Lesson Stories

A busy Thursday had found me in the library café, with what must have been the tenth cup of coffee I’d consumed that day. I was struggling mightily to focus my attention on a depressingly thick stack of books and material for my classes. It was my own fault for electing to write a thesis this year, I thought to myself.At least they kept the place nicely heated. Even though the harsh winter winds rattled against the window...

Veronica was her name and as I left after our massage session she said, "you have relaxed me terrifically Martin, I don't know how to thank you""You already have," I said with a smile. "I still have the oil on my cock to prove it!""May I come back and visit again?""Oh, anytime my dear, anytime here is my number."We made no specific arrangement but about a week later I decided to call and see if she was OK."Ah, Martin," sh...

"I promise I will make you feel as good as you made me feel before its time for you to go back Uni...Do we have a deal?" "OK," I said sadly. "Just you wait." ...Well I waited, not very patiently but I didn't want to push or appear desperate. I was desperate though. David’s mother consumed all my thoughts all the time. I visited David’s house a few times in the following couple of weeks to hang out, sometimes she was there...

It started back when I was just legal, 16 that is. I was seeing a boy who was 19, but he was a typical 19 year old. He knew how to fuck, but had no clue how to pleasure a woman. Sex was boring, just him on top rubbing in and out, in and out until he shuddered and came. I knew how to make myself damp but I was far to self conscious to do that while he rammed into me. After all, girls didn't wank. At the time I used to help...

Disclaimer: This story is only available on Lushstories. (C) iszofia 2010 - 2012  Part 2 of “Liss”After our shower together, Liss and I spent most of the night discussing how to teach Luke his little lesson. I was wearing a white tank and a lavender lace bum hugging panties. Liss had borrowed a light blue tank top from me and had a pair of her own lacy yellow hipster panties on. I had flung it at her telling her that she...

My sister Alison is six years older than me and a total fox. Every summer I can remember boys from all across our neighborhood would gather at our poolside to fawn over her gorgeous bikini-clad body. I know a lot of people think it’s weird to think of their sister like that, but I’ve never had any shame about it. As far as I was concerned, she was just like any other girl, though much hotter than most. To this day I can r...