Student Sex Story Novels & Stories

As she began to read. "I'm twenty-one," the entry began. "I don't know anything about sex. I just got a boyfriend, and I want to be ready before I lose my innocence. But I'm too shy to talk about it, even with him. I've been listening to podcasts where ladies talk about their intimate experiences, their stories written down in their own worlds. I want to know what it feels like. I want to understand my own body."

"Wells are you sure you don’t want to consent to me? I will make you feel good I promise.” “Are you being serious?” Wells went pale. He thought he was joking around to scare him. But It no longer looked like a joke. “We are in university and I told you I don’t like Alphas?” “School sex is so hot!” “I don’t like Alphas!” Wells voice rose out of frustration. “So it’s a no I guess.” Xylon let out a sigh. Wells folded his leg that brushed against Xylon’s crotch and he felt something hard between his legs. His pupils rounded and he looked up at his face.

I say it as blunt as possible, hoping to shut the subject off, but I fail dismally. “And it was great. We all know that part,”Niki says and everyone laughs. Everyone knows that part because the stupid woman wrote all about it on the school newsletter. Her very detailed, eloquent writing is the reason she is one of the editors of SMA magazine. Our sex scene was unfortunately, so well documented that by the following day, everyone knew the appropriate size of my dick. I did not mind that part because I am gifted, even if I say so myself. What I minded was the shit romantic stuff I supposedly said, which, to this day I don’t recall ever saying.

Thank you my dear reader for supporting my work. I am really grateful. I hope you loved my previous story so far. please let me know what you think about it in the comments section. I will like to start my next story here. If you really enjoyed the previous, then stay with me as i unveil a new steamy and thight tingling series. LET'S BEGIN... ************************ STORY TITLE: THE SCHOOLGIRL Intro: A teacher lusts after his 18 year old student.

He ended the call and I sighed. "So did it work?" Danielle giggled. "Yes, it did. They had sex" "Awwm, I'm sure gonna tease Daniela tomorrow. Hi five girl"...

I watched as she took out a couple of popcorn from the kitchen cabinet and I was about to lend her a hand when I noticed a note pinned against their refrigerator. I frowned and read it loudly, "An advice for my Quinn today: Don't forget the dirty talks you tolerantly trained for a year from the mythological Sexopedia we discovered thousands of years ago under my bed. Love lots, K.S.?" I turned to Quinn confused and I found her gaping at the note with a shocked expression on her face. "Who's K.S.?" I asked, trying not to think of the horrible idea of this person was talking about on the note. My Quinn? Sexopedia? Dirty talks? It seemed like this person was making a sexual point.

This story is quite a long one, and it takes a while to get to the sex, but when you do there is quite a lot of it. It covers a lot of different acts, but does not get any more 'wild' than anal sex. The story could fit into many categories, but this is probably the best fit for it. The setting is Australia, and there are some references to the local 'Australian Rules' football code. If there is any of this that you find confusing please make a public comment and I will try to explain it for everyone.

“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.”

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.