The Shoggoth Secret - Lovecraftian Erotica (6 page)

“I'm good. I just didn't know
where you were. I wanted to make sure I hadn't dreamed all that,”
he said.

“Oh, I was right here,
communicating with Mrs. Shaw and Ashley. They're both coming along
nicely. Since I didn't have anyone else to guide through the Change
right now, I thought I'd give them pointers on how to control their
bodies.”

“You can communicate that well
with them?”

“If they allow it, I can even
control their bodies from here. I can force changes and let them
observe how it's done.”

“Let me guess, they both allowed
it?”

“Just as soon as they knew that
it was what I desired,” Kelly said.

Jacob grinned at her.

“Any word on the contacts you
wanted Ashley to make?”

“Yes. Her father works as a
consultant for an organization in Boston. She's long thought that
they aren't any normal organization but something called organized
crime. Are you familiar with it?”

“Crap, you're going to get us
involved with the mob?”

“Only tangentially, at first. If
I demonstrate what we have to offer to them, I'm sure that they will
do two things for us. The first is to supply us a great deal of money
to change some of their people. The second is to offer us protection
so long as we agree to continue providing the Change. From her
thoughts on them I discerned that they could use the abilities more
profitably than most others.”

“The mob is notorious about
ensuring that their people remain loyal to them, and only them,”
Jacob said.

“The first thing I'll tell anyone
we change is that while they will always obey us, their apparent
loyalties will be to their superiors in the organization. I will also
tell them to never reveal the fact that they will obey us. With a
little subterfuge we may be able to be in charge of the whole
organization ourselves. It would only require that we meet people
high enough in the organization. I could then Change them if there is
any physical contact. As far as I've seen, all humans crave physical
contact of one form or another. It would be easy enough to ensure
that they have contact with me so I can change them.”

“Are you crazy? This is the mob
you're talking about,” Jacob said. “One wrong move and
they'll kill us both.”

“We've been over that. I won't
allow that to happen nor will I make any wrong move that would
endanger us in such a manner. This is the quickest way to the goal
you stated.”

“I thought we'd be dealing with
CEOs or rich people, not criminals.”

“You'll need to make up your mind
quickly. Ashley's father is hosting a member of that organization at
his house. I was intending on sending Ashley to make our pitch for us
and, if he was willing, going there myself to demonstrate the full
benefits of having people Changed.”

Jacob closed his eyes and dropped his
head into his hands.

If she's wrong we're either dead or on the run, but if she's
right then no-one is going to hassle us ever again. To hell with it,
I'm not going to bet against Kelly.

“We'll give it a try, but please
be careful,” he said.

“Of course. I'll send Ashley now.
If he expresses interest I'll go there myself.”

Jacob nodded.

A half hour later, Kelly received her
reply.

“I need to go now, but don't
worry,” Kelly said. “Actually, I have someone coming to
keep your mind off of things while I'm gone. She'll make sure you
can't think straight enough to worry.”

“Who?” Jacob asked.

“You'll see,” Kelly said as
she walked out the door.

Jacob stood alone in his apartment,
wondering if he'd just signed their death warrants. His musings were
interrupted by a knock at the door. When he opened it, the redhead in
the hallway pushed her way past him into the apartment.

“Hi, Kelly asked me to come over
and keep you company,” she said.

Jacob stared at the redhead. Her skin
was fair, and lightly speckled with freckles. High, tight breasts
tented the tank top she was wearing. If the mini-skirt she had on
were any shorter, he'd be looking straight at her underwear. After a
second glance, he realized that he'd be looking straight at her pussy
since she wasn't wearing any underwear. His gaze traveled back up her
body and the sight of her nipples jutting through the thin fabric
told him that the tank-top and mini-skirt were all she was wearing.
Even her feet were bare.

“I'm sorry, do I know you?”
Jacob asked.

“Does that matter?” the
redhead said. “I'm Greta, you're Jacob. Now we know each
other.”

“Um, nice to meet you?”
Jacob said.

