The Movie That Changed Me

Finding my dad’s porn stash and curiously deciding to watch a very naughty movie.

Back in the days when DVD’s were a thing, I came across a box of them in my parents’ loft. I just assumed they belonged to my dad as I curiously looked at the explicit covers. Really old men, disgustingly old men, with girls in their late teens. But barely eighteen myself, and a virgin, I was intrigued.

I took one of the DVD’s and hid it in my drawer, then waited for my parents to go out for the day before slipping it into the DVD player in my bedroom. I’d never seen porn before. Accessing it back then wasn’t like what it is today, plus I shouldn’t have been looking at such filth anyway. But I was so curious.

5’3” and petite, with long brown hair cascading down my back, sparkling hazel eyes, and a firm, perky B-cup bust that sat high on my chest, I was wearing tight shorts that hugged my round little ass and a tight tank top that clung to my sensitive nipples.

My cheeks were already warm and blushing a deep pink as I hit play and sat on my bed to watch my first ever porn movie. A forbidden thrill raced through me, making my stomach flutter with nervous excitement.

The first scene opened to a young, slim, blue-eyed blonde with small, perky breasts, similar to mine, sat on a sofa wearing a short skirt and a t-shirt. She looked eighteen or nineteen with smooth, glowing skin, long legs slightly crossed as she browsed through a magazine. She reminded me of myself.

Then an elderly man in his sixties or seventies, tall and seriously old with balding grey hair, a wrinkled face, and a hard, bulging belly that stretched his shirt and hung over his shorts, entered the room. His eyes lit up in that lecherous way I was familiar with throughout all my teenage years.

There was nothing sexy or remotely attractive about him, yet my nipples still hardened into tight, aching peaks against the fabric of my tank top, protruding obscenely because I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. A hot flush spread across my chest and down my belly as I felt my pussy begin to twitch and swell inside my shorts, my smooth, puffy outer lips growing slick and sensitive against the seam of the fabric.

She’s definitely doing it for the money, I thought, when the old man sat down and started grossly kissing her. The camera zoomed in on their tongues entwining. It was wrong, yet my heart raced wildly and I was undeniably aroused, a deep, shameful heat between my young thighs.

I imagined being her as she straddled his lap and removed her t-shirt, exposing her perky tits before kissing him deeply again. I was soaked, watching his large, gnarled hands slide up her slim body and grab them, squeezing firmly while his thumbs circled her hard, pink nipples, both moaning hotly into the sloppy kiss.

The girl unbuttoned the old man’s shirt, revealing his fat, hairy body and giggled. He groaned as her hands drifted down between them and stroked the bulge in his shorts. I watched mesmerised when she freed his thick, veiny cock. I gasped at how big and beautiful it was for an old man.

She stroked and kissed him for a few minutes, then slid off his lap and dropped to her knees between his fat spread thighs, looking up at him with innocent eyes before willingly taking him into her warm, wet mouth. How could she do it? I wondered how old she was when she lost her virginity. A forbidden rush of wetness flooded my tight little cunt as I pictured myself in her place.

The longer I watched, the less gross it seemed, and the more turned on I became. My skin felt electric, every nerve ending alive with illicit desire. I was transfixed on the TV, watching the girl swirl her tongue around the old man’s thick dome, drooling saliva down his shaft as she bobbed deeper. His wrinkled hand rested on her blonde head, guiding her gently while he groaned in pleasure. My clit pulsed in time with her movements, begging for attention.

I could no longer simply just watch. I removed my shorts, exposing my tight, shaven mound—my puffy pink lips already glistening with arousal and my small, hooded clit swollen and peeking out. I ran a finger up and down between my slick folds, parting the delicate, silky skin. God, I was drenched, thick juices coating my fingers as I spread my lips up to my clit, rubbing faster to the blowjob scene.

I so wanted to be that girl when they swapped places. She stripped off her skirt and sat on the sofa with her legs spread wide, offering her own small, shaven pussy to the old man, who also stripped naked before going down on her. The camera zoomed in, capturing the dirty bastard eating her like a meal—his old, experienced tongue lapping at her smooth, pink slit.

“Oh fuck…” I breathed, my voice huskier than I’d ever heard it before, a needy tremble running through my petite frame.

