-1-

How often does someone wake-up with a huge, shit eating, split the corners of your mouth, swallowed the canary, Cheshire Cat grin and really know they’re doing it?

This was the first thing on Kylie’s mind as she felt that slight headache a person gets when they begin to become conscious while keeping their eyes shut. It was that waking from a deep and dead sleep while refusing to open your eyes a person did when they wanted that sleep to come back and last a little bit longer, even though they are fully aware that there’s no turning back from the waking. Sleep is over. It’s not coming back no matter how much you want it to.

Kylie had that huge, shit eating, split the corners of your mouth, swallowed the canary, Cheshire Cat grin on her face.

Opening her eyes she looked up to the ceiling. The warped and bowing squares of the panels which covered the ceiling of her apartment looked even more warped and bowed than usual. It was an easily remedied problem, had she had an interest in putting on her glasses.

Where are those anyway?

Kylie was not entirely sure. They could even be out in her car.

Did I even drive home?

Involuntarily she turned to her left and stretched, and as she did her hand brushed something cool on the nightstand that made a slight scraping sound as she moved it with her hand the further she stretched. This made her aware of a couple of things. Her glasses were there, one. Her body, from about the kidneys down, ached, two. This ache increased a little more as she stretched out her right leg, pointing her toes as much as she could.

“There are too many disturbing sounds coming from up there!”

With another involuntary motion she reached a little higher and snatched her glasses off the night stand. She opened the wire legs and slipped them on her face as she rolled onto her back and then used her elbows to adjust herself into a slight sitting position against her pillows, she felt herself laying a little off because her pillows, she realized quickly, were wildly out of position.

Kylie barley had time to contemplate trying to relax in this position as something solid landed on her stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of her. Dazed again for a moment she found herself looking into Mr. Tinkle’s yellow eyes. She made a slight moan and ran a hand, which made her aware of another ache in her shoulders, down his back.

the cat complained with a deep whisper.

Things had clamed down enough for him to come out of hiding. Kylie knew he had been hiding since she had gotten home the night before, as he always did when there was a stranger in the house. Under the bed. Not really the most advisable place, Mr. Tinkle, she thought to herself with a mischievous smile. “You think you would learn by now,” she said aloud.

the cat repeated. He turned his cool nose against her hand and rubbed against it as she moved it back up his body. Relaxing on top of her he began to purr.

“A girl like you shouldn’t be doing things like this,” Mrs. McDougal’s, her downstairs neighbor’s voice said in her head.

A girl like me?, Kylie thought to herself. What did the old woman think she meant?

“Raow meow, meeoow,” Mr. Tinkle complained further as she stopped stroking him.

Her concentration interrupted Kylie knew that it was something she would have to ponder more later on. “Okay, I get it,” she said, her own voice sounding slightly hoarse.

With a final sound, a cross between a meow and a purr, Mr. Tinkle rose and quickly trotted off of her and across the mattress. She watched him leap off the bed. There was a slight thud on the carpeted floor, followed by just a glimpse of the tip of his bushy tail as he went out of the bedroom.

Kylie gave a final groan to herself and threw the sheet off of her. Underneath she was naked, which was no surprise. No, not a surprise at all, she knew. However, as she looked down past the swell of her ample breasts to the rise of her belly, she was surprised to see that just above her navel, where her body creased marking the beginning of her stomach, a note had been left. She raised her knees and leaned forward to read.

I SHOOK YOUR BOUNCY BOOTY!!!!

She let out a sharp laugh. Then, quieting herself for no good reason, she smiled, feeling that corner of your mouth ripping grin once again.

“You sure did.” There was a tingle down below as she remembered. Last night had definitely been yummy.

Mr. Tinkle called from the kitchen.

“Okay, I’m coming, kitty, I promise,” she called back. Slipping her legs over the side of the bed she looked to her dresser where the video recorder was sat up on a small tripod, aimed at the bed.

Oh, how many minutes of nothing at all are on there?, she wondered.

Kylie knew there was no time at the moment to figure it out. She put her feet on the floor, noting they felt a little more achy now that her full weight was on them. Then she went to the video recorder and turned it off, before heading to the kitchen to give the cat his breakfast. She had the day off after all, and there would be plenty of time to watch last night’s proceedings over and over if she pleased.

-2-

A good part of the morning Kylie stayed in her slight fog. She had fed Mr. Tinkle, and then herself had breakfast, which had consisted of little more than buttered toast and a glass of orange juice. The Roundhouse was on Nickelodeon when she had turned on the TV, and after several episodes she realized there was a marathon going on, no doubt because it had been off the air for a few years and there was nothing else better to run on Saturday morning. She really didn’t care to watch The Roundhouse, but she also hadn’t bothered to change the station. Getting dressed was another thing she had not bothered to do. She sat propped up against the arm of the couch, nude, with the cat for occasional company. Every now and then she would look down and look at what had been written above her stomach in felt tipped pen. She would grin and smile, occasionally giving a knowing giggle. Every so often she would also reach down and feel the stiff mat of her public hair, letting a finger slip across the lips, and sometimes just a bit deeper.

It was at one of those moments that she was about to slide her finger in just a bit deeper that the phone rang. Mr. Tinkle raised his head up and looked over her toes. As soon as she shifted her weight so she could turn to reach the phone, which was on its charger on the end table beside the couch, he quickly rose and jumped to the floor. Taking the phone in hand Kylie watched as her cat waddled toward the bathroom. She was about to press the receive button when she glanced down once more and read the message penned above her navel.

I SHOOK YOUR BOUNCY BOOTY!!!!

Taking a breath she smiled to herself, not quite as wide as to rip the corners of your mouth, but wide nonetheless. she said, her voice a musing sigh.

“Hello, Kylie, it’s Mrs. />
-from downstairs, she finished in her head, rolling her eyes. The woman said the same thing every time she called, which at a time like this was all too often. She was nice enough most of the time, but when things were going on, like last night, Mrs. McDougal took being a nosy neighbor to a whole new level.

“I hear things have calmed down from last night,” the older woman said.

Again Kylie rolled her eyes. She opened her mouth and held a finger in front of it in the gag me sign before answering. “Oh, I think I />
“I see,” the other woman said, that disappointed grandma tone in her voice. “Your friend left a little after five this />
Kylie said. “I hadn’t noticed he was gone.” She glanced down at her abdomen.

