Sound Of Bounce

-10-

Kylie took the remote and sat it between her breasts. As she watched herself stepping back from the screen she reached out and found her little buzzer. She picked it up and raised her legs. In the background the fading moments of ‘Silly Ho’, were drifting from the living room.

“Um, what’s that?,” Alfredo asked, slipping an arm around her waist and pressing his naked chest to her equally naked back. His chest was nice and broad, covered with dark hair and with his dark skin he was quite the contrast to her bare and pale white nakedness. Unfortunately they were standing too close for her to admire his cock again.

“A little something for posterity,” she said on the tape. Closing her eyes she reached behind her and slipped her fingers around his stiff and sticky cock, slowly beginning to stroke it. Again she was still robbed of the sight by their range from the recorder. “I like to see what it looks like when I get fucked up the ass.”

“You are a kinky little bitch,” he said, pausing to nibble the edge of her ear. “I never would have suspected before.”

Kylie sighed and arched her back toward him as she rubbed his cock out of view of the camera. She opened her knees a little wider.

“I should have kept the bottle,” he whispered.

She made a moaning sound that was nearly lost on the tape.

That was when the phone rang.

“Crap,” she said on the tape. She let go of him and stepped out of frame. “This will just take a second.”

Again, even though she could not hear it, Kylie felt sure she knew the contents of the conversation between herself and Mrs. McDougal. On the screen she watched as Alfredo backed away and moved off screen on the opposite side. Now she was visible on the opposite side of the bed, talking on the phone. Then he came back into frame, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Kylie twisted the dial at the end of her little buzzer, and it hummed to life in her hand. She raised her stomach out of the way with her free hand and teased her vibrating toy along her slit. She looked at the screen as Alfredo looked into the camera, as if he were looking directly at her in the here and now. He leaned back and shifted his own belly up slightly, taking his cock in hand. He was big, although not as big as legend had it. He had a nice thick shaft that was maybe a little over six inches capped with a fat knob of a head. Closing his eyes he sighed and slowly stroked his cock as she finished up with Mrs. McDougal on the phone. As ‘No Scrubs’ began to drift from the living room Kylie felt as if he had been putting a show on for her in the now that she was meant to find when she watched the tape.

“Okay, sorry,” she said on the tape, coming around the bed.

Alfredo let go of his cock and leaned back slightly, only to be obscured by her body within the space of a second. “Anything wrong?,” he asked.

“-y neighbor.” The tape had not picked up the first part of what she said. “She doesn’t like noise.”

“No. Why’s that?”

“-ivled old prune,” she told him with a laugh.

“I got something that ain’t shriveled,” he told her.

Kylie moved her little buzzer up and prodded her clit as she watched herself on the screen. Without a word she had knelt down as Alfredo moved himself to the edge of the bed. She watched as she took his cock, kissed it on its bulbous head, then began sucking it into her mouth.

“Mmmm, fuck that’s good,” he hissed.

She drew her head back and took the shaft in her hand as she let it slide out of her mouth. Slowly stroking it she looked up to him. “Better than Dawn was?”

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Yeah,” she repeated. She gave him another couple of strokes, then sucked him back into her mouth for a few bobs. Letting him slide back out she took a breath. “She eats pussy pretty good too.”

Alfredo gasped loudly as she sucked his cock back down.

Kylie sighed to herself as she tortured her clit with her buzzing toy.

“You like that?,” he hissed. “Girl-girl? Ummm.”

She let him slide out of her mouth again. “That was the first time.” She lowered her head down, obviously to lick the underside of his shaft from the balls to the head.

“Ummmm,” he groaned. “And the beer bottle?” He reached out and put a hand on top of her head, lacing his fingers into her brown hair. “That the first time too, cause you look like you’re used to sticking a long boy up there.”

“Long boys, but that was the first long bottle,” she replied from his crotch. She sat up and the pumping of her shoulders suggested she was stroking his cock with both hands. “But I don’t think that’s going to be the last time.” Her tone was so husky that it was barely audible on the tape.

Kylie gasped to herself. The little bud of her anus felt as if it was throbbing, begging to get poked as she remembered the sensation again.

“You want me to shake that bouncy booty up?,” he asked.

“I want you to bounce it real good,” she told him as ‘I’m Good At Being Bad’ started to play.

