Virginity Sex Stories Novelas e Histórias

“We are. But is that what you want?” It wasn’t what she wanted. What woman would want her husband to be having sex with someone that wasn’t her? She knew that the more she made him wait the longer he would want to be with other women. And he was right, she wanted him so bad and he was her husband, there was nothing wrong with it. She had just heard many stories about how other girls’ experiences when they lost their virginities. They said it was painful and she didn’t want to feel the pain and see the blood. But she couldn’t put it off any longer. It was bound to happen so why not let it happen now.

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…

Finishing her rant, Gracie huffs heavily while Sira goggles her eyes at her in shock. "Great!" That's all she said. "I mean, love doesn't really take that much time to happen so..." Before Sira could finish her sentence, Gracie frowns and interrupts. "But how am I still a virgin!" She whines again as the agenda comes back to her idiotic insecure head. "Okay, let me get this straight! You are having orgasms by orgasms but haven't experienced that traditional sex right?” Sira asks,making Gracie nod in agreement.

Slowly, with her limbs trembling as though she carried a mountain on her shoulders, she dragged herself toward the bed. She sank onto the edge, curling into herself like a wounded bird too frail to spread its wings. The mattress dipped beneath her, yet even its softness could not cradle her pain. Her tears spilled in quiet streams, warm against her cold cheeks, soaking into the sheets as her hands clutched them tight. She held on as if gripping fabric could steady the storm crashing inside her chest. Every word Damian had spoken replayed in her mind, merciless and sharp. “Virginity can be faked”.

“No games. No pretty words. Be honest. Tell me what you really want.” I took a shaky breath, my heart racing so fast I thought it might explode. This was the moment. I had to say it out loud. “I want you to take my V-card, Aaron,” I whispered, my voice trembling but clear. “I want you to fuck me. I want to lose my virginity to you tonight. And I want you to make it so good that the whole school hears about it by Monday.” Aaron’s eyes darkened with raw lust. He leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear as he whispered back, his breath hot against my skin.

With one heavy, unrelenting thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Victor screamed. It wasn't a sound of pleasure. It was the sound of something breaking. He stiffened, his fingers clawing at the wallpaper as a sharp, tearing pain radiated through his lower half. "What the fuck?" Mateo stopped, his muscles locking as he felt the resistance, the sudden warmth of blood slicking his thighs. He pulled back just enough to see. Victor was gasping, his face pale, eyes blown wide with shock. "You're... you're a virgin?" Mateo’s voice was barely a whisper, thick with a mix of horror and something much darker.

It was why Mom always told Celine and me, since we were kids, that we could date, but we had to protect our virtue before marriage. "Marriage is like a second chance at life," Mom would say earnestly. "Men would always claim that they don't mind, but in reality, every single one of them wants to marry a blushing virgin. It's why the two of you have to protect your virtue. Don't blame me for disowning you if you don't." I tried to convince Celine to come clean to Mom while we were on our way home from Jeffrey's house. I hadn't expected her to tell me that she was still a virgin because she slept with Jeffrey in a non-traditional way.

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!"

Rebecca lay panting there, legs still spread obscenely, scooping some of his cum from her pussy and licking it off her fingers while staring at him. “I’m so fucked,” she whispered, but her voice was filled with satisfaction. “Come back tomorrow afternoon, Elias, my husband doesn’t get home until Friday. I want you to use every single hole next time. Teach this horny MILF what a real man can do.” Elias pulled his pants up, legs shaky, and mind reeling. He’d just lost his virginity in the hottest, nastiest way possible. As he walked back across the yard to his own house, cum still drying on his length, all he'd think was how long till there next fuck.

“I’m so fucking wet right now just standing here. Aching for you.” His breathing grew heavier. “You have a boyfriend, Lily. And I’m your father’s best friend. This is fucked up.” “I’ve never let him fuck me,” I confessed, staring straight into his eyes. “This tight little virgin pussy has always been waiting for you. I touch myself thinking about you every night. I even sent you a picture last night… me on my bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried deep in my dripping cunt, moaning your name. Did you look at it, Daddy?”