The Cum Witch Ch 02 Cummunity Building

The Librarian is on her way to the library early Thursday morning when she stops at the coffee shop next to the church. It is early enough that there are no patrons tapping away at their laptops yet, and there is only one employee behind the counter, the young man. He has blonde hair, chestnut eyes, and is a little on the gangly side with an attractive face. He is wearing a gray t-shirt and blue jeans under his green barista apron.

"I'd like a latte please" she says cheerfully.

Her chocolate colored hair is in a French braid today. She is wearing a blue-gray sweater, a light, floral, knee-length skirt, and her large black-framed glasses.

The Barista blushes slightly.

"Sure thing Ma'am, would you like regular milk in that? We've also got oat and soy." He responds as he partly fills a paper cup with a shot of espresso.

A coy smile forms on her peach-colored lips while an idea forms in her mind.

"Do you have any nut milk?" She asks innocently, raising her left eyebrow.

"Oh, like almond milk? I don't think so but i could check in the back."

She traces her finger along the edge of the counter, looking at him playfully and biting her bottom lip.

"No, I don't want almond milk. Yes, let's go in the back, I'm sure we can find what I'm looking for." She says, skirting around the counter and looking up at him over the top of her glasses.

"Don't forget to bring the coffee."

He grabs the coffee cup and follows her back to the break room where he sets it on the table. She pushes him down into a plastic chair, spins his apron around to hang over the back of it, and begins to undo his pants.

He is average-sized, which she appreciates, and already quite hard. He is well-trimmed but not bare, which she also appreciates. She runs her fingertips ever so lightly up and down his length. He shivers at her touch. She presses her soft lips to his swollen, pink head. His legs tremble in anticipation. Taking the tip into her mouth, she swirls her tongue around his flesh. Her right hand tightly grips the base of his shaft, her left rubs her pussy through her skirt. Her warm mouth plunges further down his erection, wetting the taut skin. Ascending back to the tip, she looks up at his face as her lips contort around the shape of his bulging glans. He is looking at her with a mix of disbelief and excitement.

She dives back onto him with purpose, taking him as deep as she can. The head of his cock slides into her throat and her lips meet his groin. She withdraws again and strokes him with her right hand, his hard on now well-lubricated with her saliva. His head is thrown back over the chair, his eyes closed, groaning with pleasure. She goes down again, now bobbing in a steady rhythm, stroking with her hand and her mouth together, her other hand has slipped under her skirt, rubbing her clit through her underwear. She can taste his precum and cannot wait for the full load. The air is crackling around them but neither notices.

Her first two fingers of her left hand maneuver her panties to the side and find their way inside her wet pussy. As she fingers herself, kneeling on the floor of the coffee shop break room, she holds his hard cock in her mouth and sweeps her tongue back forth along the underside of the shaft, fondling his loaded, heavy balls with her right hand. Her two fingers chase each other in circles around her clit, stoking her arousal to the edge. A fierce orgasm wracks her entire body, her eyes close as she trembles, loud moans stifled by The Barista's cock filling her mouth.

Several moments of pulsating bliss pass and she opens her eyes again. Placing both of her hands flat against his pelvis, her thumbs and forefingers make a diamond through which his throbbing member protrudes. She looks it up and down one last time before attacking it with zeal, desperately milking him with her throat. His back arches as she pumps vigorously up and down.

*glwk* *glwk* *glwk* *glwk*

His entire body tenses up in preparation of orgasm. She pulls her mouth off of his pulsing, twitching erection, cords of saliva stay tethered to the bright red crown. Quickly grabbing the cup of coffee, she places it underneath his swollen head with one hand and begins quickly stroking him with the other.

She watches ravenously as thick white cum gushes from his engorged glans. She can feel his cock spasming as it spews several more surges of sweet, salty semen. One of them overshoots the cup slightly, getting on her hand and wrist. Using the rounded lip of the coffee cup, she carefully scoops the final white cord dribbling down the underside of his spent erection, then slurps up the cum that landed on her hand. She again gets a rush of experiences. Burned coffee, annoyed customers, studying for long hours. He is a college student, working here to pay his way. He has a crush on her, enjoying when she comes into the coffee shop, often daydreaming about something like this happening.