“Get on up here,” Alfredo told her, giving her hair a yank that made her come up off her knees.

Kylie slipped her buzzer off her clit and let it drift down the slickened lips of her pussy. Knowing exactly when she gave it a slight push which sent it deeper inside, past her labia and into her hot hole. Gasping she closed her eyes, moaning and then exhaling before returning her attention to the screen.

She was already kneeling in bed, and again she wished to congratulate herself on her perfect positioning. Her ass was centered on the screen, and it was almost as if the gods of video taping were smiling on her because everything on the tape looked crystal clear. She watched as she lowered herself down, knees straight, butt in the air, her head going down until she knew her cheek was buried in the pillow. Then her hands slipped back, her fingers pressing into her ass cheeks as she pulled them apart to reveal the tight bud of her anus and her hungry pussy slit.

From the bed she watched in amazement as Alfredo positioned himself over her on the screen. Seeing how he had done it from the outside she found it hard to believe that he could get into her the way the video revealed he did since he also fell into the plus sized category. He squatted over her, his legs spread a little wider than hers. Then, using a hand on the small of her back to balance himself, he took his cock and guided to her puckered hole. She had to catch her breath as she heard herself moan on the tape. Loud and bestially she moaned again as he popped the head past her sphincter. And then she had and growled as he plunged himself down, driving every inch into her ass, a jiggling sack of balls beating against her pussy lips as he paused.

Kylie moaned to herself and twisted on the bed as she looked at the screen. The images were still crystal clear, and somewhere in the back of her head she had a moment to realize that this was the best view she had ever seen of herself taking it in the ass. Holding the end of her buzzy toy with the tips of her fingers she thrust it into her pussy several times before retuning her attention to the screen.

Alfredo began to move up and down, pistioning himself straight down into her tightest hole from his squatting position. How were his legs so strong if he was working a light management job instead of handling sides of beef everyday?

She watched as her puckered hole was stretched and pulled out slightly each time he rose up. This only served to make Kylie hotter. Her anus was throbbing steadily now, begging for attention. With a sigh she withdrew her little vibrator from her pussy and reached down and ran the tip around the outside of her rosebud.

She moaned lowly on the screen as Alfredo gasped and panted with each thrust. Unlike the part on the tape where Danny had been trying to keep in rhythm with the music Alfredo made no attempt, instead focusing on following his own cadence.

“Uhhh-ooooo, G-God!,” Kylie moaned.

“Fuckin’ like that, don’cha?,” he panted as he fucked his hard cock into her ass.

“Yes,” she breathed, barely audible.

“HUH?” He punctuated it with a thrust the made the headboard hit the wall with a bang louder than a gunshot.

“Yes,” she repeated.

“Huh?”

Bang.

“Huh, Huh?”

BANG, BANG.

“YES!,” she cried. On the tape she sounded like she was already spent. Her voice came out as if she were pleading and in pain, making her sound like she was sobbing. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck meeeee, Alfredo. Bounce my ass. BOUNCE MY FUCKIN’ ASS-SSSSSTSS!”

At that moment, on the screen, all Kylie could see was asses. Her and Alfredo looked like a couple of huge butts pivoting on his cock. Once more she was amazed at how unbelievably clear the image was. She could plainly see sweat beading and trailing down each of their asses, they were sweating hard and he had only been bouncing her ass for a couple of minutes.

“Nmmmm-yeah,” he grunted.

BANG, BANG, RATTLE, CLATTER, BANG.

“Yeah, baby! BOUNCE IT!,” she cried.

The phone started ringing again. Like Danny before him Alfredo refused to slow his pace, but unlike him he never turned his attention in the direction of the phone. In fact, after a second he picked up his pace.

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

As she watched the action on the screen Kylie picked up her pace with her toy to match the action on the screen. Sweat began to bead on her upper lip, and it dripped down after a moment to leave a salty taste in the corners of her mouth as she inhaled. She looked at Alfredo’s ass, also dripping with sweat. He changed his method, pumping down then grinding his hips around before pumping himself back up.

“God. Alfredo, that’s it,” she panted.

The phone rang on. The bed creaked, rattled and groaned as if it was going to fly apart. The headboard was hitting the wall so hard that it sounded as if at any moment it might burst through the other side.

