Virginity Taken Collection

By Sophie Sin

Four erotic stories from Sophie Sin. Included are the stories of a young Brit virgin's visit with a kinky Saudi Arabian family, the story of a modest young university student and his love affair with his curvy sex obsessed professor, how one woman sold her anal virginity to an attractive rich couple in Spain, and a sex starved co-ed whose virgin hunk boyfriend is resistant to a fault. There is something for everyone within!

The 'Virginity Taken Collection' contains:

# Virginity Lost Lovingly (Couples)
The tale of an Irish sex addict and her chaste boyfriend who doesn't believe in sex before marriage. I would have done anything to be with him instead of this. Drugs, a hot lesbian and a secret night out on the town: So much to regret in only one evening. Adding to my misery, my best friend catches me and supplies an ultimatum: Fix my relationship or reveal all. I must risk it all to save it all.

# Virginity Lost In Dubai (Wild Affairs)
The story of a young sexy Brit and her first time with a handsome Arab business man who is also a virgin. Meeting Baz in London was an experience. His good looks, eloquent speech and the fact that he's a virgin like me left me wet and wanting. With the help of his father and his four wives and a trip to Dubai that is nothing less than eye opening, I will have my man. Their virginity lost in Dubai.

# Virginity Taken By Professor (MILF)
A horny professor in love with the act of taking virginity discovers the ultimate virgin and does what she does best. Professor Williams is the type of woman that knows how to arouse young virgin men and does so often; Carl Fox is a 21 year old virgin who has only been kissed. Trained, taught and virginity taken: The story of a young man guided to true adulthood by his horny older MILF teacher.

# Anal Virginity Sold (Kinky Couple)
A kinky Euro couple offer a gorgeous American assistance in exchange for her anal virginity. Marco and Elisa are an odd couple. First, they are extraordinarily attractive: She is a goddess that makes me feel gay; he is a masculine hunk that has me soaked downstairs. Second, they only do anal: Only up the rear; no pussy needed. My first time is going to be with the hottest couple I have ever met!

All participants over 18 years old and consent.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Apr 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463726518

Sophie Sin

Sophie Sin writes heterosexual erotica. She also occasionally writes gay erotic fiction under the pen name Dick Powers.

Book preview

VIRGINITY LOST LOVINGLY

A VERY HORNY WOMAN

Thirst. I am so thirsty.

My eyes run over Conor O'Brien as he charges down the field in black shorts that show off his powerful thighs and strong ass and brings home the ball for our team’s win for the third time this month.

The man throws up his arms and his fellow rugby players lift him up on their shoulders and bounce him around as the other team stands weary and outplayed nearby.

Conor! I shout.

He throws up a hand and waves to me in the bleachers of our university’s rugby field. I wave back and blow him a kiss.

Your boyfriend is incredible, Anna, my best friend Ciara says as she too cheers at the team’s victory.

I grin at her. We clap and shout praise as the team puts Conor down. An old song sung often when a soccer or rugby team scores a telling victory starts and we join in with our cans of beer high and all of our voices in unison. This is why I love my country. Ireland is the best place in the world for sports. The ferocity with which we support our teams is a big part of why I enjoy games like this.

Coming down the side of the bleachers with Ciara in tow, I pass onto the field as the team streaks by.

Hey, Anna! a few call as they pass me by. I wave and wait. Conor jogs up and I throw my arms around his neck.

It was an incredible game, I tell him.

My neck tilts and I try for a kiss, but he chastely slides his head to the side and avoids my lips.

Thanks, babe, he says. I grit my teeth and smile as he takes my can of beer and takes a little sip.

This isn’t light beer? he asks.

I shrug and take the can back from him.

It’s a special event.

His hand strays to my lower back and a warm heat that I have come to associate with desire slowly spreads up my spine and down towards my buttocks. The feeling of his muscular body against me before has me struggling in a sea of desire that I regularly have to force myself out of lest I end up drowning in it.

Liam and Ciara stroll up beside us. He’s got his arm around her back and I see him squeeze her buttocks firmly. Her lipstick is a little messy and I know they must have made out on the field before joining us. The jealously that I feel because my friend has a boyfriend who is not a diehard Catholic virgin is sometimes a little too much. When I go back home, I’m probably going to beat the living shit out of my pillow again. No matter how much I love Ciara, the truth is that she’s getting some and I am not.

