1. Saturday Morning Alone


    Date: 8/29/2017, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: eurorevenue, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

    might discover, folded up and sealed with a handful of mothballs and left on an upper shelf, the real him. I'd just take a moment, I told myself, just a glance. The second to top shelf was just about his eye line. I had to teeter on my toes. At its rear, behind, his collection of hats, were a dozen black video cases. I wouldn't have paid them any particular attention except that the paper labels had been removed and in their place, he had lettered in red marker pen, the spines 'B1' through to 'B12'. One case was out of numeric order. I pulled it out, went to put it in its correct place between 'B7' and 'B9', then hesitated. In for a sheep as much as a lamb, I told myself and opened the case. The black and white commercial label on the video said simply "Bukkake Party 4", which did nothing to assail my curiosity. The reels clunked as I turned the video over in my hands. The little window showed the tape was near its end. Of course, I went to pop the video into the player. I almost changed my mind when it wouldn't go into the slot and then I realised there was already a tape in the machine. I swapped them over and started the machine. Snow covered the suitcase sized screen. I double pressed the rewind button and took the opportunity to make my tea. While I was adding milk the tape's whirl clunked to a stop and then I heard the machine begin playing. There was some cheesy music, not his style at all, and some muffled dialogue. I couldn't make it out. I walked back from the ...
    kitchen to a scene, seemingly across half the wall, of a crowd of naked men around a single woman on her back. I didn't initially recognize what I was looking at. The symmetry made me think I was looking at a flower. The men wore erections and were all masturbating. I had never seen even one man doing that, never mind a crowd. Weren't men supposed to be shy of each others' dicks? Their hands were moving to fast for me to make out details. The woman could have been anyone's s****r or neighbour. She was biggish and had the jolly self-knowing look of a lot of big girls. Even alone I was embarrassed. I lifted the cup to my face, sipped, realised I was as naked as the people on the screen. I almost put my hand in front of myself. Just then one of the men ejaculated and then another. Their come landed across the woman's hip and heavy breast. She shrieked. It was the sound of joy. I could have turned the machine off. I should have. I didn't. I sat down with my cup and sipping my tea stared at the screen. The scene ended and was followed by another vignette and then another. I finished my drink and kept watching. My fingers found their way between my legs. I imagined I was the woman on the screen. I traced the fingers of one hand where she was streaked while the fingers of the other burrowed into me. I came, kept watching and came again. The movie came to the snow again. My heart was at the bottom of my throat as I took my cup into the kitchen and restarted the kettle. I heard the front ...
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