Sound Of Bounce

She amazed herself at how patient she was being. She had not been with anyone in over four months, and she definitely was ready for some action. However, she knew if she lured him away to some secluded spot tonight that it would be a quickie, and a majority of the quickies she had had were quickly forgotten. She needed something that she could savor. And if indeed they ended up going to her apartment, something she could truly save for her enjoyment at a later date.

Even though it was no doubt on both their minds they had kept the conversation away from sex after the others left. At least until it was close for time for him to go. They had switched to the table in the corner once it had become available, sitting in the middle of the booth and getting chummy. At one point as he talked about how different his current position was from when he was a meat manager he had reached under the table and lightly run his meaty fingers across the back of her hand. Her blood raced at that first light contact, and she could feel her cheeks burning.

“So, next week?,” he said.

Kylie nodded.

“Hum,” he laughed. “I get the distinct impression you won’t want to stay here too late.” Reaching up he brushed her hair away from her cheek.

Kylie cut her eyes to him and smiled a mischievous smile. “Maybe.”

He laughed again. Then he raised his eyebrows several times, something she had seen him do many times years ago when he was being suggestive, crude or funny. “So, I’ma guessing I should pull out the old recipe for the sausage Alfredo, eh?”

To this she raised her own eyebrows and flashed her teeth in that huge, shit eating, split the corners of your mouth, swallowed the canary, Cheshire Cat grin she would wake up with a week later. “Maybe,” she repeated.

Alfredo smiled broadly and gave a jolly laugh. “Well, I dunno,” he said, his tone musing. “Are you a good helper in the kitchen?”

Kylie nodded. “I’ll have no problem helping you make the sauce,” she told him, remembering what he had said earlier. “And I promise to eat every bit.”

“Oh, yeah?,” he questioned, his voice a little husky.

She reached up and twisted some of her hair around her index finger. “Oh, yeah.”

The next thing she knew he was leaning in closer. They kissed, first on the lips. It was soft and gently. Then they each opened their mouths and slid their tongues to each other. Kylie closed her eyes to enjoy the moment. It got even better as she felt him reach around her and grope at one of her fat breasts with one hand.

As they continued kissing she opened her legs. Somehow he knew, because it only took half a second before the other hand was up her skirt. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers rubbed and prodded at the front of the silky panties she was wearing to judge where the slit was. He moved them toward her thigh and tested the leg band, trying to slip his fingers underneath, which only managed to pull at her pubic curls a little.

Alfredo, leaned back, taking a slight breath. He took his hands off of her and sat slightly back from her. “Well, I’ll get that recipe out for next week,” he assured her. “Whew.” He gave her a smile, fixing her with a lusty stare. “I got to get going before the wife gets home.”

Kylie nodded.

He looked as if he was going to slide out of the booth for a moment. Then he reached under the table and between her open legs once again. His fingers went right to her slit, and he pressed the fabric of her panties hard against it.

Kylie let out a sigh and a moan.

“Think you can leave those at home next week?”

She nodded, letting out another little moan, and a gasp.

“Yeah,” he sighed.

They kissed again, slow and deep. Then Alfredo said his goodbyes, assuring her he would be at Sporty’s the next week.

-6-

Kylie felt even more turned on as she played that first hint of foreplay over in her mind. She laid back on the mattress and opened her legs, reaching down and gently fingering her clit. She realized she really had no idea how intense it was going to turn out. Going to Sporty’s the evening before she had envisioned that things were going to be slow and sensual, but as time went on she truly realized how frenzied and aggressive that Alfredo could be.

Mindlessly she reached out with her free hand, knowing pretty much that she was not going to find her trusty little buzzer in bed with her. Her buzzing little friend that kept her company in the lean months was tucked away in the drawer of the nightstand. Her fingers did however bump something plastic on the bed beside her. It took her just a second to realize it was the video recorder remote.

Oh, why the fuck not?, she thought to herself.

