First Time Erotica Novels & Stories

Some times, I couldn't believe that I'd really transformed a naive virgin like her, into a freak. Emily was my first and greatest work of erotic art, and I couldn't wait to teach her even more in the future. Heck, even the thought of it was enough to make my cock strain harder in my briefs. Without a word, Emily loosened her dress and I sat with bated breath, as I stared at her gorgeous body like it was my first time seeing it. Her nipples were pink and hard, her boobs full and eager to be scooped and fondled, and her crotch sparse of hair, hiding her flowery core of wetness.

“Well, реrhарѕ.” “Thеѕе fіrѕt experiences are раіnfullу еmbаrrаѕѕіng. Thеу’rе fіndіng their way to a whоlе new lеvеl оf intimacy wіth the орроѕіtе ѕеx. With that соmеѕ a nаturаl desire to соnсеаl аnу events they consider сlumѕу.”

I needed him to erupt inside me so that I would have the privilege of maybe giving him the best orgasm of his life on top of the fact that I would be the first woman to have his seed in my pussy. He bucked and thrust into my sex with crazed abandon almost as if he had never fucked before and never would again. My thrusting met his, both of us desperate for him to obey his instinct and fertilize me. We crashed into one another, each of us pleading out loud to the fuck gods for desperate release. “Mom, I think I am gonna… I think…” he began. “Good boy just let it happen…just let it happen” I encouraged from above. His face was tightening and his eyes were sealed shut.

My clit throbbed under the lightest graze. Nick shifted beneath me, spreading his thighs wider so I was fully open to Marcus’s hand. “Let him play, baby,” he whispered, voice dark and coaxing. “Let us make you squirt for us. One more time before you go home. Give us everything.” The word *squirt* sent a fresh rush of heat through me. I’d only done it once before,alone, with a toy and it had scared me how intense it felt. But with them? I wanted it. I wanted to lose control completely.

First Guy is doing the whipping this time, and he must have gone all out because the pain makes tears prickle my eyes. “Tap out is your safe word,” he says, squeezing my chin in his hand and tilting it up. “Once you say that, all this stops, and you tell us everything.” As he speaks, the pain fades as heat rushes back with the same intensity. Moisture starts to gather between my legs. My confidence falters, and for the first time, I’m unsure of myself. He smiles at my inner turmoil as Thirst Trap trails a finger up my bare thighs. “Do you want to tap out now?” the First Guy asks, leaning down to nibble on my slightly parted lips.

he said. I closed my eyes. "I want to be touched. I want a finger... on my pussy. Slow. Teasing. Until I ache." He didn't say anything right away. "How exactly do you want to be touched?" I breathed in, slow. "Soft at first. Then harder. Pressing right there... making me wet, trembling. I want to beg. I want to lose control." My chest rose and fell quickly. Then I felt it — his hand unexpectedly on mine, through the screen. Warm. Solid. Real. My breathing hitched but I didn't pull away.

I let out a loud groan -- a mix of pleasurable relief and anguish. It occurred to me that Estera was still a virgin and this was her first time and I had roughly taken her. But I was completely overwhelmed with all the emotions she exhumed in me to have the strength to contain my actions. I held her by the wrist with one hand, making her raise her hands over her head. I pressed them hard on the soft mattress, and used the other hand to frame her hips and plundered her. Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned my name through parted lips, wrapping and tightening her legs around me, and arching her back so I could fill her to the hilt.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

The warm embrace of her pussy caressed my probing cock sending endless pleasure through her and me. When we lost our virginities a year back, I would always cum first, it was embarrassing but I had come a long way since then. It was not uncommon for me to outlast her, spawning multiple orgasms but there was no way I would be accomplishing that at the rate I was plowing her. So, I cheated.

She whimpered, her voice shaking and it didn’t take long for my little virgin toy’s legs to start to tremble as she built towards the second orgasm in her life. “My pussy— it’s—- I can’t—” She cried and in a little moment, she went over the edge, panting and rubbing herself over my face while I drank up every juice that she squirted my way. Waiting for a moment, I let her excitement subside a little before clamping my mouth again over her engorged button and drew the sensitive flesh hard into my mouth. “No!” Margot gasped in horror, “I can’t go again…. This is…. It’s too much! I can—”