Kinky Co-Eds: 6 Stories of Sex & College Students

By W.D. Lekker

Years spent around higher education are filled with exploration and new discoveries. In this short story collection, college students come to learn things as sexual creatures. A veterinary science major finds two women are equally interested in him. Over spring break, a guy discovers his crush is interested in him, only to have him spank her. Two guys must share the same woman to keep her out of drunken trouble. Taking part in an orgy changes two people's relationship. A guy is seduced by his favorite professor. A graduate student learns that he prefers monogamy over group sex.

This collection contains the previously published eBooks Beyond Hildy, Stiff Intervention, Under The Graduate, You, Me & The Orgy, Spank this, and Get Them Off.

Warning! Each of these short stories contains graphic and detailed depictions of explicit sex. This eBook is only intended for mature and adult readers over the age of 18.

Excerpt:

In the motel room, amidst a dozen beer cans and wine bottles, I watched Chloe give some frat boy head. A dozen people cheered her on, too. She knelt before him, wearing nothing but her pink-brown two-piece bathing suit. It clung to her sexy curves, containing the heft of her breasts, as well as the hips and ass I would personally die for, if she ever asked. The guy had wrapped her long, wavy brown hair around his fist, and a sloppy grin stretched across his face. I wanted to punch the smile off his face, but I didn’t dare do it. I knew it was the booze talking. Chloe wasn’t my girlfriend, and I had no right to be offended by her blowing another guy—even if in the middle of a spring break hotel room party.

I was also a ball of conflicted emotion. Certainly, I envied the moron. I’ve always had a secret torch for Chloe. She was a beautiful woman. She had a slim nose with silver hoop in one nostril, as well as high cheekbones and full lips. I fantasized about her often—almost to the point of obsession. Consistently, I turned down interested women because, frankly, they were not Chloe. Ted, my best friend, thought that was profoundly dumb, given Chloe’s very slutty reputation back at Middlesex College. The other problem involved what she was doing.

Part of me liked watching her, a lot ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: SmutHouse
• Release date: Mar 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476294667

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Kinky Co-eds: 6 Stories of Sex & College Students

By W.D. Lekker

Copyright 2012, W.D. Lekker

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Table of Contents

Stiff Intervention

You, Me & The Orgy

Spank This

Get Them Off

Under The Graduate

Beyond Hildy

About The Author/ Excerpt

Stiff Intervention

This isn’t a party, Kelly said. It’s an intervention. She glared at me and then at Gary. You two assholes lure me back here and accuse me of being a fuck-up? She stood. No. No—I ain’t got time for this shit.

Please sit back down? I stepped in front of the door. I looked at her. Kelly was in a tight black miniskirt with an equally tight black top, which made her cleavage bulge out of. She wore no leggings, and she really didn’t wear anything other than a strappy pair of fuck-me pumps. Waves accentuated her long black hair, and she kept her face simple with very little make up. She didn’t need any, really. Her high cheekbones and tanned complexion required very little enhancement. Kelly was beautiful, and even though she had broken my heart on many occasions, I wasn’t going to let her self destruct. I loved her too much for that to happen.

Kelly scowled at me, and then at Gary, too. What? So you can tell me how much of a horrible person I am?

No, Gary said. We love you. It’s just that we’re concerned, that’s all. Gary crossed his arms for full effect.

Kelly tried to walk around me, but I calmly stepped in her way each time. She hung her shoulders and went back to the bed, where she sat crossed-legged. For a moment, she stared at her legs, and then she glowered at me and then Gary. You even call this an intervention? There are only two of you. And I’ve already dumped you both.

That doesn’t matter, right now, I said. I went to the motel room’s desk and flipped open my laptop. Let’s just take a quick look at the recent uploads on DrunkSlutTube.com. I slightly hovered over the keys, tracking my curser over to the search field. "Let's see. I just type Kelly Minnelli here and hit enter."

A list of flash videos popped up. Each of them starred Kelly. I hit the one at the top; it was about 30 seconds of footage. Kelly was completely naked and running through a ShawMart’s parking lot with a bottle of cheap wine. The person holding the camera desperately tried to follow her, and the point-of-view camera angle often shifted from her butt and bare, tattooed back to the faces of shocked elderly people wheeling shopping carts out of the supercenter.

