisily close the book and stretch my arms up. That's when I noticed everything. "Oh, it's gotten dark out." I sighed. "Would you like me to walk you to your place? Don't want you wandering around in the dark by yourself," he offered. "Is there anyone here? It has gotten awfully quiet, even for a library" I said as I looked around. "Hmmmm, I guess we were too involved in your ... our reading to realize that they had closed the library," he said with a sideways grin. "If you don't mind, I'm not too far from here. I just have to put this book away. I hope someone is still here or that we can get out ...." Hope he's not some homicidal maniac ... perv might be ok at the moment ... lol He follows me to where I got the book from and as I reach to put it back he is so close to me I can smell his cologne, taking in a quick breath. Mmmmm, manly odor is so enticing right now. His hand is on the small of my back and I can feel the warmth there. I turn quickly, "oh, sorry" I whispered. His other hand goes to the back of my neck and he pulls me in, "it's quite alright" he whispers back. I'm a bit shorter than he is so my head is tilted back looking up at him. My eyes drop to his lips, hoping he will lean in for a kiss .... and he does not disappoint! What soft lips, a gentle kiss to stir up what is already brewing within me. My arms go around his waist and I pull myself in closer, feeling his hardness against me. Our kiss deepens, his hand slides down to my bottom, giving it a squeeze as he is kissing me. His lips move from mine to my chin, to my cheek, to my ear stopping to nibble a bit. My head tilts back a bit more. Now his tongue is tracing an invisible line from the bottom of my ear to my collar bone ... followed by a light bite. A jolt travels down, stopping at my inner core. I suck in a quick breath and want more, always wanting more .... "So I noticed you were reading a rather interesting book, enjoy it?" he asks looking down at me. My head is swimming, "Yes, very much so." My legs are a bit weak and I spread them a bit to have a better stance to hold myself upright. He slides his between mine and presses it against me. I moan quietly, close my eyes, enjoying the pressure. My hand slips from his waist to feel with my hands the hardness that is there. Oh how I want to feel him inside of me rather than inside my hand. I know that when he moves his leg there is going to be a wet spot where it was up against me. "Oh my, it seems you were not properly dressed for your outing .... " he said as he pulled away. I could almost see a look of sternness there, but it quickly went away. I backed up a bit, but there was nowhere to go except the bookshelf. He reached for me again, both hands on my butt, pulling me into him. If there were any misgivings a moment ago they were gone when his kiss drew out passion and his tongue demanding my full attention. His hands fell from my bottom and encircled my fingers, keeping them by my side as he kissed each side of my full lips, kissed the tip of my nose, again full on. Oh how I wanted more. "Well, we best be going if we want to get out of here," he said when we heard some movement up at the front of the library. It was the cleaning lady. He explained to her how we had gotten lost in our books and if she would be kind enough to let us out. We smiled at her as we left. "Which way should we go hun?" he smiled. Too many ways to answer that question .... "Ummmm, I'm just a few blocks this way," I said hesitantly. Do I really want him to know where I live? My loins say yes and my mind is saying I don't know if that's a good idea. And we begin to walk hand in hand, quietly. "Sooooooo, how bout that weather ...." I said staring up at the sky. He kept walking quietly, not commenting, looking deep in thought. "Ok, this is my place here," I said as we neared the towering apartment building. We stopped and I looked up to his eyes, wanting to ask him up, but not sure if he would accept. Gawd I hate rejection. One hand on my back and the other on my bottom he pulls me in. "I would very much like to finish what we started in the library, but I don't want to assume anything." Oh, even a gentleman .... "I would like that very much, I was going to ask you but didn't want to seem to forward," I answered with a sideways glance. I fumbled in my purse looking for my keys, inside shaking with anticipation. Did I clean up before I left today? Hope my laundry is lying around. I let us in the front door and lead us towards the elevator. Crossing and uncrossing my feet, feeling a bit self conscious as we wait for the car. I sneak a look at him from under my lowered eyelashes. Damn, he looks good ... but know what is going to look better on him .... ME!!!! lol I giggle to myself and he glances my way. Ding! Oh there's the car, whew! In we get. The door closes and he slips his hand under my dress, caressing my cheek. The door slides open four floors below mine and old Mr. Palmer is standing there. Damn. "Those kids upstairs, I swear, they are more deaf than I am! Their parents must not be home this week again." We step back and let him in. My friend dropped his hand the moment the doors opened, but with Mr. Palmers back to us he resumes his position. "Oh, are you going to ask them to turn their music down Mr. Palmer?" I ask to break the quietness and hope that the quick intake of breathe doesn't seem unusual as he slipped a finger through my lower lips, feeling the dampness there. "Yes! Just because you are left alone does not give you the right to disturb the rest of the tenants. You are lucky you don't have them below you or you would be upset too!" He said as he exited the next floor. Thank god! I would not have been able to control my next moan even if I tried as he slipped the finger inside of me. I turned to look at him but the way he was standing I could not. My legs opened a bit but he stopped and brought his finger to my mouth which I took, sucking it clean. He folded his hands in front of himself and looked towards the numbers on the car. Ding! "Our stop" I said as I led him down the hall towards my apartment. Keys already in hand I opened the door. Yes! I did clean before I left! I kick off my sandals and start to walk towards the livingroom when he grabs my hand. "Where is your bedroom?" he asks. Hmmmm, right to the point and no wasting time, I like that! "You wouldn't like a drink first?" "No, you are going to quench my thirst right away," he answered with a smirk. As we enter my bedroom you are almost taken aback by the largeness of the bed and bench in the centre. A king size four poster, my one big splurge in the last year! "Nice," he said as he turns to me, "now, let me see what you are hiding under that dress." That almost sounded like an order, but his eyes were waiting with anticipation and who am I to disappoint? I turned my back to him and he unzipped it slowly. I stepped away from him and slid one strap then the other, still holding it at my breasts. I look at him and then drop it. There was nothing under it, except my nakedness. "Do you need to freshen up or anything before we take this any further? It might be a while ...." he said as he began to take off his shirt. "Good idea, be right back, make yourself comfortable." When I return he is still in his shorts but no shirt. Nice smooth chest, I walk towards him wanting to feel it under my hands. I reach for him and he grabs my hands and ties them together with the belt from my robe. There is a moment of nervousness, what have I done? "Trust me hun, you are going