First Time Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

His fingers came away shiny with her arousal. Zara unzipped his pants and reached inside. She wrapped her hand around his thick cock for the first time, skin to skin. He was hot and heavy in her grip, the shaft veined and the head already leaking precum. She stroked him slowly from base to tip, spreading the slickness over the head with her thumb. Declan groaned quietly against her neck. “Fuck, Zara… your hand feels good.” She kept stroking him with slow, firm pulls while his fingers continued teasing her pussy lips. He circled her swollen clit lightly but never pushed inside, keeping her right on the edge.

Her back arched, breasts heaving, nipples hard peaks. “SHIT!” She cried out when he added a third finger, stretching her, scissoring while he sucked her clit like it was the only thing that mattered. In Jayden’s mind, it was Sebastian’s cock stretching him instead. The way that thick veined shaft had ruined his ass, the degrading words, the brutal slaps. His own cock throbbed painfully against the mattress as he devoured his wife’s cunt, grinding his hips down for friction. His wife came hard the first time, screaming his name, pussy spasming around his fingers, flooding his tongue with sweet release. He didn’t stop. He licked her through it, gentler then fiercer again, until she was shaking

Story 9: Sex With Mr Handsome Stranger 3 ~DELL~ I was very surprised to hear from him that he’s a virgin. When he talked about his break-up, I had thought he was talking about a male but it seems I'm wrong. But, this also pleased me knowing this is his first time and I’ll be the first man to have this innocent and cute young man. I licked my lips as I watched him wiggle under me while I played with his dick.

“Are you…? Abby… are you a virgin?” I bit my lip, nodding, tears pricking my eyes from the burn but also from how full I felt. Shawn's cock is inside of me. How perfect! How heavenly! “Yes,” I whispered. “And I want it to be you. Only you.” He looked wrecked. Pupils blown. Breathing ragged. “Abby, we should stop. I can’t… be your first… and your first time shouldn’t be on a fucking office chair…”

“Wedding gift from the groomsmen. Figured it might come in handy.” “Planned this, did you?” I tried to joke, but my voice cracked. “Dreamed about it,” he corrected, he squirted some lube against his fingers.then settled between my spread thighs, leaning down to kiss me properly for the first time. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry,teeth and tongue, months or years of pentup frustration pouring out. I kissed him back just as desperately, hands roaming over his back.

AGNARR. I unzip my own pants and pull out my cock. “This will be a story we’ll remember years from now.” She whispers in my ear, “That our first time was in an alley in a small town on the borders of Clair De Lune.” A soft wind blows, and I hug her tighter, feeling drunk with the haze of how this feels. Kissing her neck, I rub my cock against her clit making her moan. In a world where there are no risks or expectations, this would be perfect.

Her entire body flushed pink, and her nipples stood erect like tiny stones. Eric couldn't resist them. He playfully bit and licked her breasts, then moved to her sex, eagerly exploring every inch. As she struggled, blushed, and moaned beneath him, he slowly penetrated her, inch by inch. Once again, she willingly opened her legs, providing the perfect pathway for him. Her breasts were rosy with excitement. With each thrust, he felt her shudder, embracing the pleasure. When she cried out in ecstasy, he lost whatever control he had left, disregarding his promise to take it slow, especially since it was her first time.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

Jeremy could take a few leaves from his book. Even remembering those hours spent in Tony Stroud’s apartment when, as an unhappy, rebellious teenager she had discovered what sex really meant, made her loins ache and her clitoris puise. Maybe it, too, remembered its awakening, she thought. The first time it had blossomed and bloomed, rising hard and proud at her teacher’s expert caressing. His long fingers, his skilful tongue, her nub sucked and fondled until it reached such a frantic explosion that she had fainted with the shock and pleasure of it, then begged him to do it again — and he had. She recalled achieving nine orgasms during that night with him, a record she had not yet beaten.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.