Erotic Fiction: The Book

I’ve always been a lover of books since I discovered what I enjoyed reading. It takes finding what you enjoy to enjoy reading. Think back to the books you desperately wanted to learn to read as a toddler, books that were fun, shit, they were fun and informative, had great messages, and wonderful pictures! Then what happens? The pictures go away and books become boring and like work to read. Yes, reading became a job to us all. Some of us found what we wanted to read about sooner rather than later and many gave up. I, on the other hand, found science-fiction and fantasy pretty fast into my young adult years. I also found comics, even younger, and Playboy, Penthouse, and Leg Show a little bit later. The sci-fi painted pictures in my mind, the comics gave me the pictures, and the adult magazines brought an element of sex into my virgin being.

So from time to time I would go into book stores to find something new and exciting to read, usually it was the Walden Books or the B. Dalton’s and Barnes’ and Nobel's. Although it was also into the special section of the local convenience store where they had the nuddie-mags, for my more sexual needs. Rarely I would go into a used or antique book store, and I don’t know why it was rare because I was always amazed when I looked around one. Now to give you a place to stake this story in the time line, it was right after I graduated high school and quite sometime before I got married. I was a few towns from where I lived and decided to go into the local used book store. The name of the store was The Mystical Reader: All Genres Featuring Books of the Past Present and Future. I was greeted as I entered,

“Welcome to the Mystic, if you need anything just let me know.”

The woman at the counter must have been in her seventies. She looked good for her age and reminded me of a girl from back in my freshmen year of high school, who was from a large family in the area and I wondered if they were related. I asked,

“I’m looking for old sci-fi, fantasy, and, uh, erotic works. Something I wouldn’t find at the new book stores.”

This older woman smiled at be knowingly and said,

“Most of the science-fiction we have is the same older ones you’d find at the ‘new’ stores, but there is some fantasy that’s not in reprint, and if you want some rather peculiar erotic fiction we have a smell wall of that in the basement. You’ll need to show me your ID before you can go down there though.”

At first I just looked around the store, picking out a few books I was interested in, and I placed them on the counter to buy, telling the woman,

“I’m going to buy these, but I’d like to look downstairs?”

I gave her my ID and then she gave me the go ahead, so I walked down the creaky stairs to the dark basement. There was a dimly lit sign that read,

“Flip the switch for the lights, turn off the lights when you’re done. ~Thank you.”

I flipped the switch and the room was filled with bright lights that made the room look more clear and illuminated than even upstairs. I looked through the books on the shelves and there was everything from classic Playboys to “dirty” magazines from way back. I loved reading and jerking off to vintage porn, so I thought that maybe I’d pick a few of the older magazines up, but then I felt a strange pull to a rather large and ancient looking book on the far side of the shelf. It looked warn and fragile, but when I picked it up it was rather sturdy and held together well as I flipped through the pages. There were illustrations with the writing and all sorts of erotic things from cover to cover and in great detail, too. It was a book I just had to have, but there was no price tag on it. I took it upstairs with me and turned the light off on the way out. When I arrived at the counter I asked the woman how much the book cost. She answered,

“This book will cost you $25, but normally I would charge $50 for it, but you turned off the light before you came up.”

I put the book on the counter and pulled out my wallet. The total price for everything I bought was $35 and I thought I’d gotten a good deal. She put the books from upstairs in a bag and picked up the book to hand it directly to me. In that next moment, the moment that both her hands and mine were both on the book, something strange and magical happened. No, it was mystical! The women in her seventies that looked similar to the girl from my freshman high school class, almost four years ago, transformed into the spitting image of that girl as she’d look that day! I froze in place as I stared at her. She asked,

“Are you okay, young man?”

I nodded and kept staring with my mouth agape.

“I can see that you will enjoy this book very much, just promise me one thing. Will you bring it back here when you’re done with it, no matter how long that is? I will happily buy it back.”