I SHOOK YOUR BOUNCY BOOTY!!!!

She smiled to herself again and her cheeks burned. It was a coy, shy smile, although her thoughts were far from it. She slowly opened her legs feeling her meaty thighs spread apart.

“Wanna little, hey, sausage Alfredo? Huh? Huh?”

“You know you should be a little more serious about this,” Mrs. McDougal said. “I almost called the police.”

Yes you told me you were going to. Again she rolled her eyes.

“This kind of thing just isn’t appropriate for a girl like you.”

There it was again. …a girl like you.

“Those sounds you make are quite disturbing dear.”

“Mrs. McDougal,” she said, rolling here eyes once more. They felt like this time the were going to stick like that, the way her own grandmother had always sworn they would when she did it when she was little.

“Yes, dear?”

“How old are you?,” she asked. The was a plop of added weight on the cushion beside her as Mr. Tinkle jumped back on the couch. Kylie watched as he stretched and yawned widely as she awaited the other woman’s response. As with the phone greeting she already knew what the answer was.

“Why, I’m 73.”

Kylie had her own answer ready in return. “And I was born in 1973,” she said. “Which will make me 26 in September.” Mr. Tinkle put his nose to her ankle and rubbed. “Which means I am definitely an adult and in control of my own life. So what I do is my />
“But, Kylie, sweetie, a girl like you should not be doing things like that on your own.”

Despite her frustration with her downstairs neighbor she couldn’t help but smile. The fact was she hadn’t been doing things on her own, she had help in doing them. She glanced back at the message on her abdomen.

“Just what do you mean a girl like me?,” she asked. “A girl that wears glasses? Or a girl that is plus sized?” She turned and put her back against the arm of the couch, opening her legs slightly. “Mrs. McDougal it is 1999 and not 1909. Big girls with glasses have sex without being married />
What Kylie really wanted to say was that big girls with glasses got fucked without being married, and that occasionally it was with someone’s boyfriend or with an already married to someone else someone, but she was sure Mrs. McDougal would already be shocked be her simple answer.

“It’s just a concern to me”, the older woman said.

Kylie rolled her eyes. Reaching down to the floor she found the remote to her stereo. Not your concern, she thought. She pressed the power button and arrowed down to the CD changer control. TLC’s began to play. Again she smiled to herself. She had put the CD on when they had started to mess around. That she could remember more clearly now.

Mmmmm, and he was fucking me in the ass by the time it got to ‘I’m Good At Being Bad’.

Kylie began to move her hand down and stopped herself, remembering she was on the phone with her prudish downstairs neighbor. Mr. Tinkle took the motion as in invitation to come on up. He crossed the short distance on the couch, putting a cautious paw just above her pubic curls. Then he walked over her, laying down on her naked belly, and then purring.

“Did you and Mr. McDougal ever have sex on Sunday Kylie found herself asking.

the old woman replied, sounding aghast. “I’m sorry, dear, but that kind of thing is none of your />
She nodded as she gripped the phone. “And that is my point, too. What I do and who I do it with are none of your />
The old woman was persistent, as Kylie knew she would be. Tripping her up was never the end of a conversation where she felt perhaps she had the moral high ground. “There is the matter of all the noise though.”

The noise? Really she was sure that Mrs. McDougal could do better than that. Sometimes at night she blasted her stereo past 10 until nearly dawn, especially if Doug or Emily and Bill, their other neighbors had gotten a new CD and brought it over. And there were weekends when they would come and by the time everyone had invited someone there would be ten people in her apartment, playing Glover or Crash Bandicoot or Smash Brothers from Friday night to Sunday morning. To her knowledge Mrs. McDougal never complained to Doug or Emily and Bill about noise from their apartments, so it seemed that she was the only one in their fourplex that the older woman ever bothered.

So Kylie had to conclude that she had selective hearing. The stereo playing loud music did not bother her. The sound of her PlayStation or N64 being played through the stereo did not bother her either, and if there was a rowdy crowd playing Mario Party that didn’t bother her. Ten people walking back and forth through her apartment, talking, apparently did not bother her. Even when she ran her apartment size washer in the kitchen, which was above Mrs. McDougal’s bedroom, at 3:00 A.M., that didn’t bother her. Whatever noise Bill and Emily made didn’t bother her, nor did any of the noise that Doug made with his girlfriend of the month.

No. It seemed Mrs. McDougal could only hear disturbing noises, however few and far between they were, from her apartment. Why her? Because she was a girl like her. An overweight girl in glasses with a cute face. For whatever reason those things made her a social outcast in the old woman’s view.

I wonder if she thinks I’m a nerd?, Kylie wondered.

“Those noises bother me.”

Especially from a girl like you, Kylie added in thought.

“Hearing those noises at night is very disturbing for me.”

I know, Kylie thought, rolling her eyes. You called and interrupted me from making those noises a couple of times last night.

“Kylie, dear,” Mrs. McDougal said, taking her voice to that understanding grandmother tone, the one they used to try and convince their grandchildren to do something to change their behavior without first resorting to threatening punishment. there something you could do so there is not as many of those sounds?”

Kylie sighed. In that second she wished she still smoked, because she would have surely sat up and lit one then. Short of finding a way to get you evicted, Mrs. McDougal?

“Want me to shake that big ass, girl?,” he had panted.

“I want you to put something else up there besides your fingers and that beer bottle,” she had gasped back.

“Maybe if,” the older woman went on, “I don’t know. If there was a way to tone things down.”

Again Kylie shook her head as she held the phone. She did her best to keep her voice even and reasonable normal, a feat made slightly harder because at the moment Mr. Tinkle decided to flex his toes and dig all of his front claws into her bare and soft flesh. “So which noises do you want me to work on the most, Mrs. McDougal? The moaning, the bed creaking or the part when I say oh that’s it, baby, fuck me harder?”

On the other end of the line the other woman took a sharp breath. “Why, I’ve never-”

the point, Marion, you never,” Kylie told her. He cheeks were red, her anger now rising. Mr. Tinkle opened his eyes and looked at her with a stupefied look on his face, twitching his ears back. “So next time don’t waste time calling me to complain about the noise, just call the police so I can have enough time to get fucked without having to stop.”

