College Smut Novels & Stories

All these she-wolves could go ahead and fuck themselves. The smell of wild berries and vanilla got stronger as it wafted through the air, and just before we could address the group of students, mine and Sam's eyes locked on the reason for the delicious smell, but instead of happiness, anger shimmered through our bodies as we gazed at our little mate in nothing but a pair of tiny black spandex shorts and black crop top, making both me and Sam growl. Hell could turn over but over mate wasn't going to get oggled by these little bastard teenage wolves.

'Wow, sis takes it up the ass,' I thought to myself, my cóck getting stiff immediately. Samantha: No, LOL. Plus, truth be told, I kind of liked it. Sophie: Slût! Samantha: Says the slût who got a bukkake last weekend. Sophie: Hey, cûm is supposedly good for avoiding zits. The idea of Sophie's face coated with cum was incredibly hot. Samantha: Then you should have a perfect complexion. Sophie: And I do! So what is the big news then? Samantha: I walked in on Eddie stroking to cheerleader pôrn.

😅 At least the main two smuts will be posted in their full explicit detail. Though, there might be a couple of smutty parts that happened during the main plotline that might fade into black on Good Novel. And everything that happened after the plotline and isn’t relevant for the future plot will be written into extras that will be available in the published version only. The list of currently planned extras (S tag means it will definitely include smut): * [S] Noah’s and Levi’s honeymoon * [S] Levi and Noah going dolphin riding again * [S] a day in Levi’s and Noah’s married life, several years later.

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

Just when I had thought that I finally secured my dream job. Now this? Pretend to be his woman? For a week? What game is this? "Which is why I need to know your self control game, because being my woman, you'll be doing a lot of stuff, I don't want you to do that while wet underneath," he added, the smug little smirk not leaving his face. I cringed as the words slipped out of his mouth. How can someone spew such smut words with so much comfort? Has he no shame whatsoever?

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

something to say, and each one brightened Sam’s face the same way it must have brightened them up at that point in time when she told them all those things in her usual, cheerful way. “But despite all this, she’s a slut, right?” I asked, chuckling dryly. “If being like Sam means being a slut, then maybe we should all become sluts because…” I cast long meaningful stares at Hailey and Kaylee before adding, “I’d much rather be a slut, than a fucking hypocrite.” I stared at my friends who all had smiles on their faces, with Sam’s looking quite teary-eyed; but not the sad type this time. I shot her a wink, before turning to say, “so, I guess that makes me a proud slut.” “Not just you.” I tra

Both guys finished and stepped back. Annabelle had a mouth filled with semen. She kept her head tilted back, looking down at the camera. The last guy stepped up to her face, jacking his own contribution into her mouth. "Stupid little slut," he hissed, putting his cum where the others had put theirs. Annabelle kept her mind blank. There was a strong musky odor from all the semen in her mouth and on her face. When the last guy finished, she carefully closed her mouth and straightened her head. She wasn't sure she could swallow it.

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.

“What? Sometimes, these words get bottled up around Una, and I gotta let it out from time to time.” Will just smiled. He understood where she was coming from; although, he really had no problem with Una’s No Swearing Rule. “Don’t worry, Liezel. You can say fuck for as many times as you want. You’re in the safe zone.” Glen beamed at her. “So…going back…I’m thinking we should come as the Smurfs.” Will glared at him. Speechless. “Come on. You gotta admit how cute the Smurfs are! The costume would boost up our hotness. We gotta do this!” Glen insisted.