Extra Virginity Book Novels & Stories

"I can't take it." She whimpered. But the man didn't stop. The dick felt so big and tight. She hadn't had sex in years and she couldn't believe she was about to have sex again. He kept pushing in, deeper and deeper. "I'm a virgin." She shouted, her eyes shut tight. "What?" The man fucking her grunted. "You can't possibly be a virgin." The other man added and began pinching her nipples. Ava wanted to protest but the only sounds that came out of her were moans and groans.

Eva opened her eyes, the current she felt in her body at that moment was not normal at all, it had been years since a man had touched her, the same man who was trying to steal her orgasm with his tongue. She felt her flower throbbing hard and her breathing agitated; she longed to feel his long tongue plunge into her little slit. But Demetrius seemed to be enjoying her slowly; something that seemed like torture to poor Eva, who had lost her virginity at twenty-five, and not only that, it had been a little over four years since she had felt the pleasure of being a woman. "Please!" she whispered. Demetrius smiled and stuck his tongue inside her little flower, dripping with delicious nectar.

My pussy kept clenching and unclenching on nothing, my swollen clit throbbing so hard it almost hurt. I hated that Uncle Max had interrupted us downstairs, but part of me was also relieved. How was I supposed to tell Daddy this was my first time? After all the teasing I had done for months, it would sound so silly. I had been acting so bold, so experienced. What if he changed his mind when he found out I was still… a virgin? I opened my eyes and gripped the edge of my dresser. The laptop screen glowed in front of me… the erotica book I had been secretly writing stared back.

I knew her too well — the more annoyed I got, the more she’d push. “Maya, babe, you seriously need to live a little,” she continued. “Look at you. You’re twenty-seven, drop-dead gorgeous with a body that could make men beg… and you’re still a virgin? You’re letting that tight little pussy go to waste, girl. I’m telling you, those fictional men in your spicy books can’t eat you out, finger you, or fuck you the way a real guy can.” My face burned crimson. “What the hell are you talking about?!”

Even though I knew it would be safer to end things now, I wanted to clutch onto any more time I could squeeze out of my relationship with Devin before he slipped out of my grasp. I had known that he would eventually leave me over my sexual limitations, but I hadn't anticipated that it would be this soon. I wasn't ready! It took me a bit to realize that he wasn't getting up. He seemed to be retrieving something from under the bed. When he returned to my side, he handed me a book. This was so far from what I had been expecting that I just fluttered my eyelashes in confusion. Devin pointed out the title, and once I was calm enough to actually comprehend what it said, I burst into giggles. The b

Tears pricked my eyes, and I fell back onto my bed, covering myself with the sheets while he opened the door and left. Outside, a loud firecracker exploded in the sky, spelling out the year "2025." Fat, hot tears ran down my cheeks. And that was it - I lost my virginity to Gavin Hawkins, and he broke my heart in the same night. Author's Note: I want to emphasize that this is a work of fiction. I would never support or encourage anyone to compromise their values or give up something precious, like their virginity, over a debt or any other external pressure.

"I mean, I'll bend you over my desk and spank that cute little ass of yours until it's red and raw. And then I'll fuck you so hard, you'll forget all about your precious religion." Cindy whimpered, her body betraying her as her pussy grew wet. "Please, sir... I've never done anything like this before..." Markus chuckled darkly. "Oh, I know, Cindy. That's what makes it so exciting. The fact that you're a virgin, pure and untouched. And I'm going to take that purity and corrupt it in the most delicious ways." He shoved her back against the desk, knocking her Bible to the floor. Cindy gasped as he ripped open her shirt, buttons flying everywhere, exposing her large, heaving breasts encased in a

“Hey everyone, i hope this message finds you well because this might be the the last time i would send a message here and i would prefer if no one calls me after this. I am totally fine. I just need some space. You guys know that virginity is one of the most crucial things i hold dear to myself and i always wanted to do it with my husband. I got disvirgined that night and i felt like a huge part of me left. I felt like i lost my virginity. Which feels totally awful, i am fine, i still love you guys but i would prefer to be left alone for some time to digest the whole situation. To clear the air, i am not angry or sad or feeling any form of negative emotions, i just need some time alone to re

The kind of virgin that would probably blush if someone said the word thrust too loudly. But still… I wasn’t a child. I was twenty. An adult. And in this generation, you didn’t need experience to know things. You opened your phone, tapped the wrong, or right site, and suddenly you knew enough to make your soul leave your body out of curiosity. It wasn’t like I went looking for it all the time. But it was there. And Damien Rivera was exactly the kind of man your imagination would go feral over without permission. The kind of man who looked like he’d take you to every part of his muscular body in every corner of a bedroom and still have you losing your mind before you even processed what was h

Kept pounding through her orgasm, making her ride it longer, harder, until she was whimpering, oversensitive, begging. “Ethan—please—come in me. . .” That pushed me over. I buried deep and let go thick, hot ropes filling her, pulsing over and over until I was empty. Ava moaned again, feeling it, pushing back to take every drop. I stayed inside her a moment, both of us breathing hard, sweat-slick. Then pulled out slow, watching my cum leak from her swollen pussy, running down her thighs in thick streams. Ava turned over, sat up on shaky legs, and pulled me down into a slow, filthy kiss.