Horny Student Novels & Stories

In the corner of the campus, a beautiful garden was fixed which was covered full of green scrubs and beautiful flowers including Lilly, my favourite. Such a wonderful view. Yesterday I didn't get a chance to admire the beauty of this nature but today I will enjoy the view... ohooho look like not anymore. In front of me, the curious students were gathering around the entrance. I don't know why, but I too get curious. I just penetrated through the bunch of students and my eyes widen in shock when I saw what was happening in front of me. Curiosity may kill a cat, that's what happening here. He is hitting someone vigorously, taking the hell out of his life. But no one took any steps to stop him,

Without replying she stands up and moves to the front of the classroom and I notice how every single guy (and some of the girls) have their gazes fixed to her perfect ass. I feel my fists clench and bite back the urge to beat every single one of them to a pulp. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t fight over girls, they’re all just a pussy with a face. Jesus Cade, get a grip. I force myself to unclench my fists. She makes it to the front of the classroom and turns to face us. She gives a sideways glance to Mr. Burns before saying “Hello, I’m Monroe Thorn, and I am a transfer student.” She then takes a dramatic bow and begins walking back to her seat.

It was just a moment ago that Professor Morgan explained to them the meaning behind the glowing of Cupid's Ponies's horn then now they are seeing one in action. But before the class could recover from it, there was another red horn that glows in the middle of the empty field. This time it was after Steve feed the Cupid's Ponies. Just like the other students, Steve, Nike, Jace and Audrey managed to feed the Cupid's Ponies and pass the activity. Moreover, the horn of the Cupid's Ponies that they successfully fed also glow in red. Yet unlike Allan, they were not able to have the Cupid's Ponies accept their offering with their bare hands.

The loud clomping sound of his hooves against the cement sidewalk seemed to announce to everyone that he is only a ponyboy. As he was lead out into the bright morning sun, Cody saw hundreds of students talking and laughing as they went to class. Several students stopped to talk to Hannah and ask her about her ponyboy. Everyone especially the girls got a huge laugh when they saw Cody's cock locked away in a chastity cage. One of the girls talking to Hannah even caressed his cock through his chastity cage just to watch Cody straining to get hard. "I am a lesbian," the girl admitted to Hannah, "and I think all boys should be kept locked in chastity to serve us."

"Whoa there, what?!" The teacher was already jerking her student's panties down. "I might be sure of it. Who's the veteran lesbian here after all, right?" Prone and surprised, it was easy work, and suddenly there was the younger Stern girl's thick juicy ass out there in the open air. Taylor's neck was abandoned; her whole body trembled softly as I squeezed the leather encasing her butt.

Tim explained that the school had a free-range sexual activity policy. At any time and place, I could find students and/or staff engaged in different varieties of gay sex. He then indicated the downstairs "dungeon," as he called it. He described that it was fully stocked and equipped if I were interested in BDSM or any kind of corporal punishment fetish. I indicated I was not likely to choose that option, but he simply shrugged and said, "Don't knock it til you've tried it."

Tully, a 20-year-old college student, was enjoying his first year of dorm life at the prestigious Oakwood University. He shared a room with his best friend, Jake, a tall, lanky guy with a mischievous grin that could charm the panties off any girl. Together, they had already become quite the legend among the female population of the dorm, their exploits whispered about in hushed tones and envious stares.

As we turned the corner into a long, well-lit corridor, my steps faltered. A petite guy—slim, pale, messy blond hair—was on his knees right there in the middle of the hallway. Two much bigger, muscular students stood in front of him, pants shoved down to their thighs, thick cocks out. The blond kid was servicing them like it was the most normal thing in the world.

He shouldn’t be lurking in hallways getting manhandled by lit professors, no matter how fucking good it felt to have professor Adrian’s tongue in his mouth. Students mill about in the corridor, heading to classes or the cafeteria. As Ryder storms past, heads turn. They see the disheveled uniform, the blood on his chin, the wild look in his eyes. A group of freshman girls giggles behind their hands, their whispers trailing after him like smoke. "Is that Ryder?" "Looks like he got into a fight." "Total psycho." “I heard he got someone pregnant.” “No way…” “But they said it’s true.” A few students glanced at him openly, others covering their mouths as they whispered behind his back.

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.