College Smut Novels & Stories

"Don't have sex because you'll get Chlamydia and if not treated, you'll die" our Sex Ed teacher says Why do we even need this class. We all know about this stuff already. "Did you hear that Amelia?" I hear Stella whisper beside me with a teasing tone which causes me to to laugh "What's so funny Miss Montgomery?" The teach says with an annoyed tone Shit, was I that loud? "I just think it's funny that the Chlam in Chlamydia kind of sounds like Clam" I convincingly lie with a smile

Caution, bad smut scene, if you r under 18, I'm not your mother, enjoy. Callina joined the couples, going for Jace's pants, finally relieving the pressure, his penis was quick to poke out, with a glistering top, with expert hands she worked him up, spitting on her hand to add more friction to the red member, feeling the veins under her hand. It's been a while for Jace and she knew it, she decided to torture him a bit.

Sam said "I just dont understand why over a guy out of all things" I said while taking a seat on the couch "It wasn't over a guy it was because she called me a slut and I felt that was disrespectful so I popped off" Te said "Girl don't even you asked me if I thought it was slutty to have sex with a guy you've known for a month and I said yes that was my opinion if you didn't like it don't ask for it" "But Sam calling her a slut is too far this whole beef is dumb and childish"

The woman had her shirt and bra off. "Adrian? What the hell?" She screamed. "Sam? What are you doing here?" He asked. "Wow! Really? I catch some slut grinding on you half naked in your room on your bed and that's what you have to say? Un-fucking-believable!" Sam retorted. "Nothing happened! I ah we were just talking and then she took off her shirt and mine and climbed on me. I'm drunk. I ah, just was trying to push her off." Smokey replied.

“But what is this awful shitty smell like an assortment of spoiled eggs, rotting food, and dead animals… who wanted to do a bad trick and take such an abomination with him? » The students started to giggle, others all saints, and still some held back so as not to burst out laughing. As for me, I was embarrassed. It was me where this horrible smell came from, I was shaking with shame and fear and finally, I heard a comrade speak. "Sir... you know when you come from the sewers, it's normal that you stink of shit" " How so? » "You know the student who was accepted out of pity in our establishment just thanks to the special services of her sister"

A few hours later, I’m at home, in a tee and track pants, on FaceTime with Saxon and Damon, a glass of whisky in my hand. “Jesus,” Saxon says. “She’s a dominatrix?” “Well, I couldn’t see any whips or paddles, but yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what’s going on there.” “I didn’t think he’d be into S&M,” Damon says. “I’ve always thought their cotton-rich socks are the best on the market,” Saxon replies. “That’s M&S, idiot,” Damon tells him. I give a short, tired laugh. They’re trying to cheer me up. It works, partly.

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

Danae curls up on her side, catching her breath from her orgasm, oblivious to the mixture of sexual excrement pooling in the aisle beneath her. I help her retrieve her clothing, adjust her skirt around her sticky ass and tie her top between her bruised and swollen tits. She defines the - ridden hard and put away wet - remark so often heard on college campuses. Her makeup is smeared and her lips are swollen, with no remaining traces of her lip-gloss. Her hair is a tangle of sweat and dried cum, while her thighs are caked with a sticky coating of mixed juices that are dripping from her pussy and her ass.

I quickly go to pick it up before slowly unraveling it in order to read its writing. "Sammy says you give good head. Maybe you should come use your skills on the soccer team. We’ll show you a real good time ." I look down in disbelief at the grotesque message, having me look back to see a group of boys behind me laughing as they use their hands to make sexual gestures. I immediately flick them off in response as I quickly discard the paper while fighting back more tears. I feel so dirty. I hate that everyone sees me like this. I wish I never would’ve slept with Sammy.

Rival Roommates The room smelled like sweat, cum, and pure sex. The sheets under us were already soaked. My ass leaked Ethan’s first load every time I moved, warm and sticky down my thighs. My own cum was smeared across my stomach and his chest. We were both breathing hard, bodies shiny with sweat, but neither of us was done. Not even close. Ethan lay on his back, cock still half-hard and glistening with our mess. He looked over at me with that same cocky smirk, even though his chest was heaving.