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Library Liberties       by Ray 1031  (MF, Cons?, Rom?)

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Library Liberties       (MF, Cons?, Rom?)
by: Ray1031



I had not been the best student in High School, barely maintaining a passing
grade as I spent all my time on parties and making the football team. I had
some major disadvantages though. I was shorter than everyone else on the
team, yet still, I did make it.

When I graduated, I stood only five foot five, five to six inches shorter
than most of my class, but I weighed a very solid, very respectable hundred
and seventy pounds. The following fall I began school at the local community
college, four hours every morning. I was determined to improve my chances
for getting into one of the better universities. Afternoons and evenings I
spent working in the city library, a huge old four story stone monolith that
covered an entire city block.

Mostly, I was a gopher, janitor, organizer as each day I was expected to
fetch and carry, when asked, to keep the second floor lobby and reading
areas clean, and to scan *one* book section daily seeking any books or
volumes that were out of place. Then moving them to where they belonged.
What this normally meant for me was spending most of my days in and out of
the microfilm and old magazine issue stacks on the third floor, filling
customer requests and delivering them to the desk on the second floor.

Occasionally I would have to search through the non-display books on the
third floor for a title that was still in inventory, but no longer
maintained on the public racks below. In between, I dusted tables and
chairs, swept floors and scanned the day's chosen section for mis-filed
titles. I also tried to put in an hour or two on the third floor each day
dusting and cleaning. The other part-timers seldom went there, except to the
microfilm and 'rag' rooms (as we called the room containing old magazines
and newspapers waiting for microfilming). When I first began working I found
over half an inch of dust covering most everything on the third floor.

The first two floors were public access and we all worked very hard keeping
things in order and presentable there. The first floor was mostly staff
offices, children's books, video and audio storage and booths. There were
two *mass* reading rooms as well for local volunteers to use in reading
books to groups of small children and those with handicaps who found reading
for themselves difficult. Once a week I found myself reading to either a
group of pre-schoolers or to the small group of blind people who gathered on
Wednesday afternoons - I was pretty good with the children, but not very
good with the older blind people. I simply couldn't build any enthusiasm for
their normally high brow selections. The third floor was staff only access
and storage, as I've already said. The fourth floor was private and I've
only been up there once, during my initial orientation.

Though seldom used by anyone, it was the only floor with its own private
cleaning crew and requiring a key for access. It contained only thirty or so
volumes, really old and fragile things that took special storage and
handling to preserve them. All access was by appointment only and then, only
in the company of the head librarian.



It had been very slow for the previous couple of weeks and really dead that
day, but that was understandable. It was a Friday and only two days until
the new year began. There were four of us working and I was really supposed
to have left a couple of hours before. I could use the extra money in my pay
check though and had volunteered to stay over for a bit. Get more cleaning
done on the third floor. It had taken almost three months, working in what
small snatches of time I could, but everything was almost entirely cleaned.
I had been keeping it that way by revisiting a previously cleaned section
often for vacuuming and dusting. There was only one small section still
needing cleaning so I thought I might quit for the day. I would finally
finish it all next week and could hardly wait to show the head librarian
when it was all done.

I decided to make one more dusting visit to the second floor reading area
and put away any volumes not yet returned to the racks before calling it a
night. That's when I saw her.

I glanced around the room as I stepped from the third floor stairway and saw
her sitting at one of the corner reading tables. She was out of sight from
most of the room, hidden from the librarian at her desk near the front
stairs. I watched her for a moment as she continued her _reading_. What had
attracted my attention was her flushed face and movement under the tight
sweater she wore. Looking closer I saw that one arm was mostly hidden by the
desk and book she was reading, deciding that the movement I saw was her own
hand beneath her sweater. She was playing with her own breast. Her eyes were
glued to a book before her, studying it through partly lidded eyes. I stood
and watched as her other hand came in view and turned a page . . . a much
smaller and glossier page than that which belonged to the volume before her.
She had a magazine of some kind secreted in the open book before her. I
wanted to see more.

The stair to the third floor was blocked by a velvet rope barricade and I
was still holding one end in my hand as I stood there. Quickly hooking it in
place I stepped behind a shelf of books, the shelf blocking any chance of
being seen by the girl. Working my way towards the front of the section I
paused just before I would be in view of the floor librarian at her desk,
but I needn't have worried. She was turned away and talking on the phone - a
graduate student, she spent a lot of time talking to her boyfriend on the
phone while she worked.

I crossed the reading room floor and stepped into the shelves on the far
side of the room. By working down the back wall I could come up behind the
girl in her little nook. But first I wanted a better view of what she was
doing and reading. I turned back up an aisle two shelves from where she was
sitting and stopped when I judged I was even with her. Bending down I found
that I had stepped a little past her and I backed up slowly until I could
see better.

