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Comic Book Sex

By: Johnevie



I'd met "Jen" on craigslist when she responded to one of my stories. Most emails I get are either scams, throw-away remarks, or guys asking me to double-team their wives. Jen, however, had composed a full-screen treatise on what she didn't like about my writing. Buttons were pushed. A few emails later, we were meeting for coffee downtown. A few dates later, we were engaging in no-holds-barred, end-of-the-world-style fuck sessions.

Jen had a proposition for me. An artist friend of hers was looking to draw an x-rated comic book and needed someone to write it. I hadn't picked up a comic book since I was, like, nine. So I balked. Then the details started trickling in: the artist friend had a huge following, the artist friend was female; the artist friend was cute... After (cough) much soul-searching, I agreed to do it.

The first meeting of our amateur porn syndicate took place at Jen's apartment in the BK. I liked "Emma" right away. She was Asian; an indie girl with enough ink on her arms to print a bible. She showed me her sketchbook and I was blown away by her nude drawings. We spent the afternoon playing a perverse game of one-upmanship, throwing around story ideas that would have put the Marquis de Sade in a coma. It was all very professional, and no overt flirting took place, but the whole experience sent me home in desperate need of friction.

The following week I get a call from Jen. Emma is ready to draw the scenes, she says, but she needs references. You mean, like people to vouch for me? No, you lunatic. Live models. Would you be available to pose? Uh-huh. I could see where this was going, and I was eager to get there as soon as possible.

To be honest, I stepped into Emma's quiet studio more nervous than eager. The girls were relaxing on a ratty old couch with a bottle of southern comfort. They seemed to be dressed for a slumber-party: Jen in a bathrobe and slippers, Emma sporting flannel pajama bottoms and a tank-top tight enough to matter. A few exchanges were enough for Emma to notice my tension. Feigning interest in my smalltalk, she stood up and came around behind me.

"Let's unburden this man," she said as she took the bag off my shoulder and the coat off my back. The undressing of the model had begun. Jen leaped off the couch to tend to my front. Off came the sweater. Off came the t-shirt. She ran her fingers over my bare chest and leaned in for a series of probing kisses in hopes of relaxing me. No chance. Emma slid my jeans and underwear down and we pulled away from each other just in time to watch my cock spring out of captivity.

"You know what to do," Emma sang to Jen. Jen nodded with a smile. With ritual instinct, she took a step back, slid the robe off her body and knelt down before me. With a moan I raised my head to the skylight as she first licked the underside of my shaft, then took it all in. Eyes fixed on her subjects, Emma tiptoed to her easel, picked up a pencil and deflowered the virgin paper.

"Think you can hold that pose for a bit?" With my dick in her mouth, Jen nodded. She worked my cock just enough to keep it hard while we maintained a steady pose. Oddly enough, the slow-motion blowjob felt better than any I had had before. Maybe it was just that I was more focused on each sensation; or maybe it was the thought of Emma documenting every lick. After a few minutes, I was holding on for dear life. And that was before the dirty talk began.

"God, Jen," Em joked from behind her sketchpad, "I didn't realize how much you love to suck cock, you fucking slut."

"Mmm, it's so good," Jen replied, doing her best porn star impression. "I can't wait to slip this thing in my pussy." They both laughed. I turned red. Seeking distraction, I asked Emma if she had a good angle. You know, like a real model would.

"Best seat in the house," she said. "Don't worry about me. If I need a different view, I'll just move." And in fact, after a few minutes she grabbed her pad off the easel and came to sit cross-legged in front of us -- practically between us. It's funny, but Jen and I both almost forgot what we were doing, watching Emma do her thing. Her paper was filled with sketches of a man (me) getting head from a very hot woman. Some of the drawings were quite detailed, others barely scribbles, but they were all salacious. I wanted to give Emma the performance of a lifetime, and I could tell Jen felt the same way.

I moved Jen to the couch and nestled my head between her thighs. She raised her legs into a v-shape, holding onto both calves as my tongue found her mail slot. I wasn't going to fake this. I went to work on Jen's pussy with the tenacity of a vibrator, punishing her clit, smoothing out every fold. Her moans were award-winning. I looked up past Jen's heaving breasts to find Emma straddling the back of the couch. She was working hard on a drawing, only occasionally glancing at the paper to see what her hand was doing. The rest of the time, her eyes were traveling along the shapes of Jen's legs, her pussy, my head.

