For most people they want an uneventful life that holds very few surprises and we were no exception. There is a certain amount of security in developing a routine in your life. I think most of us become boring by choice. Our lives the past few years can be defined by our calendar. My wife and I go to the gym Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We dine out almost every Friday, but occasionally try a new restaurant when we feel real adventuresome. Then there is the BBQ with our long time friends on the second Saturday of each month. I usually play racquetball at 6:30 am on Monday and Wednesday. Oh yeah, I forgot… we usually fuck on Sunday and Thursday. Probably because there is not much to watch on TV those nights. It occurred to me recently that we had run out of new stories to tell because we had run out of new adventures. Little did I know how that was all about to change. I retired early at 49, two years ago because I was able to sell our business for a hefty sum. My wife followed me in retirement a year later, not just because she no longer needed to work but because she hated her job. We have lived at the beach in Southern California since our marriage twenty two years ago, in a house I designed and built. My name is Alan, and my wife's name is Ann. She was a high school teacher for fifteen years and I was a general contractor and manufacturer. Our life is one that most people would envy. Selling the business provided enough profit that we were able to pay off all our …
A Very Good Friend
The local salon had been good to Caty. At thirty-seven, she had built up a nice clientele, and enjoyed the time with her customers. A down-to-earth soul, she enjoyed the conversations and idle chatter while she transformed ordinary soccer moms into PTA starlets. Occasionally, the conversation was therapeutic for stylist and customer alike. Nearly one year removed from her divorce, she threw herself into her work, voraciously learning all the latest styling techniques and trends. Eventually, word spread and Caty was in high demand. Along the way, she had become pretty adept at forgetting her post-divorce loneliness. Lynora was one of Caty’s original clients. A mature and striking brunette, she simply had presence that filled a room. Perhaps it was her success as an account executive at a Big Five consulting firm, or her brash confidence as a woman who knows what she wants, but those who knew Lynora were either impressed or downright intimidated. Rumor has it her ex-husband was the latter. Over the years, the two formed a relationship beyond “client.” Caty appreciated Lynora’s tales of corporate politics, and was fascinated with the gossip out of the executive wing. Lynora, on the other hand, was struck with Caty’s ambition and passion for her craft, and had a soft spot for a recently-divorced woman trying to make it in the world. They were an unlikely pair, but it worked. From time to time, the two would go out for drinks, mostly gourmet martinis. Inevitably, more intimate …
You Sure Got A Pretty Mouth! 5
The rest of Tuesday was uneventful, as Jenny didn’t make it home before my dad and step mom. Apparently her high school is going to have a big game this weekend and she had to stay late so her squad would be adequately prepared. I did some odd jobs around the house to occupy my time and chatted with an old buddy on the phone. When my dad and step mom got home I went to my room so I could check my e-mail. I was busy doing it when I thought about the Glory Holes at the adult bookstore out by the airport. I couldn’t wait for the weekend and to take Jenny there. I brought up the site for Glory Holes and tried to remember if I had my old buddy’s phone number still. I knew what store it was but I wanted to know if the holes were still there and if that kind of thing still took place. Old Charlie Pratt was a weird guy in high school, who everyone knew but sort of kept at arms length. You always saw him at parties and high school functions but he sort of floated between groups of people not really hanging out with anyone in particular. I’m sure it was because he was into things most other guys weren’t exactly comfortable with. Charlie was always talking about sex but weird shit. He was into S&M and bondage and was always talking about some bizarre sexual fetish or sexual story he read about. Most guys in high school think about sex 24/7 but not as deeply, twisted, or perverted as Charlie. Take the Glory Holes thing, he thought it was the neatest thing going and would tell everyone …
Virgin Poppy
