Lewd Shorts Novels & Stories

I could feel how hard his dick was though his shorts. "Second base," he whispered. We both chuckled quietly. "These shorts are uncomfortable," he whispered. "I'm gonna take mine off." He slid the shorts down and dropped them over the side of the bed. I untied mine and did the same. Gordie was wearing dark blue plaid boxer shorts. I had on a pair of black briefs. My little dick created a bulge pointing up towards my belly button. "Can I see it, Gordie?" I whispered.

It seems he had other plans. I gasped, and not because he switched breasts. He ripped my shorts off! Let me repeat that because, wow, it needs to be repeated. Hale RIPPED my shorts off! Now that was impressive and so damn HOT! I have never had a man tear my clothes off. I wouldn’t have been impressed if this was one of my older, more worn pajama shorts. But these were new, so to tear them like that took effort.

It was a turn-on to steal surreptitious glances up her skirt. One Sunday a couple of months later, I was watching the late-night football game with Leo, drinking beers and hanging out, nothing out of the ordinary. Elaine was wearing a pair of white running short shorts that hugged that gorgeous round ass of hers. I could see just a hint of her light pink bikini panties underneath which were more prominent if I was lucky enough to catch her bending over. I had a little buzz going from the beer and I told her how much those shorts were driving me crazy.

It had become semi transparent and I could clearly see the outlines of her nipples and the surrounding darker areas. As I looked down towards her leg, I saw what looked like the outline of her ‘cunnies’ pushing against the thin material. My mamba was showing its appreciation for such sight by trying to bust through my shorts. I was still watching her when suddenly she knelt down before me, zipped down my shorts and brought out my already stiff mamba and began s-----g it.

He was sitting on a pile of yellow straw, leaning back against a wooden post. Greg was wearing loose, baggy cotton shorts. They were old and thin, almost like boxers. He sat with his legs spread wide, trying to catch a breeze. He didn't realize that the wide leg of his shorts was gaping open. Every time he shifted, his heavy, thick length was visible, hanging carelessly in the shadows of the fabric.

She moved higher and higher until her fingers brushed the edge of my shorts. “You’re so hard,” she whispered. “All because of my tits?” She grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down just enough for my thick cock to spring out. It slapped against my stomach, heavy and veiny, leaking at the tip. Nelly wrapped her soft hand around the base and gave it a slow stroke. “God… it’s even bigger than I thought when I saw you pissing.” She kept stroking me lazily while her massive bare tits rested on my thigh. “You ignored me for three days and now look at you. Leaking all over my hand.”

"One last time, are you sure you wanna do this?" "All the way, dear cousin." Then I pushed my shorts down, inch by inch. When I hooked my thumbs into my panties, I turned sideways, trying to hide as I slid them down. But Paul wasn’t having it. “Face me.” Anger and something hotter twisted in my stomach. "Fine, you perv." I turned, planted my feet, and deliberately spread my legs, giving him a full, shameless view of my pussy Thank goodness, I shaved just recently. His shorts were tented so hard it looked painful. That visible proof of how turned on he was sent another embarrassing throb through me.

It throbbed visibly, the head now pushing against the waistband of his shorts. One of his friends — a tall, dark-haired guy with a dangerous smirk — let out a low whistle. “Damn, Cedrick. You didn’t tell us your stepmom was this fucking hot.” I smiled like a cat in heat, arching my back so my tits pushed out further. My nipples were so hard they hurt. My pussy was clenching rhythmically, leaking steadily now, a visible wet spot forming on the cushion under my ass. “Would you boys like something to drink?” I asked sweetly, standing up. The movement made my skirt ride up completely, flashing my bare, dripping cunt to all of them before I slowly tugged it down — just enough to be decent, but no

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

I roll out of bed and haul my suitcase over, digging through the mess I didn’t bother to unpack yesterday. Shorts. Crop tops. More shorts. There isn’t a single decent piece of clothing in this entire pile. Just soft, stretchy cotton that hugs every curve like a second skin. I’m not a decent clothing kinda girl. I pull on a pair of shorts. They are impossibly short, riding high up my thighs, cutting right into the swell of my ass. The cotton is thin—so thin that when I pull them up, they press deep between my legs, visibly parting my pussy lips, outlining the exact shape of me right through the fabric.