Here is Chapter Two of Book of Carnal. I recommend reading of Ch. 1 first, as you will get a better idea of what is happening to Jason. Edited by br00. Please enjoy and don't forget to vote!
Copyright © 2012 by Tipson. All rights reserved.
Jason shivered with the energy that surged through him as he opened the book. He had never had so much pleasure from holding book before, and he could cum just from it, holding it, his blood heating up as if about to blow over.
It was time for a change. He had decided it was time for a change after lusting over gorgeous Misty at work not so long ago, in turn being so turned on that he was unable to move from his desk the whole time, unable to release, then releasing quickly, finally in his room, on his bed.
The book had come to him from such a gorgeous, "ghost? Nah, apparition." Was the way he had describe the woman that had fucked him senseless, and he had fucked senseless in his last vacation in Cairo. She had been so gorgeous, and so hot, but Misty had her. Maybe. He remembered she could read minds, and hoped she would not be pissed at him for the thought.
Warning: The longer you read and hold this book the more you will change, at times a god, others insane...
He turned the page. He had already decided:
fuck it, he was not going to change his mind now.
The pleasure running through him clouded his mind, but it was so delicious.
The more you use this first power the better you will be able to control it. You will become more and more desirable, and you will be able to influence those that desire you. You are now..."
Ahhhh" flew out of Jason lips. The more he read the more the pleasure increased. He felt ready to burst, but could not and did not want to stop reading...
now desirable but unaware. Your influence will also increase, and you will be able to do...he skipped...to obtain this power you must cum on this page of this book.
Jason got to his knees, and placing the book bellow him, he wrapped his hand around his extremely aroused cock. It took all but two strokes for him to blow his load, cumming so strongly he almost lost his senses. He looked down noticing that the book (or the page of the book) seemed to suck in his copious load. He would have freaked out on any other occasion, but he was well past that point. His skin still tingled with the power of the orgasm, and his dick had slightly deflated. He rubbed his chest trying to catch his breath, and jumped at the sensitivity of his nipples. Shutting the book and putting it away, he decided he wanted to try this new power, and he was also desiring a scotch, or tequila, or "fucking something!"
I wonder what Misty is up to?
He thought.
No, not yet. Don't wanna fuck it up with her. I'll get someone at the bar.
After a shower he dressed in clothes that seemed to fit him better, and he noticed that he looked bulkier. He could not believe it. He had never ever been anything but pudgy. He removed his shirt to examine himself closer in the mirror, and noticed a bit of lines, no too deep, but present that defined hardened muscle. "Pretty fucking cool!" he exclaimed and redressed.
Arriving downstairs he looked at his car and almost passed it, as it no longer looked so beat up. It didn't look new, but it most certainly was in a better state than it had been that morning, or when he had driven it after work for that matter. "I should have cum on that page long ago," he chided. "To business," he said, driving away.
He pulled in to the parking lot of the pub "Slam Jams," and exited the car. He stopped, his confidence wavering. He had only been there a hand full of times, mostly to drink – alone. Out of all the times he had hit on one of the women, he had been rejected in varying degrees; the worse being, "Fuck no. I am not interested in fat, nor ugly." He did not want a repeat of that. But, the book had said to practice, and the great sex with the apparition had taken place, and, well, no pain on gain.
Building his courage he walked in to the locale, and was greeted by a full crowd, and a remix of that stupid song, "Here's My Number, So Call Me Maybe." He hated the song, but soon it would be over. The singer was cute though, and once, when he saw the video online, he wished he could shove his cock into her mouth every time she started such an idiotic line.
He got the attention of the bartender, who actually smiled at him for the first time.
"What will you have?"
"Johnny Black straight."
"You haven't bee here in a while, and for returning the first one is on me," the gorgeous bartender had replied.
'What,' he thought, 'she noticed me enough know that I had been here before?' "Wow. Thanks! You're going to make me come more often."
"That's the point, enjoy," and she walked away to serve the others.
'What was that all about? And a free drink too! Maybe the book was right,' he enthusiastically thought.
He felt good, and the confidence was returning to him. He took a sip, but really just wanted to down it, but just like that? He looked to one side of the bar, noticing a well-shaped lady, with form fitting blue jeans, and a white top that filled up nicely, getting a shot of some sorts. He thought it was an appletini shot, but he was not well versed with what the fairer sex enjoyed drinking. Walking up to her he said, "Hi, wanna do the shot together?"
She turned to him, surprised, and said "Oh, my friends over there are waiting for me."
"I'll get you the next one, then they won't wait long,"
I would have never said that before!
"Oh alright. Bottoms up," she said as they downed their drinks.
He turned to wave to the bartender but she was already there. "Ready for the next one?"
"Wow, you're good."
"It's my job."
"Two more of the same, and hers is on me."
Quickly fixing them up she handed it to them, "There ya go."
"Thanks!"
"I'm Brenda, by the way."
"Nice to meet you Brenda, I'm Jason."
"And, I'm Marilyn," said the filled-white-top brunette.
"And a pleasure to meet you as well,"
Ok, this is definitely the book, this has never happened before. Never ever.
"Come, let me introduce you," said Marilyn and walked off. Jason followed her, feeling pleased.
"Hey girls, this is Jason, Jason that's Abby, Joana, and Larissa."
"Hello," he said, shaking everyone's hands.
"You just did a shot with her, didn't you?" asked Abby.
"Yes." he replied.
"I knew my eyes had not deceived me! I told you she had gotten a new one too," she said to Larissa.
"Yeah, you were right."
"Don't be jealous," said Marilyn. "Are we gonna do this shot or what?"
"Bottoms up!" Jason told them. And all of them shut up and followed suit, downing their fruity shot of vodka, or rum, or whatever it was.
"What was that you drank?" Asked Joana.
"Johnny black neat," replied Jason.
"And you just downed that?" Asked a surprised Abby.
"Well yes. Otherwise it would not be a shot!" Jason had never felt so comfortable around women, and although some of it was do to the liquor he had consumed, deep down he knew that was not the only reason. His words flew out nicely, landing in the right places, without a stutter, and they seemed to appreciate it. Even the smart remark was welcomed.
The ladies giggled, and almost in unison said, all with slight variations "I can't down that."