I thought she looked about sixteen or seventeen, from one of the local high
schools according to the letter on and the colors of her sweater. She had
long rich brown hair that fell across her shoulders, the ends on the front
of her sweater lay across the slope of her breast and ended with a soft curl
towards her neck and chin. She had once had bangs, but they were growing out
and now the tips of the nearer hairs lay gently against her cheek bones as
she looked into the book before her. The book itself, the large hardbound
volume, was propped against a few others on the table, holding it at an
angle.  I still couldn't see what she was reading, though I could easily see
the movement of her hand beneath her sweater as she kneaded her breast. The
back of her hand would occasionally come into view at the deep V of her
Letter sweater as she moved it.

Bending further, I looked through the next shelves to get a lower view,
beneath the table. Her skirt was a loose, mid-thigh gray affair that was
mostly bunched up into her lap. The back of the skirt hung over the back of
the padded vinyl seat and her panties were lowered to her knees, stretched
taut as she spread her legs to allow access for her other hand. As I
watched, she removed this hand and raised it above the table, the two middle
fingers slick and glossy looking to the second knuckle. I quickly moved to
follow her actions as she reached into he book before her and turned the
magazine page. I caught a quick look at pictures of two people fucking when
she did so, and her hand quickly dropped below table level again.

Moving once more to the back wall I came out of the shelves behind her and
moved silently to the back of her chair. Reaching around her I covered her
mouth quickly with one hand, to prevent her crying out, and slid my other
hand inside of her sweater and onto the breast she wasn't currently paying
attention to.

She froze for a moment in surprise, then there was a small tussle as she
tried to struggle against me. She didn't have the strength and realizing
this she subsided as I fondled and squeezed, using my fingernails to nip at
her tit. When she'd quit struggling I relaxed bit and leaned down to kiss at
her neck and earlobe finally taking it in my mouth and sucking on it. I took
a chance then, releasing her mouth and sliding that hand too inside her
sweater, pushing her frozen hand away from the other breast as I began
manipulating it too. I caught her distended nipple between thumb and
forefinger as I gently pinched and pulled on it feeling it seem to pulse
gently as I did so. When I had stepped up behind her, her breathing was
rapid, coming in short puffs and pants as she tended to her needs. It was
quickly returning to that state once more. She didn't try to turn or look at
me, but kept her attention focused on the magazine page before her as I
worked on her.

She pulled her hand from under her sweater and reached forward to turn the
page, the current page showed a man and woman in a kitchen - she was trying
to prepare a meal while he loosened her clothing and fondled her body. Each
of the four pictures on the pages showed a little more of her body and of
his hands at play. The new pages showed four pictures of the same woman bent
over the kitchen table, her blouse was open and her skirt was hiked up over
her back as the man entered her from behind, then reached around to fondle
her hanging breasts as he fucked her.

The girl under my hands reached back with her hand, pressing through her
sweater against mine, stopping them. Her other hand rose up from beneath the
table and she used it to indicate the pictures before her - was she asking
what I thought she was?

Stepping back and away I grasped the back of her chair and slid it to one
side as she rose to her feet. Keeping her knees rigidly apart she pigeon
stepped backwards. She kept one elbow on the table and her eyes on the book
even as she sucked her own juices from the fingers of her other hand. Once
in the position she wanted she took the hem of her sweater and pulled it
above her breasts before placing her elbows once more on the table top
before her. Not once did her eyes leave the pages of the magazine before
her.

As things had been progressing I had gotten harder and harder. I had been
partially hard when I'd stepped up behind her and I'd continued growing
harder as my cock slowly wriggled its way straight and rigid in my pants -
thankfully I'd worn loose trousers today and not my normal jeans.

I loosened my belt and pushed my pants lower down my hips before lowering my
zipper - it would not do to be cutting myself on my own zipper as I fucked
her.

Reaching forward with my right foot I lightly tapped the outside of her
sneaker covered foot and she slid her right foot to the left. As she did so,
I watched her panties slide down to about mid calf as their tension relaxed.
Repeating the exercise with her left foot, her panties fell around her
ankles as her feet slid slowly together. Reaching forward and pressing
lightly on her back she slid her elbows sideways until her upper chest was
flat against the tabletop. Her breasts now hung over the table's near edge,
swinging freely.

Watching her buttocks as she leaned down, I saw them tighten over her hip
bones and spread open until her small petalled anus came into view. At the
same time, her swollen labia, tightly compressed by her upper thighs, came
into view. They glistened slickly with juices from her masturbation session.