“Wh-, Kylie!,” the older woman sputtered on the other end of the line. “You can’t talk that way over the phone.”

“It’s 1999, Mrs. McDougal!,” Kylie replied. With that she took the phone away from her ear and pressed the hang up button.

How out of it could you get?

She looked down at Mr. Tinkle, who still had that look of worry on his face. />
Mr. Tinkle looked at her and twitched his left ear a couple of times. Then he silently rose to his full height and hopped off of her, waddling off to the bedroom.

“Thanks a lot,” she sighed. She looked at the phone in her hand, considering calling her back and telling her that Emily and Bill were going to come over next weekend and that there were going to try a threesome just to see if she could shock her downstairs neighbor a little bit more. Instead she sat the phone on the coffee table and looked down at her belly and the message penned there.

I SHOOK YOUR BOUNCY BOOTY!!!!

Now Kylie smiled, because almost as if on cue ‘I’m Good At Being Bad’ began to play. After listening for a moment she closed her eyes, easing herself back on the couch and opening her legs. She slipped a hand down, sighing as she slid her finger through that matted tangle of hair to reach and part the throbbing lips of her pussy.
Last night she had turned the CD on to cover the noise they were making when they had gotten to her apartment. The kitchen table had skidded back and hit the wall as he had pushed her against it. Her blouse and bra were ruined as he pulled them off of her, bending her back slightly against the table. Kylie knew that the buttons had all popped off as he jerked it with one hand, catching her bra as well and snapping the left hand strap as he pulled. Alfredo was still strong, even if he had taken on a less physical job.

As she remembered she raised her knees a little higher and opened herself more. She didn’t think she was going to be able to get into her car they had been so all over each other. She had knelt in her front seat for a minute in Sporty’s parking lot while he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and pushed it in her. A couple of other cars had pulled in right at that moment, so he stopped after a few thrust and they straightened themselves out so he could get to his own car and follow her home.

Back from there it was a blur, somewhat. She couldn’t remember driving home or going inside. It just seemed to go from the parking lot to him ripping her clothes off in the kitchen and biting her enough to pinch repeatedly on her breasts. She had tried to pull away but he reached down and ran a hand up her skirt, making her groan a loud and animalistic sound as he plunged his thumb deep in her pussy. Then his mouth was over hers, his tongue inside, as he pounded his thumb hard into her pussy, fondling her breasts through her ruined clothes as he did so.

“Maybe I should turn some music on,” she had suggested, breathless, the moment his mouth was off hers.

he agreed, sounding a little out of breath himself.

Kylie had made her way giddily to the living room with him tailing right along with her, pulling her ruined blouse and bra off her shoulders and discarding them on the floor as they went. Instead of grabbing the remote she went straight to the entertainment center and opened the glass door so she could have access to the stereo. As she turned it on and adjusted the volume Alfredo had worked her skirt down. Kylie got one foot out of it and put it back on the floor. When she raised her other foot off the floor she felt his hand between her legs. He placed an arm around her waist as the music began to play as he slipped more than one finger into her wet and throbbing pussy.

As she though back over it Kylie arched her back against the cushions of the couch and plunged her own fingers deeper. Then with a sigh she drew them back and began rubbing her clit with her index and middle fingers.

Kylie remembered that she had moved her waist after a couple of minutes, making him withdraw his fingers. She had turned and kissed him on the cheek. Then she had giggled and half walked and half stumbled back. He looked at her with a huge smile on his face as he began shucking his own clothes. She took a couple of steps toward the couch. Then she stopped, turning to face him. She took an additional two steps backward, then looked to him laughing mischievously.

Alfredo didn’t waste any time getting to her. It had been as if he had suddenly been there, pushing her back and forcing her over the arm of the couch. He again showed he was a strong guy grabbing her feet and pulling them up until her heels were on his shoulders. Then he held on to one leg as he took his cock and guided it into her as she laid back over the arm of the couch.

“Oh, God,” she cried. />
“Yeah, you like that, baby?,” he hissed, his voice somehow still sounding casual at the same time. “You like, the sausage Alfredo, huh?”

was her only reply. It was so fucking good and so fucking hot that she was coming already. A small, yet intense orgasm rocked her and she let out a breath. she panted.

“Want me to shake that big ass, girl?,” he had panted. He tightened his grip twisting as he thrust his cock into her.

“I want you to put something else up there besides your fingers and that beer bottle,” she had gasped back.

God, the bottle. Kylie almost couldn’t believe that that and everything else at Sporty’s had happened. And now that she was alone and horny again she wished she had one in the refrigerator. She wondered if that little incident would make Emily consider not bringing anything to drink with her the next time she came, or if she was going to suggest that she start using that as her next party trick to shock and amaze the rest of their friends. She could almost imagine her friend telling everyone, Watch Kylie stick this long neck up her ass.

“Oh, yeah,” she whispered to herself. Trying not to miss a stroke she shifted her weight and worked herself around until she was in a kneeling position, pressing her face against the back of the couch. As she continued to work her clit she did her best to work her other hand around her back. She managed to spread her cheeks, but she could just touch the throbbing bud of her anus with the tip of her fingers reaching from that direction.

It was about at that point last night that she had suggested they go to the bedroom. Alfredo had pulled out and stood over her as she sat herself up. For the first time she had a chance to get a good look at his cock. He was big, but not quite the legend he had been made out to be when they had worked at the Big P in Bartow all those years ago. He was at least six inches though, with a nice knob on the end, and as it hung against his leg it did remind her of the sausages they sold in the meat case at the Big P. He took her hand and helped her slide off the arm of the couch. She gave a slight and breathless giggle, then lead the short way to the bedroom.

Once inside she flipped on the light on the dresser. She looked to him with a smile, then she turned on her video recorder and pressed record.

“Um, what’s that?,” he asked, slipping an arm around her waist and pressing his naked chest to her equally naked back. The dark hair on his chest tickled slightly as she breathed.

“A little something for posterity,” she said. Closing her eyes she reached behind her and slipped her fingers around his stiff and sticky cock, slowly beginning to stroke it. “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.

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

Kylie moaned, her legs feeling slightly rubbery.

That was when the phone rang. The first time.

-3-

Kylie had decided at that point to stop playing with herself on the couch. She didn’t want to bring herself off quite yet. Especially not since she could retreat to the bedroom and watch the tape itself.

