Part One

In the spring of 1977, a new boy enrolled at my school and was assigned to my homeroom. His name was Kenneth Jeffries. He was the pleasant, likeable type so he had no trouble making friends. By the end of his first week at my school, Kenneth had acquired many male buddies with his winning personality. We typically ate lunch together. As a way of thanking his new chums for being so welcoming to him, Kenneth stated that any of them were welcome to visit his home and leaf through his father’s vast collection of pornography! Kenneth described it as being “dozens of hot magazines that would make a cadaver get an erection.”

As horny teens, we were all intrigued by the idea, of course. That was quite an offer in 1977. It was a time before VCRs were common household items. Perhaps one household in a hundred had one. Sure, there were pornographic films in circulation, but you needed to own a film projector to view them. Failing that, you had to visit one of those seedy theatres in a big city to watch them alongside some very sketchy people who seemed to linger near those places. Therefore, in the late 1970s, porn generally meant magazines filled with explicit photos. Apparently, Kenneth’s father was highly addicted to such publications, both foreign and domestic, that left little to one’s imagination.

“Kenneth, doesn’t your mother object to your father’s porn collection?” asked Carl Miller, another classmate of mine, during lunch period one day. I thought that was a reasonable question.

“To be quite honest, no she doesn’t,” Kenneth replied. “She accepts that my father is captivated by the steamy pictures—and she directly benefits from it. Dad gets himself worked up into a sexual frenzy and then turns it loose on my mother. She seems quite happy with the outcome...every time.”

We all laughed loudly at that remark. It was unusual in 1977 for teens to think about their parents as sexual beings, much less talk about the idea openly. At least that was the case for me, Derek Hohlman. No matter how hard I tried, I could never picture my strait-laced, conservative parents having sex. They must have done it at least twice, however, based on the undeniable existence of me and my younger sister!

Kenneth reinforced and specified his offer. He made an open invitation for any of the six of us eating lunch with him that day to drop by his house that coming Saturday afternoon and peruse Mr. Jeffries’ vast library of sexy periodicals. I was certainly interested. I jotted down his address in my math binder. His house was located about four blocks from mine. If nothing else was happening in my dull life that day, I figured I’d make the short walk and pay a visit to Kenneth’s home to see what his father found so fascinating. In fact, I was basically hoping nothing would prevent me from doing so.

Part Two

Fortunately, it indeed turned out that I had nothing better to do that Saturday afternoon, so at about 1:30 I told my parents I was going to the home of a new classmate who said I ought to pay him a visit. They both thought it was very kind of me to be so welcoming to someone who was new to my school. “I’m just being neighborly,” I replied. I, of course, did not mention that my outing was basically to gawk at hard-core porn magazines. My parents were both avid churchgoers. Accordingly, they would have been displeased with my carnal motivation—very displeased!

It was a warm spring day, perfect for a brisk, four-block walk to view porn. When I got to Kenneth’s house, I ascended a small staircase and knocked on the door. About 20 seconds later it was answered by an extremely pretty, black-haired girl with a lovely figure whom I assumed was Kenneth’s sister—even though he’d never mentioned having one during our lunchtime chats. I was immediately smitten with this girl. In fact, I was a bit tongue-tied by her beauty.

“Let me guess,” she said with a lovely smile. “You are a classmate of Kenneth’s and he invited you to drop by today for a visit. Am I right?”

“That’s absolutely right!” I replied when I finally composed myself. I told her my name was Derek Holman and she said hers was Marcie Jeffries. She confirmed she was Kenneth’s sister. The longer I looked at her, the more attractive she became to me. She just had a beautiful, dazzling aura about her. To me, she absolutely exuded sexuality.

Marcie apologetically stated, “Well, Derek, you are the third such visitor Kenneth has had today—and he hasn’t seen any of you. Unfortunately, he’s not at home.” Marcie explained that Kenneth and both his parents were away visiting his aunt and uncle. Kenneth hoped to get into television broadcasting someday. His uncle was a big wheel at a television studio about fifty miles away, and he had arranged for Kenneth to spend an entire Saturday with him so he could observe the goings-on.

“Kenneth is a bit forgetful about commitments,” Marcie noted. “That’s a bad habit he has. He somehow forgot about his big trip to the TV studio when he invited you guys to visit today. Knowing Kenneth as well as I do, I suspect when he was reminded about today’s trip, he forgot about the Saturday invitations he made to his new friends.” Then Marcie paused for a moment before saying, “Derek, I’m assuming you, like the first two guys who arrived here, came to look at my father’s porno magazine collection. Is that right?”

The fact that Marcie knew exactly why I was at her doorstep was startling, slightly embarrassing, and a little unnerving, but I sheepishly admitted it was indeed the case. I was about to turn around and leave in shame when Marcie said, “Hey, don’t go, Derek. I have a good vibe about you. You seem like a nice fellow. Unlike the first two guys, I’ll happily show you what you came here to see. Please come in.”

