____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety of stories. o o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also o o from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order o o other than offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not be used for o o profit without obtaining the author's permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Computer Lab (MF) By Richh (c) 1991 *** At the time I thought he didn't notice me Wishful thinking? Later I found that just the opposite was true in his basement, he had made a kind of voodoo shrine to me, and my picture was on his coat hangers, plus, he wanted his TWO DOLLARS! I had been watching him for maybe two months trying to decide what it was about him that made my hormones go wild Yes, they would all line up and kick like the Rockettes. When seated next to him I got so wet that I was worried about leaving a stain on the chair later I realized that it was just my cigar-smoke that had triggered the sprinkler above my desk... I had read about pheromone in relation to animals, but never thought that people were subject to the same influences Cause I'm just a silly little girl. I could never make a connection like that Hee. Wanna see my underwear? Why we frequently found ourselves in such close proximity was another story Does this mean what I think it means...? The English department where I taught English as a second language did not think a lowly adjunct good word! Needed a computer. In fact, they didn't even think I merited a desk or, hee hee, A POT TO PEE IN! Silly ole me. In reality, I didn't need a computer, as programming was just a hobby for me Yes, I think most English profs would agree. "Computers...BAH! I just liked the idea of making a machine my slave I, of course, prefer to make a slave my machine, but hey, different strokes... Thus we found ourselves seated in front of our respective IBM clones nothing gets me going like erotica chock-full of computer references. If she later mentions IMSAI, and misspells it, I will surely die. Altair? S-100 bus? Oh the humanity! On an almost daily basis. With a little detective work I asked him. Call me Samantha Spayed! I found out that his name was Alex and he was an water polo instructor in the computer science department. Even if he had been a sexual zilch zero, I still would have probably noticed him, as we were the ONLY users of the two PCs in a faculty lab filled with Macs and the only two that wore leather bullet-bras over our halter-tops. God! How I hated those machines what's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like comp.sys.Amiga.Advocacy? My prejudice God, how I hate serendipidists! Like most of my other unattractive features was inherited, in my case of the clap from my father. He has been working with computers for the last 30 years in fact, he invented the transistor! Shocking. As a memento, he gave me his original IMSA 8080 Oh God, she did it! still in working order. I had been brought up to think that computers should not be 'cute' nor should Sally Fields, but she's a button! . Herman Goering, the director of the lab, must have picked up on my vibes because it wasn't a cordless one, but one of those big white mongo plug- in deals with the end that looks like a disc brake. And boy, was it loud. as he would barely give me the time of day does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care. Lemme see, it's six to four That is, until I hatched MY PLAN I would corner the world silver market and then found the USFL! . One day, finally overcoming my shyness is nice, but shyness can stop you from doing all the things in life that you want to , I glanced over at Alex TREBECK! Together, we would RULE THE WORLD!! Actually, I looked at his hall monitor armband, notable for the penciled-in swastika and realized that he was trying to pirate a ship! But if you're not the Dread Pirate Roberts, then who is? an application for employment at Denny's, which is silly, because if you just ask, they are required by law to give you one. . "If Herman Melville catches you, he will hang you by your barnacles and huge, gaping blowhole thumbnails and tattoo Mac icons on strange parts of your body. Honey, there ain't a part of me that's not strange. I'm from Canada. " Alex Winter laughed and said "There's madness afoot at the Circle-K this eve." "Oh, Herman and I are good buddies what is...a euphemism for 'life mates'? I teach Pascal using Chisembop and 'Hooked on Phonics' the Mac and I frequently have to ask him questions. Actually, I make up the questions so I can stay on his good side his BACK!" After the ice was broken, we began to skate talk every day. On about the third day, I found out about HIS OFFICE He was...POPE! Since he was an instructor, the university deemed I love when a word like this crops up. Remember 'adjunct'? 