My Porn Delivery to a Baptist

Frankie sells porn videos as a sideline. When his friend Nolan makes a delivery for him to a Baptist athlete's home, Nolan's night is full of surprises!

My name is Nolan Davidson. In the early and mid-1980s, my friend Franklin Garneau and I supplemented our incomes by officiating amateur sports events year-round. From April through September (and sometimes longer), it was umpiring softball games. During the other months, we officiated hockey games. We worked well as a team. We had an ongoing request that we be paired together for the same games as often as possible, and the leagues’ assignors often obliged us. We were both the same age—in our early twenties--so we had youth and stamina on our side, which were handy attributes to have when we sometimes umpired 17 softball games over the course of a single weekend, or refereed six straight hockey games without a meal break.

In the area of Canada where we lived, there was a heavy presence of Baptist churches whose parishioners formed their own circuit of sports leagues. Despite their being extremely religious, the churchgoers who played in these leagues were deadly serious about their sports and highly competitive. They were also quite generous and friendly to the officials they liked. Franklin and I fit that description. They often provided us with cold drinks during those hot, summer days on dry and dusty ball diamonds, and got us food from arena concession stands that we could wolf down in the few minutes we had between hockey games. Their concern for us was greatly appreciated.

Franklin also had another sideline; it was a lucrative one. VCRs were becoming a common presence in people’s homes and he was happy to provide anyone he encountered with VHS copies of explicit pornographic films. Franklin would buy them in bulk quantities from a distributor in Vancouver, have them shipped to his house, and then resell them (at a profit, of course) to whomever wanted to buy them. Franklin secretly had a huge customer base among the Baptist church athletes that seemed to grow by the week. Once I saw a shipment of 24 videos arrive by courier at Franklin’s home of which there were 16 VHS copies of one porn flick and eight copies of another. “I’ll easily sell all of these in two weeks,” he confidently told me. “Then my next shipment of 24 cassettes ought to arrive.”

Of course, Franklin’s clients among the Baptist athletes were very discreet about their purchases. They’d just happen to be carrying their equipment bags when they saw Franklin standing by his car in the parking lot. Franklin would deftly drop a cassette or two into the bag and quietly receive a payment in return. Franklin suspected that many of his regular buyers were likely selling the VHS tapes to other members of their congregations at substantially inflated prices. He found it all very amusing since pornography, liquor, gambling, and other worldly vices were considered taboo in their Baptist faith.

One winter Saturday afternoon in 1984 when I was 20 years old, Franklin and I had finished working a Baptist hockey game. We had travelled to the arena in his vehicle. One of Franklin’s regular clients, Dennis, who was the same age we were, stealthily approached Franklin’s car to pick up and pay for his latest order of porno flicks. Franklin smacked his head and apologized as soon as he realized he had forgotten to bring them to the arena. Franklin had a family function to attend that night. Therefore, he arranged to give the videos to me and I would deliver them to Dennis who lived just a short drive from my house. This slight delay was okay with Dennis, who prepaid Franklin for the two new cassettes he had ordered. Dennis wrote his address on a slip of paper and asked me to deliver them at about 6 p.m.

When I got to Dennis’ home—a very luxurious one—he invited me inside. I was careful to conceal the porn cassettes in a black plastic bag just in case one or both of his parents or his younger sister Emmaline were home. I need not have worried. Dennis explained that his parents were away on a weekend excursion and would not be home until late on Sunday and Emmaline was staying overnight at a friend’s house. I handed Dennis the bag. He opened it to confirm the two cinematic masterpieces inside it were the pair he had ordered from Franklin.

Quite pleased with his latest acquisition, Dennis asked me, “Nolan, do you want to stay and watch one of them?”

For some reason I laughed at the unexpected invitation. I did not own a VCR yet—that would change within a couple of months—so I had never rented or ever seen a porno movie despite being at Franklin’s home frequently. Franklin preferred to watch his collection privately. I had a strong suspicion why that was the case. However, when opportunity knocks, I answer the door. “Okay, sure,” I replied after a moment’s indecision.

Dennis looked at the back of the cassettes carefully. “Oh, great! I really like the main actress in this one,” he voluntarily informed me. “She has a really sexy body and fabulously great tits. I’m going to enjoy watching this film.”