“Kelly asked me to distract you.
So, I'm going to distract you.”

Greta proceeded to prove her point by
stripping off her top and pressing her tits against Jacob.

“This would be much nicer if
you'd strip,” Greta said. “I promise.”

As Greta wriggled out of her
mini-skirt, Jacob's cock informed him that Greta was absolutely right
and that he should strip down.

Her pussy was pink and hairless. It was
also glistening with moisture and Jacob realized that what he'd
thought was her perfume was actually the scent of her arousal. He
lost no time in stripping down. Even with his cock a little sore from
the prior evening, he wasn't about to miss this opportunity.

Once he was naked, she leaned into him
again and rubbed her tits against the skin of his chest.

“Lie down,” she said.

“Want to go into my bedroom
first?” he asked.

“Nope, the floor works for me.”

Greta pushed down on his shoulders and
Jacob ended up lying down on the floor. She dropped to her knees and
took his cock into her mouth. She slid her lips down along his shaft
once and then disengaged.

“Looks like you're pretty hard,
but let me see if I can get you any harder,” she said.

She bobbed her lips back down over his
cock and he felt her tongue caressing his cock as her lips tightened
on his shaft.

Over the next few minutes, she
proceeded to expose him to oral tricks that he'd never even heard of
before. When she finally drew her mouth off his cock she looked down
at it.

“That should do nicely,”
she said.

Greta shifted her legs and straddled
him. She snaked up his body until his cock was lined up with her
pussy and slid herself down onto his shaft. She sighed as his cock
was forced into her.

“Oh, it's been too many years
since I've had a good hard cock,” she said.

“What? You must've started young.
You can't be any older than your early twenties,” Jacob said.

Greta's answer was to start pounding
herself with his cock. She arched her back and giggled as she came.
When her orgasm finished she looked at his face.

“Flatterer, I'll have you know
that you're about to benefit from fifty years worth of experience.
All packaged up in this nice tight body you seem so fond of.”

Jacob's eyes widened.

Mrs. Shaw? It can't be.

His mind was aghast but his eyes
refused to stop drinking in the lithe redhead. Not that what he
thought mattered since his cock was raging hard and wasn't about to
let him stop what was going on.

“Eight years since I got
anything,” Greta said. “Not since my husband died. The
decade before that wasn't exactly filled with orgasmic bliss either.
You're going to help me make up for lost time. I'll do all the work.
The only thing you need to do is keep yourself from cumming for as
long as you can.”

Jacob nodded. He didn't think that
would very difficult since he'd spent himself completely the night
before, but it wasn't long before he realized that he was mistaken.
Greta demonstrated more tricks now than she had when she was sucking
him off. It was only about fifteen minutes before he found himself
bucking and spurting into her pussy.

“Not too bad Jacob,” Greta
said. “I thought you'd give out on me a lot sooner than that.”

“If you give me a few minutes I'd
be happy to continue what we were doing,” he said.

“You can get hard again right
away?” Greta asked. “Of course you can, you're still
young. Here, let me help you.”

Greta moved off of him and slid her
mouth back down to his cock. She sucked his limp cock into her mouth
and began using her tongue on it again. At the same time Jacob felt
her finger barely penetrate his ass and begin to stroke him inside.
He squirmed and tried to get away but she had a firm grip on him.

“That'll do you,” she said.

As she pulled her finger out of his
ass, Jacob realized that he was already erect again; not entirely,
but enough to be functional.

“That was incredible,” he
said. “Not the ass thing there, I meant before. You weren't
kidding when you said you were experienced.”

“Not as experienced as I'd like
to be. My Charlie, he was always up for sex when we were younger. But
he faded off as he got old.”

“Well, you've done me pretty
well. I'm not worn out but you've certainly taken the edge off. Is
there anything I can do for you to return the favor?”

Greta's eyes brightened and she broke
out in a smile.

“There's a couple of things that
Charlie always said were nasty. He did them for me a time or two and
then refused every time after that. I wonder if you'd be willing...”

