College Sex Stories Novels & Stories

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.

I say. He rolls off the bed to rifle through his duffel and reappears quickly, tossing condoms onto the bedside table and ripping a foil open with his teeth. “Don’t read anything into it,” he commands, probably seeing the question on my face of why so many condoms. “It’s just something I’ve always done. Over-prepared and all that.” I grin. “I’m a fan of being prepared.”

I froze, legs still tangled with his, chest pressed to his, the scent of sex thick between us. He didn’t pull out right away. His gray eyes locked on mine in the half-dark, one hand still possessively curved over my hip. He spoke against my mouth, voice low and controlled even now. “Stay quiet. Don’t move.” I nodded, barely breathing. He eased out of me with a wet, deliberate slide that made me bite down hard on my lip to keep from whimpering. The sudden emptiness made me ache. Thick ropes of his cum followed, warm and messy, dripping onto the sheets. He rolled off the bed in one fluid motion, grabbed a discarded pair of dark sweatpants from a chair, and tugged them on without bothering with

His body shuddered against mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. We stayed like that for a while, both of us breathing heavily but not moving away from each other. Eventually he pulled out, careful now, much more tender than he’d been when he was still fucking me. He disposed of the condom in the bathroom trash. When he came back, he didn’t hesitate. He just climbed back into bed and pulled me against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. I didn’t fight it. I couldn’t fight it. My fingers traced the familiar lines of his collarbone, then lower, over the scar I’d kissed a thousand times back when we were in college. “You still have this,” I murmured. “Some thing

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.

Melissa’s heart pounded as she stepped into the dimly lit warehouse in Victoria Island. The underground kink party was invitation-only, and she had spent weeks working up the courage to come. At twenty-six, she was tired of boring boyfriends who fucked like they were scared to break her. She wanted more. She wanted to be used. Owned.

Anna's POV I was lying on my bed, heart pounding, pussy already wet. I had been chatting with him for weeks. My sexy online buddy. The one who made me feel like a dirty little slut even though I was still a virgin. I wanted this so bad. I wanted to finally feel what real sex was like.

"I tried to comfort him and I offered to take him home. He didn't quit going to the club and we would always meet there, he told me a lot about himself and I started to find him interesting..." "...The day I found out I didn't get into college, I just wanted to drink my sorrow away and I urged him to drink with me. We both got drunk and ended up having sex" "The next morning, he confessed his feelings for the and he also told me about what they did to you. I didn't let him explain I just left his place in annoyance. The point is why didn't he tell me earlier? Why wait till I finally fell for for him before speaking up? It felt like I betrayed you Claire. Why would I fall in with your rapist?