The Cum Witch Ch 03 Cumspiracy

The Librarian picks up her special latte at the coffee shop on her way to the library. Not even twenty four hours have passed since her rendezvous with the construction crew and she cannot stop thinking about it. She rushes the rest of the way, immensely horny. Belt Buckle gives his silent greeting nod as usual. She reaches out to him mentally with a request.

I want you to fuck me.

His mind lights up in response. While he is enthralled, she can feel that he is willingly so. Not once has he put up any resistance to the situation.

She locks the front door behind her and leads him back to the bookshelves near the big wooden librarian's desk where she sets down her things. They duck just into the aisle, out of view from the plate glass windows and door at the front of the building. He stares into her eyes, waiting for her to initiate, his jeans beginning to strain. Undoing his belt buckle slowly, she looks up at him over the top of her glasses. It clatters to one side; she unfastens the button and begins unzipping his jeans. She feels his breaths sharpen as she lowers them, the shape of his now fully erect penis clearly visible under the white fabric of his underwear, restrained to one side.

Kneeling down, she uses both hands to lower the elastic waistband and, having misjudged the safe distance, is smacked in the left cheek by his hard cock fleeing its confinement. She takes it in both hands and admires its dimensions, feels its warmth. Of all the penises she has seen recently in this town, this is still her favorite. She begins to stroke him with both hands slowly. His eyes are closed in silent bliss. Working up a mouthful of saliva, she spits on top of his erection and spreads it around, caressing him, pumping slightly faster. She takes his swollen head into her mouth, still working her hands up and down together in a steadily increasing rhythm. Her mouth slides deeper down his shaft. She again reaches out mentally.

Fuck me from behind.

She stands up and looks back into his eyes, then turns around, bends over, pulls her yellow knee-length skirt up above her smooth round ass, and places her hands on the bookshelves for support. She has stopped bothering to wear underwear. His large hands feel rough against the soft skin of her hips, calloused from a decade of working with them. His bulging, pink head slides along her wet lips and she lets out a gasp. As he pushes inside she uses her leverage on the bookshelves to press herself back into him. She feels his entire length enter her, fill her up. He grabs her hips firmly and begins to thrust slowly. Her ass recoils erotically with each penetration. She bites her lip and can't contain her moans as his throbbing cock reaches deeper than she knew possible.

*knock knock knock*

Peering around the end of the bookshelf, she sees a man she doesn't recognize at the door. He is cupping his hands around his face against the glass trying to see if anyone is inside. Waving at him and trying to minimize both her moans and the movement of her whole body each time Belt Buckle pounds her from behind, she yells out.

"Sorry we're, mm, not quite open yet! Ungh! I'll be -- with you shortly!"

She ducks her head back into the aisle and throws herself back onto Belt Buckle's cock in rhythm with his vigorous thrusts. As their collective arousal builds to the boiling point, wind sweeps through the aisle and rustles the loose papers on her desk.

Give me your cum.

With their established mental connection she can feel his stimulation peak as intensely as her own. She throws her head back and Belt Buckle intuitively covers her mouth to muffle her pleasureful screams resulting from two orgasms experienced simultaneously. Waves of bliss crash through her as she feels his hot seed pulse into her pussy. Her knees weaken and she holds tightly onto the bookshelf. She has never felt such overwhelming exhilaration. Eyes closed and eyebrows raised, she basks in the aftershocks of ecstasy as Belt Buckle withdraws his wilting member and gives her ass an appreciative squeeze. Some of his deposited payload trickles out upon his exit.

Gradually recovering from her satisfaction, she shivers as she stands up straight and stretches her limbs. Then, fixing her skirt and catching her breath, she makes her way to the front of the library to let in the customer. She smiles at him as he walks in, hoping it isn't obvious what had been going on moments prior.

"Just let me know if I can help you find anything."

Right after the words leave her mouth she realizes it is the same man who was here with The Old Woman. He is a lean man with a slight hunch, like he has been weighted down and bent out of shape by years of unwanted obligation. He is bald and wearing black slacks with a plain light blue dress shirt. Almost as if he is calculatedly boring. He eyes her suspiciously and then walks off into the library.

