College Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Moreover, he loved it. "It's so cool and amazing." He immediately wore it like an excited kid, and she laughed. "I just love it, thank you." He clasped her face and kissed her forehead. "Now we are both going to have so many gifts as we'll give a present to each other after our every make-out, right?" She asked him, excited. "Yes, Kiddo." He answered, caressing her soft cheeks with his thumbs before placing a soft kiss there. "Fuck! I never thought I would ever have sex in college, and what we did in the library was so thrilling and crazy." She suddenly shrieked.

I discovered sex when I was in college. One day I was at college during the afternoon break when I was 16. There was a handsome boy who was always around me. A couple of talks, a walk in the campus corridors while the rest of the class was having a lesson, and before I knew it I was sneaking into a toilet with him and he was slipping it to me. Let’s just say that at the time I understood why he has been called ‘The Boss’ in the entire college. He had what even I knew at the time was an enormous penis.

Have you ever been fucked in the most random place ever? If so, then let me tell you a quick story of how I became the personality slut for my colleague at college. Don't judge me! ****** (This morning) So, we have 15 minutes between classes, but he's persistent. He grabs my hand and pulls me into the men's room on the third floor of the physics building. "This is crazy," I whisper, my heart pounding. "We're gonna get caught!" "Nobody ever comes up here," he murmurs, his lips already dangerously close to mine. "Besides, I know you want it..."

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

They were now standing as naked as the day they were born in front of their best friend's wife with raging erections. Lauren gasped as she saw their cocks jump out and stand at attention. She couldn't believe that she was about to have these three handsome men make love to her. In that moment she realised she was thinking back to a conversation she had back in college with her sorority sisters about their sexual fantasies and she had told them she had always wanted to have sex with a group of men at once, and now that fantasy was about to become reality.

Lena was already shaking from her second orgasm when the guys lifted her off the floor. Her pussy leaked a mixture of cum and her own juices down her thighs. The six college guys circled her like hungry wolves, their cocks hard again and ready for more. The living room smelled like sex and energy drinks. Ethan wiped sweat from his forehead and grinned. "We are not done with you yet, neighbor. You wanted us to tire you out? Then we are going to destroy every hole until you cannot walk."

The revealing dress had done it, my boobs jiggling free under the top, nipples poking through fabric, making his cock strain against his shorts. He grabbed my hand under the blanket, guiding it to his zipper, hard, thick bulge throbbing. "Force of the dress, baby. Suck your best friend's brother's cock now, anytime means here." Heart hammered, risk electric, Mia inches away. But lust won; I nodded, slipping off the couch casual like grabbing a drink. "Thirsty," I lied to Mia, who waved absent. Kitchen dark, connected open to the living room. Jax followed seconds later, "Me too," casual. Door half-shut for shadow, but voices carried. He backed me to the counter fast, unzipping, cock springing

We switched positions constantly—me on top grinding slowly, him pounding from above, sideways on the rug with my leg lifted high. Conversation deepened our connection. He shared frustrations with his marriage, the pressure of academia. I confessed my crush started on day one of class. All while our bodies slapped together rhythmically. He edged me again, this time with a ruler from his desk, light taps on my clit and ass turning into sharp stings that made me drip. “Discipline looks good on you.” I came shaking, then sucked him clean before he bent me over the desk for the final intense round. Hard, fast, relentless. He pulled my hair and whispered how he’d fuck me in the lecture hall one da

My whole body trembled violently, another powerful climax building deep in my core as the relentless, rough fucking continued without mercy on the dorm room floor. Our heavy breathing and the wet, filthy sounds of raw sex filled the small space, showing no signs of slowing down.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.