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The Beginning Of My Curiosity (pt2) free porn video
Having squired a collection of porn while on vacation with my parents. I had successfully hidden them in the basement. consisting of mostly straight porn novels and a couple of hard core magazines, and a few gay and bisexual books. I could not wait to show my friends! A couple of buddies had shared some of the nudie magazines their fathers had. Mostly Playboy, Penthouse and Hustler. We had discovered that we could sneak an issue or two out at a time careful to never take too many at once least they be missed. One or two at a time was the rule. My father had a small collection in his bedroom closet but they were not an easy thing to access. My parents were home bodies for the most part. They rarely visited people. Most of my parents friends came to our house. They entertained frequently, people were always stopping by for coffee or dinner. But Mom and Dad did not go out much. That limited my chances to barrow my Dads porn. This put me at a distinct disadvantage in the neighborhood guys magazine trading sessions. See, you had to have something to trade or you were left out. Occasionally I could squirrel on or two away. But my Fathers collection (at least the ones I had found) was sparse and we all had seen most of them by now. The other guys Fathers seemed to buy new ones often. So my trade capital was not measuring up. My new found library had came at the right time!
I called up my friend John and told him to bring his baseball cards over. This was our code to let the others know that we wanted to trade. We did collect ball cards too so we had plausible deniability. You would grab your back pack or book bag with your cards and price guides in it and slip in the porn too. Unless someone looked through it carefully you were unlikely to get caught. He asked if I had any new "cards" to trade and I said "oh yeah". About fifteen minuets he was at my house. We told my Mom we were going down the basement to trade. She pretty much ignored us. It was a regular thing no reason for her to think otherwise. When we got to the basement I showed him my new collection. He had no interest in the novels. John was a good guy but not the sharpest tool in the shed. He didn't read well so that was no surprise. He looked at them and was impressed by the picture on the cover but once he figured out that that was the only pictures in the book he lost interest. Now Johns Dad had a HUGE collection of porn! He was a trucker and was on the road for weeks at a time. When he came home he always had a huge stack of new stuff. John was well aware of the capital he was sitting on and was stingy with it. But since he had the biggest collection he could be. I called him first because he had the best stuff and I could determine how good my books were by how he reacted. I had looked at the two hardcore magazines enough now that the newness had worn off. I was ready for something fresh. I showed him the two magazines and his eyes bugged out. He liked one of them much more than the other. It had a interracial couple in it. Most of the books we had were just white girls. This girl was black. No one had a hardcore book with a black girl in it! This was a game changer. I knew my status in the trade group had just gone up!
John was very interested in the book with the interracial scene. He brought out the stuff he had with him. But it was just the basic skin mags. I told him that I didn't see anything I liked so he suggested we go over to his place. His Mom was at bingo and his Dad was on the road like usual. He said his Dad had just left that morning and that was usually when he cleaned out his truck so there might be some new stuff. So I packed up the three hardcore books I had found and we left for his house. His house was only a block away so we got there fairly quickly. The two of us immediately headed for the garage. His dad kept his porn in an old footlocker. It was locked but we had found out a long time ago that the lock was easy to pick open. Pretty much any thin piece of metal could be inserted into it and trip the locking mechanism. Sure enough, in not time we had the treasure chest of porn open! I dug in looking for anything that looked worthy of trading for. John said he would trade two for one for my book. I said no deal I want five for each and I would only trade one of mine at a time. No way was I going to blow all my trade fodder at once! I wanted to milk this for a while! As we were going through the plethora of porn in the footlocker I found a few that peaked my interest and the trade was made. He wanted the one with the Black girl in it but I told him I had not read it yet so it had to be one of the others. It was a lie! I had read it several times but I knew if I held out I could use it to get something good from him if I found it. I was looking for a specific one that i had seen before but it was not in there. In fact several of the ones I had traded for before were missing. I asked John about it and he said he "Didn't know. Maybe his Dad too them with him". We both wanted some "alone time" with our new books so we agreed that we would swap back in five days. His Dad was due home shortly after that and this way he had time to get them back in the footlocker before then. He said goodbye and went in the house and left me in the garage. I thought about "borrowing" a few more. I mean, I knew how easy it was to get into the footlocker but decided against it. It would be wrong to do it, and it could cut me off from ever trading again.
