Nudist Women Novels & Stories

Covering the drain’s lid back, we ran into the ominous clubhouse nearby. Upon entering, I had to close my eyes in embarrassment. The picture of shamelessness played right in front of my eyes. I wish I could just bomb blast this whole fucking place. The small clubhouse was full of gangsters, young naked girls and women. They were fucking around, moaning and screaming. Two naked young brunette women walked to me and Erick wearing only thin pieces of string around their busty boobs. I could easily see their exposed womanhood which they were not bothering to cover.

I wish I could just bomb blast this whole fucking place. The small clubhouse was full of gangsters, young naked girls and women. They were fucking around, moaning and screaming. Two naked young brunette women walked to me and Erick wearing only thin pieces of string around their busty boobs. I could easily see their exposed womanhood which they were not bothering to cover.

Shouldn’t all men be held responsible for what they had done, collectively as a sex, to women throughout history? A twig snapped beneath her feet, bringing her back to the woods around her, and a squirrel darted across the path in front of Mist. The Mothers said wildlife was coming back in abundance now that so many girls were choosing to become naturists. They hoped that someday there would be thousands of squirrels, rabbits, and other forest creatures as there had been in days of old, before the war.

It’ll work. — No, not enough, find me a woman in the same cell, I want an enraged one. A desperate one. Someone who has nothing left. Promise her that I will pay her debts. That she can have fun. Unleash herself. That she can make her swallow every word, every breath. — Got it, you want a hungry hyena. I can do that. — And I want the photo. Send it to me as soon as it's done. — Received.

Five naked women stood before me in the centre of the studio. The afternoon light poured through the tall glass walls and painted their bodies in shifting gold and shadow. Every curve, every dip, every tremor was illuminated. Skin tones ranged from porcelain to deep mahogany. Breasts varied from small and high to full and heavy. Nipples stood erect in the cool air. Pussies were smooth, trimmed, or left natural—each one already glistening with anticipation or nerves or both. Their breathing filled the silence: shallow, uneven, excited.

Certainly, she had never met such a free spirit before. “I know an excellent one in Finland. We’ll all go together.” “So, is that what you do?” March asked, “just hang out with other women naked?” “Women and men. There is nothing wrong with that. Like I told you before, it’s natural. You think you were born in that suit?” Victoria raised an eyebrow. “It’s your body. Why not celebrate it?” “So, ah, Victoria,” Jude suddenly spoke up. “Have you ever been to a nude beach?”

When the door opened and the entire room was finally exposed, Lei felt his whole being instantaneously crumbling into pieces. Countless naked women hid behind the door. They were smiling alluringly, eyes inviting, lips full of seductiveness. Their figure varies. Some are voluptuous, with big fronts and perky backs. Others are of medium sizes, with perfect figures and just the right size. The rest are lolis, with children’s height and flat chests. All were pleasing to eye and exudes sexiness. What shot Lei a critical hit, HP beyond recover, however, was that none of them were real. They were all images, posters and human standees.

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

He looks at the woman, and she glares at him. "We're still in the questioning stage Mr Westbrook, we're figuring out the true nature of today, and if it was infact non-consensual," she says. "There's video evidence; you shouldn't be trying to make her say it wasn't," Mr Westbrook says, looking at her. "Video doesn't help Mr Westbrook, not when her past videos show she is a very good actor," she sits looking happy. "If you have watched them, then I'm sure you realised that in all the videos, she is referred to as Bunny Wild, never her personal name, Alexis, as with any of the people in the videos. If what happened today was simply filming, why wasn't that continued?" he asks.

This became their new normal, every weekend, Chinedu or one of his friends would come over. Sometimes two at once, Mark would watch from the chair or be made to film it on his phone. One particularly lewd night, Cindy wanted to push boundaries. She invited Chinedu and his cousin, Jess another hung bull. The two men used her like a fucktoy for hours. Double penetration while Mark sat inches away. Chinedu in her pussy, Jess in her ass, both thrusting in rhythm. Cindy was sandwiched between their muscular bodies, her screams muffled by one cock in her mouth at times.