There is not a sound except that

Of the flickering candle.

Quiet, calm, cozy.

 

You lie on the bed

Your naked back displays its

Slopes and curves.

 

I tell you to relax, receive, enjoy.

Receive this gift of hands in celebration

Of who you are.

 

My strong hands begin the massage

On your shoulders and neck

A gentle massage.

Soft kneading; smooth gliding.

 

Down your back I rub.

Then up again

Smoothing soothing strokes around your edges.

 

Swift soft caresses down the middle of your back

Across the broad muscles of your buttock.

 

Touching the backs of your thighs.

One hand along the length of each leg.

I move slowly.

You feel each of your nerves awake as I pass.

 

Kneeling between your legs now

My thick hairy thighs press against

The inside of yours.

 

Massaging each of your legs.

Two hands on one leg

Moving up so that the edge of my hand

Penetrates your intimate space.

 

Just grazing that warm moist space.

Just touching it.

Feeling a drop of your moisture.

 

Moving higher

I push my palms against the roundness of your rump.

Thumbs work their way between your mounds.

Tips passing through your crack.

 

I lower my mouth and kiss the small of your back

And each dimple beside it.

Why do I love this special curve of yours so much?

 

It’s time for you to turn over.

I place my hands on your forehead and brush your face

Ensuring that you close your eyes.  Relax.

 

I kiss your cheeks

As I cradle your head.

The roughness from my beard

Scrapes your sensitive skin

Softly.

The heat from my breathe

Fondles your ears.

The feathery hair on my chest

Tickles your breasts.

 

I want to make love to you

With my hands and my mouth.

To watch you enjoy it.

I want to revel in your pleasure.

 

I stroke your shoulders lowering

My lips to your nipples

Sucking on each

 

My fingers trace below

Your waist.

Reaching between your legs,

Petting your wisp covered bush.

 

My face draws lower

My mouth joins my fingers.

Wet lips. Licking tongue. Hot breath.

Surrounding your nether region.

 

Fingers penetrate crevices and holes.

Poking.  Prodding.  Awakening unknown places.

Feeling you up and down.

 

I hear your hard breathing.

I sense your muscles tense.

 

Rocking with you

My hand rocking pushing you

Fingers buried deep inside you.

My mouth covers your lips

My lips uncovers my tongue

My tongue moves around your clit

 

Do you like that word?

Clit

Do you like me to suck your clit?

Do you want me to tickle your clit?

I want to tease your clit

To wet it

To rub it so gently

And so quickly.

Your clit.

My tongue.

 

I will suck it.

I will lick it.

Let me kiss it first

With tight lips surrounding it.

 

Your clit.

 

Until you arch for me

Cum for me

 

Pushing fingers in deeper

Finding your g-spot.

Rubbing the very edges of your g-spot.

My fingers fucking you

Faster and faster.

My mouth sucking your hard stiff clitoris

 

Cum for me now

As I suck on your clit

And rub the edges of your g-spot.

 

Cum

Cum hard for me

Let me hear you scream.

 

I feel you clit throb and your pussy pulse

I hear your gasping scream

I love to feel your orgasm.

 

I want to make you cum again.

I want to make you cum again.

Can I?

Can I service you again?

Can I?

 

So I know you are not done yet.

As I lift your legs

Placing your knees over my shoulders

I feel your breath relaxing.

 

Lifting you see my face dripping

With your own juices

My hands reach around and under your thighs

My hands find their way to your breasts.

 

They fill my hands as I squeeze them slightly

My hands slide up surrounding each of your hand nipples.

Holding one I lick the nipple around its rim

Feeling each bump against my tongue.

 

My body continues to move up slowly

Bringing your legs with me.

You feel my torso

Pressing the back of your thighs.

You feel your ass lifting.

You feel your sex

Is open to me as it has never been before

When you are alone.

Spread, lifted, wet and dripping.

Wanting my manhood to fill your cavity.

 

You gasp as I slide into you

Like two puzzle pieces we fit

My cock is buried inside of you.

We’re one.

 

I want to thank all of the Muslims who contribute to Xanga.  Frankly I have not had a lot of exposure to Muslims in my life.  I enjoy almost all the contributions whether well taken photographs, poetic insights, cultural vignettes, tours of their homes and even the occasional comment on my posts.  It’s refreshing to get a direct view and not have to rely on politically slanted news programs.  Thanks for being here.  