As I was leaving I went over to the trash can to spit out the gum I was chewing. I opened the can and bet over to spit my gum out and right there was the magazines that were missing! His Dad must have thrown them out to make room for the new ones. Well, this is different! If they were in the trash they were fair game! I reach in and grabbed up what I could see. About eight in all. Not a bad haul! Then I seen a paper bag underneath. It looked like it had more books in it! The bag was a plain brown bag with few wrinkles in it. It was odd. I never seen books in a bag in the footlocker. I reached in and grabbed the bag. Glancing in I seen the glossy cover and a little skin. I hastily put the eight books and the bag in my back pack with my baseball cards and the other Books I had traded for. I figured I should leave before John got curious as to why I was still in the garage. I gave the trash one last quick look. Just trash bags and fast food containers. Spit my gum into the can and headed home.
I got home and headed down the basement. I wanted to see what I had acquired at Johns house. The first thing I did was to take out the ones that I had traded for. I had to make sure they were kept separate so I remembered which ones to give back. Then I looked at the eight that I had rescued from the trash. I had read most of them but the one I had been hoping to trade for was among them!. Awesome! I put them on the bottom shelve behind the old college text books where I had stuffed my finds from camping. I put the two remaining hardcore books on top of them and checked to make sure you could not see them easily over the text books. It was getting to be quite a pile! Feeling confident they were out of sight I took out the paper bag. Inside of the bag I got a huge shock! The first book was a glossy hardcore with what at first was what I thought a woman and man. But the woman had a dick! WTF? Boobs AND a dick? I was so confused! How was this possible? Was she born that way? It it real? I has lots of questions! I sat that one down and picked up the next book. It was a gay magazine. I had no idea that there even WERE gay magazines! It was like the normal nudie books I was used to except it had guys on the cover. I put that down the next thing I found was two books about the size of a Readers Digest. One had two guys making out on the cover the other had a Girl with a dick and a woman on it. I flipped though it and it looked like a bunch of short stories. This was new. It had a few pictured but mostly it was stories. Interesting! The last two were like the second one more gay magazines. I decided I would put the gay books and the smaller ones up on the top shelf with my other gay books. I was not sure what to do about them right at the moment. I kept out the glossy one with the chick that had a dick on it cover. This required more study! My Mom called down the stairs and said the was going to the laundromat to wash the sleeping bags from camping. They were too big for our washer and dryer. Perfect!
I put the book on the top shelf with the others and went up stairs. I waited until my Mom had packed the car and backed out of the driveway. As soon as she started driving away I went in to the bathroom and grabbed some had lotion and headed back down stairs. I reached up to the top shelf and grabbed the book with the dick girl on the cover. I had no idea what to call her but I was so turned on by the idea I didn't care at the moment! I also grabbed one of the gay books. I figured in for a penny, in for a pound! Making my way over to the couch I pulled my pants and boxers down and sat down. It was time for some one handed research! Squeezing some lotion into my right hand I slathered my demandingly hard cock with the lotion. It was cold at first as it always was. Making sure to coat my hand and cock completely. I loved the feeling as it warmed up while I was slowly lathering up. I just sat back for a bit and enjoyed the sensation. Looking over at the cover, I was still a bit confused. So I opened the book, skipping past the title page and index I went to the first pictorial. There was a blond woman in a corset and panties. Her huge tits were spilling out over the top. It looked like a regular girl. A hot girl for sure, but nothing different than any other one. The next page showed her from the rear he amazing ass was on full display. She was wearing a thong and she had both thumbs hooked in the waist band and was teasing like she was pulling them down slowly as she looked over her shoulder. My hand was making its way up and down my shaft in a slow, steady rhythm. I was in no hurry to get this over with. Mom would be gone for hours and Dad wouldn't be home until later than that. I had plenty of time to enjoy this! I turned the page and she and bent over the waist band was still looped over her thumbs but the thong was at her ankles. It was a great view of her round tanned butt. Her legs were together so all you seen was that fantastic ass. I could imagine how soft it would be. The round firmness was mesmerizing! I closed my eyes and concentrated on my cock. The feeling I was getting from my slick hand caressing the glands was so good. Turning back to the next picture she had turned around You could clearly see she had a penis and balls. There they were right where her pussy should be! It was soft but big! The balls were low hanging and large. Her shaft was resting on her ballsack with the head hanging just below it. It looked like it was about as big around as tube of toothpaste. she was just standing there with her legs slightly apart and her hands on each one of her tits. One was pinching her nipple, the other cradling a breast in