College Sex Stories Novels & Stories

You don't want to get slut shamed do you? ''I ... I what .. I'' I stammered half wondering how I had officially turned myself into a stutterer. Clarrisa raised her hands palm up. ''Look I'm not saying you shouldn't have sex, what's college anyway without good mind blowing sex. All I'm saying is that when you want some then get some behind closed doors not in some dark room at a frat party or against the wall of the corridor in your dorm, tying a towel for easy access and pretending you wanted to take a shower.''

"Alright fellas. Let's get on to business. First question is, when was the first time you had sex?" Jax leaned backwards, his hand working his spit slick phallus. "Shit!! I was like 16. A neighbour's 17 year old daughter snuck me into her dad's garage. I was a horny kid then, bent her over a workbench. I came in two minutes tops but she squirted all over my balls."

"Go back to your room before the maids start wandering the halls. I don't need the gossip reaching the wrong ears just yet. And Blaire? Don't think you're done. This was just the morning shift." I sat up, my body feeling heavy and used. My pussy felt swollen and raw, a dull ache that made it hard to move. I pulled the crisp cotton shirt over my head, the scent of Raymond’s expensive cologne filling my nose. It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug.

She felt the hot flood inside her, another man’s claim mixing with the first. As she lay there panting, shuddering through the aftershocks, Sasha’s climax reached its peak. Kael was hammering into her ass with unstoppable force. “Come for me, Sasha,” he growled, gripping her shoulders. Sasha’s cry was sharp, a dagger of pleasure. Her body tightened, then convulsed. Kael held her through it, then drove his own release into her with a final, ground-out groan. For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

I occasionally wondered how they’d got together or even remained married for such a long time. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t 100 percent dull; after locating Dad’s section of filthy books one day, I became fascinated by sex. I'd sneak a few magazines out every once in a while when I was supposed to do assignments, and I’d masturbate furiously while taking a look at the images and reading the sensual stories. My imagination ran riot and my dreams became wilder and wilder as the tales became naughtier. I had a couple of distinct boyfriends at this time and even had sex with two of them. Both went to my college, and from the magazines I was studying, I understood they weren’t very seasoned; leav

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

"Please describe for me the first time you had sexual intercourse. I don't want any names, but I do want you to describe the circumstances in some detail." I did as I was asked, giving a very thorough account of my encounter with a girl my freshman year of college. I told her everything I could remember, including the part where I had trouble getting the condom on and the fact that the whole encounter lasted about 30 seconds. Next, she asked me about my most embarrassing sexual encounter. I told her about the sexy grad student with the short black hair who had come on strong and invited me back to her place. I told her about the performance anxiety that had gripped me and how her frustration

When I was bored and restless, it somehow made everything better. He, too, shared stories about his past. Back in college, he had flings with older women, including one of his professors. As he described their escapades, I could feel my body gradually heating up. And I knew he noticed. I could tell he was fully aware that his stories were turning me on, but he just let me simmer.

The next few days were a blur of secret, risky encounters. One afternoon, while Ethan was in the shower, Victor cornered her in the laundry room. He bent her over the washing machine and fucked her hard and fast, one hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Lila came twice before he filled her and left her there, cum dripping down her legs. Another night, Ethan fell asleep on the couch watching TV. Victor pulled Lila into the guest room and fucked her slowly and deeply on the bed, making her look at him the entire time.