Rose Does College
Copyright© 2026 by Mr Anton Pipe
Chapter 22: Living
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22: Living - Molly's daughter Rose is eighteen and off to college in the big city. There will be new friends and lovers. Tears, joy, intrigue, parties, danger and lots and lots of sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual NonConsensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Post Apocalypse Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Uncle Aunt Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Food Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Foot Fetish
“I would like you to make love to me by washing me, dressing me and taking me shopping,”
Rose said, when they were alone.
“I would like to make love to you by washing you, dressing you, taking you shopping, feeding you lunch and slowing down your polymer research so that I have a chance to keep up with you in materials science.”
“Can you grope me relentlessly and treat me like a slut while you’re doing all that?”
“Oh I don’t know. I might need help with that.”
“It’s alright you can recruit someone. As long as he’s cute and has great hands like yours.”
“He might want to fuck you as payment.”
“That’s a nice idea. You can watch and hold my hand.”
They kissed and bantered their way to the bathroom to join Ross and Lynn in the shower.
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Shopping with Rose was an education and a delight. Apart from the impossibility of paying for anything because she seemed to have an account everywhere they went, she knew where the bargains were as well as the quality. By eleven he had a pack of three T shirts for little more than the normal price of one. Rose had a new tube top and some ultra shiny little earrings. She’d spotted them because they were the same dark, off gold, tone as her tab bangle. Until the light caught them and turned them into tiny stars.
“If Jack and Lisa decide to get married I could wear these to the wedding.”
They were in a high end menswear department now with changing rooms. Alex was appreciating the sparkly earrings and shutting the changing room curtain. His old blue pants were already around his ankles and his cock was in Rose’s mouth.
“This way there’s much less chance of staining the new ones,”
she’d explained. That was clearly also the reason why she got her tits out shortly afterwards and didn’t use her thirty second cum technique. Rose took her time, swallowing him repeatedly, licking his shaft and noisily lip-sucking the head while he stroked her hair around her new stars and ran a light finger down her working jaw line.
No one in the stalls on either side would have been in any doubt what was happening, even if Rose hadn’t said,
“Yes darling, cum for me.”
Loudly enough to be heard, just before she sucked him back in and swallowed his load. She stood looking pleased, her tits still out of her top.
Alex knew what she wanted though. He put a finger in her hot mouth and swept under her tongue for that small dollop of cum she was holding on to. Then he carefully wiped her lovely cheek bones with it on either side. Two little shiny highlights. She somehow managed to get his new pants on without breaking the kiss that followed. Tucking and zipping and checking the fit.
“They look fab,”
Rose said, breaking the kiss.
“Right now they feel like I am wearing you.”
“Exactly right then. We should head back to the market near campus. It’ll be less work to carry the food home from there.”
“Good plan. The number fourteen bus should do it.”
Riding the number fourteen, which ran all the way to Chareen, in a standing press of bodies, getting relentlessly molested, was nostalgic and exciting all at once. It wasn’t the first time she’d had a hand between her legs on the number fourteen, sitting or standing, just the first time it was Alex’s lovely long fingers.
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