The Librarian hurries back to her desk, the mixture of Belt Buckle's semen and her own juices lubricating her thighs. Sitting in her chair, she feels the wetness penetrate the fabric of her skirt. As she shifts in her seat she looks around the library, curious where The Bald Man ended up, and catches his eye peeking through a bookshelf in the Mystery/Thriller section.

Has he come here to spy on me? I really don't need him looking at me right now. Is this just his own bold curiosity or did the church send him here?

Suddenly, she sees his eyes open wide in surprise through the gap in the bookshelf. He hurries out of the aisle and looks around as if she has disappeared. She looks down at her hands as he rushes to look down each aisle and notices with shock they are transparent. Standing up and looking down at her body, she sees it is also fully invisible.

I must have stumbled upon another spell. I can definitely see this one being useful.

The Bald Man rubs his head in exasperation, clearly frustrated and worried that he lost track of her. She decides to try something given her sudden imperceptibility. Sneaking up behind him, The Librarian gets her transparent lips right up close to his ear and whispers in her most seductive voice:

"Do you like watching me?"

She ducks out of the way as his head swivels around, trying futilely to ascertain the source of this disembodied question. He crosses himself, visibly flustered. She skirts around him fluidly and gets close to his other ear.

"You like spying on women you dirty pervert?"

"N-no! It isnt like that!"

"It's ok. What if I like being watched? What if I

want

you to watch me?"

She can feel his breath shorten as his heart rate increases, a slight bulge growing in his pants.

"No, those thoughts are impure. You are tempting me."

"Oh, I'm tempting am I? Thank you, I'm flattered."

"T-that's not what I meant!"

"I think I know exactly what you meant. I think I know exactly what you

want

."

"It is forbidden, it is impure. It is a sin."

"But wouldn't it feel so nice to just take your cock out and let me suck it until you cum? Who would that hurt? If God really didn't want you to do it, why would he make it feel soooo good?"

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his arousal very apparent at this point.

"Well, I guess it can't hurt anything just... one time..."

Getting close enough for him to feel her warm breath in his ear, she whispers:

"Take it out."

His hands shaking, he undoes his belt, unzips his slacks, and liberates his already very erect penis. His eyes dart back and forth wondering from which corner The Witch will emerge. They then open as wide as saucers when he feels her warm wet mouth enclose his member, and he sees it begin to glisten with saliva, while she is still nowhere to be seen.

"Oh my lord."

He doesn't understand how this could be possible, but it has been so long since he has felt this good that his mind goes blank, surrendering to the pleasure. The Witch can feel his arousal skyrocket. She tastes the salty precum he had began leaking before she even touched him. His balls are heavy with years of build up.

"Oh God!"

He cries out as he very quickly reaches climax. She strokes his hard cock with her translucent hand and points it at her open, waiting mouth. Her invisible tongue braces his throbbing purple head as it prepares to fire. Wave after wave crashes into the back of her throat. Forced to breath through her nose, the musky smell of his semen fills her awareness and almost makes her swoon. The thick, warm liquid fills her mouth to a surprising degree. Finally, the last few weak blasts dribble out onto her outstretched tongue, and she swallows her creamy mouthful in one go.

From The Bald Man's perspective, his oversized load of cum erupted forth, gathered in a puddle floating in midair right in front of his swollen glans, and then disappeared all at once; a seeming immaculate ejaculation. And then he met God.

Upon gulping down his abundant yield, The Witch gets the familiar rush of feelings and memories. Years of submission, prostration. Promises of salvation. Abstinence. Restriction. An unfulfilled yearning for recognition. A bit of pride? He had done so well following the rules for so long, he felt that must deserve some type of reward, but it has yet to come.

You do deserve a reward you poor man. This is your reward. This is your salvation.

Oh god yes! I am yours!

He crumbles instantly under her inquisition. He bares his soul and awaits her acceptance. She graciously enters and takes stock, gathering some useful info. Primarily, the place of residence of The Old Woman.

