Friend's Movies Part One - Sex Stories

Friend's Movies Part One

Chapter 1 – In the Beginning My basement hobby room was dark, the only light from the flat screen monitor showing a buxom, mature brunette being ravaged by three hung black males. Four of my friends and I watched intently as the woman wantonly sucked one black cock, then another, as she was being pummeled by another black cock in her pussy. We started watching the porn videos several months ago, after one of the guys found my stash of porn DVD’s I had in an old cabinet under the stairway. The five of us did small woodworking projects like toy cabinets or roll top desks, even putting together several grandfather clocks. My basement was perfect; it had a walkout sliding door, so we could use a back patio for larger projects, and it was climate controlled. I had disconnected the HVAC system for the basement from the rest of the house to help keep odors and dust from migrating to the rest of our home, and installed a separate system for the basement work area. The woman on the screen now had at least one big load smeared on her face as the second black male continued using her mouth. The third now pulled his ten inch monster from her well used pussy, his load oozing from the white female's orifice. “Okay, let's watch this one. I got it today from one of the guys in the shipping department,” my best friend Greg said as he made his way to the DVD player. This time, another mature woman was shown parking her car by a XXX theater, showing a lot of leg as she exited her vehicle. She ...

... headed across a dimly lit parking lot to a door under an awning, announcing it as an adult theater. Within minutes she was in the front row, eagerly bouncing up and down one cock while she turned from side to side sucking on two more. “What the hell are you guys doing?” I heard my wife shout as she stood at the bottom of the stairs. I thought she would be gone until at least ten playing bridge with her gal friends, wives of a couple of the guys now scrambling to turn the lights on and the TV off. “Oh, shit!” Keith blurted out as he grabbed his jacket and bounded up the stairs to safety. In less than fifteen seconds, I was left standing there with an irate wife, still interrogating me about what we were doing. “Look, hon, we didn’t have any hookers or strippers, just watching some porn,” I attempted to sooth her now, very ruffled feathers. “Is this what you guys do every week down here, watch women being used by multiple males in weird and nasty sex acts?” She pointed at the screen, the video still playing. Guess they couldn’t find the control. “It’s all innocent, nobody got hurt.” I was grabbing at straws; my buddies had all abandoned me. “And . . . and those men. . .” my wife’s voice trailed off. She was now staring at the video playing on the screen as the woman was bent over, holding her ankles as a black male stood behind her and slowly slid his ten inch cock in and out of the mature, white female’s vagina. “Oh, my God, I don’t believe how big his thing is,” she exclaimed ...