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Subject: The Thing in The Bookshelf (3/3, silly )
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This is the final part in a silly story that pokes a little fun at
HP Lovecraft and oh yeah, it has sex in it. This story is mine but
feel free to archive, save, share with loved ones etc, just don't
make any money from it. Comments are welcome through either e-mail or
visit my website at http://members.aol.com/LordShon/index.html and let
my counter record yet another person who likes my idea of humor. If
you do write, please let me know your opinion on whether another
Lovecraft parody should feature Abigail or maybe someone new.
Bookshelf 3
Robert Armitage was looking around at the empty library when
he saw the new girl Abigail walk in from the basement. Briefly he
wondered what her blond hair would look like if it was ever released
from it's bun. His attention was immediately snagged by the wet spot
on the back of her skirt as she rushed into the bathroom. He stood
there speechless as the bathroom door closed on his view.
His heart began pounding harder. Yesterday he found her
masturbating in the Women's Studies' section, and he had caught a
sight of her beautiful breasts. He explained to her about all the
secret masturbation places around the library that he used. To his
disappointment, she seemed more embarrassed than grateful. But from
the looks of things, she had taken him up on his suggestion.
Robert walked over to the entrance door and locked it quietly.
After years of working Molloky Library in the hopes of meeting an
erotic librarian type, it looked like his fantasy might come true. He
had watched helplessly as woman after woman had been hired by the
library only to have them quit soon after they had begun working. He
had no idea why they all quit, he just knew they always left without
notice. He always ended up having to finish replacing the books in
Women's Studies.
While Robert was preparing for his own version of an erotic
story, Abigail was preparing to do sexual combat with a being from
beyond the stars. Her attempts at cleaning her wet spot were failing
which strengthened her resolve. She believed there was no way she was
going to keep her job unless she defeated this demon. Obviously no
library was going keep such a lewd woman as herself on the payroll.
She exited the bathroom, relieved there was no one around.
She quickly rushed to the copier with her book and xeroxed the page of
the mystic symbol designed to destroy the strange creature's potency.
Abigail was horrified to find herself becoming aroused again simply
watching the scanner's light moving back and forth. Quickly she
grabbed the page containing the symbol. Making sure no one was
looking, she lifted her skirt and pinned the symbol to her panties.
The she rushed off to Women's Studies where the evil book shelf
waited.
Approaching the black bookshelf, she noted the obscene runes
writh at her approach. The black wood pulsed and seemed to breathe.
Before her eyes the shelf released a mist that coalesced to form her
tormenter from the day before. Abigail felt her hormones race as
smells of cologne, a masculine fictional kind of alluring sweat and
strangely the smell of biscuits filled her nose.
He was taller this time. He had the same bronze skin and the
muscles. He also was still wearing the same loincloth but the bulge
underneath was definately larger. Suprisingly she found herself
hoping the bulge would get even a bit bigger. His eyes flashed
emerald green, wamr brown and then a brillant shade of blue. His hair
was a tousled curly brown. You could say he had a boyish charm if the
boy in question had a childhood involving tying skulls to little Hell
Hounds. She noticed that the small wings on his shoulders were
flexing in tune with her breathing.
"Finally you have returned to me my love," the creature said.
Abigail could only step forward in response. She was finding
it hard to speak while he was touching her. His hand on her face
brought to mind images of being covered in satin sheets and having a
feather touching her cheek. She gazed into his eyes and found herself
wishing decadent things.
He on the other hand simply smiled and with a force that
brooked no arguement he pushed her down to her knees. Abigail kneeled
without a struggle, watching his cock pulse under his loincloth. She
paused to wonder if this meant the end of her soul, but his magic
washed over her and her senses changed. Underneath his loincloth was
something more delicious than white chocolate. It smelled like baking
cookies under his loincloth and she quickly reached under for a bite.
She pulled out his cock and was taken back by how much larger
it was this time. It took both her hands just to lift it and the
width of it made her jaw hurt just to look at it. Despite the smell
of savory sweets wafting from his crotch, she hesitated to try to put
something so huge in her mouth.
Unfortunately, Cockullu was not taking excuses. His hands
enlarged to encompass the back of her head and with a casual pull, he
drove his cock into her suprised mouth. Abigail's scream was cut off
by the impossible cock that seemed to fit inside her mouth. He moved
her head back and forth, letting his total twenty-six inches slide
between her lips. Her glasses fogged from the heat of his cock
passing her lips.
Abigail tasted chocolate, strawberries and for some odd reason
pepperoni on his cock. Despite her terror, she found herself
wondering where the rest of his cock went when it was in her mouth.
