Erotic College Stories Novels & Stories

This apartment carried too many memories. The kitchen where she cooked after long hours at work. The couch where she and Lucas spent lazy weekends. The dining table where she sat every month calculating bills while Lucas promised her that one day everything would be worth it. Camila closed the suitcase halfway and stared at the room quietly. Maybe love really could blind people. Because she had loved Lucas Daniel Torres with everything she had. She met him during her last year in college. He was charming, handsome, confident, and funny. The kind of man who made everyone turn their heads whenever he entered a room.

His small member rubbed against the man’s hard abdomen, becoming erect, turning a flesh-red color, and standing stiffly. The little student clutched onto the man’s neck as the man continued devouring his breasts, and he screamed when he reached his climax once again. His body twitched, and his honey cave contracted, opening and closing like a fish’s mouth. The ardent hunger and thirst in his body prompted the little student to press even closer to the man’s mountain-like body, rubbing his soft form against him. While panting seductively, the little student touched the ginormous monster at the man’s crotch.

I wanted his cock inside my pussy and his hands on my body, touching me. No I’m not a spoilt little girl, I just want what I want. Most of my friends at school had already had their first time with the boys in school, but I just couldn't bring myself to do same because their young cocks were to small for me plus they were inexperienced. Tonight was my college send-of party and I would be leaving for New York in the next few days. Everyone from school will be attending, I had organised a big party. I had to look my best so I grabbed a few of my close friends from school and headed out to get nails done, the hair curled, plus coloured and a spray tan.

PEARL The second his lips crashed against mine, my brain went into a full scale riot. There was this loud, screaming protest in the back of my mind telling me to pull away, to remember my scholarship, to remember that this was my professor and I was in a faculty office with a locked door. But my body? My body was a traitor. The moment his tongue forced its way past my teeth, I felt my knees go weak, and the folder I had spent all week killing myself over just slid right out of my hands. I didn't even care. The sound of the papers hitting the floor was distant, a dull thud that signified the end of my life as a normal student. All that research, all those late nights in the library, they didn

He kept stroking her through it, gentler now, drawing it out until she was whimpering, oversensitive, clinging to him. “Fuck,” she whispered when she could speak again. Her face burned. “I can’t believe I just— on your hand. In your office.” He pulled his fingers out slowly, but didn’t move away. His eyes were blown dark, hungry. He looked wrecked. Like touching her had cost him something. She asked the question that had been burning in her chest the whole night. “Do you do this with all your graduate students?” Marcus’s voice came out rough enough to scrape over her skin. “No.” He swallowed. “Never.”

he said, seriously as if that answer was worth his life. “That…” Harriet snorted, slightly irritated that he was so observant. “What about my college stories? When a drunk girl accidentally locked me in the women's bathroom? Or when they left a tuna sandwich in the locker next to mine in High School and the entire school had to be closed down because of the smell? See? There are things we need to learn about each other.” “You can tell me your stories after the wedding.” he tried to insist, with an uncharacteristic pout for a huge, frightening man like him, but this only served to make Harriet laugh.

She was a thing to be used, and the sheer debasement of it made her core clench violently around the cock pumping into her. “Tight little fuckhole,” the man in her pussy grunted. “Gonna dump my load right in this fertile college cunt.” “She’s deep-throating me like a champion,” the one at her mouth choked out, his fingers tangling in her hair. Then, a third set of hands. On her hips, rolling her onto her side, pulling her cheeks apart. A cold, wet dribble of lube on her forbidden hole. She tensed. “Easy, girl. This one’s mine.” This voice… it was closer. Familiar. A whisper laced with dark excitement. Sam.

Rainy Stairwell – Unplanned passion – An accidental encounter in a wet stairwell leads to a heated kiss. 72. Library Secrets – Hidden touches – Private study sessions in quiet corners intensify stolen touches and longing glances. 73. Dorm Pranks – Teasing escalates – Playful dorm pranks spark laughter and subtle physical teasing. 74. Confession Interrupted – Desire vs. pride – Harper tries to confess feelings but is interrupted, leaving unresolved tension. 75. Party Tension – Eyes locked across the room – A college party escalates rivalry and desire through stolen looks and daring glances. 76. Rainstorm Walk – Steamy encounter – Wet clothes and close proximity force a passionate embrace in t

Woman 4: Emily get your head out your ass, he winks at all of us The rest of the women agreed,seems my in-law is a flirt. Woman 1: he always keeps it professional tho, he never slept with anyone of his students or even touched them. I nodded and Eric came out all changed and sexy, he wore some shorts and a black gum long sleeve gym shirt, which stuck to his body, literally carving out his body structure, the broad shoulders, his biceps, his small waist and abs,I became thirsty from the sight, and I swear I had licked my lips Atleast three times, licking off all the balm.

I felt a hand pin me to the bed, as the figure kept dipping the dildo in for me. I wanted to resist, yet the figure did it so well—so well that I kept panting instead of asking who the person was. It was dark and I couldn't see, yet I could smell the cologne: thick, good, and it smelled masculine. I kept moaning uncontrollably; getting wet wasn't a choice, it was a fucking action. I couldn't control it; I just kept moaning words out of my throat. Not until the figure couldn't take it any longer.