Hello Darkness, my Old Friend.

Responses varied, as you can imagine. I had one outright Ewwww! But most of the ones I asked had something to say. 

Not all my friends lived in very large homes like mine. Some families had foregone upgrading their homes in favor of paying school fees and everything that goes with them. Here’s a few responses. 

Hazel

Huh…well lemme see. Yeah, I heard them. Their headboard backed onto my wall and I’d hear thump, thump, thump, getting faster and faster. Mum wasn’t very vocal, but dad was. He would moan and groan and always, and I mean always announce when he was gonna cum. Nothing unusual, just “I’m cumming!” Did it affect me? No, not in my early teens, certainly not, but later on, I began to mimic what I thought mum was doing, you know, lying on her back, knees spread. Sometimes I’d move my hips in time to the thumping. No, I never, not once thought about my dad doing me. I know some girls get a kick out of that (stop blushing Anna) but eww, no thanks. It was more than it was, you know…real live sex.

Becca

It was like they were two different people, you know? Mild mannered accountant and housewife by day, sex demons by night. I think I became aware of the noises they were making quite suddenly….yeah…like someone flipped a switch when I was 14. I’m sure they didn’t just suddenly decide to be noisy, it’s just like I joined up the dots, you know? I’ve always adored dirty talk (welcome to my world, sister) and it got me super wet. Mum would tell dad “Fuck me…fuck my wet cunt.” All the words I used when I masturbated and sometimes dad would call her dirty names. A couple of times, I heard him call mum her sister’s name…..although come to think of it, mum was away that week, so maybe dad was just masturbating. (Yeah….maybe). Did I masturbate along with them. Yeah…it got me going, so why shouldn’t I? I did wonder though what it felt like to have something, you know….up there. I was 17 before I found of though. I could just about get a finger or a small tampon in there, but mum used to talk about his “enormous cock” and I was a long way from anything enormous. Until one day I had an accident and fell backwards onto my bike saddle. It stung like a bitch and my panties were full of blood. I freaked out of course, but mum took me into their room and told me to lie down on a towel while she had a look. I remember her wry little smile when she looked back at me. “Well, darling, you don’t have to worry about your hymen anymore.” She paused a little before saying “I’d let it heal for a week or so before you….well…you know.” I am sooo grateful to that bike saddle. They way it hurt and bled, I’d have died of embarrassment if that had been with a guy!  A week later though I found out exactly how it feels to orgasm with something enormous in me, but then, I’ve always liked bananas! (Giggle) 

Martha

My biggest problem, well there were two, really. One was that from 13 to 15, I had to share a room with my fucking brother. He was two years older than me. Dad had bought this wreck of a house, but it was on a huge plot of land. He planned to either build something brand new or massively extend the small house we were crowbarred into. So, from 13-15, I had to listen to my brother jerking off most nights. He didn’t seem to give a fuck that I was right there. At 13, I thought it was disgusting, at 14, I figured it was a boy thing, nothing to do with me, but at 15, shortly before he moved into his own room, I began to get curious. I wondered what, or rather who he was thinking about when he did it. Might he have been thinking about me, even? He had caught me naked a couple of times and, well, I wondered, right? I also heard from you and the other girls that boys like smelling our panties (not just boys, sweetie) and sometimes I’d notice that I’d put seven pairs of knickers in the laundry, but only get six back. One time, mum had a talk with me and asked me outright if I had a boyfriend and were we having sex! She was ok about it and just wanted to know if I was ‘safe’. At the time I thought it was just something mums asked their daughters, but it’s only been recently that I wondered if he was using my panties and maybe cumming in them. I never found out though. Anyway, I’d hear him wanking, and as I got older it started to affect me. I found myself feeling fluttery in my tummy, and sometimes my clit might tingle a bit,p. There would be wetness too, sometimes a lot of it. Ok, yes, sometimes I touched myself as he was doing himself. 

Weirdly, now and then we would both hear mum and dad screwing. It seemed like the barriers between him and me broke down immediately and we would piss ourselves laughing at what we heard them doing. Mum, our oh-so-proper mum saying “Oh John….fuck me…fuck me harder.” And dad with his “I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are.”  One night in particular, I remember they started earlier than usual. I was sitting on Stephen’s bed when they really started going at it. We both stifled our giggles, but I remember rolling onto my back and saying “oh John, fuck me….fuck me harder.” Stephen got on top of me and said what dad says “I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are.” And we began to dry hump. Thing is, it felt good…..really good…..too good. With mum and dad providing the soundtrack of filth I guess we both really got caught up in the moment, I felt Stephen was fully hard. I don’t know if he felt me being as wet as I was. (We were both in our sleep stuff…me panties and long t shirt, him in a t shirt and boxers.) But suddenly the giggles became suppressed moans. I admit, I came in my panties. I know Stephen came because his cock slipped out of his boxers and he came onto my tummy. 

It was something we never repeated or even spoke of again. But it was something I jilled myself crazy over. I still do think of that night sometimes. Perverse, dirty, and utterly erotic. 

Sex is often accompanied by sounds. Sometimes on,y of physical exertion, after all, it’s physically demanding. Some say sex is equivalent to a five mile run. I wonder, though, why obscenities seem so popular? Dirty talk done well drives me wild. Maybe it’s another of thise ‘opposites’ I’ve written about before. Nice people don’t use dirty word. So when they do, there’s a power to them. Especially, it appears, if they are sexually orientated words. “Please insert your penis into my vagina” doesn’t work, while “Fuck my cunt with your cock” does. One middle-aged man I had sex with told me “Hearing a girl who has obviously been well brought up and educated talk dirty is a most powerful aphrodisiac.” 

Which brings me onto a somewhat risky point to end with. “Well brought up and educated girls talking dirty.” Well, what about less well brought up and poorly educated girls? (My grandmother would call them ‘lower class’.) Well, from my point of view, it’s just as powerful. I was walking through the city centre last summer and there were a group of young teenage girls sitting on the plaza steps. They were sitting in the same way I used to at school. Whether they were deliberately flashing their panties I don’t know, but one of them said to another “Hey, look. she’s trying to see your cunt” The words hit me like rocks mainly because she was right, I was quite happily imagining what her cunt might look like. But the words alone were enough to cause a minor flood down below. 

Sounds and sights of sex.I would argue both have a place…along with scents.