They grin at us.

Quite the game, Liam says.

It was great, I confirm.

We chat together for a time and eventually walk towards the lockers. Liam pulls off his shirt and wipes his face with it and I feel a pang of need. Conor gives me a little peck on the cheek before following after Liam to the lockers. I can just imagine those two horsing around in the showers - all wet and gorgeous - before they head to the pub with the rest of the team.

Are you coming for drinks tonight? Ciara asks.

I shake my head.

You know how Conor is. He doesn’t like it when I drink.

He’s a strict one for sure, Ciara says. What do you plan to do? I can bail on Liam and we can go get a beer if you like.

I sigh.

He’d smell it on me the next day.

I’m surprised he gets close enough to do that, Ciara says.

I give her a look.

Just because he isn’t affectionate in public doesn’t mean that he’s not in private.

The other woman shrugs.

Whatever you say.

We stroll back to the stands and sit down to drink our drinks and look out to the field where a couple of kids are kicking around a ball with what looks to be one of their older brothers.

You were a lot more fun when you were getting laid, Ciara eventually says.

I glance over to her. If anyone else had said it then I would have clonked them over the head with the can in my hand. Ciara has known me my whole life and has the same right as any of my family members to speak her mind.

I will be again one day.

Ciara slurps her beer and stares out at the kids playing on the field. Her lack of a reply is very much appreciated.

AT HOME

My fingers grind into the fabric of my pillow as I bash it against my bed repeatedly. It’s 6pm and the boys are definitely drinking. Ciara sent me a message reminding me if I want her to ditch her plans then she will. It’s a Friday night and I am at home sulking about not being able to go out with my boyfriend.

You alright, sis?

My younger brother is staring at me from the doorway of my bedroom.

Just a little angry again. What do you want?

Mum says that she can hear you in the kitchen and sent me to check on you.

I’m fine. Tell her I’m exercising or something, will you?

He looks at the pillow in my hands. The stuffing has started to fall out. Dylan is 13 and he’s got a girlfriend. I am pretty sure that he knows all about sex by his age and maybe has had it because he’s always had his share of young girls interested in him. For a moment I wonder if he knows why his older sister is so pissed off. I’m definitely not explaining if he does and not telling if he doesn’t.

I guess I can tell her. If you break that pillow then you can borrow mine. I’m staying over at David’s again tonight.

I see. Well, have fun.

Dylan wanders off and I look down to the pillow in my hands. I know I’m going to do it again and that is why I’m angry. My brother is lucky he has something wholesome to do. The stuff his sister gets up to when she’s not getting some is not for the weak hearted.

Walking to my dresser, I shift my makeup to one side and open the top most drawer. A little jiggle has it out and away from the metal sliders that allow the drawer to run in and out of the dresser and I pull the pack of gum that I have taped to the back out and put it on the dresser’s top. A little fiddling opens one side and I pull out the two strips of gum that act as filler for what is really inside.

Five colorful tablets roll out of the packet onto the wooden dresser top when I upend the gum packet. I take one and run my fingers over it.

The devil in a pill.

I say this quietly as I stare down at tonight’s entertainment. Ecstasy is very, very illegal and the Dublin police do not mess around with those that are caught with it in their possession.

Taking the single pill, I leave that on the dresser’s top and put the rest back in the gum packet to be taped to the back of the drawer and wiggled back into place. Back in the day when I was a very bad girl I would have taken two. Thankfully, I’m not angry enough to break my vow to myself to not go that far.

It takes me a good hour to get dressed and when I look in the mirror, I see only one thing: A slut.

The pill goes in the pocket of my mini-skirt and I head to the window to slide it open and shimmy out into the garden. I can see my parents watching TV in the living room. With luck I can be to my destination and back within a few hours and they will never know that I was gone.

I rush across the grass to the short brick path that leads from the back door of the house to the low rear fence of my parent’s property. The latch on the chain link gate comes open without a sound. Exiting through it, I hustle into the small lane that runs between the houses on our block and the neighboring one, I keep up a quick pace until I reach the main road. It’s only a 15 minutes wait before the taxi that I ordered comes. I get inside and tell the driver where to go. He looks me over with interest and says nothing. I know what he is thinking, but he’s not going to get it. My objective tonight doesn’t involve anyone of the male sex.