Poppy was a young 18 yr old virgin living at home, she was at college in her final year studying healthcare, and was looking forward to her 2 week placement at the local hospital, her best friend Diane was a student nurse and she had told Poppy some amazing stories that had gone on there, since she started, Diane and Poppy had grown up together, going to same schools and there was only 3 days between them in age. They were both looking forward to their 18th birthday party, both parents had arranged, 1, for Poppy finishing College, Diane passing her exams and of cause both turning 18. The night of the party arrived and Diane arrived at Poppy’s house to get ready as they went into Poppy’s room chatting away Diane took her top off, and bra her tits stood firm very hard nipples light brown in colour, Poppy looked at Diane “wow Di you have a real sexy body” “will you stop you’re the one with the drop dead gorgeous figure, look at ya what a figure” Poppy blushed as Diane pulled her panties off, “wow you’re shaved what it feel like” “oh it ok just got a mad surge and shaved, do you want to feel” Poppy shook her head “go on feel it never had a it felt by anyone except me” Diane lay on the bed and opened her legs, Poppy slowly felt her soft shaven pussy making Diane groan softly “mmmmmm that feels good” as Poppy touched it again rubbing her fingers up and down the slit, “oh god keep doing it, I’m getting so wet” as Diane pulled her legs apart a bit more, letting Poppy slip her finger …
f****y Fuck
AUTHORS DISCLAIMER:THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTION AND NOT MEANT TO BE EMULATED OR TAKEN AS CONDONING ANY SEXUAL ACTS WITH MINORS OR bl**d RELATIVES. THIS IS PURELY FICTION AUTHORS NOTE: i will absolutely appreciate any dick/tit/pussy/asshole pics/stories. preferably if theyre actually of yourselves. Dont be afraid to message me! 🙂 and i will write a story for any hot ideas you may have. AUTHORS DISCLAIMER:THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTION AND NOT MEANT TO BE EMULATED OR TAKEN AS CONDONING ANY SEXUAL ACTS WITH MINORS OR bl**d RELATIVES. THIS IS PURELY FICTION AUTHORS NOTE: My name is Mariah, 22 yrs old and a lover of all things sexual 😉 if you like this story and feel like you want someone to listen to your filthy fantasies, then im your gal 😀 **** My name is Alyssa. When my story started, I was 10 years old. Barely a girl, but that, my friends, was that start of the sexual adventure that is my life. My father was a huge, highly attractive man. 6'2 with sandy blonde hair and a physique to die for. Of course that meant that his dick was equally as impressive, being 6" when soft and a whopping 10" when hard. as a c***d, I had felt his dick through his pants and wondered what it was, but i never had the chance to ask. Until my 10th birthday. That was a day I will never forget for as long as I live. I barely had any tits and my pussy was still small and hairless. Innocent for only until that day. i came home from school that day to walk in on my parents having sex. I saw my father, …
Fucking Mommy&Daddy
AUTHORS NOTE: i will absolutely appreciate any dick/tit/pussy/asshole pics/stories. preferably if theyre actually of yourselves. Dont be afraid to message me! 🙂 and i will write a story for any hot ideas you may have. AUTHORS DISCLAIMER:THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTION AND NOT MEANT TO BE EMULATED OR TAKEN AS CONDONING ANY SEXUAL ACTS WITH MINORS OR bl**d RELATIVES. THIS IS PURELY FICTION AUTHORS NOTE: My name is Mariah, 22 yrs old and a lover of all things sexual 😉 if you like this story and feel like you want someone to listen to your filthy fantasies, then im your gal : D **** My name is Alyssa. When my story started, I was 10 years old. Barely a girl, but that, my friends, was that start of the sexual adventure that is my life. My father was a huge, highly attractive man. 6'2 with sandy blonde hair and a physique to die for. Of course that meant that his dick was equally as impressive, being 6" when soft and a whopping 10" when hard. as a c***d, I had felt his dick through his pants and wondered what it was, but i never had the chance to ask. Until my 10th birthday. That was a day I will never forget for as long as I live. I barely had any tits and my pussy was still small and hairless. Innocent for only until that day. i came home from school that day to walk in on my parents having sex. I saw my father, knelt between my mothers thighs, licking her. Though at the time, i had no idea what he was doing. i pretended i hadnt seen anything and slammed the front door loudly, …
The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games
Author’s note: This is another Challenge story. It’s kind of a sequel but not really. The events in the story are happening during the same time frame as the first Challenge story. You don’t have to read the first one, but it may help since they share a few of the same characters. I would suggest reading the first Challenge story, and then read this one. You’ll recognize some of the character cameos when they occur. If you like big butts and you cannot lie…then, well, you'll like the mother in this story. I wrote what turns me on. There is a LOT of voyeurism, big butts, a little bit of interracial and group sex, and one very manipulative, perverse old man. The sex between mom/son happens later in the story. Editing thanks go to Todger65. The Challenge 2: Voyeurism Games Chapter 1 Vernon parked his beat up, black Subaru Legacy in the side parking area of a long driveway. Getting out of his car, the 18 year old exhaled into the cold January weather, seeing his breath. Closing the door, he made his way inside the massive home of his employer, Bob. Bob had called him to see if he could clear out some fallen branches following a recent ice storm. Vernon was happy to help. Usually he only made extra cash from doing yard work for Bob during the warmer months of the year. He genuinely liked the old man too, listening and laughing to his stories during breaks. Vernon felt he was paid way too much for simple yard work, but has been graciously helping out Bob since he was 14. Making …