Kylie wrapped her fingers around the remote and took it down between her legs. She shifted herself slightly to open herself up, but not too much. She just wanted the tip, something to feel on her clit without worrying about killing the remote. Taking her hand away she paused to pass the remote from her other hand and into it. Then she used her now empty hand to raise the paunch of her stomach slightly. She hissed and let out a coo as she probed the upper region of her vagina, finding her clit and rubbing it with one of the corners of the video recorder remote. She only allowed herself a few moments of pleasure before stopping. There was still the tape with the sights and sounds of her being bounced around to be enjoyed.

Finally stopping she took the remote out of her pussy and sat up. She gave a glance to the blue screen on her television. Then she scooted her naked butt backward until she was against the pillows. It only took her a second to realize that they were still out of place, so she sat the remote aside for a moment and straightened them back out. Once she had everything just right she picked the remote back up and adjusted herself. She aimed the remote at the video recorder and pressed play.

There was the slight hum as the recorder powered up. Then the screen went to static, followed by a flipping of the image. Once she saw her own face plastered across the screen she knew she would see the familiar surroundings of her bed room as she stepped back. It only took a second for her to back away, and indeed she was standing naked in her own room. However, the person who stepped up and kissed her on the neck was not Alfredo. She was pretty sure his name was David. Kylie realized that she had forgotten that she had even taped him that night.

Must have been pretty drunk that night, she thought to herself.

As if in reply she heard herself giggling drunkenly on the video.

“You like to tape yourself when you do it?,” guy she thought was David asked.

“Mmmm, yeah,” she laughed.

“Kinky.”

She watched as she stepped away from him, backing up to reveal that she was already naked. She had a drunken grin on her face and she reached down and raised her belly flashing her pussy lewdly at the camera. There was music in the background, drifting from the living room, Newcleus’s ‘Jam On It’, from an old mix tape she had had since she was a kid.

She held up the remote, nearly pressing fast forward, but then as quickly as she thought of doing it changed her mind. In a way it was like a preview, the foreplay before the main even, much like the messing around she had done with Alfredo the night before. “David” hadn’t been particularly good, she didn’t think, but maybe he would seem a little better on review. Easing herself down a little she raised her knees, spacing them wide to open herself up.

“Let’s get to this,” he said on the tape.

“Yeah.”

She watched as he peeled off his briefs, dipping low and trying to put on a show for the camera, but most of it was lost since it was set up to record at bed level. Kylie wished there was some way she could have someone else there to do the camera work. Panning, close-ups, different angels. That would be just like being in a real porno, and the thought of that made her a little wetter. She turned to the night stand and opened the drawer and got out her little buzzer for just in case.

“David” faced the screen, whooing as he moved his waist back and forth to show off his cock. It was slim, about four, four and a half inches, with an arrow shaped looking head, surrounded by bushy brown hair. “Alright,” he said.

Kylie placed the remote between her breasts as she watched them on the screen.

“You gonna bounce me around?,” her voice had that far away sound voices sometimes made on the TV.

He let out a laugh. “Oh-ho, yeah.”

Kylie cooed to herself as she watched herself on the screen. He got on her bed first, kneeling and patting the spot in front of him at the foot. She stepped to the foot and leaned herself down, opening her mouth and sucking his stiff cock right in. It only took her a few seconds to start bobbing her head with gusto.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he sighed. “Suck that dick, you fuckin’ fat moose.”

Moose? She had obviously been too wasted to remember anything they had done. Now she was glad she had taped their encounter. She could not recall anyone ever calling her a moose before, but hearing “David” say it to her on the tape got her blood going just a little faster.

Speaking of little, she could see she had no problem sucking his cock. He remained nice and stiff too. In the past there had been a couple of guys who stayed as limp as a wet noodle, no matter how much she sucked on them. There had even been one guy, whom she had ended up not doing anything with, who was hung like a horse, but could not get it up no matter how hard he tried. She always called him the eel whenever she talked about the experience with Emily.

“Yeah, suck that dick, you fat moose,” he panted.

Kylie watched as she paused to look up at him. Then she took a breath and went back down, making him groan. In the background Murray Head was now singing ‘One Night In Bangkok’ from her living room.

“Woah, woah,” he hissed. He placed his hands on her shoulders. “Back off a second.”

“Nummm,” she cooed, raising her head.

