("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Tales from the Late Night Library by Foxbat (the_foxbat@hotmail.com) *** It started quietly, but, as the volume grew, I became certain I was hearing the sounds of fucking. Wild fucking. I got up from my desk, and followed the sounds up the old rickety staircase, down the aisle, peaking through the shelves to see where it was coming from. (MF, anal, fisting, voy) *** Author Note: Please feel free to distribute this, on the condition that the disclaimer and author's name remain intact and unaltered. Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated: the_foxbat@hotmail.com *** The sounds, panting, grunting, screaming, the slap of wet flesh against wet flesh and of bodies against a surface, grew still louder. But raucous as the sounds were, I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I stepped around the last corner. From where I stood, all I could see was the back of a buck-naked guy, with a girl's legs sort of limply wrapped around his neck, him standing, and her lying down on one of the study desks. With each thrust, he grunted, lifting her ass off the desk and smacking it back down, to the accompaniment of her screams. Her legs twitched in time with their fucking. I stood mutely, watching the spectacle. I don't think I'd ever seen anything quite like this before in my time working late-nights at the library. I'd caught a few couples cuddling or making our in the study booths, but this was quite different. I was contemplating what to do, when the guy noticed me. He turned towards, me, his large dick falling out of the girl's twat and bobbing in front of him as he addressed me. "Want to finish her off?" he asked, but all I could see was how her distended hole was just contracting, her legs still in the air, as she kept on moaning. I shook my head dumbly and just stood watching as he turned back to the moaning twitching girl. Lining up his large dick, he re-entered her, to another scream, and their fucking continued for a few more strokes. Holding her legs, he pulled out of her distended cunt, and penetrated her ass, grunting loudly as he came in the process. Turning to wink at me, he pulled out his shit-stained tool and knelt down, stuffing two fingers into her pussy. He pumped them in and out, and then slowly added a third. The girl started bucking, still screaming and moaning as before. After a few more seconds, he pulled his fingers out, and began to push his whole hand into her. I watched in disbelief as her cunt expanded and his whole fist disappeared into her. Before long he was vigorously ramming his arm into her, causing her ass to lift of the study desk and then to slap back down as he punched home. Her screaming crescendo into a continuous high-pitched ear-shattering screech, as he pushed his arm in and held it around her spasming cunt. When the bucking and spasming had died down, he withdrew his hand, wiping it off on her thighs. Her legs remained in the air, and her cunt remained stretched open wide enough for a tennis ball to fit in it. The guy looked on the floor for his pants, and quickly buckled them over his down dwindling erection. He pulled on a tight T-shirt as he turned to me, "when she comes around, tell her she wasn't half bad." Standing next to the study desk, he gave the girl's ass a good smack, causing her to roll onto her side and fall off the desk onto the floor. With another wink, he walked passed me, and down the stairs towards the exit of the library. I turned back to the unconscious girl, her gaping pussy only now starting to contract back to a normal size, as she whimpered quietly on the floor. "Damn!" I thought. * * * Most of the time, it's the most boring job in the world. Sitting at the desk in the library from the hours of midnight until 6am meant that only the most nerdy or desperate of kids would come by, and most of them weren't in the mood to chit-chat. The library was an ancient building, close to ten stories high but also going another 3 underground. The elevators were small and old-fashion, going slowly and stopping at every other floor. The ceilings were low - maybe 5 foot 5, so that walking down the aisles required stooping under pipes and conduits. The whole place smelled of dank oldness - old books, old times, and centuries of dust. Around the perimeter of each floor, were little enclosed study desks for research. It was lit by the occasional fluorescent light and in some places by bare bulbs. Of course, the college had a nice small library with computers and neat shelves and respectable desks in the neighboring building, but if you needed to do serious research, sooner or later you would wind up at this ancient temple to knowledge. Somewhere in the process, the place gained the reputation of being