   We were returning from an extra long weekend vacationing in the summer sun in Maine.  It was a long drive home and we were both relaxed.  We had set off after a late lunch and figured we would arrive home just about dusk.  I drove and she sat in the shotgun seat with a loose flower print sundress on.  She looked sexy and I was feeling pretty horny in spite of (or maybe because) of our sexually active weekend. 

   Up ahead I saw the convoy – a long column of Army trucks filling the right hand lane of the highway as they drove along at exactly the 55 mile per hour speed limit.  They stretched along the highway for as far as you could see. There wasn’t much traffic since it was a Tuesday and there was plenty of room to pass them in the left lane but I pulled in behind them anyway.

   “Look at that convoy.  Probably filled with hundreds of young athletic men.  They’ve all been away from their girlfriends and they must be frustrated as hell, don’t you think,” I said as my right hand reached over and rubbed her leg.  “Do you want to have a little fun,” I said.  “What do you have in mind,” she replied.

   “Well I thought maybe you’d like me to rub your pussy, while we pass by each of them.”  We had done something like this before on our longer drives.  She liked to have her pussy and clit rubbed gently as we drove along the highway but only once in awhile did we pass a van or a truck where a man driving looked down on us.  She seemed to enjoy it and once one of the vans chased us along the highway trying to get more of a show.  I let him catch us a few times but got a little nervous when he didn’t seem to want to give up and his driving was a but aggressive for me, but I felt safe with the convoy since they were undoubtedly unable to break formation or drive faster than the speed limit.

   I told her to drop her seat back and lie back and relax.  She easily complied, letting me know she was willing.  I pulled her dress up over and she lifted her hips so I could pull her dress over her hips showing her white cotton panties.  I started to rub her panties along her crotch and checked the rear view mirror.  After letting a car by who was trailing along in the left lane, I pulled out behind him and started down along side the column.  Maria had put her chair back so her head was mostly below the window ledge and her face was facing up.  I continued to rub her gently with one finger along the fold of her panties between her legs.  She was simply lying back and enjoying it.  As we passed the first driver he casually looked over followed by a whistle and a leering stare.  I was doing about 60 miles per hour and so slid by him slowly although obviously too fast for him.

   As we passed him, Maria turned to me and laughed.  “That was fun,” she said.  “More coming,” I replied and we approached the second last truck.  I moved by more slowly this time and Maria squirmed in her seat as my finger moved up and down her slit.  “He was real cute,” she said.  We went by about three more trucks and she commented on whether they were handsome or ugly, smiling or leering.  I told her I thought it was time to take off her panties and she immediately complied.  But by the time she was just getting them off we were passing the next driver and he saw what she was doing.  He yelled something out the window and beeped his horn twice.

   She lay back again, repositioned her dress so it was fully up past her waist and spread her legs.  I returned to fingering her now moist pussy using the tip of my finger to dip into her juicy parts and spread it over her clit.  The next driver had fallen a bit behind causing a gap, but as we went by he sped up, closing the gap and almost bumped into the truck in front of him.  It seemed like he was ready for our show, eagerly looking before we even caught him and I began to wonder if they had some sort of communications between the trucks.  I got my answer one truck later when the back flap was pulled open and there were at least ten guys leaning out the back cheering. 

   I put on my blinker (there was a car coming up behind us and we were only doing 60) and one truck slowed down so we could pull in between them in front of the open flap.  Because of the height of the dashboard, the guys couldn’t see much going on below Maria’s waist but she egged them on by rubbing her braless breasts.  They went wild.  Although I noticed that there was a woman soldier a little bit toward the back jokingly punching a couple of the guys. 

   I soon pulled back out into the left lane to the cheers and boos of the young soldiers in their khaki uniforms.  There was still an endless line of trucks with twenty or so in sight.  Who could tell how long this would last?  Maria settled back and continued to play with her breasts while her waist squirmed under by gently but continual moving finger.  I was just using one finger but flicking her clit lightly and faster.  By now her hips were moving rhythmically and I could tell she was getting close to orgasm.  I told her to let me know if she found any of the boys particularly exciting and I would give them an extra look.  After about three more trucks she took me up on my offer by telling me “This guy!”