She prolonged the moment a little longer, however. First she took a shower. Then she gave Mr. Tinkle his lunch. And then finally she went to the bedroom and turned on the video recorder and rewound the tape. As it whirled back she picked up the connection cables laying looped around the tripod and plugged them into the back of the recorder.

As she waited for it to rewind she laid herself out on her bed, pressing her stomach and breasts into the mattress. Alfredo’s message had been washed away in the shower, and she wished he had used something a little more permanent to write it. Thinking this her eyes fell directly on the Marks-A-Lot marker sitting on the video tape tower in the corner of the bedroom. It would have been appropriate she observed to herself, since it was the marker she used to label the tapes in her small, yet still growing every now and then, collection of private home videos.

Kylie shifted on top of her sheets and pulled herself forward slightly until her arms and shoulders were in a position to hang off the edge of the mattress. She read the names off to herself as she let her eyes trail down the half stack of tapes, a slight smile curled her lips, still not quite as big as her corner tearing one that morning, but still a fairly big smile. The tapes were a source of personal entertainment, as well as being a source of protection. Say for instance if she ever needed to she could make a copy to send to Mrs. Alfredo, or at least threaten to, if things ever got out of hand.

Though, she a little sadly mused to herself, she was sure that last night was just a one time thing.

But she could relive it over in detail, again and again.

The video recorder made a growling and clicking sound, followed by the sound of the motor powering down as the rewind shut off.

Well, at least a fairly good part of it can be relived in detail, she thought with a smile.

Kylie scooted herself on her stomach until she reached the foot of the bed, then she slipped off and stood up. She went to the TV and turned it on. The screen was already blank and blue because she used the TV in the bedroom for nothing other than watching her “home movies”.

After grabbing the remote she sat back down on the edge of the bed and adjusted her glasses before pointing it at the video recorder and pressing play.

-4-

It had been about five or six years since she had seen Alfredo. They had run into each other a couple of times after she had quit her job at the Big P, just before she turned 18. Other than that she had not seen him until the week before when he had come into Sporty’s Sports Bar & Grill. She had recognized him immediately as she saw him walk up to the bar the previous Friday, he hadn’t changed too much. He was tall and slightly stocky, a dough boy with a belly, but a face that was somewhat cute and handsome at the same time. He looked like a real nice guy, the kind you knew right off was fun and jolly, and maybe somewhat of a momma’s boy.

However, he had had somewhat of a reputation, even back then, as a real bad boy. Maggie and Alice, whom she had worked with at the Big P as well, had plenty of stories to tell from first hand experience. He had once, according to them, had a fivesome, with Maggie and Alice and two other girls, and they agreed that everyone had been completely satisfied despite the fact the girls had him outnumbered four to one. Alice’s mother had caught them once, and somehow smooth talking Alfredo convinced her mother to join in the action. On top of that there were dozens of tales of him messing around with different girls at work, on site and on the clock.

After she had left the Big P she heard through the grapevine that he had gotten into some trouble. Someone finally caught him fucking one of the cashiers in the milk cooler. He was the assistant meat manager at that time, and he had been demoted and moved to another store, which to Kylie’s knowledge ended the wild goings on in the Bartow Big P’s meat department.

Looking at him then she realized how he had gotten so many girls. It was because he was so smooth and easy going. He did come off as the big friendly guy that everyone liked instantly. He had flirted with her occasionally back then, making inappropriate jokes about giving her a little sausage Alfredo.

Thinking about it as she watched him order had made her wonder what it would have been like. After thinking about this for less than a minute she suddenly decided she wanted to see if she could make it happen now. She had looked over to Emily and told her she knew that guy. Then she called and got his attention and waved him over.

Like her he immediately recognized who she was and came to sit down. She introduced him to Emily, Bill, Doug and April, Doug’s current girlfriend. As she expected he seemed to fit right in, because Alfredo was just that kind of guy, the one everyone likes. The next two rounds of drinks he bought.

“So is this your first time at she had asked.

He took a draw off of his beer and nodded. “Yeah. You know, it’s one of those places I’ve been by a thousand times but have never tried.” He tapped the bottle with his left hand, the wedding band on his finger making a slight click as it touched it.

“And where’s Mrs. Alfredo?,” she asked.

“Oh, her and her sister are having ladies night, so I had to find somewhere to give a try,” he replied.

She had glanced at Emily. Her friend slit her eyes and gave a somewhat knowing smile. “How often do the ladies go out?”

Alfredo gave a huge grin and a slight laugh. “Not often enough.” He took another sip of beer.

Damn, she thought.

“Though she is going out of town next weekend,” he continued. “Some real estate thing, seminars on selling and stuff, no spouses welcome. So next weekend I’ll be hanging out somewhere on my own again.”

“Well, you can always come back here,” Emily suggested. Kylie had known that she knew what she was thinking and was throwing it out there to help her out. here most Fridays and />
Alfredo looked to them across the table and nodded. “Then I guess I have plans, huh.” He then smiled directly at Kylie and raised his eyebrows, making what she though of as a sly look disguised as a comical one.

“Well, I’ll definitely be here,” she said.

He nodded again. “Then it’s a date.”

Emily slightly turned her head and gave a wink. From the smirks on their faces it was apparent that Bill and Doug knew where things were going to be headed as well. Too bad Mrs. McDougal was the only one in the fourplex that had no idea, Kylie would think in hindsight.

After that they had talked along for while, catching up. Alfredo was still working for the Big P, although now he was a front end manager. To this Kylie had remarked that that position probably made it hard since he was used to working with his meat everyday.

He got the joke, but didn’t announce it. Instead he casually told everyone that when he first worked for the chain that they used to cut a majority of the meat instead of having it brought in precut. Having to move sides of beef had been the thing which had really kept him in shape when Kylie had worked with him. “Those guys and girls have it so easy now.”

“So you decided to move onto harder work?,” Doug asked.

Alfredo had shrugged. “Well, naw, the misses, she’s a mover and shaker, so she really wanted me to do something else than be a meat manager. And I like it, you know. I’m kind of a people person.”

“So she didn’t want you to play with your meat all day?”, Kylie asked, a sly grin on her face.

He nodded and kind of laughed. “Yeah, I guess so.” He looked at her and gave her a smile which she was sure had thawed even some of the most icy girls over the years. “And she like refused to let me in the kitchen to cook if I had been working the department that day.”

