She found the smut comic in the back of that dingy shop, pages yellowed and edges curled like they'd been thumbed through a hundred times by horny hands. The cover showed a busty redhead on her knees, mouth open, cum dripping off her chin. Mia bought it without thinking, tucked it under her arm, and headed straight home.
The second she locked her apartment door she stripped naked and flopped onto the bed. She cracked the comic open to the first page. Two women, one blonde, one brunette, were already naked and grinding. The artist had drawn every detail: slick pussy lips spread wide, fingers buried knuckle-deep, nipples hard as pebbles.
"Fuck," Mia muttered. Her own hand slid down between her legs. She was already wet. She traced the panel with one finger while her other hand rubbed slow circles over her clit. The comic didn't hold back. Next page the blonde was on her back, legs spread, the brunette's tongue buried in her cunt. The drawing showed spit and juice shining on her chin.
Mia pushed two fingers inside herself and started fucking in time with the rhythm she imagined. She could almost hear the wet sounds the comic implied. Page after page got filthier. The women switched to a thick strap-on. The blonde was taking it hard, ass up, face shoved into the mattress while the other one pounded her. The artist had drawn the toy stretching her open, every vein on the fake cock visible.
Mia flipped faster. Her fingers were soaked. She added a third and groaned. The next spread showed a guy joining in, cock out, heavy and veined. The two women took turns sucking him, spit running down his shaft, eyes watering as they tried to take him deeper. Mia's free hand pinched her nipple hard, twisting it the way she liked when she was close.
She reached the center spread. Full color. The guy was fucking the blonde while the brunette sat on her face. The drawing showed everything: his balls slapping against the blonde's ass, the brunette grinding down, juices smeared across the blonde's mouth. Mia shoved the comic flat on the bed, straddled it, and ground her bare pussy against the glossy page. The ink smeared under her. She didn't care. She rocked her hips, clit dragging over the drawn cock, imagining it was real, imagining it was pushing up into her.
Her breathing turned ragged. She kept grinding, faster, until her thighs shook. When she came she bit her lip hard enough to taste blood, cunt pulsing against the ruined page. She stayed there a minute, catching her breath, then flipped to the final pages.
The comic ended with all three of them covered in cum, the women licking it off each other while the guy watched, cock still half-hard. Mia closed the book, wiped her wet fingers across the cover, and smiled. She knew she'd be back to that shop tomorrow looking for more.
