1 comments/ 14306 views/ 0 favorites Bump and Grind By: and13 You wanted to go out to the club but I really didn't want the loudness, smoke and people. So I said we can have the club here. You looked at me like I was crazy. I said we have the music, we have drinks and we have us, that is all we need. I tell you to go get ready just as if we were going to the club. You go up and shower and start getting ready and as soon as you are out of the shower I jump in and clean up as well. I finish and quickly dress and head back to the living room. I set up your music and turn it on, I turn the lights down low and move the furniture out of the way, opening up the room. You tell me your ready so I fix you a drink and hand it to you as you come in. The song playing is slow, so we kind of sway together, you back to me pressing against my body. You decided on a dress and as per usual you heels, you look great. You finish your drink as the song changes into one of the club songs you like. You immediately start grinding your ass against me and moving with the music. I move my hands to your hips and just try to move with you as best I can. This continues throughout the song and as the song changes you turn around and loosely wrap your arms around my neck. You then proceed to grind your body against mine. I lean down and give you a kiss, just a quick one as you go on moving your body against mine. The song ends and moves into another, you remove your arms and I slide away to get a drink. You continue to dance away, I fix you another drink and watch you dance. When the song ends another slower song begins and I hand you your drink. Again you back into me and we sway together with the music, your body pressed against mine as we drink our drinks. Needless to say all your grinding and swaying and rubbing of your body against mind is starting to have an impact on my body. As my slacks are beginning to develop a definitive bulge in the front. You hand me your glass, which is now empty, and begin to rub your ass up and down what is an obvious bulge in my pants. I am thinking to myself that I am really enjoying this particular club. I reluctantly separate from you and put the glasses down. Again you continue to dance with the music. You seem to be in a world of your own, but you look up, smile and beckon me to you with your finger. I step behind you and pull you towards me by your hips. You press into me and really grind against me. You reach up with your hands to the back of my head, really stretching your body against mine, and pull my head down against your neck. I take the lead and start to kiss and nuzzle your neck, you bring your hands back down and continue to press against me. As I continue to kiss your neck and keep moving, as much as I can, in time with you I can feel your whole body pressed against me. I am sure that you can feel my full arousal against you. I don't know how much longer we kept dancing with you constantly pressed against me and grinding, but I knew I needed another drink and a break. I peeled away from you, got a drink and sat down. I saw you look at me and you danced your way over in front of me. You continued to dance with the music but it was obvious that you were dancing for me. You started running your hands all over your body as you danced, along your hips, over your belly all the way up to your breasts. You turned your back to me as you danced over and positioned yourself between my legs. You then proceeded to grind against my crotch. I know that you could easily feell how hard I was as you ground against me. You lay back against me and continued to rub your body on mine in time with the music. You then grabbed my hands and moved them to your breasts as you sat up. As you ground your ass against what is now a very stiff cock I massaged your breasts, squeezing and kneading as you moved to the music. You pulled away from me and turned to face me, you slid your body up mine and pressed your lips to mine. As we kissed you continued to move with the music, your whole body rubbing against mine. As the song changed to a slower song you got up and grabbed my hands and pulled me up. You pressed your body against mine and wrapped your arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around you and pulled you even closer. I leaned down and kissed you, my tongue entering your mouth and intertwining with yours. We kissed and held each other close as we swayed to the music. The song ended and we pulled apart breaking the kiss and all physical contact. You started to dance to the music again, running your hands all over your body once again. I saw you reach behind you and unzip your dress, you let it fall to the floor as you continued to dance to the music. You stood there in a sexy lace bra and skimpy panties and continued to dance. As you moved towards me you continued to run your hands all over your body again squeezing and kneading your breasts. As you reached me you turned around showing me your ass clad only in a thong and proceeded to grind against my now very stiff cock. As you ground against me you continued to massage