How well I remember my first experience with porn. I was just a teenager, maybe 15 or 16, and we went to my friend's basement with his dad's old Honeywell 8mm projector, some cigarettes, and no idea what we were actually going to see.
When the lights went out and the film came on, there was this rather old, somewhat overweight lady in a doctor's office, where she appeared to be getting a physical. I say appeared because there was no sound of course, and you could only infer from his white coat, stethoscope and exam table that this was the case.
Before long, he had his stethoscope, then his tongue on her nipples as she stroked his hair. Talk about doctor-patient privilege. Before long, she was giving him oral pleasure, he was returning the favor on her (very hairy) pussy and they were fucking on the exam table. He never took of his coat, or socks and shoes for that matter. His cock was twice the size of mine for sure, leaving me self-conscious for many years to come. Speaking of which, when
he
came, he pulled out and shot all over her, which I did not understand at all.
We were in heaven, no longer just teenage boys, but suave young men well versed in the intricacies of the adult film universe. By the time we were finished with that story, the guys in school heard we had watched an academy award worthy adult film with the most gorgeous women doing the filthiest things that we had only dreamed of. Not a ten-minute silent film featuring a quickie-fuck by some past-her-prime hooker shot in someone's rec. room.
That was my initiation into porn, and it was so auspicious that I didn't see another one for ten years.
Ten years later, while a copywriter at a small ad agency, an art-director and porn enthusiast lent me a video that he recommended. It was the original Taboo, starring huge-breasted Kay Parker as a young mother who ends up in an incestuous relationship with her teenage son, some big sticked guy who I still don't know. Kay Parker was a big star at that time, and this was a good, professional film β not video, film β with a good plot, music and hot sex.
So I brought this tape home to our apartment, and my young bride and I popped in into the VCR. She had never seen a porn, or adult video, and had absolutely no idea of what to expect. Neither did I really. I certainly didn't expect what happened.
The movie came on and the plot took its time to develop, which made it watchable and fun. Not as good as a mainstream movie, mind you, but good. There was buildup and anticipation. Then the sex started happening. This was no longer amateur hour, since many of the early porn writers and directors came from the world of conventional. You could see the desire in their eyes, the sweat on their bodies, and hear their voices moaning, begging, cumming, albeit obscured by music. Of course, the pussies were still hairy but at least this was pre-silicone. Kay's tits were real, and they looked and moved like it. And she didn't moan like she was having a baby cow, she writhed and groaned with authentic passion. When she performed oral, she didn't just look at his eyes and swallow him like salami. She worshipped that cock, she rubbed it all over her face like it was her prize before she sucked it like her favorite lollipop. Of course the guy still pulled out and came on her flat stomach.
This was
hot
, I mean hotter than anything I'd ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. My wife seemed to just take it lightly, unaffected. She's far from conservative, but she's no sex addict (like me!) either. She didn't dismiss it as silly or perverted, nor was she staring with her tongue hanging out like a rabid dog β at first. But as the sex got hot and hotter, so did she. As his cock slid in and out of her and her head swayed from side to side as her giant tits shook, I could see my wife's tongue licking her lips and her hand brush her crotch a little more than casually. As her pussy started to buzz and her nipples tingle, she began fondling her own tits and squeezing her nipples with helpless lust. Within a few minutes, we were having balls to the walls, wet sucking and fucking sex all over the room. She sucked my cock with a fervent gusto, moaning and twitching as I sucked her swollen clit until she just exploded, screaming my name. Then we fucked like two rabbits in heat, shaking the furniture and soaking the upholstery with cum and the pussy juice streaming out of her.
Was I hooked on porn? What do you think?
More, I needed more! My buddy lent me some of his other videos, many of the classic films of the time. John Leslie's Talk Dirty to Me and 1001 Erotic Nights. Vista Valley PTA, Amanda By Night, Beyond Desire, Chameleon, Seven into Snowy and more.
I'm not claiming that we watched porn every night, not at all. But we did enjoy these films every few weeks and they
definitely
enhanced our sex. You just
can't