Erotic Nudist Stories Novels & Stories

Clarissa lost count. She lost herself. She was a vessel, a toy, a thing being passed around a circle of hungry, anonymous men. Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin.

last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper. Lucas closed the notebook and placed it on the island. Then he reached for the tie of my wrap dress and pulled it slowly. The fabric parted with a whisper, baring my breasts and the smooth skin between my thighs to the cool air. He drank in the sight of me, naked under the open dress. “On the couch,” he said. “Legs spread. Hands behind your head.” I obeyed before my mind could catch up. The leather was cool against my bare skin as I sat back, knees falling open, fingers laced behind my neck. Exposed.

"How about we go to the resort next door to where we went in the Caribbean?" "The nudist colony in St. Martaan?" I asked, not sure if I was ready for 24/7 nudity. At least not for me. "No, the place in Jamaica! The one with the high walls around the perimeter! The nudist colony doesn't send me either. People go there to be naked and do normal things. The one I'm talking about, people go there to do crazy things and get nekkid while they do it!" "I'd like to give that idea some probing, judicious thought for a while," I said, "then agree to it whole-heartedly."

“What is wrong stepsis?“ I ask, “nothing…“ her sweet voice cracks as flips to the next page, I grin at her. The picture waiting for her in the next page is a full frontal nude of myself. In that shot, I have my hard shaft in my hand with my thumb pressing on the side to emphasize the swell of my cock head, and the precum beading at my slit. I watch as Lara look like she might pass out any minute, her eyes are wide and her breathing hectic. “Getting shy, stepsister?“ I ask with a cocky smirk and she shakes her head again, turning back the page to the previous one and she clears her throat…the sound gives me an idea.

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”

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I shifted my hips restlessly, my body desperate for more contact, more pressure, more of anything. Tina's lips trailed from my breast up the curve of my neck, kissing along my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. Her hand left my breast and traveled downward. Slowly. Torturously slowly. Fingertips tracing a path down my ribs, across my stomach, over the soft skin below my navel. I held my breath. Her fingers stopped just above where I needed them most. "There are different types of orgasms," Tina murmured against my ear, her voice low and deliberate. "And tonight I'm going to teach you every single one."

The purple dildo slipped from my fingers, hitting the floor with a loud thud, where it continued to vibrate violently against the floor, skittering around like a caffeinated fish. I froze, mortified beyond the capacity for speech. Before I could move, Nathaniel bent down to retrieve it. He stayed down there for way too long. From my angle, all I could see was the broad span of his shoulders and the way his trousers strained against his thighs. My mind, traitorous as ever, immediately filled with images of those thighs wrapped around my waist. He stood up, the dildo finally silent in his grip. He had found the button and turned it off. He held it out to me, his fingers brushing mine as I took

He wanted her body to be soft and ready for the invasion. Zane used his tattooed hands to rub oil into her thighs and her entrance. He was being very messy. He wanted her to be slippery. "I want her to feel like she is disappearing," Zane growled. While Ethan licked her and Zane oiled her, Jax stood at her head. He pushed his massive, dark cock into her mouth. Lily swallowed him deep. She was being used at both ends before the main event even started. The erotica was heavy and dark. Lily felt like she was being prepared for a sacrifice.