Britt Lower Nude Novels & Stories

Satisfied, I melt back into the shadows and watch from behind the curtain. Brittany struts onto the stage like she owns it. The crowd roars as she grabs the pole, arching her back, shaking her ass, pushing those big fake tits forward. Her body is incredible — long legs, tiny waist, and an ass that bounces perfectly with every move. I hate how much it turns me on to watch her. The music builds. She drops low, grinding against the floor, then rises slowly, running her hands up her body. I bite my lip, waiting.

As Mrs. Dent broke into a run, I followed closely, our eyes glued to the suffocated sight. The rest of my class were all sunbathing on the sandy beach, laughing and chattering as they lay buck naked! Worst of all, some of them were all naked swimming in shallow waters, their private parts showing whenever the waves undulated! Even though there was no one else other than them, Mrs. Dent dashed toward them, her eyes red under her face veil as she shrieked, "Are you all suicidal?! Put on your clothes right now!"

Brittany's POV Her eyes met mine, the intensity of her heated gaze removing my every reason to say no one by one and I allowed it to since in all honesty I kinda wanted to do it. "How about a comprise?" she asked releasing me pulling off her shirt, leaving her fit figure on full display. "We can start without the paint and after 30 minutes you can decide if you want to continue," she offered, pulling off her sports bra and shorts and stood there looking at her shamelessly. "Ok," my mouth answered before my mind had any time to catch up and she smiled moving towards me, attaching our lips kissing me softly as her hands moved the straps of my dress pushing them off my shoulders allowing the pi

Her stomach began to churn with nausea. Bridgette couldn’t bring herself to watch the whole thing. She had been smart and downloaded both links to a thumb drive before she started the new video so she stood up from her seat on shaky legs and made her way back up out of the bunker. She closed the entrance and put away the papers. She heaved another heavy breath before she climbed up the stairs to her room. She made eye contact with Sammy and Marco and all of a sudden that nervous sickly energy dissipated into an almost unbridled fury. Bridgette marched into her room and quickly discarded her clothes. She changed into a pair of black leggings and a baggy red long sleeved t-shirt. She braided h

“I used to think…I had the answers to everything…But now I know…That life doesn't always go my way, yeah…Feels like I'm caught in the middle…That's when I realize…I'm not a girl…Not yet a woman…All I need is time…A moment that is mine…While I'm in between…I'm not a girl.” I feel a shadow moving over my body; at first, the fear sets in, but as I hear him softly chuckle, I slowly peek through my eyes, “What the fuck.” “What did I tell you about Brittney?” He asks with that sexy smile, towering me in all his splendor. “I can play it as loud as I want?” “Nice try.” He waves his finger up and down my body. “I see clothes are becoming optional.” “Are you complaining?” “No.”

Brittany Hilgagher bit back, ripping her ‘crop top’ in shreds and revealing fresh mounds of bare breast. The other Brittany giggled and grabbed the other’s breast. Norbert almost snapped. Funny enough, a few days ago, he would have been grabbing his balls in excitement. But now he couldn’t drown the disgust that overwhelmed him. “Put your clothes back in. And here’s my warning- I will not tolerate anyone… I mean anyone that tries to hurt Rachel. I swear I will retaliate. “Her name’s Rachel, not whatever.” They both gasped in shock. Half-nude Brittany more in disgust. He felt so good, defending her like that. A warm feeling flowed in chest. He loved how it felt to stand up for her.

Brett said, placing me into the large body of oddly warm water. "This seems like the perfect place to wash" He stated. I watched with wide eyes as he peeled his black clothes off. I gulped at the sight of his powerful chest, with a firm line running down it. Then, I saw his abdomen clench with muscles. He was a handsome specimen. Every time I saw any of the triplets naked, it made my mouth run dry. "You have a little something here," Brett smirked pointing to the corner of my mouth. My face went red with embarrassment. I glared at the water, hiding it from him. I was not drooling! Subconsciously, I checked the spot.

Brittany was left with her skirt which she removed hastenly. You don't have to be worried, baby. Just relax. Brittany touched Anna’s nape before touching her boobs. She wasn't wearing any underwear under her light garment. So Brittany could easily grab her nipples through her garment. Brit…. She took in a deep breath as she crossed her legs together. You know what we are doing is not right. You are married to Alex. Shush…Brittany placed her hands between her delicate soft lips. I sleep with whoever I please. Don't call what we share a wrong doing. Having sex with you is never wrong. Brittany made her understand.

Brittany pressed herself against my back, one hand reaching around to toy with the chain, the other sliding between my legs to circle my clit in lazy, teasing strokes. "You're so wet it's obscene," she whispered in my ear. "Bet you've been fantasizing about this too. Two girls to use, one mouth to fill, one hole plugged and buzzing” she laughed. “Is this what you used to do with Bianca and Max too? Poor Ellie, always the afterthought." I moaned around Zane, tears streaking my mascara. The vibrations pulsed higher. Brittany cranked the remote, and my body betrayed me completely, hips grinding back against nothing, chasing friction.

"But the men who took you didn't touch you?" She shook her head, leaning back as I helped to lower her pants. "No. They said, they... they..." "No rush, Masha. Deep breaths, okay? In and out. In and out." Once she stood again, she turned to give me her back to take off her bra and panties. I'd seen it all. Men, women, seniors, and babies. The naked human body didn't affect me with my clinical mindset, and it seemed that in her shock and fear, the fatigue, too, she wasn't too modest to take the rest of her garments off and step into the shower. I turned, though, giving her all the privacy I could, as she handled the last of her clothing. I couldn't leave, though, not only because I wanted to