“You like to cook I take it?,” Emily asked.

He shrugged again, still smiling, answering without taking his eyes off Kylie. “Yeah. Italian. You know. It’s in the blood.”

Kylie smiled and took of sip of her Zima in an attempt not to laugh. The turn in the conversation gave her a little opening. “So, do you make the sausage Alfredo still?”

Alfredo snorted and chuckled slightly, nodding. “Oh yeah. It’s been a long time since I said that one though.”

Kylie nodded. “Yeah, I know. You asked me about making it a long time ago, but I never got around to trying.”

Emily looked away and Kylie knew that her friend was rolling her eyes at that one.

He looked to her, a shit eating grin on his face, his brown eyes locking on hers. “Well, especially since I got married, I like to make cooking a team effort.”

“I see.”

“So I make the sausage Alfredo and my helper puts the effort into making the sauce, hey.”

That was enough to get everyone at the table laughing. As they all laughed he kept his eyes on Kylie’s and she kept hers on his. It was obvious to him, she was sure, that he knew where this was going and that he was already intending on getting all the way there next week. She picked up her Zima and took another slow sip, letting her lips linger on the top of the bottle before pulling them off.

“I gotta run to the bathroom for a minute,” Alfredo announced. let anyone take my seat, okay.”

worry, Alfredo, I she assured him. Kylie looked him over as he stood up, again noting that he had not changed that much. He was wearing a yellow dress shirt and tie, an obvious indication that he had just come from work before deciding to try Sporty’s for the first time. As he walked through the other patrons of the sports bar she noted that he had a flat ass.

“Oh, Christ,” Emily groaned playfully. “Why don’t you just get up and follow him?”

Kylie shook her head, a huge smile on her face. “No way.”

Emily took a sip of her drink. “Not like it’s anything you haven’t done before.”

April gasped and said, “Oh, my.” Apparently, like Mrs. McDougal, she was expecting that Kylie was a virgin just because she was overweight and wore glasses.

“That was only one time,” Kylie defended herself. “You always talk like I do it all the time.” She looked at April, doing her best to make her face appear serious. “We were at a club in Orlando, and I was sure I wasn’t going to ever see that guy again.” She cut her eyes in the direction of the restrooms. “I have a pretty good feeling he will be back here next week.”

“Um,” April said. She picked up her own drink and took a sip.

“I think Ky is freaking you out,” Doug commented.

the other girl said, timidly.

Kylie closed her eyes, rolling them in her head behind the lids. If this kind of thing shocked April then she knew that her relationship with Doug was going to be exceptionally brief.

“It ain’t a big deal, girl,” Doug said, as if on cue. “People fuck in bathrooms all the time. Just not always with two guys at the same time.”

“I was pretty drunk that night,” Emily growled.

April’s face turned ashen. Kylie could tell even in the dim light of the bar room.

“We,” Bill added correcting.

“We,” Emily repeated.

“Yeah, yeah,” Doug agreed, then taking a sip off of his beer. “All three of us were.”

Kylie found it hard to keep from laughing. The look on his face was priceless.

“Um,” April said. “You and her have had sex before?”

Emily cracked a huge smile and snorted. That was all it took for Kylie and the guys to start laughing as well. “Of course not,” she laughed, enjoying seeing April momentarily squirm.

Kylie knew that her friend wanted to roll her eyes because it was obvious that Doug’s flavor of the month was already possessive and lacking a sense of humor. She predicted, correctly, that she would probably be gone by the next week because Doug was not the kind of guy who liked a girl to show much interest in being anything other than fuck buddies. The next Friday she would be replaced with Dawn, who had a bigger sense of humor, bigger sexual appetite, and bigger boobs.

“I was there in spirit though,” Doug said. He hugged April to him and it was obvious the whole idea of bathroom sex made her uncomfortable. “I mean, anyway, if I knew what had been taking them so long in the bathroom that night I would have been next in line.”

Bill kind of frowned, but it was nowhere near as obvious as April’s.

Emily casually raised an arm and flipped him off.

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At that moment, thinking of fuck buddies, Kylie saw that Alfredo was making his was back to the table.

“Hey, kids, did I miss anything?,” he questioned, pulling out his chair.

“Oh, not too much,” Bill said.

“Just talking a little about bathroom sex,” Doug informed him. “You know anything about the />
Alfredo just cracked a grin. Again it was one of those times when he looked like an innocent momma’s boy, his cheeks slightly reddening. “Hee, hee.”

“Oh, I think Alfredo probably has more experience than anyone here,” Kylie spoke up. She looked to him across the table and smiled. “I heard a lot of tales about the employee’s restroom when we worked at the Big P.”

Alfredo smiled back. There was a gleam in his eyes. He gave a chuckle. “Guilty as />
She looked at him looking back at her, and he still had that gleam in his eyes. It was obvious that he knew why she wanted him to come back and hang out with them the next week. And it was obvious to Kylie that he was planning on coming back to give her whatever it was she wanted. She found herself squirming in her seat a little just thinking of the possibilities of what sausage Alfredo would be like.

-5-

For the rest of the evening they all sat around, drinking beers, joking around, and swapping stories about work and life in general. Doug and April had left early, no doubt because she didn’t recover from him joking earlier about being in a threesome with Emily and Bill. They left a little after 11, and Kylie was pretty sure that her friend was ready for some action with her husband. So that left Kylie and Alfredo alone for about an hour and a half before he had to leave to be home.

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.

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. />
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. 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 />
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. 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.

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.

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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. 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.

get to this,” he said on the tape.

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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.

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. 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 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.”

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.

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.

she cried. “Give it to me.”

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 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?”

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.

The headboard hit the wall loudly. Another bang of the headboard against the wall.

she panted back. The headboard slapped the wall again. 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. And again. 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.

going to answer it?,” he asked, looking down.

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

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.

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.”

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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.

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

he hissed.

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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.

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! />
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.

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BANG, BANG, BANG.

“You fuckin’ lovin’ it, moose slut?”

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BANG, BANG, BANG.

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.

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.

yeah, fuckin, yeah, FUCK’N YEAH!”

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

she cried from under him, a noise she knew she was making either with her mouth closed or her face pressed into the pillow. 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.

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. />
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.

give up,” she told him with drunken confidence.