I found Marcie’s invitation to be arousing. Not only was she a sexy little package herself, she was going to show me a bunch of explicit porno magazines, too! Wow! This was something out of a horny fantasy for me!

We went down a steep staircase. I quickly followed Marcie to a storage closet in the family’s basement. Inside it were three large cardboard boxes filled with magazines that were mostly European. They weren’t the type of porn you could buy at your local convenience store. Some were in English, but the majority were not. Since they were comprised mostly of photos with a minimum of text, the foreign languages they were printed in hardly mattered. Nobody would be buying these publications for their scintillating articles. It was all about the visuals.

Marcie pulled an armful of magazines from the first box, barely making a dent in the collection, and set them on a large folding table. I began to leaf through one of them. To put it succinctly, its contents were smoking hot! I saw every possible body type involved in every type of sexual escapade imaginable. I got aroused within a matter of seconds. Even better, Marcie seemed to be enjoying her father’s magazines as much as I was! That was a turn-on!

“I’ve really never looked at these magazines before,” she confessed to me. “I just knew they were kept here in these huge boxes in this closet—and I knew Dad got a kick out of looking at them. Now I can see why. Ooh, look at this picture, Derek!” She pointed to a photo of a male performing cunnilingus on a busty blonde Finnish gal. “I bet that feels great.”

“He seems to know what he’s doing,” I responded. “Yeah, look at the expression on her face! That’s total bliss!” I naively suggested, “You can’t fake that!”

We both continued to gawk at the sexy images and make comments. I noticed that Marcie was moving steadily closer to me. We were once at opposite sides of the table, but within two minutes she was standing beside me. A minute after that, she had affectionately wrapped her arms around my waist. I glanced at her and smiled. She smiled back. This was getting good!

“Derek, I know this is going to sound crazy, but you are extremely attractive to me,” she stated after a period of silence between us. “I’d really like to do some of the things I see in these pictures with you. I’ve got the whole house to myself. My family won’t be home until late tonight. Does having sex with me appeal to you? From the moment I opened the door and saw you standing there on the doorstep, I wanted to screw you. We can go to my bedroom right now, if you like.”

It took a few moments for me to digest what I’d just heard. I’d never had a sexual offer like that in my entire life. (Actually, I had never had a sexual offer of any sort before! My handful of bedroom experiences were the result of being the aggressor myself. Never had a girl suggested a romp between the sheets with me.) The fact that the offer had come from the mouth of a beautiful girl whom I had known for only about 15 minutes made it even more enticing.

“Does that appeal to me?” I repeated with a tone of wonderment. “Most definitely, yes! Lead the way, Marcie!”

“Great! Follow me!” Marcie said as she led me back up the stairs and then to her bedroom at the end of a long hallway.

Part Three

Marcie’s bedroom was very girlish. It was decorated in appealing shades of pink and tangerine. Her bed was canopied, enormous and strewn with stuffed animals, which I found to be an endearing touch. I told Marcie her bedroom was truly spectacular. Marcie smiled at the compliment I had given her. She said she had decorated it entirely herself and that she hoped to have a career someday as an interior decorator. Based on what she’d done with her bedroom, I told her she definitely possessed the necessary talent.

Marcie then naughtily commented, “Let’s see if I have other talents, Derek. Let’s get undressed right now and mimic some of the sex acts in those magazine photos.” Marcie had brought three of them to her bedroom, I suppose, in case we needed reminders of what we were trying to do.

When we were both down to our underwear, I embraced Marcie and gave her a passionate kiss. “Kissing is fun, too!” I noted. “At least it’s a great way to start.” Marcie didn’t reply to my comment; she just sexily ran the fingers from her right hand across my chest before climbing onto her soft bed. Seconds later I joined her there.

Marcie propped up two pillows to elevate her head. She lied back against them. She undid the clasp of her pristine white bra but didn’t quite remove it—which I found to be extremely sexy. I pulled off my briefs, freeing my obvious erection. It quickly sprang to life, which made Marcie giggle cutely. I removed her panties, which were also perfectly white, thus exposing a flawless, hairless vagina. It was magnificent, as attractive as any of the pussies I’d seen on the European girls from the small sample of magazines I had enjoyed so far. I almost gasped at the wonderful sight of it.

“I know what you want, Marcie! You know what? It’s exactly the same thing I want, ” I said before burying my face into her pussy and having the time of my life licking it. Marcie squirmed a bit but she greatly approved of my actions. I licked it, sucked on it, nibbled on it, and stuck my tongue inside it. It became soaked in a hurry. I eagerly lapped up its flowing juices. The taste aroused me even further. My efforts brought Marcie to an orgasm. Her squirt was surprisingly strong and gave me a bit of a surprise facial splash. I just laughed at the outcome and told my bedmate that she had given me a great compliment without having said a word. I happily licked her nether regions for several more minutes as Marcie moaned contentedly. This was definitely a positive and memorable experience for both of us!

