Discovering Other Peoples' Porn

Babysitting in the early '70s, I was only paid 50 cents an hour per child, but discovering other peoples' porn was priceless.

Babysitting in the early '70s, I was only paid 50 cents an hour per child, but discovering other peoples' porn was priceless.

At 13 and 14, I was in high demand as a babysitter. The kids liked me because I'd laugh with them, play board games and read Dr. Seuss books to them at bedtime. But... Once the little rascals were asleep, my 'hunt' began... My hunt to score erotic, or hopefully pornographic, reading materials to satisfy my need to masturbate during those long, quiet evening hours before the parents returned home.

Usually, I didn't have to look far... this was the "Swingin' '70s" after all. These 'hip' people thought it was cool to display their sexually-related goodies right out on the bookcase in the living room. My first finds - no decent horny household was without them - were "Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex, But Were Afraid To Ask," "The Senuous Woman," and "The Senuous Man."

These titles provided me hours and hours of stimulating reading over dozens of calls back to the homes. I'd sit in a nice, big Lazy Boy recliner if they had one - such a wonderful position, rocked back with my feet up... perfect for diddling my hard and hungry little clit - always through panties (until I was 19, but that's another chapter further down the road).

My favorite focus, as you guys already know, was male masturbation, orgasm and ejaculation. I SO envied (and still do) mens' ability to stroke that beautiful piece of flesh until the pleasure builds into a violent intensity that is only satisfied by the inevitable, shattering, spurting cum. The best chapter in "The Sensuous Man" included a man discussing the fact that jacking off and cumming was a great thing - anytime, anywhere... Even on a bus traveling down the interstate. Of course, this was still the dawn of open sexuality, so he did it in the bus bathroom - returning to his seat flushed and sleepy-smiling, but that was enough for me. I fingered myself over and over again to that story, oftentimes - even though I could orgasm several times in a row easily when I chose to - building up to the brink, the hot flush and edge of that first outrageous pulse in my cunt - and stop... leaving myself panting and my clit throbbing. And then I'd begin again, sometimes after skimming through the chapters for new 'ammunition' to finally work myself into a massive, groaning, body-jerking climax.

"The Sensuous Woman"... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..... One of my very favorites. Not because it taught me about myself, so much, but it taught me fellatio! I wouldn't come to practice the art until I was 17, but I learned it well. And worked myself into dozens and dozens of hot, pubescent cums at the thought of the pleasure the MAN derived from being expertly sucked by succulent, tight and wet lips, tongue and mouth. Just the thought of a guy's cock involuntary jerking spasms and spewing into my mouth, the mouth that won the privilege, the mouth that sweet-talked and kissed him, but now controlled him through desire and made him grunt for more... MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmm... Perhaps I wasn't THAT insightful at 14, but I did know that a guy's orgasm triggers my own. I was fascinated with the entire process.... Anything a guy would experience, alone or with a partner, that would bring him off.

"EYAWTKABSBWATA" was the creme de la creme of mind candy from 'legitimate' sources. Oh my god! How many pages are in here that cover JUST MASTURBATION?!? WHOA BABY! Lemme at it!!

Let's see....... There were blind girls in special school that would sit in chairs with one leg bent beneath them, the heel of their foot - and sometimes shoes - nestled in their slits... resting against their clits. The girls would rock back and forth, back and forth - oh-so-innocently - unnoticed by the teachers... Unless the teacher was looking as they shuddered in orgasm, their sweet faces twisting into naughty orgasmic displays for just moments. There was the woman who learned to cum as a child by frigging herself with a nicely-rounded pencil eraser that fit perfectly inside her clit hood, where she made circles and circles and circles with it at every possible opportunity.... with the same goal as all the rest of us... peaking and flying over the edge into our cums.

And, best of all.... The chapter on the boys! Circle jerks and racing to shoot off before their buddies (the learned 'waiting'... later..... heh). Experimenting with each other, discovering the wonderful touch of another boys' hand to their still-growing cocks. The fine art of humping things..... Mattresses, pillows, furniture, people.... Anything... just to get off! Boy, did I ever! For every stroking, jacking, jerking, humping boy cum in this great book, I multiplied them countless times as I came with them again and again... re-reading every wet, pulsing moment while I masturbated furiously to build up to a simultaneous climax with these new, wonderful 'friends.'

If you're UP for more..... There's one more book..... A very special book about a very special boy. I discovered this special book in another family's living room bookshelf.... And masturbated and masturbated and masturbated while lying down on their sofa, the window blinds open so that I could spot their car pulling into the driveway and quickly zip up my shorts and fly the book back to the shelf... just......in ......time.

"Portnoy's Complaint" The bible for all obsessive masturbators. This kid brought me off so many times, I can't begin to count. He jumped up from the dinner table and ran to the bathroom to whack off any time his cock sprang into action during a meal. His father pounding on the door, his mother demanding to look in the toilet when he was through - only to be pissed off at him when he flushed on the way out. Hanging his sister's bra between knobs, and shining his own while he stared at it swaying there, beckoning his cum. Standing and shooting into the mirror so he could watch it cum out - only to have to clean the toothbrushes off afterwards. *L*

Then we had him going to the movies - up into the balcony - and jerking off into an empty Almond Joy candy bar wrapper. Daring to go to a burlesque house, clandestinely stroking off into his baseball mit, while watching in horror as the man a couple of rows down shot his load into his hat. Going on a picnic.... Hiding in the trees to 'fuck' a cored apple - I loved this one, and still get off on the bump-bump-bump sensation I imagine he experienced every time the ridge of his deliciously sensitive cock head pumped in and out of the cool, wet fruit. Finally, the ultimate food fuck..... Portnoy - running an errand to the butcher for his mother.... hides behind a billboard on the way home and opens the paper-wrapped chunk of dark, slippery liver - his family's dinner for the night, and wraps it around his aching, hard cock to fuck it madly.... cumming all over the ground before delivering it home to mom - eventually eating it.... knowing.

I haven't read Mr. Portnoy's tales in a very, very long time, but they've stayed with me. I still bring them up on instant recall during long, luxurious sessions with my fingers and toys. This very special book will always be on my personal 'Bestsellers List.'

And so we see.......... Paperback turn-ons are a must - for most.

Thanks for joining me...... reminiscing.......... again.