'Merited'?? And now this. To give him an office. It was a hasty retreat sheetrock affair of about 70 square feet and a very large Steel case desk um, excuse me. It was a "hasty" office? Well...you're the wordsmith. On the downside of five o'clock here at WOGL, and I'm gonna be sending you home with a little Bay City Rollers Action: S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y. NIGHT! It was located off the very room in which I sat the very! Despite these limitations, it had a door with a lock of angel-hair pasta Scotch-taped to it, the meaning of which eludes me even now This was not the point when I began to formulate MY 5-YEAR-PLAN, but I am sure that it was an inspiration I sniffed again. My mistake. Per... MY 5-YEAR-PLAN took its focus the day Alex and I were on the elevator together First, I would arrest all the artists and philosophers. Then I would make everyone wear gray and cut their hair like Moe Howard. Then... It was the typical cattle car scene lots of shit on the floor and a crazy cowboy or two getting their rocks off. We were jammed in like sardines and the only redeeming factor that when pressed against each other I realized that Alex was sporting a very big hard on blood log After this revelation and a few later surreptitious glances, I realized that he had a constant erection whenever we were together this could only mean one thing! He liked girls. He seemed to have the same chemical reaction to me as I did to him Yes, his vagina would moisten and his nipples would press against his bra. This discovery was the impetus keeps these words coming. You know, impetus can be cured. Roll some stamps around his penis before you go to bed, stamp AIR MAIL on his forehead and then... which led me to even think about anything as risky as THE PLAN 9 From Outer Space by Edward Woodie. A few very innocent lunches, laced with a lot of heavy saltpeter sexual DYNAMO tension, followed. As inconvenient as the location of his office WAS, it turned out that we were both married. This came as not a really big surprise, as I was fully cognizant aware, to you and me of my own marital status no fool I! Although I forget sometimes and have to look at the ring to remind me. I'm so silly. and since he was not a kidnapper. Although he does know just a few too many details about the Lindbergh baby, and whenever he talks about it, he says "we". But I'm so silly... the probabilities of drawing a seven when doubling hard fourteen against a dealer's six drop dramatically if you scream, "Hit me, Lotus-Blossom!" and pound your fist on the table were that he was married too. Although I had anticipated the fact, it presented word problems especially those annoying 'related rates" thingees. I mean, who cares how fast the pool fills?! How will this come in handy at the supermarket? I never claimed to be a romantic poet , but the idea of a Grecian Urn seedy motel room didn't much appeal to the car thief in me. His office therefore became the most likely location No doubt. As I mentioned before, its only assets were the large desk and the locked door Well, and the bondage table, the sling, the hydraulic winch, the cross... The walls were toilet paper thin. Since I generally cum loudly and frequently IN BED, after contemplation of course it helps that my mantra is "fuck me," I decided I had better begin my homework thank God all the odd answers were in the back. While Herman beamed away zip-a-dee-do-dah, zip-a-dee-ay, my oh my--, I began my research on the Mac. Discretion was the better part of valor? Keyword says the key word and you win fifty dollars. Herman was very protective of his little apples as he called his marble-sized testicles The actual de programming was done at home thanks to a Mac on loan from a friend Steve Jobs (When it comes to programming, I am very patient. Yes, I believe most programmers share this quality. In fact, I relish nothing more than the thought of compiling and linking five megs of Clipper code on an 8080 ) Finally, after weeks of debugging de-lousing, call it what you will , I was able to write and load a nifty nifty! Hee. Aren't I just...such a girl! little program that would render the Mac server useless for the hour or so I hoped I needed Fabulous idea. Your co-workers will love you for it, especially if they're in mid-compile, or haven't saved anything. After what had seemed eons thousands of years , the day of execution arrived I only regret that I have but one life to give for my country. HIS! This was not exactly the type of program you could master Beta test so I just VHS'ed it crossed my legs, snapping a co-worker's neck fingers and hoped I could prove my love to my father death be not proud. Although we were definitely running on the same track the slow one , I didn't want Alex to suffer cardiac arrest so I slipped the nitro pill under his tongue In preparation for what was to come The CULTURAL REVOLUTION! , I strolled into his office humming the tune of My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music OH THE HUMANITY! Hey, remember Julie Andrew's hooters in "S.O.B"? I do. They weren't big or pendulous but they were floppy. When I began to sing my lyrics to the song, a broad grin crossed his face and he looked like an idiot child, who loves nothing so much as wood (If this is beginning to sound like a scene from an Indian movie, you're right, but stay tuned. Oh I will, I WILL. Mississippi Masala?) * Guys in tight bike pants, their crotches a-bulgin' * Wet, hot, slick, hard skin, and secrets divulgin' * A story 'bout Suzy-Q "Queen. Of. Hearts. Come on, come ah-ahn, * oh what a scene, * These are a few