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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Tom49 Posted on: 06 Jan 2004 1 comments
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After Desyre had given me her "most excellent" blowjob, she asked me if I would like to watch another 8mm film that she was sure I had not seen before...After Desyre had given me her "most excellent" blowjob, she asked me if I would like to watch another 8mm film that she was sure I had not seen before. I nodded "yes" as she got up and I followed her upstairs. My head was swimming from the liqueur and the images of her cum-covered body that I had seen in the pictures I had smuggled from the "box". I could smell her perfume wafting behind her as she climbed the stairs with me trailing her like a mongrel dog chasing a bitch in heat. Her fragrance was now mixed with the heat of the moment and the mustiness that I imagined was seeping from her hairless pussy lips; the Nirvanas of her womanhood. We entered her bedroom and she told me to close and bolt the door. She didn't have to ask twice. I certainly didn't want the children romping through the door looking for a glass of milk or a warm body to snuggle up to. Desyre opened the closet and removed the 8mm projector from its case and set it up on one of the nightstands. She then removed a metal box that was on the floor of the closet and using a small key that she had retrieved from somewhere; she opened the box and extracted a small reel of 8mm film that was in the box. She was right, I had not seen the movie reel she was holding, but I had seen the locked box. I had figured that is contained money of jewelry and had left it alone during my searches that had been completed during previous "porn-scavenging" forays. As she completed threading the film onto the projector sprockets, I stood back and admired this petite thirty-eight year old dark haired vixen, my professor's wife, a loving mother, who had been my main masturbation fantasy for the past year. When she had finished setting up the projector she dropped down onto the bed in all of her resplendent nakedness. Suffice-it-to-say, she was the epitome of the hard-bodied young women with whom I had been intimate during my high school, lifeguard and college sexual experiences. And, she was now lying naked on her bed in exactly the place I had "seen" her for months in the Polaroid photos. In a moment I was lying next to her with my cock pulsing, purple with the passion of the moment. She reached over and turned off the lamp next to the bed and said, "Tom, you obviously know how to turn on the projector, right?" And, I did. This was the late 1960's and what I saw on that homemade movie certainly played a significant part in my future sexual development. The movie opened with a shot of the outside of a bungalow home that was typical of the red brick two-story row homes that were found in any Midwestern City. The movie was obviously filmed during the winter with about a foot of snow covering the ground. The camera soon panned from the house to a group of 7 people who were standing on the sidewalk next to three cars that were parked in the driveway beside the house. There were men and women, dressed in cold-weather coats with hats, scarves and gloves and as the camera turned toward them, they all smiled and waved animatedly into the lens. The camera followed them as they walked up the stone front stairs onto the porch and disappeared, waving, through the front door of the home. The next shots were from inside the home and appeared to have been made in a large family room or basement with a fireplace, knotty pine wood paneling and overstuffed furniture. There were three men and four women and Desyre was easily recognizable sitting on one of the couches. She was wearing a blue and white striped angora-type sweater, a short pleated dark blue skirt, with dark net nylons and ankle-high shoe-boots with 2 or 3-inch heels. Now, as she was lying naked on her bed, she told me that Robert was actually shooting the movies and that the other people were friends that they knew from the time when they lived in a nearby large city in the northern part of the state. As the movie played on the wall of the bedroom, I watched the various people moving around the room and one of the men reached down and helped Desyre up from the couch. I then was mesmerized as I watched all of the people begin to undress and place their clothes on a table that was in a corner of the room. While I watched the "players" in the movie I felt Desyre's small hand grasp my erect penis and begin to pump her fist up and down with a feathery light touch that caused me to experience shivers as my cock began to pulse in her hand. I also watched her in the film as she stripped to a black bra and garter belt, and stood facing the camera with an open mouth smile and her hands on her slim hips. Her dark net nylons and black shoe boots accentuated the sensual stance