her hand. He eyes were closed and her she was biting her lower lip. "Fuck that's hot!" I thought. I could almost feel her boob in my hand! (well, one hand anyway!) I sat there jacking my wood and thinking of how heavy her breasts would be. I had not had the pleasure of playing with any yet. I was told by a friend that they felt like warm soft water balloons. But I was pretty sure it had to feel better than that! My dick was throbbing by now. I let go and could see my whole penis bounce with every heartbeat. I was torn between wanting to grab it and quickly jerk off to a fast orgasm or to let myself cool down a bit and make it last. I waited a second for the pulsing to calm down and realized my body had no intention of doing that! I reached down ad gripped my cock to find it was still just a sensitive as it had been before I had let go. My decision had been made for me. Quick and fast it was! I lubed back up with the lotion that had accumulated on the web between my thumb and finger. It was warm and had been churned into a frothy buttery consistency. God it felt good! It was like a well oiled machine. I watched it as it was pistoning in and out of the tunnel my hand had made. I watched as the cap of my penis appeared and disappeared. The hole at the end would open and close as it thrust out of grasp. I looked back and forth at the picture and my lap as the heat in my balls grew. I cupped my balls with my left had and lifted them up. massaging them slowly as I fucked my fist faster. My grip was getting tighter as I got closer. My breath was coming is gasps. My mouth open as I panted. I took a quick minute to turn the page my left had them returning to its place kneading my balls. On the next page she was had gotten hard. Her erection was in one hand. Her eyes were straight forward as if she was looking right into mine. Her mouth had a seductive smile and her hair had slid forward partly covering her face. Her breasts were practically defying gravity. So firm and voluptuous. It was like she was watching me get off and was begging for me to cum. I let out an involuntary moan and started beating my meat with a fury! My had could feel my sack getting tighter as my nuts rose towards the base of my penis for the now inevitable conclusion. I stood up, Not wanting to get cum on the couch and held my had still as I pounded in and out. My hips were thrusting their momentum pushing my prick back and forth with an primal urgency. I could feel my orgasm building. I looked down at the hand pussy I was fucking as the sperm in my balls made its way into the world. The first spurt shot out violently as I held my breath. The feeling was so all consuming. I was oblivious to anything but the sensation of the cum being forcibly ejected from my body. From that point on I was lost in a head spinning haze of pleasure. I had no idea how many times my ball juice exploded from my cock. I didn't care I just wanted it to go on for ever! Slowly the palpitations of my ejaculation subsided. My dick was still spasming but I had run dry. The helmet of my prick was too sensitive to touch.
I stood there shaking and gasping. I felt warm and cold at the same time. The floor was a mess. Cum was spattered on the tile floor. One shot made it at least three foot from my groin. I stood there admiring my handy work. I was proud of the amount of cum that my balls had produced. I looked over at the VCR to see how long I had been at it. It seemed like an hour but it had only taken about twenty minutes. I stood there for a bit as my head cleared. I looked down again at the cooling splooge and decided I had better clean it up. I walked over to the laundry room and found a towel. Bringing it back I mopped up the remnants of my fun. I put my pants back on and returned the towel to the laundry. I decided to check out my new favorite book more closely.
I called up my friend John and told him to bring his baseball cards over. This was our code to let the others know that we wanted to trade. We did collect ball cards too so we had plausible deniability. You would grab your back pack or book bag with your cards and price guides in it and slip in the porn too. Unless someone looked through it carefully you were unlikely to get caught. He asked if I had any new "cards" to trade and I said "oh yeah". About fifteen minuets he was at my house. We told my Mom we were going down the basement to trade. She pretty much ignored us. It was a regular thing no reason for her to think otherwise. When we got to the basement I showed him my new collection. He had no interest in the novels. John was a good guy but not the sharpest tool in the shed. He didn't read well so that was no surprise. He looked at them and was impressed by the picture on the cover but once he figured out that that was the only pictures in the book he lost interest. Now Johns Dad had a HUGE collection of porn! He was a trucker and was on the road for weeks at a time. When he came home he always had a huge stack of new stuff. John was well aware of the capital he was sitting on and was stingy with it. But since he had the biggest collection he could be. I called him first because he had the best stuff and I could determine how good my books were by how he reacted. I had looked at the two hardcore magazines enough now that the newness had worn off. I was ready for something fresh. I showed him the two magazines and his eyes bugged out. He liked one of them much more than the other. It had a interracial couple in it. Most of the books we had were just white girls. This girl was black. No one had a hardcore book with a black girl in it! This was a game changer. I knew my status in the trade group had just gone up!
