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roupWhere you can come in, kick your shoes, or anything else off, and feel free to discuss anything really. Incest is the main topic. For those that want to relate in more personal manner email exchange is possible. As for the main topic I do have experience, starting at 15 with my mom; have also been with sister and daughter. Rules are as follows, No violent minor rape, No animals and No personal attacks. Thanks, now kick back and enjoy. Note: For stories you can click Group share under them and send them to the gorup. You can also click on the tab for shared stroeis within the group and read those. Anyone else posting, or have an idea for a story? Contact me directly at hrnydinnc@aol
My Latina Queen
An Hot Eve at Goa - Part 1
Jelly bean and her bail bondsman
Jelly bean and her bail bondsman.
By beagle9690
April of 2011Â Â Â
Kate & Jim
Kate & Jim
The first Meeting
I was Craving for Sulekha Vabi & Payel – Part-1
Dawn 6
The sixth part of Dawn. A series of stories about me and my experiences since I was 15 up until now. This chapter covers up Rin and Sonia's first time and my first time with a guy from my first year of high school.
Dawn 5
Dawn 4
The fourth part of Dawn. A series of stories about me and my experiences since I was 15 up until now. This chapter covers up our new cuadri-love from my first year of high school.
Dawn 3
Dawn 2
Dream-Like Haze
You're hands are splayed across the small of my back, holding me to you as you flick your tongue out and drag it slowly up my neck.
You kiss a fiery trail from my jaw--where your tongue stopped, lingering--lightly
Stay for the Night
New Found Existence
She had spent all of her life running, running from her past, running from her future, running from things that would scare her so badly she felt like she could not breathe. One of those things she ran so desperately away from was love. She had seen what it could do in the past, what it did to her family, her friends and occasionally even to herself when she would stop running long enough. It was never a pretty picture. Just like almost everyone else in the world, Lynn had some pretty deep emotional scars. Unfortunately, she used them as an excuse not to let her guard down.
Over the years very, few people did break down those defenses and saw past the illusions she fabricated. She was so afraid of getting hurt again that as soon as someone got too close she would sh
Dante
He stepped into the light and Jade gasped . It couldn't be. She put her hands to her face, willing the image to leave her. She stood there for a few moments sobbing. Suddenly, she felt two strong hands envelop hers, and pull them from her face. Jade kept her eyes closed.
*Please* he begged
*Please , look at me, * she had waited for this, and now that the moment had come, she was terrified.
* I ..... I can't ...* she stammard.
she began to relax, as he held her hands, softly running his thumbs over the backs of them. he placed her hands against his bare chest . her fingertips brushing the familiar body she had so gently kissed and caressed not too long before. he gently tilted her chin up and kissed her lips ever so softly. with this tears streamed down her ch
The Right as a Husband
Darcion felt part of him respond to the memories, and he blushed lightly at the feeling, then tried to i
Meeting jessica
It was early at night. I lay awake thinking of everything that happend that day. I had talked to Jessica and her parents on the phone. Me, Jessica, Jessica' parents and My sister had a conference over the one. We came to the decision that I was going to go visit her. So I got a bus ticket, In just one more Hour I would be on my way to Reno to visit Jessica. I was nervous. All I could think about was "Is she going to like me?" That thought left my mind once I saw her the next day.
So I arrived at the bus station in Reno around 3pm. I got off the bus and immediatly spotted her running towards me. I dropped my bags and ran toward her,and she jumped into my arms and I held her so tightly in my arms, I didn't want to let go. I smiled, staring deep into her beautiful honey br
Wanting You
horny. Everything about this man standing across the room fills me with
desire and lust.
Tonight was not the first time we had met. We met in school, and before the first month was over, we were dying to have one another. We were like a country boy and a country girl trapped in a big city, finding each other and sensing some kind of commonality. We knew we were meant to be.
We usually get to 'meet' once a week or so, but because of
prior engagements, it had been almost 3 weeks, and the sight of him was
making me so hot that it was almost homicidal. If I didn't have him now, I would go
insane!
As I walk across the room to meet him on the dance floor, I co
A happy ending to a disasterous start.
I was 19 when I met this girl Anna– I learned a little later she was 18. I took her out a couple of times and the second time we kissed and I touched her breasts. She stopped me and said not tonight – next time, it not a good time.