your breasts, I reached down and grabbed your hips, pulling you against me even harder. I let my hands slide over your hips and around your ass, just lightly touching. You turned around and pressed your body against mine. I leaned down and kissed you as your fingers started to work on the buttons of my shirt. We continued to kiss as you slid my shirt off me, you then pressed yourself against my body even harder. I could feel your hard nipples poking through your bra as I reached down and grabbed your ass, pulling you tight against me. You reached between us and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, I kicked off my shoes as you started to slide my pants down. You were squatting before me and could clearly see my erection bulging in my underwear as you slid my pants off. You slid your body back up mine and brings your lips to mine. We kiss passionately as you continue to move your body to the music. You break the kiss and turn around clearly pressing your ass against my stiff cock and start grinding to the music. I reach down and pull you against me, I wrap my arms around you and gently squeeze your breasts. The song ends again and changes to something slow and as we sway pressed together, you start to slide your ass up and down my stiff cock. You turn around and I pull you against me, I lean down and kiss you and as we kiss you work your hand between us to rub my stiff cock. As we sway to music I slowly work my lips across your neck, licking and kissing my way lower. I am soon leaning over and kissing the tops of your breasts as your hand is slowly rubbing up and down on my cock as we continue to sway with the music. The music changes and breaks us out of the trance we were in. You pull away again and indicate you would like a drink. I agree and get us both drinks. I bring yours to you and you slow your body to drink, not stopping, just moving to the music. I again go sit down, you finish your drink and set the glass down. You again begin to really move with the music, again running your hands all over your body as you move towards me. You reach behind you and unclasp you bra as you move to the music and let it fall to the floor. You move your hands back to your breasts and start squeezing, the whole time slowly moving closer to me. You again turn your back to me and again move your ass against my crotch and begin to grind all the while continuing to massage and squeeze your breasts. You lean back against me and continue your grind as you start to pull and twist your nipples. I reach down and put my hands on your hips and pull you harder against me. As you grind your hips and play with your nipples I slide my hand from you hip and over your panty. I can feel your wetness through your panty as I rub my finger over your pussy. As I rub your pussy you grind against my cock harder and pull and pinch your nipples, all of a sudden you stiffen and a shudder runs through your body as you orgasm. You sit up and then get up and kneel between my legs. You pull my underwear down and release my cock. You then lean forward and lick my cock from top to bottom and back up before taking the tip between your lips. I involuntarily thrust my hips forward sliding more of my cock into your mouth. You proceed to suck and lick my cock, your head moving slowly up and down. I can feel myself getting close and I pull you off my cock. I stand up and pull you up and turn us around. I ease you down on the couch and kneel between your legs. I peel your wet panties off your body. I then lean in and part your lips with my tongue, licking all the way from the top to the bottom and back up. I then lick all around your stiff clitoris before taking it between my lips. I then roll it between my lips and then let it slip out as I slowly bring my tongue down. I slide my tongue into your waiting pussy and lick all around. I then thrust my tongue in and out of your pussy bringing you closer to another orgasm. When your hips start to meet my thrusts I remove my tongue and slide my body up yours. I kiss you as I slide my stiff cock into your very wet pussy. Sliding it all the way in until my balls rest against your ass, I hold my cock you as we continue to kiss. I then slowly withdraw my cock until the tip is just in you. I feel you raise your hips trying to draw me back in and I oblige you by thrusting deep. We are both very worked up by now and all that matters is bringing each other to a wonderful and glorious ending. I start thrusting harder into your pussy with you meeting each thrust. You then start to buck wildly as your orgasm begins and your pussy clamps down on my cock. This triggers my orgasm as I thrust deep into your pussy. Our bodies pressed together and as we both cum I lean over and kiss you. We hold the kiss as our orgasms subside. We break the kiss and smile at each other both knowing that we will want to try this "club" experience again. Bump And Grind Edited by Rozezwild Alexi and Lake jumped, stumped, and bumped to the beat of the music in Alexi's bedroom. They had just got back from the club, but was still feeling the grove. Alexi