She reaches out with her mind, feeling his soul. He reminds her of herself a couple years prior. Eager but apprehensive. Still not sure of his place in the world.

She makes mental contact gently.

I can tell you really enjoyed that. Let me make you a deal, you keep giving me my coffee with 'nut milk' and you can come visit me at the library any time you want, I'll give you any study help you need.

He has a blissful smile on his face, still leaning back in the chair with his deflating penis hanging out.

That sounds like a great deal to me.

He thinks in return.

"Hello? Are you guys open?" They both hear someone in the front of the shop.

The Barista jumps up, fixes his pants, flips his apron around to the front, and hurries out to help the customer.

"Hi there! Yes! What can I get started for you?" The Librarian hears him respond.

The Librarian sits in the plastic break room chair to rest for a moment and takes a sip of her latte. Her eyes close as she savors the complex texture and unique flavor. Once it sounds like the customer out front has been helped, she decides it is safe to duck out of the back room. She peeks out into the cafe and sees that the customer is sitting down with a newspaper. Seizing her chance, she slinks out, grabbing a plastic lid for her special latte on her way past the counter. The Barista sees her, blushes, and looks down at the floor. The customer hears her and folds his newspaper down to look, one eyebrow raising when he sees her. It is her turn to blush as she exits via the front door, hoping the customer doesn't speculate too much about why she and The Barista were in the back of the shop.

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As she heads back to the library, The Librarian passes the construction crew, Short, Tall, and Muscles. They holler at her over the rumble of their equipment. She can't hear them and just keeps walking.

If only they knew what I'm drinking in this coffee

she thinks to herself with a smirk.

Belt Buckle greets her with a silent nod as she returns to the library. He is measuring the dimensions of a bookshelf. A few days have passed since she made this man her thrall by accidentally swallowing a fresh load of his cum in her coffee, similar to how she had just made the bargain with The Barista. In order to provide a cover story for him hanging around the library so much, she contracted his carpentry shop to fix up the old bookshelves. She has him spending as much time at the library as possible, just in case the man with the Yellow Tie comes back.

She sets her latte down on the big librarian's desk and retrieves the ancient spell book to see what more she can glean. The past few days have also afforded her some research time and she has learned several things:

1. The incantations are more like training wheels, not necessary for a spell to be effective, but helpful at getting the user in the right headspace.

2. By "sharing" a load of semen with the book -- the cumshot from Yellow Tie that had landed on both her and it -- the book is now bound to her and she has become, by her rough translation, a Cum Witch.

3. Drinking Belt Buckle's cream in her coffee had made her feel

good

. It made her feel so good because cum is now a source of power for her.

Flipping further through the brittle, yellowed pages, she comes across another illustration, clearly indicating another spell. An entire page filled with a drawing of a woman's face, a profoundly calm and serene look on her face, completely plastered with semen. Thick lines of jizz stripe her face from her forehead down to heavy globs dripping from her chin.

The Librarian's eyebrows raise in surprise.

How many guys would that have to be? There's no way I could do that ... right?

A week ago she never could have imagined she would do what she did this morning either.

The page opposite is full of text presumably describing the spell and it's purposes. 'Let seed be your armor' seems to be the translation of the header. The first paragraph details that ejaculate on the face and body will provide spiritual defense, the more the better.

Spiritual defense? Am I in spiritual danger?

Her immediate danger seemed much more physical. Yellow Tie was angry and could come back at any time.

*ding a ling* The bell above the front door rings.

The Librarian panics worrying that Yellow Tie has returned, she slams the book closed and shoves it under the desk before looking up in the direction of the door.

It isn't Yellow Tie at all. In fact, it's two people, an old woman and a middle aged man she hasn't seen before. The Old Woman slowly walks up to the desk while looking around at the library. Her gaze seems to linger on the door to the side room where The Librarian had originally found the book.

Once The Old Woman reaches the desk, she introduces herself as the previous librarian.