to enjoy this evening very much," he whispered into my ear as he nibbled. I let my guard down a bit and allowed him to finish his task. Then he dug into his pocket and stepped behind me. All of a sudden it was dark. I don't know exactly what it was that he blindfolded me with but when I reached to take it off he grabbed my hands and led me towards the bed. I was scared now. No idea what was going to happen next and yet I was excited. He brought me to the end of the bed, leaning me over the bench and tied my hands to the bedpost. It was at such an angle that I could not stand straight and had to stay in that position, rather exposed with my ass sticking out. I wanted to ask questions, but at the same time thought better of it. Once my hands were tied I could not feel him near me or hear where he was because of the carpeted floor. Then without warning I felt his hand across my ass, spanking me! I cried out, not from pain but surprise. I haven't been spanked since I was 8! He spanked me again, this time a little harder, then again. My cheeks were tingling now. I was also getting wet. My nipples were starting to pucker. How can this turn me on? But it did. On the last spank his hand lingered. He rubbed each cheek tenderly then kissed them. "My but you are wet my dear," he said as he spread my cheeks and kissed the inside of my thighs. I could feel fluid dripping down my leg. I was sooooooo hot, sooooo horny!!!! At this point he could do anything to me and there would be no resistance at all! He stood up and ran his fingers across my slit, stopping at my pleasure button, but only brushing against it. I gasped. "Not yet ... you are not ready for me yet." But I am! I really really am! I didn't voice it, but my body was screaming it!!! "I want to explore all of you in my own time." He untied me and led me to the side of the bed. He pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me, grabbing the robe belt once again and slid me up towards the other post. He secured me there and kissed me on the forehead. His hands caressed my arms as they came to rest on my breasts. Mmmmm, so warm his hands are. My butt is still a bit tingly. My nipples are erect and he brushed them with the palm of his hands. They pucker even more. He pinched them, lightly then a bit harder. I moan, arching my back. He pushes me back down. I feel his hair on me, then his teeth. He rolls them between his teeth then bites and flicks each with is tongue. I moan again, not wanting him to stop. His hands follow the curve of my torso, stopping on my hips. I can feel his hair between my tits, down my tummy and then stop. I can feel his breath on my pussy. I try and open my legs, but his are on either side, holding steady. Oh how I wish I could move! Whiskers brush my inner thighs, only grazing against my naked lips. My head moves from side to side, wishing I had no bonds on my hands!! I am gratefully shocked with the sensation his very hard and very warm tongue have on my clit. He pushes against it firmly then flicks it up, then nothing! Next his tongue reaches my entrance (which is pretty closed with his legs still holding me steady) and licks just to my clit and stops once again. I am slowly going crazy laying here, wanting, anticipating, NEEDING release!!!! His hand rests on one leg and pushes the other to the side, giving him a waif of my womanly scent, which he breathes in, and kisses the inside my leg down to my knee, going to the other side and doing the same. I can feel the weight shifting as he gets off the bed. I push my legs together, knees up for an extra squeeze. Where could he have gone? I hear a zip then something dropping. He climbs back onto the bed. "I cannot resist your wanton body any longer, you shall get your release, as shall I." With that said, he spread my legs and pushed his head against my opening. It nearly slipped in from all the juice at the entrance of my pussy, but he slid it up and down my slit, teasing me further. "Oh please, fuck me now! I don't think I can take any more teasing!" I whimpered. "That is what I was waiting for, you to beg me for my cock, now you will get it." He slid his hardness deep within me in one stroke. I just about came from that alone! He entered me again and again, slow and hard at first, then quicker shorter strokes. I went to put my legs around him and he stopped. "You keep them the way I have them placed or I will stop again." Oh, you don't have to tell me twice when I am this close! I could feel the orgasm building to an explosive state! The warmth went through me in waves! "Harder! Faster! I want you deep inside of me! Fuck me hard!" And saying that, I came! I moaned .... my head flailing from side to side, wanting to touch him, bring him closer to me .... Once my inner walls stopped contracting, he pulled out and flipped me onto my tummy. He grabbed one of my many pillows and placed it under me, raising my ass up in the air. He positioned himself between my legs and said, "you cum beautifully, now it is my turn." He put his cock inside of me slowly, so I could feel every inch. I was expecting for him to plunge deep inside my pussy but he pulled out. Then I felt him pushing against my butt, his hands on either side of me, holding me into place. "Please stop, I have never had sex this way before," I cried out. Too late, the tip of his head was already entering me. I tensed up. "Relax hun, it won't hurt after I have entered a bit more." I relaxed a bit .... feeling him slide in a bit more. Once I was a bit more comfortable, I realized I could very much enjoy the feeling of his manliness in my ass. I slowly pushed back, now wanting to feel him more. He eased the rest of his cock inside, mmmmm, yes, I will like this too! For every stroke in, I pushed back, feeling his balls slap against my pussy. As we moved, the rhythm grew quicker .... with more force. "Oh I am going to cum again!" I moaned into the blanket. "Cum for me darling, I will shoot my seed deep within you too." I came, and came again when I felt his cum shoot inside of me. I slumped on the bed under his weight. I was smiling. He reached up and untied the blindfold and my hands. I looked into his eyes and kissed him softly on the lips. "Thank you, that was incredible!" I said. "When I saw how that book was getting you rather excited, I couldn't walk away from you. I wanted you the moment I saw you engrossed in the pages and when I got closer I thought, hmmm. I had to see where it would all lead to, and you did not disappoint me in the least!" he said as we climbed under the blankets for a much needed rest. I tell you, never will I walk the rows of books without remembering this nite! The Library Law Students at Bristol University had it rough. Admittedly, they got by far the snazziest building: a big Gothic tower looming over the top of Park Road. It had turrets. Like an actual castle. And yes, they got all the prestige, and fancy corporate-sponsored dinners, and the promise of earning multi-millions in a few short years, but there was, balanced against all this, one major downside. They were constantly surrounded by other Law Students. This tended to drive them slightly mad, which meant that despite my being at Bristol to do a sane degree, I also had it rough. Cathy started off as a perfectly awesome girlfriend -- adventurous and loving, a quirky sense of humour and a delightful penchant for kinky sex -- but it was all going horribly wrong as we got closer and closer to the summer exams. She was collapsing in on herself: a whirling mass of stress and hysteria as she tried to commit every statute, every treaty, every fragment of case law to memory. She was utterly convinced that she was failing, and that every other super-efficient student had it all down. The last straw had come when she'd banned me from seeing her, claiming she needed a boyfriend-less week of intense revision. That one week had become two and my patience had finally worn thin. Which was why I was here, at a side-door into the snazzy Gothic tower, at 10 o'clock on an otherwise unremarkable Wednesday evening. I knocked twice. The door opened. 