Under His Spell
Hi. Please call me Brie; all my friends do. However, should you have the need of an Interior Designer in the Greater Los Angeles area; you will find me listed under my full name of Brianna St. James. Apart from running a successful business, I have been happily married for twenty years and have three children. Only one boy remains at home, and he will be a high school senior this year and off to college next fall. My husband, a construction worker, is a very easy-going, laid-back type of man. This is a second marriage for both of us, and our family is a blended one; his, mine and ours. Only the youngest son is ours. If our marriage is not ecstatically happy, we are at least content with each other and the choices we have made – and we do love each other. I am the more assertive, outgoing person in the relationship and, as my occupation suggests, I am also highly creative. In addition to interior design I write poetry, and I have a burning ambition to write a novel. Someday, maybe – who knows? Anyway, scanning the internet one weekend, I discovered Lush Stories. I had actually been looking for information on threesomes (that’s another story for another day) when I stumbled on Lush. I looked around the site and liked what I saw, so I went ahead and joined. Quite quickly, I decided to see if my writing would go over well. I submitted a poem and anxiously awaited its denial or approval by the moderators. In a very short time, an email told me that my poem had been approved and …
My Transition
My transition into male sex occurred a number of years ago after my first wife passed away following an extended illness. She had been unable to engage in sex for some time, and so I dealt with my physical needs the best I could, mostly through chronic, habitual masturbation. The months following her passing were very difficult for me emotionally, and I was having a hard time dealing with the grief, and the guilt. I had periodically struggled with bouts of guilt since high school, when I began to use masturbation to help deal with stress and insecurities. Back then, it was referred to as “abusing oneself”. I tried to stay busy and exercise to manage these urges, but when that did not work, masturbation (usually in conjunction with anal stimulation) became my “drug of choice”, as it were. I thought marriage would alleviate the need for this, and it did, for a while. But, compulsive, addictive behaviors are hard to break, and I found myself despairing over my lack of self-control. An even greater threat to my battered conscience was my growing desire for close physical intimacy with another male. Throughout my life, my traditional Southern upbringing and church teaching consistently taught me that such desires and behaviors are, at best, morally disordered, and at worst – well, you get the idea. Right or wrong, this was poured into my foundation from the very beginning. So, it should not have come as a surprise that this would be a source of emotional turmoil, especially …
My Class Teacher
Hi everyone, I use to read stories in iss but this is my first story about me and my class teacher which happened when I was in 12th class. About myself I’m 6ft tall well built and good looking and my teacher is 36 32 36 she is busty and sexy when ever she takes a class I use to see her ass and boobs every day after reaching home from school I would masturbate by thinking about my teacher. Now let’s move on to the story as I said I use to think about my teacher and do masturbate and think about to fuck her but I think myself that I won’t be happen her husband in abroad comes every two years and in my class she likes me very much comparing to every boys in class we use to talk so closely and openly when she have free periods she use sit at the back bench where I use to sit so when she sat that time I use to touch her leg with my legs she use to move her leg but I keep on do then this will happen when ever she sit back bench and we both use to text through mob and I use to go her home and all one day when we texting she said that power gone in my home for that I replied can I come I don’t know what she’ll think for this text but I send this where I’ll get some chance to fuck her …. She dint reply for that text later night at 11.30 she texted some msg in that she wrote that “you spoiled my mood” I don’t know what she actually meant I asked her what does it mean she replied nothing .. Next day I went her home her daughter went to her relation home she only in her home so when I …
