around for tips. He raked in more money that way than with his
entire allowance because our folks figured he was working for it. Suckers.
I searched for another 10 minutes before
I found the box of old VHS tapes. I was expecting my trip upstairs to be over
but soon realized my troubles were only beginning. Most of the labels had
withered away and on others the pencil writing was too faint to read.
"Great…" I mumbled.
One of the reasons I liked the attic was
that I was used to it. For a long time it had been my playroom. I came here
when I wanted to be alone and I had even set up some beanbags next to the
ancient TV-VCR combo. So I dragged the box all the way to it and settled in for
what I suspected would be a tedious afternoon.
The first video featured one of my
cousins' graduation party. I fast-forwarded and aside from a few shot of my
mother there was nothing interesting. Next, it was a wedding video. My parents
made an appearance 15 minutes in, waived to the camera, but otherwise it was
another goose egg.
Then I started hitting promising results.
Some garden party with a beautiful shot of my parents dancing, my brother's
junior high graduation where dad made a speech, a Christmas morning where mom
got some jewelry and practically cried with happiness.
There were a few others and I put them
aside so I could edit them later. I was about ready to call it a day when I
reached the bottom of the box. There was this VHS in a black plastic case,
looking very professional, especially compared to the other cassettes which
were in cardboard slip cases. It was weird, I had never seen this before.
Intrigued, I pulled it out of the case
and the label only had a series of numbers on it. I saw from the reel that it
wasn't exactly at the beginning but it was close. Somebody hadn't been kind
enough to rewind, I thought with a chuckle. I put it into the VCR and hit the
Play button.
"Yeah, fuck me harder!" the
girl on the screen shouted.
Holy shit ,
this was porn! I had always figured my dad had a porn collection stashed
somewhere – everybody did – but I had never found it. Gareth and I always
imagined it was locked away somewhere in the master bedroom.
I couldn't look away from the TV. The
quality was pretty bad and from the girl's hairstyle I knew this had to be the
late 80s or early 90s. She was a redhead with milky white skin and she was
getting fucked from behind by Ron Jeremy himself. He was playing with her
asshole while ramming roughly into her pussy.
I was beginning to smile as the shock
wore off. This was old but really hot. Oftentimes, late at night, I would watch
sexy clips on my computer and play with myself. Sometimes I went for
lightning-quick orgasms and sometimes I dragged it out for hours. It was
incredible the wide array of topics that turned me on. At times I watched rough
sex, other times I liked stuff with a plot.
Now I was discovering that I enjoyed
vintage porn.
Yes, I was definitely getting aroused watching
that. Before I knew it I felt heat way down between my legs. My pussy was
getting wet and I could almost feel my lips spreading open instinctively.
"Ram that big cock into me…"
the redhead said.
My nipples hardened despite the heat of
the attic. I wasn't wearing a bra – I rarely did when I was home alone – and
looking down I noticed my nipples were almost poking through the thin shirt.
Unable to help myself, I squeezed them through the fabric and my eyes rolled
back.
I returned to watching the porn star, her
gigantic boobs swinging underneath while she was taken from behind. I suddenly
had the urge to cum so I slid a hand inside my shorts, inside my panties. It
was great to be completely naked while jilling off but it was also very sexy to
do it covertly while still dressed.
My fingers quickly found my damp folds
and I didn't waste time teasing myself. I caressed my labia and I inserted a
digit into my pussy. It felt absolutely amazing! It's like I could picture
myself on the screen in
entire allowance because our folks figured he was working for it. Suckers.
I searched for another 10 minutes before
I found the box of old VHS tapes. I was expecting my trip upstairs to be over
but soon realized my troubles were only beginning. Most of the labels had
withered away and on others the pencil writing was too faint to read.
"Great…" I mumbled.
One of the reasons I liked the attic was
that I was used to it. For a long time it had been my playroom. I came here
when I wanted to be alone and I had even set up some beanbags next to the
ancient TV-VCR combo. So I dragged the box all the way to it and settled in for
what I suspected would be a tedious afternoon.
The first video featured one of my
cousins' graduation party. I fast-forwarded and aside from a few shot of my
mother there was nothing interesting. Next, it was a wedding video. My parents
made an appearance 15 minutes in, waived to the camera, but otherwise it was
another goose egg.
Then I started hitting promising results.
Some garden party with a beautiful shot of my parents dancing, my brother's
junior high graduation where dad made a speech, a Christmas morning where mom
got some jewelry and practically cried with happiness.
There were a few others and I put them
aside so I could edit them later. I was about ready to call it a day when I
reached the bottom of the box. There was this VHS in a black plastic case,
looking very professional, especially compared to the other cassettes which
were in cardboard slip cases. It was weird, I had never seen this before.
Intrigued, I pulled it out of the case
and the label only had a series of numbers on it. I saw from the reel that it
wasn't exactly at the beginning but it was close. Somebody hadn't been kind
enough to rewind, I thought with a chuckle. I put it into the VCR and hit the
Play button.
"Yeah, fuck me harder!" the
girl on the screen shouted.
Holy shit ,
this was porn! I had always figured my dad had a porn collection stashed
somewhere – everybody did – but I had never found it. Gareth and I always
imagined it was locked away somewhere in the master bedroom.
I couldn't look away from the TV. The
quality was pretty bad and from the girl's hairstyle I knew this had to be the
late 80s or early 90s. She was a redhead with milky white skin and she was
getting fucked from behind by Ron Jeremy himself. He was playing with her
asshole while ramming roughly into her pussy.
I was beginning to smile as the shock
wore off. This was old but really hot. Oftentimes, late at night, I would watch
sexy clips on my computer and play with myself. Sometimes I went for
lightning-quick orgasms and sometimes I dragged it out for hours. It was
incredible the wide array of topics that turned me on. At times I watched rough
sex, other times I liked stuff with a plot.
Now I was discovering that I enjoyed
vintage porn.
Yes, I was definitely getting aroused watching
that. Before I knew it I felt heat way down between my legs. My pussy was
getting wet and I could almost feel my lips spreading open instinctively.
"Ram that big cock into me…"
the redhead said.
My nipples hardened despite the heat of
the attic. I wasn't wearing a bra – I rarely did when I was home alone – and
looking down I noticed my nipples were almost poking through the thin shirt.
Unable to help myself, I squeezed them through the fabric and my eyes rolled
back.
I returned to watching the porn star, her
gigantic boobs swinging underneath while she was taken from behind. I suddenly
had the urge to cum so I slid a hand inside my shorts, inside my panties. It
was great to be completely naked while jilling off but it was also very sexy to
do it covertly while still dressed.
My fingers quickly found my damp folds
and I didn't waste time teasing myself. I caressed my labia and I inserted a
digit into my pussy. It felt absolutely amazing! It's like I could picture
myself on the screen in
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