Erotic Anna: The Virgin Sex Chronicles

Anna is a twenty-four year old natural blonde, with pale blue eyes, standing five feet four inches tall, and weighing in at a mouthwatering 123 pounds, she is a woman that most men would rate as a nine or ten on that proverbial and ever present rating scale that everyone has come to know and love.

However, standing naked before them, her well toned small framed curvaceous body usually boosted her rating up to an eleven, or sometimes even a twelve in their eyes. In other words, Anna’s looks are off the chart.

Even though Anna was a tomboy as a child, the male of the species had been hitting on her since the fifth grade.

When Anna turned fifteen, everything took a dramatic turn for the better, at least for the men around her. Although her boobies started to sprout at the age of twelve, at fifteen Anna began to blossom into the beautiful and voluptuous unintentional sexual predator that she was to become.

She blended in well with all of the other highly rated, tanned, bikini clad girls on the beaches of her hometown of San Diego California, and as she grew older, the attention that men gave her geometrically increased.

That increase was mostly due to the fact that by the time Anna had turned eighteen, she had been mercifully endowed with an impressive set of thirty-eight D’s.

They were not overly humungous double D rated monstrosities like some girls with higher digits had, and they weren’t adorned with blue veins or smeared nipples, and they were not huge enough to cause Anna back problems, at least not yet. In fact, most men that had the pleasure of being introduced to Anna’s breasts in the flesh, called them perfect.

Although, already a natural beauty, with the addition of a little eye shadow, lipstick, eyeliner, and the rest of a girl’s war paint, plus, toss in a short skirt and a pair of high heeled shoes for good measure, and Anna was an unrivaled entity in the realm of sexy women.

However, like many beautiful women, Anna never saw herself as a ten on the scale, or even a nine, when she looked into a mirror all Anna saw was a plain Jane that rated somewhere around a six or on a good day maybe a seven.

That particular failure of the mirrors to reflect Anna’s true image back to her, tended to keep Anna from using her beauty to further her financial or her social status. However, that same failure worked out well for the men that she dated, for she was constantly willing to go the extra mile for them, and most of the time that extra mile turned into an extra two or three extra miles in an effort to please them.

Therefore, when a man attempted to get to first base with Anna, it usually meant that he found himself sliding into third base rather quickly, thus turning her into the aforementioned sexual predator that men found very pleasing and most appetizing.

Even though letting a man slide into third base was common practice for Anna, no man ever hit a homerun with her! Ever!

To use another baseball analogy, the reason for Anna’s denial of, let us say, an ‘inside-the-park’ homerun, was very simple yet still complicated.

Anna wasn’t a religious girl, but some would say that she had an antiquated set of morals, well kind of. You see, Anna for some reason, a reason that even she didn’t totally understand, felt that sexual intercourse before marriage was somehow in the realm of cheating her future husband whomever that might be, out of his rightful prize of having a virgin on his wedding night.

Anna’s friends having set no such limits on themselves constantly tried to convince her that only she would know for sure whether or not she was a virgin.

They posed such arguments as, her husband will most likely not be a virgin, and it wouldn’t be fair to her to save herself for him, if he wasn’t saving himself for her.

The arguments that her friend put forth fell upon deaf ears, Anna had made up her mind long ago to save herself for her wedding night, and no amount of discussion, debate, prodding, or priming with alcohol was going to change that.

However, Anna was not going to lock herself in her room and wait for her ‘Prince Charming’ to beat down her door, lift her upon his white stallion, and ride off into the sunset. Anna had come upon a way (no pun intended), to figuratively have her cake and eat it too.

While acquiring her high school education, Anna learned many things; however, the things she found that were the most useful later in life were not taught in a classroom, in fact, most of what Anna remembered from high school was self-taught in the back seat of whichever car was used to take her on a date.

Her back seat education and experience was filled with knowledge and techniques of how to please a man, keep him coming back for more (again no pun intended), and still not violate her oath to herself to remain a virgin until her husband carried her across the threshold on her wedding night to do his manly duties.

Until that night came, third base would have to suffice, for not only Anna, but for all of the men that she dated in her never-ending search for her future husband.

When Anna was on a date, third base did come quickly (and so did some of the men). After dinner and whatever entertainment was on the agenda for the evening, Anna was happy to be the dessert.

She was always quick to take off her shirt and reveal two of her best assets. Most of the time she would complete that task before her date would even try to make his first move.

