Dark Tome

Dark Tome 1 – Grace’s Curiosity

Grace had always been told not to go into the library’s basement. The University had been around for over a hundred years and there is no telling what was growing down there. Grace was feeling adventurous though and even though she was normally a stickler for the rules she had not seen any written rule saying don’t go down to the basement. The door was locked but Grace had found the key while she was working in the library over the summer. She knew the big cast iron key was for the basement because that was the only old fashioned lock in the building.

She waited near the door for a couple minutes, making sure nobody was around. The door was made of solid oak panels, which wasn’t too unusual for the campus but these seemed different. She put the key into the lock and gave it a turn. The mechanism moved effortlessly and the door creaked open.

Grace felt for the light switch but couldn’t find one. She turned on the flashlight on her phone and sure enough there weren’t any switches or buttons, looking up she realized there weren’t even any light fixtures.. She kept her phone out and slowly descended. The space smelt of moldy books and Grace became aware that she might have made a big mistake and that if she got the slightest cough she’d go straight to the infirmary.

When she got to the bottom of the steps she was surprised at how many books were down here, especially surprising was how old they all looked. The university prided itself on its ancient collection, so why were these books getting moldy in some basement instead of properly preserved up above.

As Grace walked the stacks she became aware of a weird feeling. It was hard for her to tell exactly what it was. It started in her stomach and she began to think of Timothy the tall Junior in the choir who always had that great welcoming smile. She snapped out of it right before her hand touched her crotch. Grace shook her head in disbelief, she’d come so close to sinning and she didn’t think she’d be able to bring herself to confess to something as corrupt as masturbating. Father Ryan was always telling her how pure and chased she was and how great that is. Grace had made it nineteen years with an intact maidenhood, she could make it a few more until she found a husband.

The feeling in her gut didn’t go away though, and as she walked deeper into the stacks she felt like something was tugging on her clitoris and nipples. She looked down and sure enough her nipples were hard and visible through her sweater. She told herself she should leave but she kept walking deeper until she came to a stack that had a chain and wooden sign in front of it. The sign read, “Dangerous Books No Unchaperoned Entry.” Grace chuckled at the sign and moved the chain aside.

The feeling was getting more intense and even though Grace wasn’t touching herself at all it felt as if her nipples were being squeezed and her clit was being rubbed. Her breathing quickened and she knew she was nearing an orgasm. Grace reached out and braced herself against the bookcase in front of her. Just like that the sensation was gone and Grace was looking at an old leather bound tome.

Absent-mindedly Grace pulled in from the shelf. The locked clasp on the front had mostly rusted away and she quite easily opened the book. A new feeling rushed over her, like she wasn’t alone. Grace turned her head but nothing happened. She tried to move her hands but they just stayed there.

Grace began to panic but her heart wasn’t racing. She was actually quite surprised at how calm and relaxed her body felt. This made it only the more disturbing to her that her hand was now moving down to her vagina. She tried to stop her hands but they just pulled up the front of her skirt and pulled down her plain white panties.

Grace was facing her hairy pubic mound and delicately began tracing around her clitoris. All the feelings from before rushed back into her. Her body was still but she felt like she was violently trembling. All of a sudden she felt a huge feeling of relief and she was filled with a warmth she’d never felt before.

As the feeling dissipated she heard a husky feminine voice whisper in her head, “Such a pretty pure flower, I can’t tell you how excited I am to ruin you. I’m a little weak from being cooped up here all these years, so I’ll have to make this quick, but don’t worry, I’ll leave my mark.”

Grace tried to cry out but nothing happened. Her body picked up her panties from the floor and walked out of the bookshelf. She closed the chain with its warning sign and draped her panties on it. Before Grace knew it she was back out in the late summer air. It was already getting dark as her body walked to the bike rack. Grace was confused but a little relieved that she’d paused, maybe this was the end, and there was nothing more to her nightmare. “Found the spot, little one, took me a minute since your town is such a nice little place.”

Grace walked to her bike and got on it. She shifted her body until she was once again rubbing her clit. Grace didn’t know where they were riding but soon she was leaving the University campus, and then the town itself. She was almost to the expressway when she pulled into what she could only guess was a biker bar. It was a little after five on a Tuesday afternoon and the place was almost deserted.

Grace parked her bicycle and saw how wet her seat was. She’d blush if she could. Before she could reflect anymore she turned and walked into the bar. The bartender and the three patrons stared at Grace in her beige ankle length skirt and robin’s egg blue sweater. The bartender didn’t want any trouble with the town or cops and quickly piped up, “I’m sorry ma’am but you’re lost, can I call you a cab or something?” The patrons were all licking their lips at sweet little Grace.

“If there are cocks that need sucking then I think I’m in the right place.” She quickly moved forward and walked behind the bar. Grace dropped to her knees in front of the bartender and didn’t pause for a moment as she undid his pants. Grace had never seen a penis in person and had only gotten a good look at one in an anatomy book. She didn’t know what to think about the five inches of musky flesh that was now staring her in the face.

“Jesus Christ! You all saw how this happened! I ain’t stopping it but god damn she clearly wants it!” All four guys stared in disbelief. Grace was fighting as hard as she could and nothing was happening.

The voice in her head was now distinctly feminine, “Just relax you little whore. No matter what you do, every hole in your body is going to get fucked today. If you make me, I’ll give you an especially painful surprise and you’ll need to see a doctor to get it corrected.” Grace tried to calm herself as her hands reached up and grasped the bartender’s cock. Her tongue ran up and down the length of his member, giving Grace the experience of tasting an unwashed dick. It hardened in her hands and was soon a solid eight inches long.

Almost like she’d been doing this for ages, Grace placed one hand at the base of his cock and worked the shaft with her other as she lowered her mouth around him. Soon she had released the hand working his dick and just began to bob up and down on him working the cock deeper and deeper down her throat. Now that her hand was free she lowered it back to her clit and began rubbing herself into another orgasm.

Grace lost track of time but was brought back in as she climaxed once again. This was followed by the bartender gripping the back of her head and jamming his cock into her a few final thrusts before releasing. Grace held the cum in her mouth for a minute, making sure she tasted it before she swallowed it down. She got to her feet and turned to face the three patrons. “Who here has popped the fewest cherries?”

After some arguing it was clear that the youngest and fattest of the three was the only one who hadn’t taken a girl’s virginity. Grace stripped down and walked back to the front of the bar. As an adult she had never been naked in front of another person and now she was trouncing around in front of four strangers. Grace was pretty plain, and she was also just a little too thick to be called skinny but her B cup breasts were perkier than anything these guys had seen.

Grace took the guy by the hand and led him to a table that she sat down on.