John was very interested in the book with the interracial scene. He brought out the stuff he had with him. But it was just the basic skin mags. I told him that I didn't see anything I liked so he suggested we go over to his place. His Mom was at bingo and his Dad was on the road like usual. He said his Dad had just left that morning and that was usually when he cleaned out his truck so there might be some new stuff. So I packed up the three hardcore books I had found and we left for his house. His house was only a block away so we got there fairly quickly. The two of us immediately headed for the garage. His dad kept his porn in an old footlocker. It was locked but we had found out a long time ago that the lock was easy to pick open. Pretty much any thin piece of metal could be inserted into it and trip the locking mechanism. Sure enough, in not time we had the treasure chest of porn open! I dug in looking for anything that looked worthy of trading for. John said he would trade two for one for my book. I said no deal I want five for each and I would only trade one of mine at a time. No way was I going to blow all my trade fodder at once! I wanted to milk this for a while! As we were going through the plethora of porn in the footlocker I found a few that peaked my interest and the trade was made. He wanted the one with the Black girl in it but I told him I had not read it yet so it had to be one of the others. It was a lie! I had read it several times but I knew if I held out I could use it to get something good from him if I found it. I was looking for a specific one that i had seen before but it was not in there. In fact several of the ones I had traded for before were missing. I asked John about it and he said he "Didn't know. Maybe his Dad too them with him". We both wanted some "alone time" with our new books so we agreed that we would swap back in five days. His Dad was due home shortly after that and this way he had time to get them back in the footlocker before then. He said goodbye and went in the house and left me in the garage. I thought about "borrowing" a few more. I mean, I knew how easy it was to get into the footlocker but decided against it. It would be wrong to do it, and it could cut me off from ever trading again.
As I was leaving I went over to the trash can to spit out the gum I was chewing. I opened the can and bet over to spit my gum out and right there was the magazines that were missing! His Dad must have thrown them out to make room for the new ones. Well, this is different! If they were in the trash they were fair game! I reach in and grabbed up what I could see. About eight in all. Not a bad haul! Then I seen a paper bag underneath. It looked like it had more books in it! The bag was a plain brown bag with few wrinkles in it. It was odd. I never seen books in a bag in the footlocker. I reached in and grabbed the bag. Glancing in I seen the glossy cover and a little skin. I hastily put the eight books and the bag in my back pack with my baseball cards and the other Books I had traded for. I figured I should leave before John got curious as to why I was still in the garage. I gave the trash one last quick look. Just trash bags and fast food containers. Spit my gum into the can and headed home.
I got home and headed down the basement. I wanted to see what I had acquired at Johns house. The first thing I did was to take out the ones that I had traded for. I had to make sure they were kept separate so I remembered which ones to give back. Then I looked at the eight that I had rescued from the trash. I had read most of them but the one I had been hoping to trade for was among them!. Awesome! I put them on the bottom shelve behind the old college text books where I had stuffed my finds from camping. I put the two remaining hardcore books on top of them and checked to make sure you could not see them easily over the text books. It was getting to be quite a pile! Feeling confident they were out of sight I took out the paper bag. Inside of the bag I got a huge shock! The first book was a glossy hardcore with what at first was what I thought a woman and man. But the woman had a dick! WTF? Boobs AND a dick? I was so confused! How was this possible? Was she born that way? It it real? I has lots of questions! I sat that one down and picked up the next book. It was a gay magazine. I had no idea that there even WERE gay magazines! It was like the normal nudie books I was used to except it had guys on the cover. I put that down the next thing I found was two books about the size of a Readers Digest. One had two guys making out on the cover the other had a Girl with a dick and a woman on it. I flipped though it and it looked like a bunch of short stories. This was new. It had a few pictured but mostly it was stories. Interesting! The last two were like the second one more gay magazines. I decided I would put the gay books and the smaller ones up on the top shelf with my other gay books. I was not sure what to do about them right at the moment. I kept out the glossy one with the chick that had a dick on it cover. This required more study! My Mom called down the stairs and said the was going to the laundromat to wash the sleeping bags from camping. They were too big for our washer and dryer. Perfect!
