Virgin Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I Let The Nice Doctor Touch My Virgin Pussy For The First Time Chapter 1 I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. My hands shake as I sit on the crinkly white paper covering the exam table. Twenty-four, still a virgin in every way that matters, and I’ve never had an orgasm. Not once. The frustration has been building for years. Many lonely nights touching myself until I’m sore and crying because nothing ever pushes me over the edge. So when I saw Dr. Kane’s clinic advertised “Sexual Repression Therapy,” I booked the appointment the same day.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

The next few days were a blur of secret, risky encounters. One afternoon, while Ethan was in the shower, Victor cornered her in the laundry room. He bent her over the washing machine and fucked her hard and fast, one hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Lila came twice before he filled her and left her there, cum dripping down her legs. Another night, Ethan fell asleep on the couch watching TV. Victor pulled Lila into the guest room and fucked her slowly and deeply on the bed, making her look at him the entire time.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

I didn’t want to. His bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly I was on his bed, beneath him, hair fanned out across the pillows. He paused, forehead resting against mine. “I need to ask you something,” he whispered. “Okay.” “Are you sure?” I looked up at him. “I’m a virgin,” I said. “But I’m not afraid of you.” His hands shook slightly as he touched my cheek. “You don’t have to prove anything.” “I’m not trying to,” I whispered. “I just… want you. Not because of the contract. Not because of the baby. Just you.”

"You know, I was advised to seek out 'SEX' as a way out of my sadness. And it was really you whom I wanted to seek it out with." Lexie said with a mischievous smile. "You sound so wild." Ram said, shaking his head. Lexie laughed. "Hah, oh yeah? You'll see. I might be so wild that one night won't be enough for you." Lexie said seductively. "Hm, is that so?" Ram said playfully. Lexie just grinned. 'Geez, what would this man do if he ever found out that I was a virgin and didn't even have a clue about anything I just said?'

His mouth explored the hidden recesses of her body while she tugged at his clothes. Definitely, it was the vodka that made her land up half-naked on his sofa and enjoy the first and best s*x of her life. The pain was excruciating, and he froze, not having expected her to be a virgin. Obviously, who had a boyfriend of two years and yet refrained from se*ual intercourse? Only Brynne Emerson did. Who else?

As long as forever… End of A Virgin for the CEO If you loved this story, please hold on to the next book in Eric and Yna's life together as man and wife in: The CEO’s Juvenile Wife... incoming!

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