of my favorite things * Guys in blue denim denim boys. yummy, their lashes a blazin' oh my! * One with his pants off, his size is amazin'! * A horse with a hard on suspended by strings * asterisk * These are a few of my favorite things * When the clap applause hits, when his pud drops, and I need it bad * I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel so sad. * This line inserted in honor of Catherine the Great, and the new Russian democracy! Nay! After my vocal recount of MY favorite things there wasn't much resistance (none, maybe? ya think? ) when I knelt down in front of him and unzipped his jeans. Having waited for what seemed centuries hundreds of years, I immediately began to savor the table of contents. As my tongue rolled around the head of his penis, in a voice tempered with both ecstasy ouch and panic, he murmured, "Jesus, Clarissa Harlowe! We can't do this here. But Lovelace..." Before the not to worry reassurance crossed my lips both of us heard a shaken not stirred Herman pounding his pud fists on a nearby keyboard. Putting two and two together Alex began laughing so uncontrollably that I found it my civic duty to silence him Yes, I shot him. Retaking appendage in mouth eek I began to suck it for all it was worth. Not being slow on the uptake, Alex slid his hands into my blouse and discovered I was not wearing a bra Hoo-er! In fact, since it was a special occasion I had dispensed with all underwear I dress like this at all joint sessions of congress, state dinners, and public executions Taking this as his cue I broke, sank the eight ball, and blew that popsicle stand , with a quick switch of positions we found ourselves facing away from each other, preparing to duel on his large Steel case desk. He began by running his tongue along the curve of my small but well mal formed breast, and down my ample belly. Bearing right at 68 degrees my navel, he shortly found his tongue wading through my short and curlies Oh how precious! I want to bite and kiss you. I sucked him deeper into my mouth as his tongue hit my clit Axl Rose He had one hand twiddling! I don't know you silly boy, I've never twiddled my clit between tongue laps, while his tongue was exploring my wet cunt, darting in and out dart-like, tracing my lips all the way back where he lightly nibbled that very sensitive area between cunt and anus I like to call it North Jersey, and then he gave my hole itself a gentle tooth brush but that is the stuff of urban legends. Ooh, it was a Reach The Big chill that shot up my spine caused me to gasp and retch, sucking his pumping cock deeper into my eager mouth. His tongue finally returned to my clit. God the walls were shaking the Earth was quaking my mind was aching, and we were making it. them mean old eyes...knocking me out with those American trout! I could have continued with this game for a long, long time, but as if out of nowhere a condom appeared oh thank you thank you my fairy condom godmother! My heart, already pounding double time, started doing little flips wreaking havoc with my artificial mistral valve My clitty, so recently being ministered to by tongue, started pounding in anticipation of what it knew was coming After three pounds she popped. I took the packet from him and ripped it open nearly destroying the condom in the process. Now, with both of us sitting on the edge of that steel case, I gently grasped his member [I just HAD to] we understand in one hand and unrolled the sheath with my other if it hurt as I unraveled the skin from his penis he never let on. And they say chivalry is dead. Piffle, I say. I realized that the wrapper was still in my hand 20 more and I could get a Bazooka Joe decoder ring As I reached across the desk to the trash, I felt a hand on my back, and then another reaching around my waist to my hot pussy at first this was disconcerting since Alex was standing right in front of me... I knew what was coming soon...we'd PADIDDLE! , and I reached back to help guide his flesh missile into my anxious (but not hardened) target! I thought you were sitting on the edge of the desk? So what target? MY SPINE! Help wasn't needed however, and before my hand found its target, his smart missile found mine, and with a grunt of satisfaction he started his long, long journey home. With a long slow push I felt myself filling up with...SEMPRINI? Then his hand came around me and started to caress my clit man in the rowboat. icky. Then finger twiddle, slow stroke out, fingers, fast push in. My clamping him tight on each outstroke was driving us both to a frenzy sub-par Hitchcock, but not without its good points, like when the camera backs away from the woman's apartment and down the stairs. With each beat of the penetration, the cycle of pleasure began all over again cool beans. As if upon mutual pre-nuptial agreement, a soft languid cry flowed from our lips and could have been heard if anyone had been listening it sounded something like, "BARANGUS!" Serendipitously luckily , a loud wail a great white one from Herman Melville was produced on the opposite side of the wall how fortuitous! I wish I could describe the sound of 12 Macs crashing simultaneously, but it really isn't very interesting I believe you. Honest. RICHH