I had obviously never heard such comments come from Dennis before. He often led his church’s team in the mandatory prayer before games began. The term “fabulously great tits” was never part of any prayer I had ever heard him say!

Dennis removed the cellophane, turned on the large TV set in the living room, and inserted the VHS tape into the machine. The last part captured my attention because I had only seen VCR films during my college classes; I had not paid much attention to how the gizmos actually operated. To me, VCRs were not much different than tape recorders—but how the images on the videotape were projected onto a TV screen was beyond me. Understanding new technology was not exactly one of my strengths.

Dennis sat in a leather recliner while I sat on the couch. He picked up a remote control, pressed a button...and the first dirty movie I ever saw in my 20 years was suddenly on the TV screen.

Porn films in the 1980s usually had plots or something resembling them. The 63-minute feature film I was viewing was about a hypersexual woman whose husband could only partially satisfy her lust. Therefore, she was constantly screwing around with co-workers, neighbors, or guys she happened to meet at the supermarket or laundromat. I had to agree with Dennis that the female star was indeed a looker. She was a short-statured, tanned, California blonde with slightly oversized breasts and a very pretty face. She was also very enthusiastic in her lovemaking endeavors and fairly athletic in the way she carried them out.

I had been looking at porn magazines since I was 10 or 11 years old, but this was clearly a step up. I was captivated seeing such sexually explicit scenes in movies. I would become sexually aroused just watching kissing scenes in mainstream movies, so I got an immediate erection from watching this shapely gal do her stuff.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the movie was having the same effect on Dennis—but he was taking it a few steps further. He had dropped his pants and his underwear to his ankles and, with the help of a bottle of lubricant, was busily tugging on his rod! He didn’t seem embarrassed by what he was doing in front of someone who was only slightly better than a stranger. When he saw me glancing at him, he stopped pleasuring himself for a moment and unapologetically stated, “I jerk off to Franklin’s movies all the time. I prepare for them with this lube and a roll of paper towels.” I hadn’t noticed the latter as it was on the floor off to one side of his recliner. “Masturbating while watching this beautiful girl having sex feels so good!” He paused the video for a moment and asked me, “Do you want to do this, too, Nolan? Feel free to join me. Jerk off if you want to. You can use my bottle of lube to help you come.”

I quickly balked at such an idea. “No thanks, Dennis, ” I politely replied. “But don’t let me stop you from enjoying yourself. Keep doing what you’re doing if you enjoy it.”

“Yes, I certainly am enjoying, so I will keep on doing it, ” he said without hesitation. Then he resumed the movie.

About three minutes later, a scene where the blonde beauty was being fucked from behind by a deliveryman put Dennis past the point of no return. While stroking himself vigorously with his right hand, he grabbed the roll of paper towels with his left. With only a fraction of a second to spare, he ripped off a handful of Bounty sheets and placed them on top of his penis to catch the mess. It must have been a terrific cum shot as Dennis let out a pleasurable groan as he ejaculated. This porn actress was so desirable I feared I too would come very soon without the benefit of even touching myself. In a way, I was sort of thankful that Dennis’ exploits turned my attention away from the cum-covered blonde on the TV screen. I could see from the digital counter on the VCR that only 15 minutes of the film had elapsed.

“You don’t know what you’re missing, Nolan!” Dennis stated. “It’s healthy for a young man to empty his balls regularly. Hey, there’s still lots of time left in this movie. I’m going to try for another cum shot. You should too.”

I was about to decline the offer again when the telephone rang. Dennis picked up the receiver with one hand while he wiped the jism off his scrotum with the other. The phone conversation was brief. “Jeez, I forgot about that!” Dennis stated in a panicky tone. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” Then he hung up the phone.

“That was Pastor Samuel from the church. I forgot that I had volunteered tonight to help with the youth group activities. I’m needed, so I have to be there.” Then Dennis added, “It’s a good thing I had that big cum shot just now. It would be highly improper for me to be wandering around some of those pretty, young, Baptist girls with a huge erection bulging in my pants.”