The taxi pulls out into the traffic. A wild night is ahead. I can only hope that I can live with myself afterwards.

LADIES NIGHT?

Every second Friday they have a ladies night at Jinx: A dance bar just off Fade Street, which itself is off the bustling bar area of Georges Street. The club is a small one and not frequented by anyone but the locals and among those only a very specific crowd. I slide down an alleyway just a little away from the bar and reach into the side pocket of my mini. The pill goes between my lips and I moan in pleasure as I swallow it. Immediately it starts to have the usual effect.

Tottering out of the alleyway and walking to the front door of the club, I come to the door and the bouncer puts his arm across it.

Anna MacCabe, are you 21 years old yet?

Hello, Franz. I turned 21 two months ago and you know it.

ID.

The big German man waits as I take my ID out and hand it to him.

It’s good to see you are using your real name nowadays. How’s Conor?

I sigh. Everyone knows that I am dating the man. There’s nowhere that I can go that I’m not asked about him.

He’s okay. You won’t tell him I came here tonight, will you?

Depends. Are you going to get up to your old antics?

I’ve always been a very good girl.

He laughs.

Sure you were and do good girls dress like this?

Franz points at the crimson vest that I am wearing that shows a lot of cleavage and the mini that is way too short.

I wore sneakers this time.

That you did.

He runs a hand over his bald head and looks down the small side street towards Fade Street where the crowds are growing as people leave their local bars and start coming in to the city to really set loose.

Just don’t get caught, okay. Conor is a good boy and if he knew what you used to get up to then it would break his heart.

I shift from foot to foot as the ecstasy starts making me hyper.

I will do my best.

A group of university students comes hollering down the side street towards the club and Franz waves me in. The entrance girl gives me a wrist band after I pay the small fee at the door and I push through the curtain that leads into the main room of the club.

Wow! I cry out.

The noise is intense. For a small club like this the sound system is perfect. I start to shuffle and soon I’m pushing through the crowds of party goers to the packed dance floor. It’s barely 10 o’clock, but the club is rocking. Dublin goes off all hours if you know where to go and Jinx is a hot spot.

I throw my arms up and join the crowd. Pretty much right away I become part of a group. The music pounds through me and creates waves of pleasure. I roll around and spin across a young couple and am lost in a sea of people. My mind transforms the world into a blur. I am among a ripple of blackness as wave like repetitions of a hard generic beat pound through my entire body. I sway and wiggle and throw my arms out and scream out my pleasure. This music - it feels so amazing.

Hands grab at me and I am pressed to the hard front of a tall man with a hard-on. He grinds against me and I imagine Conor running his hands all over my body like this man is and grasping my tits just like he is.

I slide out of his grasp with expert ease. Drunk men have nothing on a ex-club slut. In seconds I am in between two gay men with my arms thrown over their shoulders cheering as the DJ screams out Are you having a good time? and I cry out Hell yeah!

Soon thirst overtakes me. I go to the bar, lean up against it and am instantly supplied a beer by a hopeful male. Despite knowing better, I down it and chuckle. Roofies are for pussies. When you are as hyper as me a little sleepiness can’t do shit. The young idiot in question stares at me as I sip the beer and say nothing. He starts to shuffle about as I chill out at the bar. This wasn’t what he expected.

You shouldn’t pull this bullshit. You might get beaten up, I tell him.

Franz is standing behind him. I point to the fool and he is extracted. A few of the regulars head out with the big man. Franz doesn’t do his own dirty work and the Irish love to give an idiot a good beating. They used to say that I was impossible to roofie. If they only realized that I was all about finding the guy with the stuff because the second part of my high is one hell of a nasty trip. Sleepers only extend the initial stages. I don’t have much time left, but that idiot gave me a little more. His only real mistake was using the street stuff. I can taste that no issue.

My calves start to shake. I give the bartender the beer and he gives me a clean one. In no time I am back on the floor, but this time I am looking for something in particular. I wobble around - barely dancing and doing everything in my power to concentrate on what I know is out there - and then I see it.

