Lewd Shorts Novels & Stories

"Back off, ladies! Leave this old man alone. It's not like you haven't seen others before!" But the more I tried to keep them away, the more enthusiastic they became. They even reached out to grab my shorts. "We've seen no other men around here! This place is practically a nunnery! There are no men!" They tugged at my shorts, but I tugged back even harder. "Wait, wait, don't do that, ladies! These shorts aren't thin—" There was a loud rip. My shorts were torn, revealing the large boxers underneath. Francine and her roommates gaped at my groin in awe.

We take turns filling up our bulb and squeezing the water into our holes then releasing into the toilet until we are certain we are clean inside. Once we are back to our lockers, we dry ourselves off with towels then slip on a pair of black leather shorts. Very tight ones in fact. Nathan gave me the 101 with leather shorts and said no boxers under them because they are low waisted so you'd be able to see them sticking out the top. When I look at myself now I see what he means. I don't think I'd even be able to fit these over boxers with how tight they are. I complete my sexy outfit with Dr Martins and make a few poses that make Joey laugh.

INTRO: Betrayed. Humiliated. Exposed. Her best friend put her body on display for the world, all for a boy who now thinks she's a cheap whore. But as shame burns her, another pair of eyes are watching her. Not with judgment, but with a raw, forbidden hunger.

“Always so quiet. Always so fucking tempting in those tight little shorts. Bend over the counter.” I should have said no. I should have walked out. Instead, I leaned forward, chest pressing against the cool marble island, ass pushed out toward him. My cock was already rock hard, straining against my uniform shorts. Mr. Voss hooked his fingers into my waistband and yanked my shorts and briefs down in one smooth motion, exposing my bare ass. Cool air hit my skin and I shivered. He spread my cheeks with both hands, thumbs brushing over my tight hole.

I saw a collection of new shorts in one of the drawers, black and gray and I took a pair and quickly put them on. The shorts were short, too short, and they rode up my thighs as I walked. But they fit and they were clean and they were better than standing in his closet naked, thinking about his hands on my body.

EMMA POV I couldn’t believe what I was doing as I walked into the gym for my second session. The tiny black workout shorts I’d chosen were practically illegal — they barely covered half my ass cheeks, riding up with every step and showing the soft underside of my curves. My cropped tank top clung to my heavy breasts, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how hard my nipples already were. I felt exposed, slutty, and so fucking turned on I was already wet before I even saw him.

I’ll show him, two can play that game. “I want you to look.” I said, with a low flirty voice. He snapped his gaze up to me, surprised by what I said. Haha, take that! I thought. Don’t say you will if you don’t plan to back it up, Gabe. I gave him a seductive glare and turned around with my back facing him. I unbuttoned my shorts and slowly started to shimmy them down my hips. I was careful not to bring my underwear down with them. I heard Gabriel suck in a quick breath. I smiled to myself. Good I’m getting to him. I turned my head to look back at him. I bit my lip and gave him a provocative smile. He was frozen in his spot. I don’t think he was even breathing. Once my shorts were on the grou

KATRINA My words seemed to have taken Kane over the edge and I couldn’t help but grin at the thought of him going rough on me. He freed me and I went on my knees, using one hand to play at the waistband of his soaking-wet shorts and the other to reach in for his d*ck. His subtle groans told me he loved it and I took it to the next level. Pulling his shorts down, I widened my needing eyes when I realized the enormous load I was about to take in.

And when he reached both hands to my waist and yanked at my shorts, all I could do was lift my hips and let him rip them away. My brother pulled my shorts off. He was kneeling right between my legs, holding them in two hands. When I looked at his face, I saw his nostrils flaring wildly. He was staring at the crotch of my shorts. It was dark pink, soaked with my morning juice. He inhaled, lifting them to his nose as his eyes fluttered.

“Now.” His hands were stripping off my shorts, taking my panties down with them. Clearly, he wasn’t interested in doing a layer by layer. I attacked his shorts with my fingers. I fumbled with the button until I yanked, popping the damn thing off. He was wealthy. He could buy more shorts.