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.

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.

Kylie took the first opportunity to be suggestive. Looking right at Alfredo she raised her bottle of Zima to her lips and licked the edge of the lime wedge stuffed in the top of the bottle with the tip of her tongue. Then, keeping her eyes on him, she used her lips to pull the wedge out and sucked it into her mouth. She slurped loudly to suck the juice out of the lime wedge.

Alfredo commented. “Straight lime, now that’s pretty bitter.”

Kylie giggled. “I’ve sucked down worse.” She gave him a wink.

“Oh, God, you’re so sick,” Emily said, feigning disgust.

“Wohoo, Kylie,” Dawn said. “You go girl.” She was definitely going to be more fun to have around than April.

Not finished she spit the lime wedge into her hand and then used her finger to poke it back in the top of the bottle, pushing it down until it went past the neck. Then she raised it to her mouth and slipped the neck of the bottle inside, tilting her head back she took a deep pull which took down half the bottle.

Alfredo’s hand went right to her waist. He pressed down on her pubic mound through her skirt and rubbed. “I think I can get you a little something else to suck down later on.”

“Dude, I never knew Ky could swallow like that,” Doug spoke up. “I think I might want to give you a little something-, well more like, a lot of something to suck down later too. Hot damn, girl.”

To this everyone laughed, Dawn included. That was enough to let Kylie know it was going to be a fun night all the way around.

-8-

A couple of hours and about four Zimas later was when the heavy petting really started to get intense. All through the time they had sat there chatting Alfredo had rubbed her leg and her pussy, making excuses to run a hand over a breast each time he moved. She reached and rubbed the front of his pants every now and then to feel the slight hardness of his cock as she did her best to determine how big he was. Each time they kissed and she rubbed it it felt as if it had a steady heartbeat through his clothes that got faster and faster the longer a kiss took.

Their being touchy feely was infectious. Emily would kiss Bill and feel him under the table as well. At one point Doug and Dawn had slid a little closer to them in the corner so that he could run a hand up the leg of her shorts and finger her until she sighed with a little orgasm.

“Think anyone would notice if I got under the table and gave Doug a blow job?,” Dawn asked a little later.

Emily laughed. “Are you kidding?” She picked up her Lite and waved a hand before taking a sip. “Stuff like that goes on in places all the time. With as many people as there are at this table no one would notice or care.”

“I’d notice,” Doug assured her. “I’d care.” He put a hand on his chin and did his best to look as if he were being philosophical. “But, Emmie is right. Under the table blow jobs are a little pass?ecause everyone does it.”

Alfredo turned to Kylie and pressed two fingers to her right breast, pushing the hard nipple in. “What would you do in public to spice things up?”

Kylie smiled a wide grin, showing off her teeth. Then she took the latest bottle of Zima to arrive at the table and put her lips just over the top of the bottle. She took a small sip. Then she sat it back on the table while keeping a hand around the base. she said, trying to make herself sound refreshed. Reaching up with her free hand she twirled a few strands of her hair around as she looked to Alfredo. she said, raising the bottle back up. “I would fuck myself in the ass with this bottle right here.”

“Wow, hey,” Alfredo grinned. “Now that would be fucking hot, babe.”

She smiled and cooed, then took another small sip.

“No way,” Bill said. no fucking way you’d do anything that />
Emily closed her eyes and silently nodded in agreement.

Her friends all knew her too well, of course. It was no doubt why Doug spoke up.

“I dare you,” he said. He raised a hand and pointed at her, extending the pinky on the same hand as if he was Elvis or somebody. “I fuckin’ dare you to do it, Ky, right here, right now.” He knew that she couldn’t resist a dare.

A mischievous smile on her face Kylie shifted on the corner bench and scooted herself to the exact center of the curved seat, Alfredo sliding along with her to give her room. Sure that she was facing anyone else in the barroom head on she rose to a half-squatting and half-standing position behind the table. She noticed Emily and Bill’s eyes going wide as she reached behind herself with her left hand and attempted to hike her short skirt up. A slight shock went through her as she felt hands, on each side, helping her out. She realized that not only was Alfredo helping her out, but Doug was as well.

“Holy shit,” Dawn whispered. Doug’s girlfriend of less than a week sat wide eyed, her attention fully of the action.

Looking dead at Emily and Bill she smirked. Then she coaxed the bottle down enough that she had the base of the neck grasped between her thumb and index finger. She twisted her wrist behind her back and worked the bottle until she had it in a position underneath and behind her. When the cold and hard top of the bottle rubbed against her tight little bud it sent a shiver through her body. It ended up going easier than she had expected because she had Alfredo on one side and Doug on the other helping to hold her ample ass cheeks open.

She sighed and let out a slightly ragged breath as she pushed the end of the bottle into her ass. The first sensation was as the ridges of the twist top brushed past her sphincter, definitely ribbed for her pleasure. The next feeling was as if she had been shocked inside her ass. The acidic juice of the lime and the beer in the bottle made the inside of her ass burn and tingle, but after a moment it only felt like a slightly uncomfortable itch.

Kylie gasped a yeah, then she slowly began working the neck of the bottle in and out of her ass.

“This is pretty hot,” Dawn commented. She moved closer to Doug, putting a hand between his legs as she adjusted herself to get a better view of the action without drawing too much attention to herself from Sporty’s other patrons.

Kylie made a face and sighed out again. She slowly worked the cool neck of the bottle in and out of her ass.

“Looks like it hurts,” Bill commented.

“No, man it’d hurt if she left the cap on,” Doug said.

This made everyone laugh, but not too loudly.

The only one who didn’t was Kylie. She was much too busy pleasing herself with the bottle. There was a hand between her legs, patting her pussy, and it took her a minute or two to realize that it was Doug’s and not Alfredo’s. The whole situation was making her hot enough not to care. She closed her eyes and gasped. “Finger me,” she whispered.

“Go ahead,” Dawn said.

Kylie opened her eyes to see Doug looking at her. She felt his hand move up slightly, the crook of his arm cradling her buttocks.

From the look on her face it was apparent that Emily had just realized what was going on. She shifted in her chair on the outside of the table and rose up to see. Kylie couldn’t help but crack a smile. “No way,” Emily laughed. “No fuckin’ way.”

Bill questioned.

“Doug is rubbing her pussy,” she told him.