Jen, meanwhile, seemed to be losing her mind. Her moans and sighs had turned into panicky hyperventilating as she thrust -- I mean, really thrust -- her mound in my face. I decided to take action before I lost any teeth. Straightening up, I tapped her wet pussy with the tip of my cock a few times before plunging it in. My strokes were slow at first, but quicker and deeper as my pole steeped inside her. Noises erupted from Jen that made me think I was hurting her, but she pleaded for me to go harder and faster.. 

"Not too fast," Emma quipped. She had repositioned herself on an arm of the couch. I took a moment to study her as my cock drilled away at my modeling partner. She looked so serious, I wondered if this scene was affecting her in any way. How could it not? Then I noticed how hard her nipples were, bulging through the cotton of her top. I wanted to rip that tank-top apart and devour them. But first things first, you greedy bastard. "Let's try cowgirl," Emma directed.

Jen sat up, gave me a hungry kiss and promptly knocked me backwards onto the rug. I had a brief moment of disorientation, but that's all Jen needed to pounce on top of me, guiding my shaft back into her box. Despite her hedonist frenzy, she worked her hips with the skill of a belly-dancer, and I was mesmerized watching her tits bounce up and down as her pussy slid along my cock. I put my hands around her waist to give her better range as I drank in her yelps and squeals.

"Hold still for a second," Emma said. Jen and I gave each other sheepish grins. Seems we had forgotten ourselves once again. It was good timing, though. Jen was breathing hard and I was very close to cumming. "Could you lean back a little further, Jen? No, not that far..." Emma put down her pad and walked over to us. She placed one hand on Jen's abdomen and the other on her back, gently guiding the model -- who was still firmly planted on my cock -- into one pose, and then another. None of them seemed quite right.

"Maybe you should show me what you're looking for," Jen playfully suggested. For a second, you could see the wheels spinning in Emma's head, and then with a big smile she said OK.

Jen got up to make way for the artist, who plunked her petite Asian frame right down on my groin. My penis rubbed up against the crotch of her pajama bottoms, and without meaning to, I let out a soft moan. I looked up at her, somehow surprised to find her looking back at me. Her lips were pursed. her eyes waiting to see what I would do next. I placed my hands on her hips, as I had done with Jen, but this time my fingers wrapped around the elastic waistband of Emma's pants. That one gesture sent the damn bursting.

"Oh god oh god," said Emma. She leaned back so I could slide her pants off in one fell swoop. She raised her legs in the air and I got a good look at her tight ass and the furry lips peeking out from between her thighs. We both sat up as she struggled frantically to get out of her tank-top. Jen giggled at that. I had never seen nipples that plump or that dark. I wrapped a forearm under her ass and pulled her in close to bring her tits up to cruising altitude.

"God I need to taste these," I blurted as I wrapped my lips around one nipple, then another. In my lust, I was probably rougher with those jewels than I should have been, nibbling and sucking on them as I did. Emma did not complain. She oohed and ahhed and ran her fingers, almost lovingly, through my hair. We then kissed for what seemed like a very long time, me sitting cross-legged on the studio floor, Emma with her legs wrapped around my torso, her arms around my neck. I pressed her body tight up against mine.

"I want you inside me," she whispered into my ear. I nodded, but our embrace felt so good, I did not want to let go. I got to my feet with her still clinging to me; she was light enough for me to do that. She held on tightly to my neck as I maneuvered my staff into her preheated slit. Instant madness. Her legs dangling over my forearms, I grabbed her ass with both hands and rammed it up and down my shaft. "Yes yes yes yes yes," Emma screamed as I jackhammered her soaking wet twat. Her ass made a deliciously loud sound as it slapped up against my thighs over and over again.

Somewhere in this insanity I caught a glimpse of Jen, who had returned to the couch. Her legs were spread wide and both hands working her clit hard as she watched Emma get done. It brought me no small amount of satisfaction to know that she was someone who could watch her lover fuck another woman and take pleasure from that. This was the beginning of a whole new adventure for us. I knew it there and then.

Emma and I were clearly playing for all the marbles. Given our apocalyptic pace, it did not take long for the end to come. My legs went weak as I gave Emma my last frantic thrusts. I plopped her down on the couch right next to Jen before the eruption came. My entire body convulsed as I sprayed my cum over my partners in crime. I was a little embarrassed to hear myself moaning so uncontrollably, but the girls seemed impressed with how much came out of me, and that made me feel a little better. I collapsed between them and they pawed at me affectionately as I caught my breath.

