Peter Billingsley Nude Novels & Stories

The document resting on my raw oak workbench today was a single sheet of heavy, cream-colored cotton cardstock. Peter stood on the other side of the table, his arms folded loosely across the chest of his black cashmere sweater. Despite the softness of his clothes, his jaw was still set in that rigid, unyielding line that had governed every multi-billion-dollar negotiation of his adult life. He looked completely out of place among my messy jars of raw Nigerian ochre and fluid gold leaf, his gray eyes locked onto my face with a terrifying, absolute intensity. "What is this, Peter?" I asked, my fingers remaining curled around the handle of my palette knife.

Sonia gasped and pressed closer. “I want you,” she whispered. “I have wanted this since the first night.” Peter kissed her neck. He untied her robe. It fell open. Sonia was naked underneath. Her body looked perfect. Her breasts were round with hard nipples. Her waist curved nicely. Her pussy had a small patch of hair. Peter stared. He felt his cock get rock hard. Sonia smiled. “Do you like what you see?” “Yes,” Peter said. His voice was rough. He took off his shirt fast. Sonia helped him with his pants. His cock sprang free. It was thick and long. Sonia wrapped her hand around it and stroked slowly.

“Take it all off, baby; show us your pretty puppies... and your sweet pussy.” Natasha had never heard a man say such things to her. It turned her on, to have older men like these two, roughly as old as her college teachers, lusting after her like horny young jocks. She grabbed the hem of her tiny t-shirt and pulled it slowly over her head. The throaty groans of the two men sent shivers through her. It gave her the courage to do what she did next. Reaching back, she unclasped her micro bra and let it slide off her as she moved to the music. For the first time in her life, Natasha Gillian Wallis was topless outside the privacy of her own home. She stood on the table before two strangers, men s

Lisa What? I was taken aback by Mr. Peter’s disrespectful and inappropriate behavior. Was he kidding? What did he take me for? A whore? Today, I wouldn’t hesitate to put this bald, ugly old man in his place. “What are you saying, Mr. Peter? I should do what?” I asked. “You want me to kneel and suck you?” “I know you want it too, baby,” he sneered arrogantly. “Can you please stop acting like you’re a virgin?”

This was what she had told Stanley to do and he was performing his role well Bill thought for a beat and then in defeat began slowly removing his clothes. "Hurry up," bellowed Dad, "we aren't waiting all night." Soon Bill was down to just his underpants. The briefs displayed the smallness of his bulge. He slid them off quickly and cupped his hands over his groin to cover himself. Alice was a little disappointed. She had expected to see more. Her Mom wasn't disappointed. She knew what came next. Again Stanley roared "get those hands away! Put them on top of your head and spread your legs." Bill complied, humiliation suffusing his face. He had never felt so embarrassed. Here he was, stark nake

Kelly asked, looking back at the open door. "It's no problem, I assure you." "Well, okay then," she said, pulling her t-shirt off over her head, then releasing her bra and letting it drop to the floor. Her breasts fell free of the constraining bra and her nipples hardened instantly, screwing into cherry knots on the end of her full breasts. Then she unzipped her shorts, letting them slide to the floor, leaving her standing naked in front of Bob since she wasn't wearing any panties. "God, you are really a beautiful young girl, Kelly," Bob said, frankly appraising her body. "And this is your amazing clit that I've heard about," he said, reaching down between her legs to gently stroke it as it

Peter was speechless and could only point at his dad in disbelief. “Don’t point at me. Have you forgotten all your manners in the few days you were away with Beatrix?” “Gosh!” Peter couldn’t help exclaiming in his mind. This father of his had the heart to expose his child’s nudity for undeserving people to see? What rubbish! He clenched his hands into fists while gritting his teeth from the pain he was feeling.

He had done it before, but something about tonight had me extra aroused, and judging by the bulge from his pants, I wasn't the only one. I began to breathe heavier and my back arched as he put a second finger in me, his thumb still playing with my clit, igniting my skin. I began to sweat and knew that I somehow needed to get this dress off of me, and quickly. As if he heard my thoughts, Peter pulled away and grabbed the neckline of my dress, "You warm?" He asked and I nodded, my voice obviously not working. With one movement, Peter had torn apart my dress straight down the middle to expose my bare breasts.

He then pushes me as i fall on my back on the bed . I watch him unbuckle his belt . “Show me how bad you want me ?” He says, now looking at me like he can devour me . I get on all fours and crawl to where he stood at the edge of the bed . I trace my hands from his chest down to his dick , now hard as a rock , and look him in the eyes . “Show me” he repeats , he loves it when I get down on him . I pull down his boxer shorts, revealing his dick , admiring how I hard I just made him . I kiss the tip , and take it my mouth and suck it, slowly,he moans , I love it when he moans .

He just stared down at me, his Adam's apple bobbing hard. With all those eyes on me, I felt embarrassed, but beneath it, there was a faint, unexpected thrill. I mumbled, "I was in a hurry today, so I forgot to put underwear on." I was trying to cover up the shame of it all. No one said much after that. They just sat there, quietly taking in the view. Peter pushed my legs open wider. "Watch closely. I'm going to demonstrate." He had me lean back on my hands and tilt my head up toward the ceiling. My legs spread wide under his grip, exposing everything. You could even see the deepest part of me.