I put the book on the top shelf with the others and went up stairs. I waited until my Mom had packed the car and backed out of the driveway. As soon as she started driving away I went in to the bathroom and grabbed some had lotion and headed back down stairs. I reached up to the top shelf and grabbed the book with the dick girl on the cover. I had no idea what to call her but I was so turned on by the idea I didn't care at the moment! I also grabbed one of the gay books. I figured in for a penny, in for a pound! Making my way over to the couch I pulled my pants and boxers down and sat down. It was time for some one handed research! Squeezing some lotion into my right hand I slathered my demandingly hard cock with the lotion. It was cold at first as it always was. Making sure to coat my hand and cock completely. I loved the feeling as it warmed up while I was slowly lathering up. I just sat back for a bit and enjoyed the sensation. Looking over at the cover, I was still a bit confused. So I opened the book, skipping past the title page and index I went to the first pictorial. There was a blond woman in a corset and panties. Her huge tits were spilling out over the top. It looked like a regular girl. A hot girl for sure, but nothing different than any other one. The next page showed her from the rear he amazing ass was on full display. She was wearing a thong and she had both thumbs hooked in the waist band and was teasing like she was pulling them down slowly as she looked over her shoulder. My hand was making its way up and down my shaft in a slow, steady rhythm. I was in no hurry to get this over with. Mom would be gone for hours and Dad wouldn't be home until later than that. I had plenty of time to enjoy this! I turned the page and she and bent over the waist band was still looped over her thumbs but the thong was at her ankles. It was a great view of her round tanned butt. Her legs were together so all you seen was that fantastic ass. I could imagine how soft it would be. The round firmness was mesmerizing! I closed my eyes and concentrated on my cock. The feeling I was getting from my slick hand caressing the glands was so good. Turning back to the next picture she had turned around You could clearly see she had a penis and balls. There they were right where her pussy should be! It was soft but big! The balls were low hanging and large. Her shaft was resting on her ballsack with the head hanging just below it. It looked like it was about as big around as tube of toothpaste. she was just standing there with her legs slightly apart and her hands on each one of her tits. One was pinching her nipple, the other cradling a breast in her hand. He eyes were closed and her she was biting her lower lip. "Fuck that's hot!" I thought. I could almost feel her boob in my hand! (well, one hand anyway!) I sat there jacking my wood and thinking of how heavy her breasts would be. I had not had the pleasure of playing with any yet. I was told by a friend that they felt like warm soft water balloons. But I was pretty sure it had to feel better than that! My dick was throbbing by now. I let go and could see my whole penis bounce with every heartbeat. I was torn between wanting to grab it and quickly jerk off to a fast orgasm or to let myself cool down a bit and make it last. I waited a second for the pulsing to calm down and realized my body had no intention of doing that! I reached down ad gripped my cock to find it was still just a sensitive as it had been before I had let go. My decision had been made for me. Quick and fast it was! I lubed back up with the lotion that had accumulated on the web between my thumb and finger. It was warm and had been churned into a frothy buttery consistency. God it felt good! It was like a well oiled machine. I watched it as it was pistoning in and out of the tunnel my hand had made. I watched as the cap of my penis appeared and disappeared. The hole at the end would open and close as it thrust out of grasp. I looked back and forth at the picture and my lap as the heat in my balls grew. I cupped my balls with my left had and lifted them up. massaging them slowly as I fucked my fist faster. My grip was getting tighter as I got closer. My breath was coming is gasps. My mouth open as I panted. I took a quick minute to turn the page my left had them returning to its place kneading my balls. On the next page she was had gotten hard. Her erection was in one hand. Her eyes were straight forward as if she was looking right into mine. Her mouth had a seductive smile and her hair had slid forward partly covering her face. Her breasts were practically defying gravity. So firm and voluptuous. It was like she was watching me get off and was begging for me to cum. I let out an involuntary moan and started beating my meat with a fury! My had could feel my sack getting tighter as my nuts rose towards the base of my penis for the now inevitable conclusion. I stood up, Not wanting to get cum on the couch and held my had still as I pounded in and out. My hips were thrusting their momentum pushing my prick back and forth with an primal urgency. I could feel my orgasm building. I looked down at the hand pussy I was fucking as the sperm in my balls made its way into the world. The first spurt shot out violently as I held my breath. The feeling was so all consuming. I was oblivious to anything but the sensation of the cum being forcibly ejected from my body. From that point on I was lost in a head spinning haze of pleasure. I had no idea how many times my ball juice exploded from my cock. I didn't care I just wanted it to go on for ever! Slowly the palpitations of my ejaculation subsided. My dick was still spasming but I had run dry. The helmet of my prick was too sensitive to touch.
I stood there shaking and gasping. I felt warm and cold at the same time. The floor was a mess. Cum was spattered on the tile floor. One shot made it at least three foot from my groin. I stood there admiring my handy work. I was proud of the amount of cum that my balls had produced. I looked over at the VCR to see how long I had been at it. It seemed like an hour but it had only taken about twenty minutes. I stood there for a bit as my head cleared. I looked down again at the cooling splooge and decided I had better clean it up. I walked over to the laundry room and found a towel. Bringing it back I mopped up the remnants of my fun. I put my pants back on and returned the towel to the laundry. I decided to check out my new favorite book more closely.
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