Amy Morton Nude Novels & Stories

The chat overlay on the big wall monitor scrolled so fast it blurred. Push cam when? Show the milkers $200 if someone fists her while she crowns Rita stripped the robe off the second they locked Nina into the rig. Naked. Legs forced wide. Belly a gleaming, veiny dome. Tits so swollen they rested on top of it like two leaking water balloons. Nipples dark, fat, dripping constantly. Dr. Mason snapped on gloves, but only for show. He spread her lips with two fingers and whistled. “Already eight centimeters. This one’s coming fast.”

My brother and I both reluctantly nodded our now horned heads and sat back in the recliners to watch the show happening in the castle. Grace confusion galore I wake up laying on Mortas. I gritted my teeth and realized I'm naked and feel like I got fucked really well. I looked over at Mortas and he was smiling, I shuddered uncomfortably at the sight, it was truly frightening. His eyes opened and he looked at me with a twinkle in both of his eyes. "Good morning sweetheart," he coos and I growl low. "What did you do, did you drug me," I snapped, scrambling away from him, falling back off his bed and landing on the hard floor. His face peered over the mattress and his normal scowl was back.

Soft whispering and excited giggling drifted from inside. “Mom?” Tate called out tentatively. Suddenly, the tent door unzipped, and his eyes widened in shock and awe. His mother was there on her hands and knees, completely naked. “Hi, baby… you found us!” she beamed, her heavy tits hanging and swaying pendulously beneath her. Over the rounded, bare cheeks of her naked ass, Tate could see his beautiful grandmother sprawled luxuriously on her back, her gigantic tits spread out across her chest like massive, soft pillows of flesh.

Two girls are holding me up, but it's not like I have the strength to fight anyway. "Good job." Heather crosses her arms. "Now let's see how you do with step two." My heart leaps like a scared rabbit. Step two? What does she mean? "Take your clothes off," Heather says. "And walk back to our room naked." A girl giggles. "Just in time for breakfast." Behind the girls, the sky is turning purple. It's almost dawn. Which means everyone will be up, and everyone will see me walking into school naked. Something turns in me, a change as quick as the snapping of a twig, and it's like the fear just dissipates. I've had enough of Heather and her cronies' bullshit.

"You did a pretty good job keeping it together on the phone...." Faster than she can blink, Mort turns her to face him, back lays on the bed, and pins her to the mattress. He was leaning bulk naked, young, rippled muscle glory to her sight. He then put her legs on his shoulder and rocks his hips forward again, stretching her walls to the absolute limit.

Mortani said, pointing to another bed. "You should have said it right away! Not screams and suddenly pushes sleeping people early in the morning!" The husband snorted and stood up. "Do you think I like sleeping next to you? Hell No! But I just did it because you looked so messed up!" he added. Mortani was surprised to see him topless so she could see his exposed muscular 8 pack abs. Her eyes widened in fear, and she instantly looked at herself to see if she was dressed. And she couldn't believe what she saw of herself naked.

He loved what we were doing. I spent almost half an hour on the river and when I was satisfied, I turned to look at the tree where Mortel was. My mouth shaped an “o” after what I just saw. He was still there, sitting in one of its roots. But his two hands are busy doing some illicit things. He was masturbating with his right hand while the other one is holding my underwear as he smelled in right on his nose. Instead of feeling disgusted, I chuckled at that sight. Mortel is handsome. He’s also tall and has a tanned body. His chest is chiseled and well-defined just as his muscles in his arms were.

She was standing at the entrance of the bathroom when she suddenly saw a tall man in her room. Curtis was removing his shirt with his back facing her. A large area of sexy, tanned skin appeared before her eyes as soon as his shirt was off. His waist could only be described as perfect and unblemished. Margot didn't even need him to turn around for her imagination to unleash. With such a figure, he would at least have a six-pack abs, right? Her cheeks flared red at once when she thought of the night they had sex when she was drunk.

Mortyss raised my legs with a reverence that contrasted with the brutality of what we were doing. His long fingers intertwined with my toes, opening me completely, tilting my ass up so he could go even deeper. The position was obscene, me completely exposed, my pussy wet and swollen, my little asshole still dripping cum from the previous round. “Like this,” he murmured, his violet eyes fixed on mine. “Like this I can see everything. Every inch of you swallowing me.”

Can’t approach infinity, or it’ll stretch us too thin. I move closer and closer. The cotton of my shirt abrades my hard nipples all wrong, so I yank it off and toss it as far as I can. It lands in the tub, and I swallow a smile. Oops. “Better,” I say. Zane freezes. His eyes, already suspicious, narrow on me. But he doesn’t— Look, Zane— even glance down— Come on, Zane— at my naked body— I want you to look. He doesn’t ask stupid questions— What are you doing? Are you okay? What is happening?— and I’m grateful for it.