She found the uncensored smut manga tucked behind the old paperbacks at the used bookstore. The cover showed a woman on her knees with cum dripping off her chin, no censorship bars anywhere. Sarah bought it on impulse and took it straight home.
The first page hit hard. A thick cock rammed into a shaved pussy, every vein and wet fold drawn in perfect detail. Sarah’s cunt clenched. She flipped pages faster, reading the dirty dialogue bubbles. “Shove that dick deeper, you bastard.” “Take it all, slut.” Her hand slid into her shorts before she even reached the bed.
By page twenty her fingers were slick. The manga showed the girl getting face-fucked, throat bulging, mascara running. Sarah pulled her shorts off and rubbed her clit in tight circles, eyes locked on the drawings. She imagined the same cock stretching her own mouth.
Mark walked in from work and stopped in the doorway. “What the hell are you reading?”
Sarah didn’t stop touching herself. “Uncensored smut manga. Come look.”
He crossed the room, already hard in his jeans. He took the book, scanned a page, then looked at her spread thighs and glistening pussy. “You’re soaked.”
“Read it out loud,” she said.
Mark cleared his throat. “Page thirty-two. He grabbed her hair and slammed his cock down her throat until her nose touched his balls.”
Sarah moaned and pushed two fingers inside herself. “Keep going.”
He read the next panel while she fingered herself. The words were crude and direct. Every filthy line made her wetter. When he reached the part where the guy bent the girl over and pounded her ass, Sarah flipped onto her stomach and shoved her ass up.
“Do it,” she said. “Fuck me like the drawings.”
Mark dropped the book, yanked his cock out, and drove straight into her pussy in one thrust. Sarah gasped, gripping the sheets. He fucked her hard and fast, no warm-up, just raw strokes that slapped his balls against her clit. She reached back and spread her cheeks so he could see everything.
“Deeper,” she panted.
“Like page forty.”
He pulled out, spat on her asshole, and pushed two fingers in while his cock stayed buried in her cunt. Sarah came with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing around him. He didn’t slow down. He kept pounding until she was shaking.
Mark grabbed the manga again with one hand and flipped pages while he fucked her. “Page fifty-five. He pulled out and painted her tongue white.”
Sarah spun around, dropped to her knees, and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard, tasting her own juices. Mark held the book open above her head and read the last lines while he thrust between her lips. When he came, he pulled back just enough to shoot thick ropes across her tongue and lips, exactly like the panel.
She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off his shaft. Cum dripped down her chin onto her tits. She looked up at him, eyes glassy.
“More,” she said.
They moved to the couch. Sarah straddled him and sank down on his cock again, riding hard while he held the manga between them. Every time he read a new position, she changed to match it. Reverse cowgirl so he could watch her ass bounce. Doggy so he could slap her cheeks red. She even let him flip her upside down on the cushions so her head hung off the edge while he fucked her throat again.
By the third round Mark’s cock was still hard but his strokes had turned sloppy and deep. Sarah’s voice was hoarse from moaning. She came again with her legs wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his back, cunt squeezing him until he groaned and flooded her one more time.
They lay tangled on the floor, breathing hard. The manga lay open beside them to the final page: the girl covered in cum, smiling, with the words “Until next time” in a dirty speech bubble.
Sarah reached for the book and closed it gently.
“Next time,” she whispered, “we act out the whole volume.”
Mark laughed low and dirty, already half-hard again against her thigh. “Buy the sequel tomorrow.”
