I kept going to the woods from time to time, hoping I would catch a glimpse of a couple fucking or just to masturbate hidden in the shelter. Just thinking that couples use to fuck in that place and maybe a few minutes ago there was one fucking right there used to make me horny. I would enter the shelter and imagine myself there with a man. I would raise my skirt and take off my panties and spread my legs for him and let him insert his cock and move until I had a big orgasm. Or sometimes I would imagine he was taking me on my fours. I would masturbate accordingly with the position.
But one day, one of my trips to the shelter in the woods became another major turning point in my secret life.
Until then I had never seen real porn. The most I had seen were the magazines with nude girls that I had found in my father's wardrobe. And those showed only naked or semi naked single girls. Most of them showed only nude in shy poses. Only a few of them showed completely naked girls exposing their pussies.
As usual, I approached the place with caution, in case there was someone there. Through the foliage I saw some color inside the shelter. I stopped walking to not make any noise. There wasn’t any noise or movement inside the place. I took courage and walked around to see inside. There was no one there. But on the ground there were some magazines. Porn magazines!
I was surprised. That moment marked me so much that I still remember vividly the cover of the first magazine that I saw. It had a light purple colored cover, the title was Color Climax and the photo of a pretty blonde girl with short straight hair on her fours over an elaborately ornamented gold armchair and a man penetrating her from behind (if this description is familiar to you and you happen to have or know where to find scans of this magazine, please let me know). You could see the cock penetrating her pussy very explicitly. It was the first time in my life that I was seeing something like that. My heart was pounding so hard that I was afraid someone could hear it from the road.
The first thing that stroke me was how beautiful that photo was. She was on her fours over the arms of the chair, her ass up in the air, her head back, eyes closed with an expression of pleasure on her face. The man was holding her hips, pulling her towards him and pleasure on his face also. The second thing was more of a shock. I didn’t know that a man’s cock was THAT big!! It was scary! I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to take such a big thing inside me! I thought: OMG! Will I never be able to have sex? Will I spend the rest of my life just masturbating? But the look of pleasure on her face soon assured me that it is not painful, on the contrary. So I calmed down and just enjoyed the view.
And that was just the first magazine. There were 14 in there on the ground of the shelter. I was so curious to see them that I wish I could see them all at the same time. Each one had photos more beautiful than the previous one. Yes, to me those photos looked beautiful. And I still think that photos of couples and even groups fucking are beautiful. With the exception of those of very bad taste or those depicting extreme acts, I think porn is beautiful.
I was flicking through the pages like crazy, wanting to see all photos at the same time. I was excited, my hands were trembling, my knees were powerless, my heart pounding, my pussy wet.
I sat down on the ground inside the shelter and started rubbing my pussy through my panties while looking at the photos. I needed to masturbate. I chose one photo to masturbate to: it was a very pretty young girl, long blonde hair. She was seated on a table or desk. In one page she was spreading her legs and spreading her pussy lips with her hands, offering her pussy. In the next page an older man with gray hair and gray mustache was between her legs penetrating her. She had her eyes closed and that expression of pleasure on her face. I laid down, spread my legs, put my hand inside my panties and masturbated to orgasm looking at those two photos.
I took another magazine and when I found some specially beautiful photos I did it again. And again with the next magazine. I was in heaven.
Then I realized it was becoming late. It was getting dark. I had to go. But what about the magazines? Who left them there? Will he come back for them? They seemed abandoned like they were there for days, the pages a little wrinkled and damp (from the dew! Not from something else!!). I couldn’t leave them. I put them all in my school bag and went practically running home. When I arrived my mother was already home. I entered and went straight to my bedroom and locked the door. I took the magazines from my school bag and put them under the bed. Then I went to the kitchen and found some plastic bags. I came back to my room, locked the door, took a biscuits tin can that I was using to keep my photos, postcards, letters and other things and emptied it. I took the magazines from under the bed. Chose one of them and put it under my pillow. Then I took the rest and wrapped in a plastic bag. Then I put the bundle in a bigger plastic bag and closed it with a knot and put them in the tin can. I checked to see that my mother was absorbed watching TV, went back to my room, took the box and went to the backyard. Behind the yard shed there was a big pile of bricks. I took some bricks down, put the box there and covered it with the bricks that I had taken down. My treasure was hidden and safe.
Yes, it was my treasure. In that period our country was just fresh out of communism and you couldn’t find that kind of magazines for sale in news stands. You could find them only in the black market and I suppose they cost a little fortune. So how did they end up in the woods? I don’t know. Maybe some ex-party official had them and his wife found out and he had to get rid of them. He threw them out, some kid found them in the garbage but couldn’t take them home, fearing his parents, he then took them to the woods, did what he had to do with them there and abandoned them.
Anyway, I went back to my room, locked the door and masturbated looking at the magazine that I had kept until dinner time. After dinner I went back to my room to masturbate more and I did it until I fell asleep.
That magazine, which I used to keep hidden inside a science book in my bookshelf, kept me entertained for days until I got bored of masturbating to the same photos over and over again. Then I went to the backyard and exchanged it for the next one. And so on. When I was done masturbating to all of them I would start from the first one again. They were my drug and my treasure.
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