It was about a week later before I took her out again as she wouldn’t date me until then. I was pretty sure it was her period time. That night we went through the same routine of kissing and when I tried to touch her breasts she let me. After a while I undid her buttons and touched her skin and slipped my hand into her bra to touch her nipple. When she didn’t attempt to stop me I slipped her shoulder strap off and exposed her breast and when she didn’t complain I got down and kissed and sucked on her nipple the
Dreams do come true….
Dusk was starting to set over the countryside, the darkness closing in slowly as a panther stalking its prey. The waves gently lap at the shore while a cool breeze blows calmly inward toward the town. On the soft sandy shore, sits a young woman as her brunette wavy hair wisps softly around her shoulders and back. The setting sun gives her skin a soft glow, giving her the appearance of an angel that has lost her wings to be cursed down to earth. The soft white blouse enshrouds her shoulders, the material lightly kissing her skin as her soft blue skirt, speckled with blue flowers, drapes over her legs. Her soft brown eyes staring out over the waters of the ocean, her mind lost in a soulful bliss, the type coming only from true happiness. Her smile is evident of such emotion that wraps aro
Walking along the beaten path in the dark park. Jennifer held Ians hand tightly as they walked along, listening to the sound of nature, trying to block out the quiet hum of motors from the highway. They heard a rustling in the bushes, unable to see anything they kept walking along, writing it off as some animal. Her watch beeped telling them that it was 3am. Seconds later they heard more rustling, Ian stopped, wondering if somebody was following them. As he stopped Ian turned to the right, squinting trying to see what it was.
Suddenly there was a loud crack, Jennifer jerked around to see Ian falling to the ground. Running over to him she held his head in her lap, feeling the blood trickling down from his temple. As she felt his pulse she quickly stood up to grab her cell phon
First Time on Prom Night
Charlotte and I have been friends since the first grade. She moved across the street when I was little and we just hit it off really great. I did'nt see it at first, but at about the seventh grade, Charlotte started to really like me. I finally figured it out and we were school sweet hearts since then. Both of our parents told us not to have sex untill after marrage. When they told that to us, the urge grew.
When prom night came arround, we had secret plans. Charlotte and I were going to spend the night together at the Renaissance Hotel (Also where Prom is being held) in the City. We both had stories for our parents so they wont worry when when we don't come home. I said that I was going on a road trip with the guys and won't be back for a couple of days. A
The Dream
She was feeling lonely today, looking out the back window from her kitchen. The scene was lovely, with pine trees all around the small house, and a creek running through the back yard. She remembered the day she and her husband came to look at the little house. " It has only two bedrooms darling," he said to her, as they walked through the front door. She looked at him and smiled. That will do dear, she replied, blushing. Maybe we can get a start on that family we wanted. Will it be a son or daughter first? she said laughing. He reached for her, and pulled her into his strong loving arms, and held her in a tight embrace. She loved it when he held her. She felt so safe in his arms like this. Anything he wanted, so did she want. Love was grand she
L'amour
My name is Jake Walsh. I guess if you had to describe me in one word, romantic would be pretty close. I've had more than my fair share of crushes, and quite a few girlfriends. But unlike my friends, who like to go on and on about which cheerleader they fucked last night, I'm just looking for, as weird as it may seem for a college freshman, someone who I can settle down with, maybe even start a family. Lots of times, they've ridiculed me for that. But that hasn't changed my mind.
The only problem is, so far, I haven't found anyone like that yet. As I said, I've had plenty of girlfriends, but not one of them interested me. Some were silly little flaws - this one girl I dated, maybe just on a pity date, we had sex, and as soon as I came she shouted &
Mrs. Taggart & Friends, Part 1
Chapter 1
When I was in college, I earned pocket money by doing handyman type jobs around the neighbor hood of the college. In those days I was a touch under six feet tall, and a bit over 170 pounds, with dark brown hair that tended to wave, and brown eyes. My penis was just
“Yes, Mrs. Taggart,” I said gratefully accepting the drink. I sat down on one of the boxes. Mrs. Taggart sat opposite me. She demurely crossed her knees.
“So tell me, Jim, what are you studying in college?”