“You definitely deserve to get a blowjob from me, Derek,” she said. “This is all new to me, but I think I know what to do based on those pictures we saw. Marcie grabbed one of the magazines from her nightstand where she had set them. She flipped to a page where a stunning redhead was skillfully stimulating a husky male’s dick with her mouth. “Let’s see if I can do this as well as she’s doing it.”

I, of course, was totally in favor of receiving fellatio from this wild little vixen. We changed places on the bed and Marcie performed her task on me at least as enthusiastically as I had performed mine on her a few minutes before, although the male model in the magazine had a huge, thick dick that I could only envy. Marcie mixed up the size of her licks, some were short and brief, some were long and passionate. I really enjoyed it when her tongue started near my testicles and slowly ran up my shaft until it hit the sensitive tip. Then Marcie would cutely give it a kiss. While she was doing that, I removed the bra that was just hanging loosely from her shoulders. Marcie’s tits were small but perky. I loved playing with them. Her nipples became stiff in a hurry. This girl was a real sexpot! It was truly my lucky day!

Not wanting to ejaculate right away—which would have happened if Marcie had continued with her blowjob for another 30 seconds or so—I placed Marcie back to her original relaxed position on her bed and began fondling and sucking on her boobs with great aplomb. “I can tell you’ve done this before, Derek!” she said to me.

“Yes, but never with a set of tits as sexy as yours,” I informed her. I was being quite truthful about that. I added, “I could suck on them for days and never tire of it.”

It occurred to me that one of the photo essays from a Dutch porn magazine that I quite liked featured a titty fuck. I desperately wanted to do that with Marcie since she was so compliant a lover. I politely asked her, “Marcie, I want to put my dick between your breasts and give them a fuck before I screw your pussy. Would that be okay with you?”

“Oh, yes, Derek. Please do that if it makes you happy,” was Marcie’s eager reply. This girl was a keeper!

I straddled my diminutive lover and rubbed my aroused penis against her breasts, making sure the tip of it contacted one aroused nipple and then the other. Then I placed the shaft between Marcie’s tits and instructed her to push them together around my erection. Then I merrily slid my dick up and down. It wasn’t what nature had intended for a male to do with his penis, but it was a damn sexy sight and a wonderfully erotic feeling. “You are a fantastic sex partner!” I told Marcie with delight.

“It’s my first time, too!” she said, pleased with herself. Marcie had hinted that this was the case, but this was absolute confirmation that I was bedding a virgin that afternoon. Somehow that welcome bit of news made my dick seem even stiffer.

“I have to fuck your pussy now; I won’t last much longer,” I noted. A guy can always tell when the big moment is approaching.

Accordingly, I repositioned myself, placed my dick at the entrance to Marcie’s spectacular pussy, and drove my penis inside her waiting crevice. Although I did it as gently as possible, I also did it with an air of authority that let Marcie know that I was now the dominant partner. She didn’t mind in the slightest as I lied on top of her and began to penetrate her with progressively harder thrusts of my aroused manhood. Marcie soaked my penis with a second orgasm which inflated my ego even more. I’d be ejaculating soon.

“I’m going to come, Marcie!” I shouted.

“Come inside me if you want!” she said without the slightest hesitation.

“I’d better not,” I responded, not being interested in fatherhood at this time in my young life. Instead, I pulled my dick from Marcie’s wet pussy with about five seconds to spare. I gave my rod a couple of tugs and then lost control. I hadn’t particularly aimed my jism to land anywhere specific, so I ended up ejaculating all over Marcie’s torso, soaking every inch of her hot body with my semen. Thick cum ropes and dozens of drops thoroughly drenched Marcie from her tits to a couple of inches above her vagina. Her navel was now a tiny pool of cum, which amused me. After a few seconds of admiring my sexual handiwork and enjoying the personal satisfaction that came with it, I moved my face back down to Marcie’s vagina so I could resume licking her feminine secretions which I had so thoroughly enjoyed earlier. Thus, I finished our carnal encounter precisely as it had begun.

Marcie and I silently embraced for about ten minutes after my cum shot. I gently caressed her breasts all the while. (I really couldn’t spend enough time fondling those treasures of hers, even if they were sticky with my seed!) Finally, I stated, “I’m so glad your brother was away this afternoon, Marcie, my love. This was the greatest experience of my life. Had Kenneth been home, I only would have looked at porn. With you I got to experience it—and it was utterly fantastic!”

“Likewise!” she replied. “I was going to take the bus to the shopping mall just for something to do today, but when two of Kenneth’s friends showed up within five minutes of each other, I figured I’d better stick around and explain to them and anyone else who might arrive that my forgetful brother was fifty miles from here. Then you showed up...and here we are sharing my bed.”

“I think we both ought to write Kenneth a thank-you letter,” I joked.

I wasn’t being serious, but Marcie thought that was a great idea. Therefore, before I left the Jeffries’ household that day, Marcie and I both signed a brief note that said, “Dear Kenneth: Thanks so much for being you. Your forgetfulness made it a memorable day for us.”