Dont Change – Chapter 2
Author’s note: Fiction – Noun – 1. The class of literature the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, especially in prose form. 2. works of this class, as novels or short stories: detective fiction. 3. something feigned, invented, or imagined; a made-up story: We've all heard the fiction of her being in delicate health. 4. the act of feigning, inventing, or imagining. 5. an imaginary thing or event, postulated for the purposes of argument or explanation. 6. Law. an allegation that a fact exists that is known not to exist, made by authority of law to bring a case within the operation of a rule of law. All of my works are works of fiction. Meaning they are made up. The characters, though sometimes loosely based on a real person, are fictional. Why did I find the need to change my introductory note? Because people seem to not know what fiction is. Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It in no way reflects actual events that I have seen or been in anyway a part of. The people within, though may have been based on actual persons, are in no way real. The story is made up, it’s fake, and any confusion with real life events means you should go get your head examined. Warning: This chapter may include topics that people are uneasy with such as but not limited to: Beastiality, Incest, Rape, Forced Sex, Sex with a virgin, Sex with a person in a status where they do not have normal cognitive abilities, or sex with objects. If you do not like to …
I Surrender
I Surrender “Baby, I'm home." I heard her voice coming from the front door. “At the kitchen, honey!" I stated and smiled as I listen to her footsteps. Nostalgia ate me as I immediately recognized her perfume and remembered the day I completely surrender to her. *** I'm Chris. 16 years and a senior highschool with my bestfriend, Jessica to a coed highschool. I'm bisexual, both attracted to boys and girls but I admit to myself, girls make me more wet than boys do. I'm a sexual person. Often read sex stories to satisfy up my libido. Or I masturbate. There are plenty of kinds of sex stories I had read. Lesbian, rape, rope, sub/dom, bestiality. But the one I liked—love—the most is Lesbian. It just suits my taste. So here's the deal with my story. I, Chris, is inlove with my bestfriend, Jessica for 3 years. Of course, being bestfriends with her, I can't tell her my feelings for I'm sure, it will ruin what we have. Jessica have quite a heartbreaking love history. Like me, she's a bisexual as well. She loves a person so much it even gets me frustrated sometimes and mind you, frustrating me is one hell of a work. She was the kind of person to follow her heart without thinking of what might happen. While me on the other hand, is the rational one. I don't do things that risk me, my emotions or other. I was the kind of girl who yearns for control, both in situation and in mind. I was the kind of person who will view everything in every angle to prevent casualties. It was an ordinary …
Caught my landlady peeking at me in the shower and
This is the first of a few stories that happened when I lived with Silvia between 2006 and 2009. I have been reading stories on this site for a while and I’d been thinking about some of my own experiences. So recently decided I'd share some of my own stories too. I'm 31 happily married but I have always been fascinated by voyeurism and I am also a bit of an exhibitionist, so there are a few occurrences to tell. I am a Colombian living in London; I first came to the UK in 2006 to study English, I had been working for a year after leaving University and really wanted to go and experience living abroad. So I enrolled in a language school through an agency back home and had 4 weeks of accommodation paid in a homestay. They advised me to get only a few weeks, as it would be better to check the place first and see if liked it before committing to stay for longer. The house that I choose was very convenient as it offered a bit of independence (a loft conversion with a private bathroom). The house was a bit far from my school but the house seemed pretty big and there were good reviews by previous students and the best thing was that there were only 3 people living in the house. A woman in her early 50s (half Scottish and half Argentinian who spoke perfect Spanish), her daughter who was about 21, was only there during her University breaks and on the occasional weekend. There was another tenant, a Welsh guy who worked in London but used to travel to Wales to see his f****y over the …
Dads Drawers