And then, she was unsure of why as she watched, she saw her hand go stretch out and grab the receiver of the phone. It was obvious she was close to the edge, so why had she answered that time? Was she still pretty lit from Sporty’s? Was Alfredo’s bouncing of her ass so good that it made her so euphoric that she did not realize what she was doing? Or had it just been a mischievous act to somehow get back at the old woman downstairs? Kylie was unsure of the answer, and she knew that it probably remain one of those unanswered questions about things she would probably ponder every time she watched the tape.

“Hello,” she said, breathlessly into the phone, though loud enough to be hear clearly this time.

Like a champ Alfredo paid no attention to the fact that she was answering the phone as they were fucking. He just continued pistioning and grinding, not breaking his rhythm.

“I can’t talk about this, I’m going to cum.” She was using what she thought of as the little girl voice, the one she used whenever she wanted a man to do something she wanted when he really didn’t want to. “Call the police if you have to Mrs. McDougal. I can’t talk right now.”

And then, out of the blue, Alfredo stopped. It was a brief pause, maybe two seconds. He slowly slipped his cock up until the contours of the head were poking obscenely out from the tight ring of her anus. Then with a loud, “Uhhhna!,” he slammed it back in to the balls. The headboard smacked the wall, again sounding like another loud gunshot.

“Nuuuu-aahhhh!,” Kylie cried.

She watched as her hand reached out, straight and stiff, and placed the phone back in it’s cradle. Almost immediately it started ringing again.

“You gonna cum,”, Alfredo grunted, still ignoring the phone. “Are you?” He repeated pounding himself into her ass again with the same effect, the headboard cracking against the wall with another BANG.

“Uaha-haaaaaa!,” she screamed.

The phone continued to protest insistently.

“Uh! Uh! UHH!,” Alfredo yelled, each sound punctuating his balls bouncing off her engorged pussy lips.

BANG, BANG, RATTLE, CLATTER-BANG!

“Fuckashit! Naaa-oooh! Fuckashit FUCKER!,” she cried.

Kylie felt her current orgasm building as she watched herself with Alfredo on the screen. She moved her buzzer back up and put it on her clit, but it still wasn’t enough. Twisting slightly she panted on the mattress, wishing for something else. If only I still had that bottle, she thought. She twisted again as she yelled a stream of obscenities and demanded to be bounced harder on the screen, and as she did the remote slid and bumped her left breast.

THE REMOTE!

Without thinking she reached up and grabbed it. Then she withdrew her buzzing toy, turning the end to shut if off before taking the remote and slipping it into her sopping pussy. She no longer was worrying about damaging it, and made no attempt just to use the edge to tease herself. Kylie held it at the very end, plunging it into her vagina over and over as deep as she possibly could.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Alfredo panted. “Come on. Come for me!”

“Ah-uh-aaaaaaah!,” she cried on the tape, her throat sounding a little raw. “Oh, God. I cum. I’m coming! COMING! COMING! COMING!” She gasped and whimpered as a massive orgasm rocked her.

The phone kept on ringing.

“Mmmmm-naaaaHHHH,” Kylie cried as she got herself off with the video recorder remote. Her pussy spasmed around it, and for a second she thought it was going to be pulled from her hand and disappear up into her pussy. Then with the second orgasmic spasm came a gush of hot liquid that sent the remote in the opposite direction. “OOOH! OHHHHH! FUCKASSSSHITT!”

It took a few minutes for her head to clear. Her body went limp and she let her little vibrator and the remote lay on the mattress between her thighs. That cum had felt so fucking good. She had squirted a little, which was something she had never done while playing with herself alone before. Once she caught her breath and her head began to clear she turned her attention back to the tape.

On the screen she was on her back, her knees now facing up from under Alfredo as he pistioned himself into her pussy. ‘Dear Lie’ was playing on the CD in the living room now, leaving her unsure of how much time had passed since she had become more involved it playing with herself. The bed was not creaking and rattling as hard and as loud as it had been before, and she could just make out the sound of her own gasping and whimpering.

The minutes she missed she knew in her head, and she could rewind back later and watch them over when she felt like it. After she had came, so had Alfredo, pumping a load of hot sperm up her ass. Then he had told her to get on her back, and he had leaned over her face so she could lick his cock clean before sucking it back to hardness. Once he had been fully erect he had been back on her, moving down the bed and putting it right in her pussy.