“What are they Greta? If you tell
me, I'll tell you if I'm willing,” Jacob said.

“Would you use your mouth and
tongue on me? Down there? Like I did to you.”

“I'd love to, switch places with
me.”

The redhead scrambled to flatten
herself on the floor and spread her legs. Jacob rolled over between
them and dipped his mouth to her pussy. The skin was perfectly
smooth, just as Kelly's had been, and the taste of her was enough to
push his erection further towards full.

He ate her for a little bit, lapping
inside of her pussy and sucking on her labia. He could tell she was
enjoying herself from the occasional grunt or moan she uttered. When
he finally moved up to her clit, Greta became a fireball. At the
first touch of his tongue to her clit, she wrapped her legs around
his back and held him in place. When he kissed it with his lips, she
groaned. When he got his hands in place to draw back her clit hood
and sucked the revealed nubbin of flesh into his mouth, she screamed
and exploded. Her heels pounded his back as she writhed beneath him,
pulling herself back out of his mouth.

When Greta calmed, Jacob wasn't sure if
he should resume eating her out or not.

“Greta, do you want me to keep
going?”

“That all depends, do you want me
to be a puddle on your floor here?” she replied.

“Whatever you like,” he
said, “I'm enjoying myself.”

“Why don't you hold off on that
Jacob. Would you be interested in doing something else for me? I'm
guessing you didn't think that last one was nasty.”

“Oh no, it was great. I love
getting a reaction out of my partner. Although I'll admit to never
getting one quite that enthusiastic before.”

Greta repositioned herself so she could
reach his cock. She took it in hand and began stroking him.

“Well, would you consider taking
this fine member and putting it in me someplace else?”

“Are you asking me to fuck your
ass?”

Greta blushed.

“Well, yes I am,” she said.

“If you ask me to do that, I'd be
happy to.”

“I just did,” she
protested.

“No, you just sort of hinted and
I guessed. It turns me on more to hear a girl ask for something like
that.”

“You've got a bit of kink to you,
don't you lad?” she said.

Jacob nodded.

“Yes, I guess I do.”

“So if I actually ask, then you
will?”

He nodded again.

Greta shivered and broke out in goose
bumps.

“Fine then. Would you take your
cock and fuck my ass with it?” she said.

“It would be my pleasure. Yours
too, I hope.”

“It will be. I forgot I like
dirty talk during sex. My saying what I just did reminded me. Charlie
wasn't too good at it. He only ever got so far as to call my tits
'jugs' although he got me but good later on. When I was pregnant with
the boys, he called them my 'milk jugs'. The first time he did that
the orgasm was so good I damn near exploded. You won't mind if I talk
dirty to you, will you?”

“Not in the slightest. Now why
don't you lie down on my kitchen table. I think that'll put you at
about the right height for me.”

“Now you're talking Jacob. Give
me a moment here.”

Jacob walked over and cleared the
chairs away from the table. Greta hopped onto it and scooted back so
her butt was just barely on the edge. She spread her legs and tried
to catch Jacob with them. He caught her ankles instead and pushed her
knees up as he stepped up to the table.

“You still wet?” he asked.

She nodded breathlessly.

Jacob plunged his cock into her pussy
several times to lubricate it, then he drew out and repositioned
himself. He slid his cock forward, slowly pushing it into her ass.

Greta gasped and tightened down on him.

“You want me to stop?” he
said.

“Hell no boy, I want you to pound
my ass. Take what pleasure you can from this carcass of mine because
I'm certainly going to.”

Jacob pushed harder, forcing more of
his cock into her tight ass. Then he drew back and started thrusting.

She muttered under her breath as he
pumped his cock in and out her. He only made out a little of what she
was saying:

“Oh yeah, fuck my ass...”

“Oh, I must be such a slut to
love this so...”

“Harder, deeper!”

Jacob took his cue and thrust into her
as hard as he could. He was sure she should be in pain, maybe even
tearing open, but she seemed to enjoy every thrust more than the
last. As she kept muttering, he decided that she might want him to
talk dirty back to her.