Mary Canterbury Nude Novels & Stories

She was intrigued, unable to stop herself from flipping back yet another page. Another risqué image of herself presented itself. Nude once again, but once more, with her back to the viewer. She was sitting on her knees in this one, her toes peeking out from under her bum. Her face was not visible in this one, but she knew it was her from the hair. It was wild and wavy, and in the image, she seemed to be trying to tame it with both hands, holding it up against her head, exposing her back aside from the few loose tendrils that always managed to escape. She flipped back another page. This was by far the most risqué image so far. It was her, of course, but full frontal nudity in this one. It was

A naked whore, trussed like a chicken, lay on a trestle while they vied with one another, lobbing coins into her wide exposed cleft. A sketch labelled Symptoms of Sanctity showed the interior of a monastery. A bald and very ugly monk was leering obscenely at a lovely young virgin standing before him, head bowed in prayer. The holy man’s hand was resting on her bare breast while he fondled his balls with the other. They were surrounded by a rutting crowd of nuns and priests, clothing in disarray, black robes pulled up over nude backsides, each linked with another sexually by mouth, cunt, prick or anus.

Her daughters quickly surrounded the eager young man, their hands moving with hungry urgency as they forcefully stripped away every piece of his clothing. Tate’s eyes widened in awe as he watched their enormous, heavy tits bounce and jiggle wildly with every movement. The four busty women soon had him completely naked, his hard young cock springing free and throbbing in the cool mountain air. “Look at that cock!” Aunt Morgan shouted with delight, wrapping her fingers tightly around the thick base and giving it a firm, possessive yank.

The naked lady bends in a doggy style, her hands grab the end of the bed, her ass pushed out to Uncle Kay who straps behind her, aggressively pumping his hips inside her big pussy! I've seen a few naked couple… not a novice to pornography, but seeing Uncle Kay’s big cock that naturally mocks my too-ting dildo gets pumped inside her dripping red pussy, leaves my jaw hanging down. “Hmmm…” I moan, imagining what that size will do to my small cunt.

The clouds hung low and leaden, threatening snow. The weather mirrored my mood with unoriginal fidelity. Cameron entered after a single knock. He handed me another tablet without a word. I studied the images. Photos of Toby Saltzman’s villa in Ponta do Sol. Men enjoying lap dances from entirely naked women. Close-ups of men with their mouths around dancers’ nipples, of women kneeling between spread legs. This was the scene that had so disgusted Hyacinth she had fled. I wondered what she would think if she saw what was upstairs.

The yard stretches out like an arena floor: a square of cement surrounded by high walls, bristling with barbed wire. The sky is gray, but the light is blinding. Women are sitting in groups, some laughing, some smoking, some watching. And in the center, the empty space. The one reserved for newcomers. I step forward. Murmurs rise like a chorus. — That's her… — The madwoman from the north. — The one who took another's face… — The fallen princess. That last word floats, heavy, almost sacred. I receive it like an invisible crown. A figure approaches.

That beach day last summer on her twentieth birthday, her bikini just four tiny triangles of red cloth barely big enough to sling her heavy breasts, so thin they showed her peaking nipples and the cameltoe outline of her vagina slit, caught by my camera in all but p**n poses! My hand strokes and tugs frantically as I think of those bikini pictures I took of her, and my lust and sex pleasure swell to the point of no return! Other images – more erotic now! My sweet young daughter nude in the poses I’ve ogled p**n girls in. On all fours just in high heels and sheer black nylons, her knees wide and her vagina slit peeping out between her bum cheeks ready for me from behind! Now we’re naked toget

I toss it aside and slip off my underwear, watching as my wetness thins out in a form of a fragile creamy thread that links my cunt to my cotton panties, until it breaks and sticks to my thighs. “Fuck.” I let my underwear drop and I stand in the middle of my dirty, never-should-have-been studio, and in front of a portrait. It's a close-up shot that features only my faceless obsession, from the start of his collarbone, down to his torso, and stops an inch below his knee. He’s naked. Feral. Still, as if waiting for me to kneel. To submit. Erect veined cock, muscular limbs, muscles hard with years of discipline.

I stare at her awkwardly as she does so. She stands naked before me, batting her eyes seductively. I make no move towards her. My mind is flooded with images of Avery: that blond wig, those heels, her corset wrapping around her thighs. I am doomed. An attractive woman is standing naked before me and all I could think about was Avery, my son's fiancé. "Okay, I feel so silly. I'm standing here and it looks like you want nothing to do with me!" Martha complains, in a childish voice.

On the bank of the beautiful, colorful river, bathed in moonlight, kneels a naked Nufira, actively working her mouth on Kays’ cock with enthusiastic smacking noises. For a second, I even think it might be some hallucination in my head, and I forcefully close my eyes. But when I open them, the scene remains the same.