First Time Erotica Novels & Stories

I looked like a girl who didn't know anything, but my hand was already moving. I slid my hand under the waistband of my cotton panties. My fingers were trembling as they found the slick, swollen heat of my center. I let out a broken sob-moan, my head falling back as I touched myself for the very first time. I didn't think of the boys at school. I didn't think of the faceless men in the romance novels I secretly harbored. I thought of the man in the room across from mine. I thought of my stepfather.

Her nipples hardened from the friction. "You're getting better," Isolde praised. She thrust harder. The strap-on slammed in and out with steady rhythm. Seraphina moaned louder. Pleasure built fast between her legs. Isolde reached around and rubbed her clit with firm fingers. The circles were quick and perfect. Seraphina shook. Her pussy clenched tight around the toy. She squirted for the first time. Clear fluid sprayed onto the floor and down her thighs. The release left her gasping. Shock mixed with intense pleasure. Her legs trembled hard.

When he settled between my thighs and tasted me, slow and deliberate at first, I cried out, my hands gripping his hair. Every movement sent sparks through me, building faster and faster until I was writhing, begging without words. When I came, it hit me hard—my back arching, a broken sound tearing from my throat as pleasure crashed through me. He stayed with me, gentle now, until my body went loose and trembling. I watched him as he stripped, my body still humming, my mind hazy. He reached for a condom, rolling it on, and something about that—how careful he still was—made my chest tighten.

It was time. Erika lay flat on her back and spread her nylon legs wide. Three of her garters had popped loose and that was somehow awesomely sexy. Her dripping pussy was framed by the welts of her nylons. It throbbed and pulsed in anticipation of what it was about to receive. My cock twitched. Erika was to be only the second woman I've ever had vaginal sex with. My first, Anna, was kissing the air towards me, whispering "Like I told you. A babbling, drooling fool."

Bracing herself, she placed her hands on Chris’s shoulders and began riding him. “Fuck!” Chris threw his head onto the backseat as ripples of pleasure flowed through him. It was his first time and he was having a hard time controlling himself, he could feel himself coming soon but he had to hold himself back so as not to embarrass himself. Never had he thought that it was that sweet. The way Rita was bouncing on his hard shaft as she moaned loudly made him delirious. Her walls were wrapped tightly around him, squeezing the life out of him.

What if I end up doing something weird that makes him change his mind about having sex with me? "You're so beautiful that I don't know where to start," Brandon murmurs against my neck before kissing it. "Should I worship your breasts or your pussy?" A little moan escapes me at the thought of being worshipped, and Brandon's hand immediately travels to the heat shooting between my legs. His rough fingertips feel like heaven against my untouched clit, and when he carefully rubs, I close my eyes in pure ecstasy. This is my first time being touched by a man, and I love it. Fireworks are fizzing in the pit of my stomach and waiting to explode.

The obscene position made me feel like nothing but a piece of fuckmeat, and God…, I loved it. Jax stepped forward first, his monstrous cock already out and throbbing. The fat, veined head glistened with pre-cum. “Been thinking about breeding this little office whore all day,” he growled, voice deep and primal. “Gonna pump you so full it takes.” They started the train. Rafe went first. He slapped my ass hard, leaving a bright red handprint, then slammed his thick cock into my soaked pussy in one brutal thrust. I cried out, the sudden stretch making my eyes roll back.

They were so raw, so uninhibited. “Please,” he begged, his voice cracking. “Just once. I’ll do anything. I’ll go on my knees for you, Olandria. Anything.” I hadn't been touched like this in over a year. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming, lit on fire by the friction of his body against mine. “What about Eva?” I asked, the last shred of my conscience putting up a fight.

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

I started to panic. Did I mistake the look in his eyes for pleasure? Was his body in it, and his mind wasn't? Oh, God! I hope not. I really hope not. Because I don't think I could ever forgive myself if my first time turns out to be rape. Except I wasn't the rapee, I was the rapist. Oh God.