   I eased up on the gas pedal and rode side by side with a truck whose driver I couldn’t see.  Maria was flirting, blowing kisses, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipple hard.  Her hips stopped their movement as she lifted them up high pressing her clit against my finger.  I slid my finger down her slit pulling on her clit, and slid it into her pussy opening just as she had a vicious orgasm.  Her hips fell back into the seat and I flicked her clit a couple of times while she continued to convulse.  She opened her eyes as she finished and saw the driver looking at her.  She suddenly became embarrassed and told me to drive on.  I put on my blinker and passed our lucky driver who left me a space to get into.  This allowed the three cars behind to pass and all of them looked over with a curious look wondering what was going on.  They didn’t see Maria until they got along side my car and one driver seemed to figure it out pretty fast and laughed.  But since Maria had her dress down, the others didn’t seem to get it.

   “Have fun,” I said.  She just looked at me with a smirky smile.  “There are lots of trucks left,” I said.  “Give me a minute.”  And so we settled into the right lane for a few.  I needed to relax my finger a bit anyway.  I could also see in my rear view mirror, the lucky driver.  He was about 19 and had a big smile on his face.  He was a kind of innocent looking blond but then she seemed to like young innocent boys.  I told her he was smiling and she turned around and gave him a wave.  He beeped his horn a few times, which caused a few other drivers behind us to follow suit.

   “Why don’t you take the dress completely off,” I said.  She thought about it for a second and turned around in her seat facing the lucky driver and pulled it over her head.  She threw it on the back seat and crouched on her still reclined seat so Lucky could see her breasts dangling.  I could see him giving her encouragement with his fist pounding out “yeses”.  She then turned back around and lay down and said, “OK, let’s go”.  I pulled out and began to slowly move down the highway again past the line of vehicles.  I still couldn’t see the beginning of the line.  I started to play with her but as soon as I did my finger felt a bit tight.  “Maybe you should do yourself for awhile until my finger recovers.”  “Sure!”

   As we approached the next truck there was another open flap with a few guys on lookout.  Soon there was another crowd at the back while I positioned the car so that both the driver slightly behind us and the group in front could both get a look at Maria as she massaged her breasts, letting them fall from her hands as she moved her hands up and off.  They bounced a bit when she did that and she did that for a few times before I slowly moved on.  For the next driver she covered her pussy which just had been trimmed short to fit neatly under her bikini.  When I slowed up next to him, she asked him if he wanted to see it.  I don’t know if he heard but he understood and was wagging his tongue sexually at her.  He was a big black man with arms muscles that were huge and visible as he reached over for her, falling about 5 feet short of our car. 

   We continued to move on and Maria tried different things which each driver: massaging both breasts, holding the lips of her pussy open, covering her pussy with one hand and using the other on her breast, teasing each of them in her own way.  She was responding to their requests often yelled from their perched seats through open windows but still unheard.  She was having a blast.  Getting into it.  Turning over in the seat and showing her ass.  I let her continue to play with herself but couldn’t resist caressing her leg, rubbing her leg when she was cupping her breasts for one, pinching her nipple when she was holding her lips open for another.  Her nipples were swollen and hard and sticking out as far as I had ever seen them.  And her pussy was so wet I think the spectators to her little show could see the moisture.

   I finally could see the end of the line.  We must have gone by 40 trucks and there were still about 15 in front of us.  “I can see the end, honey.  Time to get serious if you want to have another orgasm.”  She settled into her favorite masturbating position with her legs spread wide and her knees slightly bent.  With one hand pulling the skin up around her clit putting pressure in just the way she liked, the other hand using just one finger began to make gentle circles along the side of her clit.  My hand reached over and played with breast.  She went into a dreamy state, looking up into the faces of the young eager boys.  Occasionally we would hear the beeping of the caravan behind us, like an audience giving us a standing ovation.