I laughed out loud at that comment, but Dennis saw that I had a noticeable bulge in my jeans from watching just a quarter hour of that porno movie. “You obviously need a release, too, Nolan, ” he said. “I have to go to the church, but you can stay and finish watching the film. Here’s the remote control. It’s simple. A small child can operate it. I’ll leave now, but you can stay as long as you want to do what you ought to do. Just stop the VCR and turn out the house lights before you go. Pull the outside door shut and it will lock behind you. One other thing: Please put your messy paper towels in this garbage pail, like I did, when you’ve done your business.”

I agreed with a laugh and Dennis headed out the door. I heard him start the engine of his car and pull out of the driveway. Then I took his spot in the leather recliner he had been seated in since it looked comfy—and it had the bottle of lube and paper towels nearby. Dennis was right; restarting the VCR was an easy task. As the movie advanced to the next scene, I prepared myself by dropping my pants and briefs to my ankles.

I was about three or four minutes into the movie’s next scene, in which the sexy and insatiable blonde was performing fellatio on one of her office coworkers in the photocopy room. I had a blob of cool lube in my hand and had just started to apply it to my firm dick when I was startled. I heard the front door open. I assumed Dennis had forgotten something, but I was terribly wrong about that. It was not Dennis at all. It was his 18-year-old sister, Emmaline. She had just shouted, “Whose car is in the driveway?” when she noticed me. We barely knew each other. I had only seen her at a few of her brother’s sports events. I wasn’t even sure she’d recognize me. She was a cutie so I found out her name. I was hoping to meet her sometime—but definitely not like this!

Then she saw me in a rather embarrassing position, sitting on the leather recliner, holding my stiff dick with one hand and a bottle of lube in my left hand, and watching a porno movie. “Who are you?” Emmaline began with an angry tone in her voice, but then she answered her own question, stating, “Oh, I know you. You’re the softball umpire!”

“Yeah, I’m Nolan Davidson. I’m also a hockey referee,” I added with more than a bit of embarrassment in my voice.

“I suppose Dennis invited you here,” she concluded. “Where is he? I don’t see his car in the driveway.”

“Dennis got called into church by your pastor. He had forgotten about a commitment to assist with a youth group tonight. He had invited me over to watch movies with him. We started one, but then he got called away. He told me I could finish watching the movie and lock the house when I left.”

I made the mistake of pointing to the TV when I mentioned watching movies. Emmaline finally noticed what was on the screen. A well-endowed actor was sexily rubbing his penis across the blonde’s face. “What channel are you watching?” she asked in disbelief. “I’ve never seen this kind of stuff on TV before!”

“It’s not a TV channel, ” I explained. “It’s a video cassette being played on the VCR.”

Emmaline saw the empty box for the movie in the VCR and the unopened second movie on top of the TV set. “Now I know why Dennis always wants me to leave the house when our parents go somewhere!” she stated.

“I guess you’re right,” I said. “If you had been here five minutes ago, you would have probably found both me and your brother masturbating to this movie. He said you’d be at a friend’s house all night.”

“He misunderstood my schedule,” Emmaline informed me. “I had told Dennis I might stay all night at Cathy’s place, but it wasn’t a certainty. So here I am.”

“I’m really embarrassed by this situation,” I said. “I better go home. I’d appreciate it if you said nothing about this to your parents when you next see them. You can fink on your brother all you like, though.”

I had already yanked up my briefs and I had started to lift my jeans back into place when Emmaline said, “Wait a minute, Nolan. I think you should stay for a while.”

“What?” I said with incredulity.

“I think we should watch the movie together and then maybe mimic some of the scenes ourselves,” Emmaline suggested.

“What?” I said again, this time even more loudly.

“I’ve always thought you were a good-looking guy in your umpire’s uniform, Nolan,” Emmaline confessed. “I’m an unmarried, obedient, good Baptist girl, so I’ve never done anything sexual in my life. I’ve never even been on a date. Tonight presents a great opportunity for me to have a bit of fun: My parents are gone. Dennis is gone for at least two hours, and you are here with your penis pointing high in the air. I think the signs point to us doing sex things, don’t you? Are you interested, Nolan?”

