Raunchy Short Novels & Stories

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Relief hit me so hard my knees almost buckled. I hung up and started moving quicker weaving between the crowded sidewalks past food carts and office workers staring at my barely covered body. One older lady gasped and clutched her pearls but a group of young guys catcalled loudly. “Yo shorty that ass though come here!” I flipped them off without stopping my robe riding up enough to show the bottom curve of my cheeks. The cool breeze kept teasing my wet pussy lips and I squeezed my thighs tighter trying to ignore how turned on the whole chaotic escape was making me.

With some work and dedication she could probably have a physique like Malena with more curves, but as it was Ricki had a bit of flesh to her that definitely added to her ass, thighs and tits. Bouncing her butt a few more times, Ricki looked over her shoulder at us all and winked before laughing out loud and pulling her shorts down to reveal a pair of tight boy-short cut panties. She twerked her ass a few more times, her meaty cheeks bouncing, then sat back down. "Not a hard decision considering what panties I had on, bitches." "That's practically cheating," Malena snorted.

I was only wearing a large t-shirt and boy shorts, so they had immediate access to my body. Luan’s hand slipped into my shorts, and my legs instinctively spread as he began to finger my center. He inserted his finger into my slit and circled it around my hardening clitoris. My nipples were getting hard too, and I was ready to be fucked again. Before I could reach climax, Luan stopped and pulled down my shorts. I looked back at him, and he was already kneeling there. He completely removed my shorts, and I cried out when I felt his tongue probing my pussy.

Clara moaned loudly against his lips, the muffled sound vibrating between them, while she rubbed her dripping, throbbing pussy against his muscular thigh, marking the dark jeans with the lubrication that flowed nonstop. “Take off that fucking shorts,” he growled against her mouth, his voice hoarse and deep, laced with urgency. Clara obeyed immediately, her hands trembling with excitement as she unbuttoned the tiny denim shorts and pushed them down along with her black lace panties over her thick thighs. The wet fabric stuck for a moment to her swollen pussy lips before sliding down to her ankles. She kicked the pieces away, leaving herself completely exposed from the waist down. The thin whi

Her cute face was framed by her short, bouncy brown hair. She had big dark eyes. And her body was small and curvy with a little extra in all the right places. He loved short women, and Carrie was about 5'2. He knew it might be funny for him to seek them out, him being 6'4 tall, but he loved fucking a little woman.

“Then stop talking and take them down already.” Hank growled under his breath. Roy didn’t waste another second. He yanked my shorts and the thin thong underneath down in one hard pull. The night air hit my bare pussy and I sucked in a sharp breath. I was already soaked—slick coating the insides of my thighs, clit swollen and aching. My shorts tangled around my knees. I stepped out of them without being asked, kicking them aside into the gravel. Both men went quiet for a second, just staring.

Ryk snarls in my head. I shake my head, trying to shove him out, trying to drown the growl. The door swings open..And all hell breaks loose. Fuck my restraint. Fuck self-control. Fuck it all. She’s standing there in bum shorts and a sports bra, hips and curves framed like a damn sin, cleavage straining against thin fabric, every inch of her on display. By the Goddess, I swear—I came here with good intentions. Not this. Not the mess Ryk is twisting it into.

Tonight’s main event drew an especially savage crowd. **Roxy Kane** strutted into the locker room like she already owned the place. She was 24, cocky as hell, and built like a fighter, toned muscles, tight abs, full C-cup breasts barely contained by a black sports bra, and a firm, round ass hugged by tiny black fight shorts. Her short, messy platinum-blonde hair was spiked up, and her sharp blue eyes burned with arrogance. Between her legs, even tucked away, the thick outline of her futa cock was visible, a solid 9 inches when soft and growing fast when hard.

I could only imagine what it looked like from his perspective, the short fabric climbing up my thighs. Was that a draft I felt down there or my imagination? I drew on my magic and conjured a pair of men’s shorts. The stretchy fabric hit Ryker’s wolf on the hind leg as I tossed it his way. “As fun as it is having you stare at my bare pussy, and by fun I mean painful, you need to put those on and come inside so we can have a little chat.” Five minutes later I was face to face with Ryker and … Ryker Jr?