I told her I would and she let the book go, transforming back into the seventy year old woman again. I shook my head as I walked out of the book store. I went right home and put my purchases on my desk and got ready for work. I all but forgot about them for over a week, as I had so much to do.

“What are you up to tonight?”

I told my buddy that I was exhausted and was just going to stay in for the night with some scotch, a cigar, and a good book. He informed me,

“That’s boring dude, come to the movies with us. We might even go to the titty bar after. Naked women!”

I laughed and admitted that it did sound like a fun time, but I still declined. I got in my old beater of a car and drove towards home. When I got home I showered, put on a pair of shorts, a tee, and then sat on my couch and read a little from one of the books I’d gotten from the Mystical. After a few drinks and about an hour I got horny and made my way towards my porno collection before remembering the erotic book I’d bought. I was also getting tired and changed into my pajamas. I thought I could read some from the book, jerk off, cum, and then go to sleep. So I poured myself the final drink for the night, I never smoked that cigar, and started reading from the beginning. Now I have to be honest with you, in the book store I thought the illustrations were why I wanted to buy the book, but with the book in my hand I was compelled to truly read it. The book was gripping and explained to me what I was getting into. Another thing, it was hard to read, at first, it was in old English, like around 1560’s or something like that. It promised that the experience from reader to reader would never be the same and that you would never want to give this book up, at least not until you found a suitable replacement for the pleasure it could bring you. There was a warning on it that read,

“You must put this book aside from time to time or you will lose everything around you, including this book!”

I had no idea what this meant, yet. The first story I read was one about a young man who fell in love with an older woman, he was eighteen and she was thirty. He did chores on her farm and they flirted. She’d lost her husband early in their marriage, the young man was warned to stay away from her, and someone whispered to him,

“She will entice you into sexual relations and suck the life right from your member. Stay far from her, young man.”

The young man didn’t listen and continued his flirting. First she let him suck on her breast as she played with his erect penis. After that he was content, but exhausted. A week later, after his chores where done, she let him suckle on her tits again as she played with is erection, but at the end she sucked on his cock, consuming the ejaculate. He slept for a whole day after that, but was more infatuated with her than he had been before. Two weeks later, when his work was done, she invited him into the house for a cool drink. He sat on her couch and she said,

“Pull your penis out for me.”

He pulled his penis out, it was not yet hard, and she sat down on the other side of the couch and wrapped her stockinged feet around his flaccidness and stroked up and down till he got hard and about ready to cum. She put her mouth around the head of his penis before he came and sucked all the cum from him that she could, more than he thought he had to offer. When he woke up three days later she told him,

“I’m sending you away for a month, you will complete some tasks for me in London. Do not return in less than thirty days. On the thirty-first day you may return and you will be rewarded. If you return sooner than that I cannot vouch for your safety, or for what you will find when you return.”

The young man did as he was told, he accomplished his tasks, and on the thirty first day he returned to the house, did his chores, and after he was done the woman rewarded him with a kiss. She took his hardness and offered him her breast. He fucked her titties and before he came she sucked his cum into her mouth and down her throat. He was once again content and exhausted. Another week passed and after his chores she called him into her room and opened her legs for him and said,

“Lick my vagina, but whatever you do, don’t have sex with me, no matter how much you want it or how much I beg. Do you understand?”

The young man answered that he did understand and licked her pussy. After some time and instruction she came and it was her that was begging him to take her, to give her his virginity. He remember her words and heeded them. When she calmed down she rewarded him with a hand job that finished with her sucking him off and him cumming into her mouth. He was happy and exhausted. Before he passed out he noticed that the woman glowed, but didn’t think much of it as he fell into a deep sleep. While he slept the woman did her own chores and made sure her young lover was safe. He woke up to a note on the table that read,

“I had to leave town to attend to some business. I will be back in a week. You may stay here at the house, just do your chores and clean up after yourself. When I return I will reward you. In addition to your chores, at the end of the day, take a pair of my panties from my laundry bin, sniff them as you please, wrap them around your cock, and jerk off until you ejaculate. Make sure to spill your seed into the crystal goblet on the night stand. Do this every night. I love you.”