"I'm glad to see you fixing the place up." She says.

"Thank you. I'm doing my best!" Responds The Librarian.

The Old Woman glances nervously at the man she came in with. He is doing a poor job of pretending to be interested in the Romance section.

"Listen, you should come to the church service this Sunday. There are still a lot of people in town who would like to meet you."

Come listen to an old man lecture me for an hour? Sounds like a fantastic time.

She thinks as she responds with a smile "I would love to, I'll see if I can make it"

"Great, we'll see you there" Says The Old Woman, looking sidelong at the man again before turning around and leaving the way she came.

The man follows shortly after, he made her uneasy, and it seemed like The Old Woman had not been comfortable with his presence either. She nervously gulps down the last of her latte.

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The rest of the week passes uneventfully. The Librarian gets her latte from the coffee shop each morning before getting to work tidying up the rest of the library. The Barista stops by and she shows him how to use the research archives on the library computer. The backlog of clerical work is about finished by the time Sunday rolls around.

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The Librarian wakes up early Sunday morning regretting her commitment to go to the church service.

It's just this once.

She reminds herself.

Show up once, they'll remember that, even if you never show up again.

After a hot shower she does her hair up in a high bun, then picks out a burgundy dress and a black cardigan. Putting on her black-rimmed glasses and a pair of black heels, she takes a deep breath and prepares herself for what she is positive will be a boring day.

The church sits, large and foreboding, up a slight hill. A white cross pierces the sky. Mildew and lichen underline the eaves, besmirching the white wooden siding. The rectangular windows are still dark, betraying its emptiness. The church is not her first destination.

I am not about to sit through this snoozefest without my coffee.

"My usual, please." She says to The Barista with a smile.

"Coming right up!" He responds with a wink, clearly proud of his pun.

She gives him a quick hand behind the counter, stirs his cream into her coffee, then waves goodbye and heads back to the church.

The congregation has mostly shown up by the time she returns. Crowded around the entrance, she feels their gazes turn on her as she approaches. Many polite smiles that curl their lips but don't reach their eyes.

"Hello!"

"She made it!"

"Welcome!"

She is buffeted by small greetings from every angle. Feeling so perceived is uncomfortable, but she reminds herself that this is a small sacrifice to make for a couple hours in order to fit in better with her new neighbors. Yellow Tie's face materializes amidst the crowd, he looks fearful but can't take his eyes off of her. Suddenly, out of the crowd comes The Old Woman who warmly clasps The Librarian's free hand.

"I'm very glad you could make it." She says loudly, then leans in for a hug and whispers "Please, pay close attention to what you see today. Do not take the communion."

The Librarian furrows her brow.

What does she mean by that?

She takes a nervous sip of her coffee, it helps bolster her confidence.

The large church doors swing open, an older man with a black frock and white collar has pushed them open from inside. The Priest, evidently. He looks to be in his mid-forties, graying hair kept strictly in line, his face chiseled by years of solemn contemplation. His brows look permanently arched and his thin mouth has been hewn into a frown by years of consternation.

"Come my children!" He booms into the crowd.

The townsfolk shuffle into the church and The Librarian follows along behind. They file into the pews, taking their seats. Once everyone has settled it is clear the only open spot is in the very front. She walks up the center aisle, detecting pensive eyes on her from all directions. Her heels hitting the beige carpet feel deafening. The Priest behind the pulpit watches her stoically. Another man in a frock and collar, younger, with a sheepish look, stands behind The Priest, holding a bible with both hands in front of himself. She takes her seat in the front right pew, sets her coffee cup on the floor next to her feet, and sits as motionlessly as she can. Another tense moment passes, then The Priest begins his sermon. His deep voice fills the church hall.

"Let us talk about SIN! As we all know, the original sin arose from woman's curiosity for forbidden knowledge."

If The Librarian had not been in the front row she would have rolled her eyes.

How do people still not see how misogynistic this whole religion is.

"Christ is the head of every man, and the man is the head of a woman!"

Maybe these people do realize.

"For man was not made from woman, but woman from man!"

