Brittany Williams Nude Novels & Stories

"You don't get to breathe a word about it to anyone. Because I still have our sex tape on my phone. And most of it is a high-def shot of your face while you gag on me and take backshots. I'd really hate to see what that does to your shiny modeling career." The air between us didn't turn cold. It flatlined. Brittany's smug mask didn't slip—it shattered. The untouchable girl leaning against the railing suddenly looked like she was teetering on the edge of a sheer drop. Moonlight that had flattered her seconds ago now just made her look pale. Sick. Cornered. She stopped breathing. "You wouldn't," she hissed, voice a jagged, ugly sliver of its former sweetness.

Brittany bit her lip, her body trembling with desire. She had never felt this way before, never been with someone she was attracted to. She wanted him. She needed to feel him. With a nod, she stood up, turning around to face him. She reached behind her, unzipping her dress, and letting it fall to the floor. Jude's eyes widened as she stood in front of him, wearing only a black lace thong and a matching bra. Jude's hands reached up, cupping her breasts through the bra.

I screenshotted the pic as Betty looked over my shoulder. “Looks like you have some obligations to meet” She snorted back. “It appears I do” I replied. “Well, one last thing before you go,” Betty said. Betty bent over her couch, pulling down her black yoga pants to reveal her bare ass “Go ahead, grab some pics” She said, and I didn’t hesitate and opened my phone and furiously snapped pics of her spread asshole. “Maybe I can convince Tina to let us do it again,” Betty said, pulling her pants up.

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.

His fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties and pulled it down and off. My pussy was already soaking wet and needy for his touch. Just then, Brittany walked in the kitchen naked, Hair damp, cheeks flushed from the shower. Her eyes widened for a split second, just enough for surprise to flicker across her face. But then she smiled. That slow, knowing smile. And my stomach flipped. “Been trying to invite you to join us,” she said softly, voice husky, eyes glittering with mischief. Time slowed. I looked between them, realizing the secret had always been there. The invitation always hanging in the air.

I just kept eating, Brittany you want me to get you something to eat or drink? Wade asked her nervous and embarrassed because she kept touching him. No food! but I would like a drink Wadey baby! she said put her hand under the table she grabbed his crotch, I saw Wade jump away from her and took off with the other guys. So, here we are with the sluts! Sitting here right across from them, their smiles dropped and their staring at us. We didn't say anything we just staring right back at them with a snarl.

Still, I kept my mouth to hers, trying to make this work. Her fingers went for the buttons of my shirt, as she popped one after another open all the way down my chest. Her hands then pressed to the bare skin of my chest. Her fingernails were too long, they scratched uncomfortably against my skin. I wasn’t into this at all, and was losing motivation quickly. “Take my clothes off, baby,” Brittany said. “Make me yours.” Brittany’s voice scratched through my mind like nails on a chalkboard, shattering any lingering illusion I had about who I was with. My dick, only partially swelled, immediately went flaccid.

CASSANDRA The whisper swells, each day a little more, like a dark tide rising in the heart of the damp walls that never recedes, crawling through the narrow corridors, hissing between the twisted bars, slipping into the breathless whispers of the cafeteria, until it saturates the very air, so that we no longer speak only of the princess who has fallen from her pedestal, but of me, Cassandra, the one who does not bend, the one already called the bite, the one who laughs when the blood spurts and pain becomes spectacle.

Though it was a legitimate question, I couldn't help but smile. "Thankfully, not that either," I said. "But it’s like we thought. I just saw pictures of other young girls on Mr. Williams' desktop. He didn't even try to hide it when I came in." "Slow down Mila. What exactly did you see?" she asked me, still holding my shoulders. "They had statistics, descriptions, even their measurements. The girls were half naked for God's sake. It was probably a dating site." Ada didn't speak at first but then she laughed under her breath and smiled knowingly.

On her hands and knees, Brittany crawls into the back, my eyes glued to the bulge of her pussy, clearly visible between her toned thighs, her ass clad in the tight and wet panties, my cock no longer twitching but outright swelling, the actual outline of her slit right there! I Can't believe it! The weak shine of the overhead light making it feel like we're in a smal bunker together or something, the windows now pitch black. Opening up the sleeping bag and wrapping it around herself, Brittany takes off her bra and panties, tossing them aside as I gape at her, looking at them, all frilly and sexy, my best friend's mom butt naked in my car, my cock straining against my wet jeans, awkward and th