A son discovers that there is another dimension to his Dad. Dad was a big man. 6', built like a wardrobe, hairy. Whenever you hear the term "bear" mentioned – his image probably pops into your head. He was also cold, and overbearing. Never abusive – simply the sort of father, it was best not to get noticed by. And I had become very good at flying under his radar – which made things rather difficult, when I finally did have reason for him to notice me. I was a normal teen, I guess. Over-sexed, but too shy to do anything about it. Lusting after my mom – but sensing somehow, not to even bother trying to go down that road. There was no internet in those days, and no sex-ed. There were key-holes through which a randy boy might sometimes get a brief, but delicious glimpse of something interesting. But 99% of what I knew about sex came from my prize possession: A magazine called "Week-end Sex", which had plenty of colour pictures, and enough stories to explain to a dumb-founded boy what was happening in the pictures. Needless to say – that magazine saw an impressive amount of use, over a period of about 4 years. There was one aspect of sexuality it didn't cover though, and I was about to have my horizon expanded. I was bored out of my brain. It was the school-holidays, it was raining outside, I was home alone, and I just didn't know what to do with myself. I started a few things – lost interest. Tried to read a book – lost interest. Played with myself – lost interest – eventually. …
Pennys Story
Author’s note: Ulysses, the main character in this story, has a LOT of sex with various white women. It’s almost comical. Most of the scenes are alluded to or hinted at. The scene with the main characters is obviously written out (Penny and Ulysses). I may write more stories from Ulysses’ point of view. Oh and one other thing: Ulysses cock is so long and he is so flexible (due to his yoga skills), I decided to give him the ability to suck his own dick (should a white woman not be around). So just a heads up, there’s a brief scene or two where he does that. Editing thanks go to Todger65. Penny’s Story Fat Rob, a mountainous black man, circled a nude Penny, eyeing her up and down, studying her. She was one of several job applicants he “interviewed” that week. She was tall, leggy, curvy, short blonde hair, nice sized tits. He stood behind her, cupping her large breasts, “How old did you say you were?” “Sixteen,” Penny replied. “Mmmm,” Fat Rob said, sliding his hand down her body, rubbing her clit with middle finger. He slid the finger inside her, she was soaking wet. “With a little makeup, we can pass you for 18.” “So you ran away from home and are looking for work,” Fat Rob reiterated what Penny told him several minutes before he asked her to undress. “Yes sir,” She answered. “You ever worked with black dick before?” Fat Rob asked, taking his finger out of her, smelling it, licking her juices. “Just a few boys at school,” she said. “Well my clientele aren’t boys. They are …
Being physcial with my girlfriend
This is a true story about me from a few years ago, for the sake of the privacy of those part of this story, I will be known as Orion, and my girlfriend in this will be known at Ann. Sense this me and her have broken up a long time ago, but it is always nice to go back and remember old stories. My dad teaches at the school where I used to go, me and my girlfriend Ann would normally stay after school to work on homework together before I walked her to her bus stop just a few blocks down the road. Today however, it was a little different. My dad who normally watches us in his room was sick and in the hospital, so we had to go into the other class room to work. However with the teacher being a little grump that day we left early going into my dads room to grab our stuff before we headed out to the bus stop. Ann at the time was 15, tall standing just under 6 foot, long legs and neck length black hair. Her boobs were about B cups, nothing big but still I loved them, and she does not shave her lower region. I was around 5'10, short brown hair, blue eyes, and sadly overweight though I have lost a lot of that. And for a guy I was and still am horribly endowed, my dick only being 5 inches. I finished grabbing my stuff and we stood in the muddle of the dark and empty room smiling at each other when suddenly I reached out grabbing her waist and pulling her into me kissing her deeply,my tongue slowly invading her mouth as our tongue fought a brutal war, though after a few seconds I …
Engineers Can Be Trained
I love smart guys. They are interesting, fun, quirky, and just all-around adorable. Part of my attraction is that they completely lack any "game," and don't have any idea how to be a "player." And they are often just totally oblivious to the signals a horny girl sends out. But, this also means they don't get laid much, and when they do, they are waaay too wound up and waaaay too serious to be much good at it. So, as a VERY horny Junior coed at a Southern California engineering school, I decided that if I wanted to date engineers, I was going to have to figure out how to get them better in bed. As I really really really really need good sex. I guess you can say I've been pretty successful in my de-virgining efforts, and posted two stories already that had several engineers finally enjoying a real girls coupled to the distal end of their penises. One side benefit: these guys are trained up to my standards, and REALLY learn fast how to REALLY please a girl. Not needed for this story, but the other stories were "An End to Virginity" and "How to Seduce an Engineering Student." I'm still pretty active with the three boys from those stories, but they are also hooking up with a couple of my girlfriends, and they have also have been successful on the open-pussy market. Sex with them is great (I trained them!) but the frequency is going down (so to speak.) So, I am still on the prowl for a new guy or two. I thought you might like to hear how a recent Thursday (and Friday morning) …