'Alright, mate,' said Nathan, grinning widely. 'Evening.' He was a drinking partner of mine and for tonight, a collaborator. An employee at the Library, it was his night to close up. 'She up there?' I asked. 'Yeah, we closed fifteen minutes ago, but I left the lights on. Her head's stuck in a book and she hasn't come up for hours.' 'Cheers.' I handed him the £50 bribe. 'You two have fun now.' He had no idea what I was going to do to her. He thought this was a lover's surprise. 'And take my keys. I'll need you to lock up.' 'Sure thing. Have a good one.' He left. It never even crossed his mind to ask what was in the large black rucksack on my shoulder. I smiled, wondering what he would have thought if he'd seen the wide array of implements I'd stashed in there. The building was no less impressive on the inside. A barrier rope stood just in front of the huge front doors. They'd let the tourists in just that far, so they could admire, while the students slipped past to head to their classes. The place reeked of power: the home of the brightest and the best. I took my time, savouring the status and the statuesque beauty of these walls. Then I headed up the ancient stone steps that led to the first floor, where the Library was housed. Walking down the corridors, I took note of the portraits adorning the walls and even caught a glimpse of the luxurious student common room. Finally, I reached the door I was looking for and eased it open. The library was different from the rest of the building: carpeted and more modern, with state of the art computers in the first section. I headed through, taking care to be quiet. The main section of the Law Library was made up of two floors. Shelves of books arced around individual alcoves, with a wooden table in the middle of each. On the second floor, a railing ran all the way around the middle, stopping anyone from falling down to the floor below. I moved slowly up the stairs to the second floor. I'd been here before to find Cathy and I knew where she'd be. My first glimpse of her stirred the adrenaline in my blood. Just as Nathan had said, she was working manically. As I crept closer, I could make out more. Her elbow rested on the desk as she bent over an ancient tome, her left hand interlaced in her unkempt hair, while her right fiddled with a ballpoint pen. She looked profoundly fuckable. Luckily, she was facing away, so I was able to get close enough to hear her mutter to herself: reciting mumbled nonsense at a feverish pace. I took a second to appreciate how vulnerable she was. She had no idea how much trouble she was about to be in. No idea that a sadistic monster lurked just behind her right shoulder. The first touch would be exquisite. That instant of perfect horror. I grabbed her mouth first, then wrapped my arm around my chest and pulled her backwards. The fancy chair she was in clattered over. Her scream filled my palm, as I whirled her around, slamming her against the nearby bookcase. Winded and stunned, it took her a second to recognise me. Her intelligent blue eyes widened even further. 'Tom!' she gasped. 'I think you should call me sir.' I kept my voice calm, but tightened my grip. Her pretty face contorted into something like panic. 'What are you doing? There are people here!' I slapped her. 'What are you doing, sir. And there's no one here. Nathan finished up twenty minutes ago. He left me the key.' 'He... what?' My left hand gripped her throat. I could feel her tender, rapid pulse. I wanted her badly, and there was no way I was letting her escape. 'Cathy... Do you trust me?' 'Of course I --' I interrupted. 'Then call me sir.' She bit her lower lip, staring up at me. It was a long moment. Finally, she nodded. 'Yes, sir.' I spun her again, pushing her down, chest first onto the oaken table. A divide ran down the middle of the table, and she instinctively gripped it with her fists. I took a second to appreciate the sound of her flustered breathing. Then I brought my hand down hard on her skirt-covered arse. It was a long floral print skirt in a pale brown colour. The kind that screamed out bookish student and gave no hint of the perverted slut that wore it. 'You've fucked up, Cathy.' 'Sir?' 'You've forgotten what you are. Gotten all carried away with what a high and mighty lawyer you're going to be. Forgotten that your first and only duty is to serve my cock.' A hint of outrage crept into her response. 'I have exams, sir!' 'Pull up your skirt, whore. It'll be hard to be so high and mighty when you're flashing your slutty kickers to the open air.' 'Listen here, Tom, I --' I leant over, wound my hand in her hair and pushed her face into the wood. 'You need this, sweetie. You need to be taken down from your pedestal, fucked hard, and humiliated. Deep down, you know it.' I twisted the hair in my hand, pulling at her roots and eliciting a sharp cry. 'Now lift up your skirt and show me your lovely rear end, or I will be forced to hurt you.' I didn't know for certain whether she'd do it. It was a hard ask. A signal of surrender. Her struggle fascinated me. It wouldn't be fun if she wasn't so proud. The pride heightened her humiliation, gave her further to fall. But then, the pride was part of what made her submit. The desire to be a great submissive. To test herself. What a beautiful paradox she was... Her hands went to the hem of her dress and began to inch it up. I smiled. It was courage, wherever it came from. Huge numbers of women had the odd submissive fantasy. But how many of them had the guts to play it out? 'Faster, slut,' I whispered. 'I want to see your flesh.' 'Yes, sir.' She lifted the skirt up and over, so it rested on her back. The contours of her arse were revealed. As was the lacy pink thong wedged between her cheeks. 'Doesn't really match your good girl image, does it?' I couldn't see much of her face, but I could tell she was blushing. 'But then, you're not a good girl are you?' She swallowed. 'No, sir.' 'In fact, you're not even a good whore. Hold still. Face forward.' I went to my ruck-sack, got a leather paddle and returned. I rubbed it lightly over her skin, so she could feel what was coming. Her skinny thong would be no protection at all. 'Tell me, slut, who do you think you are, to leave me waiting? To put your precious books above our relationship?' 'Sir, I'm --' I didn't care if she was protesting or apologising. The sadist in me would wait no longer. I brought the paddle crashing down onto her unprotected arse. Once, twice and a third. She groaned her approval. 'It's wrong for a whore to get above her station. To think she's anything more than a toy for a man's whims. And that's what's happened here, isn't it? You've been a bad whore.' 'Yes, sir. I have, sir.' 'All this status and learning has got to you. You think it's more important than me.' 'No! I --' I cracked the paddle against her, cutting off her reply. 