Once that clip came to an end, I clicked on the next one in the queue. Kelly stood in the middle of a motel room party, and she was completely naked. Her long black hair had been separated into pigtails. She held a bottle of cheap whiskey in one hand, and she had a sock pulled over her other. The sock had a smiley face crudely drawn onto it, and Kelly drunkenly argued with it for the whole clip. Her words made no sense. What do you mean these boys all have little cocks? I haven’t been to their farms—their roosters might be big? I don’t know! Plus, what does the size of a rooster matter in the scheme of things? It’s not like the local grocery stores would stock free-range chickens. But, you know, if there’s one thing I want in my mouth right now, it’s a big bowl of hot cock soup!

I don’t know what you’re trying to prove here. Kelly blushed and looked away from the computer screen. I find it sick either of you would follow me around with a camera.

We didn’t. Gary took a seat next to her on the bed.

Who did? Kelly looked a little shocked.

Remember any of your ‘new’ boyfriends as of the last couple nights?

Huh?

There’s an industry around filming crazy, drunk girls on spring break, I said. "That jackass you left me for, when we got here? He’s one of them."

Oh. She stared at her knees for a long moment. Then, she glanced up and caught me in the eye. There was more confusion and hatred there, now. So what? It’s spring break. Nobody is going to remember any of this once we go back to school.

Wrong, I said. Look at how many hits your antics are getting online. And it’s under your real name, Kelly. Try getting a job interview, now. Somebody will netsearch you and find this, I pointed at the screen, at the top of their results. You want that?

Oh my god, Kelly said. What can I do?

We checked DrunkSlutTube.com’s terms of service. All of those videos are in TOS violation for using your full name, I said.

Write them an angry email, threaten lawyers, and it will be taken down, Gary added.

Done, Kelly stood. Now, guys, thanks. She walked towards me. Lesson learned. She tried to step around me to get to the door.

Um, no, I said. You’re not going anywhere.

But it’s the last night of spring break, she said. There’s going to be a big blowout on the beach.

Haven’t you been listening to us? Gary angrily stood and turned his back on her. We don’t want you making a fool out of yourself, again. He paused for a moment. Besides, you obviously don’t remember getting in a fight last night? It took both Bryan and I a lot to convince the cops to not arrest you.

Well, fuck off, Kelly said. Who died and made you my boyfriend? Or my dad? Or anything. She pouted a little bit. I left you, remember, for Bryan, here? She hiked her thumb at me.

And you left me for some douchebag with a video camera when we got to this motel.

Yeah, she said. You should have learned something from that. She tried to get around me, again.

I continued to block her way. I love you, Kelly. I’m not going to let you do this to yourself.

Her eyes widened. You love me? Ha! That’s a laugh. If you love me so much, what would you do if I did this? She turned, marched over to Gary, and flung her arms around his tight surfer’s body. She forced her lips against his. Gary did little to fight her off. Before he could close his arms around her, she let go of him and stepped away from him. He licked his lips, obviously savoring the kiss.

I wouldn’t do anything, I said.

Oh, Kelly said. So, you wouldn’t mind if I fucked him, right here, in front of you? Gary’s eyes lit up at the sound of this.

I sighed. You can do whatever you want, except leave this room by yourself, get drunk, and raise hell.

Oh? She inched towards me, and for a moment, she placed her hands against her my broad chest. So sweet of you to care, but… she tried to scramble around me, and she managed to get the motel room open by a few inches. Only, I locked my arms around her waist and I picked her up. She kicked and flailed her arms, but she couldn’t wriggle free. I set her down on the bed and returned to my post at the door, shutting and locking it.

This is kidnapping!

Gary sat on the bed next to her. I’m sorry, but Bryan and I think it’s for your own good. We had a long talk about this over a few beers last night. We decided to put our dislike for each other aside, if it meant keeping you out of trouble.

I give up. Kelly exhaled deeply. She reached down and slipped her pumps off. Then, she stood and shimmied out of her black miniskirt, revealing the black thong beneath. She pulled off her tight top and dropped it to the floor. Only her bra and thong remained, and she swiftly slid them off, too. This was not a striptease routine—there was nothing sensual about it. It all happened quickly, until she was as naked as her drunken online videos. She glanced at me and Gary.

Neither Gary nor I knew what to say or what she was doing. Honestly, when we had talked about this, we really didn’t plan it out this far. We just figured this: if we confronted her with the videos, she’d realize what she was doing and agree to stop. For