“History, Mrs. Taggart,” I replied, “European history.”
“Well, then,” she said enthusiastically, “You may want to look through some of those boxes before Goodwill comes to take them. My late husband was quite a history buff.”
“That sounds great, Mrs. Taggart.”
“You can call me ‘Muriel,’ Jim. ‘Mrs. Taggart’ gets a little stodgy sounding after awhile.”
“Sure, Muriel,” I replied with a smile. In my mind ‘Muriel’ was the name of a cow, not an attractive older woman. From what I could tell, she still had a nice figure, and a very sweet smile: I’ve always been fond of women who have pleasant smiles.
[Filler conversation]
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Muriel asked. “A strong and handsome young man like you must be beating the girls away with a stick.”
I blushed at the complement. “I don=t really have a lot time for a girlfriend. And anyway, I find most of the college girls rather vapid and brainless. I like a woman who is intelligent,” I looked out of the garage door, “And mature.”
“Oh really, Jim?” Muriel said. I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Honest truth, Ma’am.” I said smiling in reply. “Thanks for the drink, but I need to get back to work.”
I continued laboring with the boxes until I finally had them all transferred from the attic to the garage. I was beat: tired, hot and sweaty; and looking forward to sitting down.
Muriel came out to evaluate my handiwork. She smiled and pronounced that I had done an excellent job.
“Come inside, Jim, and I’ll fix you a drink,” Muriel said kindly.
She didn’t have to ask twice. I sat down on the sofa and stretched out. In just a few moments Muriel came into the living room with two martinis.
I did a bad Bogart impression in response. “Here=s looking at you, sweetheart.”
“As a history student, Jim, you should know that expression can be construed as an insult. It means that you are going to keep your eyes open while you take a drink because you don=t trust the person you are drinking with: that=s one reason why beer tankards have a glass bottom in them.”
“But I like looking at you,” I said with a laugh
“Well, that=s different.”
It was true. I liked looking at Muriel Taggart. She was leaning back in the corner of the sofa, her drink in one hand, the other arm resting on the back of the couch. That pose called some attention to her bosom, which was nicely proportioned. Again, she had crossed her knees, and now was dangling her left sandal on her foot. What I could see of her legs was very nice: slender, smooth, shapely, and without any varicose veins. Part of me was hoping that she would uncross her legs so I might get a glimpse up her dress.
“Jim, you poor dear, you look so hot and sweaty,” Muriel said putting her glass on the coffee table, “Would you like to take a shower and clean up?”
I could feel the stickiness of my shirt. “Yes, Muriel, that would be nice.”
“Then follow me.”
She led me to the bathroom. I stood awkwardly while Muriel rummaged in the linen closet for, as she put it, ‘a nice towel.’ Muriel got not just a towel but a bottle of shampoo and new bar of soap for me as well.
“Just toss your work clothes out of the door. I’ll run them through the washing machine when you=re done with the hot water.”
Once she had closed the door to the bathroom, I started the water and took a nice lengthy shower. I certainly felt good to wash the sweat and dirt from the attic off of me.
As I was drying off and regretting that Muriel didn’t find a razor so I could touch up my morning shave I heard a tapping on the bathroom door.
“Jim, I found a bathrobe you can wear: it=s on the doorknob.”
Clean, dry and now clothed I headed back to the living room. Muriel was waiting there, having refreshed our drinks.
As before, we sat on opposite ends of the sofa while we chatted.
Muriel listened attentively as I rambled on about my classes and the college sports teams. I listened attentively as Muriel rambled on about the doings of her bridge club and book club.
“If you will excuse me Jim,” Muriel said rising. She finished her second martini in one long pull and disappeared towards the kitchen.
I few moments later I got the surprise of my life. Muriel sashayed into the living room wearing only a black lace demi-cup bra and matching panties. I was right in my assessment of Muriel=s figure: she was still a very attractive woman, with just the hint of a tummy, but I could care less about that. As she came nearer, I could see her pale pink areolas peak out over the scalloped edges of her bra cups. Of course I became erect instantly at the sight of her in her undies.
Muriel turned herself around to give me a good look at her.
“What do you think, Jim?”