I paused the movie, paused myself, and then replied, “This is weird, but I’ve been heavily sexually aroused twice tonight and I feel like I’m going to burst if I don’t have a release. So, yeah, I’m in favor of having sex with you, Emmaline. Besides, I think you are hot. I often look at you in the stands when I’m officiating.”

“You do? Wow! That’s great” Emmaline said with enthusiasm. “Let me take my winter coat off and we can start. Nolan, get completely undressed and get the movie ready to roll from where you stopped it.”

I did as I was told. Within 30 seconds I was completely nude and back to having a full erection after a slight hiatus. I was also coating it with a fresh glob of lube. Emmaline appeared in front of me and disrobed far too quickly for my liking.

“You should have done that slower. It would have turned me on more,” I told her.

She pointed at my equipment and asked, “More than you are already, Nolan? I think that’s impossible.”

I had only begun to ogle her lovely 5’6” frame. Emmaline had shoulder-length, straight black hair, greenish-blue eyes, and a fabulous figure for an 18-year-old. She had very full breasts that gave her an hourglass figure. Her hairy, virgin pussy looked very inviting. I didn’t get to see her behind because she immediately sat on my lap and put her arms around me.

“Turn the movie on,” Emmaline instructed. “We can watch it together with me sitting here on your lap. If we see something in the film that we want to do, we’ll do it, too! Have I missed anything important in the plot?”

I laughed and said, “I think there’s a plot here: Beautiful blonde fucks every male she sees who has a pulse. Porno movies aren’t renowned for their gripping storylines.” I didn’t tell Emmaline this happened to be the first one I had ever watched in my life, too.

When the film resumed, the couple was pleasuring each other—which was a nice coincidence for us. Emmaline started gently tugging on my lubricated phallus and I started to fondle her terrific pair of tits. When the actor began sucking on the blonde’s nipples with gusto, I did the same with Emmaline. I could tell by her reaction that she liked what I was doing.

Shortly thereafter, the twosome on the screen went into fucking mode with the blonde riding the male’s dick while he was contentedly sitting on a reclining chair.

“Monkey see, monkey do!” announced Emmaline as she mounted my dick. The fact that she was allegedly a virgin astounded me because she did not whimper or hesitate in the slightest as my dick went as far up her vagina as it possibly could.

I was enjoying my penetration of this beautiful teen, but I was not buying the virgin tale. I put my hands on her waist and lifted her up and down on my shaft several times. Then I stopped and said, “Come on, Emmaline, you can’t fool me. You’ve had sex before, haven’t you?”

“Well, yes,” she admitted. “I was being totally truthful about never having been on a date before, but I lied about the sex part. A few years ago, a boy in my middle-school class told me he loved me, took advantage of my innocence, and we had sex a few times in the wooded area near my school. Then he and his family moved out of town. He had known he was moving, but he didn’t tell anyone else, not even our teacher! He sweet-talked me and at least one other female classmate into having sex with him before he skipped town. The other girl and I had both been conned. I was so embarrassed. I’ve never told my parents, of course.”

Neither one of us said a word for a few seconds. Then Emmaline announced, “Hey, the guy on screen just pulled his penis out of the girl and shot a big load of cum on her tummy. That looks sensational, Nolan. Let’s do that.”

It was a terrific suggestion. We resumed our fucking on the leather chair for about two minutes until I felt a tingly sensation in my groin. I recognized the sign of an inevitable orgasm. I pulled out of Emmaline’s marvelous pussy. Just like the talented actor on the screen, I launched a sizable cum shot, most of which hit Emmaline near her navel. Other bits of goo splattered on the chair and on the red carpet on the floor. (I’d clean that up later.) I buried my face between Emmaline’s beautiful, perky breasts and sighed with contentment.

Emmaline inquired, “Can you do that once more, Nolan? That was fun. I want to mimic what comes next in the movie, whatever it might be. I liked your dick inside of me. In the past 30 minutes I’ve learned that we Baptists miss out on a lot of fun by being celibate.”

“I’ve learned something, too,” I said with a chuckle. “In the past 30 minutes I’ve realized I’ve missed out on a lot of fun by not having a VCR and a collection of porno films to enjoy when I’m alone—or better yet with a beautiful girl on my lap!”