Nude Stories Novels & Stories

“Strip her.” Next Rico grabbed the front of her jacket and ripped it off. Then he yanked the torn scrub top the rest of the way open. Her tits bounced free again. Tank stepped up behind her and shoved her scrub pants down to her ankles. She wasn’t wearing panties anymore,Jax had taken them back at the hospital. Elena stood there naked, trying to cover herself with her hands. Rico slapped them away. “Look at these tits,” Rico said, grabbing one and squeezing hard. “Nurse got nice fat ones.”

The wet, obscene sounds of her fingering me filled the room. Jake groaned, stroking faster. “Jesus Christ… you two are so fucking hot.” Sarah smiled against my breast, biting gently before pulling off with a pop. “Watch this, baby,” she told him. She pushed me back on the couch, stripping my shorts off in one smooth motion. I was completely naked now, legs spread, my smooth pink pussy glistening and open for both of them. Sarah shrugged off her robe, letting it pool on the floor. Her body was incredible—full, heavy tits with dark, hard nipples, wide hips, and a shaved pussy that looked swollen and wet.

Whether it was out of fear of content, no one knew. “HAHAH!” The sound of hard clapping and laughing echoed in the desolate desert-like area. “I have to admit, that is quite the backstory.” Suit was seated comfortably in his chair with chips in his in his hands, staring at two screens. One was of Anderson and his escapades. He had been thoroughly enjoying everything. From his complacency to his guard, or lack of. From his mistakes to his wake-up calls. Suit had been enjoying himself to the point of almost joining the story himself. Unfortunately, the contract did not allow him to personally influence the story in any way, let alone personally get involved.

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

He grabbed a condom from his nightstand drawer, rolling it on with practiced ease while I kicked off my shoes and shed the bra, climbing onto the mattress on all fours before flipping to my back, legs spread in invitation. He crawled over me, caging my body with his arms, cock nudging my entrance. “Tell me you want it,” he demanded, teasing the tip along my slit, coating himself in my juices.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

Tales Of Tails It was not long before she wanted to talk, it was as essential as breathing. What I got was another confession, sort off. It was about the XXX-tennis match she mentioned earlier, where she made a special friend. It actually happened, an off-the-books, closed court indoor contest of nude tennis between two teams: Hillside and the arch-rival, Golden Valley.

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

KAYZER’S POV I stood there in complete shock, my eyes wide as I quickly threw my hands down to cover my thick, hard cock. "Anita, what the fuck, close the door," I snapped, my cheeks burning red as I squeezed my legs together. Anita did not panic at all. A soft giggle escaped her lips, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she leaned against the doorframe, taking her sweet time looking down at my hands. "Oh, please, Kayzer, stop acting like a virgin," she joked, laughing softly. "We have seen each other completely naked a hundred times when we were kids. We even used to take baths together in the plastic tub in my backyard."

And here I was, naked, dripping my rival’s load, letting him do whatever he wanted. Marcus stepped under the water behind me, his hard body pressing close. His cock, still half-hard, rubbed between my ass cheeks. “Look at you leaking everywhere. My cum running down your legs like a claimed bitch.” “Fuck you,” I shot back, but my voice came out breathy. His hand slid down and spread my cheeks, fingers pushing some of his cum back inside me. “Yeah? Then why are you pushing back on my fingers again?” He added a second one, scissoring me open under the hot spray. “You love this. Hate me but love my cock wrecking you.”