“Wow!” is all I could say. And that was true. For being around sixty she was incredibly sexy. She sat back down on the sofa. I scooted over to her and slipped my arms around her. Her skin was warm and smooth. I started kissing her, trying to hold back my enthusiasm, but to no avail: my lips were all over her face and neck. She untied the sash of the bathrobe I was wearing and grasped my penis.
“Is this for me?” she asked coyly as she gently stoked my erection
“Yes,” I murmured between kisses, “All for you, Muriel!” I locked my lips to hers. Our tongues met and dueled. I brought my right hand from her back to fondle her breasts. I was able to pop her left nipple out over her bra cup. With a bit of gentle rubbing it became erect.
I worked my way down her neck, kissing all the way. Now was time for restraint. Slowly I kissed back and forth across her chest moving lower towards her breasts. From the limited experience that I had I knew that women like things to go slow. I was happy to oblige.
As I was easing lower I slid my hands around to feel her tushie. It was a little flat, but I had no complaints about it.
I was thoroughly aroused by the soft and warm flesh under my lips as I kissed Muriel=s breasts. But I wanted more. I released her bottom and unhooked her bra.
Muriel Taggart=s breasts would have done a woman thirty years her junior proud: still reasonably firm B not totally flaccid B symmetrical; with very pale areolas and thick nipples that were now jutting out proudly at me.
“Do you like my boobies, Jim?” Muriel murmured smiling.
In reply I took her right nipple in my mouth while it caressed her left breasts. I suckled lightly on that jewel, flicking at it with my tongue. Muriel whispered her appreciation of my attentions. After a few minutes I switched sides.
“Don’t want to let anyone feel left out,” I said huskily.
When I was satisfied that Muriel=s breast had been thoroughly loved I continued down her body. Her tummy was soft, as to be expected. When I reached the waistband of her panties I knew what I had to do.
Slowly I eased the lacy black panties down, kissing the soft skin as it was unveiled to my hungry gaze.
“Oh, Jim-dear, you are a tease!”
When I got her panties down far enough, I was surprise that Muriel was totally smooth. If she shaved or it was just the result of age I didn’t know, and at the time it didn’t care. After getting her panties off and tossed aside I knelt down and began to worship Muriel=s pussy.
Another pleasant surprise was the fact that she rapidly became lubricated. She was no dried up old woman. Her pussy had a rich earthy aroma, and the sweet taste.
Muriel was certainly enjoying my attentions: she stroked my hair and murmuring terms of endearment to me. Her hands dropped from my head, her breathing picked up speed as I flicked her clitoris with my tongue as I slipped my right middle finger in to her vagina. She was reasonably tight, in spite of her age.
“Oh God, Jim! That is fantastic!” she murmured ecstatically. “Oh God, oh...Oh yes...Oh God, I=m cumming! Oh!” she moaned as her climax broke over her in waves.
Slowly I eased my lips away from her pussy and on to her soft and smooth thighs to let Muriel enjoy her orgasm.
Muriel was totally relaxed. “Oh, Jim,” she said in a husky voice, full of passion, “That was the best orgasm I’ve had in ages.”
“You=re welcome, Muriel,” I said looking up from between her legs. I smiled a mischievous smile. “Do you mind if I do it again?”
Muriel sighed deeply as she leaned further back into the cushions. “If you insist...”
Rather than just diving back into her sweet pussy I paid attention to the inside of her thighs and her plump and smooth mount of Venus. I knew if I barely touched my penis I would erupt, I kept my left hand under Muriel=s bottom while my right wandered upwards towards her breasts.
“You certainly know how to please a woman, Jim,” Muriel said huskily as my lips paid homage to her womanhood.
When I had worked my way back to her pussy the phone rang.
“Don=t stop,” Muriel said as she reached for the phone. “Hello?” she said dreamily.
The rest of the conversation on her part was a series of detached, monosyllabic answers: ‘Yes,’ ‘No,= ‘Uhuh,’ and the like.
I could tell by how Muriel wiggled and rubbed herself against my face that another orgasm was quickly approaching. I slipped my tongue into her vagina as deep as it would go. Muriel responded with a long, shuddering groan of pleasure as she climaxed again.
Apparently the person on the other end of the phone asked what was going on.
“There=s a handsome young man here eating my pussy, and it=s driving me wild!”