The act of disrobing from the waist up was a green light for her date, and always prompted her male partner to begin the ritual of serious petting. That however was not good enough for Anna, for one of the things she had learned in the back seat of so many cars, was that she liked to have a man suck on her tits, almost to the point of breast-feeding. She also knew that no matter how long a man gave his oral attention to her breast, licked and rubbed her pussy, or any number of other things that pleased Anna on a date, at some point he would have to be relieved of his sexual tension.

Anna knew of only seven physical ways that a man’s relief could be attained. She had experienced four of them many times, one of them a few times, and two of them were out of the question in her mind.

One way was the man could touch her breasts, either with his hands or his lips, or both, and masturbate to organism while doing so.

Out of the hundreds of men that had been with Anna, so far only one boy had opted for that option.

He was a nerd that was in one of her classes her senior year in high school, she had partied a little too much one week and failed to write an important paper that was due. So he wrote the paper for her, and as a reward she asked him out on a date. Anna was never sure which one of them got the best end of that deal.

Another way Anna relieved the stress of her companions, was to administer a hand-job to the gentleman in question, and that would usually suffice. However, she soon found that the men that settled for a hand-job might go out with her one or two more times, but it was rare for one of them to want to maintain a relationship with her for much longer. She was never quite sure why.

If Anna really liked the man she was out with, she would more likely sooner than later, loosen his pants and begin to apply a hand-job, but after only a few strokes she would start kissing his stomach and work her way down to his penis, and after a minimum of kiss’s there, a blowjob was quickly forthcoming. Depending on just how much Anna liked the man, would depend on whether or not she would decide to swallow rather than try to pull away in just the nick of time. Usually she opted to swallow; it saved her the trouble of having to clean up the mess.

Anna’s favorite way to have her date ejaculate was taught to her by a soldier that was stationed in Thailand for two years. He said that they had a name for it, but nobody could remember what it was because it was so hard to pronounce. Therefore, he told her that the soldiers over there just called it titty-fucking and got on with it.

Considering Anna was almost as obsessed with her breasts as the men that she dated, it was almost euphoric for her to lie on her back and have a man put his throbbing bone between her titty’s and slide it up and down while she squeezed her breasts together. Of course if there was one thing that Anna liked more than a good titty-fucking, that was when the man would ejaculate so forcefully that he would shoot his cum-wad all the way up into her face.

Anna’s least favorite way of bringing a man to climax which had happened several times, and considering herself a mere six on the rating scale, she never understood it. Was when a man would have a pre-mature ejaculation. When that would happen, it seemed always to happen very quickly, most of the time right after Anna had peeled off her upper garment and revealed her scrumptious set of tits to the man. Anna especially disliked having to tell the man that it was all right, and that it happens to everyone sooner or later, which she didn’t believe.

The two other ways for a man to rid himself of the sexual tension that he had built up on their date was to have vaginal, or anal intercourse, both of which were out of the question in Anna’s world. She was saving her virginity for her future husband, and the thought of anal sex repulsed her.

Anna would choose which way she would relieve her current date by how much she liked him, or sometimes just by her mood. When she got the feeling that the man thought that he had been somehow short changed by not having intercourse, even though he had had an orgasm, or when she herself thought that her date deserved more than she had provided on the date, which was rare because Anna usually provided quite a lot on a date. She would make up an excuse of some kind, like she hadn’t felt good that night, and she would ask him out on a date at a later time to make up for her short comings (again, no pun intended). Make up dates always included a serious and possibly guilt-ridden blowjob, which was usually proceeded by a good titty-fucking, both of which she enjoyed immensely, so for Anna, there was never a down side to a follow up date.

Anna works as a transcriptionist and is employed at a small reference pathology laboratory, she lives in a three-bedroom apartment in San Diego with two other women.

First, there is Martha, a brunette who calls herself Marty.

Marty is thin, but not skinny, and a little taller than Anna. In full regalia she usually rates around an eight on the scale, still very fuckable. She works as a secretary for a small law firm, and considers herself fairly well endowed, although she can’t hold a candle to Anna in that department.

Their other roommate is Sally. Sally holds an eight-plus to nine score on the rating scale, when she’s cleaned up, although she fancies herself to be a ten most of the time. She also holds the distinction of being a bleach blonde, high maintenance, high strung, high fluting, five foot three inch tall, 116 pound, 36 D cup of tits-on-a-stick nymphomaniac, who can’t seem to hold a job but always seems to have plenty of money.