8. What is " Mr. Peeper's Home Videos"?
Mr Peepers was an amateur video series produced in Porn Valley, USA. The first video my ex and I made when we got into the LA porn scene was shot for Mr Peepers by a guy named Paul who would later become reborn as the notorious Max Hardcore.
The valley was melt-the-tarmac hot and another couple to shoot was at the duplex which was completely empty save for the wall-to-wall brown and orange shag carpet circa 1981.
The other couple was a cute blond pair who had big porn hair that had done a few porns already. Paul wanted them to go first "so they could show us what to do". Ok. No problem. No matter that we had shot a bunch of homemade amateur videos, spent a couple of years studying the biz, doing tantric sex workshops, and reading everything from feminist anti-porn rhetoric to every sex manual known to the western world. We were ready. I guess we just didn't look like we were ready. We didn't have the right hair.
So we would wait, sweating away while the other couple went horizontal. And sweat. And wait some more while standing there dripping. The experienced couple was having issues. Or more appropriately the dude was having difficulties keeping his dick hard. Apparently it kept melting away before any good "core" could be shot.
Finally, Paul decided to move on and give the panting pair a break. Time for me and Alyssa. Paul's brother opened some doors and windows to try and get some air flow to cool the place down.
Now we were certainly ready and we went at each other like a couple of bunnies at the easter orgy. It was good. Solid raunch. Sweaty, heaving sex. Butt smacking and dick gagging hardcore. Sex. The other couple became rather turned on and started making out by the open door to stay cool.
The camera was rolling and framed a nice close up on Alyssa's face while I rocked her from behind. That is when the neighbor walked by. We didn't see her but we both heard her clearly.
"Close the door you FUCKING PERVERTS!!!"
Alyssa looked over. Then looked back in the lens. Pause. Disbelief. Then looked again and looked back into the lens. We both started laughing hysterically.
And it was all captured on video. An enterprising perv could probably dig it up on a sexentertain feed since I am pretty sure they licensed all that Peepers stuff.
Welcome to the valley. Now blow your load and get the fuck out!