   I got a surprise as I approached the next car and saw a women driver.  Maria wasn’t looking but seemed engaged in her own sexy world.  I pulled up next to her and slowed down a bit.  As Maria looked into her face, I asked Maria if she seemed to be enjoying it.  “Oh yes, she’s looking.”  So I stayed there for awhile and Maria continued her eager masturbating, beginning to moan softly.  “Let me know if you want me to stay here or elsewhere,” I asked, able to tell she was again getting close.  “Move on,” she said.   The next driver was a young skinny black man and she told me to stay with him.  I couldn’t see what he was doing but the truck he was in was swaying slightly.  She was looking up into his face watching him with her eyes half closed and rubbing herself, her hips slightly rocking.  I let my hand leave her breasts and slid it under her ass, grabbing one cheek so that my fingertips were in her crack.  Just as one of my fingertips found her brown hole, she came moaning deep and loud.  Her eyes were still open looking up at the black driver.  I worked my hand deeper under her ass and my fingertip deeper into her hole and she came and came and came in waves.

   When she finished this time she just laid there appearing spent as I drove slowly by the few remaining trucks.  It seemed unfair to skip by them too fast even though her excitement had peaked.  I’m sure they appreciated the fact that I didn’t hurry until I got past the lead truck and then opened it up to the fading sounds of horns in the background.  She left her dress off the whole way home.  It was dark when we arrived home and we snuck her into the house before any of the neighbors saw us and had great sex in the living room and after dinner again in the bedroom when I whispered to her reminders of the men she had that day.

It is sunset and a dim light

Surrounds the room. 

Soft music plays.

.

The first kiss.  Warm, soft.

Two bodies held closely.

You surrender.

Your spirit flows around me.

.

Squeezing your breasts against

My massive muscular chest.

Strong arms surround you.

Embrace you.

.

Lips delighting, quivering,

Becoming more frantic.

Faces, cheeks, electric skin connecting.

.

Wet warm breath

Down the nape of your neck

Sinking lower, rising higher,

Finding the opening to your ear

Among the guardians of soft long hairs.

.

My hands move to your shoulders.

I step slightly away,

Moving your loose clothes

Off your shoulders,

Slowly down your arms,

Over your anticipating breasts

Bunching your dress at your waist.

.

We move to the bed

Gracefully, gradually.

Hugging and kissing as we move.

My leg lies between yours

My hands gently surround your face.

Warm hands sculpting your beauty.

I anoint each of your features

With soft caressing kisses.

.

My lips move lower

My palms press

The smooth flesh

Of your neck and shoulders

All finding their way to your billowy mounds

With their sensitive tips.

.

Hands grasp one while

My tongue spreads moisture

Over your nipple.

Lips and tongue attentive

To every bump and the sides of

Your growing bud.

.

My leg presses between yours

Sliding across your mound

Dipping into the crevice of your legs.

You unbuckled my pants as you moan

Responding to a tingling

That started with your nipple  

And is working its way around

Your torso.  Finding its way to

Secret places.

.

Our now naked legs slide

Against one another,

Sending sparks between our thighs.

Our bodies rolling, tossing, thrashing.

Heavy breathing and moaning

Manifests our growing lust.

.

I pull your dress off and everything else

I find separating your naked body from me.

You do the same. 

.

As you pull my jersey over my head

I slide down between your legs.

My face in sensitive flesh

Where you recently removed hair.

.

My arms on your thighs, my hands together

Near the presence of your sweet swelling lips.

My fingers slowly part your folds.

My tongue finding the recesses

Along your slit.  Probing, prodding.

.

I press my face into you.

My lips against your lips. 

Kissing.  Suckling kisses.  Wet kisses.

In different places, moving around

Your upper thighs and lower pelvis.

Finding the ultra-sensitive non sexual crevices

Where your legs meet your torso.

.

We’ve done this before.  You can relax.

Your hands move between grabbing handfuls of sheet

And

My short soft straight hair

Cradling that object of your pleasure.

.

I move my arms under your thighs

Lifting your legs.

Kisses move around the backs of your thighs

Onto the very bottom of your cheeks

Finding their way in between.

My tongue licks the space between your front and back entrances

Tantalizingly close.  My breath

Heats your backside.

.

Larger licks along this length

Bring your rim in contact.

Grateful moans.   Unbelieving groans.

My tongue wets your rim

My breath blows it cold.

Alternating warm and cold.

Wet and dry.

.

