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By Anonymous (hotdog1099@paraquy.com) (c) 1999

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 shoved 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 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 fiery 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 herself. 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 ground 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 this guy's 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 and she started to come. She had closed her eyes and imagined that it was her swollen nub 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 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 said enthusiastically revealing a little more interest than she intended.
"We're meeting tomorrow. You're welcome to come."
She didn't get much work done the rest of the day. Even after sating her desire in the bathroom at lunch, she couldn't stop thinking about what she'd seen or the visions 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 boyfriend 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 the 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."