+

The Old Woman lives in a small house on the other side of town. The Witch arrives out front, looks around to make sure she wasn't followed, then knocks on the fading blue front door. The invisibility spell has worn off as a consequence of walking across town.

The Old Woman is surprised when she opens the door. Looking around suspiciously she ushers The Witch inside, quickly closing the door behind her.

Able to get a better look at her under the current circumstances, she realizes The Old Woman is actually quite beautiful. Her silver hair cascades down around an attractive face that has aged gracefully.

"How did you find me? Are you sure you weren't followed?" The Old Woman asks with concern. "They would be very suspicious if we were seen alone together."

"I wasn't followed, I got your location from that bald man."

"From him? He wouldn't give it to you... unless..." her eyebrows raise suggestively. "I guess that confirms you've been making good use of the book. He's technically my husband, by the way. But don't worry, I'm not bothered by whatever method you used to extract that information from him. He's more like my handler, always running errands for The Priest and making sure I can't cause any trouble."

"Your husband?" She blushes slightly as she follows The Old Woman deeper into the house. "What is going on in this town?"

"I will answer all of your questions. Please, take a seat." She motions at a loveseat as they enter a small family room.

"What can you tell me about that book? Why are men from the church spying on me?" The Witch cannot contain her questions as she sits on the small couch.

"That book contains ancient magic, power, mostly forgotten in today's world. But its echoes can still be heard. Do you know why we fear the dark? We don't remember the monsters that stalked our ancestors, we just know, instinctively, they lurked in the shadows. The church does not know the realities of this magic, but it remembers that women once held power that men did not. And that scares them."

They both start as they hear the back door of the house open.

"Hello? Did you come back home after checking on the library?" A man's voice rings through the hall. The old flooring creaks as footsteps approach the family room and stop just outside the doorway. "Hello miss, your husband around?"

The Old Woman is looking through the doorway at whoever had just shown up unannounced, frozen in place. The room and entrance are situated in such a way that The Witch cannot see through the door to the source of this voice.

"Everything alright ma'am? I can--" A man's head peeks through the door, he sees The Witch, and his face goes white as a sheet. After a moment petrified in place, he turns and starts to run out of the house, his footsteps pounding the hallway carpet.

"He cannot be allowed to alert The Priest that we are speaking." Says The Old Woman urgently.

The Witch closes her eyes and the control spell dribbles out of her mouth. The loud footsteps abruptly stop, giving way for the shrill creak of the floorboards as he walks back towards the room. When he passes through the doorway, he has his erect penis in his hand and the familiar blank look on his face.

The Old Woman draws in a sharp breath, her eyes lingering on the hard cock that just entered the room. She looks at The Witch and gives a nod.

She must know about this spell. I don't want him to just stroke until he cums on me again, I'll have him come sit next to me on the loveseat.

Yellow Tie walks slowly across the room and sits next to The Witch. His member stands tall as he continues to pump his hand up and down. She can already feel his arousal reaching its peak.

Ugh, don't cum right now, we're in the middle of a conversation.

His hand falls to his side, but she begins to feel the control spell fading along with his erection. She reaches out and grasps his half limp penis, it twitches at her touch and quickly reinflates.

"You were saying about the book? And power?" She addresses The Old Woman.

"Ahem. Yes." She glances up at The Witch's face and then back down at her hand massaging Yellow Tie's hard cock. "Erm, men can feel that power in subtle ways. It is contained within their bodies, after all, in their semen. But they cannot access it. It gives them confidence and justifies their self importance. But only a practitioner can unlock its true potential." She takes a deep breath and bites her lip. "So, ultimately, they are spying on you because they fear you, though they don't fully know why. I told you they would do their best to subjugate you and they won't stop. They have a stranglehold on this town and you're the only one that can end it." She adjusts in her chair, uncrossing her legs.

The Witch's hand continues to rub Yellow Tie's rigid member. She can feel that he is right on the edge. On each upstroke a new dewdrop of precum is waiting for her to spread down the shaft. He twitches in anticipation, but she modulates her speed and pressure to prevent him from going over the cusp to avoid interruption to this important conversation.

