Cerita Dewasa Sekolah Novels & Stories

IVAN Emilia and I started our senior secondary class Last week in a new school . I'm an art student(ss3) and she is a science student(ss2). In my own view,i think the school is OK,just OK. The only annoying thing is the way girls keep gawking and swooning at me.That got me thinking ,if they haven't seen a guy before. .

"Just two weeks ago, we found a baby in a toilet in the girls' hostel and now we've found something else that just proves how rotten and spoilt you all are. You all seem to see sex as no big deal, you see it as nothing but do you even know that you are sharing a spiritual bonding with whomever you have it with? Do you even have the idea that having sex right now is called fornication and it is a sin that attracts you a penalty of going to hell? Haven't you ever been told that keeping your virginity till marriage is pride?" "Will this man just get on with whatever he wants to say? I'm practically roasting here!" Queen said while I just chuckled but really I supported her. "A condom was found

I looked… turned on for real. Amy leaned over and whispered, “You did good. You sounded hot.” I smiled, still a little embarrassed but proud. Marcus ended the class. “Tomorrow we go further to undress on camera and light oral practice. Rest up and drink water. Talk to each other if you need support.” As I left the room, my panties were soaked. My nipples still tingled from Jake’s touch. The dirty words I’d said kept echoing in my head. This wasn’t just a school. It was waking something up inside me. Something hungry. And I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

had taken them into the bathroom after school ended and had sucked on their growing curves so deliciously that they had moaned and almost gotten caught by a teacher who just happened to be 'passing by'. I did sometimes wonder where all these girls found so many senior boys I wouldn't even know the name of, but being a repressed 16 year old to whom sex was a taboo topic at home and class, and who got to listen to wild stories for free from her classmates about their daring escapades, I tended to believe their tales of bravado.Whispered tales of how a breast looks while swollen and red and what a boy's thick cock looks filled with blood were the only topics any 16 year old could talk about bet

She paused, searching for the word. “Extremely barbaric.” “But why would the school authorities invite such peo…” “There are stories.” She said, cutting me off. “ About how their women are treated, they force their way into women, their men enjoy gang bangs. They have sex ceremonies, they call it bedding rituals I guess. Someone in the third year said their men have harems and are allowed to marry multiple women.” “And their sexual escapades are not private, the women there walk around naked and any of the men can just walk up to them and decide to fuck them.” She continued.

He growled to her, his huge hand wrapped around her throat as he wrecked her wet coochie. El was creaming all over her hot Professor's fat cock, moaning like the dumb whore that she was. I whispered the dirty words as I typed away. "Ram my pussy sir, cream my cunt please. Fuck me harder." I whined softly. My glasses were fogged from the heat. The heat in the class or the one my body was producing, I didn't know which one was hotter. I've been obsessed with this man since I transferred to the school. Professor Garrett was my Sex Education lecturer. To make matters worse, he taught us about arousals, wet pussies, hard cocks and orgasms in that deep voice of his.

“What else do they teach you?” “How to share, the importance of lubrication, especially with anal and double penetration, the list goes on,” he laughs. “Wow, that's a lot to deal with at 16,” “Yep. Embarrassing too,” he snorts. “Especially when you come home from school and your mum asks what you learnt today after you spent the day learning how to fit two cocks in one woman without breaking her,” “What the hell! Why do they need to teach you that?” I feel outraged and slightly sick. I get the need for sex education but that seems too far.

Going to school everyday became something I looked forward too every day after that and my break times were spent, in the private teacher bathrooms,behind the bleachers and the janitors closet,every steamy moment got me thinking of the next one, my legs shaking and my clit throbbing as I walked back to my class, zoning out in class,clutching my thighs together,trying to calm my horny self,smiling to myself thinking of her red my ass was as I sit in my chair,and the pain stings through my body.

Marry glared, she didn't know what to say to her bewildered friend, "Did you listen carefully to the sex education sessions when you were in school?" Calantha smiled sheepishly. When she was in high school, she hadn't differentiated yet, she was busy with classes and also had to work part-time, so Calantha wanted to hide from sex education sessions. Anyway, it was an after-school activity that students were not required to participate in. Knowledge about genders was rife online and in everyday life.

Tim explained that the school had a free-range sexual activity policy. At any time and place, I could find students and/or staff engaged in different varieties of gay sex. He then indicated the downstairs "dungeon," as he called it. He described that it was fully stocked and equipped if I were interested in BDSM or any kind of corporal punishment fetish. I indicated I was not likely to choose that option, but he simply shrugged and said, "Don't knock it til you've tried it."