The Priest continues on like this for quite some time. The Librarian almost finds herself hypnotized by his cadence and rhetoric, but, thankfully, she has her coffee to keep herself awake.

"My children, I call you to partake of our holy communion." The Priest says finally.

Oh boy. This is what The Old Woman warned me about for some reason.

She drinks the last of her coffee to steel herself.

Everyone stands up uniformly and shuffles to the center aisle, forming two neat lines. She remains seated. The Priest looks down at her, surprised that she did not stand with the others. He gestures with an upturned palm for her to join them.

"Oh, no thank you, I'm a uh..." She racks her brain for a Christian denomination that doesn't take communion "... Quaker, we don't take communion."

"The women should keep silent in the churches. For they are not permitted to speak, but should be in submission, as the Law also says." The Priest says in return.

Jesus fucking Christ.

She thinks.

The Priest turns his attention back to his queued flock. One by one, they come forward and take a wafer and a sip of wine out of an ornate golden chalice festooned with gems. Their movements are almost robotic.

Was that hypnotic feeling earlier more than just his skill at public speaking?

The last of the congregants take the rite and return to their seats. Shortly after, The Priest dismisses them, but not before leaving them with a parting gem.

"Wives submit to your own husbands as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife."

The townsfolk begin to stand and stretch as if waking up from a nap. The Librarian stands and weaves her way through the already crowded center aisle to get out as quickly as she can. This entire experience has been very strange.

Had he been using some kind of magic on the attendees? Is the Bible similar to the book I found?

She wondered.

The Old Woman catches up with her on the steps leading down from the church and puts one arm through hers.

"I assume you found the book. It's the only reason you kept your freedom today. You have to trust it. Learn it. Use it. They

will

do their best to subjugate you." She whispers in The Librarian's ear.

Then she disappears into the crowd again as quickly as she had appeared.

Bewildered and shaken, The Librarian begins walking to the library, trying to sort out what she had just seen and The Old Woman's part in it. The construction crew turns off the jack hammer to catcall her again from the other side of the road.

"A church girl?" Jeers Short.

"Ohh, she's a good girl!" Hollers Tall.

"If you get on your knees again I can anoint you!" Hoots Muscles.

She continues walking away from them for several steps, then stops in her tracks.

Spiritual armor...

she thinks to herself.

I couldn't... could I?

She turns around and crosses the street directly towards them.

If you want it so badly, I'll give you something. Be careful what you wish for boys

she thinks with a smirk.

Part of her can't believe she's about to do this, can't believe she would ever do this. A different, louder, part of her loves feeling like such a slut. Loves feeling completely free of judgment. Loves feeling in control of these desperate men's arousal.

She notices extra sensations as she gets close to them. It was always clear they were desperate and lonely, but she can feel their desire for her. She can feel their arousal growing the nearer she draws. Feel the blood rush to their groins and begin to inflate their cocks. Feel the heaviness of their balls ready to give her what she needs.

Looking each one directly in the eyes in turn through her large glasses, she struts past them towards the alleyway nearby. As she reaches the corner to turn into the slightly more secluded area, she looks over her shoulder at them and says smokily.

"Well, aren't you coming?"

All three immediately follow in surprise as she enters the alleyway, finds a spot where line of sight to the street is blocked by a dumpster, and lays her black cardigan down on the ground. She kneels on the cardigan, her burgundy church dress billowing around her before settling on the dusty cement.

"It's your lucky day boys. I'm gonna suck your cocks, and you're gonna cum on my face. Deal?"

The three men are incredulous. Short and Muscles stand, still in shock, to her left and right, but Tall, right in front of her, imagines he'll call her bluff. He undoes his pants and his penis springs out towards her, harder than it's ever been.

The Librarian leans forward and grasps the base of Tall's erection, it is long and skinny like him. She runs her tongue along the underside from root to tip while looking up at him through her large glasses. With confirmation that this really is happening, Short and Muscles waste no time extricating their own cocks from their pants. She turns to Muscles, his dick is smaller than average, she estimates two and a half inches. The whole thing fits easily in her mouth. He lets out a gasp as she whisks her tongue around him.