'So what we're going to do, Cathy, is take that all away from you. I'm going to humiliate and degrade you in the middle of this Library, so that every time you walk in here, you know the truth about who and what you are.' 'I... yes, sir.' 'Now, how many of these do you think you can take?' I gave her another blow with the paddle, watching the red splotches widen on her pale flesh. 'Ow! As... as many as you want, sir.' I loved how submissive she could be. It was a whole other side to her that no-one else ever got to see. I put my left hand on her head, stroking her hair slowly. 'You'd do that for me? Suffer through a long, hard paddling, just to make my cock hard?' 'Yes, s -- argh!' The next spank interrupted her answer. 'Ten, I think, dear. That should bruise you up nicely. Give me something pretty to look at while I'm reaming out your arsehole.' A tiny moan escaped her lips. I smiled in satisfaction. Then I began the paddling, pausing for several long seconds after every strike. It gave her time for the heat to spread and for the arousal to soak into her cunt. And it gave me time to plan each blow, to make sure that every inch of her arse burnt bright red. I savoured the tenth blow, watching her lithe body jerk in pain, her hair flicking upwards as her neck arched. Fuck. She looked incredible. She sounded good, too: her gasps gradually slowing as the sting dissipated. I dropped the paddle and put my hand on her arse, stroking over the inflamed skin. Perhaps a tiny part of me was doing it to ease the burn, but mostly I just enjoyed touching her, enjoyed feeling the heat with my own fingers. 'Ready to continue, dear?' 'God yes,' she whispered. 'Uh, god yes, sir, I mean.' 'Stand up and take off your skirt. Then fold it and put it on the table behind.' Her eager eyes never left mine as she stripped it off, and returned to me quickly, after she'd put the skirt on the table. 'Time to get your tits out, Cathy.' 'Yes, sir.' 'But do it slowly, one button at a time.' Her fingers set to work, easing the light blue shirt open. As she exposed more and more of her chest, I could see that that she was wearing a dark green bra that clashed horribly with her pink thong. Though it was fairly sexy in itself, pushing up her small breasts and framing them nicely. 'The bra too, sir?' asked Cathy, as she placed her discarded shirt on the table. 'What do you think?' Her hands went to the back fastening. 'No, Cathy. I asked you a question. Tell me what you think.' She swallowed. 'I think you want to see my tits, sir.' 'Mmm. Clever girl. Go ahead then.' The bra fell to the floor. Her beautiful tits bare for my eyes, so that she stood naked except for her thong, her socks and a pair of black shoes with small heels. 'Stand with your feet further apart,' I ordered. 'Yes, that's right. Now put your hands on the back of your head. Elbows out at right angles.' I took a step closer to her and caressed her right cheek. Once more, she stared straight into my eyes, giving me all the more satisfaction when I slapped the same cheek, hard. The impact spun her head around, allowing me to lean in and whisper into her ear. 'You're a dirty, fucking whore.' I grabbed her throat in my left hand, holding her steady so I could slap her again. The crack echoed around the Library. 'Cathy?' 'Yes, sir?' 'You're a dirty, fucking whore.' I allowed my grip on her throat to tighten. 'Cathy?' 'Sir?' 'What are you?' Tears had appeared in her eyes. I didn't know if it was from the slapping or the humiliation. 'I'm a dirty... a dirty, fucking whore,' she whispered. 'Louder.' She gritted her teeth for a moment, as if swallowing down her emotions. 'I'm a dirty fucking whore!' This was hard for her. Despite her confidence and her perversions, she came from a pretty respectable family. She wasn't used to saying the words that turned her on so much. 'You really are, my dear. There's no escaping it. You're clad in nothing but your flimsy knickers, with a very red bottom, in the middle of the Law School Library. Frankly, that's slutty even for a whore. And you know the things you'll be doing very soon, don't you?' Cathy nodded, staring down at her feet. I slapped her right breast. 'Answer me, whore!' 'I can imagine, sir.' Smiling, I gestured behind me. 'Go into my rucksack and get out your tail.' Her eyes closed for a second, as a red blush swept across her skin. As she did so, one of the tears fell down her left cheek. But she obeyed without question, walking over to the rucksack and taking out her 'tail'. It was basically a flogger, but with a large plug at the other end instead of a handle. She handed it to me, without making eye contact, then returned to her previous position with her hands on the back of her head. I stepped up against her and placed my free hand in her hair, twirling several locks between my fingers. 'Cathy, my dear, how wet do you think your thong is, right now?' 'I don't know, sir.' 'Put two fingers down, sweetheart. Find out.' She obeyed. I kept my eyes on her, watching the humiliation flicker across her face. 'Well?' 'They're... they're soaked, sir.' 'Hm. That's odd, isn't it? I've been hurting you, haven't I? Why are you so wet?' She looked up at me. 'Because I like it, sir. You know I do.' 'I see.' I held up the tail. 'And do you like this?' Her face was already red from where I'd slapped it, but I could see it go redder still. 'Yes, sir.' 'Really? Where does it go?' 'In my arse, sir.' I raised an eyebrow. 'Fascinating. Well, my dear, what I want you to do is this. I'm going to flog your cute little tits. Once you can't take it any more, I want you to beg me to put this tail inside your naughty bottom.' A low moan whispered through her lips. 'Yes, sir.' I stepped back and swung the flogger in one fluid motion, cracking it across her breasts. A sound erupted from her lungs that could only be called a screech. Cathy, as it happens, has very sensitive nipples. Swinging again, I relished the next cry that echoed off the bookshelves. It was fascinating. There were so many pertinent questions. How much louder would she get? Just how much could she handle? And the why of it... that was the most interesting. She could beg at any time. As soon as she did, I'd stop and wedge the erstwhile flogger up her crack, giving her the humiliation that would get her off. But she didn't. She endured each successive crack of the flogger. And why? Because that was her order. To beg only when she could take no more. And more importantly, because she knew that her suffering pleased me. The pain got so much that each scream trailed into the other: lessening by the tiniest increment in my back-swing, before rising up louder than before with each fresh impact. Fuck, but she was tough. Her hands hadn't moved from the back of her head. I stepped up to her once more, and took one of her inflamed nipples between my fingers. 'You can beg now, my dear,' I said, idly twisting it, while gazing into her tear-stained eyes. 'You've done incredibly well.' 'Argh! Please, Tom, please...' I let go of her nipple and looked at her seriously. 'Tell me what you want.' 'Please, put it in my arse, sir.' 'Hm.' I leant in and brushed my lips against hers. 'That's not all, my dear. I'm sure it feels quite lovely wedged tight up there, but the sensation isn't really the point, is it?' She stared up at me. 'No, sir.' 'So take a moment to think. Take a couple of deep breaths. Then tell me what you want.' Something savage glinted in her eyes. She'd gone beyond shame, now. She was my conspirator in the depravity. 'I want you to humiliate me, Tom. To make me your whore. Your bitch. Your... animal.' A small smile tweaked at the corners of my lips. I nodded my head. 