"Why did you tell me not to take communion at the church service? It seemed like everyone else there was hypnotized or something." She looks at The Old Woman quizzically, awaiting more answers.

"There are other forms of magic too, as you witnessed at the service. That priest is not just a great public speaker." She takes a deep breath that quavers slightly. "Drinking the communion wine provides a stronger conduit for that magic." Her eyes are glued to The Witch's hand pumping up and down slowly. The Old Woman's own hands are clasped in her lap. She shifts in her seat again, arching her back.

"I moved here to run a library! Not to battle some fanatical cult!" The Witch cries, unintentionally squeezing the eager erection in her grasp.

Oh shit!

She feels every muscle in his body contract. The first volley erupts with such force it lands on the breast of his black blazer, forming a stark white line. For the remaining bursts she manages to bend down and clamp her mouth around his engorged head. Her hand, still clamped around his shaft, can feel the underside convulse as it pumps the rest of his thick load into her mouth. As his salty semen slides down her throat his essence rushes into her awareness. The most prominent feeling is fear. Fear of judgment, fear of rejection, fear of failure, more recently fear of her. But biggest of all, fear of The Priest.

You don't need to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you. But I can't have you helping that crazy priest spy on me. Continue working with him, just tell him you haven't seen me or The Bald Man.

The Witch swallows hard as she sits back up in her seat, then looks at The Old Woman and blushes. She can't help but notice The Old Woman's mouth hanging slightly open and a couple fingers snuck between her legs.

"Sorry about that." She says as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

At the same time, Yellow Tie stands up and leaves the house without a word.

I can't believe I was so afraid of him.

"Don't worry about it." The Old Woman replies breathily before a nervous gulp. "I know you didn't sign up for this, but you're part of it now. When I found that book years ago I wasn't strong enough to make full use of it, but you clearly know what you're doing. Look at the last few sections, they hold the information you'll need to finish this once and for all."

Suddenly, The Witch feels a slight intrusion in her mind. It is Tall, one of the construction workers she set as a sentry.

That younger priest from the church is headed towards the library miss.

Shit, I'd better hurry back there.

"I'm sorry I need to go. Thank you for the information and I'll see what I can do."

"Please. Don't forget, the back of the book."

+

She arrives back at the library to find the the younger clergyman, Belt Buckle is nowhere to be seen. She reaches out to see if she can locate him but his mind is no longer accessible to her.

Did they manage to sever our connection somehow? That's not good.

"The man that was here, where did he go?"

"I was just telling him about the good word, I think he may have gone to visit the church to learn more about it. Have you heard the good word?"

Definitely not good. I should gather what information I can from him. I can tell he has strong sexual urges but they are well suppressed, he came here prepared to keep his defense up. I don't think I can seduce him here. I'll need to get him when he doesn't expect it. When he thinks he's untouchable.

"I saw you at the service last Sunday. Are you in training to be a priest?"

"Yes. Well, I just finished seminary. So you attend church already? You have acknowledged you are a sinner and accept that Jesus Christ died for your sins?"

"Oh yes, I acknowledge I am a sinner. Listen, will you be taking confessions soon? I feel the need to get a few things off my chest."

He smiles warmly.

"Yes, I will be taking confessions this afternoon. Please do stop by."

She watches him leave and waits until he has disappeared from view through the plate glass windows for several minutes before hastily retrieving the book from its hiding place. Flipping the pages quickly but carefully, she turns to the back half, scanning for illustrations that indicate spells. The first one she comes across is a naked woman straddling an erect penis, rivulets of semen dripping down the sides of the shaft, out of her pussy. The woman's body is faded and transparent in certain areas.

I've already discovered this one.

She thinks with a raise of her eyebrows. She feels a slight moisture grow as she remembers 'discovering' the spell earlier that day.

Turning a few more pages, she uncovers another illustration. The woman is naked, on her knees, and holding a large chalice. There are multiple erections around the vessel, all firing thick streams of semen into its wide bowl.

Her mouth falls open.

I guess I should have seen this one coming.

Her wetness grows as she admires the image and formulates her next plan of action.