I found the damn thing buried in a box of old books at a garage sale. Thick, black leather cover with gold letters that said The Porn Bible right on the front. I bought it for five bucks, took it home, and cracked it open on my kitchen table. The first page hit me like a slap: "Every filthy fantasy, every dirty position, every way to make a cunt gush and a cock explode." No story, just raw instructions and descriptions that went straight for the throat.
I sat there with my dick already twitching in my jeans. Page after page showed drawings and text about spreading legs wide, ramming thick shafts into dripping holes, slapping tits while pounding from behind. One chapter was all about face-fucking: "Grab her hair, shove it down her throat until she gags and spits, then fuck her face harder until your balls slap her chin." My hand went to my zipper without thinking. I pulled my cock out and started stroking slow while I read.
The book didn't waste time. Next section was about eating pussy like you were starving. "Spread her lips with your thumbs, tongue-fuck that hole, suck the clit until she screams." I pictured some random woman on my couch, legs over my shoulders, and my tongue working her sloppy wet cunt. My strokes got faster. Pre-cum leaked over my fist. I kept reading, turning pages with my free hand, the other pumping my shaft from root to head.
By chapter three I was on the floor, pants around my ankles, jerking hard. The Porn Bible described double penetration like it was holy scripture: one cock in the ass, another in the pussy, both thrusting in rhythm until the woman shook and begged for cum. I imagined my own dick buried in a tight asshole while some other guy railed her front. The thought made my balls tighten. I spat on my hand for lube and kept going, hips bucking up into my fist.
I didn't stop until I shot a thick load across my stomach, grunting like an animal. Cum splattered hot and sticky. I wiped it off with my shirt and closed the book, breathing hard. That night I read more. Every chapter was filthier than the last. Anal training. Tit fucking with ropes of spit. Women on their knees taking load after load on their faces. I jerked off again before bed, reading out loud to myself like some perverted prayer.
The next day my girlfriend Lisa came over. I showed her the book. She laughed at first, then her eyes got dark when she read a page about getting bent over and spanked while getting fucked. "This shit is nasty," she said, but her nipples were hard under her tank top. I pulled her onto my lap and we started reading together. Her hand found my cock through my jeans while mine slid into her shorts. Her pussy was already soaked.
We read the chapter on rough doggy style out loud. "Pull her hair, slap her ass red, pound that cunt until it creams." Lisa stripped fast, got on all fours on the couch, and wiggled her ass at me. I yanked her hair and slammed into her from behind in one thrust. She was dripping. I fucked her hard, skin slapping, her moans getting louder with every stroke. The Porn Bible sat open on the coffee table next to us like it was watching.
She came first, cunt clamping down on my dick, juices running down my balls. I didn't stop. I kept pounding until I filled her up, pumping thick ropes deep inside. We stayed locked together, panting, sweat dripping. Then she reached for the book again.
"Read the next one," she said. It was about sixty-nine with a twist: her on top, sucking cock while getting her asshole fingered. We flipped positions. She swallowed me to the root while I spread her cheeks and worked two fingers into her tight back hole. She gagged and drooled all over my shaft but kept sucking. I licked her clit at the same time, tasting her mixed with my earlier load. She came again, thighs shaking around my head.
We spent the whole weekend with that book. Every chapter became a new scene. We tried the one about mutual masturbation, sitting across from each other, watching while we touched ourselves and described what we saw. Lisa fingered her pussy open and told me exactly how wet it was. I stroked my cock and told her how bad I wanted to paint her tits. We edged for an hour before finally letting go.
By Sunday night we were both sore and covered in dried cum and sweat. The Porn Bible lay open on the bed between us. Lisa traced a finger over a page about creampie eating. "Next weekend we bring someone else," she said. I nodded, already hard again at the thought. The book had turned us into something raw and greedy, and neither of us wanted to stop.
We closed it only when the sun came up, both of us too fucked out to move. The Porn Bible stayed on the nightstand like a promise. We knew we'd open it again soon.