Stepping forward I wondered what her reaction would be when she received
what I was holding in my hand. Previous girlfriends had told me that my cock
was both long and thick, but that could have been a heat of passion
statement . . . like when I told Sheila Daniels she was hot and tight. When
I'd fucked her the only way I felt anything other than a gentle ring of
wetness was when I'd squeezed her legs tightly together. In the shower after
gym class I'd seen little difference between me and the other boys, but I
never tried to make 'stiffie' comparisons either. It was a little over twice
the length of my palm and whenever I compared its thickness to a girls pussy
I was always surprised it would fit. I pressed the tip against her labia
rubbing up and down until they spread and the tip was well coated and slick.
Then lining up with her hole I pushed forward and watched as the long thick
head began sliding in.

A soft 'ah' tried to escape her throat at the initial contact, but her
breath quickly caught as she was being spread wider and wider by my invading
cock head. She tried to shift her feet, part them, and I used my hand to
push against her leg until she brought them together again - just as the
head finished entering. I stopped, holding us there as she adjusted to the
sensation and thickness. When her breath had softly hissed through her teeth
and she began breathing again I pressed forward swiftly until a hand's
breadth was sheathed within her. I stopped once more when she made a kind of
gulping sound.

She was hot, she was tight and she was full of her own juices when I
started. My entry caused seepage and a sort of squishing sound as some of
her juices were forced out around the edges of my invading cock.
Pre-moistened and ready though she was, there was some real resistance in
this girl's pussy as the previous four inches' gain had bent my cock
painfully. The pressures her pussy exerted on me was amazing in the strength
of its grip. I began to pump then, pulling back a bit before sliding forward
once more, trying for a little more depth with each forward push and with
each she seemed to whimper ever so softly deep in her throat. Yet she made
no move to stop me or what I was doing. Her eyes remained implacably glued
to the pictures in the magazine before her face. Her only other movement was
to put the knuckles of her right hand into her mouth as I continued. From
the bunching of her jaw muscles I felt she was biting down hard as I went
deeper and deeper with each forward stroke.

There were still two inches of cock remaining when I hit bottom and stopped
there. As I held that position and simply breathed for a minute she reached
forward with her left hand and turned the page.

This new set of pages showed the woman laying on her back atop the table her
hips held elevated slightly and her knees near to her ears as the man
continued fucking her. My companion merely looked at the pages and shook her
head as she began pushing her hips backwards against my cock, trying to
force more of me into her, to stimulate motion, but her cunt was having none
of it yet.

I withdrew once more and pushed forward, holding onto her hips and pushing
steadily against the bottom of her well as I pulled backwards on her hips.
Slowly, ever so slowly I gained more ground as her inner dimensions
stretched to accommodate more of me. A solid dozen slow firm strokes and
another inch had gone, the flaps of my open zipper began tickling her
buttocks gently with each new thrust. Another dozen and her buttocks pressed
my trousers flat between us. The sigh she breathed seemed as much of relief
as of satisfaction when it sounded. I leaned forward then and reached around
her, filling my hands with her dangling tits as I began fucking her in
earnest, increasing the speed and power of my thrusts as time passed. There
was a wet squishing sound every few strokes as her stretched labia pressed
back against my hips. Fearing the attention the sounds might attract I
adjusted the depth and power of my thrusts slightly for a more silent
stroking.

For her part the muscles of her jaw were working continuously now as she
gnawed and worried at her knuckles. A soft mewling sound came from high in
her throat, so soft I could only just hear it myself over the sound of her
breath huffing from her nostrils each time I bottomed out within her. My joy
at the sensations I was feeling was demanding expression though and I found
myself wanting to growl or moan as we continued. To distract myself I arched
my back and leaned down over her where I began gnawing at her prominent
shoulder blades.

Long minutes passed that way as I fucked her, withdrawing most of my length
before sliding once more into the depths of her tight grasping twat and my
scrotum had worked its way out through the zipper of my pants as we
continued. Gnawing at first one shoulder blade and then the other as I
gripped her tits tightly and pulled against them with each thrust. She was
worrying her own knuckles and mewling in her throat with our movements as
she stared at the magazine before her face, rocking forwards and backwards
slightly with the motion of our combined passions.

A quiver was setting into her legs as we continued and I could feel the
walls of her pussy beginning to flutter around my cock as I slid in and out
of her. Her buttocks shook noticeably for a few moments, then were still as
I continued my strokes. Very quickly she was moving again though, more
quickly, more demandingly as she seemed to recover herself. Her left hand
disappeared from the table top then and I suddenly felt it against my cock
as I fucked her, she seemed to be stroking it, petting it as I entered her
with each stroke, brushing my scrotum as it slapped against her labia and
thighs. Then she did the unthinkable, something I thought there would be no
room for . . . she placed the backs of her two middle fingers against my
cock as it withdrew and rode it into herself as I plunged forward. She had
actually squeezed two fingers into her stretched pussy with my cock and
began fucking herself furiously with them as I continued my measured pace.