Kylie reached up and put her hand on the remote, feeling her heart thud through the cool plastic.

“Come on up here.”

She watched as she rose up and raised her leg to get into bed with him. They kissed. Then they moved toward the middle of the bed. Kissing again he put an arm around her and urged her to lay down.

She tapped the remote.

“You want this?,” he asked, leaning back and thrusting his cock toward her. The actual view on the tape was for the most part obscured by his body.

“Yeah,” her voice came back, just audible.

Kylie let out a breath as she watched herself opening her legs wide on the tape. Again she raised her knees, then spaced them open further. Her fingers went around the remote, never mind her little buzzer beside her, her hand was already on it.

“Muu-ahhh,” she cried. “Give it to me.”

“Yeah,” he grunted.

It was hot, but at the same time Kylie had to laugh at herself. She was unsure if it had been because she was drunk, or was putting on a good show, or both, but she was sure that that little bit “David” had put into her had not been enough to make her moan like that.

On the screen he started thrusting into her, grunting, panting, and making the bed creak, the headboard lightly tapping the wall. “You like that?,” he gasped. “Like that big dick, you fat moose?”

“Yes,” she gasped on the tape.

Kylie covered her mouth as she let out a loud laugh. Big dick? David, or whatever his name was, surely though a lot of a little.

He gave a couple of hard thrust, and there were two loud bangs as the headboard hit the wall with each of them. “Want more of it?”

“To the balls”, she gasped.

Kylie almost sat the remote down as she covered her face with her free hand, from somewhat partial embarrassment. Had she really said that? According to the tape he was in to the balls all along.

“Yeah, fuckin’ moose,” he growled. He pounded her several more times.

“Oh, yeah!,” she cried.

“Yeah!” The headboard hit the wall loudly. “Yeah!” Another bang of the headboard against the wall.

“Yeah,” she panted back. The headboard slapped the wall again. “Yeah!” The headboard hit it again. “Oh, yeah!” She thrusted up to meet him. He pounded her right back to the mattress and the headboard banged into the wall again. “Uhhhn.” And again. “That’s it!,” she cried. The springs stared to creak. “Yeah, fuck me, Danny!”

Oops, his name was Danny.

“fuck me hard!,” she growled.

He quickened his pace, jamming his slim cock into her hungry hole, a fact that was plain on the screen. Kylie gave herself an imaginary pat on the back. It was as if she always knew just the right position to be in for the camera to catch her holes being used. Despite the slight ridiculousness of it all as she watched, she seemed so into it at the time, and Danny was so into it, she couldn’t help but feel a little hotter. Taking the remote she turned her wrist into position as she moved it down once again.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!,” she begged on the tape. “Jam my pussy.”

“Uhnnn! Uhhnn!,” Danny growled. He pressed himself against her, reaching out and grabbing her jiggling breasts.

Kylie raised her stomach up and slid the edge of the remote against her pussy lips.

That was, of course, when the phone rang.

Everyone stopped, both in the present, and on the tape.

Kylie sat, looking at the screen with her remote just parting her pussy lips. Panting, Danny turned his head in the direction of the ringing. Past his right side she could she her hand reaching. Of course, as she watched herself, she already knew who it was going to be.

“You’re going to answer it?,” he asked, looking down.

“My neighbor,” she could hear herself mumble and slightly giggle from underneath him. “Hello?”

The rest of the phone conversation was lost in whispering on the tape. Kylie, though, was pretty sure of how it went. It only took a couple of seconds, but as in real life it made the mood change somewhat.

“Well?,” he asked as she struggled to put the receiver back in its cradle.

“Just, Mrs. McDougal,” she could hear herself saying. “She wants us to keep the noise down.”

There was a pause, and Kylie watched as they stayed in place on the screen, neither budging, still engaged.

“And are we?”

From beneath him she snorted and laughed. “Fuck no.”

“Fuck yeah!,” he agreed.

“I want you to bounce my ass,” she said, sounding goofy drunk again.

“Bounce your ass?,” he questioned.

“Mmmmmmm,” she cooed. “Bounce it, baby. I want you to put that hard dick in my ass and bounce the fuck out of it. Fuck it good!”