We spent the rest of the afternoon going over the drawings. They were beautiful, and without a doubt the coolest document of any sexploit I've ever had. We all agreed that many, many more sessions would be needed to get the comic book done. But for now, we were content to just lay on that couch laughing and kissing, admiring each other. We were three naked bodies entwined, bathing in the sun that poured in through the skylight..

Comic Book Slut



I was home one Saturday morning when I got a call from an old high school friend that I had seen only once in the last ten years. Chris asked if I was still collecting comic books since he was going to sell some of the better books in his collection. I told him I was, but hadn’t done much collecting in a while, and money was kind of tight for the wife and me. Chris told me to come over to his parents place (he was just in town for the weekend) and take a look at the books. Maybe we could work something out.

I hadn’t been to Chris’ house in a long time, and barely remembered the way. It turns out he had some very valuable comics, but I just couldn’t afford them. He asked me what I could give him and I told Chris I only could pay about $100 bucks (the books he wanted to sell were easily worth ten times that).

Chris said “Dan, I can’t let you have them for that little. Is there anything you can think of that would make me sell the books that cheap?”

I thought about it and said “Sorry, do you have something in mind?”

Chris said if I would give him a blowjob, he would give me another $100 worth of books and if I let him fuck me, he would throw in another $100 worth.

I replied “What are you talking about? I came over to look at some comics. I’m kinda insulted, and I’m not even gay. What is this all about?”

Chris answered “I know you’re not gay Dan. It wouldn’t be fun if you were. I just think you really want these books, and I really want a blowjob from you. I want to have our high school valedictorian on his knees worshipping my cock. Besides, I think you wouldn’t mind experimenting. Look at yourself, you’re getting hard just having me suggest it.”

I looked down and noticed I was getting a hard-on. I had often masturbated to the thought of Chris using me for his own pleasure. I wasn’t gay, but had spanked off to many gay thoughts in the past. Chris used to keep a large porno collection when we were in high school, and I guess I must have just gotten lost in the thought of Chris, of all people, sexually controlling me. I didn’t know what to do or say. I just mumbled “Are you serious”

Chris replied “Dan, I’m as serious as a car crash. Strip out of your clothes and kneel before me.”

I was in shock. My fantasy was becoming a reality, and I wasn’t sure how to react. “No one will be here?” I asked.

“That’s my little cocksucker. Come over here and earn your comic books. No one will know.” Chris replied.

Again, I was torn. There is no going back if I take that step. However, I really did want to know, and I don’t know how Chris thought I would be interested. It must have been fate, and who was I to go against fate. I slowly took off my clothes down to my underwear and approached Chris with a raging hard on.

“All the way, Dan. I like my bitches naked when they are blowing me.”

I stripped out of my underwear and knelt before Chris. He told me to undo his pants. As I opened his pants and belt, Chris pulled his shirt off. As I lowered his pants, Chris stepped completely out of them and ordered me to rub his cock through his underwear. In all of my fantasies, Chris had an above average cock, but I wasn’t ready for what I experienced. Chris was extremely well endowed, with a tool that had to have exceeded ten inches. I was scared, but staring in awe.

When I was told to remove his underwear, I slowly pulled at the waistband, and as I lowered his shorts, his cock lowered right onto my face. Chris laughed “My cock looks good against your face. Show me what that bitch mouth can do Mr. Valedictorian. Or should I say Miss Valedictorian. I’m gonna turn you into a cock loving girl.”

When he was completely naked, I reached for Chris’ cock, and was in shock when the head stuck out with both of my hands on it. He was huge and I was feeling like a girl. I dove right into his cock without a second thought. It tasted incredible. All those years of spanking off to a fantasy of cock sucking, not really knowing what I was fantasizing about. It was better than I imagined, and I was in a horny daze like nothing I could have expected.

Chris started giving me orders, and I did my best to please him. He told me to lick the length of his shaft, and I did it. He told me to deep throat him, and I did the best I could. All that was mattering was pleasing him. I was so wound up, that I couldn’t hear anything but Chris’ orders, his moans of pleasure and the trash talking he was giving me.

“You cock sucking slut. I should invite a couple of my friends over here to use you. Would you like that?”

I think I moaned a yes as I had a mouth full of cock. I was sucking and stroking that monster for all I was worth. Chris then pulled back and sat down on the floor with his legs spread. He told me to crawl over to him and continue. As I once again dove into his crotch, my ass was now facing the sky as I was on all fours. As I was licking Chris’ balls, I felt a finger enter my ass, and just thought that Chris was getting me more worked up. My cock had never been so hard, and no one was even touching it. I continued to suck Chris’ cock as he pushed my head down on his massive member, and I was being finger fucked by what I thought was Chris.