And despite the mind controlling power of the Elder One, she was still
annoyed at his balls slapping her chin. Especially the pubic hairs
tickling her nose. Her desire to please him slipped a bit and her
teeth grazed his cock.
A primal scream, that roared as if from some distant clifftop,
was followed quickly by a pushing away of his love slave. Abigail
moved her jaw in releif and stood up to face her tormenter. Now that
she had stood up for herself she was ready to reveal her secret weapon
and get back to being a respectable girl who didn't do oral sex in
libraries.
She approached him with steel behind her cats-eye glasses.
She pulled her skirt up to reveal her symbol adorned panties and with
her legs apart, she waited for his cock to wilt. She was a bit
depressed to see it throb and point toward her.
"Why isn't this thing working?" wondered Abigail.
"My poor deluded love, didn't you know that this rune had to
be dipped into the blood of seven impotent goats on a night of a full
moon to work?", asked Cockullu with a wicked smile that grew more
teeth as she watched.
Abigail cursed herself for staking her life on a book
published by Harlequin. He stepped towards her and placed his hands
on her hips. As she looked up at him, he smiled and lean down to her
shirt. She felt his teeth tear into her sweater and rip to shreds her
bra. She struggled briefly but his hands were too strong and when his
tongue touched her nipple, her resistance ended.
Round and round his tongue twirled and Abigail felt her knees
collapse. He held her up as his mouth suckled her nipples into his
mouth. Abigail's mind felt on fire as his tongue created electric
waves that washed through her body. His mouth destroyed more of her
sweater as he kissed her chest. Abigail writhed under his mouth as
only this infernal creature had the power to touch so much of her
enourmous breasts at one time.
When he was done teasing her, Cockullu raised himself up and
his cock placed it's engorged head at her sex. He spoke gently into
her ear, and it made her moan with desire.
"Tonight you shall be my thousandth thousandth female
sacrifice. When I spill my seed into you, your offspring shall be
willing sluts to infest the world and I shall be there to rule them."
spoke the triumphant and very horny Cockullu.
Abigail knew that she had caused the end of the civilized
world and normally that would of made her feel guilty. But right now
she just wanted to get laid. She was just glad her mother wasn't hear
to scold her for being so loose.
Cockullu distracted her pity party by ramming his cock into
her. Peircing her panties with ease, his demon member sank inch
after inch into her. She squirmed in his hands as his cock changed
textures within her. >From hard and coarse to soft and velvet, she
threw her head back in pleasure as her sex became hopelessly confused.
He pounded into her, her body shaking with joy. Her breasts
flopped around like a burst ballon and Abigail didn't care. She
reached with her hands to grab the runic bookshelf for better
postioning. Once her hands were secure, she placed her feet on
another shelf so she could lower and raise herself further onto his
cock. The blonde prude turned bimbo laughed as he filled her aching
deposit slot. Cockullu looked at her with something akin to confusion
as the busty librarian twisted herself deeper onto his cock. Normally
he liked his victims terrified, not finding new ways to take him in.
His tail snaked around under her legs. It reached between her
buttocks and had a hard time finding her ass. She was moving so fast,
his tail missed a few times. Cockullu growled at her fun and changed
his cock to an iron phallus with studs. He was dismayed to hear her
coo at the change but was gladdened to see her slow down. Once she
was slow enough, his tail excreted a slippery sweat and slided right
into her virgin ass. Her buttocks clenched down on his tail and she
screamed as he penetrated her with his tail. He began to chuckle
evilly when he stopped and frowned. Once Abigail had a moment to
enjoy the double-penetration, she began rocking her ass and sex
equally so she could enjoy it both.
Cockullu grimaced and muttered "Damn, it's hard to be evil and
molest the willing. "
Abigail knew her doom was coming. Well, to be more precise,
the demon cock inside her was coming and her soul was going with it.
She heard Cockullu grunt beneath her and she turned to see what he was
growling at. To her suprise it was Robert, all 6'2 of him and with
the largest bulge ever hidden by slacks.
She was trying to figure out how to explain the demon when she
saw that he had vanished. But then, if he had vanished, what the hell
was twisting and thrusting in her ass and sex? Abigail had watched
enough Star Trek to realize he must be invisible, which meant Robert
was watching her hanging off the bookshelf humping the air. Abigail
should of been concerned for her job, but instead she found a way to
save her soul.
"Mr Armitage! Please come screw me right now!" she asked as
urgently as she could.
