Lewd Shorts Novels & Stories

My knees buckled, and his hands gripped my ass, lifting me effortlessly. He carried me to the bed, tossing me down like I weighed nothing. I sat up fast. “Cole, get out—” “Take your shorts off,” he ordered, voice like steel. I froze. “No.” He chuckled—low, dark, like I’d just challenged him. “You think I won’t?” Before I could stop him, his hands hooked into my waistband and yanked. My shorts were gone in one rough pull, leaving me in just my panties.

Then his tongue dragged a long, slow stripe up the center of my shorts, pressing the wet cotton hard against my swollen clit. I cried out, back arching, fingers tangling in his hair. He did it again—slower, filthier—tongue flattening, circling, sucking my clit through the fabric until I was shaking. “Take them off,” I begged. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked the shorts down my legs. My bare pussy was exposed—puffy, glistening, clit swollen and throbbing. Liam groaned, low and primal, then buried his face between my thighs.

Turn around and bend over—show me that ass while you peel them off. I turned, cheeks flaming, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband. Bending at the waist, I pushed the fabric down my thighs, the motion spreading my cheeks slightly under my panties. The shorts pooled at my ankles, and I stepped out, kicking them away. His breathing grew heavier behind me. 'Panties too. I want to see if that pussy's as wet as I imagine from your pics.'

He was about to be completely naked, completely at this man's mercy. Marcus’s gaze was heavy, expectant. "Don't make me tell you again," he warned. Leo took a shaky breath and pushed the jeans down over his hips. They pooled around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, kicking them aside. He was now clad only in his tight, black boxer briefs, the thin fabric doing little to conceal the massive, straining erection within. A dark, wet spot of pre-cum had already soaked through the front. Marcus’s eyes locked onto it. "Look at you," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Dripping for me. You're desperate for it, aren't you, you little slut?"

“Hold on to it.” His tongue softly and briefly licked my earlobe as he said the tormenting words to me. I let out a whimper as pleasure burned from the spot he licked to the rest of my body. Then he grabbed my hips and made me step back a little, bending forward ever so slightly. “These shorts are so tiny, Leilani.” His voice stroked my labia. “I could put a hole in it and fuck you through…here...” A finger of his touched my pussy from behind my ass cheeks through the shorts' elastic fabric.

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.

{ Laurent } [ 15 years old ] The first time I saw Kingsley walking down the halls of the school in his dance team uniform things happened in my body that made me have to go to the bathroom and stay there for more than ten minutes, but it also made me want to go talk to the principal and ask him to ban the wearing of those fucking shorts. It's illicit and it's dirty, the way they look like underwear. Even with Kinglsey wearing stockings underneath, it looks illicit. The shorts hug the curve of his ass in an absolutely filthy way.

he growled, his hand sliding down her stomach, “but your body won’t lie to me.” His fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down with slow, deliberate force until the fabric slid over her thighs and pooled uselessly at her ankles. Her panties were soaked, clinging to her pússy, the wet spot glistening in the dim light of the room. Liam’s green eyes locked on the sight, and a curse tumbled from his lips. “Fúck, look at you… dripping for me already.”

Putting on her sweetest smile, even when the sexual frustration ate at her, Wrenda walked over and stood beside him. She looked down and realized what he had clearly forgotten about. The front of his shorts was sodden and wet with his own juices. Clearly, he had been as excited as she had been and although he had managed to move his rigid prick so it pointed up inside his shirt the dark stain was too obvious for anyone to miss.

He groaned low in his throat. Then I dropped. Right there in the hallway—knees hitting the hardwood, cool against my skin. My shorts were still on, but I didn’t care. I yanked at Jake’s waistband, shoving his shorts and briefs down in one go. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, uncut, head flushed dark and already leaking. Bigger than the outline promised. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, stringing down. My mouth watered so hard I almost drooled.