nOT A DISGUtiNg ThiNG
I am now concerned about what kind of life I have led.( That is not really a true statement, I know I'm just a swinging dick man whore." I only say this because the rules above cover more than half of my best stories. Well, all I can say is "Shit, piss, motherfucking goat, squeal like a ****d pig, and bless the girl scouts. I was taught about sex by my xxxxxxxxxxx. It started when I stayed over and was taking a bath. Picture me naked other person not but soaping me up really good. Okay now we all know that I know that thing is for more than xxxxxxx out of. So, I was educated early on the subject of human pleasure. [SIDEBAR] The thing about this xxxxxx is I dont feel bad about it I always figured I had the sex one up or equal to others. I was able to get my first pussy at thirteen and my mate loved to fuck so we fucked the shit out of each other. She told some of her friends and soon after I had just about fucked, sucked or been sucked by all the local sluts that I loved so much. My favorite was a girl who had the puffy sexy lips way before they shot them up, she could suck the crome off a bumper no shit. If you ever had a suck that you can feel the sperm dribbling out in a even flow thats a Ten blow job. She had the most beautiful nipples almost an inch long and I would nurse on her for hours. I was in love with this girl, but some how it got all fucked up. To get u on board this is during the late sixties and we were living in changing times and alot of unknowns. To speak …
Billabong Bang
This is a story I posted several years ago on SSP as darkdrone. It's about a family and their friends going on a trip to the Australian Outback. There's cheating and female/younger male content in the text. WORST SEX STORIES EVER COLLECTION: BILLABONG BANG Note: The following story is a work of fiction. In a certain part of the Australian Outback, a group of campers were traveling in the radiance of a brilliant, red sunset. There was a gentle, steady wind that kept them cool as they trekked over flat terrain that was mostly dirt and rock. The group consisted of eight people. There was Phil Redberg (45), his wife, Krista (43), their children, William (19) and Anna (15), and William's school buddy, Peter Dooken (18); Phil's friend, Ben Buford (35), a single father, and his daughter, Paula (13); and their Outback guide, Vern (31). The group was mainly from the USA, except for Krista and Vern. Krista had been born and raised in Australia, but went to college in the US, and after graduating and finding a job, ended up marrying Phil. Krista Redberg had a body made for Baywatch, bushy red hair, emerald-green eyes, good sun-tanned skin, and a general busty ripeness that made her mature age a plus for milf enthusiasts. The Redbergs were on a family vacation and had decided to bring their friends along. This year the Redbergs had decided to visit their wife and mother, Krista's, country of origin and see one of the main tourist attractions, the Australian Outback. They had trekked …
Fuck buddy seduces son
My son Ethan turned 18 about six months ago. He's kind of a nerd, and socially awkward, but a handsome kid and very smart. He grew up with me, a single dad, for most of his life. Recently I had begun to worry he would never get a girlfriend – other than one girl he "dated" for about 2 weeks in high school, he's never really had any experience with girls. For a while when he was younger I thought maybe he was gay (which would be fine with me) because he didn't seem to show much interest in girls. I was careful not to have women cycling in and out of his life when he was a kid. Despite my voracious appetite for sex, I always met my fuck buddies at their place, or we would get a hotel room, etc. Over the years I had a few real relationships with women that he eventually met and got to know. When Ethan was 15 my 25 year old girlfriend moved in. She was cute and perky, high sex drive, and not bashful at all. Sometimes she would run around the house in skimpy outfits and sometimes I thought he was checking her out, but really couldn't tell for sure. During the course of our relationship she had of course sent me some dirty selfies, and I took some pictures of her myself. After we had broken up and she moved out, one time my son borrowed my iPad without asking. When I got home and turned it on, a picture of her spread wide with a finger in herself was up on the screen. Clearly he'd been taking a gander at them. Between that and porn links I found in our home computer history, I …