'As you wish.' I ordered her to stay in position as I got some lube out of my bag. 'Take it, animal. Get your thong off and lube up your arsehole for me. Two fingers ought to do it.' She obeyed. And I watched. Watched her sit down on the floor, bringing one leg up, her cunt and the crease beneath brazenly bared. Watched her squeeze the lube onto her fingers, circle her anal ring for a second and then force two fingers inside. 'Enjoying that, Cathy? Finger-fucking your own arse?' A small wince flickered over her face, and I could see that despite my previous thought, she wasn't entirely beyond shame. 'Yes, sir,' she said, staring at my shoes. 'Very much, sir.' 'Good. Now, be a good whore and kneel down with your face in the carpet. Spread your cheeks for me, too.' Cathy had a proper cunt. None of this porn nonsense with each hair meticulously plucked or waxed or whatever the hell they did. Why would a grown woman have a cunt like that? No, when Cathy bared it all for me, I got to see something special. And the scents caught in there, too, magnified by it. I left her like that -- exposed and vulnerable -- as I took the lube and applied it to the plug end of her tail. She groaned when I placed it against her entrance, and groaned even louder when I pushed it in. 'There we go, dear. You're now a perfect little bitch.' I swatted her still red arse. 'Wag your tail, dog.' Perhaps it was silly, but it was humiliating and that was more important. My girlfriend, naked except for her shoes and socks, shook her arse repeatedly, causing the tail to sway back and forth. 'Perfect, Cathy, just perfect. But what else do dogs do? We need to come up with something, don't we?' I picked up her discarded thong. 'Let's play fetch.' There's only so much range you can get with a thrown piece of cotton. Luckily, it was soaking wet, which probably added a few feet. In any case, I managed two or three metres. 'Crawl after it, slowly.' She obeyed and I took great pleasure watching her arse cheeks sway with each step. I imagined the plug inside her and how that must feel, and the gentle swish of the tail against the back of her thighs that would remind her of what she looked like and just what I would be seeing. 'Pick it up in your teeth. Bring it back to me.' The sight of her crawling back, lacy thong dangling from her teeth, was even more arousing than the sight of her tail and arse had been. Her eyes were half-lidded, and I knew her mind was slipping away in a mix of eroticism and shame. 'Goodness me, girl,' I said, once she'd reached me. 'What have you got there? Some bad little slut has made a real mess in her knickers. Sit back on your haunches and hold them up higher, so I can see.' She arched her neck so the bulk of damp fabric now rested on her out-thrust chin. 'This is your shame, whore,' I said, crouching down in front of her. 'Proof of just what a lowly little prostitute you are.' 'Yes, sir,' she whispered. I began to finger the wet spot, rubbing it against her skin. 'Do you really think that good, intelligent girls would be here, right now? Tail in arse, damp knickers hanging from their mouth...' 'No, sir.' 'You're worthless, my dear. You are nothing but a cock-sucker.' She swallowed. 'Yes, sir.' Slowly, I placed both hands around her throat and began to squeeze. 'Say it, whore. I like to hear it from your lips.' 'I'm... worthless...' She pushed the words out with difficulty. 'I'm noth... ing... buh..' The Library To all the wonderful listeners here on Literotica, let me just say thank you and that you are AMAZING! I wish that I could respond to every single comment on every single audio to let you know just how much I appreciate it. I do read them all though, and every single feedback as well. This audio is dedicated to all of the geek girls out there. :) I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (19 min/mp3) * * * * * The Library I had emailed Sir earlier that day that I would be going to the library to return some movies that I had checked out, and to pick up some more books to read. I've got my iPod in and I walk absentmindedly to the library and hand my movies to the tired looking, but kind girl behind the counter and head up to the science fiction section. After I pull a few books, and lose myself in finding new stories to explore, I don't notice a presence getting closer and closer to me. I've got several books balanced precariously in my arms, and another in my hands with my face deep in it. I hear "River" whispered softly over my shoulder and into my ear. I squeak rather loudly, whip around and drop all of my books, and manage to knock a couple off the shelves as well, causing me to fall flat on my butt. My heart feels like it's going to explode, and I'm breathing heavily. I look up from under the book that has landed open on my head to see Sir standing in front of my with his hands in his pockets and a humorous smile on his face. "Oh River." Sir leans down to gently take my wrists and helps me stand up. My cheeks are flushed red with embarrassment which just makes Sir smile more. I just kind of stand there, looking down at my feet, fingers fidgeting, surprised by Sir's sudden appearance, and not totally sure what to do. "Is my River not happy to see me?" Sir asks. "Oh no!" Sir raises an eyebrow. "I mean no, I am very happy to see Sir! River was just surprised," I say after I manage to unscramble my thoughts. "I can see that." I blush even more and look back down at my toes. "Is River going to leave her mess for someone else to clean up?" I look up at Sir questioningly until I realize Sir means all the books on the floor. "Oh!" I bend down to pick them up when I feel Sir pressed up against my back. I freeze, feeling Sir's closeness. "Did Sir tell River to clean up her mess?" "No Sir." "No he did not. River seems to be both clumsy and disobedient today." I feel Sir's large hands grab my backside and run his hands firmly down my thighs until he gets about half way to my knees before he swiftly spreads my legs apart. Sir then places his hands on my waist, giving me a little squeeze and then leaving them there, putting enough pressure on me so that I know I will not move. "Now, River. You may pick up your books." I bend over, but with my feet spread apart, and Sir's hands keeping my hips up, I can just barely reach the books on the floor, but it causes my rear end to stick up quite a bit. I know that Sir is getting a full view of my backside, and the thought sends a little shiver through me. I lean back up and slowly place the book back where it belongs on the shelf. Sir hasn't moved and I know that I'm to continue. I bend down again and this time Sir puts one of his hands on my back, keeping me bent over. I can feel my heart race again. I feel Sir squeeze my cheek below my waist and then start to rub up my lower back. I feel so exposed, and I know that I should be fearful of someone walking around the corner and seeing me, but all I can feel is Sir's overwhelming presence and control. "River?" "Yes Sir?" Sir continues to rub my tense muscles. "Whose back is this?" "Your back Sir." "And whose waist is this?" "Your waist Sir." "And whose butt is this?" when Sir asks he grabs my cheeks firmly making me gasp. "Y-yours Sir." "Good girl River." Sir's praise makes me grin from ear to ear. "You may finish cleaning up now River." Sir's grip loosens but leaves his hands on my waist. I finish putting all the books up except for the ones I had planned to check out. "Good girl