a hookup spot for horny undergrads, although usually nothing serious ever happened. There were rumors, though, and as I walked slowly back to my desk, images of the rutting couple still burning on my retinas, I re-examined my disbelief of such rumors. I had been back at my desk for maybe 15 minutes when I spotted a girl in a white summer dress coming down the stairs very slowly, one stair at a time, maintaining a white-knuckle grip on the railing. From her mussed hair, and a walk that made it look like she'd just had some guy's fist stuffed up her twat (which she had), I could tell she must have been the girl I'd seen upstairs. My first thought was relief that I'd not been hallucinating, but I was immediately curious what sort of girl would behave like a world- class bang in Memorial Library at 3:32 on a Tuesday night. She was perhaps a bit on the petit side, but well proportioned, with light-brown hair and, from what I could tell, a fairly nice rack. As she walked past the desk, I smiled and bade her goodnight. Still with a dreamy look in her eyes, she wanly returned my smile, and continued hobbling towards the exit, out into the night. * * * Months later, I'd almost forgotten about the incident. I mean, I had a life and other things were happening, and that night had had sort of a dreamy quality to it anyway. In fact, when a well-proportioned petit brunette walked in, and, in a soft voice, asked where she could find the original editions of the works of several authors, I thought nothing of it, and directed her to the proper floor. Twenty minutes later, she was back, with a scrap of paper. "Oedipus Rex?" I typed it into my terminal, and read back "1231.342 on Floor 6, aisle 10." "A Midsummer Night's Dream, first folio?" I typed it in, and read back "342.22, floor 3, aisle 13." "Strangers Fucking in the Library?" I was half way through typing it before I looked up with a jerk, and realized why this girl had seemed familiar to me. There was a glint in her eye, which confirmed it. "I'll have to show you where that's located..." I said as I smiled, and took her hand, leading her to the elevator. When the elevator reached the top floor, I lead her down the aisles to the far side of the building, and then down a random side aisle. Pointing to a section of shelf at about waist height next to an empty part of shelf, I announced, "Its right there." Looking confused, she bent over to examine where I had pointed. As soon as she had bent over, I gave her ass a good shove into the shelves, and, losing her balance and grip on the shelf, she fell forward and her upper body went through the open empty shelf to come out in the aisle next to us. I dropped to me knees, and, lifting her skirt and yanking her plain white panties to the ground, I grabbed her ass-cheeks, holding them apart. I could see her shaved cunt and ass, as she let out a little yell of surprise at having been so manipulated. I buried my tongue into her pussy, still holding her ass open, and ignoring her weak attempts to pull herself back through the shelf. After a few long strokes up her slit with my tongue, I felt her legs part slightly to allow me better access, as I removed one hand from her ass to fondle her, using the other to knead her butt-cheeks. With one hand holding her open, I snaked the other around her thigh to gently pinch her clit, as I tongue-fucked her hole. I could hear her starting to moan, and I released her clit so that I could shove a finger into her cunt, as my tongue moved towards probing her asshole. I quickly added a second finger to her cunt, and, pumping in and out, I could feel that she was ready. Using one hand under her to part her now swollen cunt lips, I freed my dick with my other hand, and entered her slowly. She groaned as my hardness slowly sank into her luscious garden of eden. Still using one hand to stimulate her, I pumped slowly into and out of her, letting her feel each inch of my dick as I in turn examined every inch of the inside of her cunt. Gently withdrawing, I slammed into her without warning, knocking her back against the shelf. I could hear books falling off the other side from the impact, as my hips slapped into hers. I began a rapid rhythm of thrusting, each time, smacking her against the shelf. At the bottom of each thrust, I would give her a little lift, since the shelf which she was bent over was perhaps a little high, and by raising my pelvis, I could literally lift her off her feet with my cock. Each time her feet left the ground, her cunt sank down on my cock and I could feel her panic as she squirmed to get down. I pounded her against the shelf over and over again, loving the tight feel of her twat on my tool, until I thought I was going to come. Not able to take it any more, I pulled out, to an unsatisfied