Therica Wilson-read Nudes Novels & Stories

It made every curve of my body stand out—my small waist, the swell of my hips, and the way my breasts heaved with every panicked breath. My long hair had been pulled back into a tight, high ponytail, leaving my face and neck completely exposed to the hungry eyes of the crowd. ​"Look at those legs," a voice croaked from the shadows of the warehouse. "Clean, unblemished Earth-stock. She’ll breed true for at least five cycles." ​A hand reached through the bars—a pale, clammy hand belonging to a Craven merchant. His fingers dug into my inner thigh, dragging upward toward my heat. I jumped back, a sob catching in my throat, but there was nowhere to go.

Cheerleading Slut (2) When I returned to my laptop, I slowly flipped through a few more nude bóóbs pics of the four women. In most pictures, they cupped their boobs playfully before things got even more interesting. There were pictures of Janice sucking each of the nipples of the other three. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth. Each one was a piece of art. My mouth dropped open as I stared at Janice's white skin which was a sharp contrast against Kara's brown black skin.

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

Vic tapped the arrow button and brought up a picture of another woman naked and bent over a desk. Her legs were spread and tied at the ankles to the legs of the desk, and ropes around her wrists had her arms pulled wide, as well. Behind her a muscular black guy was poking the tip of his BBC into her asshole while a white dude was feeding his dick into her open mouth. Another tap and a photo filled the screen with a naked ass. Between the spank-reddened cheeks fat cocks were shoved up the juicy cunt and the lubed asshole.

I looked at them one by one. At first, they were just pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend, but when I got to around half of it, I held my breath at what I saw. There were pictures of Uncle and his ex-girlfriend posing naked, and near the end there were even pictures of them kissing, on top of each other, and other similar poses that were R-18 and erotic-looking. “What’s… that?!” Irina pointed to the lady’s chest.

She lay on her back beside her sister, arms stiff at her sides, thighs pressed together so tightly the muscles trembled. Rita reached over and pried them apart with surprising strength. “Open,” she ordered. “He’ll want to see how wet his good little sister-in-law got just thinking about his cock.” Nina whimpered but let her legs fall open. Cool air kissed her slick folds. She was soaked: lips swollen, clit peeking out, a thin string of arousal stretching between her thighs when she moved. Rita licked her lips. “Touch yourself. Keep that pussy ready for him. He likes walking in on a girl who can’t wait.”

They looked expensive, but I didn't say anything. "You go swimming in your underwear?" She asked, an eyebrow arched. "Yeah..." I said. "You said you didn't bring a suit." Theresa laughed. "Oh, Tommy." I sat amazed as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The tension in the fabric collapsed and it fell away from her body, sliding down her arms and exposing her pale, white tits to the ghostly light reflecting off the hot tub. She placed the bra on top of her clothes, and then wiggled her panties down her hips and thighs, her trim, dark bush drawing my eyes like magnets. All the girls I'd been with at school had shaved their pussies, and I'd never seen a real, live bush in person. I

I sat myself down on the linoleum, completely nude, and then spread my knees showing him the humid slit nestled between my thighs. “Is this what you want?” I mewl while cupping my breasts. “Because it’s yours, big boy.” He lets out another growl, and this time I see his tip literally spurt as his eyes run over my luscious curves. “It is what I want, but I want even more. Spread those lips for me, Teresa. Show me more of that pretty pink.”

Not by what she did to me, but by what Gwen did to her that I was forced to watch. Tiffany stripped out of her police costume and I finally got to see her naked. Yes her breasts were fake, but damn she was perfect. The absolute model of sexuality and object of my lust. She climbed onto the bed and arranged the pillows so she could sit up. She then spread her legs. She had a tiny landing strip, but was basically shaved (waxed?) bare. She then pointed at Gwen and then pointed down at her pussy. Gwen eagerly sprung between Tiffany's legs.

To my confusion, all of it were image attachment. And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but seductive lingerie. Each of her photo was a tantalizing display of her body, posed in ways that made my blood boil and my dick hardened instinctively. “Sweet fucking Luna,” I breathed, feeling my pulse quicken. There she was, her delicate slender body wearing lace and silk, every curve screams of perfect wild invitation. The first image showed her leaning against a wall, her back arched, the fabric barely concealing her breast and only revealing her sweet pink erected nipples. I couldn’t tear my ga