River. Now turn around." I turn to face Sir and keep my eyes focused on Sir's belt. I can't help but think of how it would feel on my bare skin. "River look at me." I raise my head up to meet Sir's powerful gaze. Sir places his hand gently on my cheek. I exhale and completely let go. "And whose River is this?" "Your River Sir." "Good girl River." The Library I love to read...and not just erotica! I went to the library this afternoon and grabbed a few books from the "New" shelves. Not having heard of some of the authors, I sat down on one of the couches at the back of the library. It's one of my favorite places to read. The rounded back wall is an expanse of tinted windows and overlooks a beautiful park. There's even a covered veranda with tables, for days like today when the weather is nice. Unless I'm sitting and talking with someone, though, I don't sit out there. The chairs are too stiff and upright. The couches are my preference. While I was there, the library wasn't too busy. The kids were still in school, moms were lining up in carpool lanes at nearby schools, and the senior citizens were hitting those senior specials at the restaurants. Honestly, I don't know where everyone was, but the library was fairly empty. I kicked back on the couch and opened the first book. After the first few paragraphs, I thought it might be a good possibility. Book two was a no right off the bat. I was reaching for book three when I saw it. And it was the best scenery I had seen in a while. There before me, outside the windows, on the veranda sat two women, both slightly above average in looks. But one woman, one glorious woman was facing me. Either because of the tint on the glass or a glare from the sun, I don't think she could really see into the library. But I could see her. And I could see right up her skirt, between her legs, right up to her red panties. I couldn't believe it. Red panties, right there for me to see. But I wanted to get closer. There was a table inside with cushioned chairs (much more comfortable than outside and still with that view). I moved my things, had a seat, and laid a book open as if I were reading. From here I had the perfect VAA: Visual Access Angle. I could see up her skirt better from here, and she still made no sign that she knew she was being watched. I could see that the panties appeared to be sheer, but with her legs under the table there wasn't enough light to see through them. Damn! That didn't really matter though, because I could still see them. And everyone loves a look up a skirt. Everyone. And I certainly loved it. My body was tingling, and I couldn't resist. I moved one hand under the table and began to lightly rub my pussy. Unfortunately, I wasn't wearing a skirt today. Khakis, making things a little less easily accessible, but don't worry. I still found a way to gain that access. I slowly, silently unzipped my pants and slipped my right hand inside. My own black cotton panties were a bit wet. My fingers worked their way under the side elastic and found my throbbing clit. I leaned over the book, deep in concentration...concentrating solely on my clit, that is. By leaning over, my pussy was now against the rough upholstered seat. My legs spread, I could rock my hips slowly, rubbing my pussy while massaging my clit. My head was down towards the book, but my eyes were still on those red panties. She had shifted in her seat now, leaning back in the chair, her legs spread farther apart. Yes, the panties were definitely sheer. I could see the faint shadow of her slit, a dark line between her legs. I began rubbing faster, a finger sliding into my pussy. My left hand reached up and turned the page of the book. (I had been rubbing a while, and was still on the same page. I didn't want to be too obvious.) There must have been some sort of insect flying around outside. She and her friend were swatting at something. I was still rubbing, still watching...and then she slapped at her thigh. Whatever it was that had been flying around them had just landed on her. She hiked her skirt up a bit and rubbed along her inner thigh. A bite? A sting? Whatever it was, it caused her to rub at it, her legs spreading even farther, as much as her short skirt would allow. Mmmm....she was rubbing her thigh, that soft skin, so close to her panties. My speed increased. I was so close to cumming. She was rubbing her thigh...I was rubbing my clit. My black panties were soaked as I kept watching her red panties. I was about to cum. And then she looked up, looked at me. Her eyes locked on mine and held my stare. She knew, and she didn't seem to care. She had to know. My hips rocked faster, my finger went deeper. She smiled, definitely a knowing smile. I was cumming, and nodded my head at her, letting her know. She stood up, excused herself from her friend. She walked inside and right up to me as I was pulling my hand out. Before I could even get my pants zipped up, she put her hand on my right arm. She guided my hand up to her mouth and kissed the tips of my fingers, her tongue lightly, quickly licking. She smiled at me as she moaned slightly. "Looks like a great book." She took my book and before she walked away, I reached out and touched her thigh. "I love your red panties." She was gone. I sat there collecting myself, wondering if my juices had soaked through my pants enough for others to notice. I gathered the keeper books and my bag and made my way to the self-checkout. As I scanned my library card, I saw her coming toward me again. And as I scanned the books, she slipped something into my bag. I got home and ripped off my clothes. I grabbed my dildo and fucked myself hard, one hand between my legs, one hand holding her sheer red panties up to my face, smelling her sweet pussy as I came. The Library The library was fairly calm, a few scattered students and book worms here and there. I carried my laptop to a rather secluded corner, only rarely getting a visitor looking for an old newspaper or magazine. I checked my phone, saw that Daddy had not texted me back yet, and opened up my tumblr, scrolling randomly. Of course there were naughty pictures galore on my screen, and every now and then I looked up to check and see that no one could see my screen. My face was flushed and my panties were beginning to soak through to my skirt. I adjusted myself so that, should my juices dribble out, they would hit the seat instead. My phone suddenly vibrated, and I opened a text from Daddy. -What are you doing, little girl? I giggled to myself and blushed as I typed my response. ~looking at naughty things at the library, Daddy! -Is it making your kitty wet, little girl? I blushed brightly, wiggling in the seat and feeling my wetness actually pooling under myself. ~yes sir, it is... There was no immediate response, so I went back to my screen, staring at pictures of girls being tied up, gagged, and played with in ways that I envied. I couldn't help it, I have to feel the coolness of the chair against my wet snatch, so I sneakily took my soaking panties off and stuffed them in my purse, shivering as my pussy touched the coolness of the wood. My phone buzzed again. -Knowing my naughty girl, your panties are already off. I want you to spread your legs and lift your skirt so that anyone looking under the table would see it. I gasped out loud, quickly covering my mouth and looking around to see that I didn't attract any attention. I sighed when I realized that no one was stirring. I blushed red as a tomato and slowly drew my skirt up and over my knees, spreading