Now Bill rose up slightly to look. The couple only ended up looking for a second, both apparently feeling that too much looking would attract unwanted attention to their table.

“Go on and finger it,” Kylie whispered down to Doug. He looked up to her, his eyes a little wide. Then he looked to Alfredo, his partner in helping keep her ass open.

Alfredo gave his, I’m everybody’s friend, big guy smile. “Man, go ahead.”

Doug, cool stud and player Doug, still hesitated. He turned to look at Dawn as she rubbed his cock through his pants.

“Go ahead, you know you want to,” she said, her own voice hungry with lust.

That was all he seemed to need. Having their approval he had taken his index finger and rubbed it through the damp curls of her pussy hair as he guided it to her slit.

Closing her eyes she let out a slight moan as the tip of his finger slid up her slit and then found a way to dip inside. He went straight into her hole, but she didn’t care. Having his finger in her pussy, the bottle in her ass and Alfredo’s hand on her ass at the same time were making her super hot. She tried riding the bottle, but it was not as easy as getting it in from the way she was standing. Kylie knew that she still only had a limited amount of space to work with if she did not want to attract the attention of Sporty’s other patrons.

As if sensing she needed to go further Alfredo reached under her and put his hand on the base of the bottle. Things were getting crowded between her legs with her arm, Alfredo’s hand, the bottle and Doug’s fingers. But it was still enough room for the right motion to get going. She bit her lip, growling inside her mouth as Alfredo suddenly jabbed the bottle into her with a harsh thrust. she moaned, feeling her eyes roll back behind closed lids.

“Yeah, you like that,” Alfredo whispered.

she cooed back. She gasped as he drew it back and jammed it in again.

“Ah, fuck,” Doug gasped in a whisper.

Kylie opened her eyes and glanced at him. Doug was still working a finger in and out of her, his own eyes closed and his head thrown slightly back. Dawn was no longer beside him. Looking down she saw the top of her blonde head moving slowly up and down between his legs.

Looking across the table she could see Emily and Bill were watching the action, seemingly glued to their chairs. They couldn’t participate, couldn’t even try to touch each other or even themselves without attracting attention from where they sat at the table. Looking past them she could see that the sports bar’s other patrons talked, drank and ate on, totally unaware at what was going on at the corner table.

“Bounce my ass with that bottle,” she suddenly whispered, her voice husky. “Make me cum.”

From across the table Emily raised a hand, then her middle finger, flipping her off.

Suddenly she felt Doug’s finger slide out of her pussy, and his arm slid out from between her legs. She opened her mouth to complain and beg for the finger back when she felt something else down there. She realized she was feeling facial cheeks brush against her inner thighs. This was followed by the vaguely familiar feel of a tongue licking and teasing it’s way up her slit.

Kylie opened her eyes and looked down as Alfredo continued to pound the neck of the bottle up her ass. As she expected she saw the blonde top of Dawn’s head between her legs. She had never tried doing anything with another woman before, nor had she ever really had the desire, but at that moment things were so hot she was not about to complain. After all she had never had two guys mess with her at the same time before either.

Could it possibly get any hotter?

As if in response she felt Dawn nudge her belly up and out of the way with the top of her head. Again she rolled her eyes back in her head as she felt the other woman open her pussy with her hands and dip her face into her open and musky hole. She let out a deep sigh and arched back slightly. Unlike her boyfriend Dawn was going right for her clit, with a tongue that was apparently skilled at doing so. Doug for his part reached up and rubbed her left breast through her blouse and bra.

Dawn’s oral exploration of her only lasted a minute or two as Doug felt her and Alfredo worked her ass with the bottle. She decided to move on, and after a moment Doug moved his hand back down, this time digging three fingers into her pussy and jamming them in and out just as hard as her was with the bottle.
she gasped.

Alfredo purred.

Kylie turned and looked to see that, as she expected, Dawn’s head was now between his legs. She turned and leaned to him as he kept jamming the bottle up her ass, not missing a beat. They kissed, softly, and that just made her hotter. She could feel the electric buzz in her clit and knew it was going to be time to cum soon.

“Man, Dawn gives some good head,” Alfredo said in a hushed tone, looking toward Doug.

Kylie was a little jealous because she herself had yet to see Alfredo’s cock.

“Yeah, man,” Doug agreed. He was still stuffing his fingers in her pussy, twisting them slightly as he did.

Alfredo got a slight look of bliss on his face. He sighed, letting a sharp breath out through his lips. “Kind of makes me think of the old days,” he sighed.

The Beef Bagging Bimbos of Bartow, Kylie remembered. That was what they had called Maggie and Alice and the other girls that had worked with him in the meat department at the Big P.

Dawn didn’t suck him for too long, because after a minute she stopped and made her way back to Doug, pausing to kiss her parted thighs along the way. Once she got back to him and started sucking him again he took his hand away from between Kylie’s legs.

This time she did not miss his fingers digging into her pussy. Instead she worked herself up and down to enjoy the ass fucking that Alfredo was giving her with the long neck. God, she wished that she had a camera set up there, or someone to tape everything that was going on. She would kill to be able to watch this over and over. The idea was enough to bring her to the edge now that she only had one person concentrating on one body part and not dividing her attention.

“That it?,” Alfredo questioned. “You about there?”

Kylie bit her lip and nodded. How the fucking hell was he so good that he knew she was going to cum? In fact just thinking it was pushing her even closer. she purred, then gave a sigh.

Alfredo let out a breath and jammed the neck of the bottle hard up her ass. He had done it with enough force to make some of the liquid splash up and out into her ass as if her beer was coming inside her. It burned and stung her insides once more, and the tough of her Zima coming insider her was enough to drive her the rest of the way over the edge. Her ass and pussy spasmed as she let out a moaning breath.

“Come on,” Alfredo told her.

he purred, grinding her ass to meet the thrust of the bottle.
“Bounce it,” she gasped. “Bounce my ass.”

“Yeah, I’m going to shake your bouncy booty,” he whispered to her in a harsh tone.

she moaned. She shivered and her legs felt a little rubbery as she came. It was a big, yet subdued, orgasm. Kylie still had the presence of mind not to attract any unwanted attention.