The group in the corner near the speakers breaks for me. I slap the two young dudes who are way underage on the shoulders and grab their butts. Their girls give me an angry look and I grin. My hand is already in the one with the red track suit’s pocket and I come out with a little canister in hand. He grabs at it with his eyes darting to the people around us and I grin and take a big snort while pushing the release button on the side. Cocaine feels incredible. It’s highly illegal too and only guys who wear brand label sneakers worth more than I have in my bank account right now take it.

Letting the young punk have his drugs back, I grab the face of the other young man and lick straight up the middle of it. He looks shocked and I yell rich patsies before shimmying away.

In the middle of the crowd I dance wildly. People give me space and I fling my arms out and cry out to the world for more. All that stress and tension is slipping away. I feel like I am finally free.

Coming out of the crowd as my high starts to dissipate, I grab a girl by the arm and ask her to take me to the toilet. The woman gives me an odd look and I don’t care. I know how terrible I look right now. My makeup has been nearly completely messed up and my hair is all over the place. One boob is highly likely to fall out at any second and I’m wobbling about. The second stage has just begun. I need to get this done so that I can feel the relief that I so desperately need.

The woman’s toilet of Jinx is a fairly nice affair. I’ve been in both and the woman’s one has more space and more stalls.

Inside there are a group of girls chatting near the side wall. I pick one at random and barge in.

Heyyyy, baby, I slur. Come with me.

She looks to her friends, who don’t look that concerned, and follows along. I boot in the far stall and push her inside.

You are a lez, right? I didn’t just grab a straight girl?

Um... I like girls.

I laugh and slap the wall. I must look terrifying to her, but considering that she is a 5 at best and I am somewhere upwards of a 8, even looking as terrible as I do, I don’t think she has much choice in what comes next.

The girl has a cherry flavored drink in a glass bottle in her hand. I pull up my skirt and, without batting an eyelid, slide the bottle into my soaking wet cunt.

Look at how nasty I am being, I say with a cackle.

Pulling it out, I take the bottle and put it to her sexy highlighter pink painted lips.

Drink, cutey. You want to taste my pussy, right?

She giggles and looks shy. I take her by the hair and push the bottle into her mouth. She sucks on it and I laugh.

You really are a lezzy. Have you never had a cock?

The woman blushes.

Such a cute one. Looks like I’m going to have to make you do it.

I lean against the wall and pull up my mini skirt. Of course, I’m not wearing panties and I am completely shaved.

Get on your knees, girl.

She looks to the door, which is wide open, and I laugh again.

Don’t be a fucking pussy.

There are at least four other young women watching and the group from before has come over and is standing there looking envious.

I grab her by the shoulders and push her down as someone calls out for my cute play thing to hurry up.

She groans when I force her to my stomach.

Don’t make me regret this too much, babe, I say. Make it quick.

Her fingers slide inside of me and I clutch the sides of her head. She has short dyed blond hair and cute blue eyes. I am in no way interested in girls, but if I was then she would be a cute one to play around with whenever I felt the need.

My eyes close and I think of Conor. Her drink is in my hand and I sip it as she fingers me and licks my swollen clit. The high is ending, but this still feels good. If she doesn’t make it before I keel over then I’m going to be in a really bad place. The only way to not want to do myself in after this is to cum.

A little to the left, I mutter.

The young lesbian wiggles her fingers to the left and I cry out and bite my hand. The bottle is discarded in the toilet and I push my hips forward.

Yes, do it like that. Keep working that pussy.

When I cum, it is incredible. The world seems so colorful that my eyes hurt. I feel warm all over and everything is right with the world.

Good girl, I purr. I stroke her blond hair and pull her up to make out with. The taste of my juices is wonderful. I lick it from her tongue and enjoy the gooey taste.

Can I get your...?

I put up a hand.

Don’t ruin the moment.

Stepping out of the stall, I look around. All of the women’s bathroom is watching.

Haven’t seen a girl have an orgasm before? I slur. Felt fucking great.

I slap the side of the stall where the young woman is standing.

Free fucks for everyone right here, I say.

With that said, I stumble towards the exit to the bathroom. A black woman, who I wish I had spotted before and who is obviously from down south in England, steps