College Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I break the kiss and lifted him up I placed him on the couch and I undid his belt, I removed his trouser down to his short and I flung them to a corner of the room. I reached for my lubricant, then I rubbed it on his asshole. I stroke my already hard cock rubbing a little lubricant on the tip. I plunge into him without hesitation and a loud moan escape his lips. “Ohh professor,” he called between gasp bucking his butt to match my pace. “You love this don’t you,” I grunted. “Yee..ahh… prof” he moaned his voice breaking with pleasure. I spank his ass leaving a read mark there I felt my cum building up and i thrust harder and pour my seed on his butt cheek, allowing the sticky liquid spread.

His scent surrounded me—clean, masculine, familiar—and his fingers left trails of fire as they moved down my sides, lifting my dress inch by inch. When he whispered, “Tell me what you want,” I didn’t hesitate. “You. I want you inside me. Please.” He smiled—dark, possessive—and unzipped his jeans, freeing himself. I gasped as he pushed into me, slowly, filling me inch by inch. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I moaned—loud and raw—as he started to move. This wasn’t just sex. This was years of longing, of restraint, of pretending. His thrusts grew deeper, more intense, and I wrapped my legs around him, wanting to keep him there, to never let him go.

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

"We wait for our mate" "I get it but until we hear our wolf howling. We need to unwind. Get down with one of those hotties" "I'm not gonna have sex in a college party" Cameron bites her lower lips. She has never thought about having sex. Although, she had imagined how it happened. "I never said you should have sex except for us if you want to" "No! I don't wanna have sex, especially at a college party with hormonal boys" "So is it a yes or a no?"

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."