College Erotica Novels & Stories

Some of it was just nasty and degraded all involved, others had looked exciting, sensual, and some of it had seemed hedonistic. Some of it, well some of it was obviously the result of people losing all control and had seemed wildly erotic. Id gone through lists: lesbian sex, straight sex, orgies, doms and subs; classic porn and new porn, some even labeled ladies porn, meant for the discerning woman. Id watched it all, and Id found a lot of it intriguing, but maybe not for me. I always went back to one category, no matter what, though.

he muttered, his voice thick with lust. "Didn't know a detective would be this sexy" Andrew let out a dry laugh. Lopez started to move, his hips thrusting up, his cock sliding in and out of her ass. "You like that, sweetheart?" he growled, his voice harsh with desire. "You like being fucked like a hoe right?" "Yes, don't stop" Camila pleaded, closing her eyes as they took her to cloud nine. Van matched his rhythm, his hips moving in sync, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

“This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.” “Yes… fuck me harder,” she moaned. Her breasts pressed against the desk through her shirt. Her nipples were rock hard and sensitive. Professor Kane reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another orgasm quickly. Her legs shook harder. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room.

My eyes closed. “Eyes on me, Celine.” I forced them open. He was stroking himself, his fist moving slowly up and down his shaft, his eyes locked on my working fingers. The obscenity of it—spread out on my professor’s desk, masturbating for him sent a fresh gush of wetness between my legs. This was better than what I wrote. “That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice a drug. “Make that pretty pussy clench. I want to see you cum.”,

She was already close; the angle, the depth, the sheer wrongness of it pushing her toward an edge she hadn't expected to find. “You like this, don't you?” He growled. “You like being fucked by your ex's father.” “Yes.” She wasn't acting anymore. “Yes, Conrad. Fuck. Right there.” He reached around to touch her clit. His rough fingers already knew exactly where to press. She came with a cry that ripped out of her throat, her body clenching around him, and he followed a second later, burying himself deep, groaning her name like a prayer. They stayed like that, bent over the workbench. He was with his chest against her back, and his breath hot on her neck, his softening cock still inside her.

Santa Claus whipped me again and again, but all that escaped my mouth were my moans as I whined on the body, wishing to be released so I could jump on him and ride the piece of meat in between his legs. "Yes, Daddy." I licked my bottom lip seductively as he thrust the whip to a side, before grabbing the oil and rubbing all over his cock, till it glistened. He took it out and inserted it inside my pussy, before using the remote control to trigger it to work inside me. I squirted hard on the bed as it seemed as if electricity was buzzing through me, hard. "Shit! What a mess!" He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

Amelia moaned and writhed, crying into the sofa cushion in front of her, while my cock plowed into her small pussy again and again. She brought her hand back to her clit, rubbing herself in rapid strokes. I could feel her slender fingers touching the place where her pussy lips were stretched tight around my thick cock. I could feel her gripping my cock with her vagina wall. I could feel her milking me. "Oh FUCK! You are killing me, Amelia" I groan. I could feel my cock begin to swell up even bigger, pulsing so deep in her young, innocent pussy. I heard footstep, which I knew was my wife or her mother approaching the main door of the apartment.

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.