It was good enough for Robert. Seeing the generously endowed
library assistant with her clothes ripped off humping away at empty
air while holding on to the Women's Studies bookshelf was like an
internet amateur fiction story come true. He unzipped his pants and
complimented himself on not wearing underwear today, it would make
things much quicker. He shambled over to Abagaial and tripped on his
pants which were held up by his shoes.
Abigail looked down on her savior as Cockullu was quickening
his pace. His tail implanted deep in her tail, he was shifting her
into faster gear. His cock grew larger inside of her and she was no
longer suprised that she could hold it all. His invisible mouth was
panting right in her face and it smelled of Calgon. She could feel
his displeasure at Mr Armitage's prescence but she knew he would not
let her go again. Today he was to be free. Not to mention getting
laid.
Meanwhile, Robert had kicked off his shoes and ran to Abigail
who appeared to be fucking the empty air even faster. He stepped
behind her and hand fed his cock into her warm deposit slot. The
feeling of extreme warmth would of told him something was wrong, but
it had been so long since he last had sex, he didn't think anything of
it. His cock poked around looking for friction, but Cockullu's
supernaturual member was expanding her too much. Desperate for a
tighter feel, he contented himself with reaching around and copping a
feel.
Abigail was distracted by her impending orgasm by Mr.
Armitage's inept attempts at stimulation. He was tweaking her nipples
like he was operating one of the library film slides. She looked down
to make sure her nipples wouldn't fall off. Cockullu roared a noise
only she heard and she felt his time was near.
RObert was pounding away at inside the same space as
Cockullu's member and Abigail was reeling from the assualt. The
ancient cock was shrinking inside her to a more human size as Cockullu
became less aroused at the thought of thrusting into Robert's
direction. Centuries spent inside a bookshelf had done little for his
homophobia. Abigail was treated to the sensation of two cocks
alternating inside of her. Robert's cock would speed in, followed by
a deeper thrust from Cockullu. She stopped humping and simply laid
still as her two lovers raced to fuck her.
Sweat dripped from her body. Her breasts were smashed liked
the National Geographics in the lobby and her buttocks were as open as
a card catalog. Abigail closed her eyes and hummed the Nightline tune
as her double cock stuffed sex was rammed with Dewey Decimal
precision. She wondered briefly if maybe she should have had a sex
life sooner and dismissed the thought as shameful.
"Finally! " screamed Cockullu for her ears only. "My seed is
surging and shall soon, WHAT THE INFERNAL FUCK?"
Abigail felt Cockullu's touch dissapear and her ass suddenly
contracted on open air. The bookshelf crumbled in her hands and out
from under her feet and she fell back into Robert's arms. As they
tumbled to the ground, her sex resumed it's normal size. She cried
out as her inner self squeezed tight on Robert's ejaculated cock.
Abigail's body froze in bliss and it was several moments
before the rushing in her ears went away. As she laid there, she saw
a cloudy manisfestation right in front of her. She saw her spectral
lover dissolve before her eyes and transform into a hideous creation
from some black pit. It looked like a giant penis, thrashing around
blindly, it's scrotum wriggling with tentacles. If it wasn't for the
awesome orgasm she just had, she might have been concerned. She
rolled off of a crushed Mr. Armitage and noticed her hands were full
of dust. Looking up she saw the wicked black bookshelf from beyond
time was no more than crumbs and there was no sigh of Cockullu.
"Wow, sorry I came so fast", said Robert.
"When you came, you spilled your cum right on Cockullu's dick,
instantly destroying him", whispered Abigail, who didn't see anything
wrong with a premature ejaculation.
"What did you say?" asked Robert.
Abigail sat up and winced at the sore feeling in her ass. She
merely frowned at the handprints on her chest.
"I said I'm sorry to be so wanton again, I promise it'll never
happen anymore." responded Abigail in what she hoped was a meek
voice.
To Robert it sounded like a sexy voice full of invitation.
Thinking that she was horny enough to destroy that old black
bookshelf, he promised himself to never fire her for any reason. Hell
if it took ten years to fuck her again he'd wait that long.
"I forgive you Abigail. We in the librarian profession know
that passion runs pretty high. Just make sure you take it easy on the
shelves next time." said Robert.
Abigail sifted the last of Cockullu through her hands and
imagined she heard a low tortured moan. The last traces of her sexual
longing left her and her thoughts wandered to whether she could get a
sexual harrassment case out of this experience. The flame in her sex
vanished completly.
"I'll make sure to be extra careful around the bookshelves
from now on Mr. Armitage."
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