was in her boy shorts, short T, and socks while Lake only wore boxer briefs. Alexi pushed her ass back on to Lake's crotch. He dipped pushing his bulge right up to her crotch. "Uhg!" Lake grunted grinding his hard-on. "Mmmmmm!" Alexi put her hand on her bed as she rolled back against her brother's grind. Lake thrust and thrust again. "Oh shit Lexi!" He pulled out his dick and pushed it up against the crotch of her short. Alexi put her knee on the bed and moved the crotch of the lacey shorts allowing her brother dick to enter her hot pussy just before he started to shot his cum. They kept humping and grinding. Alexi dug her fingernails into her covers, straining as her orgasm exploded. "Oh shit Alexi, we just fucked," Lake said. "I was there." Alexi sat on her bed exhausted. "Why didn't you stop me?" "Stop you? Don't be stupid. I wanted it just as bad as you." "Really?" "Jeez, I wonder how in the hell you ever got into college," Alexi said. "I know I've been wanting to do you, but I didn't think you wanted me like that," he said. "You see me putting my ass up on anyone else like that?" she asked. "No. I thought you did it with me like that because I'm your brother and you trust me." Lake shrugged his shoulders. Alexi shook her head. "How about this Lake? I...want...you...to...fuck me! Jeeze!" "You want him to do what!?" Brenda, their mother pushed open the door. "I thought I heard y'all fucking, apparently I was right. Put you dick in your shorts, boy!" Alexi and Lake were froze. Brenda pulled on Lake's shorts letting his shrinking fall before letting the waste band snap back against his waist. "I knew that booty dancing shit would led to this. Lake go wait in your room while I talk to this girl." Brenda gave him a shove, folding her arms until he left. She locked the door and sat down with Alexi. "Honey, you're twenty years old and nobody can tell you who you can fuck, but trust me, you don't want to fuck your brother. I've been there." Alexi looked very surprised, as stern as her mother was. "The first thing that's going to happen is that you're going to fall in love. Y'all are going to fuck like rabbits, and he's going to be you're little puppet, because he'd be getting more pussy than he ever dreamed of. Then you're going to want more and he's not going to be able to give it to you, so you're going to put the breaks on. One problem, he's in the other room with a big black dick and you need it, so you let him hit it every now and then. Next problem, some other girl wants him. You're not going to have that, because no matter who she is, she's not going to be good enough. And, you're going to be real ugly about it. After a while you're learn how to deal. Your Uncle Ray still has to give me some, so I won't rip his wife's head off. I became one jealous bitch." Brenda put her hand on her daughter's thigh as the tears began to fall. "I've been trying to so hard and he finally got it, mom." Alexi whipped her tears. "This is one thing you can be sure of, he's going to be right under your foot. I'm not going to stand in your way, but remember what I told you." Brenda left her daughter alone with her thoughts. Lake was pacing the floor when Brenda entered locking the door behind her. "Mama I..." "Boy shut up!" She pushed the nineteen year old on his bed with a flick of her wrist. She pulled his dick out shorts and held it firmly. "Alexi got it bad for this thing and you better give it to her. I swear, I'll never know how you ended up with a dick this big." She took the head of his cock into her warm mouth and stroked its length. An uncontrollable grin came on his face. He cupped one of her hanging tits. He squeezed it firmly and then moved his hand to her ass. He slid his hand under her gown and found her without panties. He pushed his finger inside of her hot pussy. "You only get one piece of pussy in this house at a time." She removed his hand and continued sucking on his dick. Bump and Grind Internet matchmaking and dating websites promise prospective customers the moon. Simply by filling out a questionnaire and posting a risqué photograph of someone who's way sexier than oneself, these sites claim, a man can meet the woman (or man) of his dreams and vice versa. The quizzes are supposed to test potential lovers' "compatibility." In reality, they test potential customers' gullibility. Like the "Can You Draw This?" ad, which challenges people interested in art (half the planet's population) to draw a stick figure or a smiley face and then sends them the good news that not only have they passed the test but they are also eligible to enroll in an exclusive art school, the tuition for which is only half their life's savings, the remainder of which will be spent on supplies, furnished, of course, by the art school itself, Internet matchmaking and dating services guarantee that the lovelorn will become lovebirds if (and only if) they avail themselves of a particular service's website, membership in which costs about the same as enrollment in the aforementioned art school. I have a much cheaper way to pick up girls (or guys), which works