All Chapters of Naked Scripts: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 3CHLOE“Fuck her throat—make her take it.”Hands everywhere—groping my tits, spreading my ass, fingers plunging into my hole alongside the cock already wrecking me.“Need her ass too,” someone grunts.Fingers pull out, replaced instantly by a thick cockhead pressing against my tight ring. He pushes slowly until my rim gives and he sinks in to the hilt.I scream around the dick in my mouth, whole body shaking from the stretch. Two cocks inside me now, separated by a thin wall, pistoning in brutal alternation.“Listen to her—fucking loves it.”“Tightest holes on campus.”They find a rhythm—when one thrusts in, the other pulls back, over and over, turning me into a ragdoll. My eyes roll, spit and tears mixing on my face.Someone else straddles the seat in front of me, jerking off onto my tits with quick, desperate strokes. Hot stripes lash across my chest.I come hard—pussy and ass clamping down, squirting all over the guy in my cunt. He curses and slams deep, unloading with a g

CHAPTER 5CHLOEThey pull out and rearrange me like a doll. I’m lifted, impaled on beer-can in my ass now, curved guy sliding back into my pussy. Another cock forces into my cunt beside him. Triple vaginal this time.“Ohhh gods nghh… too much… yes yes yesss!”I’m bouncing between them, tits jiggling wildly, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans.Someone grabs my hair, shoves a new dick past my lips: thick, veiny, smells like he hasn’t showered. I swallow him down and hum.Hands are everywhere. Fingers pinch my nipples, slap my clit, spread my holes wider for the next guy.One after another they rotate. Cocks of every size and shape: pale pink ones that curve left, a massive black one so thick my jaw aches just looking at it, a skinny one with huge hanging balls that slap my chin when he fucks my throat.Cum starts flying.First guy in my pussy groans and unloads, pumping rope after rope deep. He pulls out and immediately another takes his place, pushing the fresh load deeper

ARCH ENEMIESCHAPTER 1ZOE“I swear to god, Nathan, if you open your smug mouth one more time tonight I will actually murder you in front of the open bar.”That’s me, Zoe, at 11:58 p.m. on the night of the company holiday party, screaming at Nathan fucking Caldwell in the hallway outside the ballroom.He just laughs, eyes glassy from whiskey, tie already loose.“Big talk for a girl who’s been eye-fucking me since the shrimp station.”I shove him.He shoves me back.Next thing I know his tongue is down my throat and my back slams into the supply closet door.We crash inside, mouths still fighting, hands ripping.I yank his shirt open; buttons ping off metal shelves.He drags my dress up to my waist, snarls when he finds I’m not wearing panties.“Fucking knew it,” he growls, biting my neck hard enough to bruise.“Walking around all night with your cunt bare just to piss me off.”“Shut up and fuck me already,” I snap, nails raking down his back.He spins me, slams me chest-first into the

THE STEPUNCLECHAPTER 1MIAI never thought the lake house would smell like this: charcoal smoke, pine needles, sunscreen, and something dangerously forbidden.Every summer the whole family piles into Uncle Chris’s place on Lake Harmony. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents; twenty-three people crammed into one big cedar house with creaking floors and paper-thin walls. This year I turned twenty, and apparently that means I’m “old enough” to share the loft with Uncle Chris instead of bunking with the little cousins. The loft is one huge room under the eaves: slanted ceiling, two queen beds separated by a rickety nightstand, and one tiny window that looks out over the moonlit water.He didn’t say much when Mom announced the sleeping arrangements. Just gave me that quiet, dark look he’s had since I hit puberty, jaw clenched, arms folded across his chest like he was holding himself back from something. Chris is thirty-five, six-three, built like a Greek god from hauling hoses and climbing

CHAPTER 3MIAI do, instantly, palms flat on a tower of life jackets that comes up to my waist. The plastic smells like lake water and mildew. He flips my sundress up to my hips in one motion.“Fuck, Mia,” he mutters, fingers sliding under my bikini ties. “Still dripping from earlier. Dirty fucking girl.”I whimper, pushing back. “Please, Uncle Chris, quick—”He doesn’t make me wait. Two fingers hook my bikini bottoms and yank them to the side. Then the thick, blunt head of his cock is right there, sliding through my folds, coating himself in what he left in the pantry.“Hold on,” he warns, voice gravel.One brutal thrust and he’s buried to the hilt.I bite my lip so hard I taste blood. A strangled squeak escapes anyway.He clamps a hand over my mouth again, forearm across my chest, pinning me tight. “Quiet, baby. You hear your cousins right outside? They’ll hear every sound I fuck out of you.”I nod, tears already in my eyes from how good it hurts.He starts pounding, hips snapping h