of a woman who was ready for sex. The room in the film was now filled with the dancing bodies of the four woman and three men who began to pair off with Desyre going arm-in-arm with a tall thin man with longish red hair and a beard. As I watched the movie "reel" Desyre image slide down to her knees in front of this man and take his flaccid cock into her mouth I also saw "real" Desyre move to a kneeling position on the bed and slide her wet and gaping mouth over my own engorged and pulsating prick. She had only plunged her head up and down three or four times when I felt my orgasm begin to churn and the first spurts of semen blasted from my cock into the now deep-sucking mouth of my professor's sex-crazed wife. Desyre never missed a drop of my cum as she sucked and bobbed with her brown tresses moving to the rhythm of my exploding sticky offerings. The images on the wall from the flickering film became a blur as I felt her lift her leg over my hips and impale my still hard member deeply into her warm and wet vagina. She was turned toward the wall and I was able to watch as she fucked me with her tightly gripping vagina on the bed as well as her movie image sucked the now stiff but small 4-inch uncircumcised dick of the long-haired hippy man in the movie. Surreal was now becoming real. As she moved her hips in a rotating up and down movement that allowed my cock to drive deeply into her cunt as she moved her hips downward and then have all but the very sensitive head exposed as she lifted her pussy up before again sinking straight down with a grace and deftness that validated years of time-tested sexual experience. As I watched the movie I could see the camera image move in for a close-up of Desyre's beautiful face as the stiff little cock sprayed it's first thick and glutinous shot of semen into her right eye and then follow with three more spurts of white gooey cum that coated the side of face from her closed eyelid to her now dripping chin. The camera then panned back and I could see two more cocks, one on either side of her face, being jacked off by pumping female hands. As the whirring fists moved around these beet-red organs the jacking took on a silent synchronized rhythm with each piss hole noticeably flaring as they simultaneously began to shoot sticky streams of semen onto Desyre's smiling image on the film. I watched the cum on her projected face glisten from the lamp bar under the old 8mm camera as I felt my own orgasm building again as Desyre's gyrations quickened and she began to moan and grip my ankles. She rode my cock toward the first of many orgasms that she was to experience that evening. Desyre was the first lover that I had ever had that liked talking "dirty" as we fucked and sucked the night away. She whispered to me about how she fucked all three of the men in the movie that day; even though I was only privileged to watch her suck the first guy's cock and then take the viscous cum-loads of the other two men in the film onto her face. As she talked softly about fucking the three guys while her husband filmed the scene she said she had watched while her husband had received a blowjob from one of the unseen women at the home. As she talked of fucking these other men as her husband watched, we began to cum together on her own marital bed and I shot another of my "virile" loads deep into her love tunnel, as I watched her smiling film image turn and look directly into the lens with three loads of semen coating her face. As our own orgasms subsided, the film ran out and the loose end of the film clicked as the finished reel continued to spin. I reached over and turned off the projector.I felt Desyre dismount from my still rigid dick, turn around to face me, and slide up straddling my chest until her cum drenched cunt was firmly planted on my mouth. I don't remember sleeping that night, but do remember the alarm going off about 6am and Desyre telling me it was time for me to move into the other bedroom before the children awoke. I slipped out of the sweat and cum-soaked bed and made my way into the next room where I woke up about 11:30am when Jamilyn knocked on my bedroom door and told me it was time to get up and eat lunch. After jumping into the bathtub, I dressed and went downstairs and found the perfect university faculty family sitting around the table waiting to say the blessing before the noon meal. I folded my hands as the children prayed for the safe return of their father and a safe bike ride back to campus for me. Needless to say, I had several things to be thankful for that morning and even today I count my blessings for the eternal wealth of masturbation images that I can conger up about the McDougall family. Though I baby-sat several more times before the end of the school year, I never again had the pleasure of Mrs. McDougall's personal attentions, though there is one more McDougall saga that demands attention for another chapter in my sexual exploration and development.