just as well whether a person is bisexual, heterosexual, homosexual, transsexual, or pansexual. It costs nothing. It's easy. It's fast. It's effective. Interested? Just send me $19.95, and--just kidding. You did see the part about it being free, right? Here's all there is to meeting the girl or the guy or your wet dreams. While you're tooling along in your station wagon or duct-taped VW, trying to get your mileage up to 1,000,000 miles, check out your fellow motorists' bumper stickers or, as I prefer to call them, bumper snickers. (If a fellow motorist's car doesn't sport at least one bumper snicker, forget about the driver, no matter how sexy he or she might be; he or she is not for you, trust me.) Tip: the more bumper snickers a guy or gal has plastered over his of her bumper, or, even better, the rear end of his or her car, the better. Remember the questionnaires with which matchmaking and dating websites plague the lovelorn? Well, bumper snickers are the answers to these kinds of invasive personal questions with the benefit to you of never having to pose such inquiries and, in the process, maybe piss off the person you're interrogating. You can learn a lot from reading other drivers' bumper snickers, not only about their sexual orientations and preferences, but also about their religious beliefs, philosophical positions, political convictions (or, depending upon your own political convictions, lack thereof), their morals (if any), their sense of humor, and their parental status. At the same time, you can get your day's quota of snickers. Here are just a few of the bumper snickers at which I've snickered lately: Of course I'm out of my mind; it's dark and scary in there! (Not a good choice for date.) You're just jealous because the voices talk to me. (Also, not likely to be what you're looking for in a mate.) Now the voices are texting me. (Not appropriate even for a one-night stand.) Carpe chocolatum. (At least, you know what to buy him or her for Valentine's Day.) Power depends on obedience. (Whether the driver's a sadist or a masochist is hard to say, but an interest in BDSM seems clear enough, if that's what floats your boat.) The problem with political jokes is how often they get elected. (An anarchist?) Democrats make better lovers--who's ever heard of a good piece of elephant? (This person's obviously an ass lover.) What if the Hokey Pokey really IS what it's all about? (This person is most likely an existentialist.) What would Jesus do for a Klondike bar? (Maybe this individual watches a little too much TV.) Guess where I'm pierced. (Sounds promising.) Life sucks--and it leaves some mean hickies. (Here's a hot prospect.) It's not length of life, but depth of life.--Ralph Waldo Emerson. (Maybe there was more to Transcendentalism than we were taught in high school!) Life is short; play naked. (Obviously, a nudist.) She who dies with the most shoes wins. (A foot fetishist.) MEN. Bigger. Stronger. Better. (There's probably a pink inverted triangle somewhere on the bumper of this guy's car, too.) Coffee. Chocolate. Men. Some things are just better rich. (A gold digger who's up front enough about it to advertise it on her rear bumper.) My mother never saw irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch. (He has a sense of humor, but he could be a product of incest.) Liquor in the front, poker in the rear. (You've struck pay dirt!) I have only another tip or two to add, and you're through. First, avoid anyone whose bumper snicker is two or more lines or takes more than, say, five seconds to read. He or she is probably a windbag who lives to hear him- or herself talk, who hogs every conversation, and who wants to converse (or soliloquize) only and always about him- or herself. In other words, such a person is apt to be a narcissist, which is another word for a selfish, royal pain in the ass (and not in a good way). Worse yet, such idiots are likely to be humorless. Here are some examples of the sort of thing I'm talking about: I'm going off to find myself. If you see me before I get back, please let me know where I'll be. SURGEON GENERAL'S WARNING: Smoking is bad for you. You've always known that. So if you do it for 20 or 30 years, don't come crying to the courts if it makes you sick. How stupid are you, anyway? If I loved my neighbors like myself, there'd be a lot more smiles in my neighborhood! Second, as counter-intuitive as it may seem, bumper snickers about sex are, as a rule, neither funny nor sexy, so avoid people with bumper snickers like these affixed to their rear ends: Sex is the moist fun thing you can do. I'm not losing hair, I'm getting head. I'm GREAT in bed (I can sleep all night). I could go on. And on. And on. But you get my drift. Bumper snickers are better than any Internet matchmaking or dating website or service--they get to the heart of the matter, identifying, at a glance, and using passable wit and humor to do so, what makes others tick religiously, philosophically, politically, morally, sexually, and otherwise, offering an opportunity for a match that's made in heaven. And they're free!