my legs while I do so. I shakily type up my response. ~i did it Daddy... -Good girl. Now I want you to trace a finger over your clit slowly. Understand? ~yes Daddy... I looked around again, making sure I was completely alone, and slowly lowered my hand so that it was touching my wet crotch. My index finger poked gently until it hit my clit, and I slowly, teasingly, circled it around my clitoris. I stifled a gasp, biting the inside of my cheek, as I felt great pleasure surge through me. Another buzz. -Good good girl. I bet it feels good doesn't it? I bet the thought of getting caught it making you much much wetter. He was right, of course. I could barely get any friction on my clit because I was so wet. I continued to read his text. -Now, I want to insert a finger inside. Go very slowly, but deep enough to hit your g-spot each time. Do NOT cum, young lady. I whimpered quietly to myself, responded with a yes sir, and reached down to insert my middle finger into me, slowly pushing it in until I hit my g-spot. As my finger grazed that wonderful spot my legs shook, and I had to bite my lips hard to not make a sound. I worked that finger slowly in and out, for what felt like forever, my legs shaking with each swipe of my spot. Another buzz. -Now, I want you to look up and find someone. Stare at them. Watch them. If they look to you, look away, but you must look back to them as soon as you can. Don't stop touching yourself. Do this for two minutes, then cum. Keep going slow and deep, little girl. My eyes went wide as I read that text, but knew he would somehow know if I did not do as he asked, so I braced myself and looked around until I could find someone to look at. There, almost on the other side of the library, was a girl. She was probably my age, and so incredibly beautiful that my heart stopped. It made it that much easier to stare at her and touch myself. I almost wanted her to catch me looking at her and cumming. What would she think? I felt my orgasm building and rising, my legs shaking more and more, my had gripping the edge of the table. Another buzz. -Cum. NOW. Oh, how I came. I shook and vibrated, trying to take even deep breaths as I could feel myself pussy spasm around my finger. Without warning, I squirted, moving my hand out of the way just in time so it shot under the table and on the floor instead of all over my chair. I sunk my head slowly to the table, trying to catch my breath. Once I gathered my wits, I looked up, happening to lock eyes with the beautiful girl. She was staring wide eyed at me, a grin on her face and blush on her cheeks. Oh god, she saw me cum. "Looks like you put on a show for someone, little one," said a hot voice in my ear. I twirled and saw Daddy standing right behind me. "Daddy!" I loudly whispered. He just smiled and leaned forward, kissing my forehead. "You were such a good girl, princess." His words made my anxiety ease and my lust grow. I felt so proud of myself. "Thank you, Daddy." "Lets get you home so we can take care of that wet kitty," he breathed in my ear. I looked across the floor to the girl, noticing her hand rubbing herself through her leggings. I smiled and searched through my bag for some paper, scribbled something down, and smiled up at Daddy. "Let me give that girl my number first, please. She needs her kitty taken care of too!" Daddy just smiled. "Okay baby. You needed a playdate soon anyway." The Library I stand in front of the huge bookshelf in the empty aisle of the library, staring at the books in utter confusion. The book I want is on the topmost row and I cannot reach it no matter how much I try, so I don't bother trying at all. Maybe I can make do with something in the lower rows. I see a poster of our college basketball team hanging low on the wall and my mind immediately wanders back to the memory of the hot shower. Of the first time Gabriel made love to me. Or perhaps the term making love is a little too tame for what transpired that day. I still remember the jolt of his hips, the water trickling down onto his face, his muscular chest and down below onto his ...mmm No, no I'm not going to go there. I have mid-terms next week and I'm not going to be distracted by Gabriel. I cross my legs, pretending that even the thought of him isn't affecting me in the slightest. I squint my eyes to read the tiny text clearly when I feel a body press flush against my back. On instinct, I freeze. "Professor" I breathe out, realising its him even before I see or hear him. He stays silent for a while as my heart beat picks up where it left off. "Yes" he says, his hot breath blowing against the skin of my neck that abruptly erupts into goose bumps. My grip on the books in my hand tightens, and I have to remind myself not to fall. "You wanted something?" he asks and it takes me a good minute to collect my scattered thoughts and point my finger towards the book I need. He raises his hand taking the book I need, his body pressing harder into mine, letting me feel all of him. All of him. For a by passer this must look so innocent, someone just helping out a person who can't reach a book to save their life. But there is nothing innocent or chaste about what he's doing. Or maybe it's just me? Instead of handing me the book, he keeps the book in the air, I lift my hand up trying to reach it, but he pulls it out of my reach. After a few seconds of trying and giving up, I crane my neck to see him when he drops the book abruptly and holds my hand in his and places the palm against the shelf, making me immobile. His other hand moves the hair away from my neck, his fingers dancing subtly. His lips touch the exact place his fingers explored a moment ago, and the books in my left hand fall onto the floor with a loud thud snapping me out of his trance. "No, Gabriel ...This is a library, wait" I say moving, at least trying to, but I can't, trapped between his body and the shelf. He laughs, a deep throaty, utterly masculine laugh against my neck. "If you think that's going to stop me from getting what I want, you clearly don't know me very well." His other hand moves to my midriff, his hand slipping into my shirt gently and smoothing over the skin. I shut my eyes tight, my other hand moving towards the shelf to support myself. "Some... Someone might see us." "There's no one here, and I won't let anyone see you" he kisses my neck again and I can't help the sound that escapes my mouth. His hand leaves my stomach and tracing backwards and running over my hip and behind and resting on my legs. "Do you know how absolutely delicious you look? It was torture looking at you all day and not being able to do this" He squeezes my backside, and my lips part. He lifts my skirt up, bunching it around my hips and runs his hands all around leisurely. I want to move or do something, but I can't. This is strangely exciting. Anticipating his every move, imagining where his fingers might trace next. Tugging slightly at my panties, I can feel them dissipate in his arms. His hands leave my skin for a few seconds before pulling me back a little and I'm not standing straight anymore, my face towards the shelf and my back at his beck and call. He runs his adept fingers over every inch, almost worshipping it. And smacks me, and every part of my insides clench with need. "I want to fuck you into oblivion" he growls. His voice says that he plans to do exactly that, not even a hint of a humour hidden. His hand quickly moves from my back to my front, parting me slightly. He groans drawing his fingers away. "You're so