One arm under both knees

Pushing to your chest

Opening up your backside.

My tongue and my fingers work together

Making it hard for you to distinguish

The manipulations of each.

.

Returning to your main entrance,

I slowly lower your legs.

Kisses lead the way.

Digits poke your entrance

Rolling around its gateway.

Opening it, awakening all of its nerves.

.

My lips surround your little nub

Running up and down

Moving its hood

Creating some suction.

Then, a flaccid flat fluid flapping

Against its underside.

.

You scream, “Oh God.”

Anointing me with special powers.

Powers that create, manage and manipulate

Your pleasure.

.

Licking you slowly while you want more.

Taking time to feel my fingers penetrate deeper

Roving around inside your canyon

Slipping along places

Drawing deep muscular responses.

.

Teasing, tormenting, changing attention

From one sexual center to another,

When a longer focus on one would

Bring conclusion.

.

I delay.  I play.

You twist and grab and moan.

I feel you grab handfuls of my hair.

I look up at you and know

You no longer know who I am.

So lost in your own lust.

.

I know you are ready

Focusing my tongue on your clit

My fingers rotating in and out

While circling inside.

.

You start to come.

Arching your back.

Thrashing.

Challenging me to stay with you.

My mouth closes on your nub

I kiss and suck on it.

Your movements pull and twist your body.

Like a rodeo rider my lips hang on.

.

My fingers feel you gush

A small shower in your chamber

Releasing a unique freshment.

.

You buck on the waves of orgasm,

Until your clit can stand no more.

You push me away, desperate, laughing.

“Enough!” you shout.

You think it is over.

.

You are wrong.

I lift my torso over you.

Planting my cock at your swollen entrance.

I slide in without difficulty

And begin my rhythmic movements.

.

You are offering your vessel to me

In gratefulness.  In a moment of completion.

.

My torso is so much larger than yours

My neck is over your face.

The hairs of my chest rustle your shoulders.

.

My weight bears down.

You nipples pressed inside your breasts.

.

You cannot move.  Overwhelmed and

Overcome.  You love the helplessness.

You feel your moist tunnel respond.

.

Rhythms of hips, pounding of prick

Deeper inside you.

Your arms wrap around my upper body.

Our lower bodies moving

Together. 

.

Your legs open wider

Your feet lift.

The penetration goes deeper.

My speed increases.

.

You begin to orgasm again

As you rock your pelvis.

Your heavy breathing

Is interrupted with gasping.

.

I stab you deep and hold it.

Gushing.

You feel me leap inside you.

.

Your hands lower to my tight ass

I rock hard a couple of times before another

Stab, gush, hold tight.

.

Your arms squeeze me low and high.

Easy thrust, another gush.   Perfect timing.

.

My mind rolls over while my body stays on top

And waits for my cock to withdraw itself.

Kisses.  Gently falling away.  Sleeping soon

As I move beside you.

 

I don’t really know why.  And certainly it is not all there is to attraction.  I also like a woman with a brain and a fun sexual imagination.  And the perfect breasts involve shape, firmness and nipple size (as if there was only one I was interested in!). There are many things that go into the attraction of the sexes.  But I’ve seen many posts from women complaining that their breasts are too small.  Okay not all men like small breasts but I am far from alone.  There are entire porn sites dedicated to A-cups and small titties, etc.  So for those of you who have small breasts, there is no need to be ashamed or self conscious.  I prefer them.  There are plenty of guys like me who will pop up for them just the way they are.  I don’t dislike big natural breasts but in truth I don’t find them as exciting and I am completely put off by those exploding fake jobbies so popular in porn flicks.

I’d love to hear other men’s opinion on the subject.

 

It was only an hour long session but this time it seemed so much longer.  She sat in the comfortable chair opposite his separated by a small low circular table, just large enough to hold two cups of coffee.  Unlike some of his patients, she got right down to it.  She was a student at the University.  She explained she had a problem with exhibitionism.  Inwardly he was amused because she was such an extraordinarily good looking woman.  He assumed she must get plenty of attention. 

She was dressed in a short tight black skirt and a white linen blouse that appeared a bit too small for her full grapefruit sized breasts.  The buttons of the blouse strained across her chest creating gaps and folds in the material.  She went on to say how she felt she had an addiction and, as she spoke, she matter-of-factly unbuttoned the most strained button in the middle of her breast and turned slightly to her right giving me a view of the white lacy bra underneath.