I pushed one finger inside my tight cunt, then two, curling them against that spongy spot that always drove me wild and made my toes curl. The wet, squelching sounds between my legs matched those of the girl on my TV. I wanted that old man’s tongue feasting on me, my juices dripping down his chin. My inner walls clenched greedily around my fingers as fresh arousal leaked out.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped again “Oh fuck, I’m coming.” My body trembled through the first waves of pleasure on my bed, my perky tits heaving and my thighs shaking.

But I wasn’t ready to stop watching. I pulled my tank top up, exposing my firm perky B-cups completely—their sensitive pink nipples stiff and begging to be touched—and reached over to my bedside table for my black paddle hair brush. Sleek and glossy with a smooth, reflective finish.

The handle was shaped wavy, tapering from the paddle head, curving outward for comfortable grip before ending in a rounded, bulbous base. I’d used it many times before. I actually choose my hairbrushes on the bases that they can satisfy my hair and pussy.

Back to the porn on my TV screen, I stroked my cunt with the rounded, bulbous head base of the hairbrush and pinched a nipple hard, rolling it between my fingers while the old man positioned himself between the girls spread legs. I could almost feel his cock instead of the brush stroking my lips, my slick folds parting eagerly.

The contrast turned me on so much, his wrinkly aged, heavy body hovering over her slim, youthful frame as he rubbed his cock along her slick slit before pushing in slowly. I gasped with the girl as he stretched and filled her, my own pussy fluttering with envy.

There were no words exchanged between them, just plenty of grunts and groans as he started thrusting, steady and deep, her juices coating his shaft, her legs spread wide for him as her small tits bounced on her chest.

My pussy was so wet and demanding, I slowly pushed the hairbrush handle into my body, moaning quietly as I began to gently fuck myself, eyes fixed on the old man fucking the girl. Only my legs were spread wider, knees bent, feet planted on my bed, arching my body, needing that old man in me. Every thrust of the brush sent ripples of pleasure through my body, my juices coating the glossy handle and dripping down to my tight asshole.

Despite pleasuring myself slowly, the pressure built fast. I bit my lip, but naughty moans still escaped as they switched positions. She climbed on top, sinking down onto his thick cock in reverse cowgirl. The camera caught her tight pink pussy stretching around his thick girth, her firm ass bouncing as she rode him harder. I was so jealous, my own cunt gripping the brush tighter at the sight.

Our moans grew louder and more desperate in unison. I couldn’t believe we were of a similar age, maybe we were the same age, yet she was making a dirty porn movie with a man so fucking old. He gripped her firm hips and thrust up to meet her, his hairy, saggy balls slapping against her ass. The raw, filthy sounds made my head spin with lust.

It was amazing, on my bed, sliding my hairbrush handle in and out of my tight pussy, pinching my nipples, imagining it was me riding that big old cock. Then they switched positions again. The old man bent her over the arm of the sofa next, taking her deeply from behind.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, moving my wrist faster, pinching my nipples harder as the old man ploughed her mercilessly. My whole body burned with need, sweat glistening on my smooth skin.

Then suddenly, the old man grunted and pulled out. The young girl quickly spun around and dropped to her knees again, this time cupping her tits with her tongue out, looking up at the old man, who was stroking his cock, sweating, face beetroot, about to cum.

I’d never seen a guy cum before. I started smashing my pussy with the hairbrush, moaning like a whore on my bed. With a deep groan, the old man erupted, covering the girls face in sticky, white, creamy sperm, even shooting some into her open mouth.

“Ohhhh fuck!” I cried out, twitching in orgasm, fucking myself harder than ever, turned on by the disgusting scene of an old man plastering a girl my age. My pussy spasmed violently around the brush, flooding it with my juices as intense waves of pleasure crashed over me. I kept going, still watching the TV, the girl now sucking the satisfied old man dry.

When the first scene ended and the second one began with a slightly older, curvier, busty redhead walking into a room of four equally old men playing cards, I turned the movie off and fell back flat on my bed, panting, the hairbrush between my limp thighs, the glossy handle glistening with my juice.

“Holy fuck,” I breathed, knowing I was going to watch the entire DVD that week.

And I did. I watched all of the DVD’s in the loft over the course of a few months, in between finally losing my virginity to a boy I liked at a house party. But those DVD’s messed with my sexual development. They created twisted fantasies in my head that are still with me today.

And yes, I have acted a few of those fantasies out… when I went to university and became a slut. But they are stories for another day.