groan from her, and reached my arm though the shelf. Grabbing her hair, I hauled her out from between the shelves and dropped her onto the ground. Reaching down between her legs, I gave her clit a swift pinch, which caused her to scramble to her feet, as I shucked the last remnants of her clothes off her. Turning her, I put my hand against her ass, letting my thumb work its way inside her tight anus. Using this hand to guide her, I steered the naked girl towards the corner of the building, up to a large old wooden conference-type table. Withdrawing my thumb from her anal passage, I turned my hand so it was palm-up between her legs, and inserted my middle two fingers into her cunt. I then used this hand to propel her ass up and onto the table, so she was on all fours on the table, ass to me. Shedding my shirt, I joined her on the huge oak table, pushing her head down, and lifting her ass up. Once again working my thumb into her ass, I pushed my turgid dick back into her pussy, as I began to fuck her like a cowboy riding a bronco. My thumb sank past the knuckle, as my rock-hard pole sawed in and out of her. I had to use one hand to hold her head and chest against the table, as each thrust of mine was sliding us a little bit across the glossy finish. Before long, I could feel my cock swelling with pre- orgasmic fervor, so I withdrew. Looking down, I withdrew my thumb from her tight brown anus and spat. A large dribble of spit dripped down her ass crack, pooling up on her asshole. I lined the tip of my cock up against it, smearing the spit against my dick and her ass. As I pushed I could feel her leaning away from it. I reached down, and grabbing a handful of light-brown hair, I hauled her back towards me and I shoved my weight forward against her resisting asshole. She screamed loudly and hoarsely as inch by inch my cock sank into her posterior. I could feel her neck straining as I maintained my grip on her hair, using it to guide her onto and off of my cock, as I rammed her up the poop-chute. Someone walking in like I had before, would have been greeted by the sight of a girl on top of a conference table, legs spread wide, holding herself up on her elbows and knees, a look of sexual rapture scribbled across her face, as the man hunched above her slowly and repeatedly buried his tool in her ass to the hilt, above her still distended pink slit. With each stroke, the air escaping her ass made little squirt noises. Releasing her hair, and dropping my hands to her tits, I grabbed her breasts like they were handles and started banging her in earnest, using my grip to force her back against the dick I was shoving up her bum. She screamed with each in-stroke, and sighed and gasped for breath with each out-stroke, as I crammed my meat into her, over and over and over again. I could feel my dick expand, as I shot my load of hot cum into her bowels still clutching me tightly. She was still caught up in the sexual rapture of it, and, as my dick shrunk, I didn't want to disappoint her. I flashed back the other guy pushing his fist into her cunt over and over again to her screams. Not wanting to be outdone, I pushed three of my own fingers into her cunt, clamping them against the front of her vaginal wall, stimulating her G spot, as I could tell from the pitch of her screaming and gasping. I took my other hand, and began to slowly force it into her already distended ass. First two fingers, then three, then four, I worked my hand against the pressure of her sphincter, taking advantage of the spasming which my other hand was causing, forcing my hand in her ass deeper with each spasms. Finally, with one last huge spasm, my hand sank in all the way, and the girl screamed a high pitched elongated scream, as she collapsed, impaled on my arm, my finger still buried in her cunt. Her entire body shook violently as she came hard, and I felt like my arm was going to get cut off as I fought the losing battle to keep it inside of her, as wave after wave of muscular spasms forced me out. Looking down at the twitching girl lying in our combined juices on the table, on what had earlier been the shiny surface of the table, I looked around me. We were absolutely alone in the quiet of the night. I trotted back to the shelf where we'd been earlier, and tidied it up, and gather my clothes. I walked back past her, stopping to look again. I reached over to the closet shelf, and, removing a volume, tore a page from it. I scribbled down my hours, and that if she ever wanted me to find another book for her, I would be more than happy to perform another thorough search. Using the dollop of sperm still on the end of my dick, I stuck the note to her heaving breasts, and headed back to my desk. The End * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 45