ready, you've been thinking about this too haven't you?" "Yes" I plead "Good girl" he says and his fingers leave me again. No, No ...wha... I can hear him undressing and I mentally thank god for having created a fine, fine specimen that is Gabriel. And even more so, that he's here... behind me, in a library. Getting ready to fuck me. He pulls my hips a little higher and I'm almost completely bent, at his mercy. He strokes his arousal against me, and I give up trying to be quiet. "Okay?" he asks. I nod. Hurriedly. I nod frantically. He pushes in the slightest bit and a moan escapes me. He stills for a second, maybe giving time for me to adjust in this position. I relax a little, as much as I can that is. And he pushes at once, hard. I cry out and register somewhere my fingers pushing away books and those landing with a loud noise. "You feel..." he leaves out a loud breath "fuck, you feel amazing" And he moves, repeating his movements in perfect rhythm, I move my hips to meet him and his fingers dip almost painfully into my skin, stopping his movements completely. "Don't do that, or this will be over faster than either of us would like" he warns but I'm too over my head to heed him any attention and I move my hips again in the barest. he curses loudly , almost growling and his hand leaves mine holding refugee against the shelf and both his hands hold my hips and he starts moving , in an urgent pace , losing his graceful rhythm as every other part of me becomes numb , solely focusing on the place I'm about to find to lose myself. That is so, so near... And he stops. I want to see you, I want to watch your face as you cum" he says pulling out and roughly turning me around and fastening my legs around his hips and I watch his face fascinated ,my hands tracing his brows , his cheekbones . "Gabriel" I say in a hurried need and I don't even recognize my voice. He responds by moving against me, sealing his lips with mine as my back slams against the cold metal bookshelf and few more books find their place on the floor. His eyes are open as he stares at me, hooded and oh so brazen. An incoherent sound escapes me when he rotates his hips, I want to throw my head back and scream badly, desperately but he clamps my mouth with one of his hands shushing me and stops moving. Our hard breaths and heart beats are the only thing audible. I look at him concerned as we hear footsteps. Oh no, this can't be...I struggle against him, a part of me wanting to let go and another bigger part wanting him to continue and never stop but he holds me still, leering with his eyes. The footsteps stop and start becoming faint and we hear a door knob click into place. He smiles at me and I grip his shirt in warning. He is still inside me, throbbing and alive. Like my need. He pushes hard, and every thought disappears, leaving my brain with him and him only. I want to close my eyes in pleasure but I'm afraid I might miss out on his face, the way his eyebrows burrow together, or the way his lips part every time he pulls out, and the way his eyes never ever leave mine. I spiral and lose myself around him, as I fall helplessly crying out his name. "Oh Maya" he says leaning forward and capturing my lips in his as he stills, shuddering above me. The Library He watched her as she read the book in hand. Her hair was pulled back in a twist, her glasses perched low on her nose. She was wearing a short full black skirt, her bare legs in a pair of red heels. Her blouse was also red, buttoned down the front, the buttons strained against her full breasts. She reached up to reshelve the book, her skirt rose, revealing her creamy white thigh. He circled the shelves, coming up behind her. His arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her back against him, his teeth finding her ear, biting tenderly. He took the new book from her, returning it to its place on the shelf. His hands began opening the buttons of her blouse. He then cupped each breast, pulling each out of the bra cup that hid it. His hands moved up her outer thighs, then along her bottom, no panties. She heard that satisfied laugh, she longed to hear, daily. It warmed her, made her knees weak. He took her hand, and walked toward the table at the end of the isle of shelves. He stopped at the table's edge and turned her to face him, taking her wrists in his hand, held tightly behind her back. He cupped one breast, and pushed it up enough to grasp her nipple between his teeth, he bit, he pulled. Looking at her as he did, daring her to call out, and draw attention to them. She did not close her eyes, did not make a sound, but he could see her desire grow. His eyes conveyed every instruction, when he released her arms, she pushed herself onto the table, and laid back. He adjusted her hips, and raised her legs placing them on the tables edge, causing her skirt to fall to her waist, leaving her exposed, her pussy was wet, he could smell her scent. He moved up the table, and took her hands, raising them over her head, looking into her eyes, telling her silently not to move them. he stepped back to look. She was beautiful, her breast straining against the bra. He would make her call out. He would make her bring attention to them. She watched him as he moved along her body, her nipples tightened. She knew he would not allow her to be silent long. She knew there were people on the other side of the shelf, she knew they would be watching soon. He stood at her parted legs. Feeling her watch him, listening to her breathing increase, in anticipation. He touched her, one finger tracing the soft silky lines of her wet lips, touching every inch of her pussy, gently, dipping into her wetness. He then moved to her clit, and pinched, her body jerked in response. He pinched harder, and he smiled when she let out a low moan. He lowered his head and pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking, letting his finger slip in and out of her wet pussy. She wouldn't be able to be quiet much longer, she fought to retain control. He moved his finger from her pussy to her ass, and drove inside, she lost it, bucked against him and called out to him. He laughed. She couldn't be quiet, he knew this, and he wanted people to hear, people to watch. He let go of his surroundings, and enjoyed his feast. Devouring her, every inch of her. She was lost in him, so lost it took a moment to realize they had an audience. She could see at least 3 people watching them, her nipples tightened even more, her orgasm shocked her, as it rocked through her body. He rose, and freed his erection from his pants, pulling her closer to the edge of the table, supporting her legs on his arms, he drove into her, hard and fast. She called out, her breasts swayed with each thrust. Her eyes locked with his, he withdrew, and drove hard into her ass. Her scream was primal, a mix of pleasure and pain. He drove harder and deeper, feeling her body squeeze him, as she came again. He let go. Filling her ass with his cum, watching as her body came down. As her mind adjusted to her surroundings. She felt him pull out, and a drop of his cum was deliberately dripped onto her inner thigh. He lowered his head licking it from her skin. She was exposed to the entire room. He had taken her in front of them. She suddenly felt shy. He reached for her, and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, she tasted herself on his kiss. He held her close while she righted her clothing. Then he smiled down at her, kissing her forehead. He took her hand and lead her from the room.