When it was over she let out another soft groan as she felt Alfredo pull the neck of the bottle all of the way out of her ass. She watched as he sat it on the table. The neck glistened, and there were what looked like semi-transparent streaks from the top of the neck to the flare of the base. Amazingly it was still three quarters of the way full, the lime still stirring it the fizz as the liquid contents of the bottle began to settle.

Looking across the table she saw that Emily and Bill were both still watching, eyes wide. She had the feeling that her friend was cursing her in the head since she and her husband were not in any position to have any action of their own.

Beside her Doug straightened himself up. Once he reached up and pulled his shirt, looking composed, Dawn slipped up from beneath the table. She looked around to the others with a grin on her face. Then she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, showing off a huge glob of Doug’s cum.

“Hot damn,” Bill said as she sucked her tongue into her mouth and swallowed it down.

“Five out of five hard cocks,” Emily added, referring to the adult video rating system in one of the porno magazines that they subscribed to.

Kylie looked back at the bottle on the table. There were thousands of bubbles rising up around where the lime sat at the bottom.

“You gonna drink that down like a good girl?,” Alfredo asked.

She grinned and wrapped her left hand around the base of the bottle. With her right hand she reached down and loosely grabbed Alfredo’s cock. He was still hard and a little sticky from the brief blow job Dawn had given him. Right now she couldn’t wait to get it inside of her. She had rejected the suggestion about fucking him in the bathroom last week, but this week she was not sure she could hold out until they got to wherever they ended up going to.

Kylie raised the bottle up.

Emily smirked and shook her head. “No way.”

Kylie put the bottle to her lips and tilted her head back. She cooed to herself slightly as she swallowed down most of the contents. Smiling to Emily she sat the bottle down on the table and then wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her blouse.

“Oh, my God,” Emily breathed.

Not to be outdone Dawn reached over and grabbed the bottle. “Bottoms up,” she said before tipping her head back and drinking the remainder of the contents.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Doug breathed.

Bill shifted in his seat and pushed his bottle of Coor’s Light to the middle of the table. “Well, I think this is the time when you’re supposed to say, check please.”

And of course he was right, because now, Kylie was pretty sure, everyone at the table was ready to fuck.

-9-

Kylie had drank enough and been giddy enough after that that she had lost track of events between leaving Sporty’s and getting home. Doug and Dawn had taken off, followed closely by Emily and Bill. She and Alfredo had had another drink before they left the sports bar as well. Looking back on that as she looked to her frozen image on the screen made her realize, that unless Doug and Dawn had went to her place, then there was fucking going on in three out of the four apartments in the fourplex the night before. Yet, she had no doubt that, Mrs. McDougal only called to complain about the sound of bouncing coming from hers.

She slit her eyes, trying to remember exactly everything that had happened after they had left. She could remember, a little more clearly, kneeling in the front seat of her Bronco as he got behind her. She had gasped when his cock, still sight unseen, slipped into her sopping pussy. Clearly she remembered taking her glasses off and sitting them on the dash so they would not go flying across the seat or into the floorboard. He had placed a hand on her head and urged her back as he thrust into her.

It was still early and there were too many cars still pulling into Sporty’s parking lot. Alfredo had stopped to put his cock away, but he told her to keep kneeling there for a minute. Then next thing she knew was that he reached between her legs from behind and jammed his fat thumb up her ass, rhythmically pounding it as soon as he slid it inside. His fingers were so fat, she realized now, that they were probably thicker than Danny, not Donny’s, cock.

Alfredo leaned in closer and reached down around her waist and found her slit with the fingers of his other hand. He frigged her clit with a vengeance as he pounded his thumb up her ass. It made a loud slapping sound each time it came in contact with her round cheeks and it was that sound that further excited and aroused her. she panted.

“Come on, Kylie, come on,” he urged, his voice soft. Once again it seemed he was right in tune with her needs.

Kneeling in the front seat she groaned and panted, almost out of breath, as she had another orgasm. She heard the sound of tires on asphalt coming from close range, but it was not enough to deter Alfredo from fingering her holes until she let her body go a little limp as her orgasm subsided.

“I can’t wait to fuckin’ fuck you,” he whispered, leaning closer to her ear. He pulled his thumb out of her ass.

“You want to follow me home?,” she asked. He took his finger out of her slit and then his arm out from around her waist. Already she wanted him to make her come again.

be easier,” he said.

And I can capture the moment, she had thought to herself.

The drive from Sporty’s to the apartment complex was still lost in the haze. She remembered getting out of the Bronco and telling him where he had parked was fine. She also remembered him kissing her and fondling her breasts as they reached the outside stairway that lead to the second floor. Somewhere in there she could vaguely remember him reaching up and touching her bare ass up her skirt as he ascended the stairs behind her.

Then suddenly they had been in her kitchen, him pushing her against the kitchen table, which had in turn bumped against the wall with a loud bang. He grabbed her blouse, catching her bra strap at the same time, then yanked and sent the buttons of her yellow blouse flying across the kitchen. There was a rip of fabric as the strap of her bra snapped, gravity instantly jerking her left breast a little lower. His hand was on it in an instant, squeezing and pinching as he gave her a hard and passionate kiss.

It was from there she could remember clearly everything that had happened. Him giving pinching bites to her exposed breast. Suggesting she put on some music to cover their noise. Him stripping her as she went to the entertainment center. Turning on the TLC CD. Then at last seeing his cock before he had pushed her over the arm of the couch and plunged it into her hungry pussy.

And of course she had suggesting coming into the bedroom, where of course her video recorder was.

Kylie looked to her frozen face on the screen, then pointed the remote at the recorder. The image unfroze as her face came in closer. Then there was a momentary haze of static followed by her face filling the screen again. A rainbow colored stress line appeared and rolled up the screen as she image cleared up.

-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.

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?”

he replied.

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.

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.

G-God!,” Kylie moaned.

like that, he panted as he fucked his hard cock into her ass.

she breathed, barely audible.

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

she repeated.

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Bang.

“Huh, Huh?”

BANG, BANG.

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’ />
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.

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.

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, he slammed it back in to the balls. The headboard smacked the wall, again sounding like another loud gunshot.

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.

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!”

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.

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! />
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.

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.”

she panted. Then she cried, “I love the sausage />
“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.

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! />
“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!”

Kylie screamed. />
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. 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.

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.

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

story by: Master_Vyle

Tags: fiction sex story

Author: Master_Vyle

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