First Time Erotica Novels & Stories

Erika hated how the best sex of her life would only happen to her once and was from her biggest enemy. She bit her lip as her legs invited him in and let him have his way. He locked her hands behind her and turned her around to hit it from the back. He had his ways with her and his stamina never faltered which only made her wonder if it was the alcohol or him in general. He switched positions and she did the same. She was on top, riding him and watching his face contort with pleasure and a red flush across his cheeks. She loved it, she loved driving him to this point. And finally, when she felt like he was moving faster, he came for the first time even if she had done it a few times in that

He followed seconds later, groaning as he pulled out and came across my thigh. I slid down the wall, panting, legs jelly. The second man knelt, offered himself gently. I shook my head—no more tonight—but the invitation hung there. People murmured approval. Someone clapped softly. I pulled my jeans up with trembling hands, mask still hiding my flushed face. My body hummed, sore and satisfied and terrified all at once. This was my first time. And God help me, it felt so fucking good.

There were a handful of explicit, step-by-step instructions that lingered vividly in Gloria's mind from one particularly scorching erotica novel she'd secretly binge-read on her phone during those long, lonely nights: Never let your teeth graze the sensitive skin—use soft lips and tongue only. Don't force the entire length down your throat right away, especially not on your debut attempt; build up gradually to avoid gagging. And if he's overwhelmingly girthy, wrap your hands around the base shaft for leverage, stroking firmly while you gently massage and fondle the balls to heighten his pleasure. It all sounded deceptively straightforward when confined to the pages of fiction, a tantalizing

he asked, his voice a low, filthy rasp. "I mean having sex with my ex-boyfriend's father." "Good," he growled, his hand sliding under the lace. He didn't ask; he just shifted my underwear to the side until my pussy was completely bare, glistening, and pulsing in the cool office air. “There’s a first time for everything.”

Soon, I came with a scream, my cream filling his mouth, my body shaking, my back arching off the mattress. He crawled up my body, his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and insistent, but he didn't push in. Instead, he reached into his nightstand, pulling out a vibrator, black, with a curved tip designed for maximum stimulation. The sight of it made my pussy clench with anticipation. "Ever been fucked by two things at once?" he asked, his voice dark. "No." “Today will be your first.” He pressed the vibrator against my clit, turning it on low,

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

My pussy had gotten soaking wet and I could feel the slick juice all over my fingers as I rubbed myself harder and faster. As my arousal reached an indescribable peak nothing seemed to exist except the amazing sensations between my legs. Finally a huge electric thrill engulfed my entire body and I let out a loud moan of pleasure as I climaxed for the first time in my life. I was bathed in sheer ecstasy and kept coming again and again and again until I finally stopped from sheer exhaustion. I spent the next few days scared to death that the steely-eyed nuns, in their old-fashioned black habits, would know what I had done just by looking at me. But nothing seemed to change and, needless to say