She never stopped talking and it was as though she was unaware of what she was doing.

“I never wear any panties.  See.”  She pulled up her skirt and opened her legs fully exposing her clean shaven intimate area to me.  “And that is probably unsanitary.  But I can’t seem to help myself.  Do you think that wearing no panties is unhealthy, doctor?”  She left her legs open.  He moved his open notebook to cover his lap.

“Not necessarily, Elaine.  What do you do during “that” time of the month?”

“Oh, well, I wear panties then sometimes but sometimes I just use a tampon and the string dangles down here.”  She pointed toward the junction of her open legs to draw his attention to the area.  He had been trying to look her in the eyes.  She went on talking about how she was from a large family.  How she had many siblings and as one of the younger ones, she got very little attention.  Her father died when she was just ten.  All of this added up to her feeling invisible.  She began to unbutton more of her blouse, slowly, without any comment about what she was doing.

“So how does this exhibitionism affect your daily life?  How does it interfere with your work or your studies or your relationships?”

“Well, as far as relationships go, it’s been a disaster.  The girls all think I dress like a slut and they hate me and some of the boys think I am a slut and assume my exhibitionism means that I am easy. 

“I’m not,” she said emphatically.  She pulled the blouse out of her waist and opened it all the way, pausing shortly, before standing to remove it completely.  She began removing her bra.

“Do you mind, doctor.  I find clothes constraining.”

“Well,” he stuttered, “tell me more about how this problem is affecting your life.”  He knew he should have told her to stop but he didn’t really want her to.  He found her body breathtaking.  As she removed her bra and exposed her rosy still nipples to him, he had to adjust his seat a bit.  He moved as little as possible but enough to straighten his hidden member. 

“Well I’ve had a few jobs but they have only been part time and I do get criticized all the time for the clothes I wear.”

“But you do manage to keep your clothes on while you work?”

“Mostly.  But if I’m alone or with just a couple of people sometimes I indulge.  Like the time I went into the office on the weekend and there was just me and a couple of the guys there.  They apparently turn down the AC during the weekend and it was hot, so I asked the guys if they would mind if I took off my clothes.  No one objected.  You see usually I ask first and people don’t seem to mind.  At least the guys don’t. “  After removing her bra she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor.  He was mesmerized by this naked beauty that stood before him.  She sat down and crossed her legs placing her hands demurely into her lap.

“What about at school?  How are your grades?”

“Oh they’re OK.  Not great.  I don’t study enough.”

“How do you manage your exhibitionism in class?”

“Well, it is a university, you know, so I can wear almost anything I want and I often wear revealing clothes.  They don’t hassle me as much.  In fact, not at all.  Unlike in High School where I used to get in trouble all the time. Like the time I wore a see through blouse in High School.  I had a bra on and everything but they called my parents and made my mom come and pick me up.  What a hassle!  Now I ask you, Doctor, why would anyone not want to look at these?”  She held her breasts in her hands and pointed them at him.  Her rosy areolas were the size of quarters and her nipples looked like clam necks.

He decided he would count the number of bumps around each when he heard her say louder and louder, “Doctor, doctor, DOCTOR!”  He awoke to the shout in his intercom.

“Yes, Betty, what is it.”

“Your 3:00 is here.  Miss Elaine Drubansky.”

“Thanks, Betty, I’ll be right out.”  He knew these afternoon naps would have to end.

©Rushmore Judd, all rights reserved.

 

This story contains adult material.

Todd was finally coming home.  It had been almost three years since he was first assigned to Afghanistan.  Then there was his reassignment to Iraq.   Amy was so excited.  She was only fourteen when her brother left.   She had grown into form a bit awkwardly at first but now was in full bloom.  She was like an azalea bush bursting with color, busting out in full curves everywhere you looked.   She was in control of her body now and confident of her sexuality.  When she smiled, her face glowed.   She gave off pure light.  A small slice of heaven, innocent and full of life.

She had taken the day off from school to greet Todd.  Mom and dad would join them at dinner time.  She waited impatiently.  Excited.  So much to tell him. 

