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She pushed her chair back and stood, leaning her hands on the desk so her face was just inches from mine. “Welcome to the College of Sex, Xavier,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Then she reached down, bold as hell, and tugged my zipper open under the desk. My breath caught, but I didn’t stop her hell no. My cock sprang free, aching, and her eyes lit up like she’d just unwrapped the best gift of her life. “Mm,” she purred, licking her lips. “So it’s true what they say about you.”

The moment I stepped into the house, it was almost as if I had stepped into a world of sin and fornication. There was a couple on the couch, there were so many people around, some were having sex , but unlike the regular college parties, this one seemed different and extreme. To my left, there was a girl bent over and being fucked loudly, even though two other guys were drinking and smoking. They were acting so fucking dumb to what was happening. I saw three other girls making a foursome with a guy, and the scene almost blew my head off. It was almost like what I see Cole doing, but this one seemed worse.

It’s been so long since I have been with a man, that hell I have even forgotten what it could feel like and I want Xander. For once in my life I want to feel hot, steamy, lust and passion mixed with hot sex. Not mediocre sex like I have always had. Even my college professor was just okay, I mean I enjoyed it but it wasn’t earth shattering, the earth didn’t move and it certainly wasn’t like anything I see in the movies or read about in books. I blame all those books for describing sex scenes that have never happened to me, that I long for. Xander is the kind of man, I know, who can make a woman come so much that she is soaking for him. Like my panties are right now. I can feel my wetness betw

She said, “If you’re really clueless, you can watch some videos.” “I can’t find any. It’s banned.” Liberty had no words. “Knowledge of sex comes naturally. It’s an instinct. There’s no need to be experienced. It’ll just happen. You don’t have to worry about Darren being a stiff man in bed. “A man has different sides when he’s on or off the bed. You’ll be surprised.” Caroline whispered, “I’m not entirely clueless. I just never had sex before. I want to learn how to keep my husband in line.”

Beth felt sick to her stomach as she watched herself sucking up his sperm like a wild animal. "Here's the deal," he said to her. "For the next four weeks, your going to do everything I tell you to do or I show this video to your husband, mother, and I'm also prepared to send copies to those fucked up college professors you seem to be so fond of." Beth felt the tears pouring out of her eyes and collapsed sobbing. The girl in the video was exactly the kind of girl her feminist professors were always raving against. Real woman didn't perform oral sex on men and they certainly didn't get pleasure out of it.

I was shy, socially awkward, and inexperienced when it came to dating, sex, and romance. I’d been accepted to a college out of state and was looking forward to spreading my wings a bit and trying out some new things in an environment where nobody knew me. Jess and I spent the afternoon getting to know each other better. Even though we were from the same small town and had gone to the same high school, we’d never really spent time together due to our age difference. She gave me lots of pointers about what to expect during the first few weeks of college. When the topic turned to college parties, she asked me point-blank about my sex life.

“How do you know so much about our professor, Soph?” I froze. “What? I….I just pay attention in class. Like everyone should. For the scholarship. Obviously.” Maya raised a brow. “Uh-huh.” I silently prayed they wouldn’t push. If they asked one more question, I knew I was going to blurt out everything. Thank God, Tasha slammed her palm on the table. “I’ve got news, guys.” We all jumped. “What?” Maya asked. Tasha grinned, wicked and proud. “I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.”

The stage is filled with half naked girls dancing around the polls just to satisfy men. Some had such glimmers on their face that could make men bow on their feet. It was a brothel. A woman and a man sat by the corner chatting and drinking. They seem to be serious with their talks. "So, here is the payment," the man the suitcase to the woman with a smirk on his dirty face. He has that kind of old and ugly face that made every women who sees him almost puke. This man also has a pot belly with a weird shape of himself.

Curled up on the sofa with Jen, just felt so right, so natural. Right after the movie ended, Jen started flipping channels and stopped on the HBO Channel. They were starting the serials "Reel Sex". The show started boring with a local strip club in Atlanta for women only, the second segment was about couples massage and the last segment was a sex workshop that was given In Colorado, when married couples went to expand their horizons, I seem to notice that Jen's interested piqued during the last segment. As the show went off, she turned to me and stated quite simply.

The look in Arya’s eyes was challenging and Wilder grinned, his eyes going wild. “Then I hope he likes life without his fucking hands and eyes,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. I got to my feet and they turned to look at me. “Listen, we’re all adults here. If you want to have sex, then have sex. I can’t stop you, Arya, but I can tell you, guys in college, they just want sex and you’re better than being someone’s hook-up, trust me on that.” She sighed. “I know.”