The phone rang again. Her hand shot out, picked the receiver up and placed it back down.

Kylie reached down with the hand holding her stomach up and stretched her pinky down and out as far as she could, pulling one side of her pouty lips open so she could get the edge of the remote in and on her clit. She had the feeling that no matter what things were going to get hotter between her and Danny, not David, shorty cock.

“Come on and roll over,” he was saying. He had already pulled out of her and moved back to give her enough room to change her position.

Kylie herself rolled onto her stomach and got on her knees, raising her ass high. Although her own body, then his, obscured the view, she was sure she had her face to one side, pressed against her pillow. “Come on and give it to me.”

“Yeah.”

She watched fascinated, as she always was, as Danny positioned himself behind her and worked his cock into her ass. She knew he was not going to have any problem, after all she had had bigger, much bigger, cocks up there, but her little bud always looked so puckered and tight. It was tingling right now as she watched it go in on the screen. She rubbed the tip of the remote over her clit and sighed as she watched the unruly hair on his balls brush her pussy lips once he was all the way in.

“Uhn-oooh,” she cooed, her face hidden by the angle she was laying at and their bodies. “Bounce my ass. Fuck it with that cock.”

“Yeah?,” he hissed.

“Yeah!”

Kylie couldn’t help herself. Having her ass bounced was one of the things that excited her the most, big cock or not. She worked her hips, watching the action on the screen through slits for a moment. She leaned her head back and gasped before returning her attention to the screen. As she watched she worked her clit around as best she could with the edge of the video recorder remote. There was an orgasm in there somewhere, but she wanted to make sure that it was a little one, she didn’t want to get off too much before she got to the previous night’s footage of her with Alfredo.

“Like that hard dick up your dirty ass, moose?,” Danny questioned.

“Yes!,” she cried.

The music coming from the living room had now changed to Laid Back’s ‘White Horse’. As Kylie watched Danny fuck her in her ass she realized that he had changed his pace to match the beat of the song. Similarly, she tried to match the same pace with the remote over her clit.

“BOUNCE MY FUCKIN’ ASS!,” she suddenly yelled. “POUND ME WITH THAT FUKIN’ COCK! NUUUHHH! NUAHH-FUCKASHITT!”

“Nahhhra!,” Danny groaned, thrusting even faster into her hungry ass.

The headboard was hitting the wall with a steady BANG, BANG, BANG!

“You love that dick in your ass?”

BANG, BANG, BANG.

“Yes!”

BANG, BANG, BANG.

“You fuckin’ lovin’ it, moose slut?”

“Yes!”

BANG, BANG, BANG.

“Yeah,” he panted, quickening his pace and abandoning the beat of ‘White Horse’. “You love having a big fat dick in your nasty ass, don’t you, bitch!”

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

“Oh, yes.”

Bang, clatter, BANG.

“Yeah, you want me to cum up that ass, moose? You want me to fill it up with some hot juice?”

“God, yes!,” she cried at the same time she said it on the tape. She was furiously working the remote over his clit now.

“Fuckin’ yeah,” he panted, thrusting even harder.

Kylie could see there was sweat on his legs as his ass clenched up every time he thrust into her.

“Fuckin’ yeah, fuckin, yeah, FUCK’N YEAH!”

BANG, BANG, CLATTER, BANG, BANG, BANG, RATTLE, BANG.

“MMMMMM,” she cried from under him, a noise she knew she was making either with her mouth closed or her face pressed into the pillow. “That’s it,” she panted. “Give me your cock! Make me cum, bay-beeEEEEE! BOUNCE MY FUCKING ASS GOOD!”

Kylie closed her eyes for a second and bit down on her upper lip, holding it and slightly moving it between her teeth as she drew in a breath. Her clit felt like it was putting off electrical sparks, the first sign she was going to cum. Another couple of minutes and she knew she would start having little tingles all over her body.

BANG, CLATTER, RATTLE, BANG, BANG, BANG.

“IT’S GONNA COME SOON,” she called. “IT’S GONNA BE SO FUCKIN’ GOOD!”