I was nearing my end though and the added sensation of her fingers moving
rapidly against the underside of my cock within her was bringing it on
faster still. A much more intense quivering was beginning in her buttocks
and thighs. I began pulling more savagely at her breasts as I began pumping
more quickly and more strongly again. I was slamming myself forward against
her hand and fingers as she furiously frigged herself. I captured a nipple
between a thumb and finger and began rolling them back and forth, twisting
it in place as my orgasm began boiling up in my balls. I tried to restrain
it for a few more strokes but it was no use. Once begun it demanded release
and I found myself emptying within the tight confines of her now blazing hot
cunt. She too seemed to find her release as I ejaculated and I felt some of
my own semen and her fluids squeezed out of her gripping twat, coating my
cock and balls, the front of my trousers during those final thrusts forward.
We both quivered and shook, vibrating against one another and trying not to
cry out in our joyous release.

I collapsed on top of her then, my legs giving way. Her hands came back to
hold my hips as her chest and locked legs supported us both while I
struggled to regain my strength, my breath. My cock was still rigid and
remained firmly bedded within her as we lay like that and simply breathed
for what seemed the longest time.

There was a continuous quivering sensation where we were joined and I have
no idea whether it was her cunt or my cock or both that were vibrating, but
the sensation felt marvelous as my strength returned and I was finally able
to rise from her back. Her hair had fallen to either side of her head,
concealing her face and expression, baring a portion of her neck at the
back. I kissed this patch of bare skin gently as I rose and finally pulled
myself from her, stepping back and away even as I rose. As the head left her
there was a sudden draining of fluids from within her and I watched as they
slowly seeped down her right leg and her pussy slowly closed from its
stretched condition. Her clitoris was visible and looked like a small spear
grown between her spread labia. Her urethra, above it, seemed to be a small
mouth gulping air as she began raising herself onto her elbows once more.

When she finally stood she did not turn immediately but reached to retrieve
a large bag from beside the table's leg. Closing the magazine she had been
reading she slid it into the bag and removed a packet of tissues. She used
these to dry her thighs and labia before turning to face me, giving me my
first full-on look at her face and her breasts before she lowered her
sweater covering herself. I thought she was lovely and her breasts were
perfect handfuls of firm flesh with rigid slender candle wicks protruding
from each. Her eyes beneath her thick brows seemed to glow with a satiation
and satisfaction as she studied my face before finally looking down at my
still rigid cock, dripping yet with the combined juices from both of us. Her
eyes widened as if in disbelief that she had taken it all as she reached out
to hold my shaft, cleaning it with more of the tissues from her bag.

Finally, cleaning finished, she released me once more and my slowing heart
rate was finally allowing it to relax as the eight forty-five bell sounded.
The public address system clicked on and the announcement was made that the
library would be closing in fifteen minutes. She kissed me then, softly,
gently, laying her full lips against mine as if in thanks for what had
passed. Turning away she began to pack things away within her large shoulder
bag . . . the soiled tissues, her panties which she had stepped out of, a
small vibrator I'd not noticed before.

Softened sufficiently I worked myself back within my pants and zipped them.
They were wet and somewhat slimy with our combined sweat and juices, and
there was nothing I could do about that. I pulled out my shirt tails and
allowed them to hang, hoping they would conceal the worst when I gathered my
coat and punched out. My companion seemed to have lost interest in my
presence so I simply turned and walked away across the reading room floor,
still deserted, past the second floor librarian, still talking on the phone
and not noticing anything around her. In the employees' closet I clocked out
and donned my coat, a thigh length sheepskin which completely covered the
condition of my trousers. I headed for the front door, my shift was done.



She was in the lobby when I arrived, talking to the front desk librarian as
I approached to say goodnight. She turned at my approach and said her first
words to me in a voice that seemed honey-like to my ears. "Thank you for
your help tonight. I am writing a report for a class at school and I have
more work to do on it yet. I will be back again tomorrow and I hope you will
be here to help me again."

"Tomorrow is supposed to be my day off, but I think I can arrange to be here
for part of the day. When were you planning to arrive?"

"The library closes at six tomorrow, I'm planning to be here about three
o'clock. I think three hours should be enough time if you'll give me the
same kind of help you have given me tonight."

"I'll be here."

"Until tomorrow then," and she turned, walking out the door. I watched her
leave before facing the librarian's desk and saying my good nights.

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