She was just pouring herself her second cup of coffee – something she never did – when she heard the front door open.  She ran from the kitchen through the living room and threw herself into Todd’s waiting arms.  His mass surprised her.  She worried she might knock him over in her excitement but he was as steady as a rock.  He picked her up and easily lifted her above his head.  He made her feel like a little girl again and those memories of when they played together washed over her and she began to cry and laugh.  As he slid her down she hugged him with her tightest hug and reveled in the strength of his muscular frame.  Her face nuzzled against the nape of his neck.

Todd could feel the supple body of his sister as she pressed against him and it made him a bit uncomfortable.  Trapped in Muslim country for so long didn’t lead to the most satisfying sex and he was easily stirred by the supple body of his younger sister.  He put her down on the ground and hunching over her began to tickle her like he did when they were kids.  She squirmed and squealed.

“Glad to see that some things are still the same,” he said.  He continued to tickle her until she could stand it no longer.

“Stop. Stop. Please,” she begged.   He backed away from her.  He picked up his duffle bag and moved into the living room.

“So, what’s new sis?  What have you been up to?” 

“Well this is new,” she said posing her frame, hand on hip.  “Do you see any difference?”

“Oh, yes.  I couldn’t help but notice.  You’ve all grown up.  And beautifully too.  My little sister has grown into a beautiful flower of womanhood.”

She smiled and ran over to the chair he was seated in, jumped into his lap, straddling his waist with her legs and gave him a hug.  And then she kissed him.  On the lips, not fleetingly but not sexually.  Her lips were soft, a loving kiss with meaning.  He kissed her back.

“That’s enough of that!” he said.  “Tell me what you’ve been up to.”  Amy continued to sit on his lap.  Todd had chosen a straight backed chair and she was comfortable straddling him.  When she began to tell him all about the experiences in her life over the past two years, she became more and more excited.  Her speech became faster and faster and she added hand motions and body movements.  Todd was listening but he was also very aware of every time her legs shifted slightly.  He could feel his cock growing under the movements of her mounded bottom.  He didn’t feel right about it but just couldn’t help himself.

Then as quickly as she jumped on him she gracefully left his lap in mid sentence, never stopping for a breath.   She was talking about how she had become very interested in science and how she took a bunch of electives and was good at math and she was going to Purdue next fall.  She thought she might become a biologist. 

“What about boys?” he asked.  She was now moving around the room occasionally sitting here and there but too excited to stay still. 

“Oh, there have been some but mostly immature high school boys.  Mostly they are stupid about girls and what we want.  Their idea of a good time is getting together on a Saturday night and playing video games.”   She did have her eye on one guy, Brian, but nothing had happened with him so far.  He was on the football team. 

“And OH, I’m on the cheerleading squad.  Crazy, I know.  But it has been a lot of fun.  We do a lot of sophisticated dances.  Wanna see a cheer?”

“Sure, I’d love too.”  She dashed out of the room yelling something about a minute.   He took the time to straighten the rod in his pants.  She returned shortly in her cheerleader outfit.  It was classic. Dark blue with a big red “B” on the top with a pleated skirt that combined the blue and red.  She even had her pom poms.  The top looked a bit small and stretched across her bulbous breasts making the upper part of the “B” look bigger.  It didn’t quite come down to the top of the skirt, showing off her taut midriff.  The thin straps of the top did not hide the athletic bra she wore under it.  She was barefoot.

Todd found himself responding to his sexy little sister and was trying hard not to react sexually.  He reminded himself of his own high school days and how these outfits were meant to be cute and innocent.  His cock wasn’t listening, though, and he remembered just how long it had been since he had sex.  Normally his sister wouldn’t excite him.  It was just that he was so horny. 

She turned and raised her arms and kicked her legs and sifted her hips.  Her full breasts wobbled as she moved up and down.  Very sexy, he thought.  He couldn’t help but notice that she apparently didn’t put on the panties that go with the outfit since he could see flashes of white as she lifted her legs.  She finished with a flurry of jumps that caused her skirt to lift high and revealed her white bikini cut panties in all their glory.  She ran over to the chair jumping on his lap again and asked if he liked it.

“You look like the high school dream girl that every boy wants.  Where did you learn all of those sexy moves?  You have rhythm and can dance.  I never had those skills.”