And then the phone rang again. Kylie watched herself on the tape, continuing on. Danny was still going too, but as he fucked her ass she could tell by the direction his head was turned that he was looking dead at the phone ringing on the dresser. Slowing her pace slightly and letting the remote slip out of her hand she focused more on the action on the video tape, and less on her slowly building orgasm.

The phone rang on, a good eight rings. Just as it rang the last Kylie finally came. “Yeah! YEAH! God. Oh, FUCKING GOD!” She had risen up on her palms now, pushing back as Danny fucked into her. “It’s coming, baby. IT’S COMING!”

As she slowed her pace and took a breath there was a slight pause, and for a moment everything on the tape went silent for an instant between panting, gasping and creaks. Kylie took this as a cue to back off further. She took the remote away and slipped it on her stomach. Then she took her hands and felt herself up, arching her back against her pillows, bringing her hands to her breasts and squeezing them down as if she were milking a cow’s udders.

Then the instant was over and sound resumed on the tape. Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five’s ‘Beat Street Breakdown’ started to drift in from the living room. Kylie was panting, gasping and moaning. Danny had slowed his pace down to almost a standstill, but then began to pick it up as she panted and looked back at him.

Kylie teased her nipples, lightly twisting them as she watched.

“More,” she panted. “Bounce my ass more.”

The phone rang again.

Once.

Danny quickened his pace.

Then a second ring.

He groaned, placing his hands on her ass and thrusting in a little faster.

Then a third time.

“Man, fuck this shit!,” he growled. He pulled his cock out of her and leaned over to the side, sitting himself down behind her.

Kylie finally had a good look at her own face as she looked back over her shoulder at him on the tape. “What?”

The phone kept ringing.

“I’m done,” he said.

She pushed herself up, and then rose on her knees. She then worked to turn toward him.

The phone rang for the tenth time.

“She’ll give up,” she told him with drunken confidence.

“Tsh,” he spat. “You should have taken it off the fuckin’ hook after the first damn time.” He shifted his weight, obviously moving to slip off the bed.

“Where you going?,” she heard herself ask, as if he had no reason to leave.

“Home,” he said flatly.

On the tape she smiled to him, flashing her teeth. “Oh, come on,” she said in a palsy-walsy tone. “You haven’t even gone yet.”

“Well, it sucks to be me,” he said, slipping of the bed. He bent down to retrieve an unseen piece of clothing. Then he stepped off screen. “At least you got off first. I’m sure that doesn’t happen all the time.”

Kylie was sitting on the edge of the bed now, rolling her eyes. She sighed in frustration, then pushed herself off the bed and instantly stepping toward the camera.

She quickly turned the remote toward the camera and pressed pause as her face filled the screen. Okay, so that hadn’t went far, but it was still good enough for a start, so she was glad it was still there on the tape. At least what was coming next, she knew, was definitely better than the pre-show.

-7-

Alfredo has showed up early the night before, just after six. He was still wearing a blue patterned tie and a yellow oxford shirt with a white collar, a sure sign he had come to Sporty’s directly from work as he had when he decided to drop in the week before to try it out. Emily had spotted him first and nudged her to wave him over to where they were sitting. She had picked out the most secluded corner table in the whole place, just in case, and she was sure that there would be, a little heavy petting and foreplay going on before they decided to leave.

Kylie was aware that she was wet and steamy as she watched him approach the table. Per his request the week before she had not worn any panties and it felt as if she had never dried down there after having her shower between work and heading to Sporty’s to be there as soon as it opened to get the best table. She had chosen her shortest, black paneled, skirt, so that he would have easy access to her hot hole if he wanted to. She had also put on a large and lacy black bra that hooked up front, and a long sleeved yellow blouse.

“Hey, hey,” he announced as he came up to the table.

As he sat down and was introduced to Dawn the only thing on Kylie’s mind was the “sausage Alfredo”. Maggie and Alice had told tales of how big and long Alfredo’s cock was, but she knew even back then that they tended to exaggerate. Plus they had been just out of their teens and into their 20’s then as well, and who knew if they had much of anyone else to judge his size against. Of course deep down she really hoped that all the stories were true.