The young man’s heart leaped with joy over the written declaration of love and he did as he was told. Every night the panties smelled so fresh. He didn’t even notice that there was only a single pair in the bin everyday, he just grabbed them, smelled them, got an erection, and then masturbated with them. He came into the crystal goblet, filling it substantially each night, and he slept. Every night as he slept the ejaculate in the goblet would slowly and steady vanish. It wasn’t drying up, but emptying as if it were being consumed. As promised she returned and he woke up to her sucking his dick. She asked,

“Do you love me?”

He said that he did love her. She lifted her dress up and shifted atop him. Slowly she slid his manhood into her womanhood. When he was all the way in she said to him,

“As you read from the letter, I love you too, but you must understand that you have to do what I say or you will die. If I tell you to go away for a time you must. If I tell you not to have sex with me you have to listen! If I give you instructions you have to follow them. If you don’t do as I say I will die, and if you do more than I say, or do something when you shouldn’t, you will die. Do you promise?”

The young man agreed and she moved up and down and back a fourth on his hardness. It was the first sex he’d ever had, he was no longer a virgin! It was the first sex she’d had in a long time. It was the first time in a very long time she had found someone who could, or would, follow instructions. She had an orgasm and he was about to have his when she whispered in his ear,

“You must throw me off right after you ejaculate!”

I was on edge from reading the story, my hand was rapidly stroking my slippery cock. I was about to cum right as he was about to cum into her, and that’s when I passed out. I was out cold. It couldn’t have been for long, because I had an erection, still. Or maybe it was for the whole night. I didn’t know, but I felt something, someone, was with me. I opened my eyes and when they cleared I saw who I imagined the woman in the story looked like. She was so small and was leaning on the pages of the book with her legs spread and her pussy rubbing against what to her was my giant boner! She was sliding against me in what could only be described as trying to fuck up against me. This was no dream, this wasn’t a vision. My hands were to my side and I could feel her pussy lips slipping and sliding. This book, this character from the book, had come to life and was humping against me. She was so beautiful from head to toe and I wished she were bigger or that I were smaller so we could properly fuck. Then she spoke to me,

“You must close the book right after you’re done ejaculating. Do you understand?”

I groaned yes and her rubbing intensified. A few moments later she had her orgasm and squirted all over my cock and the pages of the book. Less than a minute later I had cum oozing out of the top of my penis. She didn’t stop rubbing against me, but she said,

“Yes Boxhead, cum for me, spray me with your seed!”

How did this character from a book know my name? I didn't care! Watching my cum touch her naked body pushed me past the point of no return and I came shooting rope after rope of my cum up in the air, on to her body, and on the pages of the book. When my last bit bubbled out I did as I was told and slammed the book shut! I thought for sure I would pass out and go back to sleep after that, but I didn’t. I looked at the clock and it was time to get ready for work. I had slept through the whole night and I was rested. I put the book down on my desk and went about my day. On the way home that night I drove by the old used book store, the store front was empty, there was no sign the store was ever there. I looked in the window and it looked like the place never had a book store in it, and the oddest thing was that there were no stairs, just a concrete floor!

“What the fuck?”

I left in disbelief. Yet looking in the rear view mirror, as I drove away, I saw the store front and the old woman looked to be locking the door. She waved to me. I could swear she looked a good ten years younger. I’d just been there, there was no book store, yet in the mirror there it was! When I got home I opened the book to the page I had been on when that character came to life. I expected it to be either slightly damp from my cum, or even stuck together. There were marks where I’d came, but it was smooth and dry and nothing stuck together. For a moment I thought about picking up where I'd left off, but I decided that then wasn’t the time and that I’d wait at least till the next week until I’d read from it again.

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