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Campus Crusade (mf, voy, ex)

	She heard the crack of the blinds mashing against the
window and then felt the cool, wet smoothness of the glass against
her bare ass. Her hips bucked in an urgent rhythm forcing her
cheeks to slide up and down the cool glass. The small room warmed
quickly from their passion causing small beads of condensation to
form on the window. The cool, wet smoothness of the glass against
her ass as she drug it rhythmically across the window only made
the warm, wet smoothness of her lover inside her even warmer. Her
heart raced faster as she wondered if the people in the courtyard
below the tower were watching. She forced herself down onto his
gift of the gods and softly moaned as her body stretched to
accommodate the breadth of its base. She loved feeling the
fullness of his cock inside her and could sense every bump, and
ripple as she slid up and down its entire length. Coming to its
base her swollen bulb of flesh pressed down into his pubic bone
sending waves of firey pleasure through her body. She could feel
the intensity and need building between her legs each time she
pressed down onto him. As she focused on the growing fire of
pleasure, her hips started bucking instinctively dragging her clit
up and down his abdomen. The force of her strokes threw him off
balance. He stumbled around for a second before backing up against
the sink for support; her rhythm never broken. As she drew near
the edge, she pulled herself close to him and let a deep moan
escape her lips.
	“Shhh!,” he whispered in her ear, “This is a library.”
	Opening her eyes with a start, she looked in the mirror in
front of her half surprised at the sight before her. There she was
impaled upon this man, her skirt hiked up around her waste, her
legs wrapped around his body. She glanced at the reflection of the
old toilet in the corner, the paint peeling off the grafittied
walls, and suddenly could not believe she was doing this....
	She had seen the signs on the kiosks for years--”Campus
crusade, come, join the club”--but never really paid attention
except for wondering how anyone in college could be dumb enough to
add that second comma.
	This had all changed a week earlier. She was working in
the library when she walked by a secluded study room. Something
caught her eye through the window of the study room. In a picture
on the wall of the study room, she could see the clear reflection
of her friend from last semester’s English class. She started to
walk in to say hi but quickly stopped as she watched her friend
hike her skirt up. She was not wearing any panties! “What was
going on?” she thought to herself. She watched as her friend slid
her index and middle fingers up her thigh and plunged them into
her sex. She then held them out before her. A man stepped forward
into the reflection to accept her offering. She quickly unzipped
his pants, pulled out his cock, turned away from him, and backed
onto his cock. As she watched her friend grind against this guy,
she knew she should turn away and get back to work, but she just
couldn’t seem to move. An intense warmth and wetness was building
in her own pussy as she watched his cock drive into her friend.
Her white ass slammed against the dark, hairy abdomen of her
lover. She reached down to part her lips and the man quickly
reached around and rubbed her clit as she started to come. The
onlooker closed her eyes and imagined that it was her swollen bulb
being rubbed.
	Her eyes popped open as the door opened. “Oh, Hi!” her
friend said. She managed a raspy “Hi” in return as she tried to
regain her composure. Her friend introduced the man, and then he
left the women to catch up. They went into the study room and
closed the door so they could talk. The small room smelled
strongly of sex making it even harder for her to concentrate on
talking to her friend.
	“Well, aren’t you going to ask?” her friend said.
	“Ask what?” she replied trying to act ignorant of what she
saw.
	“Oh, come on,” her friend said, “you were rubbing yourself
when we walked out. You watched us didn’t you?”
	“Well, yes.” she sheepishly replied.
	“I don’t mind, you’re a good friend. There really is a
good explanation though; we wouldn’t normally do that here. You
see, we’re trying to join this club called Campus Crusade,” her
friend said.
	“Campus Crusade!? I thought they’d prefer if you didn’t do
it anywhere. Aren’t they just a bunch of Bible toting
fundamentalist?”
	“Oh no, no. That’s just a front to fool the
administration. Its really a group of adventuresome couples who
have sex all over campus--bathrooms, study rooms, library desks,
elevators, offices, anywhere really.
	“Wow!” she enthusiastically said revealing a little more
interest than she intended.
	“We’re meeting tomorrow. You’re welcome to come”

	She did not get much work done the rest of the day. Even
after sating her desire in the bathroom at lunch, she could not
stop thinking about what she saw or the plans she was dreaming up.
	At the meeting the next day she learned the basic rules:
you had to take a Polaroid of the act for proof and posterity; and
you had to have sex in five different places to complete your
first crusade to become a member.

	She planned the first stop on her campus crusade for a few
days later. When the day arrived, her excitement was overwhelming.
On her friend’s advice, she wore a short, sexy skirt and no
panties. She had scheduled to meet her lover at a restaurant for
lunch with the plan of calling him just before to suggest he meet
her at the library. The thought of her plans and light air on her
uncovered, shaven lips kept a small fire burning between her legs
the entire morning.
	When lunch approached, she called him to say she was
running late and was finishing up some work in the library. He
agreed to meet her where she said she was working. She sat at a
desk in the near empty library where he wouldn’t see her and began
stroking herself in anticipation and preparation of their meeting.
By the time he arrived, her sex was covered in her wetness and
aching to be filled. She snuck up behind him, pressed her body
against his, kissed the back of his neck, and placed her wet
fingers in front of his nose knowing exactly what this would do to
him. His manhood immediately engorged with blood and strained
against his shorts. Straining in pain and  bewildered by her
actions, he ducked into the bathroom to relieve the binds. As he
unzipped his zipper to relieve the pain of his straining cock, the
door opened and she stepped in. She grabbed his throbbing cock
unable to get her hand around its breadth. With her other hand she
lifted her skirt to reveal her aching pussy. Before her lover even
knew what was going on, she jumped into his arms impaling herself
on his cock. She immediately began pumping as fast as she could up
and down his entire length. He stepped toward the window to brace
himself against her thrust....

	...In the mirror in front of her, she watched her body
convulse with pleasure around his as waves of her orgasm shot
through her. Set off by her orgasm, his body tensed up and she
felt his cock surge inside of her.
	As she sat on his body, legs around his waist, she smiled
at herself in the mirror. She knew neither of them would ever
forget this. She pulled the Polaroid from her purse and clicked a
picture of them in the mirror.
	“Was that a flash?” he asked.
	She smiled. “I didn’t see anything. You must not me
getting enough blood to your head.”


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