After about five minutes of this (and what I think was three fingers), Chris told me to turn around so that he could fuck me. I slowly raised my head from his cock, licking it as I turned around. When I finished turning around, I looked up and was staring at another naked man with a hard-on in my face.

Chris said, “Dan, you remember my brother Eric. He bet me that I couldn’t turn you into a cock slave. Obviously he lost. Do me a favor and suck him off while I fuck you. I think you’ll enjoy it, and I know Eric will. You give incredible head.” Chris then placed his huge member against my finger stretched hole and pushed for all he was worth. My ass might have given way, but I wasn’t ready. Pain flowed through me for 20 seconds or so, and then the freakiness kicked in. I was so horny that I reached out for Eric’s cock, and started sucking.

This was my real fantasy. Not just being talked into sucking cock, but being the guy in the middle of two cocks. Ever since I first saw it in a porno movie, I fantasized about being one of those women that was being used my multiple guys. How did Chris know I would want this?

I had my face pierced by Eric’s tool while Chris fucked me for at least ten minutes. I was getting incredibly tired, but was still so turned on, that I must have been running on adrenaline. Chris was grabbing my hips and thrusting hard while Eric was getting the blowjob of his life.

Then Eric told Chris he wanted to fuck me like the woman I was. Chris told him to be his guest. “This bitch needs cock. Who am I to get in your way bro?”

Eric had me lay on my back as he pressed his cock against my now swollen hole. He then put his hands on the ground on either side of me and started pumping. I reached out and grabbed his sides and held on for all I was worth. I wanted to be fucked hard and Eric was going to fuck me like the woman I was becoming.

Eric yelled “Tell me you’re a bitch. Tell me what a whore you are.”

I screamed back “I am a cock slut. When I came here today, I thought I was a man, but you showed me that I am a woman who needs real men. I have fantasized about Chris owning me like this for years, and now I am being treated like the slut I have wanted to be.”

Chris looked at me amazed. “You have fantasized about me owning you?”

I looked back “Certainly you must have known. Why else would you have asked me over?”

Chris said, “I just thought I’d have a little fun with you. I was actually surprised when you agreed to the blowjob, but I had no idea. We’ll have to make sure that all your fantasies can be realized.” Chris then left the room while Eric continued to pound my ass. Chris came back with a video camera and started filming us. After a few minutes, he placed the camera on a tripod and stuck his dick in my face. Since I hadn’t stimulated him for awhile, Chris was not hard, but in this semi hard state, it was beautiful. His dick was bigger than mine has ever been. He was the real man and I was simply his fuck toy.

I quickly grabbed his cock and started sucking again for all that I was worth. Chris took his cock out of my mouth and placed his huge balls on my face. I started licking and sucking like a woman possessed. Chris started telling me what a good slut I am and how much his friends are going to enjoy watching my performance.

After five minutes of this, Chris and Eric had me get on my knees and I was stroking and sucking both cocks at the same time. I was such a slut. Chris told me to repeat my admission to the camera, and I said “I am a slave for big cocks. Chris owns me and I will do whatever he wants. Hopefully his wishes involve more cock sucking and ass stretching. I am a woman, and Chris and Eric have shown me my true calling.” I couldn’t believe what was coming out of my mouth, and certainly Chris and Eric were even more surprised.

This must have turned them on cause both guys grabbed their cocks and stroked them to climax, right in my face and awaiting mouth. They told me to lick the cum off my face and use some of it to get myself off. I quickly came, and even quicker came out of my lust-crazed stupor.

I told Chris and Eric that I really am not gay and that I was in some kind of trance and didn’t really mean the things I was saying. I pleaded that they not tell anyone about this, especially my wife. They started laughing and Chris went over and collected the video camera. “You may have been in a trance, but the words that came from your lips were all your own. I am looking forward to the next time I have some comics to sell. By the way, you still owe me $100.”

As I put my clothes back on and gave Chris my $100, I asked him which comics he was going to give me.

Chris replied “The $100 will be used for the video tapes we need to purchase. We have a lot of future shows to put on. I’ll be going home tomorrow, but I’ll be back in a couple of weeks. In the mean time, Eric still lives in town, and he has several friends that would like to meet you. I have a feeling you won’t have much time to be reading comics before I get return.”