“Well, look at you!  You’re all muscle.”  She grabbed his biceps with her hands, then ran them across his chest and over his shoulders.  He could feel his hard member sitting up straight and he felt her crotch surround it.  Without her jeans on, there was just the think cotton of her panties and his khaki pants between them.  Not enough to hide his engorged pole.  As she shifted around to squeeze his muscles he could feel her pussy lips slide around his pole. 

“And what have you been up to?” she asked quietly.  Her voice seemed so much more intimate.

“Nothing to talk about.”

“What about girls?  You must have every nurse and female private lusting after you.”

He laughed.  “No such luck.  Not where I have been.”

She rolled her hips over his middle.

“Does that explain the muscle I feel here?”  His face went red.  “Poor baby!”  She leaned forward and kissed him.  First on his lips, then on one side of his face.  She slowly ran her mouth across to the other side of his face and planted another kiss.  Her hips began to move slowly and deliberately along his length.

“We can’t do th…”  She covered his mouth with hers and gave him a deep passionate kiss and continued to roll her hips against him.  He forgot momentarily what he was going to say.  She hugged him tight and rubbed more deliberately.  He was beginning to get lost in the feeling of her pussy rubbing up against his groin.  He remembered how when he was a teenager he used to dry hump his girlfriend.

“Amy, please stop.  This isn’t right.”

“It’s OK.  Just enjoy the feeling.  Your little sister is all grown up and not as innocent as you remember.”  She shifted upward onto his hips focusing the tip of his elongated muscle.  Her breasts dangled in front of his face.   She was enjoying the rocking as much as he and she could feel her juices flowing. 

He murmured, “No,” but she ignored him and continued.   His willpower was waning and she knew it.  She pushed her chest forward so that it touched his mouth.  He buried his face between her breasts.  She lifted her top grabbing her bra simultaneously and removed them both, tossing them to the floor.  She pressed her naked top against his face.  He greedily lapped at her nipples twisting his head between them.  His arms were around her under her arms.  She was rocking vigorously now in a steady rhythm, moaning at each backward thrust as her clit slid along his pole.

He was giving in completely.  Her naked breasts had won him over.  The touch of her soft hairless feminine skin against his face.  Or was it the sexual movements of her hips over his member.  He slid forward in the chair to increase the tension and could feel her riding his entire length.  His hips moving slightly to the rhythm as well.  He could no longer claim his conscious was bothering him.  He was simply giving in and being his animal self.  Just feeling it happen.

He heard his sister vocalize her orgasm as she picked up the pace.  It was his sister and it was wrong.  He released immediately.  Grunting to her moans.  He hugged her tight and reveled in the softness of her hair, the flesh of her naked back and the sweet smell of her sex.

© Rushmore Judd, all right reserved

 

God looked down at the earth and wanted to know what kind of behavior was going on. He decided to send an angel down to Earth to check it out.
So he called one of His angels and sent the angel to Earth for a time.
When the angel returned, he told God, “Yes, it is bad on Earth; 95% are misbehaving and 5% are not.”
God was disappointed but thought for a moment and said, “Maybe I had better send down a second angel to get another opinion.”
So God called another angel and sent him to Earth for a time too.
True enough, when the second angel returned he went to God and said, “Yes, it’s true – the Earth is in decline; 95% are misbehaving and 5% are being good.”
God was not pleased, but he decided to E-mail the 5% that were good, because he wanted to encourage them. Give them a little something to help them to continue being good.

Do you know what that E-mail said?
No?
Neither do I; I didn’t get one either …hehehe

Time to gather the troops. And I don’t only mean the troops. Let’s get millions of people involved in the cleanup of the Gulf+. Grab those on the unemployment lines, those who will volunteer from across the nation, students on summer vacation, the fisherman in the Gulf who are losing their livelihood. Oh and pay them – tax free. Let them collect unemployment too, if eligible. Bill BP.
Get them washing birds, finding endangered wildlife, picking up the tar balls off the beaches. Whatever can help. Millions of people. Let’s go. Time is awasting.
Isn’t this what FEMA should be doing? Maybe we need to create an organization that really has the capability to respond to these kinds of emergencies.