Virgin Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

” “I do not have a condom with me and even if I did,I don’t want to use one on you.I want to feel you…all of you.So when we get to Venice,you’re going to get on the pills.” I nodded.”I…I heard skin-to-skin is sweeter.” Seeing him smiling at me,I grew shy for voicing that out. “Where did you hear it from?” I got off his lap and sat back on my seat. “C’mon,little dove…tell me..”He urged,poking my ribs while I covered my face with my hands,laughing. “No.” “Tell it to me,huh.” “Fi…fine.I may be a virgin but I’m not clueless.I…I read erotic books and I’ve watched…”I paused,my cheeks burning.

She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy. Monica straddled my face once more, lowering her pussy to my mouth. "Make me come," she ordered. I licked and sucked desperately, my own pleasure building under the relentless vibrator. Tasha pushed three fingers back inside me, fucking hard and fast. The plug twisted with every thrust. My moans vibrated against Monica's clit.

Victor screamed, his back arching off the bed as he came for the second time, his essence hitting my tongue. "You’re too easy to break," I whispered, watching the aftershocks tremble through his frame. "What about you?" He gestured weakly to my still-aching hardness. "Sleep," I commanded, tucking the furs around him. I didn't sleep. I watched the city lights of Vegas bleed through the glass until the sun began to grey the horizon. Victor eventually rolled over in his sleep, his heat pressing against my side, his scent filling my lungs. My hand drifted to his chest, my thumb grazing a nipple. The response was instant; he shifted, rubbing his backside against my groin.

It was a wild mess of muscle and skin. Ava was being fucked from every side. She was never empty. There was always a giant cock inside her, stretching her and filling her. She felt the different shapes—the width of Bane, the length of Mako, the heat of Tane. The erotica was loud. The men were shouting and groaning. The sound of their bodies hitting was like a drum. Slap. Slap. Slap. Ava was lost in the pleasure. Her brain was gone. She was only a body, a Goddess being used to save the world.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

One of them even slid a hand between my thighs from behind. “Fuck, she’s drenched,” Eric growled. “Virgin pussy and she’s already making a puddle on the ground. Smell her, brothers. Sweetest little omega cunt I’ve ever scented.” Fingers too many to count spread my pussy lips wide. “Look at that pretty pink virgin hole,” Joseph murmured, voice thick. “Gonna look so fucking good stretched around our cocks.” Ronan dropped to his knees in front of me and dragged his tongue up the inside of my thigh, licking up my slick like it was honey.

I moved to the other breast, licking and biting the sensitive flesh, tasting her skin, while my hand slid down to explore her heat. When my fingers touched her pussy, she jumped, a small scream escaping her lips. She was drenched, her walls pulsing against my touch. I slid two fingers deep inside her, feeling how tight she was compared to my wife. She was a virgin to this kind of intensity, and the way she clamped down on my fingers told me she was desperate for more. "I want it," she sobbed, her eyes clouded with lust. "Please, Edwin, put it in me. Now!"

“Oh yes. Dripping like a little whore in training.” I whimper, trying to close my legs, but she pushes one thigh between mine, spreading me. Two fingers rub my clit in slow circles. The sensation is overwhelming. I’ve only ever touched myself a few times, shyly, never like this. “Mrs. Harper… please stop… I’m a virgin. I’ve never—” “Exactly why you need this, baby.” She pushes one finger inside me. The stretch is strange, invasive. I clench hard around it, gasping. “Such a tight virgin cunt. Feel how wet you are for me?”

But it was a hot story. Kristen threw herself on the bed and rubbed at her pussy. She trembled through it, picturing new tales. Maybe something in the library. She could write another story about the naughty free-use librarian. And maybe with... Yes, yes, that's perfect. Kristen climaxes knowing she has to bring her diary to her college on Monday. She has one hot erotic story to pen. >>>>>>>>> Caught by the Nubile Virgin This new story had sparked Kristen's imagination.