Virgin Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

Every thrust of his fingers made more wetness spill down my thighs. “Quiet,” he breathed against my mouth. “Unless you want the whole family to hear how easily their perfect little daughter-in-law comes on her brother-in-law’s hand.” I buried my face in his shoulder, biting down as he rubbed my clit faster, fingers pumping in and out of the soaked heat. The wet sounds grew louder. My legs started shaking. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Come for me like the filthy whore you are. Right here. With everyone two rooms away arguing over movie snacks.”

Outside of her fantasies, her daydreams, the stories she told herself when she came, this was new. But it felt old. It felt as if she’d always been on the bed with this man, always had his hands on her body, always had his whispered words working through her mind. He reached one hand under her and began to rub her clit as he fucked her. She made a low, keening sound under her breath, unable to stop herself. “Come when I tell you,” he said. Could she? Gina felt that she was right on the edge, teetering. What if he didn’t tell her fast enough? What if he didn’t say that she could and she came without permission? What if…

Harry’s breath audibly caught. “I mean,” Francine said, unzipping her jeans and shoving them down her legs, “why not fuck me?” Harry stared. His mouth opened, then closed. Color flushed his cheeks. “I… I can’t.” “Can’t?” Francine stepped closer, now naked except for her small socks. The cool bus air kissed her skin, but her core was blazing. “I’ve never… I’m still a virgin,” he whispered, the confession seeming to shame him.

I could feel every inch of him go in and out in seconds, he was so full inside me, I couldn’t breathe. And not because he was choking me, but because the sensation around was killing me. He drove in deeper and faster and I screamed out in pleasure and closed my eyes. “Look at me”, he demanded. “Look at me as I ruin you”, he said again. Then he smacked my ass hard making me start begging. I don’t even know what I was begging for but the feeling around was too good i just had to start begging. “Fuck Youre so sweet Ava, damn Youre so fight”

I begged, terrified at the thought of losing my virginity to such a well-endowed man. He didn’t answer. He just kept walking, his cock growing ever closer to my virgin body. In a few steps, he reached the desk. Reaching out, he grabbed my waist and, with surprising strength, pulled me toward him. My legs fell over the edge of the desk. The boss pried them apart slowly, revealing the clean-shaven pussy that lay between. Terror deformed my traits as I watched the man bring the tip of his cock to the mouth of my slit. I thought of making a run for it, but I knew the twins would grab me before I could take two steps. The only way out of this was to let this repulsive man take my virginity and ho

“Be quiet.” He lifted me onto the edge of the counter, spread my legs, and thrust in deep in one stroke. I bit his shoulder to muffle my moan. He fucked me hard and fast deep, punishing strokes that made the cake samples rattle. The risk was insane. Victoria could walk back any second. “Come,” he ordered, thumb finding my clit. “Now.” I shattered around him, clenching hard as pleasure ripped through me. He followed with a muffled groan, filling me again, hot and deep.

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

I scrolled through the comments of my story, the first one read, "This story is super insane, it's hot and a bit funny, am really enjoying it." My face beamed up with joy after reading it, it feels so great when your efforts are appreciated I browsed through all my comments, they were all very positive and encouraging, until I looked at the last comment, that's when my smile faded away. “The story seems to be over idealized like the author has never had great sex or something,” one reader wrote. "Alas." I took a deep, dejected breath. The truth was indeed cruel. Today I turned eighteen, and I was still a virgin. Who would have thought that a writer of erotic novels would actually be a virgin

“Fuck Andre!” The red haired girl screamed out in ecstasy as another wave of pleasure surged through her causing her fifth orgasm to explode for that night. They were on a snooker table at the balcony of his bedroom. He had placed a call to one of his whores and she came running like all of them. Women, he always had them whenever he needed them. The entire city is flooded with different species waiting to be fed by his cock. They’re all useless and the only thing they’re built for is wild orgasm and he just happen to be the right guy to give it to them.

I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread. As I adjusted my black mask, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. The dim lighting cast an eerie glow across the room, revealing various stations of depravity: whipping posts, spanking benches, and an array of torture devices that would make even the most hardened masochist shudder.