“You’re such a good fuckin’ fuck,” he panted as he worked himself in and out of her pussy. “I wished we had fucked a long time ago.”

“Me too, baby,” she panted back.

A little mindlessly, barely realizing she was doing it, Kylie reached down and grabbed the remote from between her thighs.

“I’m going to fill your pussy up with some more sauce.”

“Yes,” she panted. Then she cried, “I love the sausage Alfredo.”

“Every slut does,” he told her, picking up his pace.

On the screen Kylie watched as he fucked her, his ass a slight blur as the headboard began clattering off the wall again.

“Nuhh-yeah,” she sobbed.

Kylie raised her rubbery feeling legs, then reached down with her left hand and used her thumb and index finger to open up her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and slid the remote back in, quickly working it in and out at a pace instead of slowly building up. Her clit was already tingling, sending a pulsating buzz through her middle.

“Here it comes,” Alfredo panted, his voice taking on that far away and tinny quality that sometimes happened on the television again. “Here it comes. Yeah. Yeah! Aaaaah-HAAAARUHH!”

“God, I’m coming again,” she cried on the tape.

“AH! UHN! UHN! UHN!,” Alfredo grunted. “Come on. Come with me, baby!”

On the tape she let out a sound like a choked up sob.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he panted in a strained voice. “Come on. COME ON!”

“Nuuuhhh-GOD!,” Kylie screamed. “NuuuuuuHHH!”

Kylie continued to plunge the remote as far as she could into her pussy. The sounds alone from the tape were enough, at least for now, to help take her back to the edge. She moved her left hand up a little and used her index finger to work little circles around her clit as she pressed her belly up and back with her left forearm.

“Look at that, baby,” Alfredo panted. “Look at that.”

Opening her eyes Kylie sat up slightly. Her glasses were on her face crooked, so she jerked her head and shrugged her shoulder against her face to get them back in place enough for her to be able to see. On the screen Alfredo had moved off to her side. Her knees were up, and her legs were wide open. The lips of her pussy were swollen and plain to see as they parted her pubic hair. There was a small and steady stream of Alfredo’s semen oozing out of her gaping hole.

“Yeah, that’s some good shit,” he said. He put a hand between her legs, first rubbing her clit, and then dipping down into her hole. He drew it back and there was a three inch oozy rope string of his cum hanging off of it. Alfredo moved it back up to her face. “Try the sauce.”

Kylie took the remote and pounded it into her pussy with a vengeance as she watched herself raise her head slightly, mouth open so she could gobble up the dribble of cum and suck on Alfredo’s finger. Her lip twitched, and her legs felt as if they had just been hit repeatedly with sledge hammers as a sudden jolt traveled from her clit and up her body to her nipples. Again she felt a gush of hot liquid jet across the small bit of the remote that was exposed and up her hand. “FUCKAASHIT!,” she groaned.

-11-

Kylie rolled over, feeling her neck throb. She had been sleeping on it wrong. Her mouth was hurting as well because she realized that as she had awakened she had a huge, shit eating, split the corners of your mouth, swallowed the canary, Cheshire Cat grin on her face again. It was the second time that day she had woken up with that smile on her face, although it would not take long for her to realize that it was evening.

After cracking her neck she looked down and saw Mr. Tinkle looked back at her from past her bare toes. Looking to the dresser she saw that there was a blue screen on the TV.

Damn. Sleep had gotten the best of her again. She missed Alfredo mounting her for the third time. She also realized that she did not get to see if she had caught him on tape writing, I SHOOK YOU BOUNCY BOOTY!!!, on her belly.

“Raow,” the cat demanded.

Kylie sighed. “Okay, just give me a minute.” She reached down between her legs and felt for the remote. It was not there, but she found it a little lower, sitting a little off from her right knee. It felt sticky, the way it would if a drink had been spilled on it and not cleaned up.

“Raow,” Mr. Tinkle repeated.

“Just a second,” she assured him. She pointed the remote at the video recorder on its tripod and hit rewind. The machine powered up and began to rewind.

Just give it a minute, Kylie thought to herself. Give it a minute, stop it and see where it was at. She just wanted to go back and watch a little bit of a part she missed. She promised herself that all she would do would be watch a couple of minutes more and then get up and feed the cat.

Kylie would learn, however, that sometimes the hardest promises a person has to try and keep are the ones they make to themselves.

THE END